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[overlapping yelling]

rock music

Jesus Christ!

Does it look like
I have time to tell you

what happened
on Shameless last week?

Yo, back the fuck up!

Back the fuck up,
shit for brains!

God!

[doctor] We treated
Mr. Gallagher three weeks ago

and arrived at a diagnosis
of alcoholic dementia.

It involves
significant impairments

of memory and other
cognitive functions.

We are not selling the house!

We are selling the house,
all right?

Everybody got that?
No more conversations.

No more bullshit--we're
selling the fuckin' house.

[Sarge] Gallagher,
I have reassigned you

to the eviction unit.

Officer Tipping
knows what to do.

Officer Tipping?

Carl.

[grunts]

I am not moving back
to Chicago, okay?

Louisville is my home now.

You can't just decide
a place is your home.

You may be living here
temporarily,

but it won't ever be your home.

Girl, you are so dramatic.

[Frank] Suckers put money
in retirement plans.

Me--
I planned the perfect heist.

What, are you gonna rob a bank?

A bank. Please.

We're gonna rob
the Art Institute.

-Is that--
-No.

[Ian] No way.

rock music

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?

Good morning, Chicago.
A new dawn breaks

on the citywide hunt
for "Nighthawks,"

Edward Hopper's
most famous painting,

stolen from the Art Institute.

Despite the museum's

state-of-the-art
security system,

the thief left no trace.

A-are we sure
this is the real one?

Be a hell of a coincidence.

[Mickey] I don't get it.
Two guys and a girl,

like, buying coffee--
what's the big deal?

[Ian] It's supposed to be
romantic.

I guess I kind of see it.

What? They look miserable,

but at least
they're miserable together.

[Liam] I think
it's rudimentary.

Three people at a diner?

Give me some paper.
I'll draw it.

[Ian] Yeah, I kind of
doubt that, Picasso.

It's just another
mediocre artist

who's only famous
because he's white.

All right, look, well,
we got to get rid of it, right?

I mean, if the cops find it
here, we're all doin' time.

[Mickey] Uh, yo, coffee?

Yeah, top of the washer.

Hi. When are you gonna
fix the hot water?

I froze my tits off
in the shower this morning.

Got the gas company comin'
sometime today.

Hey, or you can get
your tools out

-and you can fix it.
-No, thanks.

Not helping you sell
the house we grew up in.

Jesus Christ, Debs, this again?

[Debbie] Yes, this again.

I was supposed to
be working today,

making money to feed my child,

but instead,
Franny and I have to go look

for a new place to live,
hopefully somewhere

with no lead paint

-or mass shootings.
-[Lip moans]

Hey, Debs, you still
covering the afternoon shift?

Yeah.

-What shift?
-[Ian] The Alibi.

Kev and V are in Louisville
helping V's mom settle in,

so Mick and I are opening.

No, no.
No one's going anywhere

until we get rid of this thing,
all right?

It's not my problem now,

now that you're the one
making decisions.

Come on, Franny.

We could burn it.

Burn a piece of art history
worth, what,

-millions of dollars?
-Wait--millions?

Shit. That's a section 668
federal offense.

That's a major artwork?
Ten years, each.

[Mickey] I know a guy who moved
some dinosaur bones

that fell off a field museum
truck a few years back.

Want me to see
if he can find a buyer?

No, there's not a fence in
the world that can move this.

I mean, it'd be like
tryin' to sell the "Mona Lisa."

Let's just put it in an alley
by the Art Institute,

call in a tip.

[Lip] Frank's prints
are gonna be all over it.

I mean, how do you get prints
off canvas--carpet cleaner?

Do we even have carpet cleaner?

Holy shit.

Is that the original?

How the hell did it get here?

Good question, Frank.

Did Jelly--

They fucked me.

-[Carl] You stole it.
-[Frank] It was Tease.

Wasn't it? What'd he say?
Why did he bring it here?

Tease is dead.

-What?
-[Liam] You told me yesterday.

Y-you don't remember
anything about this, right?

[Frank] Um...

Why would he lie?

'Cause he's Frank.

The doctor said there would
be good days and bad.

-What doctor?
-Or he's a lying sack of shit

who never takes responsibility
for any of the crap he does.

[Frank] You can't talk to me
like that.

-I'm still your father.
-He can't help it, Ian.

Don't talk about me
like I'm not here.

-I know a guy--
-[Lip] What are you doing?

-I know a guy--
-[Lip] Frank, Frank, Frank--

-I know a guy--
-[Lip] Put it down, sit down.

[Carl]
You don't know a guy.

[Frank sighs]

[Lip] Okay.

-What are we gonna do?
-He's gonna say we should

hand it over to the po-po.

Hell, no, they'll kick me
off the force

and lock the rest of you up.

Just give me the day.
I'll scope things out.

[Lip] Well, somebody's
got to watch Frank.

[Mickey] We can't.
We're openin' the Alibi.

-[Ian] Take him with us.
-You can't take him

to the Alibi--he'll tell
everybody he stole it.

-Then we're all fucked.
-I'm not gonna tell people

I stole it.

Look, we got to keep him close,
all right? Liam?

I got an errand.

Yeah, well, I got to deal
with the remodel,

I got the gas company guy
comin',

and I got to watch Fred--
I can't deal with Frank.

Cuff him to the radiator.

-Fuck off.
-Gas company guy might think

-that's a little weird, no?
-[Ian] Just lock him

in the basement--
it's what he used to do to us.

I mean, he left me there
for three days when I was six.

-[sighs]
-I'll take him.

Frank, you want
to run an errand?

What kind of an errand?

Just come on.
Don't forget your jacket.

[door opens]

We got to go too, Red.

-[door closes]
-[sighs] Catch you later.

Sorry. Keep it safe
till tonight.

[door opens]

-Great. Thank you!
-[door closes]

[door opens, closes]

upbeat music

[Carol] Hey.
You know that?

I think that
I'll have my morning coffee

right there, al fresco.

And then my afternoon bourbon
in the backyard,

also al fresco.

Oh, you know, maybe I'll get
one of those,

um, firepits that Bear's
been goin' on about.

Aunty Bev and cousin Constance
comin' today?

Mm-hmm.

And Sherm and your Uncle Tyler
and cousin Keisha.

-[Veronica] Oh.
-I didn't know you had

-so much family out here.
-Yeah, Bev was the first

one of us to move to
Louisville,

then everybody else
just followed.

You know what?
You guys should move down here.

It's like the great migration,
but in reverse.

I mean, everybody's movin' back
below the Mason-Dixon Line.

It's cheaper and cleaner

and no gang warfare.

-Mom...
-V, look,

there's
a two-bedroom town house

on the other side
of that cul-de-sac.

It's still available.

And they have great public
schools nearby for the girls.

-We are not moving here, Mom.
-Why?

You got somethin'
against clean air?

Huh? Or bein' around family

or that green-ass lawn?

I guess that's terrible,
too, huh?

The lawn is nice.

But it's just,
i-it's the South.

[gasps] You know what?
I just had a thought.

I should get a hammock
for the backyard.

-What do you think?
-Well, let us get it for you

as a housewarming gift.

Oh, no, you guys
don't have to do that.

Just having you here is
present enough.

Every home needs
a housewarming gift.

Please, let us.

"Let us," which means me.

Okay. I can pick one up
on the way

to the Louisville Slugger
bat factory today.

Hey, is there a Waffle House
around here somewhere?

-Waffle House?
-We don't have one in Chicago,

and I love those pecan waffles.

Kevin, do not fill up
on waffles.

We're havin' a barbecue
this afternoon.

But I'm hungry.

-[Carol] You'll live.
-The Louisville what tour?

[Kevin] Bat factory.

I've always wanted to go.

I might even get a bat
with my name on it.

With your name?
A bat?

All the major leaguers do it.

You don't even like baseball.

I love baseball!

Take me out

- To the ballgame--
-Since you're going anyway,

would you mind, uh,

picking up a few other things
for me?

Yeah. I can pick up
a couple things.

Now, you gonna need
to take the U-Haul.

The list is pretty long.

-Happy to help.
-[exhales sharply] Thank you.

-[Carol] This is so great!
-[mouthing] Sorry.

[Tipping] I'm surprised
the captain didn't assign us

the "Nighthawks."

Half the force is out
lookin' for that painting.

-Ever seen it?
-No.

-Not that I can remember.
-I did once.

Field trip
in the seventh grade.

Who do you think did it?
The Russians?

So they can hang it in Putin's
secret billion-dollar palace

-just to screw with us?
-The Russians?

A heist like that takes
finesse, planning.

Russians are great
at that sneaky stuff--

stealing nuclear secrets,
elections.

Probably just some old man
who wandered into the museum,

saw something he liked,
and took it.

An old man?
I doubt it.

Well, what would the punishment
be for someone like that

if they turn themselves in?

Is the old man white and rich
or Black or poor?

If he's rich, he'll buy himself
a fancy lawyer

and get off with time served.

If he's poor, accidently shot
during the arrest.

Poor people always get screwed.

Can I ask you something?

-What?
-Did you steal that painting?

Well, apparently.

There's security cameras,
alarms, guards.

How did you do it?

According to the news,
they don't know who took it

or how or when.

Ha!

Iko, baby.
[chuckles]

Dad?

No, that's you.

Oh, God.

When did I get so old?

-Where are we going?
-[Liam] Give me your arm.

I'm writing Lip's number down
in case we get separated.

I need your help
with this kid Wen Chung,

see if I can get him to fail
his math test on Monday.

Why?

The STEM charter middle school
I want to go to

automatically accepts
the first kids in each class.

Everyone else has to compete
for the few remaining spots.

I'm number two.

What's your leverage?

Thinkin'
I'll play the Black card.

Then the poor card.

Then maybe even
the dead-mom card.

You could tell him
you're gay, too.

Ooh. That's a good idea.

The gay card's always a winner.

Whatever it takes.

But you can't let China
steal your future.

This is still America, right?

Are you asking?

Greatest country on Earth.

Right.

No little Chinese
communist bastard

can ever take that away
from you,

no matter how many Covid flus
they send our way,

try to kill us.

[door opens]

[Lip] Hey, hey.

[Tami] Ho-ho.

Holy shit.

-Yeah.
-What, a tornado

-blow through here?
-No, I was up half the night

tearin' shit out.

-[whispers] Hi, buddy.
-[door closes]

Hey.

-You, uh, you want coffee?
-Yes.

-Yeah?
-Yes, thanks.

[sighs]

-Oh...
-There you go.

Thank you.

So how much longer is, uh,
this gonna take?

Well, I should be done with
the kitchen in a couple days,

then we can put it
on the market.

[Tami] Good, 'cause I have to
get out of my dad's place.

Cory's latest breakup
is ugly.

Oh, yeah?

She was on the phone
yelling at him

for three hours last night.

[groans]

Hmm.

Hey, you wanted us
to move into your dad's.

You still wish I'd said yes?

[chuckles] Okay, don't be
a smug asshole.

Did you call about those
mechanic applications?

Uh, I got to follow up.

Today?

Look, none a the jobs
I applied for

are gonna pay anything close

to what we make if we
sell the house, all right?

It's a better use a my time.

Well, how about do both?

You know, you could follow up
on the applications

and finish the house, huh?

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

-Good.
-[both] Mwah.

Uh, I've got
a couple more boxes

to load up over at Milton's.

I'll meet you over there later
to finish?

-Yeah, yeah, sounds good.
-All right.

-See you.
-Bye.

What do you say
we stash this underground, huh?

Yeah, I think so, too.

One part vodka...

two parts orange juice.

Where's the OJ?

I don't get why people
like fancy drinks.

Why would I pay more
to get drunk slower?

I really should pay Teddy
a visit.

-Who?
-Dinosaur bone guy.

I mean, I know Lip
doesn't think we can sell

the thing Frank got,
but he doesn't know Teddy.

We can make, like, a mil,
give or take.

Buy some land
down on the Gulf of Mexico,

live like fuckin' kings--
come on.

We'll get money
from sellin' the house.

How much we gonna
get from that?

$20, $25?

[Tommy whistles]
If I had that kind of money,

I'd buy a boat,
load it up with Jaeger,

take it out on the lake,
and see you fuckers never.

Oh, I'd get a waterbed.
I've always wanted one.

They're great for your back.

We need to expand the business,
get another ambulance,

hire a couple guys.

Yeah, right, we need some AKs,
couple ARs, bazooka.

Why do you need a bazooka?

'Cause it's fun
to blow shit up, Kermit.

[Ian] We need to get
an apartment first,

see how much money
we have left after rent.

All right, how much is rent?

Don't know. Let's see.

It's got to be
a ground-floor apartment.

I don't want to walk up and
down stairs with my bazooka.

[person]
Lunch special.

[rock music in background]

[person] Opening day
under new ownership.

-[sighs]
-[person] Lunch special.

Lunch special.

What the hell's a Dutch oven?

-Lunch special.
-Oh, thanks.

Fully loaded burger
for two ninety-nine?

New price. Opening day
under new ownership.

Wow. I got to hit
the Slugger factory,

but what the hell,
a man's got to eat, right?

Yeah.

[panting]

You all right in there, dude?

[grunts, breathing heavily]

This thing weighs a ton.

-Where you from?
-South Side, Chicago.

Down here visiting
my mother-in-law.

[person]
Ah. How you like it so far?

I don't know.
It's kind of weird.

It's like two cities,
you know?

The only thing I see
in this part a town

are old white women
with big hair

and Christians
with cross tattoos.

I know what you mean.
I think they only hired me

'cause I'm brown enough
to be part of the patty.

That's fuckin' racist!

Or is it?
I mean...

I mean, well,
you did get the job,

so maybe it's--I don't know--

good racism?

[rock music continues]

-It's right over there.
-Right, cool.

Thanks, man.

[Debbie] Hello!

We're here for the open house?

Okay. You ready to see
the apartment, Franny?

This could be our new home.

Can Uncle Ian live with us?

I like him the best.

Ha. Me too.
But, no, Franny.

This is just for you and I.

We'll do our hair,

and we'll paint our nails,
and...

we could make pancakes.

Then, uh, pffft, uh, we'll--

Play liquor store robbery
with Uncle Mickey?

[huffs]

[door opens]

Is this my room, Mommy?

Oh, no, Fran.

We'll use that as like
a-a guestroom or something.

You and I will share
the other bedroom together.

moody music

All by myself

Don't want to be

All by myself

Anymore

All right, Fran.
Time to go.

[Liam] He's not home.

His mom says he's either
at chess club

or on his way
to music class.

-Who?
-Wen.

Roll up your sleeve.

[Frank] Oh, uh... the kid
who stole your girlfriend.

My spot at STEM school.

I was doing better than him
during Zoom classes,

but the teachers decided to
give everyone A's for hardship.

All that hard work
for nothing.

[Frank] Well, exactly.
That's what I've been

trying to teach you
your whole life.

Hard work is a waste a time.

What does Wen Chung
know about hardship?

He plays the bassoon.

Asians are always
stealing opportunities

away from African Americans.

Don't you think
that's kind of racist?

Wen just happens to be
a Asian dude who's smart.

Did you ever meet
a Black software engineer?

Huh?

No. Asians? Dime a dozen.

The communists have a monopoly
on Affirmative Action.

You got to fight the power.

-[handle clattering]
-I think our best chance

is gonna be a classic
kidnap/intimidate maneuver.

-What's that?
-That's a surefire way

of gettin' what you want
without spilling blood,

assuming
you don't want to spill blood.

I just want to talk, negotiate.

[Frank] Nah, screw that.

You want results,
you're gonna have to work him.

Ah, here we go.

-Come on.
-What are you doing?

It's hard to pull off
a kidnapping scheme

without a van.

Come on, get in.

upbeat rock music

-[laughter]
-[Carol] All right, ladies.

-Thanks, Mama.
-[Constance] Thank you, Aunty.

[Carol] Here you go,
sweet pea. Bev?

[Bev] Ooh, just water for me.

That liquor does not mix well
with my amoxicillin.

[Constance] Oh, Mama!

-[laughing] Shh!
-I know you not tryin'

to tell me to stay quiet.

I have nothin' to be
embarrassed about.

-[Constance] Okay.
-I had a little fun

with a nice young man
and got chlamydia.

-[Constance groans]
-Or maybe it was

a lovely older gentleman--
I don't know who gave it to me.

[Veronica] Okay.

Oh, my God, my ears,
they on fire.

-[laughter]
-[Bev] There comes a time

in every woman's life

when she stops carin'
about what other people think

and starts focusing
on what makes her happy.

And I'd say
that's about age...

-60.
-60. Mm-hmm.

Or when your husband dies.

-Or after your first divorce.
-Oh, well, in that case,

the ink on my papers
are almost dry, so I cannot

-wait for that moment.
-[Veronica] I'll drink to that.

-[laughter]
-[Constance] Cousin, what's up

with you and Kev?

Girl, I don't know
how you do it.

I gave up white boys
decades ago.

Oh, my baby used to that.

She only got white friends
in Chicago.

That is not true!

I-I-I have Black friends.

Who?

There aren't many Black folks
on the South Side anymore.

They all movin' away,

bein' pushed out by
gentrifyin' white folks.

Mm, yeah.
Same thing happened in Harlem.

-Pittsburgh, too.
-[Constance] Mm-hmm.

How do you think we all
ended up back down here?

Just move down, V.
Be with your own people.

Well, I'm trying to get
Black folks

to move back to the South Side.

Not gonna happen.

White folks move in,
they take over.

They are an invasive species,
like kudzu.

-[Constance, laughing] Kudzu.
-[Veronica laughing]

Listen, you need to get out
before them little twins

bring home white boyfriends
named, uh,

Mason or Dash.

[Carol] Sis, you right.

Well, plus, your Aunt Bev
swears by the dick down here.

You know, in case you want to
get a whole jump

on that
"makin' yourself happy" thing.

[Carol] Bev, you got
to hook a sister up, girl.

-[line trills]
-[person] Hello?

Yeah, this is, uh,
Phillip Gallagher.

I was, uh, callin'
'cause I applied

for the mechanic job last week.

Uh, I was wanting to see if the
job has been filled, and I--

[person]
Position's been filled.

Oh. Uh...

All right, well, thanks.
Bye.

[person]
Yep. Bye.

What is that?
Number three?

That's a great use
of our time, huh, bud?

[phone beeps]

[line trills]

[Ricky] Bubba's Kawasaki.

Yeah, hi, this is, uh,
Phillip Gallagher.

I applied for the mechanic job.

I was just, uh--I was wondering
if you hired someone.

We did, but I might have
another opening.

One a my guys peed hot,
blew his parole.

Oh, really?

Yeah, what's your name?
Gallagher?

Yeah. Phillip Gallagher.

[knocking on door]

Gallagher.
Yeah, you worked at BornFree?

Heard they got sold.

Uh, yeah, yeah, you know,
they, uh--

they let most a the guys go.

I think they're using
the space now.

They're rentin' it out
to a CrossFit or somethin'.

[quietly] Hey, man,
thanks for comin'.

Yeah...
[continues indistinctly]

They take over
everywhere they go.

[technician] Checked the meter.
It looks good.

Know where that furnace is at?

[Lip] Yeah, yeah,
it's just, um...

just down in the basement
right over there.

[both]
Yeah, yeah.

All right, yeah, the gig's
40 hours a week.

15 an hour.

I could start you
on the 6:00 a.m. shift.

15 an hour, huh?

There, uh, benefits, or...

No benefits,
but every couple weeks

we do a pizza night
for the guys.

Oh, that's, uh...

Shit, you know what?
Uh, can I put you on hold?

[door closes]

That's a pretty good copy, man.

You hear somebody stole
the original out the museum?

-No way.
-Yeah, craziest story.

Well, my grandma
loved this painting.

She had this, uh, copy up in
her bedroom till she died.

I never liked it that much.

Want to sell it?

My mom would love it.

Birthday's comin' up.

Ah, yeah, I don't--
I don't know, um...

Give you a hundred.

Nah, I shouldn't, you know?
Sentimental value.

-Mm.
-Dead granny, yeah.

Where's that furnace?

-Just back there.
-Okay.

Hey, let me know
if you need anything.

Okay.

[sighs]

[number dialing]

[line trilling]

[Ricky] You've reached
Bubba's Kawasaki,

best bike shop
west of the lake.

We're in Maywood
off the 171.

Leave a message,
and we'll get back to you.

[beep]

[sirens wailing
in the distance]

rock music

Hey, what about this one?

Close to freeway,
so quick escape.

It's got a big backyard.

We could get a couple pit bulls
in there.

And a basement
to store guns and stuff.

Is it a home or a safe house?

-[clattering]
-Same shit. Hey.

Hey, ten bucks.

Since when?

Since Kev and V
put us in charge.

You want to keep bitchin' about
it, it's gonna be 15.

Well, how about this one?
It's got a heated pool,

gym, garden--I always
wanted to grow tomatoes.

That's the gayest shit
I ever heard.

Hey, a pool would be dope,
though.

I'd love an underwater blowie.
How much?

900 bucks.

It's cheap.

Maybe it's a scam?

You know, a lot of those
luxury condos

that went up before
the pandemic are empty.

It's a good time to rent.

Ah, this won't work.
It's on the West Side.

Let me see it.

See? Other side of the river?

-Oh, fuck.
-Too good to be true, I guess.

Do tomatoes grow on a bush?

On a vine.

Then a bunch of tomatoes
are a vineyard, then.

Fuckin'--hey, we should
go check this out anyway.

I don't want to move
to the West Side.

No, me neither.
I just want to see

what a West Side
heated pool looks like.

-[siren wailing]
-[person] I understand, lady.

Calm down, please.

[people chanting]
Solution, not eviction.

-Solution, not eviction.
-Let's get the non-lethals.

We might have to beanbag

some of these bitches
to hold 'em back.

[person] Ladies,
we're handling it.

[protestors clamoring]

It's just a bunch
of old ladies.

[Tipping] They may look
peaceful now,

but they're one protest song
and a presidential dog whistle

away from turning into
a deadly mob.

-I really don't think that--
-Good.

Don't think. Our personal
safety is my primary concern.

I don't want to,
but if it comes down

to a choice between my noggin

and some old Antifa lady's
blue-haired brain bucket,

I'm bustin' heads.

It's hats and bats time, Carl.

Solution, not eviction!

Back up, ladies.
This is an unlawful assembly.

You wouldn't be the first nuns
I put in handcuffs.

Apologies for that wait.

Our bartender came down
with something

and had to go home.

We been rotatin' servers
behind the bar,

and they're way behind.

Oh, heck.

Doreen's knockin' back
more than she's servin'.

[sighs] Gonna have to put her
back on the floor,

take over.

Day like this,
she could walk away

with 200 bucks cash in tips

-just workin' lunch.
-Um...200?

Mm.

[mellow rock over speakers]

I could jump back there
for a bit if you need.

I got years of experience
bartending.

-I own my own bar in Chicago.
-Oh, man, that'd be terrific.

So I get to keep
the tips, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, come on.

[Debbie] Mm.

They're all so empty.

At our new house, can we have
White Castle all the time?

Sure, Franny.
We'll see.

[person] Be careful.
It's the last toy you've got.

[Franny] Can I go play?

Sure.

[sighs] Got to bring it
everywhere.

His Captain America
got stolen at the shelter.

Still cries about it.

How'd you two end up here?

On the streets?

Family threw us out.

Your family?

I think it was the drugs,
really.

By the time I got clean,
they'd all moved.

Wouldn't tell me where.

Assholes.

Yeah.

Families are shit.

They tell you they love you,

but when you need 'em,
they're not around.

All by myself

Don't want to be...

What are you doin'?

Looking for cops.

Ah, he doesn't do that anymore.

-Who?
-The--

the bartender
with the Black girlfriend.

-Kevin?
-Yeah.

Sold a lot of pot
out of this thing.

This is a delivery truck.

[Frank] Oh, shit.

How long have I been
a delivery driver?

No, we took it.
You said we needed a vehicle

so we could kidnap a kid
I need to talk to.

Who are we kidnapping?

-Wen.
-Now.

No, that's the kid's name.

-Wen.
-Ah.

-We gonna beat him up?
-No.

I just need to ask him
for a favor.

We wrote it on your arm. See?

Right.

-Is he big?
-No.

We can throw him in the river,
make it look accidental.

This is way above my pay grade.

[technician]
Water heater's fine.

Just need a new
pilot light igniter.

But I'm not gonna be able
to turn your gas back on.

-Why? Why's that?
-Well, you got

several leaks downstairs,
you got one up here.

Your pipes are ancient--you're
gonna have to replace 'em.

[Lip] Well, how much
is that gonna cost?

You have to get an estimate
from a plumber, but...

probably a couple of grand.

Shit, look, man, I'm, uh--

I'm tryin' to
sell this place, right?

Don't you think you can just,
like, patch 'em up somehow,

and then the new owners,
they can deal with it.

Sorry. Don't want you
blowin' up the block.

Let us know when the work
is done.

We'll come back,
turn your gas on.

[door opens, closes]

[sighs]

You got a couple grand
layin' around?

Yeah, me neither.

[phone ringing]

-Hey.
-[Debbie] Hey.

-Let's get a place together.
-Wha...huh?

Just because
we're selling the house

doesn't mean we can't
still live together--

you, me, Mickey, Franny, Liam.

Let Lip do what he wants.

Yeah. I don't think
that's gonna fly with Mickey.

Also, Liam's gonna live
with Lip and Tami.

What are Franny and I
supposed to do?

I don't know how to live
by myself.

I've never been alone
a day in my life.

[Ian] I don't know.
Get some roommates.

-Where are you?
-Why?

'Cause you were supposed to
be here 40 minutes ago.

Mickey and I are late
to a thing.

Yeah, well,
I'm looking for housing

for me and my soon-to-be
homeless daughter.

I'll get there
when I get there.

Debs, are y--

-She's running late.
-Yeah, no shit.

We're supposed to meet
the rental lady in 30 minutes.

-We should cancel.
-What? Fuck that.

You know what?
Tommy, get behind the bar.

-What?
-You're in charge

till we get back.
You get two free beers.

Nobody else gets free shit,
especially fuckin' Kermit.

Let's go for a swim.

I don't think they're gonna
let us swim.

Okay, ladies, round three.

Oh, my God, I can't believe
you talked us into round three.

You're bad.

You're really bad.

You guys are nurses.
You're heroes.

You deserve round three
and many more.

[mellow music over speakers]

Mmm. So yummy.
What do you call this again?

Oreo mojito.
It's my own creation.

It won Cocktail of the Year
in Vegas.

Wow. So you're like
a real cocktail sommelier.

Tell us, Kev,
are you single?

[phone buzzes]

One sec.

-Hey!
-[Veronica] Kev, when are you

getting here?
People are askin' about you.

Uh, sorry, babe, I got caught
up with Carol's errands,

-and then I got hungry--
-I don't need

a play-by-play.
Just get here.

Okay.
I'll see you in a bit.

[quietly]
I love you.

[protestors chanting]
Solution, not eviction.

Solution, not eviction.

[Carl]
This is fucked up.

[protestors chanting]
Solution, not eviction!

[Carl] Hey, who's that?

The landlord--I've seen him
at a few of these before.

He's the guy
who called this in.

[protestor]
How do you sleep at night?

-[clamoring]
-[officer] Hey, hey!

[protestor]
We're not going anywhere.

[officer]
You hit me with that bag again,

-I'm gonna arrest you.
-[knocks on window]

Some asshole cop
knockin' at my window.

[stammers, sighs]

Yeah. Hold on a second.

[protestors]
Solution, not eviction!

-Can I help you?
-You can't park here, sir.

-That's my house right there.
-You got to move your car.

-You're double-parked.
-Carl, what are you doing?

And I also noticed you're on
the phone while driving.

-That's a traffic violation.
-I'm gonna call you back.

-Hey, is this kid serious?
-Need you just step out

-of the vehicle, sir?
-[chuckling]

-What?
-I said...

-Whoa!
-Step out of the vehicle.

Get off of me, man!

What the hell you think
you're doin'?

I'm arresting you for
assaulting a police officer.

-Class D felony!
-Assault?

If anyone's assaulting anyone,
it's you assaulting me.

Gallagher, we don't arrest
people that drive Mercedes.

-Do you know who I am?
-I don't care, sir.

-I'm calling my alderman!
-You people think you can

just come down here
to the South Side,

park wherever you want,
kick out our neighbors,

arrest old men just 'cause
they have dementia?

I have the mayor's
cell phone number.

I don't care if you have
LeBron on speed-dial.

You're going to jail.

You and your fancy S-class
and shiny shoes

are what's wrong
with this world.

-You're goin' down!
-Ah!

Huh? Well, fuck that!

Give Liam what he needs,

and this doesn't
have to get ugly.

-Frank, stop!
-You know this guy?

-He's my dad.
-You watch your mouth,

fat guy,
or I will fuck you up.

I don't care how little
you are.

Give that back!

No, wait, Liam.
Wait a second!

Liam--Jesus!

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. A-are you okay?

[Liam] I'm sorry.
My bad. He has dementia.

The deal's off--
I'm taking the test on Monday,

and I'm acing it.

Why would you do that?

We were doing good cop,
bad cop.

No, we weren't!

I was making a deal with him,
and you ruined it!

-Ah-ah-ah...
-[laughter]

[Constance] Cousin,
where you get them moves?

[Carol] She got 'em
from her mama.

It's true, I did.

[laughter]

Oh, baby, come here, come here.

This is Millie.

Millie lives on the other side
of that empty condo.

V, y'all could be neighbors.

It's nice to meet you,
Ms. Millie.

Millie, this is my daughter
Veronica.

She's an entrepreneur
and a political organizer

back up in Chicago.

I'm not really
a political organizer.

Political organizer!

Do you know the Obamas?

I...I do.

Shelley and I were in
a runners' club together.

You have to meet
my son Douglas.

He wants to run for Congress.

He could use an experienced
political organizer

who knows the Obamas
on his campaign.

-Campaign, for Congress?
-Mm-hmm.

[garbage disposal humming]

[Mickey]
Ha ha ha ha!

Yo, that pool is sick!

-Garbage disposal.
-[click, motor hums]

Never have to put your hand
down the drain again!

Fireplace.

Ooh!

-Right?
-Come on, let's go.

Wait. One more thing.

You got to feel this bed.

-All right.
-All right.

Just check out this bed, baby.

Ahh.

Ahh. It's like sleeping
on a cloud.

Oh. Yeah.

Yeah, that's nice.

I think we should do this.

Do what?

Rent this place.

Wait--what?

Well, it's nice, it's cheap,

you love the pool, and the
lady at the leasing office

said if we sign
in the next 30 minutes,

we get the first month
rent-free.

-It's on the fuckin' West Side.
-I-it's only 15 minutes away.

-Just a few miles.
-No. We don't know

the escape routes, t-the
bail bondsmen around here--

So we stop doing shady shit
and grow some tomatoes.

Can we just talk to the lady?
Take a look at the lease?

I don't want to look
at the fuckin' lease.

I'm not movin' here.

Was this your plan
the whole time?

No, of course not.
But the place is nice.

Can you just think about it?

All I wanted
was to go for a swim.

Mickey.

Hey. Uh, I'm Debbie.

I-I called about the room
you're rentin' out.

Ah, yes, Debbie.
Very nice to meet you.

And who is this lovely
little lady?

This is my daughter Franny.

Hi, Franny.

You want to go over
and play with Fabiola

while I show your mama
the room?

Okay.

[landlady chuckling]

I'm Beatrice.
Uh, these are my sons,

Junior, Daniel,

my daughter Tamara.

Oh, oh!
[giggling]

Some of the little ones
are mine.

Others are grandchildren.

You come from a big family,
Debbie?

-I do.
-And you don't live together?

We recently lost our house.

[Beatrice]
Oh, that's sad to hear.

Was it the virus that got you?

-Somethin' like that.
-Mm.

-Do you guys all live here?
-[Beatrice] Mostly.

Some come and go.

Your room is up over
the garage.

Used to belong
to my mother-in-law.

I thought I was living
in the house.

No, on the other end
of the backyard.

It's very private.
You'd hardly ever see us.

Like your own little sanctuary.

Well, would we share
the backyard?

Mm, no, we all never
go out back.

When my mother-in-law pass on,

it took us almost a week
to realize she died.

We forgot she was back there.

[laughing]

All by myself

Ha ha ha.
Don't worry, though.

-We cleaned it up.
-Well, I was wondering

if there's maybe a room
in the house

that I could live in?

Maybe one of your kids want
to switch with Franny and I.

They could take the garage,
and we could take their room?

I don't think
that would work.

Well...

Franny's only ever lived
in a house full of chaos,

so it could be traumatizing
for her to lose that.

Uh...that's my son's room.

[Debbie] Well, uh...

Cool! What about this room?

That's the kids' room.

There's three kids
in there already.

Well, Franny and I
could take the fourth bed.

We don't need much space.

I wouldn't feel comfortable.

We'll totally chip in
with utilities.

I could cook, clean.
I'll watch the kids.

We just prefer to keep
the family together.

I'm sure you understand.

-[doorbell chimes]
-[Mickey] Hey.

Where are your beers?

[clerk]
What are you lookin' for?

IPAs, porters, sours,
hefeweizens?

American.

To the right.

Jesus Christ!

[mellow music in background]

How much for this?

[clerk] Four bucks.

[Mickey] For the can?

Should be, like, three bucks
a fuckin' six-pack, man.

What kind of West Side bullshit
is this, asshole?

Got to sell a kidney
just to afford a beer.

-Four-dollar can, my ass.
-[door closes]

-On your left!
-Oof--

-[Mickey] Jesus, Fuck!
-I said on your left!

It's confusing!
My left or yours?

On your right!

Jesus Chr--

Why the fuck
is everybody runnin'?

No one's chasing you fuckers.

upbeat music

West Side bullshit.

[door opens]

Hey.

There's my big boy.

[gasps] Hi. Hey.
How was your day?

Ah, it was pretty shitty.

Well, I was asking Fred, but...

Why shitty?

Well, the gas is still off.

Apparently the pipes are old,
and the whole place could blow,

so it's gonna cost
a couple grand to fix it

before I can sell the place.

Well, can your siblings
pitch in?

I doubt it.

They haven't lifted
a hammer to help yet.

Did you follow up
on those jobs?

Yeah. Um, they didn't
have anything.

Shit.

[knock on door]

-Who's that?
-No clue.

So sorry.
Is now a bad time?

-We know we're a day early.
-We were just, uh,

hoping to check out
some paint samples.

[Tami] Oh.

New owners.

Uh, yeah, sure.
Come in. We're just...

loading up the last boxes.

-[Lip] Hey, how's it going?
-[door closes]

[Maggie] You must be sad
to say good-bye to this place.

[Tye] Uh, dude, we really
liked that fixture

in the walkthrough--
I don't know that you can

-just take it.
-Uh, this one's mine,

but you can talk to Milton.

He's got one in a box
in the garage.

Saw that sweet Indian
out in the garage.

That your ride?

[Lip]
Yeah. I've been fixin' it up.

-I always wanted one.
-Oh, yeah?

For the weekends.

Well, it's for sale.

-[Tye] No way.
-[Lip] Yeah.

[Tye] How much?

[Lip] 15 grand.

Or, um...

I-I don't know.
Wh-what were you thinking?

I don't know...eight?

[Tami] Eight?

Well, I don't know, maybe
I could do, uh, 12?

I can go, like, nine.
That's all I got.

[Tami, softly] No.

Does that even cover
what you put in? No.

[Lip] Yeah.
Yeah, no, it's good, it's, uh--

Okay, we can do, um...
we can do nine.

-You got a deal.
-[both chuckle]

[Lip] You want to come take
another look?

-[Tye] Yeah.
-[Lip] Yeah, let's go.

[motorcycle engine
turning over]

[Tami] So how much
did you have in it?

Seven in parts,
plus my labor

means I made about, uh...

two bucks an hour.

You okay?

Yeah, it's nine grand.

Liam, hey.

Man!
You missed it.

Some delivery van got stolen
over on Cermak,

and the cops
were all over the place.

[chuckling]

I don't know how to do this.

-Do what?
-Take care of you.

You're supposed to
take care of me.

You don't have to
take care of me. I'm fine.

No, you're not.

You have dementia.

[Frank, giggling]
What are you doing?

[sighs]

That bad?

Bad like old Mr. Ionescu?

Wandering around
in his bathrobe

with his dick hanging out?

Not yet.

Ionescu got his dick caught
in a tree in Lincoln Park.

They think he was
trying to fuck it.

Ended up freezing to death.

Had to cut him out.

Have you all talked
about what to do with me

when it gets bad?

No. But it'll probably
be up to me

to figure it out.

That's a lot
for a nine-year-old kid.

[sighs] Who else
is gonna do it?

They all hate you.

Right.

I'm 11.

It's Friday night,
and my head is spinnin'

There was a bar
full of whiskey

-[door opens]
- And a room full of women

I got to get out,
but got no place to go

Maybe we'll drive south
to Mexico

Here is your tip.

Here's a little somethin'
on top.

Your drink killed out there!

Yeah, the trick is
to load it up with Oreos.

You got to cram 'em in.

Makes the drink so sweet
you hardly need any liquor.

The sugar does all the work
for you.

[scoffs]

Well, if you stick around,

know that there is a job
for you here at Fry-Yay's.

-Really?
-Ha ha.

Absolutely.

[mellow rock in background]

Holy fuckin' shit!

Hey, Franny, you missed a spot
on the bottom there.

[Kermit]
Oh, leave the kid alone.

Yeah, enough. Here's a free
beer for you, Kermit.

Can't believe Ian left
you two in charge of the bar.

I'm surprised there's a bar
left to be in charge of.

They went to look
for an apartment.

Traitors. They don't care
what's gonna happen

to Franny and me.

We're gonna end up homeless
on the street

or dead on the floor
of an empty apartment.

That's why I never moved out.

I don't know what I'm gonna
do when Mom dies.

Stop taking baths with her,
for one.

That was one time.

Can't believe I told you that.

You know what, Debs? You and
Franny can move in with me

if you want--
I got an extra room.

My place has been empty
since the divorce, and sad.

That's why I'm here
all the time.

Thanks, Tommy.

But I think I'd rather live
under the El tracks.

[Ian] Where the hell'd you go?

Signed the lease.

-You did what?
-It'll be good for us, Mick.

We can start a life here.

Without your family
or my family--just us.

You know I grew up

dreamin' about being
king of the South Side?

Makin' deals, shootin' people,
not being married to some fag

who wants to sleep
on a cloud bed

on the fuckin' West Side.

-It is a nice bed.
-And what's so bad about

-bein' from the South Side?
-Nothing.

We'll always be from
the South Side, but...

now we have a heated pool.

Fuckin' great.

[Ian] Well, good.

You know we're farther south
right now than at our house?

-Bullshit.
-No, it's true.

'Cause of the river.

Chicago makes no fuckin' sense.

Whatever.

rock music

Handcuff keys, Gallagher.

[Sarge sighs]

Sorry about that.

Yeah. I got your badge numbers.

You know, sir, kid's a rookie.
They don't always know.

-I'm callin' my attorney.
-[Sarge sighs]

You didn't tell him
about the Mercedes rule?

I told him.

What the hell, Gallagher?

We don't arrest rich people
in nice cars.

He broke the law, Sarge.

Cut the "defender of the weak"
shit.

It is not our job
to police the rich.

Their contributions
paid for our new gym

and the snacks
in our break room.

We're here to serve
and protect the rich,

not arrest them.

Who's protecting the people
he threw out on the street?

They didn't pay rent,
so they got evicted.

Then they said, "Screw it,
I'm staying anyway,

even though it's not my house."

-But don't you just--
-We let them get away with it,

next thing you know,
nobody's paying rent,

the economy collapses,
and we wake up one morning

living in
post-apocalyptic ruins

eating old cans
of dog food.

The point is, poor people
need to follow the law.

We get paid to enforce it.

You can't wear blue
if you don't get that.

[scoffs]

-So I'm fired?
-I doubt it.

It's almost impossible
to get fired from the force.

You got to have ten or 12
excessive force complaints

before they even open
an investigation.

rock music

[protestor]
What are we gonna do now?

Where are we gonna live?

[protester 2]
Where do I go?

Let me have two bags.

-Throw in some works, will you?
-[distant siren wailing]

Keep your status quo

Our lives aren't your show

Gonna be who we are

Where's that Sharpie?

We break the system

Who was that?

It occurs to me...

I've made more enemies
than friends.

[Liam] Sounds accurate.

Thanks.

I got to make one more stop.

I'll stick with you,
if that's okay.

Sure.

I break the system

I break the system

-Want to make dinner together?
-No. I want to shower.

[Lip] Hot water's still out.

Fuck you been doin' all day,
sittin' around jackin' off?

[Ian] Ignore him.
He's just bitchy

because we rented a place
on the West Side.

No, look, it's his fuckin'
fault we got to move

in the first place.

What's goin' on?

W-wait.
You found an apartment?

Yeah. It's got a pool
and a garden.

You're moving out already?

Signed the lease
and everything.

-[clattering]
-[Lip] Shit!

You pick that up?

They're right there.

Jesus Christ.
Hand me the pliers, Mickey.

Get it yourself, bitch.

What the fuck's your problem?

You are my fuckin' problem.

If you weren't all
Mr. Fuckin' Fix It,

I wouldn't be movin'
to the goddamn West Side.

Pick it up.

Or what?

Get the fuck out of my face.

The fuck are you gonna do?

-[Mickey] Motherfucker!
-Aah!

Hey, hey!

[Ian] What the fuck?

Hey, hey, stop!

Chill the fuck out!

Hey!

What's wrong, Mama?

Mama's really gonna
miss her family.

All by myself

Don't want to be

All by myself

-Where have you been?
-V, this is gonna sound crazy.

But I accidentally got
a bartending job.

-What? How?
-This guy got sick.

I'm eatin' a burger.
I don't know.

Right place, right time,
I guess.

But I made more in tips today

than we do at the Alibi
in a week!

-No.
-Yeah!

Running your own business
is a fool's game.

We should sell the Alibi,
move down here, and make bank.

I maybe got offered
a job today, too.

Working on a campaign
for Congress.

Congress?
Holy shit, that's amazing.

That's government, right?

bright music

Are we gonna do this?

[sighs] We can't do this,
can we?

I fell in love
before I could learn

To love myself, my mental
health is getting worse

And she's gone

I'm a victim
of playing it safe

Too little too late

Afraid of the stakes

Pliers?

Thanks.

I'd have waited five

To be rejected

By your smile

I'm sorry.

Tough day?

Got to spend a couple grand
on pipes

to get the gas turned back on.

Had to sell my Indian for about
half of what it's worth.

Frank's stealin' masterpieces,
Debbie hates me,

and Tami and Fred are living
in her dad's house, so, um...

Yeah, I've seen better days.

I don't know
what the fuck I'm doing.

Yeah, the last part is true.

All the other stuff is just
your brain fuckin' with you.

You got a great family.

Debbie's Debbie.

You did an amazing job
fixing up the Indian.

All this "woe is me" shit--
that's the old you.

Maybe you need a meeting.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Hit my husband again,
I'll fuckin' kill you.

Right.

Have you figured out

how we're gonna get rid
of the painting?

I swear I put it
in the top bunk.

[Ian] Where the hell
could it be?

[Lip] No! Shit!

[Franny humming]

[Lip] Franny--

Look!

Stickers!

Aren't they pretty?

[needle buzzing]

[heavy rock music]

[Frank]
Don't look so glum, kid.

Everybody dies
sooner or later.

I'm not ready
to check out yet.

It was a good life.

You know what
I'm proudest of?

[Liam] Your kids?

[Frank] Ha ha ha ha!
No.

That I got to live it my way.

There you go.

I'm a six-foot

[Liam] What do you think?

It's perfect.

All-American man

Yeah-eah

Ow

upbeat music

So I started
from the bottom

Now I'm here

And I've seen so many
places, it's not clear

I finally had to
tell myself

You won't find love
from someone else

I got to keep on movin'
without fear

'Cause I'm livin'
the good life

Livin' it up,
livin' the good life

Livin' it up, livin'
the good life

Livin' the good life,
livin' the good life