All language subtitles for Shameless S11E12 Father Frank Full of Grace-eng

We're not doing this,

telling you what happened on
Shameless last week anymore.

- We're sick of it.
- Yeah, we quit.

- It's over.
- Just not doin' it.

- It insults your intelligence.
- They don't pay us enough.

What, they pay
you guys for this?

- Yeah. You don't get paid?
- Are you kidding?

- Of course.
- Well, fuck me!

Rock music.

Think of all the luck you got.

Know that it's not for naught.

You were beaming once before.

But it's not like that anymore.

What is this downside.

That you speak of?

What is this feeling.

You're so sure of?

Round up the friends you got.

Know that they're
not for naught.

You were willing once before.

But it's not like that anymore.

What is this downside.

That you speak of?

What is this feeling.

You're so sure of?

Is he dead?

Faint pulse.

- Hypoxic.
- High what?

- Barely breathing.
- What's that smell?

Grampy went tinkle in his pants.

Damn it. Not on the new couch.

Hey, what's goin' on?

Frank OD'd again.

How much heroin did he do?

Wow.

And he's not dead?

Yet another disadvantage

to decades of
copious narcotics use.

Should we, like, call the
paramedics or something?

No, he's done this
before a bunch of times.

He may be trying
to kill himself.

He's been depressed.

The dementia's getting bad.

Hand me that syringe.

Sheesh.

Unresponsive to pain.

- Stroke?
- Or he's already brain-dead.

That happens with overdoses.

I guess it's up to
us to finish him off.

Quick shot to the head,
dump his body in the lake.

I don't think anybody's
gonna miss him.

What? We'd just be helpin'
Mr. Fuckup finish the job.

You could pillow him.

That's what my dad
did to my grandpa

so we could sell
his double-wide.

Couldn't afford his
oxygen refills anymore.

- Who is that?
- Debbie's got a new friend.

Hey, you check his pockets,

see if he got any money on him?

Trust me, he doesn't.

I gotta get to work.
Is there any coffee?

Yeah, I made a pot.

All right.

So now what?

We wait, I guess.

For what?

See if he dies or not.

Said there's coffee?

Yeah, kitchen.

Let's go.

Kev, we gotta get to The
Alibi. The realtor's comin' at ten.

Mellow rock music.

Hey, when are you guys
heading to Kentucky?

Soon as we can sell The
Alibi. You in your new place yet?

Yeah, but we still need to
get furniture and everything.

We're havin' a yard
sale over the weekend.

You should come by first
and get whatever you want.

Yeah, thanks, that'd be great.

Yeah, everybody should
come to The Alibi later.

Drinks are gonna be half off.

It's a special thank-you
to our customers

for their years of
loyal alcoholism.

That sounds really great, Kev.

What time do you wanna do that?

Seven?

- Good. We'll be there.
- Come on, Kevin.

Let us know about Frank, okay?

Franny, breakfast.

So your big plans of sellin'
the house fell through?

Yeah, try not to look
so happy about it.

It's hard not to.

I don't think I've
ever been so happy

to see somebody fail before.

All right, I'm out. Peace.

You gonna repair all
the damages you did?

What?

Pretty harsh, Debs.

What? He was gonna put
Franny and me on the street.

And pretty dramatic...
He was trying to give us all

- a fresh start.
- I don't want a fresh start.

- I love this house.
- You love this house?

Yes!

Easy to please, I guess.

What are you doin'?

I'm just gettin' shit
for the new apartment.

What?

Yeah. Two, plates,
two bowls, two spoons.

Whatever the fuck this thing is.

- What is this thing?
- That's my potato masher.

- Put that back.
- All right, Mickey...

What? You must own
at least some of this shit.

Yeah, we can get our own spoons.

With what money?
Spent it all on first, last,

and that bullshit
security deposit.

- Jesus Christ.
- Get a load of this.

They're makin' us
pay more up front

'cause we're from
the South Side.

I'd get it if we were, like,
brown or Mexican or whatever,

but we're as made in
the USA as any of those.

West Side motherfuckers,
you know what I mean?

All right, come on,
put it back, let's go.

I thought we were coming
here to get shit for the apartment.

Yeah, clothes, my bed, sheets.
Come on, let's get the bed.

I'm comin' back for
that fuckin' potato thing.

Mickey.

You done?

Which one are you again?

Liam.

She your mom?

Sister.

No shit.

You gonna smoke that?

Want to, but... nope.

You okay?

Yeah, fuckin' Debbie, right?

That's not what I meant.

No.

No, I stopped caring
about Frank years ago.

It's not like he ever
cared about any of us.

I, um

signed up to deliver
for Zippy Zebra.

Brad said he'd lend
me his Honda 400.

That's good. Yeah.

You gonna move
in with Fred and I?

Join us at my dad's?

We can move back in here.

Are you sure you're
ready to share a bathroom

with Debbie, Franny, Liam, and

whatever feral sex
buddy Debbie picks up

on a freeway off-ramp?

I'd survive.

I think I might be
pregnant again.

What? How?

How?

I

I mean

you're sure?

No. No.

I'll pick up one of those tests
on my way home from work,

but... I'm late, um,

and my tits are fuckin' sore
like they were with Fred.

Jesus.

So no, then.

No what?

No, you

you don't think
we should keep it.

You think we should?

I-I don't know.

God.

It's hard enough keeping
a roof over the head

of the one we got.

Whoa, hey, no,
that's not on you.

That's on us.

This year, the virus.

I know, I know.

But we're still here.

You know? We're surviving.

- Right?
- Yeah.

Damn straight, we are.

All right, listen, I
gotta get to work.

But will you call me if
anything happens with Frank?

- I will.
- Okay.

And listen.

You decide where
you want us to live.

You know?

I'm cool with wherever,

as long as the three
of us are together.

All right.

Rock music.

Your mattress smells like ass.

We can also buy a new mattress.

Nah, too many good
memories stained into this one.

Hey, you know what the day is?

Twentieth or 21st?

Fuck should I know?

Thinkin' it's the 21st.

Maybe a little less thinkin'
and open those doors.

This fucker's heavy.

After we drop this shit off,

we gotta hit that furniture
rental on Ashland.

They got a good deal
on taupe living room sets.

All right. That it?

No, still gotta
grab the dresser.

What do we need a dresser
for? We got floors, right?

Come on.

Fuck's sake.

Help me run an errand later?

Sure.

Franny, you like muscle cars?

Yeah, American
only. Right, Fran?

You know, I had a '70
Barracuda 440 once.

- Ooh!
- For a whole two hours.

Smoked the cops who
were on me after I boosted it.

Hey, you're your
own boss, right?

Yeah.

That means you don't
have to go to work

if you have
something better to do.

Like what?

Hey, Franny, why
don't you go downstairs

to check if your Grandpa
Frank is dead, okay?

Bye, Fran.

Whoa-whoa

mellow rock music.

Whoa-whoa.

Fuck.

Mellow whistling.

It feels like sunshine

bright music.

It feels like sunshine.

Feels like sunshine.

Jesus, this one's like
drinking cotton candy.

- Too sweet?
- Well, that depends

if you're a
13-year-old girl or not.

Is there even any alcohol in it?

Not everybody wants a drink

that tears the skin off
their tonsils, Tommy.

I think you may need
to serve these up

- with a side of insulin.
- I gotta learn this drink menu

before I go down there.

All right, next up,
Sex in a Driveway.

Jesus, peach
schnapps and Sprite?

The Alibi is a South
Side landmark.

It's been here since
its original owner,

Stan Kopchek, opened it

after returning from serving
his country in World War II.

His Purple Heart

and dishonorable
discharge from the navy

are still framed behind the bar.

Is there anything
you wanna specify

in the listing?

Exclusions, disclosures,

things a buyer
would need to know?

Not that I can think of.

You can't change the taps. I
promised Stan we never would.

And no Cubs game sever.

White Sox and Bears only.

- Are you writin' this down?
- Kevin, we are selling.

The new owners get to
decide which taps to use

and which games
to put on the TV.

Actually, I doubt very
much that a new owner

is going to want to
use this space as a bar.

I suspect we're
looking at a coffee shop

maybe an organic food market.

The apartment upstairs
could be an extra bonus

for an escape room operator.

And I know of one who's
been looking in the area.

Hold on.

I doubt I'll have any trouble
unloading this place for you.

Yes?

What the fuck is an escape room?

Hi. New shitter barely got used.

Should be able to take
it back to Home Depot

after a good scrub.

What's up?

It's Frank.

Shit.

He’s he’s gone?

Sort of.

Mellow music.

Put on a mask, asshole!

Didn't I see you
fighting in the war.

Back in 1942.

Every time I
shape-shift into form

I'm standing there
right next to you.

The best days of all my lives.

Were spent dreaming
of the afterlife.

The best days of all my lives.

Were spent dreaming
of the afterlife.

The best days of all my lives.

Were spent dreaming
of the afterlife.

Whoo

spaghetti western music

exciting music.

No, no, no, please.

I just ran in for a second.
I'm leaving right now.

Are you handicapped, ma'am?

I was keeping an
eye on the street,

and if anyone would have...

Do you have your
handicap placard?

Please. I promise
I won't do it again.

You know who uses
these spots, ma'am?

Veterans who lost their legs

fighting for our
freedom in Fallujah.

Children born
without spinal cords.

Old ladies who are
paralyzed by Tesla hipsters

too busy watching TikToks

to look up when they
approach a crosswalk.

Come on, please?

I've learned my lesson, Officer.

I won't do it again.

Playful rock music.

You have a good day, ma'am.

My number one earner's
Cheesecake Factory.

And the portions are huge,

so customers figure
you deserve a big tip

for luggin' all those
calories around.

Hey.

Where you headed, bud?

Goin' to look for Frank.

You know, you
really don't have to.

Is Frank missing again?

Yeah, he's comin'
off a smack bender.

Hey, if you find him,
don't give him any money.

Don't have any money.

And be sure to
stay out if it rains.

The wetter you get,
the more pitiful you look,

so customers throw
you bigger tips.

You okay?

Yeah, I just

never thought this
is what I'd be doin'

to put food on the
table, you know?

Hey, how's it been
workin' for Bob?

Selling plumbing supplies
with my father-in-law?

It's not ideal. It's
payin' a few bills.

He's got some space in his
warehouse he said I can use.

I was thinkin'
about reaching out

to some of our old customers,

see if I can make a
couple extra bucks

after hours and weekends.

You know, I could
use the company

if you're up for getting dirt
under your fingernails again.

Yeah.

That'd be great. Thanks, man.

And Frank's fine.
Disappeared already.

Yo, check this out!

Perfect height for a blowie.

Leatherette, too, easy
to clean up after wards.

Hey, $29.99 a week
for the whole set.

I wonder if that's
an everyday price

- or because today's the 21st.
- Shit!

Look at this thing,
helps you stand

when you're too fucked up!

Aw, man, we gotta
get one of these.

Can I help you?

Yeah, my... husband and I

need some stuff for
our new apartment.

Hey, you-you got any mattresses

that do that, like,
lift-up thingy?

I can get my ass in
that position you like.

Adjustable beds?
Unfortunately, no.

Hey, someone stealin' something?

Kind of hard to imagine
anybody walkin' out the front door

with one of these big-ass
chairs under their coat.

Stealing the election, Mick.

Look, if we wanted
to rent something,

do we need to sign,
like, a form or something?

Are you interested
in a living room

or dining room set or both?

The president
won in a landslide.

I agree. Biden
won in a landslide.

Living room set.

The election results were hacked

by communists in Venezuela.

- Shit.
- Venezuela?

What the hell have
you been smokin', lady?

Where the fuck's
Venezuela, anyway?

The liberal media
called the election

for Sleepy Joe and "Komola,"

even though we
all know they lost.

Her name is Kamala,

and Sleepy Joe kicked
your guys' comb-over ass.

Fake news perpetuated
by elite liberal pedophiles

- and socialists.
- Okay, and where the hell

were you on January
sixth, Eva Braun?

Were you storming the Capitol
with a fuckin' hockey stick?

At home, watching brave patriots

defend my Second
Amendment rights!

All right, all right,
we're getting outta here.

Hey, um, first month's free,

and-and we have
same-day delivery!

No. Gotta go. We can't be late

to the Zionist
sex-trafficking cabal meeting

at the fucking Pizza Hut!

Shit, we gettin' pizza?

Yeah, I'm starvin'!

Do you not remember where
you parked or something?

Maybe one more floor up?

Well, what kind of
car we lookin' for?

A Mercedes S-Class.

- Color?
- Blue.

Green. Maybe black.

Here we go.

That's a BMW.

Same difference.

You like dogs, Franny?

I got one in the back.

Hey, if a cop tags me,

I'll meet you back at your
place and ditch, okay?

I think I'm in love.

Eighteen hundred square feet

on the ground floor.

Another 700 upstairs.

Fifty feet of storefront.
Ample street parking.

Any HPD restrictions?

You're in an HPD, but
you're free to knock it down.

It is not architecturally
significant.

V.

They're gonna knock it down.

Who's knockin' what down?

That realtor, he just
said whoever buys us

can tear The Alibi down.

We promised Stan.

Stan's dead.

The worms finished that
nasty old bastard off years ago.

Maybe we should stay in Chicago.

We already put the deposit
down on the condo next to Mama.

Okay, then we only
sell to somebody

who promises to
keep The Alibi open.

I'll drink to that.

We barely made enough to
keep the lights on this year

with the city saying to close,
then open, then close again.

You said The Alibi was
part of South Side history.

I would've said Al
Capone's lost loot

was buried behind a
wall in the basement

if I thought that was
gonna get us an extra $20.

My God!

- What?
- What have you done?

- Mama sent them.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Take 'em off. Take
'em off right now.

- No!
- Why?

- Daddy.
- What did you do?

They love the jerseys.

- It's wrong, V!
- Can't do it, Veronica.

I feel kind of sick.
I might throw up.

The Bengals, the
Reds? What are...

You-you can't just change teams.

That's like...
that's like-like...

Switching from boxers to briefs.

Changing from
Fritos to fresh fruit.

Becoming a Protestant.

We're moving to Kentucky.
The Bengals play in Ohio!

Well, Louisville is closer to
Cincinnati than it is Chicago.

This has nothin' to
do with geography.

We're a Sox and
Bears family forever.

- End of discussion.
- But if...

No, not one word, or
we're talkin' divorce.

Might strip it down to the brick

instead of doing a full demo.

A lot of our
customers live in lofts.

They love that old factory feel.

I think we can get at least
ten tanning beds in here

and a couple of spray booths,

maybe even a
cryotherapy chamber.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Frank!

Mellow music.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

It's funny...

Frank!

Francis!

Frank!

I knock you down.

Brother, please...

Frank!

Under the rock...

Frank, I've been
looking for you.

Frank!

Frank!

Sorry.

Frank!

Wow.

Lookin' purdy good up there.

Shit! I gotta go.

I'm late.

Father's gonna be mad.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

I'm late.

I have to get the candles
lit before the procession.

I'll go get Father.

Can I... help you?

I'm sorry I'm late, Father.

I can't find the matches!

They were they were...
they were always here.

W-we keep them here now.

Light the altar candles first.

Thank you, Father.

Should I call the police?

No, no.

Call an ambulance.

Energetic music.

Ba, ba-da, ba, da-da.

Da-da-da-da.

Hey, got your delivery.

Boba's here!

Hang on.

Betty, your lychee.

Let me get you a tip.

- Thanks, man.
- Thanks.

Spaghetti western music.

Jeez.

Hey. Got you a Jim's
with extra onions.

Thanks.

How's it going soaking the rich?

Great. I've given out
six grand in tickets,

and it's only two o'clock.

Minding the handicap
spot gold mine, I see smart.

Gallagher here is Robin
Hood with the citation book,

evening the income
inequality scales

one parking ticket at a time.

Yeah, American
meritocracy's bullshit.

World distributes talent equally

but not opportunity.

Look at you, up on the ramparts.

- Where'd you hear that?
- Some lady left Obama's book

at the bus stop. Guy's
actually kind of smart.

Carl is a cautionary tale.

Never allow injustice to get
in the way of your paycheck.

Bosses won't
leave you here long.

Too many officers
taking pandemic disability.

Hey, can you run
somebody for me?

- Yeah, you got a name?
- Heidi somethin'.

Heidi Cronch.

New girlfriend?

My sister's new girlfriend.

- Holy shit. That her?
- Yeah.

Might wanna lock up the silver

and hide the women in the woods.

All available units...

Gotta go.

Hey, buy you a beer after work?

I'm doing a family thing
at a friend of mine's bar.

- Half-price drinks.
- I don't know.

I been steering
clear of the cocktails

- with the old ticker.
- Order something virgin.

Maybe.

Yelling in foreign language.

Let's go.

- Who is that guy?
- A friend.

Come on.

He seems a little pissed.

Well, he wanted a
Mercedes, but he'll live.

Okay, it's definitely
time to go now.

Let's go. Go, go, go!

You're a loser, Anton!

Punchy music.

The last idea I had.

Got swallowed by a black hole.

I could cure cancer.

But they'd give the
prize to some asshole.

Wastin' time,
everybody's ending mine.

Yeah, you could've done it fast.

But the fit just wasn't right.

Keep saying that like it's
supposed to do something.

I don't know what
you want me to do.

I've tried all that.

Yes, I did all of that. What?

Voodoo Thai?

Yes, I did!

Yes, of course I
fucking back-tested.

I'm not stupid.

I don't know,
it's just... it's...

It's justit's fucking
frozen. I don't know.

I got four minutes to
execute this trade, dude.

Iyou installed the
algorithm. You tell me!

Check the router?

That's your fucking
solution, check the router?

Gotta be kidding me.

This is ridiculous.

This has happened to me I...

Fucking ten times before
in the past with you guys.

I'm sick of it.

Yeah, I'm standing
at the router right now.

Just-just calm down
for five seconds.

I don't know...

Dude, I don't know
what you want me to do!

The router looks fine.

Hey, what the fuck
are you doing, man?

The hell away from there.

Wait, what did you just do?

Your Forex rate speed algorithm

was set to LSF instead of LSE.

You're trying to trade
in pounds sterling, right?

Yeah, i-it didn't know
what exchange rate

you were trying to use.

My God, it went through.

It wenl just made
four fucking grand.

I just made four fucking grand!

Holy shit!

Here's your pad Thai.

That’s yeah, great. Right there.

Tip, um

what have we got, 20 bucks?

Shit, man.

It's ten percent, right?

Mellow rock music.

Yeah.

Maybe we can
go to a quiet place.

Where the only sound
I hear is just your voice.

Screaming my face,
but I can understand.

Francis, we're gonna
be at the hospital

very soon, okay?

Offer's comin' in.

How much?

Earnest money, 5,000.

That's good. Sixty-day escrow.

What the hell is escrow?

They hold the money to make
sure the deal goes through.

We don't need that.
We can hold the money.

I love holdin' money.

- Is this the tanning bed guy?
- I think so, yeah.

Aw, damn. I don't tan well.

- How much?
- Hang on.

How much?

Two hundred and eighty-five.

That's good, right?

We owe the bank 250.

That's bad, right?

We'd clear 35,000, owe
some money in taxes,

- so maybe 30?
- Is that good enough?

I was hopin' for more.

All right, fuck it.
Let's not sell, then.

It's 30 more than we have now.

We could wait for another offer.

- All right, let's do that.
- But a better offer

may not ever come
or even another offer.

- Rock, paper, scissors?
- I hate that game.

- I always lose.
- You always pick scissors.

- You always pick rock.
- Exactly.

- That's why you always lose.
- What?

So I should pick
paper next time?

Would you two shut the
fuck up? I'm trying to think.

Has Frank been here today?

- Dead Frank?
- Not-so-dead Frank.

- He disappeared.
- No kidding?

That's great news! I
been racking my brain

trying to come up with
somethin' nice to say about him

at the wake.

He could always be counted on

to drain your beer when
you weren't payin' attention?

So no one's seen him.

Sorry, Liam. But
he's still breathin'.

- That's good?
- Good for who?

If he does show up,

can you make sure he
gets home safe, okay?

Sure. Of course.

All right, are
we sellin' or not?

BP 135 over 85,

pulse ox is 94 on RA,
so we kept him off O2.

Altered and confused.
He could be high.

There's no ID on him, but
we think his name is Francis.

Hi, Francis.

You know where you are?

You're in the emergency room.

We're gonna take
care of you, okay?

I don't feel very good.

Right. We're gonna check
you out soon as we can.

They keep a key
under a rock in the yard?

I'd have known that, I would've
cleaned them out years ago.

All right, V said
everything in the living room

and on the dining room
table's up for grabs.

A lot of good kitchen
stuff we could use.

We got a mixing bowl, some
pots and pans, cutting board.

What, you gonna
start cookin' now?

One of us has to.
Takeout's too expensive.

Hey, man, ramen, some water,
and a minute in the microwave,

I'm all set.

Hoo!

Look at this, leather chaps.

What do you think?
Dress up in leather,

go cruising for some flabby
dentist dudes we can roll?

Hey.

Take a look at this crib.

It's in pretty good shape.

What do you mean, "Come
take a look at this crib"?

Crib means baby.

Yeah.

"Yeah," what?

What, you wanna have a baby?

You don't want a baby?

Wh-hold on. You do?

Hell yes.

All right, man, well, I
don't know if you've noticed,

we don't exactly have
the right equipment.

Although the way you
been talkin' about pans

and fuckin' taupe furniture,
you might be growin' a vagina.

Help me move this thing.

No.

Why not?

'Cause if we have a crib,

we gotta fuckin'
put somethin' in it.

Just grab the other end.

Where are we even
gonna get a baby?

No one's gonna let
two ex-cons adopt a kid.

So we'll steal one.

What?

I'm joking.

Look, there's gotta be a
neglected Milkovich baby

crawling around your
family tree somewhere.

You guys are like
horny little rabbits.

You pop out a Milkovich
fucker at least once a month.

What?

I'd be a shitty dad, man.

No, you wouldn't.

Yeah, what if I, like

beat it or...

You won't.

Spare the fireplace poker,

spoil the child.

That's the kind of shit
my dad always said.

Come here.

- Fuck you.
- Come on.

Fuck off. No, I don't...

Fu.

I hate this.

You're gonna be a great dad.

Hey.

Couldn't find him.

I'm not surprised.

- I never could either.
- You used to look for Frank?

Yeah.

All the time.

Did he always come back?

Not right away.

But yeah.

Hey, why don't
you go get dressed?

Get ready for that thing
at The Alibi, all right?

Okay.

Yo!

Shelby. What's goin' on, man?

Shit, man.

Checkin' out this vacant lot.

Yeah? How come?

Thinkin' of buyin' it.

Shit. What for?

Neighborhood's comin' up, man.

With that condo project
goin' in next to you,

I figured it'd be a good place

to put my settlement money.

You got a settlement?

That gas leak that took my mom.

That was, like, ten years ago.

Yeah. Legal shit takes forever.

I heard your house was
a part of that condo deal.

Surprised you didn't sell.

Yeah, me too. Got screwed.

You were gonna sell?

Yeah.

How much were you thinkin'
of selling your house for?

I don't know. I was
thinkin', like, 200.

Well, yeah.

That's a bit outta
my price range.

I mean... we're prepared
to go as low as 150.

Good to see you, Lip.

Take care.

Hey, Shelby.

How much you got, man?

Don't touch me
like that -My God.

Get mad when I fall in
love too fast, too bad...

My God.

Do you want me to for you?

No, no, I'm good.

Maybe we'll go a
couple more rounds later.

Hey, I'm thinking
of splitting tomorrow.

Why?

El Pasogot a couple
friends in a club down there

running some shit
that sounds promising.

You're more than
welcome to come.

- To Texas?
- Yeah, get outta Chicago

before it gets cold.

You got your tools, your truck,

and you can fix
pipes and whatever,

and I'll do my thing.

What about Franny?

Well, bring her.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Why the hell not? We
can have some laughs.

Thelma and Louise it.

You only live once, right?

Hey, Franny, what you doin'?

- Drawing.
- Yeah?

It's lookin' good.

Mellow music.

Fiona?

Hi.

Where have you been?

I've been right here.

- Yeah?
- Course.

How are you feeling, Francis?

- Frank.
- Sorry.

How are you feeling, Frank?

You're so beautiful.

Thank you.

- Nancy?
- Yep.

Did rapid come back yet?

Yes... and it is negative.

Temp's spiking, 103.4.

And his pulse ox is 88.

Lung sounds
diminished bilaterally.

I think we should run a PCR.

Okay. Draw a CBC with diff.

Start him on ten of O2
with a non-rebreather

and get him into a gown, please.

Fiona, you cried
a lot as a baby.

Mad all the time.

Okay. Just take deep
breaths. Try not to talk.

But so beautiful.

Shit! It's Officer Carl.

Hide your drugs
and illegal firearms.

I'm off duty, Kev.

And this is my comrade
in blue, Arthur Tipping.

He's helping me
chase the gentrifiers

and scumbag
developers off the streets

of our beloved South Side.

Pleasure. Making sure
no one shoots this idiot?

Doing what I can. But
he's an animal out there.

- I know.
- The dancers

are gonna put their
costumes on upstairs.

What can I get you two
underpaid public servants?

I will be having a beer,

and Arthur here will
order something virgin.

Well, you came
to the right place.

- You like your drinks pink?
- Or bright blue?

How 'bout a Coke?

Well, this place is great.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

It's gonna be a tanning
salon in a couple weeks.

Wait, you guys already sell?

We got an offer.
Came in kind of low.

We have a couple
of days to decide

- if we're gonna accept it.
- Shame.

There aren't a lot of places
like this around anymore.

You mean money-losing
businesses?

Great dive bars where
your shoes stick to the floor

and you're not elbowed
away from the bar

by dudes with man buns.

Amen.

Hey. They here yet?

No, not yet. You got the sign?

Yeah. Should I
put it in the back?

- Yeah.
- Cool.

Jesus, there she is.

- The other one your sister?
- Yeah.

You gonna tell
her? I don't know.

I'd wait till that
Heidi's not around.

She's likely to cut you.

Hey, I've got the
sausages and the buns.

- Where you want 'em?
- Put 'em in the back.

All right.

No Frank?

PCR came back positive.

Pulse ox is down to 84.

Respiration's 30.
Get his bed up.

We need respiratory
back down here.

Nancy?

Yep.

Wow.

Is that legally binding?

Claire?

That's new.

Yeah.

Start him on comfort care,

0.6 milligrams hydromorphone IV.

I'll call legal.

Is that Frank?

Yeah, he said that was his name,

but he came in without any ID.

Gallagher. Frank Gallagher.

You know him?

He's a frequent-flyer legend.

I think he may
still be number one

on our drug-seeking no-fly list.

Call for his chart.

There'll be some contact
information on there.

Soft ethereal music.

Hey, I don't wanna
stay too long, all right?

I wanna get back
to the apartment

so I can unpack my clothes.

Yeah, four or five
beers, and we'll go.

One beer, and we'll go.

Fine.

Do you seriously not
know what today is?

Jesus Chr... I don't
know. Thursday?

Twenty-first.

Doesn't ring any bells with you?

No. Should it?

It's our wedding anniversary.

Shit.

One year ago today.

Hey, man.

That's great.

Come on. I'm thirsty.

- Surprise!
- Surprise!

Happy anniversary!

Speech!

Um.

I love this man.

Who wants to dance?

We'll see.

How you doing in there, Frank?

What's that?

Frank Gallagher's files.

Come on.

Help me find an emergency
contact number in this mess.

You can't let them
sell this place.

I know. I'm gonna miss it.

- It'd make a great cop bar.
- You know what? It would.

I got my 20 in, some
money stashed away.

We could partner up. You'd
look good behind the bar.

- No money.
- How much they selling for?

I don't know. Hey,
Kev. Come here.

- You made it.
- Yeah.

One year.

You had doubts?

Yeah, you didn't?

Tami may be pregnant again.

Congratulations.

It's not good news.

It's been a tough year.

So what?

Do it anyway.

Hey, you don't want it,

Mickey and I can
take it off your hands.

Yeah, you want kids?

I do. Mickey, um... not so much.

Hey, I think I found somebody
who might wanna buy the house.

- No shit?
- Shelby.

The barbecue guy?

How much?

He's only got 75 grand.

Ouch.

Kev and V got 175?

Yeah.

So that means we get,

15 each?

It's not much, but

it's something.

You take my 15.

We don't need
it. We're doin' fine.

Thank you.

But no, thanks.

So... should we sell?

You decide.

I'm good with
whatever you wanna do.

Everybody's leaving me
with the decisions today.

That's 'cause you're
the closest thing to a dad

we ever had.

Yeah?

Better go get Mickey

before he runs off with
one of those dancers.

Love you, big brother.

Yeah, I love you too, asshole.

Hey, there's a car
on fire out here!

- Come on, check it out!
- Hey, grab your drink.

- This, I gotta see.
- Come on. Hey, let's go.

All right, make sure
you pay our tabs

before you walk out the door.

I will find y'all.

I've been on the
phone for 20 minutes!

My car is burn...
it's a white Tesla.

It's in the middle of
the streetit's on fire!

Hey, how you like

that $80,000 Roman
candle now, bitch?

We get high in
backseats of cars.

We break into mobile homes.

We go to sleep to Shake Appeal.

Never wake up on our own.

That's the way we get by.

To the way we get by.

That's the way we get by.

To the way we get by.

That's the way.

We get by, to the way we get by.

That's the way we get by.

The way we get by,
the way we get by.

To the way we get by.

That's the way we get by.

To the way we get by.

That's the way we get by.

To the way we get by.

That's the way we get by.

I'm not gonna ask
your forgiveness,

because you bunch
didn't do shit for me.

So let's just call it a draw.

I know some of you
think you hate my guts,

and truth be told,

I never liked any
of you much either.

But we're all Gallaghers.

My only advice

is to stop worrying
so damn much.

You're supposed to ask
people on their deathbed

if they wish they'd worked more

or spent more time
with their family.

Me?

Hell, I wish I'd partied more.

Nobody ever said
our neighborhood

was the Garden of Eden,

but it's been a good home to us,

to me and you kids.

I'm proud of all of you,

because every single one of you

reminds me a little bit of me.

Lip, you're smart as a whip.

You just can't seem to
get outta your own way.

You'll figure it out.

Ianindustrious,
incredible work ethic.

Not a clue where
you got that from.

Touch of mental
illness from your mother.

Only way I can understand

how you ended up
marrying a Milkovich.

Carl... ha.

I never could figure you out.

Can't believe you betrayed
the family and became a cop.

I'm hoping you're
already on the take.

Debbie, you remind
me of your mother,

not in a good way.

Good luck in life.
You're gonna need it.

Liam, you're the
apple of my eye.

You handsome devil.

Everybody says
you look just like me.

Kev, Veronica,

you're overrated as friends.

Always sticking your noses
in my family's business

where they don't belong.

You're moving. I
say good riddance.

And me, Frank Gallagher...

Father, teacher, mentor.

Captain of our little ship.

People say you can't
drink your troubles away.

I say you're just
not drinkin' enough.

I guess that's it.

Not much left to say, really.

Except... time's precious.

Don't fuckin' waste it.

Have a good time.
I sure as hell did.

That's the way we get by.

To way we get by, to way.

That's the way we get by.

Damn! What is this
guy, like, 80 proof?

At least. This
guy definitely liked

- to knock back a couple.
- Couple of cases

and two bottles
of JB's more like it.

Rock music.

Trouble come runnin'

Here it come runnin' again.

Well, all right

I got taken away.

By a heavenly host.

To a heavenly place.

Running again