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Hey!

Hey.

For those of you who watched last week

and don't have
drug-induced brain damage,

you can skip the next 30 seconds.

- You don't have to watch that shit.
- Gallagher!

The rest of you losers...

here you go.

Sparky, Shelly. Shelly, Sparky.

She's your boss.

Well, vice boss.

I made a little arrangement with Larry.

- So you're mine now.
- You were right.

We got to kill her.

If you want Todd,
you're gonna have to go through me.

His manager. That's who.

Do you want to go upstairs?

We could kick off these heels,

raid the minibar,
and check out the view.

I left you a little something
on the nightstand.

Saw an old lady get shot

at the Ashcroft bus stop last night.

You know, the streetlights were out.

You did a good thing, Citizen Carl.

Got involved.

Made a change.

Do you want to join me?

- Faye Donahue.
- Frank Gallagher.

Let's go to my place
and eat this Greek food.

You live in your car?

Indeed I do.

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You?

What the fuck are you doing here?

Hey, hey, what the fuck, man? Hey!

Good morning.

Where... where's Fred?

He passed out while nursing.

We've got six to eight minutes tops.

Mm.

Oh, and one of us has
to go to the store today

and get more diaper cream 'cause
his rash is now halfway up his back.

Oh, yeah. Talk dirty to me.

Wait.

Wait. You said it's worse
than yesterday.

What?

Fred's rash.

Uh, no, it's fine.

Hey. No. His ass is fine.

And your ass is fine.

Yeah. It's just... sorry.

It's just, the new daycare says

they can't take him if he's sick.

It's diaper rash.

It's not the bubonic plague.
All babies have diaper rash.

Okay.

Mm.

Mm, maybe we should get it
checked out, though.

- Lip.
- You know? Yeah.

Lip, he's gonna be at daycare
for four hours total.

Get a grip.

Look, we don't have a choice.
You want to...

Look at my chart.

Yeah, but it's his first day.

You've got AA.
Then you're at work till four.

I'm at the salon at noon.

So there's a four-hour gap
in child care.

Yeah. So Brad'll let me
out of work early.

We need the cash.

Well...

I mean, we need the cash
so we can afford daycare.

Doesn't that seem
a little ass-backwards?

No.

Ass-backwards is the Gallagher method,

where the next-oldest kid
just keeps kind of a vague eye

- on the rest of the herd.
- Well, it's free.

Liam is ten.

He's not watching our baby.

Liam?

I was gonna say Franny.

- Oh, Franny?
- Mm-hmm.

- No.
- Fuck.

...get some fuckin' flapjacks.

Ian Gallagher? Mikhailo Milkovich?

Yeah, I'm Ian Gallagher.
Can I help you, Officer?

Got some bad news for you.

Your PO was found dead this morning.

Paula's dead?

Fell out of a third-floor window.

Detectives want you both to
come down to the station today,

- make statements.
- Why?

We don't know anything about that.

Whenever a PO dies, detectives
interview all the parolees,

especially if the death was suspicious.

Suspicious?

Well, people usually open a window

before they jump out it.

See you at the station.

Bring Milkovich.

Good.

Go. Get your backpacks.

Get your book, Amy.

Let's go! Let's go, people!

Kev, get dressed! We leave in three.

V, look at this.

- What is it?
- IRS.

Oh, no!

Sweet baby Jesus. No, no, no, no.

Our day just got shitty.

Did we not pay our taxes on time?

Are you asking me?

How do I know? You do the taxes.

No, I know... I know... I know we did.

I-I paid the check,

and I did the amend B-59X whatever.

I know I paid it.

What do you want me to do?
Flush it? Burn it?

No. We got to face it head-on.

Hold Mommy's hand, girls.

No way. A check for $825?

$825?

What? Give me that.

"Tax credit," blah, blah, blah.

From when I worked at the nursing home?

I vote Jet Ski.

And I vote no!

Come on, girls. We got to go to school.

- Kev, you coming?
- Yeah.

- Kev!
- Shh.

- Come on, girls.
- Let me have this.

Mickey?

Mickey! Hey, come on out. Cops are gone.

The fuck they want?

Paula's dead.

No shit. Is it Christmas?

It's not funny.

Someone threw her out a window.

You kidding me? That's extremely funny.

There's, like, a fucking verb for that.

I-I'm serious, Mickey.

They want us to go into
the station for questioning.

You know anything about this?

Nah. Fuck, no. I didn't kill her.

Wait. Do you know something about this?

No.

- That what you're telling me?
- Of course not.

Got it.

Good strategy.

Wait, what stra... I-I didn't kill her.

- Little bit, you did, though.
- No. Not little bit.

I did zero murdering
of my PO last night, Mickey.

- Okay.
- I'm not the one

who came home late without
any sort of explanation.

I did explain. I was with my dad.

No. You didn't explain
why you were with your dad.

Exactly.

Okay, so, to be clear,
you didn't kill her,

or, you know, you "didn't" kill her"?

Why are you putting shit in
weird fucking air quotes?

- Because I didn't fucking kill her.
- Okay. Me neither.

We both know what we know we know...

that we know.

What the fuck does that mean?

Hey. Where you going?

Wouldn't you like to know?

I-I-I would.

I would like to know!

All right. Pick your poison.

- Cereal or toast.
- Pass.

Todd's biggest game
of the season is today.

Got to stay sharp, stay hungry.

Shouldn't you be doing
fun kid stuff this summer?

Like Slip 'N Slide in the yard?

Talent management is fun, Tami,

if it's the kill that you love.

Excuse me.

It's the coast.

Go for Todd.

Good. You're still here.

- Hey.
- I need to talk to you.

Uh, okay.

I met this awesome woman last
night at a hotel bar, right?

- Okay. Yeah.
- Claudia.

She's older than me,
but not in a rape-y way.

She's got this beautiful smile
and these bright eyes

and these sexy little Lisa Loeb glasses.

Debs. Hey.

So, anyways, we spent the night
together last night.

- Yeah.
- And then she gave me this.

I'm really confused.

Why would she give me 1,000 bucks?

Um...

I'm not. She, uh...

She thinks you're a prostitute.

- What?
- Yeah.

But it was voluntary hooking up.

I liked the sex. I think she did, too.

Yeah. I like fixing bikes.

But it's my job because
someone gives me cash to do it.

But we really hit it off.

It wasn't like a gross
sex worker situation at all.

Who's a sex worker?

- Debbie.
- No.

This is a misunderstanding

that will be cleared up immediately.

Okay.

- Tami.
- Yeah?

Could you wake up Franny in 20 minutes

and watch her till I get back?

I can for a little while,

but then I got to take Fred to
daycare, get to work by noon.

- Cool. I owe you.
- Wait, wait, wait, Debs.

How much do you owe her?

Because you have to be clear
about terms up front.

- Shut up, dick.
- You know?

Oh, thank fuck you're here.

- Hey.
- I need to talk you.

- You're popular this morning.
- Yeah.

Hey, Tami, uh, it's kind of
a brothers-only situation.

Thanks.

What's up?

I think Mickey killed
our parole officer.

- You what?
- Yeah.

She got thrown out a window last night,

and he hates her, and he was out late.

Plus, he's a psychopath, so...

Yeah, but you-you really think

Mickey would kill a parole officer?

We just had this whole conversation

where he said he basically did it,

you know, in his Mickey way
of not saying he did it

but totally saying he did it.

- You know?
- No.

Well, I don't know what the fuck to do.

I mean, I'm supposed to make
a statement to the police,

and... I mean, do I lie and say
he was here all night?

- Or...
- Yes.

You're a Gallagher, right?

Always lie.

Why are you squirming so much?

- Something wrong with you?
- I'm not squirming.

The point is, V,

when you have the money,
you got to spend it.

- Five-dollar scratchers.
- No, Kev.

But we have $800.

We could buy a million
five-dollar scratchers.

What about Disneyland,

a once-in-a-lifetime experience
for our children?

Fuck that mouse.

I'll take another Sea Breeze, please.

Or we go to the Indian casino,
and we double down on craps.

Let it ride.

What do real people do with money?

That's what I want to do.

- Invest it.
- In what?

You know who you should talk to?

My buddy Gerald's daughter.
She is a money genius.

She... she invested
in this Korean company,

selling their products from home.

Now she's got a Mercedes.

I want a Mercedes.

We could sell Korean stuff, V.

We could sell
the shit out of Korean stuff.

We don't have a ton to invest.

Well, neither did she.

She was a waitress.

Want me to get her number for you?

Good morrow, friends.

Chums. Old pals.

I'm gonna use the ladies' room.

Hurry back, bunny.

Mm, hop, hop, hop.

Is it a beautiful morning or what?

- Stop gloating, Frank.
- Oh, shut up.

You and the lady friend
are getting tight, huh, Frank?

Wait. I don't care.

We are getting tight, V.
Thank you for asking.

Only thing that's a little bit odd is,

she appears to live in a Rolls-Royce.

A Rolls?

You see, I don't want her
to feel uncomfortable

that she's homeless.

We've all been there.

- Never.
- We've never been there.

I'm probably homeless right now.

Got to check with the kids about that.

Are you sure she's homeless, Frank?

The Rolls-Royce doesn't make sense.

Yeah, have you actually asked her,

"Do you have a house, Faye?"

Got to play the long game
with a woman like this.

Let her dole out
the info at her own pace.

Peel back the onion

and reveal her ripe fruit to me
when she's ready.

Hey, Faye, do you have a house?

Yes. Why?

Staff meeting.

Now in session.

All right.

We got a special today.

Shrimp tater tots.

Part tater, part shrimp.

I'ma throw up.

Looks like you fried a turd, Lori.

Serving these beauties
up with a slice of lemon

and a dollop of tartar jizz.

Seven-fifty
with a combo drink and fries.

Jesus.

You getting all this, Carl? Hello?

- Yeah. I got it.
- What's wrong with you?

He's questioning his life choices.

Going through his "wants to do
good for the world" phase.

It'll pass.

Why would you want to do good?

I don't know.

Guess it felt good saving lives
and fixing streetlights.

Felt like I had a purpose
on this earth, you know?

- Join the military.
- I can't.

I'm banned.

So gain 50 pounds and be a cop, then.

I'm too young to apply.

Guess this is my fate...
Serving shrimp taters.

Let me tell you something, Carl.

You think I always wanted
to do this with my life?

Serving up fried turd balls
with a bunch of ex-cons?

I'm a vet, Lori. Two tours!

This wasn't my dream.
I wanted to be a teacher.

But cocaine tasted so good,
I just did that instead.

The point is, you got to have dreams.

Go be a cop.

Can't apply till I'm 21.

Uh, you ever heard of
faking a birth certificate

using a dead guy's name?

Some big people here today. Am I right?

- Yep.
- Whose your boy?

Sixteen.

You got Todd Bryerson?

Nice.

I'm with 22.

Cordel Jackson.

Yeah, we're positioning him to
take a third endorsement today.

Timbo Keller, RCE Sports Management.

- And you are?
- You're not poaching my boy.

Whoa, little man.
I was just gonna say...

Walk away.

- Wow. You're paranoid.
- I've seen you eye him.

Walk away.

Listen, buddy. Got a strategy.

Check it.

The new Apollos? Not out yet.

They're gonna be huge.

New lace technology.

Self-tightens.

Apollos?

That's all you can get me?

Cordel's got Air Jordans,
and RCE signed him.

Trust me.

Get photographed in these.
Boom, leverage.

What's leverage?

Don't worry about it.

Trust me.

Hey, Officer Berto.
Can we talk for a second?

I haven't seen your dad. Buzz off.

Wait, wait. It's not about my dad.

- It's about lawyers.
- Worse.

- I'm on my break.
- Great.

When you got arrested

for beating the shit
out of that Cardinals fan,

who was the lawyer that got you off?

Danny Alvarez.

Best lawyer around.

Five hundred an hour. Worth every penny.

Yeah, I thought I was fucked
when Tina wouldn't marry me,

but Danny saved my ass.

Got me off scot-free.

Wouldn't marry you?

What's that got to do with anything?

Oh, 'cause married people can't testify

against each other in a court of law.

It's called spousal privilege.

That's why I tried
to get Tina to marry me,

but the bitch said, no,
she wouldn't cover for me.

So I had to hire Danny.

Married people can't testify
against each other? Ever?

Nope.

Any knowledge you have

of each other's shit
is strictly confidential.

It's what we in the biz call a loophole.

What's his blood type?

What? They need to know his blood type

so he can do tummy time?

Mm.

I'm just gonna put "red."

Who's his emergency contact?

That's easy. Me.

Who are they supposed to call
if we're both unreachable

and Fred's having a seizure?

Seizure? Jesus.

What are they gonna do
to him in this place?

Cami.

No. Your sister? No. No, no, no.

Uh... Ian.

Ian the felon?

Uh, uh, Debbie, then.

The prostitute.

Okay. Um...

look, why don't we just
leave it blank, huh?

You can't leave it blank. So Cami.

She and Brad are gonna be
Fred's legal guardians anyway.

What? Since when?

Why wouldn't they be?

Uh, because
Brad fell off the wagon so hard

that we had to pick him up
out of a ditch last year,

and you hate your sister?

- I don't hate my sister.
- Yes, you do.

And we all do.

Fine. Um, my Aunt Oopie, then.

Aunt Oop... no. Fuck, no. What?

Okay.

Who did you have in mind
to be Fred's legal guardian?

I don't know. Can we just do this later?

A Gallagher, though, right?

Honestly, I hadn't even
thought about it.

Bye, buddy!

Hey. We will be
talking about this later.

Yes.

Bye!

Debbie?

Hey. Uh...

I was just wondering why
you gave me this last night.

Oh, I'm sorry. Was it not enough?

Here, come in. Come in.

Just, um...
My wallet's right over there.

Just take whatever your rate is.

I wasn't sure.

Claudia, I don't have a rate.

I'm not a prostitute.

You're not?

Why were you sitting
with all the prostitutes, then?

You know, they call that Ho Corner.

I did not know that.

I just met you,
and I thought I liked you.

So I was a freebie?

No, you weren't a freebie,

because you're not a john
and I'm not a prostitute.

I just thought we hit it off.

Oh!

Well, I thought
we had a connection, too.

So this is a misunderstanding?

Big mistake. Huge.

Great.

Um, I have to get to work,

but can I take you out
on a proper date later?

Sure.

How long are you in town?

I live here. Up in Lake Forest.

I just get a hotel room

when I have a late meeting in the city

or I'm too fucked up on,
you know, and looking for a...

So, uh, dinner?

How about seven o'clock tonight?

- Sure. Sounds good.
- Okay.

And here, I'm gonna return this.

Oh, no, no, no. Keep it, as a gift.

It's the least I can do
for insulting you.

Oh!

And if you're free today,

why don't you just enjoy the room?

I mean, I have to go to work,

but I can arrange for a late checkout.

I mean, just order up some room service

or a spa treatment.

Well, thanks.

I don't understand.

If you have a house,
why didn't we sleep in it?

It's embarrassing.

You'll think I'm crazy.

There is zero percent chance
that I'll think you're crazy.

What's embarrassing? You got bedbugs?

You know what? Let's change the subject.

Come on.

Tell Frank.

You got a husband back home?

Much worse than that.

Children?

It's haunted, Frank.

I'm terrified to be there alone.

That's why I sleep in my car.

"Haunted"?

Every floor,

every room,

including the ballroom
and servants' quarters.

How big is this house?

Twenty-two thousand nine
hundred eleven square feet.

On the lake.

Nine bedrooms, including the master.

But that's mostly just storage

for my father's
single-malt scotch collection.

Your father collects scotch?

Did. Yes.

He's dead now.

He has hundreds of bottles
of the stuff in that room.

I mean...

Not that I'm brave enough
to go in there.

You know, Faye, I believe in ghosts.

I see them. I hear them.

And I can exorcise them.

We're simpatico.

I could help you get rid of 'em
for good.

Really?

Who else you gonna call?

Ladies and gentlemen,

let's all stand for the national anthem.

"Southside Kid Finally Takes a Stand."

Boom.

Man, let me ask you something.

Who's your kid's guardian?

You, I think.

No. I'm just kidding.

It's, uh, some Bible-thumping
aunt on Cami's side.

Oh, and you're okay with that?

I mean, it not being someone
in your own family?

You've clearly never met my family.

Guardian stuff's up
to the mother anyway.

Everything is.

Sooner you accept that,
the better your life will be.

Remote control, up to her.

Temperature of every room, up to her.

Your balls, up to her.

Oh.

Yo. What's up?

Hey. The new daycare wouldn't take Fred.

What?

The daycare wouldn't take Fred
because of his rash.

Oh. Is that right?

Well, not his rash,

but because of his stupid rash,
they took his temperature,

and it's point-two degrees
higher than it should be,

so they sent him home.

Okay. Where are you now?

Uh, I'm almost home.

Aunt Oopie is meeting me there,
and then, hopefully,

I will still make it to work on time.

Oh, your-your-your aunt I've never met?

She's available.

You know, you can meet her
when you get home.

Oh, and can you pick up
some baby aspirin?

Mwah.

Ah, fuck me.

We're getting close.

Oh, Frank.

I'm in a cold sweat.

Let's talk about
these spirits for a second.

Uh, can you see them,
or are they more of a presence?

A presence.

Like a cold hand on my neck.

Okay. Right here.

It's the worst when I'm in bed.

They hover over me.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Fr...

I-I-I...

I can't do this.

Give me your hand.

It's like our black president said,

"Yes, we can."

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

It's just a house.

A very expensive house,
but nothing we can't handle.

Let's start

with the scotch-collection room
and go from there.

- Which way?
- Up the stairs.

Uh, for whatever it's worth,

my spidey sense is really not
picking up any spirits.

Right?

No ghosts in here, right?

I can't.

I literally can't
go up the stairs, Frank.

Faye, take my hand.

I want you to really hear
what I'm about to tell you.

I've got you.

And you're safe with me.

Aw.

Is that you?

Yes.

At high-school graduation...

right before
everything changed forever...

when my life still had promise.

You're late. Grab an AK.

- What's up, Mickey?
- Hey, the large file

works best on serial numbers.

Yo, I heard about
that bitch PO going down.

Yeah, who's the lucky
parolee that gets that trophy?

I bet he's loving life right now.

Why you make me ask you twice?

Sit. File.

I'm not really here to work, Pops.

"Not here to work," he says.

You helped us move 'em last night.

- Now you got cold feet?
- No. I just...

I need advice, actually.

- What the fuck?
- Yeah, I know.

Look, I'm pretty sure Ian
popped that PO.

Who's Ian?

Fuck you, man.
Don't start with that shit.

Hey, I'm just fucking with you.

No way in hell that little
gay carrot boy shot her.

No. She didn't get shot.

She got... pushed out a window.

Did he tell you he did it?

In so many words, yeah.

Shit. Were you wearing a wire?

Anyone else hear the conversation?

No. Look, cops want us to
come in and answer questions.

Fuck! All right. Go get packed.

George, call Benny.
Tell him to get the van.

We got to take some cargo to Canada.

No. No. I'm not running.
I need to protect him.

What are my options here?

Oh, you want options?

He wants options.

God damn it!

You're a Milkovich.

Cops gonna pin this on you so fast,

you'll be back in the pen

before lights out in cellblock C.

Nothing else you can do but run.

Oh, unless you got married.

See, you can't testify
against each other in court

if you're mister and mister.

Milkovich men marry vaginas, period.

He's gay, Terry.

I'm gay. People are gay.
Do you want a beer?

Shut your filthy mouth.

Hey, marriage isn't about
sexual orientation anyway.

We like pussy, right, Snook?

Fucking love pussy.

Can't get enough pussy.

We're both zero percent gay.

Yeah, we're not even prison gay.

But technically,

we've been legally married
for what, George?

- Nine years?
- Yeah.

Thirteen federal court hearings.

Never testified against each other once.

H-hold on. So you're saying that

if Ian and I get married,

then anything that happens
between us is a secret?

You marry someone with a cock,

I will bludgeon you dead in your sleep.

Good talk, Dad. Thanks.

Product conviction.
That is what it is about.

You have got to have
conviction in your product.

Equals sales, equals profit,
equals new Mercedes.

I don't sell Escargold.

Escargold sells itself.

I get to sit back and wax
my 'Cedes with an Hermes scarf.

Mm! Kev knows what I'm talking about.

Kev knows!

Can you talk some more
about the marketing tiers?

What exactly is that?

Multitier marketing.

It's like...
You know what it's like, Kev?

Sports.

I'm the captain of my team,

and I want you two to play for me

because you're gonna be great players.

MVPs. Top-draw producers. Okay?

So I'm gonna take a little percentage

of your sales off the top
because I recruited you.

- Mm-hmm.
- But once you are up

and running and you have

quadrupled your initial investment...

Which takes how long?

Six months if you've got hustle.

You good with Insta? Snap? Twitter?

So good.

So what's your capital investment?

Because for 2,500,

we can get your inventory
set up, and we can play ball.

We have 825.

For 825,

we can get your inventory
set up, and we can play ball.

So why don't you two follow me
out to my 'Cedes?

And we are gonna load you up.

I still don't know what the product is.

- What is Escargold?
- Yeah. What does it do?

Now, I know what you're thinking:

"This is just some Korean skincare fad."

And the answer is no.

Escargold eyepatches minimize wrinkles

and de-puff eyes.

Using a special ingredient...

Snail mucus.

Snail? Like slugs?

No. Snail like expensive.

- Mm-hmm.
- Very rare.

They're really popular all over Europe

and parts of France, guys.

They really do work.

Ingredients are all-natural and organic.

Yeah, 'cause they're snails.

Free samples coming around.

Once you try it,
you are sure to buy a case

for our special introductory price

of $29.99.

V, what the hell are we
supposed to do again?

Make a face story on graham cracker?

Why don't you let me handle
the social media?

Afternoon, sir. Name's Carl Gallagher.

I'm here to join the police academy,

dedicate my life to law enforcement,

and here is my ID that says I'm 21.

How old are you really, son?

- How old do you need me to be?
- The age you actually are.

I'm 21. Just look at my ID.

Well, this says your name
is Lewis McGillicutty, Carl.

Born 1947.

But this just shows how much I want it.

- Out.
- Oh, come on.

How many minors do you get in
here begging to join the force?

Begging to make shit money
and get called a pig?

This is my calling.

Punishing the oppressors
of the underclass

is what I'm all about.

I have three skills to offer you, sir:

I like to choke things,
I'm good with weapons,

and I got a buttload
of rage in my heart.

Hey, Cody. Come on out.

What?

Now, it's not exactly the academy, Carl,

but it might be up your alley.

Uh, this is Carl... I think
he'd be a great candidate

for the kids thing that we do.
What are we calling it...

What the hell you talking about?

The youth thing we do for...

Uh, mentorship for the teenagers.

Oh, we're still doing that bullshit?

It's called the Youth Committee

to Investigate Youthful Comm...
Uh, something like that.

Yeah, that's it.

And it's for students who are interested

in a career in law enforcement.

I'm interested.
What does it entail, sir?

Eh, not much, just a couple
hours after school every week.

Um...

there's usually a flash grenade
demonstration at some point.

Flash grenades?
What about real grenades?

Oh, he's gonna fit right in.

In today's segment

of "Snowflake Central"...

...we focus on the latest
victim of the liberal agenda...

An elementary-school gun show.

Dallas resident Sandra Benson

was looking forward to sharing...

Hey.

Hi, hi, hi, hi.

...a fourth grader who couldn't wait...

Uh, hello?

Oh, hello. Aunt Oopie here.

- Hey.
- Not gonna call you Lip.

Hope that's okay.

Gonna call you by your lovely
God-given name, Phillip.

Okay.

- After the prophet.
- Right.

Oopie Tamietti at your service.

Is that O-O-O-pie?

No, it's Oopie. Like "loopy."

Okay. Uh, well, thank you...

Thanks for watching Fred
for us, you know?

Honestly, I'm just so happy
to be able to spend time

with that creamy little Alfredo sauce!

- Yeah.
- He's the best baby on Earth.

He is.

He is. Um, has he been resting long?

- I'd say about 40 minutes.
- Okay.

Uh, so I did two loads of laundry,

- caught up on my Hannity...
- I saw that.

...roasted a chicken for
supper, and made sweet rolls.

Do you like sweet rolls, Phillip?

Come on. Sit down.

You've had a long day at work, I'm sure.

Have a seat.

So listen, I have to insist

that Fred not go back
to that filthy daycare center.

Oh.

Because why would he,
when Aunt Oopie is free?

Yeah, I just... Tami and I,
we should really, uh,

- maybe discuss...
- Here. Try this.

You're gonna love it, Phillip.

Am I right?

- Am I right or am I right?
- Mmm.

Yeah, you're... you're right.

That's delicious.

Here we are...

the master bedroom.

This is full of promise.

Jesus H Christ in Heaven, my Lord,

thank You for this gift

of daily stuff.

He organized them
by year and distillery.

His lifelong passion.

This one...

looks really old.

This is the scary room?

There's nothing in here.
A bed and some air.

That's 'cause you're not on the bed.

- That's where they torment.
- Uh...

Cheers, to us.

This bed?

Nothing here.

I'll take another one, doll.

That's 'cause you have to lie
on the bed.

- Ah.
- Close your eyes.

You'll see.

Mm.

Eh?

- Now lay very still.
- Okay.

Don't move a muscle.

Eyes shut tight.

And listen.

- You hear that?
- Mm-hmm.

I think you may have
scared the spirits away.

Do you like to play, Frank?

Mm-hmm.

Then let's play.

Open your eyes.

What?

Boo!

Whoo!

Todd! Todd! Todd! Todd!

- You're Todd's manager, right?
- Guilty.

His kneeling photo is blowing up.

120,000 likes already.

And Jay-Z commented, "We're past this."

Your guy is famous.

Well, it's easy to represent

someone who takes such a strong stand.

What are you doing after the game?

Excuse me, ladies.

Business calls.

Dude, you're trending.

Time to decide what you took a knee for.

- Huh?
- Lots of options.

Race, Trump, being poor,

bad food in schools, kids with leukemia.

Got to pick.

I was just fixing my shoes.

You want sponsorships or not?

Thanks.

Thanks for meeting up with me.

No problem. Let me just take my Plan B.

Totally screwed the pooch last night.

A guy I boned was legit poor.

Like, works at goddamn Macy's

and is not even associate manager.

His tie had a snipped-in-half
label on the back.

Fuck my life.

How about you? How'd you make out?

Yeah. So that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

I think I might be a prostitute.

Yas, queen!

So I didn't go off with
that old rich guy last night.

I met someone else. Her name is Claudia.

We went up to her room and hooked up,

and now she's buying me dresses
and giving me cash

and gonna take me to a nice dinner.

I'm really conflicted.

You hit the jackpot.

Or...

the mother lode.

Get it?

You don't think it's a little slutty?

Having a sugar mama? Fuck, no.

It is a true unicorn.

You got no dusty dicks.
No dangling balls.

You get actual orgasms all night.

You ride her

all the way to a college fund
for Franny, girl.

I look like a rabid raccoon.

My eyes!

The pain comes in waves!

Your snail piss burned our skin off!

Fuck!

This sucks!

We hear your concerns.

Obviously, we have the same concerns

about our product as you do.

Aloe gel coming around.

Put it on the burned area
with our deep apologies.

You need to call that bitch back again.

We got to return this shit
and get our money back.

I have called her 20 times.

She keeps sending us to voice mail.

Give me the phone... I know
how to get her coward ass here.

"Girl, we need more product.
Sold out inventory."

Smiley face emoji.

She's coming right over.

Uh, you know, we usually just
kind of all grab something

and eat clustered around the sink.

Well, that's a bunch of crazy.

You want to keep this great
country of ours great,

it starts at the home,

with prayers to our Lord Jesus

and three square meals a day.

- Hello!
- Hey!

Hi. Oopie!

Little Tami! Oh, my goodness.

I love this baby so much.

And this man of yours...

A fixer-upper, for sure...

...but that house has good bones.

Well, thank you so much for coming

on such short notice, Aunt Oopie.

Of course, honeybun. Now, let's see.

Fred has probably got another hour or so

before I wake him up for supper.

- Okay.
- I can do bath time.

So why don't you two go have a date?

Aunt Oopie's got everything
covered here.

- Date?
- A date?

Yeah. Or a nap
or just an adult conversation.

Go on, now.

I'm gonna teach Fred
and that little colored boy

about the Gettysburg Address
after supper.

I'm sorry. Wha-what was that part?

- A date.
- She just...

- A date.
- No, I heard...

That's great. Thanks, Aunt Oopie.

Go on, now. Enjoy yourselves.

- No, see, the other part...
- It's good to go out

and participate in the economy

so we don't have to give handouts

to those welfare cheats and...

- Okay!
- ...illegal immigrants.

- Yeah. I just...
- All right. Bye.

Please. Come on.

Have fun.

Hey.

Hey.

Thanks for meeting me.

Yeah. Sure thing, Formal.

Let's order. I'm fucking starving.

You, uh, get your new PO assignment?

I'm back with Larry fucking Seaver...

I think we should get married.

What?

We should get married.

Then we can't testify
against each other...

in a court of law.

You know, in case one of us, uh...

had something on the other.

It's called spousal privilege.

Yeah. Yeah. I, uh, heard of it.

It's for both of
our protection, you know?

Just help us keep things clean,

help us toe the line a little bit.

So what are you thinking?

I think staying out of jail's
a crap reason to get married.

No. We fucking love each other.

That's why we're gonna get married.

The legal stuff, it's just... bonus.

I mean, this is marriage, though, man.

It's kind of a... big step,
don't you think?

I love you.

And...

and I trust you.

Do you love and trust me, too?

Jesus Christ.

Okay.

So maybe this decision isn't that hard.

Jesus Christ.

You proposing to me
over fucking patty melts?

Yeah. I guess I am.

So what do you say?
You want to fit it in?

Fuck it. I do.

There he is. The slayer!

Way to slay.

I got you six more cases, you killer.

Well, psych!
'Cause we don't want any more.

You burned our customers' faces off.

Look at 'em.
Like a bunch of linebackers.

We want a full refund,
and we want it now.

You know, as I always tell my teammates,

a life in sales means good days and bad.

Sometimes your products

are just gonna fly off the
shelves, and other times...

Oh, cut the shit, Tessa.

Our eyes feel like liquid molten lava.

Eight hundred and twenty-five
dollars, now.

Look, I really want to give
you guys your money back,

but the thing is,

my hands are tied.

There are absolutely no refunds
of Escargold.

It is a firm company policy.

And you two did...

e-sign the agreement.

What the fuck are we gonna do
with nine cases of slug burn?

I don't know. Be inventive.

Here we go.

These are the Youths
Discovering Leadership Laws

or whatever.

Youths! This is Carl.

Whoa.

What the shit is this?

Our youth leader program.

Uh, that's Wilder,

Hemingway,

Penelope, Hunter...

Stop.

These are our future police?

Mm, doubt it.

Uh, most do it
for their college applications.

They put it next to ski club,
yearbook committee..

- Oh, no, no, no.
- ...Habitat for Humanity...

Who's in charge here?

Well, we had a lieutenant
running things for a while,

but he's out recovering
from a heart attack.

So, for now,
they're kind of on their own.

Just give me 24 hours with them, sir.

I'll whip 'em into shape.

Hey, uh, I don't think
we're supposed to...

Hold up. I got a link from Larry.

In what now appears

to have been a lover's quarrel,

Michelle "Shelly" Demeter
has been arrested and charged

for the aggravated murder
of Paula Bitterman.

What the fuck?

An eyewitness account
has confirmed that Demeter...

Wait. Is that the lady
from the ambulance company?

Bitterman was just 47 years old.

You didn't kill Paula.

I told you I didn't.
I thought you killed Paula.

Told you I didn't.

But you kept talking about
how you wanted her dead.

You said you wanted her dead, too,

and then you were with
your fucking dad all night.

Doesn't mean I just went
and murdered somebody.

I just got out of prison.

I just got out of prison, too.

Mr. Gallagher and Mr. Milkovich?

Mr. Gallagher and Mr. Milkovich.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.

Okay, everybody, time to think
outside the snail box.

What could we use these guys for?

What secret use do they have?

Garbage can liner.

For a 10% cut of our total sales,

what else could these little
gold bitches be used for?

All right? Best idea wins.

Come on, guys. Be creative.

They're small and sparkly.

They reduce puffiness and cause burning.

Mm, might work for herpes.

I hear herpes. Do I have a counter?

Well, if you put
16 of them on your chest,

it'll help you quit smoking.

- Okay, good.
- Glue stick.

- Paint thinner.
- Just smoke the shit.

Cure for snoring,
'cause your nose is burned off.

I like it, yeah. What else?

What's the main ingredient in 'em?

Uh, Korean, Korean, Korean,
and caffeine.

Caffeine?

That's the main ingredient
in Preparation H.

Not that I know anything
about hemorrhoids,

because I do not.

I can't believe you thought I did it!

I can't believe you thought I did it.

I'm not the one
fucking prone to murder here.

"Prone to m..."

Name me one person I've murdered!

Is this the only reason
you proposed to me?

- No.
- It is.

'Cause you thought I was fucking guilty.

There's plenty of fucking reasons.

But, yeah, I'd say it came up today

'cause not testifying against you is

a pretty big plus, Mickey.

So, uh, Misters Gallagher and Milkovich,

um, shall I proceed with the
marriage license application?

Yeah, please, proceed.

Okay, great.

So, Mr. Milkovich,
if you could just sign

right on that line there.

And now, Mr. Gallagher.

- Just sign...
- Yep.

Yep, right on that line right there.

That's good.

Mr. Gallagher?

- You're fucking kidding.
- Can we just talk for...

Fuck.

Hey, can we have
our paperwork back, please?

Sorry, sorry to waste your time.

Hey, Mickey!

Hey.

Hey. Oh, did the silk dress not fit?

Uh...

Look, Claudia, I really like
free gifts and free money...

Oh, good, because I have one more thing

I'd like you to have.

What's this?

Just open it.

It's a luggage tag.

You put your name and address on there,

and then you attach it to your luggage,

which you should pack, because...

We're going on a girls' trip
to Kennebunkport.

Beach weekend.

I don't even own a suitcase.

But even if I did, it's hard
for me to accept this from you.

It's all making me
feel like a prostitute.

Oh, God, uh, come here. Sit down.

I am... I am so, so sorry.

Uh, that was not my intention at all.

I-I mean, yes, I did think
you were a prostitute

when I picked you up on Ho Corner,

but I see now that
you are much more than that.

Uh...

You make me feel

all flustered and tongue-tied and...

I am sorry about the gifts.

The truth is, it's the only way
I know how to show affection.

I am working on it with my therapist

because my father was
a withholding narcissist,

but, truly, I am sorry.

No.

Hey, I-I'm sorry, too.

I can see you were
just trying to be nice.

And trust me, I'm fucked up, too.

I see your withholding narcissist parent

and raise you a set
of drug-addicted alcoholics.

Let's have a true do-over.

We could even go dutch on dinner.

Does dutch mean that you'll pay?

'Cause I doubt I could afford
anything at this restaurant.

Do you remember Kyle Holmes, Frank?

What? Where am I?

Why does my head hurt?

I drugged your scotch.

That's Holmes, Frank.

H-O-L-M-E-S.

What?

Do you remember Kyle Holmes, Frank?

Why am I handcuffed?
What the hell is this?

Kyle Holmes was my fiancé...

when my life was full of promise.

We were gonna get married...

until you ruined it.

Who are you? Who is this Kyle guy?

You know what you did!

I don't! I swear.

Summer of 1995.

It doesn't ring a bell?

Let's see if we can jog your memory.

It is an epidemic that we are
facing in this country.

Street drugs, like crack,

ensnaring young American boys like you,

from good American families.

That is why there is a war
on drugs in this country.

Is that him?

That's you, asshole.

Instead of punishing this poor man,

the victim, who was seduced

into using illegal street drugs,

we're gonna punish
the hoodlums, the miscreants

for perpetuating this dark epidemic.

Frank Gallagher,

this court reduces your charge
to a misdemeanor,

and you are sentenced
to 30 days in rehab.

Thank you, Your Honor.

You have a good day now.

As for you, the deviant thug

that tried to rob and steal

this bright young man's future,

you are hereby sentenced to 45 years

for drug possession of crack cocaine.

Society's gonna be a lot safer

without you super predators
out on the streets.

Twenty-four years
he's been rotting in prison,

his entire adult life behind bars.

I-I-I mean, that's very unfortunate.

The '90s were a racist time.

But this feels like a "not me" problem.

This feels like a "not you" problem?

- You really don't remember.
- I don't remember!

Look, admittedly,
I was on crack at the time.

Ouch.

I'm going to the hardware store
for supplies.

Why don't you watch the video
a few dozen more times?

- It's on a loop.
- It is an epidemic...

What kind of supplies?

The kind that might make you remember.

Wait, no, can't we...

...ensnaring young
American boys like you.

All right, flashlights.

- Check.
- Walkie-talkies.

Check.

- Tire irons!
- Check.

- Tasers.
- Check.

- Chains.
- Check.

Do we have to keep saying
"check" every time?

Because my throat's getting dry...

Sorry, sir.

- Gloves.
- Check.

- Roll of coins.
- Check.

- Map of the South Side.
- Check.

All right, let's review.

You, you're gonna take
half the platoon due west.

Your mission... Police this neighborhood

between point A and B.

I will take the other half due east.

We meet back at Camp Carl at 0600.

If someone fucks with you,
you fuck back!

You will not sleep,

you will not eat
until your zones are secure.

Am I clear?

- Yes, Carl!
- Good.

Head on swivel. Radios on.

On my command, move out.

Go, go, go, go!

Hi, there. I'm Kevin at the Alibi.

Hi. I'm Veronica at the Alibi.

And we struggle with hemorrhoids.

Shh, Kev, that's embarrassing.

Why, there's nothing to be
embarrassed about, V,

not when there's
such an affordable and easy way

to cure hemorrhoids, for
a very low introductory price

at the Alibi on the South Side.

That's right, Escargold Butt Patches.

Safe and easy to use.

You just rip open the package

and put 'em on your butt crack.

Wow, that is so easy.
But does it work, Kev?

Why, yes, Veronica, it does.

Just listen to some of our
happy customer's testimonials.

I used to have hemorrhoids. Now I don't.

Thanks, Escargold Butt Patches!

So come see us at the Alibi.

Your butt will thank you.

Okay.

Posted!

How long you think before

people will come through the door?

Oh, that door is gonna
bust open any second now.

Here we go.

- Shot?
- Sure.

Any second now.

I guess not.

Well, fuck, we tried.

Ladies and gentlemen,

today I take a knee

in support of the following causes...

PETA's Lobster Empathy Center,

The Cigar Rights of America,

the Asperger Pride Movement,

Parents Who Are Against Miralax,

Parents Who Are Against Spelling Bees,

and Association for Canine Spirituality.

Thanks.

Todd! Todd! Todd! Todd! Todd!

Mickey, come on, hold up.

Leave me alone, Gallagher.

It's just that I hadn't really thought

this marriage shit through.

I don't know, I didn't think
we were gonna be

having this fucking conversation today.

Then why the fuck did you bring it up?

The whole thing was your fucking idea!

- You talked me into this shit!
- I know!

I know!

Frank and Monica aren't exactly

the fucking picture
of marital bliss, okay?

I don't really have a frame of reference

to connect this shit to.

- Oh, poor fucking you.
- It's not personal.

- It's fine, it's fine.
- It's not personal.

Mickey, I love you!

It's... it's marriage that I
don't know if I love, you know?

Maybe, I-I... I don't know.

But you're right, it is... it is
really fucking important,

so can we just talk about it
for one second, please?

I...

I want to know how you feel, you know?

Fucking really, Mickey?

Fuck.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Okay, so Aunt Oopie...

she can't be Fred's guardian, Tami.

No, yeah. I know.

She's racist as fuck.

I thought it would get
more subtle with age, but...

What's with the third person?

"Aunt Oopie's here."

"Aunt Oopie baked."

I know.

She's weird and sad.

Doesn't mean that Aunt Oopie
can't babysit, right?

It's not like Fred understands
what she's saying.

I don't think his hearing
even works yet.

What if something happens to us?

We don't have anyone
to be Fred's guardian.

So nothing'll happen to us.

Make a deal right now...

neither one of us will die.

Deal.

Hey, jaywalking's illegal.

Buzz off.

You sure you want to say that to me?

Beat it before you get hurt.

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