All language subtitles for s11e09 - survivors

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The fuck are you doing?

-We're selling!
-Fuck you!

Lip's selling the house.

-Lip's selling the house?
-What?

Everyone's moving on
with their lives

and I'm gonna end up homeless.

Look, I'm excited
about Louisville.

We're just moving. So what?
Get over it.

A nun killed Mickey's dad.

I return to sit at the feet
of our Lord and Savior...

in death.

You're with Vice now.

-Can I drive?

- Slow down!

Slow the fuck down!

I don't know what's going on.
It's out of control!

Brake, brake!

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Debbie?

Jared?
What the fuck?

- Brad and I broke in.
-Why?

Brad sells BornFree
to some douchebags

who think a hog
is just a large pig.

I just--
I needed to do something.

Well, we treated Mr. Gallaher
three weeks ago

and arrived at a diagnosis
of alcoholic dementia.

It involves significant
impairments of memory

and other cognitive functions.

Some days will be good
and some will be bad.

Very bad.

Look, I know he was your dad,

but the guy was
an awful human being.

Yeah, I know.
He was a huge piece of shit.

Then why are you crying?

I don't fuckin' know.

Look, Terry hated you.
Hated us.

This is your fuckin' fault.

What?

You're the one
that hired the nun.

Was she even a nun?

She said she was
a great caretaker.

This is really unfair, man.

I could've killed that fucker,
like, a thousand times.

This bitch just swoops in?

Hey, are you crying
'cause you're pissed off

or 'cause you're sad?

You stop asking me
fuckin' questions!

I don't know.
I have no idea.

-Okay.

- What the fuck?

-Who fixed the drywall?
-I don't know.

-What's the problem?
-Someone fixed the drywall.

Not it.

So that means we're not
selling the house, right?

Did you do this?

Did I repair the damage

that some dumbfuck did
to my kitchen?

Yeah.

-What's your problem?
-My problem?

You're the one
who's mentally unstable.

What, 'cause I want
to sell the house?

Yes!
It's driving all of us crazy.

-I mean, Liam, am I right?
-For real.

Are we selling the house
or not?

-No, we're not!
-Yes!

This is why I haven't pooped
in three days.

Yeah, and I had sex
with a gay guy.

And now I probably have AIDS.
So thanks a lot, Lip.

How is it my fault that
you had sex with a gay guy?

-It's open!

-Hey, uh, you ready?
-Yeah.

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.

-Let's go.

-You don't have AIDs.
-It was unprotected sex.

Still probably don't have AIDS.
Everybody's on PrEP.

Well,
I'm sure I have something.

Well, syphilis, maybe.
Gonorrhea.

-Lots of that going around.
-Oh, my God.

Ah, relax.

That's like saying
you walked on the beach

and you have sand
between your toes.

Should probably hit a clinic,
though.

Really?

-Yeah.
-Oh, fuck.

All right, Franny.
It's time to go to school.

Grab your bag.
Grab Mommy's purse.

Okay, Mama.

Left cabinet.
Above the sink.

Ah.

So are we selling the house
or not?

I need to know.

Why are we selling the house?

We talked about this, Frank.
Remember?

No.

But I would've
never agreed to it.

-You didn't.
- Yeah.

Lip kinda made the decision
for us.

With a sledgehammer.

If the house is for sale,

I'll buy it.
You can live with me.

Really?

I knew this day would come.

And when it did,
I made sure that I was ready.

It's time.

Time for what?

Time for me to step up
and be a father.

Why would you start now?

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Wanna keep unpacking?

Why?
You need a break?

The less we unpack,

less you have to re-pack
when you move back to Chicago.

Oh, Lord.

How many times are we gonna
have this conversation?

I am just trying
to save you time.

You'll thank me later.

Sweetie, I am not moving back
to Chicago, okay?

Louisville is my home now.

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

It takes years
to earn that title.

Lifetimes, generations.

You may be living here
temporarily,

but it won't ever be your home.

Girl, you are so dramatic.

I'm dramatic?

You moved to a different city

'cause I didn't visit you
enough.

Now you know that's not why
I moved.

-Mama, where's my Weedle?
-What?

My Weedle card is missing.

Oh, I haven't seen it,
sweetheart.

-Just keep looking, okay?
- Okay.

-What's up?
- Pokémon.

Trust me, you dodged a bullet.

So who's looking after
the girls while you're gone?

-Kev. Who do you think?
- Oh.

You left Gemma and Amy
with Kevin?

He's their father.

Yeah.
You're right.

Well, I'm sure
they'll be just fine.

Look, are you gonna
help me unpack or what?

You know you're gonna
get homesick.

Nope.
Not changing my mind.

You always change your mind.

You decided you wanted to start
making your own pasta

so you bought
a new pasta maker.

Two weeks later,
it was on eBay.

It was too hard to clean.

Moving to Louisville was a whim
and you know it.

Don't worry.

Kev and I'll help you move back
to Chicago in a month.

Oh, shit.

You guys bugged the house,
didn't you?

Either way,

you gotta have a search warrant
to come in here.

None of this is admissible
in a court of law.

Frank, it's me.

What?

It's Carl, your son.

Oh, shit.

My God.
I thought you were a real cop.

I am a real cop.

Okay, son.

What is all this?

Suckers put money
in retirement plans.

Me?

I planned the perfect heist.

What, are you gonna rob a bank?

A bank.
Please.

The ICOE heist is special.

Oh, yeah?
How so?

We're gonna rob
the Art Institute.

We're goin' to jail.

Cops already investigated.
They didn't find anything.

This is some sort of trap.

I bet they got these guys
to wear a wire.

It's not a big deal, all right?

They just want you
to sign some papers.

Yeah.

Didn't tell me you were
bringing your goon with you.

Look, just give him
the paperwork to sign.

We'll get the fuck out of here.

Driver's license.

Need you to sign your name
on the X's here and here.

And I'll need your thumb print.

What am--what am I signing?

As former owner,

you are verifying the value of
the inventory that was stolen.

For insurance purposes.

These numbers aren't right.

No.

This is, like, double what
the inventory was worth.

Valuation came straight
from Mr. Baggio.

He had his accountant
work it up.

All we need from you

is your signature verifying
that it's correct.

Mr. Baggio?
As in?

Yeah.

All right.

Baggio owns BornFree.

- Yeah.

Great.
Numbers look right to me.

Good choice.

Hear me call your name

Listen, darling

We've stolen from one
of the largest crime families

in Chicago?

Seems like it.
Yeah.

All right, girls.

-No!
-Amy, no.

Unacceptable.
We do not act like that.

-Here, just watch a movie.
-No.

We want to go to school.

Guys, I want you to go
to school, too.

I really do.

But I told you
there's no school today.

It's a teacher work day.

Which is so great 'cause
it's a Daddy work day, too.

I want Mommy.

Yeah, I want Mommy too, okay?

But she's not here.
She's in Kentucky.

Please just watch a movie.

What's V doing in Kentucky?

She's helping her mom move.

She left you
in charge of the girls?

Yeah, she left me
in charge of the girls.

Shut up.

Where's Tommy?

I don't know.
At work, I guess.

Why?

It just freaks me out
when you're here by yourself.

Could I get a shot of Jamie,
please?

Hey, Frank.
It's me, Kevin.

Hey, Kevin.
It's me, Frank.

Why are we talking like
we're on the phone?

Oh, I just didn't know
if you remembered me.

I'm not drunk yet.

-What's with the notebook?
-This?

-This is the plan.
-What's the plan?

A heist.

I'm putting the gang
back together for one last job.

Cool.

You used to be a thief
or something?

One of the best.

You might've heard of one
or two of our escapades.

The Purolator heist?

Elizabeth Stewart Gardner
Museum?

No.

Doesn't matter.
Best of luck.

Yeah, you go get 'em.
Cheers.

Thanks, boys.

Well, I'm outta here.

Don't mention anything
to anybody

about the heist.

Discretion is vital.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I just told you.

Yeah, Frank, I'm pretending
that I don't know.

Oh, got it.

-Frank?
-What?

Your shot.

What?

Oh.

Mm.

How you doin'?

Oh, shit.

Did you find anything
for Terry to wear?

Shirt with a collar.
Better than nothing.

Where'd all the Milkoviches go?

They hauled ass.

Took all the fuckin' guns,
ammo, TV.

-Who's Rachel?
-Hell if I know.

-Hey, hey.

Little fuckin' respect, please?

Don't you wanna know
what's inside?

-It's for Rachel.
- Yeah.

How are we gonna know who
Rachel is if we don't open it?

Oh, fuck.

Jesus.
Look at Terry.

I guess that's Rachel, huh?

Yeah.

Must've been one of
his old neo-Nazi girlfriends.

There's an address in here.

You think maybe
we should take it to her--

No.

-Hell no.
- Come on.

It's what my dad
would've wanted, asshole.

How do we know
she still lives there?

Or if she's even alive?

We should at least try
and find the bitch.

This could be my mom.

Doing an STD panel today?

Yeah.

-Any particular reason?
- Uh, yeah.

I think my stupid brother
gave me an STD.

You had sex with your brother?

Oh, my God, no.
Jesus.

What would happen if I did?
Would he go to jail?

I'd have to report it.
Incest is illegal in Illinois.

He'd probably spend
two to five years in jail.

Oh.
It's temping...

But extreme.

I just want to stay
in my house.

Honey, why are you here?

I had unprotected sex
with a gay dude.

What does that have to do
with your brother?

Well, he wants to sell
the house we grew up in.

I don't wanna sell the house.

I may have overreacted
a little bit

and gotten drunk

and had unprotected sex in
the back of a skanky-ass bar.

You think your brother planned
to sell the house

so you'd have unprotected sex
with a stranger and get an STD?

Yes.
AIDS.

I doubt you have AIDS.

You probably don't have
anything,

but I am gonna give you
a penicillin shot

just to be safe.

Thanks.

Okay.

Jesus.

I need you
to pull your jeans down,

bend over slightly.

I'm gonna fuckin' kill Lip.

-Gallagher.
-Sergeant Stamps.

I have reassigned you
to the eviction unit.

You mean I'm already off Vice?

You wrecked a Ferrari.
Eviction unit.

What, you mean like kicking
people out of their houses?

No, that is the Sheriff's job.

You just show up and provide
armed support if needed.

Don't overthink it, Gallagher.

Officer Tipping knows
what to do.

Officer Tipping?
You're back?

Carl.

I can't imagine
what you've been through

and I'm sorry, but it's okay.

I'm right here.

I'm right here.

Insurance fraud
would've been okay.

White collar prison,

grow organic vegetables
in a community garden,

maybe learn a craft.

But no, we had to steal
from the mafia.

When they find out,

they're gonna chop
our dicks off

and stuff 'em in our mouths.

Only cartels do that.

Toss us out of helicopters
in the lake.

Still cartels.

Why don't we just give them
the parts back?

They don't want the parts,
okay?

It's insurance fraud.

If they find the parts,

the insurance company
won't pay them.

-Fuck the parts.

Look, I gotta get back to the
house before David shows up.

-Can you drop me off?
-They're back.

-Who?
-Black SUV.

Been following me
since last week.

Shit.
Really?

Thought you said
they didn't care.

Could be a coincidence.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What are you doing?

-Making a run for it.
- No, no, no!

- Fuck!

Still think it's a coincidence?

Probably not.

Liam Gallagher.

I'm trying to be proactive,
you know?

Have a plan in place

so I don't end up homeless
and on the street.

So you currently live
in a home?

- Yes, ma'am.
-Who do you live with?

My family.

Are you being
physically abused?

No, ma'am.

Uh, is there food, electricity?

There is, but I expect things
to take a turn for the worst.

Why?

My brother wants
to sell the house.

And when he does,
I'll end up homeless.

Well, do you have siblings
you can live with?

They don't know
where they're living, either.

It's every man for themselves.
And two females.

Uh--who is your legal guardian?

I don't think I have one.

Sorry,

but unless you're abused
or actually homeless,

I can't help you.

Adoption fair.
What about that?

That's for kids who already
live in group homes.

Then put me in a group home.

Group homes are
for foster kids.

Ronald McDonald's house?

For families who need
a place to stay

when their child
is in the hospital.

Hospital.
Hadn't thought of that.

You're not sick or abused.
You're lucky.

Why don't you think about that?

So this is the job?

Just watching people
get evicted?

The only thing that is
permanent is impermanence.

What?

Change is the only constant,
Carl.

-I know that now.
-Know what?

You like hushpuppies, Carl?

-What?
-Hushpuppies.

Man, I love hushpuppies.

Dino's fries them in ham hock.
Big as baseballs.

Yeah.
Sounds awesome.

After this, what do you say
we head over there for lunch,

have ourselves
a little celebration?

What are we celebrating?

Illumination.

Yeah, sure.

But the last time
we celebrated something,

you had a heart attack.

Best thing
that ever happened to me.

-You shit your pants.
-All part of the journey.

-You need to leave.
-Come on, man.

Don't do this.
My girlfriend just had a baby.

Sorry, sir, I have
a court order to enforce.

Can't he give the guy a break?
Let him off with a warning?

Man's got a baby.

Giving him a break

would be depriving him
of an opportunity to grow.

This man is at sea.

Weathering the storm
is teaching him

to dance in the rain.

Let me go talk to him.
He's one of us.

You know, the old me would've
said, "Yes, go talk to him."

But this guy's on a path, Carl.

This is his destiny.
Whom are we to interfere?

-We're cops.
-Are we?

Yes, we are.

Or are we human beings
in cops' clothing?

That's literally what cops are.

Fuck outta here, pig!
Fuck!

-Shit.
-That's a shame.

- Gun!

Somebody call SWAT, now!

energetic rock music

-Johnny?
-Yeah.

Holy shit, it is you!

It's me, Frank.

-Frank who?
-Frank Gallagher.

The kid.

-The kid.

Frank, you son of a bitch!
How are ya?

Johnny Boxcars.
How you been?

I'm in a fuckin' wheelchair.

How the hell
you think I've been?

Quelle surprise,
you were always

the best wheelman
in the business.

-You look great, kid.
-Thanks.

I wish I could say the same
about you.

What happened?

I got old is what happened.

I haven't seen you in what,
30 years?

30 years?
Has it been that long?

'Fraid so, old friend.

Good news.

I'm getting a crew
back together.

Are they alive?

One last heist.
You remember ICOE?

Great plan.

Well, I got it all right here.

Every detail.
You in?

I need a good wheelman.

I can't drive anymore, kid.

I can't walk.
I can barely see.

That's crazy.
It's like riding a bike.

It's not.
It's like driving a car.

Which I cannot do.

Uh, I hear you.

Maybe you'll sit this one out,
then?

-I sit everything out.

-Next time?

Sure thing, Kid.

You know where to find me.

Girl,
I'm excited about Louisville.

Where does this path lead to?

Bourbon.

They call this a nature trail.

Leads us right
to the distilleries.

See, they planted different
plants and wildflowers

along this pathway
and then they labeled them.

Why?

Okay, look.
This one is cyclobin presidium.

Ooh!
Middle East, Mediterranean.

This is wonderful.
Look how beautiful it is.

It's a sidewalk.

They have these
in Chicago, too.

Well, I think
Gemma and Amy would like it.

Why?

Talk to Kev?
How they doing?

I'm sure they're doing fine.

Mm.

Amy, Gemma,
stay out of the edibles.

Please don't touch that.
Thank you.

Kev, Kev, another beer?

Yeah, another beer.
Got you.

Candy, candy, candy!

No, no.

Candy, candy, candy!

No, no, no, no, no.
That candy is for adults only.

Hey, babe.

Hey, how's everything?
How are the girls?

Great.
Everything's great.

What are you guys doing today?

Oh, you know, they're just
asking a lot of questions,

learning the business.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, don't let them sit around
and watch movies all day.

Give 'em a project.

A project.
That sounds great.

Would you stop this?

These gummies are
for adults only.

If the gummies aren't for kids,
why are they gummies?

Shut up, Kermit.

Kev, everything okay?

Yes.
Everything's great.

How is everything going on
down there?

I still haven't convinced Mama
to move back.

Her place is pretty nice,
though.

Okay, babe, I gotta go.
The bar's hopping.

Uh, got it.
I'll talk to you later.

-Okay.
- I love you.

Tell the girls
that I love them--

- quirky upbeat music
- Oh, look at this one.

Indian hawthorn.
Rhapilolepis--

whatever, girl.

You okay?

You don't have to do this.

Feels like his dying wish.

Uh, I think his dying wish
was probably,

"Get this plastic bag
off my head."

Ring the fuckin' doorbell.

Hey.

Uh, sorry to bother you.

Does a woman named Rachel
live here?

I think you've got
the wrong address, son, sorry.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
My name's Milkovich.

Terry Milkovich is my--
was my dad.

Look, he knew some woman
named Rachel.

I think she used to live here.

I'm Rachel.

So Terry, my dad,
passed away a few days ago.

Sorry to hear that.

He was murdered, actually.
By a nun.

Or a...

cold-blooded killer nun
in a costume.

We don't actually
know that yet.

Mick.

Anyways, we were going through
some of his shit.

And, uh...

found these.

It's how we found you.
The address on the back.

Wow.

So how'd you know my dad?

He was my first love.

Really?

Met when we were teenagers.
Spent every second together.

He made me laugh.

-He did?
-Terry?

Yeah.
He had a great sense of humor.

Asked me to marry him
and I said yes,

but my family was Hasidic, so.

Sorry.
I--w-what's that?

Jewish?

No shit.

When Terry asked
for my father's permission,

he said no,
but Terry wouldn't give up.

He talked to my father.
Said he'd convert.

He really loved me.

My father said,
"Okay, if you convert

and learn Hebrew,
you can marry my daughter."

Terry started studying
the Torah,

took Hebrew lessons
at the temple.

For a year, he tried but it was
too difficult for him.

- Here you go.
-He couldn't get it.

Thank you.

Again, he approached my father.

"I've converted to Judaism,"
he said,

"But I can't learn Hebrew.
Can't you meet me halfway?

Let me marry Rachel."

But my father said no way.
Deal's a deal.

So Terry killed him.

-Your dad?
-I am--I'm sorry.

-He--
-Police couldn't prove it.

No witnesses, but...

I know it was Terry.

But, you know,

with your dad out of the way,
you could marry him, right?

I didn't want to marry him.
He killed my father.

-Yeah, that makes sense.
- Uh-huh.

So I ended up marrying Albert.

-Right.
-Okay.

Did Terry know that you married
a Black man?

Uh--yes.

-Mm, that explains that.

Look, he wanted you
to have this, so, uh.

-No, thank you.
-Yeah, we understand.

Actually...

I hate the picture,
but I will keep the frame.

It's from Pottery Barn.

-Very nice.
- It is nice.

Hey.

Who's my legal guardian?

Uh, I don't know.
Why?

-Did you get arrested?
-No.

But if I do have one,

it makes it harder for me
to find a place to live.

Look, I don't have time
for this shit right now.

We'll talk about it later,
okay?

Fuck you, Lip.

Hi, I'm Frank Gallagher.

I'm looking
for Benjamin Teasley.

He used to live here.

-Frank Gallagher?
- That's right.

That name is so familiar.
I--I--uh--

'Cause I just said it?

Gallagher.

Uh, how'd you--
how did you know Benjamin?

We worked together years ago.

But wait.
I know you, I think.

Um--

Sally--Carol--Sally--Serena--
Serena?

Yes, yes!
Serena Teasley.

-That's it. Holy shit.

Lady Teas.
How are you?

It's Frank.
You remember me?

-Frank?
-Yes.

No, no.

-See, I have Alzheimer's and--
-Says who?

-The doctors.
- Yeah?

Well, what do they know?

It's not like there's
an Alzheimer's test.

I think it's a generational
conspiracy against the elderly.

They convince us
we can't remember shit

so they can take advantage
of us.

They put us in nursing homes,
say, "You live here, remember?"

They steal our money, they say,

"No, you never had any,
remember?"

They treat us like we're crazy.

They say,
"You're sick, remember?"

That's true.

You know, the other day,
someone tried to tell me

that the Chicago Cubs won
the World Series.

I'm not an idiot.

No, ma'am.
You are not.

Is Teas here?

I'm trying
to get the gang back together.

Yeah, well, Benjamin's dead.

He died 15 years ago.

What?
No.

Damn it.

That's awful.

Are you sure?

-Yes, yes.
- Mm-hmm.

I have it written down.

It's on a Post-it
on the fridge.

I'm sorry.
That sucks.

What does?

Nothing.
It--

You take care of yourself,
Serena.

Okay?

You, too.

Uh, say hello to Benjamin
for me.

I will.

Bye.

What happened?

Sheriff went to evict the guy
and he got emotional.

I thought SWAT team was coming.

Is it Bring Your Daughter
To Work Day?

Who's this?

-Officer Gallagher.
-So no SWAT?

I am SWAT, bitch.

Where's everybody else?

Since they defunded the police,
this is what SWAT looks like.

One badass motherfucker like me
on the ground,

one badass sniper on a roof.

Sniper?

Where's the loser with a gun?

-In the house.
-He's terrified, sir.

I think somebody should
just go talk to him.

Too late for that, Junior.

Sniper and a bullet's
a lot cheaper

than paying a SWAT team.

dramatic music

That was quick.

Relax, they're probably just
gonna smack us around,

make sure we don't go
to the cops.

Why would they think we'd go
to the cops?

"These numbers aren't right."
You remember that?

Might as well have accused them
of insurance fraud

right then and there.

Shit.

What are you doing?

How do you know
if you're an organ donor?

The fuck are we?

Keep your stupid fuckin' mouths
shut.

Mr. Baggio will do
all the talking.

Nino Rota's
"Godfather Waltz"

This way.

Oh, shit.

We don't know shit.

You said they're probably just
gonna smack us around.

Yeah, well,
now I'm not so sure.

What the fuck?

Those idiots at BornFree
tell me you can fix anything.

Is this true?

Yeah.
Yeah, I guess so.

It's my grandson's birthday.

These two put this thing
together last night.

It won't run,
the steering's screwed up,

and there are a ton
of leftover parts.

Lesson learned.

Don't ask people
who don't know how to read

to read instructions.

Do you want us to fix it?

Yeah, please.
Yeah.

Oh, and do either of you
know how to tie a bow?

'Cause you know what I'd like?

I'd like to have a big, red bow
on top of this thing here,

you know?

Tie a bow?

Yeah, I-I can do a bow.

- Yeah?
-Shouldn't be a problem.

- Frank Gallagher?

AKA the Kid.
How you been, Kid?

Busy.

I don't know if you've heard,

but I'm putting
the crew together.

Dusted off the ICOE plan.
Remember that?

ICOE?
Ain't nobody pulling ICOE.

I am.

And I need your help
because you're the--

the best...electronics guy
in the biz.

Kid, ICOE was
in case of emergency.

That's why it's called ICOE.

That's why
they call it ICOE.

In case of emergency.

Well, this is an emergency.

Come on, Jelly, one more.
For old time's sake.

Who else do you have?

Johnny's in a wheelchair,
Teas is dead, I'm retired.

-Teas is dead?
-Yeah, a while back.

Jesus.

What do you mean,
you're retired?

I make a decent living
off my investments.

Why would I risk
getting pinched again?

For the money.

I got enough money.

-See my mailbox?
-No. Why?

It's exact replica of my house.

Uh, made a mistake.

You're not the guy for the job.
You've gone soft.

What?

Look at you

with your petunias
and your fancy mailbox

and Costco furniture.

And what did you do
to that poor dog?

-He's a White Sox fan.
-Is that why he's depressed?

Or because you make him
wear clothes?

How many times has he tried
to kill himself?

Get the hell out of here.

If he eats a bunch
of chocolate,

it's not an accident.

Starting bid on this thing
is like 200 bucks.

Gonna have no problem selling
this shit.

Then we can afford

to give the fucker
a proper sendoff after all.

peaceful music playing

He used to throw this at us
when we were kids.

What?

He has a game.
Dodge the Dagger.

Me and my brothers would run
around the house.

Screaming, laughing,
trying not to get stabbed.

-That's fun.

Yeah, he threw it at me
one time.

I caught it midair.

Cut the shit out of my hand,
but...

He was so proud of me.

Aw.

Fuck is wrong with me?

How many Jews
did this thing kill?

Still kinda wanna keep it,
though.

Is that weird?

Hello.

Put the fucking knife back
in the box.

You forget something, Frank?

Johnny Boxcars.
Best wheelman in the business.

-How you been?
-Since I last saw you?

It's been a while.

No, it hasn't.

Listen.

I'm putting the crew
back together.

I know.

The word's out?
Who told you?

You did.
You were just here, Frank.

We talked about ICOE, remember?

Yeah.
Yeah, of course.

-And you--
-I'm out.

I told you already.

Right.

Did you know ICOE stands
for "in case of emergency"?

Anderson .Paak's
"Lockdown"

You should've been
downtown

The people are rising

We thought
it was a lockdown

They opened the fire

Them bullets was flying

Who said
it was a lockdown?

Goddamn lie

Oh, my

Time heals all,
but you out of time now

Judge gotta watch us
from the clock tower

Civil unrest,
but you sleep so sound

Like you don't hear
the screams

When we catchin' beatdowns

Stayin' quiet when
they killin' niggas

But you speak loud
when we riot

Got opinions comin'
from a place of privilege

Sicker than the COVID

How they did him
on the ground

Nope.

And won't you tell me
'bout to lootin'?

What's that really
all about?

'Cause they throw away Black
lives like paper towels

Plus unemployment rate,
what, 40 million now?

Killed a man in broad day,
might never see a trial

We just want to break chains
like slaves in the South

Started in the north end
but we in the downtown

Good luck, man.

-Mm. What's this one?
-I don't know.

-Well, check the list.

folk music playing

Angel's Envy Cask Strength.

Oh, my God, this is
the best bourbon I've ever had.

It's okay.

Okay?
Girl, this is amazing.

You should ship a case of this
back to Chicago.

I can get this in Chicago.

You know they sell bourbon
there.

Mm-mm.
Not like this.

No, not like this.
This.

I can even get tequila even
though it's made in Mexico.

Why won't you just let me
enjoy this?

'Cause.

You act like this town,
which you know nothing about,

is the greatest place on Earth.

But in a month, you'll hate it
'cause that's how you are.

-You're fickle.
-Example.

Of things you loved
and now hate?

Mm-hmm.

John Legend, Rosetta Stone,
mojitos,

my father.

Oh, don't.

I still love John Legend.

Not after he married
that woman.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Don Lemon.

Oh.

Yeah, well, his accent
started bothering me.

What accent?

You know
what I'm talking about?

What, he's from, what,
South Africa or something?

Are you thinking
of Trevor Noah?

Oh, yeah.
Him, yeah.

Yeah, I don't like him anymore,
either.

-Who you calling?
-Kev.

He'll back me up on this.
I'll put him on speaker.

-Ah, shit.

-Shit.

Hi, babe.

Kev, did Mama use to love
John Legend?

- Yep.
-Does she now?

No.
His wife got him cancelled.

-Amy, get away from there.
- What she doing?

She's just behind the bar.
Can I call you back?

Yeah, okay.

You don't wanna help me out?

Maybe keep Amy
from going behind the bar?

I don't want to interfere.
Who am I to parent your kid?

Goddamn it, Kermit.

energetic rock music

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on,
come on

I don't know.

I don't think they needed
to shoot that guy.

This is gonna be awesome.
What'd I tell ya?

Yo, what's up?

Do kids in juvie still get
to go to school?

Yeah, why?

It might be the solution.

Trust me, juvie is not
the solution to anything.

It's better than sleeping
on the street.

Plus you get three meals a day.

-Of prison food.
- So?

You went to juvie
and now look at you.

You're a cop.

I'm the exception, Liam.

You know,

like when a former gang banger
opens up a chain of bakeries

or a bank robber now works
for the FBI.

You don't need juvie.
You're smart.

So are a lot
of homeless people,

and look where it got them.

What?

Nothing.
I'll see you later.

Hey, after lunch,

I'd like to pop by St. Anne's,
light a candle.

What for?

Well, as I mentioned,

the hushpuppies here
are heavenly,

but we still need
to feed the soul.

Wha--are you hearing the words
that are coming out your mouth?

Yes, yes, I am.

But more importantly,

I'm hearing the words
that are coming from above.

I swear to God,
if you don't stop talking.

Sorry.
I'm sorry.

But once you've sat
at the table,

it's hard not to want
to pass the bread.

Can we just order our food,
eat, and go back to work?

And to St. Anne's?

Fine.
We'll go to St. Anne's.

Good.

'Cause the real work
that needs to be done

-is right in there.

Yeah, what's
your most affordable package?

Terry wanted to be cremated.
No funeral, no fancy jar.

Sure, well, our most basic
package without a funeral

provided by
licensed funeral directors

and a trained specialist
is $699.

Oof.

699 bucks for you
to light a fuckin' match?

It's a little more
complicated than that.

They gotta transport the body,
all that.

That's all-inclusive,
no hidden fees,

a plastic urn is included.

Great, man.
Whatever.

Excellent.

And do you know
where they took your father?

-What hospital?
- Yeah, Cook County.

Mm-hmm.
And when did he pass?

- Four days ago.
- Mm-hmm.

-Um--
- Something wrong?

Well, it says the body's
already been transferred.

What does that mean?

Unfortunately, if you don't
claim the body within 24 hours,

they give it to the county.

And then what?
Where is it?

Uh, hmm.
Johnson Creek Cemetery.

It's a communal ground.

The fuck does
communal ground mean?

A mass grave for the indigent.

- The what?
- Poor people.

Can we get it back?

I don't think so.

Gemma, what are you doing,
Sweetie?

What's going on
with your sister?

I went to a Grateful Dead show
once.

Everybody was dancing
like that.

But there was music,
I think.

- quirky dramatic music
-Oh, no.

Uh, anyone in the bar
who's not my kids,

please tell me you ate some
of the edibles

out of the carousel.

No.

I'm in the corner thinking
of sweets

Oh, shit.

Girls, girls, did you eat the
adult candy from the carousel?

Please stop dancing
for a second.

Please stop dancing.
Now, look.

You're not in trouble,

but I need to know because
you can get very sick.

Did you eat the gummies
and the brownies?

I had beer.

You had beer?
But no candy?

I had candy and beer.

You had both?
Great.

Gemma?

Brownies.
Lots of brownies.

Oh, my God.

Everyone get together
and go

Clap, clap!

- Hey, buddy.
-Hey.

Hey, Liam.

What?

Do you want to know
what I'm doing?

No.

- Okay.
-Okay.

What's this?

Going over the plan
one last time.

Had to make some adjustments
since I have no crew.

Boxcar is this cripple,
Teas is dead, and Jelly's rich.

I'm available.

Yeah?

What can you do?

I can be your wheelman.

I appreciate the offer, son,

but a wheelman has to know
how to drive.

If we get caught,
I go to juvie.

It's a win-win.

Not for me.

Then I can be your lookout.

A Black kid as a lookout.

You're a cop magnet.
No thank you.

Hmm.
Let's see, here.

Look at him.
Like Mario Andretti.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

We gotta get out of here ASAP.

Why?
What's up?

- energetic rock music

What the fuck?

It's the extra parts.

Hope they don't have anything
to do with the brakes.

Come on.

-There he is.
-Yep.

Sure you want to do this?

It's what he wanted.

He wanted to be cremated.

I don't know.
I'm supposed to say something.

Yeah.
Go for it.

Shitload of stuff I wanted
to tell him.

Never gonna get the chance
to now.

Like what?

Fuck you, Terry.

Think I know
what Terry would've liked.

At first I was afraid

I was petrified

Kept thinking I could never
live without you by my side

But then I spent
so many nights

Thinking 'bout how you
did me wrong

And I grew strong

And I learned
how to get along

Hey!

The fuck you doing?

-We should be going.
-Yeah.

laid-back music playing

Hey, girls.
How you doing?

-Daddy, I'm hungry.
-Me too.

Still?

You guys had brownies, gummies,

all the beer nuts and every bag
of chips in the bar.

I think they have the munchies.

Thanks, Kermit.

All right,
I'll cook you some more fries.

-French fries.
-Yes.

Hey, babe.
How's it going?

I tried, Kev.

I tried to get her to change
her mind, but I couldn't.

Oh, she'll come around.
She always does.

How are the girls?

The girls are great.

Uh, they're fed.
Just hanging out.

I knew you could do it.

Yeah, well, they were
a handful this morning,

but, uh, they kind of mellowed
out as the day went on.

-What's Louisville like?
- Weird.

I saw a horse in a field

just walking around
doing horse stuff.

- Carol like it?
-For now.

I almost broke her,

but she distracted me
with a bourbon tasting.

What's a bourbon tasting?

It's when you drink

a whole bunch of
different bourbons straight.

-So you did shots?

Yeah, but
they call it a tasting here.

I need you to bring the girls
down here,

beg her to move back.

She'll listen to them.

Where'd they go?

Where did who go?

V, I gotta go.
I love you. Bye.

Kermit, where'd they go?

energetic rock music

Girls?

The 5:55's "Let It Out"

I watch my step

I'm getting closer

You bite your lip
and pull me under

-You bitch.
- You watch your back

I'm seeing blind

A one-way

Oh, oh, oh,
let it out, now, out now

Oh, oh, oh,
let it out

Yeah

- Debbie!

Here we go.

Come on!

Yeah, come on,
let it out

Yeah, come on,
let it out now, out now

I'm just gonna put it all back.

And I'll just take it
back down again.

I don't want you
to sell the house.

Oh, yeah?
You should've said something.

Debs!

No!

Look, we can just keep on
doing this

until I give up or you give up,

but me, Ian, Carl, Liam?

We're moving out.

I mean, you make good money
with your handywoman business.

All right?

You can afford a nice place
to rent.

-No, it's not about the money.
-Then what is it?

I want Franny
to have what I had.

I want her to grow up
with family.

I don't want her to be alone.

She's not gonna be alone.

All right?
We're all gonna live nearby.

That is not the same.

Look, we'll do a family dinner.
All right?

Every week at my place.
Everybody has to show.

No excuses.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Whole deal, all right?

Silverware, napkins,
real cooking, all right?

No takeout.

Okay.
Think about it.

All right.

Now in the meantime,

do you think you could please
stop sabotaging everything?

Do you know Liam's been out

looking for a new place
to live today?

-What?
-Yeah.

He thinks that
if you guys sell the house,

he's gonna be homeless,

so he's looking
for a new place to live.

Shit.

-He's home?
-Mm-hmm.

Hey, man.

Um, you got a sec?

Sure.

Say, if we sell the house,
you, um...

you worried about
where you gonna live?

Yeah.
I don't want to be homeless.

Well, I'm sorry.
That's, um...

that's my fault.

You know, things have been
really crazy for me lately

and I just--

I had no idea how stressed out
you were about this.

But Tami and I talked
and, um...

we want you
to come live with us.

-You do?
- Yep.

And I promise, all right?

You don't have to worry
anymore, okay?

We're gonna find a great house.

You can have your own bedroom

and, I don't know,
maybe even your own bathroom.

You serious?

Yeah.
As a fuckin' heart attack.

-Is that--
-No.

quirky dramatic music

No way.

Attention please

All eyes on me

Attention, please

All eyes on me

Wanna see?
All eyes on me