:31:00
Fired workers are shooting each other
at the post office. Where are my units?
:31:03
Where are my units? 6-6? 6-6 X-ray?
:31:06
Level one emergency! Level one
emergency! Where are my units?
:31:09
The dead are rising, but you
can't tell their faces from the smoke!
:31:13
[Wolls] Somebody holdin'him
or somethin'? Is he trying to jump?
:31:16
[Sister Fetus] Go on home, sinners!
:31:18
Go back to your opium pipes
and whiskey bottles!
:31:20
- What's with the rabbis?
- They love to hang around with us.
:31:23
They offered us money
for a new rig, so I deputized them.
:31:26
[Sister Fetus]
Back to your slot machines...
:31:29
ribbed condoms, Mexican divorces...
:31:31
your sex clubs and martinis.
:31:33
Back to your hot oil wrestling,
Washington lobbying, organ donation.
:31:37
- What do we bring?
- Better bring it all.
:31:41
You guys grab all the gear. Let's go.
:31:43
- This guy a jumper?
- Got a call for shots fired on the 16th floor.
:31:47
- The jumper called right after.
- He landed on 14.
:31:49
[Chuckling]
:31:53
I'm goin' to 16.
:32:17
He must've left the tub on.
:32:20
[Reggae On Radio]
:32:54
That's it. Nobody else home.