Rescue Me s02e10 Episode Script

Jeannie? Hey, Jeannie! You burnt the toast.
- You tryin' to run me over? -Come on, lady! - Oh shit, Jeannie.
- What the hell are you doin' here? This is a public fare.
You can just go around me! Look, I'm sorry.
You don't have to-- What's the matter with you? I need-- We need milk.
But did you have to go out naked? Did they give you a discount for that? Come on.
Get back inside.
Hey, hey.
Jesus.
Screw you.
I told you I was sorry.
- Can I get my pan back? - Oh, shut up about your goddamn pan, you old whore! Mrs.
Gervin, I'll get it back for you.
I promise you, I'll find it.
- What did she say? - You heard me.
My brother's a married man! - Go throw yourself at somebody else, you slut! - What? I'll get your precious, goddamn pan! Mrs.
Gervin, I'm sorry.
But first, I'll take a shit in it! Oh, Jesus, Jeannie! Oh, my.
Oh.
I-I just wanted my pan.
I never liked her.
Come on inside.
And her cake, it tastes like shit.
You know what she would have said if she suddenly woke up one morning? What? "My ass look fat in this bed?" Hey.
How's it goin' with Janet? - It's goin' okay.
- Good.
- How's it goin' with, uh-- - Like you give a shit.
Debbie.
Her name is Debbie.
And when she licks my tits, she does it nice and slow.
Bye.
Look at what you're missing, Foxy.
Tommy.
Tommy! Hi.
You all right? Yeah.
Yeah? How'd she do? Oh.
She, uh-- She did great.
She fell asleep around 4:00 this morning.
Good.
Hi.
Hi.
You want some breakfast? Sure.
Okay.
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 Honey? Yeah? - Breakfast is ready.
- Cool.
- Did you sleep well? - Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
It was great.
I made your special eggs with cheese.
Oh, thanks, hon.
You're welcome.
Thank you.
So you wouldn't, uh-- What are you doin' today? Well, I still have to pick up a few things for here.
You know, I could use a couple more pans, a bigger skillet.
You wouldn't happen to be goin' by the pharmacy at some point, would you? Why do you ask? Well, I got a prescription I need to get filled, - and I just thought if you were goin' by a drugstore-- - I am, as a matter of fact.
- Today? - Probably.
I have something that needs to be refilled.
Yeah, good.
Good, 'cause you should, you know, definitely get that refilled.
A lot of people forget, you know, and-- then they go in there, and it's not filled up, and, you know, healthwise, it's a good thing.
Just give it to me, and I'll take care of it.
Cool.
What's your, uh, thing for, by the way? - What, my prescription? - Yeah.
Uh, it's, like, a cold, allergy thing.
Eat.
Everything okay? Oh, yeah.
Just another day in paradise.
Your mother almost burnt the house down, and then she felt it necessary to go shoppin' in her skivvies.
Where the hell were you? Packing.
Packin'? You're leavin'? Dad, I told ya.
I gotta get back to Boston.
You can't get any more time? Ah, I called.
My chief's a good guy.
He's not that good.
I used up all my vacation time.
What about sick leave? Dad, I have to go.
My life is there-- my job, Steven.
So that's it-- I mean, you just walk out, just like that? Like it's nothin'? Peter, I can't do this anymore.
I can't handle it anymore.
I can't do anything.
That little girl that I fell in love with 35 years ago is rottin' away on the inside, and I just gotta stand by and watch it happen.
I can't handle it anymore, Pete.
Don't worry.
You can handle anything.
I love you, Pop, and I'll be in touch.
Bud, I had an accident.
Oy.
I-It's all right, sweetie.
I'm sorry.
Okay.
All right.
Okay.
No, no, no.
It's okay.
I didn't mean to.
Didn't want-- Come on.
Let's get you cleaned up.
Come on, sweetie.
Come on.
It's all right.
So the anticipation is killing me.
Uh, what do you mean? For my next poem.
Oh, right.
Yeah, yeah.
Why do you need another one? The first one was so good.
Oh, it really, really was.
Thanks.
But the second one sort of sucked, so now I have this tiny, nagging doubt, you know? I mean, the two poems were so different from each other, I'm startin' to wonder if maybe you just wrote the second one.
Or maybe I wrote 'em both, and the first one took so much out of me, I didn't have anything left for the second one.
You know, I don't really care what happened.
I just wanna know the truth-- which kinda seems to be a chronic problem between us, Franco.
Did you write the poems? They started here.
They went through here.
And they came out here.
Then write me another one.
Why not man? Because, okay, you have to be in a certain frame of mind to write that poetry stuff, okay? I mean, you-- It's-- It's a mood thing.
A mood thing? Yeah.
It's a mood thing.
All right.
You seemed like you were in a good mood the last couple of days.
Well, I'm in a pretty shitty mood right now, okay? You want me to write you some shitty-mood poetry? "Life sucks, blah, blah, blah, by the way, so do your tits.
" Is that what you want? No.
Just, you know, forget about her tits, but maybe you could-- you could write somethin' about her hair, you know? Please.
All right.
All right.
I'll try.
Okay? Hey, that's all I'm askin' man.
All right.
If it could happen by the end of the shift, that'd be great.
Y-You're kiddin' me, right? I mean, you think Carl Sandburg came up with the whole "fog rollin' in under cat's claw" thing under this kind of pressure? - Is that what you think? Huh? - I don't know what you're talkin' about, Tom.
Never mind.
Hey, Tommy.
You bring any of that fancy coffee today-- Don't touch me.
brother? What's wrong with you, huh? What am I, your goddamn maid? Get your own goddamn fancy coffee, asshole.
So how do I go about this? I don't know.
There must be a service or something.
I mean, why don't you look in the phone book? How much you think it'll cost? Probably pretty steep.
It's not gonna be cheap, but you don't need a live-in.
What are you talkin' about? None of your business.
Chief's got a little problem he's tryin' to work out.
Yeah? Maybe I can help.
Yeah, and I can grow a vagina.
You know what? They're doing that, like, somewhere in Asia.
They're actually cloning body parts.
It's called "cloning.
" It's weird huh? You want a vagina? You got one.
Yeah.
So what seems to be the problem? Uh, this is gonna be a waste of time, but, uh, I need a nurse.
Oh yeah? I happen to know somethin' about nurses.
I hired one a couple of months back.
Oh, really? Oh, yeah, for Bald Paul's, uh, bachelor party.
God, it was so funny.
She was really cute too.
She had this slammin' body.
- Garrity, I don't need a stripper.
I need a nurse.
- No, no.
She's-- She's a nurse.
She's, like, the real deal.
She's got a uniform, hat, the whole nine.
If he doesn't shut up, he's gonna need a goddamn nurse.
No, no.
She's a stripper and a nurse, though-- I promise.
She-- She works at a hospital downtown.
Stripper and a nurse? That doesn't do me any good.
I need somebody to keep an eye on my wife durin' the day.
I mean, I can give her a call-- she gave me her number-- and see if she knows anybody.
Maybe she can help.
All right.
Give her a call.
All right.
You got it, huh? - Jesus Christ.
- What's the matter? - I'm goin' to Garrity for help.
- Yeah, but you know, look at it this way: At least things can't get any worse.
Ready? Penny a point.
- Yeah.
- Hey, it's me.
You pickin' me up, or am I meetin' you there? Meeting me where? Yo, Tommy, you'd probably forget your dick if it wasn't scotch-taped to your balls.
The blood drive, Father Murphy's rectory.
Remember? - Ah, shit.
- We told him that we'd both show up, so you gotta come.
- I'll meet you there.
- Might wanna pick up someone else's blood on the way.
- Yours is probably still flammable.
- Yeah, yeah.
Asshole.
How was work today? Slow, actually.
No fires.
We had, uh, two stuck elevators, car accident.
Days like today, you know, I feel a little guilty about takin' the money.
Although they only pay us $4.
50 an hour, so, you know, how guilty can you get? God, Ken, you're so funny.
I really like being with you.
You make me laugh.
Well, some value in that I suppose.
You have no idea.
In my line of work, I meet a lot of men, but never the complete package like you.
Can we not discuss my package on an empty stomach? Shall we peruse the menu? Shit, that's my work ring.
Do you mind? Work is work.
Hey, babe.
Hi.
You free at 10:00? My place.
Bring a friend? Yeah, I can bring a friend along.
Of course.
You sure you can afford us both? Sure, I can.
All right.
Okay, I'll call her now.
See you then, sweetie.
I'm sorry.
I need to make another call.
No problem.
Hello? Naomi, it's me.
Hey, you wanna do a double tonight? You mean that guy? Nice enough guy, great loft down in Tribeca, should be easy.
He just wants to jack off while we go down on each other.
Sorry.
Wrong tube.
I'll text you directions later.
Great.
Okay, bye.
Bye.
Was that terrible? I'm sorry.
Y-You know, I-- I-- I consider myself worldly in an unworldly kind of way, and-- Is there another way for you to make money for school? Whatever happened to waiting tables? - Nothing pays as well, and my pimp wouldn't be too happy.
- Can I talk to him? I'll be honest.
I've talked to him about quitting.
But he says I'm one of his best girls.
There's no way.
We have an arrangement.
- Has he ever hurt you? - No.
No.
F-Bomb is great.
F-Bomb, of course.
F-Bomb.
Listen.
If I was to talk to this F-Bomb, - try to convince him to let you out-- - Kenny-- If I could convince him to let you out, would you quit? - Yeah.
Yeah, I would.
- Then give me a number.
Give me an address.
They're not people you can negotiate with.
He'd kill me, literally.
What about if I was to pay him, kind of like buyin' out your contract? I couldn't.
Ask him.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
You're so sweet.
I'm thinkin' about the meat loaf.
Seriously, Tommy, trust me on that.
One or two cookies usually will do the trick.
I just feel really light-headed.
You don't have any more juice, do you? You almost fainted gettin' off the table, you pussy.
I got up too fast, okay? You should watch your language in front of the house of God.
Back me up on that? - He's right.
- Sorry.
- Yeah, asshole.
- You wanna get some coffee? - I, uh-- I'd love to, but I gotta clean things up here, and, uh, then I gotta get Ricky home.
He seems like a good kid, that Ricky.
He is.
He's a great kid.
Listen.
I gotta run, and thanks for donating, and would you go easy on the cookies? Okay.
Fine.
Thanks.
Huh.
You know, I like that guy, but he's startin' to creep me out just a little bit.
You know, you and Mickey, man-- All you do is judge people.
You know? He's fine.
Hey, you know what? You give that guy a bad nose job, a ranch with some rides on it, and Liz Taylor's home number, you're lookin' at Michael Jackson, my friend.
Okay.
First of all he's our half brother, okay? If he's Michael Jackson, you know what that makes us? What? That makes me Tito, and that makes you Jermaine.
Why do I gotta be Jermaine? 'Cause I'm Tito.
Yo, what's he doin'? Huh? That kid over there-- What's he doin'? You know, I've seen that kid.
He's been here the last couple of times I was here.
Hey, what are you doin'? Hey! Hey, what's up? Oh, shit.
Oh, now he's runnin'.
Slow down.
Tommy, what are you doin'? Hang on.
God.
- Hey, you! Move along! - Watch out for that traffic.
Now, hold on! Get your hands off me, man.
Settle down! Settle down.
I'm a cop.
Settle down.
Settle down.
Come on.
Tommy, what are you doin'? A little light-headed again.
- Who's that? - That's my brother.
He's a pussy.
It's all right.
Take it easy.
Take it easy.
You know this kid? - Like I said, I saw him a couple of times.
- What's wrong, man? - What are you doin'? - None of your business.
I'll take you to Father Murphy.
We'll see whose business it is.
What? He's tellin' you he's gonna take you to see Father Murphy.
You do that.
Yeah, I'd love to see the look on his face.
- What do you mean? - He sees me, he'll-- he'll shit himself all the way up to his collar.
What are you talkin' about? I'm Ricky's older brother.
- Yeah.
- A'ight? And I'm watchin' that shit-face asshole because I know he's-- he's molestin' Ricky the same way he molested me.
He started when I was 13.
Lasted almost three years.
When my mother told me that-- that Ricky was spending a lot of time with Father Murphy, I-- I don't know.
I blame myself.
I should've said somethin'.
Now I don't know what I'm gonna do.
What are you doing? Ah, nothin'.
I was just, um, checkin' to see if your mom had some pills.
- Pills? - What? Pills.
Uh-- No, bills.
I said "bills.
" Like money.
Oh.
Don't be a smart-ass.
Are you takin' a poetry class? English.
The teacher is this weird little gay guy who smells like bacon.
He loves poetry, so we have to learn a new poem every week and recite it like a bunch of dweebs.
He smells like bacon? Yeah.
Um, so this is, like, romantic poetry, right? Yeah, there are tons of them.
They're all stupid though.
You've seen 'em all.
Are there any ones about, like, uh, women's hair? I don't know.
Could you go through, see if you could find a poem that was either specifically about how pretty a girl's hair is or has some parts that is about hair for me, and just write it down-- copy it down for me? - Why? - It's a surprise thing for your mother.
Shh.
-Morning.
- Hey.
Hey.
Hi.
Good morning baby.
What's goin' on? Mom, Dad's makin' me copy a poem.
Oh, God.
Do you know what? It is nice to see you taking an interest in your children's homework.
- I know.
It's not-- Never mind.
My life blows.
Yeah.
Watch your language, please.
Hey, you hungry, babe? I'm gonna have, uh, somethin' to eat with Mick on the way in.
Hey, did you happen to, um, get my prescription filled for me? No.
You forgot to give it to me.
- So y-you didn't go to the drugstore then? - No.
It's no big deal.
Just give it to me, and I'll take care of it.
Yeah, yeah.
I'll just have my doctor call it in, and then - you can pick it up when you go to pick up, uh, your stuff.
- Okay.
- Great.
- Hey, what is it? My thing? Uh, it's-- it's like Advil, only, you know, bigger.
So, why don't you just take, like, a big handful of Advil? You know, it's nothing like Advil.
I don't know why I said that.
It's the same color.
That's why I said that.
That's why.
- All right.
So you'll, um-- you'll-- You won't forget? - No.
Okay.
I love you.
Bye.
Love you.
Bye.
So what do we do? Well, there's not much we can do, Tom.
Come on.
We got a priest who's had two relationships with 13-year-old boys over the course of three, four, five years.
There's gotta be somethin' we can do.
Yeah.
We got your scumbag brother.
Half-brother.
Your half-cousin.
He'll deny every word of it.
Listen.
As much as I would like to nail this bastard and run his ass out of the church straight into Rikers, we don't have anything.
Well, what do you want me to get? Polaroids? Home movies? Here's me in the Grand Canyon.
Here's me down in the Bahamas, and here's me bangin' the 13-year-old.
Maybe the kid's got somethin'.
He didn't mention anything.
Oh, you asked him? I'll ask him.
Physical proof of the relationship-- that's what we need.
Otherwise, we'd have to catch him in the act with his little brother.
Oh, God.
All of a sudden, I'm not hungry.
Yeah.
Likewise.
Well, why not? I've already stuck my little poetic dick out for you once and got it chopped off in the process.
And that was a great, goddamn poem.
You tell your little girlfriend I said so.
She doesn't know shit about free verse.
Lou, look.
You gotta help me out here, okay? I got nowhere else to go.
She's up my ass lookin' for this thing, and I got zip from Tommy.
He left me twistin' in the wind as usual.
Please, Lou? You're the only real poet I know.
Please? Well, you know-- since you asked nice, what kind of thing we lookin' for? Hey, hey.
Here's your poem, man.
Sorry it took so long.
That fresh coffee? Looks kinda old.
Can you make a new, uh, pot? I'll put on a new pot for you.
Great.
I'll be right back.
Oh, Tommy, you rock, man.
This is great.
All right.
Thanks anyway.
Yeah, yeah.
Great.
In the words of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, "Blow me.
" Who leaves a space heater on in the middle of goddamn summer? It's gotta be a broad.
Ninety-five degrees out, they're still feelin' a breeze.
It's an oxygen thing.
They spend so much of their day talking about shoe sales and how their mothers are screwed up-- "Can you believe that shop in Paris didn't let Oprah in?" There's no air left inside.
It creates a vacuum.
The next thing you know, boom.
July in Christmas.
Christmas in July.
Love it.
- Yeah.
- It's Mariel.
Hey, how you doin'? Hey, I-- I got the blood test done.
I'm sorry? The D.
N.
A.
-- It's not the same.
Oh.
Well, yeah.
Listen, Mariel-- So, um, you wanna grab dinner and a couple of drinks tonight? Look, um, Mariel.
I'm, uh-- I'm actually back with my wife.
I mean, it's not, uh-- you know, it's not absolutely perfect, but I'm tryin' to make it work, you know what I mean? - So, can you-- - Gotcha.
Um-- bad timing, I guess.
I hate to put it this way, but, uh, if things kinda go south, give me a buzz.
Bye.
Dr.
Feinberg's office.
Yeah.
Hey, this is, um, Jimmy Keefe callin'-- Sheila Keefe's husband.
Is the-- Is the doc in? Yes.
- Jimmy Keefe is on the phone.
Put him on.
- Doc? - Mr.
Keefe.
I need a prescription for this drug.
It actually was prescribed by an F.
D.
N.
Y.
doc.
I just haven't been able to get down there, pick it up yet from headquarters.
So I was wondering if you could do me for it? Called Selectra.
It's basically harmless.
Should be available over the counter, as far as I'm concerned, and I was just wonderin' if you could-- Hello? - My research has proven to me two things.
- About the drugs? About you.
You are not Jimmy Keefe.
Jimmy Keefe gave his life in the tragedy of 9/11.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Let me explain, all right? Number two-- Yeah? Whoever you are, you need far, far more than Selectra to cure your many deeply seated problems, my friend.
Di-i-ick.
Ah! So what's the deal with this? Well, y-you call up, and you tell 'em what kind of service you want, what kind of hours you need, and they send a bunch of nurses.
I only need one.
I know, but that's, like, the fun of it.
They send over a bunch, and you choose one.
It's likeAmerican Idol, you know, except it's nurses instead of singers, and you don't get to call up and vote to see who wins, and Paula Abdul's not there acting like a freak show.
Actually, it's not likeAmerican Idol, but it's really good.
Just give me the number.
It's back at the house.
I'll get it.
She said, you call today, and they'd send people tonight.
Good.
Hey, Garrity, I-- I never thought I'd actually hear myself saying this, but thanks.
No problem, Chief.
I got it.
This is amazing.
It's-- It's even better than the first one.
Well, what can I say baby? You inspire me.
I-- I-- I can't believe you wrote this.
I know.
No.
No.
I-- I-- I really can't.
I'm suspicious now.
What are you talkin' about, baby? Laura-- Laura, I told you.
They start here.
They go through here-- Yeah, yeah-- Heart-head-mouth thing.
That was amazing the first time.
Now something's just not adding up.
Look.
You said the second poem sucked and you wanted a third-- Yeah.
That was a test that ya failed, Franco.
You know, hugs aren't the answer right now.
So you move in for the kiss if it's not a hug? What's next-- a tit grab? Oh, my God! Laura, I-- I-I was not-- I was not gonna grab your breasts, okay? This poem is yours.
Not me.
Ah, come on, Lou.
You can tell me.
I sure as shit know that Franco didn't write it.
How? Well, I really love the guy, but he's not a poet.
He wrote a shopping list the other day-- three things.
Took him a half an hour, and he spelled "peanut butter" with four "T's.
" There's three of them.
Yeah, but come on.
Anybody can make that mistake-- Okay, he spelled "Coke" with a capital "K.
" Well, point taken.
And I really wanted to believe he was writing this stuff, but now I know it was just you doing him a favor.
Wasn't me.
Well, if it wasn't you, then who was it? Look.
I'm not at liberty to say, but you're within your rights to keep asking.
Sean? The probie? Not Gavin? Tommy Gavin? Hey, I was just callin' to check in-- see how everything's goin'.
Oh, Tommy, that is so sweet.
Hey, how's it going there? Just had one call this morning, an electrical thing.
We knocked it down in 15 minutes.
So, you-- you, uh, runnin' around? Yes, and I'm getting a lot done.
You didn't happen to, uh, get to the, uh, drugstore yet, did you? I'm heading that way.
Did you call in for your prescription? I was just about to call my doctor and call that, uh-- Hang on.
Hang on.
Hang on.
Hang on.
Yeah.
It's me.
I need you to come over.
Oh, shit.
Tommy? Hello.
What? I-- I'm not coming over.
- She hit me.
- Who? Debbie.
She punched me in the face.
I now have a black eye.
All right.
So why you callin' me, all right? Call the goddamn cops.
She sets you on fire, then you can call me, all right? Hang on.
No.
No, because she might be coming back soon.
Janet? Is Tommy Gavin there? -You're talkin' to him.
Who's this? -Kevin Vasquez.
Ricky's brother.
Oh, right.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
How you doin'? How you doin'? The answer's yes.
- What do you mean? - I have something: proof.
A letter he sent me, tellin' me he couldn't see me anymore, and warning me about not to tell anyone about what happened between us.
- He signed it? - Yes, sir.
You wanna nail this guy and get him shit-canned, all right, take care of him for good? - My brother's a cop, all right? - I remember.
You call him.
He'll run the info through the system, and we'll take this guy down.
- I don't know.
- What about your little brother, huh? You wanna protect him or not? I'll-- I'll think about it.
Goddamn it.
I have another call comin'.
Hang on.
Hello! I'm still here! Hold on.
Yeah! Hey, I lost you.
Goddamn cell phones, Honey.
Hang on.
Hang on.
I, um-- I just called the prescription in, so whenever you wanna work your way over there would be great.
Okay.
- Is there some rush? - Well, I-- I guess I'm like a lot of people.
- I just-- you know, I like really fresh medicine.
What? I gotta go.
I-I love you.
I gotta go.
Bye.
- Bye.
Kid, you there? - I'm here.
- Christ.
- Tommy, please, please, please, please come over.
I don't want to be here by myself when she comes home.
I swear to God, I will never ask you for anything ever again.
Please.
Please, please, please? All right.
I'll come over.
Okay? But, so help me God, you better have a black eye, or otherwise I'm bringin' one with me, okay? All right.
Bye.
You wrote this? No.
No.
Don't deny it.
Lou told me everything.
Lou didn't tell you anything.
Nice bluff though.
Hey.
We were just talkin' about you.
Did you talk to Laura about the poem that Franco wrote for her? - No.
she asked me some questions.
- And what-- what did you say? Oh, I didn't say anything.
No.
It was all kinda subtext.
O-Okay.
I-- I wrote the first poem and the last one.
The middle one-- The one that sucked? Yes.
That was-- That was Lou.
I was just doing a friend a favor, okay? - Sure you weren't doin' yourself a favor? - What do you mean? - You're makin' a move on me.
No! You don't write beautiful, gorgeous poetry like this 'cause you're helpin' out a pal.
Okay.
First of all, I happen to be back in love with my wife.
I don't know if you've heard the talk around here, but we're back together.
- You write your wife poetry like this? - No.
Yes.
Kind of.
It's complicated.
Complicated how? Well, it's complicated, because I'm-- I'm taking these pills now for something else, but I ended up writing poetry while I was-- So they're, like, poetry pills? They're not poetry pills.
They're-- it's-- but I wrote-- I wrote a couple of things on it.
About me.
No.
I mean, yes, in, you know-- in a roundabout way, but not, uh, what you think.
Why don't you just admit that you have feelings for me? I don't have feelings for you.
Not like that.
But you're attracted to me? Well, truthfully, I'm-- You're a very attractive girl.
You're very hot.
- You have a great ass, but you have one of those-- - Hey, guys.
- What's goin' on? - Ask your pal.
Yeah, pal.
What's goin' on? Uh, I was eatin' some ice cream.
I had one of those Biggy Iggy things.
It was stuck to my lips, and Laura was just-- I gotta call somebody.
Um-- Oh, thank you for coming.
It means a lot to me.
Let's see the eye.
Oh, shit.
I know.
Where did ya meet this broad-- a holding cell? Everything was fine.
We were like two peas in a pod, right? And then she totally loses it, and she starts talkin' about how annoying I am, and how needy I am, and how I always make everything about me, and that I'm a drama queen, and the list just goes on and on and on.
Yeah.
Hard to imagine.
Let me ask you something.
Will you just stay here for a little while, in case she comes back-- because I think I might need moral support.
Not to mention a whip and a chair.
I'm not gonna get in the middle of this whole thing.
No, no, no.
You won't.
You won't.
Just sit down.
Okay.
Just stay for a little bit and sit down.
All right.
Um, you want a whiskey? - And, uh, soda? You want a club soda.
- Yeah, yeah.
Fine.
Okay.
I'll get it.
Okay.
Kathy, thank you so much for comin' over at such short notice.
You have a-- an extensive and an impressive r?sum?.
Yeah, I like helping people.
A lot of nursing.
I like helping people and opening their eyes and their ears to the glorious word of our Lord, Jesus Christ.
Uh, Es-- Exper-- Ex-- Es-per-an-za.
Ins-- Es-- What? Es-- Esp-- Esperanza.
- I like skin.
- I really, really, really, need the cash.
Thanks a lot for comin' by.
Thanks.
So, you're back with Janet? Yeah.
Yeah.
It's goin' great.
That's good.
How's it goin' with-- Um, that's right.
She punched you in the face.
Yeah.
Not goin' good? No.
No.
Honey, I'm home.
Oh, does she lead with her left or her right? Right.
What's up? We, uh-- We should talk outside.
Okay.
I did not do that to her.
Okay, you know what? Bullshit.
What are you talking about? She hit herself? I did not do that to her.
That's what you're tellin' me.
She banged her head on a closet-- on purpose, if you ask me-- to get you here.
You know what? I love her, but she still has a thing for you.
- Really? - Oh, hell, yeah.
I know she got involved with me on a rebound basis, and I-- I didn't care, because I thought that she was starting to feel the way I feel about her, and-- But, oh, my God, every other story was, "Tommy and me," and, "Tommy used to say"-- and Tommy this, Tommy that, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Wow.
Well, I guess that makes sense then.
What-- It's crazy, but-- Yeah.
You see what I'm sayin'? Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
It's just-- Still-- It's crazy.
Oh, thanks.
She's-- She is just so hot.
And-- Yeah, she-- She is.
Oh, thanks.
And her skin is so chocolaty, man.
Yeah.
Those nipples-- How great are those? Yeah.
They-- Hey, uh, um, listen.
The other night, when I was goin' down on her, she was tryin' to tell me about this special thing that you do, and I didn't want to hear any more "Tommy" bullshit, so I ran downstairs, started pouting.
But, um, I was wondering if I could ask you-- - About the thing.
- Yeah.
Oh.
Yeah.
Hey, you better get a pen.
Hello? Hello.
Ah, I'm sorry.
Hi.
Uh-uh-uh, come in.
Come in.
Are you, um, Hazel Haynes from the Bronx? No.
I'm Rose Atwell.
I just moved in next door.
I brought you a pie.
Wow.
Good luck.
He gave me a list.
- Yeah.
- Hey, Tommy.
It's me.
Come on.
Look, uh, the kid called.
We ran the signature on the letter.
It matches our half-brother's.
Mickey and me, right now, we're down outside the church.
The kid's on his way.
You wanna join us? Yeah.
Perfect end to a perfect day.
How's this gonna go down? Shouldn't be too complicated.
We sit the jerk down.
We show him what we got.
We tell him he'd better make a new career choice or else.
Creepy bein' in here at night.
Tell me about it.
The last time I was in a place like this at night, I was makin' out with Patty Jenkins, back in high school.
You know what? Me too, in the church.
Patty Jenkins? Really? Mm-hmm.
You? Ah, what a slut.
Three for three.
Yeah, but she was a holy one.
I wonder where she is now.
Probably back in that confessional booth where I left her, with her skirt hiked up over her head.
Wait a minute.
You banged her in the confessional? Yeah.
That's-- You know, I'm disgusted by the two of youse.
- Can I help you? - Hey, Father, it's just us.
Oh.
Well I hope you're not all here for confession.
I'll have to call for some backup.
No, you won't.
We're not the ones who are gonna be doin' the confessing.
So what does that mean? - You wanna tell us about Ricky? What about him? He's a great kid.
Yeah.
We're sure he is-- or he was before you put your hands on him.
- What are you insinuating? - What do you think I'm insinuating? I don't know.
That's why I'm asking you.
Tom, you wanna help me out here? Well, did you put your hands on him? That is a pretty disgusting remark to make, especially in a house of worship.
Gimme a break.
Not all priests engage in that kind of behavior.
In fact, some of us can keep it in our pants.
So you're sayin', you're not involved with this kid, right? No.
- So you never touched him? - No.
Say it.
We need to hear it, Murph.
I have never touched Ricky.
What about his older brother? Can we talk someplace else? You know, when I heard from the Feeneys about-- about what was going on with your wife-- Hmm.
I just thought, um-- based on what I went through with my late husband-- that, you know, that we-- we should talk.
- Yeah.
Thanks.
Uh, it's good to talk.
- Yeah.
- How long did your guy last? - Um, five years.
- Um, he didn't know me.
- Hmm.
He thought I was 25 years younger.
Wishful thinking.
Bud? Bud! Oh, I'll be right there.
- She thinks I'm her brother Bud-- - Oh.
who she's always loved, no matter what the hell kinda crap he pulled.
- Wishful.
- Wishful.
Yeah.
Anyway, you go.
I'll clean up.
Hey, uh, thanks.
You're welcome.
Thanks.
Kevin was a troubled kid.
He was one of the altar boys here.
He developed a fixation on me.
I-- I was flattered at first.
He didn't have a role model.
His dad was long gone, but it got unhealthy very quickly-- from his side, not mine.
I told him we couldn't interact on any level.
Hey, I figured I would put in for a transfer, just to be safe.
I don't know.
Maybe he saw the error of his ways, but he took off before I ever put in any paperwork.
So there was nothing sexual between the two of you.
Nothing.
This tells a different story.
I don't see any mention of a sexual relationship here.
I think a jury'll see that a little bit differently.
- I think you guys should leave.
- Uh-uh.
Not until you explain-- What is the big deal, huh-- like he was the only kid who was ever abused? Give me a break.
You wanna know somethin'? Can I tell you somethin'? I was abused by a priest.
Yeah.
I was abused.
And you know what? At first I thought, "Well, isn't this horrible," and I wanted to kill myself.
And I thought it was just the worst thing ever, but you know, then I realized somethin'.
I liked it.
Aw, geez.
Yeah, I liked it.
Made me feel special.
I mean, think about it.
Here's this man-- God's holy messenger on Earth-- and he wanted to lay his hands on me.
There was somethin' beautiful about that.
You got nothin' here.
I don't think it's nothin'.
Kevin.
Be honest, Father.
It's a lot more than nothing.
- What are you doin' here? - What the hell do you think I'm doin' here, huh? C-Could I talk to him alone? Do you mind? - Hey! Quit pointin'-- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, Kevin.
Whoa, Kevin.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Come on.
Come on.
- Kev.
- Kevin, put the gun down.
Come on.
- Admit what you did.
- Kevin.
-Just relax.
Take it easy, okay? -You want to be alone with me, huh? - Admit what you did! - I know what I did.
I can live with that.
Oh, yeah? Well, live with this.
Oh, no! -Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Go call somebody.
Hey! Get up, you son of a bitch.
You piece of shit! Son of a bitch! God.
I sing it one last time for you Then we really have to go You've been the only thing that's right In all I've done And I can barely look at you But every single time I do I know we'll make it anywhere Away from here Light up Light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear My voice I'll be right beside you, dear Louder, louder And we'll run for our lives ? I can hardly speak I understand Why you can't raise your voice to say Slower, slower We don't have time for that ? All I want's to find an easier way To get out of our little heads Have heart, my dear We're bound to be afraid Even if it's just For a few days Makin' up for all this mess ? Light up Light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear Cloudland.