All language subtitles for Backdraft-eng

BRIAN:
Leave me aIone, wiII you?
You think you're so smart.

STEPHEN:
WouId you stay stiII
aIready? What a geek!

I'm not a geek.
You're doing it wrong.

Shut up!
You're doing it wrong.

It doesn't go Iike that.
Who asked you?

Who's your brother?
You are, Stevie!

Right. You do it Iike this,
it'II open up in a fire,

you'II get burned and die.

(FIRE BELL RINGING)

Let's go.

What do you got there,
Adcox? A big deaI?
Medium deaI, Captain.

Brian, want to come aIong?

Watch your oId man
earn his keep.
Dad?

Stephen, you've come
a dozen times.

Give your brother a chance.
What do you say?

We'II be back in a minute.
How about it, sport?

Sure.
Come on.

(MAN CHATTERING
ON PA SYSTEM)

(HORN TOOTING)
PuII the cord, Brian !
1 545 IdyIIwiId.

(SIREN WAILING)

(HORN TOOTING)

Give it a yank,
a good puII.

You've gotta get these cars
out of the way.
Give it another yank.

(HORN TOOTING)

(SIREN BLARING)

There it is,
right over there. See it?

Okay. You stay
near the truck, paI.

That doesn't Iook too bad.

Drop two Iines
and hoId the squad.

Everything I own
is up there.

AII my stuff's
up there!

DENNIS: Adcox, Iadder up.

ADCOX: That's your oId man
up there, Brian.

(DENNIS WHISTLES)

Nice grab, Captain !

Take it easy.
You'II be okay.

(COUGHS)

We got it. Come on.

(WOMAN SOBBING)

Dad !

Come on, Adcox.
Is that a gas Iine?

(SCREAMING)

Dad !

(INAUDIBLE)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

WILLY: Brian McCaffrey,
got some I. D.?

Hey, WiIIy.
I'II give you I. D.

The IittIest McCaffrey.
How are you?

Hot off the presses, boys.
Station assignments.

McCaffrey,
station assignments.

Why don't you
hoId onto that for me?

Something wrong
with my eyesight?

You trying this
fireman thing again?

Quitting once
wasn't good enough?

It's in the bIood, WiIIy.

MAN: WiIIy, a beer!
Is that right?

HoId on. I'm taIking
to the fire chief.

Let's Iook and see
what eIse was
in your bIood.

I aIways Iooked forward
to getting these.

You hoId onto those?
I got Station 1 7!

I got 1 7!

"Aspen SnowmobiIe Tours.
Brian McCaffrey,
Assistant Director, SaIes."

You know,
for the kind of growth
and chaIIenge I need. . .

Mmm-hmm.

"MobiIe Log Cabins."

That was in your bIood
six months?

The coffee sucked.

"Brian's Sound Spectrum,
Direct Hi-End Stereo SaIes."

Your own company.
This was a big step.

I was ahead of my time, WiIIy.

What's the matter with you?
Aren't you even curious?

Engine 1 1 5, right?

How'd you know?
These are supposed
to be seaIed.

Lucky guess.

And a case of Scotch
to the Captain
at station assignments.

You crooked son of a bitch.

(CAR DOOR BEEPING)

(HORN TOOTING)

(SIREN WAILING)

Make us proud, guys.

McCaffrey, that's
my cousin's company.
Come on !

(SPEAKING LITHUANIAN)

CaIm down, Mrs. Vaitkus.

Mrs. Vaitkus,
pIease caIm down.

(SPEAKING LITHUANIAN)

I think it's a box or a 2-1 1 .

Just give me one minute.

Hurry up.
We can't miss this one.

Hi.
Hi, Jen.

I see your grandma. . .
Yeah, she stiII hates you.

You Iook great.

Thanks. How Iong
you been in town?

Four months.

ReaIIy.
But I. . .

I've been reaIIy busy
at the academy.

I graduated today.

I can see that.

What have you been up to?

I work at City HaII,
actuaIIy.

No kidding? That's great.

I don't know. . .

Maybe you and I
couId get together
for a beer sometime.

A beer?

Beer? That's. . .

It's funny. You're acting
Iike I just saw you Iast week

when I haven't seen you
in six years, Brian.

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Son of a bitch.

TIM: Don't want you
overheating, Brian.

I'II give you overheating !

(ALL LAUGHING)

(WOMEN EXCLAIMING)

WeII, you've certainIy
matured.

It's nice to know
we can stiII be friends.

Come on, Brian.
We got a fire to go to.

Engine 1 7,
your pressure's fine.

Get out of the way here,
pIease.

Officer, don't just stand
there doing nothing.

Where you going?
I'm a fireman.

(WHOOPING)

Need a second Iead-out?
What?

What are you taIking about?
Get out of here!

This is the reaI shit.
The reaI thing.

(DOG BARKING)

What do we got here?

A fireman's costume?

(COUGHING)

Where'd you rent it?

Thanks for coming
to my graduation today,
brother.

You're a reaI inspiration
to me.

I'm sorry.

You're reaIIy ready
to fight fire this time?

(CHUCKLING)

It just doesn't work
on you.

I'II see you around.

Not IikeIy.

WeII, you see, that's
where you're wrong aIready.

I taIked to Chief FitzgeraId.

He decided you shouIdn't be
way on the other side of town

where I'd never
get to see you.

Starting tomorrow,
you're going to be with the
toughest company in the city.

1 7. My company.

One case of Scotch, Brian?
You're getting cheap
in your oId age.

You shouId Iearn not to box
when the 1 7's on the job.

FIREMAN: Inspector RimgaIe,
she's aII yours.

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

STEPHEN: Hey, Shadow.

You got a cause there?

Mice with matches.

Those gIory boys
wiII have to wait
a few days on this one.

(DOG BARKING)

Sean?

Hey, buddy, what's going on?

It's UncIe Brian.

You'II remember this.

Spinach?

We don't need
no stinking spinach.
Mum !

Hey.

What's wrong?
Come here, it's okay.

BRIAN: HeIIo?
HELEN: Yeah !

Brian.
Hey, HeIen.

God, I'd about
written you off.

What's going on?

Can I come in for a second?
Sure.

How you doing?
Okay.

Good to see you.

BRIAN: So that's Sean?
He's a IittIe giant now.

You'd be surprised
what a few years
can do to a kid.

Remember your UncIe Brian?
No.

You don't remember him?

Hey, Sean man.

Where's your daddy today?

Stephen's not
staying here anymore.

He moved out Iast ApriI.

I'm sorry, HeIen.

You guys shouId try picking up
the phone once in a whiIe.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

I taIked to HeIen.

I thought Dad's boat
was finaIIy retired
to the oId famiIy graveyard.

Don't you worry about
faIIing out of this thing?

I gotta teII you,
I Iove what you've done
with the pIace.

It's coming aIong.

You want a beer?
Why not?

You been ripping off
fire stations again?

Just some oId stuff
Adcox gave me,

the department
was gonna throw out anyway.

It's good enough
for this tub.

What is this?
"Iron ButterfIy? Cream?"

This isn't an actuaI
operating eight-track!

What do you want, Brian?

What are you doing here?

I wanna know why you messed
with my station assignment.

Does this reaIIy have to be
one of those big brother,
IittIe brother,

"you broke my G. I. Joe
and I'm stiII pissed" games?

How do you do it?

How do you manage to keep
coming up with new and
amazing ways to fuck up?

That Scotch buIIshit?

Am I reaIIy supposed
to beIieve you came home

because you missed
the famiIy biz?
You were bankrupt.

Scary thing is you probabIy
couId've got away with it
for a whiIe.

Hang back a IittIe
at the fires.

You know the driII.

The onIy probIem is,
in this job there's just
no pIace to hide.

It's not Iike
having a bad day
seIIing Iog cabins.

You have a bad day here,
somebody dies.

And that's just not
fucking good enough.

You know something?

I must've toId myseIf
a miIIion times I didn't even
want to be a damn fireman.

I know I quit
the academy before.

I know how
you must've feIt.

You do?

You know how I feIt?

I gotta do this, Stephen.

I need to know.

I think
you're going to find out.

Try not to be Iate
tomorrow.

(ENGINE STALLING)

Give me a break.

Shit.

Come on, damn it.

(FIRE ENGINE HORN TOOTING)

(SIREN WAILING)

Shit!

My car wouIdn't start.

What are you doing, man?

Attaboy!

Damn !

Come on, man,
you can make it.

(GRUNTING)

Baby McCaffrey, how you doing?

How you doing, John?

Axe, you know this rug rat?

Know him?
I practicaIIy raised him.

ADCOX: He never caIIs.
He never writes.

(ADCOX CHUCKLES)

I'm Brian.

I'm sorry.

(GRINDLE LAUGHING)

AII right! Garment factory.

Shake and bake.
I think we got a barbecue.

Got yourseIf a hot one
first time out.

(HORN TOOTING)

(CHATTERING ON INTERCOM)

This is gonna taste Iike shit.

AII right, Iet's go!
Shit!

I hate it when
we gotta go Iook for it.

MAN: There's peopIe
up there! Hurry!

CaII in a box.
We're gonna need some back-up.

Brian, inch-and-a-haIf.

Get the high-rise jet.

These moments do try me.

Be gentIe now, Axe.

(SECURITY ALARM BLARING)

HoIy shit!

Coming through.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

Probie, how about it?

You ready?
Yeah !

You're doing it wrong.

AII right, it's tight.
Stay beside me.
I mean, right beside me.

Come on, man.
Kick it in.

Get down !

(INHALING)

Show time!

FIREMAN: CIear!

Got it!

Let's take it from the side.

No, Iet's hit this bitch
head-on !

It's gonna fIash on us.
We gotta back out!

STEPHEN: She'II steam on us
a IittIe, but she won't fIash.
Go high in the ceiIing.

Here comes your water.

Here it comes!

STEPHEN: Come on, honey,
steam us.

STEPHEN:
I knew you were a pussy!

AII right, Iet's go
for the throat!

NightengaIe! Save your air!

PuII down that waII. Here.
Got it.

STEPHEN: We gotta
ventiIate this heat.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Hook us up to a standpipe.
Come on, hustIe.

Shit!

It's in the waIIs.

(SCREAMING)

How about it, probie?
Coming !

Come on.
We're going to Iose this.

Shit!

Christ! Charge it.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Otis, is it. . .
OTIS: lt's jumping floors.

Where's the second company?

Sorry, John Wayne time.
You're on your own, boss.

No back-up.
Shit!

Dig in.

Dig in !
Come on !

What the heII's going on?
What's happening?

SIow down,
it's jumping fIoors to us.

Put your mask on.
It's gonna be the reaI deaI.

Down !

Cover up, Lieutenant!

(GROANS)

Jesus Christ!

(BRIAN YELLING)

BRIAN: I'm burning up!
STEPHEN: Put him out!

PuII !

AII right. Go get it.

Hey!
Sorry, kid.
I thought you were dead.

We got it.
STEPHEN: Let's go.

Man down !

Look out.

(GRUNTING)

I'm going.

You go, we go.

Come on !

PuII !

Let's go!

The chief thinks
we got one Ieft behind
downstairs, a civiIian.

Axe!

Take. . .

STEPHEN: Down to two probies,
perfect!

Take Tim and do a search !
Let's go, kid !

STEPHEN: Go. Stay with him.

Let's move it, Brian.
Stay on this Iine.

You son of a bitch !

More Iine.

(GRUNTING)

WOMAN: HeIp!

Stephen, over here.
Someone's over here.

WOMAN: HeIp!

Where's my brother?

GRINDLE: I don't know.
I ain't seen him, BuII.

Is anybody in here?

(SCREAMING)

Oh, my God. I got one.

I got one.

BRIAN: I got one.

BRIAN:
Somebody, give me a hand.

(COUGHING)

Is she going to be aII right?

I'm afraid you're a IittIe
too Iate with this one.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Sorry to hear
about the mannequin.

I heard you two were cIose.

You aII right?
You didn't get burned,
did you?

I'm a IittIe busy
right now.

You've got an awfuI
short memory
for direct orders.

I toId you to stay beside me.

I heard somebody caII.

And what's that shit
with the standpipe?
The cap was stuck!

I toId you to stay right
be-fucking-side me, Brian !

I was doing it.
I was up there doing it.

You don't know what I did.

What you did
was drop the baII, probie.

You spIit the team up.

Get that part right.

You know what?

(COUGHING)

Let me get one of those.
Here you go.

GRINDLE: I don't know, Axe.
I don't know.

That Stephen.

What goes through
that guy's head?

Never wears his mask.

Making us take it on
in the first room Iike that.

This shit's happening
too often.

CouId've fIashed.
ShouId've fIashed.

But it didn't.

Stevie knows.
The guy's Iucky.

AIderman.

Inspector RimgaIe.

I need to get
in that trunk.
Excuse me.

Thanks.

Pretty fancy shoes you're
wearing for a fire scene.

Guess you haven't been
to many fires.

We stiII haven't gotten
a report from you
on AIan Seagrave's death.

You'II get that answer
as soon as I do.

A man gets stuffed
through the windshieId
of his own car.

Is that an accident or arson?

SWAYZAK: PeopIe are asking.
I gotta teII them
something.

JENNIFER:
Let's get to the point.

We get the feeIing
that your office is
dragging out this case,

to embarrass the AIderman
because of his fire
department cutbacks.

I have an uncompIicated job.
To decide if a fire
is arson or not.

If so, to catch
the son of a bitch doing it.

If my investigative methods
happen to muck up

the campaign of certain
mayor wannabes,

I gotta teII you,

I'm not going to
Iose any sIeep over it.

Just give me the report
as soon as it's ready.

You'II have it.
Thank you.

He better not make any rights
on reds in my district.
Hi, how are you?

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Hey, Swayzak?

You missed it, buddy.

Get over there.
Keep them busy.

You shouId've been there.
It was fucking great.

I mean it.
We aImost Iost a whoIe
goddamn company for you.

Since you shut down 33,
there's no fucking backup.

We appreciate it.
I don't know about the rest,

but you got my vote
for mayor.

If you have a probIem,

why don't you heIp us?
Why not work
with the task force?

Task Force? Three guys
have died because of cuts
made by your task force!

Know that IittIe gIow that's
starting to bIink in your eye?

That's your career
dissipation Iight.
It just went into overtime.

If anybody's Iights
are about to go out,

beIieve me, they're yours.

Thanks a Iot, feIIas.
You did a great job today,
by the way.

REPORTER:
AIderman, wiII this affect
your task force findings?

Goodbye.

So this is that big city job
you were taIking about.

Yeah. WeIcome home, Brian.

Where does he buy his shoes?
Did you check them out?

They're Iike fucking butter.

Yoo-hoo!

(GARGLING)

Do you have to do that?

CouId you beIieve
that fire? First day.

There we were, Adcox and me,

puIIing that Iady right out
of the fire's fucking throat.

We saved a Iife.

(WHOOPING)

I Iove it here.
Fighting 1 7th. Goddamn.

Stephen's amazing.

You see how he took that fire?
By the baIIs.

I'm gonna be
that good someday.

You watch. You'II see.

You know what Stephen
said to me?

Right when the shit
was coming hard, he said,

"You never know
tiII the moment the fire
stares you down,

"if you're just gonna
do this job. . ."

"Or be great at it," right?

He using that Iine of shit
on you now?

You think he made
that IittIe gem up?

My oId man used to
use that Iine every other day.

It's no Iine, man.

That's no Iine.

(FIRE BELL RINGING)

Hey, kid, we aren't waiting !

Go, go, go, go, go!

Not that way!

What's going on?

Come on. Let's go!

It's Iunch, probies.
Let's get started.

(WHOOPING)

A coupIe of crows!

...in ltasca. That money
will probably end up
coming from...

This better be good.

Or we feed you to The Thing.

You got something
against DaImatians?

Accident or murder?
That's the question
arson investigators

are struggling with after
a freak explosion known by
firefighters as a backdraft...

SCHMIDT:
PengeIIy, you're on TV.

I saw you, too.

Look, that's me.

...windshieId of his car.
He has been identified
as AIan Seagrave,

a prominent Chicago CPA.

Despite pressure
from the city council,

fire officiaIs refuse
to speculate on the cause

saying only that
their investigation
is continuing.

GentIemen, gentIemen.

As 1 7th's officiaI
toastmaster. . .
And buIIshitter.

Thank you, Santos.

Did I mention you were
cut out of my wiII?

I think it appropriate
that we recognize
the two asswipes,

probationary firemen,

among us today,
who were officiaIIy baptized

into the worId
of oId man fire.

First, to Tim.

Despite the fact that
he was born with
a duII expression

and a reaIIy hideous
pair of ears,

he not onIy took on the beast,
but puIIed from its cIutches,

assisted by a more famous
and briIIiant firefighter, me,

a kicking and screaming
civiIian

who'II probabIy sue us
for breaking her fingernaiIs.

And to Brian. . .

HeIp me, Santos.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(MEN WHISTLING)

Whose contribution
was both more beautifuI
and Iess IikeIy to sue us.

When I heard that both
McCaffrey brothers

were being assigned
here at this station
at the same time,

my heart was fiIIed with
a sudden desire to transfer.

So raise a gIass, Iads.

To funny-Iooking Tim
and the McCaffrey brothers

who despite the fact they've
gotten on each other's nerves
for years

have managed with great effort
to stiII be pissed off
at each other.

GentIemen.

ALL: Fuck you !

(ALL LAUGHING)

(WAR PLAYING)

Thanks for the ride.

Brian, I'II see you tonight?

Yeah, I'II see you tonight.

l've known Jack Fitzgerald
since he was a candidate.

FIREMAN: They had
fire engines then?

Get that man's name.

And l gotta tell you,
he was just as ugly then.

Just kidding, Jack.

Can I have a beer,
pIease?

Hey.
How you doing?

Home of the reaI firemen.

Enough of us
stroking each other.

Here's the man
we're here to honor,
Chief Jack FitzgeraId.

(PEOPLE CLAPPING)

JACK: l know l speak
for everybody here.

lt's about goddamn time
you retired and made
a promotion for somebody else.

I think I better
change the view.

I couIdn't have wished
for a better life. Thank you.

I don't beIieve this shit.

Pretty boy,
get a Ioad of this.

Wait tiII you Iisten
to this shit.

(ALL CHATTERING)

"Probationary fireman,
Brian McCaffrey,

"on his first fire, showed
the bravery and courage
of a veteran firefighter

"when he risked Iife and Iimb
to doubIe-check
a burning fIoor, aIone.

(LAUGHING)

"Emerging victoriousIy
with Anna Rodriguez,

"a seamstress
for the North Shore
cIothing company."

Axe, get a Ioad
of this shit!

SCHMIDT: "McCaffrey first
gained prominence
as the subject

"of a 1 972
PuIitzer Prize-winning photo

"taken at the scene
of his father's death."

What are we gonna do
about this?

1 7, what's going on?

I think that it's union byIaw

that if you get
your picture in the paper,
even if it's buIIshit,

you buy the whoIe company
a drink.

I'm gonna have another
doubIe on the hero!

Give him a hand over here.
What's this?

Leave him aIone.

Good job.

(BAGPIPES PLAYING)

Brian McCaffrey?

This is my boss,
AIderman Swayzak.
He wanted to meet you.

You shouId be proud of saving
that woman's Iife.
That was a heII of a job.

Don't beIieve
everything you read.

Don't be so modest, Brian.

See that?

That's a mannequin.

Look, Brian.

Let me just get down to it.

I've been checking you out.
Jennifer can't say enough
about you.

What it is. . .
I need your heIp.

I'm gonna offer you a job.

I've aIready got a job.

This job it's stiII
with the fire department.

One of your best
investigators, Don RimgaIe,
is working on a tough case.

He needs an extra pair
of hands.

If that name is gonna
come from my office,
I want it to be you.

Why is that?

I want someone
from a reaI traditionaI
firefighting cIan.

We got aII kinds
of traditions,

Iike dying young.
Thanks anyway.

Took you aII of 30 seconds
to bIow that off.

Brian, I know it's not
my pIace to say this,

but I think you're passing
on a great opportunity.

You're smarter than that.

I'm trying to
do something here.
Can't you see that?

I'm trying to be a fireman.
Not some kind of poster boy
for Swayzak.

There's gotta be at Ieast
500 other smoke eaters here

that do that shit
for reaI every day.

TeII Swayzak to taIk
to one of them.

(SINGING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

GRINDLE: BuII, sIow down.

HeIen, can I taIk to you
for a minute?

What about?

It's about Sean.

Right here, right now,
you wanna taIk about Sean?

How you doing, Stephen?

Hey, Jackson.

You don't have
to stop dancing.

It's onIy our son,
for Christ's sake.

You don't have to remind me.
I'm the one taking care
of him.

What about your
dumb ass brother?
Wait a second.

Saving a mannequin.
How fucking stupid
can a guy get?

(GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Stephen !

You got anything eIse
you want to say
about my brother?

(WOMAN SCREAMING)
God damn you, McCaffrey!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Take it outside.

Knock it off.

I'II kick his ass!

I'm bIeeding.

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

(ALL CHATTERING)

Knock it off.

Hey, I'm fine.

You never know
when to quit, do you?

Do you ever wonder why
you're stuck a fucking
Iieutenant for Iife?

No.

Let's get a drink.

You okay?
I'm aII right.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Get him out of here!

I just wanna get a drink.

You don't need a drink,
you need to get the heII
out of here. Let's go.

The whoIe famiIy's crazy.

STEPHEN: That was great.
BRIAN: You naiIed him.

He's aII right.
He said something.

What'd he say?
I don't remember.

I can waIk by myseIf.

(LAUGHS)

I hurt my ankIe.

Don't stand there
and Iaugh at me. Get me up.

Photographer.

Think I can get on the cover
of Life Magazine?

Is Axe a great guy?

He doesn't know shit
about what I want.

STEPHEN: I've got news
for everybody.
I'm not my oId man.

A fire won't get me, Brian.
I know more than he did.

I know more about fire
than aII of them.

Time for bed, Sugar Ray.

Let me get those for you.

Get out of my way.
I can get my shoes off.

You're such a pain
in the ass.

You aIways were.

What are you taIking about?
I saved your ass tonight.

Why don't they trust me
anymore, Brian?

The guys just don't trust me
anymore.

This boat couId be great,
don't you think?

Maybe I'II just,

just take it out on weekends.

Sean and me.

We couId just fIoat.

STEPHEN:
Get it on your shouIder,
probie. It's not a footbaII.

(THE SHOW GOES ON PLAYING)

You're not breaking
any records, Brian.

Get it on your shouIder,
Iike this!

ADCOX: Come on, Stephen !

Kick that oId man's ass.

Run, damn you.

STEPHEN: I'm coming.

BRIAN: Come on, BuII.

(BOTH PANTING)

Oh, shit.

Are you okay?
Yeah.

"Run, damn you."

Okay, roII the hose.

Are you kidding?
By myseIf?

You heard me.

What about Tim?

For Christ's sake,
next time I'II Iet you win.

You got a probIem
with driIIing, probie?
Is that it?

No. I don't have
a probIem with driIIing.

But Iet's just
have one driII.

Not one for the company
and one for me.

RoII the hose now.

I'm not gonna quit.
You hear me?

I'm not gonna quit.

My baby is stiII up there.
PIease, somebody.

How many men
you got in there?
My baby.

HoId on, Steve.
Don't go in there.

CHIEF: Wait for the hose Iine.

Brian !

Don't take that kind
of shit from it. Don't
Iet it know you're scared.

Stephen !
Look out!

We gotta wait
for a hose team.
No time.

Come on !

(GRUNTS)

(CREAKING)

You ready?
We gotta wait
for a hose team.

Jump when I say.
It won't get us.

HoId your breath.

(BABY WAILING)

Stephen !

Steve. Steve.

You kicked ass.
Way to go, BuII.

Thanks.

That was pretty crazy.

I waited. I wouId've waited.

Don't worry about it.

But you did it.

You did it aII the way.
You were reaIIy a hero.

It's not about being a hero.

I went in because
there was a kid up there.

I do what I do
because that's my way.
And it was Dad's way.

Maybe it's not
everybody's way.

Dad's way?

Did he teII you that
in a séance?
Fine.

You said you needed
to know something.

What did you Iearn today?

What if there had been
another kid up there?

I don't know.

What do you think, Brian?
Time to move on?

You're right.

You win.

You're the best.

Hey, Brian.

Brian.

Listen, Jen.

I've been thinking about
what you said the other night.

If the offer's
stiII on the tabIe,
I'd Iike to taIk about it.

Great!

That's great,
reaIIy great news.

The AIderman wiII be thriIIed
that you're working with us.

Marty's a good man, Brian.

Yeah.

RIMGALE: Stop me
if I got this wrong.

The fire's aImost out,
you're upstairs
on the unburned fIoor,

checking for heat. Correct?

Yes, sir.

Messages for you.

You've been toId
by your battaIion chief,
your captain,

and by me
not to do nothing, right?

Do nothing untiI ordered.
That's correct?

Yes, sir.
Okay.

The itch starts.
The gIory boy fIash starts.

"I'm a hero. Heroes
don't just stand around."

That's what it was?
PROBIE: Yes, sir.

RIMGALE: So you punched out
a window for ventiIation.

Before or after you knew
you were standing
in a Iake of gasoIine?

Before or after you noticed

you were standing
in a Iake of gasoIine,
you idiot?

Before, sir.

You couId have burned
or kiIIed haIf that company.

AIso, you wrecked
the evidence that I use
to prove it's arson.

You know how hard
it is to determine
the cause of these fires.

Go home and you think
about that.

I'II have to
caII him back.

Brian McCaffrey,
your new assistant.

Dennis' kid.
Why don't you go find
a corner to hide in?

I'II get to you Iater.
I don't wanna
deaI with you now.

Great.

You stiII standing there?

I think we shouId
get something straight.

I was assigned to this office
by the city.

I know who you were
assigned by.

I knew your father, too.
He was a heII of a fireman.

He had a heII of a reputation.

It don't cut sIack here
as far as I'm concerned.

Swayzak sends you here, fine.

I got nothing
to say about that.

Swayzak or no,
you work for me now.

You step out of Iine,
make one faIse move,
you're out of here.

Don't think you're the first.

Let's go.
Where we going?

Pest controI.

Shadow, Shadow.

Hi, Shadow.

Hi, RonaId. How you doing?
Staying comfortabIe?

I didn't think
you wouId make it.

I wouIdn't miss this.

Who's that?

He works for me.

Is he a fireman?
I Iike firemen.

You Iike everybody.

Brian McCaffrey.
Sure. . . No, that's Stephen.

He's the IittIe one
with the hat.

What a treat!

Do I know you?

Your dad did.

Who is this guy?
Put it away.

Come on, Shadow.
He Iost his dad to the animaI

and you didn't even teII him
who he was coming to see?

Let me teII you about RonaId.
He Iikes teIephones.

He tapes matches
to the beII strikers

and then wrap it in cotton
with gasoIine.

You had a whoIe IittIe thing
going there, didn't you?

And when you got bored?
What did you do?

He started making caIIs.

Never proved.

TeII him about us
down on State Street.

Nobody cares about that one.

It was your basic
warehouse torch
I was doing for the owner.

They are a cakewaIk.

I just Iost my concentration
and my animaI turned on me.

Got the whoIe pIace
going Iike heII.

My hair was on fire, my hands.

Everything. I was dead.

SuddenIy I was aIive.
I was puIIed out by my hero,
my Shadow here.

Except, he didn't see
this big tub of phosphorous.

ExpIosion
Iit him up so bright,
Ieft his shadow on the waII.

StiII shy about roIIing up
your sIeeves?

Show him your stomach.

The funny thing about firemen,

night and day,
they're aIways firemen.

GUARD: RonaId BarteI.

The paroIe board
has received Mr. BarteI's
fitness report.

He is I. D. 44.

Endorsement from his
section warden. Dr. Norris?

As supervising psychiatrist,
I wouId describe

Mr. BarteI's progress
as remarkabIe.

Taking into account
his disabiIity

and the six years
he's aIready served,
I recommend a paroIe.

Mr. BarteI.

Do you regret your crimes?
Yes.

And I'm aware of the pain
that I have caused.

If reIeased, wiII you
commit these crimes again?

No, I won't.

Do you consider yourseIf
ready for society?

Yes, I do.

You're ready, aII right.

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

Shadow.
Remember this?

Remember this, RonaId?

Remember who it beIonged to?

What did you do
to that IittIe girI?

It's not fair, Shadow.

What did you do
to that IittIe girI?

I burned her.

RIMGALE: You burned her.

What do you do to oId Iadies?

Burn them.

RIMGALE:
And what about the worId?

What wouId you Iike
to do with the whoIe worId?

Burn it aII.

See you next year.

(SCREAMING)

MAN: We figured
the body's the owner,
some guy named Cosgrove.

Weird bIast.
Like that other guy, the one
through the car windshieId.

ExpIosion bIew out the fIame
before the first engine
even got here.

Good for us.
Not too good for him.

Bring the tooIbox.

Tim, get the hot spots.

You in the cheap seats,
watch it.

Let's go.

RIMGALE: McCaffrey, need
a speciaI invitation?

Charge the Iine, Axe.

What do you want me
to do with this?

We got heavy smoke stains
observed in entry room.

Smoke demarcation Iine
is very Iow.

Fire never got hot enough
here to cook the soot off.

Come on, you sneaky IittIe
son of a bitch.

TeII me where you came from.

Point me where you started.
Come on.

Burn indicators distended
toward northern waII.

Less soot here, more heat.

Lack of discoIoration
in shattered gIass indicates
sIow burn before expIosion.

There's some IittIe
dead rat critters here.

Fire originated in this room.
Took its time.

Hung out.

The air ran out.
It couIdn't breathe.

It was snuffed.
But it wasn't dead.

The trapped heat Iaid Iow

waiting for someone
to give it one big guIp
of air.

Another backdraft.

This is our point of origin.
Let me have a crowbar.

RIMGALE:
No sign of acceIerants.

If it's arson, somebody
figured a new way to hide it.

RICCO: We got AIan Seagrave,
and DonaId Cosgrove.

Both deaths due to
cIose encounters
with stationary objects.

We have an office door
for Cosgrove

and an '87 Porsche
for Seagrave.

No nonreIevant traumas.

No significant
bIood toxicoIogy.

Attitude of both trajectories
are consistent with expIosion.

They ran the residue
you scraped from
both front doors.

It's a combination
of pIumber's putty
and rayophene gum.

It burns aImost compIeteIy
away when you Iight it.

So it was on both doors.
Yeah.

Something eIse
I want to show you.
You'II have to heIp me.

Why don't you come over
and heIp us?

I don't think so.
Not in my contract.

I just rewrote your contract.
Come on over and heIp us.

We're gonna have to Iift him.
Great.

He's not gonna
seII you insurance.
Just Iift him up.

(COUGHING)

HoId on.

You see that patch
of shirt right there?

We wondered about
the discoIoration.

I scraped a piece off
and ran a spectro on it.

On a Iucky shot,
they picked up traces
of something.

What was it?

TrychtichIorate.
Nobody around here
ever heard of it.

RIMGALE: TrychtichIorate.
It eats magnesium.

An absorption cataIyst
used in toxic waste
accidents.

They stopped making it
a coupIe of years ago.

We figured it got
in his cIothes
in a gas state from the fire.

What was it doing
in the fire?

That's your job.

(GAS HISSING)

(GASPING)

HELEN:
What are you doing here?

Just fixing my roof.

You've gotta stop
just showing up
on the roof Iike this.

I wanted to, not exactIy,

apoIogize for the other night,
especiaIIy since
I don't remember much.

I just wanted to say,
I don't know, something.

The great communicator.

What's going on, Stephen?

You onIy bang on the roof
when you got something
on your mind.

How's Brian doing?

He's out. Quit.

He just up and quit
for no reason?

I don't care
what you heard, HeIen.

I treated him better
than any other probie
I ever had.

He probabIy hates my guts,

but at Ieast he finaIIy
took a Iook in the mirror.

Once again, Stephen's right
and somebody eIse is wrong.

You aIways gotta be right.

That's such buIIshit.
Why?

Because I'm the first
to admit it when I'm wrong.

How often does that happen?

In a fire? Never.

He wouId have bought it,
HeIen.

I'm teIIing you,
maybe not today,
maybe not next year,

but it wouId have happened.
He's my brother.

I couIdn't just. . .

You just couIdn't
Iive with that.

McCaffrey.

Take the top off.

HoIy shit!

That's it.

Son of a bitch.
This guy is different.
He don't Iove fire.

Who?
The kiIIer.

He used magnesium
to make it Iook
Iike an accident.

I got it after we went
to see RonaId.

Torchers want to fry
the whoIe goddamn worId.

But the fires
that kiIIed those guys
never burned up that much.

The trychtichIorate hid
the magnesium in the pIug,
but it burned sIow.

And he made
his burns backdrafts.

But he kiIIed these guys.

He couId have
kiIIed everybody there.

Backdraft bIew out the fIame.
That's it. That's the reason.

What reason?

Why backdrafts.

Whoever fried Seagrave
and Cosgrove

went to a Iot of troubIe
to make sure
they died by fire,

but aIso that the fire
bIew itseIf out.

That's why they used
the putty in the doors.

What do we got?
A torch with a conscience?

No. We got a stone kiIIer
trying to make a point.

You can make the caII now.
It's arson.

I'm not caIIing anyone yet.

You can't rush this.
I've seen it happen before.

I wanna make sure
this torch doesn't waIk.

We're gonna wait.

Mr. McCaffrey.

WeIcome aboard.

Nice boat you got here.

You mean mine?

Not yet.
GIad to have you
as part of the team.

Let's get a picture
with Mr. McCaffrey
and myseIf.

You Iook good.
There you go.

Thanks. Hi.

Have fun now.
Great night, isn't it?

SWAYZAK: Who is that?

Larry Dewaay.
Larry, how are you?

(FIRE ALARM BLARING)

How's the job going?

Okay.

Is RimgaIe
getting any better?

RimgaIe's RimgaIe.
He's just doing his job.

He hasn't done anything.

At this rate, he won't decIare
it's arson before he retires.

Oh, my God !

(LAUGHING)

WiII you get me out of here?
Otherwise I'II have to
go pick her up.

BRIAN:
This is one of the oIdest
fire stations in the city.

What do you think?

(SHUSHING)
It's homey.

(WHISPERING) The guys
are sIeeping upstairs.

You're gonna
get me in troubIe.

This is my office. Impressive?

Yes, it's very nice.

Lot of tradition Iocked up
in this oId house.

See those doors up there?

They Iead to the hayIoft
when they had the oId
horse-drawn engines.

Lot different then.

But kind of the same,
you know?

Do you miss it?

You seem Iike you do.

When I came back,

I knew.

I knew that I reaIIy
wanted to be a fireman.

Then why'd you quit?

I shouId have said
I wanted to be a good one.

So show me your fire truck.

(SHUSHING)

(FIRE ALARMS RINGING)

Mask up, Iads.

(ALARM BLARING)

STEPHEN: Where is it?
I don't know.

There's aIarms going off
on three different fIoors.

(ALL CHATTERING)

(MEN CHATTERING)

How do we know
if the fIoor's gonna
be on fire?

When the doors open,
if it's hot

don't get out.

(ALL LAUGH)

We'II start on this side.
I'II meet you down at the end.

(FLAMES CRACKLING)

Come on.

High-rise gigs
give me the creeps.

We're earIy on this one again
and it ain't even
broke out yet.

We're one short
with Brian gone.

Wait for the next-in
engines.

Let's catch it
before it breaks out.

You want to Iearn something?

Yeah, I do.

Axe, go with PengeIIy.
Take the other side.

Don't spIit us up.
It ain't safe.

I haven't got time for this.
Let's go to work.

Let me take the Iead.

Do your job.
They need a Iine over here.

Come on.

(METAL CLANGING)

You're so very sIy,
but so am I.

She's hot and smoky
but she's not roIIing yet.

(FIRE ALARM RINGING)

Shit!

FIREMAN: Hello, 51.
51 to foIIow 17 in the truck.

1 1 201 South CIark.

What time is it, anyway?

(SIREN BLARING)

(HORN TOOTING)

AII right, take it.

Wait. Make sure
you check it first.

Howdy, boys.

Here we go.
Now get that mask back on.

CIear!

Stay here.

(INHALING)

You check that door
for heat, Tim?

Tim !

(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

Watch out. I got him.
Move off.

Put it out!

Stretcher!

ADCOX:
Get the goddamn stretcher.

Through here.

Get that stretcher over here.

What the heII happened?

Tim ! How did it happen?

Breathe, Tim.

ADCOX: You're aII right.

(FIREMEN CHATTERING)

(SIREN WAILING)

Shadow. I got one here.

Christ.

Some guy named HoIcomb.

Steve.

Steve, you aII right?

(DOOR OPENING)

How is he?

He's aIive.

Is he gonna make it?

They're not saying.

He's in there.

I'm sorry.
You can't come in now.

NURSE: PIease stay outside.

I shouId have been there.

None of us shouId have
been there.

Don't teII me about
the chance I'm taking.

ADCOX: You didn't wait
for back-up.

You were wrong.

Part of your investigating?
You had to do it.

You had to be myth man.
Taking another fire
bare handed

instead of Iooking out
for your probie.

He didn't Iisten.
He's a candidate,
your responsibiIity.

He shouIdn't have been there
in the first pIace.

You burned him, Stephen.

Fuck you.

Don't you waIk away from me.

(GRUNTING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

Come on !

Easy, man.

You're just
making things worse.

Forget about it.

SWAYZAK: Inspector.
AIderman.

Chinese sponge cake?

When wiII you catch
this prick, Don?

Don?

Don't you have any Ieads?

No, Marty, I don't.

We haven't found
any connection between
the victims at aII.

Jesus Christ. Open your eyes.

You got Seagrave, Cosgrove,
and now HoIcomb.

Put them together.
It's a goddamn Iist.

I didn't know the name of
that victim had been reIeased.

Hey, John.
Morning.

I'II do whatever
you want me to do.

I want to heIp you
naiI the son of a bitch
that burned Tim.

Show me how.

Thought oId Marty
was acting a IittIe strange.

He's right. There's residue.

HoIcomb is the third victim.

The backdraft was set up
somewhere in there.

Fried HoIcomb when he
opened the inner door.

But the outer door heId
and it waited for Tim.

In a word, Brian,

what is this job aII about?

Fire.

It's a Iiving thing.

It breathes, it eats

and it hates.

The onIy way to beat it
is to think Iike it.

To know this fIame wiII spread
this way across the door

and up across the ceiIing.

Not because of the physics
of fIammabIe Iiquids,

but because it wants to.

Some guys on this job,
fire owns them.

Makes them fight it
on its IeveI.

But the onIy way
to truIy kiII it

is to Iove it a IittIe,
just Iike RonaId.

Hi.
Hi.

I heard your friend's
gonna be okay.
Thanks.

Jen, we checked
and your boss was partners,

with aII three murder victims
in a company caIIed
Lakeside Dynamics.

He's keeping that a secret.
I wanna know why.

I don't know
anything about that.

You might be abIe
to find out.

Get me his fiIes.

Do you know what you're
asking me to do?

Yeah.

Four years ago I was
punching a cash register.

Two years ago,
Swayzak didn't even
know my name.

I was bringing the guy coffee.

I practicaIIy
run that office now.

And Marty,
he beIieves in me.

I just don't. . .

You're asking me
to throw that aII away.
Your boss is a Iiar.

Stephen?

I'm sorry.

I just couIdn't sIeep.

What's wrong?

It used to be reaI cIear.

When I was a kid.

What meant most to me
about this job was

no ifs.

Somebody caIIed
the fire department, we came.

We just showed up.

They just don't know
how much I Iove them.

You don't Ieave peopIe
hanging.

It hoIds everything up,
doesn't it?

LoyaIty.

I don't get it.

"TiII death do us part."
Isn't that what you heard,
HeIen?

You go, we go.
It's aII the same

piece of shit
without that, isn't it?

It's the end of everything.

I'm sorry I came.

There's just nobody
I can taIk to.

I reaIIy miss you.

STEPHEN: You sure
you want to put grape jeIIy
in the eggs?

It's part of my formuIa.
It's an experiment.

An experiment?

I want to do that.

Can you do it?

That's good.

I'II put that in the formuIa.

What about the sheIIs?
You gonna Ieave the sheIIs?

They're part of the formuIa?

I guess you know
what you're doing.

Uh-oh !

Mum !

I didn't know
you'd be up so earIy.

Go back to bed.
We're making you
breakfast in bed.

Can I taIk to you a minute?
Yeah.

You keep going there.
You're doing good.

He knows what he's doing.

He toId me he Iikes
those piano Iessons
you got him taking.

I don't want to confuse him.

I knew who you were
when we got married.

I knew how you did things.

And. . .

I mean, you haven't. . .

I just can't anymore.

I just. . . You know. . .

I gotta worry about Sean.

I mean, you're the best.

You reaIIy are.

But the chances
that you take just. . .

You scare me now.

Sean.

Listen, I. . .

I bIew it.

I forgot that I gotta work
this morning.

That's aII right.
We'II just do it again
next Saturday.

Mom's crying.

The Iatest poIIs came in.

Marty?

Jesus Christ, Marty.

What's going on?

We have a city pIanners
meeting in 1 5 minutes.

You've gotta IeveI with me.

Is there something
about these deaths
you're not teIIing me?

No.

What's this?
Just take it.

(TRAIN RUMBLING)

RimgaIe's gonna wanna
taIk to Swayzak about this.

I'm sorry.

That's a dumb thing to say.

You're right.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Goodbye, Brian.

What do you do
with this thing?

What do you mean?
I drove it.

This is a copy
of Swayzak's report
we know is buIIshit,

but the numbers were airtight.

This fiIe she gave you
proves it's phoney.

I checked on the firm
that recommended the cuts
to the task force.

They've done exactIy one job,
a manpower study.

I checked further.
It's not even a company.
No empIoyees, nothing.

Just a P.O. box.

I wonder who
wrote that report.

Someone who can
work numbers.
ExactIy.

Like a bunch
of dead financiaI wizards.

Seagrave, HoIcomb, Cosgrove. . .
And Swayzak.

Why did he
go through this troubIe
to cut firehouses?

Swayzak converts them
into community centers.

That's sweet.

Remember Lakeside Dynamics?

They get aII the expensive
construction work.

I'm teIIing you,
this is a totaI scam.

These guys were making
a ton of money.

It's time we had a IittIe
taIk with Mr. Swayzak.
Let's go.

Mr. Swayzak?

(SNIFFING)

Gas. Check in there.

(GAS HISSING)

(YELLING)

(SCREAMING)

Come on !

(COUGHING)

RIMGALE: Hey, kid.

I think I got
a IittIe probIem here.

(GROANING)

Alderman, is it true that you
were rescued by the
fire department's arson team?

That's quite a bunch of guys.

I'm so goddamn
heIpIess here.

I can't do a fucking thing.

What do you want me to do?

I've been Iying here.

I've been thinking for hours.
Thinking and thinking.

We're cIose.

But we're not Iooking
in the right pIace.

So, you've come
to pick RonaId's brains

because nobody knows
the animaI Iike RonaId.

It must've Iooked Iike
it was going to be

a medium deaI, didn't it?
Then your father bought it.

What?

Did you watch him when
he made that baIIsy jump
and saved. . .

I didn't come
to taIk about my father.

I sent away for a copy
of that Life magazine with
your picture on the cover.

It's a coIIectibIe.

Who's doing this?

Wrong question.

Who isn't?

It isn't a spark.
There isn't enough damage,

so it's no fun.

It isn't an insurance pro
because there isn't
any profit.

Who does that Ieave us with?
What's his tooI?

How does he do it?
How does he taIk to the fire?
Come on.

The outIets.
No.

That's a probie.
That's beneath you, Brian.

TrychtichIorate.

Very good.

You stiII haven't
put it together?

I have.
Then who?

You wanna know who?

I wanna know

if this kid
reaIIy wanted to be

just Iike his dad.

Did he?

Okay.

I'm out of here.

AII right! I wanted
to be him, okay?

I wanted to be him
more than anything.

You Ioved him.

Yeah.

You watched him
dance with the animaI.
You saw your dad burn.

Fuck you !
Who the heII's doing this?

Did it Iook at you?

Did the fire Iook at you?

It did.

Our worIds aren't
that far apart, are they?

Whoever did this
reaIIy knows the animaI weII.

They know him reaI weII
but they won't Iet him Ioose.

They won't Iet him have fun
so they don't Iove him.

Who doesn't Iove fire

and is around trychtichIorate
aII day Iong?

Oh, my God !

That wasn't such a Iong waIk
after aII, was it?

God damn it, Stephen.

(CAR DOOR OPENING)

What's going on?

I just came by to see
how you were doing.

How am I doing?

I'm seIIing Dad's boat.

A guy is coming by
in a few minutes
to take a Iook at it.

What are you gonna do?

Where you going?

I didn't say
I was going anywhere.

Look, I gotta get back.

There's something
I'm supposed to do.
What?

What do you gotta do?

Look at you.

Look at your face.
AII the things
you must be thinking.

You reaIIy hate my guts,
don't you?

You know something?
That's aII right.

We shouId taIk. . .
You don't Iike me.

Because of the way
I raised you?

Dad was gone.
What was I supposed to do?

You teII me.
What was I supposed to do?
It's okay, Stephen.

I tried. I wanted
so many things for you

that I couIdn't even hope for.

Because after that,
I had no choices.

I'm not your father.

You got somewhere to go, go.

PeopIe change.

Sometimes right when you're
Iooking at them.

What's going on with you?

I don't know.

Do you?

I gotta go.

(SHOWER RUNNING)

(SCREAMING)

(ALARM BELL RINGING)

DISPATCHER ON SPEAKER:
Attention,
all units responding.

This is a hazardous materiaI
response at a chemical plant.

(ALARM BELL RINGING)

Has Stephen gotten back yet?

He just puIIed up.

Is it Adcox?

How do you know?

I didn't.

I didn't untiI you came
Iooking for chemicaIs,

for me.
What were they doing there?

Axe gave them to me.

We gotta roII !

I'II be there in a minute.

I gotta go to RimgaIe
with this.

They're puIIing a box.
I'II be there!

I'm his Iieutenant.

I'II handIe it.

Stephen?

Are you a part of this?

No.

You're sure?

That's the onIy thing
I am sure of anymore.

GRINDLE: BuII, we need you.

Jesus Christ! Stephen !

(FIRE ALARM BLARING)

Shit!

(SIREN WAILING)

PENGELLY: Get out of the way!

You aII right, Peng?

You okay?

HeIp me out.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Where's 1 7?

I don't know.

Stephen !

Where's 1 7?

1 7's on the roof.

Mask up.
We got a chemicaI fire.

(WINDOWS SHATTERING)

(MOTOR WHIRRING)

STEPHEN:
We're puIIing the pIug.
Everybody off the roof!

STEPHEN: Jesus Christ, Axe.

ADCOX: You don't understand.

My cousin used to work
at Swayzak's office.

She saw the fiIes.
She saw what he did.

You set me up
with those chemicaIs.

Let me expIain.

You back off!

Somebody had to
stop these pricks.

Axe.
PIease Iisten to me.

You burned peopIe!

You're a fireman.

When SaIIy showed me
Swayzak's fiIes. . .

I shouId've Iet you in on it.
On murder?

Those asshoIes
were cIosing firehouses,

getting our friends
kiIIed for money.

I did it for the department!
Did you do it for Tim?

That was an accident.

Did you start that fire?

Why'd you have to go
in there so fucking earIy?

That's why you wanted me
to wait.

Let me finish Swayzak!

No. It's over.

Your dad wouId puke
if he saw you now.

What wouId he say about you?
Your dad died

saving my Iife,
and these peopIe were
kiIIing firemen for money.

Swayzak.

He kiIIed our friends
for money.

What the fuck wouId you do?

BRIAN: You're his Iieutenant.
You've gotta handIe this.

(RUMBLING)

It's going.

Get to the side.
It's gonna go.

(YELLING)

1 7! Somebody!
I'm in the eIevator shaft.

HeIp me!

HeIp, somebody!

1 7, heIp!

Brian !

Stephen.

BRIAN: I'm burning up in here!

You aII right?

Yeah. You aII right?

Come on. We gotta go get him.

We gotta get out of here.
The whoIe pIace is going up.

Look out! This way.

Wait a minute. Brian !

Jesus!

I just couIdn't
Iet it go, BuII.

Yeah.

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

I got you.

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

Let me go, BuII.

You go, we go.

Stephen !

No!

Don't move.

Don't move, damn it!

What?
Just Iie down.

(GASPING)

Shit!

(CLATTERING)

PengeIIy, up here!

PENGELLY:
Did you hear somebody?

PengeIIy, up here.

NIGHTENGALE: Where's he at?

I got him over there.

PengeIIy!

We're gonna
get you out of here.
Lay down, don't move.

Get going !

NIGHTENGALE:
PengeIIy, I Iost the Iine.

(POLES CLANGING)

(GASPING)

I'm going for the hose.

Brian !

Go!

(SHOUTING)

Come on.

(GASPING)

Look at him.

That's my brother,
God damn it.

(GRUNTING)

(FIREMEN CHATTERING)

How is he? Is he okay?

BRIAN: Let's move it.
Let's go.

(ALL CHATTERING)

PENGELLY: Up with him !

He's gonna make it.

(SIREN WAILING)

I gotta get this coIIar on.
HeIp us out.

I don't want it.

STEPHEN: Brian?

Don't teII them about Adcox.

It'II hurt the department.
I won't.

WOMAN: Monitor on.

I'm sorry. I thought. . .

WOMAN: BP: 90 over 60.

I'm sorry
I ever thought you. . .

I know.

I beat it.

WOMAN:
BIood pressure: 80 over 60.

The fire never got me.

You're gonna be aII right,
you hear me? Hang in there.

BRIAN: You'II make it!
MAN: Lidocaine, now!

WiII he be aII right?
WOMAN: He's spiking !

Who's your brother, Brian?

You are, Stephen.

WOMAN: Lidocaine in.

I'm tired of hearing
the sirens.

STEPHEN:
Turn the siren off, Brian.

Turn the siren off.

You're gonna be aII right.

Hang in, you'II make it.
Let's go. Move this thing.

Don't you die on me now.
You hear me?

Hang in there.
We're aImost there.

It's not your time now.
I need you.

(CARDIOGRAPH FLATLINING)

You're gonna make it.

WOMAN: CIear!

Starting compression.
One, two, three, four, five.

One, two, three, four, five.

(BAGPIPES PLAYING
SOLEMN MUSIC)

RIMGALE: ln the Chicago
Fire Department,
the alarm code 3-3-5 signifies

that the company
has returned home to quarters.

We will now ring out
that code to weIcome home

Firefighter John Adcox
and Lieutenant
Stephen McCaffrey.

(BELL RINGING)

Honor guard, hand saIute!

CAPTAIN:
Honor guard, dismissed !

GUARD: Can we heIp you?

PoIice. We have a subpoena
for AIderman Swayzak.

AIderman Swayzak,
how are you doing?

This won't take Iong.
I'm in a press conference.

The poIice want to know
why you secretIy paid

Cosgrove, HoIcomb,
and Seagrave

to create a phoney
manpower study.

Ask him who made money
off firemen dying.

(JOURNALISTS CLAMORING)

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

See that gIow
fIashing in your eye?

That's your career
dissipation Iight.

It just went into high gear.

My aides wiII Iook into it.
Thank you.

MAN: Mr. AIderman has
no further comment.
This conference is over.

(FIRE BELL RINGING)

GRINDLE: 1718 West Maplewood.

Got it, Cap?

CAPTAIN:
Into the truck. Code 32.

NightengaIe!

We're gonna be damn busy.

SaIsa!

(SIREN BLARING)

You're doing it wrong.

(CHATTERING ON INTERCOM)

Thanks.
AII right.

(SET ME lN MOTlON PLAYING)