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My life is falling apart,

and now we gotta take out valuable story time

to tell you what you missed last week?

Get your damn shit together.

I am dying.

I don't have anything solid to leave the kids.

Wouldn't it be great to be outlaws together again?

Time to turn over that betting money!

You want to buy Wendell's?

My family works there.

People in the neighborhood depend on it.

I will give you a $160,000

which is double what you paid for that lease.

I sold out Etta and I'm putting her

in assisted living against her wishes.

Deed, business license, liquor license, bill of sale.

She told us we were signing adoption forms.

I am new owner of Alibi.

You've been drinking?

I'm a human fucking being with issues.

And I don't need another one.

Get out. Please. And get help.

Coming in, buddy?

FUCK you!

Look, I'm getting some new IDs, some cash and heading to Mexico.

You should come.

This goodbye?

Let's ride.

The fuck you looking at?

Still haven't told me your plan.

All right, I'm thinking a little bit of nipple pinching, then some ass eating.

- Seriously. - All right, okay.

- Go straight to fucking. Let's find-- - You're a fugitive, all right?

You can't just stroll across the Mexican border.

I told you, I got it covered.

Even learned me some Spanish.

What the fuck does that mean?

"Say that again, I'll shove your dick down your throat."

Do you have any money?

We'll get some.

Shit.

So you ever been to the beach?

No.

Sun all year round. No more freezing our asses off.

Just sandals and tequila from here on, man.

That's what kept me going in the joint.

The beach.

Us.

Bet your white ass burns like a motherfucker.

- Wanna hit this? - Yeah, pass that shit.

Don't fucking drop that shit.

Something else I wanna hit.

Yo, go take a leak.

Don't need to.

Go do yoga. Sing fucking Taylor Swift.

I don't give a shit, get out of the fucking car.

Go.

Come here.

Hey, I'm bottom now, too. If you wanna switch things up.

If I wanted to fuck a guy in the ass I would've stayed in prison.

Get lube, bitch.

Hey. Monica. Wake up.

Do you remember anything about last night?

No.

Me neither.

It looks like it was a fun one.

- Come here. - I fucking love you.

How much do we have left?

Six hundred.

Let's get out of here before they stick us with the bill.

- Where's my pants? - I don't know.

Yeah.

Am I gonna have to hire a new dishwasher?

If I catch you drinking on the job again-

So you wanna breathalyze me?

What's that for?

I sold the laundromat.

Shit, already? How much you lose?

I didn't.

You believe it?

Once I pay off the mortgage and pay Etta back for the improvements,

I'll have 75 grand.

God, I know I should take it to the bank,

but fuck, I can't stop staring at it.

I didn't think I'd make this much money in my life.

Yeah, you better cash that before it bounces.

Hey, do you know anything about mutual funds or IRAs?

Figure I should be smart with the money.

After I blow a little on something fun.

Can you pretend to be happy for me?

Oh, no, I gotta go.

You know, those of us in the underclass, we have shit to do.

- Hey, man. - Hey,

can you believe Fiona fucking sold the laundromat?

Yeah, I can barely hear you.

I'm on the rig, I'm working a double.

All right. Well, I'll see you later tonight then?

Well, I'm actually sleeping at the station.

Okay-

Take care.

Hey, I'm getting pork rinds and a 40. You want anything?

Uh, coffee and a KIND bar.

- Bitch. - Fucking pussy.

- Fuck! Holy shit. - Go!Go!Go!Go!Go!

Drive the car! Drive the car! Drive the car!

You piece of shit fuckers!

Shit!

Damon, you fucking dumb fuck!

- Come on, what the fuck! - You said you were getting food!

I was, till this shit-for-brains here pulled his Glock out!

I thought when you said we were getting gas,

-we was gonna rob the fucking place. - I meant we were fucking getting gas!

Whoa! Wake and bake?

Saging. I read it'll help get that backstabbing cunt's bad juju

out of our house. Is that what you're wearing?

It's a machine parts company.

You don't wear loafers operating a drill press.

You're applying for a job. You wanna make a good impression.

Not just any job. A man's job.

- I let Svetlana take- - Don't even think of saying her name.

You know what to call her.

I'm sorry. I let "that backstabbing cunt" take my balls.

Well, my nanny days are over.

I'm gonna support this family and I'm gonna get my balls back.

Here, take a look at this.

Kev, you misspelled "résumé" on your résumé.

Well, what about the rest of it?

What rest of it? There's only one line.

Well, I only had one job. And I've never written one of these before.

You gotta beef it up. Sometimes people write their goals.

You want me to tell them I wanna make as much money

doing as little work as possible?

We got enough to last us for a while.

Hey, did any bartending gigs come up on that alert thingy on your phone?

Yeah, but only at fancy places. You gotta be a certified mixologist.

Remember all a bartender had to do was pour a shot and tap a keg?

Now you can't even work behind a bar

without knowing how to make Campari-fennel aperitif.

Yeah. Who puts fennel in a drink? And what is fennel?

Got me.

Lip?

Lip?

- Jesus! - You said you had the drinking

under control.

No, I-- Hey, I'm in the fucking shower!

I don't give fucking care, Lip.

Mrs. Joseph said she saw you on the El Train

so fucked up that you couldn't even walk.

I went to a meeting.

- Don't fucking lie to me. - I'm not.

All right? I hate AA, I think it's fucking stupid, but I went.

Are you gonna go back?

If I say yes, will you let me finish cleaning myjunk?

Thank you.

You know, I'm getting pretty tired of everybody telling me

what to do all the time.

Get your shit together, we won't have to.

So, uh, Fiona sold the laundromat.

That mean you're out of a job?

You think I want to fold laundry for the rest of my life?

I signed up forjunior college.

Oh, yeah? Studying what?

Malcolm X has a pretty good welding program.

- Welding? - Yeah.

What, so, you wanna be a welder?

I can apprentice with someone while I'm still in school.

Get certified in under two years and make up to 20 bucks an hour to start.

When's your next meeting?

Twenty minutes.

You know, maybe if you left, I could get dressed, and I wouldn't be late.

Welding, huh?

Yeah. Flux core, metal arc, gas arc, tungsten, MIG, TIG. Welding.

Gonna be a Jamba Juice. Cool, huh?

Yeah, it's really awesome watching your guys tear apart everything I built.

Too late for second thoughts.

Just came from the bank, I deposited the check.

Although, I took a picture of it first, so I can put it on my wall.

Feel good paying off the mortgage?

Didn't think you guys were gonna tear the place apart so soon.

We're hosting a happy hour, workers start the remodel tomorrow.

- Happy hour? - Hmm.

South Side Young Professionals.

- Get your hands off my washer!

Thief!

Guessing you didn't tell her yet.

No, I did, couple of times. She's got no short-term memory.

Lady, stop! Please!

It's not easy ripping someone from their home of 50 years.

You get used to it.

Come on! Come on!

You silly ass!

Jesus, lady!

Okay, Etta, Etta. Calm down.

Go call the police! They're taking everything!

I know. I know. Come on. Let's sit down.

What the hell's going on?

We talked about this, yesterday and last night.

- You have to leave. - Why?

'Cause there's asbestos in the walls.

And the city found out, and they want to shut us down.

That fucking Mayor Daley.

First, he hands the White House to that goddamn Catholic,

and now this crap.

I gotta get you out of your apartment.

Just for a few days. You can come home with me.

I can stay with you, Sandy?

Yep, I got a room all ready for you.

- Oh! I'll go pack! - Okay.

Oh, we'll have fun.

We can go out on the town,

and let the boys feel us up on the dance floor.

Hotel orgy loot.

Frank, give Debbie a wallet.

Or better yet, give her a ring, for their wedding.

I'm buying her a ring.

Oh, that is so romantic. I lost mine years ago.

You sold it for crack.

Let's see how this one looks on you, my love.

I think it's a real diamond.

Wow! I wonder how much Raoul is gonna give us for it.

We can't sell this.

- Why not? It's the best of the bunch. - No,no.

It fits like a glass slipper. It should never leave your finger.

Monica Jean Darrgen.

Yeah?

Will you marry me?

But what about getting money for the kids?

Let's give the kids something more valuable than money.

An example of real love.

And then we'll go back to work tomorrow?

Sure. Today, we proclaim how we feel before God and the whole world.

Pretty sure the whole world doesn't care.

Pretty sure God doesn't either.

Will you make me the happiest man in the world?

- Um... - Come on.

Yes!

Yes! Yes!

Yes!

We need new wheels, in case anyone made us back there.

Huh! Sounds about right.

All right, green one.

Oh, hell, no. Look at this Camaro.

Dumbass, the window on the green one is down.

There's no alarm.

But it's so beautiful.

Damon, you're on lookout.

Come on.

Come on, hurry up.

I'm a little out of practice.

No, you gotta-- It's the other--

- Do I tell you how to do EMT shit? - Can I just-- Yeah, I--

Leave the goddamn stealing to the experts.

Fuck--

Let's go.

Hope Damon knows how to hitchhike.

We're ditching him?

Mouth-breather's gonna get us arrested or killed.

Better it's just us. Adiés, motherfucker!

Mickey! What the fuck!

I thought to myself, "What are you doing, Robin?

"You have a 4.0 GPA. You were, like, president of your high school class."

I called my mom and dad, even though it was 2:00 a.m.

They were like, "We love you."

I haven't had a drink in seven months.

I was just elected rush chair of my sorority, and...

Man, you got a square?

- Yeah. - Thanks.

Appreciate it.

She still at it?

Yep.

I swear if I have to listen to the same bullshit story one more time

I can't be held responsible for my actions.

Yeah, listening to that shit makes me wanna drink more, not less.

You're new, right?

Yeah, it's my second meeting.

We should grab some coffee, swap some real drinking stories.

Look, you're hitting on me or you're trying to get me to buy into this crap.

Either way, I'm not fucking into it.

You don't think I'm attractive?

Look, I'm not doing any steps, all right?

I'm not making any fucking amends.

You think I'm being altruistic?

I'm doing it for me, man.

I still need this shit to stay sober.

I got work.

Come on, we can meet up after.

Just two drunks swapping war stories.

Whatever crazy shit you did, I bet I can top it.

Hi, is the job still open?

Hi.

Yeah.

Here's an application. is Spanish okay?

I was gonna have a tough enough time in English.

Let's see.

You know what, I can't find any in English.

I haven't been asked for one of those in a while.

Why don't I translate, I'll write in your answers for you.

Sounds good. Your writing's probably nicer than mine anyways.

Okay, name?

How do you say "Ball" in Spanish?

- Pelota. - I'm Kevin Pelota.

Pelota. How long have you been operating a CNC machine?

Was that English?

Do you know how to program a CNC machine?

Piece of cake.

- Are you lying? - No.

I want a man's job where you pull up your sleeves and get your hands dirty.

Get in your time machine.

Those jobs don't exist anymore, everything's computerized now.

Oh, computers. What is so special about computers, anyway?

I mean, sure, they seem awesome, they help you rip off movies,

but what happens when they become self-aware? Huh? Huh?

So how's this guy gonna sneak us into Mexico?

Fuck if I know. Pifiata?

These are pretty good beans, man.

Guess they don't call them beaners for nothing, huh?

Which one of them is your guy?

You sure we should be barging in on the party?

Hey, which one of you guys is Jesus?

I'm Jesus.

Oh, never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad I finally found Jesus.

- Hey. - Dishes are piling up.

What? Shit, Lip again?

Not his fault. Your parents are in the kitchen.

What? Hey!

I'm trying to talk to you! Hey, Frank!

Lip, come on.

- Get out of my kitchen. - Yeah, my sentiments exactly.

There's my first-born.

We want you to be our maid of honor!

- What? What are you talking about? - You're gonna love this.

Show her.

You stole a ring. So what?

How we acquired it is beside the point.

We're getting married.

You're already married.

- Only legally. - Yeah.

We're recommitting our hearts to each other.

Yeah, you need to find them first.

Hey, this is important.

Honor your father and mother.

He's working.

We're renewing our vows this afternoon.

_So__ - Which vows? The ones where you

put yourselves before everyone first?

Or the ones where you don't take responsibility for your actions?

Hey, all I had to do was pull out and you never would have been born.

You were too high to pull out.

Debbie's coming and Liam and I texted Ian, but I haven't heard back.

Oh, we gotta call Carl!

- Yes, Carl! - Carl's in military school.

You ever hear of a plane?

Out of curiosity, who's officiating this bullshit ceremony?

We don't need middlemen. This is between God and us.

Well, that's a good thing,

because no priest will come near you after

what happened at your first wedding.

Oh, yeah, didn't you puke on Father McDougal?

- Mmm-hmm. - You weren't even there.

I was there for the second one.

Oh, Christ. The naked wedding.

- That was beautiful. - If you were a pedophile.

Why do you two keep harping on the past? This is why your lives are so messed up.

Oh, yeah, that's the reason.

You deserved a better mother.

You needed me, I wasn't there.

I'm asking for a fresh start.

A new beginning for the family.

Please come.

Fuck it.

You're not gonna go, are you?

Fuck no.

Carlos gave me your name.

Which Carlos? I know 30 of them.

- Cook County Correctional. - Well, that narrows it down to four.

We need a coyote.

- For what? - To sneak us across the border.

You're already across the border.

No, the other side.

You want me to sneak you into Mexico?

Yeah. I want you to do whatever you do, backwards.

You're that vato from the news.

The one that made the prison chick fall for you.

The fuck she ever see in you, ese?

I could pull it out, but I don't wanna scare all the kids.

Dad.

It's time for me to dance with my little girl.

Wait, that's it?

I get caught with a fugitive, that's federal time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! What am I supposed to do?

Not my problem, homie. You're on your fucking own.

- The fuck you say to me? - Come on, come on, come on.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Hey, baby, I'm just making some lunch. How'd it go?

This is a land of pussy-men now.

Unless you have a computer, you don't stand a chance.

And when did not finishing high school mean you can't feed your family?

Don't worry about it, I'll get a job. I'll work for my mom at the salon.

But, what about my balls?

What about feeding our girls?

You said we were okay.

For a little while.

I'll work at your mom's then.

- Doing hair? - How hard can it be?

A new listing!

Cornrows, weaves.

- Black women love me. - Job tending bar.

I'll text you the address. You can be the first one there!

Nothing is getting in my way this time.

- Go get them, baby. I love you. - I love you.

Jesus! How long you been standing there?

I brought my cats.

You can bring two of them.

I'll get my stool.

Hey, what's all that?

Etta's. I'm bringing her to stay at the house

till a room opens up at assisted living.

- You want a hand? Yeah? - Yeah. Sure.

You believe Frank and Monica?

Never a dull moment when the shit show's in town.

- You got that? Yeah? - Yeah.

You know, I'd carry this stuff home for you

but my shift's not over.

That's all right. I don't need help.

- You bought a car? - Yep.

Only $425 a month.

You like it?

I'm here about the bartending job.

Are you 933'?

Do you want me to be gay?

If you're gonna work here.

Yeah, I'm gay.

What? I love cock.

Big cock, small cock, curved cock that looks like a banana.

You're a shitty liar.

- I'm a kick-ass bartender. - No.

- I've been doing it like 15 years. - No.

I need the job to feed my kids. Here, look, look at this picture of them.

Oh! Cute. No.

So now if I speak English and like vagina, I can't get a job?

- That's discrimination. - Oh, give me a break.

You can't deny me an opportunity because of my sexual orientation!

Who I choose to sleep with

in the privacy of my own home is none of your damn business.

All right.

One night, we'll see how you do. Go get changed.

Oh, I think that's the last of it.

This isn't your apartment, Sandy.

Well, I, uh, moved.

Why? This place is a shithole.

Who's the Negro?

Uh, this is Liam.

And they're not called that anymore.

- Debs! - In the kitchen.

Oh, thanks for watching Etta for a couple hours.

Yeah, I'm here anyways for Frank and Monica.

Can't believe you came for that.

It's for Franny. They're her grandparents.

Oh, this is a beaut, Sandy.

Here you go. You remember Debbie, right?

Hi, Etta.

she'll be here in case you need anything.

So chances are she'll just sit there for hours, but you never know.

Okay, I gotta get back to work.

Look what we found!

Yeah. Fiona! I knew you'd come!

Actually, I'm here to get Etta set up.

You're gonna wear that?

Well, it was hers before it was yours.

Oh! Knock yourself out. There's no chance I'm wearing that again.

Wait, Fiona, stay. Please.

Thanks, but...

No. Bye.

- HeY- - HeY-

Just got done with my shift.

- Hey. - What can I get you guys?

Just a coffee.

For your friend?

Is the cherry pie good?

Yeah? Okay, we'll try that.

And a piece of coconut pie.

And a slice of cheesecake.

And the bread pudding. It's for the table.

You pregnant?

You get sugar cravings, right?

Being fat's better than drunk.

So, let's hear if your drinking stories are as good as the Tri Delt's.

I don't know. I had a bad breakup last year.

Took a crowbar to a professor's car, and then took on a couple campus cops.

- How'd that go? - Not well.

Is that the best you got?

I pissed on a sorority mom.

Hey! Was she into it?

- No. Definitely not. - Oh.

Bummer.

I woke up in the hospital once.

Only once? Yeah, the third time I did that,

I ruptured my spleen.

Almost died.

Don't know how it happened to this day.

So that was your rock bottom?

Oh, fuck, no, no, no.

No. It was a combo of booze and angel dust.

Got all paranoid, I thought my girlfriend called the cops on me.

Locked her in our apartment, put a gun to her head, pulled the trigger.

I mean, the chamber was empty, thank God, I didn't know that.

But, yeah, I would've fucking killed her.

Yeah, you win.

So, when did you have your first drink?

Fourth grade.

First time you puked?

Fourth grade.

My parents, they um, they encouraged it.

Is that a joke?

Nah. I mean, everyone I knew drank.

You know, it was in our house, fflends'houses,schooL

It's everywhere. You know, that's just what the neighborhood's like.

Well, there's a reason people like it, you know.

Feels good.

Feels good waking up in the hospital?

I don't know.

Drinking, it, you know, it turns the volume down.

I don't know, it makes the world more tolerable.

Sounds like drinking might not be your only problem.

Holy shit. You're right. You know, I never thought of that.

Okay. Hey, all right!

Shit.

Thanks.

Enjoy.

Well, dig in, brother.

- Fiona! - Wow.

You just gutted the place.

Yeah, nothing worth keeping.

No offense. Ryan, Fiona.

- Hi. Nice to meet you. - Hi.

She used to own this space. Flipped it.

100% profit in under three months.

- You're shitting me. - He is not shitting you.

Just beginner's luck.

She likes to play it off like she didn't know what she's doing.

This one, shrewd as hell.

Well, networking event. So, I should go network.

Yep.

Chad bought a couple single-family houses over on Wallace,

now he thinks he's Herb Allen.

I didn't know that Chad invested on his own.

Yeah, when he doesn't have his lips pressed firmly up against Margo's ass.

Yeah, I used to have Chad's job.

That was four years of taking Margo's shit.

It was a better education than Wharton.

Am I supposed to know what Wharton is?

Okay. All right. Where did you go to school?

- Nowhere you've ever heard of. - Well, try me.

Ridgedale High.

I went to Tilden.

You're South Side?

Yeah, born and bred. My dad used to work construction.

He let me tag along in the summers. I got the building bug.

And that's actually the name of my company,

Building Bug.

- It's cute. - Thank you.

Yours?

Oh, I don't have a company. It was a one-time thing.

So did you get inside information on this place?

What, rezoning or something you knew would jack up the value?

Just right place, right time, you know?

What's taking her so long?

Maybe you didn't notice, but Fiona and Monica aren't exactly the same size.

I had to improvise.

You look as beautiful as the first time you wore it.

Oh, Frank.

Thanks.

I wrote my vows down.

"My handsome Frank,

"you're my best friend and the best fuck I ever had.

"Today, I commit to a new beginning together,

"to leaving the past in the past.

"I forgive you for everything you've done.

"For stealing my dad's car and driving it into Lake Michigan.

"For not telling me when you cut that batch of coke

"with just a touch of Drano.

"I forgive you for promising me to that drug dealer

"in exchange for crystal meth.

"I forgive you for dragging me three blocks with the car-"

Okay, sweetheart, that was an accident.

No, it wasn't, my love.

How was I supposed to know that your dress was caught in the door?

Because I was screaming.

The radio was blaring Layla, remember?

No. You were getting back at me for throwing you in front of the El.

If I hadn't climbed off the tracks, you would've killed me!

Yes, and it serves you right for fucking that slut

-with the cauliflower ears! - I was not fucking her!

- Yes, you did! - No, I didn't!

Don't fucking lie to me, Frank!

It was a blowjobl

Oh!

Frank!

Yeah, thanks for the sugar shock.

Yeah, no problem. See you around.

Hey, what, that's it?

What, no nuggets of wisdom?

Ever tried knitting?

What, knitting?

Yeah. Helped me to have a distraction, you know?

You stop drinking, all of the sudden you got all this free time on your hands.

I tried whittling but I kept cutting the shit out of myself.

What, so that's your key to staying sober?

Fucking knitting?

Well, I ain't fucking Yoda.

I mean, the only key to staying sober is not drinking.

Knitting and sugar help me stay sane.

That and meetings. So for what it's worth, you did the first step.

That's what this was? You know, I knew it.

Look, man, do the steps, don't do the steps,

I really don't give a shit. I ain't your fucking babysitter.

You really wanna stop drinking? I mean, you really want to?

Yes.

Then I hope I see you at the next meeting.

See ya.

You live here?

Sorry if it's chilly. The heatings's a little spotty.

I bought the building in foreclosure.

And I moved in so I could oversee the remodel,

but I never got it started.

Yo, you can start on service.

I got this.

Anybody order a hot piece of ass?

All right, here we go.

Feast your eyes, boys.

You can look but you can't touch.

Except you, you can touch. Go on, give it a little slap.

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Looks like the drinks aren't the only things that are stiff around here.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.

We still have to figure out a way to get across the border.

Could try swimming over.

Never learned how.

Seriously?

Huh.

Well, we could try driving.

They probably have my picture posted all over the border crossing.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Need to get some real money, man. Fuck.

All right. That bar we passed back there.

Are you fucking nuts?

- What? - This is Texas.

Everybody here is packing.

You got a better idea how to get cash?

Yeah. The bank.

Oh, check it out. Ian Gallagher, putting his big boy pants on.

Monica, open the door.

Go away.

You already forgave me for everything else.

What's one more?

Is it broken?

No.

You didn't hear my vows yet.

I stand here today because my life is

infinitely better with you, than without.

You remember the vows from our first wedding?

"I vow to love who you are and who you become.

"I vow to build a family and to create a loving home with you,

"filled with laughter and joy.

"I vow to be by your side, no matter what comes our way."

Frank and Monica, always.

Like a fairy tale. Happily ever after.

Be gentle with me. I'm a virgin.

What are you gonna do with the place?

- What, the building? - Uh-huh.

Why?

Never mind.

Why?

Well, it's a tiny two-bedroom, but you could easily make it a big one.

There's lots of young couples without kids that are moving to the South Side.

Is this wall load-bearing?

Uh, no.

You can just rip it out.

It could really open up the space a lot. Let some light in.

You want it?

Want what?

The building.

Look, I own two commercial properties.

I would like to get this one off my hands.

I never should have bought it.

Uh...

Are you serious?

Hearing you talk about renovating this place

was the most excited that I've seen you.

- And that includes the time... - That's definitely not true.

-...that we were having sex. - Shut up.

- Just-- Don't-- Don't-- - You were great.

Just don't change the subject, okay?

What's the catch?

There is no catch.

Look, I'm not giving it to you for free, okay?

It would just, it would save me the hassle

of putting the property back on the market.

Well, I would never do anything without full inspections.

Absolutely.

Plumbing, electrical, roof, the works.

Yeah, of course. Can you do 350,000?

Yeah, I can probably get a loan for that much.

Good.

But the building's not worth more than 250,000.

Put the mask away.

You're already on camera.

Fuck. All right, look, you cover rent-a-cop,

I'll go get the money.

I'll handle the teller, all right? We do this my way, no guns.

All right, Dillinger, let's see what you got.

Hey, tell her if she puts a dye pack in the money,

we'll find her house and chop up her kids.

Hi, my name's Brianna. How's your day so far?

Just read the note.

You want this in cash?

No, we want you to pick out fucking stocks for us.

Move your ass.

Swipe your card, please.

The fuck?

Just be a few moments, sir.

The fuck.

You didn't think I was actually going to rob the place?

I have a savings account.

You got a bank account?

I've been working for a year.

This is all the money in your account, Mr. Gallagher.

Are you sure you want to close it?

Yeah. All of it.

Debs. Nice.

''Yes!

- Yes! - That's wonderful. What, what a sound.

You know, that is the best sound in the world.

- You bet, the best! - No, thank you.

We should do a...

Yeah, let's have a toast first.

- Okay, okay, okay. - Yeah.

Hey, I thought you should know, your old lady's downstairs

eating cat food.

Are you drinking?

Yarn?

Yeah, I'm taking up knitting.

All right.

Ah!

There is a fridge full of human food, right here.

- Debs! - Yes!

- Perfect timing. - You came!

- We're about to do the toast. - Debs, you're supposed to be

-watching Etta. - Yes!

She didn't leave the kitchen.

- Here. - No.

Fiona, please.

Will you turn down the music so I can get some work done?

Yeah.

You, too, my son. Come, join the family.

- None for me. - A toast.

He's getting sober, Frank.

One glass.

Do you know the meaning of the word "sober"?

What am I saying, of course not.

I'll take his.

You can toast with coffee. Right, Lip?

- Okay. - Sure.

Here's one for my beautiful redheaded daughter,

one for my beautiful dark son.

- No, okay. - Hey. Yeah.

I'll take his.

All right, who wants to give the first toast?

Stand up. Get up, get up, come on. Who's doing the first one?

I'll do it. I'll do it.

All right.

What can I say about Frank and Monica that hasn't already been said?

You deserve each other.

- Hear, hear. - Hear, hear.

- Hear, hear. Thank you. - Hear, hear.

Thanks, guys. But I gotta take a break.

The job is yours.

Ah, thanks, but I don't know how much my body can hold up.

I know another way for you to make some cash.

You comfortable with a hand job?

Definitely!

Wait, from who?

No way.

All you gotta do is stand there with your eyes closed.

Not happening.

Come on, what's the difference, a hand's a hand.

Not when it's attached to a dude.

The bidding is up to half a grand.

You did an auction?

That is so messed up. How much did you say again?

$500.

Whoo.

God.

I know you're really trying to get your shit together.

And I know it's not easy.

So what were you working on upstairs?

Considering a purchase.

What is it this time? A Gulfstream or a Learjet?

Apartment building.

I was joking.

Yeah, I'm doing my due diligence.

Making sure it's a smart investment.

I'm waiting for you to tear me a new one.

It's no crazier than you buying the laundromat.

Hell, and you pulled that off.

I really didn't think you could, but you did.

Was that supposed to be a compliment?

I was wrong.

Um...

About the laundromat.

About you.

Never thought I'd hear you say those words.

Are you feeling okay?

Honestly, I feel a little bit weird.

Me, too.

You know, I feel kinda like I'm rolling.

Whoo-hoo.

Fuck!

Did you spike our fucking drinks?

Yeah, with Molly. It's a party.

This is how you help me stay sober?

- She was acting in your best interest. - I don't know why I'm even surprised?

I'm surprised. I mean, since when have they ever shared their drugs?

- Come on, Lip. Dance with me. - No.

- Go! - Come on. Dance with me.

- No. - Come on, yes!

There's nothing we can do about it now.

- There you go. - Damn! All right, all right,

-all right, all right, all right! - Turn it up!

No, no, no, no, no, no! Please! Please!

Turn it up!

Take the stick out of your ass for one night.

Hey. Pass me another.

Oh! The fuck was that for?

You never fucking visited me.

It was hard seeing you...

Through that glass.

We better get moving if we wanna be at the border by morning.

Doesn't really matter when we get there,

as long as we keep Border Patrol from recognizing me.

Having second thoughts?

Fuck no.

What am I leaving behind? My family?

Who cares if I never see those shitheads again.

You had my back more than they ever did.

Hey, you ever think back in the day this is where we'd be?

You running from the Feds?

Yeah, I could've predicted that.

You ever think about me?

When I was in the joint?

A lot.

Fuck, I missed you.

Frankie, I have an idea about how I can leave something for the kids.

But I've pulled back on it, because it's

kind of, well, probably pretty dangerous.

How dangerous?

DEA dangerous.

But I gotta do something for them.

I mean, look at them. Can you believe it?

- Yeah. - We did good, Frankie.

We did.

That we did.

Who's this?

Hi, yeah. How long will it take you to get a room ready?

Sure, we can be there this morning.

Okay-

And you pull the knot tight, and-- But you leave a loop open at the top.

Okay. I got it, I got it.

It's time to go, Etta.

Where?

Home.

Baby, I gotta lie down.

Not yet.

Whoa.

Heard somebody got his balls back.

I wanted to see for myself.

Yeah, baby, that's awesome.

Hey, what do you think about me getting jerked off

by some dude for 500 bucks?

Just play it cool. Like we're going on vacation.

Fuck. Can you see my stubble?

If they stop us, my name's still Mickey. Chicks are called Mickey, right?

All right. You're driving.

What's the matter with you?

Let's go.

I can't.

You can. Get behind the wheel. Drive the damn car.

Hey, we're one step from the finish line.

Fuck is that? I don't want your fucking money.

I want you to come with--

Don't do this.

- I love you. - Then get in the fucking car.

It's not-- This isn't me anymore.

I'm sorry.

That's it, huh?

Fuck you, Gallagher.

Fucking epic party-

No reason not to keep it going.

Wakie-wakie.

Wakie-wakie.

Wakie-wakie.

Mon?

Monica? Monica?

Come on, sweetheart. Come on. Come on, open your eyes. Come on!

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