All language subtitles for Shameless.S07E04.720p.BluRay.x264-DEMAND

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.
- Hey. Nice to meet you.

I'll show you around.

Uh, sign is self-explanatory.

You know, the Feds showed up
at my internship today.

They 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.

-ls there gonna be gunfire?
- I sure as shit hope so.

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
any time 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! Some taken.
- There's no offense!

- 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?

Mmm.

Whoa! I might be easy, but I draw
the line at white supremacy.

No, I think it's a Buddhist symbol.

Huh.

- Been dead all night?
- Yeah, since 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. Says we're open 24/7.

- We are.
- Right.

I got you, girl. I got you.

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

The kids stumble right past us.

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. 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. Mmm-hmm.
- Oh, a speakeasy.

Max, throw together a late-night menu,
would you? Make it a little grungy.

Yeah, you got it, boss. Here.

Lunch special. Artichoke, spinach,
pepperjack on toasted sourdough.

- Hmm.
- Bougie grilled cheese. 8 bucks?

Ten. Throw in some gourmet pickles.

You got it.

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 chilling! 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.

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.

This is all I could scrounge up.

Great. I'll expect
the other $372.22 shortly.

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

Donut Prince is hiring.

Passed it on the way home.
Snagged you an application.

Well, what am I supposed
to do with Harry?

Not my problem.

I swear that Russian is up to no good.

- What'd she do now?
- What? Not Svetlana, her father.

You got two weeks. If you can't get
together your share by then,

I got to rent out your room.

Where am I supposed to go?

Mmm, 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 daycare 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?

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

There you go, Jocelyn.
You like 'em 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 cock suckers.

Just kidding.

My son's gay-

Jesus, it is hotter
than a hooker's hankie in here.

Hey!
Let's have 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.

Tell you what, from now on, we'll
have him indoors by 10:30. All good?

You don't belong here!

Why is she so angry?

Lesbians are traditionally angry.
Ignore her.

You want something to eat?

You and your pal? Okay, 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?

welcome back, man.

All right, bastard.

Keep your shit together this time, okay?

I will.

You Phillip?

- Yeah.
- What happened to your face?

- Uh, fence injury.
- I used to fence at Dartmouth.

No, I was, I was jumping a fence.

I need you to sign
and scan these documents.

Email it to me by tomorrow.

- Follow me.
- Uh...

- Who're 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.

-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.

Ice macchiato.

- Hi.
- The register won't open.

Oh, shit. Did you, uh,
unplug and re-plug it?

What about pounding the sides?
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 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.

But what am I supposed to do?

Call Lip.

TREVOR". 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, uh, check it out.

Nice charm.

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.

- Hmm, that's no fun.
- Yeah.

My crew does a Boystown crawl
every other week.

And there's a couple new places
on Halsted 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 bag's in there.
Red bag is regular brew--

So what exactly do you do here?

We process credit cards
for fantasy sports.

You're always want to go ahead
and use purified water, okay?

Never tap. It's over there.

- Like Game of Thrones?
- Uh...

No. 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.

And what you want to do is get the coffee
grounds, then tamp down this thing.

Isn't online gambling illegal?

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

Look, just 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 2%
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 anotherjob?

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 in any place
you see dirt.

New Ian and New Carl, here you go.

Sweep up the cigarette butts
and the needles outside on the street.

And New Fiona, clean the trash
from the lot under the L.

How is that fighting dirty?

We become them.
This is psychological warfare.

A thinking man's game.

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

No talking to the lamppost after dark.

New Lip, no more jacking off
in the back yard.

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 you, do you know
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.

Doesn't mean we're in a position
to buy new equipment.

We just got out of the hole Sean dug.

Where have you been keeping the cash?

Twenties, fives, tens and ones.

We used calculators and wrote everything
down on a pad.

Oh, your 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 is a hit.

And 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 childcare.

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.
lhavejob.

I am kept woman.

You want good life?

Find someone to keep you.

Well, 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 Two 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 go upstairs.
You want me to go--

Okay, fine! I'll go upstairs.
I'll be right back.

We are not doing Tinder.
Tinder is for hook-ups,

and we don't want a hook-up.

We want someone old-fashioned.

Someone who wants to keep a woman.

But for what?

To listen to everything he says.

Hah! 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.

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.

- HeY-
- HeY-

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.

You want to go join them?

I got a better idea.
Let's go get hammered.

Yeah.

Hey, man, is anybody else around?

No.

Morons.

If I were the Feds,

what would I want to know?

Holy shit.

Thanks for the ride.

You still applying to Cadet school?

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 could 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.

Yeah, it should. It 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. 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.

Uh, I assumed that you were
non-binary too. That's my-—

Oh, no, no, no. 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 could fuck any guy here.
I don't need your cis-gender ass.

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

Sorry.

Seriously, 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?

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.

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

It's fucking unreal.

I'm planning this big

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

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.

Yeah, I have no idea what you just said.

Carl and Debbie were blowing up
my phone today.

Anything serious?

Well, 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!

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 speak-easy
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.

Hashtag speakeasy2016.

Guerrilla marketing. I love it.

Anybody seen the screw driver?

I want to go to military school.

- Why?
- Dom's dad went.

Thought you and Dom broke up.

We did.

Where the fuck is it?

Fiona.

Wow.

- Are you 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.

Well, what if it's too much? I spent
my last dollar on my circumcision.

Talk to Lip.

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.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Okay. You drive like a fucking maniac.

You still drunk?

Well, 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.

Staring.

Sorry. It's just--

You look so much like a dude.

That's cool, since I am a dude.

Hey, how did you grow the, uh, mustache?

I'm on T. Testosterone?

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

Yeah. I got 'em chopped the fuck off.
It was the best day of my life.

Oh. Didn't that hurt?

No. They didn't belong on my body.

If you had an extra thumb on your hand,
wouldn't you want it gone?

Well, yeah. Oh!

Heads up, fuckers.

He'!-

Nice work with the air conditioner.

Works like a charm. Where'd you get it?

No, don't tell me. I don't,
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 fellow.

That's my dad.

Oh.

Oh, my God. It's like the
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 thew 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.

Calm down, okay?
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 the memo drop.

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

Yeah, just to organize 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.

- The fuck's an NDA?
- It's a non-disclosure 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've a warrant for servers
one through 120.

Drat.

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.

- What are you doing?
- Crawling!

- Why?
- Because you are!

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

Thought you said this was legal!

Yeah, I guess not.

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, and now he's a old, fat fuck
working for Homeland Security.

Am I gonna get out like that?

Yeah, maybe.

I mean, not just gaining
physical strength, you know.

You get 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.

- Whoa. That's a lot of people.
- Yeah. Don't worry, they don't bite.

- Hi.
- Hi!

Hello.

This is Ian. Ian, this is my crew
from the LGBTQIA Center.

- Hey, Ian.
- How are you?

Are you gonna introduce yourselves
or do I have to do it for you?

I'm Bethany. I'm a tri-racial
cis gendered girl-fag.

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

Okay-

Hi. Emerson.

Gender-fluid hetero-romantic
demi-sexual mutt, and a red head.

My pronoun is "zie."

Hey, I'm Rabbit. Gender queer,
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.

Uh... What is inter, uh-- Intersex?

Uh, when a person is born

with what is typically perceived
as both male and female sex organs.

Uh... Uh...

What, um, is AFAB?

Assigned Female At Birth.

When your parents decide your gender

without considering how
you may identify in the future.

Okay. And what's the whole,
um, 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.

It's okay, you'll get it.

- Yvon!
- Gemma!

They were here!

He came to get more diapers.
He changed their clothes!

Photomart receipt.

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

Oh, God. Oh, God.

- Call the police.
- Oh, God. Oh, God.

Okay. Uh, sorry for the heat.

Computer lab's the only room
with an AC and it's locked.

We didn't expect our unit to get stolen.

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 you. 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-ls-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 lamp post,

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's blessed
to have you as an advocate.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

I think we're prepared to take a vote.

Yeah.

All in favor of preserving the shelter,

-raise your hands.
- 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 actually 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.

He doesn't speak any English.

He only speaks Russian.
He has Russian ties with 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?

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've rented a bulldozer.

They're gonna start
the demolition at midnight.

You'd best be there with cameras.

And a pretty news anchor.

You're welcome.

Oh, your stolen babies are back.

- God! Oh, goodness!
- Our baby patriots!

- Oh, my God. Come here. Hi!
- Hi.

- Look at this.
- Hi, baby.

Oh, my goodness, I missed you. Oh!

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.

Well, you betrayed me.

We weren't thinking straight.

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're so sorry. We're total dicks.

Yes.

I need a drink.

Well, two hours and
twenty 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.

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.

If 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 90t 3 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.

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 non-profit.
Do something good for the world.

Get a degree, teach for the universities.

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?

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

Five-hundred students as smart as you,

with your background,
walked 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're 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.

Here you go.
Purple red eye and a malted barley tea.

Hi.

Wow. It's really coming down out there.

Hi, thanks for coming.

Hi, buddy.

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 fliers
looking for a life partner.

- You got to get on that.
- Yikes. Got it.

Hey. Turn it up!

Hey!

Are my spouses ready for punishment?

Are you sure your dad's not coming down?

He is dead drunk on house floor,
you are safe.

Damn, baby!

I hate to say this, but you make
one fine looking horsey.

I thought this would feel sexier.

Make him trot.

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 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 did 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 Jenga
is the Swahili word for build?

Oh, and that Candyland was invented by a
school teacher recovering from polio?

- I did not.
- Exactly!

And do you know why?
Because nobody gives a shit.

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.

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.

Fuck you, Frank!

Fuck you!

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