Shameless (2011–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Summertime - full transcript

Jesus. You really don't remember
what happened last year?

Pay some fucking attention this time.

Your life's not simple, Fiona.

You're nothing like anyone I've ever met.
You make me wanna enjoy my life again.

- Who the hell is that?
- My dad.

In my whole career, I've never seen such
a spectacular display of alcoholism.

Thank you.

- How much we short?
- Eighteen dollars and 30 cents.

I'm taking the PSATs
for some Polish kid.

Gonna be able to kick in 10 more.

- I get paid Friday.
- I'll figure out the rest.

- I can loan you the money.
- We don't need your charity.

Fiona, thanks for a night
I'll never forget.

Who the fuck's Tony?

I've waited a long time
for last night to happen.

At least Tony's not getting
in my family's business.

- What the fuck is wrong, Frank?
- Maybe that's what I want.

- You know nothing about me.
- Then teach me.

- I'm gay.
- I know.

That's for screwing my husband.
I want another baby.

- What?
- I get what I want...

...you can have what you want.

Put the candy back now.

- Fuck.
- Shit.

I like you. You're a dirty girl like me.

Jasmine, this is Veronica.
V lives next door.

Hi, V.

We're only taking in a foster kid to get
the money to pay for my parking tickets.

Wanna go to the park,
throw the old pigskin around?

- Would it be all right if my son, Jonah, came?
- Huh?

I scored you a 2200.

I'm an investigator for
the Educational Evaluation Service.

This is the Robotics Lab. It is the
best in the country. Come by anytime.

Science just turns me on.

- What are you hiding?
- Aah!

I left them.

Your house is Frank's wet dream.

Never gonna get him out.

- Dad.
- Son.

- What are we?
- Friends.

- Friends?
- Friends who do this.

- I can do that.
- It says here...

...you can rededicate as a virgin.
- Oral sex. Big, black strap-on dildo.

- You whore!
- He humiliated me!

Get out! You don't ever come back!

- You're out of the house.
- I'm out of the house!

- Whoa!
- What do you think know, Daddy?

Am I still a whore?

Frank? Frank?

I think I was kind of falling in love
with her.

- How long you been stealing cars?
- Who says I steal them?

I have to leave town. Come with me.

- Costa Rica. It's beautiful.
- I think I might love him.

Scary, isn't it?

I love you. I wanna be with you.

Come with me.

Seventy-seven, 78, 79,
80, 81, 82...

Won't be long now, Frank.

In a few days, she's gonna make it
to the store, the hair salon...

...Alibi Room,
gonna meet your friends.

Ninety-nine.

Hear all those heartwarming,
scumbag, freeloading Frank stories.

- Who the hell is that?
- Friend from group.

- Group?
- Sex Addicts Anonymous.

Gig's almost up, Daddy Frank.
Time to make other plans.

One hundred!

Hey, out it off, Ernie.

Thanks, lieutenant.

Hey, you mind if we drop Cami off
early tomorrow?

Teresa's got inventory at Costco.

No problem. And tell Teresa thanks
for the case of dented soup.

- Ah!
- Mwah.

Fool's open!

Cannonball!

Hey, don't splash me.

Eddie goes to the corner for a pack
of Luckies, never heard from again.

Goddamn city couldn't wait
to stop paying him.

Wasn't two weeks
before the checks stopped coming.

And now what are we supposed
to live off of?

- Sheila's single disability check?
- Then they go and pat me down.

How does Mr. Osama-Obama
expect us to survive on that?

He's gonna try to Tase me.

If Sheila does go to work, what's she
gonna make? Minimum wage at best.

- Nobody's heard from Eddie?
- He Tases me.

Not a word.
Man's got no sense of responsibility.

Leaving a family of three
to fend for ourselves.

- Yeah, I got Tasered twice, man.
- Bullshit.

What'd you say?

Uh... I said "bullshit".

I got Tasered for, like, a second,
I crapped myself.

There's no way you got Tasered twice,
fought off three cops, ran away. Pfft.

What, you calling me a liar?

At the very least, an exaggerator.

- A grand says I did.
- He's for real.

Kev, you still got that Taser back there?
I'll see your grand...

...and add nine more.

Ten thousand in American legal tender
says you cannot get Tasered twice...

...and not soil your tighty whities,
much less keep standing.

All right, shithead.

Do it.

Do it!

Again!

Fuck! What?

Where's my ten grand, motherfucker?

Hey, gorgeous, more diablos.

Think these Boy Scouts can handle
that heat?

No way. Not a chance.

Six more diablos, a J. B. back,
Ketel One up with a lime wedge...

...Maker's seven, and four Stellas.

- Haven't given up on that yet?
- Every summer needs a challenge.

Man's in love with his own self. Probably
masturbates while he licks his reflection.

- Fiona!
- Hey! Hi!

Who's that, slutty's husband?

No. Hal's rounder.

- Hi!
- Hey.

- Fi, this is my friend, David.
- Jasmine's told me a lot about you.

Only that you're fabulous, smart
and unbelievably sexy.

And that you're home for the summer
from Princeton.

- I'll get us a table.
- Okay.

- Princeton.
- We're going out later, you wanna come?

- What about Hal?
- Annual Michigan fishing trip...

...with the softball buddies. Mosquitoes,
bratwurst and gallons of Budweiser.

- Sounds pretty Brokeback to me.
- Come later. Live a little.

- That regular?
- First time I've seen him.

She probably did his taxes,
then did him.

Get your guard up, Lip.

Kick him back.
You're punching like a fag.

Come on.

First round. Go to your corners.

Let's place some bets.

- Hey, Mandy.
- You know you're supposed to hit him?

- That kid hits hard.
- What did you think this was?

I didn't think he could punch me
with his foot.

- He kicked the top of my goddamn head.
- Look at me.

You wanna throw in the towel?

I would if I was smart.

I'm gonna blow a fuse

When my techno music
Pop music, retro music, rock

Turn it up on a Friday
Pump it all night long

He's crazy about you.

Long Island, two Landsharks,
three mojitos...

...margarita no salt, Chivas neat
and a Jack rocks.

All the woman needs is a pole.

Why don't you come out with us?
Kev won't mind.

Can't. I got a shift
at the nursing home in the morning.

Oh. This better be somebody
who's about to give me a gigantic tip.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry,
I thought your ass was my drink.

Hey, Justin Bieber,
how's things at Goldman Sachs?

Well enough for me to afford getting
ripped off here. And it's J.P. Morgan.

All you mortgage-raping shits
should be in prison anyway.

I was in grad school
during the mortgage crisis.

Nowadays, we're trying to short Euros
so Greece will go bankrupt.

- Are we on for later?
- I haven't decided if I still like you.

- Later, Mama Bear.
- Hey, junior.

School night.
In bed with lights out by 10.

- What?
- Order's up.

All night, lookin? tight
Everybody's feelin' right

How the hell did that little guy
kick Kurt fucking Landis? ass?

We make anything on my fight?
Thanks.

- Nobody wanted the odds.
- What'd you put down?

What, on the fight you lost? Nada.

Fraternal loyalty doesn't extend
to stupidity, bud.

So Mickey's out soon?

In about a week or so,
if he doesn't stab anybody else.

Plastic fork, barely broke the kid's skin,
but it bought him 30 days.

You gotta be looking forward to having
Mickey home again.

I guess.

Hey, I wanna stage another fight night
next week.

Go around to the dojos,
round up some more scrappers.

Sure. Where you going?

- Karen's.
- Thought you gave up on that.

- See you.
- Eh.

Karen Jackson?
After that thing with your dad?

I'm sneaking antibiotics
into his toothpaste, just in case.

Tomorrow, fuckhead.

Jesus Christ. Fuck.

Fuck.

- Friend dropped me off.
- Right.

- What the hell you doing here?
- Came to see Karen.

She went with a guy to her group.

- What group?
- Sex Addicts Anonymous.

- Well, can I come in and wait?
- No.

Ha-ha-ha. Looks like Old Man Dave
is beating your time, Romeo.

I'm working without pharmaceutical
assistance. He was popping blue pills.

- I counted four of them.
- Four? Wow.

We could be here a while.

Fuck. I told my boss
I'd meet him for a run in about an hour.

I could run with you.

I ran track in high school.

What? Don't look surprised.

I ran distance.
I was gonna make state.

- Yeah? What happened?
- Life.

- Come on. I'm fast.
- Oh, really?

- I could beat your ass.
- You're on.

Wait!

- Okay, ready?
- Give a kick.

- Okay.
- All right.

- On your mark.
- Yeah.

- Get set.
- Okay.

Go.

What are you doing?
Are you valet now?

See you tonight?

- Maybe.
- Maybe?

Hey, Fiona.

- Tony.
- How's work?

It's good.

- How's your remodel coming?
- Really wanna know or being neighborly?

Neighborly.

Cast iron plumbing's out,
replacing it with copper.

Guy on my shift moonlights as an
electrician. He's gonna help me rewire.

Gonna flip it or live in it?

Waiting to see what happens.

I gotta get the kids going.

Whoa, what happened to you?

One of my fighters pussied out.
I had to fill in.

Looks like the pussy had the right idea.
Get some ice on that eye.

Good morning.
We're out of mac and cheese.

I can make PB&Js instead,
but I'm gonna need more bread.

- How many signed up for today?
- Nine. Romano twins.

Cami. Mangis.
That Ulin kid with the big head.

Whoa, half a cup.

Exhausted. Liam had me up
half the night banging his head.

- I need my own room.
- And I want a pony for Christmas.

He's a boy,
he should be with the boys.

- No way, there's three of us in that room.
- I'm a girl.

I'm gonna be a woman soon.

I need privacy to undergo
the upcoming traumatic transformation.

- It's not that traumatic.
- How would you know?

- Video in 5th grade.
- What we talking about?

- Moving Liam into our room.
- No fucking way.

First daycare kid is here.
My own room?

It's not gonna happen, Debs. Go, go.

Traumatic transformation?

Wow. Ethel, the garden looks great.

It's all in the compost. My red worms
have been working overtime this year.

None of God's bounty
ever needs go to waste.

We still on for today?

- Think it still runs?
- Probably not, but you can fix anything.

Yep.

Hey, what are those
huge, round, green things in the back?

- Tomatoes.
- Oh.

- She's a keeper.
- Mm.

Every mountain

Climb every stream

Climb all the rainbows

Till you find your dream

Frank, Karen. Breakfast.

I moved it.

Hey. Good morning.

I can't find my watch.
I have looked everywhere.

It's on your wrist.

I had Mom move her rainy-day fund
after what happened last time.

- Karen, the omelets are ready.
- I had nothing to do with that.

- Hello?
- I hid her ATM card too...

...so don't even try taking that again.

Her nose has been running,
but I think it's the glue...

...that Jeff's been using
on the new kitchen linoleum.

Oh, and please, no gluten.

- Gluten?
- Who knows?

Okay, there you go.
There's Cinderella.

- You all set?
- Yeah, playtime, one hour.

TV or Bambi, skip the dead-mom part.

Arts and crafts.
Cheetos and carrot sticks.

Story time, nothing scary.
Free play. Lunch. Nap.

Pool. Dr. Oz. Twinkies and milk.
Parent pick-up.

Oh. Don't wake you unless there's blood
or exposed bone.

Lots of blood.

Who's ready for TV, guys?

Okay, let's watch. Come on.

That's a great idea.

It's about time.
You see Kash last night?

- No.
- He didn't come home again.

Had to open the shop by myself.

Homeless winos 10-deep at the door...

...trying to trade stolen recycling
for 40s and Mad Dog.

Pack of Marlboros.

How old are you, 8'?
Get the hell out of here.

You handle the store by yourself?

I gotta get upstairs.

The twins are gonna be late
for swim team at the mosque.

And no free breakfast, you come to work
hungry, you pay like everybody else.

- Linda gone?
- Mm-hm.

I've been waiting
across the street for an hour.

- Mm. Late night?
- What do you care?

Where the hell have you been?

Kash.
I waited up until after midnight.

You know the doctor
wants me in bed by-

What are you looking at? Microwave me
a burrito and stock the cooler.

Pack of Marlboros?

What?

- You try starting this since last summer?
- No.

- How's the crop coming?
- It's almost harvest time.

But I'm a bit worried, though.

There seems like there's
more cops in the park.

- Yeah, I'm working on it.
- Oh.

I'll go chase the rats
out of the coolers.

Hey, guys.

I love it.

What are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- Borrowing Liam.

- Where's that backpack thingy?
- Borrowing him for what?

Gonna take him to the aquarium.

No, you're not. Costs too much.

Okay, then, the zoo.

- When are you bringing him back?
- I'll bring him back when I'm damn ready.

I'm his father, we need time together.

- Should we wake Fiona?
- See any exposed bone?

Stan's yelling again, so loud
you can hear him through the floor.

Yesterday it was Nixon
and Jimmy Carter. What's it today?

I turned the TV up
after "fucking colored people".

He keeps going downhill,
we're gonna have to call Becky.

- He has his good and bad days.
- "Bad days?"

That what you call
trying to take out the trash naked?

He forgot his pants,
it happens, all right?

I know you love
the old racist bastard...

...but if it were my dad,
I'd wanna know he was going south.

It's probably time
to put him in a home.

I can't hear you.

No.
No, I don't want to watch my language.

I been speaking this language
for the last 50 goddamn years.

No, you listen to me,
you fucking daughter of a Chink-whore.

Hello? Goddamn it. Cunt. Cunt, cunt.

She hung up on me. The bitch
didn't speak one word of English.

She's probably in the basement
of some whorehouse in Calcutta.

- And would you believe this shit?
- What shit?

It's my electric bill.
8700 bucks for electricity.

You know, I've been running this bar
for 40 years...

...and I never get a bill
that was even close to a grand.

All I want is for them to send one of their
taco-eating, wetback meter readers...

...to come here
and check out the fucking thing.

That's it. Get me my shotgun.

I'm gonna go down there,
and blow the aunt's head off.

- Can I see it? The bill.
- Yeah, yeah.

They must've made some mistake.

The only mistake they made
was fucking with me.

Stan, would you please sit down?
Sit before you blow another ventricle.

- Blow, blow.
- I'm gonna take care of this.

Arizona's got the right idea, boy.

Take them down to the border...

...and throw them over
the goddamn fence. That's it.

Ian, cover the register.

We have a problem.
We may need to sell some pot.

- Isn't that what we always do?
- A lot of pot.

So Ethel's been helping out.

You know how she told you
about that kick-ass worm shit...

- ... she's been using on her tomatoes?
- Yeah.

It works so good, we decided
to use it on this year's crop.

You know how I usually grow
a couple plants...

...to get us through the summer?

- Holy shit.
- Exactly.

Wait, so, what's the problem?
I forgot about the electric bill.

We need 9 grand or they're gonna
shut the power off to the building.

Isn't it wonderful?

Mr. Kevin is gonna help
all the old people who are going blind.

- This is all I got, man.
- God bless you.

Jesus loves you.

Fuck you.

- Jesus- Oh, shit.
- Where's my money?

Stop!

Back to work.

Your fly is down.

So how much you think you've got?

I don't know.
Couple hundred pounds or so.

Gonna start drying what I can
but that won't fetch...

...more than a couple grand or so.

We could unload some of the plants.

- Yeah, how many would we have to sell?
- Five maybe.

Six.

Lip, who the hell around here
has two grand for a plant?

I may know a guy.

V's gonna kill me.
She's gonna fucking kill me.

I promised her I wouldn't sell more
than three or four this year.

Normally I throw a bunch of seeds
around, see which looks best...

...thin out the rest.

But this year, I couldn't.

They're all so beautiful. I just...

I just couldn't do it.

- Where's my money?
- That was a great last night.

- You were having fun. I was having fun.
- Where's my money?

You were serious about that?

Get me the goddamn tin snips.

If I had won,
I wouldn't expect you to pay me.

Take off his shoes.

What? It's a turn of phrase like,
"I bet it's gonna rain today. "

Yeah, let me tell you something.

If I don't get my money...

...I'm cutting toes off
and cauterizing them.

- You've got my panhandling cash.
- Sixty bucks, man?

I was only out there for 45 minutes.

We'll keep the kid. Yeah. As collateral.

Come back with my fucking money,
you get the kid.

I'll bring you your money,
you can't keep the kid.

You can't keep Liam. I'll get your money.
We can work this out.

- We just did.
- No, no, no.

Absolutely- You can't-

Light it up.

Get him up.

Okay, okay, okay.

Keep Liam.

Get up out of here.

I'll be back, buddy, I promise you.

Excuse me, I gotta go. Hey.

Gaga, Adele, Rikki, J Lo, Nicki Minaj.
Even threw in some old Maxwell.

My guaranteed, clitoris moistening,
aphrodisiac music mix.

I hope so. All she ever wants to do
is discuss The Lake Poets.

Who the fuck is Bruno Mars?

Maybe give up
on 22-year-old grad students.

Start banging in your own decade.

Grad students is the reason
I got into teaching.

- I'm too old to start over now.
- Got my SIM board?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Thank you.

Any interest in purchasing
a 6-foot-tall pot plant?

- Chicks love old dudes with great weed.
- How much?

- Couple grand.
- Pricey.

It's primo stuff.

- What the hell is that anyway?
- It's a cop locator.

Rigging up a GPS system...

...that uses police frequencies
for coordinates.

Shows me where all the cops are
in a given area at any time.

- Is that even legal?
- Trying to make sure our community...

...is receiving its fair share of law
enforcement resources? Why not?

- I got a lunch date. I gotta go.
- With who, David Petraeus?

Heh. No. I landed
a Department of Defense grant.

Micro-robotics surveillance
drone prototypes.

Yeah, who knows if it'll work...

...but it'll put some government-issued
pork in my pocket. Listen...

...why don't you help us?

I can probably wrangle you
some AP engineering or physics credits.

You're gonna have to figure out...

...how to blow up Afghan shepherds
all on your own.

What are you doing?

Making a little easy summer
moola the Gallagher way.

- Where's Liam?
- In the car.

- You don't have a car.
- A friend's car.

- You crack a window?
- Left the engine running, for the a. c.

You left a toddler in a running car
in this neighborhood?

That baby laxative?

This, my young progeny, is Dr. Frank's
magic-money-making fun dust.

- Oregano?
- Fool's gold.

My "I've never seen it fail"
summer solstice ATM.

Hey, maybe we can talk
the electric company...

...into taking a down payment,
a payment-plan kind of deal.

Oh, watch. Customers.

- What's going on?
- Can I get...

...Watermelon Bob-Pop, Bubblegum
snow cone and a Chocolate Crunch.

- You still selling loosies?
- Yeah, Marlboro Lights. Buck apiece.

- What can I get you?
- Lemon-lime Shot...

...Chocolate Chip Cookie Bar, Molson's.
- Molson's?

We sell American beer here
to children of age.

Come back for a Bud Light
when you're 16.

Two frozen Snickers, a bag of Beer Nuts
and a couple of joints.

You 14? Got ID?

- What's your birthday?
- June 3rd, 1997.

Okay.

There you go. Hey.

- Taking little league book like last year?
- What do you want?

- Marlins.
- U10 or U12?

U10 for 15.

You're not worried about Ratkovich?
Kid 72 threw pitches yesterday.

- No, he's Dominican.
- Right.

Hey, Lip, anything on this radar?

Nope, closest unit is a foot patrol
over by the play structure.

Sorry I'm late.
Slept through my alarm.

Yeah, I came by last night,
waited for a while.

Well, I didn't get in until 4 a. m.

- New guy?
- Jody.

He's nice. I don't know,
we got to talking about music yesterday.

He showed me a bunch of bands
I've never heard of.

- My favorite was called Guns N' Roses.
- Guns N' Roses?

How old is Jody?

Thirty-seven, I think.

You know,
he laid out a blanket in the park...

...and we listened to his iPod
and fell asleep in each others' arms.

- Wow. Sex any good?
- Heh.

No sex. It's a part of this whole
Sex Addicts Anonymous thing.

Right, but you're a teenager.
I mean, all teenagers are sex addicts.

Heh. Yeah, but I've been having sex
since I was 11.

Jody and I don't want the physical
to complicate things for us.

Yeah, but we can
still get complicated, right?

Sure, I guess.

Oh, shit.

Foot patrol, 9 o'clock,
200 yards and closing.

You never heard of Guns N' Roses?
"Welcome to the Jungle"?

- Next.
- Can I have one, please?

- Hey, kid.
- Not a fucking chance, Frank.

Still owe you a beating from last year.

Ladies, hey.

Hey, anybody interested
in a little primo bud?

Maybe a little snow
for this hot summer scorcher?

- Oh, shit.
- Hey, hey!

Hey, guys. What you looking for?

Grass, yeah. What kind of money
do you want to spend on it?

- Hey!
- Oh, shit.

- Get off our corner.
- What the fuck?

Fiona? Fiona?

Oh! Heh.

- Parent pick-up time.
- Um...

Thanks, Debs.
You have any trouble today?

Little Charlie had a major diaper
malfunction.

Ellie ate a bunch of carpet.

Normal, normal.

Oh, and Frank took Liam.

- What?
- Said he was taking him to the zoo.

- Hugo, how's it going?
- Go away, Frank.

- Is Mr. Todd here today?
- I said out.

- I'm in trouble.
- You're always in trouble.

Come on, Hugo. You know me.

I wouldn't be here
unless I was desperate.

It's my kid. I need money.

Which kid?

Liam.

- The mulatto?
- Yes.

- No bullshit this time?
- No bullshit.

Hey, Frank, hold on.

You got more takers.

Liam and Frank aren't at Sheila's.

Knock, knock.

- Hey, Debs.
- Hi, Jasmine.

Want me to start calling around?

No, I'll swing by The Alibi before work,
see what he's up to.

- What who's up to?
- Frank took Liam.

Probably has him
out panhandling again.

David has a friend coming
from New York.

I thought maybe
I could hook you two up.

- Who's David?
- Bye, Debbie.

- Friend?
- Yeah.

I met him. Forties, handsome.

He's your type too.

Oh, yeah. What's my type?

Cute and easily manipulated.

You take money from David?

You mean am I turning tricks?

No, he takes me out,
he buys me nice things sometimes.

That's what rich people like to do,
they like to spend money.

Rich guys like a pretty girl
on their arm.

So why not let them spoil us?

Done at 5. Cool if I split?

Kash, I'm off. Can I go?

You Okay?

I can't do this anymore, live this lie.

Linda, our marriage, this life of a lie.

What am I gonna do?

- Frank wasn't at The Alibi?
- No.

Sheila hasn't seen him.

He won't keep Liam long.

A toddler will interfere with getting
hammered and passing out before 11.

How was last night
with Jasmine and Grandpa?

Guess they've been together for years.

He's married, she's married.
Seems like it works out for everybody.

Yeah? You think it works out
for his wife and her husband?

Hey, like clockwork.
How serious are you about this one?

- Not very.
- Good, because he's a rebound.

- He even looks like Steve.
- No, he doesn't.

Hey-

Mm. I got my running shoes in the car
and I want a rematch.

- Rematch?
- We raced on the beach last night.

- She smoked my ass.
- Wasn't that bad.

She annihilated me.
It wasn't a fair fight.

- She was a track star.
- You ran track?

Distance runner, 1600.
Broke some kind of state record.

- No shit. What record did you break?
- I didn't break it.

- Coach thought I might be able to.
- What's the time you were gonna break?

- It wasn't a big deal.
- Come on, what was the time?

Coach thought I might be able
to break 5 minutes 25.

Who knows? It was a long time ago.

I bet you could break it now. We'll
find a track and we'll get a stopwatch.

- Sure.
- Yeah?

I got a table.

- Yo.
- Hey.

- Get the truck running?
- Yup.

We are back in the ice cream business.

- How was work?
- Weird.

Don't ask.

Hey, don't jerk off in there.

- What the hell is this?
- Fuck, Lip.

It's an admissions packet.

- For West Point?
- Going through my stuff?

You just graduated 10th grade.

I wanted to see what it takes
to get in.

To West Point?

You're kidding.
You're serious about this shit?

I was in ROTC for two years.
What do you think?

I thought it was some kind of
stupid fucked-up adolescent phase.

I mean, you really wanna get your ass
shot off in some ?stan somewhere?

- 'Stan?
- Yeah, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iraqistan.

I guess I'm a patriot.

Fuck.

Don't worry,
it was really discouraging.

I'd need like a four-point-two GPA,
a massive SAT score...

...and a recommendation
from the president or some shit.

Only thing I know I can pass
is the fitness test.

So, what, the Army requires straight A's
now to get your leg blown off in Kabul?

You really want this shit?

Yes.

All right, then fuck it.

- Let's make this shit happen.
- Yeah?

Hell yeah.
President's a local boy, I can tutor you.

You're a shoo-in.

Still think it's fucking stupid.

Get off. Get out of here.
You better run.

What the fuck?

Uhn. I know, baby, I know.
I got carried away.

- Now what? What do you wanna do?
- Can't sell it. Gotta get rid of it.

This isn't "pulled over
with a joint in an ashtray" pot.

This is "Mexican cartel, 60 years
in the federal slammer" pot.

- Wait, what? Destroy it?
- Kevin.

There's a couple tons of weed
down here and I'm black.

- What about the electric bill?
- Figure something out, dip into savings.

But this shit's gotta be mulch
by tomorrow.

To-fucking-morrow.

Frank? Frank, where have you been?

I've been worried sick.
You didn't come home for dinner.

I have done everything I can think of and
I still didn't make enough money today.

Well, I have $80 in my purse.

No, that's-

That's not- Well, sure.

I think I might have really
screwed up this time.

Been exciting to see these lions...

You like lions?
I like them too. Yeah, you cutie.

- Debbie?
- No Liam.

Frank didn't bring him back?

- Where the hell is he?
- Oh!

- Children.
- Frank!

- Frank!
- Frank!

Where's Liam?

Hey-

Where is Liam?

He's at his first sleepover.

- He's 2!
- They sleep a lot at that age.

Which way?

This one?

Who the fuck are you?

We want Liam back.

Liam stays. He's collateral.

Then you better start shooting.

- Hey, good to see you again.
- Shut the fuck up.

- How much is that?
- Don't know, but we're good for it.

Gallaghers pay their debts.

Now, where the hell is our brother?

Okay, home sweet home.

- Good night.
- Good night. Love you.

- Love you, Liam.
- Good night, Liam.

I'm sorry, Fiona.

It's not your fault.

Get some sleep, okay?

I didn't mean for that to -
It was a joke, you know?

I was in the bar. I made this stupid-

I tried to make enough that I-

- Ian.
- Yeah, yeah.

So, Freddie, what you got today,
aluminum or glass?

Ian, tell Kash to get his ass up here.
I need him.

Now, Ian.

- Don't worry about it.
- Ah. Thank you.

Hey, Kash, Linda's looking for you.

Kash?

Can you do me a favor, Ian?

Can you give me a bit of a head start?

- You're leaving?
- Linda's got preeclampsia.

The OB wants her in bed
for the rest of her pregnancy.

I can't do it.

An hour? Two? Please?

What do I tell your kids?

Been to bed yet?

You're not gonna believe
the night I had.

Kids up yet?

Think I may need some field hands.

We handed over all the cash
we made so far this summer.

We still owe 6 grand. That's money
we count on to get through the winter.

What was it, some kind of bet?

Oh, 10 grand. You believe that?

We'll be lucky to bank enough
to get us to Christmas.

Can we save some for the ice cream
truck, keep it stocked all summer?

- How much is that?
- One bag should do it.

But less than an ounce
on the truck at one time.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- All right.

Sure, take a bag. It's the least we can do
to thank you for your hard work.

No, no, not you, Johnny Appleseed.

Okay, all right, be careful.

Careful, careful. And don't fight.

Hold it, don't put it- Babe, you got it?

- All right.
- That's great.

- There you go. All right.
- All right.

That it? So they don't fall.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Hey.
- Thank you.

- Bye, Veronica.
- Bye, baby. I'll see you later, okay?

- All right, so now what?
- To the dump, I guess.

Seems like such a waste.

You got any better ideas?

- You looking for Karen?
- Yeah, I am.

She went to the store.

- You Lip?
- Mm-hm.

Jody.

Nice shirt.

- Later we gotta go over there.
- Fuck, it's hot.

- Ahem:
- Damn.

That should about do it.

Shit.

Well, good afternoon, sleepy head.

- Where's breakfast?
- Oh, it's way too late for breakfast.

You even missed lunch.

I'm not a short-order cook, sweetie.

Well, I'm off for my walk.

Hundred and eight steps today
is the goal.

I might even make it to the mailbox.

There's Lucky Charms in the pantry
and milk in the fridge.

Okay, bye.

Great looking tomatoes. Heirlooms?

- Yes, Cherokee purples.
- Hope I can talk you out of a couple...

- ... when they're ripe.
- Of course.

It's all in the compost. I can give you
some worms to get you started.

- That'd be great. I should start a garden.
- You should.

I'll go change, grab a shovel.

Hey, Tony.

Five minutes, twenty-three seconds?

- Happy with anything under six.
- Okay.

On your mark...

...get set...

...go!

All right!