Ladder 49 Page #3

I mean, I couldn't do that.

It's the job.

- What's goin' on, guys?

- Not much, man.

Nice. Nice one, guys.

How you doin'?

Jack Morrison! Phone call!

Jack Morrison! Phone call!

Some woman named Linda claiming you

to be the father of her child.

Ohh!

Hello.

Hey, how you doin'?

No. Uh, yeah.

Uh, fires, no.

But I did have a goose.

A goose in my locker.

It was huge.

Crapped all over my stuff.

Come on, Jack, you startin'

a phone-sex business here?

Go ahead and tell her you love her, Jack.

Hey, look, I gotta go.

Can I call you later?

OK. Bye.

- Aw!

- Sweet stuff.

Sweet stuff!

Irish Car Bomb?

Come on, Mike.

Don, you want one?

- Linda! Linda!

- Hey!

Hey, hold up.

This must be the lovely Linda.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.

- Frank, Linda.

- This is Don.

- Hey, Linda.

- Hi.

- And Tommy.

- How you doin'?

- I think you know him.

- Uh-huh. Margarita sends her love.

- Ah, Margarita.

- That's Captain Kennedy.

- How do you do?

- Hi. I've heard a lot about you.

- Yeah?

Yeah, you wear really sexy boxers, right?

With red love hearts on them?

Oh, gosh.

- A little too tight.

- Ah, sit, have a seat.

- What are you?...

- I had to.

- Linda, have you ever had one of these?

- No, don't do it.

- What is this?

- Oh, it's an Irish Car Bomb.

Yeah. Here, you put it in like this...

...let it drop right in there,

and chug it all at once.

- Are you doing one?

- You're gonna love it. Ready? You ready?

- Oh, it's gonna make me sick.

- Come on. Now...

One, two, three.

Drink, drink, drink, drink,

drink, drink, drink, drink...

- Come on!

- Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go!

Wow.

Oh, my God.

What was that?

I'm going to be so sick tomorrow.

Ohh!

Let's get another shot!

I think I gotta slow down a bit.

No, you gotta get wasted at a shift party.

That's tradition.

No, no, no, Jack, the lady knows her

limitations. Let her go. Send her home.

Are you calling me a lightweight?

- Yeah.

- Lightweight.

- Ohh!

- Stand back!

OK. Last one to empty their glasses

runs naked around the bar.

- We got a challenge!

- Oh, we got a race here!

We got a challenge.

OK, OK.

All right. Loser takes off

all their clothes.

Call it.

Ready, on three.

One, two, three.

No, no, no.

What the hell is that?

I said last to empty their glass.

Did I say anything about drinking it?

- Tom, the lady's right, Tommy.

- Ohh.

See, oh, we got a cute one here now, huh?

- Take it off! Take it off!

- I was very clear.

Take it off!

Take it off!

Take it off!

Take it off!

Take that.

Please kill me.

- I like this.

- Hm?

Oh. My mom gave it to me.

- You know what this is?

- Mm-mm.

It's a Claddagh ring.

You know, if it's pointed down...

...then it means that you're free.

And if it's pointed up

towards your heart...

...then it means that you

belong to someone.

Clear.

Come on, Lenny.

Let's go.

Go.

Oh, God.

Jack!

IC, Ladder 12.

Requesting air rescue to deploy.

Jack.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Jack!

Oh, God.

I need a goddamn progress report,

Ladder 49.

Ladder 49 to Command.

Be advised we have

structural collapse inside.

There's a huge amount of debris.

There's no way around it.

I don't care what your problem is.

Just keep goin'.

We're gonna need

some equipment up here.

- Equipment's on its way.

- Copy that, Chief.

IC from Ladder 42.

We are on side two,

awaiting instructions. Over.

Lenny. Lenny!

Cap, how are we gonna

get through all this?

Squad 47 here!

What do you need?

We need that equipment over here!

You got it!

Give me a saw!

Come on!

We need to shore this.

Come on, we gotta shore this up!

Clear!

Watch your heads through here!

Jack!

Uh, Ladder 49, uh, this is...

Aah!

- Son of a b*tch!

- We got a flare!

May the Lord bless you

with many happy years together...

...so that you may enjoy

the rewards of a good life.

And after you have loyally

served in His kingdom on Earth...

...may He welcome you into

the kingdom in heaven. Amen.

And may Almighty God bless you

in the name of the Father...

...and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit.

- Amen.

- Amen.

You may now kiss the bride.

I now present Mr and Mrs Jack Morrison.

Your husband's an excellent firefighter.

Look after him for me, will you?

I'll help him look after himself.

Even better.

Whoa.

Teach Jack this stuff.

All right, this next song

goes out to our newlyweds...

...by special request.

Uh, Frank, Don...

I need you up here, uh,

immediately, please.

- Whoo!

- Come on, guys.

Come on, get up here, man!

Come on up here right now.

Fire...

Uh!

Jack. Jack.

- Fire

- Hey, Jack, get up here!

Here we go.

No, no, you goin', you goin'.

- We'll be right back. Come on, buddy.

- Fire...

The way you walk and talk...

Really sets me off to

a fuller love, child...

The way you squeeze and tease...

Knocks me to my knees cos I'm smokin'...

Come here and sit down.

Join the club.

- The way you swerve...

- They're quite a choir, huh?

Well, honey, we aren't

sitting far enough away.

Fire...

Fire...

How you doin'?

- Captain Kennedy?

- You the new rookie?

- Yeah.

- Jack Morrison.

- Keith Perez.

- Office is back there.

- Thanks. How you guys doin'?

- What's up?

Welcome to Engine 33.

OK, all right.

- Thank you. Thank you, Captain.

- All right. See ya.

So, Keith, you Catholic?

Yeah.

- Are you a virgin?

- No, Father.

So you think it's funny to

fornicate with loose women?

Uh, no, no, not at all.

Well, if you wanna have sex,

you should get married.

- I can't.

- Why?

- It's not allowed.

- What do you mean, it's not allowed?

Well, the church doesn't allow two men

to get married, Father.

Excuse me?

I'm gay.

- Hey, how did you know that?

- Yeah, we got him, baby!

- Ohh, really?

- What?

Did you tell him?

What's up with that?

God, it's like they're having a love affair.

Girls. Green beers.

Here we go. Green beer.

- I'm good.

- What?

I'm good. I'm not drinking.

You can have it.

- Uh, Linda, it's Saint Paddy's.

- It's OK.

I'm not gonna drink.

I'm just gonna grab a Coke from the bar.

What, are you pregnant?

What? You're kidding.

Baby, I was gonna tell you later tonight...

...but I wanted to surprise you.

- You're kidding? No!

- Linda's pregnant.

- Linda's pregnant.

- Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Turn down the music!

No more drinks for Linda.

Doubles for Jack.

He's gonna be a father!

Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!

Jack! Jack! Jack!

Jack! Jack! Jack!

- Drinks are on Jack!

- Drinks are on me!

Drinks are on Jack!

Uh-oh.

Keep your money.

Save it for the baby.

Hey, you know, Jack,

you can't have a baby...

...without a shower.

Great.

Eighteen hundred block of Suffolk Street...

...between Lafayette and Harris Place.

Investigate a report of smoke in the area.

Charge the line!

- I'm getting too old for this sh*t.

- You got that right.

All right, let's see

if this fire's walking on us.

Dennis, cut a hole in that roof.

- Ray, open up that skylight.

- Yes, sir.

Engine 15 to Engine 12,

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