Shameless (2011–…): Season 4, Episode 12 - Lazarus - full transcript

I spit out two kids, blew my husband
and taking care of this shit hole.

I still had time to watch Shameless.
What's your damn excuse?

Two dollars. Did you see that?
These cheap motherfuckers.

I just want everybody here to know,
I'm fucking gay.

(YELLING)

I'll fucking kill you!

You really came out, huh?

Doesn't mean I'm going to wear
a fucking dress or anything.

What the fuck's going on with you?
One minute, you're like Superman

running around making pancakes,
taking pictures of the goddamn

sunrise and the next thing you
want to cut somebody's throat.

I couldn't help
but notice the schedule.

I synced it to your new phone.

The schedule, it's not me.

How's that working out for you?

Just help me bag some candy.

- BONNIE: My family lives in there.
- In the supermarket?

In the van.

I'm the laughing stock
of the seventh and eighth grade.

I thought he liked me.
He asked me to the dance.

I'll take you to the dance.

Well, hello!

Those adorable children.

Roger and I, we were going to get
married and adopt them

before he showed his true colors.
All I need is a marriage certificate.

Francis Gallagher, will you marry me?

KERMIT: It is my honor to declare
you Man and Wife.

You may kiss the groom.

He's in serious condition so they
moved him up the waiting list.

- What does that mean?
- He's getting a liver.

- Where am I, Debbie?
- I am Sammi.

I better get the doctor.

Where's momma going, Lip?

Dude, what's wrong with you?
I'm Carl.

Mr. Gallagher is suffering
from post-operative delirium.

Moms. Stop, we're in public.
Wait till we get home.

I'm not your friend.

I'm here to make sure you don't
violate the terms of your probation.

DEBBIE: Fiona never came home.
She violated probation.

- FIONA: Where are we going?
- Looks like Decatur Correctional.

OFFICER SCOTTY: Off the bus.
Single line. No talking. No pushing.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(GROANS)

Ow.

Dad?

How are you feeling?

Does thing dispense morphine?

Are you in pain?

Yes.

A lot of pain?

Yes! Jesus!

Daddy?

Do you know who I am?

What?

Who am I?

Sammi.

Good morning, Mr. Early Bird.

Where... where's my family?

- Right here, Dad.
- We're here, honey.

- I think Dad's back.
- Where the hell else would I be?

Do you know where you are?

A hospital?

A hospital where?

Chicago. Jesus.

What the hell is wrong
with you two idiots?

I'll go get the nurse.

Oh, Frank.

It's you. You're back!

- I knew you'd be back.
- Oh, Jesus.

Mrs. Gallagher, I told you
to stay off the bed.

You're gonna rip out
his staples.

Mrs. Gallagher?

I don't think
he's confused anymore.

Mrs. Gallagher?
We're married?

Still sounds pretty confused
to me.

- Since when?
- Oh, honey.

You're a hoot.

I think he's in pain.

You in pain,
Mr. Gallagher?

Yes. Yes, excruciating.

(GROANS LOUDLY)
What do we got going here?

Demerol? Vicodin?

What say we toss in Dilaudid,

try to take the edge
off of this bitch?

Pain is a blessing,
Mr. Gallagher,

part of the Good Lord's
healing process.

I'm gonna go get your breakfast.

I'm so glad you're back, Dad.

We're married?

Isn't it wonderful?

I'm gonna go call Gary,

and have him
bring the kids down.

Who the hell's Gary?

One of your new
Native American kids.

I think he's the one
with the Justin Bieber haircut.

I have Native American kids?

Five.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

It's fucking freezing.
What's up with the heat?

Fiona has us turning it down
at night, save on gas.

Christ. I can almost
see my breath.

Yeah, you will be able to soon.

Gas company's
cutting us off on Friday.

What, Fiona didn't pay it?

She paid what she could.

All right, well,
I got some money

from Amanda's folks.

Make a list.
We'll pay some bills, yeah?

Amanda's staying?

Why, you don't like her?

I like her as long as she's
helping us pay some bills.

Yo, up. School.

What are we
supposed to do with him?

We could drop him off
at the butcher

over at the Food 4 Less,

see if they'll chop him up
for bacon.

We're having bacon for breakfast?

Nah, we're eating Chuckie.

Oh, cool.

She's sleeping with you now?

Your girlfriend
sleeps with you.

Yeah, Amanda's 20, not 12.

Bonnie's 13.

I still don't want her
sleeping with you.

She doesn't want to have sex,

something about
her mom's old boyfriend

and a biker gang.

- Coffee?
- Oh, yeah, here.

- Thanks.
- Outstanding bills.

Jesus. What, electric
and rent are late too?

All right, can you get
to the check-cashing place?

Buy some money orders today?

Yeah, absolutely.

More like 1,900 if you want
to pay everything off.

Right. There you go.

Hide it in your boot
or something, okay?

Nobody's gonna roll me.

I carry pepper spray
and a shiv.

Handing out money?

Bonnie's brothers need
a few Z-Paks

and a couple bottles of Rid.

You know, how much longer
are Bonnie's "Lost Boys"

gonna be sacked out
in the living room?

- You said they could stay here.
- Yeah, for one night.

All right, kick 'em to the curb,
this isn't an orphanage.

- When are we gonna go visit Fiona?
- It's three hours away.

Each way.

How the hell are we
supposed to get down there?

- Bus.
- Borrow your girlfriend's car.

No, look.
I'm behind on a Physics lab.

I've got work-study shifts
to make up

and a paper due in Lit.

Okay, this weekend.

You know, Jesus, guys.

It's 90 days
in Country Club jail.

All right, it's not Guantanamo.

Okay, she's probably
learning a useful trade,

brushing up on her Spanish.

(BUZZER)

(UNHAPPY CHATTERING)

WOMAN: Clear.

Happy birthday.

It's not my birthday.

I got you
a little present anyway.

Make the day go easy.

(CAR ALARM BEEPS)

Come on, guys!

Yo, Carl. We taking
all them to school too?

No, back to the parking lot
where they live.

What, they live
in a parking lot?

Van, but it's in a parking lot.

What are we gonna do
with Chuckie?

I have to take him
back to the hospital

to see his mom and Frank.

We're not all gonna fit.

Sure we will.

Do you own a suit?

A suit?

Preferably black.

Why, are we going to a funeral?

Worse, pinning ceremony
at my sorority.

- What?
- You know,

white dresses,
chanting, candles.

Do you own a suit or not?

Uh, no.
No, not.

Well, then I guess
we better get you one.

SVETLANA: So you are
rainbow boy now?

The fuck you do to your hair?

You wear pink sweaters
and stink of man perfume now?

I look shitty in pink.

What the fuck?

You like the penis, yes?

Not when there's tits
directly above it.

You want it up
in your poop place?

No, I don't...
I want you... fucking...

I want you to put it away.

Can you put that away?

Put that fucking
thing away, please.

Thank you.

You love him?

Maybe.

I don't know.

Because he has a real penis?

Yeah, I guess.

I hate the penis.

Ugly fucking skin stick.

Always trying to get in
where it doesn't belong.

You like boys.

Maybe I like girls.

No penis is staring at you,

hoping to explode
like sticky volcano.

America,
it's land of choices, yes?

Freedom to be me.

Freedom to be you.

McDonald's, Burger King
on same block.

You choose.
One, both.

Shit, maybe we go
to Wendy's instead.

Hold... you're a lesbian?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Choice.

Morning.

Nika from tug shop.

She wants to take care of me.

The blonde with the lazy eye?

- She plays trumpet.
- (BABY CRIES)

Strong tongue.

But baby no choose.

Baby is me and baby is you.

He has no vote, no America.

We must take care of him.

Not just me.

Otherwise I wait
until you sleep,

and I stab you and orange boy
in the heart

with screwdrivers,
and I watch you

bleed until you die.

No more bullshit about baby.

You help.

And Nika comes here to live.

On three,
let's say Geronimo. Ready?

And Sarah,
give Daddy Frank a kiss.

Oh. One, two, three.

- ALL: (HALF-HEARTEDLY) Geronimo.
- (CAMERA BEEPS)

Got it.

Oh, this will be good

'cause the tribal council
might want a picture.

Let's see.

- What?
- You're not dead.

You disappointed?

You have a tube in your penis.

- Go away.
- And a big diaper.

Oh, Chuck,
leave your pop-pops alone.

Pop-pops?

Are you our daddy now?

- No.
- No.

Not yet, but soon.

Just a few more
legal technicalities.

We've got to dot some "I"s
and cross some "T"s.

Got a big poo in your diaper?

Oh, well, well, it's looking
like a convention in here.

Aren't you the lucky one
to have such a big, loving family?

Okay, up we go.
Time for your morning walk.

- A walk?
- Oh, okay. All right.

That sounds a little painful.

Can I get a little something
extra for that?

- Up we go.
- Ow!

- Okay.
- Oh, are you okay, dear?

Come on,
not even a Percocet?

A couple of oxys?

Something. Jesus!

One foot in front of the other.

Let's try and make it
all the way down

to the gift shop today.

He's got a load in that diaper.

Chuck, show your pop-pop
some respect.

Please don't correct my child.

Well, I'm sorry.
Somebody has to.

Poo's gonna run down his leg.

Chuckie, knock it off.
Watch TV.

I don't appreciate your tone.

Oh, well, um, you know,

he's my grandson now too,

so I've got to
take some responsibility.

He's not your grandson.

He's your what,
step-half-grandson maybe?

And dad didn't even know
you were married

- until an hour ago.
- Let's see.

How about if we talk outside
so we don't bother the kids?

- Okay.
- We'll be right back.

Two months ago,
he didn't know you existed.

He knew I existed.

And he didn't care.

I-I don't mean to be cruel.

But I think it's time for you

to start thinking about
your own life.

- Like, where are you gonna live?
- Guys, watch out, please.

What?
Wait. What?

You've been living at my house,

eating my food,
and selling my furniture.

With our new family, there just

isn't enough room at the inn.

You're throwing us out?

Well, we're going, all of us,

to the adoption hearing
at the reservation tonight.

And when we come back,
I would appreciate it

if you were no longer
living at my house.

And I forgive you
for selling the furniture.

Shit!

Fuck!

What?

What?

- Now?
- Yep.

I haven't taken anything.

Leave it open.

(DOOR OPENS)

You staying out of trouble?

Yes.

And you going
to your NA meetings?

I'm not a drug addict.

- That's not what I asked.
- Yes.

And you're clean?

Yes.

So I'm not gonna
find nothing in that cup

that makes me unhappy?

Nope.

Let's find out.

Hey, man.
It's noon.

Rise and fucking shine,
Cinderella.

I'm heading to Tommy's
to get a dog.

Mandy said she'd watch
the baby meat for a while.

Yo, sleepy-face.

Get your ass up, man.
Time to roll.

(IAN MUMBLING)

What's that, mumbles?

Come on, get up.

I'm buying.

Hey. Hey, you okay?

Feeling sick or something?

Leave me alone.

All right, you want me to bring you
back something to eat?

All right, man,
go fuck yourself.

Sleep all day, see if I care.

He okay?

Who the fuck knows?

- MAN: You're a freak.
- It's true.

- It has powers.
- Bullshit.

Hanging an umbilical cord
around your neck?

Two umbilical cords.

Twins, twice the strength.

- Doesn't it smell?
- Yes.

Well, it kind of smells.

Oh, my babies.

Mwah, mwah.

And you too.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- How you doing, Mickey?

- How's business upstairs?
- It's slow.

You know, it's...
it's cold out.

How's business downstairs, Mick?

That a fuckin' gay joke?

I don't know.
Was it funny?

No, it wasn't funny.

Then, no, it wasn't a gay joke.

Hey, if anybody's
got something to say,

fucking say it!

Were you surprised?

'Cause I wasn't surprised.

I mean, Rock Hudson?

That was a bit of a shock.
Ellen?

That kid from
Doogie Howser, MD?

Ellen? Really?
I had that one.

Yeah, no straight woman
wears Adidas.

Rosie O'Donnell, that got me.

She looks just like my sister.

- I thought your sister was gay.
- Wasn't before Ellen.

Elton John,
Candle In The Wind.

That diver
from the underwear ads?

- Marky Mark?
- Marky Mark's not gay.

- He did underwear ads.
- No, no.

Greg Louganis.
Yeah, he busted his head

on the Olympic diving board.

Blood everywhere, kept going.

- Tough fucker.
- That NBA player last year.

Yeah, Jason Collins.

That took guts.

What about that kid
that just came out

in college football,
Michael Sam?

- Fergie.
- No shit. Fergie?

Well, maybe just bisexual,
but still.

Mickey, have a seat, man.

No one gives a shit
who you bang.

Let me buy you a beer.

To butt buddies,

long may they slam and slap.

To butt buddies!

Who else?

How's it going in there?

Lip?

- LIP: Yeah?
- Come on out.

Let me see.

Uh, shoulders and lapels.

Are we happy with these lapels?

- Is this the Armani?
- Paul Smith.

Let's try the Prada.

Okay.

Stop fidgeting.

Jesus Christ.

You'll wear it for years.

I feel a bit
like, uh, Pretty Woman.

Pretty boy.

- Kept boy.
- Boy toy, then.

What, that's better?

I want all those bitches
at the sorority suicidal with envy.

Oh, that's what this is about.

Why not?

Is there anything on earth

more enjoyable than
humiliating your peers?

Go. Go!

Okay.

Yummy!

Let's go.

Where's Ms. Johnson?

You're with me.

I didn't take it, bitch.

FIONA: I haven't done any drugs.

Okay, if something
showed up in that test,

then there was something wrong
with the test,

or somebody put something
in my food or something.

FIONA: There's a woman here.

She's been giving me
a lot of shit.

Get your stuff.
You're out.

Get in the car.

Cold out here.

Seat belt.

Hungry?

There's a Sonic
off the highway.

We'll stop
and get you something.

We have deflated the balloon,

and we are now ready to

remove the catheter
from the urethra.

Chuckie, come on.

You might feel some discomfort

as the balloon passes
through the meatus.

"The meatus."

I think he means my dick.

Give me a big exhale.

Don't you normally
knock people...

(SCREAMS, PANTS)

All done.

Now, let's get
those staples out.

Turn on your side.

Chuckie, no.

We've started you
on a course of

- Come on, that's dirty.
- Immunosuppressive neoral,

which you'll need to continue
for the rest of your life,

to avoid
rejecting your transplant.

There are a few side effects.

High blood pressure,
hand tremors,

headaches,
increased hair growth,

swollen gums, night sweats,

and an elevated chance
of depression.

You'll also be on prednisone.

Does that have
a Dr. Frankenstein list

of side effects, too?

Stomach ulcers,
acne, cataracts,

glaucoma, diarrhea, nightmares,

insomnia, more hair growth.

What about a little something

to take the edge off?

What about pain meds?

Tylenol works well
for discomfort.

You are at increased danger
of infection,

so bathe regularly
and wash your hands.

When can I drink?

Alcohol?
You can't.

- What?
- Alcohol stresses the liver

and can dilute
your anti-rejection meds.

Well, what's the point
of getting a new liver

if the damn thing won't
do what it's designed to do?

Try near beer.
It's surprisingly tasty,

and enjoyed by millions
of retired alcoholics,

me included.

He didn't say anything
about pot.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

I'll get it!

- Hi.
- Hi.

Did you order a pizza?

DEBBIE: Extra large, cheesy
crust with pepperoncini?

Uh, yeah.

This must be the place then.

Okay.

Food!

How much?

Uh, 16 dollars 50.

Here's 20.

- Oh.
- Keep the change.

I'll get my coat,
and we can go.

Oh. Uh, go?

- I'm... I'm kind of working.
- I know.

I need a ride to
the check-cashing place

on Cermak and
the gas company on 67th.

Pizza's here.

I'll be back in an hour or so.

I have to go pay some bills.

It's nice in here now.

I don't have to wear my parka
inside anymore.

Debbie said we could
turn up the heat.

- Want me to get us some pizza?
- I'm not hungry.

That was funny
at assembly today

- when that chick threw up.
- Yeah.

Some kids just can't
hold their Jager.

You hear anything
from your mom?

She'll be back.

She never stays away
for more than,

like, a night or two.

Want to spend the night
here again?

I thought your brother said
he didn't want us around.

It's my house too.

I got you something.

You bought me that?

Stole, but yeah.

You're not starting to like me

or anything, are you?

Like you?

Like, fall in love
or anything weird?

No.

Good, don't.

Why not?

Just don't.

I should get back to the van,

in case mom shows up.

Thanks for the beer.

Come on, guys.
Time to go.

Time to go.
Let's go.

You know why you're out?

No, but thank you.

Yeah, don't thank me.
It wasn't me.

Overcrowding.

Non-violent offenders
rotate out

after 10 to 20 percent time served.

So what sent you
on that bender,

made you bust your probation?

I don't know.

Maybe it just got too hard.

Letting yourself off
a little easy,

- don't you think?
- I went back to jail.

There's nothing easy
about that.

Sure it is. The hard part is
staying out and clean.

Relapsing is easy.

I'm not a drug addict.

- Yeah, so you keep saying.
- It's the truth.

JOHNSON: Then what
was all that about then, huh?

FIONA: I honestly don't know.

Then what's your sad story?

JOHNSON: 'Cause we all screwed up
in one way or the other.

Not many white picket fences
where we come from.

You're South Side?

Born and raised.

My dad drank.

I loved him,
but he was a drunk.

But you a grown-up.

There comes a point
in time that

you got to take control
of your own life.

Whatever you from,
whoever did you wrong,

didn't do what they
were supposed to do,

wasn't being who they
was supposed to be?

It's just you.

No more excuses.

Yo, it's after 5:00.

You trying to set
some sort of record?

You're not still sleeping.
Get up.

Leave me alone.

Ian, are you high?
You take something?

Go away.

Okay, you want me to

call the club at least
and tell them...

Jesus! Leave me alone!

Fuck's wrong with him?

And in conclusion,

I feel my husband
and I can provide a warm,

inclusive,
nurturing environment

that validates
the cultural identity

of our shared
Native American heritage.

Thank you.

Thank you,
Mrs. Gallagher.

I'm sure I speak for all of us

when I say we
appreciate the diligence

you have shown in caring
for these children.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Well, then, I speak
for most of us

when I say your devotion
is very impressive.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Gary, what are they saying?

I don't know.

I'm taking Chinese.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

I'd be... I'd be happy
to answer. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

But if I can
answer any questions...

Thank you,
but give us a moment.

Okay.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

No.

No what?

You cannot adopt the children.

Their grandfather
will take them.

- Grandfather?
- (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Great-grandfather.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Why didn't you tell me
you had a grandfather?

He doesn't have Wi-Fi.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

The Menominee Nation
thanks you for your care

of these children
and would like to offer you

Five hundred dollars to defray any
costs you may have incurred.

We can send you a check.

Or would you prefer chips
for the casino?

Give me your ankle.

You owe me 420 bucks
for the last one.

Come on, let's go.
You're gonna be late for work.

So, you're another one
of Gayle's hard cases, huh?

Charlie Peters.

Minimum wage plus tips.

Good shift, you'll bring home
12 bucks an hour.

If it rains or snows,
closer to eight.

You wait tables before?

Uh, cocktails mostly.

You come in drunk,
you're fired.

You come in high, you're fired
and I call Ms. Johnson here.

We clear?

You got a meeting?

Not yet.

NA or AA?

NA. Al-Anon too,
I'm guessing.

I got a meeting down
the street at the episcopal.

10:00 AM.

Jackie!

Jackie Scavello,
Fiona Gallagher.

You take her in the back,
set her up with a locker,

show her the ropes.

Sure.

Thanks.

This one gonna make it?

Who knows?

Sammi called.
Frank's getting

out of the hospital tomorrow.

We should go.

- Where's your girlfriend?
- I don't know.

She's not answering my calls.

- Where's your boyfriend?
- Working.

And he's not my boyfriend now.

He's my friend until I'm 16,

and we can legally have
consensual intercourse.

Sucks.

- Mm-hmm, yeah.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hey. Your brother here?

I thought he was
staying with you.

No, come on, man.
The other one.

- The... the... Lip.
- College.

Something wrong?

♪ (WOMEN SINGING) ♪

Have you ever
seen Rosemary's Baby?

(SCREAMS)

(GIRLS SQUEALING HAPPILY)

- (APPLAUSE)
- (EXCITED CHATTERING)

You sounded amazing.

Ian?

Ian, you all right?

Ian, it... it's Debbie.

Go away.

Ian?

Do you know what this is?

Yeah, we know what this is.

(LAUGHING)
That wasn't so bad, was it?

Uh, no, the chanting part
was kind of creepy.

But hey, I look good
in a suit, right?

You know, I figured
it was gonna be more

wild toga party than coven.

Well, we're a bunch
of engineering majors.

Our parties usually
consist of us

watching Big Bang reruns

and bleaching each other's
mustaches.

- Everybody want coffee?
- Oh, yes, please.

- Yeah.
- Okay, great.

We've got a special
on The Toddle House Breakfast.

It's a ham and cheese omelet.

It's got sausage
or bacon, grits...

grits, um,
with a choice of toast,

and it's 4.99.

Okay, I'll be back
to take your order.

Excuse me, I just
got to go take a leak.

Mandy, hey.

You want some more coffee, sir?

Uh, no, no.

Um, hey, look.
I didn't know you worked here.

I'll be with your table
in just a minute.

You look great.

You want something else?

More sugar?

Cream?

No, uh...

no, we're good.

Thank you.

MAN: I'm starving.

- MAN: Me too.
- WOMAN: I love Texas toast.

- MAN: What's Texas toast?
- Thanks.

You know the waitress?

Oh, I thought
I did from school.

Did you guys see
Karen's dress tonight?

So what are
you guys thinking, huh?

Um...

how about the mega-omelet?

Yeah.

♪ (LOW-TEMPO SONG) ♪

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hi.

(CLATTERING)

Fiona.

Hi.

I'm making French toast.

Oh, Jesus.
Are you crying?

Oh, don't cry.
I'll start crying too.

(BOTH SOB)

Hi.

(LAUGHING)

Okay, okay, enough.

Jesus, stop.

School, come on.

We've got to get moving.

What?

God, what?

FIONA: (SOFTLY) You want to get up?
I'll make you a sandwich.

Or I could get my sneakers
in the house.

We could go for a run
at the track.

You want to go for a run?
Get some fresh air?

What do you say?

Okay. Okay.

How long has he been like that?

Since yesterday morning.

And he hasn't
gotten out of bed?

No, he's just sleeping.

I can't get him up.
I-I tried.

Yeah, so did I.

And what about before?
What was he like?

Before, he was fine.
He was happy.

He's staying up all hours
of the night,

dancing, telling fucking jokes.

He kicks my ass every day.
I can't keep up with him.

We've got to get ahold of Lip.
He should know.

Know what?
What's wrong with him?

Uh, depression, I think.

He... he's depressed?

What do you mean he's...
We all get fucking depressed.

How the fuck could we not,
living around here?

It's not that kind
of depressed, okay?

Look, I could be wrong,

but it could
be bipolar disease,

like our mom.

Bi... bi... bi... What?
What the fuck is that?

It's manic depression, Mick.

It's like high highs
followed by low lows,

over and over again.

We'll get him an appointment
at the clinic,

and we'll see what they say.

No, no, look.
He... he's low.

- We cheer him up.
- It's not like that.

He may have to be hospitalized.

What do you mean, hos...
Like a psych ward?

No fucking way!
No fucking way!

He's staying here.

He could end up suicidal.

Then we hide the knives
until he perks up.

I can... I can take care of him.

Okay, let me take care of him
until he's better.

It... it can be weeks.

It's mood swings, okay?

It's almost impossible
to handle...

Don't fucking tell me
what's impossible!

We're taking care of him here.

You, me, us.

His fucking family.

I have to get
to a meeting, okay?

Um, we'll call Lip,

and we'll let him know
what's going on.

Okay, come on.

He's not going to
some fucking nut house.

You hear me?

He stays here.

He's staying with me.

Hey. Hey!

You see a van parked here,

bunch of kids living in it?

It was here yesterday.

Yeah. Yeah,
they were here.

Must have left.

♪ (ROCK MUSIC) ♪

Good to see you.

The meeting's about to start.

After you.

- Hi.

- Hi.
- Good morning.

Uh, excuse me?

You're not allowed
in Mr. Gallagher's room today.

What?

Mrs. Gallagher
has requested that

you not be allowed in the room.

He's my dad.

She's concerned
that your presence

is upsetting
to Mr. Gallagher.

Sheila!

Sheila, get your fat ass out here!

Please, I don't want
to have to call security.

- I'm just gonna...
- I'm gonna fuck you up!

- Call security.
- You fuck with the bull,

you get an ass full of horns!

Keep your voice down.

You can't keep me away
from my dad.

He is my husband.

- I'm his blood.
- I'm his wife.

You've got your kids.
He's the only family I've got.

No, I lost the kids.

The tribe wouldn't
let me adopt them.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

So now you have room for us
at your house.

(GASPS)

Let me see my father,
you bitch.

No!

I'm the one he's chosen to
spend the rest of his life with.

You're just one lucky sperm.

Oh!

Get her... get her... get her out.

She says I can't see my dad!

Mrs. Gallagher...

I am so sorry to...

She just assaulted me!
Everyone in this hospital saw!

SAMMI: I was assaulted!

Hi.

Hey.

What's going on out there?

Catfight,
Sammi and Sheila.

- Over what?
- You, I think.

Who's winning?

Hard to tell.

Maybe the rent-a-cops.

You ready to get out of here?

Absolutely.

Ladies, I need you
to keep it down.

This is America,
and in this country,

people have a right
to see their families.

Bye.

It's fine.

Okay, we're gonna work it out.

I'm just gonna go
and see my dad.

Oh, no, God damn it.

Dad?

Pops?

(CAR ALARM BEEPS)

Your dedication to nicotine
is admirable.

What is it, five degrees?

It's at least ten.

Bipolar, huh?

Can't be sure.

But it looked
painfully familiar.

We should have some of
Monica's lithium somewhere.

It's not like she ever took it.

And I always worried
it'd be me.

Oh, there's still time.

You know, I hear you
could have your first

psychotic break anytime
in your teens or 20's.

Mental illness Russian roulette

with Monica's DNA
as the bullet.

Is alcoholism genetic?

It's the nurture part
of nature and nurture.

All about the environment
you grow up in.

Oh, that's very encouraging.

Jesus.

Is this family ever
gonna catch a break?

Well, you're out of the pokey,

and, uh, I passed my midterms.

That's great, good for you.

Barely, but I passed.

I bet you aced 'em.

College is a lot
fucking harder than it looks.

You actually have
to apply yourself.

Who exactly is Amanda?

My, uh, roommate's
ex-girlfriend,

who I ended up with when
she tried to blow me in my sleep.

Somebody can blow you
in your sleep?

Well, at some point,
you wake up.

Is it getting serious?

Well, it's certainly
getting fucking weird.

She buys me shit.

- Nice shit?
- Yeah.

Sounds like a keeper.

It was me, Lip.

Not Frank.

Not Monica.

Not nature.
Not nurture.

It was all me.

I'm 23.

It can't be about how much
they screwed us up anymore.

It sounds kind of like AA.

Yeah.

You been drinking
the big book Kool-Aid?

A bit. Attendance is
a condition of my parole.

You're not perfect, Fiona.

None of us are.

Looks good, George. Thanks.

Hey, Chuckie, grab the hose.

Hook up our water, okay?

What are you doing?

Homesteading.

You're camping in my yard?

Not your yard.

The vacant lot
next to your yard.

Complain to the City
Planning Department.

They should get around
to sending somebody

to investigate by summer.

Have you seen Frank?

- He's not here?
- No.

And I talked to Debbie,
and she hasn't seen him either.

I made a pot roast for Frank.

And it seems like a shame
to have it

go to waste,
if you guys are hungry.

We could eat, thanks.

Okay.

Chuckie, pot roast!

♪ (MELANCHOLY MUSIC) ♪

Is this good?

Give me the bottle.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

That all you got?

That's it?

I'm still here, you fucker!

Frank Gallagher!

I'm alive!

You see me?

You see me standing here?

You lost, asshole!

I'm alive, motherfucker!

Me, Frank Gallagher!

Alive!

Alive.

Little nip won't hurt you.

Are you gonna go in?

Is this the right house?

- Jack?
- Hmm?

Are you gonna go inside?

No. Not tonight.

Come on, let's go.

(English US - SDH)