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For 20 bucks,

I'll tell you what happened last week on Shameless.

Thanks.

You're gonna have to have an abortion.

- Hell, no. I'm not aborting my baby. - Our baby.

You need to call your family. Your dad's dying, Ian.

Fuck, Ian.

We're down to two babies.

- What happened? - Huey ate Dewey.

- You almost killed Liam. - I didn't do it on purpose.

- Yeah, but you did it. - I'm not guilty!

Liam almost died!

I heard you talk about my little brother

on the bus this morning.

(CHANTING) Cocaine baby brother.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Oh, fuck.

I could watch Liam for you if you wanted.

I'll send you a text picture every 30 minutes.

- I need a gun. - Who you gonna kill?

Alibi got robbed. They stole the keg that I keep the money in.

We can't be boyfriend and girlfriend.

- Why are you breaking up with me? - Because you're too young.

Get the fuck out of my house!

- Is Sheila gonna be mad at me? - She's out of town.

With this plea agreement, you will be a felon.

You will be under house arrest until further notice.

How do you plead to possession and child endangerment?

I'm guilty.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

(ALARM BUZZING)

Do you have any sanitary pads?

- You got your period? Wonderful. - I don't want to talk about it.

- Ever. - I get it. I get it.

We have tampons, upstairs bathroom, under the sink.

- You need me to walk you through... - No. Nope.

Why are you baking at 7 AM?

My probation officer's coming today and I'm freaking out.

- Is your room clean? - Why does my room need to be clean?

She's gonna tear the joint apart

looking for anything that can get me in trouble.

I only have, like, clothes and school stuff and makeup.

Debs, just do me this one favor, okay? I can't take any chances.

I'm not the one who left the cocaine out.

- Do it. - God.

- Get out. - Hungry.

We have half a bag of cereal.

Two packs of oatmeal, and four frozen waffles.

You need to clean your room before school.

Get rid of anything that can make me look like a bad parent.

Go. Now. Those are for my PO.

Upstairs.

Are you dead?

Not a chance. Where were we?

Number nine, rob a convenience store.

Number 10, recycle scrap metal. Number 11, prostitution.

Nix that one. My thrill drill is out of juice.

SAMMI: You got to be kidding me!

- Number 12, sperm bank. - See number 11.

Some sheik named "Fahid Ahmed Habib"

or whatever, is getting a brand-new set of lungs.

- Government flew him in. - We get the newspaper?

Sheila does. Look. Look. Shaking hands with his surgeon.

Some towelhead gets to jump the line because he's an "important ally?"

Guy's got eight teenage wives dressed in tablecloths.

- Won't even let them drive. - Look, Sammi.

Chuckie and I are trying... We're writing...

Oh, fuck it. Show her, Chuckles.

"Kidnap a Walton heir. Roadside fruit stand."

"Contract killer?" What are these?

Ways to make money for my surgery.

Hey! What about an app version of my book?

The drug book that I'm writing?

- (COUGHING RUGGEDLY) - Got to keep hope alive, right?

Easy, honey.

(BREAKING WIND)

- (FRANK GROANS) - (GIGGLES)

Here's your oxys and your perkies.

Just like Mama used to make.

Whoa, that is bad.

Okay, all you glu-tards in the house, wheat-free flapjacks are ready.

- Get them while they suck. - Hey, short-stack! High five.

What's up with your kid, Phil? Why's he so damn calm?

He's got brain damage.

Got to tell you, man. I didn't think this was gonna work.

Adorable. He yours?

No, brother. Deadbeat parents and so on.

So you take care of him?

Yeah. Yeah, no. I do my best.

Cool.

- So enjoy. - Ever get a break from watching him?

Sure, yeah. Sometimes.

I'm free tomorrow morning.

- Around 11. - Great.

Bye.

Hey, what can I get you, sir?

Jesus Christ, Carl.

- Yes, Deborah? - Can I use the bathroom?

- Again? - Girl stuff.

So the bedrooms are all clean. Who else lives in the house?

My two brothers, Carl and Liam.

My sister, Debbie, and sometimes my brother Lip.

- All younger? - Yes.

- Will they help you not re-offend? - Well, yeah. I'm their guardian.

Is the family fully aware of the crime committed?

Oh, yes.

Do you have plans to leave the state of Illinois for any reason?

No.

Are you in possession of firearms or dangerous weapons?

No.

Are you in contact with anyone who may cause you

to engage in drug and alcohol abuse?

No.

Is anyone else in the household in trouble with the law?

No. Not in the household.

You must get tired of asking these questions every day.

Do you want a cookie? I baked them myself.

If you consider squeezing batter from a tube baking.

Look, I'm not your friend.

I'm here to make sure you don't violate the terms of your probation.

Right.

So when can I get out of here and start looking for a job?

I'm the sole earner, and money's pretty tight.

You can't leave the house until the report is filed.

- How long does that take? - Five to ten business days.

Two weeks?

Sometimes quicker, but I wouldn't count on it.

What happens if I leave? Does this thing, like, detonate?

If you attempt to leave the residence,

a radio frequency transmitter will send

an alert to our service computer center,

and you, Miss Fiona, will be in deep shit.

I need a urine sample so that I can test you for drugs.

No problem.

And I need to watch.

What? Me pissing?

To be sure it's yours.

Believe me, I enjoy this even less than you do.

You need to wipe first.

(GROANING)

Morning.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

It is afternoon. You sleep all day.

(TURNS ON WATER)

(GASPS)

- I have baby soon. I cannot work. - Jeez.

He must take care of me and baby. You go.

We do not need you.

You sleep here tonight in this house?

I kill you.

I bash your orange head.

- Mm-hm. - (SHOUTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Yeah.

♪ (POP SONG) ♪

What?

- No! - Come here.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Is this for real? Are you really back?

For real. For now.

Oh, my God. You bastard, I missed you so much.

You're a piece of shit. You had me so worried.

- Not one call? - I texted.

Yeah. Real detailed. "Miss you guys, having fun."

I didn't want you to worry.

Well, I worried more, asshole. Where the hell were you?

- The army. I enlisted. - The army?

Yeah, I wanted to find myself. Didn't think I could do it here.

Don't you have to be 18?

Don't know, don't care. I left. Stuff got nuts.

- What "stuff?" - Oh, military trying to control me.

Isn't that what the military does?

Got sick of it. But, hey, I met some amazing folks.

Got all these great ideas. I'm a different person.

- We can talk about that later, right? - Sure.

- Do you want a sandwich? - Yeah! Oh, starving.

It's yours.

- Nice hardware. - Yeah, my winter boots don't fit.

All I can get on are fuck-me pumps and tennis shoes.

- Are you okay? - Yeah. Yeah, great. Why?

- You seem a little caffeinated. - I quit smoking.

So what's next for you?

I've been thinking about apprenticing with this electrician I met.

- You know, learn how to wire stuff. - What about high school?

Frank finished high school. It worked out great for him.

- You have to finish, Ian. - I don't have to do anything.

I'm done living the way other people want me to live.

But, hey, thanks for the sandwich.

Welcome home.

Yeah, it's a nice little piece. Quick to action, doesn't jam.

VERONICA: Easy, baby.

- What else you packing? - What do you mean, like, dick-wise?

No, I mean, that's not your only weapon, is it?

Well, how many guns does a guy need?

Well, it depends.

If you wanna create the illusion of safety,

then one piece is plenty.

But if you really wanna be ready in the event of an emergency,

you'll need to step it up.

One for every room in the house. One for your car.

One at work. And at least two on your person.

How many guns do you own?

I got a Bushmaster AR15.

An HK USP .45, Glock 23 .40 cal.

My Sig Sauer P2269 mm, .22 Magnum.

A Ruger SP101 and my Walther P22.

I know a guy. I can hook you up.

My motto is "Prepare and prevent, don't repair and repent."

What the hell is this, poolside at the Flamingo?

We got a line of clients upstairs with their hands down their pants.

- Go to work. - (SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

And you, don't think you're getting off

just because you're about to drop a patty from your fur-burger.

- "Fur-burger?" - She won't shave.

- I like the way God made me. - That's nice.

You're late again, I'm gonna dock you 50.

- Carrot Boy is gone. - Who's Carrot Boy?

He knows who.

- Where'd he go? - I don't know. I made him leave.

No room for him when baby comes.

The fuck do I care?

And shave your fucking muff.

Teacher told me to come down to the office.

I wish I could say it's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Gallagher.

- Your handiwork? - I don't want to brag.

We have a problem.

They're the ones with the problem. Can't fight for shit.

- Why did you assault these students? - Talking smack about my brother.

All of them?

And that one's got stupid hair. That one smells like bologna farts.

And the one whose hand you smashed in a locker?

And the one you pushed down the stairs?

Too short, maybe? I don't remember.

You're hereby suspended from school.

8 AM, Friday morning,

you will come back with a parent or guardian

and you will apologize to all these children

in the presence of their parents,

or your suspension will last indefinitely.

- Which means? - Expulsion.

Which means?

Go home, Carl. Come back with a parent.

I can't wait to see who created you.

Hey.

My first class tomorrow is at 11:30, so we're gonna stay here tonight.

And then Friday it's 8 AM.

So we're gonna stay at the dorms tomorrow night.

Got it. Got it. Hi! Hi.

- There we go. - Hi, my big boy.

Did you miss me today? I missed you, too.

(FIONA COOING)

Oh, you brought dinner. That's great.

That means we can move tonight's mac and cheese to tomorrow,

which gives us an extra day of food before we panic.

Panic?

I got to pay the heat and electric before I buy groceries.

It's pretty bleak. I got a check coming from the cups.

But that's gonna cover rent.

Food-wise, we're low on everything but macaroni and mayonnaise.

You saved nothing from your job?

I was trying to catch up on old bills.

- How did he do today? - Yeah, he's fine.

- Carl got suspended. - Shut up, ass-brain.

- Hi, Lip. - Hey, kiddo. How are you?

- Hey, bud. - Hey.

I need someone to go to school with me

Friday morning or I'll be expelled.

Well, I can't leave the house yet. They need to reschedule.

- Did you tell them I'm stuck at home? - No.

Well, go in tomorrow and tell them I'm sick.

I have shingles or mono.

- I'll take you, bruiser. What time? - 8 AM.

Oh, fuck. I got class. Can you make it later, around noon?

- Parents will be there and stuff. - Hi, new family.

Door was open. I won't stay long.

Just want to let you know Dad's at Sheila's house.

We're living there a bit.

It's a really great place. Plenty of room, lots of light.

Thanks for the update.

Any of you guys have any extra cash? Dad wants money for his surgery.

Why not get a job?

My career is taking care of Pops before he goes.

Well, we're broke. Wish we could help you.

Okay. Doesn't hurt to ask.

If anyone wants to stop by, give his morale a boost.

Hope can heal.

Can hope make up for the years of misery that he put us through?

Maybe. Come by. Find out.

He doesn't deserve to go out like this.

No one does.

Why not ask Frank to go to school with you, Carl?

- Ian here? - He's upstairs.

Ian's here?

See you left. Took all your shit.

Your bride threatened me with a claw hammer.

- You're back! - Oh, hey, guys. Oh, man.

I missed you guys.

- Hey, man. - Hey.

- Lip says you stole a helicopter. - I tried to.

Kind of tipped it. Blades snapped. Motor caught fire.

Awesome. You shoot anyone?

I never left basic.

You can't shoot anyone there?

You can. I didn't.

You shot no one. You flew nothing.

Why did you go there in the first place?

- Relationship issues. - Yeah, you okay?

Yup, all good.

Cool. Alright. Let's go get some dinner, dorks.

- I'll catch up with you later, yeah? - Yeah, later, man.

- Alright. - Come on, dork.

- You coming back? - Depends.

Will you suck my dick whenever I want?

Fuck off.

- What you writing? - Stuff. Notes, ideas.

I'll do it.

Do what?

- Don't make me say it, asswipe. - Suck my dick.

Whenever I want.

Peas.

- I thought of something. - Be specific.

We could sell the house.

- Which house? - This one. Sheila's.

We don't have the title. Sweet potatoes.

Don't need it. We put a sign out front, offer way below market.

Have people make cash offers for earnest money.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

Earnest money? Lentils.

They give us three percent of the purchase price.

We say we'll take it off the market. We don't, of course.

We just grab the cash.

Do this four or five times, rake in maybe 11 grand.

- Christ on a crumb bun. - I know, right?

Nothing like a major scam to lift a person's spirits.

How do you know all this?

I may have done this once or twice with one or more husbands.

You really are a Gallagher.

(ALARM BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

So then my TI comes crashing through my door, right?

And chases me. I'm so scared.

I run smack into a water fountain, bust it right off the wall.

- What? - Water sprays everywhere.

And he wakes everyone up at 2 AM in the morning,

forces them to watch me do push-ups in cold water while singing.

Singing?

♪ Well, then it's hi, hi, hey The army's on its way ♪

♪ Count off the cadence Loud and strong two, three ♪

♪ For wherever you go You will always know ♪

♪ That the army goes marching along ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

Everything okay? Still in school?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's under control.

- Is Mickey here? - Yeah, he's upstairs. Why?

You always so goddamn noisy in the morning?

- What? - Your wife's water broke. Let's go.

- Where? - The hospital.

- She's having the baby? - Tell her I said good luck.

- You're not gonna go be with her? - Hell, no. I got work.

It's not the baby's fault you guys are a shit show.

Yeah, and it's not my fault the bitch got knocked up.

- Who the fuck knows if it's mine? - You're an asshole.

Congrats.

Full house, like old times. Smells good. Leftovers?

You destroyed my art project. It's completely ruined.

- You're such a bitch! - Whoa, Debbie!

She went into my room, she trashed all of my stuff,

and she kicked all of my clothes under the bed.

- I asked you to clean up. - Did you?

She went through mine, too.

She threw away my porn, my nunchucks, and my taser.

You know how many police dumpsters I had to go through to find that?

I told you to get rid of that stuff.

I hid it so the stupid PO wouldn't find it.

Well, luckily, your stupid sister found it first.

God, maybe next time you'll do what I ask, both of you.

There's macaroni salad sandwiches for lunch.

- Extra mayo. - Don't need it. I'm suspended.

Well, you still need to eat.

We're gonna get out of here, okay? We'll be back for dinner tonight.

- Well, Lip, you can leave Liam here. - I got him.

- No, Lip. - Fiona, just get some sleep, okay?

Hang out with V. Relax for fuck's sake.

You guys text me if anything's going on, okay?

Come on, Carl. Let's go.

- Where are you going? - To Sheila's.

- Why? - See if Frank can take me to school.

- Well, when will you be back? - Later. Get off my ass.

- Bye, Ian. - Bye, Debs.

Hey.

Want some more?

You got any cash you could toss my way?

I'm working a double tonight. You want to stop by?

Yeah, sure.

Got nothing better to do than watch pruney queens

slap their sacks against your ass cheeks.

Shit!

Hey! Guys!

(ALARM BEEPING)

Hi, Sheila left me a key.

- I'm so glad you came. Welcome. - Supposed to water the plants.

- Why is there a for sale sign out? - Dad, Debbie and Carl are here.

Can you come with me to school tomorrow morning?

Have to cancel my morning spin class.

I got suspended for bullying.

Need a parent to come with me to apologize.

Apol... (SCOFFS) Outrageous.

Feed me numbing agents and drag me to the ring.

- You're in no shape to go anywhere. - He needs to or I'll get expelled.

I'm so sorry, Carl. But he's too weak.

- Could I borrow a long sweater? - Of course, honey.

- Here. - Thanks.

Do you need anything else?

Oh, okay.

Hey, Carl.

If you grab those balloons and tie them to the sign out front,

I'll let you hold my gun.

I got my period, but all Fiona has are tampons

and I'm saving my virginity until I become a woman.

Okay, first of all,

you can't lose your virginity to a tampon.

It has to be a penis with a man attached.

And second, you're already a woman. Officially.

From the moment Aunt Flo came knocking at your vagina.

Then why won't my boyfriend have sex with me until I'm 16?

Wow, they still make them like that? You got a good one.

Tampons are varsity level, and you are still JV.

- Here, try these. - Thanks.

Could I stay here tonight?

I love a sleepover. Absolutely.

(ALARM BEEPING)

Hey, what's up?

I'm trying to take the trash out. Could you come help?

- Sure. You need anything else? - How about a gallon of vodka?

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Thanks.

So we have Legos, Mr. Potato Head, dinosaurs, cars.

Make sure he eats at least half his PB&J

before you give him his Cheetos.

And he hasn't pooped today,

but he'll usually grab his butt and yell, "Doody bomb!"

So you'll have fair warning. What else?

Keep an eye on his crayons. He likes to jam them up his nose.

Okay, got it. This kid, total dreamboat.

The men in my life should be half as charming.

Okay, then we got Band-Aids, butt wipes.

Stuffed monkey, of course.

Two bouncy balls, two puzzles, very Hungry Hippos.

And then we've got a thermometer and then children's Tylenol.

You know, just in case he gets a fever.

Okay, how long are you gonna be gone for?

Three hours. But you can't be too careful.

You're really a good person.

No, if I were a really good person,

then I would quit school and I'd stay home full time.

Well, who does that help?

Right.

Okay, so I'll be back at two. Is that still cool?

Don't forget about the ABC party tonight at the dorm.

- What's that? - You know. "Anything But Clothes."

Duct tape, caution tape, trash bags, bed sheets.

I got a lit paper due tomorrow, but that sounds fun.

Here you go.

And thank you so much for doing all this.

I wish I could think of a way to repay you.

I'm sure you'll think of something.

- Hey. Hi. - Hey.

So, I got a lab at half-past, so I only got, like, 20 minutes.

That's okay. I'm quick.

Right, and also, I'm kind of going through some shit.

So I'm not really looking for anything too...

Dude, I'm cold, I'm horny. Let's do this.

Okay. So your laundry room or mine?

(LIVELY CHATTER ON TV)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES RAPIDLY)

What the fuck are you doing here?

I brought you a little gift.

Cronuts. I stood in line 40 minutes. Only let me have two.

What do you want?

A trendy hybrid pastry for starts.

Yo! Mike told me.

The coke, the kid, jail.

I can't imagine what you're going through.

I'm stuck in this fucking house.

I just organized Carl's T-shirts in color order.

I'm going mental.

Can't even make it to the sidewalk without bells going off.

So should I be expecting a knock on my door?

- What for? - It was my coke.

That's why you're here. To see if I ratted you out to the police.

- And to check on you... - Fuck you.

- Yes or no? - No, asshole. I should have.

- They would have let me off easier. - Yeah, why didn't you?

Because I hate myself for a number of reasons right now

and I'm not going to add being a snitch to the list.

You ruined my life, you know that?

Dropping that little bomb on Mike in front of your family.

I did you a favor, okay?

The cup job sucks and my brother's a boring yuppie asshole, alright?

VERONICA: Hey, girl. Sorry I took so long.

Got held up in the bathroom by the two girls in my gut

sitting on my bladder blocking my functions.

- Damn, you look like hell. - Yeah, I'm not sleeping.

Good thing I brought over some snooze juice.

Alright, alright.

We're accepting cash-only offers to expedite the sale,

which is why the price is so low.

Our lawyers will hold the money in escrow.

We need to unload it fast. Paying two mortgages is killing us.

Plus, Dad needs to get to a warmer climate ASAP.

- I mean, look at him. - Easy, Grandpa.

We're looking to do a renovation, a four-month turnaround.

We'll purchase under ask. All cash.

Duke it out with the Hasids.

Put an offer about ten minutes ago. Skinny dudes. You could take them.

This couch is for sale, and that table, and the TV.

- How much for this chair? - How much you wanna pay?

- Well, how about... - SAMMI: Cash only. Please.

Dad, it's working. They're falling for it.

- Isn't this fun? - Yeah.

- You okay? - Yeah.

I'm conserving my energy for Carl's thing tomorrow.

Every gun's loaded, okay?

So here we got your Bushmaster XM-15 semi-automatic.

Premium 16-inch chrome-lined profile barrel.

Oh, sweet.

What about home protection? I got three little ones on the way.

- Safeguarding the old homestead. - Hey, second amendment, brother.

Got to protect my freedom one bullet at a time.

Okay, so Milkor.

M32 MGL-140 grenade launcher.

Protects a shitload of freedoms.

Six-round cylinder, double-action, military grade weapon.

Missing a few parts, but it still shoots.

It's heavy.

What are we talking here? How much?

Well, around five grand.

- Five thousand dollars? - Yeah.

Come on, man. How much for the bat?

Holy shit. I got to go.

- Holy shit. - That's it?

FIONA: Concierge. Medical coder.

Transcriptionist? I don't know what half this shit is.

Other than supremely boring?

No one needs me anymore, V.

Debbie's dating. Lip's in college.

Carl's in trouble at school and I can't help him.

Who knows what's up with Ian.

They're all growing up. What did you expect?

Time for you to figure out your own needs.

Tech support provider. Underqualified.

Translator. Underqualified.

- There's porn. - Overqualified.

Hey, what are you doing?

Finding ways to make money from home.

Hey, is something burning?

- Smell that? - Oh, shit. Oh, shit!

- Shit! - Oh, my God. Oh, shit.

- (SMOKE DETECTOR BEEPING) - Fire in the hole.

- Not my hole. - (BOTH LAUGHING)

- You just let it burn? - We got distracted.

Oh, God.

You're shit-faced.

Since when is it a felony for a Gallagher to drink?

Calm down. It's my fault. I brought the vodka.

- And poured it down her throat? - You told me to relax.

Somebody shut that thing up!

Fuck. Burn the house down, okay? Burn the food, too.

I can always steal some more from my shitty work-study job.

I'm going through something here.

Yeah, it looks like you went through about five beverages in an hour.

Have another one. Why not? You're your own woman. Right?

No, bang the boss's brother.

Leave coke out on the table for the kids. Get arrested.

Do whatever the fuck you need to do. I've got this.

Carl, go upstairs, get your toothbrush and something to sleep in.

He has the suspension meeting tomorrow.

No worries. I'll get him to Sheila's.

Stay up all night studying. I mean, what the fuck?

It's just an applied physics quiz. Where's Debbie?

She's at Sheila's with Sammi.

- Veronica! - Yeah?

- You're not answering your phone? - I didn't hear it. What's up?

- Carol. She's in labor. - What? Oh, shit.

- Wish us luck. - There's something burning.

- Let's go. Come on. - No.

Hey, come on. Lip, please. You don't have to take them.

- You're right. I don't. - Come on. What about dinner?

- (SMOKE DETECTOR CONTINUES) - Enjoy.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) Shut up!

(GUTTURAL SCREAM)

(UP-TEMPO POP MUSIC PLAYS)

Those fingers go anywhere near that cock,

I'm gonna break every knuckle in your hand, all 15 of them.

Settle down, rumble fish.

Anyway, a hand only has 14 knuckles.

You want to fucking die?

We got invited to an after-hours at the loft of one of my regulars.

It's fun. What's wrong with fun?

Nothing unless it involves some fat faggot shoving his hands down...

What the fuck?

I mean, I think about him all the time.

Whenever my brain pauses, he just shows up.

Even when I don't want him to.

What do you think about?

Like, his hair, his eyes. Sometimes just his name.

- Is that normal? - Absolutely.

Because my two friends, Holly and Ellie?

They're always like, "Boys are stupid"

and they act like they hate them.

- But I never feel that way. - How do you feel?

This is weird. Like I want to protect him.

- Is that weird? - No, honey.

I also feel sick and dizzy.

That's how everyone gets when they're falling in love.

But I thought it was supposed to feel good.

It does sometimes.

The good parts are so good,

you're willing to suffer unbelievable amount of pain just to get to them.

That's why I have been married three times and engaged 12.

- But when do the good parts start? - Well, right now it's hard.

He changed the rules a little bit by dumping you.

Best thing to do? Act like you don't give a shit.

How do I do that?

Well, hang out with him. Make yourself pretty.

Give him the opportunity to consider what he gave up.

That's how a woman handles things.

And then he'll want me back?

Have to be patient. This is a long con, baby.

You're in it to win it. Stay the course.

Got it. Thanks for talking to me.

I can't talk to Fiona about any of this stuff.

She's a total spaz right now.

But also, I think she's afraid of ending up alone.

That's her shit, not yours.

FRANK: All done! Need help wiping and walking.

Coming, Dad! Be right back.

- P.S., I love having a sister. - Me, too.

(ALL CHEERING)

- Hey, kiddo, you doing okay? - Yeah, is college always like this?

Ask Ron.

Well, I don't party that much.

I try not to play more than eight hours of Minecraft a day.

You start doing better in school, all this could be yours.

College rules.

(LIGHT CHATTER)

(LAUGHS) Whoa.

Check out these digs. Look at that view.

What does this joker do?

He's an engineer and part-time photographer.

I think he took some of these pictures actually.

Oh, yeah?

Why did he want you to come here then, huh?

Oh, come on, not everybody wants something from me, Mick.

- Ian. - Hey!

- So happy you could make it. - Ryan.

Oh, good to be here. Hey, this is Mickey.

Delighted to meet you. Could I get either of you a cocktail?

Yeah, you got beer?

I've got some craft brews, a Stout, IPA, Winter Wheat.

How about beer?

Right. Could I be any more of a fag? One beer coming up. Ian?

Let's see what you got.

- You're new. Hi. - Hey.

- You here with Ian? - Yeah.

He's great.

- So what do you do for living? - I run a business.

- What kind of business? - Hospitality.

Oh, nice. What realm?

I'm a pimp.

Wait, you're serious?

That's incredible. My dissertation is on transgender sex work

and symbolic interactionism

within the framework of hustler-client relations.

You got a card?

Night, Debs.

Night, Frank. Monica.

Good night, Fiona.

Good night, Lip.

Night, Carl and Ian.

(SOBS)

Good night, Liam.

(CRYING)

It's time.

Oh, shit. Time to be a daddy.

- Wait? What? We missed it? - Why didn't anyone wake us?

I told her not to. I needed to do this on my own.

Oh, hey.

Hey. Whoa!

He's nothing. He's just softness and goo.

Hey, buddy. I'm your daddy.

And your brother-in-law. How weird is that?

You know, he did that little thing that babies do

where they can smell their mommy's milk.

And he could hear my voice when I was talking to him.

And then he laid up on my chest.

And he found my nipple and he took a little snack.

You okay, Mama?

It's just a little emotional, that's all.

Did I take him too soon?

Here you go. Here's Grandma.

Oh, he's such... He's such a little angel.

He's an angel that you didn't want.

That was hypothetical.

But he came from me. He's part of me.

- Jesus, Mama. - I'm sorry.

I just didn't know I was gonna feel this way.

But he's just... He's just so beautiful.

It's okay, Mama.

You can visit him any time you want to.

- He's a little angel. - Kev.

- Kevin. - He's my little angel.

- Kev, she wants to keep him. - She can't.

- She's not gonna let go of that baby. - Well, she has to.

After everything I've been through, he's mine, V.

- Kev, three babies? - I don't care.

That boy is my son.

Look at me.

Hey, look at me.

There can be two.

Our two beautiful baby girls.

She's a good mom. She'll be great.

Look how well I turned out.

Yeah, well, the jury's still out on that.

I don't want to lose him, V.

He'll still be right there with Mom.

He'll still be your son.

Your boy. Her responsibility.

- Let him go, baby. - (SIGHS)

(SOBS QUIETLY)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Yeah?

I know you don't trust me.

I know you wanna punish me.

And I get it, I want to punish myself.

I have no way to prove myself to you or anyone.

But, Christ, Lip.

This relentless, passive-aggressive bullshit.

It's killing me.

I need my family back, okay?

Please?

Whoa! Whoa. Easy, killer. I'm taking breakfast orders.

Scrambled eggs, pancakes or French toast?

Eggs.

And what do you think he'll want?

How the fuck should I know, man? I'm not his keeper.

Right. Didn't mean to assume.

So did you guys just meet last night,

or are you together?

- Together. - Cool.

You're a lucky dude.

There you go. Fresh as a daisy.

You look terrific.

Now let's go knock them dead.

Good morning.

Frankly, Mr. Gallagher,

your son's behavior has been among the most egregious

I've seen at this school.

And I've been here a long time.

- Don't look a day over 90. - (SNICKERS)

He terrorizes these students

to the point that they move through my halls in fear.

School should not be a palace of terror.

It should be a temple of learning.

If children do not feel safe, how can they learn?

- They can't. - She's asking me, Chipwich.

The only way to get through to Carl

is have him face the truth of what he's done

and let him absorb it in a meaningful way.

Do that, okay?

He can't just do it. He needs to actively engage.

- Got any suggestions? - Yeah.

He should apologize to my kid and every other kid here.

- Individually. Like he means it. - Oh, spare us the Wiener act.

Bullying is a vital part of every ecosystem.

It teaches kids resilience.

The world is a rough place.

Bullying is like getting inoculated. It's a vaccine.

And you, little shit,

you got to learn to stay away from people like my son.

That's what you learn when you get punched in the face by a bully.

How do you think Steve Jobs turned out so great? Bullies.

And I guarantee Junior here

will be getting the hottest chicks when he's 30

because he got bullied today.

You want your kid to peak now?

My kid will be picking up garbage in an orange jumpsuit in ten years.

Your kid will be in med school curing cancer and getting laid.

You're welcome.

What if I wanna cure cancer?

Be lucky you don't get gonorrhea from your cell mate.

Spoken with love, son.

Home.

I am so proud of you, Dad.

Hey, congratulations, brother.

We lost him.

God, how? Stillbirth?

Carol. She kept him.

- He's not dead? - No. Just a little less ours.

Sorry to hear that, man.

- Hey, you still got two on the way. - I was supposed to have four.

I keep losing babies.

What if there was a Russian satellite

that took out all the communication in the world?

Poof! Two more babies gone.

Or if there was a mutant virus that turned us all into zombies?

- That's a movie. - Several movies.

So? It could happen.

See, babies change your perspective. There's danger lurking everywhere.

Now, I'm gonna start collecting survival gear.

Canned goods, medical stuff, walkie-talkies, flashlights.

My motto?

"Prepare and prevent, don't repair and repent."

- That's my motto. - You can't own a motto, Kermit!

- Get him! Get him. - He disappeared. What the heck?

He'll regenerate behind you in two seconds.

- Turn around. - Oh, no! He bit me in the back.

Oh, jerkface.

- So rude. - Oh, man.

Yeah.

- I'm glad we could stay friends. - Yeah. Yeah, me, too.

Do you wanna get a pizza?

I wish I could, but I have a date tonight.

Got to go home and get cleaned up.

OK. Yeah. Yeah, sure. No problem.

- But it was fun hanging out. - Yeah.

High five.

- See you. - I'll see you.

Hi. Hi.

Thanks.

No problem.

And so what have we learned?

Bullying is bad for society.

It hurts people and makes them feel bad.

- It must be stopped. - Very good.

Forgot my lunch.

Give me money.

Give me money, Chihuahua. Come on, give me money.

(English SDH)