Show: Rescue Me - 7x3
Previously on "Rescue Me"...
Hey, man.
Come on, you don't hear everybody yelling for ya?
We're all on the rig waiting.
I ain't going.
You know some way around taking the annual physical?
If I take the medical, they'll pull me off duty.
Get on the rig.
Ok.
We'll figure something out on the way downtown.
125/80.
That's a major improvement over last year, lt.
Shea.
You're doing very well, lt.
Shea.
Just a few more questions, lieutenant.
Oh, I'm not a lieutenant.
I mean, yes, I'm a lieutenant.
What the hell are you doing locking me out of this building?
This isn't the medical building.
Uh, I just came out of here.
What the hell is going on?
Will you marry me?
Yes.
What's going on?
Um, I got cancer.
Is it serious?
It's cancer.
Pam kepler.
Nice to meet you.
This is the news chick.
For what?
The Jimmy thing.
What Jimmy thing?
The news piece they're doing on Jimmy.
Relax.
It's ok.
This is a good thing.
Who's idea was this?
It was cleared by HQ.
They got official papers and everything, all right.
Oh, really?
Signed by who?
Sheila.
Yeah.
I'll do the interview-- when hell freezes over.
Ok?
You just call back whoever it is you have to call back and you tell 'em, "Tommy Gavin..."
What should I wear?
Yeah.
Sync & corrected by honeybunny www.addic7ed.com āŖ On another day, c'mon, c'mon, with these ropes I tied, can we do no wrong?
Now we grieve, 'cause now is gone, things were good when we were young, with my teeth locked down, I can see the blood, of a thousand men who have come and gone, now we grieve, 'cause now is gone, things were good when we were young, is it safe to say?
C'mon, c'mon, was it right to leave?
C'mon, c'mon, will I ever learn?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon āŖ Dinner of champions, huh, Lou?
Hey, do me a favor.
Hand me the cinnamon, will you?
Come on, it's right behind ya.
Seriously?
Yeah, seriously.
It's cheaper this way.
You better pass some of those savings on to Sheila.
What'd you say?
Nothing.
I'm just talking to myself.
Well, why don't you talk louder.
It's nothing, Lou.
Forget it.
I said, maybe you should talk louder.
All right, I just--I don't know man.
I really don't think you should be eating that shit after, you know, what happened.
What happened?
What happened?
Come on, man, are you kidding me?
I mean, we all just put our collective ass on the line so you could waltz through your physical without breaking a sweat.
So, I'm sorry.
But coming in here watching you stuffing your face with a donut--correction, donuts-- is just like, I don't know, you're rubbing our faces in it.
Well, you know, Frankie, as much as I appreciate what you and the boys did for me, it's kind of par for the course, stepping up for a brother in need.
Kinda of like what we did for you when those guys came over here looking to kick your ass after you spouted your little conspiracy theories.
All right, first of all, Lou, those aren't my theories.
I think you know that.
Second of all, I haven't really been spouting them lately in case you haven't noticed.
Ok.
I owned up to my shit.
I'm just saying you should do the same.
What's going on?
What y'all talking about?
The thing.
Which thing?
The Lou thing.
Oh, wow.
Right in front of him?
Yeah.
Hey.
What's going on?
I'm about to give the boys here another re-education in the chain of command.
Respecting the shirt.
Oh, we respect the shirt, Lou--as long as it fits.
Whoa.
Back off.
We're not going to back off, Tom.
We've been backing off for months, man.
He needs to hear this.
He needs to hear it.
Oh, look who finally took the pacifier out of his mouth to form words.
What?
Did your balls drop last night, kid?
We love you, Lou.
All right.
I mean, we love having you around.
Shits and giggles.
I mean, when you cook we eat like kings.
But-- But you ain't pulling your weight in the shit.
Ok.
Now you're out of line.
Ok.
Oh my God.
Tommy Gavin's going to lecture us on taking orders?
Jesus.
What a joke.
Well, maybe I'll just come over on the other side of the table and beat the shit out of ya.
How would that do?
That's the Tommy Gavin we know.
Punch somebody in the face, it solves everything.
Ok!
We got a problem here?
Yeah.
Lou.
Ok.
You got a problem with Lou, you talk to me.
And I will talk to Lou.
Ok.
Since when did this become the marine corps and shit?
I mean, we're not allowed to question authority or something?
I mean, aren't we all friends here?
Family?
I mean, you guys ain't doing nothing about it.
So-- Franco, shut your mouth.
You're going to eat your way right out that door, Lou.
Probably feet first.
Real talk.
I just pray it happens before another one of us ends up in a chair.
Hey, whoa!
That is your lieutenant you are speaking to.
I don't have to explain myself to you, Franco.
I taught you this goddamn job.
I taught all of you how to stay alive.
I earned my rank.
You gotta keep earning it.
There.
Ok, Franco?
You happy now?
It's a start.
Good.
Clean it up, Franco.
Don't take it there, Lou.
I'm your friend.
Not your bitch.
Pick it up.
Are you two seriously on board with this?
I mean, really?
Your supposed friend here, you're just going to back him up in his gluttony?
Chain of command, Franco.
We lose that, what do you think we got left?
A dirty floor, I guess.
Pick it up, Rivera, now.
Thanks for the backup, guys.
I appreciate that.
I guess I'll got get a broom, sir.
You do that.
I'm going to get more donuts.
All right.
Sid.
Hey, Sid.
What are you, just taking in the air out here?
Just thinking of things.
All right, well you better get inside because we got trouble.
Trouble is all we ever got.
I'm serious.
The junior guys just called out Lou.
For what?
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe the fact that he weighs 600 pounds.
I don't give a shit anymore.
Listen, we got a full-scale mutiny going on in there.
You're just going to stand out here and count cigarette butts?
Sidney, what the hell is going on with you?
None of your goddamn business what's going on with me!
Just leave me alone, huh!
All of ya!
Hey, chief-- Hello.
Hey.
How you doing?
Hey.
Listen, I'm leaving work right now.
You need anything?
No, I don't think so.
I just put Wyatt down.
He's been fighting sleep for 2 hours now.
Oh, you know what would be a great idea?
Could you not come home for a couple hours or so because if he hears that door and your footsteps, he's going to want to get back up again.
And it's going to take me another couple of hours to get him back down.
Oh, you know what?
I need bananas and yogurt.
So, let me get this straight.
Bananas and yogurt and stay the hell away?
Honey, I know, I'm sorry.
I'm just so exhausted.
All right.
Well, maybe I'll call Colleen.
See if she wants to go to a meeting or something.
Teddy already took her to a couple today.
And now she's out looking at wedding dresses.
Just give her a little space, ok?
I mean, aren't you at work?
Don't you have a hose or a helmet or something you can fix?
Yeah, probably.
I don't say this often.
But I want to tell you how much I love you and-- Hello?
Hon?
That-- Hey, you guys need a hand with anything?
What?
I don't know.
No.
You sure?
All right.
Hey.
What, do you need busy work to do?
Just everybody's--Colleen's taking care of all the kids.
Mm-hmm.
Nobody really needs anything.
The wives too.
You know, nobody talks about the downside about being a mormon.
Every guy wants 2 chicks at the same time until they turn on you.
Next thing you know, you're standing in the kitchen with your dick in one hand and a multiple shopping list in the other.
Don't do anything stupid, ok?
I'm not going to do anything stupid.
I'm talking about this interview you've got coming up.
All right.
Just stick to the story.
Jimmy was a hero.
Jimmy was my cousin.
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.
I got it.
Tommy.
The last thing we need is them poking around your personal life.
Ok?
Ok.
Now you sound like my wives.
Uh-huh.
I ain't a mormon.
I got another project for you.
What?
I need you to talk to Lou.
Get through that thick Irish head of his, Tommy.
I can't take sides.
But what Franco said has a lot of truth in it.
I know.
Ok.
I gotta put you on this, ok?
I'm sorry.
But I've got my hands full with Feinberg right now.
What's a matter with Feinberg?
I don't know yet.
I think he might be Jewish.
Shalom, tatteleh.
What's tatteleh mean?
Look it up.
Kelly, hey, what's up?
Hey, I need you.
What's going on?
You all right?
No I'm not.
Not really.
Can you meet me?
I need someone to talk to.
Where are ya?
Churrascaria in Tribeca.
And can you hurry?
I'm pretty close to the edge.
All right, I'll be there in like 20 minutes.
Christ.
Listen, you want to tell me about the composite again?
Right, grain fibers.
Grain fibers?
What, you getting married in a barn?
No.
We don't have our centerpieces yet.
Oh, centerpieces.
Yeah.
Right.
Uh-huh.
Listen, I'm going to call you back at this number.
Ok.
Thank you.
Ohh.
Damn.
I mean, how much of this wedding shit a brother gotta take before he starts to lose his shit.
It'd be pretty funny though if you think about it.
No, really.
When I lose my shit.
I lose the shit out of my shit.
No.
I mean if you got married in a barn.
You could, like, ride a horse down the aisle.
Train a chicken to be the ring bearer.
And the minister?
Dr.
Doolittle.
You're going to die a lonely man, Shawn.
Yeah.
Black Shawn's right, dude.
You don't joke about wedding plans.
Because if you do it right, the day will be really magical, like full of memories to last a lifetime.
But if you let the process overwhelm you, then you'll go crazy.
And everything you built up will just come crumbling down around you like in that war movie.
Yeah. "
Apocalypse Now"? "
Bride Wars".
Oh, you know, I resent that Mikey, that you would compare my life to that low rent, bullshit-- Ohh.
Colleen.
Hey, babe, what's up?
Oh, my God.
I just found the perfect dress.
Oh, sweet.
It's a poem by Christos with a sweetheart neckline and floral applique.
Mm-hmm.
And it's made of ivory satin!
Mm-hmm.
You should come right now and see it.
You know, I'd love to.
And it's cut on the bias.
So, if you like it, get it.
Great!
It's 4,500.
I'll see you back at the apartment, and we'll celebrate.
Oh!
On second thought, I'm coming down to check it out.
Ok.
We're on Sulley and Madison.
On my way.
And holster that MasterCard until I get there, all right?
And you're with who?
Shit!
4,500 bucks for a dress?!
That shit better be made out of crusted diamonds and platinums and shit.
Yo, Garrity, I need some backup, man.
Dude, so...hot.
I know.
And she wears that tulip bodice like a princess.
I know.
What did you just say?
Yo!
Dress shop.
I can't wait.
Let's do it.
Hey, can I come?
Sure.
Just as long as you don't try shit on.
You know what?
I'm just going to need 10 quick minutes because I gotta take a shit.
I think he's going to rub-- I know what the hell he's going to do.
Come on.
Just one second.
Hey.
Hi.
Tommy, this Ron.
Ron, this is Tommy.
Hey.
Hello.
Ok, Ron.
You have to go.
Remember, I told you I might have this thing later tonight that I wouldn't be able to get out of.
Yes, you mentioned that.
Well, this is my thing.
He's early.
You know, you're just afraid--afraid of what I represent to you.
You're pushing me away because I've asked you to embrace a measured practice of ease and calm.
And that requires becoming intimate with your own feelings of trust-- trusting yourself, trusting-- I've been listening to almost an hour of this shit.
I am pushing you away, Ron, because you're boring me to tears.
You're a fantastic doctor.
You're a sucky date.
Now, just scoot.
She's--she's the kinda girl when-- It's go time when she makes up her, you know.
I just want to tell you in all my years of playing the field, this is the first time I've ever been replaced in the middle of a date.
No, no.
I'm not replacing you.
Nah.
No, it's-- I'm a friend of hers.
More like I'm a pinch-sitter.
You're the baseball player.
No.
Right.
We're still on for my white blood cell count tomorrow?
So, that's the doc?
Yes, the hot doc I was so desperate to have ask me out.
Wow.
So, who's the baseball player?
I don't know.
Eric somebody.
He said he played for one of the New York teams.
Eric.
Not Derek.
Yeah.
Was his last name Jeter?
Yeah, that's it.
He was visiting some sick kids.
He talked to me for what seemed like forever.
You talked to Derek Jeter?
I guess.
I don't know.
I asked Derek Jeter to stop talking to me.
You asked-- you asked Derek Jeter to stop talking to you?
It was just championship this, championship that.
He had a big giant girly ring on.
Baseball, baseball, blah, blah, blah.
Oh, my God.
It never fails.
The cute ones are just dull as milk.
Speaking of which, is that what you're drinking these days?
What are you drinking?
Van Gogh vodka.
Really?
Does it come with a severed ear in the bottom of the bottle?
Ah, you're making me laugh.
Yeah.
That's my job, right?
Is this water?
Yep.
Well, here's to Jeter.
Mm.
So, what was the doc rambling on about?
Oh, meditation, tranquility, inner peace.
Oh, my God.
He thinks I'm still very, very angry and that it's not good for my immune system.
Well, he's got to admit, you have a right to be angry given what's been going on.
Yeah.
And he's right.
I am angry.
I think you need forget this tranquility and peace bullshit.
I think you gotta go with your strengths, you know?
Embrace the anger and pride.
And don't forget the other like wrath, resentment, you know, all that stuff.
I mean, you know?
By the way, I'm an expert in all these particular areas.
So, just so you know.
Let's eat.
And drink.
And, uh, brag.
And curse.
Just remember, I can't do the drinking thing 'cause my sin quotient just goes through the roof.
When I drink I actually start inventing sins.
This place is terrifying.
I'm just expecting Maggie to jump out with a butcher knife.
Well, if it isn't my 2 favorite whores!
No, not you two.
Wow, look at you.
What do you think?
You look expensive.
Mm-hmm.
But don't you think it's a little...
Loose in the waist, I know, yeah.
Ah, the problem.
I did a little dance.
Got them to take it in free of charge.
Oh, which spa did you pick for the gift bags?
Wait, don't say it.
Let me guess--Heaven.
No, the Mandarin.
Uhh...
it was the Heaven.
I knew it.
Oh, God.
Uh, did you hire that chick photographer I told you about?
Of course I did.
I did that.
Because she has some very reasonable rates.
We're fine.
Great.
Great.
Um, there's just one problem though.
What's the, Boo?
There is no spa called Heaven and the photographer's an old queen.
Is that right?
Hey, Mike.
Hey, hey.
You didn't do any of the shit I asked you to do, did you?
Come on, Colleen.
I thought this was something you wanted to do.
It is.
Then why aren't you doing shit?
Maybe because I have nuts.
Not for long.
She's really laying into him, huh?
Yeah, sucks dude.
What are you doing?
What's all this?
I don't know.
I was picking that chick's brain over there and I got, like, inspired I guess.
What chick?
Yowsa.
That chick?
Yeah.
Emily.
She works here.
Oh my God.
She looks like the chick from the bridal magazine that I was reading while I was taking a shit.
Hey, you gonna try and bang her?
Nah, bro.
I'm not in that mode right now.
What are you talking about?
Getting laid mode?
I didn't realize there was a not getting laid mode.
She's single.
How do you know that?
You guys have a little girl chat?
Huh?
I'm kidding.
Come on.
You're my best gay friend.
Dude.
Why don't you go talk to her, dude?
Come on.
No way.
I haven't crossed the goal line in months.
I wouldn't even know what to say.
Well, since she works in a bridal shop, right, so she's obviously sensitive.
Ok.
And she's probably creative, right?
And yeah, she's hot, dude.
But that doesn't make her any different than anybody else.
You just go over and you tell her that you're marrying off your friend and take it from there, dude.
Right.
That's a good call.
All right.
Sensitive.
Creative.
Happy.
I'm going in.
You got like a mint or something?
No.
All right.
Hi!
How you doing?
Can I help you with something?
Uh, no actually I'm just, you know, I'm--what do you call it.
Looking around.
Browsing?
Yeah.
I'm browsing.
That's what I'm doing.
I'm browsing.
I just love--I love dress shops.
I'm really--I'm kinda a sensitive guy, you know.
Creative type.
I'm just so happy today because I'm marrying my friend over there.
That's great.
Where are you two going to be doing it?
Connecticut or Vermont?
Uh, no we're going to do it right here in New York.
Bold.
And who will be wearing the dress, you or him?
Well, it's funny-- oh, my God!
I'm so sorry.
That's ok.
That's not how it's supposed to go.
You know what?
If you don't want to participate, then we can just wing it.
Stop it, Colleen.
No.
We can get married in a barn.
No.
No.
Would you just stop being ridiculous.
All right, because I came down-- Hey, hey.
Why don't we all just take a nice breath?
I'm going to speak to this young man for just a minute.
You better step up, shithead.
What are you talking about, man?
Just shut up and listen.
This isn't just about the wedding.
All this planning's got her mind on something productive and off the booze.
She loses focus, she'll be back on that bottle quicker than you can say interracial annulment.
Now, get it together!
Hey, Col.
Look what I found.
Oh, my God.
Is that an a Upsala?
Yes.
With a double lace overlay and spaghetti straps.
Where'd you find it?
It was tucked away behind a Kenneth Pool.
And it's only 750 because it was the last one in the store.
Oh, my God.
Yeah.
And you know I thought it would go great with this double tier veil and these heels.
Oh, my God.
Michael, you're like some kind of wedding savant.
Like a gay Rainman.
Yeah.
Instead of counting cards he counts cocks.
Hey, Mike.
I got her digits.
Way to go.
Dude, exactly like you said it.
Talk to her like she was a real person and it worked.
What'd you say?
I have no idea.
But I'm pretty sure she thinks we're queer.
She's not alone.
Hey, you know what?
Foot's in the door.
That's all that matters boys.
Michael, I love all this stuff.
Yeah, I guess I got like a knack for it, right?
Yeah.
Um, would you maybe want to help us plan the rest of the wedding?
Uh, yeah.
I'd be honored.
That'd be amazing.
Actually, you know, I was thinking, and you know, I don't want to tell anybody what to do or anything, but maybe we could just, like, take this stuff and just use it for inspiration.
And we can design your dress together.
Oh, my God.
Yes, let's do it.
Yeah!
Let's do it.
Cool!
Oh, my gosh.
And Uncle Teddy, I've been thinking and I want you to be the one who walks me down the aisle.
You serious?
Of course I am.
Don't you think your dad'll be disappointed?
Don't you think he'll blow it?
Well, some guys watch football.
Others design dresses.
Who are we to judge?
Fag.
Sorry, I came up so short in the sin department.
One van Gogh vodka and half a steak.
Not very evil.
I thought I had more gas in the tank.
I wouldn't worry about it.
I think we made up for our lack of gluttony and sloth with our pure, unadulterated scorn for the rest of people in the restaurant.
Not to mention the lying.
Hmm?
You kept on saying what a good time you were having.
I was having fun.
I was having a blast.
Yeah.
But there was something underneath it.
You weren't your usual-- Do you want some water?
Sure.
Um, I'm finished with my treatment.
And they do some scans to find out if you're free and clear.
And I'm waiting for the results.
If they are not good, I have to start the chemo all over again, which would suck ass.
But you know what?
I get to pick out a whole brand new set of tits, which is kind of exciting.
And I think I'm going to go bigger, which is weird 'cause I never really wanted big tits.
And I'm not talking like Pam Anderson--2 midgets just moved into my chest big.
Just a little bit-- just a little bit bigger than my original ones.
And you know what?
It's funny because I'm completely obsessed with other women's tits like I can't stop staring at them.
Like everybody--the doctors, the nurses.
People walking down the street keep busting me, you know, checking out their rack.
And then one time I was in this plastic surgeon's office and this chick actually showed me her tits.
Because she thought his work was really good.
And she wanted me to see, which she was right.
And so probably I am going to go with him.
Do you believe in God?
Uh...
sorry, I'm still kinda...stuck on the chick showing you the tits.
Um...
I don't know if I can answer that question.
Well, it's pretty simple really.
Yes or no.
It's too complicated.
Yeah, I get it.
I mean, when I was a kid, I went to catholic school.
It was very simple.
God is good.
Satan is evil.
You obey the 10 commandments, you go to heaven.
And then when I was pregnant, I started to have a little more faith, you know, just in the world, in something you know, bigger than me.
And I even started going back to church.
And I started picturing my daughter walking down the aisle in her white dress, making her first communion.
But you know how that story ends.
So...
But you know when she died I did talk to the priest.
I asked him, you know, why she was taken.
And he said, he said it was a mystery.
Like it was some big magic show, you know.
But at least I don't have to worry about leaving her behind on her own.
I mean, that must bug you, right?
What would happen to your kids.
Don't you think about death all the time in your job?
No, not really.
I mean, you can't....
You can't really think about that.
You run in.
You run out.
Run back in.
You kinda have to do it hardcore.
Balls to the wall.
You can't really think about death or God or any of that shit.
Maybe it's easier then--not having a belief in some great beyond.
You know, maybe it all just fades to black.
I actually--I kinda of...
I kinda believe in something.
Like heaven?
No.
Not heaven.
Um, obviously I've had a lot of death.
My son and my cousin and all the guys I knew on 9/11.
Um, and they-- I-- they-- I've kinda heard from these guys.
How?
Ok.
It's a little hard to explain.
They...kind of appear.
Now, some of this happened while I was drinking.
But you know, I definitely-- there's no question that they were, you know, they were here.
You know, it happened a lot.
And it happened enough that sometimes there was something soothing about it.
And I just sort of liked the idea they were maybe in this-- I don't know--like limbo.
They cancelled limbo and purgatory and sex with little boys--all the fun stuff.
I gotta smoke some weed and hit the hay.
Oh.
Ok.
So, do you feel better?
Oh, yeah.
After you leave, I'm going to drink a half a bottle of van Gogh's vodka and wait for the ghost of my daughter to show up.
Oh, and if I die first, I promise to come back and haunt you if you ever start drinking again.
That'd be a great reason to pick up.
Nobody's dying anytime soon.
All right?
All right.
See you later.
Looking for these?
How'd you know?
Ha ha.
How'd I know?
First I noticed chocolate frosting on the pot handles.
Then sprinkles.
And then crumbs.
I mean, how could you, Lou.
After what Franco had to say?
After it took 5 guys for you to pass your physical.
Stress makes me want cupcakes.
Ok.
How about another heart attack--what would that?
Muffins.
Really?
And death?
Donuts.
Look, my mom bought donuts after anybody in the family died, all right?
You gotta problem with that, talk to her.
I mean, I gotta--I gotta problem with food.
What do you want me to say?
I want you to say you're going to go on a diet.
I'll go on a diet.
Now, give me my cupcakes.
No.
Look, I heard what Franco had to say, ok?
And...
And...
he was right.
I've been dragging the crew down.
And I feel responsible for this whole Damien thing.
I mean-- It never would have happened unless I screwed up.
And I screwed up because I'm so goddamn out of shape.
And I feel like it's my fault.
All right, listen.
You wanna talk about fault.
Faulty floor, faulty table saw, number 1.
Number 2, you want to point fingers, I mean, I'm the guy who convinced him to become a firefighter in the first place.
I talked him back on the rig.
All right, so that's--that's not what this is about.
I'm not blaming you, ok?
Yeah.
All right?
Is that a mouse?
What?
Jesus, you-- Are you kidding-- Oh, no.
I'm not kidding.
Sit down.
Sit down!
Unbelievable.
Grown man.
I don't even know where to begin with you.
I really don't.
We--could you look at me, please, when I'm talking to you?
I mean, this is--you really-- Eyes.
I can't.
I can't with these right in front of my face.
Come on.
It's like having a plate of tits on the table.
I think to most normal people, if you said, ok, me vs.
you-- we gotta guy who's got a giant eating disorder vs.
a guy that takes way too many chances in fires, which guys is more likely to die first.
Hands down you.
You're 40 pounds overweight.
You're a maniac.
You can't walk up 3 flights of stairs without gasping for breath.
You can sprint up 3 flights of stairs into a burning room with no mask on for the sheer rush of it.
I'm about to ask you to do what might be the biggest favor as my best friend-- No.
You haven't even heard what I was going to ask you-- I'm hungry.
I want you to be the godfather to my new kid.
Yeah.
That got your attention didn't it?
All the other kids are spoken for.
Between Nicky and Teddy and Maggie and Janet's family.
And I just-- I want to make sure with the new kid that if I don't come home from work one night that he or she has a backup dad.
I don't know what to say.
Just say you'll go on a diet, Lou.
If you want do it for yourself, do it for me.
Your best friend.
Do it for me.
Do it for the kid.
Can I have one last cupcake?
Do we have a deal?
I'm going in to take a nap.
When I wake up, if there's a cupcake on the table, I know I have a partner.
If not, I know I don't.
Hyman Roth from "Godfather II"?
Yep.
Jimmy was dedicated.
He was tough, you know.
He was a...
He was a firefighter's firefighter, kinda guy who always had your back.
Like many New York City firefighters, Jimmy Keefe loved his job even more because of where it happened-- in the world's busiest city, in the biggest department in the fire service, in one of F.D.N.Y.'s busiest houses.
You know, I thank God that he ended up in this hisse.
'Cause he was a rock.
He was a real go-to guy.
And a hell of an athlete.
Let me tell you something, when that bell rang, he was the first to go.
On 9/11 Jimmy did what he always did.
He ran in hard and fast fast looking for someone to save.
The only difference that day was, he didn't come out.
He taught me everything I know about being a fireman.
He was good about it too.
He never talked down to a new guy.
You can break a kid's spirit that way.
But whatever, he didn't do that.
I mean, don't get me wrong.
Him and Tommy Gavin, when I first came in the house, they were tough, you know.
I mean, they hold you accountable to all your actions in a burn.
But at the same time, they make sure you know how to do things the right way.
I wouldn't be sitting in this chair talking to you right now if it wasn't for Jimmy Keefe, I'll tell you that.
You know, Jimmy--he saved my life several times over just by what he taught me.
A dedicated family man, Jimmy Keefe spent almost every hour away from the firehouse with his wife and child.
Every spare minute he had he was at home.
I knew how much he loved the job.
Every firefighter's wife knows that.
Or at least they should.
He was so present and involved with the baby and Damien's schoolwork and little league, pee-wee hockey.
I just never had to wonder where he was.
He was either with us or at work.
Those are the only 2 places he ever was.
He loved her.
He loved that kid.
He loved the job.
End of story.
So, you can see what we're after here.
This is just a taste, of course.
We're still missing a lot of footage.
And this is just a rough cut.
But this is the fabric of the piece.
Camera's up.
Whenever you're ready.
Ok.
Look, don't be nervous.
I'm not nervous.
Let me see your hair.
What?
Don't get nervous when the lights get turned on.
Yeah.
What do you mean?
Well, some people freak out when the lights get turned on.
They get all jittery.
What?
Look, he's the guy.
I'm not.
I don't know about that.
I mean, I got a little jittery myself when I did my interview.
You did?
A little bit.
Yeah, I did.
Yeah.
I got those jangles.
You got jangles?
What the hell is a jangle?
It's like a twitch.
It goes away.
Oh, don't get that, The jitters or the jangles?
Because-- All right, I'm going.
How do I look?
You look great.
Do this.
Do this.
You're good.
Don't sweat.
Right here?
You good?
Yep.
Ok.
Rolling.
You and Jimmy Keefe.
You were cousins, best friends, brothers in the brotherhood.
Yeah.
You went through the academy together.
You got assigned to this house together.
You arrived down at the World Trade Center together on that fateful morning.
Yes.
You went in together.
Yeah.
We all know what happened that day.
How it began.
How it progressed.
How it ended.
Jimmy became a hero.
343 men became heroes, some of whom had their flaws.
What would you change if we could go back in time, what would you change that morning?
What would have been a happy ending that day?
There are no happy endings.
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Hey, man.
Come on, you don't hear everybody yelling for ya?
We're all on the rig waiting.
I ain't going.
You know some way around taking the annual physical?
If I take the medical, they'll pull me off duty.
Get on the rig.
Ok.
We'll figure something out on the way downtown.
125/80.
That's a major improvement over last year, lt.
Shea.
You're doing very well, lt.
Shea.
Just a few more questions, lieutenant.
Oh, I'm not a lieutenant.
I mean, yes, I'm a lieutenant.
What the hell are you doing locking me out of this building?
This isn't the medical building.
Uh, I just came out of here.
What the hell is going on?
Will you marry me?
Yes.
What's going on?
Um, I got cancer.
Is it serious?
It's cancer.
Pam kepler.
Nice to meet you.
This is the news chick.
For what?
The Jimmy thing.
What Jimmy thing?
The news piece they're doing on Jimmy.
Relax.
It's ok.
This is a good thing.
Who's idea was this?
It was cleared by HQ.
They got official papers and everything, all right.
Oh, really?
Signed by who?
Sheila.
Yeah.
I'll do the interview-- when hell freezes over.
Ok?
You just call back whoever it is you have to call back and you tell 'em, "Tommy Gavin..."
What should I wear?
Yeah.
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Now we grieve, 'cause now is gone, things were good when we were young, with my teeth locked down, I can see the blood, of a thousand men who have come and gone, now we grieve, 'cause now is gone, things were good when we were young, is it safe to say?
C'mon, c'mon, was it right to leave?
C'mon, c'mon, will I ever learn?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon āŖ Dinner of champions, huh, Lou?
Hey, do me a favor.
Hand me the cinnamon, will you?
Come on, it's right behind ya.
Seriously?
Yeah, seriously.
It's cheaper this way.
You better pass some of those savings on to Sheila.
What'd you say?
Nothing.
I'm just talking to myself.
Well, why don't you talk louder.
It's nothing, Lou.
Forget it.
I said, maybe you should talk louder.
All right, I just--I don't know man.
I really don't think you should be eating that shit after, you know, what happened.
What happened?
What happened?
Come on, man, are you kidding me?
I mean, we all just put our collective ass on the line so you could waltz through your physical without breaking a sweat.
So, I'm sorry.
But coming in here watching you stuffing your face with a donut--correction, donuts-- is just like, I don't know, you're rubbing our faces in it.
Well, you know, Frankie, as much as I appreciate what you and the boys did for me, it's kind of par for the course, stepping up for a brother in need.
Kinda of like what we did for you when those guys came over here looking to kick your ass after you spouted your little conspiracy theories.
All right, first of all, Lou, those aren't my theories.
I think you know that.
Second of all, I haven't really been spouting them lately in case you haven't noticed.
Ok.
I owned up to my shit.
I'm just saying you should do the same.
What's going on?
What y'all talking about?
The thing.
Which thing?
The Lou thing.
Oh, wow.
Right in front of him?
Yeah.
Hey.
What's going on?
I'm about to give the boys here another re-education in the chain of command.
Respecting the shirt.
Oh, we respect the shirt, Lou--as long as it fits.
Whoa.
Back off.
We're not going to back off, Tom.
We've been backing off for months, man.
He needs to hear this.
He needs to hear it.
Oh, look who finally took the pacifier out of his mouth to form words.
What?
Did your balls drop last night, kid?
We love you, Lou.
All right.
I mean, we love having you around.
Shits and giggles.
I mean, when you cook we eat like kings.
But-- But you ain't pulling your weight in the shit.
Ok.
Now you're out of line.
Ok.
Oh my God.
Tommy Gavin's going to lecture us on taking orders?
Jesus.
What a joke.
Well, maybe I'll just come over on the other side of the table and beat the shit out of ya.
How would that do?
That's the Tommy Gavin we know.
Punch somebody in the face, it solves everything.
Ok!
We got a problem here?
Yeah.
Lou.
Ok.
You got a problem with Lou, you talk to me.
And I will talk to Lou.
Ok.
Since when did this become the marine corps and shit?
I mean, we're not allowed to question authority or something?
I mean, aren't we all friends here?
Family?
I mean, you guys ain't doing nothing about it.
So-- Franco, shut your mouth.
You're going to eat your way right out that door, Lou.
Probably feet first.
Real talk.
I just pray it happens before another one of us ends up in a chair.
Hey, whoa!
That is your lieutenant you are speaking to.
I don't have to explain myself to you, Franco.
I taught you this goddamn job.
I taught all of you how to stay alive.
I earned my rank.
You gotta keep earning it.
There.
Ok, Franco?
You happy now?
It's a start.
Good.
Clean it up, Franco.
Don't take it there, Lou.
I'm your friend.
Not your bitch.
Pick it up.
Are you two seriously on board with this?
I mean, really?
Your supposed friend here, you're just going to back him up in his gluttony?
Chain of command, Franco.
We lose that, what do you think we got left?
A dirty floor, I guess.
Pick it up, Rivera, now.
Thanks for the backup, guys.
I appreciate that.
I guess I'll got get a broom, sir.
You do that.
I'm going to get more donuts.
All right.
Sid.
Hey, Sid.
What are you, just taking in the air out here?
Just thinking of things.
All right, well you better get inside because we got trouble.
Trouble is all we ever got.
I'm serious.
The junior guys just called out Lou.
For what?
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe the fact that he weighs 600 pounds.
I don't give a shit anymore.
Listen, we got a full-scale mutiny going on in there.
You're just going to stand out here and count cigarette butts?
Sidney, what the hell is going on with you?
None of your goddamn business what's going on with me!
Just leave me alone, huh!
All of ya!
Hey, chief-- Hello.
Hey.
How you doing?
Hey.
Listen, I'm leaving work right now.
You need anything?
No, I don't think so.
I just put Wyatt down.
He's been fighting sleep for 2 hours now.
Oh, you know what would be a great idea?
Could you not come home for a couple hours or so because if he hears that door and your footsteps, he's going to want to get back up again.
And it's going to take me another couple of hours to get him back down.
Oh, you know what?
I need bananas and yogurt.
So, let me get this straight.
Bananas and yogurt and stay the hell away?
Honey, I know, I'm sorry.
I'm just so exhausted.
All right.
Well, maybe I'll call Colleen.
See if she wants to go to a meeting or something.
Teddy already took her to a couple today.
And now she's out looking at wedding dresses.
Just give her a little space, ok?
I mean, aren't you at work?
Don't you have a hose or a helmet or something you can fix?
Yeah, probably.
I don't say this often.
But I want to tell you how much I love you and-- Hello?
Hon?
That-- Hey, you guys need a hand with anything?
What?
I don't know.
No.
You sure?
All right.
Hey.
What, do you need busy work to do?
Just everybody's--Colleen's taking care of all the kids.
Mm-hmm.
Nobody really needs anything.
The wives too.
You know, nobody talks about the downside about being a mormon.
Every guy wants 2 chicks at the same time until they turn on you.
Next thing you know, you're standing in the kitchen with your dick in one hand and a multiple shopping list in the other.
Don't do anything stupid, ok?
I'm not going to do anything stupid.
I'm talking about this interview you've got coming up.
All right.
Just stick to the story.
Jimmy was a hero.
Jimmy was my cousin.
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.
I got it.
Tommy.
The last thing we need is them poking around your personal life.
Ok?
Ok.
Now you sound like my wives.
Uh-huh.
I ain't a mormon.
I got another project for you.
What?
I need you to talk to Lou.
Get through that thick Irish head of his, Tommy.
I can't take sides.
But what Franco said has a lot of truth in it.
I know.
Ok.
I gotta put you on this, ok?
I'm sorry.
But I've got my hands full with Feinberg right now.
What's a matter with Feinberg?
I don't know yet.
I think he might be Jewish.
Shalom, tatteleh.
What's tatteleh mean?
Look it up.
Kelly, hey, what's up?
Hey, I need you.
What's going on?
You all right?
No I'm not.
Not really.
Can you meet me?
I need someone to talk to.
Where are ya?
Churrascaria in Tribeca.
And can you hurry?
I'm pretty close to the edge.
All right, I'll be there in like 20 minutes.
Christ.
Listen, you want to tell me about the composite again?
Right, grain fibers.
Grain fibers?
What, you getting married in a barn?
No.
We don't have our centerpieces yet.
Oh, centerpieces.
Yeah.
Right.
Uh-huh.
Listen, I'm going to call you back at this number.
Ok.
Thank you.
Ohh.
Damn.
I mean, how much of this wedding shit a brother gotta take before he starts to lose his shit.
It'd be pretty funny though if you think about it.
No, really.
When I lose my shit.
I lose the shit out of my shit.
No.
I mean if you got married in a barn.
You could, like, ride a horse down the aisle.
Train a chicken to be the ring bearer.
And the minister?
Dr.
Doolittle.
You're going to die a lonely man, Shawn.
Yeah.
Black Shawn's right, dude.
You don't joke about wedding plans.
Because if you do it right, the day will be really magical, like full of memories to last a lifetime.
But if you let the process overwhelm you, then you'll go crazy.
And everything you built up will just come crumbling down around you like in that war movie.
Yeah. "
Apocalypse Now"? "
Bride Wars".
Oh, you know, I resent that Mikey, that you would compare my life to that low rent, bullshit-- Ohh.
Colleen.
Hey, babe, what's up?
Oh, my God.
I just found the perfect dress.
Oh, sweet.
It's a poem by Christos with a sweetheart neckline and floral applique.
Mm-hmm.
And it's made of ivory satin!
Mm-hmm.
You should come right now and see it.
You know, I'd love to.
And it's cut on the bias.
So, if you like it, get it.
Great!
It's 4,500.
I'll see you back at the apartment, and we'll celebrate.
Oh!
On second thought, I'm coming down to check it out.
Ok.
We're on Sulley and Madison.
On my way.
And holster that MasterCard until I get there, all right?
And you're with who?
Shit!
4,500 bucks for a dress?!
That shit better be made out of crusted diamonds and platinums and shit.
Yo, Garrity, I need some backup, man.
Dude, so...hot.
I know.
And she wears that tulip bodice like a princess.
I know.
What did you just say?
Yo!
Dress shop.
I can't wait.
Let's do it.
Hey, can I come?
Sure.
Just as long as you don't try shit on.
You know what?
I'm just going to need 10 quick minutes because I gotta take a shit.
I think he's going to rub-- I know what the hell he's going to do.
Come on.
Just one second.
Hey.
Hi.
Tommy, this Ron.
Ron, this is Tommy.
Hey.
Hello.
Ok, Ron.
You have to go.
Remember, I told you I might have this thing later tonight that I wouldn't be able to get out of.
Yes, you mentioned that.
Well, this is my thing.
He's early.
You know, you're just afraid--afraid of what I represent to you.
You're pushing me away because I've asked you to embrace a measured practice of ease and calm.
And that requires becoming intimate with your own feelings of trust-- trusting yourself, trusting-- I've been listening to almost an hour of this shit.
I am pushing you away, Ron, because you're boring me to tears.
You're a fantastic doctor.
You're a sucky date.
Now, just scoot.
She's--she's the kinda girl when-- It's go time when she makes up her, you know.
I just want to tell you in all my years of playing the field, this is the first time I've ever been replaced in the middle of a date.
No, no.
I'm not replacing you.
Nah.
No, it's-- I'm a friend of hers.
More like I'm a pinch-sitter.
You're the baseball player.
No.
Right.
We're still on for my white blood cell count tomorrow?
So, that's the doc?
Yes, the hot doc I was so desperate to have ask me out.
Wow.
So, who's the baseball player?
I don't know.
Eric somebody.
He said he played for one of the New York teams.
Eric.
Not Derek.
Yeah.
Was his last name Jeter?
Yeah, that's it.
He was visiting some sick kids.
He talked to me for what seemed like forever.
You talked to Derek Jeter?
I guess.
I don't know.
I asked Derek Jeter to stop talking to me.
You asked-- you asked Derek Jeter to stop talking to you?
It was just championship this, championship that.
He had a big giant girly ring on.
Baseball, baseball, blah, blah, blah.
Oh, my God.
It never fails.
The cute ones are just dull as milk.
Speaking of which, is that what you're drinking these days?
What are you drinking?
Van Gogh vodka.
Really?
Does it come with a severed ear in the bottom of the bottle?
Ah, you're making me laugh.
Yeah.
That's my job, right?
Is this water?
Yep.
Well, here's to Jeter.
Mm.
So, what was the doc rambling on about?
Oh, meditation, tranquility, inner peace.
Oh, my God.
He thinks I'm still very, very angry and that it's not good for my immune system.
Well, he's got to admit, you have a right to be angry given what's been going on.
Yeah.
And he's right.
I am angry.
I think you need forget this tranquility and peace bullshit.
I think you gotta go with your strengths, you know?
Embrace the anger and pride.
And don't forget the other like wrath, resentment, you know, all that stuff.
I mean, you know?
By the way, I'm an expert in all these particular areas.
So, just so you know.
Let's eat.
And drink.
And, uh, brag.
And curse.
Just remember, I can't do the drinking thing 'cause my sin quotient just goes through the roof.
When I drink I actually start inventing sins.
This place is terrifying.
I'm just expecting Maggie to jump out with a butcher knife.
Well, if it isn't my 2 favorite whores!
No, not you two.
Wow, look at you.
What do you think?
You look expensive.
Mm-hmm.
But don't you think it's a little...
Loose in the waist, I know, yeah.
Ah, the problem.
I did a little dance.
Got them to take it in free of charge.
Oh, which spa did you pick for the gift bags?
Wait, don't say it.
Let me guess--Heaven.
No, the Mandarin.
Uhh...
it was the Heaven.
I knew it.
Oh, God.
Uh, did you hire that chick photographer I told you about?
Of course I did.
I did that.
Because she has some very reasonable rates.
We're fine.
Great.
Great.
Um, there's just one problem though.
What's the, Boo?
There is no spa called Heaven and the photographer's an old queen.
Is that right?
Hey, Mike.
Hey, hey.
You didn't do any of the shit I asked you to do, did you?
Come on, Colleen.
I thought this was something you wanted to do.
It is.
Then why aren't you doing shit?
Maybe because I have nuts.
Not for long.
She's really laying into him, huh?
Yeah, sucks dude.
What are you doing?
What's all this?
I don't know.
I was picking that chick's brain over there and I got, like, inspired I guess.
What chick?
Yowsa.
That chick?
Yeah.
Emily.
She works here.
Oh my God.
She looks like the chick from the bridal magazine that I was reading while I was taking a shit.
Hey, you gonna try and bang her?
Nah, bro.
I'm not in that mode right now.
What are you talking about?
Getting laid mode?
I didn't realize there was a not getting laid mode.
She's single.
How do you know that?
You guys have a little girl chat?
Huh?
I'm kidding.
Come on.
You're my best gay friend.
Dude.
Why don't you go talk to her, dude?
Come on.
No way.
I haven't crossed the goal line in months.
I wouldn't even know what to say.
Well, since she works in a bridal shop, right, so she's obviously sensitive.
Ok.
And she's probably creative, right?
And yeah, she's hot, dude.
But that doesn't make her any different than anybody else.
You just go over and you tell her that you're marrying off your friend and take it from there, dude.
Right.
That's a good call.
All right.
Sensitive.
Creative.
Happy.
I'm going in.
You got like a mint or something?
No.
All right.
Hi!
How you doing?
Can I help you with something?
Uh, no actually I'm just, you know, I'm--what do you call it.
Looking around.
Browsing?
Yeah.
I'm browsing.
That's what I'm doing.
I'm browsing.
I just love--I love dress shops.
I'm really--I'm kinda a sensitive guy, you know.
Creative type.
I'm just so happy today because I'm marrying my friend over there.
That's great.
Where are you two going to be doing it?
Connecticut or Vermont?
Uh, no we're going to do it right here in New York.
Bold.
And who will be wearing the dress, you or him?
Well, it's funny-- oh, my God!
I'm so sorry.
That's ok.
That's not how it's supposed to go.
You know what?
If you don't want to participate, then we can just wing it.
Stop it, Colleen.
No.
We can get married in a barn.
No.
No.
Would you just stop being ridiculous.
All right, because I came down-- Hey, hey.
Why don't we all just take a nice breath?
I'm going to speak to this young man for just a minute.
You better step up, shithead.
What are you talking about, man?
Just shut up and listen.
This isn't just about the wedding.
All this planning's got her mind on something productive and off the booze.
She loses focus, she'll be back on that bottle quicker than you can say interracial annulment.
Now, get it together!
Hey, Col.
Look what I found.
Oh, my God.
Is that an a Upsala?
Yes.
With a double lace overlay and spaghetti straps.
Where'd you find it?
It was tucked away behind a Kenneth Pool.
And it's only 750 because it was the last one in the store.
Oh, my God.
Yeah.
And you know I thought it would go great with this double tier veil and these heels.
Oh, my God.
Michael, you're like some kind of wedding savant.
Like a gay Rainman.
Yeah.
Instead of counting cards he counts cocks.
Hey, Mike.
I got her digits.
Way to go.
Dude, exactly like you said it.
Talk to her like she was a real person and it worked.
What'd you say?
I have no idea.
But I'm pretty sure she thinks we're queer.
She's not alone.
Hey, you know what?
Foot's in the door.
That's all that matters boys.
Michael, I love all this stuff.
Yeah, I guess I got like a knack for it, right?
Yeah.
Um, would you maybe want to help us plan the rest of the wedding?
Uh, yeah.
I'd be honored.
That'd be amazing.
Actually, you know, I was thinking, and you know, I don't want to tell anybody what to do or anything, but maybe we could just, like, take this stuff and just use it for inspiration.
And we can design your dress together.
Oh, my God.
Yes, let's do it.
Yeah!
Let's do it.
Cool!
Oh, my gosh.
And Uncle Teddy, I've been thinking and I want you to be the one who walks me down the aisle.
You serious?
Of course I am.
Don't you think your dad'll be disappointed?
Don't you think he'll blow it?
Well, some guys watch football.
Others design dresses.
Who are we to judge?
Fag.
Sorry, I came up so short in the sin department.
One van Gogh vodka and half a steak.
Not very evil.
I thought I had more gas in the tank.
I wouldn't worry about it.
I think we made up for our lack of gluttony and sloth with our pure, unadulterated scorn for the rest of people in the restaurant.
Not to mention the lying.
Hmm?
You kept on saying what a good time you were having.
I was having fun.
I was having a blast.
Yeah.
But there was something underneath it.
You weren't your usual-- Do you want some water?
Sure.
Um, I'm finished with my treatment.
And they do some scans to find out if you're free and clear.
And I'm waiting for the results.
If they are not good, I have to start the chemo all over again, which would suck ass.
But you know what?
I get to pick out a whole brand new set of tits, which is kind of exciting.
And I think I'm going to go bigger, which is weird 'cause I never really wanted big tits.
And I'm not talking like Pam Anderson--2 midgets just moved into my chest big.
Just a little bit-- just a little bit bigger than my original ones.
And you know what?
It's funny because I'm completely obsessed with other women's tits like I can't stop staring at them.
Like everybody--the doctors, the nurses.
People walking down the street keep busting me, you know, checking out their rack.
And then one time I was in this plastic surgeon's office and this chick actually showed me her tits.
Because she thought his work was really good.
And she wanted me to see, which she was right.
And so probably I am going to go with him.
Do you believe in God?
Uh...
sorry, I'm still kinda...stuck on the chick showing you the tits.
Um...
I don't know if I can answer that question.
Well, it's pretty simple really.
Yes or no.
It's too complicated.
Yeah, I get it.
I mean, when I was a kid, I went to catholic school.
It was very simple.
God is good.
Satan is evil.
You obey the 10 commandments, you go to heaven.
And then when I was pregnant, I started to have a little more faith, you know, just in the world, in something you know, bigger than me.
And I even started going back to church.
And I started picturing my daughter walking down the aisle in her white dress, making her first communion.
But you know how that story ends.
So...
But you know when she died I did talk to the priest.
I asked him, you know, why she was taken.
And he said, he said it was a mystery.
Like it was some big magic show, you know.
But at least I don't have to worry about leaving her behind on her own.
I mean, that must bug you, right?
What would happen to your kids.
Don't you think about death all the time in your job?
No, not really.
I mean, you can't....
You can't really think about that.
You run in.
You run out.
Run back in.
You kinda have to do it hardcore.
Balls to the wall.
You can't really think about death or God or any of that shit.
Maybe it's easier then--not having a belief in some great beyond.
You know, maybe it all just fades to black.
I actually--I kinda of...
I kinda believe in something.
Like heaven?
No.
Not heaven.
Um, obviously I've had a lot of death.
My son and my cousin and all the guys I knew on 9/11.
Um, and they-- I-- they-- I've kinda heard from these guys.
How?
Ok.
It's a little hard to explain.
They...kind of appear.
Now, some of this happened while I was drinking.
But you know, I definitely-- there's no question that they were, you know, they were here.
You know, it happened a lot.
And it happened enough that sometimes there was something soothing about it.
And I just sort of liked the idea they were maybe in this-- I don't know--like limbo.
They cancelled limbo and purgatory and sex with little boys--all the fun stuff.
I gotta smoke some weed and hit the hay.
Oh.
Ok.
So, do you feel better?
Oh, yeah.
After you leave, I'm going to drink a half a bottle of van Gogh's vodka and wait for the ghost of my daughter to show up.
Oh, and if I die first, I promise to come back and haunt you if you ever start drinking again.
That'd be a great reason to pick up.
Nobody's dying anytime soon.
All right?
All right.
See you later.
Looking for these?
How'd you know?
Ha ha.
How'd I know?
First I noticed chocolate frosting on the pot handles.
Then sprinkles.
And then crumbs.
I mean, how could you, Lou.
After what Franco had to say?
After it took 5 guys for you to pass your physical.
Stress makes me want cupcakes.
Ok.
How about another heart attack--what would that?
Muffins.
Really?
And death?
Donuts.
Look, my mom bought donuts after anybody in the family died, all right?
You gotta problem with that, talk to her.
I mean, I gotta--I gotta problem with food.
What do you want me to say?
I want you to say you're going to go on a diet.
I'll go on a diet.
Now, give me my cupcakes.
No.
Look, I heard what Franco had to say, ok?
And...
And...
he was right.
I've been dragging the crew down.
And I feel responsible for this whole Damien thing.
I mean-- It never would have happened unless I screwed up.
And I screwed up because I'm so goddamn out of shape.
And I feel like it's my fault.
All right, listen.
You wanna talk about fault.
Faulty floor, faulty table saw, number 1.
Number 2, you want to point fingers, I mean, I'm the guy who convinced him to become a firefighter in the first place.
I talked him back on the rig.
All right, so that's--that's not what this is about.
I'm not blaming you, ok?
Yeah.
All right?
Is that a mouse?
What?
Jesus, you-- Are you kidding-- Oh, no.
I'm not kidding.
Sit down.
Sit down!
Unbelievable.
Grown man.
I don't even know where to begin with you.
I really don't.
We--could you look at me, please, when I'm talking to you?
I mean, this is--you really-- Eyes.
I can't.
I can't with these right in front of my face.
Come on.
It's like having a plate of tits on the table.
I think to most normal people, if you said, ok, me vs.
you-- we gotta guy who's got a giant eating disorder vs.
a guy that takes way too many chances in fires, which guys is more likely to die first.
Hands down you.
You're 40 pounds overweight.
You're a maniac.
You can't walk up 3 flights of stairs without gasping for breath.
You can sprint up 3 flights of stairs into a burning room with no mask on for the sheer rush of it.
I'm about to ask you to do what might be the biggest favor as my best friend-- No.
You haven't even heard what I was going to ask you-- I'm hungry.
I want you to be the godfather to my new kid.
Yeah.
That got your attention didn't it?
All the other kids are spoken for.
Between Nicky and Teddy and Maggie and Janet's family.
And I just-- I want to make sure with the new kid that if I don't come home from work one night that he or she has a backup dad.
I don't know what to say.
Just say you'll go on a diet, Lou.
If you want do it for yourself, do it for me.
Your best friend.
Do it for me.
Do it for the kid.
Can I have one last cupcake?
Do we have a deal?
I'm going in to take a nap.
When I wake up, if there's a cupcake on the table, I know I have a partner.
If not, I know I don't.
Hyman Roth from "Godfather II"?
Yep.
Jimmy was dedicated.
He was tough, you know.
He was a...
He was a firefighter's firefighter, kinda guy who always had your back.
Like many New York City firefighters, Jimmy Keefe loved his job even more because of where it happened-- in the world's busiest city, in the biggest department in the fire service, in one of F.D.N.Y.'s busiest houses.
You know, I thank God that he ended up in this hisse.
'Cause he was a rock.
He was a real go-to guy.
And a hell of an athlete.
Let me tell you something, when that bell rang, he was the first to go.
On 9/11 Jimmy did what he always did.
He ran in hard and fast fast looking for someone to save.
The only difference that day was, he didn't come out.
He taught me everything I know about being a fireman.
He was good about it too.
He never talked down to a new guy.
You can break a kid's spirit that way.
But whatever, he didn't do that.
I mean, don't get me wrong.
Him and Tommy Gavin, when I first came in the house, they were tough, you know.
I mean, they hold you accountable to all your actions in a burn.
But at the same time, they make sure you know how to do things the right way.
I wouldn't be sitting in this chair talking to you right now if it wasn't for Jimmy Keefe, I'll tell you that.
You know, Jimmy--he saved my life several times over just by what he taught me.
A dedicated family man, Jimmy Keefe spent almost every hour away from the firehouse with his wife and child.
Every spare minute he had he was at home.
I knew how much he loved the job.
Every firefighter's wife knows that.
Or at least they should.
He was so present and involved with the baby and Damien's schoolwork and little league, pee-wee hockey.
I just never had to wonder where he was.
He was either with us or at work.
Those are the only 2 places he ever was.
He loved her.
He loved that kid.
He loved the job.
End of story.
So, you can see what we're after here.
This is just a taste, of course.
We're still missing a lot of footage.
And this is just a rough cut.
But this is the fabric of the piece.
Camera's up.
Whenever you're ready.
Ok.
Look, don't be nervous.
I'm not nervous.
Let me see your hair.
What?
Don't get nervous when the lights get turned on.
Yeah.
What do you mean?
Well, some people freak out when the lights get turned on.
They get all jittery.
What?
Look, he's the guy.
I'm not.
I don't know about that.
I mean, I got a little jittery myself when I did my interview.
You did?
A little bit.
Yeah, I did.
Yeah.
I got those jangles.
You got jangles?
What the hell is a jangle?
It's like a twitch.
It goes away.
Oh, don't get that, The jitters or the jangles?
Because-- All right, I'm going.
How do I look?
You look great.
Do this.
Do this.
You're good.
Don't sweat.
Right here?
You good?
Yep.
Ok.
Rolling.
You and Jimmy Keefe.
You were cousins, best friends, brothers in the brotherhood.
Yeah.
You went through the academy together.
You got assigned to this house together.
You arrived down at the World Trade Center together on that fateful morning.
Yes.
You went in together.
Yeah.
We all know what happened that day.
How it began.
How it progressed.
How it ended.
Jimmy became a hero.
343 men became heroes, some of whom had their flaws.
What would you change if we could go back in time, what would you change that morning?
What would have been a happy ending that day?
There are no happy endings.
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