All language subtitles for Shameless (US) (2011) - S09E04 - Do Right, Vote White! (1080p BluRay x265 RCVR)

The fuck were you doing
last week

that was more important
than watching Shameless?

Protesting homophobia
and bigotry?

Damn right you were.

Now watch the show!

They made a list
of the rapiest bars

on the South Side,
and The Alibi's number one?

I can't go to public school.
Hopkins made me soft.

I have manners now.
I eat pâté.

There's three weeks
of school left,

and you got to go somewhere.

What if I help you
get better grades?

For free?

No, for protection
from Cracker Girl.

Okay, deal.

Your political contributions
are welcome

and most appreciated.

Mo White is our only hope.

You sure this isn't
about the money, Frank?

Of course it's about
the money, Tommy.

- You got a sister?
- Half-sister.

She's been in and out of rehab,
like, 100 times.

I look after her kid sometimes.

The woman who owns
box 669...

could you tell me about her?

- I mean, what's she like?
- She's a junkie.

Her daughter's in here
all the time looking for her.

There's a kid...

I want you to recommend
to West Point.

I already recommended someone.

- Oh!
- Bitch, I'm not asking.

What's his name?

Carl Gallagher.

Aah!

Why do you wear
an ankle bracelet

that shocks you
when you get near a school?

She told me she was 18.

- But...
- But?

She wasn't.

♪♪ 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? ♪♪

No.

I'm not feeling so good.

Think I'm coming down
with something.

Buddy, it's not happening.
You're going to school. Go.

It's a waste of time.
I'm not learning anything.

Can you just homeschool me?

No coffee.
Milk or juice.

All the famous people
are homeschooled...

Leonardo da Vinci,
Abe Lincoln,

Justin Bieber.

I don't see you
painting the ceiling

of the Sistine Chapel
anytime soon, Biebs.

Go.

Hey, Carl, how much longer
those dogs

gonna be dying down there?

It's in God's hands now.

Well, tell God to hurry
the fuck up, all right?

The whole house stinks.

I'm providing
an essential service

to below-the-poverty-line
animal lovers

while racking up
on community service hours

for my West Point application.

- It's a win-win.
- Hey.

Military service
is for losers.

Spoken like a true patriot.

And I'll be proud to protect
your Constitutional right

to be an asshole, Frank.

- What's with the outfit?
- Got to hit the stump with Mo.

Tomorrow's election day.

We're fighting

for the under-represented
Caucasian male.

I think you're on the wrong
side of history on this one.

Oh, I know Mo probably

- isn't gonna win.
- Probably?

But democracy's about

fighting for what
you believe is right.

And rounding up as much

campaign contribution cash
as possible.

Mo isn't taking money
from lobbyists

and corporate elites.

Only small donations

from the local citizenry.

'Cause nobody
with any sense

would want to support
a pedophile.

Au contraire,
fruit of my loins.

No less a luminary
than the president

of these United States

supported a candidate
of questionable sexual history

in regard to the chasing
of underage tail.

Yeah, and the guy lost.

How much you getting paid,
Frank?

Here you go.

I take a small stipend,

as is the custom
for campaign managers.

Might not want to wear
that shirt

out of the house, Frank.

Hey, you okay?

Couldn't sleep.

Got used to all the noise
in jail.

It's too quiet here.

First time anybody's ever
said that about this place.

Hey, you meet
your public defender yet?

Geneva and the Gay Jesus donors
got a lawyer for me.

Rich queer,
too much time on his hands

since same-sex marriage
got fixed.

All right.
Hey, Xan, Liam, we got to go.

Here you go.
Hey, uh, Ian,

Debbie was supposed
to come home last night.

Franny's sleeping upstairs.
Can you keep an eye on her

until, uh, she gets back?

Debbie didn't come home
last night?

No, no, she said she was going
to see a band with some friend.

Just like her mother,
ready to spread her legs

for any guy with a wallet chain
and a flaming skull tattoo.

Still Father of the Year,
Frank.

♪♪ Before you,
I was all alone ♪♪

You have time for breakfast?

Yeah, sure.

- I work swing today.
- Mm.

Mm.

Patsy's?

Ah, you mind
if we stay in?

I can make us some waffles.

- Waffles?
- Yeah.

I love waffles.

Mm.

And I have fresh strawberries.

- Fresh strawberries?
- Mm-hmm.

I love fresh strawberries.

I just can't believe

that Frank is supporting
that child-fucker Mo White.

I'm surprised anything
Frank does still surprises you.

You have time
to knock on a few doors

for Ruiz with me later?

Ruiz, not Wyman?

Why would I support Wyman?

'Cause she's a woman.

Oh, I should support her

just 'cause she's a woman?

So you would never support
a woman 'cause you're a man?

Ruiz is pro-development,
pro-business.

He'll be good
for the South Side.

And he'll be good for you.

I'm not gonna apologize
for enlightened self-interest.

That's what makes America work.

Spoken like
a true robber baron.

Spoken like a true socialist.

I'm Irish...
free health care,

free college tuition.

Endless rain,
potato famine.

Bit behind the times,
aren't you?

It doesn't rain?

Patsy's at 5:00.

We'll hit Pilsen.

We got to get
those Ruiz votes out

so I can continue
exploiting the masses.

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Sure they wouldn't
have been better off

if you'd just gassed them
like you were supposed to?

I couldn't bring myself
to do it.

How are you gonna order men
to kill the enemy

if you can't put down
a couple of old dogs?

What?

That's what officers do...
order men to kill.

What'd you think they were
gonna teach you at West Point,

marching cadences?

Is that what Gay Jesus
would do?

What, kill old dogs?

Hell, no.

Gay Jesus is all
about inclusion and grace,

but you're not looking
to get into Heaven.

You want to lead
lean, mean murdering machines.

Can't kill a couple
of old dogs,

might be about time
to start considering...

teaching kindergarten?

Nursing school?

You don't think someone
could misinterpret that sign?

What?

How? If you have
a vagina, you're safe.

Vagina Safe Zone.

But it could mean

all the vaginas inside
are safe from disease.

There is no way we are still
on that rapiest bar list.

We have all the signed
sex consent forms,

we took down
all the rapey posters

and the bondage stuff.

It's time to call that bitch
from the Southside Beat

and get her back here
to re-inspect.

Mo, where you been?

I've been looking
all over for you.

Today's about
getting out the Mo vote

and rounding up a few more
campaign contributions

while we still can.

Bus'll be along any minute.

You okay?

Did you see the polls
in the Tribune this morning?

They have us
at six percent, Frank.

Six.

I didn't get back into politics
to be humiliated.

No, no, no, you got to look
at the glass as half-full.

The Tribune had us at three
on Saturday.

You've doubled your support
in two days.

There's the bus.
Okay.

Let's do it.

Yeah?

Mo?

Eh...

Mmm.

These are wonderful waffles.

Right?

Right, thank you.

- Very crispy.
- Mm-hmm.

Nice.

Mm.

- Hmm?
- Mmm.

♪♪ I've been searching
for a spark ♪♪

♪♪ You didn't lie ♪♪

Let's move in together.

- We should move in together.
- Yeah, we should.

♪♪ Stormy clover eyes
in every... ♪♪

Let's check our progress

on Chapter 13.

You have 20 minutes
to answer the ten questions.

Don't spend all your time
on any one question.

If you don't know
the answer,

move on to the next
and come back

if you have time left.

Hi.

Excuse me.

Sorry. Okay.

Sorry. Okay.

Hey, Tyesha, what the hell
is this?

Oh, your dad came by.

He said you were okay
with him putting it up.

Where is my Ru...

Scotch tape, please.

Okay. Last time.

Enjoy.

Hey.
Wyman?

Give it.

Take off the Wyman buttons.

Guys, no electioneering
in the workplace.

Thank you.

No.

No, absolutely not.

Give it.

You want me to start singing
We Shall Overcome?

Loud?

Anybody who agrees
to wear a Ruiz pin

gets a free piece of pie.

Our social media group

is really taking off.

77,000 new followers

on social media
in the last five days.

Chapters are springing up
all over the country,

and even in Europe.

The Gay Jesus Germans
have unsurprisingly

turned militant quickly
and burned down

two evangelical churches
in Stuttgart.

- What's up?
- Who are they?

Our Lesbian Legion

from the MMA gym on Racine.

Your gays turned out to be
too sweet to handle security.

I'm in love.

What's his name this time?

Alex.

Well, Alexandra.

He's a she?

Sort of.
She's pretty masculine.

So you're a lesbian?

Yeah, I am.

No, you're not.
You have a kid.

Carl, a lot of lesbians
have children, and besides,

I hate men,
so maybe I am.

We're in love,
and we're moving in together.

- You gonna get that?
- Nope.

Yo, I'm coming!

You Carl Gallagher?

Yeah.

What the fuck?

You took my recommendation
to West Point.

Congressman Ubberman promised
it to me, and you stole it.

I think you broke my nose!

Now my dad says
I got to enlist in the Marines.

And that's my problem how?

What the fuck?
Stop hitting me!

I'll fight you for it.

A duel,
to the death if necessary.

I challenged you.
You pick the weapons.

Fists and feet,

guns, knives, bats, bricks...

What the fuck is a duel?

Duty, country, honor...

it's the West Point way.

Meet at Damen Silos,
tomorrow at dusk.

The person still breathing
gets the recommendation.

I was staying at a motel
in Gary,

laying asphalt
after high school.

Invited the front-desk girl
to my room for a few beers.

We ended up having sex,

but she kind of cried
through the whole thing.

What's that called?

Did you stop?

Banging her?
Hell, no.

That's a Kobe.

You think she wanted me
to stop?

You think she was crying
because she was having

a good time?

What's a Weinstein?

Being manipulative
and pathetic.

About the only way
I ever get sex

is being manipulative
and pathetic.

You ever jack off
into a potted plant?

Ask for massages
wearing an open bathrobe?

Hmm?

Rape a couple dozen?

Allegedly.

No.

Then you're probably
an Ansari.

What's an Ansari?

That's just being a dick.

Slipped a woman
a Quaalude once.

- Then fucked her?
- Mm-hmm.

A Cosby.

What about that handsy Dr. Rob
at the clinic,

with the deep body hugs
and the butt pats?

- A Lasseter.
- Who the hell's that?

Cartoon guy.
He made Toy Story.

I love Toy Story.

Buzz Lightyear!

- Holy shit.
- What?

- Willy wagging.
- CK.

I mean, I slept
with a woman

I was dating's 19-year-old
daughter last year.

That got a name?

That's a Woody Allen.

W... she made all
the first moves, though.

You're gonna need
a bigger board

for your list, babe.

Consent, gentlemen.

A clear and verbal consent

to participate
in sexual activity,

freely given and reversible.

Even if we're both naked
and already doing it?

Even if you're already naked

and banging.

When she says "stop,"
you stop.

Kevin Ball?

That's me.

Beth Watson, Southside Beat.

Beth, thank you for coming.

Can I get you something?

Maybe a chilled glass
of Chablis

or a Cosmo?

Whiskey, neat.

That dentist
came by again.

Still wants to buy
that bike you rebuilt.

Said he'd pay you
two grand over book.

It's not for sale.

Two grand?

Sentimental value.

There's a lady
up front looking for you, Lip.

- What's she want?
- Didn't say.

Hi.

You Lip?

Yeah.

My sister says
you have my kid.

Xan.

I want her back.

Where is she?

She's at school.

Where?
I got to go get her.

Where are you living?

What?

Where will Xan live?

None of your goddamn business.
Where's my kid?

No, not until you tell me
where she's gonna be living.

We got an appointment.

- Oh, you have an appointment?
- Tell me where she is.

What kind
of appointment, huh?

With Social Services?
You need to show up...

- Give me my fucking kid!
- ...with Xan so you can

keep collecting your benefits?

And then what, you're gonna

dump her back out
on to the streets?

Who the fuck do you think...

I'm someone who gives a shit

about your daughter!

Jesus, what the hell's

going on out here?

I got customers.

I want her back.

What was that all about?

♪♪ No more hippies ♪♪

♪♪ Stealing daisies ♪♪

♪♪ These ladies ♪♪

♪♪ No longer lazy ♪♪

Fuck, yeah.

You won't regret it, sir.

Remember, a vote for Mo White

is a vote for the way
things used to be

- and can be again, huh?
- You got it.

Take care.

Ooh.

Every little bit

helps to save our South Side,
Mr. Nowakowski.

Most people give a 20,
but a 50

would make you
a true American patriot.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you so much.

Oh, this is a-a $5.

Did you think it was a $50?

Oh, fuck.

Washington
is a fascinating place.

Incredible opportunities

for young
student citizen interns.

Hello, girls.
Oh.

Well, it's... you're too young
to vote in this election,

but you make sure to register

the minute you hit puberty.

Okay?
Off you go.

Off you go.

Hello, Kitty.

That's not how you say it, Mo.

Liam.

Am I in some kind
of trouble?

No.
We've been monitoring

your test results
during your first weeks here

at Richard Milhous Nixon,

and we don't think we placed
you in the right grade.

Am I getting held back?

That happens a lot
in my family.

No, we're moving you up.

Let's try you in Mrs. Metzler's
class this fall.

She teach third grade?

Uh, no.
Sixth.

Oh.

Guys, guys,
don't stare,

but three women
just walked into the bar.

I said don't stare.

V, look.

Ladies!

We're off the rapiest bar list.

No shit?

And there is a picture of you

standing out front.

- I look good.
- Hell, yeah, you do.

Oh, man, it's working!

Just sit anywhere
you like, ladies.

Thank you.

She says we are now

the most female friendly

dive bar on the South Side.

Boom.

- C-can you...
- I got it.

You the, uh,
Vagina Safe guy?

Yes.

I'm Bill Doyle.

I own the Spread Eagle
on 52nd.

Oh, yeah, I know the place.

Uh, deep-fried pickles, right?

So, um...

I was number two
on the rapey bar list.

Then you got off it,
so now I'm number one.

Sorry to hear that, Bill.

You already got women
coming in. Wow.

How'd you turn it around?

I had to take
an honest inventory

about how The Alibi
was contributing

to the oppression of women

and help furthering
the patriarchy.

So maybe you could
stop by the Eagle

and give me a few pointers,

you know?

I mean, I'm willing
to pay you for your time.

Have a seat, Bill.

- Hey, Xan.
- Hey, Renee.

Hey.

How was school today?

Same.

Eh?

Uh, your snacks
are in the fridge.

You gonna tell her
about her mom?

Why?

Can't see myself
giving her back to a junkie.

Look, she'd be
Dumpster diving,

sleeping in a cardboard box.

She's still her mom.

Call DCFS.

They deal with this shit
all the time.

I know you're trying
to be a good guy,

but you should've called
a long time ago.

Come back tomorrow

with an "I Voted" sticker,
and you get free nachos.

You're going to hell.

It's the way of the world,
Tyesha.

Every vote can be bought.

Some votes are just cheaper
than others.

You don't think
giving away nachos

for the Hispanic guy
is maybe a tiny bit racist?

Ruiz is from Puerto Rico.
Nachos are from Mexico.

Hey, Jorge.

- You registered to vote?
- Yeah.

You want to come in
a little later tomorrow,

have time to get
your family and friends

to the polls for Ruiz?

I'm not voting for Ruiz.

Hey.

Some handsome Irish dude

out here waiting for you.

Hi.
Is it 5:00 already?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, uh, we'll hit Pilsen.

Then we'll go over
to Logan Square.

The son of an Irish socialist

helping a capitalist
convince the immigrant masses

to vote against
their own interests.

James Connolly
would be spinning in his grave.

Who?

James Connolly.

Hey, you're Ian, right?

Gay Jesus.

Yeah.

Um...

I've been watching
your videos with my friends.

Burning vans, the sermons...
It's inspiring.

Thanks.

You really believe
that's what Jesus was teaching?

What, inclusion, love
and acceptance for all?

Yeah, absolutely.

You don't think God sees
homosexual bestiality

as a sinful perversion
of His divine creation?

What?

Get him!

♪♪ Not the boy
with a steadfast notion ♪♪

Faggot!

♪♪ Heavy hands
never can we stay ♪♪

That way!
That way!

♪♪ Ah, you'll pay for it ♪♪

♪♪ Ah, you're wasting it ♪♪

♪♪ Ah, don't taste the same ♪♪

♪♪ Rock is still a racket
on the Eastside ♪♪

♪♪ Stake your claim ♪♪

♪♪ Step away
when my heart's not shaking ♪♪

♪♪ Raise the blades when
the song starts straying ♪♪

♪♪ I can't say no ♪♪

♪♪ Ah, you'll pay for it ♪♪

♪♪ Ah, don't taste the same ♪♪

♪♪ Rock is still a racket
on the Eastside ♪♪

♪♪ Stake your claim ♪♪

- Come back, you bitch!
- Get him!

We'll get you next time!

I know who you are, bitch!

♪♪ Ah, you'll pay for it ♪♪

♪♪ Ah, don't taste the same ♪♪

♪♪ Rock is still a racket
on the Eastside ♪♪

♪♪ Stake your claim ♪♪

Hello, sir?
Sorry to bother you.

My name's Carl Gallagher.

I'm hoping
to go to West Point next year,

but I've lost
my killer instinct.

Word is around the neighborhood

you're a highly decorated
haji-killing machine.

I was hoping you can
give me some pointers

on how to get
my homicidal mojo back.

I just couldn't bring myself
to do it.

When they look up at you
with those big, sad eyes,

you can see the life
you're gonna be taking.

Yeah, but that's dogs, kid.

I mean, I couldn't kill a dog.

Oh, we had
this straggly little fucker

following us around
during my third tour

in Kandahar.

Fleas jumping off of him.

Smelled like
an Iraqi shithouse.

I loved that little pooch.

Ah, I couldn't kill a dog.

But hajis?

Oh, you betcha.

See these?

Confirmed kills.

I promise you,
first one is the toughest.

After that...

it's a hot knife
through butter.

You know who kills dogs?

Hajis.

Yeah, they eat 'em,
too, okay?

You think about that
when you're killing them.

Okay, they eat your dogs.

And if dogs don't work for you,

then you imagine
they want to kill

your sister or your buddy,

and you imagine that that man

at the receiving end of your
burst of automatic weapon fire

wants to kill your mother.

My mother's dead, sir.

And guess who killed her.

That fucker you just shot
in the face with your M4.

Well, I guess I took
the West Point recommendation

from a kid who had
the spot on it before,

pissed him off, and...

he came over
and challenged me to a duel.

Whoever lives gets to go.

Yeah, that's
typical officer bullshit.

Joker have soft hands?

I didn't feel his hands.

This might be
just the chance you need

to get your kill-feet wet.

I mean, he challenged you,

so you get to pick
the weapons, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Good.

Pick rifles...

and then shoot the bastard
in the fucking face.

Hi, I'm with Mo White.

We're hoping you'll make
a contribution

to help keep the...

Hi, I'm Mo White.

I'm running for C...

Hi, I'm Mo...

Hi, there.
Is your mother home?

Hi, I'm with Mo...

Hi, I'm Mo White.

Hi, I'm Mo W...

Hey, what do you say we find
a spot to knock back a few,

then look for more promising
Mo White territory?

Maybe that titty bar on Keller,

the one with the Confederate
battle flags?

Yeah, it felt good,
telling the truth,

letting people know
what I really think.

Doesn't happen much
in politics.

You know, I wasn't expecting
to actually win,

but single digits...

My old friends in Congress

would be laughing
their asses off.

It's all the illegals
who can vote now.

Otherwise, you'd be winning
for sure.

I guess.

What were you hoping for?

20%, 22%.

Maybe force a runoff.

A runoff?

Yeah, a few extra weeks

to make my case
to the voters.

Ah, fuck it.

I'm gonna go over
to Chuck E. Cheese,

watch the girls
jump into the foam pit.

Thanks, Frank.

For what?

For believing.

Hi. A vote for Ruiz
is a vote for the future.

Gracias.

Hi.
Election's tomorrow.

- Don't forget to vote.
- Thanks.

Why all this sudden passion
for Ruiz?

Wyman always seems to be
on the right side of things.

Wyman supported
Lift the Ban.

Lift the Ban?

Election day is tomor...

Yeah, rent control.
She's for it.

Ah. And Ruiz opposes it?

He's a businessman.
He gets it.

Rents are getting pretty high.

So are property taxes

and utility costs
for apartment owners.

Working people need somewhere
affordable to live as well.

Yeah, and the city
should build them some.

There's lots
of weed-filled lots

all around here
to build low-income housing

without sticking
apartment owners like me

with more regulations
and bureaucracy.

What?

Nothing.

No, go on.
Say it.

Don't think that I'd better.

What, that...

that I'm a traitor to my class?

That rent control is there
to protect

people like me and my family,
poor people?

Something like that, yeah.

I've worked my ass off
every single day

since I'm ten years old

to get a little something
for myself,

and now the city
wants to tell me

how much rent
I should charge?

Why?

So that deadbeats like Frank
can leech off disability

and live in my
rent-controlled apartments

while I can barely keep up
with rising costs?

Is that why you didn't want
to say anything?

Pretty much, yeah.

You get all your homework done?

Yeah?

Do you want
to stay with me here?

If your mom
doesn't come back?

Forever?

Yeah, that'd be good.

Hey.

Hey.

You all right?

Not really.

Think I might have
pulled a hamstring.

Yeah?
How?

Running from homophobes.

I guess there's
nothing new about that, right?

Think you could do hard time?

What, in prison?

Uh...

Rather not.

Gay Jesus kids don't want me
to cop a plea.

Want me to take it to trial,

get as much publicity
for the cause as I can.

Yeah, and what's
your lawyer say?

Could be looking at 10 to 15
if I don't take a deal.

You, uh, hearing Shim again?

Sometimes.

Well...

...what's Shim think?

Unclear.

Xan's mom showed up today.

She's a junkie...

hooking.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Maybe you should try
asking Shim.

Yeah, maybe.

You know, I just realized

I never really established

any clear boundaries
with Sara, you know?

Mm.

You know, she was
the last person

I ever let go down on me.

- Really?
- Yeah. It's a trust thing.

We were engaged.

We had already picked out the
names of our first three kids.

We already reserved
our burial plots.

- You were engaged?
- Yeah, twice.

You ever think
about getting married?

Yeah, lots of times.

Mm-hmm.

There was Matty and Derek,

Franny's dad,

and Neil, but that was
just kind of for the cash.

I thought it would be weird
having sex without penises,

but it's not that bad.

There's also other things
we get to do, too,

that are pretty good.

It's not so messy.

We don't have to worry
about birth control...

I mean, Matty did have
a really big dick,

which was super great
and everything,

and Derek really knew
what he was doing

and had such a good body.

I don't know.

Having sex with a girl
is like...

It's kind of like
having sex with yourself.

You know?

Down!

Down, Adolf!

Down!

Jesus!

What the fuck you want?

I heard you got out,
Milkovich.

Couple weeks.

- What are you doing tomorrow?
- Why?

Want to help a good man
save the South Side?

You paying?

Yeah.

Oh.

What, you headed
to church, Frank?

Got to head out early,

convince the Mo voters

to get to the polls.

Mo voters.

What, is there a branch
of the Klan

somewhere around here?

God-fearing
European-American patriots

are everywhere, son.

Carl, you gonna vote?

- Too young.
- Ian?

Doubt it.
What's the point?

Lip?

Not registered.

How are we ever gonna effect
real change in this country

if our young citizens
refuse to participate?

Now, you do know it's illegal

to ask
for campaign contributions

after you lose
an election, right?

Well, you never know.
Could force a runoff.

You're up early.

Wanted to vote before work.

You can vote?

Yes.
I'm a citizen.

Eight years.

Who'd you vote for?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Wyman?

Mo?

Eh, definitely not Mo.

There's bacon and half
an omelet in the oven.

See you later.

Hi.
Good morning.

Uh, is it my turn
to pick breakfast today?

I could make us some eggs.

Uh, no.
Actually, I kin... um...

I kind of got to get to work,
so...

Oh.

Bye.

Think I could kill
a man, Jasper?

Think I could do it?
Shoot him in the face?

Watch his brains
blow out the back of his head

as the life slowly drains
from his eyes

and his blood puddles
at my feet?

Okay, just sort of
spread out, casual.

Easy, casual.

Put the chain away.
Thank you.

Okay.

Okay, half now,

half when the polls close.

No violence,
no verbal threats.

Just act scary.

Got it.

♪♪ We hit the party,
it was 2:00 a.m. ♪♪

♪♪ The place was jumping,
it was most of our friends ♪♪

♪♪ And in the corner
crept a black-haired vixen ♪♪

♪♪ She looked
like she could use ♪♪

♪♪ Some of my fixin' ♪♪

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

You can't be out here.

Those shirts
are advocating for a candidate.

No, no, these proud
men and women

of European extraction
are just exercising their right

to free expression...

and comfortable
warm-weather outerwear.

No electioneering
outside of polling places.

I'm waiting for my mother
to get out of Mass

so we can vote together.

I'm waiting for my sister.

♪♪ And I give her ♪♪

♪♪ Exactly what she needs ♪♪

♪♪ My fixin' ♪♪

♪♪ Will bring her
to her knees ♪♪

♪♪ To her knees ♪♪

♪♪ To her knees ♪♪

Hey, I didn't see you
come in.

Oh, I came in the back.

All the applause and hugging

when I come in the front
is kind of... weird.

What is this?

Oh, just a couple
of the arty kids are...

working up a few ideas
for if you do end up in prison.

Couple assholes in a van
chased me last night.

Apparently, they're not
very big fans

of my interpretations
of Biblical verse.

Fuckers.

I'll get you a couple
of Lesbian League bodyguards.

They'd love nothing more than
a chance to stomp homophobes.

Think any of this is gonna
end up making a difference?

Ian, you've given thousands

of gay and lesbian teenagers
a voice.

You've inspired us to stand up
and fight for ourselves.

You know what I was thinking

when I was running away
from those bastards?

It's been 2,000 years
since Jesus died on the cross,

and I'm still running
for my life down an alley

'cause I fall in love with men
instead of women.

Yeah.

Just got a 911 from Antifa.

Bunch of Nazis
are keeping people

from voting
at an elementary school.

Jeez, what's with the suit?

We have a new
consulting business...

Vagina Safe.

It's Good Housekeeping
Seal of Approval,

but for not being rapey.

We're doing an inspection.

We check out bars and make sure
that they're safe for women.

Mm, definitely not gonna
be safe wearing that outfit.

You see, that's exactly what
we're talking about, Tommy.

A woman should feel free

to dress however slutty
she wants, whenever.

- "Slutty"?
- No, baby, not you.

You know,
other women who are slutty.

We award the bars
one, two, or three vaginas

after our inspection.

- Three vaginas are the safest.
- What is that?

Spy camera.
Cool, huh?

What's up with you?
You okay?

Well, I'm heading over
to vote, but...

Ford got in my head,
and now I'm not sure I'm doing

the right thing
voting for Ruiz.

You're definitely
not doing the right thing.

Why does everyone think
I'm supposed to vote for Wyman?

Just 'cause she's a woman?

Ruiz is
a successful businessman.

He knows
how to get things done.

That "successful businessmen
in Washington" shit's

not working too well for us
right now.

So not voting for Wyman
makes me

a racist and a hypocrite?

If the tiny glove fits...

We got to go
pretty soon, baby.

Bye, Fi.

You're drinking a beer
in the middle of the day.

It might be a clue
as to whether you're making

the right decision or not.

Bye, girl.

♪♪ Lightning struck my mind ♪♪

♪♪ With the ashes
of my own hand ♪♪

♪♪ Torn by angels' claws ♪♪

♪♪ Mystics told
and sold their dirty cross ♪♪

How much you get?

Twelve.

You know, he's probably
gonna wreck that bike

within a week.

Yeah.

You may even get a chance

to rebuild it again
if he lives.

Hey, Frank.
What the fuck is going on here?

What?

Who are these ninja
motherfuckers?

Shit.
Are those women?

Fuck you!

You did this?

Hey!

Hey.

Hi.

Did I do something wrong?

- I can't do this again.
- Do what?

It's just...
it's too many triggers,

- and it just...
- Triggers?

Falling in love with a straight
girl, it's too painful.

Oh, Alex, I'm gay.

You've been gay what, two days?

I always do this.
I always do this.

I promised myself
I wouldn't do it again, and...

What... what if I am gay?

See, you're not even sure.

You don't know
if you're in love with me

or you just hate men.

Can't I be in love with you
and hate men, too?

Please go.

Just go.

You choose.

We count off 20 paces,
turn, and shoot.

Okay.

Uh, back to back.

Saw it in a movie.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight,

nine, ten,

11, 12,

13, 14, 15, 16,

17, 18, 19, 20.

What the hell
did you do that for?

I don't want
to go to West Point!

- Fucking kid...
- It's my dad!

I want to go to Sarah Lawrence
and be a poet.

What?

Hey, hey, hey...

Oh, I'm a... I'm a cripple now.

I don't have
to go into the military.

Yeah, I don't know
if it works like that.

It's a flesh wound.
Probably heal up pretty quick.

Shit!

Shit!
Shoot me.

- What?
- Yeah, through the bone.

All right, I'll have a limp.
Great poets have limps.

No fucking way.

"I wander,
lonely as a cloud

that floats on high
o'er vale and hills,

when all at once,

I see a crowd, a host,

of golden daffodils..."

Jesus, knock off
that golden daffodils shit.

"Besides the lake
beneath the trees,

fluttering, dancing
in the breeze,

continuous as the stars

that shine and twinkle
in the"...

Oh!

Fuck!

Fuck!
Thank you.

Ah! Oh! Ah!
Oh, one was enough.

I'm good.

Ah, hey.

Hey, thanks, man.

Dude, kill it
at West Point!

What happened to your hand?

I was in a riot
outside an elementary school.

A riot?

It was Frank.
Don't ask.

I voted for Wyman.

Good.

So I'm not a traitor
to my class.

No, I never said
that you were.

You thought so.

What's going on?

I'm moving back home.

You moved out?

Alex and I broke up.

Who's Alex?

Shut up, Lip!

Shut up!

Hey, um, are you gonna
be all right hanging here

if I have to go out
for a while?

Where are you going?

I'll be back, all right?
Just do your homework.

Those hairy-armpit Rastas
are tougher than they look.

Hey.
Fought the good fight, Mo.

You got nothing
to be ashamed of.

In a shocking development

on the South Side,
and with all

polling locations
now reporting,

Maurice "Mo" White
is the surprise victor...

- Holy shit, Mo.
- ...collecting just over 52%

of the votes cast.

- Mo White...
- You won.

Pollsters admit that
estimates were likely skewed

due to the reluctance
of most voters

to admit
they're actually bigots.

You're a congressman again.
What are you gonna do?

- Mo White!
- Huh.

- Mo White! Mo White!
- Absolutely nothing.

That's the beauty
of being in Congress.

You don't have to do
a goddamn thing.

We're waiting for reactions

from the Wyman and Ruiz camps,

where shocked supporters
can't believe the results

and are already calling
for a recount.

Wyman collected
only 20...

What the fuck do you want?

Ten grand.

I give you ten grand,

and you agree
to stay away from Xan.

You have to sign some papers.

What kind of papers?

You'd relinquish
your parental rights...

and make me
Xan's legal guardian.

Ten grand.

Take it or leave it.

Can I see the papers?

You'd have to sign it
in front of a notary...

to make it legal.

We can go in the morning.

Mom?

I knew you'd come back
for me!

It's so good
to see you.

Congressman Mo White

was sworn into office

on Capitol Hill today.

The surprise winner
won a hard-fought campaign

against Isaac Ruiz
and Eleanor Wyman,

capturing 52% of the vote.

Not long ago...

I didn't know Mo had a family.

He campaigned relentlessly...

He doesn't.

...and it definitely paid off.

♪♪ Get you some ♪♪

♪♪ Get you some ♪♪

♪♪ Get you some ♪♪