All language subtitles for Shameless (US) S06E06 NSFW

You don't think I have enough to do
around here?

Jesus! I'm not your fucking mother.

Here's what you missed last week
on shameless.

-I'm frank. This is Debbie.
-Yeah.

-You're here to interview as the nanny.
-Hi.

You're setting me up
with a dying woman's husband?

Unlock the downstairs window,

I'll sneak in late, sleep on the floor,
I'll be gone before anyone wakes up.

I was hoping you'd come.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Man, what's with you
and this bike, anyway?

When I was nine years old,
I got a bike just like this one.

Had it for one day
before pops traded it for a rock.

-Give me my gun.
-Oh, and don't forget...

We still need a volunteer to host

the foster child
we're receiving this morning.

-We'll take him.
-What?

-Who are they?
-Damn refugee kids.

You're not a boy.

How could you send out that picture
of helene?

I just saw your phone there
and the idea popped into my head,

like divine intervention.

It's all over the goddamn school!

I'm into you, all right?
I thought you were into me.

-I am.
-Well, what's the problem?

What do you want?

-A date.
-A date?

Fiona, the sheriffs are here!
They're kicking us out!

-What?
-They're putting everything on the street!

-What is going on?
-We're getting evicted.

You know, good thing we didn't get
that apartment.

Hotels are for ballers.

Black with 12 sugars.
Sweet and dark, just like your bitches.

National cheerleading championships
just rolled in.

Honeys all up and down this mofo.

Let's go down to the gym.

Bounce some treadmill titties.

Not even titties?

Can't stay messed up
about that bike forever, man.

Not gonna be forever.

-How long?
-Till I make it right.

Holy shit.

Why am I here?

You crawled into bed hammered,
then sang a little and passed out.

Oh, no, not Melissa Etheridge.

I don't know who that is.

Did I do anything else?

-Uh, you groped me a little.
-Oh, my god! I am so sorry!

No worries!

I'm gonna go make the kids pancakes!

Yesterday we did chocolate chip.

Today I'm gonna do blueberry,
and tomorrow we're trying for pumpkin.

Lot of pancakes.

Good morning! I'm here to concierge you
through your hangover

and straight into your
doctor's appointment.

I passed out in Debbie's bed last night.

Yikes. How'd she take it?

Fine, but, I feel like an idiot.

What's gotten into me?
I'm not attracted to her!

I feel maternal towards her.
It's a, it's a nurturing instinct.

She's very nurturable.

I'm losing my shit, frank.
It's hitting me.

I just keep thinking about that coffin.

And my body inside it.

I'm gonna puke.

-How was last night's tangle?
-Huh?

You and Erica?

A little scissor action?

Eww! No! It was so not like that.
She was just drunk and confused.

And she's married. To a guy.

A woman's sexuality
is as fluid as the Mississippi.

Mark my words, kid.

She's sweet on you.

You're so sexy when you're in the thrall
of a small lit rectangle.

Well, you're up early.

Procedure tomorrow freaking you out?

Abortion, you mean?

You can say the word.

And no.

What's that?

-Three grand a month?
-Mmm-hmm.

-The place is a dump!
-Yeah, it's a block away

from our old place.

The fellow who lived here hung himself,
I didn't see that in the listing.

You want coffee?

Liam was born in that house.

And Carl and Debbie.

And you were abused and neglected,
and saddled

with the burden of raising five kids
in that house.

What am I gonna do
without kev and v next door?

You'll stay friends

or you'll grow apart, the way adults do.

I want some coffee.

Fuck! Fuck!
I forgot something at the house.

I gotta get it before the new owners
move in!

You have time to go.
Go ahead, I'll watch Liam, go.

-Thanks. I won't be long.
-Okay.

How are you so awesome?

Trial and error?

Uh-oh.

Oh! Goddamn pregnancy hormones!

Can't wait to get it sucked out.

-What the fuck!
-Hey!

Get up.

-What time is it?
-Like, 10:00.

-So get up.
-Mmm.

I need to ask you advice.

I'm going on a date.

Yeah, with the fireman?

Yeah.

You know, Mickey and I
never went out on dates.

Ned never took me out.

Kash and I fucked in the back
of a convenience store.

And I don't think jerking off strangers
in a nightclub counts, so...

Well, how hard can it be? You know,

you eat, you drink,
you bang till your balls fall off, right?

What about clothes?

I'd definitely wear some.

Yeah, asshole, I mean like what kind?
Like fancy?

Shit, I don't know, man, I've

never really been on a real date either,
you know, not like an official one.

One sec!

Yo!

-Holy shit, dude. Been online yet?
-No, I just woke up.

That picture of your lady professor
showed up on gawker this morning.

-What?
-It's labeled "not safe for work."

I've got 106 new emails.

The provost wrote me?

What's a provost?

I'm being asked to appear
before a faculty disciplinary committee.

Damn.

Oh, my god!

Is that him or her?

Look at that face!

Already up to no good.
It's a Gallagher all right!

I remember the first time I saw Fiona
in Monica's gut.

She looked like a rotting apricot.

I screamed, "what the fuck is that?"

I mean, we were on a lot of drugs,
but that fetus looked unholy.

Came out perfect, though.

You're sure you don't want to know
the gender?

Before we knew your gender,
we called you "the tumor."

Then they said you were a girl.

All of a sudden you were "Debbie."

I was "Debbie"?

Once you know the gender,
your fetus goes from a

clump of cells to a genuine person.

It's something...

Gotta run.

Tell you what, I'll write it down,
stick it in an envelope.

-You can hang onto it and decide later.
-Cool.

Promised Erica I'd pick her up
after her scan.

Rampant metastasis, here we come.

Was hoping for that.

Fuck.

Sorry, I didn't mean to bust in.
I left something behind.

That explains the sound
of smashing glass..

We're just finishing the inspection.

It's, uh, disappointing.

-What do you mean?
-Termites...

Asbestos, mold, lead paint,
foundation cracks,

warped floorboards, water damage,

missing copper pipes
and plumbing fixtures,

rodent infestation,
shoddy electrical work,

ancient furnace, major roof issues.

Freshly destroyed kitchen window
and a broken closet door.

Also, it appears a large hispanic family
has been living under the house.

And the toilets back up like once a month.

And the pipes freeze in the winter.

How much to fix it all, you think?

Buck 50, give or take.

A 150 grand?

Jesus!

My two cents throw this turd back
in the sewer.

Door was open.

Hey, no, no, listen, I'm so fucking sorry.

Okay, I'm gonna fix this.

Helene?

Look, you have every right to be pissed,
I just... helene!

Hey!

Hey, doc.

Where's our trooper?

You, the cancer concierge?

I like to think of myself as an ambassador
for the pre-deceased.

Okay, well she's groggy
from the anti-anxiety meds.

I told her the news.

Not sure she absorbed it.

Let her rest.

Tell her again when the meds wear off.

How long she have left? Couple weeks?
A month?

Could be several years, more even.

Years, you, what?

Her tumor's diminished considerably
since her last scan.

Pretty much the ideal outcome for this
course of treatment. I'm thrilled.

I have got back to back surgeries,
but I'll call tomorrow to follow up.

Though I'm fairly certain
we can start using the term "remission".

Retired police vehicle.

Can still smell the junkie flop sweat.

Perfect for a couple punks
like yourselves.

-You feeling this?
-Don't want a car.

You need to upgrade. Let that bike go.

It's not about the bike.

It's about respect.

Who's ready for some juice?

Hurricane bass!

Four twelve-inch subwoofers
and a 1200 watt amp!

Got no license.

Damn, take it easy!

Ain't been behind the wheel
since I was eight!

Well, it seems you heard correctly.

That family's just rescinded their offer
on your house.

So can we buy it?

If you still have your down payment
and your mortgage approval.

Yes, thank you! Oh, my god!

-Okay what now?
-Okay! Uh, fill out this and this.

Sections eight through fifteen,
and these, and these,

and here's something for your spouse,

and a little something
from your insurance...

Wait, spouse?

I'm sorry, I thought you were married.

I am, sort of. What document?

He's just co-signing the mortgage there.

Uh, unless the house won't be
jointly owned.

Oh, it won't, we're separated.

Oh, well, then here is a document

declaring he has no claim to the house.

And, uh, that needs to be notarized there.

Ugh! How long was I out?

Couple hours.

I'm not myself these days.

Hey! Oh, that is wonderful!
Did Debbie help you with that?

I used to make these things all the time
with my little brother Liam.

I'm good with crafts.
I love it, actually.

Really?

You love it?

Well, I do.

How was your prenatal check-up?

Uh, the gender's inside,
I haven't opened it yet.

Really?

You know what you should do?
You should have a gender-reveal party.

-What's that?
-Uh, you would give this to a baker...

And ask him to make you a cake with either
pink or blue frosting on the inside.

And then you invite people over,
gather around,

cut into the cake, and surprise!

Oh, that's so cool!

We could do it here!

You can invite your family.
I'd love to meet them.

What is this, arts and crafts hour?

Where's the Elmer's and macaroni?

Getting my old customers back
by keeping the hipsters away.

Aren't they kind of staying away
on their own?

Yeah, well then I'm trying to show
my regulars that we're loyal to them.

And we won't change
for all the mustache wax in the city.

Because you already did.

And you'd have kept doing if they were
still paying 10 bucks for diet beer.

That was nice.

In my country we have sayings, "stay away
from men with excessive facial hair."

Is that true?

No, you dumb fuck.

Everything I say is bullshit,

but you believe me because I have accent
and I never smile.

Okay, from now on, free well drinks
to anyone who comes in

with a utility shutoff,

an ebt card, an eviction notice,
or an unemployment stub.

Pass that shit on.

Gentlemen!

And gentleman-adjacent. Riddle me this.

How is it that a woman can be
on death's door one day

and healthy as a summer Daisy the next?

I'll tell you.

Because taxpayers like me subsidize
massively overpriced cancer drugs

so that doctors can buy
their wives new faces.

Or, treat patients and stave off
premature death.

Who asked you?

Beerkeep, my daily.

Hey! Everyone, an announcement!

My winsome young progeny here
is with sperm!

Gonna be a grandfather,
for the first time.

-You, wipe tables. You, feed baby.
-Okay!

I thought chuckie was your first grandkid.

There is no way that retarded donut
is a Gallagher.

Probably found him in the discard bin
at the goodwill.

Frank, I think you were right about Erica.
Things are getting weird.

She was holding my hand for
like a really long time and

staring at me like this.

Debs, it's time to face the fact that
you are a sweet earthy hunk of Irish sod,

meant to be shared by flesh farmers
of all persuasions.

What are you talking about?

Erica's in remission.

What? She was dying!

Well, now she's not.

I'm withholding the news
so that you can step up your game,

but you better do it quick
because she's gonna find out soon...

-Step up what game?
-There's no way

they're gonna keep a nanny
if Erica is healthy.

You gotta find another way in.

She already thinks you're a babe.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

But I like boys!

Don't you wanna raise your baby
in a cozy home?

-Of course, but...
-Then throw her a bone.

A little finger-bang here,
nipple-tweak there.

-I don't know how!
-You don't have to go downtown right away.

You can work up to it.

Otherwise, come winter,
you're gonna find yourself begging

for pocket change from a roadside
snow bank with an infant in your lap.

A lesson in parenting, gentlemen.

Who knows, you might like it.

It's nothing like the love of a good woman
to make someone feel special.

God, I miss that.

Last week you wanted me to bang Tyler,
now his wife.

I'm not that person, frank.

I'll find my own way in without sex.

I'll become like a family member.

Quickest way to a woman's heart

is through her la-la,
but if your way works, more power to you.

All right, what do you guys think?

You spelled tattoo with four t's.

Tattoo.

Open up, Amanda.

Look, I can hear you.

Look, just tell the board
you made a mistake.

Say you're a jealous cunt
and you didn't mean to get her in trouble.

What board?

Like the committee, the provost.

No idea what you're talking about.

What do you mean?
They didn't ask you to come in?

-Nope. Excuse me.
-Okay, wait.

Wait, then, then make a statement
or post a retraction somewhere.

-Where?
-Online!

Do you actually not understand
how the Internet works?

I don't care how it works, okay!
Helene could lose her job!

Well, maybe she should have thought
about that

before she started banging her students.

And maybe you should learn how to treat
the girls that you sleep with better.

Ever heard of the campsite rule?

-The what?
-Leave the area in better shape

than you found it, asshole.

-Move.
-Wait, wait, wait!

Give me a break.

Where are you going?

The feminazis are after me.

Accused me of trying to destroy
a high-status female because

I've internalized
my own gender oppression.

Two thousand comments on my Facebook page,
including death threats.

My parents want me to leave campus
until it blows over.

You're on your own, lip.

But then again, I guess you always were.

Gus, hi!

Thanks for calling me back.

I, uh, I just need you to sign some papers
so that I can buy my house back.

Hello?

Hello?

Shit. Gus? Hello?

Fuck!

What brings you over here?

In the neighborhood.

This your new family?

-I mean, the family at your new job.
-Uh, yeah.

You kill my unborn niece or nephew yet?

Tomorrow morning, bright and early.

Whatever.

So I'm having a gender-reveal party
at my boss's house, so...

-A what?
-It's when you cut a cake...

And see if there's pink
or blue frosting inside.

Surprise...

You're inviting me to your party?

I don't know. Yeah.

Because like, there's stuff
I wanna talk to you about,

but we've been hating each other so bad,
so I can't.

And it sucks because I don't know
who else to go to,

but I can't trust you
because you don't support me.

I do support you, debs, I just

don't support all your choices.

I am my choices, Fiona.

Why don't you see that?

Whatever.

All right, well, have fun.

-Bye, Liam!
-Bye!

You okay?

Ask me tomorrow.

"Battery died."

"Will meet you at the alibi
between 10:00 P.M. and 1:00 A.M."

Ha! Three hours?
He's just fucking with me.

I usually get a bunch of apps to share.

You good with that?

Mmm.

Appetizers.

Sure, yeah, yeah, big fan of apps.

Uh, hi, we'll take a bottle
of 2005 boulay sancerre, some crab cakes,

the roasted Brussels, the spiced almonds,

and prosciutto plate.

Yeah.

You seem like a very pensive kind of guy.

You an only child?

Uh, no.

Brothers and sisters?

A bunch, yeah.

Older or younger?

Both.

What about your parents? Both still alive?

Yeah.

Fantastic.

I'm learning so much.

Okay.

Look, I... I have no idea what I'm doing.

My last boyfriend wasn't much of a talker.

His idea of a conversation
was to insult me a bunch and then

punch me right before we banged.

You're a victim of domestic abuse?

Where I'm from,
people communicate with their fists.

And where is that?

- South side.
- Mmm...

Hands of steel.

Okay, so you're a street rat.

A brawler.

Is that a problem?

Only if you make it one.

I gotta get to the firehouse.

Thought you were off-duty.

I know this sounds like an excuse,
considering how well this is going, but...

Hank's kid is sick, he needs me to cover.

Let me come with you.

-To the firehouse?
-Yeah, I wanna go for a run.

All right.

Lay low.

-We're closed.
-Oh, my god!

Please, this cake is for a party
that could prevent me from either becoming

a pregnant homeless teenage mom or

having to have gay sex with
Melissa Etheridge's former girlfriend!

What do you need?

Gender party.
The sex of my baby is inside.

- For when?
- Tomorrow.

No, gotta order that bougie shit
in advance.

Well what can you do by tomorrow?

Those stale-ass cupcakes.

Can re-cream them with blue
or pink in the morning.

How do you re-cream a cupcake?

Poke a hole in the bottom.
Scoop out the filling with a tiny spoon.

Pack a syringe with fresh cream.
Stick it in the hole.

Squeeze.

Thank you so much! Thank you!

"Goldilocks was tired.
So she went upstairs.

"This bed is too hard!

"This bed is too soft!

"This bed is just right!

"And then the bears came home."

Know what happens next?

Okay, no.

We do not kill goldilocks.
Goldilocks is good.

We don't kill good people.

-Then who?
-No one.

Kill bears, then.

She just drove off.

Right, I mean, she didn't even look at me.

I'll be there tomorrow offering

silent moral support from behind
a yellow legal pad.

What am I supposed to say to them?

What do you want from all this?

I don't want her to lose her job.

And I want her to not break up with me.

She loses her job, you're free
to get freaky wherever and whenever.

She keeps it, no way she's gonna take
that kind of risk again.

Yeah, but if she loses her job
because of me,

she's still never gonna
wanna see me again.

Precisely.

Catch 22.

Remember this,

we have only two jobs on this earth.

The first, to learn.

The second, to cope.

And by "cope" you mean,

walking through life shit-faced?

We all find ways to soften the edges.

Some edges need more softening
than others.

What are your edges?

My edges are named Molly and Tabitha.

Both seized by somebody taller, richer,

and less of a fuck-up.

One of them was nine.

You have a daughter?

To finding something worth learning

and to coping with it.

Once we hit a cool mill,

think I'm gonna buy me a sick crib.

Bearskin rug, game room,
recording studio, hot tub.

Thug for life, homes.

Not me.

Not you what?

Couple more gigs, I'm out.

Damn.

You got a plan?

Farmer.

Like on a farm with corn and shit?

No, goats, and cows, and chickens
and pigs.

No people.

Ain't good with people.

Seem good with me.

You different, you straight.

Most people be twisty.

Hey, how about, we nab a dope pad
around here?

Score a few acres around will county
for weekends.

Sit around drinking king cobras,
watching our cows hump one another.

Hey, let's go terrorize
that shady Iranian optometrist.

Fucker owes me five stacks.

Eviction notice.

Where's my booze?

Tommy, how many people did you tell?

One.

You said "free" and "drink."
Doesn't take more than that.

Ah! Incoming! Man with lady-bun!

What's with the sign, bro?

The alibi is serving working class
regulars only.

So you and your bun-buddies can take
your privileged asses

to the overpriced toilet
down the street, capisce?

-Whatever, man.
-Whatever this.

Ah! Ho! Okay.
Aah!

Nice!

Who's tired of the smell of latte foam
and ball cheese? Me.

Fuck those super rich little douche bags.

You guys are the real deal.

Ah! Yeah!

So it's back to metabolized rotgut
and decaying homeless-person.

I've been called worse.

Looks like an unemployment office in here.
Gives me the willies.

What are you still doing here, frank?

A question for the ages.

You said you needed a notary
for two signatures.

-I've been here three hours.
-I don't know where he is.

-Somebody got stood up.
-Mind your business.

The heck you need a notary for?

I'm trying to buy back the house
that you stripped clean last week,

but I need Gus to sign something first.

Atta girl.

Me and Debbie might need a back-up place.

If I buy this house, there's no way
you're slipping back in under my roof.

I said "might."

Besides, doesn't sound like you're
pulling it off, what with hubby M.I.A.

-Piss off, frank.
-I don't need your charity!

The three of us will do just fine
on our own.

Me, my devoted daughter,
and my granddaughter-to-be.

Debbie's having a girl?

My wife is pregnant, my kid has
an ear infection, I need to get home.

What the fuck does that mean?

"Hung up. Might not make it."
Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit.

$30 for travel, plus the $65 waiting fee.
I'll take cash.

-Sir, can you hear me?
-Hey, what happened?

I stabbed him.

He fucked with me
for the last time.

Caleb!

Listen, I'll be right back, okay.

You okay?

I think he broke it.

All right, listen, it's gonna be okay.

One, two...

Now, breathe.

Hey!

-What are you doing?
-Her arm is broken.

-You're not trained, you...
-I learned this in basic.

Thanks, uh, I'll take over.

Rough meeting?

No meeting.

Gus texted at 1:07,

to say that he'd meet me
at patsy's tomorrow.

Told me to bring his grandmother's ring.

He's just punishing me,

which I get but it sucks.

How was your day?

Oh, yeah, we went to the fall festival.

Will and Liam raced corn-cob cars
and shared root beer floats.

How sweet!

Yeah, they passed out on the pull-out
surrounded by comic books.

Lip and Ian used to do that.

Spread all the blankets out
in the living room and

put out all their comics.

See who could stay up latest.

In their little footie pajamas...

Oh, oh, hey, come back, hormone girl.

Come on.

We both need a lot of rest
before your thing tomorrow.

Your abortion, okay?

-Why do you need rest? You're not coming.
-Uh, yeah I am.

-I'm fine, Sean.
-Yeah, I know you're fine.

Of course you are. I'm also still coming.

You trying to be a hero?

Nope.

Just trying to be a partner.

I'm about to ask you
some very intrusive questions.

Please answer to the best
of your knowledge.

How long did you know Dr. Runyon
before you became intimate?

About an hour and a half.

Maybe less. Umm, I came to class late.

And what was the pretense
of that encounter?

Well, I'd gone to her office to make up
on some of the work that I missed.

And there you had intercourse.

No, no, not exactly.

But the encounter was of a sexual nature?

-Yes.
-Mmm-hmm.

Non-penetrative?

No.

I mean, yes, umm,

non.

Oral?

Yes.

You performed this on her, or she on you?

It was, um, me to her.

Did she coerce you
to perform this sex act?

I'm not sure exactly how you coerce
someone into doing that kind of thing.

Answer the question, please.

She did not coerce me, no.

Have you ever received improved grades

or academic privileges
in exchange for sex?

Look, I don't need any favors.

Whether or not you need them
is beside the point.

We are trying to determine intent.

Did doctor runyon offer you any special
compensation during your relationship?

She wasn't taking advantage of me,

if that's what you're getting at.
I'm not a victim,

okay, it was consensual.

We're not the enemy, Mr. Gallagher.

Just answer the questions
simply and truthfully.

You feel okay?

Yeah.

The valium and ibuprofen
seem to be working.

Okay, you might feel a cramp now.

It's similar to a period cramp,
but sharper.

Hang tight.

You can hold my hand if you need to.

Uh-uh, I'm okay.

Focus on your breathing
instead of the sensation.

In through the nose,
out through the mouth.

That was quick.

How do you feel?

Unpregnant.

Starving.

They gave me a pad for the bleeding.

I never wear pads, I feel like I have
a burrito between my legs.

"Bleeding"?

Yeah, totally normal.

It should slow down in a few hours.

They said if I feel okay later,
I could even go back to work.

But you're okay?

I'll be honest, I'm devastated,
I'm not drinking a milkshake right now.

Thanks for driving me,
my party is gonna be super fun.

Whose car is this?

Company car.

Cool.

I'm really glad you could make it
and I hope you guys like cupcakes!

Fuck, man!

That's my fucking bike.

Slow down! I'm pregnant!

It's not worth it.

Think of the farm.

The fucking cows, man.

Another romantic meal
with just the three of us.

"Need to push an hour, 7:00 P.M. okay?"

Dickwad.

If he stands me up again I'm just
showing up at his apartment

with a notary in one hand
and a baseball bat in the other.

Tell me again why getting the house
is so important.

I don't even know anymore.

I mean, Debbie's family
is throwing her a party, for fuck's sake.

A gender party.

You gonna go?

It's baby-related, so, no.

You'll always be the person
who raised them, you know.

Regardless of what they do
or where they live.

What if I don't wanna be that anymore?

What if I

just wanna be their sister?

Oh, so now you hipsters want to come in?

Now that we don't want you?
Ironic isn't it?

Don't rile them up.

Kev?

Snuck in through the back.

Got a whiskey sour.

Hey, defend the fortress!

Head up to the roof and dump acid
on their...

All right, hang on, Tommy.

Where's your ghetto cred, buddy?

-What is this?
-Food stamps.

These are stamp-stamps.

From a post office.

Do you even know what food stamps
look like?

All right, tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna let you stay
because I like your initiative.

But you're gonna have to pay a cover.

-How much?
-Ten.

Fifteen?

Twenty?

Twenty.

Yeah, 20 bucks.

Now go tell your friends.

I'll let in four hipsters every hour,
but it's $20 a head.

You got it? Go tell them.

We're in! We did it!

All right, but easy! Easy, easy! Easy!
You'll all get your turn!

We're gonna need to get a bouncer.

And we need to get a scary one,
like pants-shittingly scary.

Want some coffee?

Sure.

This is all for your sculpture stuff?

Yeah.

Used to get scraps from burned-down homes
on our runs.

But homeowners don't love it
when firemen take their stuff.

-Cream or sugar?
-Black.

You sell these?

To friends sometimes,
if they're drunk enough.

What's this one?

That's my latest.

I love to find a treasure
inside the trash.

I try to find the secret life in things,

what it wants to be instead of what it is.

That what you're doing with me?

Good question.

Can I kiss you?

I thought kissing comes
after you've had sex a bunch of times.

Ian, kissing comes
whenever you want it to.

Even now.

Fiona's not coming?

We can just start without her.

So!

Thank you guys all so much for coming!

Bathroom?

Oh, door, right down the hallway.

Um, so as you guys know,

I kind of wanted to keep
the gender of my baby a surprise,

but Erica here,
who's been like a mother to me,

suggested I throw this party
and include everyone.

So, that's what I did!

It's my doctor.

Um, I have to take this, so sorry.
I'll just be, I'll be one sec.

Wait! Carl!

Fuck!

Umm...

Frank, I was thinking a lot about this,
and guess what?

I think I'm gonna name the baby
after Erica.

Eric if it's a boy.
What do you think of that?

- Thumbs up.
- Awesome!

Umm...

I'm in remission!

-Hey! Fantastic!
-Wow! That's so awesome!

We got involved,

and unfortunately, my marriage was
in a transitional place at the time.

I understand that, while not banned
outright in our code of conduct,

sleeping with students reflects
poor judgment on my part.

It not only jeopardizes my standing
with the university,

but compromises the emotional well-being
of the student in question.

I'm willing to take a probationary leave
of absence,

during which time I will prepare
a statement regarding my behavior

that the university may choose
to make public at any point.

In the meantime, I have terminated
all contact with said student,

and intend to continue
this course of action.

We also recommend
that you seek counseling.

We understand this is not your first
encounter with a student in this capacity.

It is simply your most public.

I've already begun to see a therapist
who specializes in sex addiction.

Thank you, doctor runyon.
We'll render a decision shortly.

It's not a crime to want to fuck!
I mean, what is with you people?

He hasn't been getting much sleep.
I've been working him pretty hard.

We would like to provide you
with mental health services

to help you cope with this ordeal,
Mr. Gallagher.

What happened between helene and me
wasn't wrong.

Okay, and I don't need to cope with it.

We're in love,

okay?

As I've said,
this relationship has been terminated.

Sex addiction?

What the hell is that shit?

Look, I know you had to say that stuff
in there to cover your own ass,

but it's not an ordeal, okay?

Not for me.

Could you stop for a second
and fucking look at me?

So what, that's it, then?

What, that's how you want to end this?

Don't follow me.

Don't text me.

Stay away from my home,
my husband, my son.

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

Yo! Yo, what did you do?

Called the cops.

You better split.

Why?

Hey, do you have a sanitary pad
I could borrow?

The machine in the bathroom might have one
from the '80s.

Hi.

Thanks for coming.
This is gonna be really quick.

This is Abe, the notary.

Where's my ring?

It's in a safety deposit box at the bank,
which is closed right now,

but I can grab it for you
first thing tomorrow morning.

Okay, umm,

these documents release your rights
to the house so that I can buy it back

under my name.

So my signature gets you
something you want.

Correct.

Where's the paper that gets me
what I want?

What do you want?

Well, I wanted a wife who wasn't a lying,
cheating sack of shit.

But I guess that's impossible.

So, I'll settle for an explanation.

I wanna know why you think
I owe you anything.

You don't.

So this is a favor?

I guess?

I do favors for friends.

We are not friends.

So basically, this is you asking me
for something

and offering me nothing in return.

Hey, what's up?

Hey, is Fiona here?

Not yet.

You okay? You need anything?

What, you hungry?

Can I, can I stay here tonight?

Uh, sure.

You can sleep in will's bed.

My only grandson,
what you doing under there?

Everyone's gone.

They all forgot you?

Yeah.

How long you been under here?

Two days.

It gets cold at night.

I pee my pants to stay warm.

Wise choice.

Hey, how about, how about sharing some
of those beans with a hungry old man.

I called my mom in prison.
She said someone would get me.

And here I am.

Your Messiah.

Hand me the hot sauce, would you?

It's over.

Gus wouldn't sign.

And I can't get the loan
and I lost the house.

Honey.

Easy.

I'm so exhausted.

It's okay, just breathe.

And my family is shattered

and Debbie's having a girl
and she can't talk to me,

and I don't know what I'm doing.

I don't know what I'm doing.

You mind if I come in?

Tyler's not back yet
and I'm too excited to sleep.

Sure.

Don't worry, I promise not to touch you.

Even though you are way too adorable.

Here.

I'll stay down on the floor
like a good little bitch.

Oh!

Ah!

I can't believe I got a second shot.

Oh, I'm gonna try to have
a life this time.

I'm gonna make pipe cleaners and

go to shows, and hit the gym.

I'm gonna fuck women!

If Tyler will let me!

Even if he doesn't let me!

I love having you here.

Well, I love being here.

I wish you didn't have to go.

Chuckie!

Chuckleberry!

You dump truck, is that you!

- Grandma!
- Hi.

Come here!

Queenie.

Oh, well, look who it is.

Squirming around in the filth,
just like I left you.

How did you find me?

Well, I wasn't looking for you, baby.

I was looking for this
chubby little menace.

Sammi asked me to watch him
while she's locked up.

It's good to see you.

Slimy fucker.

God.

Let's do it.

-Come let's do it. Come here, here.
-Oh, god!

Get your panties off.

Take your pants down.
Take your pants down.

Dug it up.

What the hell is this?

Buy back the house.