All language subtitles for Shameless Hall of Shame E06 Frank Ghosts of Gallagher Past

rock music

Are we just gonna leave him
there?

Too cold and snowy
to dump him out in the street.

I hope
he doesn't steal anything.

Kev and V'll kill us.

Are you kidding me?

Frank's ass will still
be lying there

when we come back
in the morning.

Frank.
You passed out again.

Uh-oh...

lullaby playing

Frank, it's me.

Should we move him?

Come on, Frank.

I don't have a lot of time.

Oh...

Dad, wake up.
Get up.

Frank?
-Frank?

-Frank!
-Frank.

- Hey. Frank?
-Get up.

Come on, buddy.
Up and at 'em.

- Frank!
- Wake up!

Get up!

Rise and shine,
you lazy fuck!

Don't hurt me.

I thought the money on the bar
was mine.

I didn't steal it.
I will pay you back...

next...

Dad?

Do I look like Princess Diana
with a hog between my legs?

Uh, you're a ghost?

That's what happens
when people die.

And a real rocket scientist
you turned out to be.

Three, two, one, go!

jaunty music

Give me the money.

Frank?

What?
No.

Frank!
What are you doing here?

Happy Thanksgiving.

I need whiskey.

We have to stay hydrated.

Wonder if I should've gotten
the air-conditioned seats...

for my tushy.

Uh, Your Honor,
all due respect,

maybe it's time for you to be

the change you wanna see
in the world.

Hey, dipshit!

Nice panties.

Electroshock therapy.

I saw it on TV.

Plug that in.

-Really?
-What, did I stutter?

I said--

What are you doing here?

I'm the ghost
of Gallaghers past...

or some shit like that.

I've been sent here
to help you change your ways.

Why you?

Well, no one else
wanted to do it,

so he volunteered me.

Upstairs?
You're in heaven?

Upstairs is hell.

Downstairs is heaven.

People have been getting
this wrong for years.

organ music

You believe in God, Frank?

I believe in a force

that thinks it's greater
than myself.

When you're living
on the street,

you start to question
if there really is a god.

There is no God.

We're all gonna die.

I don't care how much
they meditate.

When the time comes,

those Hindus will be shitting
their pants,

just like the rest of us.

You know
what they'll be thinking?

"Fuck, I wish I'd tried steak."

upbeat music

Enlightenment
is a waste of time.

Religion isn't a startup, Ian.

You want God to talk to you,

you gotta stick
with the classics:

Buddhism, Judaism,

Christianity.

Father Pete.
Just who I was looking for.

Silver's locked up, Frank.

All right, ten Hail Marys
and light a candle.

Ten?
Really? Just ten--

All right, 20.
What the hell do you want?

The Bible is the word of God...

How can it be
the word of God...

...passed down for generations!

...if it was rewritten
by King James?

There's not enough laughs
in religion these days.

Too much fire and brimstone.
It turns the kids off.

And if you break the rules,

you burn in hell
for all eternity.

And there's your enlightenment.

Enlightenment.

Nirvana.

I loved their first album.

So that's it?
You're turning away sinners

who are looking
for forgiveness?

This is why white kids
are flocking to Allah.

If a man can't find
a little comfort

from the Catholic Church,

maybe it's time to admit

Martin Luther had a point.

The human genitalia
is like God's compass.

Our devices don't work

if we try to point them
in a direction

they don't wanna go in.

Gonna meet your maker

Meet your maker

Eventually

You're gonna meet
your maker

Ooh, ooh...

We have to deny the existence
of a permanent entity.

All things are
in a constant state of flux,

and no permanent state
exists by itself.

When I lose something,
I like to say a little prayer.

Heavenly Father,
sweet Mary,

that donkey,
little drummer boy...

Something's lost
and cannot be found.

Please, Saint Anthony,
look around.

Amen.

-Frank, great!
- Thank you.

You didn't lose your job yet.

When you address me,
I'd prefer you call me Francis.

Uh-huh.

I made a new tag this morning.

I'll also accept "saint."

"Francis" refers
to Saint Francis of Assisi,

designated patron saint
of animals.

I've always been
a lover of animals.

Do I bless them?

Yes, I do.

Oh, shit,
she's walking to Frank!

"Suffer the little children
to come to me,

and do not hinder them,
for the kingdom of God

belongs to such as these."

Shit, he really is
Saint Francis.

The Bible says...

Frank Gallagher!

This is the best place
to shout at God.

Tell him how you feel.
Don't be shy.

Just scream your guts out.

That all you got?
That's it?

I'm still here!

Frank Gallagher!

You see me?
You fucker.

Asshole!
Motherfucker!

Now, let's
take a look at the order form.

Says here you've become
a horrible person.

-That's not true--
-Shut the fuck up!

I'm trying to read this to you.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

I'm supposed to show you

all the times you've been nice.

There've been a lot of them.

I'm here to remind you
of who you really are

so you don't end up
being fuck-buddies

with the Devil someday.

All right, let's do this thing.

Times you've been nice.

upbeat music

Don't touch my cup, Frank.

I just came over
to say hello, Benny.

Jesus.

That's a neat trick,
you knowing it was me, though.

You're one bucket
of KFC extra crispy

away from giving Precious
a run for her money.

You know I got
a fucking thyroid condition.

Look, I can do this.

-They sent me home from school.
- Well, beat it.

Your grandma and I
are gonna get into some action.

No cockblocking.

Hey, wait.
What's going on here?

Yeah, buddy.
Who got you all snot-nosed?

Oh, my gosh.
Who upset my little woodchuck?

Now close your mouth

before someone considers it
an invitation

and pour me a goddamn drink.

What's he doing
in our bed?

Ow.

I forgive you
for everything you've done:

for not telling me
when you cut that batch of coke

with just a touch of Drano,

for promising me
to that drug dealer

in exchange for crystal meth.

And you told everybody
I was nothing but a good fuck

on the washing machine
at the Laundromat.

Frank, I am miscarrying.

Right now?
Oh, God.

Will you come with me?

Frank!
Four shots,

or you're disqualified.

Come with me, Frank.

I will be back.
I love you.

I'm gonna win this.

I'll be back!

There he goes.
There he goes.

Okay!

If Sheils makes it down
tomorrow,

you promise to keep
your mouth shut about me?

-No.
- Yeah, right.

Fuck you.

It's dangerous
out there, Sheils.

I don't want anything
to happen to you

because I love you.

It was just a car
backfiring, sweetie.

You can't control
what goes on in the world.

You can just choose
to be a part of it.

- Ha.
-Very funny, asshole.

Oh, come on.
I'm just messing with you.

Let me buy you a drink.

Oh, my God!

Thank God someone is home!

Please, help me!

-What is happening?

-I want you.

If we fuck, I die.

She's gonna die soon.

What-what-what are you after,

her home, her pension?

I may love her.

What the hell's that?

An engagement ring.

-You're not serious.
-Serious as a heart attack.

Uh, sorry.
That was in poor taste.

I'll be your wife.

-Uh, yeah.
- We've been informed

there may be
a heart available.

Um, she...
she doesn't need it anymore.

I won't last
another six months.

You gotta keep
a positive outlook, Dottie.

I'm ready to go now, Frank.

Take me to the bedroom.

We're not married.

I know
that you've been playing me.

My money's gonna go
to my daughter.

I'll give you two grand.

Make it three?

Two and the flat-screen.

Why didn't we do that
a long time ago?

My girlfriend died.

I forgive you
for dragging me three blocks

with the car.

Okay, sweetheart,

that was an accident.

No, it wasn't, my love.

How was I supposed to know

that your dress
was caught in the door?

I-I-I can-I can explain.

I can explain.
Here's the thing.

That was
a total misunderstanding.

Taken out of context.

Pharmaceutical entrapment.

I thought she was a he.

I was being a good father.

Kids come pre-wired.

It has nothing to do
with your parenting.

It was a total accident.
I was told hamsters could swim.

I had been assured

that those needles
were almost good as new.

That's very unfortunate.
The '90s were a racist time.

Jesus!
I need it more than you.

-Help!
-No, no, no, no.

You just punched a little girl!

Okay, that-
that was an accident.

I was going more
for a soft tap.

Uh...

Those were the times
I was nice?

Those were
the best we could find.

Enjoy gargling Satan's sperm.

Bye-bye.

Oh, come on.
This is a mistake.

I'm a nice guy, really.
Ask anyone.

Frank Gallagher.

Nobody loves you, Frank.

Loving husband, devoted father.

You mean that deadbeat

that consistently fails

to take care of his family?

A truly respected
and cherished member

of this community.

You should just die now, Frank.

Save everyone a lot of trouble.

Glad you're walking again,
Frank.

I was praying
for permanent paralysis.

Kind of hoping you were dead.

Thought Frank was dead.

Yeah, unfortunately,
he's still alive.

Frank had wronged this family
20 ways since Tuesday.

I mean, he sued Addie

for a loose handrail
on the porch,

opened credit cards
in all our names,

stole our Chevy Malibu,

made meth
in the bathroom upstairs.

You're the reason we had
to install security cameras.

Everybody hates Frank.

We hate you, Frank.

We fucking hate you, Frank.

Not a fucking chance, Frank.

I still owe you a beating
from last year.

Miss, excuse me.

Could you prescribe something
for the pain?

Twenty of morphine
would be more than enough.

You're Frank, right?

-Yes.
-No.

What could that woman
possibly see in Frank?

Maybe she's blind.

And has no sense of smell.

What about Frank?
We can't leave him here.

- Of course we can.
-But it's getting cold.

His thick layer of bullshit
will keep him warm.

We can't not have a bed
for Frank anymore, can we?

- Of course we can.
-Fuck Frank.

Please stop worrying
about Frank.

He is a black hole
of endless need

that will suck the life
out of you.

Excuse me.
Do you know where

I might be able to find
Frank Gallagher?

Best bet?
Nearest jail or gutter.

What the hell's wrong with him?

Got a couple hours?

-You're a raging alcoholic.
-Who owes money to everyone.

Who's had sex
with her daughter.

I'm impressed, in spite

of my deep loathing
for you personally.

We should get a dog.

We have Frank.

What the hell's
that supposed to mean?

You have shit on the carpet.

You brought him home.
He's your puppy.

He makes a mess on the rug,
you're cleaning it up.

He's like an untrained dog

who keeps shitting
all over the house.

So we have three options:
run the dog over,

send the dog back to the pound
to be gassed,

or train the dog.

-Frank can change, right?
-No.

Same fucking Frank.

Frank is a Frank,

and his proper pronoun is "it."

He's like a cat.
He'll be back.

Frank's like scabies.

You can't get rid of him,
no matter how hard you try.

Frank's a cockroach.

You can stomp on him,
spray him, try and drown him,

but he always comes crawling
back up out of the toilet bowl.

Only two things will be left
roaming the Earth

after the next apocalypse:

cockroaches
and Frank Gallagher.

One local hero
has decided

to take a stand.

Fuck you, Frank!

Screw them.

They don't know
what they're talking about.

They're just jealous,
trying to take me down,

ruin my reputation.

I'm the nicest guy
on the South Side.

Sorry, son.

Wait, Daddy.
Please don't leave me again.

I need you here, really.

I'll be better.
I promise.

I'll see you in hell
or wherever you end up.

Oh, and do me a favor.
Don't tell them you're my kid.

I don't want you
spoiling things for me

by you being Frank.

upbeat music

Whoa, that is bad.

You get used to it.

It's like working
at a landfill.

You're a terrible
homeless person.

I'm not homeless.
I have a home.

Bullshit.
You look like a bum.

You smell like a bum.

You also have
dog shit on your face.

Oh, jeez.

Buy some deodorant, Frank.

- How about a cup?
-I'm good.

Not everyone wants
your microbes in his food.

Stop!
You're filthy.

All right.

You smell
like kimchi and vomit.

I cut these too short.
My balls are hanging out.

Oh.
Oh, God, no.

Don't do that, Frank!

Oh, don't do it.

You have a toothbrush
I can use, Frank?

They're communal.
Just grab one.

What the fuck is that?

Did you use my toothbrush
last night?

-Which one's yours?
- The light blue one.

No.

Don't use my toothbrush.
Don't wear my boots.

Hey, if it's under
this roof, it's fair game.

Them's the rules.

Oh, my God.
Frank, you're filthy.

You're filthy!

Oh, you are ripe.

Oh, nothing a little
Puerto Rican bath can't fix.

Oh, oh, oh, honey...

Should we give him
another bath?

Well, that's three already,

and we're kind of running
out of soap.

- Francis Gallagher.
-Yeah.

Mm.

You're such a good dad.

Fuck you.

I don't need you.
I don't need anyone.

I've been doing just fine
on my own,

doing it my way!

It's better to be
on your own, anyway.

Everyone's just
a big disappointment.

The only people I can count on

are my two best friends,

you...and you.

upbeat music

Sobriety is a fool's game.

Set them up, barkeep.

Can you imagine...

Just said last call, Frank.

...having to live
with impending death sober?

All right, one.

Ready to drink.

Drink!

Beer!

I've seen endless wonders

That I barely
could believe...

Hey!

I've seen
all the stars in Heaven...

I need another beer.

Two vodka martinis.

A large boilermaker.

Double-double,
heavy, heavy pour.

And keep them coming.

Liquid paradise.

Give me three shots.

Oh, whoa

Let's dream out loud...

And a round for all my friends
from the UAW.

Wow.
Really?

Fuck, no.

...upside down

Yeah, everything
is possible now...

-Cheers.
-No--

You are not supposed to drink
when you have a donor liver.

I've done extensive research.

This liver'll last me
close to a decade

if I pace myself correctly.

.27.
Coming in hot.

In my career, I have never seen

such a spectacular display
of alcoholism.

Thank you.

You see this bottle of vodka?

I'm gonna sip it!

Mimosa?

More Scotch.

But time will waste me

If I don't stop
wasting time

Oh

Drinks on the house!

Let's dream out loud

'Cause all we know

Has been...

Stop drinking
before it kills you.

Last one.

Yeah, everything
is possible now

No more alcohol.

Just drugs.

What do you want?

Pot, Percocet.

Morphine?

Valium.

Ativan?

Vicodin.

Sizzurp?

I always wanted to try that.

I know.
Let's take crack.

Is that crack?

It's crystal meth.
Would you like some?

Oh, it's gonna be
a good winter, yard guy.

I got a good, good,
a good feeling

Want me to sell
any of that meth?

No need.
I smoked it.

I got a good, good,
a good feeling

Nasty side effects, though.

Yeah, I'm up on a cloud,
ain't coming back down

Wow.

There go a couple
of billion brain cells.

Fuck, you have strong weed.

Uh-huh.

Feel it in my bones,
gotta shake it out

All hail
mighty Oxy,

the Dom Pérignon of opiates.

Twenty-seven for me,

one for you.

I know you're feeling it
now

These are the last words

that will pass
between you and your father.

How do you feel?

I'm ready.

He said he's ready
for the Lord's will.

I'm ready for more pills.

Oh.

More pills.

Bye, Frank.

I got a good, good,
a good feeling

Here's your Oxys
and your Percys.

Just like Mama used to make.

Starting at the tip
of my toes

Feel it in my head
and my clothes, oh, Lord

I'm the talk
of the town

Oh!

Come on, and move
to the sounds

He's stealing my drugs!

I could use something
for the pain.

Percocet.
Fentanyl.

Vicodin.
Maybe a Quaalude.

No.

A bottle
of your finest pharmaceuticals

should have me shipshape
in no time.

It says here not
to give you drugs.

Where's it say that?

Come here, mi amigo.

Show me a little love.

Hey, Frank.

Mo?

Mo White!

Congressman Mo White!

Good to see you again, buddy.

Let's make Chicago
White again!

Mo White!

-I'm Mo White.
- Mo White.

Mo White--you're not gonna find
him on the ballot.

-Mo White.
-Mo White is back!

-Oh!
-What happened?

Whenever I get
within 100 yards

of a school,
I get this little shock.

What?

Oh, fuck.

Washington
is a fascinating place.

You make sure to register
the minute you hit puberty.

Okay?
Off you go.

Hello, kitty.

For the thousandth time,

there was no way
I could know

that girl was only 15.

Okay, did Mo make a mistake?
Yes.

But before that, he was
the best football coach

that Robert E. Lee High
ever had.

And do you know
what's even more American

than football?

Second chances.

Mo White is
that second chance.

Democracy never sleeps.

Unless it's with a 15-year-old.

Who are
these motherfuckers?

Fuck you!

In a shocking development

on the South Side,

Maurice "Mo" White

is a surprise victor.

You're a congressman again.

What are you gonna do?

That's the beauty
of being in Congress.

You don't have to do
a goddamn thing.

We're waiting

for reactions
from the Wyman and Ruiz camps.

Oh, you're a ghost?

Yep.

You're supposed to be
Gallagher present?

That's what they tell me.

Ah!
I didn't know you died.

You're in hell now,
being a pedophile and all?

No.
I went to the good place.

Damn.

Yeah, I was
in a nursing home

for the last few years
of my life.

There was no kids
around that place.

Forced me to change my ways.

I guess they'll let anyone
into Heaven these days.

I'm here to show you
how to get there, too.

Thanks, but, no, thanks.

I don't wanna hear
any more bullshit

from you ghosts.

None of what you say
is true, anyway.

You can shove
all that fake-news shit

up your ass.

Speaking of which...

upbeat music

Jesus.
Okay.

Okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, how am I
supposed to swallow that?

Who said anything
about swallowing?

Have mercy on me.
I can't handle

anything up my ass
without alcohol.

Alcohol goes in this bag,

this goes up the poop chute,
and voilà.

More than one way to get booze
into a Gallagher.

Hold it up nice and high.

Okay, open the valve.

I play by the rules.

This is the part
where you spread your cheeks

and...cough?

You see?
You remember more

than you give yourself
credit for.

I gave my life,

my blood, sweat, and tears
to that job.

And where did it get me?
Up the ass.

That's where.

Right up the old poop chute.

The world's gonna fuck you.

That feels fantastic.

All you can do

is take it up the ass
and soldier on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh!

I need money.

You got more takers!

Come with me, Frank.

Oh, hold on.
Sheila, Sheila.

Come on!

Shouldn't we have
a safety word?

Sure, all right.
Let's have a safety word.

Uh, stop.

When I say stop,
that'll be our...

-That'll do.
-Stop.

Stop!

I am literally taking it
up the ass.

Do you know what this is?

No, no, no.

Freedom!

That won't fit!

Oh, Jesus.
Is that your fist?

No, it's my foot.

Does your ass ever stop
hurting?

No, no, no, no...

This little piggy went
to market.

Ah!

No.

This little piggy stayed home.

Advil's your best bet.

Helps with the inflammation.

This little piggy
had roast beef.

And this little piggy had none.

Oh, God.

Take the Advil now

if you wanna stay ahead
of the pain.

-But this little piggy...
- No, no, no, no.

Not all the way home.
Not all the way home.

He went all the way home.

-Oh!
- Whoo!

I just did what I had to do
to make a living

and to survive.

There's still time
to redeem yourself, Frank.

No.

-How?
- Could apologize

to everyone
you've ever wronged.

Hi.
I'm Frank Gallagher.

We spoke online.

May I start by saying
thank you?

What's the scam?

I get migraines.

What kind of a man
do you think I am?

Try proving I don't have them.

There's always a scam, Frank.

I'm Frank.
Frank Gallagher.

Frank Gallagher,
cancer concierge.

I smooth the way for patients
with serious diagnoses.

You gotta think of the kids.

It's a scam. It's always
some kind of a scam.

This could be your lucky day.

You are not gonna burn down
that nice woman's house.

Were you two trying to scam me?

Not burn down.

When Frank's running a scam,

ain't nobody better to trust.

She's got liability.

One big accident,

and her insurance
has to pay up.

Oh!
Gah!

Are you kidding me?
This is barely a sprain.

It's two grand, tops.

I need 150.

You better bring me
a mangled femur.

Partial paralysis...

or lose an eye.

Burns over at least 30 percent
of your body.

Lose both eyes.

You know, you walk in,
empty sockets,

we got us a winner.

This?
This is a masterpiece.

This is like an aerial photo
of Ground Zero.

Just tell me we can get
100 grand.

Oh, I'd say 100 Gs, easy.

Buenos días.
Frank Gallagher.

Frank Gallagher.
Frank Gallagher.

I'm afraid it's
an honest day's work

for you and me, mi amigo.

Any scams you wanna try?

How about the distract
and grab?

Do the melon drop.

Old-fashioned pig in a poke?

I'm always down for
a classic Ukrainian peekaboo.

What's my name?

Uh, Bethany?

That's us.

Could you put on
a little classical music?

Yeah, sure thing.

Oh, shit!

Watch what you're doing, lady!
You just hit that man!

Are you okay?

I think you broke
my leg.

-Oh, God.
-And my face is bleeding.

What are they hitting you for
at the ER these days?

-Couple hundy.
-Oy.

I'm just gonna wait
till my leg heals.

Unless...you wanted
to make things right.

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

Okay.

What was that?

Just hit that kid
in the wheelchair.

I'm sorry.
I swear, I didn't see you.

You came out of nowhere!
Oh, my God.

Time to turn over
that betting money,

gals and guys.

Get the meds!

-What?
-The meds.

upbeat swing music

Putting it into overdrive, pal.

Yes, I have
Frank Gallagher calling.

-Frank Gallagher.
-Never heard of him.

Andrew Feldman.

I'd like to start my benefits.

Mr. Westland, it says here

you're already collecting
your benefit.

Mr. Ramirez?
It says here you're dead.

He was the father of my baby.

You grieve.

Just tell me
where the paperwork is.

Oh, Frank!

I just need
his social security number.

Your last sponsor moved out.

What, did he-
what, did he live with you?

Yeah.

In a house?
You lived in a house,

an apartment, what?

-In a house.
-I'm sorry.

Let me introduce myself
properly.

I cannot award you
domestic-partnership status.

My partner has been
working hard,

killing dogs for this city
for close to a decade.

You kill dogs?

Animal control.

Welcome.
I'm Frank Gallagher.

Frank Gallagher.
Frank Gallagher.

Me and my kids drink for free.

Do you remember
Joe the plumber?

He's a personal hero of mine.

Well, you are gay Joe.

-Frank the plumber?
-No.

The face
of the gay rights movement.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Frank Gallagher.

Frank?

Right now it's a horrible time
to be gay.

All they wanna do is stop us

from having the sex

that they wish
they were having.

You saw what I did here.

I'm your new rainmaker.

I can get these rump swappers

to cough up cash night and day.

The envelope, kind sir.

Thank you, thank you.

Now we gotta talk
about upgrading my room.

Frank Gallagher.
Enchanté.

Frank Gallagher.

-You speak French.
-Oui.

Your challenge

is to get seen by an ER doctor

in one hour or less.

-Excuse me.

Um, my friend and I
have this cough.

-It just won't--
-Code red, TB alert.

TB protocol!
Get them into quarantine!

Isn't there something else
I could do,

you know, to get in good
with the big guy?

Or is she a big gal?

Which, of course, I doubt.

I mean, God, a woman?
Please.

But we have to be
politically correct now.

Am I right, or am I right?

Frank, don't you think

that's exactly part
of the problem here?

What?

patriotic march music

Folks, let's face facts.

Doctors are crooks,
especially the Korean ones.

Never trust a culture
that makes sausages from dogs.

Is this
a supportive friend party

for a cop who shot

some poor fucker
wasn't even armed?

The cops can be forgiven
for their mistake.

It was the '90s.

Black people really were
drug dealers then.

Bullying is a vital part
of every ecosystem.

It teaches kids resilience.

Why do you think Steve Jobs
turned out so great?

Bullies.

Minimum wage?

Just a fancy term
for industrialized slavery.

How does Mr. Osama Obama
expect us to survive on that?

Ah, that's right.
Just walk on by, Osama.

We all have our phobias,
and school is mine.

They're about the teachers
asking you to validate them

for the choice they made

to waste their lives
as educators.

I'll tell you this.

A teacher diddled you.

The truth will set you free!

The aristocracy doesn't want
poor people getting laid

because that means
more poor people being born.

So they take our erections.

We're fighting
for the underrepresented

Caucasian male.

Some guy named Paco's
jumping a fence

and taking my job!

Accurate is not racist.

You look
like a premenstrual Filipino!

Wakey-wakey, Jackie Chan.

You're Indian?
The feather, not the dot?

In the Indian reservation,

you people
drink yourselves unconscious,

but I never hear of an Indian
getting a liver transplant.

Why is that?

For all of their laziness
and lack of motivation,

Mexicans are a lovely people.

This is a human rights issue.

Why should
our heterosexual proclivities

prevent us from collecting
our due?

That is heterophobia,

and I won't stand for it.

And it is our duty...

...to run the lesbians
outta town.

When the good-looking gays
start buying up our homes,

the whole neighborhood
is doomed.

Gentrification, my friend.

They may have
female genitalia,

but those lesbians are the Man,

just like with the Jews.

Ten years from now,
they'll claim

it never happened,
but it is happening.

Mel Gibson was right!

Stealing land
from the Indians

and then genociding them.

They wanna convert it into
an L-T-G-B-E-I-E-I-O.

Then they start passing out
the smallpox blankets.

Where's the justice?
We're in a war.

It's like they've declared war
on testicles.

Well, I, for one...

...think...

Military service is for losers.

You can join the Army,

travel halfway
around the world,

and build roads and hospitals
for people who want us dead.

Damn Palestinians, huh?

It's like they come
out of the womb

wearing a suicide vest,
am I right?

Did you know that...

AIDS didn't come
from the homos,

but the gays
may have helped us spread it

with their bloody anal
passions.

Calling people by their name

is not, nor should it ever
be argued as, offensive.

Fuck off, lesbos!

Dykes.
Bull dyke?

Pan-gender hermaphrodites.

Bunch of uppity queers.

I am not a faggot,

and I could sue you
for the use of the word.

Men have always had men.

Da Vinci, Abe Lincoln...

Let people chow down

on the nether region
of their choice.

Male, female,
consenting animals.

Because animals

are more important
in this country

than homeless human beings!

It's not our fault.

Underage temptation.

You can look,
but, oh, don't touch!

It's bullshit.

It's flat-out un-American.

Help a brother out.

When did your heart
get as black as your skin?

Those people.
You people.

You people?

...spouting the same shit
at me.

What can that mean?
You people?

This is America,

and in America,

we like democracy.

By the dawn's early light

Give me liberty
or give me meth.

Every asshole is entitled
to his beliefs.

It's the same freedom
that allows you to teach

wearing that silly beanie.

Don't know why you yids
get such a bad rap

for being greedy,
controlling the media,

making everyone
get their dicks cut.

It doesn't matter anyway.

Pretty soon, there's not
gonna be

any Jew or Aryan or Hindu

or Muslim or Mexican or Blacks.

There's just gonna be
the rich and the fucked.

Just like the great slaves
of the South.

-Oh, don't do that.
-All right, Frank,

you need to stop right there.
That's enough.

Decades of forced labor
in the fields

have left us
Kunta Kinte strong.

-Frank.
-Swing low, sweet chariot.

Isn't this a great country?

This United States of America.

I'm an American.

And I invite you all
to join me.

...in this one big...

...rape-y melting pot
filled with...

Overweight
minimum wage workers

buying discount
laundry detergent!

And the sooner we face it,

the sooner we'll have
a civilization

worth celebrating.

L'chaim!
Praise Allah.

And that,
my multicultural friends,

is liberty and justice for all.

God bless America.

God bless America!

I was just having
a little fun.

Wasn't trying to hurt anyone.

That's what's wrong
with people these days.

Too damn sensitive.
Take everything so personally.

I don't know, Frank.

Seems like you have a chance
to change your path here.

Why wouldn't you wanna do it?

To each his own, I guess.

I gotta go now.

See you.

Hey, don't you worry about me.

I've skirted death
plenty of times so far.

I'm gonna live forever,

so I won't have to worry
about damnation.

Frank, your piss is brown.

That is brown.

easygoing music

For fuck's sake!

It makes you feel
so bad

We are now ready
to remove the catheter

from the urethra.

- All done.

It's like
a Fourth of July barbecue.

Ooh, shit.
Oh!

-Jeez.
- Frank!

When you're all alone

And you feel
like you wanna die

Oh, God.

You can turn it
all around

Ooh.

Frank, if you die,

I will be really disappointed.

That's bone.

Dad?

He recently had
a liver transplant.

How recent?

Like, 20 minutes ago.

I OD'd in '81.

You know Frank's dying.

And in '88.

He's been dying for years.

'88 again.

You're still alive?

'94.

Thought you were dead.

'03.

I was in a coma.

I'm the only guy I know

who's been given last rites
three times.

Take more than that
to kill this cockroach.

Yeah, let's kill him.

-Will you--
-You fucked

all of our wives, Gallagher.

Hey!

It makes you feel

If you happen to see Frank,

tell him he's a dead man.

You fucked the wrong guy's
daughter, Gallagher!

- He gone?
-Yeah.

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

No!

Are you okay?

She tried to stab me.

Oh, sh--

Get your ass
over here!

Find yourself a friend

And everything
will be all right

It's gonna be all right

It's gonna be all right

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Whoa!

Oh, Jesus.

Can't a man get
one fucking minute of peace?

Just one minute?

Find yourself a friend

And bring him
into your life

That's the train.

Oh.
I'm gonna come.

Oh, we gotta go.

Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, my God.

Oh, oh, oh, okay!

Danced with a gal
with a hole in her stocking

Knees kept knocking

Feet kept a-rocking

So, Buffalo gals,
won't you come out tonight

And dance by the light
of the Moon?

Jesus.

What the fuck are you doing

singing to some whiny
cracker music?

You scared the shit out of me!

Why?
You knew there was

another ghost coming,
you jackass.

Gallagher future?

In the fucking flesh.

Well, who the hell are you?

I'm your son, you dumb fuck.

Lip?

Asshole.
I'm Black.

Guess again.

Uh, Liam.

That's right, bitch.

But you're-you're...
so grown up,

so professional, articulate.

Mm, yeah, well,
I'm doing okay for myself.

We all are, more or less,

no thanks to you.

Daddy's home!
Good morning, my wasted sperms.

A lesson in parenting,
gentlemen.

Dad, what's this?

That's a pacifier
for your anus.

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

Son, it's important
to know the difference

between a skank bitch
and a deranged psychopath.

Daddy, I'm gonna get
my period soon.

No time for that now, Debs.

And remember
what my mother said.

A hole's a hole.
God doesn't really care

who's attached to it.

Biologically speaking,

you're in
your prime childbearing years.

Actually, a little beyond them.

If Fiona waits much longer,

she's gonna have babies
that look like wombats.

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

I mean, we were on
a lot of drugs,

but that fetus looked unholy.

You're my dad?

I almost put you in my mouth.

I didn't ask you to do that.

You dry-humped my thigh
for half an hour yesterday.

Carl, I remember
when the nurse in the hospital

handed you to me.

Carl was born
in the back of the van.

You weren't there.

Where have you been?

Your daughter's made me read

The Hungry goddamned
Caterpillar,

like, 20 times.

Caterpillar's dead, honey.

Someone stepped on it
and squished it.

-I got expelled.
-Why?

In the past few weeks,

four people
have tested positive

for multiple STDs.

The thing these people
had in common

was this PTA group.

Frank gave them
venereal diseases.

And they kicked you out?

What do you love most
in the entire world, Frank?

My kids?

Beat it, brat.

What the fuck am I saying?

Um, opioids.

You got any cash?

Sheila gave me $40
for groceries.

Well, hand it over.
I need weed.

-There you go.
-Thank you, Mr. Gallagher.

Mr. Gallagher?
Is my dad here?

Call me Liam.

He used our names
to get the cards.

$1,200 at the Windy Titty?

Cool.
I just got a subscription

to Penthouse.

I think I broke my arm.

Ow!
What the...

Go get your bike.

jaunty music

Now!

As a woman who's months
from bringing a child

into this world,

you require a nest.

You need a father figure

like you had with me,
only with money.

My second wife

was a redhead.

Are you insane?

He's got terminal cancer

and a two-bedroom apartment

on rent control.

You take care of your man,

he'll move you
into the guest room

in no time.

I know a little blonde

who can suck the chrome
off a trailer hitch.

You buy her a pork taco

and a shot of Smirnoff,
and it's go time.

-Who?
-My daughter.

Christ, you're fast.

I can keep this up for miles.

I'm not supposed to talk
to you.

Fiona and Lip will be mad.

Treat me like a leper
because I'm a bad father.

Yeah, right.

-Whoa!
-Jesus! Hey!

Making me homeless
in the dead of autumn

after I got you through cancer?

The good news is,
the cancer's in your brain,

and you never were
much of a thinker,

so it probably won't affect you
that much.

I didn't split
like your mom did.

I could've!
Your mom just takes off.

You're all looking at me.

Food on the table.

Clothes for school.

Bills to pay.

Diapers.
Dentists.

Oh!
So you knock back a few.

That's what you need.

Anything so long as it's not

six kids that you didn't want
in the first place!

You think I can't support
six kids?

You didn't support one of us.

If I didn't support you,
how did you turn out so well?

-Bankrupt.
-Alcoholic.

-Teen mom.
-Psychopath.

Well, you're alive.

You know how many parents
murder their children?

I must've done something right.

-Not at all.
-Really?

No, because you never changed
your ways.

So I should get points
for consistency, then, right?

Wrong.

Damn.

So many times,
we all had hopes for you

that you were finally gonna be
a good person.

dramatic music

Fuck, Frank.

I love you.

Debs, I love you.

Jesus.

Just, I want you to know that.

Go away, Frank.

I love you.

Ignore him.

I love you,
my little brown banana.

Sure, Frank.

Call me Dad?

I just want you to know.

I don't know how much more
of that I can take

before I stab him in the neck
with a broken beer bottle.

Mother...

rock music

Hey, what needs doing
around the house?

The upstairs toilet
ever get fixed?

No.

You ever figure out that smell
in your room?

No.

Well, shit.

Where's your book?
Take the day off.

I'll do your rounds today.

I'd like to offer
my delivery services

for a package

you want Carl to handle
this afternoon.

How do we know you'll deliver?

I give you my word.

Shit is tight,
Frank the cracker.

Thank you, Vince!

Does your father's
disappearance make you sad?

I don't know.

Were you glad
when he came back?

He got me into camp.

I was able to get you
these special pills.

They'll give you the energy
to get through camp.

Will they cure my cancer?

Depends on your attitude.

What about you, Deborah?

I spent the summer at the pool.

Daddy helped me learn.

-How to swim.
-Sort of.

Stay down.

How long was that?

Not long enough.

City pools are filled
with city kids.

Them savage little Cosby kids
will drown your ass.

Go.

Can I try?

No, Carl.
You've got cancer.

I'm making amends

to all the people I've harmed.

Is there anything
that you can think of

that I should apologize
to you for?

Kind of a long list.

Should've called
an ambulance, Dave.

I know that now.

Honestly, I thought
you were just floating.

How can I ever really say
I'm sorry?

Shit.

Fair enough.

Can I make amends
to you guys tomorrow?

-Uh, fucking whatever.
-Yeah, it's fine.

Namaste.

I may not have been present
for your first steps

or your first lost tooth

or your first blow job,

but as patriarch, I'm entitled

to my traditional place
of honor

next to you for your big day.

It's my traditional right

to ask said patriarch
to pay for it.

Done.
I'll pay.

-What?
-Where'd you get the money?

In an honorable,
ethical fashion.

Frank told Derek's parents
that he statutory raped me

so he'd give him money.

Oh, fuck, Frank.

They owe us.

Frank, you're not paying
for our wedding

with your crooked money.

Look at that--my son's going
to private school.

You're a good dad.

Fella doesn't get
too many chances

to get it right.

What do your classmates'
parents do for them?

Something called a trust fund.

Oh, I'm afraid
I smoked that one up already.

And when dinnertime comes,

you grab
little free-range Lucky here

by the neck,

and you swing him around,

you break his neck,

and then you cut off his head

and bleed him out.

It's the circle of life.

Okay, let me demonstrate.

Just one big, giant letdown.

I must have had
some positive influence on you.

Nope.

But you're-you're so handsome,

well dressed.

W-what do you do for a living?

What do you think I do
with a father like you?

I'm a pimp and a drug dealer.

Well, that makes sense.

I'm fucking with you!

I work in finance.

I manage rich people's money.

Ooh.
Wow.

Any chance you could skim

a little off the top
for your old man?

This is exactly
why you're being visited

by a bunch of fucking ghosts.

We're giving you
a chance to change.

Life isn't all about
scamming the system.

It isn't?

I need you on the South Side

looking after
the-the business.

What business?

It's time you learn
the family business, son.

I was afraid none of my sons

were gonna follow me
into the family business.

Finding easy, innovative ways
to make money without working.

I built it from scratch.

I put in the hours,

turned it
into the thriving racket

you see today.

Fourteen and already
a convicted drug trafficker.

It warms my heart to know
that at least one Gallagher

has lived up
to his genetic potential.

I'm giving you the benefit
of my years of experience.

Hear me and heed me.

That's what I'm trying
to tell you: my philosophy.

Charity is accepting help
from others,

not the other way around.

You get along a lot better
with a weapon and a kind word

than a kind word alone.

Prison is no place for a man
with naturally tight glutes.

You're young, white, female.

You're a cash cow
on the corner.

Do you want me
to be a prostitute?

Don't be ridiculous.

The competition
is way too steep.

One baby is worth $357 a month,

but twins will get you
an extra $154.

Get joint checking,
and whatever you do,

do not sign a prenup.

If the baby has a clubfoot
or a harelip,

that's worth an extra hundred,

so you might wanna lighten up
on the prenatal vitamins.

It's a myth
about the female libido

declining with age.

They get hornier.

I'll keep that in mind.

Mental deficits
are worth a lot,

but they cost a lot,

so don't cut out
the folic acid completely.

I'm taking all my vitamins.

Suit yourself.

Women love
a long-term project,

especially when it involves
the improvement of a man.

Go to
Evergreen Assisted Living.

Plenty of men 80 or older.

They'd write you
into their will for a hand job.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

This is my dependent,
and she's about to have

a dependent of her own.

We'll need the proper forms.

We're missing the TANF forms.

We're not new at this.

See?
Free money.

It's like bring-your-daughter-
to-work day.

Gotta find a job.

Typed up your résumé, Daddy.

Good girl, Debs.

"Francis Gallagher is

a passionate professional

who brings creative solutions

from the idea phase

to fruition."

You know me so well.

Well, you know,
the products that we're using

aren't exactly the safest.

A lot of folks are getting sick
around here.

He'll take it.

Tomorrow okay
for him to start?

Yeah, yeah, sure.
Okay.

Yeah.

When I was your age, my pop

took me on my first heist.

Man, those were the days.

My foster gays
have a lot of nice stuff.

Are you suggesting
what I think you're suggesting?

Boom a lacka boom

When you walk in the room

Yeah, yeah

Yum diddly yum dum dum,
we gonna have some fun now

Yeah, yeah...

Christ.

Don't you ever hose
these things out?

Doing good in there, pumpkin?

Mm-hmm.
A-okay, Daddy.

Thanks to your influence,
Frank,

Liam is no longer welcome
at day care.

He punched a kid in the balls
and called him a gringo.

Okay, son.
Glad to hear it.

Give them hell.

If I could've,
I would've sold you.

That's problematic.

I resent the implication.

I'll have you know,
I tried to sell Debbie, too,

but nobody wanted
a baby with colic.

So can I go on a cruise
with Dylan's family or not?

After you get the code

and pics of their valuables.

But they're taking me
on their vacation

and everything.

Bah, just to assuage
their ruling-class guilt.

rock music

-You gonna get that?
-No.

I give up.

Enjoy being alone
with your tired old self

for the rest
of your miserable life.

No, no, no.
Come on, buddy.

Don't be like that.

You know,
you were always my favorite.

You saying that
because I have money now?

-Absolutely.
-Well, guess what.

We all have money
in the Gallagher future,

and we gave you none of it.

That's not fair.

After all that I did,
everything I sacrificed,

you owe me.

No, actually, we don't.

Hey, hey, smells good in here.
Oh, come on.

Oh, Jesus, come on!

-One...
-Hey, Liam.

- ...two...
- Get me a blanket

and some of that bacon.
Get me...

Ah, fuck!
What happened to three?

You know how many
times I've been kicked out

of that house?

Yeah, I do.

I was the one doing
the kicking.

Here's your shit.

I'm taking my room back,
and I'm padlocking the house.

Aw, you made me toast.

Thanks.
Bye-bye.

Frank, get out.

Wait, my clothes
are in the wash.

You have to the count of three,
dressed or not, Frank.

-One...
-Let's take a vote.

-...two...
-You never say three!

I'm living on the downside

Pickaxe, sledgehammer.

Sledgehammer.

-Is he upstairs?
-Yeah.

We're getting rid of Frank.

Oh!

Catch me, I'm falling

On hard times

No male energy
in the maternity tent.

Open the damn...

Ay, shit!

The hell are you doing?

Sorry, Frank,
but you can't come in.

Fine.

Enjoy your big, spacious
vagina tent.

Get out, Frank.

You put three words together.

I told the doctors
the fetal alcohol syndrome

wouldn't wreck your brain.

Go away.

Go away, Frank.

I said go away.

Get the fuck out of here.

Frank, you've got
to find another place to stay.

Wait a second!

Yeah

Thanks.
Now get out.

-What?
-Deb!

Now.

You're evicting your tenants

after they pay?

Stop pushing.
All right.

I'm warning you, Frank.
Get out.

This is my home.

You have no right
to kick me out of it.

Go away, Frank.

-Bye, Frank.
-You know your way out.

Get out of my house.

Get the fuck out my car, Frank.

-Get out.
-Out.

Get out!

-What are you yelling--
-Get...

out!

-What was that?
- Probably Frank.

Frank's back?

- Okay, don't--
-Now!

-Okay, okay, okay.
-Now! Get out!

Okay.
Stop it!

All right!
Jeez!

Fucking...

What the fuck is wrong
with you people?

I will shoot you.

You don't live here anymore.

Wait, what the fuck?

No, you're not!

-Where should we put him?
-Where he belongs.

No way!
No!

Son!

No!

On hard times again

So...

you'd toss me aside,
just like that?

Yep, just like that.

Oh, my God.

Kids, it's me, your dad!

I'm home!

I was visited
by a couple of ghosts.

They showed me the error
of my ways.

I've been a horrible person,

a terrible father!

Kids!

I don't wanna be alone anymore.

I want you in my life.

I wanna be a family again,

to grow old together.

Sweet.

Cage the Elephant's "Ain't
No Rest for the Wicked"

Sweeter.

Daddy's home.

I was walking
down the street

When out the corner
of my eye I saw...

Good morning,
my day-drinking brethren.

Greetings.
Friends, chums.

Muchachos.

Presenting Frank.

Hear ye, hear ye.

The fuck am I?

You pay the right price,
your evening will be nice

And you can go
and send me on my way

I said, you're such
a sweet young thing

Why you do this
to yourself?

She looked at me,
and this...

Okay, no yelling.
You ready?

So good.
Oh, baby.

-You get on top.
- Sick fuck!

Get the hell
out of my cemetery!

Asshole!

I got mouths to feed

There ain't nothing
in this world for free

My mother has cancer.

If anyone deserves cancer...

Don't pussy out on me.

Go into the light!

...it's your mother.

Frank, your mother's passed.

Close our eyes for good

Not even 15 minutes later,
I'm still walking...

Oh, fuck this.

I am a man
of ample girth and length.

Well, hello, old friend.

I'm as good as 18 again.

What if I suck your dick?

Give me your phone.

Finish it now!

I told him,
you can have my cash

But first you know
I gotta ask

What makes you wanna live
this kind of life?

He said there ain't no rest
for the wicked

Money don't grow on trees

We got bills to pay,
we got mouths to feed

There ain't nothing
in this world for free

Oh, no, we can't slow down,
we can't hold back

Though you know
we wish we could

Oh, no, there ain't no rest
for the wicked

Until we close our eyes
for good