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I'm heavily sedated,
and even I know what happened

last week on Shameless.

The hell have you been?

What's in those bags, Carl?

Horse.

Uncle Carl!

I told them it was Carl,

and I told Chuckie
to tell them it was Carl.

- Kev and I are separating.
- What?

He doesn't even
notice I'm alive.

The only thing he cares
about is the damn babies.

You have an outstanding balance
of $12,750.

I'll give you a ten-day grace
period to get us the money.

I understand.

I need to make bank,
right, and fast.

I'm talking Oprah money,
or they kick me out of school.

We start up
the ice cream truck again,

except this time
without the truck.

I think I like college.

I think I could be
really good for you.

You're a slippery slope
for me, Fiona.

You don't have the guts.

How'd you get shot?

He was cleaning his gun,
and it backfired.

You sure
about that story, Frank?

- He is.
- I am.

Bipolar one, acute mania

with psychotic features.

He's resisting his diagnosis.

We had to make med-compliance
a requirement for his release.

How you doing, sweet face?

He doesn't want to take them,
call me, I'll come help.

Ian, what happened
to all your pills?

I flushed them.

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♪ think of all the luck
you got ♪

♪ know that
it's not for naught ♪

♪ you were beaming once before ♪

♪ but it's not like that
anymore ♪

♪ what is this downside ♪

♪ that you speak of? ♪

♪ what is this feeling ♪

♪ you're so sure of? ♪

♪ round up the friends you got ♪

♪ know that
they're not for naught ♪

♪ you were willing once before ♪

♪ but it's not like that
anymore ♪

♪ what is this downside ♪

♪ that you speak of? ♪

♪ what is this feeling ♪

♪ you're so sure of? ♪

What are you still doing here?

Shouldn't you be
at your husband's?

Oh, wait, I forgot,
he left you.

He went on tour.

Without you.

Must be lonely.
For you, not him.

Know how groupies make sure
their rock stars

don't get lonely?

All holes, Fiona.
All holes.

Spare me, Sammi.

Your kid did not get arrested
because of me.

'Cause of your thug brother.

In one fell swoop,
you Gallaghers

managed to ruin
his whole future.

Let's be honest.

Chuckie was not exactly
destined for great things.

Pack your shit and get out.

I hope they throw
the book at Carl.

I hope the other kids
in juvie toss his salad.

Or make him toss theirs,
whichever's worse.

- MPs.
- Huh?

- They're coming. Wake up.
- What are you talking--

Come back to bed.

No, I can't let them
get in the house.

Morning.

Move the couch in front of
the door, so they can't get in.

- Who?
- Hey. Sleeping.

Help me.

Ian.

They're coming to get me.

Hey, Ian.

- Don't let them get me.
- Calm down.

- They're gonna take me away.
- No one is coming for you.

Somebody muzzle that kid.

Fuck.

Look.

Hey, hey.

- There is nobody out there.
- No!

Fucking look.

Get over here.

Get over here.

Ian, it's only gonna get worse.

Look.

We gotta get you
to a fucking clinic.

Get some meds.

Today.

Don't do it.

Shut up, Frank.

Hey, it's okay.

It's all right.

Let's go get dressed.

God, what a wake-up.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
Why are you all dressed up?

I'm gonna go see the lawyer,

try to get Carl home
as soon as possible.

It's a tragedy when a young
man ends up behind prison bars.

Bad parenting.

Oh, don't blame yourself.

Hey, man,
I'm just getting home.

Home? I thought you were
just crashing one night.

Yeah, well, what is the rush?

I'm not getting the babies
till this weekend,

so I partied
with the Tri Delts.

Whoo!

Yeah, man, shit got crazy.

Have you ever done a shot
off a coed

who's using her ass crack
as an ice luge?

No.

Oh, it's way hotter
than it sounds.

Anyway, this is Stacey,
and this is Cassie.

Or vice versa.
They're wasted.

Dude, don't-- don't do something
you're gonna regret, though.

- Yeah?
- I'm a gentleman, Lip.

I'm just escorting them home.

Our Rapewalker to the rescue.

No, please don't call me that.

A Rapewalker?

Well, he brought us back
to our room

and made sure
we didn't get raped.

I couldn't leave them alone
with those lacrosse players.

All right?
You got an early class?

Yeah, yeah,
I'm actually gonna be late,

so I'm gonna split, all right?

Well, sucks to be you.

College is so much better
with no school.

Here we go.
We're walking.

I'm not a rat.

Don't think of it
as ratting your drug dealer out.

Think of it as justice
for the scumbag

who made a kid
do his dirty work.

He didn't make me.
I wanted to.

Well, that's not
an argument I'd advise

using at your sentencing.

Gallaghers don't snitch.

Doesn't it help
that we pled guilty?

Um, a little.

But his fingerprints were
all over the drugs

and the duct tape.

The judge knows
we have no case.

There's gotta be another way
to keep his sentence down.

It's his first offense.

His first criminal offense.

He's got double-digit
suspensions at school.

He sent three kids home
with concussions.

Two with busted eardrums

and one
with a ruptured testicle.

It was gym.
Decided to play kickball.

What if he shows remorse?

- What's that?
- It means you say your sorry.

- I'm not.
- Lie.

Isn't lying in court illegal?

Just tell the judge
what she wants to hear.

Carl, she could give you
a year.

Better than school.
Maybe learn something in juvie.

Carl, this is serious.

We can't guarantee
your safety in there.

What's that supposed to mean?

You lost your dealer
a lot of money.

You don't think he's got friends
in juvie who will make you pay?

The police don't want you,
they want your boss.

It would be off the record,
in judge's chambers.

No one would know
that you gave him up.

He'd be behind bars
where he can't get you.

♪ bum bum bum ♪

Happy to report
Chuckie's IQ test came back.

71.

- Is that good?
- It's good for us.

The judge might take pity
on him,

go easy on his sentence.

Did you hear that, Chuckie?

You scored a 71.

Better than you ever did
in school.

So he'll get off
with probation?

I didn't say that.

My boy can't go to juvie.

- I'm doing everything I can.
- You better be.

What the hell
are we paying you for?

The state pays me.

Yeah, and who do you think's
part of the state? Me.

Ms. Slott, your son was caught
with 10 pounds of heroin on him.

Literally, the evidence was
strapped to his body.

Even if he is functionally
retarded, he's getting time.

I'm sorry.

Chuckie.

Mommy needs to talk to you.

Chuckie.

Chuckie!

Put down the fucking game.

Chuckie, you've always been
my little bunny.

Cute, round, and so innocent.

But in prison,
little bunnies get raped.

Do you know what that means?

It's when big, scary men
pretend you're a woman.

I'm not gonna be there
in juvie to protect you,

so you need to listen
very carefully.

Make friends in there.

Do things for them,
so they'll protect you.

Anything it takes.

Like making them feel good.

Do you understand?

Like touching them.

Jerk the guards off, Chuckie...

in exchange for protection.

Do you know how
to jerk a guard off?

I'll teach you.

The goal,
according to Horkheimer,

was nothing short of liberation
from the circumstances

that enslave us
vis-a-vis--

Hey, sorry,
I thought I'd just slip in.

I didn't realize the class
was so small.

You're late.

Yeah, I couldn't find
the building.

It's the third class, so you're
a week and ten minutes late.

What'd I miss?

Your name?

It's, uh, Lip.

Lip?

Gallagher.

There is no Lip Gallagher
on my class list.

Right, no, yeah,
there was a slight hiccup

with Financial Aid.

Uh, but, you know, I wanted
to hit the ground running

for when it gets sorted out.

And you're interested
in critical theory

and postmodern thought?

Absolutely, yeah.

Yeah, you know, and also
a lot of the other classes

were already full,
so it was between this

and environmental studies.

And hippies don't use
deodorant, so...

Do you even know
what critical theory is?

Is that a trick question?

You don't, do you?

Question everything.

You know, that's it
in a nutshell.

Why things are
the way they are.

Why they should be different.

Uh, you know, if there's
anything I'm good at, it's that.

Vis-a-vis calling bullshit.

You've hijacked enough
of the class' time.

Sit and listen.

Come to my office later,
and I'll decide

whether or not
you can take my class.

Sure. Yeah.

Now, as I was saying
before I was interrupted,

Horkheimer...

Sorry I'm late.

Tell Denise.
She covered your tables.

How's your brother?

Which one?

Pablo Escobar.

Oh, sentencing's tomorrow.

If he'd show
some fucking remorse,

they'd cut months
from his time,

but my idiot brother's
doing everything he can

to get the book thrown at him.

He won't listen to you?

Has any 13-year-old boy ever
listened to anyone? Ever?

Maybe you should tell
your brother you trust him

to make the right decision.

He might surprise you.

You're not gonna
take that advice, are you?

Fuck no. I'm gonna make him
grovel to that judge.

Good talk.

Good to see you again, doc.

How's the gunshot wound,
Mr. Gallagher?

Isn't that your job to tell me?

I could use something
for the pain.

Any discharge?

From just the wound
or full body?

- Fever?
- No.

Doc?

I can't do this.
I have to go.

Uh, you didn't rewrap
my bandage.

Another doctor will see you.
It's okay.

What about the pain?

Oh, I need a drink.

Morning drinker,
a woman after my own heart.

What's the occasion?

Cancer.

Cancer?

Stage III, pancreatic.

When did you find that out?

Ten minutes ago.

Oh, Jesus.
You do need a drink.

The Alibi Room,
it's a couple of blocks away.

Okay, which direction?

I'll show you.

Hold on.

Okay, we'll start you
on lithium.

Okay.
How often does he take it?

Twice a day.

If the lithium's not optimal,
we can try

Divalproex or Tegretol.

Try?
You shooting in the dark here?

There's no magic bullet
when it comes to medication.

One size doesn't fit all.

It takes
a little experimentation.

He's not a fucking lab rat.

We'll work to find
the right drugs and dose.

I'm giving you Olanzapine
for the paranoia.

No more people trying to bust
in the house and get you.

It felt real at the time.

That's the disease.

Okay, we encourage you
to make a list of people to call

if you feel like
you might hurt yourself.

Like a suicide list?

If the meds are
supposed to work,

why would I need
a suicide list?

You don't.
He's got me.

Come back in a few days, and
we'll see how you're responding.

Okay?

Ian, you have any questions?

Uh, yeah, um,

how long do I need
to take these for?

There is some evidence
that in time

the need for
aggressive treatment diminishes.

How much time?

Hard to say.

Ballpark.

Uh, 30, 40 years.

♪ all right, y'all,
let's have a good time ♪

Where is everybody?

- It's 10:00 AM.
- So?

Uh, thank you.
I can take it from here.

- Hey.
- Hi.

What can I get you to drink?

I'm not a drinker.
What do you recommend?

It doesn't matter, as long
as it's hard and on the house.

The doc here has cancer.

Save it, Frank. I was up
half the night with the babies.

- I don't have the energy.
- The inhumanity.

Your-- your better half
would have comped

without a second thought.

Bullshit.

When did your heart
get as black as your skin?

Oh, my God.
It's okay, I can pay.

It's fine. More please.
Keep pouring.

Uh, vodka's fine for me too.

What?
Yeah, okay.

- You really a doctor?
- Mm-hmm.

Do the world a favor.
Kevorkian his ass.

Ha-ha-ha-ha.

So what's the going
survival rate for stage III?

Mm.

2%, give or take.

Ooh.

I've been there.
Death's door.

Liver failure last year.

The doctors gave me no chance.

I OD'd in '81.

And in '88.

'88 again.
'94. '03.

I'm the only guy I know
that's been given

last rites three times.

Toast.

Hmm?

To college, med school,
interning, residency.

All work and no play.

Good old-fashioned
puritan work ethic.

Here's to all that time wasted.

Well, exactly.

People scoff,

but those are words I live by.

Every day's an opportunity
you don't get back,

so don't blow it working.

God, where were you
with all that carpe diem crap

when I was in my 20s?

Um, this seat mostly.

Couple of crack houses.
Woke up in Mexico once.

Couple months
after I got there.

Living life to the fullest.

Wouldn't trade a day.

I've never gotten drunk
and done something

completely irresponsible.

Hey, you got
your prescription pad on you?

That could be fun.

I've never even
tried marijuana.

- Weed?
- Yeah.

Come in.

Oh, Mr. Gallagher.
This won't take long.

I called Financial Aid,
and they contradicted

your assertion that your bill
was a slight hiccup.

They've been trying
to get in touch with you.

There, uh-- there might
be some truth to that.

Apparently time's up.

Yeah, there might be
some truth to that.

In my mother's day, they'd say

someone like you
was being smart.

In my day, they just say
I'm being an asshole.

But an asshole that knows

how to make
a hell of an impression.

And you look like
a Schiele self-portrait.

A what?

It's a shame
you're leaving school.

You're a smart one.

Like smart-smart
or asshole-smart?

Both.

Close the door on the way out.

What are you doing?

Why call Financial Aid?

I mean, why take
such an interest?

Well, it's my job to take
an interest in my students.

I'm not sure
what you think you're doing,

but there's a policy
against fraternizing

with your professors.

Oh, I don't want to fraternize.

I-I wanna fuck you.

♪ peace on Earth
would really just be boring ♪

♪ we're so boring
all the time ♪

♪ again and again and again ♪

♪ and again and again
and again ♪

I'm with a student.

♪ you could live
or you could die ♪

♪ don't waste my time ♪

What the hell do you want?

Oh, Carl, always giving
your big sis a hard time.

Thank you for letting me
visit my little bro.

Heard you're planning on setting
my boy on fire.

First chance I get.

He dimed on me.

You will not touch one hair
on his head.

Do you understand?

You think you scare me?

Bring it, bitch.

Hey, you got any old clothes
for Carl?

Shirt with a collar.
Nice shoes.

Something that doesn't scream
"I'm a gangster.

Lock me up.
Throw away the key."

Uh, yeah, I'd try the attic.

Uh, how's Ian?

He went to the clinic.
He's getting on meds.

Know of a job for him?
You know, that might help.

Steady work and he'll have
someplace to go every day.

I could ask Sean if there's
something at the diner.

Wouldn't pay as well
as his old job.

The upside is that, you know,
he won't come home

covered in body oil
and troll sweat.

What about school?
You learning anything?

Yeah, yeah, a few things.

Actually, there's,
uh, one professor

with a wealth of knowledge
to impart.

Too bad I'm not gonna be here
for much longer.

Financial Aid's kicking you
to the curb?

Yeah, yeah, but I figure
if I keep dodging their calls,

they can't get rid of me.

Sounds like a great plan.

Yeah, you know what,
I should go,

figure out something better.

You coming
to the courthouse tomorrow?

Carl's first sentencing?
I wouldn't miss it.

See you later, okay?

Okay.

Uh...

- There he is.
- That's the drug dealer?

You wanna keep your voice down?

Give me a 20.

Are you nuts?
Put that away.

You're gonna get us killed.

All right.

You wait here.
I'll be right back.

No, I wanna come too.

I want the whole experience.

Are you sure?

- Yeah.
- All right.

But keep your eyes peeled
for pigs.

Oh.

Oh, my God.
This is so exciting.

Yaz, my man!

You're still alive?

Death, taxes,
and Frank Gallagher.

Hello, I've, um--
I've never been high before.

My lady friend and I
would like to buy

some of your finest herb.

Only got one kind.

Well, then,
that makes it your finest.

Hands in the air!
I'm a fucking cop!

I'm-- I'm kidding.
I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.
We'll take the drugs now.

Thanks, sir.
Thank you.

It's her first time.

You wanna...

What?

Who the fuck is it?

Is this the Rapewalker?

What?

My friend gave me your number.

She said you'd get me home safe.

Oh, no, that was just
a one-time thing.

I'm at the cantina.

You-- you can't miss me.

I'm just-- I'm on the floor
next to the pool table.

You're on the floor?

It's the middle
of the afternoon.

Sure, I'll have another shot!

No, don't have another shot.

I'm on my way.

Thank you, Rapewalker.

Oh, please don't call me that.

Finally.
Where the hell have you been?

I know you assume that
my sole purpose at this school

is to cater to your sorry ass,

but I have a life, all right?

So unless you got 6 grand
in cash, make it fast.

- Dude, you smell like pussy.
- What do you want?

That prick Joaquin
stole my weed.

Joaquin, room 226?
How do you know?

Had my laptop camera on.

And what?
He broke in?

Well, the door was open
while I was playing

Call Of Duty with Marty Fizer.

Okay, so next time just lock
your fucking door, genius.

That's it?

My parents don't shell out
60 grand a year

for me to get robbed.

What do you want me to do--
you want me to call the cops

and tell them
somebody stole your pot?

Do something.
You're the RA.

Yeah, not for long.
All right, um...

I'll talk to Joaquin, okay?

Done with your phone call?

Does it look like
I'm still on the phone?

Sorry.
You okay?

Uh, Nikole's moving
to Pittsburgh.

- Your ex?
- Yeah.

What about Will?

He's going with her.

Well, he's your kid.
You don't get a say?

Not according
to the state of Illinois.

Well, that's fucked up.

Gotta find a way to get
out of my lease.

You're leaving?

Once I get a place
in Pittsburgh,

clear the move with my PO.

Hey, you, uh,
did you want something?

- Never mind.
- No, what is it? What?

I was gonna ask you
for a job for my brother.

Ian. He's a good kid.
You met him.

Just trying to get
his shit together.

Aren't we all?

Uh, yeah, sure, yeah.

I guess I could use
a new dishwasher.

Pretty sure Javier's been
stealing our good knives.

I've been meaning to can him.

Thanks.

You're really leaving?

Bring your brother tomorrow
before dinner rush.

I'll get him started.

Savor it.

How do I know when it kicks in?

You'll know.

When you said that you were
bringing me to the lake,

I didn't--

I didn't... realize
it was gonna be like this.

Well, I didn't bring you here
for the majesty.

This is the best place
to shout at God.

Shout at God?

He's the one responsible.

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

Just scream your guts out.

I'm Presbyterian.

- Religious?
- No, just not a screamer.

What do you do
when you're pissed at some jerk

that screwed you?

Keep it bottled inside.

You ever clock someone?

- No.
- Hit them with a brick?

- No.
- Run over with a car?

Jesus, no.

You have not lived
until you've heard the bones

of your enemy being crushed
under 3,000 pounds

of Detroit steel.

I wanted to once.

Prom.

Daisy Kelso stole my date.

You never got payback?

Mm-mm.

She did him in the bathroom
of a Popeyes Chicken.

Ooh.

Oh.

Nothing like your first time.

Holy shit.

Ah.

- What?
- Rapewalker?

I need help.

Where are you?

Yo, if you're gonna smoke
an illegal substance,

you could at least do it
in the privacy

of your own shitty dorm room.

People hassling me.

Maybe that's because
you steal their stuff.

You're doing a great job of
hiding the evidence, by the way.

They're the ones that leave
their doors open

with all their shit
in there, so...

You're gonna get kicked
out of school, Joaquin.

And leave all the wonderful
new friends I've made?

I gotta go, man.
Work study.

What's the job?

Library--
shelving books and making sure

no one's fucking in the stacks.

It's better than wearing
a hairnet.

You know, bussing tables
in the cafeteria, like I did.

Hey, listen, what did you
come here for?

You know, 'cause if
it was to get high,

you could have just
stayed home.

Me?
Robotics.

They got one of the best labs
in the Midwest here.

Four years of free equipment,

I'm happy to put up
with a little bit of bullshit.

Algorithms.
Writing code.

Seriously?

Hey, you ever hack before?

Why?

Well, hypothetically, you know,

what if one wanted
to hack into Financial Aid?

You know, change an entry
to "Paid In Full"?

Oh, you just need
a sequel injection

to get the hashed password.

I could take a look for you.

I thought you had
to go to work.

Eh, it'll be the most fun
I've had since I got here.

Everybody
in my computer science classes

are bitter Stanford rejects.

Not you?

Oh, I got into Stanford.

Too much sun in California.

Right.

All right,
turn on your computer.

Oh, no, we can't use mine.
It's the school's property.

They could trace it back to me.

Don't you have yours
in your bag?

I can't afford a computer, dog.

But you're a fucking
computer science major.

Yeah, and you're
a robotics engineer.

Do you own a fucking robot?

We could go
to the computer lab.

All those people around?
They'll be suspicious.

- Makes it more fun.
- Oh, no, it's okay, man.

Come on,
there's a fair to good chance

we won't get caught.

Yeah, says everyone
who gets busted.

I'll deal with it myself.

By yourself?

Good fucking luck.

Hey, I'm here
to escort you home.

Wait, aren't you that girl
from this morning?

- Stacey.
- Yeah.

You don't seem drunk.
Isn't this your room?

Well, you should know.

You were the one who got me here
safe and sound.

Such a gentleman.

Yeah.

I don't get it.
I thought you needed my help.

I do.

Need help getting off.

Hey, Ian's sleeping in there.

Sorry.

I was just getting some
of Lip's old clothes for Carl.

I gotta wash them.

He's been out
most of the afternoon.

Meds?

Bombs away.

Hey, need some help?

You know how to use an iron?

Yeah.

I mean, as a weapon.

When I woke up this morning,

this is not how
I saw my day ending.

With a derelict getting stoned.

Derelict.

Is that offensive?

I've been called worse.

What am I doing here?

Your family again?

Ugh, oncologist.

Probably wants
to schedule my surgery. Chemo.

2% chance is better
than nothing.

I saw it during my residency
countless times.

Patients enduring
round after round

of poison
pumped into their systems,

so they can spend
what days they have left

by the toilet, puking and bald.

Not me.

I'm going out with a bang,

not a whimper.

You believe in God, Frank?

I believe in a force

that thinks it's greater
than myself.

Hell, I survived this.

Doctors had one eye
on the clock.

Waiting to punch
the time of death.

Those times you almost died,

was it peaceful
or scary or--

What's peaceful about dying?

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."

What, doc?

Ahh.

My name's Bianca.

You ever streak before?

Many times.

Just never on purpose.

Oh, well, come on.

Oh...

Jesus.

God, this is
gonna be difficult.

Fuck.

Whoo!

Whoo!

- I'm coming.
- Ah!

I'm coming.

I can't do this.

Yeah, here I come.

Yo.

I'm off to the courthouse today

to watch my brother
get sent up the river.

Did you have another late night
at the sorority?

No, man, no time to party.

I had three Rapewalker calls
overnight.

Coeds wanting me to escort
my penis into their vaginas.

My balls haven't been
this exhausted

since I discovered jacking off
when I was nine years old.

Thought you weren't
gonna bang those coeds.

Yeah, drunk ones.

These are sober and horny.

I mean, why deny them
their God-given right

to multiple orgasms?

- What about V?
- What about V?

You know, I can't think
about that right now.

She's doing her thing.
I'm doing my thing.

It was her decision.

You still, uh, banging
that Asian chick?

Off and on.

Went down
on my professor though.

Oh, what's his name?

You take his whole dick
in your mouth?

It's, uh, Helene.

You know, she knows
what she wants.

She doesn't second-guess
herself.

It's really sexy.

Ohh, there's no substitute
for experience.

- Yeah.
- What? She wear you out?

You look fucking tired.

No, no, no, no.

I was up at the computer lab
all night.

I was trying to hack
into Financial Aid.

Security system was
too good though.

I couldn't do it.

Well, duty calls.

Yeah, Rapewalker,
at your service.

Whoa, you okay?

Who roughed you up?

Skanky Sammi.

She got me by surprise.

Still got a few uppercuts in.

Nice.

Here, your groveling ensemble.

Shit, I'm not wearing that.

It's not up for discussion.

You're gonna dress like
a fucking law-abiding citizen

whether you like it or not.

And here, this too.

I grabbed them
from the lost and found at work.

It's a weak prescription.
You'll be fine.

How stupid do I look?

Jesus, I wanna kick my own ass.

Fuck you!

I'm 32!
I was just getting started!

Fuck you, pancreas.
Fuck you, cells.

Fuck you, med school.

Fuck you!

Something else I need to do.

You coming?

Hi.

Baby, what happened?

Boys hit me.
Called me rat.

Uncle Carl told them.

Bitch hit Carl.

Looks like he gave
as good as he got.

Hey, uh, V, this thing
with you and Kev,

is it, uh--
is it temporary?

What did he say
when you asked him?

Uh, nothing.

All rise.

The Circuit Court
of Cook County

is now in session.

The Honorable Rita Gaither
is presiding.

Please sit.

Case number 2014-CR-882655.

The people versus
Charles Nevins S.

This is the time and place
for the sentencing hearing.

This court has reviewed
your probation report.

Does other counsel
wish to be heard?

Your Honor,
defense would like to reiterate

that this is
defendant's first arrest.

He has never been
in trouble before

and that he has an IQ of
barely functional intelligence.

Would the defendant
like to say anything?

Charles?

- Chuckie.
- What?

Would you like to say anything
before sentencing?

Okay.

I would, Your Honor.

I'm his mom.
May I speak?

My Chuckie is a good boy.

The only thing
he's ever stolen was my heart.

But he was taken advantage of
by an older family member.

If you're gonna blame anyone,
you should blame his uncle Carl

or the family who raised him

or me,
for putting an innocent boy

in a den of wolves.

Anything else?

Prosecution?

Then we can proceed
to sentencing.

This court hereby
sentences you to a minimum

of 120 days at the Illinois
Department of Corrections

Juvenile Justice Division.

60 days for good behavior.

Oh, he'll behave, Your Honor.

Right, Chuckie?

Chuckie, nod.

Okay, you're remanded
to the custody of the Sheriff.

I'll see you
before you get on the bus.

Don't be scared, baby.

It's gonna be okay, bunny.

Remember,
be nice to the guards.

You have got to be
fucking kidding me.

Well, if I didn't know better,

I'd think
he's an upstanding young man.

Just like Ted Bundy.

Case number 2014-CR-4929.

The people versus
Carl Francis G.

This is the time and place
for the sentencing hearing.

Court has reviewed
your probation report.

Does other counsel
wish to be heard?

Your Honor, my client knows
that he has made a mistake.

He is sorry for what he's done,

and he has learned
from the experience.

Do you regret what
you've done, Carl?

I did something really dumb

that I shouldn't have.

I trusted a fucking retard
with a man's job.

Next time I move a bunch
of drugs, I'll be smarter.

If you want to go
into my chambers and speak

to me off the record,
now is the time.

Otherwise, you will end up
in juvenile prison.

Is that what you want?

Yes, please.

That's not what I was
hoping to hear.

I know what you
were hoping to hear.

If Your Honor
would lose 20 pounds,

I would consider tapping that.

I think I've heard enough.

I sentence you to the maximum

of one year at the Illinois
Department of Corrections

Juvenile Justice Division.

You're remanded
to the custody of the Sheriff.

This court is in recess.

Why the fuck
did you do that, Carl?

When Paul Sugden came
out of juvie,

he knew how to make IEDs
and where to launder money.

You can't buy
that kind of education.

Plus, my street cred
will be off the chain.

Don't worry,
I'm gonna make juvie my bitch.

We'll send letters.

It was bound to happen
sooner or later.

- He'll be okay.
- Okay?

Hell, he's gonna be
running the joint.

Any chance
he'll get scared straight?

- Hell no.
- No.

Can I help you?

Daisy Kelso?

It's Rigby now.
Do I know you?

Who is it, mommy?

Oh, hi.

- Bianca, is that you?
- Yeah.

My God,
haven't seen you since...

- Prom.
- Yeah.

- How are you?
- Good.

- Now?
- Now.

Run, run, run!

Mommy!

Do you think I broke her nose?

You took out a tooth for sure.

That was great.

I think I'm gonna need
Fiona's boss

to give me a job too.

Tuition?

Ain't got no other options.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

I'll face the music, I guess.

Heard you went to the clinic.

Mickey hold a gun to your head?

No, it was my idea.

Something's wrong with me,

you know.

Yeah, but you're gonna
get better, right?

What, in 40 years?

Hey, you remember
David Gosinski?

He used you to break the record

of black eyes given in
a single calendar school year?

I was gonna kill
that motherfucker.

I'll always remember
what you told me.

You said,
"I got this."

Ian...

you got this.

Phillip.

Yeah, you, uh, you emailed?

And texted, called.
You're a hard man to reach.

Yeah, look, could we
just skip the small talk

and cut to the part
where you toss me out of here?

Ever heard of baremaids?

Topless maid service.

Evidently there are
thousands of men

who would gladly pay a premium
to see a woman's breasts

while she's cleaning
their toilet.

I don't follow.

Good news for you, the visionary
behind the business

went to school here,
Nick Wiltern.

Actually started it
right after he graduated.

That was
about $300 million ago.

- Damn.
- Yeah.

Pairing boobs with anything

is apparently
a very good business plan.

Upshot is, he was my roommate,

and he's agreed to bail you out
this semester.

I notified
the registrar's office.

Okay, so he's just gonna
pay my tuition?

Until your grant kicks back in.

What do I gotta do for it?

- Say thank you.
- No, what's the catch?

There's no catch.
It's an interest-free loan.

I'm sorry,
I don't-- I don't get it.

Nick was kicked out
of here too, junior year.

But one of our frat buddies
got his parents

to cover Nick's tuition.

Think it had more to do
with the guy needing an alibi

for some vehicular homicide
DUI thing,

but Nick never forgot it.

Uh, okay, so how long
do I have to pay him back?

I wouldn't worry about it.

You're gonna have
15 different job offers

when you get out of here.

It's good news, Lip.

I didn't think
you were on the schedule today.

I'm not, Sean set my brother up
with a dishwashing job.

He's not here.
He left this morning.

When's he coming back?

Said he'd be back hours ago.

Hey, it's Fiona.

I brought my brother
to Patsy's.

We're waiting for you.

That's not like Sean.

Where'd he go?

See his PO.

Come on.
I'll show you the kitchen.

Ever been a dishwasher before?

You're gonna love it.

Hey.

I'm here to escort you
to a world of pleasure.

Oh, uh, hey.
What's up, fellas?

No offense, but the Rapewalker
doesn't do gangbangs.

I mean, you could be
fucking a chick,

but if you're getting off
surrounded by a bunch of dudes,

that's pretty gay.

Thanks, Michelle.

You can go now.

Her leaving did not
make this feel less gay.

So you're the Rapewalker.

Word's getting around that
you're a real...

gentleman with the coeds.

Walking them home.

Making sure they cum
before you do.

Well, it's important
to treat a girl right.

Well, it's kind of fucking
things up for the rest of us.

I mean, if you want to treat
a girl right, go get a wife.

You're right.
But I already have one.

- Damn, that's your wife?
- Mm-hmm.

Smoking hot, huh?

Wow, dude.
Look at that. Fuck.

- Those tits real?
- Oh, man.

None of your fucking business.

Why would you leave that?

Fellas, look.

It's so simple in your 20s

because you fall in love,
you make bank

when your girl posts videos
of herself masturbating online.

But then one day, you wake up,

the bills are piled up,
babies crying in your face.

Everything's just
so fucking hard.

And the one thing
that was easy, her,

it's the hardest of all.

Yeah, but she's really hot.

She bad in the sack
or something?

She can do more
with the flick of her tongue

than girls here can do
gyrating their entire bodies.

That's what happens
when you marry the best.

No matter how many girls
there are,

they're still not V.

Hey, thank you, man.
This was a great talk.

Yeah.

Uh--

Oh, sweetheart.

I am so sorry.

I was hoping
it wouldn't come to this.

Don't you worry.

Okay.

No one's gonna
mess with you again.

Hey.

You got a nice place.

- Thanks for the invite.
- What's the emergency?

I came to tell you
some bad news.

It turns out
I'm staying in school.

Really?

Yeah, I guess that means,
uh, no more fraternizing?

It's okay.
It wasn't that great.

What?

So you're officially registered
for my class then?

Yeah, yeah,
but what were you saying

about it not being that great?

You were exuberant.

Exuberant, I thought--
I thought that was a good thing.

And, you know, at the time,

you didn't seem
very disappointed, so--

Come in.

Oh, this must be that, uh,
classical music

I've heard so much about.

Mahler.

It's, uh, uplifting.

Now, how about, uh,
another chance?

You know, I could try to be
a little less exuberant

this time.

Have you read Horkheimer yet?

No, uh, no, but I
checked it out from the library.

There's a bunch of tiny dicks
on, like, every page,

but, you know, I think, uh,
for the most part,

I can make out what it says.

Well, I expect you
to have it read by Friday.

The first paper's due
the following week.

All right, well,
I'll start worrying about that

the following week then.

So tuition.
Did you rob a bank?

Invent an app?

Oh, no, I, uh, I got a loan.

Yeah, the guy
at Financial Aid who fixed it,

I'm still trying to figure out
what his angle is.

Well, is it that hard
to believe that someone thinks

you have a bright future
and wants to help you get there?

You didn't have anything
to do with this, did you?

I was referring to the man
from Financial Aid.

Oh.

Uh, yeah, no,
I just can't figure out,

you know, what's--
you know, what's in it for him?

Might need to get
used to it, Lip.

The world picking you up.

There it is.

What?

That angst.
Just like Schiele.

Yeah, that's the second time
you mentioned her.

I mean, who the hell
is this Sheila chick?

Egon Schiele,
an Austrian painter.

Oh.

Thanks.

So, when you're finished
with that,

you mentioned wanting
another chance?

Sean!

Sean!

Hey.

Called a couple times.

How long you been out here?

Your PO say something?

Can't leave.

For Pittsburgh?

Why not?

Travel restrictions.

I can't leave the fucking state
to be with my son.

Let's go inside.

I'm not moving.

Come on.
It's getting cold.

You know,
what I fantasize about is

my PO in pain,
his family in pain.

Doing to him
what he's doing to me.

And all it would take
to make everything I'm feeling

go away is one visit
to a street corner.

Bobby, Kilpatrick and Maypole.

Needle, spoon,
little bag of dope.

'Cause if I move,
that's where I'm going.

So I'm not gonna move.

I'm gonna try like hell
not to move.

If we're gonna sit out here,
you need this.

Why didn't you tell me punching
someone would hurt so much?

You're pounding your hand
into someone's skull.

How did you think
it would feel?

Ahh.

Could roll another joint.

Oh, so tired.

Best two days of my life.

- Thanks to you.
- It's not over yet.

Where you wanna go next?

If you got the cash, I know
a guy downtown, has opium.

An honest-to-God opium den
in the heart of Chi-Town.

He's a nice guy too.

Doesn't rip you off
when you're passed out.

Bianca?

Yeah?

I'm sorry,
Rapewalker is out of service.

♪ be alone ♪

♪ to hold your hands ♪

♪ I know no one else is there ♪

♪ to break your fall ♪

♪ don't I owe you more ♪

♪ don't I owe you more ♪

♪ don't I owe you more ♪

♪ don't I owe you more ♪

Sweetheart?

Hey.
Hey, hey.

Hey, there's someone downstairs
who's calling you sweetheart.

Helene!

- It's my husband.
- Husband? Are you kidding?

- Up here!
- The fuck are you doing?

Shit.

Who's this?

Welcome home.

This is Lip.

He's quite bright.

Hungry?

I just got back
from a conference. Starving.

How would you like your omelet?

Uh... whatever.

Huh?

What?

How'd you know where I live?

Uh, your license
in your wallet.

Oh.

You're with us.

I know what you did.

You're with G-Dogg?

I didn't mean to lose
the drugs.

Tell him I'll get
all of his money back somehow--

We know you ain't snitch.

Could have gave him up.

Could have made things
easier for yourself.

But you kept your mouth shut.

♪ cut loose with it ♪

Word.

♪ cut loose with it ♪

♪ cut loose with it ♪

All right, lock it down.

♪ cut loose with it ♪

♪ we slide out,
on the dance floor grooving ♪

♪ feeling yourself
to the base box ♪

♪ now cut loose ♪

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