All language subtitles for cc8

Where the hell were you guys
last week?

I think we should have our own kid.

Well, can we start right now?

You're a loud, mean, vicious bitch.

I will fuck you up.

- Shit.
- Shit.

How about let's teach you a skill?

Where's your grandmother?

- Buying supplies.
- I'll kill her.

Can't we call the police,
tell them about the meth lab?

- What happened?
- ER doc says cancer.

Stage lV, pancreatic.
Doesn't have long.

Can you do something for me?

Get rid of Jody.
Everything he does is bugging me.

Aah! Get out.

The Pentagon says it's okay to be gay,
but you're too chicken to let anyone know.

- I'm not trapped by some pregnant skank.
- Fuck you.

Lip, come on, wake up.
First day of school.

- Dropped out.
- What?

Gotta get a job,
take care of Karen and my kid.

- You two are married?
- Married?

- Why didn't you meet me?
I was on my way.

- What happened?
- Doesn't matter.

- I love you.
- Don't.

Frank?

My mother has cancer.

The bad kind?

As opposed to?

I'm gonna be an orphan.

Well...

...things worked out for Oliver Twist.
And Annie.

She found a way
to abandon me one last time.

The sun'll come out.
Just like the song says.

God.

You know how many years
I've prayed for this moment?

I'll be free.

Well, this might not be nice to say...

...but if anyone deserves cancer,
it's your mother.

Where's Grammy?

Frank took her to Sheila's.
She was having trouble breathing.

The chemicals from the fire
were aggravating her emphysema.

Will the chemicals
give us emphysema?

Probably, but we won't know
for 50 years.

Carl, the team gives you one helmet...

...and if you break it,
we can't afford to replace it.

- Don't matter. Season's over.
- What?

His coach got arrested
for exposing himself.

He was peeing behind the shed,
couple of 7-year-old girls saw it.

I don't get it.
Half the world has penises.

Why do people get so upset
about seeing them?

- Context.
- What's that?

When, how, where and with who.

Ian, you played. You could coach.

I can't.
I gotta work after school, bud, sorry.

- You're going to school early?
- Chemistry study group.

- Can you coach?
- I know nothing about football.

It's just boys
crashing into one another.

With pads, and some...
Some rules.

- Ask Lip.
- He won't do it.

Eh, wake him and ask. Can't hurt.

- Lip!
- I could've done that.

Upstairs, please.

Morning, Mom.

- Where's the pisser?
- Upstairs.

Oh, that's not happening.
Get me a bucket.

- I heard you have cancer.
- Yeah.

- I hope it's painful.
- Your wish is granted.

You've got two more.
Don't waste them.

You'll be back in your bed by tonight.

The chemical smell
from the explosion will be over by then.

That's not the flu, is it?

Nope, just my body feeding on itself.

Sheila makes a top-notch breakfast.

I'm good with my smokes and coffee.

We don't smoke in the house.

Well, good, I won't have to share.

Come on. Right there.

Ah.

- Jeez. Uh...
- Where you going?

The store. Replenish your smokes.

Fifteen minutes. I'm timing you.

And get me a new Bic.
A blue one, not pink like that last one.

OJ, Frank, no pulp.

Hey, numb-nuts. Toilet paper.

I'm not gonna drip-dry.

- Oh, Kleenex.
- The best for the best.

Okay.

How do you take your coffee?

With Baileys or not at all.

I have some Bacardi.

Pepsi to mix it with?

Fresca.

For fuck's sake.

Fresca it is, Twiggy.

Couldn't wake him.

Debbie, brush your teeth. Tell Lip that
ice cubes are going down his shirt next.

He's missed a week of school already.

Morning, Gallaghers.
Who likes coffee and doughnuts?

All right. Double latte, two sugars.

- What the fuck are you doing?
- We were out getting coffees.

I thought, "Why not pop by and give
the kids a ride like the old days?"

- No heads up so I could put pants on?
- I like no pants.

- Dude, your wife is standing right there.
- No English.

- Does she ever leave your side?
- Uh, bought a coffee for Lip.

- Please stop trying to make this seem normal.
- Ah.

Lip won't get up. Ooh.

Thanks for the doughnuts, Jimmy.

You know what, I get it.
You think it's funny to call me Jimmy...

...but I think it's time to give it a rest.

- Fat chance, Jim-Jam.
- Yeah, yummy doughnuts, Jimbo.

- Not doing this.
- Doing what?

This. Was there some signal I sent you
that suggested popping by would be cool?

I just wanted to bring you a coffee.

Start the day right.

Figure out that chick who's sitting
on my sofa wearing your ring...

...and then we'll talk.

Who wants a ride to school?

I do.

Great, let's go.

I'm gonna figure this out.
Just don't give up on me.

Please stop talking.

Let's go.

Lip!

- All right. Dig the helmet, Carl.
- You play any ball growing up?

- Carl, don't.
- Junior high. Flanker.

- What's a flanker?
- It's a white wide receiver.

Hey, you doing anything
this afternoon?

- Carl.
- What? We need a coach.

- For what?
- Pop Rec Warner League.

- Flag?
- Helmet to helmet.

- Fiona go to the games?
- Never misses one.

- Call me coach.
- Awesome.

Not a smart move, Jimmy.

Hello, boys.

Front door was locked,
so I came in the back. No pun intended.

Might wanna check the locks.

Um, I see that you're preoccupied, so why
don't we put this little loan on my tab?

As you were, sailors.

Lip.

- Jesus.
I've covered for you...

...while you've been going through this,
but enough.

You've been lying here a week.
Shit is what we go through.

- Still gotta get shit done.
- Is that from a Toby Keith song?

- School, now.
- I dropped out.

- It's your senior year. You're graduating.
- No.

- Get up and get to school.
- You quit.

Because Mom and Dad
were hooked on Oxy. You were 13.

Don't try to win this argument.

You got the golden ticket.

You know it and I know it.

I'm gonna get a job.

After you graduate.

I don't need another year
of crappy public education.

Here's the way life works.

- Mm.
- You suck it up.

You do your work.
You get your diploma.

That little piece of paper tells every
person who wanted to quit school...

...you can follow through
and finish something.

Well, you don't have yours
and you're doing fine.

I'm gonna stab you in the chest.
You're graduating.

- I didn't and I still regret it.
- Well, who's stopping you?

Uh, Debbie, Carl, Liam, you.

Hey, don't do me any favors.

You're going back to school.

Fine. I'll go back when you do. Ah.

What?

You get your diploma, I'll get mine.

Sheila can help out with Liam.

Debbie and Carl
can take care of themselves.

I'll go back. You go back.

We'll graduate together.

Walk down the aisle
all "Pomp and Circumstance"...

...hand in hand.

- All right. Fuck it. Sure.
- Great.

Put Liam in his stroller,
we'll hit the registrar's office.

- Hey, Fi.
- Huh?

We gotta kill him. Fuck off.
Look, nobody will miss Frank anyway.

Shoot him in the head,
dump him in the river.

He has a lousy memory,
he's probably forgotten.

Can't chance that.

- I'll talk to him.
- Cut his hands off, pull his teeth...

...can't be identified.
I'll take care of it.

My uncle works at the foundry,
he'll dump the teeth in the chrome plating vat.

You need this job for your probation.

No, what I need is to take care of Frank
and his big mouth.

Stay here. This won't take long.

Go to Miss Mclntyre's study hall
in Room 392, give her this from me.

Fill out your course selections
and bring it back.

Quickly. You've already missed a week.

- Good luck, sis.
- Miss Gallagher.

- So you quit during your junior year.
- Uh, halfway through.

I came in and explained the situation.

I don't keep track of quitters.
Got enough on my plate.

How many credits
do I need to get a diploma?

Uh, it looks to be about 38.

You have English, Trig, World History,
Earth Sciences.

You're gonna be busy.

Is there a night school here
where I can do that?

Why don't you just take the GED?

It's for the quitters.

Uh-huh.

As good as getting your diploma?

No, but it shows you know most of what
someone would have learned in school.

Proves you're not a total loser.

It's just a test?
Something you can do in one day?

Less than a day.

This is a practice test.

If you can pass it, you won't even
need to take a prep course.

Okay.

Jack Daniel's and orange juice
mix better than I imagined.

Mickey's upset. He thinks
you're gonna tell people what you saw.

- Take this in to your grandmother.
- I'm serious.

Keep the money, I'll pay Linda myself.

If you don't wanna go in,
I don't blame you.

Just lean it against the door
and ring the bell.

Ding dong ditch it.

Coast clear?

Is twice yes or no? I forgot.

Enough with the kazoo.

Coast is clear.

Even get along long

Hey. You guys got plans today?

Was gonna drop a Cialis and stroke it.

- I need help killing somebody.
- Someone we care about?

- No.
- Knife, gun, or tire iron?

Gun's safest.

- Mm. Not with today's forensics.
- Fine, a knife.

Lot of blood. One drop left behind,
that's life in the joint.

Why don't you tell me,
John Wayne Gacy?

- Kidnap and strangle.
- Perfect.

Where's your rophenol?

I ran out.
That quinceanera over at Jamie's.

I got plenty of duct tape.

Get it.

- Thought you dropped out.
- Uh, made a deal with Fiona.

She'll blow her end
and I'll be back home chilling in a week.

I'm gonna give the baby up
for adoption.

Sometimes I wonder if getting high...

...makes it easier for me
to keep up with you or more difficult.

I thought I was in love with Jody.
I'm not.

I thought it would be cool
to have a baby and love it.

But no. I suck at it.

I thought about aborting it,
but I'm this far along...

...and even though I don't want it,
other people probably do...

...so I figure why not suck it up
a few more months, vag it out and sell it?

Vag it out?

The truth hurts, but it's still the truth.

Well, you know,
if you are gonna let the baby live...

...maybe you should stop
smoking weed.

Weren't Monica and Frank on acid
the whole time you were in vitro?

Shrooms, mostly.

Well, you wanna go to some
adoption agencies with me later?

I need someone to play the dad,
sign the paperwork.

You could help me pick out
a good buyer.

Oh.

- Mr. Healey, how goes it?
- Later.

For goodness' sake.

What the hell is this schedule
you signed up for?

- Woodworking? Auto Repair? Welding?
- Yeah, I'm just trying to learn the skills...

...that can make me a productive
member of the working class, Mr. H.

You, as my guidance counselor,
should appreciate that.

You have any idea what it's like
to be a guidance counselor in this shithole?

I get one National Merit Scholar
every nine years.

So there's not a chance you're not gonna
live up to your goddamn potential.

Feeling very "O Captain! My Captain!"
are we?

I had a teacher who took a special
interest in me when I was your age.

I'm sorry to hear that.
He use a condom or...?

It was a woman, smart-ass.

And she showed me the way out.

Changed my life.

Yet you still ended up in this job?

I had 22 years in the Coast Guard
before I got here.

And I retired
a lieutenant commander.

- Wow.
- You're gonna take Physics...

...Probability and Statistics,
Advanced Chemistry.

And you're gonna take the ACT.

And you're gonna get into either Yale
or Harvard or MIT on a full academic ride.

Give me your hand.

At what point did you realize
that your name, Dick...

...had become a euphemism for cock?

Watch your mouth.

The ice you're standing on
is cracking all around you, Philip.

And I won't stand around
and watch you drown.

Get to class.

Boys, I'm the biggest munchkin
in Munchkinland.

Verging on jigging,
while that falling house called cancer...

...is about to crush the wickedest witch
on the South Side, my mother, Margaret.

Cheers.

Mm.

- Fabulous Bloody Mary, Kev.
- Three dollars, Frank.

- Know why I ordered a Bloody Mary?
- You lack vitamins.

I used to make these for Mother on Sundays.
Every Sunday.

Horseradish, celery, tomato juice, vodka.
Four fingers worth.

I'd bring it to her in her chair
like she was the queen of Spain.

- Spain got rid of their royalty.
- Three dollars, Frank.

I'd bring her her Bloody Mary,
she'd sniff it...

...and then stick the tippity tip
of her tongue in it, testing it...

...and if I didn't get it just right,
I'd get a smack.

- Yeah, she looked like she'd be a spanker.
Ho-ho-ho.

No, no, not a spanking.

Thought it was half-ass
corporal punishment.

Thought if you wanna make
an impression...

...you gotta hit kids where it hurts.

In the face with a closed fist...

...not in the ass with all that padding.

I wish I could punch my kid in the face.
Looks just like my ex-wife.

Tommy, you realize other people
can hear you when you speak, right?

If I was off with even one part
of her recipe, smack.

Deal was, if I didn't cry the first time,
she'd stop.

But if I flinched or shed a tear,
another smack.

Had a foster dad, once shaved
half my head when I broke curfew.

- Looked kind of badass, though.
- Flinch? Smack.

Misty? Smack. Yelp? Smack.

Every Sunday without fail.

Bloody Mary Sunday.

Gotta piss. Watch my eggs.

Are those the good memories
of his mother or the bad ones?

- Interchangeable, apparently.
- What's happening, boys?

- You seen Frank?
- Frank who?

Don't give me "Frank who?"
How many people come here named Frank?

Don't get salty, sweetie.

There's Frank Stitson, the substitute
math teacher who loves sudoku.

There's Frank Salmon, who comes in
on Thursdays with his softball buddies.

And there's Frank Migneault.

Retired air traffic controller,
playing pool.

- Frank Gallagher.
- Check the Rusty Hammer.

They got happy hour breakfast 9 to 11.

He's a bargain drinker.

You pat her down for weapons?

- She'll be gone by dinner.
- My grandfather died of lung cancer.

Lived with him the last three months.
Brutal.

Was it chilly in the tent last night?

Not too bad.

Has, uh, Karen mentioned me?

But you keep believing.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Not often.

- You need the bucket?
- No.

I'm gonna climb the stairs
for this one.

Ow!

Ooh!

- Ah. Ah.
- Are you okay?

There you go.
I don't need help.

How about a glass of water, then?

What is that smell?
Did someone step in dog doo?

Not me.

Let's get you upstairs
and clean you up.

Aah! Oh! Oh!

- Ooh!
- Let me-- Let me draw you a bath.

I'm gonna get you a bath, sweetie,
Let me get you a bath.

Do you have something for the pain?

They gave me some Vicodin,
but I don't wanna be all doped up.

- I can get you something stronger.
- No.

Aah!

Okay.

Open a window. Smells like a meth lab.
I'm getting high just standing here.

Lean into it. it's a manageable high.

Who's boning a barista?

Steve brought by coffees and his wife.

- Bad times.
- He doesn't give up, does he?

He's trying to wear me down.

Keeps showing up
hoping I'll find him too irresistible.

When guys get focused,
it's hard to get them off.

They have one-task minds.
Kevin turned down a blowjob today.

He only wants to get off
inside me now.

Obsessed with saving his spunk
for having a baby.

Look at you, the romantic.

It's one thing talking about a baby.
Another having to raise it from scratch.

- I don't know if I got it.
- You'd be a kick-ass mother.

So much shit you gotta know. SIDS.
Sleep habits. Tooth decay. Bullying.

You work in a nursing home.
It's like taking care of old people in reverse.

You did great with Ethel and Jonah.

Come on, imagine your own kid
that looks like the two of you combined.

That will be one
drop-dead gorgeous child...

- ...I'll give you that.
- Mm-hm.

- What you doing?
- Studying.

What? You taking your GED?
All right, Fi.

Made a deal with Lip that I'd go back
to school if he did. You'll quiz me?

Who was the fourth president
of the United States?

- John Quincy Adams.
- James Madison.

Jasmine was right. I should just
have some rich dude knock me up.

- We could be barefoot and pregnant together.
- Heh-heh.

- Frank here?
- No.

When's he gonna be back?

For as long as I've been alive,
I haven't known the answer to that question.

Fuck.

That is the dirtiest white boy
in America.

You have made a great choice
to honor the budding life inside you.

Hm. Time will tell.

I'm sure we'll find the baby
a good home.

- Can you find me one?
- Heh.

The Catholic couple
that we'll place your baby with...

...has most likely
struggled to get pregnant.

So they are committed
to having a family.

Now, um, are you limited
to, uh, only Catholic families?

Or can other people apply?

We do attempt
to find families of faith first.

Yeah, cool. So how much do we get?

We'll be sure to place your baby
with parents who can support it.

Yeah, you said that.

How much do we get...

...for the baby?

This is a chance to celebrate a life.

So no money?

Oxy and Percocet, Valium, yikes.

I also got an lV morphine drip.

Got a lot of friends I've met in programs
that end in the letter A.

- You still wanna shower?
- No, I'm gonna hit the tent.

Karen could be home soon.

I don't wanna upset her
and blow my chances.

Oh...

I'm-- I'm gonna talk to her
about keeping the baby...

- ...and about keeping you in her life.
- Thanks, Mom.

- You'd be an incredible daddy.
- I've always wanted to be.

Take this.

Wash it down.

She should really be in hospice.

God, life is just so... Just grrrr.

You know, like, sometimes don't you just
wanna shake your fists at it?

Why does it have to be so hard
for people?

Oh...
- It's gonna be all right.

Let's don't start lying
to each other now.

Walked in on my mother
and my sixth grade teacher having sex once.

That'll teach you not to play hooky.

My mother's nipples
were the size of sand dollars.

She was on top, riding him.
He's underneath...

...bucking like a horse who knows
it's headed for the glue factory.

She didn't even tell me
to leave the room.

Tell Fiona you're coaching, Jimmy?

- Don't you tell her everything?
- Family first.

Those of us with one name
find that easy.

Haven't told her about this.
Wasn't sure you were gonna show.

I'm just trying to give back
to the community.

Help some disadvantaged kids
learn a great American sport.

- Yo. When do we get to tackle?
- Soon. Take a knee.

All right, boys,
football is all about who wants it more.

When you tackle, aim low, hit hard.

Who thinks they're man enough
to take me?

- You don't have pads on.
- We're just doing a walk-through, okay?

Clean hit. I like it.

Oh, man. I wish I had had a girl coach.

I'd totally tap that.

Yeah. Yeah, I love long hair.

No, no, no, the one with the little
brunette pixie-ish cut.

Yeah, like a 1963 brunette Mia Farrow.

No titties, all ass.
Just sit and spin her all night long.

- Heaven.
- I think that's a dude.

Start by filling out these.

Now, uh, do you check, uh, the families
for, you know, um, alcohol and drug abuse?

Make sure they have enough income
to feed it and stuff?

We do.

Right, and, uh, are the families
mostly in the Chicago area or the whole state?

What's it matter?
We're getting rid of it.

Heh. You gonna stalk it
at its Little League games?

- Have you looked at other options?
- Like aborting it? Yeah.

My dad taught me it was murder.
The thing does have a heartbeat.

Yeah, we went to see
the Catholics earlier.

We found out they don't pay anything.

Neither do we.

I thought there was a separation
of church and state.

I'm not following.

I get the Catholics went broke
with those pedophile lawsuits...

...but how can the government
expect me not to smoke or do drugs...

...so that the baby doesn't turn out
brain-damaged-future-criminal...

...yet expects me
to do all the work for free?

Call my friend Timothy.
He's a family attorney.

We can't afford a lawyer.

Tell him Stacy sent you.

"Which political action violated
the principle of rights of liberty...

...that evolved from the above excerpt
of the Declaration of independence?

One, in 1857, a Supreme Court ruling
promoted the expansion of slavery...

- ...in U.S. territories. Two--"
- That one.

It's a, uh, multiple choice test.
Do you wanna hear the other options?

It's that one. Hey, Mickey Milkovich
came by earlier looking for Frank.

All sweaty. isn't he working
at the store while you're at school?

When he shows up.

- Why's he looking for Frank?
- Probably getting high together.

- Dinner in 15 minutes.
- I'm gonna head out for a while.

- Where were you guys?
- Football practice.

- Thought your coach got arrested.
- New guy stepped in, saved the day.

- What do you know about football?
- You make a pass, sometimes you score.

- Ugh. I meant what I said this morning.
- We got a big scrimmage tomorrow.

I say that we celebrate
the guaranteed victory...

...by cooking a big Brazilian dinner.
Right, Esty?

- Esty?
- Tomorrow.

Come here. Cook food.

- Eat. Eat.
- Poor people.

Crack.

I help.

Dude, "poor people"?

- Awesome.
- See you tomorrow.

Can we go bring Grammy back?

She promised to teach us
how to palm cards.

Grammy blew up the basement.
We could have lost Carl.

She's having a timeout.

When you're having a timeout,
you don't get to visit with your family.

- Yo, you pick out all your classes?
- Taking my GED.

- Ah, no, that wasn't the deal.
- Well, I still gotta earn money.

Food. Utilities.

You finish your senior year,
I take the GED.

- I didn't agree to an equivalent.
- It's good enough for me.

- Fine, then I'll take my GED.
- The GED is for quitters, not geniuses.

Put the pasta in when the water boils.
I have to go study.

Why is she still here?

No one came and picked her up.

- What's with the bed?
- Jody set it up.

Mammoth heart, that Jody.

- It smells in here.
- I've rinsed the bucket twice already.

Get on the kazoo, tell Jody
to roll her to a fire station...

...and safe-haven her ass.

Frank, she's in pain.

- What's all this?
- Pills. Jody got them.

- He even started an lV drip. Morphine.
- How many milligrams?

He'd be the kind of son in-law
that would take care of us in our later years.

Why don't you go upstairs?
Get your rest. I'll sit with Mom.

You sure?

She's my mother.

We're a good team, Frank. You and I.

You're a good son.

- Yeah.
- Make your peace with her.

I don't think she has a long time.

Why we killing him again?

He raped a girl.

Statutory or catch and release?

Shit, he's locking up. No Frank.

Hey, man, you all right? You need a cab?

Shit.

Morning.

Meg texted you. Says your last paycheck's in.
I told her you'd go get it.

Please don't take my phone,
and please don't impersonate me.

You left it in the bathroom.
Liam almost dropped it in the toilet.

- Where's lan?
- Left early.

- You coming to my scrimmage?
- Wouldn't miss it.

Should I bring breakfast to Grammy?
She gets hungry after cigarettes.

Sheila has food at her house.
She'll feed her.

Lip! Up!

Don't have class till 10.
I'm gonna go help Kev.

- You like your classes?
- I love them. Thanks.

- Welcome.
- Learn your state capitals.

- Go fuck yourself.
- Will do.

Hey, swing this at my head.
I'm trying to strengthen my neck.

Awesome.

I don't have any money.

- You gotta lie low, Frank.
- Mother's laying down.

A lot of pain. I--

I got her pain pills.

Mickey thinks you're gonna tell everybody
about what you saw.

Men have always had men.

Da Vinci, Abe Lincoln,
the guy from Hogan's Heroes.

Choose a gender
and find someone who wants to fuck.

Preferably for free.

Mickey wants to kill you.

I don't want him to go to juvie. Hey.

This is bad, Frank.

What's happening to my mother is bad.
Very, very bad.

Dying is bad.

Try to avoid it, son.

It's amazing when you start
thinking about babies.

My testicles have never been my ally.

It's a whole other thing shifting
from screwing just as, you know, screwing...

...to screwing with the purpose
of creating a new person.

You know that, you've proven
your sperm can spawn new life.

Well, might not be mine.

It's a little different
when the mother doesn't want it.

Karen decide
what she want to do yet?

We're seeing a family attorney this morning.
Ask me again after school.

- You're back in school?
- Yeah.

- I promised Fiona I'd go back if she did.
- Fiona's back in high school?

Trying to get her GED.
She'll fail, then I can quit again.

- She won't fail. She's smart.
- Yeah, but not school smart.

Who here is gonna go to school
if the one smart guy quits?

- It's not my problem.
- I disagree.

Quit trying to make
your life complicated.

Go to school, enjoy being smarter
than everyone...

...become master of the universe.
I mean, fuck.

- What if I don't want to be master?
- Tough.

You gotta be one of those
rich successful dudes...

...and put my kid through college someday.
But no pressure.

How you feeling?

Incredible. Let's go dancing.

Christ. I should have ate more salads.

- Do you want me to get you one now?
- No.

Did you call Fiona?

Well, she seemed reluctant
to have you come back home.

- Reluctant?
- She said you set her house on fire.

Christ.

Somehow, I've been banished
to ride this out in a stranger's house...

...where none of my grandkids
come to visit me...

...and my son ran away
with all the painkillers you brought.

I'm on it. Drug run.

He's like a superhero.

He's all right.

And so are you.

Monica, you know, Frank's ex?
She was a bitch.

- You're not a bitch.
- Thank you.

How do you do that?

The nice thing?

I was a shitty mother.
Shitty, shitty, shitty.

But what are you gonna do? Cry?

No. Three of my four sons
turned out all right.

None of them
are incarcerated currently.

So I'm not gonna complain.

I'm sorry I pointed that gun at you.

Well...

...I never should have said
your coochie smells like sulfur.

L...

Always taken care of myself
down there.

Not easy the older you get.

Well, don't I know it.

Oh, Jesus. Ah. Unh.

- You know what, maybe--
- Aah!

- Let me see if I can get Jody.
- Aah!

- Aah. Aah.
- Hold on.

- Where is he?
- I have no idea.

He's had 24 hours to run his mouth already.
Where is he?

He won't.

If my dad finds out about this,
he will kill me himself.

Been to 16 bars,
the homeless shelter...

...shantytown under the 'L',
your house, where the fuck is he?

- I don't know.
- Bullshit!

You warned him.

I hate him more than you do.

I ain't stealing this. This is less
than what I'm owed for my hours this week.

I'm done. Done. Done.

Frank's walked in on Fiona
and all of her boyfriends, Lip and his girls.

- We got nothing to be ashamed of.
- What world do you live in?

You can't-- You can't--
You know, I don't want you to--

What did I just say to you?
Done is done.

You think we're boyfriend
and girlfriend?

You're nothing but a warm mouth to me.

Sorry I gotta kill your dad,
but I'm doing a lot of people a favor.

Including you.

You say go, I'll put out the word.

So you're a broker?

I introduce you to a pool of parents
that wanna adopt.

They wanna make sure
the baby gets good prenatal care...

...food, travel to and from the doctor.
These things cost money.

And they pay cash for these things.

And other things that you might need.

A new computer so you can read up
on all of the mommy websites.

Maternity clothes. Paternity clothes.

I mean, you're young.
As long as you take your folic acid...

...and avoid hard drugs,
you'll clean up.

Heh. I like this guy.

You can always change your mind,
keep the baby and the money they gave you.

But I wouldn't.
Kids can be a pain in the ass.

Here's some letters
from prospective parents...

...lobbying me for an all-white baby.

You look them over,
see if any of their prose sways you.

In my experience, the deeper
the flowery bullshit, the richer they are.

Wealthy infertile people
will go all out trying to buy babies.

But they're still good families?

You make sure
they're going to decent parents?

Since when is rich not good?

Something a little extra
in there for you.

Ah, you covered my ass a few times,
never called in fake sick.

- Thanks.
- Customers sure do love you.

- No way you can stay on?
- Summer's over.

Nobody left at home
to watch my brother.

We might be opening up
a new club soon. Upscale.

- Tips are gonna be good.
- I appreciate it, Meg.

I just-- I just can't.

You know, you're good with people,
and not just people...

...who nap and use sippy cups.

Not much flexibility
when your child-care worker...

...has to go back to elementary school.

Gonna need
a third assistant manager.

Kiomi's heading back to Tokyo
to get married to that jerk from Nokia.

I can't work nights. You know,
Liam needs me during the day. I like him.

Most of the time he likes me.

Well, if things change, track me down.

Hey. Yeah.

These douches sent me
a picture of a tree with a swing in it.

Heh. This guy's wearing
a Tommy Bahama shirt.

I am not letting my kid get molested
by some guy in a Tommy Bahama shirt.

Prada, maybe.

Why is this such a joke to you?

It's not a joke.

I'm providing a service to losers
who God doesn't want having kids.

- And I'm getting paid.
- Don't you think it's a little messed up?

You know, our kid's
gonna be out there alive...

...you know, living life, looking like us,
being raised by strangers.

Who says it's yours?

- The 200 times we fucked.
- We weren't exclusive.

Stop making this a big deal.
I'm merely the manufacturer.

If there's a market for babies,
I'm gonna corner my share.

Who knows, I might just do this
every year, make a mint.

Then you say go slow

I fall behind

The second hand unwinds

if you're lost you can look
And you will find me

Time after time

- Stop it, please.
- Me or Jody?

I'll be waiting

Both of you. Please.

Time after ti--

Well, you're looking very beautiful.

I am not.
And no toenail polish is gonna fix it.

Everyone's beautiful on the inside.

Way, way inside.

Have the coroner cut me open
when this is done and see if that's true.

I need a drink.

Sorry I couldn't rustle up more drugs.

Shipment lands tonight.
Can you ride it out?

At the Alibi, yes.

Sheila, get me three big envelopes
and some stamps.

- We're off to the Alibi.
- I don't like to leave the house.

Well, suck it up.

You need to get me
out of this morgue.

- I owe you a drink at the very least.
- What are you doing?

Sending cash to my sons.

That will make Frank very happy.

Frank gets none.

That's what happens
when you steal my drugs.

Accretion onto a stationary black hole
has been solved analytically...

...only under the assumption
of spherical symmetry.

Who used the Newtonian treatment
of accretion?

Who used the full general
relativistic one?

It's in your textbooks. Anyone?

Mr. Gallagher.

- What?
- Do you know the answer?

Uh, I believe the answer
to that question...

...um, like the answer to most questions,
is fuck you.

Anyone else? Newtonian accretion?

No, really, the answer is fuck you!

- Frank's at the Alibi.
- I got this.

We got your back.
- I know you do, but I got it.

I hate rapists too.

- Okay, get the next one.
- We're coming.

Grab a mask.

- Miss Gallagher?
- Yeah, come on in.

- I didn't know if you remembered me.
- Of course, Mr. Healey. How are you?

Ah, one more year till full pension,
then it's taillights.

Congrats. What's up?

Lip's been expelled.

- What?
- Threw a chair through a window.

- Come on. Expelled?
- Smoking dope in the bathroom...

...telling teachers to F off.

But I've called around
to a few friends.

I used to coach wrestling
over at McKinley.

They'll take him.

But they won't put up
with any of his smart-ass stuff.

Thank you, Mr. H.

Don't let him screw it up, Fiona.

Why'd you quit drinking?

First time I quit, I woke up one morning
after I slept with my friend's fiancee.

Felt really, really awful.

Bad hangover, huh?

Gin or tequila?

Beer.

So I made a list of the top 50
stupidest things I'd ever done.

All 50 were done drunk.
Took that as a sign.

Stop. Mail these.

Was that on purpose?

It was.

Come on.

Go, go, go, go.

Hey, it's Lip. Leave me a message.

Seriously, dude? Seriously?
Explain this to me.

- Hi.
- Go, Carl!

Yes!

Go, Carl!

Good job, buddy!

You just got pwned, punk. Pwned.

- Way to go, Carl.
- Good job!

All right.

- I gotta go. Tent time.
- Jody.

You give humanity a good name.

- Peg.
- I need a pen.

- Oh.
- Mm.

According to Elisabeth Kübler-Ross,
there's five stages of death.

- And you're in the acceptance stage.
- I was trying to get hit by a bus...

...so my family could sue the city.

You're facing death with acceptance,
and that's good.

Aah!

Do you have a plastic bag?

- Are you gonna be sick?
- I need a plastic bag.

Ziploc or garbage?

- Anything will do.
- Okay. Okay.

Run up a couple of blocks.
I'm gonna come from behind.

We'll catch him in an alley
and get it done.

Hey, officer.

Oink, oink.

Get on the ground. Hands behind your back.

- Does this violate my probation?
- Shut up!

Go into the light, go into the light.

- Go.
- It's not working.

Be brave.

I can't die looking at you.

Well, close your eyes.

- It's too hot.
- Oh.

- Hold my nose. Suffocate me.
- Really?

Yeah. Same idea as the bag,
but it'll go quicker.

- Well, should I wash my hands first?
- Just do it.

- How's that?
- I'm still breathing out of this mouth.

Okay.
I can cover it with my other hand.

No, my survival instinct will kick in
and I'll just end up biting you.

How about a pillow?

Think you're strong enough to hold it
over my face and finish the job?

Well, I'm...
I'm strong enough to try.

This isn't considered murder?

Not if I give you permission.

Oh.

Do you give me your permission
to hold this pillow over your face?

I do.

Goodbye, Sheila.

Goodbye, Peg.

Don't pussy out on me.

Okay.

Oh, wow.

Wow. Ooh.

Oh. Go-- Go into the light!

Go in-- Go into the light!

Ah.

Your-- Your sins are forgiven.

Go into the light! Oh.

Tell St. Peter you're sorry
for being so shitty.

Do it while you still have your breath.

Oh, Frank, your mother's passed.

- You have a paring knife?
- You're not cooking.

- Oh, come on.
- Let him.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Expelled?

- You win.
I win.

- That's all you have to say?
- I lose.

You're lucky.
Mr. Healey got you into another school.

- Yeah, I'm not going.
- You are.

- No, I'm not.
- Guys, guys, calm down.

Hey, Jimmy, butt the fuck out.

- You are finishing school.
- I've done more than you.

- This isn't about me.
- So you want me to bust my ass...

...get a high-paying job...

...so I can buy you all houses
while you lay around doing fuck all?

- I'm down for that.
- Why is that on me, huh?

Because I've done all right
on some tests?

No. I'll pull my weight, but I'm not gonna be
the fucking golden goose!

- School or out.
- What?

My job is to keep this house going.

Busting my ass for you,
working eight jobs...

...making meals,
keeping everything straight.

Your job is school. School or leave.

- What are you doing?
- Well, I'm not going back to school...

...so I guess it means I'm leaving.

Lip! Come back!

Lip!

Mom died.

Oh...