All language subtitles for Shameless (US) S06E10 Paradise Lost

For those of you who are too fucking busy,

here's what happened
last week on shameless...

Fuck it.

Dom here?

I was thinking you and me?

Yeah. Okay.

I cannot get visa
with my husband imprisoned.

All right, what if you divorced Mickey,
and somebody else marries you?

Oh...

Fiona, will you marry me?

Yeah.

What's this?

Hey, Frankie, baby.
We're off to the commune.

That sounds nice. Are we takin' the Van?

I like having a purpose.

Studying to be an EMT.
Feels like I'm back to my old self.

-Meaning?
-Skeletons. Closet.

-I'm bipolar...
-I'm HIV positive.

Whoa.

-You haven't been tested?
-No.

Hair of the dog?

When was the last time you
stopped for a couple of hours?

Try it.

Hydrate. Get a good night's sleep.

By morning, you'll be good as new.

What the fuck?

I'd rather be riddled with bullets

than spend one more hour in this place.

These people care about me and my baby.

This is where I wanna raise my child.

There's something you should see.

Here we are.

You're farming opium?

-It's beautiful.
-Mmm-hmm.

It hurts so much.

Queenie!

Hey, are you all right?

I think I felt something.

Like a cramp.

Wait, did it hurt?

I'm not due for another week.

Mother nature knows no clock.

Orgasms can induce.

I'm surprised
the baby didn't pop out days ago,

the way you've been strumming your guitar.

Am I in labor?

Is the baby coming?

No, just relax, not for a while, okay?

But, still, I think we should go.

Go where?

To the birthing tent.

Oh...

What a beautiful day to grow poppies.

Whoo-hoo!

You're lucky
that cat couldn't aim for shit.

Careful, once cougars get a taste,
they come back for more.

Not too much, moon.

Frank,

you're supposed to be working compost.

You spend the day
in a steaming pile of excrement.

I'll be in here with the opium.

I run the warehouse.

I thought we share
everything on the commune.

Opium, compost, queenie.

Except when it comes to orgasms.

Those, queenie only shares with me.

-You want some constructive criticism?
-No.

You put queenie to sleep.
There's no rhythm.

Your penis is like a sexual lullaby.

You gotta treat a woman like a poppy.

Know when to be gentle,
and when to be rough.

Give 'em what they need,
you'll have the best high you ever had.

-What's with the slumber party?
-Oh.

The baby's awake?

Not yet. You didn't come to bed.

Oh, we were celebrating,
and I fell asleep.

-Celebrating what?
-I get divorce.

The papers came through.

-Lana is single.
-Mmm.

Lana?

Yes, what v calls me.

What, you have a pet name for her?

It helps sell it.

-Sell what?
-Our loving dyke relationship.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

-We dropped the whole marriage idea.
-You drop.

I'm not talking to you.

V, marriage is a sacred institution.

It's just for immigration.

You're talking about being married
to another person!

-You are.
-Yeah, okay so...

But, look, you and I
aren't married on paper, right?

But that doesn't change how I feel.

Me neither. It's not a big deal.

Give blessing. Is least you can do.

You're the one who outed her to ins.

Stop ganging up on me.

There are other options besides marriage.

What? Immigration is gonna put her back
on the next boat to Moscow.

- I'll figure it out.
- No time.

I'll fix it by the end of the day, okay?

Just, no more pet names.

Found more newspaper.

Uh, wrap the frames in it.

Is that Sean's shirt?

Yeah.

You're supposed to be packing it.

I'm meeting my girlfriend for breakfast.

I didn't know you two were official.

She told her dad. He flipped out.

Dads can be protective sometimes,

but he'll be all right when he meets you.

He already did.

Well, how'd it go?

Chased me with a bat.

I found a spot out front.

Didn't even have to double-park
the u-haul.

I think I know
where to get a wedding dress.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mmm-hmm.

I'm gonna stop by
some florists later, too.

And a reception hall, if I have the time.

Hmm, you're going all out.

I'm fucking happy
that I got it right this time.

I wanna celebrate it right.

It's all your fault.

You did this to me.

Sorry.

Better not be having second thoughts.

Oh, it's too late. I sold my furniture.

I talked to will.

And?

He's happy to be my best man, he, um,

just not that crazy about wearing a tux.

What about your ex?

Actually, she said she was happy for us.

Except the moving in part.

Well, we're gonna do
a full sweep of the house

with a metal detector, right, Carl?

Yeah. We're gonna make sure
it's a demilitarized zone.

So nikole's got nothing to worry about.

Knock, knock.

Hi.

Just getting things
ready for the blessed day.

Uh... this is fern, our midwife.

And she has delivered dozens of babies.

I look forward to guiding your child

on its journey out of your womb
into this beautiful world.

Where's the bed?

Oh, mother nature never intended for us
to give birth on a mattress.

Oh, what's that?

Could use some clorox.

Oh, no. We leave that there on purpose.

Afterbirth.

It connects each delivery to the next,
like glorious links in a chain.

Queenie. Got a minute?

Oh, yeah.

-You're leaving?
-No, no, no.

Your baby is not coming out anytime soon.
You're in wonderful hands.

We can use this to time your contractions.

That's all right,
we'll just count out loud.

When is the last time
you delivered a baby?

'83, I think.

Hey.

Oh...

-Thanks.
-Yeah, yeah, of course.

It's my pleasure
to keep you barely functional.

-Here you go.
-What happened to your eye?

Oh, I wish I knew.
I, uh, went to a sorority party.

Had a few too many.

Jeez, you're up early.

Was it too cold to sleep in your car?

Ever had a dingle Berry
you couldn't shake?

Tried baby wipes?

It's a metaphor.

Dennison's on my ass.
Midterm grades are due.

Yeah, I'm working on it.
Tell dennison to chill out.

You don't tell the head
of the department to chill out.

You give her the midterm grades
by the end of the day.

All right. I'll get them done.

What's that?

My paper's getting published later today.

They requested a photo.

Holy shit. That's you?

Other than a dui mug shot,
it's the only recent picture I could find.

Wow. You know, you actually look
like a respected member

of the academic community.

Have you prepared
for your internship interview?

Prepare? What,
I gotta sell myself to work for free?

Good internships are hard to get.
Very competitive.

I don't know. Sounds like
some millennial, Ivy league crap to me.

You're on scholarship.

You have a prestigious
teaching assistant position.

It's time to stop thinking
in terms of what a job pays

and start thinking
in terms of building a career.

In the meantime, get your shit together

and turn in my midterm
grades for my class.

So,

you two having sex?

-Dad!
-No, Mr. Winslow.

Sergeant winslow.

Carl treats me with respect.

One time, when it was cold,
he gave me his jacket.

See?

Where'd you get the money for that?

Working.

The corner?

I wash dishes here.

Dad, stop it.

You asked me to sit down with the boy.

Give him a chance.

Okay.

Let's go. Come on.

I don't usually
get nervous before tests.

They tell you pretty fast
if you're positive or negative.

I'm not talking about HIV.
The EMT practical's this afternoon.

You serious?

Morning. My name is nurse edmonds.

Have you been tested for HIV before?

No.

I just poke your finger,
take a little blood.

We get the results while you wait.

I need to ask you a few questions.

Approximately, how many
sexual partners have you had?

Um...

It's hard to say.

Normally, we discuss this
in private with the patient.

You want me to leave?

No problem. I'll wait outside.

So more than 10 partners?

You working today, son?

No.

You can ride with me.

We'll get to know each other better.
Sound good?

Hmm. That sounds great. Thanks, dad.

Anything for my little girl.

Call me.

I'm gonna drive you around,
make my girl happy.

But don't get any ideas.
I still think you're a piece of shit.

In here somewhere.

I'm thinking your wedding was gonna become
an annual tradition like Thanksgiving.

I asked lip and Ian
to walk me down the aisle.

The ink's barely dry on your divorce.

Why are you giving me a hard time?

I love you.
But if you're gonna change your mind,

do it before I shell out the money
for your bachelorette party tonight.

I'm not changing my mind.

And it wasn't my idea
to have it this early.

Look, I am not showing up to your wedding
all bloated and looking like shit.

I need time to recuperate.

Weeks?

I plan on drinking a lot.

I found it.

Where did Monica
get the bread for a wedding dress?

This was back
when her parents had a little money.

And they approved of the first wedding.

First?

She married frank twice.

First time only lasted a week.

She locked him in the trunk of the car,

left him in the K-Mart parking lot
for days.

Debs! We never talked baby names.

So what do you think about naming her
after your great grandmother?

She was a vicious cunt but Rose Gallagher
has a, a ring to it, don't you think?

What are you doing, frank?

Checking on my daughter.

Oh, she's not in there.
We took her to the birthing tent.

Debs is in labor?

Well, maybe.

But if she is,
the baby won't come for a day or two.

Okay.

Oh, and you've been challenged.

Come again?

Well, if there is a grievance
in the community,

we cut it right out
before it has a chance to grow.

I'm not following.

Okay, when we try to avoid conflict,
anger comes out.

But when we face it head on,
we leave the anger there, in the pit.

The pit?

I thought I'd seen
some pretty weird shit in my life.

Do you accept my challenge?

Um...

I guess.

What was that?

A challenge.

Haven't had one of those in a while.

-Oh, negative.
-Good.

So how'd everything else go in there?

Fine.

That's it?

Yeah, I gotta get to my EMT test now.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Brother Jupiter has come
with a grievance against brother frank.

After one of you taps out,
the grievance will be left at the pit.

What are the rules?

No rules.

God.

I can't breathe!

I know!

Say uncle!

No, no, no! Okay!

Say it!

Uncle!

Yes!

I don't know.

Who you waiting for, kev?

This guy who says he can keep
Svetlana from being deported

so v doesn't have to marry her.

So you wanna keep
the Russian girl from marrying v

'cause v's your fake wife?

Yeah, what's so hard
to understand about that?

Their marriage would be fake.

No, it'd be real.

So you wanna keep them
from getting real-married

because you're fake-married and you
wanna get real-married some day?

Yeah.

No... I don't know.

Stop making my head hurt.
It doesn't matter.

The point is, is that the guy
can get Svetlana a new identity.

Where did you meet him?

Ever hear of the Internet?

I got a hooker on the Internet once.

Once?

The point is,
one time it wasn't a hooker, it was a cop.

-No shit?
-I had no idea.

She got great reviews
on ebony-trick-dot-com.

I didn't know you're into black girls.

Oh, yeah. V's number one in my spank bank.

You're beating your meat to my wife?

Technically, she's not your wife.

Shut up, Kermit.

Oh, yeah, moon.

Pound it! Pound it! Pound it! Pound!

No! Pound!

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

Hey. I'm Phillip Gallagher.

Come in. You're, uh, youens' ta?

Yeah, yeah. You, you're interviewing me?

Yeah. I'm 25,
but I can't grow a beard for shit.

Nowadays, the younger you look,
the smarter they think you are.

What's your gpa?

Uh, 3.9.

Why not 4.0?

Uh, teacher had it out for me
after I corrected her algorithm.

She called me obnoxious.
I called her a lazy fuck.

Was she?

She was coasting on tenure.

You won't have that problem with us.

No one at Chapman cares
how many years you've put in,

only what ideas you have.

Great.

Where'd you work last summer?

Uh, demolition.

Is that the name of a start-up?

No, no. It's when you take down a building
and you haul the pieces away.

Why aren't you going back?

Uh...

I guess it's just time to start thinking
in terms of my career.

You know, look, I can tell you
all about wave function collapse,

but I'm sure all you wanna know is

will I get your coffee with a smile.

Not exactly coffee,

but definitely the crap work
no one else wants to do.

You willing to pay your dues?

Did I mention I hauled slabs
of concrete last summer?

I will be administering your psychomotor,
or practical, test today.

You will be expected
to perform the following.

Assessment and management
of a trauma patient,

bag-valve-mask ventilation
of an apneic patient,

spinal immobilization, traction splinting,

bleeding control and shock management,

upper airway adjuncts and suction...

No one used to care what happened here

before the yuppie money started coming in.

Just shithead on shithead violence.

If you were slinging drugs back then,

5-0 wouldn't have given a crap.

I'm straight now.

Well, you think I'm stupid?

No, sir.

Hmm.

How about Ben Rodney junior there?

You think he's straight?

Let's find out.

Hey, Mr. Tea party.

Let me see your hands.

What did I do?

Put both hands on the hood of the car now.

What are we gonna do with you?

Hmm?

Get the fuck out of here
before I change my mind.

You coming?

No offense, but I thought
you were a hand whore.

Oh, I use my hands for many things.

I just thought
she could save you some dough.

Oh, look,

you can walk down an aisle
of Rose pedals for less than a grand.

I think the four seasons Maui
is right up your alley.

We haven't decided
where we're gonna tie the knot.

I wanna do it right this time.

You don't need
a marriage license for that.

You just need a good man.

My marriage was too violent,
low IQ, homosexual, I don't care.

Marriage is government document only.

Green card.

I don't want this wedding
to be like the last time.

In and out of the courthouse,

then a shift at the diner,
back to Gus's after eating leftovers.

We acted like our wedding was no big deal.

Maybe that's why
the marriage didn't work out.

The marriage didn't work out
'cause you had the hots for Sean.

Wedding should be special.
With friends and family there.

-Debbie?
-Yeah. Of course.

I'm still hoping she'll give the baby up.

Oh, you want to get rid of the baby,
give it to me.

I get top dollar for white baby
with no defects.

-Is the baby coming soon?
-Oh...

Maybe by tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Hey, how is my little trooper?

I need drugs. Get me drugs. Please.

We don't do drugs.
Well, at least not for childbirth.

Maybe I should go to a hospital.

All doctors care about
is cutting out babies

so that they can make it
to their golf game.

Gotta let nature take its course.

Fuck nature. Get this baby out of me.

-You Kevin?
-Who's asking?

I'm Damon from Craigslist.

How do I really know it's you?

Could show you my license, I guess.

You must really think I'm stupid.

What?

Like cops can't make a fake license.

You think I'm a cop?

Are you?

No.

That's exactly what a cop would say.

Do you want a fake identity or not, man?

Okay, you seem cool.

Sweet.

I found three deceased people
whose identities could work.

This is a dude.

You said it was a rush job.

This chick died in 1977.

Svetlana's like 100 years younger,
with great tits.

Okay. This last one might be
what you're looking for.

What kinda name is Fatima?

Egyptian, I think.

Russian, Egyptian,
who's gonna know the difference, right?

We got a deal?

Fatima.

Oh, my god.

Moon, you are insatiable.

My turn.

Well, after the way
he handled himself at the pit,

I want a taste of this fresh meat.

Hands off, Harmony.

Limp on in, dear.

Oh. Okay.

Frank.

You will always be my moon.
But you must allow another to be my sun.

Oh, shit.

What the hell?

Did you get my messages?

Yeah, no. I'm just...
I'm in the middle of something.

I can do whatever you need
in a couple of minutes.

What I need is for you
to leave immediately.

Sooner, if possible.

Um...

Wait, what?

You're fired, obviously.

-No. Why?
-You really don't know?

No one else from the party can forget.

The party? No, I am...

I kinda blacked out.

Not before you took all the group
sorority photos off the wall

and used a marker to circle
all the girls that you slept with.

Fuck, I did that?

When I told you, you had to leave,
you, uh, decided to Mark your territory.

Mark my territory?

You peed on the carpet.

And then, all the other group photos,
all the way back to '98.

Oh, um...

Look, I... I've had a really crappy
couple of weeks.

Okay, you know, well,
I was just blowing off some steam.

I mean, I got dumped,
I got kicked out of my dorm room.

Yeah, the photos weren't the final target
of your yellow Tsunami.

Where else?

Not where.

Who?

I peed on you.

I'll be out in an hour.

Yeah.

Oh, and I told student counseling
about what happened.

They'll need to talk to you today.

You get some kinda kick outta that?

Excuse me?

Stopping that guy with the rock.

Are you asking me why I jacked him up?

'Cause I want him to know.

Clean duds don't fool me,
I know who he is.

Just like I know who you are.

I know you served time.

I know you think you're good enough
for my daughter.

I'm not good enough for her.

She's awesome.
I don't even know why she likes me.

But as long as she does,
I'm gonna do whatever she asks,

even if it means
spending a day with her asshole father.

Any available unit, stolen blue pickup

traveling north on south Langley
past east 67th.

A-57 show me handling.

-Wanna, wanna flip over?
-Oh...

I can't do doggy style.
My bad leg, I topple over.

No problemo.

Just don't stop doing
what you're doing to my balls.

Balls?

Feels fantastic.

I imagine.

We share everything on the commune.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's runnin'.

Stay in the car.

A-57, in foot pursuit.

Hey, stop.

Who the hell are you?

The law, motherfucker.

You respond to a scene
where a victim

has fallen out of a third floor window.

Upon arrival, your patient
is lying supine on the street.

-This my only patient?
-It is.

Sir, can you hear me?

He appears unresponsive. Is he breathing?

Yes.

Checking pulses.

Checking carotid.

His pulses are weak.

I'm gonna do a quick rapid trauma.

Suspecting he may have a spinal injury.
I'm gonna grab c-spine.

Excellent.

I told you to stay in the car.

Don't hit your head on the way in, punk.

He was pity-fucking you, you gimp.

-Ladies, ladies. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
-How the hell dare you call me a gimp.

-Easy, easy. Don't, ladies.
-That's unbelievable.

Hey!

We can barely hear ourselves
chanting in there.

What is going on? What's the ruckus?

Uh, these two, fighting over yours truly.

Fighting over you?

I didn't realize you hippie chicks
are tired of the same five shriveled dicks

you've had for the last 40 years.

I've hit the mother lode.

Well, the grandmother lode.
How's Debbie doing?

You laid with moon and Harmony?

Hey. Give her credit, osteoporosis
doesn't slow her down at all.

And you were right...

Hey, hey. Easy.

What about free love
and all that rolling stone crap?

Frankie is mine.

Oh, queenie, nobody belongs
to anybody around here.

-Just leave it alone.
-All right, stop. Stop!

To the pit.

Sean?

Upstairs.

You took down the slide?

Well, that wasn't a slide,
it was a death-defying free fall.

Getting rid of the bar next.

So, found Monica's wedding dress.

I'm having it altered.

Think it might actually
turn out really pretty.

I know this sounds crazy,
but I kinda wanna get married in a church.

Now, we're talking.

St. Katherine's gets you hot?

If you're in nothing but that.

Don't get any ideas,
I'm changing for the bachelorette party.

You got time before you gotta go.

No sex before the wedding.

Ah!
No, I couldn't possibly heard that right.

It's tradition.

Yeah, so is the bride being a virgin.

Gus and I got married
after a crazy intense sex bender.

I'm pretty sure I didn't need
to know that part.

This time's gonna be different.

But, look, if you want
all the wedding hoopla, you got it.

But our marriage is gonna be
different than the other one.

Because it's us.

Did you say all that
just 'cause you wanna get laid?

No. No. But, uh,
did it improve my chances?

-Yes, it did.
-Mmm-mmm.

You gotta be...

Are you shittin' me?

Hi, Phillip. I'm Yvonne.

Hi, nice to meet you.

Uh, look, we get this over with,

so I can go find some place to live.

Um, how often do you drink, Phillip?

Is this about the other night?

You violated the school's alcohol policy.

Sorry, the school has an alcohol policy?

Yeah, we take it seriously.

Okay, look, you do realize
that the majority of students

on this campus drink so much
they could major in beer pong.

We're not talking about everyone else.

There are even houses students can join

for the express purpose
of getting shitfaced.

They, uh,
have Greek letters above the door.

We're here to talk about your problem.

I don't have a problem.

You were in the er.

I overdid it.

Once.

Look, I've been drinking since I was 10.

Since you were 10?

Oh, why are you writing that down?

And what drove you
to drink when you were 10?

-Is it problems at home?
-Jesus fucking Christ.

Look, I have midterms to grade. Okay?

Okay, when a student violates
the school alcohol policy,

he is required to attend counseling,

both one-on-one and group sessions
with other student alcohol abusers.

Okay, I'll check my schedule.

It's mandatory.

Or what?

Expulsion.

My back is killing me, how much longer?

Oh, only the mother goddess knows.

I think this was a mistake, coming here.

Oh, nonsense.

Once we get this water boiling,
we can sterilize the tools.

Those look a little medieval.

And never let me down.

Got my cervical dilator, my forceps,

my hook.

Your hook?

In case I need to break your water.

Is there anything we can do
to speed this up?

Well, sometimes baby comes faster
when the nipples are stimulated.

Unbutton your top.

Hey.

I need to crash here tonight.

You got the midterm grades?

Can I sleep here or not?

No, it's my office.

Where are my midterm grades?

Look, I'm sorry
I didn't have time to finish your work,

I was busy getting fired,
kicked out of my room

and forced to write a 10 page essay
on the dangers of drinking.

The department pays me
to teach and grade students.

Yeah, well, maybe they should be
paying me, since I'm the one doing it.

You're two or three
advanced degrees away from that.

Give me the midterms, I'll do it myself.

Look, did you hear
what I just went through?

Heard. Don't care.

Why are you being such a dick?

Look. We've knocked back a few,

but you've forgotten I'm your boss.

I expect you to do your job.

So I should thank you for ripping me off?

-Excuse me?
-I read the paper you got published.

Nice job stealing my ideas
about complex wave functions.

I gave you credit.

Yeah, as one of your research assistants.

When I was at Yale,
I wrote half of jesnick's theories

on non-newtonian fluids,
it benefitted both of us.

You're taking a shit in my mouth
and saying you bought me dinner?

-It's the way it works.
-It's fucking bullshit.

Look, you realize you're speaking
to the one person

who hasn't fired you
in the last few hours, right?

Oh, is that supposed to be a threat?

You're smart, lip, but grow the fuck up.

Oh, like you?

What a drunk has-been,
coasting on an outdated reputation,

thriving off of other people's work.

Fuck.

No wonder your kid
wants nothing to do with you.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

Voilà, ladies.

Uh-uh, you said you wanted traditional.

I don't want
a hairy ass in my face.

Speak for yourself.

That guy's got bacne.
Not exactly magic Mike.

I'm not picky.

This is what I planned, so this is
what we're doing. It's gonna be epic.

Shots, pueblo viejo.

Hey, give this to owner.

What's that for?

For special price,
owner lets us do special show.

What's a special show?

Oh, you'll see.

-Bottoms up, ladies!
-Whoo-hoo!

Daddy! Daddy!

Hey! I wanted to see you
but the neonatal Nazis wouldn't let me.

Shh. Don't wake queenie.

After the beating she gave
those two broads at the pit,

I'm not poking that bear.

How you feeling?

I wanna leave,
before my next contraction hits.

What?

This place is paradise!

The midwife doesn't remember
what half of her instruments are for,

and the ones she does remember
look like torture devices.

And she spent the last hour
stimulating my nipples.

I'm tired.

My genitals haven't pulled a triple shift

since the '94 puerto rican day parade.

No, daddy, please! I'm scared.
I want to go home.

Ladies, we have
a bachelorette in the house tonight,

our first dance is for the future

-Mrs. Fiona Pierce.
-Oh...

Ladies, make some noise!

What?

You said were all doing the full monty!

I was hoping someone
would shoot you today,

save myself a lot of trouble.

But I guess, I was wrong about you, Carl.

Really?

Fuck, no.

You think tackling some punk
is gonna change anything?

I still hate all 115 pounds of you,

I'm gonna be watching you like a drone.

If I find out you've been
fucking my daughter,

I'm gonna take you out.

Thanks for the ride, sergeant winslow.

Hey!

What the hell's all that about?

I think I wanna be a cop.

I got it pierced years ago. I...

-Did it hurt?
-No.

Take that!

Thank you, thank you.
But I'm not actually a stripper.

Shut up! Take the cash.

Nice moves, babe. You deserve this.

Whoo! Yeah.

Thank you, I've never dranken
from a penis before.

Lana and I have news.

No, Fatima.

-What?
-That's her new name.

She's Egyptian now. Asalaam alaikum.

How much you pay for piece of shit?

Why, what's wrong with it?

It's got 10 numbers.

- Is that bad?
- Social security numbers have nine.

Fuck me!

Guy scammed me, all right,
I'll get a better one, give me some time.

Already fixed.

What do you mean?

We took care of it.

How?

Courthouse, this afternoon,
in and out and hitched.

What?

You got married?

Like fast food drive through
mclesbian wedding.

You didn't say anything.

Not a big deal.

That's not the point!
You went behind my back.

It's just a piece of paper.

Contractions are only three minutes apart!

-Are you sure?
-Yes!

Well, squeeze your legs together!

I aced the test.

Congratulations.

And then I get the paperwork
to get certified.

"Have you ever spent
any time in a mental institution

"or been treated for mental illness?"

Fucking believe that?

I get a perfect score on my test
and they wanna keep me from being an EMT

because I fucking...

I spent a few days
in an inpatient program?

Lie.

What?

It's none of their god damn business.

You would want me to lie to them?

Sign it and send it in.

Really?

Why not?

Well, you were pissed at me this morning

'cause I didn't wanna tell you
my sexual history.

I was.

So, you want me to lie to them
but not to you?

Yeah.

You don't see a problem with that?

They're not sucking your dick.

It's a job, your mental health
is none of their business.

Were you worried I was gonna freak
on how many guys you've been with?

I'm a good-looking fireman.

Son, I'll go toe-to-toe with your number
any day of the week.

I told the nurse I have no idea
how many guys I've been with.

I danced in a strip club,

and I worked the back of the house
as much as the front.

All right.

Okay.

I did a porn movie.

You did a porn?

Bareback.

Got it.

Give me that.

Fuck 'em.

Sign it.

We drop it in the mail
on the way to carmadelle's.

I made a reservation.

Told them to put some champagne on ice.

I knew you were gonna ace that shit.

I'm coming.

Here you go!

Frank, you're the only one
who's ever been there for me.

Taking me to the doctor appointments,

making sure
I always have a roof over my head,

bringing me home.

You're carrying on a family tradition,
having your baby here.

All my kids were born in this house.

Almost all of them survived.

I'll cut the cord.

- Hey!
- Okay, come on.

-What are you doing? Hey!
-Shouldn't have fucked with g-dog.

Gentlemen, I know
we can figure something out.

-You don't mean to do that.
-Let's go!

It's pretty dramatic,
don't you think?

Wait, where are you taking him?

Where are you going?

Hey!

Dad!

Frank!

Oh.

My water!

Help!

Somebody help me!

Lay down, lay down!

All right, all right, I'll get my truck
so we can go to the hospital.

No! No hospitals!

We don't have time to argue.

No shit. This baby is coming.

-Now?
-She's crowning.

-Oh...
-What the fuck are you doing?

I capture moment.

Quick, who delivered Liam?

Monica. She was high, he slid right out.

Go, get Sylvia from down the block,
she's a nurse.

No good, she's at cook county.

I thought she worked at rush.

No, cook county department of corrections.

She shot her husband.

You worked at a nursing home.

Changing bed pans,
I never delivered a damn baby!

My daughter's having a baby,
you animals!

I don't mean,
not animals, like, jungle animals.

It's not a race thing. I... come on.

I don't have a racist bone in my body.

Why are there blankets on the walls?

That's an excellent question.

You know, people think that
the best way to trap sound is foam

but that's a misconception, dawg.

Foam prevents echo,

but it don't stop noise.

You're looking at nine layers
of five-eight sheetrock

plus the best fiberglass money can buy.

Home depot,

that's my jam.

Final touch, thick blankets,
which are surprisingly effective.

At what?

Making sure no one hears you screaming.

Oh, come on!

You don't have to do that. Please.

Thirty-five hundred degrees,

burn fingers right off.

I'll get the money! I will get the money!

Somehow! I'll do it.
I'll make it right with your boss!

I'll make it right!

I can make it right. Come on! Come on!

Okay, hold on, I can get opium!

A lot of it.

Is she gonna have the baby on the table?

All right, ambulance is on its way.

It says we need towels.

- Already got 'em.
- Okay, okay.

So, put them under her to catch all the...

Fuck! Just put them under!

Shit!

It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay.
I'm right here.

When I was having my girls,
the doc told me

to do three quick pants
and then one long blow, okay?

- I'm gonna do it with you, okay?
- There you go.

We're gonna start pushing now, okay?

-Uh-huh...
-All right? Here we come.

-All right.
-Ready and push!

Push, push, push, push! Push, baby, push!

Let's go! All right!

Push! Don't stop! That's it!

Which way?

Over there.

You try to run,
we break your legs.

Is the baby okay?

Yeah. She's great.

She?

Yeah.

Oh.

You did amazing, debs.

My god.

My daughter.

She's so big.

Hi, Frances.

Do you recognize my voice?

Frances?

After her grandfather.

Frank?

Yeah.

She's so beautiful!

Thank you.

All right, all right.

See?

I told you.

It's fucking beautiful.

Where's the opium at?

It's right here.

What the fuck
are we supposed to do with plants?

Where do you think opium comes from?

I never made the shit!

Well, you got to harvest it.

Get the fuck out of my warehouse!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Put down the gun, you grizzled-ass bitch.

You don't wanna do this.

You're trespassing.

Where's the opium, old man?

You punks don't scare me,
I was at khe sahn.

Where's the fucking opium?

Don't do it.

Frank!

-We'll take her to rush.
-We'll be right behind you, debs.

I'm coming, too.

Uh, no, that's okay.

You don't want me to come?

I do, but you were right,
I need to do this on my own.

-Debbie, I...
-It's just me.

Excuse me, miss.