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Here's what went down
last week on Shameless.

Me.
A lot.

Ew.
Carl.

I handled enough
personal liability claims

to know what a six-figure payout
looks like.

You better bring
me a mangled femur.

Hey, if you don't have
the stones to hobble yourself,

find someone
who'll do it for you.

- Aah!
- You promised to help

terrorize my parents in exchange

for me giving you stuff.
A deal's a deal.

How much to stop dating her?

- How about $5,000?
- Is he serious?

He's gonna pay me
not to date your daughter?

How about $10,000?

10 grand.
Should have held out.

- You lost your virginity?
- Does it count if it's rape?

A million guys would kill
to be raped by you.

- Oh, would you shut up already?
- You hear Amy crying?

You're more into the babies
than you are me.

I'm sorry that I
care about their well-being.

What about my well-being?

Our bassist plays.
He's kind of a genius.

- Are you asking me on a date?
- I'll see you there.

This is my girlfriend, Gigi.

- Your girlfriend?
- Fiona is Gus's friend.

Holy shit.

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♪ 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? ♪

Wakey, wakey.

Come on, buddy.
Up and at 'em.

- Morning.
- Well, you're in a good mood

for a man covered
in pigeon shit.

I think I
overdid it last night.

Celebrating my last day
below the poverty line.

- Win the lottery?
- Insurance payout.

I earned it, too.

Broke my femur last winter.

- Tore all--
- Yeah. Good for you.

Meanwhile, why don't you wait
for your limousine

somewhere else?

♪ it's hot in here
even with the fan on ♪

♪ and I'm sweaty ♪

♪ my balls are sweaty, too ♪

- Uh, huh. Go on.
- ♪ but I am cool with that ♪

♪ yeah, 'cause I am cool
with you ♪

The Ballad Of Sweaty Balls?

Yeah, that's--
that's the title.

Just got to come up
with a bridge.

How are we not sick
of each other?

Hm, yeah,
it's only been a week.

So any day now?

Actually,
it's been about 9 days

and 12 hours, but, you know,
who's counting?

Do you like that?

- Oh, yeah.
- Nice.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Oh, thanks for the ride.

It's weird to see you here.

Like, I cut you
out of a photograph

and pasted you
into this background.

Yeah. You know, it's weird
for me to see me here.

So glad you came.

Come on.

It's, uh--

It's nice...

you know, if you like
this kind of thing.

Girls are out playing
a squash tournament.

My parents
are cheering them on.

They're all driving me insane.

I mean, my little sisters
are cute, but they know it.

So you sort of want
to drown them.

And my older sister's
a programmed robot,

would jump off a building
if my parents told her to.

And my dad--

Well, you know my dad.

Oh, yeah. He, ah,
he want his 10 grand back?

Don't hate me
because my dad's a douchebag.

As long as I get a break
from hauling rocks,

douchebaggery is--
it's not a problem.

♪ a nigga gotta get
that money ♪

- ♪ that money ♪
- ♪ a nigga gotta get ♪

- ♪ that dough ♪
- ♪ that dough ♪

♪ a nigga gotta get
that money ♪

- ♪ that money ♪
- ♪ a nigga gotta get ♪

- ♪ that dough ♪
- ♪ that dough ♪

♪ a nigga gotta get
that money ♪

Hey. What's up, yo?
How's your day looking?

Well, I was thinking
I should go on the pill.

- So, you're gonna be--
- Well, since things are over

with Matty, I figure it's best
to be prepared for next time,

- don't you?
- Yeah.

But there's-- there's more
than pregnancy

to worry about.

How about we stick to condoms?

They're only 82% effective.

I should use the pill
as a back-up.

Okay. I'll make an appointment
at Planned Parenthood.

- I got to run.
- Huh, like you need to be

- somewhere.
- While you're sitting

on your lazy ass,
I'll be at my job.

What job?

And please eat
more than just a pop-tart.

I got hired
at the fruit market.

You only said that because she
handed you a piece of fruit.

What would you even do there?
You can't even walk.

Uh, morning.

Everybody, this is Gus.

We got in late last night.

And, well,
you're meeting him now.

That's, ah, Debbie, Carl,
and Liam.

- Hi.
- Who are you again?

He's with Fiona, stupid.

She mentioned him, like,
20 times.

Boyfriend and girlfriend
or just fuck buddies?

Welcome to my family.

Lou.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I do business at the office,
Frank, not at my house.

Just tell me
if my insurance check came in.

For your leg?

The hell else would I mean?

Yeah, it's in.

How much?

- 121 grand.
- Sweet mother of Jesus.

$121,000.

I'm gonna rebuild my brewery.

What's that smell?

It's pigeon shit.

I'm gonna go out on a limb
and say that you

celebrated last night,
and then you blacked out.

- And your point?
- The check came in.

Okay, you showed up
at exactly this time yesterday

- to sign for it.
- No.

You told me
it was coming in on Tuesday.

I wrote it down.

And it is Wednesday.

What the hell
happened to Tuesday?

I never black out for a whole
day unless I'm smoking crack.

Well, we opened you an account
at Dorset Bank, okay?

Full balance was deposited
yesterday by wire.

Do you promise
you're not just messing with me?

- Good-bye, Frank.
- Ha.

I'd kiss you, Lou, only
neither of us would enjoy that.

Yes!

Yeah, great.
Just put them on the couch.

What's that?

They found my suitcase.

Suitcase?

From my trip.

Trip?
Uh, right, forgot.

I'm sorry, are you still
waiting around for, like,

a fucking tip or something?
'Cause I'm pretty sure

you guys lost the baggage,
right?

That means go.
Good-bye.

Thank you.
Holy fuck.

Nice suitcase, Mr. Shang.

Somebody rings the doorbell,
tells me he's with an airline,

and hands me somebody's shit.

- Ass clown.
- Switched the last two numbers

in the address.
He'll be back for it, you know.

He's gonna be shit
out of luck, won't he?

Think this'll fit?
Kind of sexy.

Case, shirt, socks...

Lisinopril.

Should I Google it?
See what it does?

No. You should give me some,
and I'll let you know.

I'm gonna wash this down
with a beer.

- You want one?
- Yeah, fuck it.

See, what you have
to understand is,

they're not identical twins.

They're whatever
it is when--

when you're not identical.

Separate individuals.

Like when I serve them grapes,
they're a choking hazard.

That's why I cut them this way
and once that way.

Amy loves them,
goes crazy for them.

But Jemma, gives her diarrhea.

Separate individuals.

And that's Amy
waking up first, excuse me.

- Hey.
- What?

Would you please stop
torturing the girl?

She's been babysitting
since she was 14.

Well, why can't Fiona do it?
Or your mom?

Fiona is working,
and mama is playing bingo.

We haven't been on a date
since the kids were born.

I need to get dressed up
and be sexy for my man.

And baby, I need to get laid.

Maybe we can get a motel room.

That sounds great and all,
but--

But what?

I-I-I-I just-- I don't feel
comfortable leaving the girls

with a complete stranger.

Maybe in a couple months
or something.

Louise, thank you
for coming by.

Tonight isn't gonna work out.

Baby, I'm sorry.

- It's just--
- No.

You don't want to go on a date,

you can stay here
and feed Jemma grapes.

Not Jemma.
Not Jemma, Amy.

Babysit them until they're 18.

I don't give a shit.
I'll go on date night by myself.

You like it?

This is your parents' room?

Before they're back,
let's have sex on their bed.

I'm game.

Vagina sex.

That's like-- that's--

that's kind of a big deal
for you, right?

I mean, well, what changed?

You are such
a commitment-phobe.

No, no, no.
I'm just-- I'm just curious.

Well, I wrote on Facebook

that I was saving myself
for my future husband.

But no one
thought it was romantic.

You know, not if I'm gonna
tell them

that I've been fucked
in the ass and blown guys

and had them jerk off
in my face.

You put that on Facebook?

Also, try not to freak out
about this, but I like you.

We're not gonna get married
or anything.

Right?
So you're good practice.

♪ take a ride with your nigga
take a ride with your nigga ♪

♪ take a ride with your nigga
won't you ride with me ♪

Tiny Tim.
What's up?

Yo, I'm supposed
to work with you guys.

Work my johnson.

G-Dog around?

What about G?

He said I could help out.

Yeah, that's what
I'm talking about.

- What's up?
- Put those on, man.

Khakis and docksiders?

Look. White people,
they be coming from downtown,

driving their Lexus
and whatnot right?

But they afraid to stop.

They be taking our money
to the fucking Polacks on 18th.

I need a kid
they ain't afraid of.

You know, a little white boy
on crutches and shit.

You know, you're like a--
a greeter at Walmart.

You feel me?

Now look,
put that shit on, son.

And if you see a cracker buying
crack, your ass better jump.

You hear me?

Sir, would you
like more coffee?

Oh. Well,
thank you, ma'am.

You want sugar in that?

Or if it's too hot,
I could blow on it.

- You know what's weird?
- Hmm?

Sitting in a family diner
with an erection.

I'll keep that image in mind

while I'm clearing plates
of fried eggs.

If he's gonna enjoy
our air conditioning all day,

he's got to order
more than an English muffin.

I'll make him have pancakes.

Looky you.
You're glowing, girl.

It must be all that good sex.

Best part is there's no drama,

which usually just
means I'm bored.

But instead,
I think I'm just happy.

We're glad for you.

Let us know how week two goes.

I, um-- I made--uh,

I opened an account
here yesterday.

Name's Frank Gallagher.

Security?

Uh, Mr. Gallagher.

I'll-- I'll take this,
Lindsay.

Thank you.
We're fine.

Uh, can I get you anything?

Coffee?
Danish?

No.
What kind of danish?

Here.
Sit.

Go.

So, uh, where did we leave off?

Our, uh, premium money market
is at 1.65.

But say we pair you
with a financial manager,

personalize your portfolio,

focus on your long-term
financial goals, your--

your plan for retirement?

I want to make a withdrawal.

- What?
- My money.

I want to get it.

We don't have it.

- How's that?
- You--

You withdrew it yesterday.

We-- we had to send out
to that other branch

for those hundreds.

It's not every day someone
wants $121,000 in cash, so...

- I got all of it?
- Yes.

But if you'd like
to leave a portion

of your settlement with us
to invest, we'd certainly--

Did I happen to say where I
was going when I left here?

No.

I say anything at all?

Just that you were going
to celebrate.

I take it you had fun.

Debbie.

How was your party?

Ally's cousin told us about it.

- It was fun.
- Maybe not so fun

for the boy you raped.
Never heard of that.

A girl who had to rape a boy
to get laid.

How does that work?

Get the fuck off me.

Hey, whoa.

Whoa, hey.

Get off.

Hey.
Hey, whoa.

Hey.
Cut it--

Come on.
Four on one, that's not cool.

None of your fucking business.

Yeah? Why don't you find
four other girls to fight?

I'll let you tear
each other's eyes out.

Otherwise beat it.

Rapist bitch.

That-- that was the nicest
thing anyone's ever done for me.

You okay?

Yeah.

Look, I saw you throw
the first punch.

If you're gonna
start a four-on-one like that,

you better pick up some moves
'cause that was pathetic.

Wait!
What's Reflex Athletics?

What are you working on?

A video game.

I write music for video games.

You didn't tell me that.
That's cool.

You want cool?
Okay.

Well, uh, this game
is called "Ham Scramble."

It's for ages 4 and up.

You have to smash
as many little pigs as possible

with a big purple hammer.

What music goes with that?

Oh, I'm creating
a moving stream motif

as a reminder
of our own mortality.

It plays every time one of the
little green pigs gets crushed.

- The pigs are green?
- They are.

Did I mention that I'm
falling in love with you?

No.

Uh, thank you.

Yeah, I just, uh--
I wasn't gonna say anything.

A thought that I had.

Go away, now it's awkward.
Come on.

- Uh, more coffee, please.
- Uh.

Thanks.

- Hi.
- Whatever time

you get off work tonight,
you're going dancing.

And if you have other plans,
you're gonna cancel.

- Anything else?
- You can't bring

your new boyfriend.

- Okay.
- It's not negotiable,

so don't try it.

I need to get dressed up
like a sex object

and be objectified,
not be the third wheel

to you and your new squeeze.

In fact, I don't even want
to hear about him.

Not how great he is or how many
times an hour you bang it out.

Going through a sex famine
over here.

You know what he just told me?

What did I just say?

That he's falling
in love with me.

- Damn.
- I mean,

we've only been
seeing each other a week.

You didn't say it back,
did you?

- No.
- Good girl.

But I'm, like, freaking out.

I mean, I'm-- I'm--

I'm standing by the register,

and I'm, like, tingling.

Hello?

Oh, hell, yeah.
There he is.

I always took you for a nickel
and diming cheapskate, Frank.

But last night, you
restored my faith in humanity.

- Raise them up to Frank.
- Yeah!

Take it I bought
a few rounds last night.

You practically bought
the bar, Frank.

And not the cheap stuff.

Nothing out of plastic bottles.

What did I spend?

Couple grand, maybe.

Couple of grand.
Jesus fuck.

Did I happen to say where I
was going when I left here?

I was passed out
by then, Frank.

Damn. Sounds like I
missed a good time.

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- What's wrong, Frank?

Searching the deepest recesses
of my memory looking for a clue

to the whereabouts
of a lost fucking fortune.

Ah, you misplaced a 20,
did you?

That's too bad.

- Try checking your pockets.
- Right.

Like I'm not gonna
realize I'm--

Hold on.

Holy shit.
That says Porsche.

You stole a Porsche?

I might have bought one.

Is this where you
learned to fight?

Nah.
I learned in juvie.

After I got raped
three or four times,

I figured I should pick up
a few moves.

- Really?
- No.

Um, I--
I want to learn how to fight.

I thought maybe you
could train me.

- What, like karate kid? Wax on.
- Wah.

Look, this is Chicago.
You want to fight?

Punch the other girl in the tit.
You want to box?

- You take a class.
- I can't afford a class.

They'll give you
a trial class for free.

Ask at the desk.

Tiny Tim, you up.

Welcome to 14th and Main.
I'll be your server.

What will you be having?

- The fuck you give him?
- What?

The man gave you a 20.

That's a quarter gram.

You gave up a teener.

That's 1.5.

- Now you owe me a hundred bucks.
- What?

Out here, niggers get shot
for this shit.

So you better find a way
to get me paid.

- Huh?
- Ah, Jesus.

Kermit,
what are you doing back there?

Resting.

Oh, what a night, huh?

You were with me last night?

You don't remember?

What happened after the Alibi?

Leave out nothing.

Well, you bought this car
from Bobby Faring.

60 grand and change.

60.

Fuck.

So that leaves 61
minus the Alibi.

Call it 59.

And then you bought crack.

And I-I didn't want any,
so you did it all.

And we drove to Chinatown
for dim sum.

Oh, you made it.

Hi, yeah.
Thanks for having me.

It's, uh, nice to see you.
Hey.

You have my 10 grand, right?
No? Okay.

Well, let's just call it,
like-- like 4% interest.

- So what would that be? Like--
- Jason.

This is adorable Marsha
and her nanny, Yohania.

Adorable Wendy
and her nanny, Thais.

Everyone, this is Lip.

- Guys.
- You hungry?

Yohania can make
you a quesadilla.

Oh, no.
No, I'm okay.

Thank you, though.

They, uh--
they each have a nanny?

Yes. And I know
you want a quesadilla.

You said
you were starving earlier.

Oh, no. Yohania,
she's got enough to do.

She's not a slave.

- She's a nanny.
- Right.

Dad, are you locking the wine
fridge because Lip is here?

Please don't pick a fight.

Well, he never locks it.

You said douchebaggery
would not be a problem.

Well, if you met
my dad, you know, you, uh--

you really wouldn't sweat it.

I'll make us cocktails.

Right.

Now this is what
I'm talking about.

Drinking, dancing,
guys looking at my ass.

Do you some good, too.

What do you want?
Vodka soda?

Vodka vodka.

Oh.
Yes, sir.

Two vodka soda.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Keep doing that.

Hey.
This is yours.

Would you mind if we left,
like, right now?

And don't pretend like you give
a shit because I saw you

over here
texting your boyfriend.

We just got here.

Hey.

- What happened?
- I'm not proud of it.

Okay.

I was on the dance floor
with this guy.

We started getting friction
going.

And I had an orgasm.
I thought I should get out

of there before he started
getting any ideas.

- Wait, you had an--
- That's how horny

and lonely
I've been these days,

like a dog humping a lamppost.

Kev giving all his love
to those babies.

Did I just cheat on Kev?

It wasn't intentional, right?

I didn't go on the dance floor
thinking it was gonna happen.

But once the grinding
started, yeah.

That shit was intentional.

So we had dim sum.

Then what?

I-I had so many pork buns,
I had to nap in the car.

You again?

No, we're not eating.

We're just checking
the place--

Ready for more?

This way.

Gambling.

Goddammit.

Do you-- do you think
you lost money?

Well, what do you think?

Since I woke up with nothing.

That table?

Thousand-dollar limit.

No, thank you.

Your friend is expert
at pai gow.

Very aggressive.

Almost lost everything.

Then double his money.

Left with three ladies.

- Very lucky guy.
- You hear that?

You doubled your money.

I say where I was going?

No.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I thought you were hanging out
with your friend tonight.

I wanted to see you.

Well.

Uh, beer?

I'm falling in love
with you, too.

Okay.

Is it?

♪ yeah ♪

♪ you don't know
what you want ♪

♪ you're such a big shot,
big mouth ♪

♪ and that's all that you got ♪

♪ you got, you got,
you got, you got ♪

♪ yeah ♪

♪ we ain't messing around ♪

♪ we spread love, don't kill ♪

♪ and shake some solid ground ♪

♪ some ground, some ground,
some ground, some ground ♪

Girl boxers at the gym
are in seriously good shape.

Might take me a few weeks
to get ripped like that.

If you want to know how to
put on some muscle mass,

I'm your guy.

Besides, MMA chicks
are super hot.

It must be kind of weird dating
a chick who can kick your ass.

Oh, good morning, baby.

Hey.
Morning, Debs.

Hi, V.
I was just dropping Liam off.

- See you, Kev.
- See you later, Deb.

Yeah. I said I'd watch Liam
for a couple hours.

How was last night?
Was it fun?

- It was fine.
- Yeah?

I'm sorry I didn't go.

I better go open the bar.
Probably guys

huddled around the door
with the shakes.

All right.
Say bye to mommy.

Say bye to the girls.

Bye, mama.

Bye.

Bye, mama.

Patsy's.
This is Melinda, can I help you?

Hey, ah, it's Fiona.

I'm scheduled
for a double today.

But I'm just not feeling great.

I was wondering
if it's not busy,

maybe you don't need me?

And you guys
can take my tables.

Sean, it's Fiona.
Says she's not feeling--

No, no, no, no.
Don't put Sean on.

You can't make the lunch shift?

No, no.

I can.
I can.

I just thought
if it wasn't busy--

Yeah, all right.
Well, you're off the hook.

- But I need you for dinner.
- Sure.

Okay.
I'll see you later.

- What the fuck?
- Morning.

What are you wearing?

Oh, you mean this?

It was just something
I threw on.

- What the fuck?
- Okay.

So your suitcase
gave me an idea, right?

So I went to the airport,
and they even have

unclaimed baggage
just off to the side

just sitting there.

- Are you wearing Mink?
- No, it's fake, but it's nice.

Yes?
No. It's not nice, look.

I hate to burst
your bubbles here.

You both look fucking insane.

This all you got?

We have electric shavers,
Jamaican rum, and this.

Oh.

- That has a hair on it.
- What? You don't want it?

No, I-- You touch me
with that,

I will knock the teeth
out of your head.

- I will knock the teeth--
- If I touch you with this?

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

En garde.
Pow.

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

This is not funny.
I'm not fucking Star Wars--

No way.
A Porsche.

Shut the fuck up.

You get the insurance money?

Sammi can't know about this.

- Is she around?
- No.

She says you owe her an RV.

Shit.

Can I get a hundred bucks?

Don't have it.

You know if I snuck back into
the house night before last?

Hid something
under the floorboards, maybe,

or in the back yard?

Don't think so.

Can I take it for a spin?

No.

You have a credit card?

Let me see that.

It says The Loren.

It's a hotel key.

Can I just tell you
how happy I am right now?

Really?
Because at the diner yesterday,

I thought maybe I went too far.

No.

- You make me feel sane.
- Hmm?

And I want to be around you
all the time,

even when we're not fucking.

I mean, no.
We're usually fucking.

But during the brief windows
of time

when we're doing
other things besides fucking,

like eating pancakes
with our hands--

You want to get married?

What?

I mean, my folks
met on a Tuesday

- and married two days later.
- No shit?

No. My dad-- he was
shipping off for Vietnam--

asked her.
She said yes.

Are they still together?

Yeah.
Still are.

- I'd marry you.
- Oh, would you?

Why? Is there a reason
I shouldn't?

- No. I'm a good choice.
- I'm a great choice.

Well, if it were up to me,
I'd do it today.

- Do it right now.
- Oh.

All right.

Marriage in Chicago.

Yep. All right.

Open that.

Well, should we wait
till after we're married?

No.
It's crap champagne.

All right.
Chicago.

Same-day weddings.

You can get a marriage license
at the courthouse,

get married
in the same building.

Download application
for wedding license.

Boom.

Print one?

What are you waiting for?

All right.

Slow motion.

Hands relaxed.

Fingers together.

So as you throw the hook,
you're gonna rotate your body

until your right heel
comes off the ground.

Go ahead.

Okay.
Now faster.

What is going on?

I might need to work
on my form.

I'm digging
the naked clerical work.

All right.
So here.

We just have to fill these out,
turn them in at the courthouse.

Okay, are you related
to Applicant A?

Who's Applicant A?

That would be me.

Am I related to you?

I love that they
have to ask that.

Uh, you're not gonna
take my last name, are you?

I'm-- I'm-- I mean,
I'm cool either way, but--

Fender?
Fiona Fender?

Why not?

Fiona Fender.

That was actually a P
at the front.

- Where? Come on.
- Seriously.

In front of the F.
See?

It's silent.
Nobody ever reads it right.

Actually, you know what?
You don't have to take my name.

No, no, no.
I want to.

I want to.

Fiona P-Fender.

That's--

That's p-fucked up.

- It's p-fucking sexy.
- Mmm.

Hey, what time is it?

I've got to be at work
at p-five,

and I can lose this p-job.

Well, if we are going
to squeeze a wedding in,

we have got to get a move on.

Come on.

Whoa.

They said I'm paid up
till tonight.

Guess your old man's
got fancy taste in hotel rooms.

And Chinese prostitutes.

_

'86 Chateau Lafite Rothschild.

- How much was this?
- $2,100.

But you order it.

You left your jacket.

I assume since you're here,

I paid in advance?

Through the weekend.

So if you and your boy

want to do some--

Tell me everything that happened
when you last saw me.

We were partying.

Just us?

And some dentists
you met downstairs in town

for the convention.

And a guy that works out front
at the hot dogs.

And a businessman
from down the hall.

You and him left together.

Wait, wait, wait.

What kind of businessman?

He left his card.

Diamond.

Diamond Appreciations.

Yeah.
It's Frank Gallagher.

I'm looking for--

Frank!
What a night we had.

Yeah.
About that--

I know you're nervous.

Lot of money
to hand over to a stranger.

How much was it again?

$113,000.

But Frank, trust me.

It was the best investment
you could make.

No, no, no.
I never doubted it.

Tell me,
how soon do you think--

What are you doing now?

Uh, you want to come
to the office? See for yourself?

Uh, give me that address.

Have you declared a major, Lip?

Engineering.

Well,
you didn't see that coming.

Or microrobotics. You know,
I haven't made up my mind yet.

Dad's an engineer.
He invented

a line
of water-free urinals.

- Oh, really?
- I didn't invent the urinals.

I, uh, worked on the sealing
cartridge and gasket.

There's a lot of money
in urine.

- It never goes out of fashion.
- Nice.

What are you--
what are you working on now?

- Packing materials.
- He filed a patent

for a biodegradable alternative
to styrofoam.

- Oh. What's it made of?
- It's a type of fungi.

- Smells like mushrooms.
- You take

any substrate
of industrial waste, like--

like, uh,
chopped-up cornstalks.

And you inject it
with myselium,

and-- see?
It's not very interesting.

So you just--
you pour it around the object

that you're packing
and then it hardens?

That's right.

Becomes a mold of the object.

You know, if you want,

I will show you
my workshop later.

Sure.
Yeah.

I just, uh--
I just realized that we

- don't have any wedding rings.
- That's okay.

Yeah, I have my grandma's
engagement ring,

but it's at my mom's house.

Don't we need something
for the ceremony?

Oh, wait.

Flowers.

10 bucks for those?
Try 2.

Oh, look.
Rubber bands.

There's our wedding rings.

I can make a little corsage.

Put a flower
in your buttonhole.

Oh.
You don't have a buttonhole.

I'll just unzip my fly.

This is stupid, right?

Right.

Unless it's not.

Right?

I got to be at work in an hour.

Should we just go?

Okay.

Unless we shouldn't.

Gus Pfender
and Fiona Gallagher.

Put that someplace safe.

- Are you good with fractions?
- Fractions of what?

Like if you have a 16th
of an ounce of something,

how many grams would that be?

- You dealing drugs?
- No.

If Fiona found
out I was helping you

with your drug fractions,
she'd have my scalp.

No one's telling
Fiona anything.

Basic overview.
You got flaps,

half G's, G's, teeners,
8 balls, and ounces.

An ounce is 28 grams,
but really it's 28.35.

An 8-ball is 3.54,
and a teener is 1.77.

But the dealers round down.

So they pocket the extra 0.35.
You following?

I might need
to write this down.

♪ the times we had ♪

♪ oh, when the wind
would blow ♪

♪ with rain and snow ♪

♪ were not all bad ♪

♪ we put our feet
just where they had ♪

♪ had to go ♪

♪ never to go ♪

♪ the shattered soul ♪

♪ following close
but nearly twice as slow ♪

♪ in my good times ♪

♪ there were always
golden rocks to throw ♪

Holy fuck.

Totally.

What do we do now?

I think I just
hand this to him to sign.

Holy fuck.

♪ those were our times ♪

♪ those were our times ♪

I'm looking
for Diamond Appreciations.

Clearly,
I'm in the wrong place.

Maybe there's an office
upstairs or-- or--

Frank.

Buddy?

Now I understand
this was personal for you.

- This is your son.
- Yeah.

- What's your name, my friend?
- Carl.

Whatever the prognosis
is for your leg,

Carl, do not despair.

It's no big deal.

Brave boy.

I'm Buddy Diamond.

I founded this organization.

Hold on.
Your name is Diamond?

Come this way.

Fuck.

Whoa.

As you know,
most insurance plans have a cap

on what they'll pay
for prosthetic limbs.

But thanks to you,
these homeless children

will live normal lives, play
in the school yard, ride bikes,

run for the sheer joy of it.

Kids, this is the man
I told you about.

This is why you have legs.

Such a--
such a noble enterprise.

It's wonderful what you're doing
for these kids.

I am so moved by it.

I knew you would be.

- But I need the money back.
- What?

There's been a mistake.
And it's regrettable.

And while I would prefer cash,
I'll take a check.

The money's been spent.

That's what I brought you here
to see.

No, no.
I need that money back.

It's not possible.
Frank,

you paid for half
a dozen prosthetics,

including this beauty here

with silicone skin
that goes for $60,000.

One leg? 60 grand?

Hey. Hey.
That doesn't belong to you.

- No, no.
- Give me back my leg.

- Give it back.
- This is not your leg.

- Don't take my leg.
- No.

This is-- No.

I paid for the damn leg.

That's all the money
I've got in the world.

This is my insurance settlement.
Got to get my money back.

- You work out a lot.
- Yeah.

Pro boxers train four to six
hours a day.

- Are you pro?
- Nah.

But I came in third last year
in all-city.

How'd you get into boxing?

When I was 10, my dad
beat my mom up really bad.

Wanted to be able to defend her,
so I started training.

Really?

No.

Are you gonna stick with it?

Think so.

All that money.

All that fucking money
wasted on child amputees,

for Christ's sake.

There's a lesson here, son.

Charity is accepting help
from others,

- not the other way around.
- Okay.

And taking prescription
medications while drinking

and then smoking pot

and then smoking crack can lead
to questionable decisions.

- Can we get out of here?
- I got to get that image

out of my head
of that girl hopping after me.

Hop, hop, hop, hop.

At least you still got the car.

And a half a bottle
of massively overpriced wine.

It's that guy.
Let's go.

- Dad?
- Hmm?

You know them?

Who?

Jesus Christ!

Get off him.

- I gave the leg back.
- What leg?

Okay, whoa, hold-- What-- Just--
What is this about again?

Demitri.
He works with us.

And you ran him over with
this Porsche two nights ago.

- Oh geez.
- He's in the hospital.

Full body cast.

- They're calling the cops.
- Wait.

Come on.
We can work this out.

You pay his medical bills?

Of course.

Well, eventually. I'm a little
tight on cash right now.

- Call.
- Okay. Stop. My car.

My sweet car.

Huh?
What about that?

It's fucked up
from where you hit Demitri.

No. Come-- With a little paint
and some Bondo,

it's good as new.

What do you say?

Oh, table seven's
ready to order.

Table five needs a salad.

- Oh, shit. Sorry.
- You okay?

I know you weren't
feeling well.

Upset stomach.
I'm feeling better.

I'll get table seven for you.

Thanks.

Oh, you wanted soda.

Coming up.

Hey.

How's it going?

- Good.
- Come here, you old dog.

You better tell your boyfriend
and his buddies to cut it out.

Otherwise,
they're gonna have to go.

Sorry.

Okay, rockers.

You can't just be sitting--

♪ here comes the bride ♪

♪ dah dah-dah dah
dah-dah dah dah-dah ♪

Ladies-- ladies
and gentlemen, our bass player

went off and got married today
to this beautiful woman.

So this is their honeymoon,
so we're gonna

make a little bit of noise.

Please welcome the newlyweds,
Gus and Fiona.

♪ dah dah dah-dah
dah dah dah dah ♪

Okay, this is an electric car

that folds into itself

so it can fit and park
in tight spaces.

- That's nice.
- Yeah. The wheels,

they turn separately so you can
rotate and stay in one spot.

Guess where the motor is.

Well, it's not in the back,
right?

And does it have air bags?

Yep.

Well, it's not
in the front either.

Wait, are-- are-- are the engines
in the wheels?

Yes. There's one
in each wheel.

That's very fucking cool.

We're out by the pool
drinking cocktails.

Uh, yeah. Yeah.
I'll be there in a minute.

- Is that okay?
- Okay, now this--

this was an attempt
to make a plastic film

that's electrically active.

And I still haven't gotten
it to work yet.

Are you guys actually bonding?

I'm not sure
I'm comfortable with that.

We're only doing it
to annoy you, honey.

- Okay, come. Check this out.
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just one minute.

You still have to heat
and treat it, right?

Yeah, to kill the spores
and dry it out.

Now despite my daughter's
giving me shit,

it does not smell
like mushrooms.

It is, however,

- a good hiding place.
- Shit.

Now I assume,
as a young delinquent,

- you smoke pot?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, when I'm not
shooting smack.

What courses you taking?

Thermodynamics.
You know,

I really want to get into the
aerospace engineering

program at school.

What are you doing this summer?

Construction, demo.
In Chicago.

You know, I'm pretty much just
hauling cement in a wheelbarrow.

Why?

'Cause it's a job.

Next time,
I'll get you a paid internship.

You know, you're headed
for a serious career, right?

Here you go.

Ah, thank you so much.

A beer for my husband.

Hey, go on home.
We got this.

But I've got three tables,

and the tips
right now are so good.

Now I got why you
wanted the shift covered.

From now on, any time
you get married, take the day.

It's not a joke.

Fiona Pfender.
Pleased to meet you.

When you go for it,
you really go for it.

It's crazy, right?
I don't know.

It-- it seems right.

He's great.
We're really happy for you.

Sure we are.

Just don't lie about it
next time, okay?

Hey.

Hey.
You coming home tonight?

- Everything okay?
- Everything's fine.

Just wanted to let you know
I am not going on the pill.

- Why not?
- I looked it up.

The pill reduces muscle mass,

affects mood
and water retention.

Probably not a good idea now
that I'm training.

Training for what?

Aw, I'll tell you later.

You at work?

Yeah.

Today was--

What?

I'll be home
in the morning, okay?

Can you-- can you watch Liam
for me?

Tell him I love him?

Yeah, absolutely. Bye.

Bye.

What the fuck is this?

It's more suitcases.
We got dress shirts,

shoes, sweaters,
pretty much everything.

Wait, you went back
to the airport?

- Yeah, why not?
- 'Cause it's fucking risky

is why not.

Most of this ain't
worth shit anyway.

It's old clothes
and fucking hair dryers.

Hair dryers. Yeah. We got
toiletries over here, okay?

Are you listening to me?
There's better ways to make

money, man.
What are you doing?

Why you putting everything
on the fucking porch?

Why are there boots
in the sneakers pile?

We got to keep
this organized, okay?

Where are the belts?

I thought I put them there.

Obviously, they've been moved.

Your boyfriend's losing
his shit.

Mickey, help me keep
this organized, okay?

Oh, hey, babe.

What?
Did you work a double?

Paco got sick.

How was your day?

Oh, my gosh.

So Amy looks up at me
and says, "Da."

Can you believe that?

My little baby girl.

She's halfway to dada.

Last night, I had an orgasm
with a stranger

- on the dance floor.
- You had an orgasm?

- Grinding on the dance floor.
- Wait.

But not-- not like a--
not like--

like-- like--
like a real orgasm.

You mean, like,
you just had a good time?

No, I mean a real orgasm
with another man.

It didn't even take
a whole song.

That's how horny I am.

Used to be I could dry hump for
45 minutes before getting off.

Now it's two grinds.

You know what that orgasm was?

That was a cry for help
from my coochie

saying things
ain't right at home.

♪ never made a summer ♪

♪ oh, you know
it can't be found ♪

♪ youth is always pretty ♪

♪ oh, you know
it can't be found ♪

♪ what you've seen ♪

♪ all over ♪

♪ you'll hear it ♪

♪ all over ♪

♪ and you'll feel it ♪

♪ all over ♪

♪ and you'll know it's me ♪

♪ he's in bad condition ♪

- I'll clean up.
- Oh, okay.

♪ hiding in the hands all day ♪

♪ couldn't make decisions ♪

♪ oh, I might have lost
his way ♪

♪ but you'll just see it ♪

♪ all over ♪

♪ you'll hear it ♪

♪ all over ♪

♪ and you'll feel it ♪

♪ all over ♪

♪ and you'll know it's me ♪

♪ and you'll know it's me ♪

Teener, 1.7.

Flap, 0.25.

8 ball, 2.5?

Shit.

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