All language subtitles for Shameless.US.S07E07.HDTV.x264-LOL

I've been in rehab, and I still
managed to watch Shameless.

What the fuck's your excuse?

I think I saw something...
Svetlana and her dad.

- That's crazy.
- Yvon is husband. Not father.

Where does the money go?

Utilities, making sure you have a home.

Ah, you found our emergency fund.

What are you doing? Wait a second.

We ripped off a bunch
of corporate crooks.

Turns out two wrongs do make a right.

- We're shut down.
- What, for good?

You, take care of Rocky.

He'll take care of me,
and he'll make sure

my baby won't ever get
taken away from me.

We're engaged.

You want my Laundromat?

I can go to the bank right
now, ask for a loan.

And where do I sign?

It's all yours.

I am a trans man.

- I'm a top.
- I am, too.

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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? ♪

Come on, let me just fuck
you just this one time.

You won't be disappointed.

You bring something?

Yeah, it's in my backpack.
You want me to get it?

Why bother when I could fuck you?

You won't be disappointed.

Oh, is that how I said it?

Yeah.

Keep doing that.

I was planning on it.

Yes, hi. Hi, is it ready?

No, I need that sign today.
You said that it would be ready.

Come on, buddy. I want
you to be there on time.

No, no rush charge.

You promised it'd be ready.
I'm gonna be there in an hour.

Hmm. I remember my first day
of elementary school.

I wore a brown dress with owls on it,

came with a matching backpack.

Monica helped me shoplift it
from Target.

I just wanted to feel like
a normal kid for one day.

And I got to say, I looked real pretty.

You're a big boy now.

Gonna learn all kinds of new things...

Math and spelling and science.

- I can walk myself.
- Uh, no.

It's only two blocks.

Right to school
and then right home, okay?

Okay.

Love you!

Are there any guns in the house?

- I have a water gun.
- Real guns, Lucas.

Are all the knives safely out of reach?

No. There's knives
in all of these drawers.

Oh, my God.

You're being a pain in the ass.

That's your injury talking, Neil.

- Morning.
- Hi, sis.

What's going on?

DCFS is coming to make sure
Debbie can keep Franny.

Which obviously I won't be able to,

with our cleaning supplies down here,

readily available for a
horrific infant death

of internal bleeding
and violent seizures.

"Our cleaning supplies"?

Half of them
don't even have caps.

I don't think
you're supposed to do that.

I need Lucas to sleep with you
from now on.

- What?
- Franny needs her own room

for the DCFS home study today.

- Franny's taking my room?
- That's what I just said.

Do I get it back?

We'll talk about it later,
sweetheart, okay?

- It's Neil's apartment.
- You're being a bitch, Debbie.

Go get dressed, Neil. I have a busy day.

I have to quit school, get married,

baby-proof the apartment,
and go to that stupid parenting class.

Go, get ready.

I like my room.

Yeah, me too.

Hey.

What's that face for, huh?

What, you need to get some food?

Thirsty? Pee? Poop?

All of the above?

Well, you can't stay
here forever, right?

I can barely take care of myself.

Hey, if you wanted to lick some more,

would you mind doing it
a little further south?

No?

All right.

Come. Come on.
Where are you going?

- Yo.
- Let's get this off.

- Hey, what up?
- Hey, this is Trevor.

My brother Lip and his little dog.

- Hey. Nice to meet you.
- How's it going?

You, uh, got rid of the
dude with the lady parts?

What was his name?

- Wow.
- Trevor.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- Wow.
- Oh, thanks.

It's just you would have never known.

- I mean, you... you look real.
- Oh, dude.

- You look real, too.
- I'm sorry.

I-I really didn't mean
anything by it. I just...

It's fine. This one's catching on.

Maybe he can, uh, educate you.

Right.

Well, we're gonna grab food.
We have the day off.

You want to come? Stick your
foot in your mouth some more?

I-I can't. I have to
clean off the schmutz

on about a thousand plates
at the diner, so...

Later.

Okay.

Huh.

This fucking line is taking forever.

Next.

Come on, Neil.

Hey, it's my turn. Sit.

What is it I can help you with,
Ms. Gallagher?

Is your schedule not up to your liking?

Gym class too early?

Don't have study hall
the same time as your friends?

I want to drop out of school.

Only have two years left.
Why not finish?

Then we can talk
about finding you a job...

Transit authority, post office,

streets and sanitation.

Keep your saving-my-soul speech
for one of the morons out there.

I'm on the verge
of losing custody of my child.

Just give me whatever paperwork
I need to fill out

so I can quit this shithole.

Are you at least gonna take the GED?

Why would I?

Most civil-service jobs require it.

So do trade schools,
home health care, the military,

even Walmart.

Well, what jobs can I get without it?

Sex worker.

Maybe nuclear waste disposal.

Besides, you don't want
your baby to think

her mom is a high-school dropout.

Can I get it done
before twelve o'clock today?

I've got to be at the courthouse.

We're getting married.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody home?

Hey.

Hey!

- Morning, Etta.
- Hey, Fiona.

Got a pot of coffee on in the back.

That's great. Hey, I cut
out my blue hair...

Trying to look more professional.

- You like it?
- You had blue hair?

Huh.

Boy, these people are ridiculous.

Why is that?

Well, they... they say
they can't find a man.

And of course not. Look at them.

They're dressed like whores.

What do you think?
Two loads for the price of one.

Oh, not bad.

Hard to make money when you're
giving loads away, though.

Yeah, but I got to get
more customers in.

Yeah.

- Do you work here?
- Yeah. The owner.

That machine over there is leaking.

- Really?
- I almost slipped.

Hey, Etta, is this leak new?

Happens sometimes.

Just turn off the valve and call Vlad.

It's behind the machine.

Who's Vlad?

An appliance guy.
His number's on the board.

Etta, I think your mail fell down here.

Oh, it's all junk anyway.

Really? 'Cause this looks like,
uh, a box of unopened checks

and a credit card you haven't activated.

Wendell handles all that stuff.

Etta, this is the check that I gave you

to buy the Laundromat.

Oh?

You have to deposit it.

Okay.

Uh, put it up on the
corkboard to remind me.

If I can't live in my own house,

then neither can you ingrates.

I had options of who I
could bring here with me.

I hand-selected all of you

and asked nothing in return

except for love and gratitude.

This is the thanks I get.

You tossed me out a window.

Frank?

Get out of here, son.
You don't want to see this.

School's closed.

What? Some kind of
school shooting or something?

Don't know.

I told you before, school is for losers.

I want to learn stuff.

Well, what do you want me
to do about it?

Help me.

- You need me?
- Mm-hmm.

Aw. Oh, son.

I...

Shit, we better scram.

Sounds like the shower's still on.

That dude covets my second wife,

and now he's coveting my hot water.

I'm glad the truth is finally out.

Now we can be done with him.

Why didn't you tell us sooner?
We're family.

We could have figured it out together.

He threatened to cut off
every other finger

on all of our hands if I told you.

Gosh, shit.

- Water shut off.
- Go.

Act natural.

What's natural about that?

I'm gonna pretend
to put away clean plates.

Shh. Shut up. He's coming.

Yo, Yvon, what's up, brother?

I'm just putting away some clean plates.

He doesn't even understand English.

You know, he can kind
of act sweet sometimes.

He wants me to go
upstairs and to fuck him.

Oh, Jesus. I take it back.

- You... you can't go up there.
- I'm not going to.

What are you going to tell him?

Nothing. We are leaving. Let's go.

- What? Where?
- We go to Alibi.

We'll take it from there. Okay.

Wait. We're going to leave
an angry Russian with a hard-on

upstairs in our bedroom?

- How's your food?
- It's good. How's yours?

Pretty good. I like this place.

Mm. My, uh, my muffin top is delicious.

You want the bottom half?

You did not order a muffin
just to make that joke.

Maybe.

You're a fucking punk.

Thank you.

- This morning was fun.
- Yeah.

Might be nice to have
a little variety sometime.

Instead of just jacking
each other off, you mean?

- You ever get fucked?
- No.

Not even before you transitioned?

- No. How about you?
- Mm-mm.

- Why not?
- Just never really a question.

All the guys that I was with
just wanted me to do it to them,

'cause I'm so good.

You ever thought
about switching it up...

Being a little bit more sex-positive?

Um, what's sex-positive, again?

All sex is good sex
as long as it's consensual.

Oh, like me fucking you.

- You're relentless.
- Uh-huh.

If we had clear boundaries,

and I knew that you weren't assuming

that just because I'm the trans guy,

I get fucked...

I'd consider it.

Yeah?

Okay, then...

I would, too.

Cool.

I told Wendell he needed to service

these machines more often.

Can you fix the leak?

I'll change the hoses and washers.

Should last you a couple of months,

but it's just a band-aid fix.

Real problem is the pump.

- How much?
- Machine is an antique.

I don't have the parts for it anymore.

Better off just to buy a new one.

Jesus. What's that cost?

Like, 500 bucks?

For your home maybe.

These are commercial.

You're looking at three grand each.

- Are you serious?
- That's the low end.

You want me to check out
the rest of the machines?

Yes, thank you.

Just stay out there with Franny, Neil.

- Fiona?
- What, Debs?

I quit school. I need you to
come down to the courthouse

with me now so I can get married.

Whoa, whoa, what?
What are you talking about?

I will explain on the way.
Come on, we got to go.

Okay, you quit school?

The counselor said it was fine.

He suggest I take the GED. Come on.

We got to be at the courthouse
in 45 minutes.

The GED test is hard.

I already took it this morning.

You got to study for it.
I-I worked on mine for months.

- I passed.
- You did?

Yeah, it was easy.
I only got two questions wrong.

Come on, we got to go now.

- Hear that noise?
- Yeah.

Drive belt needs to be replaced.

You said it was okay that I got married.

Yes. Not right this second.

Tub dampening straps are shot.

Well, they won't let me get married

without you there, Fiona.

I-I'm busy right now.

We can make an appointment,
we can go next week.

DCFS is coming for a home visit tonight.

Gonna have to replace
most of these machines

in the next few years.

I suggest starting on a couple
of them right now.

Six thousand, four hundred bucks?

I gave you a break on the labor.

The man's a thief. Nothing wrong
with these machines.

It'll only take 15 minutes,
Fiona, then you can come back...

Not everything is about you, Debbie!

No, everything is about Franny, Fiona.

God!

Uh, I smell gas
by the meter in the back.

You need to call the gas company.

They'll send somebody right over.

Say good-bye to your Aunt Fiona, Franny.

Could be the last time
you see her before DCFS comes

and rips you from
your mother's loving arms

and sends you to live
with some foster family

of pedophiles and meth heads.

And you are not ADA compliant, Fiona,

so get a handicap ramp out here.

The disabled have dirty clothes, too.

Got your hands full there, huh?

Bye, Etta.

Holy shit.

Place is a ghost town.

I think someone's in there.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

What's going on?

They sent out letters letting folks know

- the school was closed.
- Why?

Not enough kids to keep the place open.

Since when?

Since the new private school opened up.

Bourgie parents sending
their kids over there now.

A private school in this neighborhood?

A lot of new money
moving into the Yards.

Bunch of Richie Riches.

Where's my son supposed to go?

Oh, they're bussing kids over
to Lincoln Douglas Elementary.

That's a 30-minute bus ride.

- Not counting the stops.
- Probably overcrowded.

Forty kids to a class, I hear.

So this private school, where is it?

Took over the Blessed Virgin
from the Dioceses.

The B... I went there.
The archbishop sold it?

What happened to the nuns?

Ah, they shipped them off
to assisted living.

They were all a couple
of hundred years old.

Not enough poor kids in the neighborhood

to keep the doors open.

Fifty-two's up.

Incoming.

Saw on the
schedule we have off tonight.

Yeah?

Want to do something silly and stupid?

Sure. What?

Don't care...

as long as I can wear sweatpants
and no makeup

and not have to deal with assholes.

Except for one.

What did Debs do?

Took over Lucas's room for Franny.

What'd she do that for?

Child Services. I should move anyway.

Debbie's taking care of Neil now.

Lip, some old dude's out there
looking for you.

Yeah?

Your boyfriend?

I told him not to bug me at work.

Yo.

Rubber looks good on you.

Ah, that's what, uh, half a
college education will get you.

- College?
- Yeah, I was expelled.

I, uh, smashed my professor's car.

That would be me.

And you're still talking to him?

I'm a glutton for punishment.

The provost granted your appeal request.

I didn't make an appeal request.

Yeah. You're too stubborn
to admit your mistakes,

so I did it for you.

- Congrats.
- Nice going, Teach.

And you did that because?

You made good on your rehab stint.

Oh, so you just took it upon yourself?

You're welcome.

Thanks, but I'm not going back.

At least go to the hearing.

Bring a couple character witnesses.

There must be someone
who thinks you're worth saving.

Nah. I doubt it.

Then let the appeal board
expunge your record,

in case you change your mind
and want to apply

to college in the future.

I'm not gonna change my mind.

Either way, a clear record
would be a good thing.

Don't be a douche bag. Just do it.

- What do you have to lose?
- Yeah, what she said.

All right, I'm cashing out
and going home.

Want to come by whenever you're done?

Yeah. Is it cool if I, uh, wear this?

As long as you wear nothing else.

Bye, Teach.

I'd go into cardiac arrest
if I worked here.

So...

you gonna go to the hearing?

I'll get you a piece of pie.
We'll call it even.

What if I talk to him,
reason with him, man-to-man?

In what language, Kev?

Oh, shit, you're right.

We can call the INS.

Will you please stop reorganizing?

I need to keep busy when I'm nervous.

We can't call INS
because they will find out

we're not really married.

- Oh, right.
- You are married.

V and I aren't married.

Svet and I aren't married if
she's already married to Yvon.

Wait a minute... when you divorced
Mickey to marry V,

you weren't even
really married to Mickey?

Correct.

So you never really got a divorce?

Correct.

So they only two people that are
married is Svetlana and Yvon?

Yes, Kev. We all understand
what's going on.

- I kind of don't.
- Don't snap at me.

I'm just trying to get
this straight in my head.

What difference does it make
who's married to who?

We need to figure out
how to get rid of Yvon.

That's what I've been trying
to do all morning.

And what have you come up with?

What have you come up with?

- I asked you first.
- I asked you second.

He's gonna walk through
that door any minute

and do God knows what to us

because she didn't
get his rocks off this morning.

Enough! Stop fighting!

I'm sorry I have caused this.
This is my problem.

I will take care of it.

It's crazy how realistic it looks.

I don't know why we're shopping
for a new cock

when I have a bunch at my place.

'Cause I don't want a tired,
old, used-up cock in my ass.

Why? That's what I'm getting in my ass.

You wait, all right?

I never had an unsatisfied customer.

Neither have I.

You ever make someone cry before?

From pain or...?

No, from ecstasy.

Okay, you are really
building yourself up.

Oh, perfect.

Oh, so you're going
for something smaller

than the ones I have or...?

What have they done to my school?

Oh, my...

Whoa.

Oh, cool.

Chickens.

Go play with them, son.

Excuse me. Hey.

Why aren't you going to public school?

Afraid of being exposed to regular kids?

- I'm sorry?
- Is it because my son is poor?

Or black?

Children, let's go inside.

The public-school system is being gutted

by you sending your kid to this
expensive private school.

- Please, sir.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You'll pay taxes
to support public schools...

Don't listen to him. Let's go.

But God forbid you or your husband,

or your wife, would actually
send your child to one.

Sir, this is private property.
You need to leave.

This is just the 21st-century
version of segregation.

- I'm gonna call the police.
- I'm leaving.

Come on, Liam.

Liam, let's go.

Can I have a chicken?

No, you can't have a chicken.

And do you know why?

Because these people

don't want you to ever have a chicken.

In fact, they've spent
thousands of dollars a year

so that they can buy up all the chickens

in the whole world to guarantee

that you will never, ever
get a chicken ever

in your whole entire life.

Etta, Etta, don't eat the cat food.

Don't boss me around, Sandy.

You aren't Fiona?

No, I am. Sandy's her sister.

Died years ago.

How's my gas line?

We have a way of detecting gas leaks.

Come with me.

Oh, God. Can you fix it?

We do repairs from the meter
out to the street.

Anything this side of the meter
is your responsibility.

- Got to get a plumber out here.
- Okay.

Give me a call when it's fixed,

and I'll come turn your gas back on.

You're turning off my gas?

That's a level-four leak.

Lucky the building hasn't blown.

Etta, you didn't smell the gas?

Gas?

I assume the plumber's card
is somewhere up here.

Etta, stop.

Etta, I'll get you a sandwich.

Welcome to the parent
re-education class.

It's really nice to see
some familiar faces

as well as some new ones.

So let's go around and talk
about why we're each here

and maybe see if there are
any corrective measures

we could have taken.

Remember that everything you say
in here is confidential.

It stays within these walls.

Gina, you go first.

Yeah, well, most of you guys
know I had to take these classes

'cause some nosey bitch
called the po-po on me

because I had Evan in the car
sleeping while I was at work.

And what could you
have done differently?

Shit, I don't know.
Roll the window down some more.

Find someone
to watch Evan maybe.

That costs money.

What's the point of going
to work, then, right?

We'll discuss alternative
child-care options

over the next couple of weeks.
Who's next?

Shit. Fuck it, I'll go.

My health-care worker came by
on a surprise home check.

I had a couple of needles
laying around and my kit.

So he fucking makes me come here. Shit.

And what would you do
differently in the future?

Don't let him in my
fucking apartment, right?

Fucking knock, I say I ain't home.

Do you really think
that having needles

and a hype kit around
is in your son's best interest.

He wasn't even there.
He was at my mom's house, right?

DCFS is on your side, everyone.

They want you to keep your kids.

But they have a no-tolerance
policy for drugs.

So this is something
we're going to have to work on.

Who's next?

- I'll go.
- Great.

Don't really know why I'm here.

It's my deadbeat daddy's bitch
sister-in-law Tanya's fault.

She's the miserable cunt
who took pictures of me

when I was beating up
a homeless lady on the street

while trying to panhandle

to make money to support my daughter.

Okay, and what other
choices could you have made?

Should have just beat the shit
out of Tanya

if I'd seen her taking pictures.

Then I wouldn't have to be here
with my fiancé wasting my time.

This where I'm gonna go to school now?

Afraid so.

This where I'm gonna learn
math, science, and spelling?

- Probably not.
- Oh.

Okay, off you go.

Have a good day.

Hey, you new?

Come here. What's in the bag?

Yo, yo, let me see that.

- Give me your bag.
- Give me that.

- Jack it.
- Let me see it.

What is that?

Okay.

Pineapple for Yevgeny.

Good boy.

Pineapple for Gemma.

Yum.

I'm back.

Damn. What... what happened
to your face?

Mission accomplished. Yvon is gone.

We are thrupple again.

- What?
- Gone? How gone?

He's no longer in our lives.

What did you say to him?

- How did he take it?
- This is immaterial.

We move forward now.

Ah!

You got to give us more than that.

Ah, he causes divide between us.

I get rid of divide.

Thank you for taking that down.
That was creeping me out.

Yeah, that's way less creepy.

I got rid of him.
We are back to normal now.

I'm not sure if you guys
were ever normal.

Got rid of, like, packed his bags,

or got rid of, like, shot him
and dumped him in the river?

What don't you understand?

Well, for starters, where his body is.

Eh, you know, we go
round and round in circles.

It gets us nowhere.

I'm going to go into the back
and do inventory.

I'm glad we're back to normal, yeah?

- Hi.
- Hey.

- I'm ready.
- Oh, you look good.

Hey, Debs. Neil.

Lucas, come say good-bye to me.

Bye, mama.

Hey, you be good for Daddy, okay?

We're gonna have some fun today,
right, sport?

Uh-huh.

I told you no drug addicts around here.

I'm in recovery.

He's taking Lucas to his place.

- Good.
- Charlie.

- Lip.
- You have his toothbrush?

And his underpants, change of clothes,

and his recorder for music class.

Don't let him watch news
or anything scary on TV.

- He gets nightmares.
- I know. I remember.

Don't worry.

All right, baby.

You're gonna go sleep at Daddy's.

He's gonna take you
to school in the morning,

and I'm gonna pick you up.

Okay.

All right, let's go, champ. Come on.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Debs.

I'm looking for Deborah Gallagher.

Yes, hello. That would be me.

- Yolanda Goldberg from DCFS.
- Please come in.

- They were just leaving.
- Yeah.

I would like to introduce you
to my fiancé, Neil.

Hi.

And our baby girl, Francis Gallagher.

Beautiful.

Be gentle.

It is what it is, lady.

Eighteen hundred dollars for a gas leak?

And I'm going to need payment
up front to start.

Uh, do you take a check?

Cash, and I'll knock 100 bucks off.

Uh, can you give me a little
time to go get the money?

Sure. I'll go get the tools.

Job's gonna take a few hours anyway.

Silas Turner? Silas Turner?

Excuse me. You're being selfish.

Did you know that? Did you?

Amber or Keaton or Jordan
or... or Benadryl

or whatever the hell your name is.

Okay, who's next?

Do you feel good about yourselves?

Going to this high and mighty
all-white private school

while leaving my little brown
boy Liam out in the cold?

If you little sperm mishaps
had any kind of heart at all...

Alison's next.

You would quit this hoity-toity cesspool

of an academic environment

and demand that
Booker Davis Elementary reopen!

- Abigail.
- And tell your parents

you don't want to go
to this fancy school.

Use whatever excuse you got.

You got bullied by a kid.
A teacher diddled you.

You can't breathe with
the asbestos in the ceiling

is making you cough.

- Excuse me, sir?
- What?

Anne Seery, head of the school.

I know, it's private property.
I'm leaving.

I was actually going to invite
you into my office for tea

and some imported
Guatemalan dark chocolates.

Seriously?

Pipes are cleaned out.

Nice touch with the candles.

And what do you think about this?

Aw, fuck.

Aw, shit. Is this gonna hurt?

Um, let's talk boundaries, yeah?

My boundary is don't stick it in my ass.

Um, what's our safe word
if we want to stop?

"Ow, motherfucker."

Okay, come on.

Uh...

"octopus."

Okay. Why octopus?

It's the first thing I thought of.

It's not like we're gonna say
"octopus" in any other context.

Oh, that's actually a good point.

Um...

who is going first?

Flip for it.

Yeah. Um...

heads or tails?

- Heads, of course.
- All right.

Yeah.

- Oh, fuck me.
- Okay.

Smoke some weed first?

You got it.

So you want to... Or should I?

Ah, you're down to one.

Yeah, but he's, like,
the toughest one out of...

- What?
- Oh, my gosh.

- Sorry.
- Checking your phone?

I'm just making sure
everything's okay. Ha!

- Take that bitch.
- You blew my head off.

Sh...

If you're so nervous,
why'd you let him take Lucas?

Hmm, got to have a relationship
with his dad, right?

My mother kept me away from mine.

I don't want to do
the same thing to Lucas.

Oh! You can't run from me.

I can't win.

What... How...

- Shit.
- I am the warrior.

You are. Look at that.

Fuck, I'm miserable.

Hey, can we get another pitcher of beer?

Sure.

Can I get a glass of water, please?

- Okay.
- Thanks.

You're smart to hydrate.

I prefer to be dehydrated
and hungover in the morning.

Well, I kind of have to stay sober-ish.

Why? You driving heavy machinery
later tonight?

If your vagina is heavy
machinery, then, yeah, I am.

So do you have a drinking problem?

Uh, no.

I just had a couple wild nights
back in college, so...

Sounds like you could go back
if you go to that hearing thing.

Eh...

You know, people would kill
to go to college,

and you're just like, "Eh..."

College isn't the end-all, be-all.

Might feel different
if you're still washing dishes

in three years.

Maybe.

So you think Debbie's
going to kick you out?

Probably. I mean, it's Neil's apartment.

He bought it with his settlement money.

It's not big enough for the five of us.

Thank you.

Call and check in.

I'm sure Charlie will let me
know if anything's wrong.

Want to play another game
so I can whup your ass again?

You talk a lot of smack,
but, yeah, sure.

- How about this guy?
- Yes.

All right.

- Ready...
- Set...

- Go!
- No! No!

Hey, Diego, that owner chick
loves the mushroom burger.

Wants more aioli pimento sauce.

Except she referred to it
as "the red shit."

- Margo?
- Yeah.

I'll take it to her.

- Here you go.
- Mmm. Thanks.

Oh, hey.

Mushroom burger's pretty good, huh?

Uh-huh.

Place looks like it's doing okay.

Yeah, people seem
to really like the new menu.

Mmm.

Can I ask you something,
or are you too busy?

Ho... how did you get where you are?

Just dumb luck.

I bought a-a small business,

and, uh, it's costing way more
than I thought it would,

and if you have any tips
for first-time owners...?

- Yeah, don't do it.
- What?

99% of the people who ask for my advice

don't have a clue what it takes.

They don't have the balls.

They fantasize about skydiving,
but they never get on the plane.

And if they do,
they're too scared to jump.

But don't feel bad.
Most people are pussies.

Costs a lot of money to make money.

And it's a hell of a lot easier
just to be an employee

for the rest of their lives.

Less stress.

Hi. Old lady went upstairs.
You get the cash?

No. You can ask her for it.

- What?
- She owns the place.

I recognize this room.
You see this scar?

Got hit with a ruler
by Monsignor Reynolds

for talking out of turn in class.

I can do one better.

This is from Sister Agnes
over at St. Paul's

because my skirt was too short
in the fourth grade.

That's a handsome battle wound.

Hope you learned your lesson.

Made it shorter the next day.

I like your spirit.

And your patellas aren't so bad either.

So what are we gonna do
about you trespassing

and accosting my children?

What are we gonna do about you
destroying public education?

We're not destroying it.

We're creating better choices
for families and their children.

White children.

We are open to all children
of all races.

Lot of diversity in this brochure.

I didn't seen any of these rainbow kids

out on the playground.

What would you say if I offered Liam

a place here at Hopkins Academy?

I'd say I'm about 20K short

of the 20K this place costs.

27K.

Perhaps I'm not making myself clear.

We'd be picking up the cost
of his education.

Oh.

I don't think that went well.

It went great.

- Franny wouldn't stop crying.
- She's a baby.

The DCFS lady was taking notes.

That's what they do.

Why didn't they tell me at
the end that I could keep her?

She has to write her report.
She told you that.

I don't know.
I have a bad feeling about this.

You're a great mother. It'll be fine.

- You're telling the truth, huh?
- Yeah.

Guess that's the good thing

about being with someone who can't lie.

I love you, Debbie.

I love you, too.

You do?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Stop.

Kev, Svetlana's up there waiting for us.

What do we do?

I don't know. You think she killed him?

No, I don't think she killed him.

I meant what are we gonna do
about having sex with her?

- Do we do it?
- Sure, why not?

There are only five knives here.

Even after she lied about Yvon?

She apologized.
I thought we had six knives.

Why are you thinking
about our knives right now?

Because maybe she used one
of them to kill Yvon.

- You're talking crazy.
- Am I? I don't know.

I think this knife has blood on it.

Kevin, focus. I don't think that I trust

Svetlana anymore to have sex with her.

What does trust have to do
with having sex?

Do you think she lied
about other things, too?

Like what?

Maybe she really isn't Russian.

- Oh, now you're talking crazy.
- Am I?

She lied about her husband
being her father.

Maybe Yevgeny is really her nephew.

Oh, don't even fuck with me with this.

I-I can't keep all this shit straight.

I'm just saying, I don't know
who she is anymore.

So what do you want to do?

You want to go back
to being a couple again?

What about the bar? The kids?

Our relationship?

I don't know, V.

You tell me what to do, I'll do it.

Have we always had a box
of rat poison in here?

I'm waiting for you.

Oh, shit. We got to go up and do this.

Where's my plastic tarp and duct tape?

Come on, Kevin!

- This guy?
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, yes.
- Okay, all right.

- This is gonna be funny.
- What?

Just stop, stop.
You got to look straight,

- so they can swap our faces.
- I don't want to.

Okay, I'm typing in my email

- so they'll send us the photo.
- Okay.

- We get five photos.
- Mm-hmm.

Let's make a different face
for each one.

- Okay, what's your first?
- Smile.

Smile.

Now, uh, angry face.

- Okay. Fish face.
- Now what? Fish face?

Okay, I got an idea.

Okay. Oh, my God.

- Noelle?
- Okay.

What's going on?

Are you fucking serious?

I'll... I'll be right there.

- What's up?
- Charlie left Lucas

with his next-door neighbor an hour ago.

- We got to go.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You... you ready?

Yeah.

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.

Ow, ow, no. Oh.

Uh...

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Thanks for watching Lucas.

He said he had a quick errand to run,

never came back.

Noelle, let me give you some cash.

Please, stop, okay? I got to go... work.

Sorry.

He go on a bender?

I'm sure.

30 days sober... Bullshit.

Probably hasn't been 30 minutes sober.

I just...

Fuck!

I'm gonna go. Can you get home okay?

Yeah.

You know, the thing is...

is I'm a jackass for believing him,

'cause I knew he was lying.

But I wanted to play nicey-nice

so that he'd give me
the child support he owes me.

Pathetic, huh?

I don't want you to think
that I'm desperate for cash.

I probably will be when your
sister kicks me and Lucas

to the curb, but...

How's this for... for casual?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, you'll see me tomorrow

'cause I'm gonna be
waking up next to you.

Oh! Ohh!

Oh! Oh! Fuck!

Fuck!

I guess you got over your trust issues.

I'm glad I only have to focus
on two lovers.

Kev, you're next.

Oh.

- Oh, yeah.
- Oh! Yeah, that feels good.

- Mmm.
- Oh.

Hooray for being a thrupple again.

- What's the matter, Kev?
- Nothing. What?

That.

- I'm fine.
- No.

Your penis, it does not respond.

I cup your balls.

I stick my finger in your rectum.

I twist, and I stroke,
and I twist, and I stroke.

Nothing.

Just having a little trouble
concentrating.

Just keep thinking about Yvon.

Wait, you think of another man
when we make love?

Another man who was your husband,

who may or may not be dead.

What was the answer, again?

- Kev, we're moving past this.
- I know, I'm trying.

But when a woman cheats on a guy,

the only thing that guy can think about

is the other guy's cock,

and that's what I'm thinking
about, Yvon's cock.

- Then stop thinking about it.
- I'm trying!

But I can't, 'cause when I stop
trying to think

about Yvon's cock,
I think about it more.

And when I think about it more,

I think about whether it's dead or not.

- What?
- Yeah, like a ghost cock.

- You make no sense.
- Really?

'Cause I think I make perfect sense.

I got two beautiful women in my bed,

and the only thing I can think about

is Yvon's ghost cock.

Ghost cock! Ghost cock! Ghost cock!

Kevin, we get it!

You're losing your shit, Kev.

Yeah, I know I am.

But I'm the one
Yvon's ghost cock is staring at.

And it's laughing.

I'm out of here.

I'm gonna sleep downstairs on the couch.

Hey.

- Hmm?
- Good morning.

When did you put your ass out?

You don't remember that?

You were right there the whole time.

You don't remember?

Does testosterone
make you grow a prostate?

I, uh...

I think you hit my G-spot.

Damn, we were good.

Look at that.

My son's going to private school.

You're a good dad.

Next, please.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Um, I'd like to, um, deposit a check.

It's gonna go into this
account... Etta Teasdale.

I bought a Laundromat.

I'm an owner.

And when dinnertime comes,

you grab little free-range
Lucky here by the neck,

and you swing him around.

You break his neck.
And then you cut off his head.

You bleed him out.
It's the circle of life.

Okay, let me demonstrate.