Backdraft Page #2

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- Okay.

Good to see you.

So that's Sean, huh?

Geez, he's a little giant now.

You'd be surprised what a few years can do to a kid.

- Remember your Uncle Brian?

- No.

You don't remember him?

Hey, Sean-man. Where's your daddy today?

Uh... Stephen's not staying here anymore.

He moved out last April.

Uh... huh.

I'm sorry, Helen, I uh--

You guys should try picking up the phone once in a while.

# [Rock]

Hey!

Hey.

I, uh... talked to Helen.

I thought Dad's boat was finally retired...

to the old family graveyard.

Don't you worry about falling out of this thing?

I've gotta tell you,

I love what you've done with the place.

Yeah, it's comin' along.

You want a beer?

Yeah, why not?

What, you been rippin' off fire stations again?

Just some old stuff...

that Adcox gave me that the department was gonna throw out.

But it's good enough for this tub.

What is this?

"Iron Butterfly," "Cream"?

You gotta be kidding! This isn't an actual operating 8-track!

What do you want, Brian?

What are you doin' here?

I wanna know why you messed with my station assignment.

I mean, does this really have to be...

one of those big brother, little brother...

you broke my G.I. Joe and I'm still pissed games?

Man, how do you do it, huh?

How d'you keep coming up with...

new and amazing ways to f*** up?

I mean, that Scotch bullshit?

Am I really supposed to believe you came home...

because you felt heartstrings moan for the family biz?

You were bankrupt! The scary thing is...

you probably coulda got away with it for awhile.

Hang back a little bit at the fires--

You know the drill.

The only problem is, that in this job...

there's just no place to hide.

It's not like having a bad day selling log cabins.

You have a bad day here, somebody dies.

And that's just not f***ing good enough.

You know something?

I musta told myself a million times...

I didn't even want to be a damn fireman.

Look, I know I quit the academy before.

- And I know how you musta felt.

- Oh, you do?

You know how I felt?

I gotta do this, Stephen.

I need to know.

Yeah, I think you're going to find out, Brian.

Try not to be late tomorrow, huh?

[Starter Motor]

Give me a break, huh!

[Starter Motor]

Sh*t!

Come on, damn it!

[Horn Blast]

[Sirens]

Oh, sh*t!

- My car wouldn't start!

- What are you doin', man?

Atta boy!

Damn!

Come on, man. You can make it!

Well, Baby McCaffrey, how you doin'?

How you doin', John?

[Horn Blast]

Hey, Axe, you know this rug rat?

Know him? I practically raised him.

He never calls. He never writes.

I'm Brian.

I'm sorry.

[Horn Blast, Siren]

All right! Garment factory.

Shake and bake, boys! I think we got a barbecue.

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