Fire is born in heat and smoke and light,
feeding on what has given it life.
It takes what it wants, without remorse,
without mercy.
A terrible beauty that changes everything in one instant,
and once it touches you, you are never the same.
- The maze looks bad today. - I bet you say that to all the girls.
You don't have to do this.
Yes I do, if I want to be able to go in while the fires are still burning.
Like any sane person would want to.
Like putting them out doesn't screw the evidence all to hell.
You know, it's a miracle this old cop ever solved a single case before he met you.
You're a great arson investigator.
You set the bar real high.
Not this high.
A year out of the Academy, you just made detective,
now, you've got to get certified a smoke-eater.
I'm gunning for your stripes, John.
Hey, Hugh!
- I thought you were at work. - I just finished my shift.
Figured I'd swing by, see if you needed a little mouth-to-mouth.
Okay. I'll take some of that.
Yeah?
Hey, you two. There's cadets over here.
Where's Gina?
She's actually at Sirico's with your mother.
Too scared to watch. You really ready?
- Can't wait. - You can get killed in there, Reena.
- You don't want to go in cocky. - Fine then, I'll just come out cocky.
- Then we'll go in with you. - Okay, okay.
That's enough. Stand by, now.
Now, listen to me.
We're detectives. We work in our heads.
- Looking, thinking, analyzing. - Flip it.
But this is not the place for it.
It's physical. In and out.
You got thirty minutes' worth of air.
That's all. You lose focus, you get in trouble.
You get in trouble, you fail.
Don't lose focus.
Stay here. Stay now.
Don't forget, this place is deadly.
Radio check.
Talk to me.
When I come out, I'll really be your partner:
You're my partner already.
Not until I'm a smoke-eater like you:
Reena!
Here and now.
Go!
I've been waiting a long time to walk into a fire,
to see flames beckoning from behind a door:
To touch the door
and feel the breath of the beast behind it,
and to open it anyway
and let it out:
I'm going in:
What do you see?
Okay, the room is fully engulfed:
Flames are all over the ceiling:
It's really powerful:
I first met fire
on a cold November night 15 years ago,
when I woke up with a stomach ache
and saw the dancing lights
in the window of my family's restaurant across the street:
They looked so pretty:
Fire!
Fire! Fire!
Reena? What's going on? You stopped moving:
- Talk to me, Reena: - Yeah:
Twenty-six minutes: Status?
- Five by five: - What's your way out?
Yup:
Tunnel: Tunnel ahead:
Then get moving: You've got a long way to go yet:
Got it:
Of course it was blocked:
I never really thought it was going to be easy:
I knew it even that night,
when I first saw the firemen fighting for Sirico's
and losing:
Our restaurant burnt to the ground,
but it was so beautiful:
I felt it almost like a pain inside me:
Flames everywhere, sometimes violent,
sometimes teasing, but always dancing:
And I wondered what it was like inside the fire,
where the firemen went:
And then I saw my dad was crying:
And so was my mom:
And I felt ripped in two,
that something that filled me with so much wonder
was hurting the people I loved:
And that would become the story of my life:
Reena!
Got it: Okay John, tunnel's clear: Okay, I'm moving:
Looks like a narrow, very steep roof surrounded by fire on all sides:
Starting up:
How much time do I have?
You're down to 17 minutes:
That's not bad, right?
It's not great:
And no more dropping off on me:
You know I'm alive:
I sound like The Little Engine That Could, here:
I can hear when you're stopping:
It's called assessing the situation:
It's called getting lost in your head:
As I walked out that night among the fire-fighters,
as those brave men took those little cups from my tray,
there was no other place that I would rather have been:
And now, no other place I would rather be:
We both know there are dark places in there, Reena,
but you can't go there now:
I'm moving: I'm moving:
Reena, come in! Come in, Reena!
Reena! Damn: I lost contact:
But darkness always follows fire,
and in the morning, Sirico's was a dark, sad shell of its old self:
I'd grown up there: I'd learnt how to crawl on its floors:
It had been the heart of my family, the whole neighborhood, really,
and now our heart was gone:
And then I saw him:
He walked right into the wreckage like this was where the work began:
He would make sense of this:
He would fix this: I knew he would,
and I wanted to be just like him:
- What are you doing? - Don't move. Not another step.
You shouldn't be in here. It's too dangerous.
Neither should you.
You could fall right down into the basement. You could break a leg.
You should have a partner. All the other firemen had a partner.
- You noticed that? - Yes.
- What else did you notice? - Reena!
- No! - Busted.
Get out of there!
Sir, please don't enter. I'm bringing her out.
Watch your head.
- I'm assuming this is yours? - Yes. My daughter, Reena.
Minger. Detective John Minger. Baltimore P.D.
Reena, talk to me:
- Talk to me, Reena: - I'm here, John: I'm okay: It's a drop floor:
Bastard!
I'm sending the team in now, Reena:
No! I'm okay: I'm just winded, is all:
They're coming in: We're bringing you out:
Do not bring me out: It's my call: Call off the team:
They're standing down:
Status?
I'm in a box: Is there supposed to be a false wall
or a hidden door or something?
Slow your breathing: You're using too much air:
Less than ten minutes: Slow down:
Come on, damn it! Come on:
- Lf you can see it, follow the smoke: - Okay:
Here, this wall's hollow: I can feel a hole here:
Okay: Got it!
Now I can see a tunnel connecting to an open room:
I'm taking my tank off:
I can't get through the tunnel with it on:
Reena, you don't have much air: You're down to seven minutes:
That's not great:
John, I'm trained to do this: I'm doing it:
It's the only way to get out: I have no choice:
Okay, but get moving:
Heat rises. I learnt that at school.
That's right.
Would you like some more lasagne?
Oh, thank you. No, ma'am. It was amazing.
Thank you.
But, since you're here, I have one more question I'd like to ask you both.
Is there anyone who might have a grudge against your family or your restaurant?
God, no. Bianca grew up here. Sirico's is an institution.
Are you saying this was on purpose?
Well, as Reena noticed, the front door was open.
The smoke detectors were disabled. Gas was poured on the floor.
There were trailers to combustibles. Someone knew what he was doing.
Who would do that?
Competitor? Former employee?
A customer you or one of your employees might have argued with?
- No. - Dad...
Reena, not now. We run a family place.
The neighbors have been calling all morning. Nobody hates us.
Joey Pastorelli hates me.
Joey doesn't hate you.
Why do you think he hates you?
After school he knocked me down and hit me and tore my shirt.
Okay, we're closing in on it now, John:
Closing in on what?
What do you see?
Fire:
And I knew for all its beauty,
fire is the color of anger:
Fire is the color of hate:
Yeah, but I'm thinking, if some kid, some boy, roughed up my daughter,
I'd have a few words with him and his parents.
Oh, I did.
Reena was...
Well, Reena was a mess.
My God, Bianca...
What did you do, Gib?
I went straight over to the Pastorellis'.
Joe Pastorelli answered the door.
He's usually out of work.
I lit into him. I was just so pissed off.
I was upset. I mean, she's just a little girl.
I know it's not Joey's fault.
His dad beats him black and blue.
I said I was tired of his kid bullying mine and it was going to stop.
This time Joey had gone too far and I was thinking of calling the cops.
If he couldn't teach his kids any better, then the cops would.
I mean, we were yelling at each other.
He said you were a frigging do-gooder asswipe
who should mind his own damn business.
He said, "Somebody ought to teach you a lesson.
"You and your whole family." With swears.
I think I'll have a talk with him.
Will you come back?
I'll make a point of it. And you're right.
I need a partner.
Tank is on:
If I had only known then what I know now:
Some fires continue to burn
and burn:
Josh! Josh!
Don't go there, Reena: Stay present: Here and now:
Come on! Focus! What's going on?
A rung broke:
- Two minutes left: - I'm moving:
Yeah: Got it:
Detective Minger and another man went inside.
She tried not to let them in, but they showed her a paper.
I think it was a warrant, like on Miami Vice:
Don't take him!
He didn't do it! He was with me!
You son of a bitch!
You little bitch! I'll cut your nosy nose off!
- Shut up. Get him in the car. - I'll cut your nosy nose off.
I'll cut your nosy nose off!
Dad!
You little bitch!
Come on, Reena. Let's go home.
That was the day my childhood ended:
From that day on, my dreams were haunted by fire:
And I would learn first-hand all the pain it could bring,
and the grief,
and the terror,
and how I couldn't let that stop me:
This was my battle,
and I was going to go for it:
You did good.
- I nearly... - Nearly doesn't count.
Come on.
That maze, she's a bitch, ain't she?
Yeah. But I'm a bigger one.
Come on.
Way to go, Reena!
You made it. You made it.
Gina, you're supposed to have a little more confidence.
Need a Band-Aid, little sis? Tracheotomy?
All right, Xan, you're not even an official MD yet.
Two more weeks and then I'm protected.
I've got a doctor and a detective for siblings.
Oh, Fran, we've got the world's best cook.
Hey, hey. I'm going to tell your mom.
Don't you dare!
Babe, your dad wants to see you in the kitchen
but your mom's got him chained to the stove.
- Okay. Thanks. - Here, let me take that.
- What's up, buddy? - How are you?
Good. How are you doing?
- Hey, hey, hey, Smokey. - Hey, Jack.
That is not a bear. That is my daughter.
Sweetheart. You look tired. So tired.
I made you a brodo, something really light,
because I think pasta's, like, too heavy. So, here we go.
I had just faced fire and come through it,
but many I loved had not:
No, no, no. Shut up. No, you're...
Gina!
I have no idea.
My own private firegirl.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Now I have an excuse to buy a new skirt.
And party. Look, I got you out of the pit.
I only came to get you. Come home.
We still have three days of exams left.
I'm putting mine in the hands of a higher power.
- Come on. - And Josh is here.
- Oh, man! - He's looking all sad and broody.
And he's right behind you.
- Hey, Reena. - Hey. Hi, Josh.
- Did I screw up? - No. I did.
I got caught up in chemistry. I totally lost track of the time. I'm sorry.
Lost track of the century.
Right. Party time!
- She's drunk. Again. - Yeah.
So, chemistry.
- Yeah. - Yeah?
- Can't live without it. - No.
- Were you waiting a long time? - Hours.
- Seriously? I'm so sorry. - Yeah.
Do you want to go some place quieter?
- I wanna go to your room. - Are you sure?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
Yeah, I know that look. You've decided something.
- When did you decide? In chemistry? - Physics.
- Yeah.
- I love physics. - Me, too.
- Bo, come on! Come on! - Brad, this is not my scene.
- You don't know that. - I know that. I know that.
Well, help me through and I'll find you a nice two-by-four.
Brad! Who's that girl?
- Which girl? - Right there.
I've gotta talk to her.
Excuse me. Watch your back. Sorry.
Let me light some.
Right, firegirl. I thought you might want to.
- These candles are new. - Yup.
Bought them for me?
- Months ago. - Months ago?
- Sue me, I'm methodical. - You're very patient.
You're worth it.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
I knew the minute I saw you, you'd be my first.
It took you a whole minute.
Okay, a second.
That's better.
That was amazing.
Why did we wait so long?
I was very patient.
- You were very nuts. - I was nuts about you.
And I just wanted to make sure you were ready.
- Oh, I'm ready. - Yeah?
- Hey, can we do it again? - Oh, great.
Great. I've corrupted a Catholic schoolgirl. I'm going to burn in hell for it.
You obviously don't know very much about Catholic schoolgirls, then.
I think I know a little something.
Is that the time? Oh shoot! Shoot! Shoot!
- What? - I've got to be at home.
What? Home at your dorm?
No. Home at Baltimore.
But, you've got an exam tomorrow.
Yeah. My big sister's about to pop.
I promised I'd cover for her at the shop so she could have one last night out.
- You're a good little sister. - I know.
Between the courses and the firehouse and you,
I've barely been home all year.
Fran is sure gonna owe me.
She sure is.
Will I see you tomorrow?
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
Sorry.
- Hello, handsome. - Hey, who is this?
Who is this strange girl giving out kisses?
She looks a little familiar.
This is our long-lost daughter, whatever her name is.
Ordering. Two large.
- So sorry. - It's all right.
One's for Dino, with double anchovies.
Thanks for doing this.
- I know the timing's lousy. - Last licks.
Go, make Jack chase you down the street.
Another masterpiece.
Who gets the sausage with green pepper?
- Table six. - No. First, you've got to give me a hug.
How do you stay so beautiful, huh?
Come on, baby girl. Let me look at you.
What?
Jack, could you take the pizzas, please? We've got a little girl talk, here.
Am I in trouble or something?
Did that baby name crack I made get back to Fran?
The baby's going to be perfect but the name is unfortunate.
That's diplomacy.
Your dad needs pizza dough, two large.
Okay. All right.
Hey, Dad, incoming.
- You never forget. - I'm born to it.
- Okay. - Okay.
- House salad, two and... - Order up!
You've been with a boy.
- What? - Do you think I can't look at you and see?
Well, anyway...
You have a life at college, you never come home anymore. And now...
- Mama. - It's all right.
- Did you take care? - Yes.
- Does he still respect you? - Yes.
- How long have you known him for? - September.
That long and you haven't brought him home?
Mom, he's a poet. He's kind of shy.
The whole family can be a little overwhelming.
But you're going to marry him
and you need to bring him here so I can see him eat.
Go call him right now. Pronto. Invite him over to Sunday dinner.
- Reena's getting married? - No! No! No!
- Then when? - I don't know. He hasn't even asked me.
And why not?
Okay, listen, his name is Josh Bolton. He's a senior.
He's got a fellowship next year to write poetry in England
and he's asked me to come with him, and that's all we've talked about so far.
What about your studies?
I can take a year off without losing the scholarship.
This is serious.
You've never stopped thinking about fires for even a day.
Every summer working over at the station.
Every weekend going over those cases with John Minger.
They have fires in England too, Dad.
I mean, it will be useful for me to study the different ways they investigate.
She's in love.
Girls do that. Not Reena.
Gib, why don't you just ease off?
Just let her be.
And you go call him right now.
Go call the boy, invite him over.
Okay.
I'm calling.
Hi, this is Josh: Leave a message:
Hi, Josh: It's me:
Did you go to sleep? Did you go out?
My mom wants me to invite you over for dinner.
- Sunday. - Sunday:
- So: : : - Well, tell him you love him:
If you're hearing all this, you know Valium would be a really good hors d'oeuvre:
Tell him:
I love you:
I'll see you tomorrow.
I'll see you tomorrow: Tomorrow: Tomorrow: Tomorrow:
Reena...
Reena.
Reena!
I have something in my eye.
- Hey, hey. - Hi.
I warned you about this. This is normal. It's okay.
Adrenalin letdown. You're safe. You're out.
Josh didn't get out.
Josh was asleep, babe. He didn't know, okay? He didn't feel a thing.
That place was a fire trap.
I helped him light all those candles and then I just left him there.
You were only 19. You were in love.
Reena, it was not your fault. It was an accident, okay?
Hey, you're stuck with me.
I'm fireproof. Fireproof.
Reena. It's okay.
It's okay, baby.
- Oh, my God! - Wait...
Oh, my God!
Wait! Hey, wait.
What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?
That girl. You remember that girl? That was her.
Which girl?
At the party. The one that stopped time.
Oh, come on. That was four years ago.
- Yeah, two times in four years! - Get a life.
Oh, my God.
I had her.
Good morning!
- Is Hugh gone? - Yeah, he went to work.
Come on, Ree. You got work to do.
I'm so tired. I just want to keep sleeping. Please.
Look what I got. Shoes.
- And they're for you. - They're beautiful.
A hundred and eighty-nine dollars? Are you nuts?
They're sexy, red shoes. They have no price.
What is all this? What the hell?
Just on loan.
- I knew I'd never get you into a store, so... - That's probably true.
Your big night. Humungous night.
I want you to look special.
I had my celebration yesterday. What are you talking about?
Try the silver ones.
Those are gorgeous. How much were these?
Just try them.
I got the dress for that.
You're kidding. This is amazing. Look at this.
Ree, you are so beautiful.
I would kill for that neck.
Ree, you want one.
You know you want one.
Don't tell me you're about to give me a diamond ring next.
Someone is.
He's going to ask you.
- Tonight? - Tonight. Yeah.
I better wash my hair.
Think! We can have a double ceremony.
Say yes. You're going to say yes, aren't you?
Reena?
Reena.
You think Josh wouldn't want you to live?
You're like that bird, the phoenix.
You got burnt up and now you're coming back.
- And in silver shoes. - Yeah.
Is that a yes, then?
That's a yes.
- Oh, I love you. - I love you, too.
Keep walking. Come on.
Yeah, go on in. Buy some flowers.
This is good. Up close and personal.
How's it going?
Getting lucky tonight?
- I hope. You? - I wish.
Hey, you didn't hear it from me, but these flowers are crap.
- But they're cheap. - These flowers are no good?
No. You see their heads? They're already starting to droop. No.
You think you got a future, you go over there.
It'll cost you more, but they're worth it.
- Thanks. - Hey, don't mention it.
I was young and hopeful once, too.
So pathetically easy.
Okay. Go.
Here you go.
- Pick up. - It's charged. Clear.
Hey, it wasn't an accident. Did you stop by the scene?
No. I came here first. Reena...
Look at this. Cord from the furnace
was deliberately wrapped around the NG line.
I bet the insulation was stripped clean.
Heated through, burnt up.
- Reena. - And look at this, Sirico's matchbooks.
- Weird, right? - Reena.
Who do you need me to interview?
Hugh was in the shop.
But... He couldn't have been. He's not on duty. We have a date.
Hugh... Hugh was...
Where is he?
Hugh?
Oh, my God. Hugh?
Hugh?
Oh, my God. Hugh. No. No.
No. For what?
Reena.
Reena, I'm so sorry.
Why?
If I went to church I might have an answer for you.
It was an accident.
Whoever did this couldn't have known Hugh was going to be there.
It was just an accident.
- I'm looking for Officer Hale. - I'm Hale.
Well, I understand you removed some evidence from the flower shop fire. I need it.
- And who the hell are you? - I'm FBI.
- We're taking this over. - What makes this federal?
The stand across the street. Got a reco running on the family that owns it.
This is just a small piece of that puzzle.
Not small to us.
We lost one of our own there.
- No excuse for contaminating the scene. - She was just doing her job.
- In her silver shoes? - You're out of line, pal.
I'm not going to ask you again.
And I'm going to want you to make a statement.
It's all right. Just give it to him.
- That, too. - That's hers.
It's okay. It's all right.
Take it. Give it to his family.
I don't give a damn about your reco.
I'm gonna nail this guy.
Saturday morning.
What's your excuse this time?
My house is full of Tupperware.
- My house is full of boxes. - Well, at least I sleep.
You've been here all night.
- Just doing a little catching up. - On what? As if I didn't know.
There have been three more burns.
Exact same MO as the one that killed Hugh.
That makes two in Texas, three in DC,
one each in Providence and Boston, eight in New York/New Jersey.
The FBI told you to lay off.
It's been 22 months and the FBI's got zip.
- You don't know that. - I know that.
Please don't tell me you been hacking the Hoover mainframe.
That was a joke, I hope.
I want this guy. Pastorelli.
I'm not the only one. Send me to New York, John.
Will you go to see one of the shows?
- Put on a dress again? Have some fun? - No.
Then, no. Out of jurisdiction.
- Have you even set foot in your new house? - No.
My mom and Gina are moving me in as we speak.
They figured if they didn't I'd probably sleep on the floor.
- And you probably would. - I probably would.
- And your mother forgives you? - Forgives? Always.
Understands? Never.
In her world, a woman only buys a house with a husband.
We both know that's not going to happen.
Reena, you're a good cop.
In the two years since you joined me, convictions have skyrocketed.
But, sometimes, I'm really sorry I got you into this.
I'm not.
Even after all of this, I wouldn't be anywhere else.
Yeah, I know.
I mean, the least I can do is solve this.
Hugh's already dead because of me.
- Not because of you. - The bastard used Sirico's matches.
So, he got a pizza first. Big deal.
Oh, come on! Those matches were deliberate.
- There's no way that was a coincidence. - You still think Pastorelli did this?
- "I'll cut your nosy nose off"? - You're making this too personal.
Hugh walked into a contracted mob burn.
If he was a target, somebody got real lucky.
No, I don't buy it. Sorry.
Where is he now?
No one knows. He got out after serving his full for Sirico's and disappeared.
All right, I'll do some checking,
but you go home to your new house.
This is from Marge and me.
What is it in?
- That's Tupperware. - That's a shocker.
Thanks.
See you later.
Yeah.
Pretty cute for a first house.
Better get you inside. It's cold out here for you.
I'm talking to a geranium.
That's good.
Hang on a second.
Reena, it's me:
Gina, I only moved three blocks away.
I know where the store is. I already got toilet paper.
- And air freshener? - Yes.
- Come for dinner: - I'd love to, but I can't.
I have to go to sleep, actually.
Good: You've really been looking like you could use it:
Hey, thanks a bunch.
No, seriously. Thank you for this. It looks amazing.
- Love you: - Love you, too.
Hey.
Oh, my God. It's you!
Son of a bitch. There you are.
Yeah. Here I am.
Yeah. Catarina Hale. I just bought the house.
Catarina Hale.
Man...
It's nice to meet you. I'm going to go back inside now.
All this time. All these years. You're better than I remembered.
How about that?
- Do I know you? - I can't believe it. You're just here.
Or maybe I'm hallucinating.
Maybe you are. Does that happen to you often?
You were there, then you weren't.
And you got away. You got away before I could catch you.
And now you're here. You're talking to me and I'm talking to you.
- Not anymore. - Wait!
Wait! Wait! Wait!
Stay where you are!
For God's sake, don't make me arrest you. I haven't even moved in yet.
A cop?
You're a cop? That's so cool.
And you look really good. Okay. Hold on. Hold on.
If I sound like a crazy person, it's just the shock.
Please don't shoot me,
at least until we get to know each other better.
College Park, fall 2000. A party.
Crap! I don't know whose house it was. Group house off campus.
Jill. Jesse? No. Jan.
- I think Jan somebody lived there. - Keep going.
I didn't know anybody. I came with Brad, a friend.
And I saw you across the room and you were wearing this little pink top
and your hair was longer, just past your shoulders.
So I met you at a party?
The music stopped. It was a moment for me. And I saw you and I was like...
By the time I got across the room, you were gone.
Let me get this straight.
So, you saw me across the room at a party over six years ago
and you remember what I was wearing?
I've seen you several times in the past six years,
but we were always going in different directions.
But at that party it was like, for a minute, there was just you.
I know that sounds weird, but there it is.
I thought I made you up, but I didn't.
I mean, look, you're here.
Well, you're still a weirdo.
Not criminally.
- You can invite me in for coffee. - I don't have coffee.
Well, you could come over to my place. I live right next door.
You could come over for a beer or a soda or the rest of your life.
Why don't I make you dinner? Take you to dinner? Take you to Jamaica?
Man, I can't believe how completely I'm screwing this up.
Let me start over. Bo. Bowen Goodnight.
No.
I'm 29. I'm single. I run my own business. Goodnight's Custom Carpentry,
and I've got this real estate thing with Brad.
We buy houses, fix them up, sell them. I can give you references.
I can give you medical statements, financial records.
Please don't disappear again.
- Not at least until I pay off my mortgage. - You promise?
Look, I've been working all night.
So, it's been interesting meeting you.
Wow.
Hey, you've reached Reena: Leave a message:
Are you naked, Catarina? Are you ready for me?
I'm coming: Light the candles, bitch!
- Reena! - In here, Minger!
Got an interview.
Wife's cooking dinner, frying some chicken up on the stove,
grease flares up, catches the curtains.
- Where'd she go? - Bathroom.
Then the phone rang, didn't remember about the chicken
until the alarm goes off. Tries to put it out herself.
Panicked, ran out, and dialed 911 next door.
I got a phone call.
Yeah?
Guy asked if I was naked.
He know your name?
- Get his number? - No.
Minger. Want to order a phone trap. Catarina Hale.
Yeah, my partner.
Tell the phone company to put Caller ID on the line.
Get a Caller ID phone.
You encourage these creeps when you pick up.
So what? She grabs the pot,
spills the grease all over the counter and ends up dropping it?
Something like that.
She was pretty incoherent.
Second degree burns to both arms and hands.
Flames had to get really high to reach those curtains.
Chicken's cooking here.
It's one smart fire that leaps
straight out of the pan and engage the curtains three feet away.
Yeah, well, the wind might have blown the curtains.
There wasn't any wind.
He said, "Light the candles, bitch."
- What? - The guy on the phone.
He said, "Light the candles, bitch."
That could have been anyone,
any of the dozens of guys you put away,
or one of their delightful friends or family.
How would he know about Josh?
It was in all the papers. "Fire trainee loses boyfriend in fire."
You do a Google on your name, it all comes up.
Of course the scum would use it.
Look, you read the file. Josh was an accident.
I never read the files.
The guys at the station said, and I quote, "He burnt up pretty good."
Well, that was after he was dead.
I'll send you the file, without the pictures.
Send the pictures.
You know what? Those flames probably were really huge.
There's grease all over this place. She was a real sloppy housekeeper.
- What time did the 911 come in? - 2:26.
Late for lunch, early for dinner.
Wife said it was her day off.
She just had "an impulse to surprise her husband with a home-cooked meal."
Right. People say too much.
She bought the chicken three days ago.
Not much of an impulse.
- Where's the bathroom? - Down the hall.
Nice furniture. New.
I'm surprised she couldn't smell the smoke.
Look at this. Coordinating guest towels.
Fancy little soaps.
It's like a magazine in here.
The kitchen was an eyesore.
- And you're thinking that bugged her? - Yeah.
A woman keeps a place this clean,
she's not going to let grease accumulate on her kitchen.
I guess you'd better have a talk with Mrs. Greene.
- How did it go? - Great. She knew I knew.
She cried and copped.
We bonded over the price of a new refrigerator.
She showed me paint chips.
So why don't you look happy?
Sirico's matchbook turned up at a burn in DC.
- When? - Exact same time
as the phone call yesterday.
- I'm getting you protection. - He's not coming after me.
The call was to you.
The call was like the matches.
He wants me to know what he's doing.
He's telling me he's coming after someone I love.
You think I should be careful?
You'd better warn your family and Gina.
Yeah.
Anybody else?
Well, there's someone living next door.
- Guy? - Yeah.
And...
Tall and handsome. He says he loves me.
- You knew this when you moved in? - No!
So, you've known him, what, less than a week?
- Yeah. - Fast worker.
You're telling me. My mom's already invited him to Sunday dinner tomorrow.
- Yeah, well, you got to warn him. - Yeah.
"You got a nice smile, but you better get out of my life."
Do you think Pastorelli did Josh?
No, he was still in prison for Sirico's.
- You checked? - I checked.
Look, Josh was an accident.
You talk to the boy. I'll talk to your family.
You won't see the protection, but it'll be there.
How long have you been there?
- Long enough. - For what?
To see you know your way around a kitchen.
Well, I've lived alone for a long time.
Waiting for you.
- Not to put pressure or anything. - No pressure.
Right. If you're doing all of this for me,
I'm going to get a little weirded out.
I've got to eat, too.
Keep my strength up. And I thought after the day you've had,
you wouldn't want to face more flame.
How do you know about my day?
I Googled you,
Miss Fearless Arson Investigator.
I even read all the papers you wrote,
about how you solve a case, the different accelerators...
- Accelerants. ...different patterns they make.
I'm kind of a meat and potatoes guy.
Well, chicken and rice, but...
- It was beautiful. - Thank you.
You really love fire, don't you?
I think your life's in danger.
That's a new one.
Usually I get, "Couldn't we just be friends?"
- I'm serious. - I'm not.
I've never wanted to be more than friends with anybody but you.
That's a fiction.
You're in love with some fiction. You don't even know me.
You don't believe in love at first sight?
Listen, I can't.
Listen, I read about your boyfriends.
So, I get this, you know, and I don't scare off easy.
- I've been getting threatening phone calls. - From who?
I think it's from this guy I sent to prison when I was very young.
- You really are trying to get rid of me. - Yes.
- Well, it's not going to work. - Bo.
No. I'm not giving you up.
I've waited too long for you.
Well, I'll just tell him that next time he calls.
- When he calls you here? - Yeah.
Well, I think you should move in with me.
He's not after me.
Your boyfriends?
Yeah.
Well, maybe I should move in with you.
Hey, does that chicken have to marinate?
It's way better if it marinates.
Everything's better with time.
Do you smell something burning?
- I think it's my pants. - No. No. Gas.
Officer Hale. Vehicle fire at my place.
Bastard! Call it in.
Son of a bitch!
Who the hell would set my...
- It's not going out! - Give me that! Give it to me!
- Get back! - Forget the truck! Forget the truck!
You've got a gash. You're going to need some stitches.
Take off your shirt or something. Let me put some pressure on it...
- You just wanna get me undressed. ...till the paramedics get here.
- Here. Use that. - That'll do.
Don't look. It's better not to look. Here.
You might have saved my life, you know.
Mind you, the truck's not looking so good.
I hate to say "I told you so."
Well, the truck I can replace.
Is this the tall, handsome boy next door?
Bo Goodnight.
- John Minger. You're bleeding. - It's only a scratch.
Let them be the judge of that.
- Want to take a look? - Yeah.
Okay, listen, I want you to stay with Brad tonight, okay?
- What about you? - I've got to work.
Well, can't I watch?
I don't want you anywhere near here, you understand?
- Will I see you tomorrow? - Yeah, you will. Okay?
Look after him.
- I think I gashed my... - Let me take a look. We'll clean it out.
See?
- You okay? Reena, you okay? - Yeah.
- Let me get someone to check you. - I'm fine.
You got here fast.
I told you there'd be people around.
Just took them a little too damn long to know what they were seeing.
- Did they see him? - They saw a guy in a Triple A uniform,
about the right hair color, right height, right weight.
Let's see what he left us. I'll go gear up.
- Anything? - Well, he's good.
He's damn good, but I think I have a partial.
- What about an MO for ignition? - No.
It was too hot and then it got too dark.
I didn't want to freak the street out with work lights.
Afraid the neighborhood homeowner's association would bounce you?
Well, two cars and a garden gnome totalled. Wouldn't you?
- What's this? - I stopped back by. The wreck was cool.
It's the fuel rail.
- What's wrapped around it? - Cord from the trouble light.
Wired to the battery.
Insulation scraped clean.
Just like the flower shop, yeah.
Oh, no!
The bastard killed Hugh.
I need an APB, asap.
He knows the neighborhood. He could be anywhere.
Well, judging from this, his target is Bo. Make sure he stays out of sight.
Yeah, Joseph Pastorelli, '92 conviction.
Bo's at Brad's. He's safe.
I thought you said he was invited to your family's for dinner.
I forgot.
Voice mail.
Bo, it's me. Call me. It's important.
- I'm heading to Sirico's. - I'll send a car with you.
When Bo calls, let me know where he is.
- I'll put one on him, too. - Yeah.
And be careful!
Flowers for the girlfriend?
No, her folks. It's my first family dinner.
Well, they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
- I'm hoping it's not going to be fatal. - Well, you never know.
But you're an optimist, so I'd go with the daisies.
- Daisies are cheerful. - Daisies are good for potential in-laws?
Perfect. Major points for happy, casual flowers.
Okay. The daisies.
How nice. But you didn't have to do that.
My pleasure.
Well, thank you. I'll put these in water, okay?
Hey!
Wow, what a hug.
- I need to stay at Brad's more often. - You were supposed to stay there.
- Okay, guys, this is Bo. Bo, my dad. - Hi. How are you?
Xander.
- Jack. - Hi, Jack.
Thank you.
- Detective Minger: - He's here.
Then we can guess that's where our friend will be coming:
I've got three patrol cars on the street:
You had guys at my place.
Trust me: Everyone's on their toes now:
- Mama wants to see you. - Oh, yeah?
So, when you marry my daughter,
you could take out the walls between the two houses.
Give you lots of space for five, six kids.
Told you it would be funny.
He looks like he swallowed a bulb of garlic.
You got something against kids?
Me? No!
- Well, baby girl, I think he's the one. - Mama!
Well, not only because he gives you sparkle,
and not only because he thinks you're the most fascinating of women,
but because your father's got a beady eye.
Food... I need food.
- Who are we buzzing about? - Reena's beau.
The hunk. Gib's giving him the third degree.
- What do you think? More fennel? - It's perfect.
- Bi? - Yeah.
I think you might get that patio you've been angling for.
Well, I like it when my children bring home useful people.
Hey, we're heading out front.
Well, dinner's in one hour and if you're not all seated at the table
I'm going to beat you senseless with my spatula.
Yes, ma'am.
They're heading outside.
There's going to be women and children inside.
I'm coming out with you.
Hey, I'm fine.
I mean, they talked about killing me but decided against it because, you know, patio.
Well, at least we've got our priorities straight. Come on.
You could throw up a platform in lumber pretty easily, but I'd do a little more.
I'd wrap it around both ends, you know, lattice off the two sides.
Maybe plant something viney. Do a kind of pergola.
I put two uniforms inside and bought them a pizza.
Thanks. Stay here. I'm going to have a look around, okay?
You know, that's more elaborate than I had in mind.
Well, okay. Well, you could just extend what you've got. Resurface.
Yeah, but keep going. Pergola...
Ha! Hooked him.
Well, and carrying the vines up and over the roof. It's just slats.
You know, keeps it sunny but dappled,
so it doesn't drive your customers away when it's too hot and bright.
Mama's going to love it.
Dad, you are so screwed.
There!
Police! Freeze!
Freeze! Freeze!
There he is!
Why? Why?
Who the hell are you?
He's playing with you.
You got him. It's over!
Get him outta here!
Hon, it's over.
Look, you go have dinner with your family.
We got to wait for the feds for paperwork. Okay?
You can talk to him later.
He's not going to get away from us.
- All right? - Okay.
- You okay? - Yeah.
I like your boy.
He's not my boy.
Your boy. I ran him.
He's a keeper.
- You ran him? - Yeah.
So intrusive.
Yeah, I know, but that's what makes it fun.
What's going on, Reena?
- It's okay. We got him. - All right.
Stay for dinner, John.
I'd love to, but I think I'm going to head downtown,
keep Pastorelli company.
Okay, I'll see you down there.
- Good job. - You look okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, hey, hey.
- Wow, what's this? - My specialty.
I'm a fireman. Firemen cook.
- I make a mean chicken. - I like you better.
Bo needs a nice new truck, you know, at a nice price.
- Could you tell Sal? - I'll tell him.
All right.
He's going to build me a nice patio with columns.
- Columns? - It would look like that.
This is great spaghetti, Bianca.
Oh, thank you.
Why?
- Why? - Who the hell are you?
Who the hell are you?
He's playing with you: He's playing with you:
- It's great. - Yeah, I made it.
I don't see a price on this.
I have to do some measurements. But, ballpark, 10 grand.
What? Say that again. Ten grand?
- That's a lot of money. - Well, I'm worth it.
- But I'm not opposed to bartering. - Bartering what?
Meals, wine. "Will work for cannoli."
And also, you know, word of mouth.
I'm just getting established in this neighborhood.
I can give you materials at my cost.
Plus you provide some of the grunt work. Hauling, painting.
- That cuts things back. - Cuts it back to what?
Maybe three grand.
You must really like cannoli.
No. He really likes your daughter.
Okay. When can you start?
- Thanks, Jack. Thank you. - Right away.
- I'm sorry about that. - About what?
The patio, the request for blood tests...
I'm getting one tomorrow.
You're a good sport, Goodnight.
- Yeah, but did I pass? - Does it matter?
- Oh, yeah! - Big time.
Hey, fella, Bianca wants those measurements.
Pronto.
Your mother's not going to let me sleep with you until we're married, is she?
- No, that's my dad. - I get it.
Well, I'd better go.
- I'll see you at home. - I like the sound of that.
You know what I mean.
Your dad said if we take down a wall, we could have room for five or six children.
Go!
I'm a cop. I'm armed and dangerous. It's okay.
Okay.
- Hey, what do we know about Pastorelli Jr.? - Why?
I don't know. I just have a feeling.
Why would the murders have started with Hugh?
Because our friend was in prison for Sirico's until Hugh.
Yeah, but Joey wasn't.
And Joey would have killed Josh, why?
I don't know, because I put his dad away?
According to your dad, Senior beat Junior senseless.
He should have sent you bouquets.
And if you get your butt down to the station,
Senior would probably tell you so.
I'm moving.
Joey, let me by.
Reena!
- Reena. - Did you hear that?
- Reena, you okay? - Hey!
- Hey, get out of here! - What are you doing?
Reena, you okay?
I'll cut your nosy nose off!
Let him go! Dad!
John, it's not the father, it's the son. He was at Josh's that night.
He killed Josh and he killed Hugh.
And Bo is at Sirico's right now with my family.
I want him in protective custody now.
Tell the uniforms to arrest him if they have to,
and tell them I'm on my way and I don't want to beat them.
I don't think that'll be a problem,
Catarina Hale.
Joey Pastorelli.
It took you long enough.
I haven't thought of you in 15 years.
I don't believe that.
Believe it. Put down the gun, Joey.
You were always such a tease.
It used to bother me. Not anymore.
Now I know you do it just to hide from everyone
what you feel for me.
Put down the gun and then we can talk, okay?
Dangling those boys before me.
Wanted me to snatch them away from you.
And I have. A different way every time.
The flower shop and the truck were the same MO.
Hugh was just a stroke of luck.
But Bo...
If I wanted Bo dead, he would be dead.
That was just a little thrill. I was hoping you'd be naked when you ran out.
I would have had you naked by then.
Why are you here, Joey?
I love it when you say my name.
Why am I here?
Because we ran out of time, Catarina.
The game's over. No extra innings for us.
I got cancer.
Probably from the chemicals I use on a regular basis.
But they made such beautiful fires.
- You set fires for the mob. - Father and son. Maybe it's genetic.
But for him, it's just a job.
For you and me, fire is something different. Don't deny it.
We chose it for our life and for our death.
Upstairs.
I have no intention of dying. Put down that gun.
It's happening.
But it can be easy or not.
A gut shot will hurt like hell, but it won't kill you.
Okay. Okay.
Good.
I want you to enjoy this.
Come on.
Now, Josh never got up from that.
Josh...
Maybe I'm weaker now.
Get going.
Bedroom.
Open the door.
What do you think?
I'm finally better than you.
Better than Catarina Hale, princess of Little Italy,
arson investigator. You never caught me and you never will.
- I was getting close. - No, you weren't!
Fiske Street. Broome Street.
Jamaica Avenue.
Grand Concourse.
123rd Street.
You saw me.
You saw my touch.
You were the only one.
- I did them for you. - Don't say that.
I did them for you, Catarina.
I never forgot the feel of your skin.
I just wanted to touch you again.
I never would have hurt you
if you hadn't tried to run away. And now you won't.
In!
So where was I?
My diagnosis? Terminal.
But you know me. You know me. We're the same.
I'm not going out with a whimper in some cold hospital bed.
I'm going out with you in flames.
Take your clothes off and lie down.
- No. - You know you've wondered what it's like
to go into the fire.
To let the flames take you.
No.
- Yes, you have. - No I haven't.
No!
Reena?
- Reena? - Bo! Get out! Call 911!
This is the end I want.
You, me and the fire.
It will be beautiful.
God!
I'm on fire! I'm burning!
I'm burning!
Bo!
Oh, God! I'm on fire!
I'm burning! I'm burning!
- Stay with me! - Get up! Come on! Come on!
- Get out! Bo, get out! Come on! Come on! - Stay with me!
Get up!
Stay with me!
Please stay!
Come on!
- Give me your coat! Give me your coat! - Get it out!
- It's okay! - Put it out!
No!
Stay!
Are you okay?
Bruises, maybe a concussion. You need x-rays. Damn it, Reena.
Later, Doc. Right now I'm just going to sit here, okay?
The burns are just second degree.
- You're a lucky man. - I know.
- John, good to see you. - Hi, Gib.
She's gotta rest. Please, no cop work tonight.
No, ma'am.
You've got to eat. You didn't eat during dinner.
So, I'll make you some eggs because you have to eat.
Okay.
Let me.
Mama.
I'm okay. We're all okay.
You're okay.
Let me see that beautiful face.
What a dirty face.
I love you, Mama.
But I'm hungry.
You're hungry? She's hungry.
She's hungry.
All right, so let's cook.
He was dead before they got him out.
Yeah.
We'll go over it tomorrow. No hurry.
Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, John. Hey, thanks.
- For what? You nearly died. - Nearly doesn't count.
We both should have asked, "What ever happened to that little boy?"
We will next time.
You bet.
But what you need right now is a good carpenter.
Your place is a mess.
- No kidding? - Here. You've been red-tagged.
Red-tagged. How bad is it?
Well, top floor is trashed.
Completely uninhabitable. I'm not allowed to live there.
- That's a bummer. - Yeah. Bummer.
I guess you'll have to go home with the boy next door.
Reena, you want some prosciutto?
What are you doing? There's too much cheese.
Basta!
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