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I'll tell you once what you missed on Shameless.

Next time, I'm gonna break both of your fucking kneecaps, okay?

Okay. This is what you fucking missed:

I slept with my ex.

- Since we've been married? - Yesterday.

My class schedule didn't come through, my financial aid pack was incomplete.

The form should have been sent to your house.

I just had to take out a $5000 cash advance...

...because nobody told me about these fucking papers.

Hi, we're here to see Ian Gallagher.

Place is wigging me the fuck out.

FIONA: There he is and look who's here.

- It's just the sedation. - I'm gonna... I'm gonna go.

The fuck is everybody? Unh!

VERONICA: Kev and I are separating. - What?

- He only cares about the damn babies. - She's living upstairs.

FIONA: You moved out? - No. Maybe.

I no longer live in Milkovich house. I stay here now.

What the hell?

My proposition includes cook, clean and wifely duties.

Dude, this isn't right. Oh, no. No.

[MOANS]

- Consider it like rent check. SAMMI: Get out of my house, Frank.

You don't get out right now, I will shoot you.

You don't have the guts.

Ouch.

- I love you, Daddy. - Yeah, I love you too, Sammi.

SAMMI: Okay.

Rise and shine.

[FRANK GROANS]

Ian's coming home from the cuckoo's nest this morning.

So let's all make a little effort to make him feel welcome.

Yes, dear. Good thinking.

Breakfast in five.

- My mom shot you? - Yes, she did.

I don't get why you just don't use her face for target practice.

Because prison is no place for a man with naturally tight glutes.

The skank bitch did it to you, it'd just be self-defense.

Not after the fact. And, son, it's important to know the difference...

...between a skank bitch and a deranged psychopath.

Your sister Sammi is the latter.

So?

So when you have a skank bitch in your house, you stand up to her.

You push back. Eventually, she leaves.

But with a psychopath, you have to take a different approach.

But in the end, she will crawl back to the syphilis-ridden gutter...

...from whence she came and I will reclaim my bedroom and my life.

She started the war, but I'll win it.

[MIMICS GUNFIRE]

That's right, my little eggplant. Boom, boom, boom.

- Boom, indeed. - Whatever. I'm out.

- Off to deal drugs on a Saturday morning? - Yep.

Impressive work ethic, son. You do your old man proud.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

- What? MUFF: It's Muff.

- Is Amanda in there? - No.

Bullshit. Tell her I'm not fucking leaving till she faces me.

- Turns out lesbians are super possessive. MUFF: I fucking love you, Amanda.

I fucking love you, you bitch!

I let her go down on me, like, twice and she thinks we're married.

What do we do? I have to pick up my brother.

Amanda, come out here and face me!

I'll let you borrow my car if I can hide under your bed.

- Yeah. Done. - Hang on. I haven't come yet.

- Right. - Be quiet, though.

Yeah.

MUFF: I fucking love you!

Easy, killer.

- Whose face you picturing on that bag? - Monica.

- Who's that? - My mother.

- Your mother? I thought she was dead. - Not dead. Just gone.

She stayed around long enough to ruin our lives and pass on her fucked-up genes.

You're worried about your brother?

You know what? Maybe he'll still be okay.

Because, you know, my dad's got hemorrhoids...

...and I got them too, but way less bad.

You're awesome.

Motherfucker! Fuck!

- What's up, G-Dogg? - "What's up"?

Boy, you've been blessed with an education. Sound like it.

- What is up? - Heh.

- Try, "Good morning, sir." - Good morning, sir.

Good morning, Carl. And congratulations.

- You just got a promotion. - I did?

One of my runners took a bullet.

So I need you to take a run for me this afternoon.

A run? To where?

Flint, Michigan.

- Hey. - Hey.

- I can't believe we're back here. - Yeah, I know.

- It makes me wanna throw up. - Yeah.

So are you still married?

I think so. Not sure.

Gus is silent. And you know how good I do with silence.

Right, yeah. Silence in our house usually means someone's stopped breathing.

Exactly. Anyway, he's going on tour for a while.

So I don't know. Maybe it's a good thing.

- You figure out tuition? - No. No, I got an idea, though.

Is it an idea that could land you in jail?

- You're here for Ian Gallagher? - Yeah.

Come with me.

- I thought Mickey would be here. - Yeah?

I didn't.

Bipolar one, acute mania with psychotic features.

- This means... - We know what it means.

Can we take him home?

I understand that there's a family history and that this diagnosis is difficult to hear...

...but I do need to go over a few specifics as regards Ian.

He's resisting his diagnosis.

We had to make med-compliance a requirement for his release.

You're saying we need to hold him down and make him take his meds?

I'm saying that it will take his meds about two weeks to really start working.

Until then, yes, I am suggesting he be carefully supervised.

I'm giving you a one-week supply of anti-psychotics, mood stabilizers, sedatives.

He needs to take one pill from each bottle, with food, three times a day.

You have a week to get him to a psychiatrist if he's insured and...

Or a clinic if he's not. Which he's not. We know the drill.

Don't be surprised if he mostly sleeps until his meds are properly balanced.

Ian should be here shortly. Good luck.

Fuck.

Yeah.

FIONA: Hey. Hi.

LIP: Hey.

Ready?

Let's go.

- Hey, what's up, Gina? - Morning, Kev.

I hear you got some kind of... Aah!

Yeah, I've been wanting to talk about these working conditions.

- Ow. - Hold still.

- Ooh. - Ew.

SAMMI: I think it's infected. We have to take you back to the ER.

I still don't understand why you shot him, Mama.

Because, Chuckie, fatherhood comes with responsibilities...

...that go far beyond shooting sperm into a V hole.

And I have decided it's time to teach your grandfather those responsibilities.

Because clearly, he never learned them.

He's like an untrained dog who keeps shitting all over the house.

So we have three options:

Run the dog over, send the dog back to the pound to be gassed, or train the dog.

And I am choosing to train this dog.

- Isn't that the option you prefer, Daddy? - Yes, it is, dear.

And I really appreciate you taking such good care of me.

FIONA: Hey. Look who's home. SAMMI: Ian.

FRANK: Hey. SAMMI: Well, would you look at this?

- It's like a great big family reunion. DEBBIE: Hey.

There's more than enough food for everyone, okay?

LIAM: Ian. FIONA: Aw.

Hey, you want some coffee, Ian?

No, I'm tired. I just need to lay down for a bit.

LIP: All right.

- He's totally Monica. - Without the great ass.

He's just overmedicated for now, Debs.

Don't worry, I'm moving back in for a while, gonna keep an eye on him.

I don't understand. I got this now.

- And I thought you were married. - I am, but family comes first.

- You got married? - But your husband is your family.

Okay, fine, but Gus is going on tour with his band so...

Oh, my God, you can't let him go on tour without you.

- Wait, did you really get married? - What do you care?

Fiona, in my younger days I slept with every member...

...of the Guns N' Roses cover band Buns and Hoses.

And that would matter to me why?

Because they all had wives they left back at home.

I am telling you, the "thousand-mile rule?" That's real.

The thousand-mile rule?

When you're on tour a thousand miles away from your wife, adultery doesn't count.

- How do you know that? - How did you not know it?

- You okay here? - Yeah, go. Thanks for coming today.

I'm the goddamn father of the bride. Why didn't I get an invitation?

Because you're an untrained dog, Pops, and no one wants you shitting on the floor.

I gotta go to work. Debs?

He already had them this morning so his next dose is at lunchtime.

- With food or milk. - Okay, got it.

If he doesn't want to take them, call me, I'll come help.

Okay.

He'll probably just sleep today but keep a close eye, okay?

I will.

- Hey. Where you been? - Ian home?

- Yeah. - Sweet.

Yo, Phillip.

- Thought you were in school. - Yeah, no, I was.

I just have a little tuition problem.

So, what, you're pulling a Frank, day-drinking?

No.

Listen, I need to make bank, right, and fast. Oprah money or they kick me out of school.

Look, man, I'd love to help you out, but I only got, like, 23.75 in the till.

No, listen, listen, I was thinking we start up the ice cream truck again...

...except this time without the truck.

- I don't get it. - Well, it's dorms, right?

They're a permanent ice cream truck. Look, I'm the RA.

Which is like king of the dorms.

And it's pledge week, which means everybody's wasted 24/7.

Seller's market.

Yeah, man, I hear you. I got kids now.

Yeah, I know, which is why you need the money.

Hey, Kermit, have you ever bartended before?

At my niece's wake. It was a sad, sad day.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Hey, bartend for me a little bit and wait for V.

And then you get to drink for free all week. I always wanted to go to college.

Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you.

You got any water?

Thanks.

What's it feel like to be crazy?

Like I'm under a wet blanket and cotton mouth.

They give you shock therapy?

No.

Could be me next, you know?

Think about painting yourself and running naked? I think about that.

Or flying? I dream about that.

That doesn't make you crazy, you know.

What about pushing someone on the train tracks?

- You ever thought about that? - No.

I heard about a guy who thought he had x-ray vision...

...and could see girls' titties through their clothes. Maybe it's not that bad.

You ever been to Michigan?

- Hey. You move back in? - No. Just visiting.

Hey there, neighbors.

Hey, how's the separation going?

- I have a date tonight. - With Kev?

No. With Eddie Murphy. Not the real Eddie Murphy.

An ex I found on Facebook. I don't know if I'm gonna go.

Hey, hi. As you know, Lisa and I purchased this plot of land...

...and we are turning it into, drumroll, a community garden.

Don't go, V. I'm serious, learn from my stupid mistake.

As members of this community, we encourage you to join.

For just a $2000 buy-in, that'll cover the cost of the plots, the fence...

- ...the irrigation system and the chicken coop. - Wow, just 2000?

Yeah. Sadly, your aboveground pool will have to go.

But, hey, it's fall. You won't need it till next summer.

So thanks for taking it down. Okay.

Good talk.

- Neighborhood has gone to shit. - Right?

[PEOPLE SHOUTING ON VIDEO GAME]

Check it out.

My boss gave me a shit-ton of drugs to take on a bus to Michigan.

- You really improved at math. - No, somebody got shot.

- Give your old man a taste. - Will if you come with me.

- But you gotta buy your bus ticket. - Dad, your pills.

Thank you, dear.

Listen, uh, I was thinking of taking a little field trip with young Carl this afternoon.

Get in some father-son bonding.

That's a nice idea for tomorrow...

...but today, we've gotta go to the hospital to get your wound checked...

...and I promised Chuckie that after that you'd teach him to toss a ball with your good arm.

- Of course, that's a better plan. - Good.

All right.

Hop to.

Put the drugs on Chuckie. Just strap him up.

Why?

Because you're 14, you look like a criminal.

The cops can spot you a mile off. While Chuckie...

...they take one look at him, all they wanna do is look away.

Here.

Buy him a bus ticket.

And give your old man a taste for the effort.

[RINGING]

- Ian's bipolar with psychosis. - Well, we knew that already, right?

Knowing it and having a lifelong diagnosis are two very different things.

Got it. Sorry.

Meanwhile, Gus is going on tour for I don't even know how long...

...and apparently that means he's gonna fuck groupies in every state.

He said that?

No, because he hasn't said more than 10 words to me in three days.

In fairness to him, that is my fucking fault, but still.

- He's giving you the cold, silent thing? - I don't know what to do with it.

- I keep waiting for the fight and fuck. - The what?

You know, the big fight, blood, tears, screaming...

...and then you fuck and then it's over.

Gus isn't like that. And with this silent thing, it's, like, never over.

Usually, the silent thing from a guy means it's over and he hasn't told you yet.

- The fight? - No, the marriage.

You have not told him you don't want him to go?

No. I was giving him space.

Speaking as somebody who's sabotaged more than one marriage...

...I'm not sure space is what he needs from you right now.

Groveling might be a better idea. You think I'm kidding? I'm not.

You should beg him like a dog. Beg him not to go.

- I got tables. - Okay, it's your divorce.

- You're kind of a dick, you know that? - Yeah, have we met?

- Ass-head, get in. - Thought you said we were gonna play catch.

- What's in those bags, Carl? - Horse.

- Why are you taping horse to my tummy? - Because I'm your uncle...

...and you're my niece and you do what I say.

I think you mean nephew.

I think I mean keep your mouth shut and keep it shut no matter what.

And don't tell anyone a word about this.

Or else I'll tie a fucking tire around your tummy and set it on fire.

Even if you are my niece.

Okay, Uncle Carl.

[ANIMATED MUSIC PLAYING ON TV]

- Which one's your room? - I'm not going to my room.

Too many drop-ins.

Kid attempted suicide in this room so it's empty.

We can set up shop in here.

Oh, yeah, the kid weighed, like, 320 pounds, tried to hang himself.

And I think it was more of a cry for help than an actual attempt, though.

I know it sounds depressing, but, you know...

...really, the kid just got some bruises on his fourth chin.

No, no, no, it's just...

I miss my girls, you know, that's it.

- Hey, do you mind if I call them? - Yeah, go for it. Do your thing.

[PHONE RINGS, THEN SVETLANA SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]

KEVIN [OVER PHONE]: Hey, Svet, it's Kev. How are they doing?

SVETLANA: Napping with Veronica. - Great. That's good, isn't it?

Yeah, it's possible she gives them vodka to help sleep, but worse things happen in world.

Listen, I'm gonna be gone most of the day and maybe tonight.

KEVIN: So can you help out V in any way?

And also tell her that I need her to cover the bar for me tonight.

Cover bar with babies?

Oh, God, maybe I should just check on it and have Debbie babysit.

- It's okay. I babysit. KEVIN: Oh, Svet, thank...

- You okay? - Yeah. Just sad.

Well, hey, can you be sad and roll joints at the same time?

There's 18 frats on this campus, I want to hit them all.

- Where are we going? - Michigan.

- When will we be back? - Tonight.

I miss my mom.

Be a good little niece and there's more junk food where that came from.

Are you alone?

Uncle Carl?

Sorry about that. This new liver really churns them out.

- Three craps a day, like I'm 18 again. - That's good, Dad. Healthy.

But why don't we cover your ass while we wait, huh?

Hey.

- Frequent Flier Frank. - What's that?

You. Frequent Flier Frank. You're a bit of a legend around these parts.

Honor to finally meet you.

- I sense sarcasm. - I smell infection.

Have you been cleaning this regularly?

I have, but he had a liver transplant last year...

...and with the anti-rejection meds his healing process has been a little wonky.

- Got it. How did you get shot? - He was cleaning his gun and it backfired.

He was cleaning his gun and it backfired into his outer arm?

Uh-huh.

You sure about that story, Frank?

He is.

I am.

As a matter of fact, I'm glad it happened...

...because Sammi is such a good caregiver and it affords me extra time with her.

You see, I missed the first 30 some-odd years of her life...

...and I think I can safely say we both enjoy me being hurt.

Oh.

Daddy.

[MOANING]

Yeah.

What the...? What the fuck?

I cook, I clean, wifely duties. You are landlord, I am tenant.

Are you kidding? I'm not gay.

What is gay? This is not about love.

This is oral manipulation of sex organs for stress relief.

No stress is good for bond with babies. Tongue is tongue, no?

What the hell. I'm halfway home already.

[MOANING]

[ALL SHOUTING]

Drink! Drink! Drink!

Ian! Ian!

Hey, there. Ian, isn't it?

I remember that because that's my therapist's name and he's a ginger too.

Anyway, I was wondering when you think you might be able to get to...

...taking down this pool?

Well...

...I'm coming down off some heavy lithium right now...

...but maybe in an hour or two.

Perfect.

DEBBIE: Ian!

Oh, my God, there you are.

Here I am.

- Ian, what happened to all your pills? - They're gone.

Yeah, I can see that they're gone. Gone where? Did you swallow them?

No. They're flushed.

Ian, why would you do that?

They make me feel awful, Debs. Like life is not worth living.

I feel so much better just knowing they're gone.

You know what I find really moving, Sammi? The way you love that boy of yours.

- You messing with me? - No.

No, my Monica didn't have much interest in our brood.

Her love was transient at best.

Fickle. Fact is, she left us high and dry.

But the way you are with Chuckie, he's the center of your world...

...and you'd never leave him. I find that inspiring.

- Sincerely. - Thanks, Dad.

That means a lot.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

What?

Who is? What?

He was what?

I'd like to make a concerned citizen report about a large satchel filled with hard drugs.

No. I demand a lawyer, I...

I demand you stop questioning him, right now!

- Wait, wait, wait, I am coming. - You got a...?

SAMMI: Let me talk to Chuckie. Now! - Appears there's some sort of emergency.

You really think I can ask him not to go on tour?

No.

Then why'd you suggest it?

Because I'm trying to hasten the end of this thing you're calling a marriage.

- I can't tell if you're kidding or not. - Yeah, neither can I.

I'm asking for your advice.

Yeah, I know, but it's complicated for me.

Wait, you're the one that said that we could...

Yeah, I know. I'm just calling a spade a spade.

- You need to decide what you want here. - With you?

- With your husband. Keep up. - I'm trying.

Walking on eggshells and feeling guilty isn't a decision.

- Make a decision. - I told him what I did, I told him I was sorry.

I sent Jimmy away. What else am I supposed to do?

You're scrappy, Fiona.

You know how to fight, don't pretend you don't know how to fight.

- So...? - So fight for the marriage, or cut him loose.

Let him lick his wounds and move on. This halfway thing you're doing?

Giving him "space," it's kind of fucked.

Right? If this is a relationship you wanna save, then you fucking save it.

- Fiona? - Hey. You okay?

I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.

- What happened? - He flushed his pills.

LIP: Alrighty, 750...

...seven fifty-one, two, three, four, five, six. Seven fifty-six.

Your outstanding bill is still over $6000.

I know, and I'll keep making payments.

It's unusual for us to take payments in cash.

It's unusual for us to take payments at all.

Yeah, no, I get that and I really, really appreciate your patience with me.

- Phillip... - It's Lip.

Figure I'm gonna be here a lot, we might as well get to know one another.

Lip. Have you considered taking a semester off?

Working and saving your money?

Come back next semester with your financial aid paperwork intact...

- ...and have a little extra spending money... - I won't make it back.

My little brother Ian was just diagnosed bipolar.

You know, and every day I'm here...

...I feel so fucking guilty, you know, that I'm not there helping.

And the only reason I stay...

...is I can't help.

Because I spent my whole life trying to help my mom...

...who has the same disease...

...and there's no help for it.

Except the little ones, Debbie and Carl and Liam and my sister Fiona.

You know, I could be there for them, but I'm not.

You know, because I'm here.

Because I'm told that staying here, you know, that's something I could do for those kids...

...you know, in a big way, you know, in a real way someday.

So I'm here.

But if I go back to the house?

Well, then, I'm in it, you know, and I can't get back out of it.

You know, so I'm gonna keep coming here...

...I'm gonna keep making these payments...

...and I'm gonna show up and count them out.

That'll be my part. And your part, I hope, is...

...patience.

Please. You know, I just...

Fuck, I just need a little time.

One more week is all I can do.

- You need a prescription for a refill. - I understand that that's officially true.

These prescriptions are only written for people who do crazy shit...

...like flush meds down the toilet because they don't want them.

So maybe you can just refill them because it's the right thing to do...

...instead of giving us the official line?

Officially, I will go to jail if I do that.

Get a prescription and you can have a refill.

Come on. Come on.

- When did you fall in love with yours? - There's no falling. Just being.

He comes out, they hand him to me, everything changes.

Before Yevgeny, I was selfish.

Now I would die before I let him die. It's simple.

Complete.

I never made that change. Kev did, I didn't.

Some do, some don't.

I hate him for changing and he hates me for not.

Yeah, because you Americans like everything to be right or wrong.

If someone is like you, it is right. If someone is not, it is wrong.

But this is not real.

Life is not so this or that, black and white.

You should be happy your Kev makes these changes.

Because if no one does, this is how babies end up in Dumpsters.

I don't give a shit about Chuckie but I'm sure G-Dogg's gonna kill me.

No, he won't. There's nothing to be gained by killing a perfectly good corner boy.

And it's not your fault that they came with drug dogs.

That's the luck of the draw. G-Dogg will understand that.

You really think so?

I'm almost certain.

All right, fuck. What should I do about Sammi? Should I run away?

No. Makes you look guilty. Stay here, stay cool, let the storm pass.

DEBBIE: He's not gonna listen. - Well, doesn't mean I can't talk.

We need to get meds and crush them up and put them in his food.

- Like in a smoothie. - Well, let's let that be plan B.

- Where is he? - Backyard, I think.

All right.

You flushed your pills?

You get that that's a full-on Monica move, right?

- I'm not Monica. - Come on, let's go to the clinic.

- Let's get you a new prescription. - No.

Debbie feels like it's her fault because I left her...

Now you're trying to manipulate me like we used to do with Monica.

- Ian... - I'm not Monica.

I didn't slash my wrists over Thanksgiving dinner, I went for a drive.

- You took a baby... - I took him...

...for a drive.

Yeah, I guess it was a really long drive and I didn't plan ahead, but I did not hurt that baby.

I took care of the baby. I fed the baby.

I sang to the baby. I love that baby.

I get why everyone's freaked out...

...but you pulled some serious shit not long ago...

...and everyone didn't try to turn on you and permanently medicate you.

- I went to jail. - So did I.

And now I'm out. I'm not Monica any more than you are.

Debs?

Debs? Where's Debbie?

Said something about going out to buy drugs.

Are you serious? You couldn't stop her?

I'm injured. Besides, it'd be a little hypocritical.

FIONA: Debbie! - So strident.

Debbie! Oh, goddamn it. Debs!

- Hey, what's going on? - What is not going on?

Everything is fucked.

- Why are you dressed like that? - I told you, I have a date.

And I told you not to fuck up your life.

I'm not kidding, I'm serious, V, do not fucking do that.

You guys are happy.

And you can be happy again but not if you go fuck someone else.

And the two of you, I mean, I can't handle it if you can't figure this shit out.

Okay? And maybe that's not fucking fair, but you guys, you're Kev and V.

So figure it out.

It's not fair.

- Fine. - You're married too, Fiona.

You were happy too. Then you fucked Jimmy.

So figure out your own shit instead of putting it all on me.

Fine. Fuck.

I'm sorry.

- What? - Mickey here?

[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

- Ian fucking send you? - No, Ian didn't send me.

Ian flushed all his meds down the freaking toilet.

What happened to your face?

Nothing. What the fuck do you want?

Can you help me get these drugs?

Iggy! Iggy!

Can you get that shit?

Who the fuck gets high on lithium? No one.

- So? - So I can't get them.

I can get you crack, crystal, horse, E, but this shit? No.

- There's no market for it. - I'll take some fucking crack.

You got money?

Fine. When are you gonna come by to see Ian?

He's been home all day. And maybe if you were there...

Did you guys break up or something?

I'm pretty sure he didn't mean to kidnap your baby.

I'm fucking busy, Peppermint Patty. Go whine at someone who gives a shit.

Frank used to drink like this.

When Monica was around and they would fight.

He would angry drink.

It never worked. He always came back to her.

You can't drink him away, Mickey. It won't work.

- Veronica Fisher. - Hey.

- You look fine, girl. - Thank you, Eddie.

You look... Yeah.

Damn, princess. How long has it been?

- A long time. - Yeah, those lips feel like yesterday.

Should we sit or should we find someplace more private?

I'm sorry, Eddie.

But you look...

Yeah.

But I'm married and I have twins. Amy and Gemma.

Oh, I remember them well.

Hello, Amy...

- ...and Gemma. - That's not what... What?

Ew. Shit.

EDDIE: V?

That's Amy. You see her little tooth growing there?

He's so sad. Bet I could cheer him up.

Dude, he's, like, 40. He could be your dad.

So? I like my dad.

- Hey, hi. Hey, guys. - Hi.

Did you bring an extra amp?

- Yeah. I brought the extra, extra amp. - I thought that one was broken.

MAN: Lots of hours to fix that on the road.

So you told them, huh?

You didn't tell your friends?

No, I did. Listen, you got a minute?

Okay, here's what I know.

You're a good guy and I'm an asshole. That's pretty clear.

But you know how I know I'm changing?

You're a good guy and I don't want this to be over.

I hate what I did. I hate that I hurt you...

...and I wanna take it back and I wanna make it right.

And I don't even know if I really know what love is...

...you know, except a thing that I fuck up all the time.

But you...

...I respect the shit out of you.

And I miss you.

And all day today when everything in my family is just falling apart...

...I just kept wishing you were with me, and that's what I know.

[FIONA LAUGHS]

I just need a couple weeks.

I gotta get Ian settled and get him back on his meds...

...cover my shifts at the diner, but then I can come, at least for a little while.

I can help carry shit and make sandwiches for the guys and...

On tour? In the van?

[GUS CHUCKLES]

I wanna be with you. Why is that funny?

Oh, come on, you don't wanna be in the van, Fiona.

It's exhausting and it's kind of disgusting, it's just...

It's just, it's a bad idea.

I think it's a bad idea for our marriage for us to be apart right now.

I think what was bad for our marriage was your decision to sleep with your ex.

I think it's cool that you offered, but I need to get out and think a little.

And you think too. We'll both think.

We didn't think much before we got married, so...

Can you water my plants?

Okay. Thanks.

I'll call you from the road.

- You trying to give me shock therapy? - It's supposed to be good for you.

You need to plug it in first.

Hi, I'm Dr. Thompson. Intake said you're hallucinating?

Yeah, I see knives. I see knives in the walls.

And I wanna cut myself. And I wanna cut you!

Have you taken any drugs today, Debbie?

- No. No. I ran out. - It's okay to tell me.

I ran out. I need my lithium!

You're 14 and you've been diagnosed as bipolar?

Yes. Yes. Which is why I need my lithium!

I can give you a sedative now.

Can you tell me the name of the doctor that diagnosed you?

I don't remember. And I don't need a sedative.

I need my lithium.

Can't write you for lithium without psychiatrist's consent.

But I see knives.

Okay.

Well, do you want me to put you on a 72-hour hold?

- Like in a psych ward? - Yeah, exactly like.

[SCOFFS]

Fuck.

- Hey. How's Ian? - Not good.

What do you mean? They said he'd just sleep for the day.

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

LIP: Hey. Hey! Hey!

Hey!

What's going on?

My innocent son is under arrest thanks to your brother.

- What, Ian? SAMMI: Carl!

- Sammi says Carl put drugs on Chuckie. - I didn't.

- Carl, if you did that, then you... SAMMI: It's not a question of if.

There is no way Chuckie was smuggling heroin by himself.

- Heroin? - What's the fuck's the matter with you?

Carl, you have to do the right thing and tell the cops it was you.

- No, I don't. Why would I do the right thing? - Because my son is in jail and it is your fault!

He's not gonna be in there long. A week, maybe. He's only 10.

He's 13. He's a little small for his age.

You mean, slow. You said small, but I think you meant slow.

- I meant what I said. Fiona? - Okay.

Dad? Can I get a little backup here?

Uh, best to turn yourself in, son. Chuckie is family, after all.

Thank you.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

MAN: Chicago Police, open up! - Oh, shit.

LIP: Go. FRANK: Run!

MAN: Carl Galla... - He ran that way.

- What the fuck, Sammi? - Sammi!

- Why would...? - That's right. I told them it was Carl...

...and I told Chuckie to tell them it was Carl.

[SIRENS WAILING]

- Put your hands in the air, now! - Don't shoot, I'm white!

[ALL SHOUTING]

Looks like a tough night for the new liver.

ALL [SINGING]: if I don't get rye whiskey I surely will die

Sometimes I drink whiskey Sometimes I drink rum

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey Rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry

if I don't get rye whiskey I surely will die

[PHONE RINGING]

I think this might be the end with Mickey.

The diagnosis, you know.

Even if I don't believe it, I'm pretty sure he does.

Well, if it makes you feel any better...

...I already blew it with my husband...

...and I don't even have any kind of diagnosis to pin it on.

- Gallaghers. - Gallaghers.

That is kind of a diagnosis though, right?

Ha, ha. Kind of is.

I miss you guys.

- If I do have to stay at home... - Don't worry. I'm moving home tonight.

They're still questioning your brother.

You're probably gonna have to wait another couple of hours.

LIP: Don't say anything! - Ask for a lawyer!

Don't you fucking say anything!

I want a fucking lawyer, motherfucker.

[BUZZING]

Hey.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Hey, Uncle Carl. I didn't know we were going to be neighbors.

Will you tell me a story?

[English - US - SDH]