Jesus. You really don't remember what happened last year?
Pay some fucking attention this time.
STEVE [OVER PHONE]: Your life's not simple, Fiona.
You're nothing like anyone I've ever met. You make me wanna enjoy my life again.
STEVE: Who the hell is that? -My dad.
In my whole career, I've never seen such a spectacular display of alcoholism.
Thank you.
FIONA: How much we short? DEBBIE: Eighteen dollars and 30 cents.
I'm taking the PSATs for some Polish kid.
Gonna be able to kick in 10 more.
IAN: I get paid Friday. FIONA: I'll figure out the rest.
STEVE: I can loan you the money. -We don't need your charity.
Fiona, thanks for a night I'll never forget.
Who the fuck's Tony?
I've waited a long time for last night to happen.
At least Tony's not getting in my family's business.
-What the fuck is wrong, Frank? -Maybe that's what I want.
-You know nothing about me. -Then teach me.
-I'm gay. -I know.
That's for screwing my husband. I want another baby.
-What? -I get what I want...
...you can have what you want.
KASH: Put the candy back now.
MICKEY: Fuck. -Shit.
I like you. You're a dirty girl like me.
Jasmine, this is Veronica. V lives next door.
Hi, V.
We're only taking in a foster kid to get the money to pay for my parking tickets.
Wanna go to the park, throw the old pigskin around?
-Would it be all right if my son, Jonah, came? -Huh?
I scored you a 2200.
I'm an investigator for the Educational Evaluation Service.
This is the Robotics Lab. It is the best in the country. Come by anytime.
Science just turns me on.
-What are you hiding? SHEILA: Aah!
I left them.
LIP: Your house is Frank's wet dream.
Never gonna get him out.
-Dad. -Son.
KAREN: What are we? LIP: Friends.
-Fnends? -Friends who do this.
-I can do that. EDDIE: It says here...
-...you can rededicate as a virgin. -Oral sex. Big, black strap-on dildo.
-You whore! KAREN: He humiliated me!
Get out! You don't ever come back!
-You're out of the house. -I'm out of the house!
-Whoa! -What do you think know, Daddy?
Am lstill a whore?
Frank? Frank?
I think I was kind of falling in love with her.
-How long you been stealing cars? -Who says I steal them?
I have to leave town. Come with me.
-Costa Rica. It's beautiful. FIONA: I think I might love him.
VERONICA: Scary, isn't it?
STEVE: I love you. I wanna be with you.
Come with me.
Seventy—seven, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82....
Won't be long now, Frank.
In a few days, she's gonna make it to the store, the hair salon...
...A|ibi Room, gonna meet your friends.
Ninety—nine.
Hear all those heartwarming, scumbag, freeloading Frank stories.
-Who the hell is that? -Friend from group.
-Group? -Sex Addicts Anonymous.
Gig's almost up, Daddy Frank. Time to make other plans.
One hundred!
[KIDS SHOUTING]
Hey, cut it off, Ernie.
Thanks, lieutenant.
Hey, you mind if we drop Cami off early tomorrow?
Teresa's got inventory at Costco.
No problem. And tell Teresa thanks for the case of dented soup.
CAMI: Ah! -Mwah.
Poo|'s open!
Cannonball!
BOY: Hey, don't splash me.
Eddie goes to the corner for a pack of Luckies, never heard from again.
Goddamn city couldn't wait to stop paying him.
Wasn't two weeks before the checks stopped coming.
And now what are we supposed to live off of?
-Sheila's single disability check? BABY: Then they go and pat me down.
How does Mr. Osama-Obama expect us to survive on that?
BABY: He's gonna try to Tase me.
If Sheila does go to work, what's she gonna make? Minimum wage at best.
-Nobody's heard from Eddie? BABY: He Tases me.
Not a word. Man's got no sense of responsibility.
Leaving a family of three to fend for ourselves.
BABY: Yeah, I got Tasered twice, man. -Bullshit.
What'd you say?
Uh.... I said "bullshit".
I got Tasered for, like, a second, I crapped myself.
There's no way you got Tasered twice, fought off three cops, ran away. Pfft.
What, you calling me a liar?
At the very least, an exaggerator.
-A grand says I did. MAN: He's for real.
Kev, you still got that Taser back there? I'll see your grand...
...and add nine more.
Ten thousand in American legal tender says you cannot get Tasered twice...
...and not soil your tighty whities, much less keep standing.
All right, shithead.
[CHUCKLING]
Do it.
Do it!
[GRUNTING]
Again!
[GRUNTING]
Fuck! What?
Where's my ten grand, motherfucker?
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Hey, gorgeous, more diablos.
Think these Boy Scouts can handle that heat?
No way. Not a chance.
[LAUGHS]
Six more diablos, a J. B. back, Ketel One up with a lime wedge...
...Maker's seven, and four Stellas.
VERONICA: Haven't given up on that yet? -Every summer needs a challenge.
Man's in love with his own self. Probably masturbates while he licks his reflection.
-Fiona! -Hey! Hi!
Who's that, s|utty's husband?
No. Hal's rounder.
-Hi! FIONA: Hey.
-Fi, this is my friend, David. -Jasmine's told me a lot about you.
Only that you're fabulous, smart and unbelievably sexy.
And that you're home for the summer from Princeton.
-I'll get us a table. -Okay.
-Princeton. -We're going out later, you wanna come?
-What about Hal? -Annual Michigan fishing trip...
...with the softball buddies. Mosquitoes, bratwurst and gallons of Budweiser.
-Sounds pretty Brokeback to me. -Come later. Live a little.
-That regular? -First time I've seen him.
She probably did his taxes, then did him.
[BOTH LAUGH]
[CROWD CHEERING]
IAN: Get your guard up, Lip.
Kick him back. You're punching like a fag.
Come on.
[METAL CLANGS]
REF: First round. Go to your corners.
Let's place some bets.
-Hey, Mandy. -You know you're supposed to hit him?
-That kid hits hard. -What did you think this was?
I didn't think he could punch me with his foot.
-He kicked the top of my goddamn head. -Look at me.
You wanna throw in the towel?
[METAL CLANGS]
I would if I was smart.
[JULIA M|CHAELS' "BORN TO PARTY" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
I'm gonna blow a fuse
When my techno music Pop music, retro music, rock
Turn it up on a Friday Pump it all night long
He's crazy about you.
Long Island, two Landsharks, three mojitos...
...margarita no salt, Chivas neat and a Jack rocks.
All the woman needs is a pole.
Why don't you come out with us? Kev won't mind.
Can't. I got a shift at the nursing home in the morning.
Oh. This better be somebody who's about to give me a gigantic tip.
Oh, God, I'm so sorry, I thought your ass was my drink.
VERONICA: Hey, Justin Bieber, how's things at Goldman Sachs?
Well enough for me to afford getting ripped off here. And it's J.P. Morgan.
All you mortgage-raping shits should be in prison anyway.
I was in grad school during the mortgage crisis.
Nowadays, we're trying to short Euros so Greece will go bankrupt.
-Are we on for later? -I haven't decided if! still like you.
-Later, Mama Bear. -Hey, junior.
School night. In bed with lights out by 10.
-What? -Order's up.
All night, lookin' tight Everybody's feelin' right
[WHOOPING & LAUGHING]
How the hell did that little guy kick Kurt fucking Landis' ass?
We make anything on my fight? Thanks.
-Nobody wanted the odds. -What'd you put down?
What, on the fight you lost? Nada.
Fraternal loyalty doesn't extend to stupidity, bud.
So Mickey's out soon?
In about a week or so, if he doesn't stab anybody else.
Plastic fork, barely broke the kid's skin, but it bought him 30 days.
You gotta be looking fonlvard to having Mickey home again.
I guess.
Hey, I wanna stage another fight night next week.
Go around to the dojos, round up some more scrappers.
Sure. Where you going?
-Karen's. IAN: Thought you gave up on that.
-See you. -Eh.
Karen Jackson? After that thing with your dad?
I'm sneaking antibiotics into his toothpaste, just in case.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
BABY: Tomorrow, fuckhead.
Jesus Christ. Fuck.
Fuck.
-Friend dropped me off. -Right.
-What the hell you doing here? -Came to see Karen.
She went with a guy to her group.
-What group? -Sex Addicts Anonymous.
LIP: Well, can I come in and wait? -No.
[MOANING & GRUNTING]
Ha-ha-ha. Looks like Old Man Dave is beating your time, Romeo.
I'm working without pharmaceutical assistance. He was popping blue pills.
-I counted four of them. -Four? Wow.
We could be here a while.
Fuck. I told my boss I'd meet him for a run in about an hour.
I could run with you.
I ran track in high school.
What? Don't look surprised.
I ran distance. I was gonna make state.
-Yeah? What happened? -Life.
-Come on. I'm fast. -Oh, really?
-I could beat your ass. -You're on.
Wait!
[FIONA SQUEALS]
FIONA: Okay, ready? ADAM: Give a kick.
FIONA: Okay. -All right.
FIONA: On your mark. -Yeah.
-Get set. -Okay.
Go.
IGAGS]
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
[LAUGHS]
What are you doing? Are you valet now?
See you tonight?
-Maybe. -Maybe?
TONY: Hey, Fiona.
-Tony. -How's work?
It's good.
-How's your remodel coming? -Really wanna know or being neighborly?
Neighborly.
Cast iron pIumbing's out, replacing it with copper.
Guy on my shift moonlights as an electrician. He's gonna help me rewire.
Gonna flip it or live in it?
Waiting to see what happens.
I gotta get the kids going.
ISIGHS]
Whoa, what happened to you?
One of my fighters pussied out. I had to fill in.
Looks like the pussy had the right idea. Get some ice on that eye.
Good morning. We're out of mac and cheese.
I can make PB&Js instead, but I'm gonna need more bread.
-How many signed up for today? -Nine. Romano twins.
Cami. Mangis. That Ulin kid with the big head.
Whoa, half a cup.
Exhausted. Liam had me up half the night banging his head.
-I need my own room. -And I want a pony for Christmas.
He's a boy, he should be with the boys.
-No way, there's three of us in that room. -I'm a girl.
I'm gonna be a woman soon.
I need privacy to undergo the upcoming traumatic transformation.
-It's not that traumatic. -How would you know?
LIP: Video in 5th grade. -What we talking about?
-Moving Liam into our room. -No fucking way.
First daycare kid is here. My own room?
It's not gonna happen, Debs. Go, go.
ISIGHS]
Traumatic transformation?
Wow. Ethel, the garden looks great.
It's all in the compost. My red worms have been working overtime this year.
None of God's bounty ever needs go to waste.
We still on for today?
-Think it still runs? -Probably not, but you can fix anything.
Yep-
Hey, what are those huge, round, green things in the back?
-Tomatoes. -Oh.
-She's a keeper. KEVIN: Mm.
[SINGING] Every mountain
Climb every stream
Climb all the rainbows
Till you ﬁnd your dream
ISIGHS]
Frank, Karen. Breakfast.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]
I moved it.
Hey. Good morning.
I can't find my watch. I have looked everywhere.
It's on your wrist.
[SCOFFS THEN CHUCKLES]
I had Mom move her rainy-day fund after what happened last time.
SHEILA: Karen, the omelets are ready. -I had nothing to do with that.
SHEILA: Hello? -I hid her ATM card too...
...so don't even try taking that again.
[KIDS CHATTERING]
Her nose has been running, but I think it's the glue...
...that Jeff's been using on the new kitchen linoleum.
[CRYINGI
Oh, and please, no gluten.
-Gluten? -Who knows?
Okay, there you go. There's Cinderella.
-You all set? -Yeah, playtime, one hour.
TV or Bambi, skip the dead—mom part.
Arts and crafts. Cheetos and carrot sticks.
Story time, nothing scary. Free play. Lunch. Nap.
Pool. Dr. Oz. Twinkies and milk. Parent pick-up.
Oh. Don't wake you unless there's blood or exposed bone.
Lots of blood.
Who's ready for TV, guys?
[ALL SHOUTING]
DEBBIE: Okay, let's watch. Come on.
MAN: That's a great idea.
It's about time. You see Kash last night?
-No. -He didn't come home again.
Had to open the shop by myself.
Homeless winos 10—deep at the door...
...trying to trade stolen recycling for 40s and Mad Dog.
Pack of Marlboros.
How old are you, 8? Get the hell out of here.
You handle the store by yourself?
I gotta get upstairs.
The twins are gonna be late for swim team at the mosque.
And no free breakfast, you come to work hungry, you pay like everybody else.
-Linda gone? -Mm-hm.
I've been waiting across the street for an hour.
-Mm. Late night? -What do you care?
LINDA [OVER INTERCOM]: Where the hell have you been?
Kash. I waited up until after midnight.
You know the doctor wants me in bed by--
What are you looking at? Microwave me a burrito and stock the cooler.
Pack of Marlboros?
[KEVIN LAUGHS]
What?
-You try starting this since last summer? -No.
-How's the crop coming? -It's almost harvest time.
But I'm a bit worried, though.
There seems like there's more cops in the park.
-Yeah, I'm working on it. -Oh.
I'll go chase the rats out of the coolers.
Hey, guys.
[THUDDING]
[RATS SQUEAKING THEN KEVIN YELLS]
[MAN & WOMAN SING OVER TV]
TODDLER: I love it.
GIRL: What are you doing?
[DOOR OPENS]
[LIAM WHIMPERS]
DEBBIE: What are you doing? -Borrowing Liam.
FRANK: Where's that backpack thingy? -Borrowing him for what?
Gonna take him to the aquarium.
No, you're not. Costs too much.
Okay, then, the zoo.
-When are you bringing him back? -I'll bring him back when I'm damn ready.
I'm his father, we need time together.
-Should we wake Fiona? -See any exposed bone?
Stan's yelling again, so loud you can hear him through the floor.
Yesterday it was Nixon and Jimmy Carter. What's it today?
I turned the TV up after "fucking colored people."
He keeps going downhill, we're gonna have to call Becky.
-He has his good and bad days. -"Bad days"?
That what you call trying to take out the trash naked?
He forgot his pants, it happens, all right?
I know you love the old racist bastard...
...but if it were my dad, I'd wanna know he was going south.
It's probably time to put him in a home.
KEVIN: I can't hear you.
No. No, I don't want to watch my language.
I been speaking this language for the last 50 goddamn years.
No, you listen to me, you fucking daughter of a chink-whore.
Hello? Goddamn it. Cunt. Cunt, cunt.
She hung up on me. The bitch didn't speak one word of English.
She's probably in the basement of some whorehouse in Calcutta.
-And would you believe this shit? -What shit?
It's my electric bill. 8700 bucks for electricity.
You know, I've been running this bar for 40 years...
...and I never get a bill that was even close to a grand.
All I want is for them to send one of their taco-eating, wetback meter readers...
...to come here and check out the fucking thing.
That's it. Get me my shotgun.
I'm gonna go down there, and blow the cunt's head off.
-Can I see it? The bill. -Yeah, yeah.
They must've made some mistake.
The only mistake they made was fucking with me.
Stan, would you please sit down? Sit before you blow another ventricle.
-Blow, blow. -I'm gonna take care of this.
Arizona's got the right idea, boy.
Take them down to the border...
...and throw them over the goddamn fence. That's it.
Ian, cover the register.
[ENGINE SPUTTERS THEN STARTS]
We have a problem. We may need to sell some pot.
-Isn't that what we always do? -A lot of pot.
So Ethel's been helping out.
You know how she told you about that kick-ass worm shit...
-...she's been using on her tomatoes? -Yeah.
It works so good, we decided to use it on this year's crop.
You know how I usually grow a couple plants...
...to get us through the summer?
LIP: Holy shit. -Exactly.
Wait, so, what's the problem? I forgot about the electric bill.
We need 9 grand or they're gonna shut the power off to the building.
Isn't it wonderful?
Mr. Kevin is gonna help all the old people who are going blind.
-This is all I got, man. -God bless you.
Jesus loves you.
Fuck you.
-Jesus-- Oh, shit. BABY: Where's my money?
FRAN K: Stop!
[HORN HONKS]
[BELL JINGLES]
Back to work.
Your fly is down.
So how much you think you've got?
I don't know. Couple hundred pounds or so.
Gonna start drying what I can but that won't fetch...
...more than a couple grand or so.
We could unload some of the plants.
-Yeah, how many would we have to sell? -Five maybe.
Six.
Lip, who the hell around here has two grand for a plant?
I may know a guy.
V's gonna kill me. She's gonna fucking kill me.
I promised her I wouldn't sell more than three or four this year.
Normally I throw a bunch of seeds around, see which looks best...
...thin out the rest.
But this year, I couldn't.
They're all so beautiful. I just....
I just couldn't do it.
-Where's my money? -That was a great last night.
-You were having fun. I was having fun. -Where's my money?
You were serious about that?
Get me the goddamn tin snips.
If I had won, I wouldn't expect you to pay me.
Take off his shoes.
What? It's a turn of phrase like, ''I bet it's gonna rain today."
BABY: Yeah, let me tell you something.
If I don't get my money...
...|'m cutting toes off and cauterizing them.
—You've got my panhandling cash. -Sixty bucks, man?
I was only out there for 45 minutes.
We'll keep the kid. Yeah. As collateral.
Come back with my fucking money, you get the kid.
I'll bring you your money, you can't keep the kid.
You can't keep Liam. I'll get your money. We can work this out.
-We just did. -No, no, no.
Abso|ute|y—— You can't——
Light it up.
Get him up.
Okay, okay, okay.
Keep Liam.
Get up out of here.
[LIAM WHIMPERS]
I'll be back, buddy, I promise you.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
Excuse me, I gotta go. Hey.
Gaga, Adele, Rikki, J Lo, Nicki Minaj. Even threw in some old Maxwell.
My guaranteed, clitoris moistening, aphrodisiac music mix.
I hope so. All she ever wants to do is discuss The Lake Poets.
Who the fuck is Bruno Mars?
LIP: Maybe give up on 22-year-old grad students.
Start banging in your own decade.
Grad students is the reason I got into teaching.
-I'm too old to start over now. -Got my SIM board?
-Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. -Thank you.
Any interest in purchasing a 6-foot-tall pot plant?
-Chicks love old dudes with great weed. -How much?
-Couple grand. -Pricey.
It's primo stuff.
-What the hell is that anyway? -It's a cop Iocator.
Rigging up a GPS system...
...that uses police frequencies for coordinates.
Shows me where all the cops are in a given area at any time.
-Is that even legal? -Trying to make sure our community...
...is receiving its fair share of law enforcement resources? Why not?
-I got a lunch date. I gotta go. -With who, David Petraeus?
Heh. No. I landed a Department of Defense grant.
Micro-robotics surveillance drone prototypes.
Yeah, who knows if it'll work...
...but it'll put some government-issued pork in my pocket. Listen...
...why don't you help us?
I can probably wrangle you some AP engineering or physics credits.
You're gonna have to figure out...
...how to blow up Afghan shepherds all on your own.
[KIDS CHATTERING]
What are you doing?
Making a little easy summer moola the Gallagher way.
-Where's Liam? -In the car.
-You don't have a car. -A friend's car.
-You crack a window? -Left the engine running, for the a.c.
You left a toddler in a running car in this neighborhood?
[MUMBLING]
That baby laxative?
This, my young progeny, is Dr. Frank's magic-money-making fun dust.
CARL: Oregano? -Fool's gold.
My "I've never seen it fail'' summer solstice ATM.
[ICE CREAM TRUCK PLAYING MUSIC]
LIP: Hey, maybe we can talk the electric company...
...into taking a down payment, a payment-plan kind of deal.
Oh, watch. Customers.
-What's going on? BOY 1: Can I get...
...Waterme|on Bob-Pop, Bubblegum snow cone and a Chocolate Crunch.
-You still selling Ioosies? -Yeah, Marlboro Lights. Buck apiece.
-What can I get you? BOY 2: Lemon-lime Shot...
-...Chocolate Chip Cookie Bar, Mo|son's. -Mo|son's?
We sell American beer here to children of age.
Come back for a Bud Light when you're 16.
BOY 3: Two frozen Snickers, a bag of Beer Nuts and a couple ofjoints.
You 14? Got ID?
-What's your birthday? -June 3rd, 1997.
Okay-
There you go. Hey.
-Taking little league book like last year? -What do you want?
-Marlins. -U10 or U12?
JOHNNY: U10 for 15.
You're not worried about Ratkovich? Kid 72 threw pitches yesterday.
-No, he's Dominican. -Right.
KEVIN: Hey, Lip, anything on this radar?
Nope, closest unit is a foot patrol over by the play structure.
Sorry I'm late. Slept through my alarm.
Yeah, I came by last night, waited for a while.
Well, I didn't get in until 4 a.m.
-New QUY7 __jody.
He's nice. I don't know, we got to talking about music yesterday.
He showed me a bunch of bands I've never heard of.
-My favorite was called Guns N‘ Roses. -Guns N‘ Roses?
How old is Jody?
Thirty—seven, I think.
You know, he laid out a blanket in the park...
...and we listened to his iPod and fell asleep in each others‘ arms.
-Wow. Sex any good? -Heh.
No sex. It's a part of this whole Sex Addicts Anonymous thing.
Right, but you're a teenager. I mean, all teenagers are sex addicts.
Heh. Yeah, but I've been having sex since I was 11.
Jody and I don't want the physical to complicate things for us.
Yeah, but we can still get complicated, right?
Sure, I guess.
[ALARM BEEPING]
LIP: Oh, shit.
Foot patrol, 9 o'clock, 200 yards and closing.
[TRUCK MUSIC PLAYS]
You never heard of Guns N‘ Roses? "Welcome to the Jungle"?
MAN: Next. WOMAN: Can I have one, please?
-Hey, kid. -Not a fucking chance, Frank.
Still owe you a beating from last year.
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]
Ladies, hey.
Hey, anybody interested in a little primo bud?
Maybe a little snow for this hot summer scorcher?
-Oh, shit. -Hey, hey!
Hey, guys. What you looking for?
Grass, yeah. What kind of money do you want to spend on it?
MAN: Hey! FRANK: Oh, shit.
-Get off our corner. FRANK: What the fuck?
Fiona? Fiona?
Oh! Heh.
-Parent pick-up time. -Um....
Thanks, Debs. You have any trouble today?
Little Charlie had a major diaper malfunction.
Ellie ate a bunch of carpet.
Normal, normal.
Oh, and Frank took Liam.
-What? -Said he was taking him to the zoo.
ISIGHS]
[5 ALARM MUSIC L|BRARY'S "DRINKING TIME" PLAYING INSIDE]
-Hugo, how's it going? -Go away, Frank.
-Is Mr. Todd here today? -I said out.
-I'm in trouble. -You're always in trouble.
Come on, Hugo. You know me.
I wouldn't be here unless I was desperate.
It's my kid. I need money.
Which kid?
Liam.
-The mulatto? -Yes.
-No bullshit this time? -No bullshit.
[CHATTERING]
[TOILET FLUSHING]
[BELT BUCKLE CLINKS]
[UNZIPS]
[TOILET FLUSHING]
Hey, Frank, hold on.
You got more takers.
Liam and Frank aren't at Sheila's.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Knock, knock.
-Hey, Debs. -Hi, Jasmine.
Want me to start calling around?
No, I'll swing by The Alibi before work, see what he's up to.
-What who's up to? -Frank took Liam.
Probably has him out panhandling again.
JASMINE: David has a friend coming from New York.
I thought maybe I could hook you two up.
-Who's David? -Bye, Debbie.
-Fnend? -Yeah.
I met him. Forties, handsome.
He's your type too.
Oh, yeah. What's my type?
Cute and easily manipulated.
You take money from David?
You mean am I turning tricks?
No, he takes me out, he buys me nice things sometimes.
That's what rich people like to do, they like to spend money.
Rich guys like a pretty girl on their arm.
So why not let them spoil us?
[DOOR CLOSES]
[BELL JINGLES]
Done at 5. Cool if I split?
Kash, I'm off. Can I go?
[KASH SOBBING]
You Okay?
I can't do this anymore, live this lie.
Linda, our marriage, this life of a lie.
What am I gonna do?
[SOBBING]
VERONICA: Frank wasn't at The Alibi? -No.
Sheila hasn't seen him.
He won't keep Liam long.
A toddler will interfere with getting hammered and passing out before 11.
How was last night with Jasmine and Grandpa?
Guess they've been together for years.
He's married, she's married. Seems like it works out for everybody.
Yeah? You think it works out for his wife and her husband?
Hey, like clockwork. How serious are you about this one?
-Not very. -Good, because he's a rebound.
-He even looks like Steve. -No, he doesn't.
H9)’-
Mm. I got my running shoes in the car and I want a rematch.
-Rematch? -We raced on the beach last night.
-She smoked my ass. -Wasn't that bad.
She annihilated me. It wasn't a fair ﬁght.
-She was a track star. -You ran track?
Distance runner, 1600. Broke some kind of state record.
-No shit. What record did you break? -I didn't break it.
-Coach thought I might be able to. -What's the time you were gonna break?
-It wasn't a big deal. -Come on, what was the time?
Coach thought I might be able to break 5 minutes 25.
Who knows? It was a long time ago.
I bet you could break it now. We'll find a track and we'll get a stopwatch.
-Sure. -Yeah?
I got a table.
LIP: Yo. -Hey.
-Get the truck running? -Yup.
We are back in the ice cream business.
-How was work? -Weird.
Don't ask.
LIP: Hey, don't jerk off in there.
[SHOWER RUNNING]
-What the hell is this? -Fuck, Lip.
It's an admissions packet.
-For West Point? -Going through my stuff?
You just graduated 10th grade.
I wanted to see what it takes to get in.
To West Point?
You're kidding. You're serious about this shit?
I was in ROTC for two years. What do you think?
I thought it was some kind of stupid fucked-up adolescent phase.
I mean, you really wanna get your ass shot off in some ‘stan somewhere?
-‘Stan? -Yeah, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iraqistan.
I guess I'm a patriot.
Fuck.
Don't worry, it was really discouraging.
I'd need like a four-point-two GPA, a massive SAT score...
...and a recommendation from the president or some shit.
Only thing I know I can pass is the fitness test.
So, what, the Army requires straight A's now to get your leg blown off in Kabul?
You really want this shit?
Yes.
All right, then fuck it.
-Let's make this shit happen. -Yeah?
Hell yeah. President's a local boy, I can tutor you.
You're a shoo-in.
Still think it's fucking stupid.
Get off. Get out of here. You better run.
What the fuck?
Uhn. I know, baby, I know. I got carried away.
-Now what? What do you wanna do? -Can't sell it. Gotta get rid of it.
This isn't "pulled over with a joint in an ashtray“ pot.
This is "Mexican cartel, 60 years in the federal s|ammer" pot.
-Wait, what? Destroy it? -Kevin.
There's a couple tons of weed down here and I'm black.
-What about the electric bill? -Figure something out, dip into savings.
But this shit's gotta be mulch by tomorrow.
To-fucking-morrow.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYS OVER TV]
[DOOR OPENS]
Frank? Frank, where have you been?
I've been worried sick. You didn't come home for dinner.
I have done everything I can think of and I still didn't make enough money today.
Well, I have $80 in my purse.
No, that‘s—-
That's not-- Well, sure.
I think I might have really screwed up this time.
MAN [OVER TV]: Been exciting to see these Iions....
BABY: You like lions? I like them too. Yeah, you cutie.
[LIAM BABBLING]
[GROWLING]
-Debbie? -No Liam.
Frank didn't bring him back?
[BANGING ON DOOR]
-Where the hell is he? -Oh!
-Children. -Frank!
SHEILA: Frank! FIONA: Frank!
Where's Liam?
[FRANK MOANS]
IYAWNS]
H9)’-
Where is Liam?
He's at his first sleepover.
-He's 2! -They sleep a lot at that age.
FIONA: Which way?
[LIGHT BUZZING]
This one?
Who the fuck are you?
We want Liam back.
Liam stays. He's collateral.
Then you better start shooting.
-Hey, good to see you again. -Shut the fuck up.
-How much is that? -Don't know, but we're good for it.
Gallaghers pay their debts.
Now, where the hell is our brother?
Okay, home sweet home.
-Good night. LIP: Good night. Love you.
CARL: Love you, Liam. IAN: Good night, Liam.
I'm sorry, Fiona.
It's not your fault.
Get some sleep, okay?
I didn't mean for that to-- It was a joke, you know?
I was in the bar. I made this stupid——
I tried to make enough that I--
[BELL JINGLES]
KASH: Ian. -Yeah, yeah.
So, Freddie, what you got today, aluminum or glass?
LINDA: Ian, tell Kash to get his ass up here. I need him.
Now, Ian.
-Don't worry about it. -Ah. Thank you.
Hey, Kash, Linda's looking for you.
Kash?
Can you do me a favor, Ian?
Can you give me a bit of a head start?
-You're leaving? -Linda's got preeclampsia.
The OB wants her in bed for the rest of her pregnancy.
I can't do it.
An hour? Two? Please?
What do I tell your kids?
Been to bed yet?
You're not gonna believe the night I had.
Kids up yet?
Think I may need some field hands.
FIONA: We handed over all the cash we made so far this summer.
We still owe 6 grand. That's money we count on to get through the winter.
What was it, some kind of bet?
Oh, 10 grand. You believe that?
We'll be lucky to bank enough to get us to Christmas.
Can we save some for the ice cream truck, keep it stocked all summer?
VERONICA: How much is that? -One bag should do it.
But less than an ounce on the truck at one time.
LIP: Yeah, yeah, yeah. VERONICA: All right.
[WHIMPERS]
Sure, take a bag. It's the least we can do to thank you for your hard work.
No, no, not you, Johnny Appleseed.
[GROUP CHATTERING]
VERONICA: Okay, all right, be careful.
Careful, careful. And don't fight.
Hold it, don't put it-- Babe, you got it?
-All right. FIONA: That's great.
CARL: There you go. All right. FIONA: All right.
That it? So they don't fall.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
-Hey. -Thank you.
DEBBIE: Bye, Veronica. VERONICA: Bye, baby. I'll see you later, okay?
-All right, so now what? -To the dump, I guess.
Seems like such a waste.
You got any better ideas?
JODY: You looking for Karen? -Yeah, I am.
She went to the store.
-You Lip? -Mm-hm.
JodY-
Nice shirt.
BABY: Later we gotta go over there. MAN: Fuck, it's hot.
BABY: Ahem: -Damn.
That should about do it.
Shit.
Well, good afternoon, sleepy head.
-Where's breakfast? -Oh, it's way too late for breakfast.
You even missed lunch.
I'm not a short-order cook, sweetie.
Well, I'm off for my walk.
Hundred and eight steps today is the goal.
I might even make it to the mailbox.
There's Lucky Charms in the pantry and milk in the fridge.
Okay. We-
[ETHEL HUMMING]
Great looking tomatoes. Heirlooms?
ETHEL: Yes, Cherokee purples. TONY: Hope I can talk you out of a couple...
-...when they're ripe. ETHEL: Of course.
It's all in the compost. I can give you some worms to get you started.
-That'd be great. I should start a garden. ETHEL: You should.
I'll go change, grab a shovel.
Hey, Tony.
Five minutes, twenty-three seconds?
-Happy with anything under six. -Okay.
On your mark...
...get set...
“~Qo[
[GROANS]
[ALL CHEERING]
VERONICA: All right!
[COUGHS]
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