All language subtitles for Shameless.US.S04E02.

Where the fuck were you
last week?

You and Mike getting serious?

No, he's my boss,
so we're going slow.

You really haven't slept
with him?

No, but I probably should soon.

That was great.

Do you need me to do anything--
something else for you?

Touch you or whatever?

No, no.
I'm-- I'm good.

Let's get slutty
and head over to the arcade,

troll for high school boys.

- Hi.
- Hi. Debbie.

Matty.

- Want a ride home?
- Sure.

Have a good night.

Yo, Stan.
Hear you're not feeling so good.

Stan.

What the fuck, man?
He's dead!

I don't understand my grade
on this paper.

That would be a D.

- What was wrong with it?
- Uh, it sucked.

Why are you taking
this class anyway?

Because it was
the only freshman English class

available after noon.

You don't want to work any
harder than this piece of shit,

I suggest you find yourself
another course.

Holy crap, there he is!

- He looks just like you, baby!
- He kind of does, doesn't he?

You got to be shitting me.

- I'm pregnant.
- We're gonna have two?

How is that possible?

Mother nature can be
a tricky bitch sometimes.

- Police!
- Hands out, now!

- Frank?
- Frank? - Yeah.

- He's really sick.
- Oh, he's sick, all right.

I don't think
he can make it downstairs.

He won't be any trouble.

- No.
- I can take care of him.

- No.
- Yes!

Fine.

I have these things
in my throat

that bleed
if I try to swallow alcohol.

So I have to figure out other
ways to get it into my system.

Alcohol goes in this bag,

this goes up the poop chute,
and voila,

more than one way to get booze
into a Gallagher.

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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? ♪

He's had this rash on his arm
for over a month now.

That's eczema.
Nothing to worry about.

I'll send you home
with a cream.

- Who you texting, Debs?
- Her boyfriend.

- Shut up, Carl.
- You have a boyfriend?

- I don't tell you everything.
- You used to.

But I am concerned
that one of his testicles

hasn't descended yet.

- What?
- Ha-ha, you're a eunuch, Liam.

Hasn't anyone
told you this before?

No, they barely speak English
at the free clinic,

and this is the first time
I've had insurance, so no.

Well, he's almost
three years old.

This puppy should have dropped
by now.

Be honest with us, Doctor.
Is it because he's black?

You'll have
to excuse him, okay?

Puberty has turned him
into a barbarian.

Yeah,
that's 'cause he masturbates

- ten times a day in the bathroom.
- Enough!

This nice doctor is gonna think
we live under a rock.

Well, if it doesn't drop soon,
he's gonna have to have surgery.

- All right, Carl, you are next.
- Wow.

All done, all done,
all done, all done, all done.

All right,
let me see your pits.

Oh, you got a couple sprouts
coming out, don't you?

Yeah, and I got some
down below too-- you wanna see?

I'll take your word for it.

It sounds like you are going
through the throes of puberty.

Yeah, and the stress
is giving me headaches.

Probably need some oxy.

Oh, don't listen to him.
He's trying to get it

for his father.

He's dying.

His bed.
He made it.

Does my insurance
cover the pill?

It sure does.
Co-pay is $5.

Oh, wow, that's great.

Beats waiting in line at Planned
Parenthood for two hours.

I want to go on the pill too.

What? No.

You haven't even gotten
your period yet.

- Donna Doty got her period.
- What? She's nine!

And she's riding
the cotton pony.

Ugh, this isn't fair!

Uh, here's your prescription
for ortho.

- Thanks.
- While you got that thing out,

- a few pain meds?
- Sorry, buddy.

Ugh, this isn't fair!

Welcome to the wonderful world
of teenagers.

Uh-huh.

I see your muffin, English,
and raise you.

Well, give him five dollars.

Okay, okay, Jesus!
I raise you a damn donut.

Oh, shit, I fold.
Shit!

- I call.
- Call.

- Okay, show.
- Let's go.

Ahh.

Oh, come on.

- Hey, better luck next time.
- It's okay.

Hey, where are you going?

Oh, I got a quiz in 15 minutes.

Need time to study.

- 15 minutes?
- I'm just doing me, amigo.

- All right, man.
- See ya.

- See ya.
- See you, guys.

- Another one.
- Another one, come on.

For the love of Jesus!

Aah!

Question ten, which
of the following could cause

simultaneous increases
in inflation and unemployment?

A, a decrease
in government spending,

B, a decrease in money supply,

C, a decrease
in the velocity of money,

or D, an increase
in inflationary expectations?

- D.
- Who said D?

You got it.

Pass the quizzes back
to the person they belong to.

- Sorry.
- Oh, 60?

That's not bad--
I mean, with the curve,

it's probably like a B+, right?

- In what country?
- All right, settle down.

Did you study for it?

Yeah, a few minutes
before class.

I was up all night.

Obviously, your system
worked better than mine.

If anyone wants

extra credit,
I suggest you spend some time

answering practice questions
with my tutor.

Okay, who has read ahead
to chapter seven?

All right, who can tell me
if a large government

budget deficit raises or lowers
the national saving?

- Lowers.
- Exactly.

All right, now evaluate
the following statement...

When was the last time
these things were cleaned?

April.
Here you go, Alan.

Breakfast of champions.

And some OJ if you'd like.

Yeah, I wouldn't count
on that expiration date, though.

Not much use of orange juice
in this place.

Really, I'm good.

Dad didn't age very well,
did he?

And he was in his 60s
in those pictures.

You should've seen him
in his 80s.

- Whoa.
- Hey, man's dead.

- Have some respect.
- No, no, it's fine.

He and I, I'm sure you know,
didn't get along very well.

You know,
to be honest with you,

I didn't even know you existed.

He only mentioned having
a daughter.

That would be me.

When you're ready,
we can begin.

I have Stanley's will here,
which I'd like to read to you.

Um, but out of respect,
you know,

I'll skip some
of the colorful language.

Oh, no.
Please, go ahead, read it.

I'm sure
we've all heard it before.

Uh, I, Stanley Winston Kopchek,

being of sound mind and body,

leave to my sniveling, faggoty,

fag of a fagorama daughter

by the name
of Alan Willard Kopchek

my gun collection,

in the hopes that she'll

kill herself before she chugs

another AIDS cock.

Not sure
we all heard that before.

And to the man
who I wished had been born

my son, Kevin Ball,

I leave my beloved Alibi room.

- What?
- Oh, my.

I knew it would be bad.
I didn't know it would be that--

- Alan, I'm sorry.
I had no idea.

- I'll contest the will.
- Absolutely, you should.

He was probably drunk
when he wrote it.

Everything was done
by the book.

You know what?
Never mind.

Let Kevin have the bar.

Alan, are you-- are you sure?
That doesn't seem fair.

Oh, come on,
do you think the homophobes

that come in this place are
gonna take to me as the owner?

You could always sell it.

Okay, tell you what we'll do.

Kevin, why don't you
send me $500 a month

for two years,

about what I would've gotten

if I had sold this shit hole?

Okay.

So I'll-- I'll write up
the paperwork.

I'll get you both a copy then.

That sounds fair.
Alan, thank you.

I-I promise,
I will uphold Stan's legacy.

The good stuff, not all that
"faggoty, fag, AIDS cock" stuff.

Do you mind if I take dad?

Of course.

Thank you.

- Morning, Fiona.
- Hi, Gena.

You know, you should join us
for yoga sometime.

It's a good way
to start the day.

Yeah, I'm just getting
used to having health insurance.

Not sure I can handle
the gym just yet.

All right.

Knock, knock.

- You wanted to see me, sir?
- Yeah.

- Everything okay last night?
- Yeah, why?

Eh, I don't know.

You said you'd call
and come over.

Aw, were you lonely without me?

Uh, well, I figured you might be

a little afraid
that I would kick your ass

in strip backgammon again.

Uh, you wish you could kick
my ass in strip backgammon.

Are you throwing
the gauntlet down right now?

Yeah, anytime.
Bring it on.

Okay, you got it.

Hey, about last night--

Is this why you wanted
to see me?

No, no, no, actually,
I wanted to see you

because I have decided
to put you out in the field.

Like a cow?

Exactly like a cow.

I have three sales calls
that I am sending you on today.

The first one, The Dog House,

then The Riviera Theater,
and then the Lincoln Arena,

- where the Illinois Gliders play.
- Okay.

So, you know,
since Wally's retiring in, what,

a couple of months,
I thought it'd be a good idea

for his clients
to meet their new sales rep.

Me?

Well, if they like you, yeah.

I take it boobs wouldn't hurt?

Yeah, they've been dealing

with Wally
for the past 16 years.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

So legs would be good too.

Ooh.

As your boyfriend, I say no.

As your boss, oh, hell, yeah.

Oh, oh, oh, hey, have Mario
hook you up with a company car.

Really?
A car?

Yeah, a car.
Did you expect to take the El?

I-I guess not.

You have a license, right?

Sure.
Of course.

Hey, Lip, wait.

Amanda's sorority's having
a happy hour later.

Thought you could use
a pick-me-up.

Thanks.

All right, baby.

I'm all finished up.

You want to say something
over the ashes?

That's a good idea.

Stan, you son of a bitch, you
taught me that a man isn't a man

unless he's loved a woman,

eaten the heart
out of a live goat,

or ripped
a German soldier's face off.

One out of three ain't bad.

I'm proud to call you
my foster pop.

I'm gonna miss you, old man.

Nice, baby.

All right,
I'm gonna take him outside,

and then I'm gonna go home
and take a nap.

I'm not feeling so good.

- What's wrong?
- The baby,

and I'm sure inhaling
Stan's DNA didn't help.

Hey, good timing,
you getting this bar

when you're about to have
two babies, huh?

Yeah, no shit, now I can afford

all that ridiculous
maternity crap

Carol keeps bitching about,

and V can stop worrying
about money.

Damn straight.

My baby daddy
can take care of me!

And your baby
and your mama's baby.

We're a regular
modern family, baby.

- I love you.
- I love you.

Hey, V.
Bye, V.

Guess who's your new boss,
Kate.

- What she talking about?
- Mm.

You gotta do everything
I say now.

Stan gave me the bar.

Why would you want it?

Have you looked
at the books lately?

So itchy.

Fuck.

Hey, Frank.

Did you get me anything
from the pediatrician?

No, Fiona wouldn't let me.

Christ.

But I figured a way
to rub one out at my desk

in the middle of math class
without anyone noticing.

That's real good, son.

Benefits of sitting
in the back, right?

Yeah.

What's that smell?

Me.

- What?
- My liver's finally giving up.

Want me to steal you one
from the grocery store?

Not that easy.

- Mine is rotting inside my body.
- How do you know?

You see these spider veins
on my chest?

And my eyes are--
are probably bloodshot, right?

Look at this.

Ew, cankles.

Like a teenage lacrosse player
on the rag, retaining water.

What do we do?

Nothing we can do
unless somebody wants

- to give me their liver.
- Who?

A dead guy.

Oh.

Get rid of it.

No, no, no, no.

Out the window
with the Gatorade pee.

Gonna wind up there anyway.

I'm just cutting out
the middleman.

No more alcohol, just drugs,
whatever you can get me.

Me?

A dying man can't be expected

to wean himself off booze
by himself.

What do you want?

Whatever you can get.
Pot, Percocet--

- Morphine?
- Valium.

- Ativan?
- Vicodin.

Sizzurp?

I always wanted to try that.

I'm on it.

I'm proud of you, son.

Won't let you down, dad.

OMG.

I can dress my baby
like a pink lamb.

I better have a girl
and not a stupid boy.

No, you better abort
that thing.

- Too late.
- Never too late.

Matty invited me over
to his apartment later.

- His parents gonna be home?
- Didn't say.

Bet they're not,
which means he'll want to do it.

Here, better bring a condom.

- I always forget to do that.
- Duh.

If he's a classy guy, he'll
have a condom in his wallet.

Totes.

Look, I can dress my baby
like a geisha girl.

I'm not sure
I'm ready to have sex.

Right now is the perfect time.

If you don't bleed,
then you can't breed.

When am I gonna get my period?

Donna Doty got hers,
and she's nine.

I heard Donna Doty blows dogs.

It says here some women
don't menstruate till they're 25

due to the chemicals
in our water.

That'd be sweet--
if your ovaries are polluted,

then you can screw without
protection till you're old.

But we're just getting
to know each other.

I haven't even told him
how old I am yet.

Don't.

He'll dump you
if he finds out you're 13.

Keep your mouth shut,
and act like you're 16.

- How?
- Lick your lips a lot.

He'll think
you're gonna blow him.

- Have you yet?
- I-I don't think so.

Good. Wait.

Make him buy you
something first.

Like what?

I don't know, clothes,
jewelry, an iPad.

Something
from Urban Outfitters.

Okay. Okay.

You're always in there.
It's disgusting.

Hey!

♪ tell me I belong ♪

What are you looking at,
fucktard?

Just making a mental image
for my spank bank later.

Turn left in 2/10 of a mile.

Mm.

Yo, yo, yo.

Hey, you get in the car
and on the road okay?

Yeah, all good.
This thing has heat.

And you didn't tell me
I get a meal per diem.

- How could life get any better?
- I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Hey, you mind if I put
my boyfriend hat on

for just a second?

Mm, as long as you're
not wearing anything else.

Nope.

Just standing here on
the loading dock totally naked.

No, I wanted to finish
our conversation

from this morning, actually.

About me kicking your ass
in backgammon?

Oh, about you saying
you were gonna call last night.

Oh, my God.
Really?

Look, I worried about you
when I didn't hear from you.

You could've called me.

Yeah, but that's not the point.

What is the point?

That you said
you were gonna call.

You will reach
your destination in 500 feet.

I gotta go.
I'm almost at the arena.

Okay, cool.
Yeah, go get 'em.

Uh, we can finish this later.

Hey, you, uh--
you here for the tutoring?

Yup, the earlier session's
still in there, though.

- I'm Shelly.
- Uh, Lip.

Interesting.
What's it stand for?

Lipschwitz or Phillip,
your choice.

Oh.
I like Lipschwitz.

Then that's who I am.

So are you having trouble
with macro?

No, no, not really.

I just-- I don't give
a shit about it.

Why not?

I don't know,
I mean, you really think

it's something that is gonna
help us out in the real world?

Oh, so you're not planning
on running

the federal reserve, huh?

- Are you?
- Maybe.

I don't know.
I doubt I will.

So why are you here, then?

I'm here to talk the tutor
into giving me

some extra credit points.

Then I'm gonna split.

Well, I hope that works out
for you.

Always does.

All yours, Shells Bells.

Thanks.

You coming in, Lipschwitz?

Shit, you're, uh--
you're the tutor, huh?

Let's see if you can talk me
into giving you extra credit.

You sure Fiona said
it was okay?

She wants to help Frank now
that he's not drinking anymore.

- So what you got for me?
- I got a punch in your face

if you ever wake me up
from my nap again.

Holy crap!

I'm a nurse.

No, you empty bedpans
for old people.

I'm a ghetto nurse--
better for folks around here

to come to me than to wait
18 hours in the emergency room.

Percocet, that should do it.
Ah-ah-ah.

Not so quick, sparky.
Let me call Fiona first.

Come on, just give me five,
and we'll call it a day.

See, I knew you were lying.

At least I don't have
a cabinet filled with drugs.

Where'd you get that stuff--
steal it from the geriatrics?

I got it
from mind-your-business town.

Jeez, you're crabby today.

I don't feel good.

Is that why you got blood
on your ass?

What?

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

Oh, shit.

I'm spotting.

We gotta go to the hospital.
I might be losing the baby.

Come on.

And what does this mean?

Stan hasn't let me send in
his payroll taxes since 2007.

Oh, dear lord.

And I'm assuming it's not
because he didn't owe any.

You're assuming right.

He also hasn't renewed
his business license since 2010.

How much does the bar make
every month?

Well, after paying us,
the utilities, payroll taxes,

maybe $1,300 in a good month.
Hello.

All right, that's it, no more.

From now on, everybody has
to pay for their nuts.

Hey, speaking of paying
for nuts,

I dumped my load in
Mickey's wife's hand last night.

- Not bad.
- Kev.

It's Fiona's kid, Carl.

Something about V and him
going to the emergency room.

Hello?

I can't believe
I've grown up in Chicago

and I've never been here.

How many fans does
this place seat?

16,000 for a game.

Giant.

- What percentage buys beer?
- About 90, I bet.

So about 14,000 cups a game?

And I'll bet
at least 1/3 of those cups

are leaving the arena.

That's about right.

So if those cups had

the Illinois Gliders logo
on them

instead of just being
plain cups,

what is that, like, 5,000 pieces
of free advertising

just walking around out there?

Are you trying
to upsell me, sweetheart?

I'm just trying to learn more
about your business, Leonard.

And Mike said this was just
a friendly meet and greet.

And am absolutely enjoying
meeting and greeting you.

Why don't you show me
the concession stands?

Do you guys have churros?

- I love me a churro.
- Churros, churros, churros.

What's so amusing?

Oh, uh, definitely nothing
in this book.

Did you learn anything
in chapter seven?

Yes, uh, poor people with bad
credit can still get a mortgage.

- What's that mortgage called?
- Subprime.

Hey, do you want to go to
a party with me this afternoon?

Look what happens when
he actually reads the textbook.

- He learns something.
- Sure, yeah.

Useless information I could
just find on the internet,

but it doesn't answer
my question.

Well, that useless information

just got you
ten extra credit points.

- Do you want to make it 15?
- Good-bye.

And I'm already going
to the party-- it's my sorority.

If you die,
can Frank have your liver?

I'm not gonna die.

You would if I shoved
a pillow over your head.

Oh, there you are.
What is going on?

Can I leave now?

Don't you want to wait and
find out what's wrong with me?

Go.

- What happened?
- I started spotting.

Must be why I wasn't feeling
so hot today.

- How's the baby?
- We're waiting for labs.

The doctor's out looking
for an ultrasound machine now.

Are you kidding me?
They can't afford

a fucking ultrasound machine
in every room?

This is some bullshit.

- Excuse me. Excuse me!
- Kev.

What?

I need a hug.

Baby.

- Hey.
- How can I help you?

- I need a liver.
- What's wrong with yours?

It's for my father.
His is rotting.

- It smells.
- Oh, my, that ain't good.

Is he on the donor list?

I don't think so.
Can I sign him up?

Your father would have
to be seen by a specialist,

then referred to us,
so he can be put on the list.

Then he gets a liver?

He'd have to wait for one
to be available.

How long does that take?

Sweetie, more than
17,000 people in the US

are on
the liver transplant list.

That's a lot of dead livers
you're gonna need.

6,000 people are fortunate
enough to get one each year.

What about the rest?

Doesn't work out for everyone.

What's the point of being
an organ donating center

if you're not donating
enough organs?

Someone from your family can
donate a portion of their liver.

Me.
I'll do it.

You need to be over 18.

My brother and my sister are.

Well, that's a start.
Why don't you find out

if they're a blood match
with your father?

I already know they are--
my father only screwed

a Mexican whore
while he was with my mom,

and they can't get pregnant.

Everyone's blood type
is different,

sometimes even
if they're related.

Take these at-home
testing kits.

Prick the person's finger,

put a drop of blood
on the enclosed card.

It'll show their blood type.

Okay, thanks.

Okeydokey.
Sorry about the delay.

What's going on?

Is she okay?
Did we lose the baby?

Oh, on the contrary.

Well, why is she bleeding then?

Okay, we got your labs back.

Your estrogen, progesterone,
and HGH are through the roof,

which would explain
the spotting.

All right,
we'll take a look here.

Spotting, very common

with implantation
of multiple fetuses.

- Fetu-whos?
- Multiple?

Yeah, take a look.

Two babies?

Nope, mm, three.

- Congratulations.
- Three?

I take it from your reaction
you weren't planning this.

Planning this?
Who the fuck plans three babies?

You need to make an appointment

as soon as possible
with your OB.

OB? I need to make
an appointment with the vet.

I'm having a damn litter!

Baby, you know what this means?

I got a magic dick.

Take this form up to
the front desk on your way out,

and good luck.

I don't know
whether to freak out

or thrust my almighty dick
in everyone's face!

You need to be freaking out.
I'm having triplets!

Triplets! Triplets!

I got a magic penis, man.
I got a magic penis!

- Would you shut the fuck up?
- I got a magic penis.

♪ I used to think
that the power of love ♪

♪ was just a song ♪

♪ but now it's got hold of me ♪

♪ SOS, is it real,
or is this dangerous? ♪

♪ I can't-- ♪

Mm.

I hope this isn't about me not
calling you last night again.

Uh, no.
Actually, it's not.

It's about the clients
loving you.

I heard back
from all of them today.

Ah, do tell.
What'd they say?

Well, you remember Leonard
from the Gliders?

Thanks.

He wants to order
those souvenir logo cups

that you guys talked about.

- Sweet.
- Yeah, that is sweet.

You know, you didn't have
to go down there and sell them.

I just wanted you to say hi.

Yeah, well, when I got there,

it seemed like a waste
not to seize the moment.

Whoa, listen to you.

That's the kind of initiative
I like from my sales girls.

Mm, anything to please
the boss.

Okay, so now I do want to talk

about you not calling me
last night.

- Oh, dear lord, no!
- All right, all right.

Listen, it's because I care
about you, okay?

I want to build trust
with each other.

You don't trust me
because I didn't call?

Well, no, no, no, no.
I mean, you know, I--

My ex was always lying to me.

Yeah, so was mine.

Then just call
when you say you're gonna.

- Okay?
- All right, I'm sorry.

Get off my ass, dick face!

Jesus, I'm gonna assume that
was directed at another car.

Fuckwad is riding my bumper.

Uh--
and Carl's on the other line.

I got to go.
I'll call you back.

Or not, I don't know.
Bye.

Carl, what's going on?

- What's your blood type?
- Why, are you hurt?

Good news, you and Lip can
both donate your liver to Frank.

Ugh, Carl, please, please
stop worrying about Frank.

He is a black hole
of endless need

that will suck
the life out of you.

His liver is rotting.
He smells like a monkey cage.

Well, he made his choices.

You have to help him.

- No, I don't.
- Fine.

Jesus!

Bitch!

Oh, fuck you,
you fucking asshole!

Fucking cunt!

At least I don't have
a tiny penis!

Aah!

You piece of shit!
I almost hit your car!

Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.
Back up, back up!

Back up, back up, back up,

back!

Oh, shit! No!
Oh, my God!

Stop it, no!

Back up!

Back up!

Bitch!

I told her I hate her.

Gross medium average.

- What up?
- Hey, sorry I'm late.

No, it's cool.
The party went on without you.

- That's impossible.
- Hey, this is--

What was it
that I was calling you earlier?

- Ripschwitz?
- Uh, Lipschwitz.

Um, but you've entered
the inner circle now.

- You can call me Lip.
- Okay, Lip.

So this is your sorority?

Yeah.
I'm not super into it, though.

I don't live in the house
or anything.

Okay.
So-- so you got your own place?

Mm-hmm,
just off University Road.

I'd like to see that sometime.

- I bet you would.
- Hey, what are you drinking?

You want me
to get you something?

Uh, yeah.
I would like you to get me that.

He's working on his PhD
in thermo.

I'm terrified to talk to him.

You and I breaking up?

Oh, you're cute,
but I'm your tutor.

So?

That's like me
being your babysitter.

Now what do I say
to Charlie Watts?

That you're gonna show me your
apartment off University Road.

You wish.
Come on.

Uh, just go flirt with him.

How?

Like you're doing with me.

You're a freshman.
It's easy.

Yeah, but I fuck like
a sophomore.

Oh.
Still not happening.

You have to help me.
I gave you extra credit.

Okay, fine, um...
You know, give him shit.

Guys like it
when you give us shit.

Shit about what?

Well, you start
with that plaid shirt from 1994.

Don't you talk
about my Charlie that way.

Yeah, just go.

Go, go, he's gonna love you.
Go.

You know, but if he doesn't,

there's freshman cock
right here, waiting for you.

Call me
when it's grad school cock.

Okay.

Hey, douchebag.

- What's your blood type?
- Um, I miss you too.

Can I come up there
and test it?

I think we-- we did it in,
like, tenth grade bio class.

AB positive.
Why?

All right, gotta go.
Bye.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
Hold on.

What do you want to know for?

You'll just get mad at me
like Fiona did.

- I gotta go.
- Okay, wait, wait, hold on.

Look, we don't have
to talk about it

if you don't want to, okay?

You know, just tell me
what else is going on.

- Dad's dying.
- Yeah, no shit.

- Why doesn't anyone care?
- Hey, look, how's Liam's rash?

- Doctor says it's eczema.
- Oh, okay.

What are they giving him
for it?

- Frank?
- No, Liam.

Cream.
He needs a liver.

- Liam?
- Frank.

Oh, yeah.
No, I'm not surprised.

Hey, listen, do you guys want
any cash for the cream?

Fiona's new insurance
covered it.

- Nice.
- I'm at my stop.

I got to go.

Dad. Dad!

Frank!

What?
Where-- where am I?

Am I dead?
Is this heaven?

Look what I got for you.

Perckie Cs.

Oh, son, I am so proud of you.

Give me your finger.

It's "pull my finger."

No time for fart jokes.
This is business now.

Ow!

O positive.

- Where you going?
- To get you a liver.

Hey.

Hey, you, you're, um-- you're
that kid's older sister, right?

Oh, could you be
a little more vague?

Yeah, fuck.
Sorry, um...

He wa-- he was my year
at Lincoln Grove. Sorry.

If you're talking about Gus,
then yes.

Gus.
Yeah, Gus.

- Yeah.
- Gus, that's right.

Um, hey, hey, they let him
out of Shawnee Correctional yet?

No, he got time added
for being an idiot.

- Okay.
- Lip!

Hey, man.

Who the hell are you?

Uh, Lip.

Lip-- Lip Gallagher.

From Wallace Seet.

- Yeah, the one and only.
- Huh.

That's right.
Hey, what are you doing here?

One of these rich frat boys
need a date for the night, or--

No, you asshole.
I go to school here.

- Oh, shit, seriously?
- Seriously.

Yeah, you're not the only
smart fuck from the yards.

There are four of us here.
I guess five now, including you.

Shit, sorry.
I-- you know, I didn't know.

- Yeah, I will let it slide.
- Okay.

So how's it going?
How you doing in this place?

Yeah, not bad.

That's good.

Yeah, I sucked ass
my freshman year.

It took me three semesters
to catch up

to what my classmates learned
in high school.

Unbelievable what a shitty
education we got back home.

Yeah, hey, you want to walk
over to the cafeteria with me?

You know, I was gonna blaze up
with one of the dishwashers.

What?

Yeah, you see,
I was supposed to hook up

with this other chick tonight,
but then I got dissed.

So, um, I was thinking maybe,
you know,

me and you, we could smoke
a fatty, maybe bang one out?

Are you for real?

Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

You see, that--
that's my roommate

down there with his girlfriend,
hitting the bong.

You know, they're not gonna be
back till, like, after midnight,

so we're-- we're good.

Wow, so you think that just
because you were some hot shit

back home that that hood rat
attitude is gonna work here?

Fuck.
Excuse me for living.

I didn't realize
this place turned you

into a fucking Disney princess.

No, fuck you.

You're the kind of guy I came
to college to get away from.

Fuck you.

Fuck me.
Fuck me!

- Okay.
- Fuck me!

Thought that's what
I was doing.

Ah!

Yes, yes.
Lord, have mercy!

- Hey.
- Hey.

Here's the client folders.

Oh, yes.
Yeah, good job again.

Well, thanks for giving me
a shot.

Hey, of course.

Oh, the windshield
on the company car was cracked,

but Mario's fixing it.

- Cracked?
- Mm-hmm.

- From what?
- I don't know.

A tree branch maybe, some kids.

It was like that when I got
out of the arena.

Mm, but you didn't say
anything about it

when we talked on the phone?

You were too busy giving me
shit for not calling you back.

What an asshole I am, huh?

Wanting to make
our relationship closer.

Yeah, it's ridiculous.

All right, you know what?
I'll make it up to you.

How about I give you
a ride home?

Just let me grab my stuff
and we'll go?

Great.

Hi.

Oh, hey.

My dad's O positive.

What about your brother
and sister?

- Lip's AB.
- Oh, that's too bad.

And your sister?

She wouldn't give me any blood.

Well, sometimes people
aren't willing to go through--

That's why I need you
to test this.

Think you can tell me
her blood type from this?

- No. Mm, no. No, no, no, no.
- Please.

No boy should be raised
without his father.

Well, why didn't you touch it
to the card

and test it yourself?

Oh.

- Hey, you made it.
- Uh, here I am.

Oh, come on in.
Get comfortable.

I'll, uh--
I'll get that for you.

I'll check
that I didn't burn dinner.

- Okay.
- I'll get that.

Are your parents here?

Um, no.
They live in Gary.

- This is your place?
- Yeah.

Oh.

20?

- Dinner is served.
- I'm only 13.

What?

I'm only 13.

Is that, like, years old?

Uh, wow.
Um...

Uh, okay.
Cool.

I hope you like chicken.

Sure.
Who doesn't like chicken?

I bet chickens
don't like chicken.

Do you want
to watch thatStorage Wars?

- Uh, yeah, okay.
- Yeah.

Yeah, you know
what I'm talking about.

Oh, gosh, mama.
Three babies?

- I'm gonna burst.
- Oh, baby, you'll be fine.

Your hips gonna spread.

- Here.
- Thank you.

You gonna have to have
an abortion.

Wh-what?
Oh, hell, no.

I'm not aborting my baby.

- Our baby.
- That I'm carrying.

For us, so we have

the ultimate say
in what happens to it.

Well, it's my body,
and I'm not getting an abortion.

Mama, I can't feed four babies.
Does this look like an udder?

Hire a wet nurse.
You got money now with the bar.

Yeah, no.

The bar's not making
as much money as we thought.

What?

Kate showed me the positive-negative
columns in the books.

Positive side doesn't have
much written in it.

Kevin.

I'm sorry.
It's not my fault.

Then you are definitely having
an abortion, mother.

There's got to be
an all-night clinic.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, what?

- She wants me to abort my baby.
- Over my dead sperm.

You just said
we don't have any money.

V, to ask your mom to have an
abortion without consulting me,

are you crazy?
That's not right!

I could punch her
in the stomach.

V!

Kevin, we can't afford
four babies!

Then you should've thought
about that

before you made me sleep
with your husband!

Mama, we'll go broke!

I'm sorry, but the good lord
Jesus put this baby

inside my womb as a blessing
to offer his love and light.

And now you want me
to snuff it out just like that?

- No!
- Yes!

You call me when you come
to your senses, Veronica.

I'm sorry.
I'm conflicted.

You better get a ski mask
and a getaway car,

'cause that's the only way
we gonna be able

to afford four babies.

- Yo.
- Hey, what's up?

Hey, you just getting out?

Yeah, man.
Long day.

Okay, yeah.
You want-- you want to blaze up?

No, man, I'm sorry.

- I got to get home to the esposa.
- Okay.

If I miss the bus,
she's gonna kill me.

- All right, man.
- All right, see you.

Yeah.

Hey, were you telling me
the truth

about the windshield earlier?

You don't believe me?

- Should I?
- Of course.

Yeah, well, the police called,

like, right before you
got back to the office.

It was-- the logo on the car
kind of totally gave you away.

You knew?

Yeah, there's even
an iPhone video.

Ted in Accounting showed me
the YouTube.

What the hell?
You set me up!

I--

You're getting angry with me
because you lied?

No, I'm getting angry because
you tricked me into lying.

How did I trick you?
You did it all on your own.

Fine, I lied!
Okay?

I flipped the guy off,

and he smashed my window.
Are you happy?

Why would you lie about that?

Because it's what I do.
I'm a Gallagher!

Well, knock it off, Gallagher.

I can't believe you're making
such a big deal out of this.

I'm sorry, Fiona.

I can't be in a relationship
where there's lying.

Are you giving me an ultimatum?

Yes.

Well, I can't be in
a relationship with ultimatums.

So what do we do then?

Promise me
you aren't gonna lie.

- What if I mess up?
- Just admit it.

How do you know I won't
promise I'm not gonna lie,

but that's actually a lie?

Fiona,

I know you think I'm blowing
this out of proportion,

but it's my thing.

I like you.

I really like you,
but if you lie,

I'm gonna go crazy.

And we'll both be unhappy,

and the relationship will suck,

and I really don't want
this relationship to suck.

I promise I'll try not to lie.

Thank you.

Bye.

Debs?

Debs?

Who was that?

In case you're wondering,
your blood type is O positive,

which happens to be the same
as Frank's blood type.

How'd you find that out?

I've got my ways.

Now you can donate
part of your liver.

Are you high?

I am.
He's not.

Back up, back up!

No!
Oh, my God!

There's no way I'm going
under the knife for him.

He's dying!

- Why is that my problem?
- Because he's your father.

It's not like he was dealt
a bad hand, okay?

He drank through the liver
that he had, and he wrecked it.

And now he wants to wreck mine.

No.
No way.

I'm taking care of me
for a change, not him.

- I'm sorry, Carl.
- It's okay, son.

If Fiona won't do it,
I'll get my other daughter to.

Debbie's too young.

My oldest daughter, Samantha.

What?

3 times 3 is 9.

4 times 4 is 16.

5 times 5 is 25.

6 times 6--

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