" You okay?" " Yeah." "This your first West Side highway call, kid?" " Yeah." " Yeah?" "Well, get used to it." "Weekends, we get three or four of these." "Yeah, teenagers come over from Jersey, go into the clubs, get drunk and high." "And then they drive home 7000 miles an hour, trying to make it out of town before curfew." "Can't they do something about it?" "Put some cops out there?" "They're kids." "They're gonna do what they wanna do." "Yeah, plus, it keeps the population of Jersey in check, which I think we're all in favor of." "Wasn't that funny, Bill." "Huh?" "Oh." "I was laughing at something else." "Hey, you read about that guy in the paper?" "Yeah, the guy in Queens that ate his in-laws?" "No, the other guy, 74 truck." "He retires, comes out of the closet." "Gay?" "Yeah, and get this." "He says there's a secret society within the brotherhood of the F.D.N.Y." "Says he knew 20 guys that died on 9/11 that were gay." "What?" "This was in the papers?" " Yep." " I didn't see it." "Saw the thing about the guy eating his parents." "No, they were his in-laws." "Oh, well." "Who hasn't wanted to do that?" "By the way, how do you prove 20 of these guys were gay?" "You know how you prove it?" "You look at a poster of the 343, pick out the 20 best-looking guys." "Those are the ones the fags are gonna claim were gay." " What do you mean?" " Well, it's always the handsome sons of bitches." "It's always Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt that they say are gay." "It's never, you know, Donald Trump or Dennis Franz..." "Jim Belushi." "Jim Belushi." "Donald Trump's gay?" "Get out of the truck." "You know, Tommy, I read a statistic that said 10 percent of the population is gay." " Bullshit." " Nah." "Think about it." "According to that percentage, out of our crew, at least one guy is gay." "Really?" "My God!" "Somebody, help!" "Oh, my God!" "15 Battalion K. Tommy, go check that out." "Yeah, yeah." "Sean, help Franco with that generator on the other side of the rig." "I wanna go home." "What's goin' on?" "Uh... she's gone." "Battalion 1-5 to 1-5 Alpha." "Transmit a 10-45." "Make that two 10-45s, one a code 2." "Hey, Tommy, you okay?" "Yeah, yeah." "No, I just..." "feel a cold coming on." " An Irish remedy." " Right." "Shit." "GAY" "Somebody oughta tell this faggot what's what." "No respect, huh?" "Widows, families." "How does he even know they're gay?" "I mean, does he have sex with all of them?" "Was there some kind of secret handshake?" "I'm on the job 20 years, and I never seen one guy that's a faggot, and all of sudden they're tellin' me" "20 guys are takin' it right up the ass?" "Well, maybe they weren't, necessarily, you know, gay." "Maybe he just thought they were gay because they dressed nice and were well-groomed and into fashion." "Know what I mean?" "No." "What?" "Maybe they weren't homosexuals." "Maybe they were metrosexuals." "What?" "My daughter used that term last week." "The teenager?" "The 8-year-old." "What in the sweet chocolate Christ is a metrosexual?" "It means you aren't gay, but you like to do certain things that might be considered gay." "Right?" "No, asshole." "He doesn't know what the hell he's talkin about." "Look, a metrosexual is like a straight guy who also happens to like to, you know, go shopping and get facials and stuff." "Holy shit." "Shoppin' for food?" "Nice food." "Yeah." "And wine and..." "clothes." "Yeah." "I'm not explaining it right." "Franco, you know what a metrosexual is, right?" "Uh, that would be a huge goddamn no." "Look, it's not, like, a gay thing, all right?" "It's gay, and it's not gay." "It's like straight, regular guys who get facelifts and bikini waxes." "Enough." "Enough." " Male bikini waxes." " Enough!" "Nobody in this firehouse goes out and goes shoppin' anymore unless it's for underwear or boots or a pair of goddamn gloves." "And nobody, and I mean nobody, goes and gets a facial, unless that means puttin' water on your face to clean it up after you catch a job." "And the word "metrosexual," from this point on, is banned from these quarters." "What the hell's a male bikini wax?" "It's when they take the hair off of your scrotum." "Ow." "Why?" "Chicks dig it." "Chicks dig us shaving our balls?" "No, no." "It's hot-wax strips." "Yeah." "They yank 'em off, and the ball hair comes with it, along with the pubic hair." "You know, I had that procedure done." "Really?" "When?" "Yeah." "Back in the '70s." "By who?" "The sisters of St. Mary." "You ladies had better shut this shit down." "Wow." "Oh." "Good." "Is Connor's lunchbox at your place?" "Hi." "He didn't come home with it today, and if it's not at your place, that's three lunchboxes this year." "So this is the urgent thing you had to have me come over and talk about." "I know, I know." "I'm sorry." "It's just making me a little crazy." "I swear to God, Tom, and don't think I'm nuts." "I swear this is his way of getting back at me for you and I splitting up." "He loses one more lunchbox, I'm calling a therapist." "For him or for you?" "Janet?" "Aw, great." "Shit." "He's early." "Ah, in here." "You here, babe?" "Kitchen!" "You know, maybe your boyfriend stole Connor's lunchbox." "You ever think of that?" "Maybe he's got a little lunchbox fetish going on." "Oh, sorry." "How's it going?" "Good." "Good." "Um, so, Roger, this is Tommy, my ex." "Roger Mills." "We meet at last." "How you doing?" "Reservation's at 7." "Okay." "I'm gonna get dressed." "And you'll look for that lunchbox?" "Yeah, babe." "So you're a firefighter." "Yep." "My hat's off to you, man." "I mean, seriously, the work you guys do." "Look at me, wearing my monkey suit, stuck in some big office building." "Compared to the work you do, I feel like a... wuss." "Well, that's not the word I would've picked, but that'll do." "Funny." "Hey, listen." "I know there's a fund for firefighters for the widows and the orphans." "I've always wanted to make a donation, but I forget, or I'm busy, or I'm traveling." "Let me give you a check." "You'll get it where it has to go, right?" "Yeah." "Probably." "You are funny." "There you go." "Least I can do." "Thanks." "You're welcome." "Hey." "Let me ask you something." "You in love with my wife?" "Um..." "I don't really know how to respond to that question." "I'm not sure that I..." "That's all I wanted to hear." "Nice to meet you, Rog." "See ya." "Cheap prick." "There you go, guys." "Grab a corn dog." "Okay, everybody?" " Yeah." "John Gavin." " Johnny boy." "Hey, Tommy." "Listen, I tapped into Roger's credit report, and I futzed around with the numbers a little bit." "Guy makes 2 mil a year, by the way." "You know that?" "Shit." "Plus, on top of that, he just put down a down payment on a three-bedroom house in San Jose." "Don't spill anything in there, now, guys." "It gets better." "Hold on a second." "What else?" "Roger Mills, 42 years old, busted twice for DWI outside San Francisco about 10 years ago." "And get this:" "a public lewdness charge that he pleaded down and did community service for." "What does that mean?" "Take your pick, but he either got busted for taking it up the ass in the park or getting a blowjob from a girl in the backseat of his car, but when you plead down, the details just go away." "What, he's a fag?" "I don't know, but it is San Francisco, right?" "Of course, if he is gay, then what the hell is he doing with Janet?" "Taking a breather?" "Yeah, what, they do that?" "How would I know?" "I don't know." "I got a phone call." "Hold on a second." "John Gavin." "Hey, you guys got stuff to drink in there?" "Uncle Johnny, it's Damian." "Hey, Damian, what's up, kid?" "All right, I sent a virus through that guy Roger's office computer system, and I red-flagged his Platinum American Express and his main Mastercard debit card." "Oh, yeah?" "How long's that gonna last?" "Well, he won't be able to get cash out of an ATM for at least a day." "Nice." "And it'll take two days at least for him and his company to get his full credit back on track." "That's good work, Damian." "Listen, tell your mom I say hi, all right?" " I gotta bounce." " All right." "Tommy, I'm back." "Listen, Damian just came through big-time for us." "Speaking of fags." "Come on, Damian is not a fag." "Damian's a geek." "And your friend Roger's gonna have a hard time getting to his finances over the next 48 hours." "Nice." "Keep digging." "Yeah." "Listen, do me a favor." " Please call Dad." " Yeah, I will." "All right." "You got my kid doing your dirty work." "Look, my wife's thinking of moving to California with the kids and some strange guy." "I think I owe it to the kids to check the guy out." "How is..." "Damian?" "He's a geek, Jim." "Come on." "That's not funny." "Why you say that?" "There's not much I can do about it now, anyway." "Yeah, well..." "Had another dead person talk to me last night." "Asian girl on the West Side highway." "Really?" "So this "starting to drink again" thing, it's really working out well for you, huh?" "What she want?" "She said, "I wanna go home. "" "Join the club, kid." "What's that supposed to mean?" "What's it supposed to mean?" "Put yourself in my shoes." "I'm supposed to spend eternity here, arguing with you about your little secret evil plans to fix your failing marriage?" "Come on, this can't be my final resting place." " What if it is?" " What if?" "What if I'm not even here, Tom?" "What if I'm a figment of your imagination?" "No." "If you were a figment of my imagination, you wouldn't be arguing with me." "You'd be helping me to solve the problem." "Which problem?" "Wife Problem?" "The drinking problem?" "Or the ghost thing?" "Really funny." "Dad!" "Connor stole some of my potatoes." "Then Colleen called me a pig." "Honey, first of all, you are not a pig, okay?" "You are a gorgeous little princess." "All right?" "Now, go tell Connor to shut up." "Okay." "Tell him Dad said so." "And, Colleen, another crack like that, you ain't getting those jeans, you hear me?" "Tell you what:" "because you're such a good dad, and I mean that," "I" " I-I'm gonna try to help you here, all right." "But you gotta do me a favor." "You gotta check in on Sheila for me, all right?" "Just make sure she's not dating anybody." "All right." "You know what?" "I've seen you disappear into thin air in this house, okay?" "You're telling me you can't fly over, like, 10 blocks and then materialize in your ex-wife's living room?" "No." "And that would be my widow." "It would be my widow's living room." "Sorry." "Tell you what." "I'll check in." "See who she's dating, how things are going." "But you got to keep an eye on this house across the street from me, all right?" "I'm serious, man." "I got a bad feeling here." "I do, too." "Yeah?" "Tom, this is Jerry." "You got a minute?" "Hey, what's going on?" "That guy in the paper today, the gay guy?" "Yeah?" "I did some digging around." "His name is Bobby Teff, but it didn't say in the paper what company he retired out of." "You didn't know this guy, did ya?" "Bobby Teff." "That rings a bell." "Bobby Teff." "You know what?" "Yeah, I think he was in Mikey Brown's crew for a while." "You know, he was, because I remember Mikey telling me what a pain in the ass the guy was." "Oh, that's no surprise." "Look, you think you could ask Mikey to get some information for me?" "Why?" "What are you thinking of doing?" "Oh, no, nothing." "I just thought I'd maybe like to have a talk with the guy." "That's all." "No big deal." "Just have Mikey check and get back to me." "All right." "What is it with these gay people?" "They're everywhere now." "Sitcoms, movies." "See the thing in the paper about same-sex marriage?" "Same-sex marriages?" "Hey, right now I'd settle for a some-sex marriage." "All right." "Talk to you." "I'm telling you, man, you better be careful." "Yeah." "The guy shoots in the 70s." "I'll see you Saturday at the club." "Putz." "Hey, Patty, there's a monster face on my computer." "I can't get rid..." "You have the same thing." "Everybody does." "It's on every computer in the office." "I called the tech guys." "They said we got hit with a virus." "Great." "Why us?" "I think you mean "why you. "" "What?" "Look." "Now the monster's wearing a little name tag." "It says, "Hello." "I'm Roger M."" "Looks like somebody really likes you." " Hey, Franco." " Yeah." " Come here a second." " What's up?" "Do I look different?" "How do you mean?" "I mean, look at me." "Do I look different?" "I'm looking at you, Sean." "You wanna help me out here?" "Sean." "He, uh, got a ball wax." " A ball wax?" " Yeah." "Me and this chick I've been banging, we were talking about it." "And she says that it makes the sex better for women, right?" "So there's nothing on TV last night." "I get out the Yellow Pages." "I find a place and do it." "So this place, did you find it under "ball" or "wax"?" "Place called Invincible." "All-male spa." "It's a cool name, right?" "Yeah." "Cool." "So, uh, how did it feel?" "Well, it hurt like hell, but now, God, I feel like I'm 12 years old all over again, you know?" "I feel free, brother." "You realize you're itching your tea bag every 10 seconds." "Yeah." "I don't think so." "You gotta stop, man." "I can't." "Here you go, guys, right here." "Folks, please step aside, all right?" "Get that line stretched quick, will you?" "Battalion 1-5, come in." "Transmit a 10-75 at the box." "Chief, how you doing?" "We got the super here." "He says everybody's accounted for except an older couple that lives on the second floor and a guy that lives alone on the third." "Great." "Thanks." "Franco, take the probie to the third floor." "Tommy, you and Billy and Lou go up to the second floor." "All right." "Upstairs." "Let's go." "9-1-5 to Manhattan." "Transmitting to all hands." "Come on, guys." "We got smoke pushing out of both floors and the top floor." "You know, I hear that smoke is very bad for the skin." "Actually, they have a cream for that." "Oh." "Oh, you can go now." "Everything's fine." "I was just making toast." "Well, this is interesting." "You take the front." "I'll take the back." "Ten-four." "Oh, my God." "Let me ask you something." "Did you do this to keep the toast inside?" "Did it become violent when you burned it?" "Help us out here." "Oh, you can't go in there." "Not yet." "Sir, we have to go in there." "There's a missing woman involved." "Oh, she's not missing." "She's right where I left her, on the couch, soaked in kerosene." "42 years I put up with her yapping'." "Then when she started in today," "I..." "I said to myself, "Today is the day." "No more yappin'!"" "Should we pop it?" "Why don't you try the knob first, asshole?" "Yeah, good idea." "Thank you." "Oh, Jesus." "Nice." "Yeah." "I'm not gonna be ordering the crispy beef from the Chinese place anytime soon." "What's goin' on?" "Well, this is the husband." "This is the wood he used to barricade the door to stop us from rescuing his wife, who was inside, on fire." "And this is what gay couples who insist on getting married have to look forward to." "No more yappin'." "Take it easy, pop." "Just watch your step." "No more yappin'." "Hey, I thought you quit cigarettes." "I know." "This isn't a cigarette." "It's a flotation device." "Yeah." "Gimme one." "Hey." "This guy tell you what the argument was about?" "Socks." "Socks." "Wet socks on the bed." "Wet socks?" "Marriage is a beast, boys." "I'm at it almost 40 years... and the beast has claws and nails and teeth that grow longer and sharper every goddamn day." "You wanna fight back, but you can't, 'cause if you do, the beast'll snap your spine in two pieces." "So you give in, and then you sit in front of the tube, sipping a beer, hoping and praying that she'll fall asleep first." "Or that you... die of a truly sudden and massive heart attack." "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I can't wait to get home to the little missus tonight." "Yeah." "Hey, probie gets his first grab." "Married or single guy?" "Single guy." "Did him a favor, then." "You allergic to them pants?" "No." "It's actually starting to sting now." " Really?" " Yeah." "Ohh..." "Hey, hey." "Talked to Mikey Brown last night." " And?" " Two things." "This guy Teffy hangs out at a place called Hathaway's on the Lower East Side, which makes sense." "What's the other thing?" "Be careful." "Be careful." "Customer needs assistance in produce." "Customer needs assistance in produce." "Can I help you, Mr. Gavin?" "Do I know you?" "I go to school with Colleen." "Oh." "Well, do I look like I need help?" " Well, I was just..." " What?" "You seemed like you were looking for something." "Yeah, I was looking." "I was looking for this." "All right?" "Anything else you'd like to say?" "A lot of women like the ones with wings better." "Yeah, well, Colleen happens to like these." "Happy now?" "Tommy?" " Tommy!" " Hey." " Hi." " How you doing?" "Oh." "It's for my mom." "These aren't." "Hi." "Oh." "Sorry, this is... my friend Lisa." "Hi." "This is Jimmy's cousin." "The firefighter." "I've heard so much about you." "Yeah." "There's two sides to every story." "So you guys, what are you doing?" "Shopping." "Yeah." "Me, too." "Um, you know, we..." "We should get together, have dinner or something." "Oh, yeah." "We should." "You know, we could do all three of us, you know?" "Oh." "Why would you wanna...?" "No, no." "I'm just saying." "I thought that, uh..." "Whatever." "I mean, the two of us, three of us, I..." "That might be better." "You guys can catch up." "The two of us." "Yeah." "That's probably right." "That's..." "Yeah." "Um... call me." "I'll call ya." "All right." "Nice to meet you." "You, too." "Meat department, pick up line three, please." "Shit." "Okay, I'll be sure he gets it." "How was lunch?" "A frickin' disaster." "Call these banks right now." "I went to pay for lunch, both cards were declined." "I looked like a complete idiot in front of Ken Klein and his whole team." "How could they be declined?" "I don't know!" "Just call." "Psst." "What are you doing here?" "Hey, what are you doing?" "Getting some air." "Dead guys need air, huh?" "Just thinking about Sheila, you know." "Yeah." "You haven't seen her, have you?" "You know what, Jimmy," "I" " I-I actually ran into her at the store today." " You did?" " Yeah." " Why didn't you tell me?" " I'm telling you now." "How she's doing?" "She seemed good." "She looked great, but it was strange." "She was with this kinda..." "dykey-lookin' chick." "Dykey-lookin'." "What are you talking about?" "And it was strange." "When she introduced her to me, she said, "This is... my friend. "" "She took this weird pause before she said "my friend. "" "W" " W-What kind of a pause?" "Like a weird, like," ""This is..." "I'm thinking about it, and I don't know what to say." "my friend Lisa. "" "And then the friend gave me this strange look and then this really bizarre handshake, like, way too long, and at the end when I was saying goodbye to 'em, the dykey chick gave this really bizarre stare." " My God." " I know." "It was troubling." "Ahh." "Sorry, pal." "Hey, you know what?" " It might be nothin', you know?" " Yeah." "Yeah." "How ya doin'?" "Hey." "I'm Vinny Martin." "How you doin'?" "Great." "You lookin' for somebody?" "No." "What'll it be?" "Uh, draft." "Beer." "I'm good." "Thanks." "You a fireman?" "Yeah." "Friend of Bobby Teff's?" "Uhh, comrade." "Yeah." "Good old Teflon." "Yeah." "Good old Teflon." " Nothing sticks to him, right?" " Right." "Hey, were you in that fire 20 stories up when he swung out on a rope from the roof and smashed a window and grabbed a guy?" "That was Paddy Bar." "Paddy Bar went over that wall in a rope, and Paddy Brown was up on the roof like a human anchor." "I think you're wrong." "It was Teflon." "You can ask him yourself." "He usually comes in about now." "It was nice to meet you." "I didn't catch your name." "I didn't offer it." "There's no smoking in here, sir." "Call the fire department." "You..." "You should be happy your wife's a lesbian." "What?" "Yeah." "I mean, think about it." "I'm a guy." "You used to be a guy." "We both know guys suck." "Okay?" "What would you prefer, her sucking on a couple of tits or hanging around with some horny, hungry, hopped-up-on-Viagra shithead who's got two secret gym bags full of DVD porn?" "True." "True." "By the way, where do you keep those gym bags?" "Wouldn't you like to know." "No, I'll tell you, brother, I am pro-lesbian." "I am a big supporter of the lesbian community." "Really?" "Yeah." "I wish my daughter was a lesbian." " Which one?" " Both." "Why don't they have a pill for that?" "Yeah." "Sometimes I think gay guys really got it made, you know?" "How is that?" "Well, think about it." "You're a guy." "And you're with a guy who has the same interests as you." "That's, like, a win-win situation, man." "You know?" "First of all, you both like to have a lot of sex." "Second, if you're both interested in sports, you can go to hockey games, basketball games, football, baseball." "It's all..." "blowjobs and ballgames." "Blowjobs and ballgames." "Yeah." "No, no, no." "Any long-term relationship has the same underlying engine, no matter what the sexual affiliation might be." "You fall in love." "You move in together." "After a while, it's just burning mutual resentment." "You got ongoing arguments about the division of household labor and secret, evil plans to piss each other off." "So, basically, even if you and I were blowing each other, we're doomed." "Yeah." "Great." "Teflon." "Hey." "Usual?" "Yes, sir." "Larry." "How are you, man?" "Good to see you." "Teflon?" "Who's askin'?" "Chief Jerry Reilly, 15 Battalion." "Uptown." "Oh." "What can I do you for, Jer?" "In the future, why don't you think before you shoot your mouth off, huh?" "I mean, those things you said in the paper, way out of line." "You got widows, kids, parents." "They don't need to read that garbage." "A little respect, huh?" "Where's my drink, Dave?" "Hey, don't turn your back on me, asshole." "Look, I ain't a chubby chaser, pal, so why don't you just run along?" "Listen, shithead..." " Look, I told the truth." " The truth." "Screw the truth." "There's orphans out there, families, parents." "Lovers." "Look, just don't push me, huh?" "I swear to God..." "Look, this is the deal, old man:" "unless you want your fat ass kicked by a faggot..." "Oh, you're gonna kick my ass." "Come here." " Come here." " Son of a bitch." "Whoa!" "Easy, man." "Leave him alone." "Son of a..." "What are you doing?" "Jesus Christ!" "Get him off of him!" "Get him off of him!" "You take credit for somebody else's rescue again, and I'll come down here and kick your ass again!" "You son of a bitch, you!" "Christ!" "Call an ambulance!" "You son of a bitch!" "Ambulances en route..." "I'm back." "Jesus." "What the hell took you so long?" "I had to go to two stores." "I got some medicated spray and then this powder and... and this stuff." "Looked soothing." "It's cooking spray." "Yeah." "I got the kind with olive oil." "Just give me the powder." "Come on." "Well?" "No." "Shit." " Aah." "Gimme the other." " Try this." "Oh!" " Oh, God." "Yeah." "That's good." " Yeah." " That's really nice." " Yeah, yeah." "Told you." "Told you." " One question." " Okay." " Yeah?" " Is that cocaine?" " No." "No." " No." "Good, because if it was, you're doing it wrong." "Oh..." "Hey, you beat the shit out of Bobby Teff last night?" "Who told you that?" "Bobby Clark from 68 Engine, Johnny Walters from 340 Truck." "Everybody's talking about it." "Well, how did they find out?" "What'd they say?" "Next time you wanna beat the shit out of somebody, don't walk up to 'em and say your house number and name first." "I was thinking I just wanted to go and talk to this guy." "He wound up being such a goddamn prick." "So he told the cops it was me?" "Yeah, right before they put him into a medically-induced coma." "Not good." "Jesus." "I hear anything else, I'll let you know." "Otherwise, lay low." "Yeah." "Lay low." "Hey." "Hi." "Want a hand?" "No." "You're home early." "Is that a problem?" "No." "Why would that be a problem?" "Whatever." "You find Connor's lunchbox?" "No." "I actually forgot about the lunchbox." "Thanks, Tom." "Yeah." "Well, you know, priorities." "Family possibly moving to California." "Missing lunchbox." "Look, I'm just exploring our options." "Really?" " Our options." " Mm-hmm." "Mine and the kids'." "Look, any judge with half a brain is gonna require that you keep the kids within a reasonable distance to me." "So I think the idea of moving to California is really just a pipe dream, okay?" "Tommy, I need to get away from this." "From what?" "This." "I mean, every other house on the block has a dead hero dad." "Every other kid at school has lost a father or an uncle." "And you know what's worse than all the guys that died that day?" "The rest of you left behind, walking around like everything's fine, when you're dead inside." "Okay." "You know what?" "We've talked about this, okay." "I can't fix what happened to me, okay." "I can't go and talk to somebody, some shrink or something, or go to some spa and sweat it out." "You know, I just..." "You knew when we married my job was..." "Jesus Christ." "Tommy, I am sick of it." "I want my kids to grow up normal." "Dogs and cats and picket fences." " You asked me for this, and I gave..." " For what?" "To stay home so you could raise the kids hands-on." "So I took two side jobs besides the fire department, and what thanks do I get?" "You bitching and moaning that I'm never home" " and I never talk..." " And you never were home!" "I was too busy busting my ass to pay the bills..." "Even when you were home, you were never home!" "Even when we broke up, you..." "I raised those kids on my own!" "It's bullshit." "I am gonna do whatever I have to to take care of these kids." " Oh, yeah?" " Yeah." "I'll fight you in court." " Yeah?" "Well, you'll lose." " Oh, really?" "Yeah." "The court always sides with the mother." " Let me tell you something." " Don't you threaten me." "If I wanna threaten you, I will, okay?" "You start a shit storm about my kids with me, you take 'em anywhere you want." "I will hunt you down, and I will find you." "Four corners of the earth, I will find you, and I will take those kids back." "That's not a threat." "That's a goddamn promise, bitch." "Thanks, guys." "See you tomorrow." "Excuse me." "Excuse me." "Are you Mike Silletti?" "Yeah." "I'm, uh, Andrew." "Andy." "Andy Rykal?" "You're the guy from the fire." "That's right." "Dude, you rock." "I brought this down here for you." "It's a bottle of Dom Pérignon." "That's..." "Thanks." "Thank you." "Dude, you've got some hands on you." "I mean, you're a strong little guy, but your hands are so soft." "I mean, my hands are..." "My hands are a mess." "I'm a welder." "You saved my life." "Oh, I'm just doing my job." "I'm sorry." "Sorry." "My mom passed away last April, and I, uh..." "I've just been thinking about her a lot." "Sorry." "Can I take you out to dinner?" "I" " I can't tonight." "Okay." "Hey, yeah, that's no problem." "I..." "You're busy, and I'm sorry I even bothered you." "Maybe we can have lunch or something." "Oh, that's so cool." "Thank you." "Thanks." "Catch you later, bro." "Hello?" "Hey, it's me." "Tommy?" "Yeah." "How you doing?" "Roger there?" "Oh, Jesus, Tommy." "I'm in bed." "What do you want?" "Look, I've been thinking about this." "I mean, can't we come to some kind of a, you know, an agreement on this whole, you know, California thing?" "I mean, God, you're gonna hate California." "It's all fake tits and assholes and..." "You know, just..." "Why don't we just pick a place around here?" "Like, you know, Connecticut or Jersey," " and I'll help ya." "I'll help..." " Are you drinking?" "No, I'm not drinking." "I'm driving." "Well, you sound drunk." "Yeah, yeah, I'm drunk." "I'm drinking, and I'm driving." "You know, I just smoked some crack, and I'm getting ready to roll a nice big, fat joint..." "Uhh!" "You're lucky I'm not kidnapping my own goddamn kids." "Swear to God!" "Ahh..." "Shit." "Hello?" "Hey... you." "How you doing?" "Who is this?" "It's, ah, Tommy." "The firefighter." "I was thinking maybe you lost my number." "No, no." "I got your number right here." "I, uh..." "I just..." "I've been busy, and, you know, so..." "And I just got off work." "I was kinda wired, so I thought, you know, maybe I'd... give you a call." "How you doing?" "Good." "It's late." "Yeah." "All right." "You know, I'm sorry." "I didn't..." "You know, I didn't think about that." "I just..." "You know what?" "I'll call you tomorrow." " No." " Yeah, we had a pretty horrible fire tonight in a project building." "It was... big, big fire." "A couple kids trapped in there, and..." "Oh, my God." "Are you all right?" "Yeah." "No, no, no." "I'm fine." "We pulled them out." "We saved everybody." "Everybody's alive and, uh..." "You know, it was just... it was just that it was such an evil, evil thing that I... you know, wanted to think of somethin' sweet, and, uh, I thought of you." "I wanna go home. resynced for the FFNDVD DVDRip release by muscatete"