Blown Away Page #2

- Cash.

- Cash?

I'll look in me pockets.

Just moments ago, Lt. James Dove of the

Boston Bomb Squad came racing down...

this lawn behind me, helping

a visibly distraught...

Hey, fella!

Fella! Hey!

...that he had no bomb equipment

on as he came out of the building.

James Dove?

Boomer, get down.

...rushing out of M.I.T.

All the police activity indicates...

- Look, Mom. Jimmy's on TV.

- He's been identified as...

Lieutenant James Dove,

who successfully disengaged a device.

They are looking

for a secondary device.

See you guys later.

Well, we have a new soloist.

Kate, you appear to be here,

but you're not playing like it.

I'm sorry.

People, please. We've only got three

weeks to put this whole thing together.

We don't want to let down

our founding fathers, do we?

- Do we?

- No!

Fireworks will be popping in the sky.

I want to hear them popping out of you.

Feels like we're playing

with the Patriots, not the Pops.

- Let's take it back to letter P.

Excuse me.

How are the mussels?

Mmm, what do you think?

Not bad. Hmm?

Looked good on TV too.

Out there showin' off again.

You like being a hero, don't ya?

- Why does it always have to be you?

- It doesn't.

- I was wondering about that. Want more?

- Yeah, thanks.

- I put in for a teaching job.

- Why?

- I beg your pardon?

- That's crazy.

You're good at what you do.

You love it.

- We know you're gonna keep doing it.

- I'm putting in for a teaching job.

- I thought you'd love that.

- Pass the cheese, please.

Hmm?

Really. Then what?

You think I love what I do,

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.

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