Original subtitles

Previously on Rescue Me.

I told you when I died I didn't see anything?

Yeah? I lied. I saw something.

WOMAN: Tommy!

You said you'd come back to get me.

LOU: Tommy!

Sean. Pat.

What's up, bro?

From Ground Zero. Thirty-two-year-old men

don't get kidney cancer. Mine's in the lungs,

so it's obvious where it came from.

Is Franco there?

Janet just wants to say hey.

Oh, cool. Hey, Jan-Jan. What's going on?

I'm jealous.

You realize that's ridiculous? We're brothers.

Can I just point out that my actual brother, my real brother,

had an affair with my wife?

That, my dear nephew,

is a rare bottle of Irish whiskey.

We've come to the conclusion...

That you're a lost cause, and now we've got to cut you loose.

We are having a huge cookout,

we are going to stuff them full of food.

Great public relations.

Get them in here, load them up,

have them call the Mayor's office.

West Side Wild Men, blocks over. Listen to this.

Mayor's shutting down their house.

So they're having a pig roast.

So how's it feel to play second fiddle to the best house?

Second fiddle, my ass. We were here first.

Here. I'll do it.

Better get a phone number out of this.

His or mine?

PHIL: I'm a priest! This is my parish!

Get her out.

God bless you. You saved Mary.

There's a hole in her.

DAMIAN: Something's wrong with Lou.

NEEDLES: Six hours.

Six hours and not one morsel of information

about what's going on.

It's like an episode of Lost in this joint,

only our fat guy might die.

Hospitals are the most depressing place

on the planet, you know.

Hey, no news is good news, right?

He had no pulse, Mike.

So no news is bad news?

Mike, you know what?

Shut up. Just shut up.

It's Lou, you know.

No news is Lou news.

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON PA]

Are you here for lieutenant Shea?

Yes, we are. You can see him now.

MIKE: Is he awake? NEEDLES: Yeah, he's up.

Hey, guys. What's happening?

Come on in. How are you, pal?

I'm doing good, man. Good to see you.

That's my bunkmate over there.

I call him Wheezer.

I'll tell you why in a minute.

Hey, look, I appreciate all of these concerned looks,

but, guys, really, I'm okay.

You don't look okay, Lou.

You look like shit.

I'll tell you, I feel fine.

I don't even mind sticking around here.

The cook-off's not for another what, like, 10 days?

And they got me hooked up with this really nice nutrition lady.

She's got a lot of great ideas about diet and exercise.

[LOUD WHEEZING]

That's why.

Hello, Mr. Shea.

Hello, Hillary.

Looks like you've got visitors already.

I do. Guys, this is Hillary, and Hillary, these are the guys.

Hi, Hillary. How are you?

This poor lady has the job

of making me into a thin man. Mm-hm.

After she negotiates peace in the Middle East.

Yeah. And gets Rush Limbaugh

to share his Viagra with Kanye West.

See, this is the positive reinforcement

I was talking about. Do something positive,

we'll reinforce it, you fat bastard.

Like lose a goddamn chin.

Or two. Or six.

Uh, is that really necessary?

Sweetheart, we work in a firehouse.

Brutal honesty is our currency in trade.

And he's fat.

Like, super fat.

Way fat. MIKE: Too fat.

You see?

You have a giant mole on your face.

Your eyes are too far apart.

[MEN CHUCKLING]

You have Mr. potato head lips.

[CHUCKLES]

You both look mentally challenged.

Your skin is the color of Elmer's glue.

And you, Owen Wilson called,

said he wants his nose back.

[MEN LAUGHING]

The truth hurts sometimes.

Think about that next time you're making jokes

at your friend's expense.

Now, if you don't mind,

Mr. Shea and I need to discuss his future well-being.

Beat it. Yes, we do.

All right, Lou. See you later.

See you. Feel better.

Um, ahem, when you say my eyes are too far apart--

I said beat it.

It's called a beauty mark.

Okay?

[THE VON BONDIES' "C'MON, C'MON" PLAYING]

♪ On another day C'mon, cmon ♪

♪ With these ropes tied tight Can we do no wrong? ♪

♪ Now we grieve 'Cause now it's gone ♪

♪ Things were good When we were young ♪

♪ When my teeth bite down I can see the blood ♪

♪ Of a thousand men Who have come and gone ♪

♪ Now we grieve 'Cause now it's gone ♪

♪ Things were good When we were young ♪

♪ Is it safe to stay? ♪ ♪ C'mon, cmon ♪

♪ Was it right to leave? ♪ C'mon, c'mon ♪

♪ Will I ever learn? ♪ ♪ C'mon, cmon ♪

♪ C'mon, ¢'/mon C'mon, cmon ♪

You guys think my eyes are too far apart?

Hey, maybe that's why you're such a good point guard,

peripheral vision.

Quiet, probie. I'm talking to grown folks here.

Seriously, this shit has been keeping me up all night.

No wonder. Every time you turn your head

an eye's hitting the pillow.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

All right. Listen up.

We are busting the fat man out of the hospital tonight.

The West Side Wild Men found out

that Lou was gonna be in the hospital a week,

they moved their cookout up to this weekend.

We're going to do the proper food prep, we've got to move.

Wait a second, the guy just had a heart attack.

Hey, this is war. And in war you put your personal safety aside

for the benefit of the whole. That's right.

If Lou's not at that cookout, West Side have the advantage.

They're going to win the hearts of the neighborhood.

Next thing you know,

department's nailing up this place,

we're either in the wind or reassigned to some shit hole

like Bedstuy or Staten Island.

Yeah. So we're breaking him out.

And, uh, when is this great escape taking place?

Tonight.

Tonight? No, I can't do it.

What do you mean, you can't do it?

I got a date with Penny.

Heh, who the hell is Penny?

You know, Penny, the hot probie chick from the West Side.

I'm going to have to ask you to leave the war room, Damian.

Why? You're sleeping with the enemy.

Not yet.

Hey, maybe this is a good thing for us.

You know what I mean? He can get the secrets.

Oh, yeah. Like a spy. TOMMY: Yes.

He could pump her for information.

If I'm going to be pumping her,

you can bet it won't be for information.

Unless it's for information on where to put my cock.

What? You don't know where to put your cock?

Well, I may have options.

ALL: Hmm. Somebody fill me in here.

How is it that this peckerwood has usurped me

as the resident pussy hound?

Uh, maybe because I'm not made of plastic, Mr. Potato Head.

Potato Head! Potato Head!

Knock it off.

Tommy and I stole these uniforms, all right?

You are going to be the doctor, you two are gonna be orderlies.

Why does Franco get to be the doctor?

Oh, please. Why can't I be the doctor?

We really need to go there?

A brother has just as much chance of being a doctor

as a Puerto Rican. Neither of you have a chance,

but if I had to pick, I'd put my money on the Puerto Rican.

Score one for Puerto Rico.

No, chief. There's plenty of black doctors

that are out there. You know it.

Name one.

Dr. Bill Cosby.

Name another.

Dr. Huxtable.

Same guy. One's make-believe, don't count.

Dr. J. Nah, nah. Basketball player.

Got anything else?

Reverend Al Sharpton.

What?

Any time black people get caught in a corner,

we use that as a code name, throwing the rev out.

This is one of your problems.

You don't talk white good, Franco talks perfect white.

Franco, talk some white.

I'd be very happy to, Thomas.

Hello. I am Dr. Francisco Rivera.

Okay? Perfect Caucasian.

FRANCO: Yeah. It's easy.

I just clench my ass cheeks together

and think about egg salad sandwiches.

All right. How come I can't be the orderly?

We didn't want to make the orderly a black guy

because that's racist.

And what would Reverend Al say then?

Yeah.

Excuse me. Are you guys from ladder 62?

Yes. Yeah.

PHIL: Father Phil Bingham. How are you, father?

Holy Redeemer. I wanted to drop by to apologize

for my behavior the other night.

You did a brave thing pulling me and sister Rosemary

and the statue of our holy mother to safety.

And I wasn't very gracious about the chip in Mary's ass.

So for that, I apologize.

You guys are doing God's work.

Every one of you deserves a ticket to his kingdom.

Of course, we don't want to make that any time too soon.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

I have a receipt here for the statue.

I was thinking maybe the department

had a reimbursement policy for property that was damaged.

Maybe you could process that.

If it's only like a couple of hundred bucks,

I'm sure we'd be willing to chip in, right?

What do you need, father?

Jesus Christ. Forty grand? Oh, my God, man.

That's an expensive piece of ass.

Well, she's a virgin.

She's 700 years old.

Father, look, this is the F.D.N.Y.

I mean, it's not American Express.

I understand.

Don't you have fire insurance?

The Catholic Church hardly has a pot to piss in,

after all the bread we spent on lawyers

and silenced those goddamn child molesters.

They put us in the poorhouse,

which is probably where we belong.

Really don't think we can help you out.

We just put out the fires and save the people.

No sweat, fellas. I'm not trying to put my hands

in anybody's pockets.

Unlike those pocket-pool perverts

I was talking about a minute ago.

May God protect you from every danger

and bless your families, especially in your absence.

Fellas, if you ever need anything,

you know where to find me.

MIKE: Oh, thank you, father.

We work the same hours you do.

Uh, father. Quick question.

If you had to say--

Oh, come on.

No, no, no. Wait a minute. I think that the padre

might have an opinion,

and I'd like to know who do you think

has a better shot at being a doctor,

a black man or a Puerto Rican?

Puerto Rican. No question.

But bless you all black guys, Puerto Rican guys,

even you Irish knuckleheads.

Thank you, father. Banner day for my people.

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON PA]

Doctor. Hello, doctor.

Doctor. Doctor.

Morning, doctor. Doctor.

Doctor. Doctor.

Hey, Frank. FRANK: Yeah?

I don't think we're in the right wing.

Nah, nah, nah, dude. We were just here yesterday.

I think, but none of this shit really looks familiar, does it?

Well, I don't know, man.

Maybe we took the wrong elevator up. I don't know.

Think maybe we should ask somebody?

Great thinking. Doctor asking for directions

in a hospital is not gonna raise eyebrows?

Let's just stick together and keep looking.

Yo. Where the hell is Sean?

[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Garrity?

Hi.

Heh, it's Mahoney. Heh.

Pat Mahoney. Oh, my God.

Christ, man. Long time, no see. What are you doing here?

I have cancer.

Right. Right. Yeah. How's that going, by the way?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I thought you were out of the woods.

No, I'm so deep in the woods,

bears are wiping their asses with me.

What's with the getup?

It's nothing. It's-- I'm not supposed to say.

But, Lou, he had a heart attack, and we're busting him out

because we've got this cook-off-- Shit.

Your secret is safe with me.

Really? You promise? I might be dead

by the time I spill the beans. Oh, come on, man.

You're going to be fine.

Hey, you got to bust me out too.

What? I can't stand it here, man.

The pills, chemo. The doctors think they're saving me,

but they're just killing me slower.

I got my own ideas about how to spend my last days,

but they keep telling me I've got to stay in this hell hole.

But now I got a way out.

Oh, hey, yeah. I don't know, man.

I mean, our plan is pretty complex.

[COUGHING]

Holy-- Are you okay? Yeah.

Cancer. You know, it's do you have a baby wipe or something?

No offense. No.

So I'm just going to tell you straight up,

guys in my house want me to get information about your cookout.

Yeah. Same with the guys in my house.

Oh, really? So, uh, how do we handle this?

We ignore it, and we have a good time.

And then you tell me later.

And when are you going to tell me?

It depends on how good of a time you show me.

Heh. All right.

You look really pretty.

[CHUCKLES]

Is something wrong with pretty?

No. It's, um, it's just a nickname

that I had in high school.

Pretty Penny.

I hated the shit out of that nickname.

Well, in some countries, it's a compliment.

Yeah, in my country it's inaccurate.

I don't like pretty things. I like action.

I like getting my hands dirty and sweating, being physical.

That's why I'm a firefighter.

You could have saved yourself some danger

and become a landscaper.

I like the danger too.

Plus, daddy wasn't a landscaper.

He was a firefighter, like yours.

You know about my dad?

Yeah. He's a legend.

I mean, he's the reason why you signed up, isn't he?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

I mean, there were other reasons too,

namely to piss off my mother and my uncle.

Those were pretty big reasons actually,

but, uh, yeah.

No, I mean, the real reason is my dad.

It's a heavy load.

I used to think he didn't like me.

My dad.

Because, um, I never really showed

much interest in the job when he was, you know, around.

Yeah, but look at you now.

I bet he's proud.

Right. Well, he's not proud. He's dead.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

[... It's weird.

I don't really talk about this shit with people.

Ever. Damn,

you must really want info about that cookout.

[CHUCKLES]

Want to get wasted?

Yes. Please.

Hey. What the hell?

Sorry. I got lost.

This place is like a giant goddamn germ-infested maze.

Hey, is that balls-out Mahoney? Hey, Lou.

How you doing? Cancer. You?

Heart attack. Lucky man.

By the way, guys, we're busting him out too.

Don't worry. I'll be as quiet as a--

[COUGHING LOUDLY]

A mouse. I'm guessing.

This could be a problem, guys. No, it only happens when--

[COUGHING LOUDLY]

[MAN WHEEZING LOUDLY]

Anyone got any dynamite or a foghorn they want to blow off?

We're not doing this. The plan's already in place.

It's too complicated. Don't wanna go to work for you.

That's bullshit. He's coming with us.

This isn't part of the plan. Plans are for pussies.

How many times you run into a fire and stick to the plan?

Once, twice, out of ten? Maybe? He's coming, screw your plan.

You settle down. No. We're not leaving him here.

What's the matter with you?

Guy's dying because he spent every day for eight months

cleaning up the shit down at Ground Zero.

You said it yourself.

If this is a war, we're an army.

A guy runs on the battlefield, picks up a fallen comrade,

he's as brave as the hero he's picking up. Am I wrong?

Am I wrong?

We take care of our own. Pat took care of our guys.

We take care of Pat. End of story.

Hmm.

Well, better put your party hat on there, Patty boy.

Looks like you're coming with us.

Put this on. Keep your head down. Take the north exit.

We're gonnatake Lou out the south. Black Shawn, come on.

Ha ha. Doctor, doctor, give me the news, son.

No, no, no, no. Mike, switch your shit with him.

Whoa, whoa. Wait. Wait.

I thought it was racist, making a brother an orderly.

Hey, you've got Down Syndrome. You're lucky you have a job.

Change up. I ain't got Down Syndrome.

Come on, Mike. Hurry up.

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON PA]

What about me?

TOMMY: Let's go. Let's go.

Orderly, please.

Careful, careful. Jesus!

It's going to be to the left here.

Easy, easy. Slow down. Slow down.

If you drive my truck the way you're driving this...

Yeah, bring the truck around to the front

so we can get the hell free.

You're crushing the doctor. Okay, sorry.

Hit the button.

To the right, orderly. To the right.

Hit the button.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Hey. What's happening?

What are you doing?

Get on. Get on.

Shit.

What are you shitiots up to?

We're just checking Lou out a little ahead of schedule.

Is that allowed?

I wouldn't be wearing this uniform if it were,

but it does suit me. Hey, why are we going up?

I hit the ground floor button.

Well, hit it again, Corky.

Yeah, listen. He doesn't really look good enough to go.

He's fine. We need him for the cook-off.

Oh, my God. You are breaking him out of the hospital

for a goddamn cook-off?

Maybe it's not the best idea in the world.

Nothing more important than that cook-off.

Huh. How about your friend's life?

Hmm? What life would that be?

We lose the cook-off, we lose the house.

Without the house and us, Lou is lost in the world.

He could walk into Olive Garden

and use that never-ending pasta bowl like a loaded .45.

It's true.

Sorry, folks. Swine flu.

Highly contagious. Nasty.

[ALL COUGHING]

All right, you jokers.

This is where I cut out.

Listen, Lou-Lou.

Honey. Yes?

Do not let these animals Kill you, right?

Okay, honey pie. Thank you. You look great.

What? What's that you said? I said you look great.

Thank you.

[HORN HONKS]

[LAUGHTER]

Holy shit!

You totally almost got hit by that taxi.

That would have been ironic, huh?

Never mind.

That was amazing.

I haven't laughed that hard since the government sent me

that thank-you letter

instead of helping me pay for my medical bills.

Hey, should we go celebrate?

Why don't the two of us go

and you meet us after you give Flavor Flav his clothes back?

What do you want to do? Hustler club?

[COUGHING LOUDLY]

You all right?

Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh.

Oh. shit.

Uh, maybe we should go back.

Yeah. Come on. Come on, Mike.

[COUGHING CONTINUES]

So you're the doctor in charge?

Um, yes.

As a matter of fact, I am.

See, you wouldn't think that, now, would you, doctor?

Orderly, I'm going to step aside with the doctor.

We're going to have a little doctor-to-doctor.

Watch the body.

Hey, I'm still alive, doc.

Yeah.

Go get the truck, you idiot.

What were we talking about?

Show me your identification, doctor...

Rico. Richards.

Rico Richards. Yeah.

My mother's Puerto Rican, and my father's Jewish,

which explains why I graduated from the top of my class

at Johns Hopkins University,

and the Puerto Rican part...

I think the jig is up. No, not yet.

He's laying down that Latin magic.

And making eye contact. Look at that.

Like a dagger through the heart.

I'll tell you all about it over coffee.

With a face like that, you've got to wonder

why he became a smoke eater. Simple math, Lou.

You take his face, you multiply it by our job,

and you end up with a grand total of Pussy.

Class dismissed.

NEEDLES: Son of a bitch.

Look at this.

If I had that power...

You'd eat it.

I'll see you. Bye.

Coast is clear, gentlemen.

Dr. Richards saves the day.

Thank you, doctor.

Shall we? I believe we're going this way.

The lady's on our side.

There he is. Hey, pal.

Hey. Oh, you're still here.

Yeah, man. Of course.

I figured you'd seen enough of me after last night.

Why don't you lay back, take a load off?

Yeah.

Whoo. This sucks.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

I'm going to die in this room.

I'm going to die in this room, and nobody's gonna give a shit.

No plaques, no parades,

no scholarships in my name.

So, what did I do it for?

[SIGHS]

Why did I put my ass on the line after the fact?

Because that's what we've always done.

That's what we do, right? It's our job.

You know what? Don't worry about anything.

Okay? You're in good hands.

I'm gonna take care of everything.

I wish I could say that's a comforting sentiment.

Yeah. I wish I knew how to back it up. Ha, ha.

Got any ideas?

I'll come up with something. I just...

Hey. Hey. Eat.

Eat, please.

TOMMY: Wow. Yep.

We've got, uh, mini Cuban sandwiches...

Holy shit. Pastrami puffs,

pizza rolls.

Probably the best I've ever cooked.

Okay. What gives? Because usually,

if you're standing in a sea of cheese like this,

you'd be doing an Irish jig. Yeah, I know. I was just,

you know, recently diagnosed

as being, uh, an emotional eater.

Diagnosed? Yes.

By who? My nurse, Hillary.

She's a genius.

But you know what? She hit it right on the head.

I mean, I eat when I'm up. I eat when I'm down.

I eat when I'm melancholy.

I eat when the Mets lose. Uh-huh.

I eat basically during all of my waking hours.

I'm like a shark. For Christ's sakes, I've had, like,

three of each of these things.

I'm thinking of calling ahead to the hospital

and reserving a better room.

I think I should take this shit out of here.

It sounds like you're gonna eat yourself to death.

I think that's kind of the point of being an emotional eater.

You know...

[CHUCKLES]

You're not the only one who, uh,

heh, who died around here lately, pal.

I mean, I think I went out too.

I mean, I'm pretty sure of it. I...

Blackness, I had visions.

Except I didn't really see anything at first.

It was more of a... It was more of a smell.

What did you smell?

Well, I smelled a bakery.

A bakery?

It wasn't toast. It was a real bakery.

And then I just had this feeling.

Uh-huh. I know what you mean.

Waves of-- Dread.

No. Joy.

It was the most incredible joyous feeling.

It's not like winning at the track

or banging a beautiful broad who's out of your league.

It was just the most peaceful...

[SIGHS DEEPLY]

content,

happy...

[CHUCKLES]

...JOY.

It was insane.

Okay.

[CLEARS THROAT]

What did you see?

And then I saw my mother.

And she was a zombie.

No. No, Tom. She was my mother.

She was just the way that I remembered her as a kid.

I was sitting in the old kitchen.

She was on the phone with my aunt Lee,

and she was working the stove,

and I was sitting at the table,

and I was licking cupcake icing.

Cupcake icing? Chocolate.

And she got up to hang up the phone,

and she walked past me, and she just...

She just brushed the back of my head with her hand,

like she used to.

And Tom, I swear to God, I can still feel her hand there.

Okay.

And then, ahem,

there was, like, ahem,

foreboding or darkness or...

No.

The only pain and suffering I felt was having to leave.

But the thought that that's what's waiting for me

and to know that I'm gonna probably go back there,

I mean, I'm kind of looking forward to it.

Bullshit.

Tom, I'm telling you--

You didn't die. You did not die.

You were dreaming.

Well, you believe what you want.

Seriously, you know...

[SCOFFS]

You got icing and a bakery? LOU: Yeah.

This is what you think that, you know,

going to the other side is?

You know, zombies. Okay?

You know, uh, you know, fear.

Uh, burning, you know. That's death.

That's your death.

I'm a little different. Oh, oh.

You're like some kind of goddamn saint.

You get to go to a bakery.

[SCOFFS]

How does that happen?

I just think I'm a better person.

Well, you asked. Do you wanna add up bad shit?

Do you wanna have a bad-shit contest?

All the bad things I've done and the bad things you've done...

Come on.

That's an equal cheat sheet. Not a contest.

Want an example? Yeah.

Okay. Candy.

Candy, a hooker you ripped off

so you could live Jesus Christ!

in this beautiful apartment. Here we go again.

Why don't you just let it drop? I was the victim there.

You know what-- Why is that different?

Because, for Christ's sakes, she went after me.

She got what she deserved, Tom, all right?

She asked for it, and she deserved it. Okay?

Katie, Colleen, Janet, Connor, they didn't deserve it.

They were innocent bystanders.

You're supposed to protect them. Protect and serve.

Oh, for Christ's sakes.

You know, I could drop dead tomorrow.

You could drop dead tomorrow, and what would we get?

A plaque on the wall,

guys go out drinking for a night. Okay?

Two new guys would be in here like that to replace us.

Maybe they'd do a better job, maybe they'd do a worse job.

But they'd replace us. Mm-hm.

There ain't no replacing a father, Tom.

You only get one.

You should start thinking about that, because maybe then

you'd be smelling bakeries for eternity,

just like me.

[SCOFFS]

FATHER PHIL: Hey! Aah!

What are you doing here?

I'm from 62 truck. I was here. I'm a fireman.

We were here for the fire.

What were you doing with the infant of Prague?

I was just touching his.... her.... his dress?

I was just....

What's your name again?

Thomas Gavin.

Thomas Gavin.

Holy Irish. Come on in.

Leave his dress alone.

[CHURCH BELLS RINGING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[SIGHS]

Drink?

Uh, well, I'm on kind of a wine-only diet right now.

Is red okay? We've got plenty of that.

Yeah. All right.

Sorry about the bat.

This arson situation, uh, has us on our toes.

Sister Rosemary sleeps with a knife under her pillow.

So, uh,

they're thinking it might be arson, huh?

So says the marshal.

I'd say, "Who would wanna burn a church?"

But then again, who hasn't wanted to burn a church

every once in a while?

It's so easy for people

to hate the things they don't understand

instead of loving them.

You and I both know

that most people, especially in this country,

are lazy self-obsessed slobs.

They wanna take the easy way out.

[SNIFFS]

Yeah.

You don't strike me as that kind of person.

Thomas Gavin doesn't take the easy way, does he?

Well, to be honest with you, father,

if there was an easy way out,

I'd probably take it in a heartbeat, you know.

No, I don't think so.

And I don't think you came out here tonight

to talk about the fire.

No, I didn't.

Um,

you know, to be honest again, father, um,

I'm not the world's greatest Catholic.

[SIGHS]

But I've had this thing, uh, lately, recently,

this life-altering experience.

Uh, I won't go into all the details,

but I, uh,

I died, and I went, uh,

briefly, I think, to the other side.

And, uh, you know, what I do for a living,

you know, we see a lot of stuff, a lot of...

A lot of bad things, you know.

Hell on earth.

You'd think. But when I...

When I had this experience,

when I went to that other side,

I saw things that make the things I see at work

just seem like a bad day at the beach, I'm telling you.

You think you went to hell.

[, uh, well, either I went to hell,

or I went to the shittiest beach--

I didn't mean to say that. I'm sorry. I didn't...

It doesn't mean shit to me.

Ah. Okay.

So, you know, I went over there, and I saw...

I don't know. So...

So, what now?

Right.

What? You want me to tell you?

Yeah. I thought that--

I thought you might have, uh, some answers.

No, no, nobody can answer that question.

But I thought you guys--

No, nobody but you, anyway.

No, this is what I do know.

That in times of duress like these,

we have to find stability.

We have to solidify our grounding.

Who is one person that's been there with you

through the thick and the thin?

Through my adult life?

Hmm.

Tommy, it's not a hard question.

I'm thinking. I'm thinking. Um.

I'm...

I would have to go with...

...my wife.

You're married. Yes.

Barely. Yeah.

Kids?

Uh, two kids. Two and a half.

By-- We had a kid that died,

and now I inherited my, uh, brother's son

because he di-- My brother died.

Anything there you might salvage, with your kids?

[SIGHS]

That would be some pretty-- A pretty deep dive.

I mean, by...

Especially with my wife.

It's kind of shark-infested waters.

You got a picture?

Um, yeah.

Um, let me see.

Um, these are, uh,

the girls.

Uh.

I don't have a picture of the baby.

And that's, uh, that's my wife.

That's been through the wash a few times.

Yeah.

Wow.

Yeah.

When's the last time you took a good look at this picture?

I just looked at it when I was giving it to you.

Well, take another look.

No, Tommy, I really want you to take a good look at it.

Really look at it.

I'm looking at it. It's been a long time since I've

known the company of a woman, other than Sister Rosemary.

But I can tell looking at that picture,

that is a woman you don't let slip away.

That is a woman you tussle for.

So maybe...

Maybe that's "what now?"

Can I keep this?

That's the only copy I have

of that particular photograph,

so I kind of... I need it, you know.

You sure?

Yeah. That's it.

[SIGHS]

Thanks.

[GRUNTS]

Thank you very much. It was...

24/7. Always open.

Thank you, Franco. Yeah, no problem.

Of course, the moment that I need Tommy,

he goes off the radar,

and here you are, taking care of business.

Yeah. Well, that's his MO, right, heh?

Yeah.

Where would I be without you?

From the looks of things, probably washing your dishes

in the bathtub.

Speaking of, I'm very dirty.

I'm gonna do a quick change. Okay?

Yeah, sure. Take your time.

Hey. How's Lou doing?

Oh, he's, uh, he's all right, I guess.

He could probably stand to exercise a little bit more.

A little less food, you know, heh.

That's no secret.

Yeah, heh.

You know, he could eat better.

Maybe take fewer naps or something.

Yeah. I really should have visited him in the hospital.

[FRANCO CHUCKLES]

Yeah. Well, you know, I'm sure he forgives you.

[PIPES RATTLE]

Oh, goddamn! Shit!

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah, I cut myself.

God, you're bleeding. Damn it.

Here. Yeah, it's not that bad.

It's like a nick, you know. Does that hurt?

Yeah, a little bit. Heh.

I'm all right.

Sorry.

[SIGHS]

Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ.

I-- Janet, I am so sorry.

I am so sorry. That was so far out of line.

I don't even...

It's like some kind of weird sickness with me.

I mean, Jesus Christ. You're Tommy's wife.

You know, he's my friend. I don't even know what...

I'm sorry.

No, there's nothing to be sorry about.

Yeah, you know what? There is. Okay?

Because that was low, even for me.

I've gone to depths that would kill most men.

Seriously, stop beating yourself up.

Okay? It's-- Look, nothing happened.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess, you know...

[SCOFFS]

It's not like I threw you up on the counter or something.

[SCOFFS]

It's not like Tommy and I are even officially together.

Okay? So don't...

You know, I'm not saying that...

Right. Yeah. I mean...

[SCOFFS]

Of course not.

FRANCO: So, I mean... Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Oh, you know, just, uh, you, uh,

you have a busted--

A clogged pipe, you know, drain.

Yeah. And so I called him to fix it.

She tried to call you, but, you know...

JANET: Well, he was close by.

So he came. FRANCO: Yeah.

And I didn't want you to get your floor,

you know, wet or ruined.

And then he cut himself.

You all right?

Yeah. Oh, yeah. I'm good.

You know, it's-- It's nothing, you know.

I think, you know, you might have a little,

like, rust under there.

Hmm.

JANET: How was your day?

It was good.

Good. Good.

What?

You two have got to be shitting me.

[SCOFFS]

Tom, what are you...?

TOMMY: Oh, no.

T.

Tommy.

Unbelievable.

FRANCO: You got the wrong idea, man.

[MARK LANEGAN AND ISOBEL CAMPBELL'S "COME ON OVER (TURN ME ON)" PLAYING]

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

♪ Like a thief ♪

♪ Crawling through the night ♪

♪ Like a drunk ♪

♪ Brawling in a fight ♪

♪ How should I know what is Right from wrong? ♪

♪ Come on over Turn me ond

♪ Tell me, baby ♪

♪ Tell me pretty lies ♪

♪ See the spider ♪

[EXHALES]

♪ Been out catching flies ♪

♪ When you leave me I know it ♪

♪ Won't be long before you ♪

♪ Come on over Turn me ond

♪ Is it any wonder? ♪

♪ Is it any wonder? ♪

♪ I lay awake all night ♪

♪ Is it any wonder? ♪

♪ Oh, it's Sunday soon ♪

♪ And I see the light ♪

♪ Like a blind man ♪

♪ Driving at the wheel

♪ Like a hound dog ♪

♪ Scratching out a meal ♪

♪ You and I both know ♪

♪ Where you belong

♪ Come on over Turn me ond

♪ Is it any wonder? ♪

♪ Is it any wonder? ♪

♪ I lay awake all night ♪

♪ Is it any wonder? ♪

♪ Oh, it's Sunday soon ♪

♪ And I see the light ♪

[♪♪]