Shameless (2011–…): Season 7, Episode 8 - You Sold Me the Laundromat, Remember? - full transcript

See what happens when you miss a show?

Jesus, what were you doing last week

that was so much more important

than making sure I can feed my baby?

Who is going first?

- Flip for it.
- Heads or tails?

Heads. Of course.

Right.

- Fuck me.
- Okay.

Check it out! Sister wives.

We gonna ride around in this?

Whoo!

The provost granted your appeal request.

I didn't make an appeal request.

You're too stubborn to
admit your mistakes,

so I did it for you.

You're gonna go sleep at Daddy's.

He's gonna take you to
school in the morning.

Charlie left Lucas with his
next door neighbor an hour ago.

I knew he was lying, but I
wanted to play nicey-nice

so that he'd give me the
child support he owes me.

- Svetlana and her dad.
- That's crazy.

Yvon is husband, not father.

I got rid of him.

- What's going on?
- DCFS is coming

to make sure Debbie can keep Franny.

Do you feel
good about yourselves

going to this all-white private school

while leaving my little brown
boy Liam out in the cold?

What would you say if I offered Liam
a place here at Hopkins Academy?

I'd say I'm about 20K short
of the 20K this place costs.

We'd be picking up the
cost of his education.

Etta, this is the check that I gave you

to buy the laundromat. I'm an owner.

Right there.

Neil? Neil?

I have to go see Derek's sister,

the one who called Child
Protective Services on me.

But you said you wanted
to shit down her throat.

Well, I do, but my love for my daughter

is greater than my hate for Tanya.

I have to show her how
well I'm really doing,

get her on my side.

And I really need to get a job.

Okay.

God, could they be any louder?
They're gonna wake up Franny.

They're almost done.

How do you know?

Sierra's voice is getting higher.

They're done.

Unless they start again.

Fuck.

Jesus.

Mind... blown.

Hey.

Yeah?

You gonna go?

Why, you want me to go?

No.

Good.

No sleeping in here!

Th-this ain't a homeless shelter!

- Etta, stop, stop.
- Out!

- Hey!
- Out!

Hey, it's me, it's Fiona.

- Out! Out!
- Stop. Stop.

You sold me the laundromat, remember?

I bought it from you.
I paid you 80 grand.

Remember?

Well, you made an awful mess.

Yeah, I know,

but there's... there's
mold under the floor tiles

and the ceiling tiles are rotting,

so it's a necessary mess.

Well, I-I can't sleep.

I used to be able to sleep all night.

Then I hit menopause.

Want me to walk you

across the street to Patsy's?

Get a piece of pie?

Have they got cherry?

Usually, yeah.

- Okay.
- Come on.

- That's you.
- Okay.

My sister from another mister.

Don't take this wrong,
but you look like hell.

What's the right way to take that?

When's the last time you slept?

Do you want me to try to
round you up some Adderall?

There's some speed
queens at table eight.

No. Just gonna take this whole pot

across the street.

Get Etta a cup of
coffee and some cherry pie,

and don't charge her.

Done and done.

I love this.

Love what?

Playing house.

You told me about your
big, chaotic family,

but this is more like a
romantic breakfast for two.

I know, it's kind of weird
around here lately,

especially with Carl being gone.

Kind of miss the chaos.
And the weaponry.

- Hey, bud.
- Hey.

Lookin' sharp, man. Look at that.

Yeah?

Hey, hey, smells good in here.

Aw, come on.

- Jesus, come on!
- No!

- It's cold out there!
- Get out.

I got Liam into private school.
That doesn't buy me breakfast?

Do you mind if I take this one?

- Be my guest.
- Okay.

- Would you...
- You were stealing

from homeless people, Frank.

You were pretending to be their
father and their guardian

and then you turned
them into slave labor

for your own personal indulgence.

Okay.

You're lucky you're still alive,

- because no one would have...
- No.

Blamed them for beating you to
death and burying the body.

So no, you don't get breakfast.

- Okay, I missed...
- Okay,

let go of the door before
I hurt you, Frank.

I... stop.

I was their fake father.

I'm your real father and I'm not gonna

let go of the door until
you let go of the door.

- Get the pepper spray.
- Really?

Come... would you... Come on.

You've been warned, Frank.

I'm gonna count to three. One...

Hey, Liam, would you get me a blanket?

- Two...
- Get me a blanket.

- Yeah.
- And some of that bacon.

Get me... fuck!
What happened to three?

You said, "I'm
gonna count to three"!

Shit!

Gallagher house.

As advertised.

Hey.

Is everything okay, Debs?

Fine,

just didn't get a lot
of sleep last night.

Worried about the DCFS?

Yeah, that and there were
a lot of loud noises

coming from Sierra's bedroom
till about three in the morning.

I didn't hear it.

Were you guys playing
a game or something?

No, they were having ver...

Debs, you know, it takes
a more than a fight

with a homeless lady for the state

to take your kid away.

Sierra, I moved the spices
into the drawer by the stove

and the tools back where
you had the spices.

Why?

'Cause it made no sense
the way you had it.

God, she's like a dog
pissing on her territory.

Dogs are more subtle.

I already started looking
for a new place to live.

Yeah. Coming to work?

I'm gonna take Lucas to school first.

All right. Bye.

Bye.

- Sierra? Sierra?
- Shit.

I'm sorry. Let me see Lucas.
I can explain what happened.

No.

Sierra, I swear to God, we
went to go get pizza...

- I-I don't care.
- And the asshole

behind the counter is this
dude I used to run with...

I don't care. Charlie...

The guy owes me, like,
three large, so...

Charlie, I don't fucking care.

I just want to see Lucas.

Hey, man, she's been
pretty clear, all right?

The answer's no.

Stay out of this, Lip.

Sierra...

Pepper spray is an excellent reminder

for never fighting with
a cocksucking redhead.

Wow, he really takes shitty parenting

to new heights?

Come on, Liam.

We gotta get you to your fancy school.

I'll take him.

No, you won't.

Fiona says I can take him.

Fiona's not in charge anymore.

Since when?

Since she bought that laundromat.

She bought a laundromat?

I'm in charge and I say
no. Come on, Liam.

I'm the only reason he got
in in the first place.

I'm a classroom volunt...
Oka... take him if you want to,

fine, but I'm coming with you.

Straight to school, and if I find out

you've been begging
with him, it's gonna be

a lot worse than fuckin' pepper spray.

You're still closed?

You know we're losing business.

Hey, brought you some day
old in case you're hungry.

Thank you. How'd your shift go?

Poppin' all night. Pocketed $120.

Less fun without you there though.

Hey, any chance you want to stay

and help me out for a few
hours with this floor?

I gotta get this place up and running.

I'm pretty wiped.

What are you paying?

Never mind,
just go get some rest.

Cool.

Where you want this?

You got the wrong place.

Etta Teasdale? Wendell's Wash 'n Dry?

My new TV!

Etta, you don't even
have a wall upstairs

big enough for that thing.

Then it can stay down here.

Ain't it a beaut?

- Just need you to sign.
- Okay.

You sure that's how you
want to spend your money?

Well, who am I leaving it to?

Got no kids.

What I do have is a bank
account full of cash

and a new 65-inch TV!

I'm gonna make some popcorn.

Where you want it?

Just... just take it
in the back, I guess.

Van's gone! Tittie van, stolen.

What?

I parked it out on the
street last night,

now it's not there.

Who in the world would
want to steal that van?

People who like boobs,
people who like ice cream,

people who like driving.

- It was insured.
- No, it wasn't.

It was, and I already report stolen.

I don't understand what
that wink's about.

V can tell me later.

I made us good insurance money.

You should've talked to him first.

He doesn't want to talk to me.

He'll come around.

You just need to give him some time.

I made us good money. He is mad now,

but come Christmas when we spoil babies,

he will thank me.

Is it true what Ian said?

Fiona bought a business,
gave up the supermom gig?

Without Fiona this family's adrift.

You need a rudder.

Just have to prove my worth.

Hey, what needs doing around the house?

The upstairs toilet ever get fixed?

No.

You ever figure out that
smell in your room?

No.

Hi, Tanya. I'm here to thank you.

What?

I was going down the wrong path,

and your call to DCFS really woke me up.

And I thought you'd like to
meet your niece, Franny.

My God.

Mamacita!

Aw, she looks just like Derek.

Will you come in? Let
her meet her abuela?

Her what?

Her... her grandmother.

Okay. Sure, thank you.

Jesus.

F...

Fuck, man!

Sorry.

Shit.

Yo.

"Yo"?

That your way of committing
to a life in the ghetto

in one syllable or less?

What's up, Professor?

What's up is I need an answer.

Am I cancelling my office hours

so I can testify on your behalf or not?

What are you talking about?

Your appeal hearing.

I thought told you to cancel that.

And I didn't listen.

Why not?

'Cause you're stubborn as hell
but generally not stupid,

so I thought you might come around.

And because the 20 Gs
you owe me for rehab

aren't likely to get paid back
on a dishwasher's salary.

Fine, fuck you. I'll go.

Is "fuck you" the new thank you?

Yup.

Then fuck you too.

I'll see you at noon at
the Provost's office.

And maybe bring a witness to
vouch for your character.

With that mouth, you're gonna need it.

Your professor?

We at the eavesdropping stage
of our casual relationship?

Apparently we are.

You going to that college hearing thing?

Yeah.

Good.

Why good?

'Cause I think brains are sexy in a man.

Hey, are we

at that "kissing in public" stage

of our casual relationship?

We smell so bad.

Order's up.

Get back to work.

She stole it.

She stole it!

My tittie van, Svetlana stole it!

She didn't steal it, she had it stolen

and she banked the insurance money.

- Aha!
- For us!

For us! For us! Who's "us"?

Does "us" include her other husband,

who she said was her father?

Or is he dead and buried under the L?

Or do you not care about any of this?

I do care, but...

I'm married to her. She
adopted our children.

It's a little more
complicated than that.

Well, your marriage wasn't legal

so maybe the adoption wasn't either.

Look, it was fun while it lasted,

but it stopped being fun
right around the time

she started fucking her fake father

with the scary tattoos in our bed.

I just don't think we should
make any big decisions

from an emotional place.

I am not emotional.

You're just, like, totally cool

with the whole Yvon thing?
You don't feel betrayed?

No, I'm not over it. I feel
betrayed and angry too,

Kev, but I'm considering other factors.

Like what?

Like... how much better
our lives are with Lana.

We have more money. We have time alone

away from the kids. Our sex
life is off the chain.

Our sex life was
always off the chain.

Who's that?

Lana rented the apartment upstairs

to her aunt from Russia.

Is it really her aunt?
Or are we gonna find her

fucking her in our bed a week from now?

I'm pretty sure that's not gon' happen.

She's trying to make it up to us.

The van, the aunt.

Whether they're actually related,

that old woman is paying
good money in rent.

So she's trying to buy our love?

She's trying to buy your love.
I'm still in love with her.

I can't help it.

Are you siding with her over me?

No. Baby, no.

I'm siding with us.

I just want it to go
back to how good it was.

Please, babe, just go
home and talk to her.

Tell her how you feel, she'll
tell you how she feels.

Jesus, what happened?

Place needed a little work.

Are you trying to do it all by yourself?

Outta money, so yeah.

I'm biting my tongue pretty hard here.

I appreciate that. What do you need?

There's this thing I have to go to.

What thing?

Is it all right if I,

switch my dishwashing shift
with Julio's night shift?

No problem.

Great.

See, see how I did that?

You know, how I asked your permission

before trading shifts?

Yeah.

You might wanna borrow
a page from that book

next time you're thinking about
making any large purchases.

Ask your permission?

No, ask my fucking opinion.

Hey, you order a hot tub?

No, I did not order a hot tub.

- It says "Etta"...
- Yeah,

she's got dementia, okay?

Sorry.

Can you just... can you
please just take it back?

You her daughter?

No, but I'm looking after her,

or trying to anyway.

Look, I-I could say
you refused delivery,

but if you want a refund,
you're gonna need

to cancel the order on her credit card.

Okay, thank you... very much.

Sign here.

Might want to take her
credit cards away.

Home.

Fuck!

God.

What the fuck?

Abuela.

She's so beautiful.

Yes, you are, Mama. You are
so beautiful, Francis.

So how's Derek?

He's doing well.

All right, Mama.

He said he wants to meet Franny.

He does? Is he coming home?

No, not anytime soon.

But he has been asking after her.

Yes.

Maybe we could take a
picture... to send him?

Sure.

Great idea.

Here we go.

- Okay, I think I got it.
- Okay.

- That's good.
- Aw!

You should send me those.

Yo.

What's up? Everything all right?

Yeah. No, everything's cool,

I just, um...

You... you busy?

I-I got this thing I gotta go to.

What thing?

A disciplinary hearing.

What'd you do now?

Well, it's nothing new. It's...

It's kind of like an appeal thing.

Remember my old professor, he...

He called my college, you
know, and asked them

to reconsider my getting expelled.

What does that mean? Like...

Like, they might take you back?

Yeah, I mean, you know, maybe.

But Youens says I need a
character witness, so.

Character witness?

What would I have to say?

Fuck if I know. Tell
'em that I've changed,

you know, tell 'em that I'm a
upstanding member of society.

You want me to lie for you?

Kidding. When?

It's at noon.

All right, well, text me the address.

I'll make some calls, see
if I can get someone

to cover my shift.

The cobbler's children
always go barefoot.

What the hell is all this?

This is new revenue
stream... Fake passports.

Very reliable and less
work than tittie van.

I like driving the tittie van.

You will like it less in winter.
Your windows don't close.

All right, so let me get this straight.

You... you... you steal
my van, which I love,

which I've owned way before I met you,

and you sell it and you spend
my money on all of this?

It's better profit.

It wasn't yours to sell!

Stop plotting against me in Russian.

Big Papa, you must trust me.

I show you, come on.

You been shopping?

Damn straight.

Triple ply toilet paper. I
didn't even wait for a sale.

You know, I'm sure it's fun
having some disposable income,

but you gotta stop...

buying stuff you don't
even have room for.

You're not the boss of me.

I know.

You gotta go online and you gotta cancel

that hot tub that I sent back today,

otherwise they're gonna
charge you for it.

I didn't even wait online.

I ordered it all through QVC.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna go see how
the other half lives.

Daddy Frank, you
are a serious badass

and an essential member of this family.

Well, shit.

Gemma said "egg" this morning.

She said "omelet" to me last week.

She also said "horsey" and "twat,"

but I think she was
trying to say, "trot."

What?

You love V. I love V.

We don't need love, me and you.

We need like and desire.

I still like you, even though
you are douche bag when angry,

and I still desire you.

Do you still desire me?

You got great tits.

Spasibo.

You stop being douche bag, you could put

your face between them like before.

Stop stealing my shit and
I'll stop being a douche bag.

I get insurance, I report stolen.

I collect insurance, I hide van.

You wait two weeks, you can paint,

you make ice cream again.

Okay.

And Neil's a really great guy.

He has a big apartment which
is totally baby-proof.

Would you guys like to
come over and see it?

No, I don't think
that'll be necessary.

That way if DCFS calls,
you can say you saw

where Franny's living and that
she's in really good hands.

Look, it's good that
you're trying, Debbie,

but I saw you punch a homeless lady.

That was an accident.

You accidentally punched
a homeless lady?

No, I accidentally lost my temper.

Does that happen a lot?

No, never. No.

Please, you're her "abayla."

Abuela.

Exactly.

Come on. Please?

Just come see where we live.

Come see how happy we are.

Professor Youens, I have

your letter requesting
this appeal hearing.

Do you have anything to add?

Only that... while
I'm the supposed victim

of Mr. Gallagher's violent outburst,

I'm also his most passionate advocate.

He earned his scholarship

with the odds stacked against him,

and he fought hard to keep it

through the sort of culture shock

you and I can't even really imagine.

He's got the kind of mind
we don't see every day

or even every decade,

The kind of kid we always
talk about wanting to educate

but seldom do.

And it would be a terrible
shame to let all that talent

and intelligence go to
waste over one incident.

In fairness, it wasn't one incident.

Mr. Gallagher sat before
this panel once before.

Yes, but in that instance,
he was the victim,

not the perpetrator.

He was used and discarded by a professor

more than twice his age

who is now in treatment
for a sex addiction.

It was Dr. Runyon's behavior
that, in my estimation,

led to Mr. Gallagher's
later transgressions.

With all due respect, Professor,
one doesn't excuse the other.

I'm sorry, who are you?

Lindsey Chen, student representative.

And in this world of open
carry and daily lockdowns,

I have to go on record saying

that I don't feel safe
with you on this campus.

I'd also like to state for the record

that since his expulsion,
Mr. Gallagher completed

30 days of in-patient rehab

and has his issues with
alcohol well in hand.

Thank you, Professor Youens.

Mr. Gallagher, can I assume that
this is a character witness?

Yeah, it's my... My brother Ian.

Would you
like to make a statement?

Lip once walked about eight miles

trying to find a G.I.
Joe I left on a train.

I was six. It was my favorite toy.

My parents, they gave me
shit about losing it,

they said that they weren't
gonna be able to find it,

that it was lost, but Lip...

somehow got ahold of a map of the L,

he got on the phone, he
started making calls,

and he found out where the
train would be and when.

Like, where it would be
parked for the night.

My parents wouldn't give him
cash to take the train,

so he took off on foot.

He walked eighty city
blocks down to Midway,

talked the conductor guy
into searching the trains...

found my toy, walked eighty blocks back.

He did all that by himself,

he figured that all out
at seven years old.

I didn't even know what a map was.

Lip is not supposed to
be stuck in the ghetto.

What the hell are you doing?

Pulling up tile.

With a spatula?

Don't ask.

How are you, Kev?

Went over to Patsy's
Pie, they sent me here.

Since when do you work
at the laundromat?

I don't work here.

I own the place.

No shit? That is so cool.

I thought so too.

Does V know you're here?

No, and she'll be pissed.

Look, you know us best, and...

I need your advice, so how 'bout this?

I'll help you out in here, if
you'll help me out in here.

You're on.

I run the homeless shelter.

Maybe you saw me on the news.

Anyway, the washing
machine is a hindrance

to the safety of my community.

It was nice of some good
Samaritan to donate it,

but it's not safe in a
house with young kids

and very little sober supervision.

You know, the kids see
that round and round,

they think it's a ride.

There's a real danger of suffocation.

So, in through that door there,

all the way in the back by the kitchen.

Unplug the washing machine and
deliver it to this address.

A neighbor's agreed to
take it off our hands.

Mr. Gallagher, if you would like to say

anything on your own
behalf, now is the time.

My father, he has
kind of a brilliant mind.

You know, and that's...

That's a pretty hard
thing for me to admit,

because he's such a
waste of space and all,

but... you know, it's true.

He could have been a college graduate,

but instead, he dropped out,

he fucked up his kids,

and he drinks, and does drugs.

That's his whole life.

I want to be around people
like Professor Youens.

And Professor Runyon, even though she...

It's minds like theirs...

um...

you know, these minds
that... That are brilliant,

you know, and they aren't wasted.

I, I don't have any big ideas

about what I want to do with my life,

but this morning I was washing dishes

at the diner where I work,

and Professor Youens called
me, and I thought...

"I miss that."

You know, I don't miss
the kids who grew up

so privileged they didn't
even know what they had.

But I miss being around people

with minds like Professor Youens',

you know, and I think

if I could get a couple
more years of that,

I'd have a real good shot at...

making some better choices
than my father made.

I don't blame anybody
else for what I did,

and I do regret it.

But if you guys would have me back,

I-I promise, you know, I'll...

I'll do better.

Thank you.

And we don't even know
if he's alive or dead.

Or Russian.

Or even related to her.
We don't know anything.

We can't trust anything.

And the craziest part of it all

is that V doesn't even seem to care.

It's like she's pussy-whipped.

I feel like V...

might be in love with her more than me.

If you could talk now,
that would be awesome.

It's hard to know what to say.

Why, 'cause it's all so messed up?

No, because I know that you're...

You're practically married to Svetlana,

so I don't want to say anything
now that I can't take back later

if you're just gonna
go home and make up.

Because that makes me the
asshole, like, forever.

I need you to tell me the truth.
That's what I'm here for.

Okay.

I never trusted Svetlana,
not for a single minute,

not since the day that I met her,

because I was raised by a con artist,

so I know one when I see one.

And when V married her to
keep her in the country,

I understood because she was providing

childcare and help with the bar,

and I thought it's about convenience.

But then it got really weird.

And then the next thing I know,
my best friend is married to

and in love with a Russian
hand whore con artist

who's turned her against
me, so it's too late

for me to say anything about it,

which is maybe the biggest
mistake of my life,

because I miss her every fucking day.

Delivery for Etta Teasdale.

What is it?

Floor tiles and ceiling tiles.

Yes, I am Etta Teasdale.

Long story.

Jesus, wh-what do you think
they're doing in there?

Discussing the merits of the case.

Or they went to lunch to make you sweat.

Also a possibility.

I'm supposed to pick up
Liam from school today.

I have a class.

Want me to see if Debs can do it?

No. No, no, no, I'm...

I'm fine, you know. Good
either way, for real.

Well, I should go.

Thanks for showing up.

Thank you for...

Thank you.

Good job.

Later.

New school won't let Liam
leave without a grown-up,

but I can go late.

No. No, you know, we gotta be

better than Monica and Frank, right?

Go. Go.

All right.

Hey, let me know what happens.

Yeah.

Hey, thank you.

All right.

As you can see, all the
outlets have been covered,

the strings to the
blinds have been tied up

and out of reach,

and the shelves have been
secured to the walls.

And this is Neil.

Neil, this is Celia and Tanya,

Franny's aunt and grandmother
on her father's side.

Her father was a deadbeat
who ran out on Franny

before she was born.

Neil doesn't have
an editing mechanism,

so he just tells the truth.

What do you mean, he doesn't have...

He has a brain injury.

But he's really great with the baby.

I think kids really respond well

to that level of honesty, you know?

She's so beautiful, Debbie.

Thank you for letting me meet her.

Of course.

You guys can come back
and visit anytime.

Hi, baby.

And if DCFS calls, I could
really use your support.

Yeah.

Nice work, fellas.

Hey!

Son of a bitch.

What the hell, Frank?

Fixed the toilet, cleaned the house,

got you a new washing machine.

I think the proper
verbiage is "Thanks, Dad."

Fuck you, Frank. Get out!

Maybe you want to bring
your boy toy over

for some afternoon delight?

I'm happy to distract young Liam there

from the double boy-grunts.

Get out!

Calm down. I have a few
repairs to do on the house.

Now that Fiona has dropped the ball...

Okay.

Someone's got to pick it up,
and that someone is me.

Wait.

My... my clothes are in the wash.

You have to the count of three,
dressed or not, Frank. One!

Let's take a vote.

Everyone in favor of having an
actual parent in the house?

- All right.
- Two.

You never say three!

Frank!

What the hell did you do
with our washing machine?

You mean my washing machine
that you stole from me

when you kicked me out of the house

that I secured for all us?

The house...

You didn't get an inspection?

I didn't know that I needed one.

I don't know, I-it seemed like
it would be easy, you know?

A half a dozen washing
machines, nice cash flow.

I-I thought that I was
seizing an opportunity,

and that if I waited, I'd miss out.

Now I feel like a fucking idiot.

You Etta?

Jesus, what'd she order now?

Whole lot of cat food.

What is this, an animal
shelter or something?

No, just... just stack it in the back.

Whoa, what happened in here?

Doing repairs. What's up?

Have you seen my credit card?

QVC's running a sale on wine racks.

I've always wanted a wine rack.

No, Etta, I have not seen it.

I need a job, and I wasted the whole day

trying to make nice with Derek's family,

and now I have to go grocery shopping

and cook dinner for Neil.

You know, I swear that that
card was in this wallet.

You don't suppose someone
stole it, do you?

Well, maybe you left it

at one of the places you were shopping?

If you want I can help
you call and cancel it.

If I tell DCFS that I work
here and they check it,

can you confirm it with them?

I can actually do better. I
can offer you actual work.

I can pay you ten bucks an hour

if you help me install
this new floor tile.

Now?

Yup.

Did you not just hear me
say I have to grocery shop

and cook dinner?

God, you literally never listen to me.

That goddamn chink down at the market

must've stole my card.

Nice language.

She's got dementia. Cut her a break.

And that's an excuse for racism?

Live through Pearl Harbor
then talk to me about racism.

Fiona, I am in good clothes.

Do you expect me to just ruin them?

The Japanese bombed
Pearl Harbor. I'm Chinese.

You stole my credit card.

Are you seriously accusing me of...

She has fucking dementia!

She's not accusing you of anything!

Fine. Sign.

Gladly.

Can't you just lie for
me this once, Fiona?

- The laundromat is closed!
- I have had a shitty day!

Do you see it open? It's closed!

What would you like me to tell them

that you are doing here?

Well, why is everybody yelling?

Are you really laughing at me?

I think she's just tired, Debs.

Yeah, well, so am I.

You know what?

Fuckin' forget it,
Fiona. Have a great day.

Holy Jesus.

Are you okay?

I can't tell if you're
laughing or crying.

I-I don't know what
we're laughing about.

Whoa!

New look, Frank?

My usual.

Hey, your taint is showing, Frank.

$3.50.

I paid my tab.

And there won't be a new one.

This is not a charity. $3.50 plus tip

if you want me to keep
taking your order.

Wow, what's happening?

No big fight? No dramatic monologue?

Where's the Frank we know and hate?

Shut up.

Hey, listen up, everyone.

I'm offering free drinks for a full week

if you come help me out
right now for a few hours.

- Free drinks for a week.
- Kevin, what's going on?

I'm helping Fiona. The
offer's good, folks,

but you gotta come with me right now.

You're helping Fiona?

We'll talk about it later.

You can't just offer
free drinks for a week

without running it by me first!

You didn't run it by me
when you married Svetlana.

Svetlana didn't run it by me

before she fake-stole my tittie van.

- Where are the kids?
- They're upstairs with my aunt.

You don't even know if she's
related to that lady.

- Go get 'em.
- Kevin...

I mean it!

Okay. I'll go get the kids.

All right, let's go.

Is Professor Youens...

He had a class.

All right.

Mr. Gallagher,

we have carefully weighed your
testimony and the testimony

of the witnesses that you brought.

We admire the efforts that you have made

to get your drinking under control.

And we agree with Professor Youens

that you have a bright future
if you set your mind to it.

Yeah.

But...

under sections 3, 4, 5

of the non-academic bylaws,

we stand by your expulsion
and we will not expunge

the incident from your
official transcript.

Lot of students drink,
many even to excess,

but you can't attack people or property

or interfere with the
educational environment

of you fellow students,
all of which you did.

Hey.

Thought I scared you off.

No. I mean, yeah, you're scary,

but... I brought help.

You came to help?

Looks like you could use it.

Christ, what a shit show.

All right, listen up.
I need three guys

on the ceiling, three
people on the floor,

everybody else is clean-up, okay?

Fiona, you got any masks?

No.

Any other tools?

I got tools in my truck, it's
parked around the corner,

I'll go grab 'em. Everybody,

shovel all this broken tile out,
get it the hell outta here.

I'll be back.

Did you really buy this place?

Yeah.

Smart. Good investment.

Hey.

Hey.

Kev texted me.

Why didn't you say you were in trouble?

I don't know.

Thanks for coming.

We think it's pretty badass you
actually bought this place.

- You do?
- Yeah.

Why, you're nothing but
a great, big coward.

You're right, I am a coward.

Hey. I got pasta for dinner

and a pre-cooked chicken
that smelled good.

And a Jell-O salad 'cause
we're celebrating.

I thought it went really well
with Derek's family, didn't you?

Yeah, they were super nice.

I haven't slept in weeks.

Where's Franny?

The grandma came back and
took her for a walk.

What?

You let Celia take Franny?

Yeah, you said they could visit anytime.

I said sometime, not tonight.

She's not my family, Neil. Jesus!

Sorry, Debbie, just don't slam the door.

Are you seriously
smoking in here?

Your sister will fire you for that shit.

Lip, you taste like the floor of a bar.

Hearing didn't go well?

I never should've gone.

Sierra, order's up.

Hi, guys,

I'm gonna be out with yours
in just a moment, okay?

Hey. Hey. I brought money.

Now can I see him?

He's not here.

I need to see him.

I need to explain to him what happened

or he's gonna hate me forever, Sierra.

He's not gonna
hate you forever, Charlie.

Sierra, please, fuck, come
on. Give me another chance.

- Let me see Lucas.
- No!

Sierra, you can't
keep me from my kid.

Give me another chance.
Don't keep me from my son.

One second, sir, I'll be right there.

- Come on.
- She just told you

to go away, asshole!

Lip!

Hey, hey, look, man,

this is none of your
business, all right?

What? She told you to leave her alone!

Lip! Lip!

Lip, stop! Jesus... Jesus
Christ, Lip, stop!

Get off of me, man!

What are you doing?

Fucking stop!

Stop!

Lip, please! Stop!

- Stop it!
- No! Hey!

Easy. Hey. Calm down.

- No!
- Hey!

God damn it.

Come on.

What the fuck?

All right, okay. It's over.

Let's go! Let's go!

- It's over.
- I didn't hit him.

What the fuck just happened?

I don't even know.

I'm sorry.

Look at me. Lip. Hey.

- You got this?
- Yeah.

You're drunk.

Are you gonna give me shit now?

If they didn't take you back,

you don't fucking need 'em, all right?

You don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.

Celia! Tanya!

It's Debbie.

It's almost Franny's bedtime, so...

Hi.

We're gonna keep her awhile, Debbie.

What? What do you... what?

You may be able to trick DCFS,

but you can't trick us.

You cannot just take my baby.

You were begging on the street

and fighting with a homeless woman.

Now you don't have a job,

and you're marrying a
man with brain damage.

Neil is ten times the man
that Derek ever was.

Because Derek wasn't a man.

He was just a kid,

and you tried to trap him.

- We're keeping Franny.
- Hey!

Celia! Tanya!

Open the goddamn door!

Give me back my baby!

Give me back my daughter!

Hey! Franny! Franny!

Franny, baby, I love
you. Your Mommy's here.

Baby, I'm right here.

I will kill you if you don't
give me back my daughter.

I'll fucking kill you!

You hear me? I'll burn your house down.

You hear me? She needs me!

Hey.

I'm really sorry.

Hey, can I come in?

No.

- Come on...
- No.

That guy, he was fucking with you

all day long, you know?

That guy is the father of my son,

and I've been working so goddamn hard

to have a relationship
with him because I want

Lucas to have a father.

I told you from the beginning
I didn't want any drama.

I'm sorry.

I... I had a...

a really shit day.

I already have one out-of-control addict

in my life.

I don't need two.

Okay.

I don't know how to say thank you.

How 'bout you let me
crash on your couch?

Sure.

Well, hey, um,

would you happen to have a
spare bed for your old pops?

No.

Looks like a
party in here, Wendell.

Show those kids how it's done.

Dead husband.

Does she still have an
apartment upstairs?

No.

Liar.

This is my song.

Remind me, darling, do we
have a double bed upstairs?

Frank.

It's cold out there, Fiona.

You can stay on the floor in the back

if you leave Etta out of it.

Deal.

That's right. Here we go.

- Whoo.
- Again, yes.

Etta, your Wendell is home.