You don't think I have enough to do? I'm not your fucking mother.
Here's what you missed last week on Shameless:
SAMMI: Dad. - Fuck.
I need that new trailer.
- He's not coming home with a trailer. - What?
Gallagher rite of passage.
Realizing he let you down.
- This is stupid, right? - Right.
- Unless it's not. - Right.
WOMAN: Next?
LIP: You got married? FIONA: Yeah.
What do you want, tampon-head?
[SCREAMING AND GRUNTING]
CARL: Whoa.
You're clean in six months.
- I want her to be happy. - You're getting your daughter back.
FIONA: This isn't like Jackie. SEAN: No one answered when I knocked.
FIONA: Shit.
SEAN: Oh, fuck, Jackie.
- Wanna get out of here? - I'm married.
My wife accidentally cheated on me, so she gave me a pass to get one hand job.
I have a hand.
- We're in trouble. - I'll be right back.
- We're in the middle of a conversation. - The babies.
If you go up those stairs, I won't be here when you get back.
I'm going back to school.
Called to see if I can get into the dorms early.
You are going to the psych ward or a fucking ER.
Ian?
Ian!
Hey. You came back after all.
I did.
- Motherfucker. - Jesus.
- Where the fuck have you been? - I'm bleeding.
You disappear. You don't return my calls, my texts?
I had something come up.
- Oh, fuck. Ow! - Fuck!
Stop hitting me.
Aah! Goddamn it, enough.
Enough with the hitting.
- Are you done? - Where, Jimmy? Where?
I was incommunicado for a while.
For weeks? For months?
About a year.
On a boat. A yacht, actually.
And not a call, not a text...
I was handcuffed to a metal pipe in the engine room...
...pissing into an old Malagueta can.
For a year?
For a while, yeah, and then it was slave labor in a Brazilian cocoa-processing facility.
Not much of a facility, just some tents in the rainforest...
...guarded by ladies with mustaches and AK-47s.
I caught malaria, that knocked me out for a few months...
That's bullshit.
Then I escaped when the DEA showed up with the Federales.
Honest truth, I swear.
FIONA: Who the hell is that? JIMMY: That's my partner.
- Your partner, as in your girlfriend? - No, my partner as in crime.
Shit, you're the one to talk. You got married?
What was I supposed to do?
Was I supposed to sit on my porch knitting, hoping one day you'd show back up?
You disappeared, gone. Nothing.
I think you deviated my septum.
Good. You're lucky I didn't have a knife.
- Oh, Jesus. Fuck. - I know. I know.
You were going to college, you were becoming a doctor...
...and then you just vanished.
So, what now?
What do you mean, "So, what now?"
I'm married.
Uh-huh.
Jesus, you're such a fucking asshole.
[PHONE RINGING]
- Hey, Mickey. - Mickey Milkovich? Say hello for me.
Shut the fuck up!
Ian did what?
Okay, I'm coming. Yeah.
- I've gotta go. - What?
- I have to go. - What did Ian do?
So that went well.
IAN: You're going to love Florida, man.
It's fantastic.
No snow ever.
Nothing but sun and white beaches and palm trees.
Oh, and pools. Pools in every fucking back yard.
Can you imagine that? Shit, I should watch my language.
Oh, shit. Fuck, I said shit. Ha, ha.
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah, Uncle Lip showed me pictures from when he was down there. Paradise.
Well, I guess he's not really an uncle, he's more like a best-friend uncle...
...but I think that's better anyway, right?
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah. It's gonna be great. Disney World. Mint mojitos.
Cuban cigars. Pitbull. Live music.
You're gonna love it. You and me. You and me against the world.
You feel that?
That feeling is all of our problems just disappearing right now.
Just...
[WHISTLES]
Gone. Just leave it all behind. I guess you don't have any problems, you're a baby.
What do you have, like diaper rash?
That's the worst of it for you.
Must be good to be a baby, I'm telling you.
Fuck, yeah.
[PHONE RINGING AND IAN HUMMING]
- Fuck. He's not picking up. SVETLANA: I call police.
- The hell you will. - No, I call police.
Because crazy carrot boy took my baby.
You call, I'll tell them I said Ian could take the baby.
Who you think they're gonna believe? Illegal Russian fucking hand-whore...
...or a card-carrying, apple-pie eating, born on the 4th of July, American fucking citizen?
Pregnant hand-whore who is also mother, they will believe.
You need to chill the fuck out, okay?
I scared him with the nut ward talk.
He'll get his shit straight, he'll bring the kid back.
He will.
Hey, uh, okay, so which one of you is Karlson with a "K"?
Okay, you stay.
And then Carlson with a "C", you are actually in the Van Houten Towers, West 208.
Just past Gardner Hall, you can't miss it.
- You guys good? GIRL: Yeah.
[PEOPLE MOANING ON VIDEO]
Excuse me, you're the resident assistant on this floor, right?
I'm Karen Perlow's mom, 417.
She gets a Ritalin every morning, never on an empty stomach, and then an Ativan at lunch.
Two if she's feeling anxious at test times.
I'm sorry, but this isn't summer camp, okay? I'm not the camp nurse.
She has to handle her own reds and bennies, all right?
Yo, think you can lay off on the water pipe and the porn...
...until Mom and Dad Iowas are back on the interstate? Please?
Thank you.
I just had some dad show me how to keep his son...
...from swallowing his tongue during seizures.
You're the one who wanted to be an RA.
Not "wanted to," had to. Free room and board, plus stipend.
- You could have moved in with me. - Yeah, no stipend.
Jesus, what's she weigh, a buck ninety? Two hundred?
Renaissance women weren't forced...
...to starve into an anorexic, fashion-industry marketing version of female sexuality.
I bet it was purely missionary.
Getting caught under that would be like stepping on a grape.
My new roommate from Craigslist moved in.
- Oh, yeah? - Calls herself Muff Bulldagger...
...and drives a Kawasaki.
[PHONE RINGS]
Yeah?
Wait, he did what?
Okay, okay, okay. Hey, listen, I need to borrow your car.
Ian just stole a baby.
[GROANING]
Top of the morning, beautiful. How is my favorite public servant?
Buy some deodorant, Frank.
Hey, any governmental gift envelopes...
...addressed to a Gallagher in this chariot of yours?
- It's getting to be that time of month. - Touch my cart, I'll call the cops.
I was just admiring your organizational skill.
- You're a wonder. - Get a job, Frank.
Well, now, why would I do that, Gail?
I'd just be depriving you and your tax-paying...
...civil-service working, church-going buddies...
...the great privilege of supporting me and mine. Ha, ha.
I have a dream, Gail...
...that one day I will awaken with a baby just like you...
...underneath me.
Oh, my God.
[GROANING]
Jesus criminy.
Come on.
Where the hell have you been?
Fuck off.
Bedrooms are all locked.
What? Why?
To keep you out of them.
I boxed your stuff up and put a flea bomb in.
Box is in the backyard airing out.
- Where am I supposed to sleep? - What do I care?
You blew the money you promised you'd use to buy me a new trailer...
...so it's back to the gutter you stepped in last night, or you're on the couch.
And there are new rules around here.
No money, no food.
You want something to eat, you pay.
And there's a curfew.
No coming in at 3 and waking the whole house up anymore.
Doors will be locked at 10:00.
- Ten? - Ten? Ten o'clock?
- You got to be fucking kidding... - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Young ears.
Doors will be locked at 10. No exceptions.
Things are changing. Should've changed years ago.
Ten? Liam stays up later than that.
Don't try me on this.
It gets cold out there on the street late at night. Believe me, I know.
Whatever. I've gotta shop. Get ready for school.
SAMMI: School doesn't start for two days. - Middle school starts in two days.
High school starts tomorrow.
Tomorrow's your first day of high school?
- Oh, sweetie, are you scared? - No.
I hated ninth grade. Almost got raped by the entire wrestling team my first day.
Never should have worn a tank top without a bra.
You should dress dowdy like that again tomorrow. Be safer that way.
Oh, and don't forget to pee before you leave home.
Bathrooms are a nightmare.
Ukrainian girls beat me up because I didn't have any cigarettes.
Last time I went to the girl's room without a pack of Virginia Slims.
You need any money for school supplies?
I can loan you a few dollars until Friday.
DEBBIE: No, it's fine, I have stuff from last year, thanks.
SAMMI: Carl, honey, you need any money for school supplies?
I'm just gonna steal stuff from the weaker kids.
Steal some stuff for Chuckie too, would you please, sweetie?
- What the hell happened? - He's crazy.
He steals baby. He needs to be put in crazy-people place...
...where they spray him with fire hose and put electric in his head.
Please shut the fuck up.
I told him I'd take him to the hospital, he freaked out, took the baby.
Stole the car. I need it back for work.
Since when do you have a job?
I gotta take those guns we lifted off the militia geeks down at the projects.
- Spent all day filing off serial numbers. MICKEY: Take a fucking bus.
MAN: With a dozen Uzis? MICKEY: Yeah.
- Call a cab, or fucking Davey, or somebody... - Ian had a psychotic break?
I think so.
IAN: No hands! Whoo!
Whoo!
[STATIC OVER RADIO]
Come on.
MAN [ON RADIO]: Back with the crop report...
Oh. Oh.
[WILLIE NELSON'S "ON THE ROAD AGAIN" PLAYING ON RADIO]
[SINGING] On the road again
Places that I've never been
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Hey, that's us.
[SINGING] Seeing things that I may never see again
I can't wait to get on the road again
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Shit.
Like a band of gypsies We go down the highway
We're the best of friends
insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way
ls on the road again
The sunset's fucking beautiful.
[YEVGENY CRYING AND IAN BARKING]
The life I love ls making music with my friends
Whoo!
And I can't wait to get on the road again
- He took Yevgeny last night? - Late, yeah.
- Did you try calling his phone? - He's not answering.
Who's Ian? The one with the red hair?
He's the gay one with all the problems.
Being gay doesn't have anything to do with his problems.
I didn't say gay was a problem, just that he's gay and has problems.
He left 18 hours ago, he could be anywhere.
- Maybe he's in Colorado. - Why Colorado?
- Free weed. - Not free, idiot, legalized.
- Shouldn't somebody call the police? - No!
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Weeds are free in Colorado?
SAMMI: Uh-huh. That's right sweetie.
- Oh, Jesus. JIMMY: We need to talk.
No, we don't.
- What the fuck is he doing here? - I have no idea.
How you been?
- Thought you were married. - I am.
- You're married? - Uh-huh.
- To who? - To Gus.
- The musician? - Is that Gus?
- No, that's Jimmy. SAMMI: Who's Jimmy?
- Her old boyfriend. - Then who's Gus?
- What's that smell? FIONA: Gus is an incredible musician.
I met him at work. And he's a great guy.
Musicians are notoriously unreliable husband material.
Heh. Said the asshole who disappears for years at a time.
- When did you get married? - A few days ago.
And you've been keeping it a secret? Why?
Excellent question. Why keep wonderful musician Gus a secret if he's so great?
Out. Now.
You can't just keep showing up.
- Who's the loud blonde with the kid? - A new half-sister.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Frank or Monica's? - You've gotta call.
Half-sister?
- What else did I miss? - A lot, okay? Everything.
- Like? - Like Liam almost dying.
Liam almost died? What happened?
I left out some coke that this asshole that I wasn't really dating gave me...
...and he got into it.
He's fine.
- They put me in jail. - You went in jail?
- Yeah. - No shit.
No shit.
- And you got married. - Yeah, I got married.
To a 35-year-old bass player named Gus Pfender.
How do you even know that? Are you, like, spying on me?
No. Well, sort of. Angela.
Do you love him?
You don't get to ask me that.
I love you.
- Heh. Fuck you. - I love you.
Do you still love me?
- No. - Liar.
I don't.
I love you.
Don't do it.
- Don't do it. SAMMI: No.
LIP: Fiona.
Shit.
Hot. Very hot.
[BUZZES]
- Jimmy spent the night? - Yeah.
- Did you hear anything from Ian? - No. You?
No.
- You got this one? - Yeah.
I could beat him to death with a bat...
- ...and say I mistook him for an intruder. - No, I'm good.
- All right. - Thanks, little brother.
No worries, big sister.
Ready to get dressed? Unh.
FIONA: What? - No, nothing.
Thanks.
So is Jimmy gonna move in with you and Gus?
- What? SAMMI: Getting your own place?
We haven't decided yet.
I know how important those early days of marriage are.
Figuring each other out, getting used to compromise.
More eggs, Carl?
- Chuckie, honey? FIONA: Has Mickey heard from Ian?
No, I called. Nothing.
If you and Gus do decide to get your own place...
...don't worry about us here.
I can fill in now and then.
[ALARM BEEPS]
Gotta go, school.
Shoot. I gotta go too. I'm supposed to be working freshman orientation.
FIONA: You're going? - I'll have my phone.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Carl. Door. Go.
Hey, hey, hey. Lunch.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Better safe than sorry.
And no bathrooms, right?
School starts today?
High school, her first day.
Debs, high school? This is so exciting.
- You're going to have a blast. - Yeah, that husband guy is at the door.
Go. Go, I got this. Go deal with your life.
FIONA: Hey. GUS: Hey, I've been texting you.
My phone died. I'm sorry.
That's fine.
- Oh, that's Frank. - Frank?
FIONA: That's my useless father. - Is that smell him?
Yeah. You get used to it.
It's like working at a landfill.
- You okay? - Yeah. Ian stole a baby.
- Who's Ian? - My brother. I told you about him.
The one in college?
No. The one that ran away and joined the Army.
- And he stole a baby? - Well, more like borrowed it.
- It's his boyfriend's baby. DEBBIE: Hi, Gus.
- Debbie. - Oh, yeah, I remember.
Um, congratulations.
Great. Well, I gotta go, first day of high school.
- Hey, you Gus? - Yeah.
I'm Lip, brother. Don't fuck this up. She's great. All right?
If I hear from Ian I'll call you. Vice-versa, right?
FIONA: Yeah.
Hey, listen, I'm supposed to meet Chris...
...to work on some background tracks for his demo...
- ...but I can blow him off... - No, thanks. Really.
There's nothing to do here but wait. I'll call you later.
- Let you know what's going on with Ian. - Yeah.
[YEVGENY CRYING]
Good morning, Illinois.
Hey, why are you crying?
It's a beautiful morning, you know?
Oh, hey, you need a new diaper, don't you?
Hey, hey, hey. Shh. You're gonna scare Mr. Sun away.
Okay, okay, okay.
Diapers.
Where are diapers?
No diaper.
Hey, Yevy, look what I found.
Motörhead, yeah.
Heavy-metal diaper.
[HUMMING HEAVY METAL MUSIC]
You're gonna be a big badass. All the other babies are gonna look at you.
You're such a big badass, they're gonna go running...
Crawling away in fear.
Why are you still crying?
Hungry.
It's morning. Babies get hungry in the morning.
No food, but we're near an aqueduct.
We can forage. We can hunt. We can get wild greens, okay?
We go now. We hunt like men.
One, two, three. Up, up and away.
[PHONE RINGING]
Left, left, left, right, left.
All right, this is the 200th time I'm calling and you not picking up.
I'm starting to get fucking homicidal.
Call me the fuck back, Ian.
I'm worried about you. I love you.
Call me back.
- I call Nika to take me. - What?
Hospital. Contractions, and water breaks on sofa while I watch TV.
Nice outfit, you a Mormon now?
Have to wear shitty clothes for surrogate baby parents.
When I sell this baby, I want my Yevgeny back...
...in my bed to sleep, where he belongs.
- In my bed or I call the cops... - You need to stop with the cops.
- No cops. - Yes, cops.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Yevgeny?
[IN RUSSIAN]
No, no. No more fucking Russian, either. I hate that Boris-and-Natasha shit.
You get the money before you hand the baby over.
We don't take checks or "pay you in installments" crap.
We take cash. Or cashier's check or whatever.
Or we find some other infertile yuppie idiot to buy your broken-condom kid.
No Yevgeny, then cops.
Go.
Get out. Now. I want you out, now.
Right.
JIMMY: Morning.
Any coffee?
- I think I really fucked up. - Kev and I are separating.
- What? - He doesn't notice I'm alive.
He has no sex drive. The only thing he cares about is the babies.
- Kev moved out? - No. Couch.
Can you even say that you're married to someone if you're not having sex?
It's like aliens abducted his body while I was in labor...
...and replaced him with someone who looks like Kev, talks like Kev, but isn't Kev.
What about the babies?
I don't know. This just isn't working for me.
No, I mean, where are they?
Kevin and I got in a fight and they started crying.
He started yelling at me because they were crying, like it was my fault...
...and the only way I can get him to look at me is knock him upside the head with a pan.
- You hit him in the head with a pan? - No. Hell, no.
- Whose side are you on? - I'm not on anyone's side.
No? You better be. And the side better be my side.
Okay, sure, of course.
So where are Kevin and the girls?
We started fighting and then he took them to the park, because they come first. Always.
Shit. I gotta go.
I've gotta take a shower, go to the Alibi and open up.
What did you want to talk about?
Nothing. We can up catch up later.
Thank you.
- I love you. - Love you too.
[SIGHS]
- You Deadly Debbie? - Huh?
From YouTube? Kicking those two girls' asses?
Yeah.
That was me.
You think you can kick my ass?
Yo, Deadly Debbie.
Jesus, I showed you a couple of moves...
...didn't know you were gonna go Chuck Norris on me.
Hey, Gabowski, how was your summer?
You finish the community service for that solicitation beef?
Fuck you, Derek.
Wouldn't you like to, but I hear you're behind on your shots.
Later, Debbie.
Making enemies already?
She wanted me to kick her ass.
You're famous. Lots of idiots are gonna wanna try, get it up on the web.
- Think I can? - Kick her ass?
- You think you can? - I don't know.
- I can go, maybe... - Thanks.
You didn't find him?
- You coming or not? - Not.
- We need towels. AMANDA: Can you go without me?
I'll reimburse you for my half.
- White work? AMANDA: White's great.
Thanks, Muff, appreciate it.
- What the hell was that? - I think she's interested in me.
No shit. What are you gonna do?
- I don't know. It's kind of intriguing. - Really?
Isn't that what college is about?
Checking out a bunch of different things, keeping yourself open to new horizons.
Hang on a sec.
- This is no interest? - For the first six months.
Three-thousand-dollar credit limit to start and you get 10,000 frequent flier miles.
LIP: You need another credit card? - I need a credit card.
Dad took away all my cards after that thing with the Prada bag, and then H&M.
- What, they just give you a card? - They'll give you 10 if you want.
We're the future, they're meth dealers.
Give you your first hits free, get you hooked. I'll run it up and beg Daddy to pay it.
Turn on the tears, say I love him, promise to come home for Christmas.
He always caves.
Hey, I'm gonna catch up with you.
- Be right there. - Okay.
Hey, Ian, it's Lip. Where the fuck are you?
Hello, little man. Are you hungry?
Okay, I'm gonna get some apple sauce. Want some apple sauce?
You like that. Maybe some peas?
And getting some Red Bull too.
That's not for you, though.
Okay. There it is.
All right.
Peas and thank you.
All right. And $20 on number one, please. Thanks.
Right. Uh...
Can you...? Can you just hold him?
Here, that's, uh, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19.
Uh...
Sixty-five... Seven. Sixty-seven.
- That's not enough, right? - Right.
Um...
No. No. And so I'm just gonna get... Can I get a couple diapers...
- ...and not the whole pack? - No.
Okay, uh, how much do I have left for gas if I just don't get any diapers?
- Nine twenty-seven. - Okay, 9.27 on one.
Hang on. Hang on a minute. Um, here.
- Here's $5 for the diapers. - Okay.
Thank you so much. Thank you. You're very nice.
- You're a very nice lady. - You're welcome.
No, really. You're amazing. You're very nice.
Thank you so much. Thank you.
You and me both.
[YEVGENY CRYING]
You can't do that here.
You can't change him here.
Right. Okay.
Thank you.
Bye-bye, nice lady. Say bye-bye.
Bye-bye. Bye-bye, nice lady. Thank you.
SEAN: Order up. - Two more fries and a BLT.
Husband Gus came looking for you this morning.
- Thanks, I saw him. - So he found you?
Yup. And a Reuben, light kraut.
So who was the guy you were beating the shit out of yesterday?
Old boyfriend.
Did you sleep with him?
Figured you must have after you punched him in the face six times.
Hey, uh, Jackie's getting out of the hospital this afternoon.
Already? You picking her up?
No, her parole officer.
What, why? You called her?
It's part of the deal hiring her. Gotta call the PO if she relapses.
Fuck that. She's trying. Give her another chance.
She's had plenty. I'm not gonna be enabling her.
She violates parole, she goes back.
Hey, girlfriend's here.
FIONA: Oh, shit.
SEAN: I thought that was your big tipper. - Yeah, it's complicated.
It always is with you.
Order up.
Coffee and a piece of peach pie you won't eat?
I think I'll leave the apple à la mode untouched today.
- Are you and Jimmy lovers? - No. He's not my type.
You're my type.
- Heh. I picked up on that. - Really? I'm usually pretty good at hiding it.
- Why are you here? - I need him to make a decision.
If he stays, I have to make other arrangements.
- Other arrangements for what? - Business.
So is he gonna stay?
I don't know.
I don't know if he's gonna stay.
What mother doesn't care if they're crying...
...or if they're getting a rash, or not sleeping...
...or if we're giving enough eye contact? Worrying if the house is safe?
They can hang themselves on curtain strings. Electrical outlets are a nightmare.
Toilets? Toilets? Toilets. Kids drown in toilets all the time.
Close the lid. You gotta be on it all the time.
I mean, what kind of person doesn't worry about this shit?
My wife, that's who. That's who doesn't worry. Sleeps right through the night.
What kind of mother can sleep through her children crying, huh?
What kind of person, Julie?
What kind, huh?
You know that me jerking you off was a one-time thing, right?
Carol, Svetlana's asking for you. She only wants Mrs. Hewitt.
- We'll come get you when it's time. - Oh, okay.
You need something?
Hmm?
Waiting can be very stressful.
Yeah.
One hundred for the mouth.
Two hundred for the...
Do you think we enough time?
- I don't want to miss the birth... - Yeah.
Baby takes hours to come.
Baby needs a new pair of shoes, right?
Back in a flash with the cash.
How's it going, guys?
Let's take a walk.
[CRYING]
It's okay.
[GROANING]
Help.
- Anybody? SAMMI: We need to find something filthy...
...and ripped to put on Liam.
The food bank always give us extra stuff if they think we're homeless.
FRANK: Help me. I can't get up. Help.
- I need help. SAMMI: You been taking your meds?
- Have you been giving them to me? SAMMI: Not my job.
Your job. You don't care for your family, can't even make sure Chuckie and me...
...have a roof over our heads, but we're supposed to take care of you?
Okay, hands up. Skin turn yellow?
- A bit, yeah. SAMMI: Probably rejecting your liver.
Okay, Chuckie, you finish getting dressed.
Okay? Nothing nice.
Maybe that shirt with the bloodstains on it from when you tried skateboarding.
Chuck-o, help your old pap, will you?
And don't help your grandfather, Chuckie. He doesn't care about us.
Liam, get me the phone, huh, buddy?
Fruit of my loin.
- Apple of your pappy's eye. SAMMI: You too Liam.
- Don't help him. FRANK: Liam.
Jesus.
[GROANING]
Little cocoa ingrate.
Help.
- That's him. - Hey, what are you doing?
MAN: This your car, sir? Sir, you can't leave a baby alone in a locked car on a hot day.
WOMAN: I saw him get into a car and just drive off.
You scared him. What are you doing?
Sir, we were concerned for the safety of the child.
You called the cops?
I get into a car for one second, and you call the cops?
- Are you kidding me? - She did the right thing, sir.
Now, why don't you calm down?
Calm down? You're telling me to calm down?
Trying to steal my baby. Telling me to calm down.
Are you on something, sir? Drugs?
Drugs? Am I on fucking drugs?
You're the one who's trying to steal my baby. You're the baby thieves.
You're the ones trying to take my baby. What is wrong with you?
Who sent you? Did Jesus send you?
- Did Jesus send you? - Nobody sent us.
- We're just here to help, okay? - Don't lie to me.
Why did he send you? Get the fuck away from me.
Stay away.
Stop. Stop.
Come on.
Help me. They want to steal my baby. They're trying to steal him.
They're Gabriel's demons.
That's right. Please. Help.
Help me, please. Please help me.
Help me, help me, help me.
No tests. No tests. No, no, no.
- Hold on. Hold on. - No. No tests. No tests. Get away!
- Get away! - Calm down.
Please.
MAN: Calm down. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Please. I'm so sorry.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
What the hell are you doing here?
I was running an errand down the block for work.
- Thought you might have heard from Ian. MICKEY: No.
- Beretta Px4 Storm. - Don't touch it.
- So nothing from Ian? - What the fuck do you think?
Saw it a couple of times with my mom, Monica.
Kind of scary, weird stuff.
Climbed to the top of our roof and thought she was a bird.
- She jump? - No. The firemen came, got her down.
- Want a beer? - Sure.
Got any weed? Heard you're working a corner.
Smoking the product is bad business, eats into profits.
Good thinking, kid. You might just make it out there.
Not a white man's game anymore.
[BELCHES]
Two points.
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah.
Okay.
Cops got Ian and the baby.
Where the fuck is Terre Haute?
So how long are we gonna wait?
- Little bit longer. - Are you sure she still cares about you?
Yes.
- We gotta leave for Dubai soon. - I know.
- Very soon. - I know. There she is.
I've been calling you for hours.
Tough day.
Ian?
- Look, we gotta talk. - I'm not sure I'm up for it tonight.
Fuck, my phone's dead.
JIMMY: I don't know what to say.
Then don't say anything.
What are you looking for?
My phone charger. Somebody's always taking it. Fuck.
- I'm sorry. - Fucking Sammi, probably. Shit.
No. I'm sorry for everything that's happened.
[SCOFFS]
That supposed to be enough?
- I should have been here. - Yeah. Yeah. You should have.
- I thought about you every single day. - Don't.
- You left. You didn't come back. - I know.
I love you.
Don't do that again.
I love you. I love everything about you.
- Please. What do you want from me? - I am so, so sorry.
I love you.
Fuck.
Stop. Stop. Jimmy, stop.
[FIONA SOBBING]
Please go home.
Go home.
Fuck.
- Fiona? - I'm just getting her voice mail.
- Want me to try texting her again? - Can't hurt.
- I'm sorry, I should have listened to you. - Yeah, you should have.
I didn't know things could get this bad.
It can get worse...
...get much worse.
WOMAN: Mr. Gallagher?
How are you feeling, Frank?
- I've felt better. - I would hope so.
We've started you on Prednisone to decrease the inflammation in your liver.
Also Lasix to bring down your fluid levels.
You were quite jaundiced when you arrived.
Have you been taking your antirejection meds?
My bitch of a new-found daughter hasn't been giving them to me.
Your daughter has been keeping your medications away from you?
No, but she was supposed to make sure I take them.
Mr. Gallagher, you are a 51 -year-old man with a new liver transplant.
You should be able to take responsibility for your own medications...
...unless you're mentally incapacitated.
Are you mentally incapacitated?
- Mentally incapacitated? - Retarded. Are you retarded, Frank?
- No. - Then get your shit together.
- Am I gonna lose the liver? - No.
But we ran a tox screen and blood-alcohol level as part of your work-up on admittance.
I was happily surprised to find there was no alcohol in your system.
- You're welcome. - However...
...we did find traces of cocaine, marijuana and opiates.
If I were to hazard a guess, my money would be on OxyContin.
Great stuff. Guy who invented it should be on the Nobel short list.
This is no joke, Frank. Somebody gave their life so you could live.
Well, technically, I think he was pretty much dead...
...before they started divvying up the body parts.
I'm loading you up on antibiotics...
...and a new round of antirejection meds...
...and I'll be sending you home in a couple of hours.
If you don't take care of this liver, you're shit out of luck.
Nobody's giving you another one.
[BARKING]
- You coming? - I should probably stay in the car.
- Why? - I might have a pound of weed on me.
- Christ, there's a pound? - Give or take.
All right, you can stay in the car. But we're gonna talk about this later, all right?
Hey, excuse me.
I got a call about my brother being in here? Ian Gallagher?
Yeah, that's me. I was the arresting officer.
Does your brother have a history of mental illness?
Yes.
He was acting irrationally, left a baby locked inside of a hot car...
...and ran away when we tried to question him.
- Is the baby okay? - Yes, he's sleeping in back.
- Is the baby your brother's baby? - No, he's mine.
You're the father?
Who are you in relationship to Mr. Gallagher?
His partner.
Lover. Family. You know?
We took Mr. Gallagher to the ER. They gave him a sedative.
It seemed to calm him down, but he's clearly a troubled kid.
Is he under arrest?
He'll face some charges, but we're not gonna hold him.
His car went to impound. You won't get that processed for a couple days.
You'll have to pay the tow charges.
You need to get him some help.
Yes, sir. We know.
Hey. Hey, come here.
Hi.
Yours?
He's a cute kid. Good sleeper too.
I've got one about his age at home.
You're a lucky man.
Thank you.
Yes, sir.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
We can get him committed even if he doesn't wanna go.
We can just...
...tell them that he kidnapped the kid, right? They have to take him.
There's gotta be some kind of, like, "danger to others" law, right?
No, it could be complicated.
Well, if he won't go, I'm just gonna call the fucking cops.
Tell them that he stole the baby. They'll...
They'll put him away for a while.
At least he'll be getting some kind of fucking help.
You did okay, Mickey.
You know, you tried.
That's a lot more than most people would do.
MAN [SINGING]: Now my heart, s heavy
Like a stone-cold mess tonight
I'm doing my best to convince myself
That she won't cry for daddy tonight
'Cause I'm leaving you behind
- Morning. - Morning.
Coffee's on the counter.
Thanks.
Oh, um, your phone kept going off, but I didn't think I should wake you.
Thanks.
Anyway, the next part, it's, uh...
[SINGING] Nothing will change her mind
Stranger days are now a part our lives
Lip?
Jesus.
Ian, fuck.
Are you okay?
Yeah?
Okay.
Ian? Just need your signature.
Mr. Gallagher?
Can I go in with him?
No, I'm sorry.
[English - US - SDH]