Blown Away

Bits by Snowdog

- C-4.

- Right.

How's solitary, Kevin?

- Quiet!

Ya didn't touch yourself

in there, did ya?

Why do ya think I'm havin'

such a hard time seein'?

Get moving!

Go screw yourself.

Get in there!

Gaerity, here's your playmate back.

Good night, girls.

Kiss my ass.

Sorry I got thrown in the hole.

No matter.

You like to fight.

It's your nature.

Thanks for waiting.

Couldn't do it without you.

Ya bastard.

Ya know we're gonna make it...

don't you?

How can you be so sure?

I've seen it.

Sleep.

I'll wake you when I'm ready.

Sleep.

Unfortunately, you bastard...

I saw you staying here.

No, you f***in' don't!

Get down!

Lizzy? Lizzy!

Come here.

I wished for Jimmy Dove

to be my dad.

You're supposed to keep wishes

to yourself.

- Birthday girl!

- Jimmy!

Ooh! Look at you!

- You've got a new party dress, huh?

- Hey there, Boomer.

- You look gorgeous.

- I know.

My mom bought me this dress

at the mall. It was $18.

$18? Not bad.

- Now, what's this? What's this?

- What's this? What is this thing?

Hey, get it.

Pull it out of there. Pull it!

Oh!

- A piano! Cool!

- You turn it on here.

Thank you.

If your mom doesn't give you lessons

on that thing, I will.

- Look, Megan. Look what Jimmy got me.

- At your place, maybe.

- You look gorgeous too.

- Thank you.

Whoa!

- Here it is.

- You're such a show-off.

Oh! I like that.

I like that.

I'm getting close now.

I can feel it.

Ah, yeah! Did I win?

No!

- Boston Bomb Disposal.

- Yeah, Rita. Dove.

Sorry to bug you on your day off.

We got one.

- Yeah. Where?

- M.I.T. The computer lab.

- All right, I'll be over.

- Thanks.

- Thank you. Yeah.

- Bye.

- What was that all about?

- It's probably nothing.

- Don't worry about it.

Tell Lizzy I'll make it up to her, okay?

Don't worry about it.

I'll save you some cake.

- Have fun, okay?

- Got to.

Boomer, you stay here.

F***! Bombs and butts

are a bad combo, 'Bama.

All the way over

into the parking lot.

Hey, J.D.!

Sorry to call you

on your day off, partner.

How can I help you bums?

Dog sniffed out C-4,

about a half a pound of the sh*t.

Buried inside a computer.

There's a girl hooked up to the thing.

- Second floor, center.

- Her hacker boyfriend got jealous.

He rigged it so she's got to keep

typing. She quits, the building goes.

One more thing.

Before the boy blew his brains out...

he hooked up a counter

to the thing.

The hard drive gets full and...

- Who's in there with her?

- Cortez, and his little pal Manfred.

Can I bum a smoke?

Let's do her.

Captain, Manfred is all set to go.

Come on, Manfred.

Don't let me down, boy.

We're almost there, Nancy.

Hang on.

Come on, baby.

Attaboy.

Okay, Nancy. We're gonna have you

out of here pretty soon.

Don't look over there.

Look at me.

J.D., check it out.

Captain's a damn genius.

You like lemonade, Nancy?

A wicked, mad genius.

All right, Mary,

we're almost ready to go.

It's Nancy!

Right.

Okay, Cortez...

activate the B-board and get your Cuban

ass and Mary the hell out of there.

Come on, Manfred. Let's go.

Get ready.

Go.

Looks like this thing

might pay for itself yet.

- Get back to the keyboard!

- What is wrong now, you pile of sh*t?

Nancy, relax.

J.D.!

- Where is she?

- In there.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Who the hell are you?

- I'm Dove.

James Dove.

Cortez, get Manfred out of here.

- Buy him a drink. He could use one.

- Hang on, hang on.

Nancy, what am I doing here?

This was my day off.

They called me in, I come.

But do you think they listen to me?

Forget about Manfred.

Get yourself a drink.

Make it a double.

Hmm. The disk drive sounds funny.

Something's slowin' it down.

I could've told you that.

What are we gonna do?

Gotta get between your legs, Nancy.

Liam, help me.

How much time we got?

How many bytes?

Bytes. How many?

Twenty-four.

I don't want to die.

Nance, don't give up on me.

You're doin' great.

There it is.

This is gonna be a piece of cake.

What was that?

Tell me something.

You like red wine or white wine?

I don't give a sh*t!

Just do something!

Red. Me too.

- She loves me.

- Hurry! Now!

She loves me...

Fond of suicide, J.D.?

Could you maybe dispose

of the device, huh, guys?

- Go do your job.

- Yeah, yeah.

Great work, Jimmy.

Dumb, but great work.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the building is still not safe.

Ryan! Don't!

Come on, now.

Pump, ya bastard!

Pump! Pump! Pump!

- Who needs the damn bubbles anyhow?

- Hey, Max.

- Hey, Jimmy!

- Thanks for the beer.

Come by for a dip, did ya?

- Not with no bubbles.

- Screw it! Screw the damn bubbles!

All I need anyhow is some hot water

to soak my weary bones.

Believe me, they're weary.

Heard you had yourself a doozy

down at Cambridge today.

Yeah.

You should've taken my advice

and stayed on as a beat cop like I did.

A lot easier dodging bullets

than bombs.

When did you know

it was time to get out?

How'd I know it was time to get out?

I think I knew it was time...

as soon as I started asking myself

if I thought it was time.

You've been asking yourself

that question a lot, have ya?

It's time, friend.

You've done your penance.

Yeah?

Then why don't I feel absolved?

Don't know, Jimmy.

How come, huh?

Come on. No bubbles,

but the hot water'll do you good.

Hey, fella, drinks.

Come on.

- That's for you, my darlin'.

- Thank you.

That's for you, my dear.

Put it on my tab, Francis.

- Cash.

- Cash?

I'll look in me pockets.

Just moments ago, Lt. James Dove of the

Boston Bomb Squad came racing down...

this lawn behind me, helping

a visibly distraught...

Hey, fella!

Fella! Hey!

...that he had no bomb equipment

on as he came out of the building.

James Dove?

Boomer, get down.

...rushing out of M.I.T.

All the police activity indicates...

- Look, Mom. Jimmy's on TV.

- He's been identified as...

Lieutenant James Dove,

who successfully disengaged a device.

They are looking

for a secondary device.

See you guys later.

Well, we have a new soloist.

Kate, you appear to be here,

but you're not playing like it.

I'm sorry.

People, please. We've only got three

weeks to put this whole thing together.

We don't want to let down

our founding fathers, do we?

- Do we?

- No!

Fireworks will be popping in the sky.

I want to hear them popping out of you.

Feels like we're playing

with the Patriots, not the Pops.

- Let's take it back to letter P.

Excuse me.

How are the mussels?

Mmm, what do you think?

Not bad. Hmm?

Looked good on TV too.

Out there showin' off again.

You like being a hero, don't ya?

- Why does it always have to be you?

- It doesn't.

- I was wondering about that. Want more?

- Yeah, thanks.

- I put in for a teaching job.

- Why?

- I beg your pardon?

- That's crazy.

You're good at what you do.

You love it.

- We know you're gonna keep doing it.

- I'm putting in for a teaching job.

- I thought you'd love that.

- Pass the cheese, please.

Hmm?

Really. Then what?

You think I love what I do,

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