All language subtitles for s04e11 - emily

You don't know what happened
last week?

Well, I don't have time
to tell you.

I'm busy.

Oh!

What's your dad gonna do
when he gets out of jail

and I tell him you spend all day
with orange boy

rubbing your dicks together?

$500 tomorrow, or I call him.

The day my babies are born,

you steal cash
from the register?

Yeah, your register, my cash.

Empty your fucking pockets.

He's a fucking dead man.

Well, hello.

Roger Running Tree and I
broke up.

But the children, Frank.

Roger and I-- we were gonna
get married and adopt them

before he showed
his true colors.

All I need
is a marriage certificate.

Frank, will you marry me?

It is my honor to declare you
man and wife.

You may kiss the groom.

He's in serious condition,

so they moved him
up the waiting list.

What does that mean?

He's getting a liver.

Need you to meet my mom
and dad for parents' weekend.

Pretend we're together.

Just clean up for a dinner?

No, no cleanup.

I need to scare the living shit
out of them.

Those your brothers
and sisters?

Four of them,
three more in the van.

My family lives in there.

In the supermarket?

No, in the van.

Oh.

Hey, Matthew.

What does she have
that I don't?

Hello?

You don't know
who you messed with, skank.

I don't give a shit
if you're ten years old

and playing with dolls.

You want a war, you got it.

Fiona never came home.

She violated probation.

Hi, Lip.
I'm sorry.

I fucked up.

You're juggling so many things,

and I am just fucking up.

I need some help now.

So you want to go first?

Where are we going?

Looks like
Decatur Correctional.

How far away is that?

Three hours or so.

What?

Hope you peed.

What'd they nab you for?

Huh?

Why you on this bus?

It ain't a sightseeing tour.

I, uh...

I broke probation.

I stabbed my boyfriend's wife
in the stomach a little bit.

Bitch claimed she was pregnant.

Knew she was full of shit

and was saying it
to hold on to him.

Had to prove her wrong, right?

Turns out she wasn't lying.

Oops.

Hey, pops.

How you feeling?

You are looking better today.

Say hi to your grandpa,
Chuckie.

- Can he hear us?
- Of course he can.

That's the only way
he's gonna wake up.

When we tell him how we feel,

it seeps into his subconscious,

it tickles his brain,

and it'll make him
open his eyes soon, okay?

- Come on.
- Okay.

Hi, grandpa.

Mama says we can go
to Ruby Tuesday's

when you wake up.

Hi.

Good morning.

I'm Emily.

I need a new heart.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

What's wrong with yours?

Hey, don't be rude.

Oh, my God.

Don't you "Oh, my God" me,
mister.

This is my son, Chuckie.

I'm Sammi.

I'm Wendy, her mom.

She, uh...
she has cardiomyopathy.

My heart muscle
doesn't pump enough blood

into the rest of my body.

Is that why you look
like a vampire?

Hey, Charles Nevins Slott,
you stop that right now.

Apologize.

I'm sorry.

We are so sorry.

- Oh, God.
- It's okay.

It's okay.

Is Mr. Gallagher
your father?

Sure is.

I don't have a father.

- Emily.
- He left when I got sick.

Mama says that men can't
handle tragedy, so they leave.

Not everybody needs to hear
our dirty laundry, Emily.

No, don't worry about us.

We have the dirtiest laundry
in Chicago.

Is Mr. Gallagher
waiting for a heart too?

He was waiting for a liver,

and then he had a transplant
the other day,

and now he is getting
all better.

That's fantastic news.

See, Emily?
We're in the right place.

Mickey your boyfriend?

We hang out.

He's in your bed.

Yeah, his family
is a nightmare.

Think I got a girlfriend.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, her family's
a nightmare too.

Whose isn't?

You love Mickey?

I like how he smells.

What you asking
stupid fucking questions for?

You were nicer
when you were asleep.

Frank survived
his liver transplant,

in case you were wondering.

Nope. Wasn't.

I got to go over to the church
for the christening today.

Thought you didn't care.

- I don't.
- Why are you going, then?

It's my son, man.

All right, I'll get dressed.

No, no, look, it's fine.

I'll head over by myself.

I'll be back in a couple hours.

What, you don't want me to go?

Probably best if you don't,
tough guy.

Yeah, for you, maybe.

Why you busting my balls, man?

Just wondering
if we're a couple or not.

Of course we are.

A couple that hides?

Hey, it's working out
so far, so good.

Getting kind of sick of it.

Jesus Christ, man.

How about you let me go deal
with that stupid shit

before I deal
with your stupid shit?

Hey.

How was work, dear?

I got, uh, matching war wounds.

Ouch.

What are you doing?

Looking up your quarter grades.

They haven't posted yet.

All right, good.
I don't want to know.

I'm too stressed to deal
right now.

The way I see it,
you need a B average

to keep your scholarship.

And I don't want to talk
about it either.

I bet you'll get a B
in Macro and Philosophy

and an A in Thermo and English.

What do I have to do
to get you to shut up?

Well, maybe if I had
something else

to occupy my mouth.

That's a much better idea.

All right.

- Wait. Don't.
- Why?

Levels the playing field.

I'm on my knees.
You're wearing a hairnet.

You're a freak.

Takes one to know one.

Oh, hey, look, um,
I'm not gonna be able

to have dinner
with your parents tonight, okay?

No, you could keep doing
what you were doing

while we're talki--
Ow, fuck!

Why won't you be able
to go, hmm?

You said you would go.
You're-- you're going.

No, look, I-I got to--
I got to go home.

I got to figure shit out,

see how we're gonna
pay the bills

for the next 90 days
while Fiona's in prison.

We made a deal.

Yeah, that was before
my sister went on a bender.

You promised to help
terrorize my parents

in exchange for me
giving you stuff.

Okay, then how about
we get lunch tomorrow?

No, they're leaving for Miami
in the morning.

A-a deal's a deal.

You're obviously
not hearing me.

And you're obviously
not a man of your word.

I would totally hook up
with Mr. George.

He's foxy.

But he's married.

And old.

This is just
our fantasy teacher list.

It doesn't mean
it's gonna happen.

Hmm, oh.

Ugh, that smell
is gonna make me gag.

Do we really have to do
this stupid biology lab?

There's Henry McNally.

He's so bang-tastic.

I want to suck him
like a slushee.

He makes my loins roar
with hunger.

Hey, Debbie, how's it going?

- Me?
- Her?

Yeah, I can help you
with your lab if you want.

- You know my name?
- Yeah.

The monkey said to his sister,

"I don't want to buy bananas
from that man."

Knock, knock.

Visitors.

Good morning.

Hey, Sheila.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Look who's here.
- Oh, my God.

I got some special treats.

- Oh.
- Ooh!

- Very nice.
- A little care package.

How's the patient?

Well, he still hasn't
woken up yet.

Hmm.

Frank.

Frankie.

Frankie, Frankie, Frankie,

Frank-a, Frank,
Frank, Frankie.

Huh.

Frank?

Wow.

Frank.

Frank, where are you?

Frank, it's me, Sheila.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

You have got to wake up.

You see, you have
some husbandly duties

to attend to.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You can't be up there.

You're gonna knock out
his IV tubes out.

- Come on.
- No, I'm not.

The nurses and doctors
are doing everything they can,

and you just need
to let him rest.

You know what?
He's been resting.

Okay, so can you get down?

I'm trying to get him up,
for God sakes.

Listen, these are
his soon-to-be children,

and I'm his wife.

So just take a breather, missy.

Uh-huh.

Isn't that right, guys?

- Mm-hmm.
- Right-o.

We could do a Native American
Indian tribal dance

to wake him, Mama Sheila.

What's that?

We learned about it

in our cultural history class
at school.

I wish I could go to school.

Mind your manners, Emily.

I-I'm so sorry.
She didn't mean to eavesdrop.

It's just-- it's hard not to
in this place.

Of course.

Hi, I'm-- I'm Wendy.

This is my daughter, Emily.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm-- I'm Sheila.

I'm-- I'm Frank's wife.

And-- and these are
his children.

Uh...

I'm not related to them.

Well, anyway, why don't you
show us your tribal dance?

That sounds wonderful,
doesn't it?

Mm-hmm.

Or we could just let him rest,

like he's supposed to.

I think the dance
is a wonderful idea.

So do I.

We're gonna go get
frozen yogurt.

Okay.
All right.

You know where to go?

Yo.

Dad in there yet?

Uncle Ronnie went to get him.

Should be here any minute.

That thing looks like shit.

Been used a lot.

Is that Terry?

No.

It's my piece-of-shit husband.

This hasn't even started yet?

- You're late.
- All right, well, I'm here now.

Let's get this show
on the road, all right?

No, we must wait
until your father gets here.

He doesn't give a shit
about the ceremony, trust me.

He'll be here
for the after-party.

No, he gives shit.
He tells me.

You talked to him?

Almost every day.
We've become very close.

God, that is so sick.

Are you gonna start
banging him again too?

Uh, I'm sorry,
but we have to start.

I have a funeral in 45 minutes.

- Good, yes, fine. Let's go.
- No, we must wait.

Whole family needs to be here
to witness baptism.

Or what,
it didn't really happen?

Oh, see?
It's good we wait.

- What is he doing here?
- How the hell should I know?

We're-- Let's get this
on the road, all right?

Aren't you supposed
to dunk the kid

in the bowl of water
or something?

He's right.

I must start.

Fine.

Father, you made a sign
in the waters for baptism

to end sin and begin goodness.

Through this baptism,
Yevgeny is cleansed from sin

to a new birth to innocence
by water and the Holy Spirit.

That's so cool
your sister's at Decatur.

Yeah, I guess.

Don't you think
we have enough stuff already?

No.
I have seven siblings.

I need something
for all of them.

Tip it a little more.

Fire in the hole.

I'm gonna go visit my father
in the hospital now.

- You want to come?
- Can't.

Got to head back to the van.
One of the kids has bronchitis.

- I need to go check on him.
- You should come live with me.

I can't leave the other kids.

They can come live with us too.

Okay.

Carl.

Yeah, I know.

So pin his skin to the felt.

Mm-hmm.

Good job.

Ew, I can't look.

- This is fun.
- Isn't it?

Speaking of fun...

my parents aren't gonna be
home this weekend.

You should come over,
and we can watch porn.

I downloaded
Sperms Of Endearment.

I'm not really into porn.

Me either.

- Yeah, it's gross, right?
- Ugh.

You know, they're like,
"Oh, yeah."

- "Oh, give it to me."
- "Oh, yeah."

"Just like that."

Hey, um, look at this.

Here's his lungs.

Cool.

And here's his spleen.

Hmm.

And...

this is his heart.

For me?

Give me a fucking break.

Off the bus, single line.

No talking, no pushing.

Keep the line moving.

If there are four aces
in a deck of cards,

then the probability
of your pulling an ace

is 4 over 52...

or 1/13.

Can I help you?

Nope.

Stay right there.

You want to torture
your parents?

Bring them to my house
for dinner tonight.

Here's the address.

Pass that?

We're having, uh,
leftover lasagna

I stole from the cafeteria.

May I continue?

Don't ever say
I'm not a man of my word again.

If we don't return
our ace to the deck,

then the probability
of choosing a second ace...

Jump on your right foot.
Pause.

Now on your left foot.
Pause.

High knees.

High knees.
Interesting.

I'm not sure all this woo-woo
spiritual stuff

is gonna help dad.

Not with that attitude,
it won't.

- I'm having a great time.
- Oh, yay!

What the hell
are you guys doing?

We're waking Frank's spirit.

Why don't you just do this?

What happened?

He's awake!

You did it, Carl.

I'm not sure
that was the best method.

Dad, are you okay?

Where am I, Debbie?

Debbie?

It-- I'm Sammi.

You're at the hospital.

What? Why?

I better get the doctor.

Where's mama going, Lip?

Dude, what's wrong with you?
I'm Carl.

Maybe I should hit him
in the nuts again--

Ah! No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.

He's awake!

Just like I told you.

This is good news.

A lot sooner than expected.

He thinks
we're different people.

You screwed his brain on
backwards.

Frank, do you know
where you are?

You're in
the Intensive Care Unit

at St. Michael Hospital.

You underwent surgery
a few days ago

for your liver.

Mama, what's he talking about?

See? What'd I tell you?

Why does he think
we're different people?

Uh, let's go out in the hall
and talk.

Okay, we'll be right back.
Hold on.

Mr. Gallagher is suffering
from postoperative delirium.

Okay, what's that?

It often happens

when a patient
undergoes intense surgery

where a heavy dose of sedation
was used.

Oh.
Is it-- is it permanent?

Uh, no.

It's very common
in post-op patients.

He'll be confused about time
and relationships.

All you can do is be patient

while he's
in this altered state,

but he'll be back
to his old self soon.

Oh, shoot.

I just moved.
Is that bad?

It's the worst.
Now I'm drawing a man.

What the hell does Debbie have

that I don't have?

Her hymen.

But look at her.

He's an 11th grader.

She's a redhead.

I love redheads.

Good thing I didn't
dye my hair last night.

Is it bad that I want
to kiss you right now?

Uh, right here?

I think we'll get in trouble.

Where, then?

I don't know.

How about
after basketball practice,

behind the stairs
in the gym basement?

Okay.

Cool.

Ready to see?

Yeah.

Ta-da.

No, I'm just joking.

Whoa.

It's really good.

Thanks.

I'm glad you like it.

I do.

I like it a lot.

Ah, let me get that for you.

Is that enough cabbage for you?

I can make my own plate.
It's fine.

No, no problem at all.

How about some corned beef?

Why you being
such a suck-up, huh?

You and me got a thing
we got to settle.

Look, I'm just trying to put
everything in the past, okay?

I'm a conscientious
objector now.

- What the fuck does that mean?
- I don't really know.

Something to do
with Muhammad Ali.

Peace and love?

Okay, thank you.

- Great.
- Thank you.

Tell your boyfriend to leave.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Howdy doody.

Tell him to leave, or I will.

All right, fine.

Look, Svetlana wants you to go.

You want me to go?

No, I don't want you to go.

But the whole thing's gonna go
a lot easier if you do.

For you, maybe.
What about me?

This really where you want
to spend your day off?

You're here.

Give me a couple hours.

I'll meet you
back at your place.

If you make me leave,
don't come over.

Why the fuck you acting
like a girl, huh?

I'm sick of living a lie.
Aren't you?

I'm not lying to you.

Everyone else?

Who gives a shit
about everybody else?

What fucking difference
does it make if I lie to them?

'Cause--

because you're not free.

Ian, what you and I have
makes me free...

not what these assholes know.

Look who the State of Illinois
just released back into society.

Daddy's home!

Huh? Huh?
Come on.

Why don't I have a beer
in my hand?

Right there, huh?

Hello, honey.

Look at scared little boy
running to daddy.

Eat me.

Where's this grandson of mine
I keep hearing about?

Hey.
Here he is, pops.

Let me look at the little shit.

Oh, my, my, my.

Oh!

He's a cute little fucker.

- Yeah.
- That's grandpa.

Yeah.

All right, let's party!

Thank you, thank you,
thank you.

Oh, okay, huh?
Come on.

All right.

Let's take a picture
for your sister, huh?

Yeah?

Let's try.

Let's try, huh?

Let's see.

All right, here we go.
Ready?

Smile.

That's not bad, huh?

That's pretty good.

All right.

Uh, yo.

Hopefully you get this.

Uh, how's the pokey, huh?

You get a girlfriend yet?

Don't drop the soap.

Uh, we're good.

Only 89 more days, okay?

Hang in there.
I love you.

Anything you want to say?
Go.

Fiona.
Fififi.

Good.

All right.

Perfect.

Okay, now you go play
for a little bit, okay?

- Okay.
- I'll make dinner.

Can you take your jacket and hat
off for me too?

All right. Good boy.
Be right back.

_

What?

Nothing.

I like you.

Me too.

I don't--
I don't think we should.

Why not?

I mean, we just met.

You're right.

Maybe we should, uh--
I don't know--

wait till the dance.

You're asking me to the dance?

I don't know.
I mean, if you'll go with me.

Yeah!

Surprise!

Surprise!

Seema?

I see you've met
my stepbrother, Henry.

Stepbrother?

Why would you do this to me?

Seema gave me 50 bucks.

- I call dibs on the remote!
- Fuck.

- I want to watch Steve Harvey!
- I call-- I was here first.

- That doesn't matter.
- Yes, it does.

No, it doesn't.
That has nothing--

Nope.

I was here first.

Hey!
Hey, hey, hey!

- Well, who the hell are you?
- We're friends of Carl.

Okay, where is he?

There?

Go get your own.

Give me it!

Is there something
on the bottom to break my fall?

Probably not.

Cool.

Yo, get her out of there.
What are you doing?

Is that your dad?

No.

Who the fuck
are those kids downstairs?

- They live in a van.
- Why is that my problem?

It's the winter.

Just get rid of them, okay?

No, on second thought,
they can stay.

- Cool.
- Just till after dinner.

Then they're gone.

All right.

- Give it!
- No!

This is my remote!
Get your own!

- No!
- Give it!

Uh, play.
Uh, be loud.

Just do whatever the fuck
you want, okay?

Yay!

All right!

Don't hit me with the ball!

You with the ball!

Don't ever hit me with the ball!

Welcome.

Hello, I'm Wesley Gretsky
from DCFS.

Oh.

Shit, sorry.

Uh, the-- the social worker,
right?

Yeah, we've, uh...
we've been expecting you.

I'd like to come in, please,
do an inspection.

Right, okay.
Yeah.

Um, hey, listen,
is there any chance

in rescheduling, you think?

Wouldn't be a surprise visit

if we rescheduled,
now, would it?

No.
No, I guess not.

Yeah.

Go get your own.
Watch upstairs.

Give it!

Form two lines, please.

All right,
when I call your name,

step up and get
your bunk assignment.

Melnick, Audrey.

Bed 32.

Gallagher, Fiona.

Bed 44.

- Thank you.
- Don't thank me yet.

You ain't tried the bed yet.

Got some brown
on your nose, bitch.

Longfeld, Jennifer.

Bed 35.

Roberts, Tanesha.
Bed 36.

You can fucking eat my ass,
cunt.

I tell you one more time--

- Get the fuck out of my face.
- Dirty ass dick.

Move! Now!

What the fuck
are you looking at?

Nothing.

Why am I here, mommy?

Oh, honey, I told you.

You had an accident, remember?

But the doctors
made you all better.

Well, then we should go.

Daddy's gonna be mad
we're not home to make dinner.

No, he'll understand.

Sorry, folks.
Visiting hours are over.

Oh, okay.

Night, pops.

Be back first thing
in the morning.

Good-bye, Deb.

Good-bye,
my sweet, sexy man.

Mom, stop.

We're in public.

Oh, that's right.
I forgot I'm mom.

Wait till we get home.

These need to be stored
properly,

with caps on them.

Ah, stuff's so diluted, I mean,

I doubt there's even
any cleaning product left.

A locked cabinet
would also work.

Need a fire alarm up there,

- as well as a CO2 detector.
- Okay.

Floorboard is coming up
on this step.

Couple of exposed nails
on the one below.

Hey, uh, guys, yo!

You think you could
keep it down?

You told us we could do
whatever we want.

Now I'm telling you
to keep it down.

Who are these children?

Uh, neighborhood kids.
I'm babysitting.

Six children or more
is considered a day care...

Okay.

...for which you will need
a license...

Okay.

...which I don't imagine
you have.

Uh, you-- you've imagined
correctly.

Get a license

or babysit less kids.

Uh, exposed wires.
Yeah, I'm on it.

- Now for the $24,000 question.
- Yeah.

Where are the guardians
of this household?

I have a Francis
and Fiona Gallagher,

father and sister.

Yeah, they're at work.

- They put you in charge?
- That's correct.

What is your relationship
to this household?

My relationship
to the household.

I'm the, uh...
the eldest brother.

I'm-- I'm 19.

So, if I were to call
Mr. and Miss Gallagher,

I'd find them both at work?

Yeah.

Amanda's here with her parents.

This is Lip.

These are my parents,
Jason and Sheryl.

They're white.

I can see that.

Hi, nice to meet you.

I guess I never told you
I was adopted, huh?

No.

Well, they bought me

from a Subic Bay
whorehouse, so...

Go, Navy.

Amanda,
that's our private business.

Uh, no, don't worry.

You're right in the middle
of our private affairs.

That's, uh, Wesley
from the DCFS.

She's a social worker
here on a surprise visit.

- Maybe she's your real mom.
- And that's my brother Carl.

These are his friends.
They live in a van.

So who's ready for dinner?

Me!

Eh?
Go on!

Come on.

Fiona?

Fiona, you're awake?

Fiona?

Are you talking to me?

What are you doing?

Sleeping.

What are you doing?

Not sleeping.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Let's be quiet
so we don't wake up Monica.

Monica?

I'm sorry we left you
and your brother

in Washington Park last night.

Oh.

The dealer gave us a sample.

I forgot you and Lip
were waiting outside.

How many hours was that?

You could've frozen to death.

I promise I'm gonna be
a better dad.

It's okay.

You mad at me?

No.

Hey...

want me to take you
to Claire's tomorrow,

get your ears pierced?

Okay.

I'm glad you're here
with me, Fiona.

Me too, daddy.

So then I pummeled
their fucking face in good.

That'll teach the queers

to try to rape a Milkovich
in the prison, huh?

Huh?

Speaking of queers.

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

I thought your father
should know

he didn't beat
all the queer out of you.

Really gonna kill you
this time.

Keep your fucking mouth shut.

Can I talk to you for a second?

You know, your life
right here, right now

is as good
as it's ever gonna get.

You got to go get plowed
all day, yeah,

but you come home
to a roof over your head

and food in your fucking belly.

Five years from now,

you're gonna be a used-up,
dried-up old whore,

sucking guys off on the sidewalk
for five bucks a pop.

I wouldn't fuck this up
if I were you.

Hey.

I just wanted to let you know
that I'm leaving.

Okay, I'll see you back
at the place.

No, don't.

We're done.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

I don't have any interest
in being a mistress anymore.

Jesus Christ.
When did you get so dramatic?

When I realized
what a pussy you are.

Say it again,
I'm gonna kick your fucking ass.

Come on.
Come on, big guy.

You think
you're a tough man, huh?

You're not.

You're a coward.

Fuck you.
You don't understand.

Oh, I do understand.

I understand better than anyone

that you're afraid
of your father.

You're afraid of your wife.

You're afraid to be
who you are.

Well, good.
Leave.

What the hell do I care, bitch?

Fuck.

Hey!

Excuse me!

Can I get everybody's attention,
please?

I just want
everybody here to know

I'm fucking gay.

A big old 'mo.

I just thought everybody
should know that.

You happy now?

I'll fucking kill you!

You son of a bitch!

Oh!

Been wanting to do this
forever.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

I better call the cops.

Hey, hand me my phone,
would you?

- It's cold out here.
- I don't care.

I don't either.

I heard what happened
at school today.

What, your stupid girlfriend
tell you?

She's not my girlfriend
anymore.

I broke up with her after I saw

the pictures she posted
to Facebook.

You mean like these ones?

I think you look pretty.

I'm the laughingstock
of the seventh and eighth grade,

maybe even the ninth too.

Yeah, there are lots of posts
that are "Team Debbie."

You mean like this one?

"Nice titties.
Where's my microscope?"

It'll blow over.

I thought he liked me.

He asked me to the dance.

Boys are...

jackasses.

He gave me a frog heart.

He what?

I suck at love.

Yeah, tell me about it.
I dated Seema.

What did you like about her?

She seemed nice.

She wasn't.

Yeah, well, girls are sneaky.

They never really show you
their true colors.

I was mean to her too, though.

Yeah, but you're the kid.
She's the adult.

She should've known better.

I'm not a kid.

I'll take you to the dance.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

You won't be embarrassed
to be seen with me?

No. No.

No, I'll be proud.

Fucking faggot!

Get out of my house!

You pole-smoking queer!

Fuck you!
Don't worry about it!

I've been staying at Ian's

since you've been
in the can, bitch!

Guess what
we've been doing, daddy!

We've been fucking!

And I take it!

He gives it to me
good and hard,

and I fucking like it.

- Let me go!
- Calm down, Terry.

Fuck you!

I suck his dick.

I fucking love it.

Get him out of here!

Fuck you!

I'm gonna cut your balls
in little pieces

and shove them
up your ass so far,

you grow ball trees, you fuck.

What is your problem, Terry?

You been out for four hours,
and you're already into a fight?

You're breaking your probation.

Fuckers!
Fuckers!

And as for you...

you're free to go.

What?

If I arrest you, it's gonna be
a lot of paperwork.

Keep me in the office
all night.

I'd rather get home
to my husband, Carlos.

Me and Bonnie are finished.

We're heading upstairs.

All right.
Email your sister, yeah?

Oh, Lip's sister's in prison.

No way.

Our auntie's in prison too.

She is? For what?

Murder.
She's on death row.

Why-- why is your sister
in prison?

Uh, well, the first time

was for almost killing
Liam here with cocaine,

and, uh-- and then
the second time

was for breaking probation

and going out with the guy
who gave her cocaine.

My, you-- you have
quite a colorful story.

That's a nice way
of putting it.

You don't like your dinner?

Oh, we had a late lunch.

Okay, if you don't mind,
I'm just gonna...

Excuse me.

Um, if you're hungry.

It's not very good.

So all those kids
live in a van?

Uh, yeah.
Yeah, apparently.

And you're watching them?

Well, yeah, vans are, uh, cold,

you know, crowded.

Most people I see
are trying to dump their kids,

not collect more.

You know, neighborhood's
got to stick together.

There you go.

And it looks like
my next surprise visit here

will be in two Saturdays
at 4:00 PM.

Have a good night.

Okay.
Uh, I'll get that.

Hey, your grades are up.

Oh, yeah, I saw.

C in English.

I'm gonna lose my scholarship

and have to drop out of school.

Oh, that's too bad.

Unless you got an A
in Macro and Philosophy

and a B in Thermo.

What?
Let me see that.

Holy shit.

That's fantastic.

Smile.

Cool.

Telling your sister about me?

"I'm in your bed
with my girlfriend, Bonnie.

Stay in prison.

Love, Carl."

I don't like sex.

Oh.

But we can still kiss
and stuff if you want.

Yeah, I like this.

Me too.

This is not the environment
that I want for my daughter.

Jason, what happened?

There is a child who almost
ate his own feces out there.

Oh, shit, guess he didn't get
enough dinner.

I'd like you to stop
seeing Amanda.

It's kind of not your choice.

How much?

How much what?

Jason, don't.

Why, because you want her
to be with him?

She's an adult.

Yeah, she's an adult
who I'm supporting.

How much to stop dating her?
Excuse me?

You know, she's not
in love with you.

You do know that, right?

We're not really
at that stage yet.

She's just trying
to drive me crazy

by going out
with someone like you.

- Someone like me?
- Yeah.

I mean, you seem
like a perfectly nice kid,

but Amanda's just rebelling.

Well, don't blame her.

You're kind of a dick.

I'm not denying that.

How about $5,000, then?

Looks like that would go
pretty far in this place.

- Jason.
- Is he serious?

He's gonna pay me
not to date your daughter?

How about $10,000?

I have the cash with me.

On you, in this neighborhood?

Have we got a deal?

Hey, Fiona.

You hungry?

I'm gonna go get us
something to eat.

Oh, God.

Ah, jeez!

So your father
just offered me 10 grand

to stay away from you.

Amanda, you know we love you.

Did you take the money?

Uh, what do you think?

That you did.

Really?

Well, did you?

Yeah.

So we're breaking up, then?

Well, a deal's a deal, right?

Okay, Amanda, come.
We're leaving.

Look, you taught me
to be a man of my word.

And I was just starting
to really like you.

Hey.

- Ow!
- 10 grand?

I panicked.

I told you he gave
my BMX boyfriend

in high school $15,000.

I didn't know he was gonna
have the cash on him.

You should've held out.

I'd never seen
that much money before.

Gay, huh?

I think I broke
half a fucking tooth.

Yeah, my ribs
don't feel so good.

So you really came out, huh?

Doesn't mean I'm gonna wear
a fucking dress or anything.

Nobody fucking asked you to.

Though you do have
really nice legs.

You're a fucking dick.

Yeah, there.

That's what you get.

All right, I'm calling it.

Mark the time of death,
9:05.

No!

Fiona.