Shameless (2011–…): Season 4, Episode 6 - Iron City - full transcript

This is what you missed last week
on Shameless.

It was a great episode.

Whoa, Debbie. Debbie, stop.

- Don't you want to?
- Some day.

- Well, why not now?
- Because you're 13.

It turns out I'm one-thirty-second
Menominee Indian.

You're even foxier in person.

You didn't tell me
that you had kids.

This is Dale, Ben, Sarah,
Denise and Gary.

- I studied my ass off for this test.
- I'm sorry.

I have this liver condition.

Pretty much kicked,
they say I need a new one.

I never hear of an Indian getting
a liver transplant.

We use a sweat lodge.
Cleans your liver and your spleen.

- And it's a real high.
- Frank?

How did you guys
start getting it on?

I got him drunk
and almost fucked him in his tent.

I can get a little wild.

I'm not telling him.
This did not happen.

You got off on it as much as I did.

- Goddamn it!
- What?

- Mike, I don't know what he...
- Please just go.

What the fuck are you doing here?

By way of apologizing.
Now it's a party.

Fiona! He's not breathing!

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.

- What's on his face?
- He got into my coke.

- OFFICER: Who's Fiona?
- That's me.

Fiona Gallagher, you have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used

against you in a court of law.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

Look at the camera.

(CAMERA BEEPING)

(MACHINE WHIRRING, BEEPING)

They probably took her
to District Six for booking.

That's where they usually take you
before they transfer you to County.

She's gonna need a lawyer.

You got anybody you want us to call?

- Lip?
- Yeah?

Is there a lawyer
you want us to use?

I used a guy on Calumet
a couple years ago

for that DUI thing I had, you know?

He smells like dirty dish towels

but if you breathe
through your mouth, it's bearable.

- Fiona Gallagher?
- Philip Gallagher.

- Is Fiona here?
- No.

- Will she be back?
- No, not soon. I'm Liam's brother.

Is there another parent
or legal guardian available?

No. Is Liam gonna be ok?

I'm sorry. I really need
a responsible adult present to...

Look, my mom is a bipolar
drug addict who split years ago,

and my dad is a drunk, and the cops
just hauled Fiona off to jail, ok?

Look, I'm the only thing that passes
for a responsible adult

that you're gonna find.
Now, how is Liam?

Your brother came in
with acute cocaine toxicity.

Disoriented, hallucinating

and with a dangerously
elevated heart rate.

He's on Naloxone
for his altered mental status

and benzodiazepine
to control his seizures.

- Seizures?
- We're monitoring his temperature,

his heart rate
and his glucose levels,

but he has started to settle down.

- Can we see him?
- I'm sorry.

Only immediate family members
over 18 are allowed in the PICU.

Go.
We'll stay here with Carl and Debs.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(WOMAN COUGHING RUGGEDLY)

- You can touch him.
- Why is he tied down?

He was agitated and hurting himself.

It's not unusual
in cocaine overdoses.

- Is he gonna be ok?
- Well, it's early yet,

but cocaine overdoses
aren't usually fatal.

He did have several seizures

and that can lead
to intellectual decline.

Brain damage?

Learning and language problems.
Emotional and behavioral disorders.

The developing brain is delicate.

You're gonna need to consult
with a pediatric neurologist

to monitor
any possible long-term deficit.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

Look, your little brother is a...
He's a tough guy. He's strong.

If I was a betting woman,

my money would be
on a full recovery.

Hey.

It's ok. Here we go.

Shh.

(DOOR OPENS)

Transport van is here. Ladies.

- Where are we going?
- Division Four for processing.

Put your hands up.

My brother is in the hospital.

I need to make a call
and find out how he's doing.

You'll have access to a phone
after intake at Division Four.

Set? Let's go. Come on.

Hey, anything new?

We got Deb and Carl into bed.
V is gonna stay with them.

And I got a hold of the cops.

They're moving Fiona
to Women's County.

We can catch up to her over there
for her arraignment. What's that?

It's admissions paperwork.

"Insurance"? None.
"Employer"? None.

"Credit card number"?
None.

Jesus.

Maybe they will let us wash dishes
in the cafeteria.

No, fuck that. They gotta treat him.

They're not gonna kick
a sick toddler to the curb

because he doesn't have
a gold card.

Well, that doesn't mean
they're not gonna send

a collection agency our way.

What, you're worried they're gonna
fuck up your credit rating?

Fiona's bail hearing
is around noon sometime.

- I left a message with that lawyer.
- No.

- No, what?
- What? Lawyer work for free?

V and I can front you some cash.

What, front us some cash

like we're ever gonna be able
to pay you back?

She needs a lawyer.

And she'll get one.
The PD's office will handle it.

Are you fucking kidding me?

An overworked public defender
straight out of law school

- with a couple hundred cases?
- Works for me.

- It was an accident, Lip.
- If you say so.

This is some heavy shit, kid.

Illegal drugs, a three-year-old?

She might end up doing
some serious time.

She's family.

It's almost 5:00.

I've got a quantum physics quiz
in three hours.

Guess I'm gonna miss it, huh?

(MACHINES BEEPING)

- FRANK: You look like your mother.
- What?

- She was a real looker.
- Oh, my God. We almost lost you.

- She still a knockout?
- My mom?

Not so much.
Life hasn't been kind.

Diabetes. Lost a foot.

Breast cancer before that.
Double mastectomy.

- Both of them, huh?
- Mmm.

They rebuilt them.
Did a good job too.

She was always complaining

about how she was
a little small up there,

so she had the doc add
a couple bra sizes.

Small? I don't remember that.

Couldn't rebuild the nipples,
though,

- so she had them tattooed on.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

Did a pretty good job too.
Even up close.

Hey. Look who's conscious.

He just woke up. This is Dr. Zabel.
He saved your life.

Well, temporarily at best.
How you feeling, Frank?

- Shitty. Do I know you?
- Sure. We're old friends.

According
to your extensive medical history,

this is your 56th visit
to our hallowed hall of healing.

You're a legend around here, Frank.

Two more visits,
you'll pass Sterno Stan

as our most decorated
frequent flyer.

I remember you.
You fucked up my best high ever.

Silly me. I should have
skipped the Narcan, let you OD.

I suspect our Billing Department
would've sent me

on a Carnival cruise

if I'd just let you choke to death
on your own vomit.

No, I was fine.

I've done five speedballs before,
no problem-o.

Now, according
to your daughter here,

you passed out in a sweat lodge?

Beyond the obvious question

of where you found a sweat lodge
in the city of Chicago

in the middle of winter,

what in God's name
were you thinking?

Liver is giving out.
No time to get a new one.

Indians sweat the alcohol out
and live forever.

I realize Western medicine

isn't offering you
many alternatives, Frank,

but all that holistic crap
will kill you faster.

- How long you been a drinker?
- Started when I was 12.

Never breathed a sober breath since

until this damn liver
quit doing its job.

What job is that?

Processing the copious amounts
of alcohol I send its way daily.

If there were an anti-AA,

I'd have a 40-year drunk chip
rattling around in my pocket.

Given your four decades
of stumble-down,

hammered-in-the-gutter commitment
to pro-level alcoholism...

Thank you.

...I think you owe your liver
a condo in Boca

and some shuffleboard.

You know you're dying, right?

- We're all dying, Doc.
- Soon?

Nope.
Not ready to punch my ticket yet.

I got a good ten years left.

Just gotta give this old liver
a couple of months to rejuvenate,

get its mojo back.

- How soon?
- Very soon.

"Order the flowers

"and decide between an urn
or a casket" soon.

Not gonna happen, Doc.

You don't know us Gallaghers.
We're resilient.

You have cirrhosis,

the result of chronic progressive
liver disease.

You're losing excretory function.
You've developed ascites,

variceal hemorrhages,
hepatic encephalopathy,

and renal impairment.

- Time's up, Frank.
- Is there anything else we can do?

Make him comfortable.
Hospice is an excellent option.

I assume cost is an issue

but there are several
nice ones around

that accept the indigent.

Run by religious orders

but well worth a couple choruses
of Amazing Grace

to have your last days
be someplace nice.

Pleasure knowing you, Frank.
Good luck.

Back at you, Doc.

- Fiona Gallagher?
- Yes?

- Any medical issues?
- No.

Diabetes? Tuberculosis?
HIV? Food allergies?

You hooked on anything?

Drug dependencies
we should know about?

What about medications?

- You taking any prescription meds?
- No.

- Personal items, please.
- What?

Watch, rings, bracelets, earrings,
wallet, money, keys,

any other piercings,
everything in your pockets.

My brother is in the hospital.

I need to make a call,
find out how he's doing.

- Arm, please.
- Please, can I make a call

and find out
how my brother is doing?

That you?

Sign here to acknowledge

these are the possessions
you gave me.

Down the hall to the right
and strip. Let's go.

In there.

Clothes in the bag.

Underwear too.

Arms up.

Open your mouth.

Flip up the top lip.

Flip the bottom.

Lift up your tongue.

Soles of your feet.
The other one.

Bend over for me, please.

Cough.

(COUGHS)

Put on the uniform.

Can I get my call now, please?

Get in your uniform.

Let's go.

- They still sleeping?
- Yeah. Liam?

Same. Lip stayed.
He's gonna call if anything changes.

You want some coffee?

Should we be getting them ready
for school?

They didn't get to bed until 2.

I don't even remember seeing Liam,
do you?

Was he down here the whole time
and I just didn't notice him?

I don't know.
It was a Gallagher pop-up party.

Booze was flowing.
Noise was noisy.

- There was a lot of shit going on.
- Yeah.

I should have noticed him.
Kept an eye on him.

It's not our kid.
It's not our job to watch him.

It is our job.

With Lip off at college
and Ian running away,

Fiona can't keep track of these kids
all by herself.

Look, I'm not saying it's her fault.

I'm just saying
that it's not ours either.

It's nobody's. Shit happens.

What's gonna happen with our babies?

They're gonna be fine.
We're gonna keep them safe.

They're gonna grow up happy
and smart and play for the Bulls.

One of them
is gonna be elected president.

- Of the United States?
- Hell, yeah. Why not?

We already elected a skinny,
half-black Muslim dude

named after a towel-head dictator.

Morning, Mr. Shalibian.

It's a sweat lodge.

It's great
for getting rid of toxins.

Yeah, bring your mom by later,
we'll heat it up.

I'm sure it will help her emphysema.

Ok, have a good day,
Mr. Shalibian.

Stinking Wind! One-Eyed Snake!
Runs With Poo! Breakfast!

You know
that's not their real names, right?

It's the names they gave me.

How are you feeling this morning?

A little sore. Violated.
But in a good way.

Nothing I haven't felt
after spending a day on the saddle.

Oh!

How do you say "Hello, everyone"
in Menominee?

Posoh mawanew weyak.

Posoh mawanew weyak.

I hope you're hungry.

I've got Nokake pancakes
and molasses syrup.

So we're gonna have
to be heading back

to the reservation today,
sad to say.

- What? Already?
- Their education beckons.

How far is it?

Menominee? About 90 minutes,
depending on the traffic.

- Got any Mrs. Butterworth's?
- Eat and say thank you.

Should only be a couple weeks
while I track down my sister.

She's probably out in Reno again.

- Log Cabin Maple?
- Eat it!

I have some homemade huckleberry jam
if you'd prefer.

- They're good. They're eating.
- Ok.

I was thinking,

well, maybe I could come visit you
on the reservation. I've never been.

Sure. Why not?

You can stay with us.
We have plenty of room.

Do you have a lot of land
for farming and agriculture?

We live in a double-wide
behind the casino.

Well, that sounds nice.

- Casino has a pool with a slide.
- And a go-cart track.

Less talking, more eating, please.

There you go.
Want some help with that?

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Yeah.

WOMAN: You have a collect call
from the Cook County Jail from...

FIONA: Fiona Gallagher.

WOMAN: To accept this call,
press pound.

To accept this call, press pound,
or press zero for more options.

Please be aware that all calls
from this facility are recorded

and monitored
by law enforcement authorities.

FIONA: Hello? Lip?

- Yeah.
- How is he?

- LIP: What, Liam?
- Yes, Liam. Jesus!

- FIONA: Lip?
- He's alive.

He's in the Pediatric
intensive Care Unit.

But he's gonna be ok?

Sure. Yeah, he's strapped down
because he was hurting himself.

He's on a ton of drugs and an IV

and could have permanent
brain damage but he's gonna live.

- Are you still there?
- (SOBBING) Yeah, I'm here.

- Please, please,
- Mr. Gallagher?

- LIP: Please, tell him that I...
- Gotta go.

Please tell him that I love him,
ok?

And I'm so, so sorry.
Please. Please?

Lip? Lip!

(LINE DEAD BEEPING)

So his heart rate and his blood
pressure have returned to normal

and his glucose levels
have stabilized.

That means
we're gonna move him downstairs

to a bed
in the general pediatrics ward

as soon as one becomes available.

- Ok?
- Ok.

He should be ready
to be discharged then

in, like, I don't know,
a day or two.

- Good. That's good.
- Yeah.

Philip, this is Ms. Matlock.
She's from Social Services.

- Anne, Mr. Gallagher.
- Hi.

Your sister
is your brother's legal guardian?

Along with my father, yeah.

Was your father at home

when the incident
with Liam occurred?

No, no, he wasn't there.

- Do you know where your father is?
- No, I have no idea.

He doesn't live in the home?

No, I've been away at college,
so I don't know.

Do you know where we can find him?

No.

And your sister
is in police custody?

Yeah.

You're gonna need
to find your father

before Liam is ready to be released,

or we're gonna have to place him
into foster care.

Can I take responsibility for him?
I'm an adult, 18.

You're away at college, right?

Yeah, but I'll quit.
You know, I can take him.

You can petition the court
but that takes time.

Your father is the quicker solution

if you wanna keep your brother out
of foster care, even temporarily.

Ok.

Would you like to see him?

- Yes.
- Ok.

- Hey, buddy.
- Hey!

- Look who I brought.
- Hi!

Hey, how you doing? Hi.

Hi, monkey man! Hi!

You're ok. You're ok.

- You should at least take a look.
- No, thank you.

Could be nice.

Bunch of cancer patients screaming
for morphine

as tumors
slowly break their bones,

some nun sprinkling the poor fuckers
with holy water?

One of them was the Methodists.

- I don't think they have nuns.
- Not interested.

Why haven't you asked me
about my mom before?

- What?
- You never asked me about her.

It was a long time ago.

You wanna meet her?

- Did you tell her about me?
- Not yet.

Probably just as well.

We didn't exactly part
on good terms.

How come?

She told me she was pregnant,
I told her to lose my number.

- Why?
- Why what?

Why didn't you wanna be my dad?

We were young.
It was complicated.

- Complicated how?
- She wanted to keep you.

You wanted her
to get an abortion?

Well, now I'm glad that she didn't

but at the time, hell, yes.
We barely knew each other.

She told me you two were in love.

Well, it wasn't quite that romantic.

We met at a party,
did too much peyote

and I bent her over a dryer
in Johnny Walsh's basement.

A dryer?

I remember there was a tennis shoe
or something in there.

Kept thumping. I banged your mom
to the rhythm of the thing.

Ok, Sammi, wait! Wait, look.

Hey! It wasn't candles
and Barry White on the stereo.

Who cares?

Something incredibly beautiful
and special came out of it: you.

Will you at least take a look?

- At what?
- The hospice places!

- Oh, for Christ's sake, why?
- Please.

No.

Ok!

Ok. I'll go.

- Wait. Small-breasted, you said?
- Yep.

I could have sworn
the girl I bent over the dryer

had a nice set.

Maybe your mom was the chick
in the Porta-Potty

at the Rod Stewart concert.

(DOOR BUZZES)

WOMAN: Gallagher.

(DOOR BUZZES TWICE)

Here, to your left. Yep.

- Fiona Gallagher?
- Yeah.

Maria Vidal. I'll be your public
defender for today's arraignment.

Please, welcome to my office.

- You been through this before?
- No.

All right, it's gonna take all
of about 90 seconds.

The judge is gonna read the charges.

He's gonna ask you how you plea.
You say, "Not guilty."

Then he's gonna set a bail amount.

Then he'll give us
a preliminary hearing date.

You post the bond
and you get the hell out of here.

It was an accident.

I had no idea that my brother
was still downstair...

Fiona. Fiona, right?
That's a conversation for later.

Right now, we have to get you
in front of the judge.

Are you ready? Good.

Gallagher, I'll see you inside.

- Hi, Pete. How you doing?
- Straight ahead.

(GAVEL BANGING)

Fiona Gallagher. Case S6-974356.

- Is counsel present?
- Yes, Your Honor.

Read the charges.

Possession
of a controlled substance,

a Class 4 felony under 720
Illinois Criminal Statute 570.1,

and child endangerment, a violation
of the Reckless Conduct Code

720 ILCS5 Section 12C-5,
a Class 3 felony.

How does the defendant plead?

- Miss Gallagher?
- Not guilty, Your Honor.

MARIA: Defense requests the accused
be released on her own recognizance.

Cocaine overdose in a toddler?

The child is still
in intensive care.

Bail is set at $100,000.

Check with the clerk to get
a preliminary hearing date. Next.

Jackson, S4-264296.

All right, straight down here. Left.

- Excuse me!
- Yes?

- We're Fiona Gallagher's family.
- Ok.

One hundred thousand dollars?

She didn't carve some dude up
and stuff his parts in the freezer!

You don't have to put up 100,000.

County only requires ten percent
for the bond.

Ten grand?

They accept collateral
of equal value, a house, a car.

I can try to get it reduced
at her preliminary hearing

- if the victim recovers...
- Liam.

Liam recovers,
that could influence the judge

to lower her bail. Gotta go.

- $10,000?
- Forget it. We don't have it.

- We can't just leave her in jail.
- We don't have the money, Debs.

Well, we can raise it.
We can sell stuff and...

No! Christ! Just drop it!
Fuck, Debs!

- Debbie!
- Debbie?

Smooth, asshole. Smooth.

Look, we gotta find Frank,

or they're gonna put Liam
into foster care.

- Shit.
- Yeah. Carl,

I want you to go back
to the hospital, all right?

Stay with Liam, keep us updated
on how he's doing.

Look, I already tried the house.
He wasn't there.

All right, you up for another round
of "Where the fuck is Frank?"

Yeah, sure.

- Could be in Sheila's sweat lodge.
- Her what?

Or over at that chick's trailer
by the Save-A-Lot.

She hopped a bus
before I could catch her.

- She's upset. She'll just go home.
- Wonder why.

Oh, what? Me yelling at her?

You think that's
the most traumatic thing

that's happened to her
in the last 18 hours?

Man, let's just go see
if we can find whatever gutter

our responsible adult of a father
has crawled into this time.

Hospice is a philosophy of care

for those faced
with a life-limiting illness.

We emphasize quality of life.

And we neither hasten
nor postpone death

while still supporting
the emotional, physical, spiritual

and practical needs of our guests.

- It is so nice. Isn't it nice, Dad?
- Yeah.

Follow me.

We have medical social workers.

We have physical therapists,
music and massage therapists,

bereavement specialists, nurses,

and, of course, there's a priest
on duty at all times

for the final hours.

Everyone has their own room.

And you're welcome
to bring personal items from home

to make you feel more comfortable.

We feel that touch
is a very important part

of our end-of-life therapies.

Hi, Gertrude, Mr. Tashegian.
End-stage pancreatic cancer.

Came on fast. Six weeks ago,
he was swimming laps at the Y.

- (GUITAR PLAYING)
- Oh!

Sounds like Melanie
is with Mrs. McCormick.

♪ (MELANIE SINGS AMAZING GRACE) ♪

Doesn't she have a marvelous voice?

Oh, yeah.

Traveled the world singing lead
for Up with People.

- Wow.
- Brain tumor.

Mrs. McCormick has been comatose
for weeks

but the music seems to soothe her.

- How can you tell?
- She doesn't moan so much.

Oh, Father,
thanks for coming so quickly.

Mr. Jobar, end of the hall.

Please hurry.
He doesn't have much time.

The hospital said you take people
with limited means.

Oh, yes, we work with Medicare,
Medicaid, the indigent.

Oh, that's great.
Isn't that great, Dad? Dad?

Dad? Where are you going?

I can't be in that house of horrors!

- Oh, Dad, please!
- Merchants of death.

She might as well be wearing
a black cloak and carrying a scythe.

That's silly! They seem nice.

They murder people in their sleep,

cash their Medicaid checks
for years.

Dad, come on!
You're being ridiculous!

I can't be in that place!
I can't... I can't!

- Ok?
- Ok.

I can't! I just want to go home.

Ok, ok, ok.
I'll take you home.

Liam is in the hospital,
he almost died

and Fiona is in jail.

(SOBBING)

Frank! Frank, you in there?

Are you sure we got the right one?

Yeah, Carl said she was in this one.
Frank!

Shit.
How about the Alibi?

He hasn't been around
since he stopped drinking.

Ok, so parks, under bridges,
alleys, the missions, the morgue.

Look, Lip, it wasn't Fiona's fault.

We were all there.
Nobody saw Liam.

You know that, right?

How you holding up?

(INHALES, EXHALES DEEPLY)

Ok.

You don't look good.
You look strung out.

They got a rehab program in here.
Methadone, whatever.

I'm not a drug addict.

- No?
- No.

- Cocaine?
- That's not a regular thing.

- Yesterday was my birthday.
- Happy birthday.

I got a copy of the police report.

You told the paramedics
it was your coke?

Can you call the hospital, please,

and find out
how my brother is doing?

Liam. Liam Gallagher.

I already did
before coming over here.

They said he's doing better.

- Sorry.
- It's ok.

- Sorry.
- It's ok. You're all right.

You prepared to tell the cops
who sold you the coke?

What?

If you give them a name,

sentencing conference
will go much easier.

What does that mean?

The DA's office is not
gonna wanna bring this to trial

if they don't have to.

They'll be much more open
to negotiating probation

if you cooperate.

Gives us a little bargaining chip
to work with.

Where did you get the cocaine from?

If you bought it on a street corner,
don't just make up a guy.

They will burn you
for wasting their time.

I didn't buy it on a street corner.

Ok, so are you willing
to provide them with a name?

- Can't do that.
- Are you sure?

Yes.

Time to hit the concrete trail.

Oh, wait! Hold on,
I've got snacks for the road

in case you get hungry.

Roger, that's for you.

And, Stinking Wind, that's for you.
And One-Eyed Snake.

Denise. And Runs With Poo.

And, of course, Sarah.

That one has something special
in it.

Very kind of you.
What do you say, kids?

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Don't worry. It's peanut butter
and banana sandwiches

and Cheetos and some Snickers bars.

- Ok, then, here we go.
- Ok, goodbye! Goodbye!

- Bye! Goodbye! Goodbye!
- Bye.

Hey, do you know how to do
an Eskimo kiss? Like this.

And do you know how to do
a butterfly kiss? Like that.

See you in a couple weeks, wildcat.

Oh.

(SIGHS) Ok, don't forget
to buckle your seat belts.

Don't take any wooden nickels.

- Hey, baby.
- Hey, babe. Any luck?

- No. Frank never showed up here?
- Nope.

- Where's Lip?
- Had me drop him off.

He's gonna meet us
at the house later.

What's all this?

I was trying to figure where we were
cash and asset-wise.

I was hoping we could
scrape together ten grand

to get Fiona out.

- And?
- Not even close.

I called Ronnie over at the bank

to see if we could borrow
against the bar

and she said it will take weeks.

Maybe we could sell the truck.

Yeah, I checked the blue book.
It's only worth four grand.

- What? I paid 15.
- Yeah, eight years ago.

Then it should be a classic.
Christ, I am tired of being poor.

Goddamn it! Fucking candy-assed
motherfucking pussies!

Get these goddamn cuffs off
and I'll kick your fucking ass!

You and your goddamn
faggoty boyfriend!

Pecker-neck bastards!
You rotten motherfuckers!

Pig-ass pieces of shit!
Goddamn you!

(POLICE CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(SIREN WAILS)

What, did he stab somebody again?

Broke parole,
failed another piss test.

Oh, shit, why do they even bother
letting him out?

He's gotta be 50 or 60 swings
past three strikes, right?

It's overcrowding, I guess.

You just passing by?

Liam is in the hospital.

Fiona left her coke out.
He almost died.

- Shit. Is he ok?
- I don't know.

The doctors say maybe, so...

Fiona must be a wreck.

They arrested her.
Possession and child endangerment.

- Fuck.
- Yeah.

Ian is back. You knew that, right?

Think you could find him
and tell him what happened?

Sure.

Yo, Mandy.

- I gotta go.
- Yeah.

Mandy. Thank you.

(MUSIC ON TV)

Is Frank here?

Is your mom here?
Is anybody else?

Just got him to sleep.

Took four Oxys, two Valium.
Lots of pain.

- Lip is out looking for you.
- Shh. Quiet.

Four Oxys and two Vs?

Better check
if he's still breathing.

Did the sweat lodge help?

Death trap. Almost killed him.
Spent the night in the ER.

Someone has to tear that thing down

before it can try
to claim another life.

Dad almost died?

I don't know what that crazy Indian
thought he was doing

building that thing, but it almost
took our father from us.

I need a shower.

Be a dear, see if Chuckie
is still hungry.

I bought him some McDonald's,

but if he wants more,
he can eat my Big Mac.

It's on the kitchen counter.

LIP: Carl? Yo, Carl!

Shit.

Hey, I thought you were supposed
to be at the hospital.

The nurses told me to go home.

Frank is upstairs,
knocked out on Oxy.

Who's on the sofa watching porn?

- Nephew.
- What?

Nurses said
Liam was resting comfortably.

No, the nephew.

Oh, Frank says he is

but he could just be lying
to get a liver.

We also got a new sister upstairs.
She's in the shower.

Jesus.

Hey, buddy, why didn't you call me
before you left the hospital?

No phone. Fiona confiscated it
when I got busted

for stealing Slim Jims
from the Koreans.

Ok.

- You got the money?
- For what?

- Get Fiona out of jail.
- No.

So, we're just
gonna leave her there?

No choice.

Why is the world so fucked up?

I don't know.

Everybody's family this fucked up?

Well, not everybody's
but a lot of them, yeah.

Course, we're that extra-special
Gallagher kind of fucked up.

So I'm gonna go back
to the hospital.

School, tomorrow, ok?
That means Debbie too.

She's not here.

- Wait, Debbie didn't come home?
- No.

Hey, don't let Frank
out of your sight, all right?

We need him
to get Liam out of the hospital.

Fuck, why isn't she picking up?
Damn it, where the hell is she?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

(BUZZER)

♪ (MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(SOBS QUIETLY)

- Hey.
- Hey, man.

- Thanks for bringing this stuff.
- Yeah, man, no problem.

- How's your brother?
- He's better. Yeah, he's good.

They think he can come home
tomorrow, so...

- Good, man. That's good.
- Yeah.

- I brought you some ramen too.
- Great.

I'm out of Cajun chicken,
so I brought you smoked ham.

- Thanks. Really, man.
- Yeah.

I should get going.
Amanda is double-parked out front

and she gets kind of postal
if you leave her alone too long.

Right, yeah.

But Moss handed back
our Kant essays.

I picked yours up for you
and stuck it in there.

- Cool. Thank you, man.
- Yeah.

(BUZZER)

(BUZZER)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Gallagher. You made bail.

(ELECTRIC GATE OPENS)

- Hi.
- Hey.

- You bailed me out?
- Carl called me.

My brother Carl?

Said he didn't know
any other rich people.

Probably doesn't.

Thank you.

- You all right?
- Been better.

You're gonna show up
to the trial, though, right?

- Yes.
- Good.

I kind of like my condo.
I'm hoping to keep it for a while.

No worries.

Get in. I'll give you a ride home.

And I'll pay you back whatever
they charge you for the bond.

Just let me know how much.

Yeah, just mail me the check,
ok?

I don't really wanna see you again.

(STARTS ENGINE)

♪ (UP-TEMPO MUSIC) ♪

I'm just gonna keep my bag with me.

I'm going to the Menominee
Reservation, please.

You know,
the Golden Tomahawk Casino?

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

- Hey. Good morning.
- Hi.

Your phone has been just going nuts.

You got a call from some lady
named Sheila.

She sounded a bit loopy.

But she wants to pay you to water
her plants while she's gone.

Okay, yeah. She's very nice.

And Lip called six times.
I didn't answer.

But he then sent a text that said,

"Liam is getting out of hospital.
Please come."

- Is he gonna be ok?
- Too many downers.

- Still no Liam?
- Not yet, honey.

- Where were you last night?
- Matt's.

Who's Matt?

You're Matt? The Matt?
How fucking old are you?

- Who's this?
- Our new big sister and nephew.

- Debbie. Hi.
- Mr. Gallagher?

Liam!

Oh, my gosh,
I missed you so much.

- Liam is black?
- Such a good boy.

Hi, baby.
- There you go.

- How are you doing?
- Look at you.

- You're such a big boy now.
- Good boy.

- That's the father?
- I'm afraid so.

This family's home visit needs
to get scheduled soon. Very soon.

♪ (LOW-TEMPO SONG PLAYS) ♪

Hello?

Anybody home?

Carl? Debbie?

Anybody?

(English US - SDH)