All language subtitles for Shameless.US.S07E10.HDTV.XviD-FUM[ettv]

Ah, man, you missed Shameless last week?

That was the one where
we were all naked.

And having sex.

With each other.

Why did you come back?

Haven't you ruined my
life enough already?

I am dying, Frank.

It's okay. I have a plan.

I bought a small business.

You have any tips for first-time owners?

Yeah. Don't do it.

Made a profit yesterday, 32¢.

Big news

Attention residents!

You have no legal right to
keep Franny from her mom!

So give us the fucking baby!

Lana, what's going on?

I am the owner of Alibi.

To being a family again! Hoorah!

I wanted to ask if it would
be okay if I worked here.

I need somebody to run
my Fluff And Fold service.

I miss being around people with
minds like Professor Youens.

And Professor Runyon.

Stay away from me.

Don't make this any uglier
than you already have.

We admire the
efforts that you have made

to get your drinking under control.

But we stand by your expulsion.

You're drunk.

You gonna give me shit now?

I already have one out of
control addict in my life.

I don't need two.

I've had a hell of a day.

We haven't really spoken in weeks.

You're busy, no time for me and my shit.

- Ian Gallagher?
- Yeah?

Mikhailo Aleksandr
Milkovich escaped last night.

Mickey?

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Million Dollar Sunday Tournament every Sunday

That time already?

It's orientation week

for a new group of teens
at the youth center.

Gonna have a bunch of
15-year-olds crushing on you.

Wears off after a week.

Hey, you still tired?

Feel like I was in a bar fight.

You were pretty restless last night.

Cops are out looking for your ex?

Definitely caught me off guard.

Escaping from prison,
that's-that's pretty wild.

Do you think he'd, um,

try to reach you?

I'm not getting involved in his shit.

I'm not.

All right, Mickey's...

fucking nuts.

Cool.

I'll catch you for dinner later?

Hope so.

Bye.

You all done?

Hey, Chad, what's going on?

Go get your book bag.

Do you know what she wants?

No no, it's no problem.

I'll be at Patsy's in about 30 minutes.

Yeah. That's fine. Thank you.

Come on.

Liam, come on!

Gonna be late for school!

I'm on CPT.

What?

Colored People's Time.

Let me guess. Frank?

Hey, man, are we on the north side?

Fuck me.

Hey, baby.

Oh, your breath smells like Pop Tarts.

- What's for breakfast? I'm starving.
- Coffee smells great.

If you are going to be
staying here temporarily,

we need to go over the rules.

Oh, Grandma's little cabbage patch.

First thing's first,

there will be no drugs
or alcohol in this house.

DCFS is going to make
unannounced visits,

so nobody handles
Franny who is not sober.

Mostly sober.

No exceptions.

Curfew is 11 p.m. which is also bedtime.

No sex in the apartment.

Anybody who eats the groceries

needs to chip in on the groceries.

You know, it seemed like just yesterday

you were at the homeless
shelter begging for my help.

And now, you scammed your
way into your own home.

I won't say I'm not
proud of your ingenuity,

but you might want to ease back

on the Stalin-style home care.

It's not a scam, Frank.

Neil and I are in love.

And he's brain-injured, not deaf.

Aren't they cute?

Neil reminds
me of that pet hamster

Debbie had as a kid.

The one you killed in the bathtub.

You remember that, Frank?

Yeah... that... it was a total accident.

I was told hamsters could swim.

- Mm.
- Debbie's in love.

Love is not supposed to be cute.

Love is raw

and destructive.

Love is you almost
stabbing me in the heart

with an ice-pick when we
were having an argument.

That's the kind of
passion you can't fake.

Well, Neil and I don't need passion.

Come on, Franny,

let's go give Daddy a bath
before Mommy has to go to work.

Bye, Franny.

Bye, Deb.

Our thrills don't have to end.

You goddamn right they don't.

You and me, we are immortal.

So I want to show you my plan.

I want to see your plan.

Hey.

Aww, honey.

Whoa.

You look like shit.

Looking like a chip off
the old block there, son.

Did you go on a bender alone?

Fuck off, huh?

Booze bums you out.

Change chemicals.

All right, well, next time
we'll all get shitfaced together.

I'd rather drink my own piss.

Try a speedball after a bender.

Next day, you'll be moving like a pro.

Come on, Frankie, follow me.

Come on.

A stash?

Wrong.

Ta-da.

I was kind of hoping for cocaine.

Oh, we're gonna get all the
cocaine we want with these.

We're gonna sell 'em?

No, we're gonna use 'em.

Frank, I want to write a will...

I don't have anything
solid to leave the kids.

Those kids don't need an inheritance.

It'll ruin 'em.

Look, I lifted this
from my old dealer, Eric.

He had a plan to rub
a police evidence room

and get off with the drugs and the cash.

How much cash?

Eh, those aces hold
like 75 to 100 grand.

If we get off with half,
we're golden, Frankie.

Wouldn't it be great to
be outlaws together again?

We could just get wasted together again.

No, remember all the thrills
we had when we were kids?

When I used to lure guys into the hotel

and lock the bathroom
door so we could run off

with their wallets and drugs?

Sweet bird of youth.

Yes.

Look, I want to leave each kid

five grand so they can
get a good start in life.

Will you help me make amends, Frankie?

- Want some?
- Yeah.

Ohh, thank you.

That's the fifth time
she's called this morning.

Let her bake.

I'm pissed.

And I still really don't
understand what happened.

Deed, business license, liquor license,

bill of sale, all with
our signatures on it.

That looks just like my handwriting.

Because it is. Mine too.

How does Svetlana own
our bar and our girls?

Not our girls, just our bar.

She told us we were
signing adoption forms

but really it was papers making
her the owner of The Alibi.

- So we still own our girls?
- Yes.

- And she still owns her kid?
- Yes.

- Who owns the titty van again?
- Still ours.

So technically, she just owns The Alibi?

- Correct.
- Fuck her.

Her name is still
on our bank accounts.

Bitch might be cleaning
us out. We gotta close 'em.

Can we get her arrested for stealing?

What do we tell the cops when they
see our signatures on the forms?

- That we're idiots?
- All right,

I hate to tell you I told you so

'cause I know you're heartbroken,

but this just proves that I was
right about her without saying it.

You just did say it.

I worked at that bar my whole life.

So now what?

What, Svetlana's our boss?

Do we still get paychecks?

The bar checking account is in her name.

We need to get her ass
down here. I got questions.

Oh, she can keep her lying
Russian ass over that bar.

I don't want her back in this house.

- Then we'll go to The Alibi.
- I want to stab her fucking heart out

Right. I'll go alone.

Hi.

Chad said you wanted to see me?

Yeah, sit down.

Order up!

Everything okay?

Morning, boss, and, boss.

- Coffee?
- Uh, no, thanks.

- You can top her off though.
- Hmm.

You bought Wendell's Wash N Dry.

How's it going for you?

Why, it's really starting to pick up,

but-but I'm able to balance
it with my job here at Patsy's.

Relax, Gallagher, I'm not firing you.

I want to buy you out of that lease.

What?

Y-you want to buy Wendell's?

I own the building.

And I'm absorbing all
the outstanding leases.

I just bought it.

And I will give you 80,000 for it.

Just to take it off your hands.

'Cause public records show
that's what you paid for it.

Yeah, I-I mean, put a lot of money

into turning it around.

And I promised the woman
that I bought it from

that she could keep living
in her place upstairs.

She's been there since the '60s.

Ninety-thousand.

Well, I really appreciate this offer...

And you don't have to answer today.

Tomorrow will be fine.

So, uh, I will see you

here tomorrow at, shall we say,

nine o'clock?

It's $10,000 profit.

And that will save you the grief
from having to run that dump.

"Dump"?

Ow.

Dude, what the fuck?

Miss me?

Mickey.

Where are you?

Meet me at the
south shore docks in an hour.

Drop the phone in a sewer.

We figured it out.

The adoption papers thing?

- Pretty tricky stuff.
- Hmm.

And I slept in shit room
upstairs like you asked.

Now can we be a thrupple again?

Uh, pretty sure that's a no

since you betrayed us and stole our bar.

It is not betrayal.

I am superior manager at Alibi.

It should be in my name, not yours.

This is not news.

Oh, yeah?

Then why'd you do it behind our backs?

It's simple. You would try to stop me.

Good point. Still shitty.

The way you run bar, we
are bankrupt in six months.

You are big, lovable poppa,
but you are stupid manager.

I save us.

Now we have money for our family.

Well, we want it back.
And I'm not stupid.

You didn't know the difference between

adoption papers and sales documents.

Wordy stuff confuses me,
and it's not the same.

And taking our bar is way
worse than being stupid.

It's cunty.

Overdraft charges on many checks,

penalties for late taxes, no insurance,

distributors overcharging for alcohol?

Stupid.

V was in love with you.

And nobody breaks her heart but me.

Except I don't break her heart.

So that leaves nobody.

Taking the bar is not about love.

You tell V to stay in
thrupple, everything is fine.

I handle money. Family remains safe.

And what if we don't
stay in the thrupple?

Eh, this is not better option.

And now there's no deed.

This is only a copy.

I filed paperwork with
county clerk and IRS.

Damn it.

Big Poppa...

Don't call me that. It's creepy now.

Nothing has to change.

You still work for me at Alibi.
I still love V. I still fuck you.

Do not ruin life for one small thing.

Hey.

She's about to nap for an
hour, so what can I tackle?

You think this place
still looks like a dump?

I could maybe hang up a
few posters or something.

But I was only planning to do laundry.

Nah, just help me fold this stuff.

I gotta take food up to Etta.

Yeah, sure.

You talking to Monica yet?

No way. I stay clear of disasters.

Her and Frank are
staying with me for a bit.

Getting crowded.

You still marrying Neil even
though you got Franny back?

Why wouldn't I? We're in love.

And please don't call it a
scam like Frank and Monica.

No, of course not.

This where we drop off our duds?

Yeah, just on the scale.

Like a donut?

Complimentary.

Our happy hour wash starts today.

There's a DJ, comes in at 5 p.m.

You can pick up your
load while listening

to hip-hop and house music.

It's just a laundromat, right?

Kay, 18 pounds

at 75¢ a pound, that
will be $13.50, please.

Here you go.

Have a good day.

Hey, uh,

you overcharged her. It's 50¢ a pound.

- Sign's in the window.
- I took that sign down.

50¢ a pound is low.

As long as it's under a dollar,
nobody really does the math

and we increase profits by 50%.

Smart.

Glad you're working for
me, not the competition.

Your dude looks like hell.

Not my dude.

Shit!

Ow, fff-fuck!

Hey, we got a first aid
kit or something over here?

Behind you on the wall.

Thanks.

Oh.

Sss-shit!

Thank you.

Rough night?

That's a massive understatement.

You, uh, you got anything?

You got any Adderall or weed?

Um...

let me check my purse.

Thanks.

Dude's barely hanging on.

Should we say something?

I can't.

Uh, but his sister should probably know.

Morning, Etta. You hungry?

Got your favorite donuts from Patsy's.

Ate breakfast already.

No. Remember what I said?

No more cat food.

Look, you got to get your
breakfast from the fridge

or from the cabinet from now on.

Food is food.

You know, it's the third time those cops

drove down this block.

Some fuckery's going on.

Must be the Italians.

Think they're looking
for Mickey Milkovich.

He escaped from prison.

You remember him, from the neighborhood?

Milkoviches?

I think one of 'em robbed us in '88.

You know, I'm hungry.

What's for breakfast?

We're gonna be playing
hip-hop and house music

at the Mat tonight, so
remember to wear your earplugs.

You wear your earplugs.

I'm coming to the party.

Gets pretty busy after 7 p.m.

Me and Wendell used to throw parties.

Oh, Howlin' Wolf

once ate dinner right
at our dining table.

He was the blues fella
with the deep voice.

Well, it's not gonna be blues music,

but you're more than
welcome to come down.

I'll make sure nobody
sits in your chair.

Oh, and if the cops
pick up the Milkoviches,

tell 'em we want our VCR back.

Will do.

Evidence room's 203.

Isn't that kind of... right in
the middle of the police station?

Okay. Matches.

- Yeah.
- Fireworks.

Partner creates a distraction

by stripping naked in the hallway

and setting his clothes on fire.

Then when the guard leaves his station,

the other one slips in.

This plan feels a little sketchy.

Which one of us is gonna streak?

- You?
- You're faster.

But you look better naked.

A'ight, we'll flip a coin inside.

Thank you.

I'm gonna need two hits for this.

Ah!

Ready, Clyde?

Let's roll, Bonnie.

Am I happy to see you today, Gallagher.

I need a break from those rookies.

Been a long night of training
a bunch of uninspired dipshits.

You good?

Yeah. Yeah.

Crazy morning.

You, uh, working a double?

Paying for my daughter's senior year.

Fuck prom.

I'm recommending you to train next time.

You could do these in your
sleep, plus, it'll look

really good on your record
if you ever want to advance.

Cool, thanks.

Oh, okay.

Let's ride.

I'm not feeling good.

Are you fucking shitting me?

You're sick?

- Think I'm gonna puke.
- Just go.

Go.

You owe me, Gallagher.

Okay, so the drugs are in that mailbox.

The cash is in that room. Yes?

- Nice and clear.
- Yeah.

Who gets naked?

Uh, heads or tails?

Heads.

Son of a...

- I...
- Okay, listen.

So when you light the fire,

I'm gonna Taser the guard,

then I'm gonna run in, grab the cash.

I'll drop the stacks out the window.

You grab 'em

and then run to The El.

I'm still not high enough for this.

- No, no, I got ya, I got ya.
- Okay. Okay.

Ah.

All right.

Yes.

Move those feet, bitch!

- Now, walk!
- Shit. No-no-no-no.

- Those guys look agitated.
- Yeah.

Eric didn't say anything
about a SWAT team.

- Did Eric use his own product?
- Yeah.

- Hey!
- Yes, sir?

Where the fuck are your clothes?

I... um... I was robbed, sir.

- You were robbed?
- They forced me to strip.

- Yeah.
- Wh-where might I report that?

Level one.

- Level one!
- Level one, thank you, sir!

You with Mickey?

Hey! Back the fuck up, man!

- Get his head!
- Hey! Get off!

What the fuck?

Oh, no.

Hey there. Where are the girls?

Taking a nap while I
do some housecleaning.

I want every trace of her out of here.

Well, we could just pack her
stuff up and take it to her.

Or throw it out the
window. That's cool too.

How'd it go at the bar?

Is she dead yet?

Svetlana wants us to
keep being a thrupple

and work for her at The Alibi.

I'd rather starve than work
for that two-faced whore.

She called me stupid.

Am I stupid?

Fuck her. You're a sweetheart.

Doesn't really answer my question.

Kev, she's a backstabbing liar

who made us both idiots.

What are we gonna do for paychecks now?

I mean, can we collect unemployment?

Hey, that looks like my T-shirt.

And-and-and that's my elephant!

V, are you even pulling
from the right drawer?

Where the matches?

On the table right there.

Wait, why?

Lighter fluid? Downstairs.

Hey. Where is he?

Barely functioning.

Hey.

What's going on?

Nothing. What's with you?

You wasted? On the clock?

What, Sierra tell you something?

No.

What are you, my babysitter now?

Are you?

I came in a little hungover.
I've got it under control.

Go home before I have to fire you.

Oh, yeah? Fire me for what, huh?

For not wiping the bread crumbs
out of the booths well enough

or for not cleaning the
bacon grease off the grill

with expert fucking detail?

You want to piss away
every single chance

that comes your way, including this job,

that's your business.

But don't drag me into it.

Go home and sleep it off.

You're done here today.

Ah, you can dock my
pay or you can fire me.

Huh? You're the boss, big sis.

Yes! Check cashing hole

ought to be good for some cash.

Couple of security cameras.

It's perfect!

We gotta wait until the place clears.

You sure these aren't loaded?

Yeah, I filled 'em with rock salt.

Rock salt?

Oh, God! Yeah!

Frankie, it's like old times.

Motherfucker!

Fuck you!

I'll fucking... fucking kill you.

The fuck is with the blindfold?

The fuck's with you being late, bitch?

You like the high school bleachers?

Our spot, man.

Went all official on me?

EMT.

I came from work.

Mmm.

You look good.

Not much else to do
in there but work out.

So what now?

Laying low with my cellmate Damon.

Mexican banger hit man motherfucker.

Cops come talking to you?

Think I'd snitch?

Look, I'm, um...

I'm getting some new IDs, some cash,

and heading to Mexico.

Wow.

You should come.

Come with you to Mexico?

Thought a lot about you inside.

You're under my skin,
man. The fuck can I do?

Hmm?

Can I do?

Think about it.

How am I gonna find you?

Look up.

Hand over the cash

and give us whatever's left in the safe!

With a little more haste, honey!

Or what? You gonna shoot me?

Oh, what, it's bulletproof?

I'm insulted!

This is nothing but a window condom?

Between you and the
people of this community.

You trying to rob us?

You're the ones who
are jacking up the fees

on the minimum wage guys

just so they can access their own money!

That's a lot more criminal
than what we're doing!

Frank.

Look, everybody gets
robbed sooner or later.

It's the only way to
balance out the economy.

- Frank!
- Come on, be a team player,

go raw, and just fork er the cash!

Craig!

Some old-ass junkies
trying to hit us again.

Which one of
y'all wanna cash a check?

Uh, let's go. No, no-no-no.

What... uh... this is a...

Pull, pull, pull it, pull!

Oh, shit, go! Go! Go!

Hi. How wasted was Lip?

Very.

Should we be worried?

Yeah. We should.

Wow!

This place really turned around, huh?

You can hardly tell it was a shithole.

Thanks? How are things at home?

Oh, V might be literally burning
the house down as we speak.

What?

Svetlana made us sign
some phony adoption papers

and now she owns The Alibi.

She took your bar?

V's on a rampage.

She wants to burn all of her clothes.

And frankly, I'm afraid
of my own wife right now.

Svetlana stole your bar?

She's like a sexy Russian ninja.

It blows 'cause we're
either out of a job

or we have to work for her.

Or we could sue her but
we can't afford a lawyer.

And that OJ lawyer guy's already dead

That is so fucked.

You should call my divorce attorney,

the guy that got me out
of the marriage with Gus.

- He's a shark.
- Oh, also,

I know you and V still
kind of hate each other,

but she seriously misses you.

Do you think you can talk to her

before she kills Svetlana?

Or me?

Uhh... I gotta handle something.

Can you, uh, can you talk more later?

Yeah-yeah, sure, can you just
text me that lawyer's info?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

Well, the outside
perimeter is 30x24.

So I'll have them send an
estimate as soon as they're done.

Hey. What's going on?

Margo thinks you're fucking with
her, trying to raise the bid.

I'm not, I just don't want to sell.

You got a lot of folks
throwing 90 grand at you?

It's not about the money.

I-I mean, I-I fixed
this place up myself.

I could have jumped ship right
after I bought it and I didn't.

It's important to me.

And to all the people in this
neighborhood who come here.

How much did you spend on repairs?

About 8,000.

So counter Margo at a hundred grand

and get ten Gs in profits.

But I wouldn't push
it further than that.

A hundred grand?

Yeah, she'll probably go that high.

But she's got a lot of
irons in the fire, so...

she might walk if you don't move fast.

Ma'am?

- Everything okay here?
- Peachy.

Happen to notice the
fire in your front yard?

Husband piss you off?

Wife.

Wife?

Clothes are good and singed.

- Just put it out, okay?
- Yep.

And if you see any suspicious
activity in the neighborhood,

be sure to report it.

We have reason to believe there's a
couple of escaped convicts in the area.

Let's go.

I was a shit mom, Frankie...

and a shit wife, and I know that.

You're my wild card.

No game's worth playing without one.

You always make room
for me to crawl back in,

but not the kids.

Because they're fucking ingrates.

You're a great mom.

No.

I'm crazy.

I know that and I can't fix it.

But leaving them the money is something.

We gotta make another plan.

Sweet destiny,

what have we here?

A casino bus.

I think I know our next target.

Yes! Yes!

Hey? Burgers.

From that new Shake Shack.

You, uh... got time for a bite?

Ah, I'm the middle of work shit.

I have to find placement for two
of my teens before the morning.

Homeless shelter's overbooked.

Oh, sounds pretty hectic.

Yeah, like epic level.

Gia got kicked out for
pulling a knife on some chick

that she swears was stealing
her bras from the wash.

It's...

I'm letting her crash at my
place for a couple of nights

until we get her situated.

Fucking crazy day.

I bet mine was crazier.

Oh, hold on one second.

Hey, Dina, what's up?

No-no-no-no, uh, tell
'em to keep a slot open.

I-I'll bring her over right now.

Okay. Yeah, bye.

You gotta bounce?

Yeah, there's an opening at
Project Fierce for one of my kids.

It's a buzzer beater.

Uh, do you mind if I
take this to go, or...?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, sure.

But, hey, I'm gonna
call you later because

I want to hear about your crazy day.

Denise Wright?

Washer number seven.

Couple of old guys over there

complaining about the loud music.

Might need to start a Senior Wash.

We've only made a profit so far

of-of 20 bucks at the Mat tonight.

How is that possible?

Couple more weeks like
this and you're cash.

You're stressed cause
of that Margo lady?

Well, I'm thinking about her offer.

What about Etta?

Well, I didn't say I was taking it,

but I'm-I'm trying to think
of good reasons not to.

'Cause we're South Siders
and we don't sell out.

'Cause your sister's
making really good tips.

Forty bucks.

Go right up.

You... okay.

- I-I...
- What?

- Hold me up, hold me up.
- Okay.

- I... no, wait.
- Hold on, what are you doing?

- I can't...
- Oh, you're...

No, I got it. I got it.

Oh, no, this is the first one.

Okay, and then...

Shit.

- We're locked out.
- The f...

Shh.

The fuck?

We can't...

where we gonna sleep?

There's gotta be another way in.

Shh! Yeah.

All right.

Ahh.

Careful.

I know.

- Yes!
- Yeah!

Well done.

Wait. Oh!

Ow!

- Here.
- Yes. Okay.

Oh. Yes.

Hey, what do you think
you're doing, Frank?

- I...
- No, wait!

I told you there's a curfew.

- Yeah, but wait...
- We-we lost track of time.

You're already on thin ice
bringing Frank around here.

- Oh, my God.
- You can't separate

Frank and Monica. We're Lucy and Desi,

Barack and Michelle, Sonny and Cher.

I only know who, like,
two of those people are.

What time is it?

It's, uh, around midnight.

You doing homework?

Yeah.

I was trying to calculate
how long it would take me

to make a profit of $10,000 at the Mat.

After I got past three years,

I think brain shut off.

That long?

Yeah.

What are you doing up?

I couldn't sleep.

You ever, uh,

think about what would have happened

if you ran off with Jimmy-Steve?

Lying sociopath Jimmy-Steve?

My life would be a...

non-stop psycho thriller.

And I definitely dodged
a bullet with that one.

What if nothing ever gives
you that same thrill again?

Will you still feel
like you dodged a bullet?

I don't know.

Probably.

Where's this coming from?

Things have been weird between
me and Trev since Mickey got out.

You mean since Mickey
busted out of prison

and has got half the
Chicago Police Department

circling the South Side looking for him?

Can't get him out of my head.

I'm just trying to stop myself

from doing something I shouldn't.

You turned your life around.

Mickey would set a match to it.

You've done really great without him.

And I'm really fucking proud of you.

I'm gonna see if I can get

a few hours in an actual bed.

Yeah.

- Night.
- Good night.

Knew you'd come.

Knew you'd come.

Come here.

The fuck?

What, you think my life hasn't moved on

since you were locked up, Mickey?

No, I just thought that
you'd be down for me

since the whole reason I
did time was going after

the bitch who tried to ruin you.

I'm not pissing away my life...

Stop.

Fuck!

I have my shit together, Mick!

And I-I have a-a fucking boyfriend!

Boyfriend?

Okay.

What you doing here then?

Hmm?

Tell me good-bye.

What?

Fuck.

Oh, no.

Oh... hey.

Fuck.

Ah, fuck.

Lip?

Hey.

Helene.

You broke into my home?

What?

Are you insane?

You can't be here.

Jesus, Lip.

You've got to move on.

Please.

Get some help.

What's up? It's
Trevor. Leave me a message.

Make it good.

Hey, uh,

sorry I missed you.

Text me if you want to hook up later.

I miss you.

Bye.

Hey.

Hey.

- I gotta go.
- The fuck?

Back to work and shit.

I'm gonna see you again?

Ahh.

And him a brain.

Why, you're nothing
but a great big coward.

- Hey, buddy.
- Huh?

Debs leave you here while
she went to work all day?

Why do you smell like death and beer?

Scare myself.

It's called "living," son.

Maybe Neil would like
to live a little too?

Want to?

Could be some weed

and ice cream in it for ya.

Debbie doesn't let me have
ice cream because of lactose.

What kind of a woman
denies her man lactose?

You just don't need to tell her.

Why don't
you come along with us?

Cool.

We're on our way
to see The Wizard now.

A hundred grand's a lot
of money for that dump.

Twenty-five percent profit in 60 days.

Are you really gonna
walk away from that?

What's the obstacle here, Gallagher?

I promised Etta Tesdale a place to live

if she sold me her lease.

Who?

The old lady that I
bought the laundromat from.

She's got her cats.

She sits in her chair every day.

Where's she gonna go?

Well, you can take
her cats and her chair

and put her in assisted living.

She probably won't even
know the difference.

They get to play lots
of bingo. They love that.

I'm starting to turn a profit.

My family works there.

People in the neighborhood depend on it.

Why should I sell if I'm doing well?

You're smarter than you look.

All right, name your
price. Hundred and twenty?

I-I just don't think that my
conscience will allow me to sell.

You've been doing your research, huh?

I'm redeveloping the whole block.

So I will give you 160,000,

which is double what
you paid for that lease.

It is that or I will go
redevelop another shitty block.

And there are plenty of
those left around here.

So this offer expires
at the end of the day.

Okay.

As soon as he starts his
engine, we make our move.

Son, dive down low, at an angle,

so you... you don't get run over, okay?

If you scrape your face or bleed,

that would be great.

Okay.

- Go.
- Yes.

- Ah!
- Oh, my God.

- Ah!
- What was that?

Just hit that kid in the wheelchair.

Oh, oh, oh, jeez.

I'm sorry! I swear I didn't see
you. You-you came out of nowhere.

- Ah!
- Oh, my God.

- It hurts all over! Ow!
- Okay, okay, you're...

It's time to turn over
that betting money,

gals and guys!

So your wife's wife stole your bar

And she forged your signature
on the licensing documents?

Well, we actually signed them ourselves.

All I hear is forged.

All we say is forged. Got it?

Uh, yeah, r-right, yeah.

She's also a Russian sex worker

which you married under duress

because she threatened

the safety of your family

if you didn't help
her get her green card.

I'm supposed to say "right," right?

Yes, you catch on fast. Smart guy.

Thank you so much for saying that.

You're welcome.

And she also created a
condition of sexual harassment

in your workplace.

Well, we both screwed her,

but I wanted to stop
way before my wife did.

Pressured for sex.

Excellent.

Yeah, so we got any shot
about getting our bar back?

We do. I'm going to have to

see the marriage license,

- documentation of the bar...
- Mm-hmm.

List of joint accounts.

You pay me my retainer fee,

and we'll get started on
the lawsuit immediately.

And when we're finished with her,

she'll be begging
Putin for reinstatement.

Um, what is a retainer fee?

It's cash you pay up-front

to motivate my tireless
work on your behalf.

- How much is that again?
- It's two grand.

Put it in. Put it in there!

Come on! Hurry up!

No, you can't hide that! Give it to me!

- Hurry up! The whole wallet!
- Scum!

Oh, you were just gonna blow
your pension at the slot machines!

Put it in!

- Come on!
- Get the meds!

- What?
- The meds!

- God!
- Come on, come on, come on.

- Okay, thank you. Thank you.
- Come on.

Okay, thanks. Shit!

- Put it in.
- Okay.

I got it. I got it.

Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit.

Hey! No!

No! No! No! No!

Puttin' it into overdrive, pal.

Slamming crowd today.

Happy hour wash in my new jam.

Thanks for spinning, Ariel.

Well, thanks for reminding
folks to tip the DJ.

Hey, Sandy.

Hey.

Look what I found.

What's that?

Eh, tip the DJ a quarter

to play the Howlin' Wolf record.

Aww, Etta, the...

the happy hour wash is already over.

Yeah, the DJ just left.

I-I missed the party?

I didn't get to dance
to my favorite song.

Is-is there another one tomorrow?

Howlin' Wolf, right?

Uh-huh.

You still wanna dance?

Okay, Sandy, but don't you
step on my toes this time.

- Oh.
- There you go.

Wow.

Come here.

Oh.

Yes!

Where have you been with Neil?

He was our little helper.

I threw myself in front of a
moving bus so they could rob it.

What?

It sounds worse than it actually was.

You tried to cripple my fiancé?

Well, I think he kind of took
care of that a couple years ago.

It was for a great cause.

He was a natural.

- Neil is my future husband!
- I know.

I don't care what it looks like to you.

He is good to me.

He does whatever I say.

He is sweeter and kinder

than either of you have ever been.

And I love him, so stop treating
him like a hamster on wheels!

You're right. You're
right. You're right.

He deserves a fair cut for his efforts.

- Here you go, Neil.
- Yeah.

- One-hundred dollars.
- How much was your cut?

Well, Neil wasn't exactly
the brains of the operation...

- Five hundred.
- What?

If you're offering 100, you
probably made at least 1,000.

- I resent that accusation.
- No.

Just give it to her, Frankie.

- Fuck...
- Yeah.

Thanks. Now get out.

- What?
- Deb!

- Now.
- You're evicting your tenants...

- after they pay?
- Now.

What are you, a slumlord in training?

- Jeez.
- Stop pushing!

All right!

- Jesus!
- Deb!

Hey, you coming
or not, Gallagher?

I'll be at the spot.

Just a minute!

I know things have
been weird between us,

but I really need to talk.

Me too

You wanna go first?

I fucked up and lost The Alibi.

I heard.

You?

I cashed in on the Mat for a shitload,

but I sold out Etta and I'm putting her

in assisted living against her wishes.

I forced Kev to screw
a pathological liar

who cleaned us out.

I took a job away from my
single-mother baby sister.

We're assholes.

Completely.

I know it makes me wack,

but I was really in love with her, Fi.

Now my heart is broken
and I feel like a fool.

She didn't deserve you.

You still ended up in
a great relationship.

You got Kev.

So you won.

It sucked not being able to talk to you.

Hmm.

How about we agree never to be

self-absorbed cunts to
each other ever again?

Coming in, buddy?

Yeah.

This good-bye?

Let's ride.

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