Blown Away Page #2

but I don't.

You think you know me.

You don't.

I can't sleep, okay?

I puke my guts out

when I shut one down.

Keep remembering things

I want to forget.

I can't do it anymore.

All right?

Everything's different now.

You and Lizzy...

My life's all different.

What?

I guess.

What?

I'm so scared of you

doing this for us...

and then regretting it.

Okay.

All right.

Look.

Oh, this is so sweet.

This is the wrong time?

No regrets, Katie.

- Ever?

- Ever.

Take this thing.

Come on.

- They need the table. Take it.

- Okay.

- Congratulations.

Off you go...

b*tch.

The weapons, Liam.

You can never be too safe.

Yes, my fine lady.

Balance in all things.

- Information. What city, please?

- Yes.

In Boston please,

for the bomb squad.

- I'd like the address as well.

- One moment, please.

Beep, beep.

There we go.

No, ma'am,

it's not an emergency.

- Dance? Will you dance with me?

- She's a pretty one.

Save yourself for tonight.

Come here and dance. Ho!

Congratulations.

- Good luck, buddy.

- I'm gonna need it.

Settle down.

Hear? Settle down.

Quit your bollocksing around.

It's time to toast the bride and groom.

So, raise your glasses!

Here's to the wings of love.

May they never lose a feather...

as long as his big shoes

and her wee little shoes...

are under the bed together!

And, Jimmy, a word of advice now

that you've retired from the field:

If your married life gets a little dull,

and you start getting restless...

I don't know how that's possible.

You tell him, sweetheart.

Just think of your stupid friends here

diffusin' bombs.

Then thank your lucky stars you're home

watching the telly with your bride.

- Who invited Michael Jackson?

- I don't know. He invited himself.

His name is Anthony Franklin.

Your replacement and my new partner.

Hey, I wouldn't go calling

no damn rookie Jim's replacement.

I don't know.

The more I hear about Franklin...

the better I feel

about Jimbo becoming a teacher.

Decorated by the mayor.

Two years on the SWAT team.

Clarence Thomas's acting coach.

And I hear he's hung

like a China mule.

- Who told you that?

- Your wife.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

Hell of a party you're having here.

I'm Anthony Franklin,

your replacement.

Hey, hey, hey!

Yeah, well, so I heard.

Welcome to the party, Tony.

No, it's Anthony. It's Anthony.

I hate abbreviations. You too?

But you didn't know that.

You don't mind me crashing your party?

You know, the team and all.

God, I heard a lot about you.

And I know you heard a lot

about me.

I bet you wish you could see

some of my moves.

I saw your moves, Anthony.

I've got my lady waiting downstairs.

Enjoy your retirement, Lieutenant.

- I plan to.

- See you, guys.

Hee-hee!

Watch yourself.

Peace.

- Cocky son of a b*tch.

- Yeah. He reminds me...

of a cocky son of a b*tch

that I once knew.

- Geez, not tonight!

Nothing to be alarmed about.

It's probably just a tease.

Party on!

- We're gonna miss you, Jimmy.

- It's your turn, Blanket. Show 'em how.

Try to come back.

- Save me one dance.

- Okay.

There. Look.

Come here.

Where are you taking me

on our honeymoon? Compost?

Wait a minute. I thought you

were taking me on a honeymoon.

It's Quepos. Costa Rica.

I think you'll like it.

Hmph. Yeah.

- Bomb squad. Cortez speaking.

- Hey, Robby.

Hey, Jimmy!

Mazeltov, buddy.

I'm sorry I couldn't go to the wedding.

Roarke wouldn't give me the day off.

- Don't worry. You weren't missed.

- What happened with the call?

- Manfred and I weren't invited.

They're under the River Street Bridge

still trying to shut it down.

Give me a call

if you hear anything.

Don't worry about it.

Blanket can handle it.

You concentrate on the missus.

Listen.

You need some love tips

from the Cuban missile here?

I'm at the Four Seasons

if you hear anything.

- Adios, buddy.

- Bye.

They'll be all right.

Come on.

Let's go back to bed.

Yeah, baby.

I got something for you.

Ah! Sh*t!

Wait a minute.

Put another barrier

to keep people out.

Yeah, we're checkin' it out now.

Yeah. All right.

Jimmy. It's Blanket.

He was under the bridge usin'

the shotgun to detonate the device.

It was a simple gig.

Something got screwed up, Jimmy.

F***.

And on your wedding day, Liam.

- How'd you f*** up?

Will you look at this spread now?

Why is it a man always get thrown

his best party when he dies?

Joseph, excuse me.

I don't think

the guy stands a chance.

That's the guy you want at the plate

with ducks on the pond.

The bum is hitless

in the last ten at bats.

Here's the pitch. And there's...

Captain.

- I got your replacement for you.

- Who, that Bolinski kid?

No, me. 'Til we get this guy.

You're in retirement, remember?

Fred, the bomb that killed Blanket

was made from scratch.

- The guy distilled the ANFO himself.

- How do you know that?

I tasted it.

Franklin is not ready for this guy.

Franklin is not the only technician

we got.

You've got a blaster out there,

a real one.

The ducks are on the pond.

I'm the one you want at the plate.

- I'll take it under advisement.

- Fred, I know...

- I am trying to watch the game.

- I suggest you go eat.

- Good night, sweetheart.

- Love you. Good night.

- Listen to this. Wait. Here, wait.

- No, no, come on.

Come on, come on.

Tomorrow.

In bed.

Attagirl.

Night-night.

You smell like beer.

How do you know

what beer smells like?

- Good night.

- Good night.

Jimmy, did it hurt Blanket

when he died?

No, sweetheart, it didn't.

- Go to sleep now.

- Don't shut the door all the way.

Okay.

Land mines. This sucker here

is particularly nasty.

It's called a Bouncing Betty.

It's buried in the ground.

It clicks when you step on her.

When you step off,

it jumps up to crotch level...

and blows good-bye to whatever

brass balls you might have.

Girlfriend says mine are golden.

She let me know this.

You think this is funny?

Hmm?

Yes, I think Betty

is very funny.

I'm glad you're enjoying this.

Come up and take a look at Betty.

Show the kids

how you take her down.

Watch and learn.

You have to get under it, get a clean

look at the b*tch's firing spring.

- Click.

- Uh-oh.

Now that's funny.

That's nice.

Don't move. Don't move.

That's a live one.

See?

Boomer knew.

Rule number one when you're

disarming Betty:
Don't step on her.

Love a challenge.

And my Betty's come with a timer.

You had 60 seconds.

Come on, Boomer. Let's get out of here.

[Barking]

Yeah, run.

Run!

- See school's going well.

- Yeah. I was born to teach.

- You got anything?

- Blanket's coroner's report.

Keep it under your hat, will ya?

Captain's already on my butt.

Wants to know why you got Franklin

back in basic.

- That's hilarious.

- He needed some work on his Bettys.

- Thanks, Rita.

- What happened?

- Recess is over.

Thanks for the entertaining

display there, Franklin.

That was Leaping Anthony

and his Bouncing Betty.

I hope you enjoyed that.

Looks like you got a little work

cut out for you, buddy.

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