Rescue Me, Season 6

Tommy :
Hey.

Black Shawn :
Let's go.

Tommy :
How you doing?

Black Shawn :
I'm tired, man...rough couple of days...But hey, you cured Colleen. That shit makes my load a hell of a lot easier, that's for sure. She's so of alcohol, you wave a bottle of mouth-wash in front of her, she starts making puky noises. But only downside...

Tommy :
What?

Black Shawn :
She don't forget shit no more. Gotta keep track of that.

Tommy :
Listen, she told me you beat Franco up pretty good, so...

Black Shawn :
I was motivated.

Tommy :
Yeah, but I know you were covering my ass. Don't think I don't appreciate that, thanks.

Black Shawn :
No, Tommy, look, don't thank me. You know, I feel lousy about the whole incident.

Tommy :
Why? You did what needed to be done.

Black Shawn :
Listen, man was not acting right, and yeah, he spoke out of term. But that doesn't excuse me for putting hands on him the way I did. You just don't do family like that, you know...

Tommy :
Yes, you do.

Black Shawn :
No, you don't, Tommy, you don't.

Tommy :
Let me explain something to you, okay? I come from a big Irish family. And I am telling you, when my brothers and I were growing up, if somebody stepped out of line, it was your responsibility to grab the son of a bitch and slap some sense into him, you know what I mean ? Knock him down, maybe kick him while he's down and then stand him back up again. I mean, that's what family is for, you know? That's what being a brother is all about, you know? It's because you love the guy, you know, and that's ... you're taking care of him. You did the right thing.

Black Shawn :
That was probably the most truly, wise thing you ever said to me. I mean, it involved beating the shit out of somebody, but...it was wise.

Tommy :
I'm wise in very specific areas, I guess.

Black Shawn :
So what do I do now?

Tommy :
You know, you go...you walk up to him and you act friendly and by that behaviour offering an olive branch, you know? And then, you know... let things happen as they will and if it feels organic you apologize.

Black Shawn :
Organic?

Tommy :
Did I say organic?

Black Shawn :
Sure as shit wasn't me saying it. What, you grew a va-jay-jay overnight?

Tommy :
Hey, I live with three women, what do you want me to do?

Black Shawn (laughing, turning his fist to Tommy) :
Hey man, give me a pound brother. Black Irish.

Tommy :
That's the Obama fist bump, wright? Tell you what, (turning Black Shawn's fist the other way, and doing a fist bump)turn it that way, O'Bama, it's an Irish potato. (Black Shawn laughing) How's that?

Black Shawn :
Yeah.

Tommy :
Hey, by the way...another part of Irish family wisdom. I wouldn't turn my back on Franco for at least a couple of days.