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I'm dealing with the terrible twos

and you can't even get
your shit together enough

to remembered what happened last week?

It's really fuckin' sad.

Looks more like a crack pipe burn.

Switch hands every now and then.

Or better yet, lay off the crack.

She took on a bouncer at The Three Aces.

No shit, that Samoan could
do some serious damage.

No, knucklehead, Eddie
fucked up the bouncer.

I'd rather do something with you
that doesn't involve talking.

Sorry, I am busy trying
to help at-risk youth.

You're the one that got
us into this shit, Frank.

And it's Francis now.
I no longer resonate

with the hard K.

I found them. This is huge.

These are your ancestors.

They abandoned me.

So they're terrible people, right?

Bart, is that you?

My God, it's Bart.

I'm Bart from Kentucky.

Bart, are you there?

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Charge the fort.

Charge the fort.

Whoa, hey, buddy.

- What you got there?
- Action figures.

Another stiffy?

Yeah.

Look, why don't you go
get ready for school?

Be down in a sec.

Hey, c-close the door behind you.

Thanks, bud.

Hey, landlady,

look what we woke up to this morning.

How the fuck does that even happen?

Will handle ASAP.

You guys live up the street, right?

- Depends on who's asking.
- I'm Lula, I run

the neighborhood watch program.

The neighborhood what?

Several houses in the area
have been broken into.

We're asking everyone to stay alert.

They took Miss Fenderson's
ventilation machine

two nights ago and last
night was Mr. Wilson

- across the street.
- The Desert Storm guy?

They took his Purple
Heart and Silver Star

from his mantle and his TV.

Messing with a veteran
is a serious violation

of everything we hold dear as Americans.

What intel do you have
of the perpetrators?

He means we'll take a flyer
and keep an eye out.

Thank you.

Hey.

- Debbie.
- Neil kicked me out so he can

live with that conniving
physical therapy slut Lakisha,

so I'm moving back in,
and I don't want to hear

your mouth or anyone else's about it

because I am not asking for permission.

I'm a Gallagher and I can
live here any time I please

until I'm back on my feet.

And I don't wanna talk about
how much it's going to cost

because I'm going to pay my fair share.

I was just gonna say hi.

Grab your blow torch.

My grown-ass druggie tenant

got his head stuck in a fence.

- Okay. You paying?
- Yeah, same shit money

- as usual.
- Okay, but as soon as

I pass my welding certification final,

my fee goes up to not shit money.

- Done.
- So...

Hey.

I was hoping I might be able
to catch you for a sec.

Let's go, Debs.

Liam, how many times have I
told you not to answer the door

for douche bags?

That didn't go so well, did it?

I can't believe I'm about to
meet my real life family.

Didn't know I had any relatives.

How am I supposed to
greet them? Do we hug?

Kiss on the cheek? I don't
wanna get it wrong.

All of my family reunions
start with my aunts

blaming each other for who
fucked up the potato salad.

Wow, look at all the birds.

It's all so green.

It's the land of my people.

Looks like one of those movies

where the black folks die first.

Bart!

Little Barty, is that you?

Shit. That's me.

I'm Barty.

Aww.

Look at you.

Grown and healthy.

Hey.

You got all your molars.

Hee!

This is my wife, Veronica.

You can call me V.

Just like your brothers.
Love the dark meat.

Must be in the blood.

I am your Aunt Ronnie.

Sugar plum.!

And would you look at these
little chocolate pies?

Let's take 'em to meet Uncle Travis.

He just finished skinning up a coon.

Trav!

It's Bart and his beauty.

Welcome home.

- You mean raccoon.
- Y'all better get inside

before you burn up.

- Come on, little one.
- Come on, girls.

Violating a veteran of the Armed Forces

requires an immediate show
of counterinsurgency.

Shock and awe for those bitches.

Don't ask.

Fuck's a neighborhood watch?

A club of George
Zimmerman-type of pussies

who aren't trained for military action.

I think it's a group
version of not minding

your own business.

Fiona's gonna be pissy.

Why, what'd you do?

Let Sean in.

- What? Sean-Sean?
- He was here?

- Yep, then he left.
- Fiona's gonna kill him.

Sun salutations, fruits of my loins.

Am I hearing correctly?

The Sean has returned?

- Yep.
- This is a test

of our family's spiritual growth.

I forgive him and wish him
peace on his journey.

How much longer are we
gonna be putting up

with St. Francis of the Southside?

Permanent life change is
a daily practice, Lip.

I've just entered my symbolic 30s

and they require a new
sense of maturity.

What happened to your symbolic 20s?

We grow up fast in the
age of enlightenment.

That's great, so Frank's
in his early 30s

and I'm back in puberty.

I'm getting a boner every morning

- and having to whack off.
- You're not getting laid?

No, it's part of the rules of sobriety.

You know, I'm supposed to
stay away from relationships

- for a while.
- Ooh, beware of rules, son.

Real change happens when you
reset your internal clock.

Thanks for the fatherly advice.

Your 30s are all about
becoming a stand-up man.

And learning to embrace fatherhood.

Too bad you're out of kids to screw up.

That's so not true. I've still got Liam.

He's the only Gallagher
who hasn't been ruined

by that whirlwind known as Monica.

And I'm going to parent him
the way I should've been

parenting all along, right, son?

Let's get you to school on time.

The first step in good parenting...

Punctuality.

Let's go.

Bastard just shows up out of nowhere?

Lookin' like a million bucks.

Nice haircut.

Musta gotten clean.

Maybe he wants me to know he got clean?

Who cares what he wants, Fiona?

He's another Frank.

What?

The hell are you?

The one who freed your
drug-addled head, moron.

You're welcome.

I'm adding her welding fee to your rent.

You need lights back here.

It's unsafe.

Coulda happened to anybody.

Yeah, anyone on heroin.

And pick up your needles.

I don't wanna see this
shit around here anymore.

Not mine.

Well, then whose is it?

Plenty of users around here.

I gotta get Franny to Celia's.

It takes a village, being a single mom.

All right. Here.

- Whoo.
- Thanks for letting me

bitch about Sean.

You don't need him, Fiona.

You're a strong, independent
woman, just like me.

- Come on, Franny.
- Come on.

You need some help with any of that?

Independent!

A fella doesn't get too many
chances to get it right.

And I've blown it five times.

You're sort of my bonus round, son.

So I want you to tell me, what can I do

to be a better father?

I don't know.

Well, what do your classmates'
parents do for them?

Something called a trust fund.

I'm afraid I smoked that one up already.

Hey, Liam, what's up?

Hey, Liam, my family's taking
a trip to Cabo next weekend.

- Wanna come with us?
- Gotta check my schedule.

Let's go.

- Whoa.
- Damn it.

Someone needs to fix this sidewalk.

Need some help?

It's my Atwoods. This is unbelievable.

May I?

A working man never leaves
home without his tools.

You're Liam's dad?

- Francis.
- Cynthia.

My son cannot stop talking about Liam.

It's nice to see a financial aid
student fitting in so well.

- You must be relieved.
- Hopeful's more like it.

He's the last good chip I've got.

Just trying not to crap out.

That might do it.

At least get you to a store.

- Allow me.
- Okay.

Thank you, Francis.

Could use more dads like
you at this school.

Hope to see you around a lot more.

I got two hours of sleep.

Cami had a premature labor scare.

Ooh. Sounds rough.

Not as rough as running

to five different 7-Elevens
to find Cami Ho Hos

- at 4:00 a.m.
- Got the last of the

glazed, powdered, and
chocolate batch for you guys.

All right, thanks.

Let me know when you need
to be topped off again.

Thank you.

Bad idea.

I can't even get laid in my dreams.

If you gotta, then try no-strings sex.

But you gotta be up
front with the women.

Tell 'em you're in recovery and
you can't do a relationship.

Shit.

Cami's got more contractions.

Hope it's not another false alarm.

All right, good luck, man.

Thanks.

Mr. Wilson. Carl Gallagher,
sir. I live up the street.

C Company at Millberry Military Academy.

I understand you were
the victim of a robbery

and I just wanted to let
you know, as a fellow

man in uniform, I'ma do
everything in my power

to find that son of a bitch

and show him that nobody fucks with

a vet on my watch.

I'ma get you your medals back, sir.

Hoorah.

Hey, Nessa, what's up?

Bahir is here to move in.

Says you're supposed to
meet him with the keys.

Fuck, he's early.

All right. Tell him I'm on my way.

No prob. We'll just stare at
each other till you get here.

Sorry about earlier.

Didn't mean to show up out of the blue.

I just wanted to catch you for a minute.

- Fuck off.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Look, I-I know I don't
deserve your time.

I just really wanna talk.

I'm gonna text you the
motel I'm staying at.

It's got a restaurant right next to it.

Maybe you could meet me there later?

Is everything good out here?

I'm fine.

You're un-fucking-believable.

Mr. Gallagher, if you're
worried about Liam,

rest assured he's doing great.

He even made our cover.

I can't think of a
better use of tokenism

than to promote diversity.

We're getting a new student today.

Liam will have someone
from his own environment

- to connect with.
- That's fantastic.

But I was hoping there was
something I could do to help.

You're seeking more involvement?

I see the way these other
kids talk about their dads.

Going fishing, family vacations.

They're the twinkle in
their children's eye.

When my son looks at me,

I wanna see that same twinkle.

And not from being stoned.

That's more of a glaze.

We don't have enough fathers on our PTA.

Great way to promote
parental involvement.

Sign me up.

And pimp my ass.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You two will sleep in your
sister Bambi's old room.

Still got some of your
baby stuff in here, too.

You probably don't remember.

- Is that...?
- Yep.

Binky.

What's a Binky?

I remember this.

I used to sleep with
it in the fireplace.

You used to love crawling
under the chimney.

So we'd put some blankets around
you and let you sleep there.

I'll leave you to relax before supper.

Uncle Trav's cleaning a couple catfish

he caught noodling yesterday.

You okay, babe?

They kept my Binky.

Suddenly, I feel like sucking
my thumb and taking a nap.

- I'm gonna lie down.
- Okay.

Brenan and Dorian are
team captains today.

Brenan, you're up.

Liam.

That was gonna be my pick!

Pardon the interruption.

We have a new student that
will be joining your class.

This is De'Andre.

Class, let's welcome
De'Andre to our family.

I pick him.

- Can I change my pick?
- No.

Your morning crew always
cleans us out of donut

and peach cobblers.

You guys foodies or what?

It's helping us stay sober.

You know, eating the calories
instead of drinking them.

Hey, um...

you wanna hang out later?

You mean, like, just the two of us?

Yeah, I mean, I'm not
supposed to get into

anything serious, 'cause of the
whole sobriety thing, but...

- maybe if you just wanna...
- Hook up?

Yeah.

Look...

I think you're crazy cute.

And I would love to jump your bones.

But Sierra's my girl.

- I just can't.
- Yeah, but we're friends now.

I mean, there's... there's
nothing between us.

It'd still be weird.

Hi, sorry, I thought
you were coming later.

Where's the truck? The
guys can pull around back.

I'm texting my guys now.

In the van outside.

I don't have any big
furniture, just my gear.

I showed him the illustrious backyard.

We went over safety precautions
with the back fence.

All right, this one is for the building.

You gotta jiggle it, 'cause it sticks.

This is for your apartment.

And this guy is to the mailbox.

I don't do snail mail.

- Welcome to the building.
- Hey.

This way, guys.

Wow, Jesus, that's a lot of electronics.

He could light up half
of the South Side.

Sean.

I need a fuckin' beer.

- Before noon? Nice.
- Yeah, it's been

that kind of day already.

Well, Mel's got some wine
coolers in the fridge.

- Much classier.
- I'm in.

Moved out of Neil's and
I'm living back home

until I get things together.

Fuckin' bitch, taking your man.

I wasn't in love.

It was a relationship of convenience.

$11.25.

At least now things are
cool with my ex's mom.

She's helping pay child care.

I was only in there for an hour.

- You went over $1.25.
- If you weren't so busy

gossiping, I would've
made it out earlier.

Write a complaint, honey.

Pay the full fee or get
a ticket in the mail.

Our cameras have your plates.

- They installed cameras?
- No.

Thanks, have a great day.

Franny's first steps!

She's at her grandmother's.

I should be there.

So, who's the reason for
this midday wine cooler?

My ex showed back up this morning.

Wants to have dinner with me tonight.

And how do we feel about
this... what's his name?

Sean.

I found out on our wedding day

that the junkie bastard was still using.

- You get married anyway?
- Fuck no.

God, the whole thing turned
into such a shit show.

He just took off.

I should hate him.

But I took one look at him this morning

and my heart starts racing again

and just... fuck, you know?

We looking for revenge here?

You gonna put on your sluttiest dress

and punish him with temptation?

Nah, I don't think I'm
gonna go. I got nothing

- to really say to him.
- Bullshit.

Every ex keeps a mental
journal of fuck yous.

You must have.

I just kinda went dead inside.

He's trying to work his way back in?

- You think?
- Yeah, fuck Sean.

Yeah, fuck Sean!

That feel good?

Actually felt kind of amazing.

So text him

and tell him you'll meet him.

- Really?
- Yeah, and then stand him up.

It's his turn to be left at the altar.

This is your pa after a
fight, God rest his soul.

His face is a little bloody
after beating Buddy Smith

within an inch of his life for calling

your grandma a whore.

We are true Kentuckians.
Stand up for family.

Wow. That... that's what I do.

I didn't know it was a Kentucky thing.

These are your brothers, Biff and Barry

after going deer hunting.

I got their first kill right
up there on the wall.

And that is your Uncle Travis

with one of his biggest catfish catches.

70 pound.

You use your arm as bait?

Used my fist and my arm.
Stick it in the hole,

catfish chomps down on it,

pull him out.

- Damn.
- Heh, hurts a little bit

but it's a hell of a lot of fun.

And that's your sister Bambi.

She used to think the camera
flash was a poltergeist.

And what about my mother?

She ran off, sweetie.

We never heard from her again.

About the same time we lost you.

Why did you leave me at the gas station?

It was an accident, Barty.

Your daddy went to pee

and he left you at the
double bubble machine

because you loved to watch
those little gumballs.

And... he thought that I grabbed you

and I thought that he grabbed you

and the car was full of kids

and didn't none of us know

till we drove ten hours
into the next state.

You'll see. Tomorrow,
when the whole family

comes over for the barbecue...
You never left our hearts.

Who's this?

That's Great Grandpa
Colonel Joe Petersman.

He was a decorated
raider in the Civil War.

Who're the two guys behind him?

Jessup and Harold.

Old members of the family.

Ian?

Geneva.

What are you doing here?

I didn't have anywhere else to go.

Think you can clean this up?

Shit.

Yeah. Come over here.

Wanna tell me how that happened?

I got stiffed for my fuckin' dope.

Dealer sliced me with a razor.

Don't think I can go
back out there tonight.

Jesus.

Hold still.

I ran out of there and
came straight here.

You said I could come to you

if I ever needed help.

Is that still cool?

Yeah.

Of course.

That guy still out
there looking for you?

So, in this dream, my entire house

is filled with all these
naked model types, right?

But every time I try to go
and touch some tits... poof.

You know, she disappears.

Sounds like my real life.

And I'm waking up with a boner so hard,

I mean, it could demo Soldier Field.

I wish you would. That
fuckin' space ship

stadium thing is God damn ugly.

All right, here's a
hot one. Name's Mimi.

- I'll swipe right, yeah.
- Yep.

Yo, pass me that T-Handle.

I just feel like I shouldn't
be jerking off this much.

I feel like I'm yanking off inches.

You know?

Here you go.

Check it out, I got a match.

I hope her tits don't disappear
when I try to touch 'em.

You gonna fix that bike or fuck it?

Jesus Christ, already.

That's good, now I'm gonna
dream about fuckin' a bike.

The scholarship fundraiser is tomorrow.

The cupcake samples were
delish, thanks to Beverly.

Kids seem to love them, and
so does Mr. Gallagher.

- Divine.
- No one has signed up

for the PTA car wash.

Apparently, none of the
dads wash their own cars.

I'll wash cars with my son Liam.

Best way to teach him the
value of hard labor.

That is a great idea.

I mean, we know most of these kids

- know nothing about hard labor.
- Yeah.

Neither do their fathers.

It's what's wrong with our country, now.

We fathers are off typing out emails

or executing sell orders for hedge funds

while we hire immigrants to
do our manual labor for us.

We don't teach our sons how
to work with their hands.

We're too busy to allow
ourselves to get dirty,

to show our boys how
to earn an honest buck

off the sweat of their brow.

When's the last time one
of us mowed our own lawn?

Or changed the oil in the
Buick? Or dug a ditch?

We are a generation of lost masculinity.

And we gotta start getting it back.

No matter if you're straight or gay.

And some of you look pretty gay.

No matter if you stick it in the front

or you stick it in the rear.

For the love of our sons, we've got to

stick it in there like a man.

Hunting season's open.

Come and get it, motherfucker.

I'm so proud of you for taking
your first steps, Franny.

I'm sorry I missed it.

I promise I'll be here
for everything else.

Just don't say any first
words or go potty

unless I'm here, okay?

I'm gonna be here for everything.

Good night, Franny.

I love you.

She's walking! She's walking!

Go, Franny!

Nobody's ever blown a fuse here before.

I-I'm not sure what happened.

A circuit breaker.
You're way underpowered.

Only 100 amps for the whole building.

Look, I-I've got a lot of equipment,

So you'll need to add more
or it's gonna keep blowing.

It's cool if you need to go.

No, no, I'm not going anywhere.

Um, so, is there somebody I should call?

Well, I'll get an electrician
over here tomorrow,

change out the breakers.

Utilities are included with the rent.

Yeah, that's why I'm renting here.

You sure you don't need to go?

No, no, I don't even know why
I keep looking at my phone.

The whole point of standing someone up

is that you stop giving a shit, right?

My ex is waiting for me
to show up at dinner,

but I'm not gonna chase him.

Plus, I have too much to do here anyway.

Well, we're pretty much done, so...

I'm just...

I wasn't gonna come.

I wasn't gonna blame you if you didn't.

- Need a menu?
- Just a sec.

What do you want?

Well, I had time to
figure out some things.

I feel like shit about
what I put you through.

You should.

I wasn't in a very good place.

I couldn't sleep for
weeks, you know that?

It wasn't easy for me to open
up and trust you and I did.

Well, I was an addict, Fiona.

An addict who promised
he was getting help.

And he wasn't.

Addicts are selfish assholes.

We don't care who we hurt.

I loved you.

Best as I could at the time,
but that wasn't good enough.

You deserved better.

Fuckin' right, I did.

I'm sober one year.

I wanna own up to what I did.

It was wrong.

What the hell is this?

It's money for the wedding.

I didn't know how much it cost,

- so I thought that...
- You're trying

- to buy your way back in?
- No.

You think you can just show up
and everything's gonna be okay?

Like you didn't drive a stake
through my fuckin' heart?

I know I can't make it right, but I-I...

I want you to know I'm really sorry.

You destroyed me.

I moved on with my life.

I made something of myself.

I'm glad that you're clean.

I'm glad you got your shit together now.

But you can't just show
up and apologize and...

expect us to suddenly be
back in a relationship.

- Fiona...
- I loved you,

asshole.

I mean, fuck, I...

I probably still do.

I mean, how am I ever
supposed to trust you again?

I-I...

I wouldn't even know where
to start... that's crazy.

Fiona, I wasn't suggesting
we get back together.

I-I got married.

You...

got what?

My wife and I, um,

came back so I could make amends.

I couldn't really move
forward without...

Am I a fucking step in your rehab?

I had no idea you still
had feelings for me.

I... honestly, I wasn't
trying to confuse you.

I can't wait to meet
my siblings tomorrow.

My siblings. I have siblings.

Kev, you notice anything
a little backwards

about your family?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

The whole inbred thing, right?

I can kinda see it in Uncle Travis.

Hey, babe,

I wanna thank you for coming
with me to meet my family.

- They're all I got.
- Yeah...

And you being here with me just...

it means everything to me.

You're amazing.

I love you.

Your family's my family, babe.

They didn't desert me, you know?

I'm beat.

Emotions really zap you.

I'm gonna get some shut-eye. I love you.

- Hey, how you doing? Hi.
- Hey.

You're even hotter in person.

It's kinda loud. You
wanna get out of here?

- This spot is my jam.
- Yeah?

What are you drinking? I
got the hook-up here.

Not... not drinking.

You wanna take a walk, or...?

You gotta get me buzzed first.

What kinda girl do you think I am?

Fuck, you um... you taste like rum.

I can taste like whatever you want.

Excuse me?

Double shots of tequila.

Hey. Geneva.

Hey.

You, sleep okay?

Yeah. Yeah, it got creepy
down there by myself.

- Felt safer with you.
- Okay.

My God. Your bed is so comfortable.

You should probably,
head back to the center.

People might be getting
worried about you.

You coming with?

Gotta work.

I'm just putting my number in here

and you call me if you need

a place to crash again, okay?

You're the coolest, yo.

What?

Who's the chick? You switching teams?

From the youth center.
Had a rough night.

Needed a place to crash.

How about you?

You get any action last night?

Tinder's not for me.

You get more than you sign up for.

Oof.

Long night?

Fuckin' Sean got married, so yeah.

- Sean got married?
- To who?

Some chick he got sober for.

I'm making a list of all the
promises that he made me

when we were together.

I think he's supposed to pay me back

for all that shit he put me through.

Maybe he's paying it forward.

Fuck paying it forward.

You don't need him.
He's a fuckin' prick.

I mean, what'd he ever do
except skim off the top

of some shitty diner?

You made it a place people
actually wanna eat at.

You don't need him.
He's a fuckin' junkie.

His fuckin' wife stole my life.

I think she owes me a finder's fee.

Smoked my whole fuckin' pack.

Good morning.

We've got some information
on the burglar.

He hit your neighbors across
the street last night

for their copper piping.

- That's getting close.
- Mr. Mills saw

someone run into the empty
church around the corner.

Sounds like we got a
junkie robbing houses.

I'm gonna need some bait.

Kev?

Kev?

What's up?

Kev's family are fuckin' rednecks.

And now he's gone MIA. They
probably skinned him alive

and gonna put his head on the mantle.

- What?
- His great grandpa

was some sort of Confederate soldier

who made his slaves fight
with him in the Civil War.

They're nice and they're racist.

It's fucking confusing.

Kev?

Kev is clueless and I
don't wanna say anything

'cause he's having all these emotions

and they the only family he's got.

But I swear, if one of his
cousins even looks at me racist,

I'ma go Django on his ass.

Anyway, how are you?

Sean's married.

- What? You saw him?
- Yep.

But I am totally fine.

I mean, he's a lying piece of shit

who got clean for some other chick

while I had to deal with
his fucking addictions,

but anyway.

Go kill some rednecks.

I'll call you later.

The fuck?

V! Look!

Whoo! I shot a deer.

I get to take home the head.

I put out some junkie bait.

Those traps you set
out back on the porch

are a death trap for Franny.

I need 'em to catch a perp.

Bonjour les enfants.

Father Francis now speaks Italian?

It's Saint Francis,

and it's French, son.

The public school system failed you.

Need more sugar.

Come on, Franny.

Come walk to Mommy like
you did for Abuela.

Come on. I'm so sorry

I missed your first steps.

The budding stages of
taking one's first step.

Good God, she has grown up fast.

Why'd she walk to Celia and not for me?

- She really hates me.
- Every child performs

in her own time.

I remember all of your first
steps like it was yesterday.

From where? A drug-induced coma?

On the contrary, I was
present for each one.

Debs, yours was in a police station

for Monica's first booking.

You saw your mother when she
exited that holding cell.

It was like magic.

Liam, you were on the
platform of the L train.

I didn't even know you could crawl yet.

I'd put you down to bum a smoke

and you stood on your little legs

and almost walked right onto the tracks.

But the train came in so fast,
it blew you back on your tush.

Not one of my better moments.

But I'm cleaning up my act for Liam.

Believe it or not.

Oui.

You believe any of that?

Hell no.

Hey. What's up?

Geneva told me she, slept over

at your house last night?

Yeah, she was in a tough spot.

What the fuck are you doing?

That's completely inappropriate.

What are you talking about?
I was just being helpful.

She missed her curfew at
the place I got her into

and now she's lost her spot.

Do you... do you realize how hard it was

- to get her that spot?
- I didn't know

that she had to be back at the shelter

She came by really messed up,

I was just trying to give
her a place to sleep.

Well, we teach these
kids self-sufficiency,

we don't sleep with them.

I'm gay. It wasn't sexual.

- You mind easing up a bit?
- Geneva's an incest survivor.

It doesn't matter whether or
not you were being sexual.

- Kids interpret things.
- Well, I...

I mean, I was just trying to help, I...

That's bullshit, okay?
You're hanging around

to try and weasel your
way back into my life.

Do not use these kids to do it.

Wow, Kev has an army.

I hope nobody fucks up the potato salad.

Strong arm, Bart.

Runs in the family.

Your wife is a knockout.

Hell, she could be cousins with my wife.

That runs in the family, too.

I thought you might've been dead,

but, happy to see that
you're alive and talking.

Can't say the same for Barry.

- What's the matter with him?
- Mute, never could talk.

But he nods when he understands
you, right, Barry?

Must be weird being around
all these rednecks,

coming from the inner city.

I'm Bart's cousin Tilly.

Veronica. Yeah, it's an adjustment.

Well, don't let it scare
you. We might look the part,

but nobody cares about
that race stuff over here.

We're a family of half breeds.

A bunch of us even voted
for Obama... twice.

Who'd everybody vote for the last time?

Well, the family was split.

Some for the grandpa Jew,
some for the pussy grabber.

Deplorables?

Fuck her.

Biff, looks like you aren't gonna

be the champ no more.

Shame your daddy dumped Bart

at the Texaco and wouldn't go back.

Could've been great on that

wrestling team in high school.

They were terrible. Biff's team

got their asses kicked
from here to Nashville.

Shit.

Dumped me? It wasn't an accident?

Daddy left me on purpose?

No, Barty, it was more
complicated than that.

Times were hard after the mines closed.

He left me and none of
you came looking for me?

- Your brother?
- Your daddy had

nine kids to raise

after your mama ran off
with that Bible salesman.

He figured you'd be better off.

- In foster care?
- Hell yes.

Look at Bambi, she's
been in and out of jail,

whoring her way around Kentucky,

popping off babies of
every color and flavor.

And Biff can't keep a
job to save his life.

Flunked out of elementary school,

lost his job at the hog slaughter house.

But you got your own bar in Chicago.

Nice truck.

You're the one that got out, Barty.

Ha, you won.

- Hey - Yo, what's up, man?

- Fatherhood, in all its glory.
- Yeah?

It's Miles. Five pounds, three ounces.

I-I gotta fatten him up, but...

I mean, I can't take my eyes off him.

He's a cute kid. Congrats.

He's still in NICU, but we
can take him home tomorrow.

Gotta fill the house with premie stuff.

You know, diapers are too
big, clothes don't fit.

It's all about the unexpected, man.

Hey, listen, um,

I was trying to hook up
with this chick last night,

but she was wasted.

This sober sex thing, man, it's just,

- it's just not working for me.
- Yo, I can't listen

- to this again.
- What's your problem?

He's been yapping about ass non-stop.

You know, I'm almost ten months clean.

He's gonna make me backslide.

Cami needs me to pick up a car seat.

Premie size. Take the baby home later.

I-I gotta split.

I need some tips before I nose dive.

Dude, sand down that
bike until Maceo's back.

You gotta stay busy, man.

Yeah, I need some fuckin' pussy!

Get upstairs. Now.

Flashy car, sir.

Gonna have to charge you the CEO price.

For underserved youth, you know?

400 bucks. Still workin'.

You're working hard out there.

Well, can't be afraid to get wet.

Doing good work there.
Maybe put a little

more shoulder into it.

He fixed my shoe with his own tools.

Now that's a man.

Get back to work.

No!

God, no!

My God.!

No!

Fuck!

Think you could hit me a little less?

Shut up or I'll choke you.

I'm Fiona.

He might seem like a good guy,

but I thought the same thing
when he was my fiancé.

And one day, he's gonna burn you, too.

And if you're ever
fucking and you notice

track marks on his arms,

maybe don't keep fucking.

And don't believe him when he
says that he doesn't want chaos.

He lies. And he steals from his job.

And he doesn't just use
drugs. He uses people!

Fiona?

You're back on drugs? My God.

You bastard! Hey, you didn't stay sober.

God damn you, get in that room.

I don't even know her.

I'm not using... I'm not using drugs.

My fuck.

Can you just stop?

What the...?

Hey.

Geneva's talking about some
junior fire fighter program.

Did you tell her to apply?

Was that inappropriate?

Well, it'd be good to get
her back in school first.

Look, you crossed the line and
you need to learn boundaries.

But at least you got her
thinking about her future.

That's a start.

Was that an apology?

Geneva lost her spot and
shelters are overflowing.

I got 12 kids who need placements.

You're not out of the dog house yet.

All right, what can I
do to make it right?

How about you help me
find some legit housing

that isn't your bedroom?

Well, I can do that.

Thank you.

I hear Biff is still the
arm wrestling champion.

Sorry, babe.

I let him win. The second time.

- Why?
- I don't know.

I feel kinda bad.

They're all sort of losers
and I'm the successful one.

Never been that before.
Feels kinda good.

You happy you found your family?

Yeah. I'm happy to be a Kentuckian.

No, no, no, no!

Pepper, Pepper, those
are only for Halloween!

The car wash raised a lot for
our scholarship program.

You're our superstar dad.

Anything for my son.

So, um, I would love to
show my appreciation.

I am listed in the PTA directory.

Find me.

- Come on, Franny.
- Let's go, Franny.

Let's... come on. Let's
walk for Auntie Fiona,

- if not for me.
- Come on.

- Hey, wait, wait.
- Thank you.

So tell us what you said again

right before Sean came out.

Yeah.

I said, "He doesn't just use drugs,

he uses people!"

You are a fucking poet, Gallagher.

Fuck, it hurts to laugh.
My ribs are still sore.

What happened to you?

I got laid or mugged or both, kinda.

Shit, she's walking to Frank!

Suffer the little children to come to me

and do not hinder them,
for the Kingdom of God

belongs to such as these.

Shit, he really is Saint Francis.

Good job, Franny! Yay!

Wow!

Come to Mommy! Come here!

- Yeah.
- Hi!

What the fuck?

Shit! I got him!

What the fuck?

I see you found

the little copper treat I left you.

- Who are you?
- I'm your worst

fuckin' nightmare.

No! No!

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