Rescue Me

Season 3 Episode 10

Retards

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Aired Wednesday 10:00 PM Aug 08, 2006 on FX
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Following a meeting with Janet, Tommy has yet another confrontation with Johnny; Teddy's conjugal visits with Ellie prove to be a letdown; and Franco tries to befriend his new girlfriend's mentally challenged brother. Elsewhere, Tommy keeps his vigil at Stack's bedside.

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  • What is the name of the song during and after their fight?

    10
    I have been trying to figure out what the song is in this episode ever since it aired. I researched online the night it aired and never found anything and today I tried again. Will someone please let me know? Jeez I didn't think it would be this *** hard kgriffinz at live dot com
  • Franco loses Robert, and possibly Nat; Garrity's still marrying Maggie, Probie's getting off with guys but doesn't think he's gay, Sheila thinks a Caddy will get her Tommy's love, and Tommy gets drunk and goes to see Janet. Eppy sure earns its name. ;)moreless

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    I hadn't realized I wasn't breathing through much of what Tommy was saying in the bar until I tried to [i]cheer my television set[/i] and had to take a deep breath first.



    Prove it. Prove you're a firefighter.



    Name five finalists of American Idol. Now name [i]one[/i] firefighter who perished in 9/11.



    I thought that bar scene made the whole damn' show.



    We haven't seen him seeing Connor for several episodes now. The power of these sightings isn't the horror. It's how mundane they are. How normal they are. A normal little kid living his normal little life.



    It's heart-ripping.



    And [i]of course[/i] what happens if [i]Tommy[/i] gets a Caddy is it gets taken away just about instantly.



    It's what happens to everything good in his life. His house, his family is falling to pieces. He can't even get thrown out right because he needs cabfare. He wouldn't admit the Caddy was a gift (I loved the look on Lou's face when he said he treated himself -- Lou's epiphany didn't come with a lot of extra cash [although he did get that nice bike]) and Sheila didn't get much for it -- not even a kiss (or an especially pronounced "thank you").



    Jerry is getting to transition back into a semi-normal emotional existence -- there's no way whatsername's immigrant status isn't coming back to bite her in the ass, but for now it was nice to see him smiling.



    Mike's sensitivity about his being gay is a little pronounced since he doesn't believe it himself, but I loved Robert's confronting him about it. And how incredibly [i]evil[/i] he looked when he'd broken up Nat and Franco. I get how frantic Nat was about her brother but she's had [i]years[/i] of experience with him and she knows how constant an eye you need to keep on him.



    A different version of this show -- a network version, perhaps -- would have had Robert sliding down the pole onto Franco's head. That was some brilliant blocking -- we know Robert wants to slide down the pole, we see him leave the shot, we see Franco, we see the pole, we see Franco take a position next to the pole, and ... Robert has wandered out into traffic.



    It makes sense for Nat to get mad, but Franco's trying. He can't be everywhere at once and he [i]was[/i] getting her permission concerning letting her brother do something before he just decided himself it would be ok.



    Garrity is a moron, but he does seem to hold his own with Maggie to a certain extent. Uncle Teddy is all about himself. Ellie's trying to get herself in the mood.



    And in the spirit of slow learning curves ...



    Tommy goes to see Janet.



    That confrontation was wild. I didn't think it was possible to dump years of rancor and dissatisfaction into a five-minute scene, but jeez, Janet. It was nice to hear her side of things, but in order for her to be taking the positions she's taking she needs to be [i]way[/i] less aware of what Tommy's been going through than ... well, the viewers are. She could be a little more involved. And if she's felt like Tommy wasn't there for her, she's the one who's always leaving.



    I'm amazed after Johnny's little bombshell last week that he thought he was in a good position to be beating the crap out of Tommy, but he saw what he saw. The rage in Tommy's eyes and the hatred in his voice that Johnny walked in on with Janet shoved up against the wall, that was some exciting delivery. I thought Tommy was gonna actually do something but instead he crumpled up like a spider.



    Other reactions:



    - I liked Tommy's impromptu theological exchange -- and the Muslim's certainty that Tommy's going to hell [he's been there and [i]is[/i] there, ass].

    - I didn't think what Perrolli said to Probie was especially offensive, but I guess Probie could make a case out of it.

    - Unusually quick on the union rep draw there for Probie, btw, but I guess he's been mulling some form of union intervention for awhile.

    - Tommy going to Probie's new house trying to get him blocked from that end was devious but in a weird way also loyal. He wasn't Probie there. Calling him a coward was evil, however. Probie's a lot of things but a coward he is not.

    - I liked Tommy telling that barfly to do herself a favor and get squishy over some drummer. "This is way too much badass for you to handle." Nice.

    - Stack. R.I.P. John Stackhouse. We barely knew you -- honestly, you had like seconds of screentime before you became a human prop -- but wow, was that absolutely gonna have some kind of affect on Tommy. His speech to John was incredible, and I was honestly expecting John to walk up to him afterwards and give him a hug.

    - Jimmy's comments in the cab -- that if Tommy has any doubts, he can't do the job -- are triggering a memory of something Franco said to Probie in the first season: If you're not afraid, you're crazy. Maybe having fear and having doubts are different things, but wherever it came from, up until now Tommy's had some kind of inner reserve of fearlessness to draw on. Stack's death certainly threw him, but he's lost brothers before. Too many.



    Weirdly enough, I feel compelled to post that I wish all of these people well. I know they're not actual firefighters, but through them, through these stories, we're given a glimpse of that life and through them, through admiring these storytellers, I just want to express, with a lump in my throat, an overwhelming respect for them.



    Because I can't name a single firefighter who perished in 9/11.



    And I'm deeply ashamed.



    Give us hell, Tommy.



    And, for that matter, Denis.



    Have one on me, too.



    Well. Freeqin'. Done.moreless
Tatum O'Neal

Tatum O'Neal

Maggie Gavin

Guest Star

Sherri Saum

Sherri Saum

Natalie

Guest Star

Cornell Womack

Cornell Womack

Richard

Guest Star

Charles Durning

Charles Durning

Tommy's Dad

Recurring Role

Lenny Clarke

Lenny Clarke

Uncle Teddy

Recurring Role

Michael Mulheren

Michael Mulheren

Chief Perolli

Recurring Role

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    • Tommy (still at the bar, some girl is hitting on him): Sweetheart, believe me, this is way, way, more bad boy than you'll ever be able to handle. So, do yourself a favor... go blow a drummer.

    • Tommy (showing his scars to people at a bar, proving his FDNY, he's also drinking very expensive whiskey which he can't pay for): See, that? See, that, huh? I got that 12 stories up in a raging inferno up in Harlem. In an apartment, lookin' around I lost my halgen, couldn't find it. But I did find someone's grandmother. I had to hand her out in a bucket to save her, had to punch my way through a window. She died about an hour later. See that one? Take a look at that one. That was a drunken asshole up in the Bronx he fell asleep smoking in bed, well, he started the fire. He was trying to crawl out, I brought him down, I was trading my mask off with him coming down the stairs, the stairs give way and I fall through a half of story on to these metal spikes. He lived, but four kids and their mom died. I knew, 60 guys, who died on 9-11. And you know what the funny part is? I betcha 'ya, all the people in this bar, you could name five finalist from American Idol but they can't name one, one name of the 343 men who gave their lives from the FDNY on 9-11, huh. Anybody got a name? One name, huh? Anybody got a name of a dead fireman, huh? No, nobody, didn't think so. I don't have any money because my wallet and my badge were inside my new truck which got stolen this morning. My wife's pregnant, she's gonna have a baby. But we don't know who's it is because she's having sex with me and my brother. My uncle's in the joint because last year he shot my---this drunk driver that killed my only son and I just saw my son on a crosstown bus right in front of this place like three minutes ago. (Bartender gives Tommy the whole bottle of the expensive Irish whiskey)

    • Bartender: For a glass that's gonna cost you about a ceno, you're certainly drinkin' it pretty fast there, pal.
      Tommy: Well, you would to if you only had about two dollars and seventy-five cents if your pocket.

    • Janet: Why didn't you listen to me?
      Tommy: When?
      Janet: Six years ago when I asked you to spend more time with the kids, to spend more time at home, to spend more time with me. All you had to do was to listen to me! All that was required was that you hear the words!
      Tommy: I heard the words, okay. I quit drinking, I quit my third job, I was home every Saturday.
      Janet: No, you were always playing softball every Saturday during the summer. All winter you played hockey, all spring, all fall, and the only reason that you quit drinking was because Lou said to you that the chief said something to him---
      Tommy: That wasn't the only reason.
      Janet: --- not because of me! Not because of the kids! Goddamnit, Tommy! (she grabs his coat and shakes him and starts hitting him) All you had to do was listen!
      Tommy (pinning her against the wall): Goddamnit, stop! (talking through gritted teeth) Are you gonna tell me that simply because I didn't listen well enough that you have ruined my life so far beyond what I could ever imagine. And that's why, because I didn't listen hard enough, and that's why, you're sucking my brother's cock? (she grabs his balls hard, and Tommy is still pinning her to the wall)
      Janet: Goddamnit, Tommy, he was there when I needed someone I was scared shitless -- I just buried my only son. (Janet grabs him harder)
      Tommy: So did I.
      Janet: And what did you need, Tommy? (Janet grabs him harder)
      Tommy: Ah, Goddamnit! What did I need--
      Janet: You know, I needed you! The old you. I needed someone to hold me in my bed at night when I cried. I needed someone to help me after I was done helping the girls wipe away their tears. But, the old you? He was gone. He's buried, with all of your lost brothers and you know what? You can tell all of your lost brothers to go to hell because we're here, and they're not.

    • Tommy: So, what're you? You a Muslim?
      Taxi Driver: Yeah.
      Tommy: So what, you believe that you die and you go to heaven and you get what? Seventy...seven virgins?
      Taxi Driver: Seventy-two.
      Tommy: Seventy-two, right. I mean...what's the point of that? If you think about it...I mean, virgins? When you go to heaven, I mean wouldn't you rather have whores?
      Taxi Driver: You think that there are whores in heaven? There are no whores in heaven.
      Tommy: I mean, I would prefer that if I went to heaven I would get seventy-seven---
      Taxi Driver: Seventy-two.
      Tommy: Okay. Seventy-two...whores. Chicks that know something, chicks that know how to blow 'ya---chicks that know tricks.
      Taxi Driver: Lemme ask you somethin'--
      Tommy: What? What?
      Taxi Driver: What are you...religion wise.
      Tommy: I'm nothing. I'm a lapsed Catholic.
      Taxi Driver: Well, my friend, you're going to heaven, okay?
      Tommy: I'd rather go to hell with seventy-seven---
      Taxi Driver: Seventy-two. Seventy-two!
      Tommy: Okay, two-thousand whores! (Taxi Driver keeps trying to talk) Three thousand whores and Babe Ruth and John Lennon and Elvis Presley, take me to hell. Jesus.

    • Franco: Hey, Chief, you wouldn't have any problem with me bringin' a retard into work, would 'ya?
      Chief: I got two here as it is, I can't see how another one would hurt.

    • (After someone stole Tommy's new Cadillac)
      Lou: Well, it looks nice from the back.

    • Sean (about Franco's girlfriend's brother): He's retarded?
      Franco: Kinda.
      Lou: Like Rainman retarded or you know, Paris Hilton retarded?
      Franco: Well, he can function, like Paris, he can go to the bathroom on his own which I assume Paris can do. He's pretty good with numbers, I'm not sayin that the guy can count toothpicks off of the floor or anything and you know, he eats things.
      Lou: Hey, hey now there's nothing retarded about that.
      Franco: No, I'm not talkin' bout food things, Lou. I'm talking about actual things shit that's layin' around the room. Checkers, paper clips, erasers, pen caps, the guys small intestine must have a silver lining.
      Lou: Well, you know how they talk about retards having like what's it called retard strength?
      Sean: What're you lookin' at me for?
      Lou: Well, maybe that's what Richard the retard has except all of his power is concentrated in his digestive track.
      Franco: The thing is that I really wanna make a good impression with Nat, so I figured I take the guy to a ballgame.
      Sean: Yeah, hey that's a good idea. A nice chance to bond.
      Lou: Yeah, that should work out real nice, you know, assuming he doesn't eat the tickets before you get to the gate.

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