Shameless US s06e01 Episode Script

I Only Miss Her When I'm Breathing

[Showtime fanfare.]
You've got to be kidding me.
You don't remember what happened to us last season? What are you, some kind of fucking idiot? rock music - [Lip.]
You got married? - [Fiona.]
Well, are you happy, or Gus seems like a good guy.
Something is going on with us.
We both know it.
Well, I don't want to be that shithead who's sleeping with some nice guy's wife.
What if Gus and I split up? I think I'm falling in love with one of my professors.
Helene you know, she knows what she wants.
She doesn't second-guess herself.
It's really sexy.
See if it's safe to leave? - I want to have sex with you.
- We don't need that.
- I'm on the pill.
- Cool.
You can't have a boy in your bed.
- You do.
- I'm a grown-up.
I'm pregnant.
Are you sure? Oh, shit.
Why are you taping horse to my tummy? 'Cause I'm your uncle, and you do what I say.
- [dog barking.]
- Carl? [Gaither.]
I sentence you to the maximum: one year at the Illinois Department of Corrections Juvenile Justice Division.
Don't you worry.
No one's gonna mess with you again.
Let's do this.
Whoo! - What the hell happened? - He's crazy.
He steal baby.
Bipolar one, acute mania with psychotic features.
- This means - No, we know what it means.
I hate the meds.
You gonna make me take them? You get fucking nuts when you don't.
You can't fix me, 'cause I'm not broken.
I don't need to be fixed, okay? This is you breaking up with me.
Holy shit.
Fuck you! [both yelling indistinctly.]
[siren wails.]
That can't be good.
Oh, I need a drink.
What's the occasion? Cancer.
I've seen what chemo does to a body.
It's not a battle.
That's a lost cause.
Dying is lonely.
We know that.
Doesn't have to be.
Thank you.
For what? [Bianca.]
You've made me happy.
Bianca! [waves lapping.]
rock music Think of all the luck you got Know that it's not for naught You were beaming once before But it's not like that anymore What is this downside That you speak of? What is this feeling You're so sure of? Round up the friends you got Know that they're not for naught You were willing once before But it's not like that anymore What is this downside That you speak of? What is this feeling You're so sure of? [sprinkler clicking.]
somber guitar music mellow rock music Hey.
Hey! Hey! [sighs.]
Come on, man.
We talked about this.
Look, I'm sorry for your loss, but you can't keep sleeping here.
Look, you need to get on with your life, man.
That's what your daughter would've wanted.
She wasn't my daughter.
She was the love of my life.
My sun, my moon, my dusk, my dawn.
The spring in my step, the syrup on my waffle the Tootsie in my pop.
Look, man, I got a grave to dig right over there, and you can't be here when the funeral party shows up.
Have a good day, my love.
I'll see you tonight.
[hip-hop ringtone playing.]
Hip-hop Gonna live [groans.]
Time to get up, old man.
upbeat rock music - [light knock on door.]
- [Debbie.]
Occupied! Time for work.
Don't forget to take your meds.
[growls and smooches.]
Up and at them, Bean.
Ugh, use the downstairs toilet if you're so fucking desperate.
We got to be at the clinic before 8:00 or we're gonna be waiting all day.
We're doing this today, Debs.
We got to know for sure one way or another.
I heard you.
Is she gonna go? Oh, she's going.
How are you today, Mrs.
P-fender? The P is silent, and stop calling me that.
You're still married, though, right? Separated.
- Sounds like a "yes.
" - [chuckles.]
You're the one sleeping with a married woman.
What's that make you? Lucky.
Oh, eh Frank's gonna burn the house down.
I'm never gonna feel, go and take my soul Keep protecting what is good Go away! Oh, my God.
The only thing that's on my mind Yeah, you're looking all around All across the land Now you're never, ever, ever gonna understand Don't you have to open today? - [groans.]
- What is he doing? - Weeping, I think.
- Are you weeping again, Frank? It's called mourning a loved one taken too soon.
- You want a lift to work? - No.
Your shift starts in half an hour.
Meds? Yes, Mom.
I'm not your mother.
I'm just concerned.
Did you take them? [gasps.]
Fuck, Frank.
I love you.
I I just want you to know I'm I love you.
I ever tell you about the time I caught an octopus on the reef outside of our hut and Bianca cooked it on an open fire right on the beach? - Yes.
- Yes.
And the funny little sneeze she would do when she was asleep? [all imitate Bianca's sneeze.]
- Debs, I love you.
- Jesus.
I just I want you to know that.
Go away, Frank.
You almost ready to go, Debs? - I'm eating.
- Well, eat faster.
We got to drop Liam off at pre-K on the way.
Has anyone seen my black armband? She's dead, Frank.
She Jesus.
What's the matter with you people? She was my soul mate.
She probably killed herself just to get away from you.
Can I borrow five bucks? No.
- Debs? - For what? I I want to light a candle for Bianca at the foot of the blessed.
I hope someday you two have the precious gift of feeling what I felt for that beautiful young woman [sobs.]
and then to have that love stolen cruelly from you by a pitiless God, and then maybe, just maybe, you'll remember this day and your father's anguish and you'll be ashamed of the lack of compassion you showed him in his time of need.
I love you, my little brown banana.
I just want you to know.
I don't know how much more of that I can take before I stab him in the neck with a broken beer bottle.
- What are you smiling about? - I'm happy.
- Can't I be happy? - No, not about this.
There's absolutely no reason to be happy about this.
- Are you high? - No.
- [switchblade clicks.]
- [gasps.]
Where did you get that? From Carl's pillow.
Probably has a pipe bomb stashed in there somewhere too.
We should go visit him this weekend.
- No, thank you.
- Why not? - [Debbie.]
- Doing what? Living my life away from my degenerate criminal brother who keeps a switchblade in his pillow.
Can't be late again.
You ready, Debs? Come on.
Hey, Debs.
I love you.
I just want you to know I really, really love you.
guitar chord Hi.
I thought you were gonna set the alarm.
No, I lied.
- I have a class.
- Yeah, me too.
Neo-Marxist philosophy of the Frankfurt School, Adorno and Fromm.
I love Adorno.
You don't even know who Adorno was.
Theodoro Adorno, Negative Dialectics, Minima Moralia.
Now, Adorno advanced a dialectical conception of natural history that critiqued the twin temptations of ontology and empiricism through studies of Kierkegaard and Husserl.
You remembered that.
I had an excellent professor.
No, stay.
I can't be responsible for impeding your academic growth.
Professor Youens won't care.
He doesn't show up half the time.
Well, then you teach.
That's what teacher's assistants are for.
What, to fill in for absent professors? To teach survey courses to business majors who don't give a damn.
Oh, he doesn't teach survey courses.
Applied mathematics and particle dynamics for physics majors.
He still drinking his breakfast? No, he's usually still hammered from the night before.
You know, two fluid dynamics majors reported him to the Dean.
Think he's gonna get himself fired.
Oh, nobody's firing Dr.
He's a member of the National Academy of Sciences.
He's been short-listed for the Fields Prize four times.
Not to mention he literally wrote the textbook he teaches from.
Hey, can I come over tonight? No.
Why? I'm busy.
Doing what? [Kiss.]
dramatic rock music Gallagher.
You're coming? - You don't want me to? - Not really.
Is that okay? She's only 15.
It's your daughter's choice.
- Sister.
- Sister.
Thanks, but I'll be okay.
I'll just wait here.
[breathing heavily.]
[doorbell rings.]
What? Door.
[doorbell rings.]
intense music [baby crying.]
- [Kev.]
It's okay.
It's okay.
- [doorbell rings.]
Baby, go back to sleep.
It's just some idiot pounding on the door.
[doorbell rings.]
Shit, I'm coming! [knocking, doorbell ringing.]
- Oh, good morning.
- Holy shit.
What is with the doorbell? Somebody dying? We have a petition for you to sign.
We are collecting signatures to force the police to do something about the noise.
- [engine revving.]
- What noise? - You don't hear that? - Every morning? - We've asked him nicely.
- Begged numerous times.
We've called the police.
It's the ghetto.
Lots of noises in the ghetto.
Automatic gunfire, people begging for their lives.
Okay, it's not the ghetto; it's our home, and that Turkish idiot is doing this on purpose - because we asked - Asked nicely.
that he remove that rusting car and rotting sofa from his yard.
Well, first of all, Yanis isn't Turkish.
He's Greek or Albanian or something, and that's a Ford Fairlane he's trying to fix up.
What is going on? They want Yanis to clean up his yard.
And stop the motorcycle noise.
They have a petition they want us to sign.
- A what? - Sign here.
Look, I know Yanis pretty well.
Let me talk to him first, all right? Let me we don't want things to get dramatic.
Let me see what I can do, okay? Okay? Okay.
Forty-five, - Gallagher.
- Fifty.
Ready to go? guitar music Peace out.
Deuces, fam.
- Deuces.
- White boy Carl! [all chanting.]
White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! White boy Carl! On the door.
[buzzer blares.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah - So it's positive.
- So we're pregnant? Would you like to discuss your options going forward? Oh, no.
No, no, thank you.
We're having this baby.
[child laughs.]
You're not pregnant? I'm not.
Are you okay? It's for the best, Debs.
Come on, let's get jelly doughnuts before I drop you off at school.
[toddler babbling.]
Come on.
[knocks on window.]
Professor? Professor Youens? Hey.
Holy shit Is that a new scratch? It didn't look like that yesterday? No, I don't think so.
Is there any blood or bits of clothing stuck in the grille? - Nope.
- [sighs.]
Good rule of thumb, Philip: you start sideswiping cars, it's time to pull over and park.
Boss Tweed cometh.
How do I look? Honestly, like shit.
Morning, Dean.
Glorious morning, wouldn't you say? Go, thee witch.
Your virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese.
One short stack with sausage, two over easy with bacon, hash browns, and a side of Texas toast.
Does Debbie seem okay? She was actually disappointed.
It was all I could do not to start dancing the Nae Nae in the middle of the waiting room.
- She's in love.
- She's 15.
She's got all those hormones slamming around in her body screaming, "Procreate!" Fucking Otis, he won't pick up the phone.
- How late is he? - Over an hour.
Otis, man, what the hell? Come on.
Seriously, you got to get here on time.
I got held up.
I'm sorry.
No, sorry's not gonna cut it.
You're assistant manager.
- Get your ass here on time.
- All right.
I think Otis is using again.
Hey, Otis, you using again? - No.
- There you go.
We go see Mickey today.
Hey, Yevgeny.
No, thank you.
I told you I'm not gonna see him again.
But he won't see me if you don't come.
Well, I'm done with that part of my life.
I pay you.
How much? - Twenty-five.
- [scoffs.]
Okay, $50.
Do you want to go fishing tonight? Hmm? Date night.
- Fishing? - Yeah.
Come on, you're gonna love it.
[bell tolling.]
Uh, excuse me.
I'm I'm late for work, and you all look like you haven't had gainful employment for decades, so if you don't mind, I'll just, um Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's been 23 hours since my last confession.
I just can't understand why God would take her away from me, Father.
Her family threw me out of the funeral.
My own family ridicules my pain.
Why, Father? Why? It was God's will, and she's in a better place.
But why? Why, when we had just found each other? Is God really so vengeful? Why is he punishing me with this torment? All right, ten Hail Marys and light a candle.
Ten? Really? Just ten? All right, 20.
What the hell do you want? Do you want me to tell you to flog yourself with a cat-o'-nine-tails, make you wear a hair shirt? - What's a hair shirt? - Oh, damn it, Frank.
It's not the Middle Ages, and there's a line out there for confession, so will you please let other people come in here and confess their sins? Well, Jesus freaking Chr If a man can't find a little comfort from the Catholic Church, maybe it's time to admit Martin Luther had a point.
Let's give the Lutherans a try.
Don't give me that look.
What could you possibly have to confess? Your cooch dried up before Nixon went to China.
[bell tolling.]
[man chanting in Latin.]
hard rock music Spoonful of sugar [engine revving.]
Yanis! [engine revving.]
Yanis! [engine revving.]
Yanis! [engine revving.]
[revving winds down.]
Bike's a little loud.
Can you tone it down a bit? People in the neighborhood starting to complain.
Oh, yeah? What people? The lesbians? Did you take the muffler off the bike? Let me tell you something, Kev.
These dykes can't tell Yanis Gregorian Papadiamantopoulos what to do, okay? They're always complaining.
Always complaining about my yard, my fence, the color of my house, my dogs barking.
They're calling the cops.
These rich lesbo bitches always up in everybody's business! Yanis, what does their sexual orientation have to do with you taking the muffler off the bike? Kev, my pit bulls can tell when a vagina hasn't had a cock in it, okay? That's why they bark.
Look, I know they're a pain in the ass, but we need to figure out a way to get along.
"Oh, we got to figure out" Twenty-six years I've been in this house.
Twenty-six years, Ke I fucked my first girl in that house! My mom died on the toilet! Dead in that house! Never any complaints from anybody! Ever! They call the cops one more time, I'm gonna go over there, I'm gonna rape-fuck the dyke out of them until they are begging for more Yanis! All women beg for more Yanis.
[engine revving.]
[bell dings.]
That's a great color on you, Mrs.
Really brings out your eyes.
Let me refill that.
You can take it back to the site.
Slow down, girl, you're gonna ruin our reputation as a greasy spoon.
You gonna charge them for that? Free refills, right? I want to get half your tip.
And I want a pony for Christmas, but I ain't gonna get it.
Can you get your brother to hurry up? I've seen trees grow faster than he's bussing that table.
Hey, you need to pick up the pace a bit.
Nobody's waiting.
It's not a big deal.
It is a big deal.
The boss is watching.
- [crashing.]
- [people gasp.]
upbeat rock music Otis, stop! It'll be fucking worth it if I gotta catch you.
Damn it, Otis! [siren approaching.]
[tires screeching.]
- Stop! Hold it right there! - [people gasp.]
Graveyard empty and the book been closed Don't pass the plate, just put down the rose - [people gasp.]
- Get off me! Gonna get out the valley so the shadow don't grow Get off me! Get the fuck off me, you pigs! Guess our reputation as a shithole is still safe.
Ian, why don't you take your rag and wipe that blood and snot off the window? Looks like I'm gonna need a new assistant manager.
Well, look at what's going down the river now Big steam whistle gonna blow, man, blow Look at what's going down the river now Let the wheel stop turning, let the anchor go Showboat, pretty boat, stop awhile Make a little music for the baby to smile Showboat, pretty boat, you and me Gonna sail on down to the shiny sea [no audible dialogue.]
We go down to the field to the sandy shore Lay down the plow, leave the milk in the cow Down to the field to the sandy shore Just to look at what's going down the river now Master in the cabin with his head hung low Tide been a-turning but the boat won't go Hit rock bottom, left high and dry Down in the delta where the river runs high [no audible dialogue.]
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[no audible dialogue.]
[no audible dialogue.]
I love Ben for a boy.
Or Catherine, depending.
Or both if we have twins! I think we really need to get our families together to talk about the baby.
My mom and dad and your sister No, no, no, no.
Just not yet, okay? I looked up Lamaze classes online.
There's one at the Y on Tuesdays.
We can do it together.
Look, I got to go.
I'm behind on my alignment worksheet for auto.
Okay, just don't forget about our appointment after school.
What? Planned Parenthood, 4:00? Right.
[person coughs.]
[mouthing words.]
[mouthing words.]
Okay, uh, listen up.
Professor Youens has been unavoidably detained, uhh, so let's review chapter 26 in anticipation for next Friday's test, okay? Um that's, uh, differential equations, uh, applied probability, approximation theory, asymptotic and variational methods.
Um okay, most of you were lost on optimal polynomials on the last quiz, uh, so once you choose the degree and domain of the polynomial, the polynomial is chosen to minimize your worst-case error, so the goal here is to minimize the maximum probability of P(x)-f(x), where f(x) is the actual function here.
Uh, P(x) is the approximate polynomial.
X varies over the chosen intervals.
Now, for well-behaved functions, there's always an Nth-degree polynomial take you to an error curve that oscillates back and forth between positive epsilon and negative epsilon the value of N+2 times brings you back to your error of epsilon.
Got it? It's possible to make contrived functions f(x), for which no such polynomial exists, but these rarely occur in practice.
Thank you, Mr.
Now who knows what Mr.
Gallagher almost got to? A Chebyshev polynomial approximation? [rock music playing.]
What the hell are you doing? I bought some fancy empty bottles from the bartender at The James.
These idiots put so much fruit and coffee and crap into their cocktails, I can serve them jet fuel.
They'd never know the difference.
Hi, uh, appletini.
No pussy drinks.
Vodka only.
Uh, what about a negroni? Grow testicles.
What'd I tell you? Classic, right? [laughs.]
Uh, what about ice? Can I get ice? It's $10.
Uh, it was $8 yesterday.
This is so going on YouTube.
Uh, my change? My tip.
Fucking fantastic.
Oh, shit.
Yeah, cheers.
Jesus, twenty bucks and you get to treat them like shit? They love it.
They think it's authentic or some crap.
Hey, hey, hey, you know, you should save that.
It's gonna be worth a mint when they win the doubles at the French Open.
Hey-o, Frank.
- The usual, barkeep.
- Still one a day, Frankie? I got to say, I never thought you'd be able to stick to it.
Six ounces every 24 hours.
No more, no less.
I'm impressed in spite of my deep loathing for you personally.
Just trying to keep it real, friend.
Good Lord only gave me two livers.
What's with all the lumberjacks? Urban pioneers.
They overpay for drinks, like to be abused, and love these curry muncher flicks.
I tell you gents about the love of my life? - [groans.]
- Beautiful, magical, - pert-breasted, luminous - Damn it.
Yes, you've told us.
We get it.
She had nice tits.
Moving on.
- Shut the fuck up, Tommy.
- [laughs.]
Sick fuck.
Evening, boys.
Those are good-looking work boots.
Thank you.
I recently experienced a tragedy.
I lost the love of my life, a beautiful, magical, pert-breasted, luminous soul named Bian [camera shutter clicks.]
Otis wasn't using.
He was cooking.
Cops found over 100 crystals in his toilet.
His toilet? Well, the the tank.
It's a terrible place to hide your stash.
Past experience? I was a connoisseur of household stash spots.
Back of the toilet, that's a rookie mistake.
It's the first place they look.
So no more Otis? Yeah, I guess I'm gonna have to find and train a new assistant manager.
We really need one? Unless you want me working - Hey, you should do it.
- Do what? The assistant manager gig.
You're organized, good with people.
No tips.
You should think about your future.
Get a little management experience on your résumé for when you're looking for your next job.
- Are you firing me? - You offering Fiona Otis's job? Uh, table four needs coffee, Melinda.
- What about me? - What about you? I've been here longer than her.
I'm gonna need somebody who's dedicated to the job.
I'm dedicated.
I've been working in this roach motel for nine years.
Yeah, you gonna work weekends and holidays? Christmas Eve, Thanksgiving Day? - I have a kid.
- Yeah, me too.
That's why the assistant manager works Christmas and holidays.
You're just offering her the job because she blows you.
I'm right here.
I mean, it's a great side benefit.
You leave your order up under that heat lamp any longer, your tuna melt's gonna need sunscreen.
Think about that assistant manager thing.
You'd be great at it.
Did Professor Youens grade my dynamical systems paper or did you? Uh Yeah, this was me.
I deserve way better than a D.
Uh No.
No, no, no.
You you plagiarized it, dude.
"Qualitative behavior of dynamical systems or equations of motions that are primarily mechanical can impact solutions of differential equation" You sound like a Nobel Laureate.
You know why you sound like a Nobel Laureate? Because you were.
You lifted it from Ketterle.
No, I didn't.
What, you want me to Google it? All right, listen, rewrite it in your own words, hand it back to me tomorrow, I'll only knock you down one letter grade, all right? Thanks.
He a friend? No.
You could have had him expelled.
Yeah, well, the kid seemed like he needed a break.
So you assumed the decision on what to do next was in your purview as my teaching assistant? Uh I don't think he's gonna do it again.
You should consider teaching.
- Teaching? - Yeah.
The noble act of passing on knowledge to hungry minds starving for something to pull them out of their shallow little Facebook worlds? - I hear the pay kind of sucks.
- [sighs.]
That your objective in life? An unconscionably large paycheck? Yeah, sounds all right to me.
Plus, you know, the student loans are piling up.
Are you even intending to repay your student loans? Uh, no, no.
Probably not.
So why not then use your talents for something more challenging than managing a hedge fund portfolio and paying off your Ferrari? Think about it.
light rock music [sighs.]
How long now have I been here? And how long will I stay? Got a little more work to do Before I'm on my way - Tying all my loose ends - Debbie.
Still got debt to pay My boyfriend, Derek, the baby's father, is running late.
Uh, when he gets here, can you ask someone to send him back? Sure, honey.
Before I get there Before I show up Before I'm somewhere Before I grow up I'll be here taking in right now Till I'm ready to go When my time comes along to move on Then I'll already know [Fiona.]
Debs, did you get my text about picking up hamburger buns? Nah, it's me.
Carl! Oh, my God! Holy shit! Hi! When did you get out? - This morning.
- Why didn't you call? Oh, Jesus, your hair.
Nice, huh? Uh, it's different.
I thought you had another couple months.
Got out on good behavior.
Yo, what's up, my nigga? Cracker.
Wow, your voice.
It dropped, like, two octaves.
Yeah, my testicles dropped too.
How'd you get home? G-Dogg picked me up from Kewanee this morning, drove me back up.
Are you hungry? You must be.
Nah, we hit Popeye's on the way back.
Could I have a friend sleep over? Is it G-Dogg? Nah, just a kid I met.
A kid? Sure.
That'd be great, and we should have a party, a a welcome home party.
Right? The whole family.
- Yeah.
- Does that sound good? Okay.
It's really great to have you home.
It's good to be home.
rock music [buzzer blares.]
[no audible dialogue.]
Say hi to Yevgeny like you care.
What's up, little man? You're getting big.
You never know when they're watching.
Oh, what, that fat fuck? Could give a shit, believe me.
All he's thinking about is whether to have extra helpings of kielbasa or pierogies at his mom's tonight.
I got another job for you.
Joe Francetti, C block, 602.
They pay $2,500, but you must stab him in the eye.
- Dead or blind? - Doesn't matter.
- Either way.
- What's my cut? Same as last time.
He just gonna sit back there the whole time? Lots more jobs coming in.
We make a lot of money with you in here.
Fine, look, why don't you take the milk sucker and scram? I want to talk to Ian.
In the eye, yes? - Yes.
- In the eye.
In the fucking eye.
I got it.
Thanks for coming back.
Svetlana paid me.
You look good.
Got a new tattoo.
Did it myself.
Hurt like a son of a bitch.
It looks fucking infected.
Kind of hard to round up a clean needle in here.
Gallagher's spelled with two Ls.
No, it's fucking not.
Been thinking about you.
You ever think of me? Gonna wait for me? [chuckles.]
You're here for 15 years.
Yeah, but I'll be out in eight with overcrowding, so You tried to kill my sister.
Half sister, one.
Two, like you give a shit.
Bitch had it coming, calling fucking MPs on you.
[buzzer blares.]
Time to wrap it up.
Will you? Wait? [guard.]
Let's go.
Move it in.
Fucking lie if you have to, man.
Eight years is a long time.
Yeah, Mickey, I'll wait.
light rock music Hello Heh-hey.
- What are you doing home, huh? - Yo.
No 40-year-old professor coochie on the menu tonight, bro? Hey, you know about that? Dude, you've been sneaking her in here a couple times a week.
I heard she might be fucking somebody new.
Oh, yeah? Where'd you hear that? Around.
Hey, probably just a rumor, you know, but you should definitely be lining up some age-appropriate dorm snatch.
Have it in your pocket for when, uh, Professor Kinky bails on you.
[doorbell ringing.]
Hi, Mrs.
Is Derek here? No, sorry.
Uh, we were supposed to meet someplace kind of important today, but he never showed up.
I tried calling him, but I guess his phone's off.
Can I leave a message for him to call me back when he gets here? He's not coming back.
Wh what? His father took him to the airport.
He's moving to Florida to live with his grandmother.
You won't be hearing from him again, Debbie.
I'm I'm sorry.
Wait, what? hard rock music What? He can't go to Florida! He can't go to Florida! He's the father of my child! I'm carrying your grandchild! [hip-hop music playing on TV.]
Cook a meal, clean, and she suck me like a vacuum Took a vacation to the county Fourteen and already a convicted drug trafficker.
I got to tell you, son Smoking on the gateway I couldn't be prouder.
I hope hopes for Lip, but with him in college now and this one punching a clock, I was afraid none of my sons were gonna follow me into the family business.
That was strange, though - I love you.
- Ignore him.
No, it's important that you know that.
I really love you.
Sure, Frank.
Living like I'm 16 Call me Dad.
Damn, bitch For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow For he's Which nobody can deny.
Which nobody can deny [Kev chuckles.]
That's all they had left.
- Hey.
- All right.
- These my eggs? - Mm-hmm.
He didn't even make a wish.
So, Carl a lot of the kids in there having to take it up the ass to survive? - Kevin.
- What? That's what everybody's thinking, right? [doorbell rings.]
That's my sleepover.
He didn't answer.
heavy hip-hop music This is Nick.
Holy shit.
All right, I'll show you around the crib later.
Let's hit up the boys first.
Oh, yeah.
Thanks for the party.
Good seeing you all.
Great to be home.
Well, I guess he won't mind if I eat his eggs.
And we can still have our date.
Fishing? Sure.
I'll get my jacket.
upbeat rock music Fishing? Hey And as a matter of fact There's a time and a place We can both trace back to Maybe a concert hall playing rock and roll Or a hole in the wall too How much did you have to pay your friend to let us in here? Oh.
I was holding for him one time when I was busted, and I didn't rat him out.
Lance owes me big-time.
You thought any more about that assistant manager job? - [groans.]
- What? I don't know.
Management? Wouldn't everybody hate me? Well, everyone doesn't hate me.
Sure, they do.
Everybody hates their boss.
That's, like, part of the all-American birthright.
It's life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness, and hating the fucking asshole that you have to work for.
Well, you already have a felony conviction, and people are gonna be reluctant to give you a chance, but with a little management experience on your résumé [scoffs.]
it'll make that next job easier to get.
Yeah, doing what? I don't know.
You can run an office or work at the Midas Muffler shop or the Carpet Warehouse.
A muffler shop? Well you'd really be helping me out.
There's nobody I trust more.
light guitar music - Okay, I'll do it.
- [chuckles.]
Really? Don't make me think about it for too long.
- Okay.
- I'll back out.
Yeah, okay.
This is fucking stupid.
[dog barking in distance.]
Did you fuck her? - What? - Did you fuck her? dramatic guitar music [grunts.]
dramatic rock music [both grunting.]
Shit! Stop! Fucking stop! Shit! What's wrong with you? Stay away from her! You stay the fuck away from her! Stay away from who? From her! From Helene! [yelling.]
From my mom? Huh? Stay away from my mom? Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Get the fuck get the fuck out of here.
Whoa Oh, oh Making a bed for Nick.
Wouldn't he be more comfortable on the couch? Likes the floor.
Was in solitary for, like, a year.
Can't sleep in a bed.
I'll be right there, Nick.
He likes me to have his back in the showers.
Makes him feel safe.
He doesn't know any better.
He's been in juvie since he was nine.
What was he in for? He set his dad on fire.
Accidentally? I don't think so.
Otherwise they wouldn't have been able to charge him with murder.
- How old is he? - Eighteen.
Had to let him out 'cause of his birthday.
He was living on the streets.
Said he could crash at my crib.
He's my brother from another mother.
You feel? We're tight.
[water rushing.]
Don't forget to take your meds.
[knocks on door.]
Debbie? [Debbie.]
Go away, Fiona.
What's up? Are you okay? Just go away, Fiona.
light guitar music You know you can always talk to me if you need to.
I said stop I'm in my head I've been down It was so hot.
You were sweating, and you had all that salt on your upper lip.
I licked it off.
You loved that, didn't you? [sprinkler clicking.]
My God, I love you.
What? You crazy kook.
You're gonna get us in trouble.
All right, all right, all right, all right.
You keep quiet, okay? No yelling or anything like that.
I love how lusty you are.
You ready? Oh, my God, I love your breasts.
Oh, baby.
Oh, it's so good.
Oh, God.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, baby.
It's so good.
Oh, God.
Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Oh, no, no, no.
You get on top.
Love it when you're on top.
Oh, God, baby.
I like to feel your breasts.
Your beautiful breasts.
Oh, God, yes.
Oh, God, baby.
You a sick fuck, Gallagher! Get the hell out of my cemetery! I warned you! Didn't I warn you? I warned your dumb ass! Get your ass out of my cemetery! You crazy motherfucker! Get the hell out of here! Fuck you! Jesus! Get out of here! I hope you rot in hell! [knocking.]
[louder knocking.]
All right.
- You beat up Dylan? - Shh.
I didn't know - You beat up my son? - I didn't know he was your son! - Are you out of your mind? - Professor? Tiffany Thomas.
Yeah, I was in your Intro to Ethics last semester.
What were you doing coming over to my house without calling? - I didn't know who he was.
- Okay, but what were you doing? Were you spying on me? Are you insane? You have no right to be anywhere near my family or my house.
I know.
Yeah, you're right.
It was stupid.
I'm I'm really [sighs.]
I'm really sorry.
[breathing heavily.]
Is Dylan okay or He will be.
He's a tough kid.
He wrestles at Yale.
Oh, Jesus.
His right eye is pretty swollen.
- Says you hit hard.
- Yeah, he hits hard.
I mean, I think he nearly broke a rib or something.
You know, I thought your son was, like, ten, off in prep school or something.
Tiffany Thomas? Yeah, I know.
Guess I was I was feeling a little sorry for myself.
Did you remember her from class? Not really very memorable.
Is she? [gasps.]
What are you doing, Frank? I'm just watching you sleep.
Oh, Jesus Christ, you're really starting to creep me out.
Are you looking out for yourself? Doing breast self-exams? You know, cancer can sneak up on you.
Fiona! Why are you wet? Oh, a misunderstanding with the landscaper.
I'm gonna take a shower in a minute, get warm.
Fiona! hip-hop music [Carl.]
Fiona! Fiona! [yelling.]
What? Stop yelling.
Can I help you? Are you Fiona? Yup.
We're Derek's parents.
Debbie's friend Derek.
We'd like to talk to you about the baby.
What baby? Derek and Debbie's baby.
rock music Holy shit.
What else did I miss? What? Nice panties.
They help me feel closer to her.

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