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You've got to be kidding me.

You missed another episode?

I don't even know why you bother.

Screw it, I'm not even going to tell you.

Are you a for-real lesbo?

Something's going on.

I thought you two were bonding like a couple of regular girls,

not carpet munchers.

You voluntarily committed yourself to the Cook County Psych Ward?

I'm on medication now.

- For? - Bipolar.

You lied on your application?

Well, you wouldn't have hired me if I'd told you the truth.

I can't have someone on my team I don't trust.

You're losing your shit. Go home. Sober up.

You don't give a shit about me because you don't have to!

- You're officially fucking fired! - Fuck you!

You feel that shit?

Hey, drop the tire iron!

Fuck!

You have the right to remain silent.

You don't deserve to walk your daughter down the aisle.

(SCREAMS)

- Stop! - Stop!

You're a fucking asshole, Frank. Get the fuck out of here!

What I wouldn't give to see him bounce off the bumper of a rig doing 80.

How much?

FRANK: That's half. The other half when it's done.

(THEME some)

(KEYS JINGLING)

BOOKING OFFICER: Gallagher!

Let's go!

(ALARM SONG PLAYING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(ALARM SWITCH ES OFF)

(GRUNTING) 6:45.

They sleeping?

Yeah. Looks like it.

SEAN: What time did the baby finally go down?

Sometime after 3:00.

FIONA: Come on.

Kid's gotta get more sleep.

She's not gonna make it.

Which kid? Debbie or the baby?

(SEAN SCOFFS)

So, 2:00 still work for picking out rings?

Sure. And then 4:00 at the dance place.

Seriously?

- I thought you were joking about that. - It's an hour. It won't kill you.

I do a mean white man shuffle.

(HUMMING)

-(LAUGHS) -(CHUCKLES)

FIONA: What time you picking up Will at the airport?

Late tonight. His morn didn't want him to miss any school, so...

Okay. I'll start the coffee.

(MOTOR WHIRRING)

(HUMMING)

♪ (R&B SONG PLAYING) ♪

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

- Morning. - Morning.

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(KEV GROANS)

Hey, bean. Cinnamon waffles?

- We have an iron? - Mm-hmm.

You need me to iron a shirt for you?

I got it. Ironing board?

It's the little lever thing.

(SHUSHING)

FIONA: Baby's sleeping. Debs was up with her all night.

Now, I really don't mind doing it.

No, it's fine. I have to learn to do for myself, right?

Do my part.

Are you wearing cologne?

Aftershave. Good for razor burn.

Is there any wedding stuff going on tonight?

Nope. You're in the clear till tomorrow. Why?

I'm gonna watch the DePaul game with Luther tonight.

Luther?

Dominique's dad.

Girlfriend's father, huh? Sounds like it's getting serious.

Definitely.

If you get really serious, you know to use protection, right?

Condoms. No matter what. We don't need any more accidents around here.

You mean, accidents like Franny.

(SIGHS)

Franny still asleep?

No, I left her up there screaming, hungry, wallowing in a dirty diaper to suffer.

I'm sorry, Debs. I didn't mean that Franny was the--

I know exactly what you meant.

(FRIDGE OPENS AND CLOSES)

Oh! Good job, boo.

Finish your juice and go brush your teeth, okay?

You thought anymore about letting Franny be

the flower girl at the wedding tomorrow?

She can barely hold up her head.

Well, you could carry her,

and you could spread the petals for her, it'd be sweet.

She would never stop screaming.

FIONA: Nobody would care.

I don't even think we're coming.

To my wedding?

Not your first, and definitely not going to be your last.

Maybe I'll come to the next one.

- SEAN: Shit! Fuck. - Sean.

- I can't believe this bullshit! - Quiet.

Jesus. Quiet!

-(BABY STARTS CRYING) - Oh! Fuck!

Thanks a lot, Sean! Dipshit.

- Someone pissed in my boots. - What?

My boots, somebody pissed in them.

And my cash is missing. And my Visa.

I'm not a boot pisser.

It's Frank.

I changed all the locks to dead bolts, and he doesn't have a key.

God! Are any of the windows broken?

Son of a bitch.

He tunneled in?

Furnace air intake.

Must still be mad about the beating you gave him.

Fucking Frank.

Had a little work done.

It will look better soon.

I'd like to purchase some gift cards.

Got some family birthdays coming up.

How much?

Two hundred each.

(BEEPING)

- Four? - Right, four.

Cash or credit?

Uh... Visa.

Never leave home without it.

Thank you, Mr. Pierce.

I can't remember how much credit I have available on this card.

My last payment might not have cleared yet.

What? You know what? I...

I forgot my nephews. I'm so sorry. I'm gonna get two more.

(BUZZER RINGS AND DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

ALONSO: Hi, I am Ms. Alonso from the Cook County Public Defender's Office.

I've been assigned to represent you at your arraignment today.

- Have you been through this before? - Yeah. As a ma.

- Were you a student at the university? - Yeah.

Can your family afford to supply you with an attorney?

Well, did you call them and ask them?

Well, my... My sister is getting married tomorrow.

They have other shit to worry about.

Yeah, well. The campus cop wasn't hurt, so the court will likely set bail.

Can you or your family afford bail?

(SIGHS)

Call your family, Phillip.

Tell them to help you set bail, so you can get the hell out of this place.

(VIBRATING)

(CELLPHONE CONTINUES VIBRATING)

Hey, yo, Ian! Eggs!

- Smells good. - Thanks.

Your phone was ringing.

What are you up to today?

I gotta get a tux. See if I can find a job.

Didn't leave a message.

CALEB: SO...

You just gonna give up?

Give up what?

Your EMT gig.

I got fired.

- So, fight it. - I lied on my application.

Yeah, because what they asked you was bullshit.

Still lied.

They don't want me there, and I don't want to work some place I'm not wanted.

Where are you gonna look?

Figured I'd see if I can get my job back at the university.

As a janitor?

- You're fucking EMT. - I'm fucking bipolar, okay?

Nobody wants an EMT who's crazier than the nutcases they have to treat.

You're feeling sorry for yourself. Grow up.

Everybody has shit they have to deal with. Just push past it.

"Push past it?" What, you got that from a Nike ad?

I gotta get to work.

Turn off the lights when you go.

You forgot one yesterday.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(KNOCKING)

- Good morning, sir. - Carl.

I'm here to pick Dominique up for school. May I come in?

No.

Dom! Your white boy is here!

I decided to take up on your advice and help more around the house.

I ironed my own shirt this morning.

Nice gun, sir. Cross Draw. Sig Sauer 226?

- You know your guns. - Thank you, sir.

Wasn't a compliment, son. Dominique!

I'm excited about watching the game with you tonight, sir.

You what?

Yeah. I invited Carl to watch the DePaul game with us tonight.

- I told you. - No, you didn't.

Yes, I did. You just never listen.

You're picking us up after school,

and then we're going to buy a dress for the wedding tomorrow,

then come home and watch the game together.

Love you, Daddy.

(ANNOUNCEMENT ON SPEAKER)

FRANK: Hey.

Bruno. It's me. Frank.

From the L.

- I got the rest. - Rest of what?

The...

The rest of the money for you to take care of that thing.

You know? The thing we talked about on the train.

- The other night. - What?

I gave you a thousand down.

I've got the extra thousand for when you do the thing.

Oh! And look, I got...

I've got these.

These are...

There are... Will you... Will you just hold on?

Bruno, wait.

Bruno. Hold up! Wait! Will you fucking wait?

Wait! Stop! Okay, I got...

Gift cards. They're good as gold. Untraceable.

I was hoping we could

maybe speed things up a little bit, do it today?

Sorry, pal.

I don't know you.

You what? We have a deal.

A deal for what?

Fucking...

For you to kill my daughter's asshole of a fiancé, fuckhead.

(WHISTLES)

Killing someone. Wow.

Pretty sure that would be illegal.

What, are you trying to rip me off?

I already did, you moron.

You picked the wrong guy to fuck with, asshole.

You go to the cops.

Tell 'em you tried to arrange a hit on your daughter's fiancé

a day before the wedding, but you got ripped off.

See how that goes.

(BABY CRYING)

FIONA: Need a hand?

DEBS:No.

You have your well-baby check-up at the clinic this afternoon.

I know.

- Want me to go with you? - No.

I really hope that you decide to come to the wedding.

It would mean a lot to me.

Will you at least think about it?

That was quick.

Ambulance jockey future didn't work out?

Not really.

Didn't give me much notice when you quit.

Boys had to work extra shifts in order to cover.

Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry about that.

- I could have handled it better. - No shit.

I had to get out from behind this desk,

this desk I like very much,

to scrub toilets in the science building for two days in a row.

Well, I'd appreciate it if you'd consider taking me back on.

I didn't hear the magic word.

Please, may I have my job back?

Fuck no!

And now Debbie's saying she might not even come to the wedding.

I mean, how long is she gonna punish me for

trying to talk her out of ruining her life?

Debbie will come. She just doesn't wanna miss the chance to torture you.

Can I have the business section? The comics are in the back.

Dow is down 20.

I get ready now. Open bar.

(LAUGHING)

VERONICA: So, we still doing wedding errands today?

- Flowers, manicures... - Yes.

- Something borrowed, something blue? - Yes.

All right. I'm gonna go get dressed. (GRUNTS)

It's a brave new world, Fiona.

Nice ghetto job on the windows.

Yeah. Some drunk asshole smashed them with a tire iron.

- Must have been pretty drunk. - Must have been.

You bail me out?

Against my better judgment, yeah.

I thought

they screwed up the paperwork, made a mistake.

May have been a mistake. Too early to know for sure.

You need help.

I know a place. Not fancy, but they get the job done.

Rehab?

You're a drunk. Believe me, I know whereof I speak.

Look, I gotta go to class.

You're joking, right?

Classical Mechanics. Frankel.

You took a swing at a campus cop. Believe me, you're as good as expelled.

Fuck 'em. I was sick of it anyway.

Sure. "Fuck 'em," of course.

You've got a problem, Lip.

It's time to grow up and deal with it.

That's kind of strange coming from you.

You know, kettle, pot, black, all that.

I've been in and out five times.

Well, it doesn't say much for the whole rehab thing, does it?

I had two doctorates.

I had two kids and tenure before I started drinking.

You're 22.

Look, you go, you work the steps.

I'll see what I can do about getting you a job in the field

when you get out.

Come on, get in. I'll drive you over there.

My sister's getting married tomorrow.

Congratulations.

I don't wanna miss it.

Right.

Hey, can I get a ride to the L?

No.

And show up for your court appearance.

I can't afford to forfeit the bail.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES AND IGNITION STARTS)

So, is she sleeping at night?

On and off.

- How many hours? -(BABY CRYING)

At least six or seven,

but in little pieces, you know?

She cries a lot.

What about you? Are you getting any sleep?

Some, I think.

How'd she get this rash?

She has a rash?

Little fecal matter can get stuck up here, under the top of the diaper.

Make sure you wipe up here carefully, keep her clean.

(BABY CRYING)

How'd she get this bruise?

Um... She fell. Not very far.

She slipped out of my arms. I was really tired.

She seemed okay.

Are you getting any help at home?

Mm-hmm.

An infant's a lot of work.

ORTIZ: Franny needs you to take care of yourself, too.

You get enough sleep, you eat well.

How old are you, Debbie?

Fifteen.

Any adults at home help you care for Frances?

- Mother? Father? -(BABY CRYING)

- My mother isn't really around. - Your dad?

He's a bit in and out.

So, who do you live with?

My sister, but she didn't really want me to have Franny.

So she doesn't help?

I don't need her help.

We all need help.

So, is she okay?

(CRIES)

Keep her dry and clean so the rash doesn't become infected.

I'm more concerned about you.

I'm good. We're good.

Great.

(DRILLING)

How's it going, Joe?

(CHUCKLES)

Uh, shit. Not interested, Frank.

Is that any way to greet an old friend?

Get the fuck out of here. We were never friends.

Oh, come on, Joe.

We spent many fine nights together in opiate-induced bliss

till you got all NA on me.

(GRUNTING) I still can't kick the Hep C I got

from those needles you sold me.

All right. That was an inadvertent error

for which I have apologized many, many times over the years.

I had been assured that those needles were almost good as new.

What the hell you want, Frank?

Rumor is

you're running a side business...

You're selling a product which I require to take care of a fucking asshole.

You got any money for a change?

Gift cards. Welcome everywhere.

What kind of product you in the market for?

A gun. A big one.

What about those two?

- The black ones? - Yeah, they're cool.

Tungsten. I give you good price.

It's kind of Goth.

I'd feel like I was marrying Marilyn Manson.

What about these two? With the little diamonds?

Oh, yeah. Beautiful. How much?

Too expensive for you.

You don't know that. How much?

Nine hundred.

(SIGHS)

It's more than we were thinking, but...

Yeah, I think we can swing it. You take checks?

Nine hundred each.

Is there a little swastika on that wedding band?

I sell those to you cheap.

Oh, no, thanks.

What about these pretty pinkish ones?

I LO NA: Rose gold.

Old-fashioned. These you can afford.

Would you stop it with the what you think I can and can't afford, please?

May we see them?

No, no, no. Don't... Don't put it on your left hand yet.

That's bad luck.

Hey, there's something engraved here.

"Clyde?"

"Lillian. 6-6-41 ."

Oh!

Is that the date they got married?

Yeah, I guess. June 6th, 1941.

A jeweler can file it off easy.

No. No, no.

Absolutely not.

Clyde?

Absolutely, Lillian.

Don't even think about it.

Sir?

Now, don't try to be all polite to me, son.

I can see you've been trying to make improvements on yourself,

and I can appreciate the effort.

But I don't like you.

I don't wanna like you.

Don't plan on liking you.

I know what you're hanging around my little girl for.

No, sir.

No, I know what you're thinking every minute of every day.

And not what you're thinking up there with your big head,

but what's going on down there. In your little head.

You know those parents?

They want to be their child's best friend,

all wanting to talk,

and know what's going on with them all the time?

I'm not that parent.

I'm the parent that has to regularly fight back

the extremely powerful urge to pistol whip you to death.

So, Daddy,

-how's this? -(LUTHER SIGHS)

That's beautiful, sweetheart.

- Yeah? - CARL: Yeah.

No.

Absolutely not.

- Daddy, but-- - Not happening.

No.

If I look down and see you've got an erection,

I'm gonna shoot you dead right here.

(HONKING AND TRAFFIC)

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Brad.

- Hey, man. - Hey, is Don here?

Uh, yeah. He's in the back office.

Hey, man, if you're looking to get your job back,

Alex just quit, and Tony broke his foot falling off the stage.

Yeah, thanks.

What's Lip doing back here in the ghetto in the middle of the day?

Getting hammered, apparently.

VERONICA: Hey, no classes today?

- It's a holiday. - It is? Which one?

There's gotta be a holiday somewhere.

Bulgarian Independence Day.

Yeah, exactly.

Chief Joseph's birthday, too.

Chief fucking Joseph?

Yeah, he led the Nez Perce in a guerrilla war against the US Cavalry.

You know, fighting to keep the land

the government tried to steal away from his tribe.

Manifest destiny.

No, just gentrification with a fancier name

and Native American genocides.

Government of the rich people,

by the rich people, and for the rich people, so help me God.

Chief Joseph.

- Chief Joseph. - Chief Joseph.

How you doing, Lip? You all right?

Barkeep.

I didn't order vodka.

You want to get shitfaced in middle of the day, vodka is best.

Believe me, I'm Russian. I know.

Is this about that lady professor?

Hey, can I get another?

Why don't you get out of here, man? Go back to college, learn something.

- Well, I'm not going back. - What?

Got expelled.

I got bored.

What? It was costing a fucking fortune anyway.

Does Fiona know?

No. All right? She doesn't have to know the day before her wedding.

Damn it, Lip.

You have got to be the dumbest fucking smart guy I know!

What?

LIP: It's not like any of you deadbeats graduated high school.

Much less, college.

Does the ass of that bar stool feel nice and worn-in?

It should 'cause that's where your father always sits.

(SIREN WAILING)

INSTRUCTOR: One, two, three. Five, six, seven.

One, two, three. Five, six, seven.

- One, two, three. Five, six, seven. -(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

One, two, three. Five, six, seven.

And five, six, seven, and...

One, two, three...

Yeah.

- No, no, no, no, no... - No, I didn't. I'm so sorry. I was just...

And one, two, three. Five, six, seven.

One, two, three. Five, six, seven.

Don't think, Sean. Let your body move to the beat.

- INSTRUCTOR: Two, three, and... -(LAUGHS)

Five, six, seven, and one, two, three...

Couldn't we just dance to some old Motown, Lillian?

Shuffle around a little bit, and--

That's boring, Clyde.

Come on, you're doing great.

- I must really love you. -(BOTH LAUGHING)

Ian?

Woody. June.

Somebody should probably call Rita.

She's out on a run.

Call her anyway.

(HORN BLARING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GRUNTS)

Oh, what are you doing, Gallagher?

I want my job back.

We already discussed this. You can't work here.

Then we have a problem

because I'm not leaving until I get my job back.

Look, I'm sorry, but as I've explained, it's the company's policy.

Company policy is wrong.

-(SIGHS) Do I need to call the police? - Yeah, sure.

That's what most people do when they see someone with a mental illness.

No, you got let go because you lied on your employment application.

Bullshit.

What do you think I should have done?

Would you have hired me if I'd checked that box

that said I had a mental illness?

What kind of choice is that?

Tell the truth, you don't get the job.

Lie, maybe they'll never find out. What would you do?

You'd lie.

So would you.

So would you.

Do you think because I'm bipolar,

an illness that I am managing, by the way,

that I can't do this job

where half the people we deal with are mentally ill,

are living on the streets because they can't get help,

or are too sick to know they even need help?

You wouldn't refuse to hire me if I was in a wheelchair,

if I had a physical handicap or HIV.

No, because it is illegal to discriminate

against someone who is handicapped, and I...

I am handicapped. It's not my fault.

I didn't do anything to bring this on myself.

I have a disease.

If I show up one day, and I'm acting all freaky,

then you, or you,

or you, Rita,

you tell me to go home, and I will go.

But don't tell me I can't do this job.

FEMALE DISPATCH: Station 14, Car 29.

Auto versus pedestrian, 52nd and Woodland.

CPD already on scene. Can you copy?

Station 14, copy, show us responding.

52nd and Woodland. Go.

- Take the call. Go. - We'll take the call. With Ian.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

We'll go with Ian.

(SIGHS)

Go on, then. Go.

(AMBULANCE STARTS)

(SIREN WAILING)

MALE COMMENTATOR: Three scorers of the magnitude

of Scheyer, Smith, and Singler,

you got your hands full trying to get the ball out of their hands.

The lead is eight.

And of course all three are outstanding free-throw shooters,

and one of those three

is going to have the ball down the stretch. You know that.

Singler fires for a three.

Rebound to Harris.

Extra spicy wings for my Dad.

Pizza pockets for my Carl.

-(BABY CRYING) -(HUSHING)

Hey, you're okay. You're okay.

What do you need? I don't know what you need.

You've been fed. You have a clean diaper.

I know you're tired. I'm tired, too.

Please go to sleep.

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

I had to pick up Lip's tuxedo when I got mine.

The shop was closing, and he hadn't been there yet.

Ian and Carl pick up theirs?

Yeah, said they'd been in earlier.

(BABY CRYING INSIDE)

An old Mexican lady was selling them out on the corner.

We're gonna have plenty of flowers tomorrow.

Yeah, I know,

but it was the last one in her bucket,

and she looked frozen, so I took pity on her.

- Still? - She's been crying for over an hour.

Well, is Debs upstairs with her?

Mm-hmm.

Is she coming to the wedding?

Still hasn't said.

FIONA: Okay.

Let's do this one more time.

DO what?

- The dance. - Oh, no, that's okay. I'm good. I got it.

Good. Prove it.

There's no music.

We don't need music.

No, I gotta go get Will at the airport right now.

- I do. -(LAUGHING)

Such a good dancer.

(LAUGHING)

Hmm.

One, two, three.

One, two, three... You got it.

Yeah, well, don't talk, you're screwing me up.

(LAUGHS)

One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two...

- Here we go, ready? - Uh-huh.

-(GRUNTS) -(LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

I love you, Clyde.

I'm getting married tomorrow, Lillian.

Cheating on your bride the night before your wedding?

- Fiancée. - Hmm...

Maybe it doesn't count yet.

(KISSING)

-(LAUGHS) - I gotta go.

(SIREN WAILING)

(VEHICLES HONKING)

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

(LIP VOMITING)

- Lip? -(LIP COUGHING)

We're almost ready to start.

-(COUGHING) -(FLUSHING)

(LIP GRUNTING)

(EXHALES)

When the priest asks for the ring, you just hand it to me. Okay?

I think we're all set, not sure about the bride.

I'll go check.

KEV: Holy Shit.

What?

You look fantastic.

- Yeah? - Beautiful.

-(SPEAKS RUSSIAN) -(LAUGHS)

You guys ready?

DEBS". Fiona?

Hey...

Thank you.

I didn't do it for you.

I want Franny in the wedding pictures.

All right, let's go.

Wow.

Groomsmen and groom, follow us.

PRIEST: Line up on the right.

Maid of honor, and bride.

What about the flower girl?

Sorry, sweetie. Family first.

All those not in the wedding party, please find seats.

So, who's giving the bride away?

FRANK'. (STUTTERS) I am. Father...

Here I am. Father of the bride.

- Frank. - Where do you want me, Padre?

FIONA: No. Absolutely not.

Frank, come on. Get out of here.

- Come on. - Hey! I'm your father.

I have a right. No!

Stop! I have a duty.

To walk my daughter down the aisle, and to give her away.

Jesus. Are you high?

Wow.

Yes, I am, actually. But that's beside the point.

Come on. Come on, Frank. Let's go.

SEAN: Nobody wants you here, Frank. Just go.

I'm your father.

I may not have always been a great one, but I'm still your father,

and I'm gonna walk you down that fucking aisle!

- PRIEST: Do we have a problem? - Oh, no, we don't.

Go, Frank. You're not wanted here.

Why, Sean? Why am I not wanted here?

Am I a disappointment?

Have I disappointed you, Sean?

No. It's because you're a massive fuck-up

who makes everyone around you miserable every chance you get.

Well, no one's perfect, Sean.

Ain't that right?

I don't want you here.

- Get the fuck out, Frank. Come on. - My loving family!

So judgmental, all without faults.

"He who is without sin, let him cast the first stone."

That's basically the gist of it, isn't it?

John 8:7.

Please. Please, Frank.

This is my wedding day. Please don't fuck it up.

We had fun planning for the wedding, didn't we?

I love you, Fiona,

my little girl.

I always accepted you for who you are,

with all of your faults.

Accepted all of you for who you are,

even when you couldn't find a place in your heart to accept me!

For who I am.

We're human.

We make mistakes,

have faults.

Lip's drinking his breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Ian is a bipolar queer.

Deb's 15 with a baby on her hip!

And Carl thinks he's a brother

with a foxy fucking girlfriend.

I'm not sure how you pulled that one off.

And Fiona, my beautiful Fiona,

you've let so many men drive up that freeway between your legs

you're gonna have to put an exit sign on your vagina.

And now, you're marrying Sean.

Sean!

Yeah. I know you, Seany boy.

Takes a dope fiend to know a dope fiend, and you are world-class.

I went by your business last night late when nobody was there,

and I found some things.

Maybe, we should go back there,

you and your bride to be, and show her the little box

you hide under the invoices.

The bottom drawer of the filing cabinet.

You know, with the needles,

and the spoon, the rubber tubing, and the little

baggies with this brown powder.

How many hits did it take you this morning?

How many did you think

it was gonna take you to get through all this wedding shit?

Is that true?

Oh, he's a junkie through and through,

your husband to be.

FRANK: I'm surprised we're not better friends, Sean.

- We have so much in common. -(SOBBING)

Will!

SEAN: Will...

(DOOR CLOSES)

You are a fucking asshole, Frank.

That I am. Never denied it.

But, at least, I'm an honest asshole. (GRUNTS)

- God damn it! - All right...

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(IAN SIGHS)

He'!-

DEBS: Hey. You all right?

You look terrible.

Thanks.

Here you go. (GRUNTS)

(SNIFFLES)

Where's Franny?

Carl and Dominique are watching her.

She was crying her head off,

and I figured they could use a reminder

of the importance of contraception.

That was a good call showing up today, Debs.

Well, family is family, right?

Yeah.

Really, are you okay?

Uh...

Life's kind of

fucked up right now.

How about you?

You know, this whole baby thing,

this looks like a lot.

You're a good mother, Debs.

Liar.

- But thanks. - Yeah.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Frank says you're drinking too much.

You think that's true?

I don't want you to end up like Frank, okay?

(HONKING)

(SIREN SOUNDING)

I'll be okay.

I'm sorry.

Will okay?

No.

How long you've been using again?

A few months.

Every day?

Last night when we were dancing in the kitchen?

And now, on our wedding day?

Yes.

(STAMMERS) It doesn't really affect me as much anymore, you know,

just takes the edge off.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'm gonna

take Will back to his mother's tonight,

beg Nikole to let me keep shared custody.

SEAN". It's the most important thing now.

More than us?

Yeah. He always was. I was always honest about that.

It's cold.

Hey, I have to go.

Fiona...

Take care of yourself, okay?

This is it, huh? (CLEARS THROAT)

First week will be tough.

Gets easier after that.

Work the steps,

put up with the slightly inane Big Book crap.

I'll be right here to pick you up in 30 days.

I can't pay for this.

Yeah.

You'?

Get your ass out of my car.

FRANK: Do you have a brain in your head? How fucking cold--

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

The fuck is wrong with you people?

I could have frozen in there!

Do you know the temperature of the fucking...

Wait. What the fuck?

No! You are not!

Wait a fucking... No way! No! Don't!

No!

No,no,no,no,no!

Let's get out of here.

- Let's go. - Bye, Frank!

Go, go, go, go!

KEV: Drive!