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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!

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.

Gallagher, I have reassigned you

to the eviction unit.

Officer Tipping knows what to do.

- Officer Tipping?
- Carl.

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.

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.

No way.

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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.

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

like, buying coffee...
What's the big deal?

It's supposed to be romantic.

I guess I kind of see it.

What? They look miserable,

but at least they're miserable together.

I think it's rudimentary.

Three people at a diner?

Give me some paper. I'll draw it.

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.

- 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?
- 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.

Hey, Debs, you still
covering the afternoon shift?

Yeah.

- What shift?
- 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.

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.

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.

- You stole it.
- It was Tease.

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

Tease is dead.

- What?
- You told me yesterday.

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

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.

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...
- What are you doing?

- I know a guy...
- Frank, Frank, Frank...

- I know a guy...
- Put it down, sit down.

You don't know a guy.

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.

Well, somebody's got to watch Frank.

We can't. We're openin' the Alibi.

- 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?
- 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.

I'll take him.

Frank, you want to run an errand?

What kind of an errand?

Just come on. Don't forget your jacket.

We got to go too, Red.

Catch you later.

Sorry. Keep it safe till tonight.

Great. Thank you!

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.

- 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.

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.
- You'll live.

- The Louisville what tour?
- 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.
- Thank you.

- This is so great!
- Sorry.

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, accidentally
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.

Dad?

No, that's you.

Oh, God.

When did I get so old?

- Where are we going?
- 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.

Hey, hey.

Ho-ho.

Holy shit.

- Yeah.
- What, a tornado

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

tearin' shit out.

Hi, buddy.

Hey.

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

- Yeah?
- Yes, thanks.

- 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.

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.

Hmm.

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

You still wish I'd said yes?

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.
- 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?

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.

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.

Lunch special.

Opening day under new ownership.

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.

You all right in there, dude?

This thing weighs a ton.

- Where you from?
- South Side, Chicago.

Down here visiting my mother-in-law.

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?

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

Thanks, man.

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?

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.

All right, Fran. Time to go.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

All right, ladies.

- Thanks, Mama.
- Thank you, Aunty.

Here you go, sweet pea. Bev?

Ooh, just water for me.

That liquor does not mix
well with my amoxicillin.

Oh, Mama!

- Shh!
- I know you not tryin'

to tell me to stay quiet.

I have nothin' to be embarrassed about.

- Okay.
- I had a little fun

with a nice young man and got chlamydia.

Or maybe it was

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

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

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.
- I'll drink to that.

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.
- 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.

Kudzu.

Listen, you need to get
out before them little twins

bring home white boyfriends named, uh,

Mason or Dash.

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.

Bev, you got to hook a sister up, girl.

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...

Position's been filled.

Oh. Uh...

All right, well, thanks. Bye.

Yep. Bye.

What is that? Number three?

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

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.

Gallagher. Yeah, you worked at BornFree?

Heard they got sold.

Uh, yeah, yeah, you know, they, uh...

They let most of the guys go.

I think they're using the space now.

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

Hey, man, thanks for comin'.

Yeah...

They take over everywhere they go.

Checked the meter. It looks good.

Know where that furnace is at?

Yeah, yeah, it's just, um...

just down in the
basement right over there.

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?

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.

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.

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?

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.

I understand, lady.

Calm down, please.

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.

Ladies, we're handling it.

It's just a bunch of old ladies.

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'.

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.

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.

Mm. They're all so empty.

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

Sure, Franny. We'll see.

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

Can I go play?

Sure.

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

You got a couple grand layin' around?

Yeah, me neither.

- Hey.
- 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.

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.

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?

One sec.

- Hey!
- 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.

I love you.

Solution, not eviction.

Solution, not eviction.

This is fucked up.

Solution, not eviction!

Hey, who's that?

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

He's the guy who called this in.

How do you sleep at night?

Hey, hey!

We're not going anywhere.

You hit me with that bag again,

I'm gonna arrest you.

Some asshole cop knockin' at my window.

Yeah. Hold on a second.

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 to step out

of the vehicle, sir?

- 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?

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...

Cousin, where you get them moves?

- She got 'em from her mama.
- It's true, I did.

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.

Ha ha ha ha!

Yo, that pool is sick!

Garbage disposal.

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.

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

Junior, Daniel,

my daughter Tamara.

Oh, oh!

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.

Oh, that's sad to hear.

Was it the virus that got you?

- Somethin' like that.
- Mm.

- Do you guys all live here?
- 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.

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.

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.

Hey.

Where are your beers?

What are you lookin' for?

IPAs, porters, sours, hefeweizens?

American.

To the right.

Jesus Christ!

- How much for this?
- Four bucks.

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.

- On your left!
- Oof...

- 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.

West Side bullshit.

Hey.

There's my big boy.

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.

- 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.

Oh.

New owners.

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

loading up the last boxes.

Hey, how's it going?

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

Uh, dude, we really liked that fixture

in the walk-through...
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?

Yeah. I've been fixin' it up.

- I always wanted one.
- Oh, yeah?

For the weekends.

Well, it's for sale.

- No way.
- Yeah.

How much?

15 grand.

Or, um...

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

I don't know... eight?

Eight?

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

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

No.

Does that even cover
what you put in? No.

Yeah. Yeah, no, it's good, it's, uh...

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

You got a deal.

You want to come take another look?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, let's go.

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.

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.

What are you doing?

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.

Who else is gonna do it?

They all hate you.

Right.

I'm 11.

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.

Well, if you stick around,

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

- Really?
- Ha ha.

Absolutely.

Holy fuckin' shit!

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

- 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.

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.

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.

Handcuff keys, Gallagher.

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.

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.

- 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.

What are we gonna do now?

Where are we gonna live?

Where do I go?

Let me have two bags.

Throw in some works, will you?

Where's that Sharpie?

- Who was that?
- It occurs to me...

I've made more enemies than friends.

Sounds accurate.

Thanks.

I got to make one more stop.

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

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

Hot water's still out.

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

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.

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?

- Motherfucker!
- Aah!

Hey, hey!

What the fuck?

Hey, hey, stop!

Chill the fuck out!

Hey!

What's wrong, Mama?

Mama's really gonna miss her family.

- 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?

Are we gonna do this?

We can't do this, can we?

Pliers?

Thanks.

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.

Where the hell could it be?

No! Shit!

- Franny...
- Look!

Stickers! Aren't they pretty?

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?
- Your kids?

Ha ha ha ha! No.

That I got to live it my way.

There you go.

What do you think?

It's perfect.

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