All language subtitles for Shameless S08E03 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

It's okay. Mum's here.

Libby's a better mum than you'll ever be.

-Liam!
-I mean it.

I heard a whisper that Frank's missing.

[Libby] When was the last time
you saw him?

Bastards!

[Monica] Liam and Stella are my babies.

And they should be with me,
with their mum.

[Frank] What the fuck am I doing here?

And where is here?
[echoing]

-[tapping]
-[intro music]

Anyone watching, thinking we know fuck all
about knowing fuck all about owt,

needs to watch their back.
[cries out]

So, you've had your Labour,
reclassifying skunk,

sending prices sky high,

literally, literally taking the grass
from its own roots.

And now you've got your con-dem-nation,

Liberals noshing Tories
like altar boys picking dimps up.

Have we had
a national fucking stroke or what?

Is revolution a word or was it never?

Anybody watching, needs to know

we cope better than average
with irony in Chatsworth.

Well, for fuck's sake,
we live in Manchester

and they charge us for water!

I wandered lonely as a clown,
necking mushrooms rarely found,

this green and pleasant land
in ancient times...

yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak!

It's not theirs anymore.

-This is our England now.
-[cheering]

Party!

[intro music]

[intro music fades away]

[sweet melodic music]

[Micky] Stay in school, kids.

Don't die of ignorance.

Just say "no."

[reaper] Checkmate!

[Micky] Shane Maguire...

Fighting for peace and unity
in our community.

[Shane] You know, when I was at school,
not that I went much,

they asked me what I wanted to be
when I grew up.

And I wrote down, "Jamie Maguire".

They told me
I didn't understand the assignment,

and I told them I did. Perfectly.

You see those that can, do.

And those that can't...
jog on, knobheads.

The school contract's too risky,
and it's shit money.

Hear him out.

[Kelly] With these,
today Saint Morrissey's comp.

Tomorrow, every school
in a fifty mile radius.

All thanks to this fucking genius.

I directed it.

Pass us those sausages, son.

We already make triple from security jobs,

and they don't bring the police
to our door.

Working with kids. CRB check.

[Kelly] We told the truth.

Even if we've had to make it up.

Gonna finish that?

[Shane] Hot off the counterfeit press.
I've told 'em, we vet our own staff,

and it saves them money
having to do their own checks.

And who'll be out collecting
while you're in schools?

I'll get staff.

Pay is not enough
to cover costs for staff, Shane.

He's right. We can't afford it.

[Mimi] Sorry.

What's that in aid of?

A new kitchen.

With the wedding money.

A new kitchen won't bring Frank back.

We don't want him back.

You should've let that beastly Monica take
the whole clan while you had the chance.

Now we're left living like paupers
in this shithole,

looking after their kids. It's madness.

I am making the best of a bad situation.

It's not too late.

You have all that money, don't waste it.

We can leave, buy our own place.
A fresh start. You and me...

-We're getting a new kitchen.
-We could get a nice...

-little bungalow in Chorlton.
-It's my destiny!

[shouts] We're getting a fucking kitchen!

-Oh, baby... I am sorry to shout--
-Sponge bath!

[camera shots]

[Micky] "Dear Timmy,

I'm sorry your dirty protest for
our rights to a conjugal didn't work.

Bastards.

I hope this sexy picture of me
murdered like one of your victims,

as requested in you last letter,
makes it past the prison guards,

and brings you warmth
in your lonely isolation.

Kiss, kiss. Micky Maguire."

You've not long suffered
a major heart attack and, to be blunt,

I'm concerned.

When someone's gone through
what you have, they can go two ways.

Wrap themselves in cotton wool
and live like a nun,

or like you... seize the day.

Neither work. Both end up dead as a dodo.

I've seen it hundreds of times.

Doctors'll tell you if you can't do things
in moderation, abstain.

Well, I say fuck that and fuck them.

I can give you
a few healthy lifestyle options,

give you a good balance,

so you're not giving up
everything you love.

And by the time I'm done,
you'll outlive all of us.

And what qualifies you, like?

Healthcare receptionist for ten years.
I'm practically a certified GP.

And...

I only charge a fiver a sesh.

Duty calls.

Legs in the air time for me,
early night for you.

School in the morning.

-Nah, it were a shit idea.
-Cos Jamie said?

I can't believe you're even working
for him after he fucked you over,

fucked us all over.
Now he's got the business, this pub,

and he'll probably take everything
we've got, if you let him.

Fiancee's jilted me.

Ran off on his stag night,
God knows where.

I'm thinking of suing him
for breach of promise.

Got to catch the bastard first. [chuckles]

Aren't you hot?

Hotter than a peppered fart.

No.

Yes... No!

[Patty from upstairs]
Libby, I need the toilet.

[drilling]

How did you get to be so bold?

How do you become...

so confident?

So unself-conscious?

[Patty] I'm touching cloth, Libby.

I have been living
like a fucking Stepford Wife

since the age of five! [sobs]

-[Libby cries]
-Hey, eh, eh!

[Avril] Men are like a pack of cards.

You need a heart to love 'em,
a diamond to marry 'em,

a club to whack 'em,
and a spade to bury the fuckers.

[laugh out loud]

Useless pigs.

From now on, my romantic night in
will be a bottle of wine for foreplay

and the four finger boogie
to finish me off.

[laughter]

Well, I've found there's only so long
I can go without a shag.

You know, a proper shag. Anyone'd do me.

Especially the new priest at church,
Father Dooley.

-[gasps]
-Religion's never been so sexy!

[laughter]

Who's that?

Poco, me ex.

He was a Scouser. D'you know him?

As fucked up as that question is,
I do, as it happens.

He used to sell weed
from the back of a caravan.

And every time he sold an ounce, he'd go,

[both]
"Buzzin' laughin', toffee apple kidda!"

[laugh out loud]

[together]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

[laughter and cheering]

Drip the hot wax into the water,
and whatever shape it makes,

will show your heart's desire.

Ah, it's a butterfly.

[wax dripping]

It looks like a cock!

[chuckling]

Looks like a minge!

[Avril and Libby laugh]

[Avril] it's only a bit of fun!

[wind blowing]

-[slap]
-[Jackson groans in pain]

[panting]

["Another Brick in the Wall"
by Pink Floyd plays]

[school bell rings]

[chattering]

Wait a sec.

I fucking warned you. Behave!

How do you feel about mentoring?

There's a year seven pupil. Jude Kendo.

He's really bright, lots of promise,
but he's been having problems,

lacks confidence... bullied mercilessly.

And?

We've got an idea who's targeting him,
but Jude won't tell.

He could really benefit
from someone like you.

There's a small fee available
from the mentoring association.

[Shane] His name's Jude? And he's ginger?

Jude the ginge?

Ginger Judy?

Poor bastard!

[Timmy] "Micky, good news.
Parole's been granted.

By time you get this,
I'll be on me way to you.

I can't wait for us to be united.

A promise is a promise,
and I'm going to bum you paraplegic.

Love you lots and jelly tots,

Timmy."

[eerie music]

[electronic suspenseful music]

-[Libby] Frank, can you hear me? Over.
-[ear piece whirring, beeping]

Loud and clear. Over.

-[Libby] Come back to me. Over.
-[ear piece beeping]

[Frank] I'm coming!

Do you want me to pick you up something
from the shops on the way?

-Over. Over.
-[ear piece beeping]

[Libby] Milk and teabags. Over.

-[alarm]
-[Frank yells]

[Libby] Quick, they're coming. Over.

Where are they? I can't see them. Over.

[Libby] Move Frank, move! Go! Over.

Who are they? I can't see!

-What's going on? Over.
-[Libby] They're in the ceiling shafts--

[water dripping]

[high-pitched buzzing]

Nice one.

What the fuck?

-For emergencies.
-What kind of emergencies?

I dunno, if some little twat goes psycho
with a knife or summat?

It stays in the locker. Last resort only.

Don't you ever knock?

You haven't been turning up
for our power walks.

And I'm sure I saw you
at the shop earlier,

you looked at me... and you ran off.

Wasn't me.

Anyway, the boys got me some stuff,
they're looking after me now, see.

-You okay?
-I'm tired.

Shattered meself.

I've not had a decent nights kip
since I slapped a sex ban on Jackson.

Meems?

I just popped in to ask if you could
give us a hand with some painting.

I think it'll be a really good exercise,
just a few skirting boards.

Why are you so interested in me?

I care.

You still owe me a fiver.

Pay me later.

-[slamming]
-[cheering, indistinct shouts]

Oi, you little fuckers!

[Shane]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's all right, Ches.

Ches, it's just fight club.

I can stop 'em kicking the crap
out of each other on the playground,

but they're only gonna fight after school.

And then what?

Stabbed? Shot in a park
for being "dissed" in the classroom?

Boys need to be boys,

and this is a better way for 'em
to sort out their shit.

[metal clattering]

Peters versus Manning.

Place your bets.

Dig deep.

-[coins clinking]
-[indistinct conversation]

-Who you going for? Manning?
-Yes, I bet for Manning.

Thank you very much!

I didn't know he'd be getting parole,
did I? And that's not the worst of it.

He wants me to do
all these sick sex things with him,

which end up with me either dead
or him frying me cock in a pan.

He knows me name,
where I live, everything.

I got desperate,
that's why I started writing the letters.

I just needed someone. [sobs]

You need to come out.

Don't you think I've tried?

-[beeps]
-[moaning over TV]

-Fish fingers for tea?
-Yeah.

What you watching?

[moaning]

I've seen this one.
The turtle gets twatted.

[exhales infuriated]

I just think you need to be more direct.

But I can't say it. Every time I try,
the words just won't come out.

Micky, pass the salt.

By the sound of things,
you won't have to when he turns up.

If I get found dressed in suspenders,
strangled by a pair of panty hose,

on your head be it.

-New clothes?
-New me.

Same again, Jay.

Will you stick us down
for the paint-balling as well?

I can pay now.

And, er... whatever she's having there.

Double.

[Jamie] Flush are we?

It's pay day.
Shane's raking it in at the school.

Waiting for a hot date?

A mate.

Yeah, he's dead hard.

Built like a brick shithouse and mental.

-He'll fuck you up if you take the piss.
-Just asking.

No, I mean I thought
we could use him, you know...

send him on hits what we need done.

Sounds dangerous.

Yes.

[baby babbling]

[male voice] Micky?

Don't hurt me, I'm with child!

Who the fuck are you?

Timmy.

I don't really wanna wear your bollocks
as earrings, that was me cell mate.

You were writing to him,
but he's illiterate.

I replied to your letters instead.
That's how it started.

I thought if you knew the truth
you'd stop.

I should have known, the name's
a dead give away. Fucking Timmy?

[Micky]
I poured me heart out in those letters.

-And they inspired me... to be who I am.
-A twisted sex cannibal?

Gay.

But... I'm married.

Does she know she's a beard?

I've tried to tell her...

the words just won't come out.

I wanna be like you.

Out and proud.

You need...

someone?

And... a place to stay?

I can't face me wife. Not tonight.

What's wrong?

You don't see it?

Your body's decent.

Nice legs.

Arse is... pert...

and round.

Really top.

Boobs...

[stuttering] I... need the bog.

Thank you, Carl.

[Timmy] Micky...

Micky...

Me head's sticking to the carpet.

Can I sleep in the bed with you?

-Go to sleep.
-[Timmy sighs]

Please.

No funny business.

[Timmy sobbing]

[sobbing] Shhh!

What's up?

Put a fifty percent cut
of what you're making into the family.

You wanted nowt to do with it.

[Jamie] That was before I found out
you've pulling in a few more ton

with your extra-curricular.

[Gabriel] Come here, you little queer!

-[rumbling]
-[Jude crying]

[kids laughing]

Is that the way you want it?

Tough shit. It's mine and Kelly's...

[shouting] Shane!

[kids laugh]

[kids jeer]

[Shane] I'm supposed to be your mentor.

Not doing a good job of it, am I?

Mentoring the wrong brother.

A heads up on the evil twin
would have been nice, though.

He's the one bullying you, in't he?
Did he do that?

What are you doing after school?

[drilling]

Two words...

Mutton... Mutton.

I have two words for you.

Nursing... home.

I'm not letting you take me to the doctors
dressed like a slapper.

I'm not taking you anywhere.

You're too old to be behaving
like a rebellious teenager.

You think that's what men want?

What I want.

Men want class, decency.

I've more to offer than you,
even at my age.

Oh!

Boys, if you had to choose...

This...

or that?

Ridiculous.

[Libby] To make a fair point,

she may be disabled,
but she's still in perfect working order,

if you catch my drift.

Disgusting!

Drink at the Jockey later?

A thank you for all your hard work.

-Look after Stella.
-Doctors!

I have an appointment of my own.

Twenty years overdue.

That is, it's me dad!

[Chesney] It's tramp sex. I told you.

It's been making the rounds,
Facebook, mobile phones...

And look at the date.
That was the stag night.

Knew it. He's a fucking prick!

We can email the poster
and find out more info,

see if he's been spotted anywhere else?

Keep it between us, though, yeah?

Libby's just getting over
me dad doing one.

So, not a word. Not yet.

-[eerie music]
-[shouting] Help, help!

[Libby]
No one can hear you scream in space.

[flash]

[Frank in fear] Libby?

Thank fuck.

What's going on? How did I get here?

[Libby]
They took you away in the night.

Who?

[Libby]
They come out mostly at night.

Mostly.

[eerie music]

[rumbling]

You're not Libby. 'Fuck are ya?

[rumbling]

-[high-pitched eerie music]
-[Frank whimpers]

[shouts] Who are ya?

Who are ya?

-[eerie music intensifies]
-Get away from me, ya bitch!

Oh, shitting hell!

[flash]

[screaming]

[Frank in panic] It's got me!

Ah, get off me. [screams]

[Frank grunts]

Very therapeutical, painting.

Give it nice long strokes.

Don't stare too long.

Jackson says it's got hypnotic qualities.

[chuckling]

Lighten up.

Stop touching me, you, ya dirty dyke!

Let's make one thing clear.

I love cock.

Big cock, small cock, fat cock,
skinny cock, old cock,

young cock, knobbly cock, straight cock,

all kinds, the lot!

Shuttlecock?

Ladies, check out my butterfly.

You're all bloody at it!

She's cock-a-hoop.

-I've always wanted one.
-[Avril exclaims] Oh!

It's lovely, Libby.

Why would you scar
your own body like that?

It's only a tattoo.

-It's a slag badge, that's what it is.
-[Libby] Wind your neck in, Mother.

And stop following me around
like a sodding lapdog.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been a week since my last confession.

And the devil has gotten into my soul,
and it panics me breathless.

I've been having impure thoughts
about another woman.

I dreamt she kissed me on the lips.

Then, slowly moved along my body
with her tongue,

and then licked me...

downstairs.

I only wanted a friend,
and now I don't know what's got into me.

[panting] Tell me more.

About the dream.

[Father Dooley panting]

You getting off on this?

Oh, my God!

[both] Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom...

[shouting with pleasure] come!

[breath heavily]

For what she did to me,

I could kill her.

Comfortably.

And I know she's ill,
and I know she can't help herself,

and I know that if she was
in full control of her faculties

it wouldn't have happened,

that what he did,

whatever buttons he pushed
to get her where he wanted her, I know...

if she was well, it wouldn't have worked.

But it did.

And I've got this anger.

[panting] This anger,
and I don't know what to do with it.

[paintball shots]

[indistinct shouting, cheering]

[Shane] Jude, relax it.

[shots]

[Shane] There you go.

[Micky] Timmy, it's set.

Tomorrow at mine. Neutral ground.
I've made sure there'll be no-one else in.

[Timmy] But Micky, we've got a little boy.

-[Micky] Abort, abort!
-[shots]

[Micky grunting]

[Timmy] It's because of me son
that I have to do this.

I want him to be as proud of me
as I am of him.

-[several shots]
-[man] Fuck me!

[Micky grunting in pain]

We're on the same team, you dildo!

It's not an excuse for what I did,

and you've got every right to be angry
because I took everything we had

and I just threw it back in your face,
and I don't know why.

And I know you don't believe me.

But I've never...

I've never loved anybody like I love you.

And the worst thing is,
because of me condition,

I could end up hurting you all over again.

We could get to a place
where you could trust me...

Where I could trust myself,
and I could just fuck up.

There's nothing I can do about it.

Oi!

I want you to start
standing up for yourself, okay?

Take no shit, whatever the cost.

What?

Don't mean you have to be physical.

You're smart, aren't you? Use that.

I tell ya, scare tactics
are just as effective.

I do know what it's like, you know.

My brother used to beat the shit out of me
when we were kids.

Broke my arm once.

Hated the fucker.

Then he...

He did something bad,
and he got sent down.

[coughing]

When he came out, he was like
this new person, you know, he'd changed.

We were brothers again.

But...

he made me do something...

bad.

He hadn't changed.

He changed me.

To be just like him.

You can't let that happ--

[suspenseful music]

[loud knocking on door]

Are you ready?

[clears throat]

[exclaims joy]
[sighs]

Hiya!

[breaths heavily]

Sit, please.

Can you, er...

-take little Timmy?
-Come on, mate.

I want you to know...

that I love you.

[both sigh]

Us... it was real.

But I can't lie any more, Linda.

And I don't know how else to say this
[stuttering] to make it sound...

[mouthing]

I'm..

[huffs]

[mouthing]

I'm gay.

I mean, he's gay.

We're both gay.

Not with each other, though.

-[Linda sobs]
-I'm sorry.

[slamming]

[Linda shouts] You home-wrecking faggot!

-I'm sorry.
-[grunting]

[Linda] Should've fucking known.

Bastard! [punching]

[grunts]

[shouts] You bastard! Bastard!

-[Linda] Why?
-[kid] Naughty, naughty daddy gay!

-[groaning]
-[Linda shouts] Bastard! [sobs]

I've wrecked your family.

I'm a coward.

I'm finally free.

Because of you.

You're stronger than you think.

I couldn't cope with losing my family.

It'd destroy me.

I've been fighting with who I am
since I can remember.

My family have only just found out.

-In time, they'll come round.
-What if they don't?

They deserved to know.

Don't you think
your family deserves to know?

[mellow music]

-Go! Get out!
-[indistinct shouts]

[menacing electronic music]

Shane?

Get 'em out, get everyone out!

Shane!

[alarm bell rings]

Fuck!

Fuck!

[blasting]

[all shouting in panic]

[Jude] You told me to.

This is not what I meant, and you know it.

You've planned this.

I know about Project Skull Fuck.

I planned it and planned it.

Wished for it. Dreamed about it.

Kill them all.

[soft dramatic music]

It's the only way to stop them.

But...

I didn't.

Scare tactics.

Drop the gun, motherfucker!

What are you doing with that?

Emergency.

Does it look like one?

Put it away.

Will I have to go away now?

You're not going anywhere.

-He is.
-[police sirens outside]

Are you serious?

Err, hang on Jackson,

I watched Micky squat over your face

while you drank beer poured down
his arse crack for a dare at Frank's stag.

I thought you'd be alright with this.

Firstly, I didn't, and if I had,
what happens on stag stays on stag.

Secondly, I don't respond well to threats.

That kid was tormented day in, day out.

Failed by the school, by the likes of you.

-He was driven to it.
-I can't risk my career.

What if today Jude hadn't gone
trigger happy with a paint-ball gun

and decided to do summat else instead?

I dunno, something much worse,
like hang himself in his wardrobe.

Let Gabriel fuck up Jude's life
and walk out of here scot free,

then I've... We've failed.

-[sirens]
-Let go, let go of me! Let go!

[Gabriel] Let go of me!

Let me go!

-Let me out!
-[slamming]

I haven't done anything!

It was him! Let me out!

[sirens]

[Jamie]
How will we know the counselling's working

when the only time we see each other
is in that room?

I want Connor home.

I want you both home.

-Are we ready?
-Probably not.

But we need to be together
and take that risk, sooner or later,

if we're serious about us.

I am.

But what about the rest of the family?

I run things now.

And I'm making sure we've got the security
we need for our son.

You look smart.

Going anywhere special?

Business.

Think about what I said.

[ringing]

Cos of your heroics
the phone's been ringing off the hook.

Schools from all over want to contract
the best security firm in the Northwest.

This is getting a bit big for us.

We'll be selective.

Jamie wants in.

You're both invited
to a very special dinner tonight.

[Cilla babbling]

I've got something
very important to announce.

The cheeky prick, Jamie can fuck off!

I told him, no!

This is ours.

Look, I'll get this lot off to the bank,
you make some calls, get the ball rolling.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.
There must be a mistake.

I'm calling on behalf of Maguire security,

your school made an enquiry about...

[exhales deeply]

They're mine and Kelly's future.
And we'd like 'em back.

You're using the Maguire name,
we're entitled to a piece of it.

So now it's all our futures.

Don't take it personal.

You made it personal
when you went behind my back.

Things have changed.

We either work together
or we don't work at all.

I underestimated ya, I hold my hands up.

But don't let pride get in the way

of the family benefiting
from something you started.

The business isn't me. It's us.

I want the contracts back.

I'm not giving them back.

I didn't expect you to.

Winner gets to keep the contract.

You taking the piss?

It's only fight club, Jamie.
Nothing personal.

We do this and I win,

I keep the contracts

and I get a cut of whatever else
you make out of the business from now on.

-[crowd chanting] Fight, fight, fight!
-[punching]

[groans]

Chicken curry in a can? Dirty bastards.

Forty cigs, please, love.

A word?

I had a dream.

-About us. Fucking.
-[store door opens]

[Mimi] Thought I was turning funny.

Tempted to drink from the furry chalice?

I run a lesbian aversion at mine
if you're interested.

Dirty twat!

He was sniffing your arse, Lillian!

I know. And he's paying good money
for the privilege.

[inhales deeply]

I know you're not a dyke,
and neither am I.

A misunderstanding, that's all.

Have you ever had a girlfriend?

Fuck right off!

A friend... who's a girl.

I've never had a friend.

Only family.

Tell you what, pay for me cigs
and we'll forget all about it.

-[Lillian] You still--
-A friend in need is a friend indeed.

But a friend with weed is better,
and you've got plenty.

So this bitch is a friend for life.

[whispers] Come on.

I want to tell you all something...

Just know that I'll always love you.

I'm gay.

[Cilla cries]

Whoa! Hey, look, I was only joking.

Hey, I'm not really!

[sighs] Got ya!

[Libby] You are awful.

Kitchen's looking fab, Mum.

[sniffs]
[huffs out]

You're a grown woman.

A grown woman who isn't capable
of taking herself to the toilet.

Well you're in for a shock
if you think I'm gonna wipe your arse.

What's happened to my Libby?

I let you put me down,
mould me into the person you wanted.

And then Frank came along,
with him... I thought I was finally me!

But your venom of control and manipulation
had poisoned my veins,

because just like you thought
you could change me,

I thought I could change him.

I don't blame him for running.

I should've run myself, a long time ago.

Shove the hippy crap up your hole.

Whatever happened to my mother?

Let go.

I wanted a better life for you.

Let go!

I didn't want you making
the same mistakes I made.

Stop lying!

[Patty] Your youth.

Looks.

Optimism. Ambition.

I never had any of that.

That's why I didn't let you.

[sighs]

I'll take the good with the bad.

How about you?

The old Libby hasn't completely gone,
there's still lots I love.

But she could never have done this.

Every nook and cranny, boys...

A nice little bonus in it for you.

[Patty moaning]

Someone tell me what the hell's gone on.

Not allowed to talk about it.

-It's the first rule.
-[both chuckling]

Are you two fuckin' cracked?

Micky's got more sense.

Dinner! Fuck! You two get cleaned up now.

We okay?

Put these away in the safe, will you, Mam?

-What?
-New business contracts for the family.

[Mimi] How's things going with Karen?

I've said all I need to say.

Ball's in her court now.

Sorted.

[groans in pain]

[door opens]

-Sorry we're late.
-You're not just late...

You're not even fashionable late.

You're two fuckin' hours late!

I bend over backwards, sidewards...
anything for you, lot.

But I ask you to do
one little thing for me...

Had special invitations,
hand delivered and everything.

[sobbing] But you blew me out,

cos you're all too wrapped up
in your own shit!

-Get a grip!
-[smacking]

We're here now.

Tell us.

No.

For fuck's sake, Micky,
what's all this about?

-Oh, grow up!
-No!

You don't deserve to know.

You're not ready for me.

You might never be.

Why's everybody talking
in fucking riddles today?

This is your fault.

Why's this carrot shaped like a knob?

Bye now.

A stronger heart for our home,

and a better life for all of us now.

Wedding money well spent, eh, mother?

A new kitchen
or a life with Frank Gallagher?

No contest.

Come and see our fabulous new kitchen!

We'll be down in a bit.

What are you watching?

-Nothing.
-Porn.

-Move.
-Don't.

Move!

[Shane]
Disillusionment is all over the place.

I mean, who really creates
those opportunities that you wait for?

It's not teachers, not aliens,
not gods. You do.

And that's fine,
as long as you know this:

there will always be some cunt
to stand in your way.

And sometimes, you just can't win.

[shouting] I will kill you!

I'll fuckin' kill you!

Frank!

Libby?

[Monica] You're awake.

Monica?

I didn't want you to miss the birth.

I get woozy just looking at oysters,

why the fuck would I want
to watch you give birth?

Oh, not me, Frank.

You.

[Frank] How can I be preg...?

[gut rumbles]

-[blood splattering]
-[Frank gasping]

-[growling]
-[squawking]

Oh, it's a little boy!

-[Monica] Baby Mick Hucknall!
-Ahhhh! Noooo!

[screams]

Libby! Libby!

[nurse] Shit, he's off again.
Sit on his face!

-I'll sit on his face!
-[Frank] Libby!

[doctor]
So, who is this "Frank Gallagher"?

[nurse Fletcher] It's a product
of his schizophrenia, doctor.

He'll only respond when we refer to him
by his "Frank" identity.

The details he's created

are incredibly sophisticated.

Lives on a Chatsworth estate
with his two children,

engaged to be married
to a fictitious librarian called Libby.

He's made several attempts to leave here
for this fantasy life.

As a result, we've had to keep him sedated
for his own safety.

[doctor]
Is there a history of trauma or stress?

Anything that may have triggered
his condition?

[nurse Fletcher] According to his partner,

he hasn't been the same
since the con-dem coalition.

I would think we'd need
to keep him in for at least another week.

[doctor]
I'm afraid he'll be here indefinitely.

It's for the best.

I'll inform his family.

[suspenseful music]

Remember me?

[Micky] I fucking hate you
for what you did to him!

[Sita] I failed.

[Cromer] I'd like for you and I
to have sex, Sita.

[Sita] He's offered me a way ahead.

[moaning]

[Jamie] Karen, no.

[Karen] I'm going in as an out-patient,
I'm gonna get my meds assessed.

[Karen] Have you been here
this whole time?

I'm not sure.

[Micky]
D'you know? You'd suit a Brazilian, Barry.

[outro music]

[shouting] Stop eating pussy!

Stop eating pussy!

Stop eating pussy!