Shameless (2011–…): Season 8, Episode 12 - Sleepwalking - full transcript

God.

You seriously don't remember what
happened last week on Shameless?

Roll the tape.

My God's a faggot.

My God's a dyke, a whore!

If I pass out, keep going.

Do not stop until you cut off all three.

Two left.

But I hope you tire out soon.

Here.

- The fuck is this?
- This is a piece of shit

that you're gonna turn
into notapieceofshit.

I've always wanted to ride a Jet Ski.

Dylan said I could use the yellow one.

What does Dylan's father do that he
has a yacht and a private plane?

Wanna grab breakfast?

Gotta get to the crib. My
niece is getting dropped off.

Freelania, you have everything.

Vera made this for me.

How did you make this all happen?

Jesus.

What do you got in there, a dead body?

I do not believe she's dead yet.

Don't forget dinner at The Grill.

I wanna show off my
beautiful bridetobe.

Yes, I'll marry you!

Fucking hell yes!

What the fuck? You cut
up all my uniforms?

Been okay with me
going back to school now

- 'cause we're married!
- I will never be okay

with being away from you, bae! Never!

I let you stay in my
apartment and you sue me?

So what's the worst case?

You're gonna be lucky if
they don't put you in jail.

Rusty!

They are going down.

Where are you going?

I'm going to work. Go
back to sleep, all right?

I'm proud of you.

- What?
- This last year...

you're strong.

I didn't know that before.

Thanks.

Can we stay at my place tonight?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure. That'd be good, all right?

I love you.

I love you too.

Get some sleep.

Close the fucking door!

What the hell are you doing?

I gotta run some errands and
she's already downstairs.

I gotta get clothes and a new duffel.

She tore up all my old shit.

When you go down, tell her
I'm in the shower, okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, how long...

Morning!

Hey.

Carl's in the shower.

I'm whipping up waffles.

Um... Liam is asleep
out in the backyard.

Is that normal?

Hey.

Hey, Liam.

Hey, buddy.

I think you were sleepwalking again.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Hey, are those my keys?

I don't know.

What is it with you and keys?

All right, come on.

Let's get you inside.

There you go, Papa Frank.

Thank you, favorite daughterinlaw.

Only daughterinlaw.

Liam. Sit.

Hey, would you save Lucas a waffle?

I gotta go to work

and he and Sierra spent the night.

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

I met your friend Dylan's dad.

You tell him I can go on

the yacht vacation with them tomorrow?

I looked the man up.

He makes nothing. He creates nothing.

He buys businesses, tears them apart,

sells the pieces,

and then discards the
employees like trash.

He's a legal thief.

Here you are, Liam.

Thank you so much.

He wants the companies to fail.

The world's not just, Liam.

No one's gonna take care
of us in our old age.

We have a moral duty to
rip this asshole off.

You know how to take photos with this?

What is keeping Carl?

His bacon's getting cold.

What's with the boot? I
cauterized the stumps.

They were still bleeding,

so I went to the ER.

Waste of money.

Cauterization has been used

since the Egyptians
were building pyramids.

Are those waffles? Yum.

So can I go on the cruise
with Dylan's family or not?

Well... are we partners?

Yeah.

Okay, good.

I'm very proud to be your partner.

And your job, partner,

is to go to the Caribbean
and have a great time.

After you get the code.

- The code?
- To turn off the alarm.

And pics of their valuables

and of the security system.

One more big score, I
can retire in style.

Carl! You motherfucker!

What the hell was that?

Marital bliss.

- So now what?
- Well,

I steal her wedding dress, I
take her place at wedding

and marry rich old man
with saggy diaper.

You don't think he's gonna
notice the difference?

He thought I was her.
He is weak in the head.

What about the wedding guests?

I wear a veil. No one will see.

- Kev.
- What?

- Get her phone.
- You get her phone.

I get it. Hold machete.

She tries anything, you
cut her face, okay?

No way. I'm not slashing her face

if she tries to make a run for it.

"Zlata"?

Shit.

Her mother is coming to the wedding.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

She's gonna know Svetlana
isn't her daughter, right?

You yell one more time,
I will shave your head,

I will cut off your nipples,

and I will sell you
to the Mexican cartel

for big fun, okay?

When is Zlata coming?

Today.

I am supposed to pick her up at airport.

And I need to pee.

Get a bowl.

What?

Use it for her to pee.

Through her pants?

Take the pants off! Get a bowl.

- You know her mother?
- Zlata.

Scary old Soviet.

Survived Stalingrad as a young girl

by eating human flesh.

She was a cannibal?

- Hey, Fiona.
- Hey.

Just back for a shower and
a quick change of clothes.

Jesus.

What happened to your toes?

Frank cut 'em off.

He what?!

It's no big deal. I asked him to.

You get rid of the squatters yet?

No.

Ford and Nessa are
watching the building

while I go to a lawyer thing.

Burn 'em out.

It's the oldest trick

in the slumlord's handbook, arson.

You set a good blaze,
they got two choices,

run out of the building screaming

or burn to death,

and you get to the
collect the insurance.

Has anyone seen my other boot?

I'm not gonna burn my
building down, Frank.

Why not? Being a landlord sucks.

Tenants who won't pay their rent,

toilets clogged with...

massive afterThanksgiving turds...

there it is.

You need to get in touch
with Pyro Paulie.

- Who?
- Paulie Paterniski.

Best firebug on the South Side.

I think he works at the Handy Mart now.

Don't let his looks scare you.

He had a trigger fuse

on a bucket of jet fuel
go sideways on him.

The doctors used skin from his ass

to rebuild his face.

Okay, I'm off to the
city planner's office.

I gotta go too.

I'm going to a birthday
party with Franny

for Derek's greatgreatgrandma
who's turning, like,

200 years old or something.

I was gonna ask you if you
think I should go or not.

- But I think I should.
- Okay.

Don't hog the bathroom, okay?

- I gotta take a shower.
- Okay.

Hey, is Ian around?

I don't know. I just got here.

He's not here. I don't think
he came home last night.

Well, have the police been here yet?

They have a warrant for his arrest.

What the fuck happened?

Things got out of hand.

Is he off his meds?

I have no idea.

Ian, hi. It's Fiona.

- Call me back, okay?
- What the fuck?

You name it yet?

Your bike.

I haven't really thought about it.

Is it a boy or a girl?

He's definitely a dude.

Then... what about... Keith?

Why Keith?

I just like the name Keith.

Can I help?

Sure, yeah.

There's, um... a box of
pegs on Brad's desk.

Thanks.

Hey.

Still nothing from her mom?

Hell no.

I'm so done with her fucking shit.

There's no box on the desk.

All right, I'll go take a look.

Keep an eye on that, all right?

Yo, where's that, box of pegs?

In that pile right there.

All right.

That a yoga mat?

Yeah.

My sponsor thought I might
wanna give it a try.

What?

Supposed to be relaxing.

So, gonna ask me how I am today?

Go on. Ask me how I am today.

Okay.

- How are you today?
- Fanfuckingtastic.

- Yeah?
- I got laid last night.

Cami?

Yeah, asshole, Cami. My fiancée.

How was it?

I don't know, exactly.

I mean, I came so fast

I don't think she enjoyed it much,

but...

I'm back in the bed.

That's, that's great.

Man, congrats. Really.

Yeah. Yeah, it is. Thanks.

Small victories, right?

Yeah, right.

Have a nice day.

Cocaine or cash?

- What?
- The duffel.

Military school uniforms,

field supplies...

Has Kassi been around
here looking for me?

No. Called a couple dozen times, though.

You can't tell her I was here.

Wanna tell me what's going on?

Well, I have to go back to
military school tomorrow.

Kassi doesn't want me to.

Cut up all my old shit
with a carpet knife.

Had to buy new shit

and can't afford to replace it again.

Sounds like true love.

It is. And I love her too.

But I also love my brothers

in 2nd Squad, Bravo
Platoon just as much.

I mean, can't she understand that?

You can love two things at once

if you're not fucking them both, right?

Yeah, make sure no one smokes back here.

You get a spark too close to that,
could take out the whole block.

- Really think this is gonna work?
- No fucking idea.

What if she doesn't drink?

She's Russian. She drinks.

What if she doesn't come with us?

Why wouldn't she come with us?

What if she's hungry?

I mean, what do cannibals
eat other than people?

Do they like pizza? We could
stop and get a pizza.

- There.
- Where?

There. Ms. Zlata?

- I'll take that for you.
- Jesus.

Yep.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's up? You sounded upset.

Have you seen Ian?

No, not for a couple days.

The cops are looking for him.

What? Why?

All this Gay Jesus shit

he's mixed up in...
They set a van on fire.

Look, he hasn't called me back

and no one seems to
know where he is, so...

if you talk to him, tell
him to come right home

and we'll figure something out, okay?

- I gotta go.
- Yeah.

Sorry, it's a... a family thing.

Well. I spoke to the Latham's attorney.

That guy is a real piece of work.

I think your roofer found his
name on the back of a bus bench.

But they are prepared to settle.

Really?

For $3 million.

They offered to remove you from the suit

and pursue litigation solely
with your insurance company

if you're prepared to
make a few concessions.

Like what?

Sign the title of the
building over to them.

You gotta be fuckin' kidding me.

And they want...

"Sparkles." They want Sparkles back.

My dog, Rusty? They want my fucking dog?

They said their kids got very attached

and they're, quote, "crying
themselves to sleep,"

endquote, ever since you stole him.

I stole him?

They stole him from me!

They're motherfuckers!

Tell them to get their own goddamn dog.

There's another option.

You sell the building... now,

before it goes to trial...

And spend the money.

Go to Vegas.

Take a trip around the world.

And then just declare bankruptcy.

Bankruptcy?

Yeah.

It's better than letting them
take everything you own.

Gail, me and you?

No, wait! Guys, wait up!

- Gotta take a leak.
- 'Kay.

What's that panel thing
with all the numbers

next to the front door?

Our security system.

- How does it work?
- When you leave, you punch in the code

and, if anyone tries to break in,

it makes a noise and the police come.

Put in the code and we set
it off, scare Consuela?

Dios mío, qué raqueta!

Nine... seven... eight.

No es gracioso, pequeño!

It's not funny!

Come on, let's go finish the movie,

then go bowling in the basement.

Six, one, nine, seven...

Thanks for coming.

What happened to your foot?

Accident at work. No biggie.

My mom tell you Pepa and
I are getting married?

I'd like you to consider...

letting me share custody of Franny.

I can afford to pay child support

and... I know you could use the money.

Go fuck yourself, Derek.

Okay, everybody's here!

Let's go. Bisabuela's awake.

Let's take the photo. You look
great. That's a cute dress.

Hi, baby!

Let's take a picture. Come on.

Cute dress.

At least think about it?

Okay?

Here we are, Ms. Zlata!

I know you must be thirsty
after your long trip.

Jesus, who's the corpse in
the Phyllis Diller wig?

- Don't get too close.
- She has the taste for human flesh.

How many Valium are we
supposed to give her?

What the hell are you wearing?

How many of them have
you already crushed up?

Four, maybe? Five, I think.

All right, add two for good measure.

What the hell is she doing here?

Svetlana's friend Freelania

is supposed to marry
this super rich old guy,

but Svetlana's gonna marry him instead.

So we're gonna drug the
mother so she doesn't realize

that it's Svetlana marrying
him, not Freelania.

We don't think it's a good
plan but we're gonna go along

and just hope that we don't
get arrested for kidnapping.

I honestly don't understand a
single word you just said.

Here we are.

Vodka.

Vodka.

Old gal can really hold her hooch?

Where have you been?

I went out and got you these.

- Flowers?
- For our anniversary.

No it's not.

- Two months?
- No.

You sure?

We met one month, eighteen days,

six hours and twelve minutes ago.

Well...

I woke up thinking about
you so I got you these.

Wow.

How sweet.

You know, I've got a little
surprise for you too.

Do you love me?

Yes, of course.

- How much?
- A lot.

What the hell?

How stupid do you think I am, Carl?

- Come on, Kassidi.
- The armynavy surplus store?

You followed me?

"Find my Phone," Carl!

I have to go back!

My men in my platoon are counting on me!

No, no!

I'll give you 60 grand for
it, right now, sight unseen.

I have over 80 in it.

Yeah, but I'll take over the mortgage,

and you can pocket that
cash and just walk away.

I was hoping for 90.

- 50.
- 50?

40.

Jesus, I called to see
if you'd be interested

in buying my building, not
to get bent over a fence.

Well, it's a distressed sale.

30.

20.

- 10.
- You know what?

Go fuck yourself.

Good girl.

What?

Sit down.

Come on, sit down.

You don't wanna sell.

The whole neighborhood's on the way up.

You're gonna make a killing
in a couple years.

They're suing me for 6 million.

There's always some lazy
bastard staring up at you

from down in the shit.

So what do I do?

Well, you make them a final offer

that doesn't kill you
and that they think

is a winning lottery ticket.

Like how much?

Five grand. Ten.

Can you excuse me a minute?

- Hey.
- Anything?

No, he hasn't called me back. You?

You seen the clip?

It's already got, like, 30,000 views.

My God is a dyke.

- My God is trans...
- He looks fuckin' nuts.

A junkie... a whore!

What does that say?

"Gay Jesus speaks the truth."

Is he off his meds?

How the hell would I know?

Shit.

I went by the center and
Trevor's had people

out looking for him all day.

I gotta go back to my building.

Kicked out those deadbeats yet?

No, Ford's been watching
my building all day.

- No, no, Charlie!
- How many more times

- can I say I'm sorry?
- Can you...?

- How many times do I have to say no?
- Yo, guys!

I said fucking no, Charlie.

- Joshua is his brother.
- Halfbrother!

What does that matter?

Okay, Lucas wants to meet
him and I said he could.

- You've been talking to Lucas?
- He's my son.

I can call my son any goddamn...

- Fuck you!
- Shit.

You can't call him any time you want,

- because he's fucking...
- Calm the fuck down!

- Yo.
- Calm!

- Asshole!
- You're fucking crazy!

- You're crazy!
- Just stop it! Hey!

Someone's gonna call
the cops, all right?

- Both of you.
- He's my kid too!

- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!

Stop! Stop! Charlie! Go, all right?

Yeah, go back to your whore.

Have her pop out another
fucking baby for you.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Fuck it.

- Hey.
- No.

Kev! Can you come up for a sec?

Hey, Freelania is crazy powerful.

She's using some Jedi mind trick
voodoo shit on me down there.

Holy shit.

- You look...
- Incredible, right?

You need to try on your tux.

I have to wear a tux?

You are giving away the bride.

- I am?
- Yeah, I have no father.

So you do it.

Wow, really? I'm honored.

I also need you there for muscle,
in case things go wrong.

What are we gonna do with
Freelania after the wedding?

I'm selling her to an old friend.

Works freighters out of Minsk.

- And what about her mom?
- She's too old for sailors.

Probably just put rocks in her
pockets and dump her in the lake.

Wow.

Father of the bride.

That's a nice silver service.

Rolex, Cartier, Hublot...

Can we maybe find another house to rob?

What? No.

This is perfect.

They'll be gone. We know the code.

You got the code, right?

Yeah, but Dylan's my friend.

Do we steal from our friends?

No, we don't, and we're not.

Dylan's our friend.

We're not gonna take anything from him.

It's his criminal father that
we're bringing to justice.

But they're taking me on their
vacation and everything.

Just to assuage their
rulingclass guilt.

You're like the old clothes rich
people donate to Goodwill...

Something they don't need,

but they can pat themselves
on the back for anyway.

Hey.

We have the chance to do
the right thing here.

You need to see the bigger picture.

He's a robber baron,

stealing food from the mouths
of workingclass children.

Are you gonna give the stuff we steal

to hungry children?

It's a metaphor.

We can never undo the damage
that Dylan's dads have done.

But we can right the scales
in our own small way

and strike a chord

for belowthepovertyline
folks everywhere.

It's the ethical thing to do.

Take that.

Detective Clark, Chicago
Police Department.

Looking for Ian Gallagher.

- Who?
- Ian Gallagher.

Never heard of him.

You have to eat.

Trevor's here. He wants to talk.

How'd you find me?

Bic.

The cops are looking for you and
they came by the center twice today.

What are you planning to do?

I don't know yet.

Well, they're threatening
to send cops to the center

to round up kids, throw
them into group homes,

send 'em back to their parents.

They want you to give
Blake back to his parents

and for you and Bic to
turn yourselves in.

I'm making a difference here.

I feel good. Alive.

Fiona and Lip are trying to find you.

I'm worried about you.

I think that you might be off your meds.

If they raid the center tomorrow,

it'll be all over the news.

My donors will disappear.
The city will probably yank

my permits and I'll have to shut down.

Would you look at me?

Are you even listening?

Look at me!

These kids believe in you,

but this isn't about you
helping them anymore.

This is about you loving
all of the attention

and the hero worship.

If you care about these kids...
I mean truly care about them...

You'll turn yourself in
before anyone gets hurt.

That's what a real leader
would have the courage to do.

Debbie! Debbie!

Hey, Carl.

Grab your torch and cut me out of here.

Well, I can't. My gear's
in Farhad's truck.

Damn.

Kassidi really don't want you
to go back to school?

Please. There's not much time.

She's in the shower.

Derek's getting married to Pepa.

He wants shared custody of Franny.

There's a hacksaw in the basement.

You could saw them off.

On the plus side, he'd
pay child support.

And he says Marine kids have
really good healthcare.

You only have to cut through one.

I can cut the others!

On the minus side, I wanna stab
him in the head every time

I see him and that skinny
bitch Pepa together.

I think Kassidi put the
keys in her pants pocket.

Try to go in and sneak in there
while she's in the shower.

And then Franny will be
spending time with Pepa!

And what will she call Pepa? "Mommy"?

- "Mother"?
- Deb, will you please...

"Mama"?

Hello, Debbie.

Hey, Kassidi.

Hey, thanks again for the
waffles this morning.

No problem. I'm thinking about
making eggs Benedict tomorrow.

Sounds delicious.

Hey, thanks for listening, Carl.

Really helps sometimes to
be able to talk things out.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Lucas asleep?

A while ago.

I'm sorry.

- About what?
- The Charlie thing.

And the way that asshole gets to pretend

like nothing ever happened.

Fuck. I forgot.

I'm sorry. I'll get rid of these.

- Iit's cool.
- No, it's definitely not cool.

Hey, hey.

It's all right.

Fuck. I'll go brush my teeth.

No...

it's all right, okay? Really.

Okay?

I think I might be a little drunk.

How'd the lawyer meeting go?

I'm thinking of leaving the country.

And where are you thinking of going?

Pretty much anywhere.

Then go to the airport, get on

whatever international
flight's taking off next,

leave it to fate.

You coming with me?

You want me to?

That's not an answer.

Okay, then. Sure.

I don't know what this is.

"This"?

Us.

What do you want it to be?

You really have to stop

answering my questions with a question.

Is that bothering you, is it?

What should I say when I talk
about you to other people?

Tell them whatever you want.

Am I your girlfriend?

Do you want to be my girlfriend?

Are you sleeping with anybody else?

No.

And I'd tell you before that happened.

I'm happy...

with what this is.

And I'm willing to make adjustments

if you let me know what you want.

I want you to be madly in love with me.

I'm not 17 years old.

I don't fall madly in
love with people anymore.

Ever?

I've fallen madly in love.

Didn't work out so well.

Who was she?

Do you really wanna know?

No.

I just can't see myself...
picking up and leaving.

Chicago's my home.

I like it here.

Back to the murder scenarios?

No.

It's time to go Gallagher.

Do you need to use the bedpan again?

No, I'm all right.

I know you want to go
back to that school,

but now we can start our lives together

as newlyweds.

First thing we need to
do is get an apartment.

Nothing too big, you know.

Maybe we'll get lucky

and we'll find something
in the projects.

You know, one of those buildings
where the elevator never works

and...

There's always gangs
out in the stairwell.

We'll have to get an
extra bedroom too...

For the kids. I want six.

Don't you?

We can have three boys and three girls.

And their names will
start with a C and a K

just like us. Like...

Charlie and Kristin...

Karen... Katherine...

Cody, Cole, Cooper...

We can call him little Coop.

We'll shower once a week.

And...

And we can, eat fast
food and get really fat.

We'll be like real people, Carl.

Sixonenineseven...

Looking for Paulie.

In the back.

You Pyro Paulie?

Yes.

Fiona Gallagher.

Geneva.

Wake up.

I know what I have to do now.

And it's big.

Up.

Up! Up! Everyone up!

Come on! I need sheets.

I need... lots and lots of sheets!

Whoa.

Sent a limo?

Son?

The code?

Sir.

Who the hell are you?

Father of the bride.

- Really?
- Well, no, no.

I'm not the father. I'm
a friend, but...

but I get to give her away.

Fucking fantastic.

Hey, Dad. Big day?

Whoa. Where are your shoes?

- What?
- Your shoes.

You can't get married
in slippers, right?

Jesus Christ, Everett. Go
find his goddamn shoes,

would you, please?

Did you see who's here, Dad?

Arthur.

Came all the way from Palm Beach.

- Who?
- Arthur.

You started the company with him.

You wanted him to be your best man.

Yeah.

Wedding's gonna start any minute, Dad.

Great. I'm starving.

Jesus, what a shit show.

Well, I better go get the bride.

Thank God there's a prenup, right?

Is that a pipe bomb?

Smoke bomb.

Pyro Paulie swears it won't explode

- or start a fire.
- "Pyro Paulie"?

Name doesn't inspire a
whole lot of confidence.

You should see his face.

Ready?

Shit.

Fucking bitch!

Whoa!

- Bitch!
- Apartment door's open.

You might wanna vacate the premises

before you die of smoke inhalation.

Pick up the girl, come on!

I'm gonna call the police.
You could've killed us.

Here's the deal, shitheads.

This is $4,000.

And I will give it to you... right now.

If you get in your shitty
car, point yourselves west,

and don't stop till you
hit the Pacific Ocean.

- Go fuck yourself.
- You haven't heard

the whole offer yet, Trina.

When you get to the Pacific Ocean,

you call me and you give me an address

so that every month for the next year...

Assuming you drop your
bullshit lawsuit...

I can send you a money order for $500.

Go to hell.

Think about it, Rodney.

Lawsuits can take years
before they get to court.

And who knows? In the
end, you might lose.

We won't lose.

Maybe yes, maybe no.

My lawyer thinks I'm gonna win.

Rodney.

Oops.

Offer just went down $200.

So that's $3,800.

All righty, then.

No, no, no, no, no.

- Rodney...
- Goddammit.

We'll take the cash.

Okay.

Sign this.

Come on, turn around.

How do we know you'll send us the money

like you promise?

'Cause I gave you my word.

And around here, that means something.

Is that real money you just burned?

Yeah, and it just about
fucking killed me.

Fuck.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Thought you left for work.

Yeah, I just, um...

I wanted to talk to you.

I'm really sorry about last night.

I was just so fucking pissed, you know?

I think you should give
Charlie one last chance.

What?

I mean, you know, he
fucked up, but...

we all fuck up, so...

I told you I was sorry.

You two weren't together

when he got that other girl pregnant.

You know, and he didn't wanna lose you.

Where the fuck is this coming from?

You don't love me.

I've been drunk...

Or high almost every day
since I was 12 years old.

And Brad was off the
wagon and Youens died...

- Do you fucking love me?
- I don't know.

I want to.

You know, I really do, but
II've been sleepwalking

through my life for years, and...

you know, I've been so loaded,

II haven't known what I want...

you know, or who I wanna be,

ororor be with, and I just...

Fuck!

Just leave. Please.

I was drunk on our first date.

- Lip...
- I was drunk

almost the entire time
that we were together.

I don't know how to be with myself,

let alone someone else.

Man, I don't know what I want, but I...

I know I have to be honest with you.

- J...
- Okay?

- And it's because I care about you...
- Just go, Lip!

Please! My God.

I'm sorry.

Don't!

I'm sorry.

God is Gay and he loves you!

God is Gay and he loves you!

God is Gay and he loves you!

God is Gay and he loves you!

This might just make CNN.

Showtime.

God is gay and he loves you.

Take a look in front of me...

We are gay and we love you.

We are trans and we love you.

We are lesbians

and we love you.

We are the city of
Chicago and we love you.

- Gay Jesus!
- We are queer...

and we love you.

We are bisexual and we love you.

That's him.

Ian Gallagher, we have a
warrant for your arrest.

We are your cops. We are your neighbors.

We are your doctors.

Gallagher, get down from the truck. Now.

He's not Ian Gallagher.

I'm Ian Gallagher.

No.

I'm Ian Gallagher.

I'm Ian Gallagher.

I'm Ian Gallagher. I'm Ian Gallagher.

I'm Ian Gallagher!

All right. Arrest them all.

I'm Ian Gallagher. I'm Ian Gallagher.

Excuse me, son.

I'm Ian Gallagher. I'm Ian Gallagher.

- Excuse me.
- I'm Ian Gallagher.

I'm Ian Gallagher.

I'm Ian Gallagher!

Come on, Dad, over here.

Come on. Jesus. Right... right here.

We have joined here today

to share with Freelania and Rupert

- an important moment...
- There's a prenup.

What?

There's a prenup.

A prenup?

Shh!

By the power vested in me

by the state of Illinois,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

You gonna get that?

No. Siri, decline call.

Fuck.

Where do you think that old man went?

I don't know. Let's get out of here.

Looks about done.

Yeah.

You gonna keep it or sell it?

Keep it, I think.

You okay?

I was honest with Sierra.

But I think it really fucked her up.

Nobody ever said being
honest would be painless.

- Where's Eddie?
- She quit.

Took off for Cabo with some
guy she met at Sturgis.

She coming back for the kid?

She called Social Services
to come pick her up.

So Eddie split?

Hey, why don't you come stay
with me for a couple days?

Just till we find out where she went.

Yeah?

That'd be cool.

Cool.

Um...

Look, my bike's done.

Um...

you wanna take Keith off the stand,

see if the piece of shit actually runs?

Yeah?

Carl!

Stop! Get off the bus!

Get off the bus, Carl! Stop!

Carl, come back!

I love you!

Carl!

Have a blessed day.

All right.

We are getting reports
of multiple arrests

this morning at a rally led by...

Holy shit. I hope he's all right.

Police have identified the
man as Ian Gallagher.

We have information that
his organization...

- Not a fucking word.
- Explosion on south side

of the city earlier this week.

You can see him here with
the megaphone moments...