Whatever you were looking at last week was not nearly as attractive as me.
You know it and I know it.
So clearly, your priorities are fucked up.
Here's what you missed.
- Motherfucker. - You got married?
What was I supposed to do? Sit on my porch hoping one day you'd show back up?
- Bedrooms are all locked. - Where am I supposed to sleep?
Back to the gutter you stepped in last night or you're on the couch.
Have you been taking your meds?
My bitch of a newfound daughter hasn't been giving them to me.
Are you retarded, Frank? You should take responsibility for your medications.
VERONICA: Kev and I are separating. - What?
He doesn't notice me. Only thing he cares about is the babies.
Debbie. Making enemies already?
Didn't know you were gonna go all Chuck Norris on me.
- You okay? - That's the nicest thing...
...anyone's done for me.
- What the hell happened? - Crazy boy took my baby.
He needs to be put away to crazy people place and put electric in his head.
Get him committed even if he doesn't wanna go.
They just need your signature.
MICKEY: They have to take him.
At least he'll be getting some kind of fucking help.
- You still love me. - No, I don't.
Liar.
GUS: What you doing?
Escaping a fire?
Hey. Worried about Ian?
Come here. He'll be out in a few days.
No.
I have to tell you something.
What's wrong?
I slept with my ex.
Recently?
Since we've been married?
Yesterday.
We had sex yesterday.
Good morning, ladies.
Rise and shine, mijos. Breakfast in 30.
Where am I?
MAN 1: Last I checked, Cook County psych ward.
This is a mistake.
Take it up with the doc. You'll see her later today.
Sort of feels like you have oatmeal brain, doesn't it?
MAN 2: It's from the sedation.
It'll wear off eventually.
- Where are my real clothes? - Storage.
I need to get home.
Seventy-two hours, mijo. Seventy-two hours.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Go away.
BOY: Lip, come on, I'm locked out.
Look, I'm not on duty until 7, all right?
BOY: Lip. Open the door. - Jesus, fuck.
Coming.
- Dude, again? - I'm sorry.
This is the third time this has happened and you only been here a day.
Next time, tie your key to your dick, all right?
Watch out, sixth grade. Third time's the charm.
What the hell?
Yo, shut the fucking door.
Carl, Chuckie, get your asses down here...
...or I'm giving your pancakes to the next homeless guy I see.
You stole that from the homeless shelter, so full circle.
I earned it fair and square. Told them I'm raising seven kids alone.
Except only one is yours, and three don't live here anymore.
Yes, hi, I'm calling about Ian Gallagher.
Yeah, he was admitted last night. Yeah, what are your visiting hours?
Two to 3.
And can anyone visit?
SAMMI: Easy, Liam.
Chubby cheeks are cute only for so long on black men.
DEBBIE: What do you consider a minor?
Oh. Um, okay, thank you.
Sixteen and over.
SAMMI: Don't worry, Debs.
Ian will be fine. He'll be home in three days.
Chuckie turned on the chocolate faucet upstairs in the bathroom.
Ew, he's making hot sloppys?
- Uh-oh. I know what this is about. - The six churros he ate last night?
No, he's nervous to start at a new school. It's his fourth one.
He gets beat up. A lot.
Way too much lip liner, young lady.
- When did you become my mother? - I've had enough back talk from you.
She's putting on makeup to get out of the friend zone with Derek.
We're not in the friend zone.
How does he touch your arm? If he punches it, means you guys are friends.
- If he squeezes it, means he likes you. - It's none of your business.
Carl, do me a favor.
What do I get for it?
Favors are supposed to come from your heart.
You realize who you're talking to, right?
Take Chuckie under your wing. Make sure kids don't pick on him, okay?
Nunchakus and a pack of condoms.
- Okay, fine. - Magnum.
Chuckles, let's go.
- Good morning, delicious family. SAMMI: What are you doing here?
Take more than that to get rid of me, my bastard of a daughter.
CARL: Where were you? - Hospital.
CARL: Hospital?
- Why? - Someone tried to sabotage me...
...by withholding my meds.
That'll never happen again. You know why?
Because taking my medication is my responsibility.
I'm an adult.
I don't need anyone for anything ever again.
SAMMI: Get out of my house, Frank.
DEBBIE: Your house?
I'm gonna go take a nap on the couch, the couch that belongs to moi.
Toodaloo.
- You should quit while you're ahead. - He'll out-Frank you every time.
KEVIN: How long are you gonna stay here? - Don't know.
Hey, Rochelle. Marta.
- What are you gonna tell the twins? - They're 8 months.
- They don't understand anything. - They understand vibes.
It's not like I'm never gonna see them. We'll figure out a schedule.
Why are you doing this, V?
- We need space, Kev. - What for?
- To think. - I don't need to think.
I wanna have my family back again.
- We were never a family. - How can you say that?
We had kids, you became a family with them.
That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard.
Have you fucked me? Focused on me even for a second?
It takes two to tangle.
Tango, and I've tried to fuck you plenty of times.
- What about the girls? - What?
I don't mean have you tried to fuck the girls? Jesus.
I mean, have you tried to focus on them?
- I can't have this fight again. - You can't have this again.
Once I start making sense, you can't talk about it.
See? This is why we need space.
It's not even space. You're moving in with four milkmaids.
- No offense, ladies. VERONICA: They're only here a few hours.
- While I'm at the Alibi. - Oh, so you need nighttime space?
I don't know what kind of space. I just need space.
Take all the space you need. I'll be by myself while Veronica takes her space.
You won't be by yourself, you'll be with your precious angels...
...who you run for every second.
Well, I'm so sorry, they can't take care of themselves.
Please, you'll be running after them when they're 35.
At least one parent will.
- Get out. - My pleasure.
Here's your last stupid box.
Ugh. The hell are you doing? Go. This is going nowhere.
- Yeah, I was just leaving. - After I told you to leave.
No, no, no, I was thinking about it way before you said anything.
- Is that my shirt? - Thanks.
Uh...
I can give it back.
I was just looking for something to wear.
There was a mess, so I started to straighten up.
I organize when I'm nervous.
I cook.
Eat.
I'm not very hungry.
Yeah, me either.
I'm sorry.
I thought we'd make it a year before we hit our first bump.
Yeah.
I mean, if we were just dating, it'd be easy to walk away, but...
Why'd you sleep with him?
It just happened.
We were unfinished.
Is it still unfinished?
I want to meet him.
What?
Yeah, Jimmy. Or Steve. Whatever the hell his name is.
- Why? - Just talk.
Sort things out.
Learn more about you, see what I'm dealing with.
Otherwise, my brain is just gonna fill in the blanks.
Okay.
MAN: It's French toast.
For breakfast.
Look, I need to get home. I'm not supposed to be here.
Yeah, me too. I'm not supposed to be here either.
Well, I am.
- Is that the way out? - What are you doing? Back in line.
You hear me?
You wanna be sedated again?
Mickey's waiting for me, and Yevgeny.
I need to see Fiona.
I'll ask you one more time, do you want me to sedate your dumb turkey ass?
You gonna chill out?
Shut the fuck up? I can let you go?
Yes.
Now, get back in line and go eat some French toast, huh?
Oh, fuck. No fucking way.
Hey. Yo, man, is this the line for the Registrar's Office?
No. Arcade Fire tickets.
Yeah, it's the Registrar's Office.
Hey, look, is everyone in line because their schedules got fucked?
- Yup. - Yeah.
Shit.
The hell are you doing?
Packing up I Love Lucy's things.
What for? He doesn't need that at the hospital.
Not for hospital. For moving out.
He's not moving out. He's gone for three days.
- Can't stay here. - The fuck he can't. Says who?
He stole baby.
Relax.
Everything is fine.
- The baby's back safe and sound. - Could happen again.
- It's not gonna happen again. - Because he doesn't live here anymore.
You can't just kick him out. He's sick.
He has a disease, like fucking cancer.
- Would you kick him out if he had cancer? - If cancer makes him steal baby, yes.
You know what? It's not your fucking house, is it?
The way I see it, you're freeloading here.
So if you don't like it, the front door is plenty wide enough for you to walk out...
...find yourself somewhere else to live.
CAROL: Where's the squeaky toy?
[TOY SQUEAKING]
Where's the squeaky toy?
Hey.
I moved her in. Place is a dump.
- What are you guys doing? - Developing their eye and hand coordination.
So, um, does this mean you guys have broken up?
- Where's the squeaky toy? - No, no, we're not broken up.
I don't think we're broken up. You think Veronica wants to be?
How am I supposed to know?
So this a separation, then? I mean, you're just pressing the pause button?
What is the difference? I don't know. Neither.
Dominick.
Yes, he found his because he's the smartest of the three.
You should've fucked the sense right back into her.
Please, not you too.
God gave you that joystick to control your woman, and you just let it dangle.
This is not all my fault.
If she was a little bit more into our kids, maybe it'd turn me on and I could fuck her.
- Well, you do have a point there. - I do?
Nothing sexier than seeing the person you love be a good parent.
Exactly.
I remember the way my Reginald used to throw Veronica and her brother in the air.
Got my juices flowing.
Okay, my daughters have heard enough.
Here you go, Amy. Here you go, Gemma, here are your toys.
And you're just as smart as Dominick too.
Look, I'll talk to V after work, okay?
Thanks.
Bye-bye. Bye-bye, D.
Bye-bye. Bye, girls. Now, say bye-bye.
Say bye-bye.
Bye-bye.
[MAROON 5'S "MAPS" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
[SINGING] Following, following to you The map that leads to you
- We'll listen to the rest on the way home. - Okay, cool.
GIRL 1: Oh, come on. GIRL 2: No.
DEREK: Yo, what up?
BOY: Whoa, there, watch it.
DEREK: What's up?
Nice. What's up?
- I swear. - That's kind of class...
- Hey, you guys met Debbie yet? - Hi.
- Hey. - Hi.
What's up, Debbie?
- Okay, gotta run to class. Talk to you later? - Yeah.
Dad.
If we both apologize, we can move on.
Start over as father and daughter. Dad?
Okay, I'll start.
Sorry I withheld your meds, but you had it coming the way you've been treating me.
I'm the only one in this family who really cares about you.
Are you listening? I know you're awake.
It's your turn to apologize now.
[BELL RINGS]
I'm going to class.
- Mom said you'd take me under your wing. - Doesn't mean I was telling the truth.
[GROANS]
- What's wrong? - Ow. My stomach.
Is this a scam?
- You're really gonna shit your pants? - I did a little.
Jesus. All right.
You see those kids over there?
You're gonna go push into them.
Watch what you're doing, fuckwad.
What's the matter, ass head, you lose your balance?
If you ever pick on ass head again, I'm gonna chew your nuts off with my teeth.
And not in a gay way.
You too. Spread the word.
- That was awesome. - You owe me.
You're my slave now.
When I text you, you run.
Okay, Uncle Carl.
Next.
Hi, how's it going? Uh, listen, my class schedule didn't come through.
- Let me check that out for you. - Thank you.
"Calc 2, Intro To Mass Transfer, Thermo 2."
- Can you tell me what lecture hall they're in? - Not at this time.
Looks like your schedule's on a temporary suspension.
Why?
- Insufficient tuition funds. - That's impossible. I have a grant.
Yeah, well, you're gonna have to take that up with the Financial Aid office.
- So I stood in this line for nothing? - Yeah.
All right, well, where's the Financial Aid office?
It's across campus, it's Riley Hall.
Next.
Hey. Could you guys do me a favor?
Oh, come on!
Here you go, Linus.
Thank you.
So, V, now that you and Kev are over, this mean we can have a little go-around?
- The hell you talking about? We're not over. - The way you were ogling Linus.
I'm a bartender, he's a customer.
- I'm 20 pounds away from looking like him. - In whose fun house mirror?
Hey. What are you doing?
Hey. I think I screwed up everything with Gus.
How?
I slept with Jimmy.
- Jimmy? Jimmy "Steve" Jimmy? - Yeah.
He's back and I'm just hearing this now?
- You have your own shit. - She's living upstairs.
That your business to tell?
- You moved out? - No. Maybe.
SVETLANA: What, you live upstairs now? - Jesus.
I don't know. Yes.
Oh, shit.
- How's it going, V? - Where the hell have you been?
Work. Travel.
You look good.
FIONA: What the hell are you doing here?
JIMMY: How's Ian?
Going to visit him in the psych ward now.
I'm sorry.
My husband would like to meet you.
- Why? - Talk.
- Get to know you. - That's not why.
He wants to see if we still have chemistry.
- Clearly, we don't. - Clearly.
Clearly.
Just meet us at Patsy's Pies. I'll text you the time later.
I'll be there.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
I'm leaving for Dubai tonight.
I want you to come with me.
- What? - You can enjoy the town while I work.
It's a big job. It's the biggest I've ever had.
Won't have to work again.
It'll set me up for life. It'll set us up for life.
You keep forgetting. I'm married.
Then why'd you sleep with me?
- I have to go visit Ian. - Yeah.
[HORNS HONKING]
MAN 1: Hey!
WOMAN: Wake up!
What the...?
MAN 2: Hey, dipshit!
Oh, God.
That's a nice choice. Nice choice, you fuck.
Fuck you.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
"Roger said to Rita...
...we need to find our dog Scruffy.
- Where di...?" - Here you go, Uncle Carl.
BOY: "Did he go into the library?" - We interrupting you?
No, I'm fine.
The story was just getting good. Continue.
BOY: "Rita says..."
Amy, please stop crying, I'm gonna feed you in a second.
[SCREAMS]
Son of a bitch, that's hot!
All right, just one more second.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
What? Who is it?
Gemma, can you please just be careful with that in your mouth? Calm down, calm down.
Hey, what's going on?
What's with the suitcase?
I was just about to feed the girls.
- I'll do it. - It's okay, it's okay.
Veronica says to me she sleeps above Alibi.
Yeah, just for a little bit. It's no big deal.
I no longer live in Milkovich house.
- What? Why? - Danny Bonaduce takes baby.
- It's not safe anymore. - Okay.
- I stay here now. - Yeah, no, that's not gonna work.
Why? I sleep on couch. I eat two meals, for me and Yevgeny.
In exchange, I do cook, clean. Wifely duties.
I guess that's not a bad idea.
Yeah, all right, well, you know, just for a little bit, because V's gonna come back soon.
Just temporary. Two days max.
Fine. I clean until then.
GIRL: I started when I was, like, 4.
Fuck.
What are you doing?
- I need to talk to you. - I'm calling the principal.
Put your phone down unless you want me to beat you up again.
What do you want?
How do I get out of the friend zone with a guy?
- Who is it? - What's the difference?
You expect me to help after what you did to me and Ellie?
Tell me what to do!
Jesus, all right. Hormonal much?
Just fucking touch him, a lot. On the leg and stuff, near his dick.
That's gonna work? You're not messing with me?
Yes, it's gonna work. Can I please just go now? You're really freaking me out.
WOMAN: Right in here.
- How's your day going? - Not so good if I just waited two hours to talk.
Well, let's see if we can't fix that. Here, have a seat.
The registrar said my financial aid pack was incomplete.
- Your last name? - Gallagher.
All right.
"Phillip Gallagher. Sophomore. Class of 2018."
- That's me. - I was class of '86. Feels like yesterday.
- Sometimes it feels like a hundred years ago. - Eighty-six? You look good.
- Probiotics. - I'll remember that.
You have an outstanding balance of $12,750.
What? No, I have a government grant to cover that.
Hasn't posted yet. You fill out the forms?
- Last year. - Need to do it every year.
Forms should've been sent to your house in summer.
Registered mail. Is this your correct address?
Yeah.
You think someone could've signed for them, forgot to tell you?
- At my house, anything's possible. - I suggest you track those down.
Okay, thanks.
In the meantime, how do you wanna take care of the 12,000 and change?
- Uh, I'm gonna go find those grant forms. - Won't be processed in time.
Money can be applied for next semester...
...but there's an outstanding balance for this semester.
Is there anybody who could write you a check?
My family didn't give me a registered letter, you think they can write me a check for that?
I'll give you a 10-day grace period to get us the money.
Okay.
If you're not paid up, your class spots goes to those on the wait list.
I understand. Thank you.
BOY 1: Later, Chuckie. GIRL: Bye, Chuckie.
BOY 2: Bye, Chuck. - Oh, man, this is so great.
Not sure who's getting the better end of the deal.
Chuckie, son, I need a favor. Give me your phone. Come here.
Sit down. Thanks, thanks, thanks.
Here, take that off, yes, all right, good. Here you go.
- Take this. - This day keeps getting better.
Hey, kid.
Take our picture, will you?
Here. Okay, nice and tight.
Good smile.
All right. Beat it.
Well, she's no Herb Ritts, but it'll do.
Send that to Sammi.
Give me that. Give it to me.
And text her, telling her you're having the best day you've ever had in your life...
...with your old man whom you love so much.
- Hey. - Hi.
- You didn't go in yet? - Figured I'd wait for you.
This place is already wigging me out.
Yeah. Imagine you're 8 seeing your mom here for the first time.
Jesus. No, thanks.
- Can I help you? - Hi. We're here to see Ian Gallagher.
IDs?
Lip texted. He's gonna be late.
- Relationship to the patient? FIONA: Sister.
- You? - Boyfriend.
WOMAN: Visiting hours are until 3.
You're allowed to travel within the perimeter of the hospital.
It's recommended that conversations stay light and upbeat.
Please wear these at all times in a visible location.
Through the security gate, a guard on the other side will escort you to the rec room.
[GATE BUZZES]
MAN: Hey, you wanna sign up for a Visa card?
No, thanks.
Actually, no, maybe.
Application takes five minutes. Long as you have a college ID, you'll be approved.
- What's the catch? - There's no catch.
Just helping the youth of America get a leg up.
We're offering no payments for the first six months and $1000 credit limit.
- Can I take out a cash advance? - Soon as I hand you a card...
...and you walk to the ATM in the student union.
All right.
Okay, you need to push the fuck back, nut job.
Sorry.
- There is a seat right here. - No, it's cool.
Look, it's fine. You can just keep staring at me. It's cool.
[DOOR OPENS]
There he is. Hey.
How are you doing, sweet face?
Are we going home?
In a couple days, yeah.
Brought you a pie from work.
And look who's here. Mickey's here.
What's up?
- Should we sit? - Yeah, let's fucking sit, yeah.
FIONA: Okay.
Hanging in there?
Mm-hm.
The food any good?
Yeah, everyone's good on our end, right?
Yeah.
MAN [ON TV]: Sorry, dude.
Guess what. I got married.
It was kind of impulsive, and I might have even messed it up because...
Where's Yevgeny?
He's at home. He's totally fine.
You're gonna see him real soon.
Where are you going?
I'm tired.
- You okay? - Mm-hm.
Yeah.
- It's just the sedation. - I'm going to, uh...
I'm gonna go.
Oh.
Yeah.
Oh, V.
Yeah... What the hell?
My proposition includes cook, clean and wifely duties.
No, no, no, that's okay. You don't have to do this. This isn't right.
- But your wife, she leaves you. - No, we're just taking a break. A pause.
A time to think.
Space, space, yeah, we're in space.
- You do not know rules yet? - We didn't make any.
So oral manipulation of penis is okay.
No, no, no, it's not okay.
- It does not feel good? - No, it fucking feels amazing, but...
- So I continue. - No...
Oh, God. No, no, no.
Okay, yeah.
Yeah, this is like V giving me a blowjob.
Or it's like V staring at me getting a blow job.
We have to stop. We have to stop. What are you doing?
Oh, no, no... Holy fuck. Mother of God.
[MOANING]
Consider it like rent check.
I go mop now.
- You trolling for dudes on Facebook? - I don't know what I'm doing.
Catching up with old friends, okay?
Wow. Eddie Murphy, look at you.
What, the Eddie Murphy?
Different one. Guy I used to date in high school.
He didn't look like this back then, though.
You know, I'm only 20 pounds away from looking like that guy.
Good try. Again. I'm gonna poke his ass, see what he's up to now.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
VERONICA: Hello to you too, Mother.
- Did you move out? - I don't wanna talk about it.
Not here to talk. I'm here to knock some sense into you. Hey, be right back.
Pour me a Chablis, would you?
You need to go home.
It's none of your business.
Gentlemen, let me know when I can get you two more, okay?
Those babies need you.
Kev's got it covered.
V.
- V, you got a man that loves you. - He loves the babies more.
That is not true. Love is an infinite renewable source.
- What? - Dr. Phil.
Mom, Kevin hasn't fucked me in almost a year.
[CHOKES]
- Damn. - Exactly.
So that's why she's into Eddie Murphy now.
Eddie Murphy the comedian or that scrawny fool from high school?
- He's pretty muscular these days. - Kev bailed on me and him, Mom.
So why am I the bad guy here?
How many baby daddy you know in the ghetto that stick around?
Kev is a good one. Don't blow it.
[SINGING] I was there for you In your darkest times
I was there for you In your...
Well, this is my house.
Okay. Bye, see you tomorrow.
What the hell is going on?
I don't want you as my friend. I want you as my boyfriend.
Look at me. I'm nice, funny, smart, and I'd fuck up anyone that hurts you.
I'm sick of having to change who I am, wait till I'm older...
...or rape someone into being with me.
I like you, and I'd be a great girlfriend, and if you can't see that, screw you.
- I like you too. - You do?
I drive you home, I spend time with you. What do you think?
- But you punched me in the arm. - Huh?
Nothing. Never mind.
Oh, my God, he likes me.
- Uh, pick me up for school tomorrow? - Yeah.
WOMAN: How you feeling, Ian?
Better. Not so foggy.
Good.
- Does that mean I can leave now? - You signed an authorization to be admitted.
My family wanted me to.
Why's that?
They think I have what my mother has.
Which is what?
Bipolar.
Are you bipolar?
How do you know your mother was?
Shit she... Stuff she did.
Like what?
Like she tried to kill herself.
And then would take us on a shopping spree.
She would sleep depressed for months.
And then would throw us a big party for one of our birthdays.
And then leave us on the street corner to buy drugs. Should I go on?
- Have you done any of those things? - No.
Police report says you stole your lover's baby and took him...
I didn't. They were trying to steal him.
...To Indiana.
- Who was trying to steal him? - We were going to Orlando.
Then the police tried to steal him.
- You know that's not true, right? - Were you there?
I was not.
You ran into a grocery store...
...screaming that Gabriel's demons were trying to take the baby.
I left him for, like, two minutes, okay?
Witness says it was 20.
- She was old. - You put that baby in harm's way.
- I love Yevgeny. - He could have died.
Fiona almost killed Liam. Why isn't she in here?
I know you don't wanna hear this, Ian, but you show signs of bipolar disorder.
Look, with proper medication, it can be managed.
But you need to participate in your treatment.
Why don't we talk again tomorrow?
I painted this and no one made fun of me.
SAMMI: Oh, Chuckie.
I'm so glad you're finally happy at your new school.
And Uncle Carl made me his slave.
- What? - Smells good.
- Where you going? - Eating in the living room.
- We are not barbarians. - Since when?
Chuckie, bring me my food.
Chuckie, you will do no such thing.
- Carl, why is Chuckie your slave? - Needed to sweeten our deal.
- I got you nunchuks and condoms. - I got one on.
Good evening, family unit.
One for you.
And one for you.
I am warning you, Frank, get out.
Here you go, Uncle Carl.
- Cut it up and feed me. - Chuckie, no.
- Hi, Lip. - Did you guys sign for a registered letter?
I don't know.
Does anyone think to get rid of the junk mail?
I am doing the best I can to keep this house afloat, Lip.
Hey, what are you guys watching?
Up.
MMA fighting.
- Cool. - You do not get to eat my food.
- Where could it be? It's from the government. DEBBIE: I didn't touch it.
CARL: Chuckie, get me salt. - Chuckie, no.
DEBBIE: Maybe try the window, Lip. - Are you kidding me?
Chuckie, don't you get that for him, okay?
LIP: Look, this is my scholarship papers, okay?
I can't pay to go back to school this semester because of you guys.
Sorry, Lip, we didn't know.
I just had to take out a $5000 cash advance, okay?
- Can you spot me a 20? - LIP: My credit is ruined...
...because nobody told me about these fucking papers.
We're all adults here, Lip.
Have to take responsibility for our own actions.
We can't rely on each other.
Comes off as needy and desperate.
I am not needy or desperate.
CHUCKIE: Mama! - Put the fucking gun down, Sammi.
This isn't about you, Lip. This is about me and him.
- Is there any dessert? SAMMI: Where the hell you going?
Maybe some Neapolitan ice cream?
SAMMI: Get out. DEBBIE: You're fucking psycho.
If you don't get out right now, I will shoot you.
Go ahead. You don't have the guts.
[CHUCKLES]
You see? I knew you weren't a real Gallagher.
Maybe a freezer...
What the fuck?
CHUCKIE: Mama, I'm scared. - Are you fucking nuts?
Oh, no.
Few inches in any direction, I could've hit a major organ.
I want you to tell me you need me.
No.
Tell me you fucking need me!
Even you aren't that batshit crazy.
Oh, yes, I am.
Aah! Okay. I need you, I need you, I need you. Get if off. Wipe it off.
Oh, Dad.
I knew you did.
Come on. Come on.
I am right here for you.
Let's get you to the hospital.
Chuckie. We'll be home soon. Don't you worry, okay, baby?
Come on, Pops. Everything's gonna be okay.
Hey.
Hey. How's Ian?
Not good. Just out of it.
I'm sorry.
- Yeah. It was hard for his boyfriend. - Mickey?
- You remember. - Of course I do.
He's here.
Let's go in.
- Why are we doing this? - I'll just have a chat. It'll be fine.
- Hey, Fi. You okay? - Uh-huh.
- Hi. JIMMY: How are you doing?
This must be the hubby. How's it going, man?
- How you doing? FIONA: Oh, my...
- God. - What the fuck?
Was this your plan?
- No. I'm sorry. - My nose is not having a good week.
FIONA: Fuck. JIMMY: Holy shit.
Nice to meet you.
It's pretty clean.
- You said you wanted to talk. - I did wanna talk.
Then I saw the smug look on his face. He's a dick.
He said two words to you.
Maybe it's what you told me, maybe I have a good sense of these things.
- You had to punch him? - All right, probably wasn't the smartest thing.
- I gotta go ice my hand, all right? I got a gig. - So that's it? You're just leaving?
Because you said you had unfinished business with him, right?
I'm probably biased, you deserve better than him.
Look at me. Bachelorette.
Shit.
Iggy?
Where are you, numb nuts?
Where the fuck is everybody?
Svet? Unh!
Good bunch of women in there. They actually put my nose back into place.
Husband seems nice.
Except the punching part.
I do love you, you know.
I love you too.
It'd be easy to go back to our life together.
Okay.
Good.
But it's not who we are anymore.
Well, it could be.
It's not who I am anymore.
I used to like the danger and not knowing who you were.
The bad boy.
I'm not going to Dubai anymore.
What?
I canceled the trip.
I'm ready to give up everything for you.
- Why are you doing this? - Because we were right together.
We are right together.
You said this was the biggest job you've had.
I don't care about any of that.
I want us to have a life.
Just tell me you want the same thing.
Just tell me.
Part of me does want that.
But I need something else now.
Gus?
I don't know.
But I know it's not you.
You have to let me go.
You have to let me let you go.
I need you to do that for me.
Take care of yourself, Fiona Gallagher.
FIONA: You take care of yourself.
Whatever the hell your real name is.
MAN: Hi, can I help you? LIP: Yeah, hi, I need a mailbox.
I don't wanna get my mail at my house anymore.
- Oh, sure. Well, let me get you an application. - Thank you.
ANGELA: Fiona.
Hey. You just missed him.
I came to find you, not him.
Wanted to apologize.
I'm sorry I spied on you for that prick.
Okay. Why are you telling me this?
I like you better than I like him.
Well, I'm sorry he canceled the Dubai trip for me.
Oh, the client canceled Dubai this morning.
- What? - Jack's a good thief, Fiona...
...but a shitty person.
Anyway, I gotta run.
Maybe I'll see you around sometime.
Jack.
You shot me.
Drastic times.
None of my kids have shot me.
They don't care about you as much as I do.
I have a bullet in my arm.
No, you don't. Just grazed you.
I love you, Daddy.
Ouch!
- I love you, Daddy. - Yeah. I...
I love you too, Sammi.
I love you too.
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