Firehouse Dog Page #2

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That's, um, that's my PSP, Dad.

Can I have it back?

You know, it doesn't seem

to matter what I say.

So I'm gonna hit you where it hurts.

- No PSP,

- What?!

no PlayStation,

Come on, Dad, don't do this to me.

...no iPod.

Dad, come on.

You know, nothing else

seems to work with you.

[alarm wailing]

DISPATCHER [over P.A.]:

Engine 55, Engine 24...

I don't know what to do, Shane.

- Ladder 33, respond.

- Come on.

Hamilton Avenue, structure fire.

Terence!

You took my helmet again.

This is definitely mine.

Then why's my name on it?

[engine sputtering]

Exactly.

Hey, come on, guys.

Suit up is

supposed to take one minute,

- no more.

- DRIVER:
Let's go, Dogpatch!

[over radio]:

South Side's getting hot, Captain.

WOMAN:
Copy that.

Check the extremities,

then set up for a ground deluge.

Roger that.

What's the status inside, Burke?

Secondary search complete, Captain.

It's all clear inside.

All right, lose the masks

and position all crews

for exterior attack.

No rescues for you today, Sparky.

Entry Control,

secondary search is complete.

Let's lock up that building-

no one else goes in.

[firefighters shouting

in distance]

[metallic creaking]

[whimpers]

[siren wailing]

[horn honking]

[firefighters shouting

in distance]

Dad.

Stay in the rig, Shane.

PEP:

Looks like Greenpoint's first on the scene.

- Again?

- And we're last.

Again.

Hey, Jess.

Last four in a row, Dogpatch.

Looks like you're

buying the ice cream.

- Yeah, where do you want us?

- Stand by.

We'll see where we need you.

And don't trip over my hoses.

Yes, sir.

All right, boys, surround and drown.

We're standing by.

[groans]

Great.

- Standing by again.

- Beautiful.

[barking]

Dad, look!

[barking]

McBride, double-time me to the roof.

[ladder whirring]

[firefighters shouting

in distance]

[barking]

Come on, guys, step it up!

Let's do this.

Ready and... lift!

[grunts]

[Rexxx barking,

structure creaking]

[glass shattering]

[whines, barks]

Hang on, boy.

[barking]

Just hang on.

[crackling, creaking]

[whimpers]

[grunts] No!

[Shane gasps]

[panting]

Hang on, bud. Hang on.

Okay, let's move.

Firefighter down.

JOE:

Dogpatch, where's that life net?

- Let's move it!

- Let's go!

Need another man.

- Let's move. Let's move this.

- I'm on it!

Hustle!

Hang on, we're coming, Cap!

Guys...

- snap it up!

- Hustle, guys, come on, move it.

Focus, guys, we're almost there.

That's it. That's it.

[whimpers]

Hang on, Cap.

Move!

To the right!

No!

[gasps]

- [all gasping]

- Huh?

[firefighters murmuring]

[moans inquisitively]

Come on, mutt.

Let's get him some oxygen.

Dad, you okay?

Yeah. Come on.

- Cap, you all right?

- I'm okay.

I'm fine.

How's the dog?

Smells like

rotten tomatoes,

but he'll live.

SHANE:
Oh, no.

Not you.

CONNOR:
You know this dog?

Yeah, it's the mutt from hell.

PEP:
"Dew."

He's got a name but no

address, no phone number.

I'll call Animal Control.

No, we'll handle it.

So much for standing by,

huh, Connor?

All right, 55,

we got hot spots on the South Side.

Let's hustle.

[softly]:
Yes!

Back in the game.

All right, put the dog

in the rig, all right?

Me?

Yeah, you.

All right, Joe.

Come on, you got it.

[warning alarm beeping]

Hey, Zach.

Hey, Cap, we got company.

Hey, Zach.

Hey, Connor.

- Welcome back.

- Oh, thanks.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- It's good to see you, man.

- Yeah, you, too.

I guess I haven't

seen you since, uh...

SHANE:
Uncle Marc's memorial.

Yeah, it's...

too long.

I've been meaning

to come around, but...

You gonna stay for dinner?

Who's cooking this week?

Me.

- I made plenty.

- How's it going, Joe?

I, uh... I better not.

I'm a little pressed for time.

Can we talk?

Yeah. Hey, Pep.

You want to get back

into that engine?

We just... We cannot

be late on another call.

I'm on it.

Hey, guys, clean up that

gear, get the truck ready.

Shane, you're still on dog duty.

[sighs]

[snorting,

laughing]

Dog duty.

What? He said it.

Dog duty?

[snorting,

laughing]

Shane, grab my tools, okay?

Yeah.

Come on, mutt.

[growls]

Fine, suit yourself.

[fire truck horn blowing]

[siren wailing]

[distorted]:
Hey!

Shane!

Yo, Shane!

Today, little bro.

Yeah, I'm coming.

LIONEL:

Hey, Terence, let's get these hoses cleaned up.

ZACH:
How's Shane doing?

Oh, wish I knew.

Doesn't talk

to me anymore,

you know, unless it's

some half-baked lie

or lame excuse.

Just, since Marc died, it's just...

I think he's just

having trouble moving on.

And what about you?

I'm fine.

These the suspect fires

you were talking about?

Yeah... Yeah, thanks

for sending out

those incident reports; I know

it wasn't exactly protocol.

[chuckles] No, it wasn't.

They add up to anything?

No, well, not yet, but I think...

I think there might be a fire bug.

Connor...

the department has experts

who handle this kind of thing.

And last I looked,

the captain's office

is over there.

Yeah, well, I like sitting out here.

It keeps me close to the guys.

Okay, so, Joe's cooking

didn't bring you

down here-what's up?

After the mill fire,

everybody from

the mayor on down

was counting on you

to fill Marc's shoes.

Now, we all expected

a period of adjustment.

Your brother

was one hell

of a fire captain.

Those were big shoes to fill,

and we knew that.

But these last couple of months...

Downtown is worried

that this house isn't moving

in the right direction.

[sighs]

[soft growl]

What are you looking at?

Not a word out of you, mutt.

[disgruntled growl]

Who's that guy?

City manager.

But he's okay.

He was one of us.

Which is exactly why they

sent him to spank us.

Every time

I make a supply request,

it comes back with

a big red X on it.

Budget cuts are hitting

everybody hard.

Look, I'm sorry,

Connor,

but the city council

is advising the mayor

to shut down Dogpatch.

If it happens,

your territory

will be absorbed by Shoreline

Station and Greenpoint.

[humming

"The Marine Corps Hymn"]

Grub's on! Meat stew.

Wash up! Let's go!

[sniffing]

[whimpers]

You hear me?!

Get a move on!

It's meat stew!

[burps, coughs]

I hate it when he says

"meat stew" like that.

Why doesn't he just

tell us what's in it?

It's meat.

Mm-hmm.

More like mystery meat.

Yeah, but it's starting to

taste more and more like...

[plopping]

Dog, you just read my mind.

Hey, what are you doing?!

If you don't...

Dog, if you don't get off

that table, I'm gonna...

[Joe shouting, Rexxx barking]

[overlapping yelling]

Whoa. Is that thing rabid?

No. Easy, Zach.

He hasn't bitten anybody.

- [barking]

- LIONEL:
Come on, Terence, grab him!

- Yet.

- I got him!

No, not his tail!

Geez!

JOE:
Terence, you nitwit!

- [dishes crashing]

- You stay.

- There he goes!

- Come on, cut him off!

- Lock him in the engine room.

- Cut him off!

[door slams]

Can't you just buy us some time?

I mean, come on, Zach.

You owe us that.

I'll see what I can do.

I told you...

I told you to watch him.

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