All language subtitles for Shameless (US) S07E04 I Am a Storm

I need new kids.

You need new parents.

Welcome, new gallaghers.

Frank, you can't have
a homeless shelter here.

I beg to differ, neighbor.

Your meds can go
out of balance

when you go through
a high-stress thing

like a breakup.

Just take the week off
and go to a doctor.

Phillip. Tito.
Senior intern.

- Nice to meet you.
- I'll show you around.

Uh, sign is self-explanatory.

The feds showed up
at my internship today.

Took a couple of servers.

- What for?
- No idea.

- You gave a girl what?
- Gonorrhea.

If you don't have it...

- She got it from...
- Another guy's dick.

Is there gonna be gunfire?

I sure as shit hope so.

Move.
Go, go, go!

She was shoplifting.

I just wanted to be
a good mom.

Good moms stick around.

This is my father.

He's staying with us
for a while.

Tinder rocks.

Free sex anytime I want it

so I can save my energy
for more important things.

Patsy's pies?

You spend all day working
for free.

Has a point.

My bullshit internship is

gonna turn
into a non-bullshit career.

Wow.

No offense.

Some taken.

♪ Rock music ♪

♪ think of all
the luck you got ♪

♪ know that
it's not for naught ♪

♪ you were beaming
once before ♪

♪ but it's not like that
anymore ♪

♪ what is this downside ♪

♪ that you speak of? ♪

♪ What is this feeling ♪

♪ you're so sure of? ♪

♪ Round up
the friends you got ♪

♪ know that
they're not for naught ♪

♪ you were willing
once before ♪

♪ but it's not like that
anymore ♪

♪ what is this downside ♪

♪ that you speak of? ♪

♪ What is this feeling ♪

♪ you're so sure of? ♪

- Morning.
- Hey. Can I get a drag?

Ooh. Your next
hit-it-and-quit-it?

On a platter.

Dang.

Six-pack, down for anything,

only in town for a week.

What's the tattoo?

Whoa. I-I might be easy,

but I draw the line
at white supremacy.

Nah, I think
it's a Buddhist symbol.

Huh.

Been dead all night?

Yeah.
Since the dinner rush ended.

Maybe the 24-hour thing's
a shitty idea.

I don't think people know
about it.

I put it on the marquee.

- Morning, boss.
- Hey.

Gonna be a scorcher.

Your sign's wrong.

It says we're open 24/7.

We are.

Right.

We're literally on the way
from the clubs to the l.

The kids stumble right past us.

They're probably headed to
wherever they can keep raging.

Why can't they rage here?

Be right back.

See? I told you.

Yo, what the hell's going on
in here?

It's Wednesday?
I don't know.

It's 4:00 A.M.
and the food's terrible.

It's the only place
still serving booze.

They got a liquor license?

Uh, no. They just put it in mugs
so cops can't tell.

Party, tomorrow night,

after-hours
to announce our new times.

We'll invent bullshit
drink names for the booze

and keep it off the menu.

Folks got to ask for it.

- Oh-ho! A speakeasy.
- Mm-hmm.

Max, throw together
a late-night menu, would you?

Make it a little grungy.

You got it, boss.
Here, lunch special...

Artichoke, spinach, pepper Jack
on toasted sourdough.

- Mm.
- Bourgie grilled cheese.

Eight bucks?

Ten. Throw in
some gourmet pickles.

You got it.

Ugh, man, that two extra hours
of sleep is a miracle.

Thank you so much
for coming every morning.

What? Look at these guys.

They're chillin'.

They dig you.

You like kids, huh?

You're the only gramps
these guys got.

I'm just bummed
that you and my other wife

got off on the wrong foot.

She just doesn't love
how you sold our wife

into sex slavery.

Great talk, man.

Hey!

Okay, see, yeah.

In america,

we take the food
off the knife

before we give it to the babies.

Speaking Russian

Exactly.

- Morning.
- Hey. Morning.

What happened to your face?

Uh, boating accident.

Right.

First of the month.
Pony up.

- What about Ian?
- Paid in advance.

Ugh. Uh...

This is all
I could scrounge up.

Great.

I'll expect
the other $372.22 shortly.

I am a full-time mother
with no help, Fiona.

Donut prince is hiring.

Passed it on the way home.

Snagged you an application.

What am I supposed to do
with Harry?

Not my problem.

I swear that Russian is
up to no good.

- What did she do now?
- What?

Not Svetlana. Her father.

You got two weeks.

Can't get together your share
by then,

I got to rent out your room.

Where am I supposed to go?

Mm, homeless shelter
down the street?

I know the guy who runs it.

That's kind of harsh.

I got to hit the sack.
I'm dying.

Okay, you guys need food,
clothes, bail, whatever,

call lip.

I'm on hiatus.
Love you.

Nice to see you, too.

This is so unfair. Lip?

I got to take Liam to day care,

and then I got to go
to my internship.

All right?
I'll have my phone.

Call me if there's a crisis.

I'm right behind you.

Good luck getting laid

smelling like fried dough
all day.

You always smell like that.
What's your excuse?

Uh, bitches and hormones.

Ha!

Those samaritans can scare up
a spread, I tell you.

Here you go, Jocelyn.

You like them runny, right?

Rocky! Fuel up.

You're gonna
outrun Satan today.

I just know it.

Go easy on the sausages
there, Evan.

Save some
for the other cocksuckers.

I'm just kidding.

My son's gay.

Jesus! It is hotter
than a hooker's hankie in here.

Hey. Let's have a...

A team-building challenge.

First family member to score
a functioning air conditioner

gets a reward.

Daddy frank, someone's
hammering signs in our lawn.

Howdy, neighbor.

Hot enough for you?

This is no place
for a shelter.

I don't know.
Looks okay to me.

We have a two-year-old at home,
one on the way.

It's not safe
for our kids here at night.

Why is your two-year-old out
at night?

Look, my wife and I will happily
donate money to your cause.

We want to support
ending homelessness.

Just not
in your backyard, right?

Last night, he had
a three-hour argument

with a man
he murdered in nam.

He wasn't in nam.
He's 30.

He's a nut-job.

Well...we want to read
bedtime stories to our kids

about rainbows and kittens,

not burning napalm babies
and beheading Charlie.

I'll tell you what...
From now on,

we'll have him indoors
by 10:30.

All good?

You don't belong here!

Ugh!

Why's she so angry?

Lesbians are
traditionally angry.

Ignore her.

You want something to eat?

You and your pal?

I don't think so.

You are so unbelievably cool
with those rancid drunk guys.

I don't know where you get
the Patience.

Lifetime of practice.

Did you check your locker?

No. Why?

Aww.

Welcome back, man.

All right, bastard.

Keep your shit together
this time, okay?

I will.

[Indistinct chatter,
phones ringing

- are you Phillip?
- Yeah.

What happened to your face?

Oh, fence injury.

I used to fence at dartmouth.

No, I was jumping a fence.

I need you to sign
and scan these documents.

Email it to me by tomorrow.

Follow me.

Uh, who are you?

Dylan oswald. Office admin
and your new boss.

- Where's tito?
- Got hired by dueldogs.

200k a year.

You've been promoted.

- I'm senior intern?
- Yep.

- Do I get a pay raise?
- How much do you make now?

- Nothing.
- Double that.

Your new job includes
helping with social media,

doing market research,
attending software seminars,

and training
the new low-level intern.

This is melody.
She is an mit grad

with degrees
in electrical engineering

and computer science.

Tell her how you like
your coffee.

Iced macchiato.

Mm.

Hi.

The register won't open.

Shit.

Did you, uh,
unplug and re-plug it?

What about pounding the side?
Sometimes that works.

Okay. I'll be there
as soon as I can.

Hi.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Nothing.

Well, you got me grounded
for a month, so...

Where's your dad?

Morning, sergeant.
Ready to hit the shooting range?

Yep. Let me grab my gun.

Okay. What's going on?

You've been texting
that college boy all week.

Think I didn't notice?

He has playoffs this week.
He's anxious.

I don't care
if he's starting point guard

for the bulls
in the NBA finals.

I told you to cut it.

But since I have a daughter
who doesn't respect my wishes,

she gets a father
who doesn't respect hers.

Let's go, son.

"Son"?

And I just love fried dough,

which is
why I chose donut prince.

And your crullers
are beyond.

Your app looks good.

Uh...

No criminal record,
positive attitude.

Are there any restrictions
on shifts you can work?

No.

Days? Nights? Weekends?
I need someone flexible.

Schedule can change
at the drop of a hat.

Sure thing.

Excuse me.

Yeah, and if customers get
pissed, ask them what they want

and act like you're
doing them a favor.

- Are you kidding me?
- And smile. It's hot.

Don't panic.
I'm heading in now.

The register broke at patsy's.
I got to head in.

- Well, can you take her with?
- No.

But you're the manager.
You can do whatever you want.

I want not to watch an infant
during the lunch rush

on the hottest day of the year.

Why are you doing this to me?

I'm not doing it to you.

I'm doing it for me.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

Call lip.

Hey. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Any idea who's responsible
for all the anti-shelter signs?

Uh, no idea.
Neighbors, probably.

- Not you?
- No.

Good. I was winding up
for a big old tantrum.

I'm so fucking sick
of these phonies

talking like they give
a shit.

But then they're like,
"ew. Homeless people."

You live around here?

I work on cermak.

You know
children of the night?

It's a center
for at-risk youth.

Some of those kids have
no place to live,

so I'm the mouthy asshole
who tries to place them.

- Trevor.
- Ian.

Uh, which one's the shelter?

Thanks.
I'll check it out.

Nice charm.

♪ Indie rock music ♪

You up all night saving lives?

Kind of. You up all night
saving teens?

Hell, no.

Was getting my swerve on.

You been to that new club
in waukegan?

Converted coal plant.

It's, like, seedy,
but in an appealing way.

No.
I don't really go out much.

Oh. No?

I was in this...

We were homebodies.

Pretty much just hung out
at his place

or at snooty restaurants
with his bitchy friends.

I feel like
a middle-aged shut-in.

- That's no fun.
- Yeah.

My crew does a boystown crawl
every other week.

And there's a couple new places
on halstead you might dig.

What do you like?

Everything.

Hang on.

Um, it's a fucking mess, so...

Here, this one's my fav.

Low-key vibe.

Nice for easing
back into the scene.

Cool.
Catch you there maybe.

Yeah.

Okay, so
first you grind the coffee.

Uh, black bags in there.
Red bag is regular brew.

So what exactly
do you do here?

We process credit cards
for fantasy sports.

You're always gonna want to go
ahead and use purified water.

Okay? Never tap.
It's over there.

Like game of thrones?

Uh, no. It's...It's real sports,
but fake teams.

Who makes up the teams?

The players pick their own.

How do we make money off that?

Well, we make a percentage

off of all the credit card
transactions.

Then what you want to do is
get the coffee grounds

and tamp it down
with this thing.

Isn't online gambling illegal?

- It's not gambling.
- Sounds like gambling.

Look, just, uh, do your work.
Keep your head down.

Don't make any waves.
Don't go near the server room.

And pretty soon,
you and I will both own

one of those six teslas
out front.

'Cause people get teslas
by not making waves.

Uh...

Uh, look, just go ahead
and fill this up

with two percent
from the fridge, all right?

Hey. You okay?

Fiona just cost me a job...
One that she made me apply for.

Now what?

I don't know, debs.

Can you come watch Harry
while I look for another job?

No. I'm at work.

They don't pay you.

I'll drop her off
on your lunch hour.

I don't get one, okay?
I'm sorry.

First order of business...
Furniture.

Apparently, this stuff belongs
to the realty staging company,

and they're taking it back.

So start looking
for street discards...

Mattresses, chairs, couches.

Secondly,
as you may have noticed,

our beloved domicile is
under attack from the locals.

We got to give them zero reason
to take issue with us.

Be on our best behavior.

Solve problems
before they happen.

You're gallaghers now.

And gallaghers fight
for what we deserve.

And we fight dirty.

I got these things
from the garage.

I also found a push mower.

So, new lip, mow the strip
between the street

and the houses.

New Debbie, grab some shrubs

from outside the citibank
on 47th

and just stick them
anyplace you see dirt.

New Ian and new Carl,
here you go.

Sweep up the cigarette butts
and the needles

outside on the street.

New Fiona, clean the trash
from the lot under the l.

How is that "fighting dirty"?

We become them.
This is psychological warfare.

The thinking man's game.

Henceforth, there are new rules
in this house, okay?

♪ Upbeat music ♪

No talking to the lamppost
after dark.

New lip, no more jacking off
in the backyard.

New Fiona, if you're gonna
turn a trick, go one block over.

Yes?
Meeting adjourned.

- Hey. How'd it go?
- We panicked.

Shit. Do...Do you know
how much these cost?

It's from, like, 1910,
so probably a dollar.

I mean the cost to replace it.

Well, we've been
doing okay lately.

It doesn't mean
we're in a position

to buy new equipment.

We just got
out of the hole Sean dug.

Where you been
keeping the cash?

Twenties, fives, tens,
and ones.

We used calculators and wrote
everything down on a pad.

Oh...

Your, uh, Asian Nazi
came looking for you earlier.

Oh, shit. I forgot.

This can't be right.
This says that we made

over a third more
than we usually do.

Grilled cheese was a hit.

I think we're actually starting
to get along kind of.

Yeah. He's working on something
for bar, to help.

It's a surprise.

Oh, sweet.

You know, I still can't believe
he's the same dude

that locked you in a closet

and put a flour sack
over your head.

It was potato sack.

It's like my 12-year-old self
made up my adult life,

and my adult self was like,
"oh, yeah?

I see your offer,
and I raise you 20."

Hey. Is the alibi hiring?

Who's asking?

Me. I need a job
with child care.

Okay, a, you're underage.
You can't even work in a bar.

And, b, we don't have
real employees.

We got spouses and parents.

And, c, I am at peak baby.
Three, and I Max out.

See you inside.

Why you need job?

Fiona's gonna kick me out
unless I can pull my weight.

Find husband.

I have both husband and wife.

I have someone
to watch my son 24/7.

I have job.
I am kept woman.

You want good life?

Find someone to keep you.

I don't need to be kept.
I'm a strong woman.

Don't be strong woman.

Strong women weather storms.

You want to be the storm.

How?

You find someone weak,
stupid, and desperate.

And you wear bras
so your breasts levitate.

All right!
I got this thing together.

I'm gonna take these guys to the
movies where it's nice and cool.

Hellraiser ii is playing.

Toddlers love classic
slasher flicks from the 1980s.

Just kidding.
We're gonna go see dory

for the eight millionth time

so I can stab my eyes out
with a fork.

Kev, I don't think we should let
yvon keep feeding the babies.

The knife thing. I know.

That, and I don't like
the way he looks at them.

How does he look at them?

Like he's trying to figure out
how much they're worth.

That's insane.

You know, you sound
like an insane person.

You know that, right?

- Do I?
- Yeah. You do.

What's up?

What's going on?
Thumbs up.

What's up there?
The sky?

Speak Russian at least.

You want me to go upstairs?

Oh, you want me to go...
Okay, fine.

I'll go upstairs.
I'll be right back.

We are not doing tinder.
Tinder is for hookups.

And we don't want hookup.

We want someone old-fashioned,

someone who wants
to keep a woman.

But for what?

To, uh...

Listen to everything he says.

Ah, good point.
I can do that.

To cook for him.

Yeah.
To...to cuddle. Yes.

For emotional support.
Hell, yes.

To nurture him.

Yeah. Damn straight.
I am a kick-ass nurturer.

Harry...

Your mother is a catch.

♪ Western music ♪

A common misconception

is you need a rigid stance
when firing.

Instead, keep a slight bend
in your arms,

bring your other hand up
for support,

pressing your thumbs together
like this.

Drop one foot back.
Find a steady base.

Bring the tip of the pistol
up to the target.

Squeeze the trigger.

Then...boom.

Now...

...picture somebody
whose guts you hate.

Alpha sigma gonorrhea,

you're toast.

Well, I'll be damned.

You got any more tricks
up your sleeve?

I want to be
on the SWAT team.

Those guys are badass.

Whoo!

- Hey.
- Hey.

Uh, chomping at the bit,
ain't you?

Uh, it's been a while.
It's nice to get out.

My friends ditched me. They're
at some fucking sports bar.

They keep sending me
drunk ass-shots.

Want to go join them?

I got a better idea.

Let's go get hammered.

Yeah.

Hey, man.
Is anybody else around?

No.

Morons.

♪ Upbeat music ♪

If I were the feds...

What would I want to know?

Holy shit.

♪ All he wants ♪

♪ is just a little ♪

♪ unconditional loving ♪

♪ is it so hard ♪

♪ to believe that? ♪

♪ It's all I'm thinking of ♪

♪ when I dream of you ♪

♪ ahh ♪

Thanks for the ride.

You still applying
to cadet school?

Uh, I don't have the grades.

Why not think
about military school?

Look, I was a banger like you

from a hood like this,

into all sorts
of devious shit.

Military school
changed my life.

Well, where is it?

It's down south.

It's a boarding school,
so you can move

out of that home situation
you got.

You don't need all that shit
dragging you down,

not when you can sleep
in a clean bed every night

to the sound of nothing.

All right,
so what's this one for?

Uh, to all the art fags

and drag queens,

circuit boys,
and bitchy twinks.

Guys who like to be watched.

I like to be watched.

Then this one's
for you, baby.

Feels good.

It should.
Cost me 80 bucks.

I'm packing, dummy.

Ah...
Fuck, you brought a gun in here?

Wait.
You saw my charm, right?

Yeah.

I'm trans.
I thought you knew.

Holy shit.

You're...you're a chick?

Oh, god.
Uh, no, I am not a chick.

I am a trans man.

So you don't have a dick?

I have several.
They're made of silicone.

I assumed that you were
nonbinary, too. That's...

Oh, no, no, no.
I'm...I'm normal.

- Normal.
- Yeah.

I'm just, like,
not, like,

a dude with a
fucking vagina.

I'm not a dude
with a vagina, asshole.

I'm a dude who doesn't feel
like talking about his genitals

to some faggot he just met.

- Whoa.
- I got to split.

Whoa. Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

All right. Hey, what
the fuck did I say?

You know what, man?
Don't do me any favors, okay?

I-I can fuck any guy here.

I don't need
your cisgender ass.

I have no idea what the fuck
that even means, all right?

Sorry.

Seriously,
i'm...I'm really sorry.

I got a hair trigger
for this shit.

Also, I am drunk.

Me too.

I'm gonna get another drink.
You want?

Y-Yeah. Let me pay.

No, no, no.
It's all right.

Uh, vodka soda, yeah?

Thanks.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I can't believe
how fucking hot it is.

Ah.

I'm sweating in places I didn't
even know I could sweat.

Yeah, it's fucking unreal.

I'm, uh, planning
this big, uh...

After-hours at patsy's...

Trying to promote
our new times,

get the club kids in.

Sounds like a lot of work.

It is.

Why fix what ain't broke,
though?

I want to do
something different,

something that's mine.

How's your internship?

I found out how the guys
at my job

have been, uh, flying
under the radar.

They use these things called
proxy servers

to reroute ip addresses

from places where fantasy sports
are illegal

to places
where they aren't.

You know, so,
when the feds show up,

they can't nail them.

I have no idea
what you just said.

Carl and Debbie were
blowing up my phone today.

Anything serious?

Even if it was,
I was at work.

I was at work, too.

And I was getting paid for it.

Look, um...

I have the potential
to make a fuck-ton of money.

I can help this family
in a real way.

You're not doing it
for your family.

Hey, how much does
restaurant management pay?

You know, I bet it's less
than a fuck-ton.

♪ Somber rock music ♪

I took the ged
so you would stay in school.

I waitressed my ass off
so that you could go to college

and drink yourself sick.

The past ten years, I've taken
care of every single Gallagher

in this family except one.

I'm done.

Back already?

Let's make our speakeasy
a prohibition gangster thing.

Club kids love a good theme.

Oh, my god. That could be
why we can't use the register.

They didn't have electricity
back then.

I mean, they did,
but who's counting?

And we can dress
like flappers and mob guys.

- Sure.
- I don't do costumes.

All right. Just come by
later for cleanup.

What are you doing?

You'll see.

What are you guys doing
out so late?

I need to borrow
your printer.

For your résumé, I hope.

Nope. New tactic.
Svetlana's idea.

We got to get the word out.
Didi's a rad chalk artist.

What about stickers?
Could tag stuff around town,

take selfies.

#speakeasy2016.

Guerilla marketing.
I love it.

Anybody seen the screwdriver?

I want to go
to military school.

- Why?
- Dom's dad went.

I thought you
and dom broke up.

We did.

Where the fuck is it?

Fiona.

Wow.

You're serious?

Yeah.

- Is it expensive?
- I don't know yet.

Well, I'm not signing anything
till I know

you got the money for it.

What if it's too much?

I spent my last dollar
on my circumcision.

Talk to lip.

Ha!

Don't you worry.

I'll be out of your hair
very, very soon.

I am a storm.

Look, al Capone's gun
did that...1925.

All right.
Somebody make a sign for that.

I got to nap in my office
for a bit.

Okay if I test out
the speakers?

Low, please.

♪ Ry x's "Berlin" playing ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Come down, love ♪

♪ Berlin in the cold ♪

♪ all that fighting,
all that snow ♪

♪ sober nights ♪

♪ and Byron on my mind ♪

♪ tell me I'm not going home ♪

You've got to be
fucking kidding me.

Okay, you drive
like a fucking maniac.

You still drunk?

Oh, I'm not sober, per se.

I'm just kidding. I've been
on club soda since 4:00.

Come on.

I choose to believe that.

You're staring.

Sorry.
It's just...

You look so much like a dude.

Oh, that's cool
since I am a dude.

Hey, how'd you grow the, uh...
Mustache?

I'm on t.
Testosterone.

So you used to have, like,
tits and shit?

Yeah. I got them chopped
the fuck off.

It was the best day
of my life.

Didn't that hurt?

Oh, they didn't belong
on my body.

If you had an extra thumb
on your hand,

wouldn't you want it gone?

Shit.

Oh!

Heads up, fuckers.

Hey.

Nice work
with the air conditioner.

Works like a charm.

Where'd you get it?

No, don't tell me.

I-I don't want to know.

- Oh.
- What's going on, frank?

Cleaning up this shithole

so the neighbors will take
their signs down.

This is Trevor.

Hi. Uh, so you run
the shelter?

Emperor of the disenfranchised,
yes.

Giving these lowlifes
an opportunity

to partake
in some manual labor

for the benefit of society.

That's great. Now you're...
Now you're getting it.

Excuse me.
That's littering, ma'am.

Fuck off, frank.

"Emergency neighborhood council
meeting."

Son of a cunt.

"In light of the recent
appliance theft

at turow elementary,

action must be taken to abolish
the homeless shelter asap."

Okay, no more Mr. Nice neighbor.

Those scumbags have fucked
with the wrong emperor.

Hmm.
Pleasant fella.

That's my dad.

Oh.

Oh, my god. It's like
a zombie apocalypse out there.

When is this heat gonna let up?

Where are the babies?

What do you mean?

Weren't you taking them
this morning?

No, I was parking and re-parking
the boobie Van all day.

I thought Svetlana had them.

Since when do I take babies
anymore?

They're with my father.

You let him take them?

So?
He's their dedushka.

We didn't say
that that was okay.

He makes money for your bar
and watches kids.

He's good to you and babies.

Svetlana, what lunatic
takes kids for a walk

when it's 100 degrees outside?

He's Russian.
He doesn't feel weather.

You are needlessly alarmed.
It annoys me.

It annoys me that you didn't
check with us first

before you let him take
our kids.

That's why he's been
kissing our asses.

- He's gonna sell them.
- He's not gonna sell them.

- He sold Lana.
- Not till puberty.

- I'm calling the cops.
- Baby, baby, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, calm down.

You're not thinking straight.

You need to go talk to Fiona.

She loses kids all the time.
She doesn't freak out.

You want me to take advice
from a woman

who told her sister to go live
in a homeless shelter?

Damn.

Is that why Debbie
needs a job?

I don't know.
I'll ask her

when I get my kids
off of the black market.

He's not gonna sell them.
The worst thing

that's gonna happen is
they'll get heatstroke.

Which could kill them
or give them brain damage.

No, no, no. Heatstroke.
Isn't that when the heat...

Strokes you gently?

Hey.
How's it going, man?

Just doing a memo drop.

Cool, cool. You were working
late last night, I heard.

Yeah, just organizing some shit.

Our server room's
already pretty organized,

but good of you
to check in on it.

We have security cameras
everywhere.

Curious how you figured out
the code.

I'm curious how you figured

no one would be able
to guess it.

You like iPads?

I don't know. Sure.

We just got some
of the new gens.

Why don't you
take these older ones?

What? All of them?

Sure.
We're done using them.

- Yeah. All right.
- Yeah, but before you do that,

I'm gonna need you
to sign this nda.

What the fuck's an nda?

It's a nondisclosure agreement,

which means if you say anything
about anything to anybody,

you'll be sued...Hard.

Dylan, they're back.

Fingers
off the device, sir. Now.

We have a warrant
for servers 1 through 120.

Drats.

Forgot the code
to the server room.

Anybody remember the code?

The eagles have
shat the nest.

Everybody pack it up.

No one move.

We'll be speaking with you all
individually.

The premises is
under federal investigation.

♪ Upbeat music ♪

♪ boys are on the floor ♪

♪ 'cause they're banging
on the door... ♪

- What are you doing?
- Crawling.

- Why?
- Because you are.

- What's going on?
- They're seizing the servers.

I thought you said
this was legal.

Yeah. I guess not.

♪ Do you want to dance,
dance with me tonight? ♪

♪ You and I ♪

First day. Right after
they shaved my afro.

Nearly burst into tears.

Ha!

Me and Felix on the obstacle
course in hell week.

Full fatigues
in that Georgia heat.

And the mosquitoes!

Damn. He's ripped.

Yeah, well,
now he's an old fat fuck

working for homeland security.

Am I gonna get cut like that?

Maybe.

You're not just gaining
physical strength, you know.

You're getting
mentally strong.

I mean, they wake your ass up
at 6:00 A.M. sharp every day.

Suit up, shine your shoes,

shave whatever facial hair
you have,

head outside, and salute,

all before breakfast.

Respect, cleanliness...

You learn how to be a man.

Send him home, daddy!

I'm sorry. I thought I heard my
daughter telling me what to do.

♪ Upbeat rock music ♪

♪ I got to get it, get it,
get me some ♪

♪ yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ give it to me, baby,
give me some ♪

♪ yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ give it to me now ♪

♪ I got to get
before I fall down ♪

♪ got to get me on it tonight ♪

♪ I got to get
before I fall down ♪

♪ got to get me on it tonight ♪

Whoa.
That's a lot of people.

Don't worry.
They don't bite.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Hello.

This is Ian.
Ian, this is my crew

from the lgbtqia center.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Hey, Ian.
- How are you?

Are you, uh, gonna
introduce yourselves,

or do I have to do it for you?

I'm...I'm Bethany.

I'm a tri-racial
cisgendered girl-fag.

I identify as pansexual,
and my pronoun is "she."

Okay.

Hi. Emerson.

Gender-fluid heteroromantic
demisexual mutt.

And a redhead.
My pronoun is "zie."

Hey. I'm rabbit.

Genderqueer tax attorney.

I identify as Jennifer Aniston.

Just kidding.

Ve/vem/vir.

Dx.

Chinese Mexican agender
intersex afab.

My pronoun is "they."

Okay. All right. Is it okay
if I ask a few questions?

Better than to assume
you know the answers.

Um, what is inter...
Uh, inter...Intersex?

Ah, when a person is born
with what is typically perceived

as both male and female
sex organs.

Oh, y...
Uh, what, um...

Afab?

Assigned female at birth...

When your parents decide
your gender

without considering how you may
identify in the future.

Okay, and w-what's the whole,
um, uh, pronoun thing?

When we talk about dx,
we say,

"ask them if they would like
a coffee."

But there's only one of him.
Her. Them.

Fuck. I have no idea
what I'm doing.

You'll get it.

It's okay.
You'll get it.

- Yvon?
- Amy?

Gemma!

Yevgeny? Yevgeny?

Okay.

They were here.
He came to get more diapers.

He changed their clothes.

Foto-mart receipt.

Isn't that for getting, like,
passports or something?

- Oh, god. Oh, god.
- Call the police.

Oh, god.

Okay.
Uh, sorry for the heat.

The computer lab's the only room
with an ac, and it's locked.

We didn't expect our unit
to get stolen.

The city should upgrade
to central air.

Criminal to try to teach kids
in this sweatbox.

So the shelter's location
raises concerns

for the community

about possible negative
outcomes,

exacerbated by the fact that
the site is between two schools.

Both schools have
metal detectors

because the kids keep
bringing guns.

Exactly who are you protecting?

I saw a woman shooting up
at the bus stop.

And the other night,
two drunk teens were

beating the crap
out of each other on my lawn.

Okay. Okay. I hear...
I can make sure

that we do our drugs
and beat each other up indoors,

just like the rest
of you folks.

But let's not pretend
that our house is any different

than your house,

Mr. My wife walked into a door,
over there,

or Ms. This weed is
for my glaucoma.

Okay. More importantly,

we need to take a look
at the possible adverse impact

on our property values

and on the overall quality
of life for the community.

We are the community.

We were here first.
You bought up all our shit.

You're the reason
we're homeless.

When you see a mentally ill
person talking to a lamppost,

do you contact their family?

Do you give them a sandwich?

No. You're no better
than our murderous forefathers

stealing land from the Indians
and then genociding them.

This is nothing
but institutionally mandated

pseudo-genocide!

Thank you for your passion,
Mr. Gallagher.

Uh, that was very moving.

The shelter is blessed
to have you as an advocate.

Thank you.
I appreciate that.

I-I think we're prepared
to take a vote.

Yeah.

All in favor of preserving
the shelter, raise your hand.

Yeah.

Opposed?

So the man who allegedly took
your babies

is their grandfather?

Not all of them.
One of them.

The other two are
his step-grandchildren

through marriage.

Has the parent of the two
stepchildren been contacted?

I'm here. It's me.
The babies are mine and his.

Yeah, she's my wife.

The guy who took them is
my other wife's dad.

Except she's my wife's wife,
not mine...Not legally.

She's my wife,
and I'm his wife.

So the guy is the stepdad
of your wife's wife?

No, she's...Her dad.

He's my father-in-law.

And he doesn't speak
any English.

He only speaks Russian.

He has Russian ties
to the mafia, I think,

and has very disturbing tattoos.

Has he ever threatened
to harm the babies in the past?

Not exactly.

Does he have regular contact
with the babies?

Well, he sees them
every morning,

feeds them breakfast,

speaks to them in Russian,

sings little songs to them.

Is it within the realm
of possibility

that he may have
simply taken them for a walk?

♪ Upbeat bluesy music ♪

Oh, my god, a candidate.

Hello. This is Debbie.

Hi. Yes, that's me.

Thank you! I was trying
to make them levitate.

Yeah. For sure.

Um, just text me the address.

Yeah. Sweet.

Me too. Bye.

We got a date!

Yes. They rented a bulldozer.

They're gonna start
the demolition at midnight.

You best be there with cameras

and a pretty news anchor.

You're welcome.

Oh, your stolen babies
are back.

Thank god!
Oh, you...

Our baby patriots!
Oh, my god!

- Come here!
- Hi, baby!

Oh, my goodness.
I missed you.

We can call off the cops.

Wait. You called the police
on my father?

You know he's illegal.
He could get deported.

- We thought he took the babies.
- You betrayed me.

We weren't thinking straight.

Speaking Russian

aw...

Would you look at that?

It is gift for giving him job
and place to stay

and for allowing him to be
with grandchildren.

We are so sorry.
We're total dicks.

Yes.

I need a drink.

Well, two hours
and 20 quarters later,

frank Gallagher has begun
a revolution,

and it will be televised.

Hey.

Can you lend me, like,
six cases of beer

and 20 bottles of wine?

Also, thrift store on ogden...

Which one screams
illegal booze party?

You okay?

Sure. Except you only come
around when you need something.

- Huh?
- I've had a hell of a day.

We haven't really spoken
in weeks, and you waltz in...

No "hi, how are you?"

Just "give me beer."

Okay. What about
the insane day I had

being manager of patsy's?

- When did that happen?
- Weeks ago.

You'd have known if you'd
bothered to check in with me.

I was just at your house
yesterday.

I suppose you were too busy
kicking Debbie out to notice.

I asked her to get a job
like a responsible human,

not staple a photo of her tits
to a pole

with her phone number
beneath it

like your wife told her to.

She has a good chest.
She should use it.

Mind your fucking business.

Hey, we have some things
we need to discuss.

We'll do it later.

No, we won't.
You're busy.

Babies, a bar, a bride.

No time for me and my shit.

I got a party to plan.

What the hell was that?

Did you see
how rude she was to Lana?

Debbie asked Lana for help.

She uses people.
You have outgrown her.

Move on.

I'm so sorry she was
such a bitch to you.

And I'm sorry we called
the cops on your daddy.

Sorry is not enough.

In my country,
you insult someone's father,

you get sent to farm
to fuck a horse.

Okay, so...

You knew that you were hooking
me up with a shady business?

What's shady?

Those guys are half as smart
as you, and they're loaded.

Yeah, and they're probably
in prison right now.

Not for long. They can afford
excellent legal representation.

Yeah, of course they can.

They got rich
screwing people over.

Do you feel screwed over?

No. I feel pissed.

Because you lost
your internship?

No. Because they were
stupid enough to get caught.

Well, you've got
about three options now.

One, become one of them
on wall street.

Go fuck over some assholes
who have more money

than they deserve,

and make yourself a pile
in the process.

And two?

Work for a nonprofit.

Do something good
for the world.

Get a degree,
teach at a university.

Snooze through the next
40 years.

Three?

Work in the it department
at Macy's.

Vacation at Disney.
Coach little league.

Those are my choices?

What, I get to be a criminal,
or I get to be a schmuck?

500 students as smart as you
with your background

walk through my doors.

None of them smashed my car.

None of them fucked
their professors.

You want to destroy shit,

and you want to be rewarded
for it.

So answer this...

Is it a crime
to rip people off

who are ripping off
other people?

What if I don't want
to spend a lifetime running?

Who ran when the feds
showed up today?

- Me.
- Who else?

Don't run.

Be the guy who has nothing
to run from.

The system will be rigged
in your favor, lip,

'cause you'll be the one
rigging it.

♪ Upbeat jazz music ♪

Here you go...A triple red eye
and a malted barley tea.

Hi.

Wow. It's really coming down
out there.

Hi! Thanks for coming.

♪ Sixty-nine times
and then one more ♪

Hey. Hey.
Ooh, you're out so late.

You hungry?
You want a burger?

Hey, Max, can I get an order
of sliders?

- What's that?
- It's your new ordering system.

I installed point-of-sale
software,

and it processes credit cards.

Is that an apology
for being a dick?

Kind of.
Yeah.

I'll take it.
Thanks.

Debs is posting tear-off flyers
looking for a life partner.

You got to get on that.

Yikes.
Got it.

Hey! Turn it up!

♪ I'll be doing,
I'll be doing what it takes ♪

Hey!

♪ Hustle, hustle all day,
no breaks ♪

♪ hustle, hustle all day ♪

♪ no breaks ♪

♪ hustle, hustle all day ♪

♪ no breaks ♪

♪ everybody want to ball out ♪

♪ but nobody want
to put in work ♪

♪ when they come,
they're going all out ♪

Are my spouses ready
for punishment?

Are you sure
your dad's not coming down?

He is dead-drunk on hall floor.
You are safe.

Damn, baby.
I hate to say this,

but you make one
fine-looking horsie.

I thought this
would feel sexier.

Make him trot.

♪ Country music ♪

♪ ...since you've gone ♪

♪ I've been missing you
for oh so long ♪

Why do I have to wear
the saddle?

I'm a concerned father

who only wants a better life
for his family,

and you monsters want
to tear it from me.

Well, I'm a fighter.

You will have to rip me
from this railing

with a...
An army of billionaires.

I ask you, what kind of a city
do we want to live in?

How about a city
that loves its people?

All people!

Addicts and thieves

and teen boys
who suck cock for a living.

Holy shit. Patsy's made,
like, 1,500 tonight.

How'd you do in tips?

- I got two bills.
- Damn!

Hump her on the table,
why don't you?

- That doesn't bother you?
- Why would it?

We're not dating. We just hit it
every now and then.

Hey, debs, you're late!

You missed a kick-ass party.

I had a date.
Just ended.

A little sexy time?

Not at all.

Did you know that "jenga" is
the Swahili word for "build"?

Oh, and that candy land

was invented by a school teacher
recovering from polio?

I did not.

Exactly.
And do you know why?

Because nobody gives a shit.

Is this one of your
life-partner folks?

- I'm starving.
- That food costs money, debs.

Why am I the only one
in the family

you haven't offered a job to?

You'd listen to me?
Do what I ask?

Come in when I tell you to?
I'd be your boss.

You'd take orders from me?

No.

Just add it to my tab.

♪ Somber music ♪

♪ Upbeat music ♪

Reporting live

from an incredibly dire
situation happening right now

in one of Chicago's
poorest neighborhoods.

Behind me, a shelter
on the verge of destruction.

Its residents about to be
homeless yet again.

But while the fate
of the shelter is critical,

one local hero has decided
to take a stand.

- Fucking frank!
- Fuck you, frank!

Idiot.