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No, no, fucker, no!

Fuck no!

I am not telling you

what happened last season on "Shameless"!

Yeah!

Yeahno!

Not without me, Frank, you motherfucker!

Put me down. Put me down.

No more! Ah!

Ooh.

How long did the doctor say

you were gonna be like this?

Three to six months.

I think I might be gay.

Where is this coming from?

Is this because you're a welder now?

No, I've just been feeling ways

that I've never felt before.

Is Liam back from church yet?

- Yeah. - Where is he?

- In his room. - His room?

Yeah, I've noticed that you're black.

Your point?

That you have never made any attempt

to surround me with my own cultural and racial heritage.

- What's this? - My list of demands.

Once agreed upon, I'll consider coming home.

I didn't make it past

the first round of cuts for West Point.

You're going back to school.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are, Carl.

I'm a loser, Debbie.

So are you done being a pussy

and ready to get back to being the man that I love?

Oh, shit.

You guys invited Jabby?

I was hoping you'd be here.

I've having a lot of really great sex recently.

Let's go bang one out,

get my average back in the shitter where it belongs.

Yeah, you know, I could use

some fresh puke on my shoes, so that'd be good.

I'm pregnant.

You sure it's mine?

Yeah, I'm sure it's yours.

If you decide to have this baby,

I wanna make damn sure it has a father.

Anybody order a hot piece of ass?

Feast your eyes, boys.

You can look, but you can't touch.

Is that Jesus?

And I'm thinking maybe it's time for me to go.

You should go.

What?

You should get the fuck out.

You deserve it.

You should go as far away as you can.

A check for $50,000.

"Love you."

Yeah, she does.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, baby.

I'm so wet.

I'm so very, very wet.

Um...

- One sec. One sec. - What?

Okay.

Yeah.

- Yeah.

It slipped out again. I slipped.

Okay, hang on. Let me get on top.

All right.

Careful, careful.

Yeah.

Whew, okay.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, no, whoa, whoa, I just felt the baby kick.

Oh, focus.

Baby likes it.

Yeah.

Really?

Yeah, yeah, oh!

Is it really that hard to put your clothes down the chute?

Come on!

Baby wants you to smack that ass.

No, Liam, I have to pee!

- Oh, yes, yes! - Oh.

Sorry, Sister Debbie.

Five after seven is my bathroom time,

per the deal with me

for me to come live in this cracker barrel.

I'm not your maid, people!

Ooh.

Ugh.

Get your head out of the sink, Frank.

Where's your pants?

Has anyone seen my gas mask?

And my work boots?

Anything left in the upstairs hallway

can now be found in the backyard!

What? Why?

'Cause the hallway is a public space,

and all public spaces need to be kept clear of clutter

to allow for safe egress in the event of fire.

All right.

Can you get out of the kitchen, Frank?

Hey, shoo.

No pants, Frank.

Hey, good morning, Debbie.

Mwah.

Hi.

Who are you supposed to be today?

Frederick Douglass.

Liam, sausage and eggs.

Grab a plate.

I don't eat the white man's swine.

- Huh? - Pork.

I like swine.

Hey!

Ouch.

Only kids under 12 eat for free.

Everybody else pays.

Farhad's letting me

borrow his car on Saturday to go visit Ian.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, if any of you guys want to tag along,

Franny and I are gonna leave at 8 a.m. sharp.

Yeah, we're in.

Me too.

Cool. Frank?

What?

Down to visit Ian?

No one ran a load?

Okay, listen up, people.

For the last time, I'm not Fiona.

I've got my own kid to raise.

If you wanna do your laundry, do it yourself.

It's right there.

You don't want breakfast, Liam? Fine.

I gotta get to work.

All right, you good?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Bye.

I love you so much.

I miss you already.

All right.

- I'll see you. - Yeah.

Bye, family.

Bye.

She have a serious head injury or something recently?

Ah, it's just the baby hormones making her nice.

- School? - Yep.

All right, let's go.

Bye, Debs. See ya, Franny.

Bye.

Gallagher, get your ass up!

How long have I been in here?

Clean yourself up.

You're graduating

so we can kick you the hell out.

- Attention!

Forward!

One, two!

Left, left, right, left.

Left, left, left, right, left.

Your dashiki came!

Yeah, yesterday.

Very handsome.

Frederick Douglass breakfast?

Slave or freedom breakfast?

Slave breakfast from my new "Slave Quarters Cookbook,"

grits and okra.

Slaves ate okra?

That's what the book says okra, weeds, roots,

whatever we could grow or dig up behind slave quarters.

Master only gave us a cup of cornmeal a day to live on.

Want some blackstrap molasses?

Sure.

What do you think of Chukwuemeka?

I wanna ditch my slave name.

It means "God has done something great" in Igbo.

I like it.

God definitely did something great day you were born.

Mornin'.

Mornin'.

Good morning, girls.

- Hi. - Hi, Daddy.

Don King, right?

No, Frederick Douglass.

Who?

Author, orator, escaped slave.

Oh, you two studying him in your "being black" class?

Yep, we are up to the Civil War.

Reconstruction is next.

Have to cover the Emancipation Proclamation

and the defeat of the slave-owning traitor

Robert E. Lee at the hands of black soldiers

who fought and died to save America for the white man.

I always thought Robert E. Lee

was some sort of great general.

Racist shithead.

But don't he have statues?

Statues all gotta come down.

What the hell is that?

Chitlins.

- Chitlins? - Pig intestines.

Really?

We gotta eat what our ancestors ate

if we're gonna understand what they sacrificed for us.

All right, baby, I'm going to the park to shoot some hoops.

I'll see you later at the Alibi.

Bye, girls. See you later, Fred.

Why can't I get

a couple of hundred bucks of my Fiona money now?

Fiona didn't leave you any money, Frank.

She left money for the family,

and she left it under my control

because she knows I'm the only Gallagher

that wouldn't waste it on frivolous, stupid things.

I've divided Fiona's $50,000 into three categories:

30,000 for essentials, 20,000 for savings.

Savings?

What the hell for?

We need a rainy day fund, Frank.

Anytime you're around, it's pouring.

After I take care of all of the essentials,

whatever's left goes into the discretionary fund

with money divided equally for each of us,

you included, unfortunately.

Doctors?

Yep, and dentists.

What's wrong with the ER?

It's free.

The ER is not free, Frank.

You just don't pay your bills.

Garbage disposal, home repairs.

Taxes?

What's this 600 bucks you've already taken

out of my nonexistent discretionary money?

600 bucks, new couch.

There's nothing wrong with our couch.

You spent the last six months

dribbling your broken leg juices and piss all over it.

It's perfectly fine.

It's just

the cushions need plumping, that's all.

Yeah, we're getting a new couch,

and it's coming out of your share.

Oh, no, it is not.

Yeah, it is.

All right, I gotta go to work now,

you know, that thing people do to make money

to support their children.

You might want to wash those clothes.

You smell like

a sushi restaurant dumpster on a hot day.

Right here, here. Here, here.

Oh!

Don't give it to him.

I'm open. Pass me the ball.

Here, here, here, here, here.

I got it. I got it.

- Awesome, Pete. - Thanks, man.

Give me the ball, man. Give me the ball.

Give me the ball!

Come on, man.

Give me the damn ball, man.

Give me the rock. I'm open.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, look up! Look up!

Pass it!

Right here, here, here, here.

Oh, man.

Morning, Gloria.

Anything governmental check-like in there?

Government hasn't figured out you're scamming

our hard-earned taxpayer dollars yet, Frank?

I am a loyal citizen of this great republic,

currently unemployed due to endemic ageism

and disruptive technologies

reordering everything in our new gig economy.

Fiona, Fiona.

Fiona, Fiona, Fiona. Fiona.

You should thank me for continuing to pay

your inflated civil service wages

while the Silicon Valley eggheads program the drones

that will make your antiquated job obsolete.

Here we go.

Don't look at me like that.

I've got a system.

It's all going back.

Nordstrom's is blue,

Marshalls is pink,

Bloomie's is purple,

Chanel is orange, Gucci's black,

and Prada is yellow.

I deserve to feel special.

What should I wear under my Carhartts today,

La Perla or Victoria's Secret?

Victoria's Secret.

Victoria's Secret it is.

Who you supposed to be today?

Frederick Douglass.

In a dashiki?

Douglass was from Senegambia.

Dude, it's not a real place.

You gotta chill out with that shit.

You look like "Coming to America."

Most people aren't as ignorant as you.

They'll appreciate this.

We going or not?

Okay.

I'm not walking next to you dressed like that.

She wants to have sex all the time.

All right, three times last night

and again this morning.

No hemorrhoids or problems with the mucus plug?

What's a mucus plug?

You'd know if you'd had a problem with it.

You know, I never thought I'd be complaining

about having this much sex.

Enjoy it while you can.

Cami didn't want me to touch her for months

after Miles was born.

Oh, that's the thing,

she's so fucking nice to me all the time.

You know, it's all honey, sweetie.

She called me boo this morning.

I mean, it's "alien abduction movie" creepy.

I don't like it.

It won't last.

Once the baby's born, with the sleep deprivation,

the postpartum craziness, and Tami being kind of a bitch,

it's gonna be a rough ride, my friend.

Is that valves?

Hmm, and rings.

Cami's making a list of stuff she thinks

you still need to buy before your baby gets here.

Oh, come on, man. Really?

Whawhat about all the shit we got at the baby shower?

The expensive stuff nobody around here

can afford to give at a shower.

It's a fancy breast pump,

baby video monitor that connects to your phone,

some Scandinavian car seat-stroller combo thing.

I grew up around a ton of kids.

I never had any of that shit.

You know, Frank wouldn't even buy us diapers half the time.

He'd tape garbage bags around us,

hose us off in the backyard before bedtime.

Really?

No, but close.

It's on a different floor.

One moment, please. I'll transfer you.

How you feeling, Frank?

Still in a lot of pain, Doc.

Really, after all this time?

I can barely sleep.

The pain is excruciating.

Oxycontin is the only thing making life bearable.

Hmm, well, let's take a look.

Doc, please, careful.

I haven't touched you yet, Frank.

I think that kid surgeon, uh,

musta severed some nerves or something.

How long's it been now, six months?

Five. Five months of agony.

Well, congratulations.

You're healed.

You might experience some minor discomfort,

but you can take care of that with some Advil.

Advil?

Yeah, or anything over the counter will do.

You're cutting me off?

Gotta err on the side of caution.

Oxycontin is highly addictive.

We wouldn't want you to become drug dependent.

Shouldn't you be titrating me down slowly

like a half a dose for a year or two,

- Maybe, um - Nope.

- Vicodin. - No.

- Codeine. - Not a chance.

So that's it.

You're just gonna let me suffer in silence.

Oh, I don't think you're gonna be silent, Frank.

You know, you may want to try

to slip out the back on your way out.

The billing department put out a most-wanted deadbeats poster,

and your picture is on it.

When the doctors in this dump

start caring about their patients in pain,

maybe some of us'll start paying our bills!

Well, shit.

Hey, yo, African booty scratcher!

Yo, dashiki boy!

Yeah, you.

I'm talking to you, Mufasa.

- Yo, kid!

I'm that guy now,

that pathetic old guy that no one guards

because he can't make a basket.

You're not old-old, honey,

but every athlete slows down a bit.

Maybe you just need to change up your game.

Has Brady slowed down?

No, he just won the Super Bowl last year.

Tiger Woods? No.

He won the Masters.

Those guys are freaks of nature

pampered and coddled by an army of trainers and nutritionists.

Not to mention the performance-enhancing drugs.

Brady doesn't use performance-enhancing drugs.

Uh-huh, sure he doesn't.

Look, you can't compare yourself

to professional athletes, Kev.

Hell, I ran a 5.2 40 in high school,

and now I can barely finish a 5K.

Or touch your toes.

You ran a 5K?

Well, I didn't say I ran it.

There was some walking involved.

And an Uber.

It's testosterone.

Men lose one percent every year after the age of 30.

Really, one percent?

You never had any to begin with, so don't worry about it.

It's not me. It's my shitty shoes.

Your shoes?

Yeah, all the players are wearing

Kobes and Jordans and LeBrons.

This is what I need right here.

$350?

Impact cushioning and instant responsiveness

plus easy entry.

That a shoe or a fat hooker?

Absolutely not.

But, V, my old shoes are fucking up my shooting rhythm.

It's not the shoes, honey. You're just getting old.

You just said I wasn't getting old.

For $350, you old as shit,

Bernie Sanders old, Harry Belafonte old.

Well, I'm still buying 'em.

Not with our money, you're not.

It's my money too.

We're on a budget, Kev.

What do you suggest we skip this month,

food or electricity?

All right, fine.

You don't want to help me reclaim my manhood,

that's just fine.

Then I'm gonna earn my own money,

and I'm gonna buy these shoes.

- Stonewall Jackson Keogh.

George S. Patton Lopez.

Carl Francis Hashish Gallagher.

Yo, Gallagher!

You're a disgrace, Gallagher,

a dark, putrid shit stain

on the reputation of this institution.

I never, ever want to see your face again,

not on my campus, not in my town,

my state, and not ever in my army.

We clear, son?

Crystal, sir.

I've informed the Pentagon.

You're not going to be allowed

the honor of dying for your country.

Thank you, sir.

Yeah, baby! Yeah!

This should really help with your arthritis pain,

but beware of any dizziness.

It's a common side effect of Oxycontin.

Oh, II didn't know that.

Well, uh, thank you so much, Bill.

Oh!

Goodness gracious, I'm so sorry.

Oh, no, I'm sure it was my fault.

I am so clumsy these days.

No, no, it's this walker.

I just can't get used to using it.

I broke my hip.

- Your hip? - Yeah.

Oh, that's what happened to my Danny.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Old age isn't for the faint of heart, is it?

When you're right, you're right.

- Yeah. - You take care now.

Oh, you too. Thanks.

Uh, sir?

Sir, uh, uh, you in the walker.

Sir?

III think you have my bag.

Sir?

He's stealing my drugs!

Police!

Police!

Jesus.

- What the fuck, asshole? - Shit, what the fuck?

Mikey?

Frank.

Jesus, Mikey, what

What happened?

What happened to you?

Busted femur.

Bone poked out right through the skin.

Two ER nurses threw up when they saw it.

Oh, train.

I passed out on the Garfield L platform,

then I fell onto the tracks,

and then the train just came and took 'em clean off.

There he is. That's him.

Uh, good seeing you, Mikey.

I gotta go.

- All right. - Go quick.

No, look, he's running away.

Go get him.

Go on, get him.

Outstanding!

They're so fucking disgusting.

They never do their own dishes.

They leave soaking wet towels on the floor after they shower.

There's dirty underwear everywhere.

You'd think it would kill them

to clean their pubes out of the tub

oror use the toilet brush after they take a shit.

And then they get mad at me if I don't buy the groceries

or make dinner or do their laundry.

Mmm, you smell nice.

You wearing that Lancôme again?

Chanel.

I got two spritzes left before I have to return it.

Nice.

Yeah, I like it,

hints of jasmine and elderberry.

They're like blind baby boy pigs.

And why is it my job to take care of them?

I mean, just because they're boys and I'm girl.

You know, the Amazon women had the right idea

raise men in cages for reproduction,

then sacrifice them to Aphrodite

on a big vulva-shaped altar.

It is long past time women take over the world.

Men have been screwing everything up

since Adam forced Eve to eat that damn apple.

Uh, I think the serpent made Eve eat the apple.

Yeah, well, what do you want to bet the serpent had a dick?

I'm so proud of you.

Thanks.

Oh, you made it.

I didn't see your family. Are they here somewhere?

I didn't tell them I was graduating.

Why not?

I wasn't sure I was going to.

Carl, Carl!

Um, Mom, Dad, this is Corporal Carl Gallagher,

the only man who had the courage

to stand up for me when I was assaulted.

Oh!

Mwah. Bless you, Corporal.

Our Charlie couldn't have made it without you.

Corporal Gallagher stood up to eight cadets

when they jumped me in the showers,

waded in to help me with only a bar of soap,

a bottle of conditioner, andand a flip-flop.

I would never have been able to come out as trans

and begin hormone reassignment therapy

if he hadn't been willing to put his body on the line

so that I may live my gender truth.

I will never forget you.

Thank you.

Did he just say he wants to be a girl?

III thought trans meant

he was transferring in from another school.

Did I just spend six fucking weeks in the brig

because some dude wants to be a chick?

So you used to work here.

Yeah, a couple years ago.

Customers loved it when I danced to "I Want Your Sex."

- George Michael. - Yeah, and I do this fantastic

little freeze thing with "Vogue,"

pop up here, Madonna.

How old are you?

30

Come back at 6 and we'll see how it goes.

I'm short a dancer tonight

because Donny's shingles flared up.

Thank you so much, man.

You will not be disappointed, I promise.

Margi, hey.

What are we doing today?

You wanna do, uh, more pink highlights,

or are we taking you back to your natural brunette?

Nordic white with honey streaks.

I'll give it a shot.

You know that mask's kind of freaky, right?

Yeah, well, it's better than Junior

being born with flippers and a tail.

Jeff is definitely cheating on me.

But I'm not gonna confront him.

Think I'll just start sleeping around

until I pick up a nasty STD,

then give it to him so he can give it to her.

Serve the skank right.

You okay?

Tami?

Should we call your doctor?

Ah, ah!

- Just breathe.

Ah!

- Shit.

Hey, can you get that for me?

Lip's phone.

It's Tami.

Yeah, tell her I'll call her right back.

Can he call you back?

Uh, you're gonna wanna take this.

Why? Why? Hey.

Yeah, so I've been doing

a little bit of this and that.

I ran a pigeon drop scheme for a while.

Ah, people still falling for that old chestnut?

Yeah, a sucker born every minute.

What about you? What you been up to?

I've been stuck on the couch recovering for months,

both physically, my femur,

and from a broken heart.

Unlucky in love?

- Kids. - Oh.

My firstborn ran off.

And now my youngest daughter,

the slutty one that had the baby in middle school,

thinks she's in charge.

She's got her grubby, slutty hands

all over the family purse strings,

won't even cough up a few bucks

for her old man to have a cold one

after a long day of work.

You know, we sacrifice so much for our kids,

and first chance they get, wham, bam,

not even "thank you, Dad," you know?

IInah.

Oh, oh, oh.

What you doing?

I thought we were going to your place.

What are we doing here?

Shopping for a little home furnishings.

Do me a favor.

Go hit that fire alarm down there, will ya?

What's in it for me?

What's in it for you?

How about...

...a little Purdue party?

Where's that alarm?

By the elevator.

Yeah.

Please exit the building calmly, everyone.

No need for concern.

Right this way, just out the front doors, please.

Probably just a false alarm.

Right out that door, sir.

They can't stop you from enlisting if you want to.

Fuck the military.

The army would be lucky to have you.

The army can kiss my ass.

Then join the navy with me.

Sail the seven seas. See the world.

Wait, there's seven seas?

You would look so good in white bell-bottoms,

little sailor hat.

Nobody looks good in bell-bottoms.

I, uh, have some bad news.

Herpes?

The day after tomorrow,

I have to report back to Annapolis for Plebe Summer.

Hell's that for?

Freshman officer training.

For how long?

Six weeks.

So we don't have a lot of time to fit it all in.

Fit what all in?

A summer's worth of sex.

48 condoms?

In 32 hours.

You up for the challenge, Gallagher?

Uh, yeah.

Then prove it, pussy.

Yo, V, do we have any turmeric?

No.

What about spirulina?

What the hell's spirulina?

I have no idea,

but it's supposed to boost my testosterone.

How much of that are you supposed to use?

One scoop, but I'm a pretty big guy.

Jesus, Kev.

Holy shit.

Liam, your lip. What the hell happened?

A lack of appreciation of our shared heritage

from some of our less woke black brothers.

What's he drinking?

Testosterone smoothie.

It's supposed to help him get his manly mojo back.

Can I have some?

- No. - Just a little bit?

You sure I can't get just a little bit of that?

Think it's real this time?

I'm not sure.

Did your water break?

No, but

Those are getting pretty close together.

Just shut the fuck up and find a goddamn parking spot!

She's back.

All right.

Oh.

Hey, all right.

Can you walk? Can you walk?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Jesus, of course I can walk.

- Can you?

- Yeaah! - Honey, hey, hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Should you be squatting?

Yeah, did you call my sister?

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

Excuse me!

I told you, I don't want you in there

staring down my cooch

with a baby head popping out while I shit in a hospital bed.

All right, I'm gonna find you a wheelchair

so you don't have the baby in the parking lot, all right?

Ah, oh!

Oh, yeah!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Let's go.

Oh! Whoo!

Whew.

- Who you texting?

Debbie,

let her know we'll be home in a couple of hours.

How many condoms we have left?

Hmm.

41.

We're only averaging one an hour?

I think we're gonna have to cut back on your recovery time.

I think we may need to stop

for a case of Red Bulls and some Tiger Balm.

Mm, I have faith in you, Gallagher.

Mm.

Battery.

- Who's that? - Kelly.

Her and Carl are almost home.

I thought your brother was in the army or something.

Military school.

You excited to see him?

Yeah.

Weird, II guess I kinda miss the little dickhead.

Yeah, excuse me, um, uh, I don't really know

all the answers to these questions.

Don't you have it on file somewhere?

Are you with Miss Tamietti?

- Yeah, yeah. - Get your ass in here.

Whoa, whoa, um...

What, uh whawhat's going on?

Hey, is there something wrong or, um

Put those on.

Sign this.

Wait, what is what is this?

Surgical consent.

Fetal distress.

We're performing an emergency C-section.

We have to get this baby out now.

No, no, no, no. I'm not having a Cesarean.

I'm having my baby naturally.

That's not going to happen, Tami.

- Sign it. - III'm not really her

Are you the father?

- Yeah, yes. - Then sign it.

- Asphyxia.

- Uh... - Hold her hand.

It's coming now. It's all right.

Hey, you the guy taking Donny's place?

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, that's Donny's spot right there.

Hey, uh, do me a favor, would ya?

Rip my ass wax.

I can't reach back there with my arthritis.

You guys are dancers?

Well, yeah.

I've been dancing on Daddy Night for ten years.

Great tips.

Hey.

You can borrow my Tom Selleck, if you want.

Millennials love it.

Okay, go ahead, yank it.

Don't be shy.

Oh!

Oh, thanks.

Ah.

Oh, Carl!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

What?

II think the condom broke.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, hold on.

I'mII'll check.

No, no, I'll do it.

Drive, get out.

I'm ovulating. Get out!

Drive! Drive!

Okay, okay, okay.

- Aren't you gonna sit? - Hell no.

Gotta keep your nasty little swimmers downstream.

- Go! - Where?

Find a drugstore, and fast.

27 for me.

One for you.

Hey.

And two for us to snort now.

You're a true friend, Frankie.

Don't I know it, Mikey.

All hail mighty Oxy,

the Dom Pérignon of opiates.

Thank you, Mr. Sackler.

You know, he'll never get the Nobel Prize...

But he should.

Yeah, Sackler should have his face carved

on the Mount Rushmore of drugs.

Who else should be on that mountain?

Um...

Bob Marley.

Absolutely.

- Willie Nelson. - Gotta have Willie.

- Willie. - Keith Richards.

Keith, yes, Keith.

Of course.

Jimi.

OD'd, maybe not the best example.

- Nirvana.

Well, I loved their first album.

No, man, I'm talking about this moment

peace, heaven, enlightenment.

Shit, you really are high.

- Hmm.

The four noble truths.

You lost me there, littlelittle friend.

Yeah, dukkha,

truth of suffering.

Not big on suffering.

Yeah, life is suffering.

We're born just to die.

Buddha.

You're kinda bumming me out.

Life's finite, Frank.

No one lives forever.

We're just dust waiting to return

to our mother...

The Earth.

Oh, nice cushions, by the way.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Did all right.

Yeah, we did.

We did good.

- Transfers. - I want sushi.

Yeah?

Disneyland.

Anywhere.

It's a boy.

Did you know?

Nono, no.

Check Apgar.

Apgar is seven.

Seven, that's good, right?

- That's good. - That's good.

Hey, hey, it's a boy.

It's a boy.

Yeah?

Yeah, Tami, Tami, you won't believe it.

He's so beautiful.

What are you doing?

My friend Janis

said this is what you do when a condom breaks.

Plan B, aisle two. Monistat, aisle three.

Will there be anything else?

Nope, just the sperm killer and the pineapple Fanta, thanks.

Unless you have any samples of Viagra.

Five-minute Apgar is nine.

- Good work, Dad. - Thanks.

Lip?

Hey, hey.

He's doing great.

Lip?

Tami?

Everything okay?

Weight 3.3 kilos.

Whatwhat's happening to her?

What's going on?

Her BP is dropping.

- She's hemorrhaging. - Tami.

Call surgery, tell them we're coming up.

Tami?

Tami!

Sir, please step back.

I'll go directly to the lab to drop off the sample.

Let's go.

Make sure surgery has O-neg on hand.

I'll let them know.

Hey, do I go with her or...

No, no, you should stay here with your son.

Whoo-hoo!!

Hey, Daddy.

Uh, do you wanna spank me?

I've been a really bad boy.

Okay, thank you, sexy Uncle Sam.

Our next is new.

He's hot. He's ripped.

He's the daddy you wish you had growing up.

Get your milk ready because here comes Captain Crunch!

Love it!

Oh!

The hell, Frank?

I already got a new couch.

It's getting delivered next week.

You cannot leave your drug paraphernalia

laying around for Franny to find.

Is that my apron?

Mikey doesn't like

to get kitchen smells on his clothes.

What are you doing on the floor?

Legs don't seem to wanna work.

Whoa, there's something

you don't see every day.

Hey, how you doin'?

Who is this, Frank?

Mikey O'Shea, follower of Buddha,

seeker of the five truths.

Four.

Lover of dukkha and my best friend.

Am I still taking Franny tonight?

Please.

I've got a deep-sea welding class.

That's a thing?

Yeah, shipyards and oil platforms

pay big dough for underwater welders.

Come on, beautiful girl.

Let's get you and the twins some dinner.

Love you too, pumpkin.

Joining us for dinner tonight, Kwame?

Chitlins involved?

Cheese pizza okay?

Harriet Tubman liked pizza?

That's the rumor.

Nice dashiki.

Hey, everybody, it's a boy.

Oh my!

And Tami?

Um, yeah, she, uhshe needed an emergency C-section.

Um, there were some complications, bleeding.

She'sshe's still in the OR.

Shit.

But she's gonna be okay, right?

I don'tI don't know. I don't know.

I mean, they wouldn't tell me anything else.

Well, go find the fuck out.

Okay, okay, she's in surgery, Cami.

They'll let us know how she is

as soon as they have something to tell us.

Mr. Tamietti?

Yes.

Oh, sorry, you know, I think, uh, she actually means me.

Uh, I'll come back as soon as I know anything, all right?

You up for going one more time before we head in?

I could really use a bed.

I kind of threw my back out.

That, and I need to ice my balls.

Maybe we could do it in the shower and then

- maybe up on the roof.

Debbie?

No, Lip. Tami had the baby.

That's great.

Yeah, but she's in trouble.

What?

Something went wrong.

Yeah, baby.

Hey, looks like the boys love the new daddy, huh?

Did somebody punch your tit?

No, hickeys.

One of the software engineers from Google

likes to pretend he's nursing.

Yeah, well, you're lucky.

I had a guy who wanted me to change his diaper.

- Oh.

Good evening, Mauve.

Oh, welcome back.

Your usual?

Please.

You look fantastic.

Thank you.

I love your dress.

Herve Leger.

Wonderful.

- Thank you.

Fold the bottom of the blanket over baby's feet.

Then just tuck the point into the top, okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Sit.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Set him like this.

Hey.

Hey.

Shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Oh, my gosh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Boy or girl?

Boy.

Are you sure it's yours?

Tami?

I don't know.

Still in surgery.

It'll be okay.

That's your uncle.

It's a boy.

No, Ian doesn't know yet.

- Oh! - Buddy!

Hey, guys, I'm open. I'm open.

Hey, the ball, ball, ball, ball, ball!

- Come on, man! - No, no, no, no!

Oh!