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Hey, people around here
get their ass beat

for missing Shameless.
So sit down, shut up,

and catch up.

Or don't.
I don't give a fuck.

I'm happy to knock
your fucking teeth out.

Meds and vitals now.

- What are those for?
- Anti-rejection.

Hypertension.
Depression.

Diuretic.
And apparently,

that is my new liver,
fucking me in the ass.

- Ow!
- What are you doing?

Do not hit our daughter.
It's just the nipple.

I'm done.
No more breast-feeding.

I'm going to work at the Alibi.

- You can stay here.
- You've got to do something

about your daughter.
She's acting like

a desperate teenager.

- You're lying!
- Ow.

I don't want her
and that Chuckie thing

in my house anymore.

Hey, did you have
a chance to call that doctor?

I don't have what Monica has.

It could be bipolar disease
like our mom.

Come see our show tonight, huh?

- Wish I could.
I turn into a pumpkin at 9:00.

Maybe I'll see you later, huh?

- Did he leave a good tip?
- If he's a musician,

you never know where
that tip's been.

- You guys are cheaters!
- Look who's a sore sport.

Look who's madly in love.

I'm about to start
a big clean up.

They knocked over
Sunny Days on Halsted

- this morning.
- Great, I'm in.

Sell your home
at a premium price.

My contribution to mankind.

I give you Frank's
Milk Of The Gods.

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♪ think of all the luck
you got ♪

♪ know that
it's not for naught ♪

♪ you were beaming
once before ♪

♪ but it's not like that
anymore ♪

♪ what is this downside ♪

♪ that you speak of? ♪

♪ what is this feeling ♪

♪ you're so sure of? ♪

♪ round up the friends
you got ♪

♪ know that
they're not for naught ♪

♪ you were willing
once before ♪

♪ but it's not like that
anymore ♪

♪ what is this downside ♪

♪ that you speak of? ♪

♪ what is this feeling ♪

♪ you're so sure of? ♪

- This is beer?
- I call it Milk Of The Gods.

Man.

I think I just shit my pants.

Good to know.
I'll reduce the hops.

I'll tell you what though.

It's bad ass.

What would you pay
for something like that?

I got some sweet 420
that my girl baked up.

- You wanna trade?
- Done, done, done.

Aw, man.

- Look at that.
- What?

A new day.
And I'm still alive.

Life is good.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Arr-ar-ar-aroooo!

- Cock-a-doodle-doo!
- Arr-ar-ar-aroooo!

Hey.
You're up early.

I'm off house arrest
as of this morning.

- Ah.
- And I just need a screwdriver

to get this thing off.

Are you, uh,
sure that's a good idea?

Probation office
isn't open until tomorrow.

But as long as I give it
back undamaged,

I'm good.
Dude, congratulations

- is not that hard to say.
- Congratulations, Fiona.

- Thank you.
- Well, just try not to

celebrate with any road trips
or hard drugs, yeah?

No promises.
One day at a time.

You start your new job
on a Sunday?

Yeah, it's something to do
with, uh, no city inspectors

working today, and I'm guessing
they're planning

on having us dump
toxic waste some place where

toxic waste should not
be dumped.

Weird thing is,
I'm kinda looking forward to it.

- To dumping toxic waste?
- No, to the job.

You know, no class,
no stress, no grades.

Just hauling shit
and breaking shit.

It's like meditation,
only with large objects.

Meditation?
Wow, you really are

- a 12 step monkey, huh?
- Oh, lick me.

There's my sister.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

This "Happiest Baby" shit
totally works.

Here, Happiest Baby shit
this one.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Put her there.

Give me her.
No, let go of mommy's hair.

There we go, yes.

It's okay.

They're just loving on papa
cause it's Father's Day.

Okay, okay.

Hey, so what's the plan anyway?

- The plan?
- Pancakes?

No, waffles?
Ooh, chocolate chip pancakes.

- What are you talking about?
- It's Father's Day.

- It's Father's Day.
- Oh shit, okay.

- It's Father's Day.
- Yeah, uh.

- It's Father's Day.
- Watch her.

Shh.
It's Father's Day.

It's Father's Day.
Look at that.

Look at those skills.

Kev wants fucking pancakes.

- Holy shit, you okay?
- I have twins.

- I'll never be okay again.
- Shit, I gotta go to work.

Okay? Uh, good luck with,
uh, too many babies,

and good luck with
the jailbreak, okay?

- I'll see you later.
- What are you doing?

I'm off house arrest.
Do you need coffee?

- You look--
- I look what?

Nothing.
Toaster waffles in the freezer.

I've been watching
the clock counting the minutes

till I can open the Alibi
and watch Frank drink his way

- through someone else's liver.
- Hmm, that's fun for you,

- is it?
- Does that make me a bad person

that I'd rather be selling
cheap booze

to barflies than spend time
with my twin spawns of Satan?

Spawns of Satan?
Really?

Do you think I'm a bad mother?

Did you leave either kid
on the porch

last night while you
were going on a drug run?

Then compared to what
I grew up with,

you're an excellent mother.

Ah!
Aahhh!

What? What?

What?
Are you too-- too tired

to jump up and down with me?

Yeah, but if it helps,
this is my happy face now.

All right, Lip,
you're over here, buddy.

So here's what you're
going to do,

you're going to lift
these large pieces of concrete,

put 'em in the bucket
of the bobcat.

Then you go get some more
while the bobcat

dumps them in the low load.

I get to work the bobcat?

Okay, you're going to lift
with your hands

the large pieces of concrete
and put them in the bucket

of the bobcat just like
these assholes

who don't speak English
are doing.

Then you're going to move
out of the way

while the bobcat,
which has a licensed operator

who is me and not you,
dumps them in the low load.

Then you're going to
do it again for eight hours.

You're going to stop after
eight hours 'cause I'm not

paying your college ass
overtime.

You think you can handle that?

I think I'll manage.

All right.

Amanda, huh?
Nice tatas.

Why don't you
give me the phone?

- Why would I do that?
- Phones are a hazard

on the worksite.
You're not going to sue me

for workman's comp because
you're distracted

by a titty shot when a brick
comes flying at your head.

Bricks are flying
at my head now?

This ain't the Alibi, bitch.

You work for me,
you do what I say.

Thank you.

All right, andale, andale.
Arriba, ay-yi-yi-yi.

Nice nipples.

And I want to call him,
'cause he's my dad,

and it's Father's Day.

But that's for me, you know?
And it's selfish

'cause he doesn't want
to hear from me.

And, uh, he made that
pretty clear.

Well, the restraining order
made that pretty freaking clear.

So, I'm not going to call him,
and I'm just going to work

on me the best that I can.

Nice of you to stop by.

Here's your coffee
flavored sugar.

All I can do, right?

You know?
Stay clean, go to work,

pray when I can remember, so...

Are you ankle flirting with me?

I've got excellent ankles.

Now you can see both of them.

No monitor?

How'd you get that off
on a Sunday?

Screwdriver.
A little bit of elbow grease.

- You're trouble, Gallagher.
- Shh, shh, shh.

I'm trying to listen.

And it's one more person
that will never forgive me.

Ew, don't learn from him, Liam.

- He's disgusting.
- Disgusting.

What are we going to do
for money this summer?

I plan to bang
as many chicks as I can,

and get so good at it,
they even pay me to do it.

Ha! Yeah, right.
You're in a wheelchair.

- Chicks dig wheelchairs.
- I swear to God,

if you lose your virginity
before I do,

I'll stab you to death
in your sleep.

I'm supposed to keep it
in my pants till you're 30?

- 30?
- 40?

- That's not funny.
- Yeah it is.

I'm going to the public pool
later if you want to come.

What are you going to do

at the pool?
You can't get wet.

Did you miss the part
where chicks dig wheelchairs?

Hmm, strange man.
Let me get my pepper spray.

Liam, get the door.

Hello, uh, I'm looking
for Frank Gallagher.

- Why?
- Oh, um,

his-- his liver was my-- was--

He's one block over
at Sheila's.

We just need a place to cook

and a table
big enough for three.

Or if you guys want to join,
that would be so wonderful.

- No.
- Ketchup.

Sure.
Coming right up.

- Fiona.
- No, I'm sorry, but you're not

cooking a Father's Day meal
for Frank in my house.

You got table six or is it me?

Uh, I've got it.
Because Frank is not a father.

Not to me, not to my kids,
and honestly, Sammi,

not to you either.
Here you go.

- Need anything else?
- Tabasco.

Coming right up.

- Here you go.
- More maple syrup.

Right away.
Sammi, listen to me.

Frank is Frank.
He'll never be there for you,

or for your kid.
He will disappoint you

every time.
Here you go.

Creamer.

Absolutely.
Anything else?

No.

Sure.

You're cynical, Fiona.
You're too young and pretty

to be so cynical and hard.
I-- It makes me feel sad for you.

Here you go.
Happy Father's Day.

More butter.

Right away.
Sammi, listen to me.

I'm not cynical about Frank.

I'm just finally sane.

Baby needs daylight.
You take him for a run?

Can't, sorry.
I gotta go to a funeral.

Funeral?
For who?

- Some guy he doesn't even know.
- Brother in arms.

- That's all I need to know.
- He didn't even die

in a war, man.
It was like, a car accident.

Fuck you, Mickey.
He died serving his country.

All right.
I guess I'm going with you.

- Can you take baby to funeral?
- No, it's illegal

in this country.
Hey, can you at the very least

not wear a fucking uniform,
since every MP in the world

- is looking for you?
- He's a soldier.

He deserves
our goddamn respect.

♪ let me tell you from now on ♪

♪ how it's going to be ♪

♪ you had better... ♪

- She still ignoring you?
- Just ignore her back.

Hey, Gallagher, looking good.

You too, Holly.

Not you.

- You.
- Really?

Oh, your poor leg.

Poor baby.

She's just talking to you
to mess with me.

Let's hope she just blows me
to mess with you.

♪ la la ♪

♪ la la-la la-la la-la ♪

Excuse me, was there
a problem with your service?

Because a tip of 15%
or more is standard for--

You were slow.

Thanks.

Slow?
Is it that I was slow,

or is it that your bloated
metabolism can't handle

a five minute wait
for the ten pounds of bacon

you shoved down
your fat throat?

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey!
Enough, enough!

Do I have to call the cops?
What's wrong?

- What's going on?
- No tip.

I want to talk to your manager.

- You're talking to him.
- What do you plan

- to do about this?
- Sir, please.

She disrespected my husband
on Father's Day.

- Okay, ma'am. Ma'am.
- Slow, rude, and my eggs

- were undercooked.
- Sir, respectfully,

if you can't afford to tip,
you can't afford to eat here.

Seriously?
You're siding with this

little slut?

Let him go!
Let him go!

Okay, okay.
Sean, let him go.

Okay, I'll let you go.

But first, you apologize
to my waitress.

Then you walk away
and you never walk down

this street again.
You got it?

Yes, sir.

Sorry.

You okay?

Your lip's bleeding.

I'll ice it.

♪ well, monkey tongue ♪

♪ come slap it in ♪

♪ as your hat pounds
in your head ♪

♪ and the religious won't stop ♪

♪ as you swear no never again ♪

♪ so you muscle all
you got left ♪

♪ and drag your ass
across the bed ♪

♪ try like hell to delight ♪

♪ that little horse inside
your head ♪

Sorry.
Shit, sorry.

I-I-I wasn't looking at
you-- your boobs.

Or-- or-- or that way.
Well, actually I'm looking...

at your boobs that way.
They're good boobs.

I'm just--

I just wish my babies
had boobs.

Shit.
Sorry.

Shh, shh, shh.

Ow, ow.

My hair, my hair,
let go, let go.

Your wife is not breastfeeding?

I-I-I di-- I don't--
I just don't get it.

I mean, Amy bites her
a couple of times and what?

She just quits the gig?

Imagine you are swimming.

And baby shark comes
out of nowhere,

and sinks his fucking teeth
into your ball sacks.

This is what it feels like
when they bite nipple.

Like they have declared war.

Like, if you have a hammer
in your hand,

you could bash the brains
out of this little shit.

This is what it feels like.

Damn.
I think I owe V an apology.

But still,
it's no reason to quit.

There are ways to stop biting.

Well, that's exactly
what I said.

My husband has
no interest in baby.

Orange boy, he helps.
But, who helps you?

V has interest.
It's just-- Yeah.

No, I mean,
she works a lot, so.

Two babies, no help?

Give her to me.

Really?

♪ we fell in love
by the fountain ♪

Liam, you're getting
ice cream everywhere.

- Why do you get so mad?
- Why don't you tell me

- the truth?
- You gotta chill.

It wasn't even a thing.

I am not chilling out.
You...

- Chill out.
- Jesus!

You are such a slut.

You'll screw anything
with legs.

Scumbag.

Hey.
Let it go.

They were just fat assholes.

I run a restaurant, Fiona.

Fat assholes are my
bread and butter.

Wait, are you mad at me now?

No, it's just you--
you could have gone

- to jail for what, three bucks?
- What are you talking about?

So you take off your monitor,

you're still on probation.
Fighting in the street?

Why are you stirring shit?

I went out there to ask
about my tip.

You're the one who
turned into a rabid dog.

Not that I didn't
find that sexy,

I'm not going to lie,
but, you know,

pot, kettle.

You bring it out in me.

- So it's all my fault?
- Get out there

before one of those
fat assholes starves.

_

I think Chuckie's
mildly retarded.

Someone should
probably tell Sammi.

Frank, you'll never
guess what happened.

Well, whatever it is,
I hope it's more exciting

than this sad display
of mentally disabled art.

- Oh, cookies.
- Frank, Frank.

A realtor came by.
And he was with two, like,

very clean lesbians.
And he offered us double

the market value for the house.

Double, Frank.

You didn't accept it, did you?

No, but why not?

Double?
It's got scam

- written all over it.
- Happy Father's Day.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, Sammi.
Sorry about that.

Frank, can you imagine what
we can do with that money?

We could go anywhere.
We could travel anywhere,

anywhere in the whole world,
and she would never be able

to find us.

She would never find us.

God kills soldiers!
Because America loves faggots!

The Lord is my Shepherd;
I shall not want.

God kills soldiers!
Because America loves faggots!

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

God kills soldiers!
Because America loves faggots!

He leadth me beside
the still waters...

Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death...

- God kills soldiers!
- I will fear no evil...

Because America loves faggots!

- ...for though art with me.
- God kills soldiers!

Jesus Christ, what the fuck
is wrong with you people?

Ian, you are in uniform
and you're wanted by MPs.

Can you not make
a fucking-- Hey, hey!

- That's making a scene.
- Hey, shut the fuck up!

- What are you doing?
- Oh, you--

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

They call themselves a church.
I'm gonna bash their fucking

- heads in with Jesus.
- That's a terrible

- fucking idea... Shut up.
- Motherfuckers.

- Are you okay, son?
- Fuck you!

You can't wear the uniform
and wield a cross

- as a weapon, soldier.
- Oh, I'm the problem, huh?

I'm the fucking problem?

You're protecting
these assholes!

Listen to me.

I hate these pricks too,
but you need to settle down

or I'll have to call
your commanding officer.

- It's Gallagher, is it?
- No, we-- we're good.

We're good.
Thank you.

I got him.
I got him.

Stop.
You want to fuck them up

then we need a plan.

We can do more damage
if we have a plan.

Let's go home and make one.

God kills soldiers!
Because America loves faggots!

Let's go.
Go.

They offer any money up front?
Cash today?

No.
And-- and they had a realtor.

And he had business cards
and everything.

Doesn't make sense.

Doesn't track.

Hey, Sammi!

No, Frank, no.
Come on.

Don't get her involved in this.

Oh, calm down.
She's got a good head

- for cons.
- Oh, God!

- Yeah, pop?
- Why would two dykes

offer double market value
for this dump?

- What's the scam?
- Not a scam.

An investment.
Tribune named this neighborhood

an up and comer.
Alls anybody's talking about

down at the Alibi.

- Oh, mother of God.
- What?

You are not selling.

Hey, who was talking
about sell--

Are you going to sell this--
- Frank.

They may have female
genitalia, but those lesbians

are the man moving in
on our territory.

- Oh, great.
- It used to be that a--

that poor folks could get
a-a decent apartment

right near downtown.
And then suddenly, it's moved

40 blocks south.
And then 80 blocks.

- Where does it end?
- Well, maybe it ends

with you and me in an RV
seeing the country.

This is just like
with the Jews.

Ten years from now, they'll
claim it "never happened,"

but it is happening.
They want to move people in

who can pay taxes.
So they push us out.

And eventually, we end up
in a camp somewhere

- at the edge of civilization.
- Oh.

A tent city built on old
landfills and toxic waste sites.

And then they start passing out
the smallpox blankets.

Oh, Frank, I mean--

Maybe that's the lesbians

- with more money.
- Okay.

Or maybe it's competing
lesbians.

- Wait, would you wait?
- No, no, no, Frank.

Would you wait a second?

Oh, hello.

Hello.
I-I-- My name is Wade Shelton.

I'm looking
for Frank Gallagher.

He was the recipient
of my son's liver.

- Oh, oh, come in.
- Thank you.

- Come in.
- You can't have it back.

Oh, don't mind him.

That medical marijuana
makes him a little loopy.

Hi, I'm Frank's daughter,
Sammi.

- Hello.
- Hi.

How can we help you,
Mr. Shelton?

Oh, I-I-I don't want
to bother you, but my wife and I

were going to have
a little supper this afternoon

for all our son's
organ recipients,

- a little celebration.
- What a wonderful idea.

Thank you.
Yeah, my way of...

having one last Father's Day
with my boy.

And I'm so sorry
for the late notice.

I-I really am, but well,
we had a little trouble

tracking you down.
I know this may seem odd,

but you organ recipients,
you're all that we have left

of our son, so would you.
Both of you--

- Are-- are you Mrs. Gallagher?
- I am, yes.

- I am Mrs. Gallagher.
- Great, would you--

would you please
come at 5:00?

- What are you serving?
- Prime rib.

- My boy's favorite.
- Creamed horseradish?

- Of course, yeah.
- We will be there, good sir.

Oh, great, great.
Thank you, thank you.

- Sure, let me see you out.
- I would love to come actually.

Both of you.
I don't think you're invited.

Ow, ow, ow, stop it.

No one's touching you.

Enough.

Your turn to hang with Liam.
Don't let him drown.

Hi.

Hi.

You okay?

Are you lost?

Hey.

I think you lost one.

What?

Two, three.

I got all my kids.

- Hey, Will.
- Dad!

Hey.

He's a good dad.

Miss your kid, huh?

Like a burn all over my body.

Order's up.

Boston creme and Java black.

- Are we that predictable?
- Looked like another

- hangover day.
- Do you you remember the orders

of all of your
favorite customers?

Just the future rock stars.

Oh, you got no ankle monitor.

Yeah, free at last.

Oh, so you have no excuse
to miss our show tonight.

- Dude, we eat here.
- So?

So don't act like
a dog in here.

Feel free to ignore him.

He's kinda hard to ignore.

- Dude, we eat here.
- 'Cause I-I can't help myself.

You know, I think-- I think
she might be my Yoko.

So you're going to put me
on a list?

Yeah.
Check it out, hmm.

Oh, you can bring your man too.

- That's cool.
- He's not my man.

Just my boss.

So you do believe

in letting them cry it out?

Believe?
No, I think it's child abuse.

But sometimes I think it's,
how you call it?

"Necessary evil."
Like waxing pussy.

Yeah, I totally agree with you.

Especially with two.
Sometimes it's like, fuck!

Yeah, I cannot imagine
having two.

What are you talking about?
You're about to have two.

No, a surrogate.
I rent uterus like youth hostel.

That's cool.
Yeah, my mom-in-law

did something like that for us.

Except she kept the baby,
which is kinda wrong.

- Don't do that.
- No, I get money.

Half to start, half to deliver.

I will deliver.

You know, this is cool.
Hanging out with you,

talking about all this
baby stuff.

You know, at first--
Come here, honey.

To be honest with you,

I always thought you were
just some handjob whore.

Oh, it's okay.
I thought you were

illiterate bartender pimp.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
Ow.

You know, you need haircut.

Yeah, I know.
But V likes it long.

Come in.

Hey Debs.
Do you know Svetlana?

Of course, she's my brother's
lover's baby mama.

Right.
What do you want?

There's a rat in the pool.
Can you fish it out?

I am done with the public pool
for the rest of the summer.

Sure, no problem.
But can you watch Amy and Gemma

for a while?
A swim sounds nice.

Why you done with public pool?

Someone shit in it?

No.

Someone shit on you?

Sort of.

Can you teach me
how it all works?

How what works?

How you make guys want you,

and when they do,
what do you actually do?

I mean, I've seen porn,
but I'm not sure I understand

all the technicalities.
And you're a professional,

so I figure you're
the best person to ask.

And please don't accuse me
of being retarded or a child,

because I'm neither.

We could see Karen.
And Jody.

We could see Mount Rushmore.

We could go see where the--
where the aliens landed

in New Mexico.

Or-- or-- or we could see
The Burning Man.

The Burning Man, Frank.
And mostly, Frank,

we could get away from Sammi.

Please, Frank, please.
Please don't fight me on this.

Because she just brings
something out in me.

I don't fully understand it.

It's hate.

It's hate.

I hate her.

I hate your daughter, Frank.

And I'm willing to sell
this house that I love

- to get away from her.
- Shiels, I get it.

- Yeah.
- I-I-I get it.

Sammi is a tough nut
to learn to love.

And if we're being honest,
I have heretofore failed

on that front myself.

But I will not participate
in the destruction

- of my neighborhood.
- Oh!

No, I will be remain here
on the South Side

of Chicago, and launch my beer,

which will be
a far greater legacy

than any "Burning Man"
will ever be.

I want to see The Burning Man!

I want to see The Burning Man!

I don't get it.
Is he alive and burning?

Does he burn himself
a little bit each day?

I don't know!
I don't know how he burns or--

I don't know.
And I-I want to know.

I want to know!

I-I know.

Hey.
What's going on?

I see plenty
of fucking peashooters,

but do we have any, uh,
full automatic weapons?

Grenades?

Okay.
All right.

- What?
- You got any armor piercing

- ammo?
- Why?

Because I fucking need some,
that's why.

Yo, you need to get
your bitch in line, man.

Okay, here's what
we're going to do.

We're going to call in
some guys I know.

They're veterans who are sick
of this shit, just like us.

They'll fight with us.
And then, we'll burn down

that whole fucking church
with all the

homophobic trash inside.

- He's freaking out.
- You think?

- Fuck.
- Is he on something?

I fucking wish.

What do we do?
Call Fiona?

Think Fiona can stop him
from going postal

- on a bunch of churchgoers?
- Well, I think he's sick

- and she's dealt with it before.
- She'll send him

to a fucking shrink.
No.

We fix this ourselves.

Yo, Private Ryan.
I got a plan.

That's the day, guys, thanks!

Gallagher, you're still
upright.

- Yeah.
- Didn't see that coming.

Hey, who had him making it
the whole day?

- Not me.
- No chance.

- So the pool's mine?
- No, fuck that.

The pool buys us all
a round at the Alibi.

Yeah, I'd get some bleach
on that phone if I was you.

He had it in
the port-a-john for an hour.

Shut the fuck up, Sullivan.

Hey, we hit the showers,

and then we go
to the bar, College.

Unless you think you're too good
to drink with all of us.

No, I'll see you guys there,
all right?

- All right.
- All right.

All right,
get the fuck out of here.

Hey, dad.
I'm ready.

For God's sake, Sammi,
have some pride.

You're not invited
to this dinner.

Sheila, it's fucking
Father's Day

- and I'm his goddamn daughter.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, Nellie.

Sheila, Sammi, let's make
this a whole family event.

- Oh.
- Hey, I'm sure there's plenty

of prime rib to go around.

Why don't you run in
and get Chuckie?

Thank you, daddy.

Thank you.
Chuckie!

- Come on, baby!
- She wasn't invited.

- Wait.
- We're going out with grampa.

- Run.
- What?

- Run. Now.
- Oh.

Lip?

- Hey.
- You're soaking wet.

Yeah, well, uh, wet beats hot.

That a come on?

- You look, um--
- Like a church girl?

- Yeah.
- Oh, good, that's the point.

How's Ian doing?

Not great.
But we have it covered.

I think... at least today.

Well, let me know if
I can, uh--

Yeah, I will.

Hey, you, uh,
you got a girlfriend?

Well, I-- I'm around,
this summer, if you wanna--

Just-- just don't call
'cause Kenyetta, you know.

- Right.
- Come by my work

- if you want to hang.
- Okay.

You look really pretty, Mandy.

♪ I'll meet you ♪

♪ by the facts, your door ♪

♪ I'll meet you ♪

♪ where the company falls ♪

♪ and yeah pass the ball ♪

♪ bless you now,
it's been warm ♪

Hey.

Here we go.

Okay, baby.

Do like we talked about.

I'll give you some privacy.

♪ really got their head
screwed on ♪

♪ oh pretty baby,
gonna drive 'em crazy ♪

Excuse me, I-I really need
to talk to the Pastor,

- is he around?
- Hold up your arms.

- Sorry?
- Gotta check you for weapons.

♪ 'cause I can't
settle for more ♪

♪ yeah ♪

♪ I could get sent away ♪

♪ bullet sent away ♪

♪ bullet sent away ♪

Hi.

There are no dues
or fees for NA membership.

We are self-supporting
through our own contributions.

NA is not allied with any
sect, denomination, politics--

- I thought I might
find you here.

Two meetings in one day?

Well, I didn't get that much

out of this morning's meeting.

'Cause I was sitting next
to this guy I really like.

You want to go see
a band with me tonight?

That was me
asking you on a date.

Yeah.

'Cause I figure you kinda
can't ask me out,

you know,
'cause I work for you.

And you know how well
it went for me

last time I dated
my boss, but...

I got my ankle monitor off,
and...

it feels like progress.

I don't know.
I thought, "What the hell?"

So...

I'm asking.

Are you gonna answer?

Can I answer after the meeting?

There's no crosstalk
at this meeting.

Who would like to start reading?

That's a good one there.
Beautiful.

I'm telling you,
isn't that something?

- That's a better one.
- These are.

I bet the chicks love that.

- And you can make it move.
- Oh.

Okay, interesting story.
This was a screw-up.

She got some pain and just--
oh, my kidney.

Again, I'd li-- I'd like to--
I'd like to thank you

all for coming.
Uh, I really wish that...

you all could have met David.

He died bravely,
the way he lived.

He was fighting off
a home invader.

I really wish that
I'd taught him to run

- instead of fight.
- That's true, right?

Wade?
Dinner's about ready.

Here she is.
Here she is, everyone.

This is my wife,
and David's mother, Laura.

Laura, this is...

David.

Hello, everyone.
Thank you for being here.

It means a lot.
To my husband.

Laura, I'm-- I'm Frank.
I'm the liver.

Oh, yeah, and I'm--
I'm Sheila.

- I'm Frank's wife.
- I'm Harold, the lungs.

Hi, I'm Alice.
I'm the corneas.

Hello.

- Oh, fuck!
- Hi, everyone.

I'm Frank's daughter, Sammi,

and this is
his grandson, Chuckie.

I am so sorry if we're late.

Chuckie had to go
number two real bad,

so, we lost a little time.

My mother's heartbroken.

My father, he started
drinking again.

And my brother,
he won't listen to reason.

Why would he choose faggotry
over his family?

Why?

It's a sin
that destroys, Mandy.

And you have to cut
that sinner out of your life.

I'm just under 30 days clean.

And I still think about
using every day.

Because it's a constant
temptation.

Like a yearning.

I feel it in my stomach
and my skin.

No, no, no.
Forget it.

Bullshit, man!

- It was not my idea.
- Fuck that, I don't care.

Come on.
It's the only way to do it.

- Somebody's got to do it.
- No way.

- There's another way.
- Who's doing it?

- Not me.
- I'll do it.

No, you'll go overboard
and kill a son of a bitch,

- and you know it.
- All right.

You do it.
It's your idea.

That's exactly why
I don't have to do it.

- It's my idea.
- Listen, listen--

- I'll crush his fucking skull,

but no, I'm not playing this.
It's too fucked up.

Fuck that, Ian's right.
The son of a bitch

deserves to die.

I'll do it.
I'll do it for my country.

For the army.
For all of you.

I'll do it.

For your country.

Where the fuck is he?
You were supposed to drug him.

Didn't have to.
He's on his way.

Okay.
Show me your face now.

- My face?
- Your seductions face.

You have no mother?

- Uh, not really.
- Okay.

Ooh, what's that for?

So I could do for you
what my mother did for me.

My son was--

My son is the center
of my life.

It just-- it means so much
to us to have you here

on this very painful
Father's Day.

My first in 18 years
without my boy, so--

That is such a coincidence.

Because this is my first
Father's Day ever with a dad.

Well... okay.

Great meat, Laura.

- Cheers.
- No.

I-I-I-I'm sorry, but ex--
excuse me.

You-- you are not
supposed to drink

when you have a donor liver.

On the contrary,
I've done extensive research,

and this liver will last me
close to a decade

if I pace myself correctly.

Well, fuck it.
Anybody got a smoke?

Oh, God.

Rat's gone, chlorine's in,
pool is as good as--

- Holy shit.
- Oh, he is man.

You try seductions face.

What the hell are you doing?

Put your tongue
back in your mouth.

What is this shit?

Five minutes ago
you were a baby.

Well, she looks good, yes?

Ah, I'm not answering that.

- But, this means yes.
- You know, Fiona's gonna flip.

I'm not a baby anymore, Kev.
Deal.

I can't
would you put that down?

Why is there a condom on it?

Oh, and what about you, huh?

Your wife no like pain, so she
takes breasts away from babies.

You don't like pain, so we take
hair away from babies.

Come on, who wears testicles
in family?

You or wife?
Huh?

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Oh, what time is it?

Jesus, you scared me.
Did you take something?

Oh, yeah, a job for illegal
immigrants and convicts.

Oh, shit.

You want to drink
the pain away?

I was thinking I might
go see this band.

And Sean blew me off so--

You and Sean, you're a thing?

I thought, maybe.
But... who knows?

- You want to go?
- I can't.

- I gotta go to the Alibi.
- Why?

It's a job requirement.

Ow.

Hey, V, it's Fiona.
Want to cut out of work

and come dancing?

♪ I got a feeling that ♪

♪ I'm underneath ♪

♪ and I got a feeling ♪

♪ that I'm underneath ♪

Carl let me in.

Did I overstep?
Freak you out?

No.

I just can't.

I want to, Fiona.

But I just can't.

You can't come see
a band with me?

No, I-I can't anything
with you.

- You're, uh...
- What?

Dangerous.
You're dangerous.

Look, I know that there's
a thing like you're not

supposed to date newcomers
or whatever, but...

I'm not really a newcomer
'cause I'm not really

a drug addict, so...

You won't be damaging me
by dating me.

No, I-- I'd be damaging me.
See, you go to these meetings

because the judge ordered you
too, and it's fun,

and you learn
a little something.

But for me, those meetings, uh,

you know, they saved my life.

Literally, every day.
Save my life.

Okay.
I get it, I get it.

I'll stop flirting
in the meetings.

It's not just the meetings,
you know, it's chaos.

- Just chaos follows you around.
- But I'm doing better.

You took your monitor
off yourself.

- So?
- So you should have waited

- for the PO and you know it.
- That's a technicality.

You're going to judge me
for that?

No, I'm not going to judge
you for that,

I'm going to want you for that.

I find it charming as fuck

that you took a screwdriver
to your monitor,

and I find it sexy as hell
that you had a bloody lip

- before lunch today.
- Are you making fun of me?

No, it's just you're
a chaos junkie, Fiona.

And I'm a junkie junkie,
so I love chaos,

and when I get into chaos,
bad shit follows.

- And women like you--
- Women like me?

Yeah.
Wo-- Hot, sexy,

irresistible,

fun,

troublemaking,

chaos causing,

women like you...

were my drug of choice long
before I got into smack.

It's funny, in fact.

It was a woman just like you
shot me up the first time.

- I would never do that.
- No, I know.

But you're a slippery slope
for me, Fiona.

I coulda beat that guy
to death this morning

'cause he didn't tip you.

And it's not your fault.
That is not on you.

That's on me.

But I-I have a son.

And I won't risk my relationship
with my son

no matter how badly I...

want to do very, very
bad things

both to and with you.

I'm not just chaos.

I'm better.
I've changed.

I think I could be
really good for you.

I hope you keep coming
to these meetings

'cause I think they
help everyone.

But I'm asking you--

I'm really asking you, Fiona.

Just sit somewhere else
when you do.

Hey.

Oh, my God.
Is that Amy on your tit?

Who can tell them apart?

Come here, baby.
Kevin!

What's up, babe?

What?
What the--

What happened to your head?
Wh-- what the fuck?

You have no idea
how good this feels.

We should shave our head
every fucking summer.

What?
I-- Wait.

Okay.
First of all,

why was there a hooker's tit
in my baby's mouth?

All right, with the hooker.
It's Svetlana.

And we ran out of formula,
so we had to improvise.

You coulda called me.
I would've brought you

some formula.
Or maybe she coulda went out

- and got some.
- God didn't make formula,

Veronica.
God made boobs for a reason.

Hey.
What's going-- Oh shit. Kev.

Hey, Fiona.
Hey, V.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.
- Debbie?

- What the fuck?
- Did you do this?

Know what? I think it's
time for baby's nap.

Okay, excuse me.
Okay, bye-bye.

What happened to your hair?
If it was lice again,

- I could have washed it.
- No, no, it was hot.

And the kids were pulling
on it.

I loved that hair.
That-- that was my hair, Kev.

I-- How could you do this?

How could he do this?

V, it's just hair.
It'll grow back.

You fed our baby hooker's milk
and you shaved your head.

Okay, okay, let's go, okay.
We're just going to go.

Let's go dance.
Come on, let's go to the bar.

Who the fuck are you?

It's just a fucking haircut.

Keep telling yourself that.
Come on, let's go.

See you, Kev.

Mandy, you sweet, sweet girl.

It's still a sin of the flesh.

But God wants my mouth on you.

He wants you to feel his love
through me.

Look away, Pastor.

I don't want you
to see me sinning.

I don't want you
to think less of me.

But God granted you
such beauty, Mandy.

But if you don't watch,

then I can pretend I'm praying.

Yes.

♪ now I feel alive ♪

- Really fast.
- What-- what is this?

- That's a good one.
- What are you doing?

Oh, I'm Tweeting.
Facebook too.

And done.

So what are you going
to tell the press, Pastor?

That you thought
you were getting blown

- by a teenage girl?
- Oh.

- Or by God himself?
- Oh, my God.

It's just a haircut.
Why is everyone freaking out?

It's not just a haircut.
It's you-- you look like--

What?
I look like a what?

Whoa, you look like a hooker.

- You think?
- That is not

- a compliment, Debbie.
- From Carl?

- Totally is.
- Hookers are hot.

- See?
- Debbie.

You're a smart girl.
What are you doing

- hanging out with whores?
- I don't know.

You're a smart girl.
Why are you on probation

for drugs?

Your friends still aren't
talking to you?

What friends?

You know, your haircut

actually looks pretty cute.

But you're gonna have to take
that makeup down

by at least half.

Fine.

What are you doing right now?

You want to come
and see a band with me?

Yeah.

It was a long shower.

Oh, you pussied up.

Yeah, well, might have been
some phone sex with Miami.

What are you guys building
on top of the old nursing home?

I don't build.
I'm just demo.

I'll tell you what it is.

I'll tell you all what it is.

It's a Starbucks.

Or some sort of
artisanal juicery.

Or a whole fucking foods.

Just drop it, Frank, all right?

I'm talking about
gentrification, my friends.

- Genital what?
- I'm talking about

the beginning of the end.
I have seen this before

on Fulton Street in '64.

On Kirby Street in '68.

Realtors started buying up
property at better

than market value,
and within a few months,

the whole neighborhood
was over run with the gentry,

and we were forced out.
Today, the urban gentry

is monied lesbians.
They knock on your door.

They offer you twice
what your home is worth,

and they do it 'cause they
know something you don't.

He like this at home?

You think I'd let him
live in my home?

Laugh, laugh.
You won't be laughing in a year.

When you won't be able
to afford to live here.

They move in, they take over.

They kick the homeless
out of the park

as if they don't have a God
given right to sleep there.

We are dinosaurs, my friend.

And a big, fat comet is headed
for our sweet slice of earth.

And that comet is a Starbucks.

Oh, he didn't card me.

- I must look hot.
- You do.

And I told you, you don't need
those whore shorts.

Come on, let's dance.

♪ you know you better
believe me ♪

♪ 'cause if I had you
on my arm ♪

♪ it would make my heart sing ♪

♪ and I could lift
my head up high ♪

♪ 'cause you'd be my baby ♪

♪ you're such a beautiful
thing to dream ♪

Hey, 14 will get you 20.

♪ you make me want to
freak out ♪

♪ yeah, my heart's on fire ♪

♪ on your side ♪

♪ of explanation ♪

I hope you're here
to apologize.

I tried, Sammi.
I've tried to be your friend.

Because you're
Frank's daughter,

and Frank's my husband.

But I realized today,
I'm your step-mother.

And so to be a good
step-mother to you

is to be a parent to you
rather than a friend.

So, as a parent,
it's my responsibility

to tell you that the reason
people don't like you,

and that your father
doesn't want to be around you,

is because you're
very, very needy.

I just think
you should know that,

and then you can work on it.

You're needy and annoying.

And slutty, and a bad mother.

I think this belongs
to Chuckie.

♪ yeah yeah, yeah yeah ♪

♪ yeah-ah ♪

♪ yeah yeah, yeah yeah ♪

♪ yeah-ah ♪

Hey!

Asshole.

Aw, shit.
Come on, Debs, let's go!

- Oh, my God.
- You want to dress like that

and hang in bars, you gotta
learn to run faster.

That was insane, I can't
believe you just did that.

Holy shit.

How'd he know?

What's going on?

_

Told you.

Arr-ar-ar-aroooo!

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