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Oh, it's-it's you again.

Okay, here's-here's what...
Here's what happened.

Carrie put on this brown wig

and was running out into traffic,

and the guy I thought
was the bad guy isn't,

and her boyfriend is the suicide bomber.

You believe that shit? [laughs]

- [man] Wrong show, Frank.
- What?

[man] That's Homeland, not Shameless.

Oh.

Fuck.

Wow.

Don't mix Percocet with beer.

[rock music]

- Who's the new barback?
- [Veronica] That's Santiago.

He's staying with us until
we find his father.

They were gonna go live
with his uncle in Indiana.

How are we gonna find some
random Guatemalan guy

in Gary, Indiana?

I did a web search: "Where to find

illegal immigrants, Gary, Indiana."

Got a whole list of places.

[Tommy] You find Santiago's uncle?

Oh, yeah. Found him and then lost him.

Fly, my Mexican friend!

- Guatemalan.
- Guatemalan friend!

Fly!

Liam, your share of the
bills this month: $70.

- I'm nine.
- Figure it out.

Carl, your share of the bill
this month is 70 bucks.

Maybe you should get a real job

and stop hanging out with
your girlfriend so much.

Ingrid and I are pregnant.

- Triplets?
- Sextuplets.

And we're hiding from a North Korean

fertility specialist, so make room.

- We are moving in.
- Oh, that's hysterical.

Do you really think we can
afford more than one?

You'll get a job.

[laughs]

"Dreams dead? You're our man.

Be the Hobo Loco Man."
Kev, what is this?

They're holding a competition

to choose the Hobo Loco spokesperson.

The winner gets a $50,000 contract

to be in a social media campaign.

This is me.

I'm the Hobo Loco Man.

You smell like a barroom floor.

♪♪♪

I don't need anything from you!

- She do this a lot?
- [Lip] Yeah.

Well, lately.

[rock music]

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♪ Think of all the luck you got ♪

♪ Know that it's not for naught ♪

♪ You were beaming once before ♪

♪ But it's not like that anymore ♪

♪ What is this downside ♪

♪ That you speak of? ♪

♪ What is this feeling ♪

♪ You're so sure of? ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Round up the friends you got ♪

♪ Know that they're not for naught ♪

♪ You were willing once before ♪

♪ But it's not like that anymore ♪

♪ What is this downside ♪

♪ That you speak of? ♪

♪ What is this feeling ♪

♪ You're so sure of? ♪

[distant siren wailing]

[train rumbling]

[rock music]

♪♪♪

♪ Silicone sour ♪

♪ Burning the hours of the night away ♪

♪♪♪

♪ In retro bass ♪

♪ From the east side moving right away ♪

♪♪♪

♪ You're a satellite ♪

[humming]

♪ And I'm on your website ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Miley doesn't miss you ♪

♪ She got the spread
on the college issue ♪

♪♪♪

♪ You're gonna try to save her ♪

♪ You start to blame her... ♪

Oh, shit.

You open?

♪ So you gotta be famous ♪

Twenty-four hours.

♪ It's a golden age ♪

You sit wherever you want.

♪♪♪

♪ It's a golden age ♪

♪♪♪

♪ It's a golden age ♪

I'll bring menus to you.

Are you hiring?

♪ It's a golden age ♪

What?

I'm a hard worker.

♪♪♪

[radio clicks off]

How about this booth right over here?

Got any more where this came from?

Couple hours after last call,
but get you some coffee.

So you're just drinking
on the job, then?

Everything okay out here, Fiona?

Let's get out of here.

[Fiona softly] Shit.

Shit. Shit.

Shit.

You all right?

Yeah.

Good.

[rock music]

♪♪♪

Nothing but junk mail.

Rat shit in the attic.

Fires in the dryer vent.

These ads are terrifying.

Carbon monoxide leaks from the furnace?

Fiona always handled this shit.

Should I be worried about these things?

Ah, homeowner stuff.

Sucks to be an adult.

What? I'm eating for seven now.

Well, then all seven
of you are gonna need

to cough up cash if you're
gonna be living here.

All right.

I'm gonna do some therapy sessions

on the phone this afternoon.

I'll write you a check later.

[Debbie] Hey. Where you guys going?

Softball camp.

I got a call from one of
those 20 jobs I applied for.

Nice. Which one?

Some seafood restaurant place.

Carl Gallagher's going legit.

Minimum wage?

Only job someone like me can get.

You know, you really
can't put "drug dealer"

or "gunrunner" on your West Point app.

Come on, babe.

[Liam] Can we call the plumber guy?

Says he can snake our tub for ten bucks.

What's wrong with our tub?

It has two inches of scummy water in it

all the time that doesn't drain.

Good morning, family one.

Family two.

Why do you look like a farm animal?

[Liam] Smell like one too.

Your father is gonna
be the new Hobo Loco

beverage spokesperson.

Now, I haven't won the
competition yet, Ingy.

Hobo what-o?

It's a delicious alcoholic beverage.

They're looking for someone

with no purpose in life.

I finally found my calling.

Soon I'll be able to
support those I love.

Oh, yeah.

Wish me luck.

Oh, you go get 'em, my Hobo Loco tiger.

Good-bye, little Frank-ettes.

[both sigh]

No need to even hold a competition.

If it involves alcohol,

they should just give him the prize.

Think we need to worry about termites?

[train rumbling]

The hell's going on?

Jesus, it's almost 7:30.

Place is closed.

W-well, where's Fiona?

We already turned away
a bunch of customers.

Well, let's get set up fast

so we don't lose any more business.

Okay, let's get the coffee going.

Fire up the grills.

Make sure the ketchups are married.

I'll get the blinds.

All right, set the tables.

Let's go, guys. Come on.

Hey, Eliza.

[Eliza scoffs] She alive?

Yo, wakey-wakey!

- Get the fuck away from me!
- Whoa, whoa!

[Tyesha] Take it easy!

[sighs] Shit.

Sorry.

You okay?

Yeah. Uh, what time is it?

Why was this place locked?

Oh, uh...

I was doing the cash out late,

and I, uh, went into the back office

for a second, and these...

three sketchy guys just
came out of nowhere,

and I thought they were gonna rob me

or... I don't know what.

[Eliza] My God. Are you okay?

I-I locked up. I didn't know

if they were still hanging around,

and I didn't want to go home
or take the I that late

in case they tried to follow me.

You left the cash out when
you went in the back office?

Yeah, it's fine.

All right.

Um, I'm gonna go and take a shower,

and, uh, I will be back
for the lunch shift,

and it won't happen again.

[Tami] See? Shampoo.

Not dish liquid.

That's an interesting concept.

Here, let me show you.

All right.

Oh, man. Yeah, that, uh...

that actually feels really good.

I give great head, huh?

Yeah, it's better than
your regular head.

- Hey!
- [Tahetia] Knock, knock, knock!

- Just me.
- [Lip] Jesus, dude!

And I'm not looking at your dick.

- I just left my retainer in here.
- Ew!

I lied. I looked at your dick. Bye!

Hey, your stupid boyfriend
still owes me $300

for the Comcast bill!

You gotta lose those guys.

Yeah, then I gotta go
through the bullshit

of getting a new roommate.

Okay, turn around. Your turn.

- All right.
- Are you off today?

Yeah.

Me too.

Oh.

We should do something.

Why? You're not hanging
around with Boone?

[laughs] No, he's on
his way back to Yemen.

Isn't that where all
those land mines are?

Fingers crossed.

So let's hang out. Never
done that before.

We could see if we even like each other.

I got boring shit to do all day.

Me too. We can do it together.

Aah! Turn around.

- Take a look.
- Oh, nice.

- It's good.
- Yeah, I like it.

Right, you see, I give good head too.

[laughs] What is this?

[Santiago] Diablas! Las diablas!

Santiago.

He probably had a nightmare again.

[Santiago yelling]

- [Santiago] Ow!
- [girls] Die! Die!

[Santiago speaking Spanish]
No, please. Stop, please.

Girls! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Stop. What are you doing?
- Hey! You're hurting him!

- [Kev] You duct taped him?
- [Veronica] And handcuffs?

Santiago, I am so sorry.

You have to forgive them.

The-the girls are a little bit wild.

Preschool was supposed
to be taming them.

Come on, baby. Let's
go get you some juice.

Girls, what has gotten into you?

- We don't hurt people.
- We don't?

No, of course not. We have to be nice,

and Santiago's part of our family.

- No.
- Yes, honey,

and his sister's gonna be here soon too.

No, they go home.

They don't have a home.

Bad people wanted to turn
them into sex slaves

and gang members.

Kev, please stop talking.

I'm trying to teach them. I'm...

They're four years old. Come on, girls.

It's time to get dressed for school.

Take Santiago to the bar.

[Kev] Santiago.

What do you say?

Me and you having some
quality dad time together?

Huh? Let's do it!

- [whimpers]
- No, no.

God, I'm so sorry.

- [indistinct chatter]
- Yeah, just hold up the shirt.

Nice!

Hey, Hobo Loco is trending
in the top 50 right now.

Thought we'd have,
like, 30 homeless here

and that'd be it.

[laughs] Hey, everyone!

Let me all hear you say,

"I love Hobo Loco!"

[all] I love Hobo Loco!

[crowd cheering]

Are you fucking kidding me?

Who are all these people?

Jesus.

Hey, is everybody here for
the Hobo Loco competition?

Apparently so, but I'm
gonna win this thing.

Gonna be hard, since I'm a shoo-in.

That right?

I've never held the same
job for more than 37 days.

I spent my life savings on
a Blockbuster franchise

in 2013.

I buried a bipolar wife, a
cancer-riddled girlfriend,

and a mother who never loved me.

Two-thirds of my penis got blown off

in the First Gulf War.

I won the lottery in 2006

and accidentally used the winning ticket

as a rolling paper.

I grew up in Flint, Michigan.

Frank Gallagher.

Mikey O'Shea.

Irish, huh?

Well, the dead junkie whose
wallet I acquired was.

Very impressive.

Why do these fucking posers

think they can steal our thunder?

Because their parents told them

they could be anything
they wanted to be.

[laughs]

Let's teach 'em a lesson.

Let's kick ass.

Excuse us. Excuse us.

- Excuse me!
- Excuse us.

- VIP!
- Coming through.

Coming through. This way. One second.

Look out. Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Let the real hobos through!

Don't be rude. Don't be rude.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Come on, excuse us.

- Hey! Hey, hey, hey.
- Good God.

We're here for the competition.

- [Frank] Where do we sign?
- They cut the line!

- [crowd yelling]
- And that's exactly

the kind of spunk we're looking for.

Do you hear that, Phi Piggie Piggie?

That's what they're looking for.

Get your spunk-less ass out of here!

- [Frank] You should learn.
- [Amber] Hey, fellas.

I just... I just need you
to sign in right here.

Oh, right away.

- Done.
- Again, yeah.

Great. Mm-hmm.

Okay, next, I'm gonna need to test

your baseline blood alcohol content.

Right this way.

Here we are.

[rock music]

[both blowing heavily]

[devices beeping]

Point two-three.

Nice.

Point two-seven.

Whoa.

All in a day's work.

Whoo. [laughs] Great job.

Okay, now, over here,

you're gonna need to drink two ounces

of Hobo Loco in less than 15 seconds,

and please, no throwing up on me.

Please use the trash can over here.

Okay, and...

[timer clicks]

OMG. That was amazing.

It's like drinking water.

More like watered-down water.

[laughs] Well, have a Hobo Loco hat.

Agency will be announcing
the contestants

in just a bit.

All right, next.

[clicks tongue]

Good luck, J-holes. [laughs]

You hear that, douchebags?

[laughs]

♪♪♪

This is the dining area.

I was really impressed with your résumé.

- Really?
- Kitchen.

Yeah.

Military man, hmm?

Mmm-mmm.

Um, okay.

And this is the employee lounge.

Your uniform: right in here.

Let me know if you need
any help putting it on.

Yeah.

Hey, so what's the job?

Busboy, uh, dishwasher?

Street corner sign spinner.

[hip-hop music]

♪ We lookin' fresh when
we steppin' in the VIP ♪

- ♪ Look at us, look at us ♪
- ♪ Everybody gonna notice we ♪

♪ Dressed so fly like an F-16 ♪

♪ They stare with they
mouth wide open, uh ♪

♪ Close your mouth and
let me buy your drinks ♪

♪ While I kick it with
this chick in pink ♪

♪ She compliment me on my cufflinks ♪

♪ I compliment her on
some other things ♪

♪ Okay, where all my fresh, fly
people on the East Side? ♪

♪ Where all my fresh, fly
people on the West Side? ♪

♪ Where all my fresh, fly
people on the South Side? ♪

♪ North Side, any side? ♪

♪ I'm so fly, yo, they call me Aviator ♪

♪ Plush with the finish on
my swag out the hangar ♪

♪ Known for the hot
16s and the bangers ♪

♪ Think I'm 'bout to
take that three-piece ♪

♪ Off the hanger... ♪

Hey, Franny.

What is that?

Careful. Here.

- [Debbie straining]
- Hey.

[retches]

♪♪♪

What's going on in here?

[retches] Morning sickness.

[Debbie] Snaking the tub.

[grunts] I got it.

That's disgusting!

[retches]

- Damn.
- [Ingrid] Oh.

I should add "plumber"
to my welding résumé.

All right, may I take a shower, please?

Yeah.

Hey, do you ever do those
things in the saver special?

Check for carbon monoxide leaks
or clean the dryer vent?

[scoffs] No. Too busy, you know,

raising five kids and Frank.

Well, make it quick in there.

Make sure you clean up your
hair in the drain after.

Yeah, all right.

[rock music]

Debs.

Sorry I snapped at you.

You're doing a good job.

Thanks.

Also, I'm working the lunch shift later,

so I'll have money for you today.

Good.

♪♪♪

Really helps my morning sickness.

♪♪♪

[Ingrid groans]

So should we, like, hold
hands or something?

I don't know. Your hands get all sweaty?

They will now that you
asked me like that.

Are you a top or bottom?

- Bottom.
- Ah, see, me too.

This will never work.

It's all right. We're here anyway.

A nursing home?

Yeah. I volunteer here once a month.

Come on, you can help me.

Shit.

Hey, are we gonna be
cleaning bedpans or...

What up, bitches?

Tami, Audrey got denture
cream in my hair.

Aww, let me see that.

I did not do that.

Tomorrow you'll say you did do it.

Make up your Alzheimer's-y mind.

All right, ladies. Who's
at the bowls first?

I've got an assistant today,
so we can do two at a time.

- Me.
- Me too.

- What are we doing?
- Washing their hair.

We're washing their hair?

Yeah. Watch out for that one.

She's handsy, likes to grab a dick.

Hey. You all set?

Oh.

[upbeat music]

♪♪♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ I died when I was born ♪

♪ I'm living through this nuclear age ♪

♪ This money's running dry... ♪

Hey.

Hey. What's up, man?

What are you doing?

Giving Santiago more of an American look

before we go to The Alibi.

_

_

♪ Let's get that paper ♪

♪ You're losing and I'm winning ♪

♪ But who's keeping score... ♪

_

_

_

_

_

♪ Let's get that paper ♪

[Liam] You're getting his sister too?

Yeah. Foster people are gonna be

dropping her off a little bit later.

There you go.

♪♪♪

And the final touch.

♪♪♪

Huh?

Oh. Okay.

How's he look?

Like a cheesy American.

Nice.

♪♪♪

[strumming softly]

So you got a lady friend back home?

Mm, sure do.

Jasmine Dawn.

Except she kicked me
out three years ago.

Strapping young man like you?

Yeah, well, I had too many blackouts

for her to deal with.

But I become the Hobo Loco Man, though,

she gotta take me back, right?

As long as she'll settle for runner-up.

Won't have to.

You got loser written all over you.

[Ryan] All right, good afternoon!

- [crowd cheering]
- [Ryan] Yes, welcome.

Thank you for entering our
Hobo Loco Man search...

Or Hobo Loco Woman,

of course. Yes, ladies.

All right, we have reviewed
your applications,

and we're ready to announce
the 20 contestants.

If your name is called,
please come on up

to the Hobo Loco porch.

Bethany Houseman!

- There's Bethany!
- Hey, all right.

Next up, Victor...

"Nag-high."

- Victor! My man.
- Yay!

- All right.
- Next up:

Frank Gallagher!

[Ryan] Whoo! Yes! Where is he?

- [Dax] Hey, there he is.
- [Ryan] That's Frank.

[Dax] There he is!

All right. Gloria Sweetland.

[crowd cheering]

Oh, she's got fans.

[Ryan] Uh-oh.

[Dax] Mikey O'Shea!

- Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.
- Yeah.

Yay!

We got a competition now.

- Yeah.
- Hola.

[Dax] Next up, Mrs. O'Coin.

[Ryan] Right. There she is.

[crowd cheering]

[music playing softly over speakers]

Oh, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

No means no, Audrey, all right?

There you go.

♪♪♪

So what boring stuff are you

gonna have me do with you today?

Uh, gotta buy a new phone charger,

some socks,

then go grocery shopping.

Debs has us on rotation.

It's my turn.

I can help you get some healthy stuff.

Do you know they actually
have produce aisles

at the grocery store?

Hmm, you don't say.

♪♪♪

[Audrey] This feels so good.

It's been a long time since a boy's

run his fingers through my hair.

[Audrey moans]

Hey, uh, how long you
been volunteering here?

[Tami] Uh, since beauty school.

My Grandma Peggy used to live here.

Hmm? What'd you say?

I wasn't talking to you, Broom Hilda.

I was telling Lip about
my Grandma Peggy.

The whore?

She fucked your boyfriend
one time. Get over it.

You know, that shit shouldn't
matter once you're past 75.

I will never forget.

Okay, well, that's good.
You hold on to that.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

♪♪♪

You're smiling at me in that way.

♪♪♪

What way?

That you like me.

Well, it's kind of hard
not to when you're

putting rollers in some lady's hair

on your day off.

- Oh, whoa.
- Audrey, stop.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Leave him alone.

That's my dick.

[upbeat music playing over speakers]

'Sup, small fry?

Saw the sign in the window.

"Help Wanted." I need a job.

How old are you?

Twenty-five.

♪♪♪

Yeah, come back when you're 31.

Okay.

♪♪♪

What do you do with those
squeezed-out lemons?

[Dax] Whoo!

[all cheering]

Okay, congratulations, hobos.

For the next week, you'll be sleeping

in this backyard and
be required to drink

16 ounces of Hobo Loco daily.

Each day, you'll be
given timed challenges.

Those of you who fail
to complete the tasks

will be eliminated.

You'll also need to
create brand awareness.

You each get a phone and
two quarts of Hobo Loco.

Take lots of photos and videos

of folks sampling your Hobo Loco.

All right, who's ready
for the first challenge?

- [all] Yeah!
- [Ryan] Yay.

In the spirit of a true hobo,
each contestant will forage

for their own bedding
to sleep on tonight.

You will be judged

on creativity and resourcefulness.

- You have one hour.
- [button beeps]

All right, let's go out
there, start hobo-ing!

- [crowd yelling]
- [Ryan] Okay!

- Frank!
- What are you doing?

- Come on, Frank!
- Get off of me. No!

Wait for me!

[flatly] Argh, matey.

Popcorn shrimp is back.

[rock music]

Fucking sh...

Aye, aye, matey. Popcorn shrimp is back.

[man] Hey, butt pirate, need
a soda with your shrimp?

Fuck you, douchebag!

[man laughs]

Fuck.

Aye, aye, matey.

Popcorn shrimp. Fuck.

When did we plant grass in here?

- [Veronica] That's mold.
- [Kev] Ah, fuck.

[Tommy] When'd you guys
suddenly get into cleaning?

[Veronica] Makes Santiago happy.

Yeah, we're doing stuff he likes.

Hey, uh, Santiago said

your girls are trying to murder him.

What?

Is that what they were
doing this morning?

Wait, that's what they
were doing this morning?

He called them las diablas...

The devils.

But he's okay with it,
because he doesn't want you

to send him back.

We're not gonna send him back.

Why would the girls want to murder him?

They're not trying to murder anyone.

- They're just playing.
- Maybe they're jealous...

Sibling rivalry.

[Tommy] Maybe they're
just not into having

some random brown dude who
doesn't speak English

living in their house.

- They're brown too.
- Different shade of brown.

Oh, that's crazy.

Just as crazy as white people,
who are actually pink,

thinking all black people
are the same color.

Well, what about brownish white
people, like some Italians

or Portuguese or Spanish?

They can be as brown as Santiago.

They're European brown.

All right, I'm lost. What
are you talking about?

Okay, it's real simple. Your girls

are a different brown than Santiago,

so they want his different brown

to go home where he belongs

and leave their brown to get

all the good stuff from America.

Are you saying our girls are racist?

He's saying Amy and Gemma

don't understand what's going on.

What if they want to murder
Martina when she shows up?

No one's murdering anyone.

- [Kermit] Who's Martina?
- Santiago's sister.

If she's the same color brown as him,

they're gonna want to murder her.

Oh, shut up, Tommy.
It'd like Kermit said.

They're just jealous.

We're gonna talk to them after school

and tell them there's plenty
of good stuff in America

for all the brown people

so they don't have to end up in jail

for murdering the different brown people

or something like that, right?

Hey, I recognize you.

You're that crazy lady's ex-husband.

- Yeah. Is she here?
- Gallaghers don't snitch.

I got a phone app that
says she's in there.

Oh, okay.

Make yourself useful and get the door.

All right.

There you go.

[vacuum whirring]

Cool if I look around?

[Liam] Knock yourself out.

Might be upstairs.

- [Randy] Ingrid?
- You fall?

- [Ingrid] No.
- [Randy] Ingrid!

Just making sure my embryos stay in.

[Randy] Where are you?

I'm selling lemonade to make money

so I can sleep indoors again.

- [Randy] Ingrid?
- [Liam] What the hell are you doing?

[Debbie] Vacuuming the lint

out of the dryer vents
before they catch on fire.

[Randy] Ingrid, where...

Ingrid.

Ingy.

- What are you doing here?
- Dr. Kwan called me.

She told me you were pregnant.

That's wonderful.

Wonderful?

You never wanted me to have children

because of my condition.

[Randy] Well, now that you are pregnant,

it's a beautiful miracle.

- Let's do this together.
- What?

They're not even yours.

They're Frank's.

Yes, but you just met him.

You think he's really committed
to having more kids?

[Ingrid] Yes. Yes.

But I'm the one who's
always been there for you,

and I always will,

so let's get you back on your meds

and then we'll go for a
checkup with Dr. Kwan.

You're trying to trick me.

You're gonna get me on that exam table

and then have Kwan just
suck the embryos out of me!

No, I won't. I won't, I promise.

We'll keep two. We'll have twins.
Wouldn't that be great? Twins?

Bullshit.

You don't want my babies.

Frank does. Frank loves me.

He loves all six of my embryos.

I have a phone patient now,

so please go.

Okay, okay.

[sighs]

I'll check back in later.

Hey, Debbie.

Randy's wrong.

Frank'll be committed to
my six babies, right?

[scoffs] Not a chance.

[rock music]

♪♪♪

What are you on my ass for?

Find your own bedding. This is my spot.

I thought we could make a pact.

Either one of us wins,

we split the spokesman money, 50/50.

You trying to hone in on my dough?

Or am I trying to give
you half of mine, hmm?

[scoffs]

You're a crafty dude, Mikey O.

I'm a lone wolf. Go.

Suit yourself.

- Suit yourself.
- Go!

♪ Hey, man, don't you ♪

♪ Don't you know ♪

♪ Your mom don't care ♪

♪ Hey, man... ♪

Jackpot.

♪♪♪

♪ Forget what I said ♪

[horn honking]

[man] Hey, yo! What are
you doing in that truck?

Get out of there!

♪♪♪

- [man] Hey!
- I-I'm, uh...

[man] Get back here!

Where the fuck do you
think you're going?

♪♪♪

[man] That's what you get!

Serves you right, asshole!

Yeah, you better keep running!

[Frank groans]

So was it weird buying
actual green things

at the grocery store?

Hey, I've bought green things before.

Guacamole, Mountain Dew,

Jell-O,

mint chocolate chip ice cream.

You gonna list every crappy green thing?

Yeah, I can go on. Shamrock shakes.

Green eggs and ham.

Xan?

I didn't know where else to go.

Aye, matey!

[engine rumbling]

Popcorn shrimp is back.

[music blaring over car stereo]

Oh, my God. Check this out.

Gallagher?

Shit. What's up, Little Shins?

What, you out here selling?

Just popcorn shrimp.

♪♪♪

'Cause we took over this corner.

I don't like no competition.

Hey, you won't have any from me.

So how do I know this whole

gay pirate shit ain't some front?

I've been out of the business for years.

I'm just working at Captain Bob's now.

♪♪♪

I got trust issues, man. What can I say?

I'm gonna have to shake your
Johnny Depp-looking ass down,

- make sure you ain't got no stash.
- Yo, I swear to you, I don't.

Shake him.

Fuck. They're just shrimp!

♪ Put 'em on the battlefields
where they're dead... ♪

[Carl] Come on, put me
down, motherfucker!

Watch the hat!

So what happened?

Xan, where's your mom?

Don't know.

Here.

I'll make you something to eat.

W-when's the last time you saw her?

[Xan] She went to get pizza.

I waited in the motel.

Watched TV and stuff.

What, and she never came back?

[somber music]

♪♪♪

Here you go.

♪♪♪

Motel guy kicked me out.

When did this happen?

Couple days ago.

Where have you been since then, Xan?

Sometimes my mom works
at this truck stop.

I just hung out there.

A truck stop?

There's a bunch of guys there, but...

my mom never showed up.

Wait, wait, wait, a bunch of guys?

W-what does that mean?
They fucking touch you?

- [Tami] Chill out.
- No, I'm not gonna chill

the fuck out. Her mother
ditched her again!

Okay, well, you are scaring her.

I'll give her a bath. I'll talk to her.

I'll find out if anything happened.

Okay?

Okay.

♪♪♪

It's okay.

I'm sorry, Xan.

♪♪♪

[Todd] Lemonade!

Lemonade! Get your fresh lemonade!

[Liam] Come get your lemonade.

Let me have one for each one of my guys.

That'll be five bucks.

Keep the change.

- [horn honks]
- Thanks.

[truck doors close, engine turns over]

[music playing over car stereo]

How long are you guys gonna be out here?

I don't know. A while.

♪ I love who you are ♪

♪♪♪

♪ I love who you are ♪

♪♪♪

You're blocking my driveway.

♪ Who you are ♪

Lemonade! Get your fresh lemonade!

[car beeps]

Jesus.

Want some lemonade?

[country music playing over speakers]

♪♪♪

Just a Sprite.

Last night fucked with me.

Got a whole new attitude.

- Great.
- Ah, perfect.

Uh, Tina, I got table 41's food for you.

Yeah, okay.

Grilled ham and cheese... for you,

and the tacos must be for you.

- Enjoy.
- Yes. Thank you.

- Margo.
- Good afternoon.

What brings you here?

Police got a 911 call last night

about a possible robbery.

A frantic woman called,
saying that three men

were threatening her,

and she said they left
but she was afraid

they were gonna come back.

And when the police arrived,
the restaurant was closed,

which is interesting, since
we're open 24 hours.

Maybe they had the wrong address.

Stop.

I don't want your lies,

and you smell like booze.

I don't know if you're drunk now

or if you just drank so much last night

that it's just coming out of your pores.

No, I'm sober.

You're fired.

What?

Well, why?

I-I haven't had a drink today, I swear.

I've been getting calls
for the past month,

from customers and
vendors and employees,

saying that you had
been drunk on the job

or asleep on the job
or angry on the job.

Please don't fire me. Please.

I-I've had a rough couple months,

but-but I've turned a corner.

People who say they've
"turned a corner"...

They haven't turned a corner.

They're just trying to
convince everyone they have.

Please give me another chance.

I promise I'll straighten out.

Good.

- You should.
- Yes.

But not on my watch.

You're acting manager now,

so you make sure she cleans
her things up and leaves.

♪♪♪

[scoffs]

Fuck all of you.

Ratting me out.

[laughs]

If it weren't for me, none
of you NA motherfuckers

would even have a job. Mm-hmm.

I wanted to fire you because you suck,

but you called me, crying

about your mother and her medical bills,

and I let you keep your fucking job.

[Eliza] Fiona, I think we should just...

Shut the fuck up, Eliza.

[laughs] I'm leaving.

Oh, and guess what.

The cook rubbed his dick
on all of your meals.

Yeah, enjoy.

[silverware clattering]

[man] Can I get the check, please?

Fuck this, matey.

[upbeat music playing over speakers]

[Lori] What happened to you?

I got beat up, shoes thrown at me,

I don't even know how many
milk shakes and beers.

[sighs] You poor baby.

Come here. Come here.

Um, yeah, I don't think
it's the best idea

to be spinning signs out there.

Got any other jobs in here?

Are you kidding me?

I got a folder full of
applicants wanting jobs:

people with master's degrees,

anthropologists and English majors

and useless things like that.

Wow. Oh, okay.

Besides, you did a great
job out there today.

Sales are up 20%.

I'm ordering more popcorn
shrimp as we speak.

So you'll be back tomorrow, right?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Sweetie pies, why were you
hitting Santiago this morning?

'Cause we don't like him.

Why? Santiago's a good guy.

He leaves now?

No, baby, he doesn't leave now.

He's staying here with us.

He's our family.

Oh, fuck.

Girls, is this because Santiago's

a different shade of brown than you?

Or, girls, is this because
you're jealous of Santiago?

[Veronica] We need to treat people

how we want to be treated.

There are people in this world

who want to send brown people
like us back to Africa,

but we won't stand for it, will we?

No. So we also won't stand

for them wanting to send
other kinds of brown people

back to Central America.

Get it?

Let me try. Uh, snookums,

I used to have sibling rivalry

with the kids in my foster homes, okay?

Especially this one boy, Joey Caccitore.

He used to kiss up to my foster parents

all the time, and they would give him

extra butterscotch pudding,

and I thought that they loved him more,

but in reality,

they just hated all of us.

- Kev, how is that helping?
- I don't know.

I forget that's how the story ended.

- [knock at door]
- I'll get it.

Talk about the brown people more.

I think that was helping.

Just because Santiago's here
doesn't mean we love you less,

and just because he's different

doesn't mean that we're
gonna get rid of him.

- [Kev] V.
- Yeah?

- [Kev] Look who it is.
- Hi.

[Santiago] Martina!

[Martina] Santiago!

[rock music]

[laughs]

♪♪♪

[Dax] Only 30 seconds left.

What the hell was that?

Smacking me with a two
by four out there?

That's the way we're
gonna play this thing?

All's fair in love and hobo wars, Frank.

♪♪♪

Gauntlet thrown, my friend.

♪♪♪

[Ryan] Just got off the
phone with the client.

Four Greek councils have signed deals

to make Hobo Loco their
featured alcoholic beverage

at all their fraternity parties.

- We're blowing up.
- Mm-hmm.

The Insta' Story I just
posted less than an hour ago

already has 100,000 viewers.

- [Ryan laughs]
- [buzzer blares]

Oh, sorry, Victor.

You've been eliminated.

And then there were 19.

Cardboard amateur.

Bubble wrap.

Nice touch, Frank.

♪♪♪

Ooh, but not as clever
as insulation and tarp!

- [Ryan] Ha!
- [Dax] You are the winner

- of this challenge, Mikey O.
- [Ryan] Yeah!

[Ryan and Dax cheering]

[Ryan] All right, let's get out there

for our next challenge:

dumpster diving for your dinner.

Who thinks they can bring
back the best meal?

- I can!
- Well, let's see!

- [button beeps]
- Whoo! Go! Go! Go!

- Whoo!
- [Dax] One hour! Let's go!

Don't forget to share your Hobo Loco

on social media!

♪♪♪

We're gonna make the American hobo

as famous as Joe Camel.

You did good, coming here.

You know, Lip's a smart guy.

I like him.

He'll figure this out.

Yeah.

But you can't be hanging
out at truck stops, right?

It's a lot of creepy people out there.

Look, if I saw...

If I saw a little girl
on the street alone,

I would want to protect her,

make sure she was safe,

but there are some bad people out there

who'd want to hurt her,

maybe say stuff

or do stuff to her.

If that ever happened,

you can tell me about it.

Hey, I'd listen to
anything you have to say,

try and make you feel better,

or maybe even beat the
shit out of that person.

I don't know.

Come on.

Let's go raid Lip's closet

and find you something clean to wear.

[rock music]

[Ingrid] No, Sally, I didn't say

that you were responsible
for Lou not remembering

your birthday.

I said you were responsible

for the way you reacted

to Lou not remembering your birthday.

Guess who just got fucking fired!

[shushing]

Are you shushing me in my own house?

She's doing a phone therapy session

with her client Sally.

[Fiona] Oh. Hey, Sally.

Sally, I got all the therapy you
could ever need right here!

- [Ingrid] Sorry, Sally...
- What happened?

Why'd you get fired?

Bullshit this, bullshit that,

blah, blah, blah.

So what's your plan now?

Gonna hang around here,
drinking all day?

Oh, no, I-I might eat something too.

What about money?

Could you stop whining about
money for two seconds, maybe?

♪♪♪

Brought some popcorn shrimp
back from my shitty-ass job.

- [Fiona] Yum.
- I'm turning the furnace on.

Gotta check for carbon monoxide leaks.

[sighs]

You need a job, Fiona.

Mm-hmm.

♪♪♪

[detector beeps]

What the hell?

♪♪♪

[detector beeps]

[detector beeps]

[detector beeps]

[detector beeps]

[detector beeping]

♪♪♪

[detector beeping]

- [gas hissing]
- No! Shit!

[detector beeping rapidly]

Come on.

[beeping continues]

- [beeping stops]
- [gas hissing]

[fabric rips]

Fuck.

Help!

I'm stuck down here!

[Fiona] I'm coming. I'm coming.

[knocking]

I said I'm coming!

So, uh, what I'm hearing you say, Sally,

is that even though
you're still mad at Lou,

you are willing to focus on
the good things he does.

Sally, your therapist
is having a tea party

- with stuffed animals.
- [knocking]

Door's open.

Yeah?

We're looking for Ingrid.

I'm her ex-husband. This is Dr. Kwan...

Oh, I don't give a fuck who
you are. She's right here.

[Ingrid] Yeah, you know, Sally,

we will have to continue this later

same time next week.

I cannot believe that you betrayed me

and brought her here.

[Randy] Ingrid, Dr. Kwan explained to me

that you will bleed out and die

if you carry six babies to term.

Then why did you implant
all those embryos in me?

Because there was only
a five percent chance

of any of them surviving implantation

in your shriveled-up uterus.

So what you're saying is,
I'm a medical miracle?

You'll be a medical tragedy

if you carry all six of
those fetuses to term.

I am willing to take my chances.

Ingrid, we are gonna go
to Dr. Kwan's office.

- No.
- She is gonna do

- the procedure, and then...
- No, no, no, no.

...I will take you home.

No! Get out of my house!

Bitch, if you don't come
to my office right now,

I will go North Korean on you
and reach into your vagina

and rip those embryos out
of you with my bare hands!

- [both shouting]
- Doctor, please!

She is trying to kill my babies!

[grunts exasperatedly]

[Randy] Ingrid?

[rock music]

Ingrid? Oh, crap.

- Ingy.
- [laughing]

[Randy] Ingrid? Open this door!

- Please.
- [Debbie] Hello?

- Is somebody down here?
- [Randy] Please!

- [Debbie] I'm trapped!
- [Randy] Ingrid.

Well, we all feel trapped at some point.

Uh, do you want to talk about it?

No, you crazy bitch! It's Debbie!

I need to get out of here
and turn off the gas

before the house blows up!

Debbie?

Debbie?

Help!

Help!

Somebody help!

Debbie?

Kelly?

♪♪♪

My pants are stuck.

[Kelly] Can you take them off?

What?

Just take off your pants!

Oh.

[gas hissing]

Uh...

[grunting]

[grunts, pants]

- Oh, my God.
- [laughs]

[sighs]

[laughs, sighs]

- [energetic rock music]
- Nice ass.

[laughs]

Let's get that gas turned off.

♪ And I got what you need ♪

♪ Sing hallelujah, I'll
make you believe ♪

♪ 'Cause you do what I
do and I do me... ♪

Thank you for dinner,
fancy French restaurant.

Oh, yeah!

Any escargots in here?

♪ Here we go, here we go... ♪

[Mikey] Whoa! Hey!

Come on! Hey!

All's fair, Mikey O. All's fair.

[Mikey] Come on, now!

Come on! Aww!

[smooth music playing over speakers]

♪♪♪

♪ Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom ♪

♪ Boredom, boredom, boredom ♪

♪ Boy my bedroom floor
is a cereal burial... ♪

What's going on, fellas?

Nothing. Just selling lemonade.

Neighbor said there was a disturbance.

Yeah, Officer, I called. That was me.

Seems to be the problem?

[Clancy] These kids are up to no good.

They are making way
too much noise, okay?

They are getting water on my car.

[Todd] Noise? That's Tyler the Creator.

They don't belong here, sir.

We live two streets over.

Well, I mean, do you have a-a permit

to operate a food stand
in front of my house?

Ask them, sir. Do they?

You need a permit to sell lemonade?

[indistinct police radio chatter]

Eighty-three-ten will respond.

Move the lemonade stand down the street

and turn down the music.

Wait, sir, that's it?

What do you want me to do, lady?

Shut them down.

I just got my car washed.

[sighs]

You know what?

Looks like y'all made enough money.

Why don't you close up shop for the day?

What? Why?

Just do it. [sighs]

It's not worth the aggravation.

Here's 20 bucks.

Get yourself a permit.

♪♪♪

♪ Got some cars I can handle ♪

♪ But nowhere for performance... ♪

Well, you heard the man.
Shut the shit down.

♪ But I hate eating solo ♪

♪ Need someone we can
loiter in parking lots ♪

♪ And sunsets at the border, yeah ♪

♪ Ringy-dingy-dong, I can't be alone ♪

♪ I been starting to feel... ♪

[music stops]

This is great.

Big family dinner. This
is exactly what I wanted.

Are you enjoying the food, Martina?

Better than what they had
in the holding cell.

Oh.

I am so sorry they put you there.

This is not what
America's normally like.

I thought you were supposed to be

the greatest country in the world.

You caught us at a bad time.

_

_

_

_

Hey, what do you say we,
um, finish up dinner

and watch some TV? Hmm?

You guys have Pawn Stars in Guatemala?

Uh, we cannot stay after dinner.

We have to go back.

Back? To the detention center?

To Guatemala.

We go tonight with our uncle.

Your uncle? Jose Gomez?

Our father was deported,
so we have to go back

to be with him.

Deported? I'm so sorry.

[Martina] Sí. Thank you for

offering to foster us,

but your country no longer wants

the tired and poor, yearning to be free,

like the big green lady in
the New York Harbor says.

Big green lady?

Statue of Liberty.

She's been napping a long time.

Probably hasn't slept in days.

Yeah, you know, you can go if you want.

Are you giving me permission?

No.

No, I just mean

if this is too much to deal with,

you know, I understand.

You really think I do
anything I don't want to do?

No, probably not.

Damn right.

[visceral squelching,
bludgeoning sounds on TV]

Got you. Yes.

Hi.

Hey, buddy. What's up?

Some lady called the cops on me.

What'd you do?

Nothing, just selling lemonade
in front of her house.

Said we got water on her fancy car.

What lady?

Over on Bundy.

The one who bought Mr. Reeback's
house and redid it?

Uh-huh.

Who were you with?

Some friends from school,

Todd and De-shawn.

Black kids?

Yeah.

Motherfucker.

Yo!

[indistinct chatter]

We're not gonna eat this stuff, right?

Oh, no, hell no.

We're gonna Fear Factor this shit.

[Mikey] I made it!

- I made it.
- [buzzer blares]

Shit. Damn it.

Can't keep this player
from the game, Frank.

How did you get out?

Garbage truck came by.

Dumped me in the back. It was rough,

but a pile of old Big
Macs broke my fall.

[Ryan] All right, welcome back.

We'll now go around and take our pick

for the dumpster dive competition.

Sushi, huh?

Brave choice.

[rock music]

♪♪♪

Hey!

You know that new bitch over on Bundy?

Yeah, she pulled some racist
shit on my brother Liam,

so block party. Come on.

♪ Hit 'em where it hurts ♪

♪ Get out now and leave
me in the dirt... ♪

Hey, Mr. Jackson. We're throwing

a new racist neighbor a welcome party.

Bring your pit bull.

[Mr. Jackson] Come on, boy. Let's go.

♪ I'm making a comeback ♪

[crowd cheering]

♪ You gotta believe that ♪

♪ I'm making a comeback ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

Welcome to the South Side, bitch!

[crowd cheering]

♪ I'm making a comeback ♪

You sure you want to do this?

[Martina] Sí.

_

[speaking Spanish] Hello.

[speaking Spanish] Uncle Jose,
thank you so much for coming.

- [speaking Spanish] How are you?
- [speaking Spanish] Good.

_

I have no idea what he said.

It was good. He smiled.

There goes my son.

[hip-hop music playing over speakers]

♪♪♪

I have called the police.

♪♪♪

They are on their way.

You are disturbing the peace.

Hey, lady.

That was my brother with
the lemonade stand.

- What?
- That's right.

I got a black brother.

♪♪♪

What? That's why you didn't want him

near your house, right?

'Cause he's black?

Okay, you need to go home.

Some of us have jobs.

You know, I lived in this
neighborhood my whole life.

Kids have always sold
lemonade right here.

Black kids, white kids,

Russian kids, Mexican kids.

Would you get away from my fence?

Nobody ever had a problem
with lemonade stands

until all of you bougie,

yoga-loving,

latte-sipping,

ankle tattoo-wearing, racist assholes

moved into our neighborhood,
so your fence?

Fuck your fence.

♪♪♪

- [blow lands]
- [crowd gasps]

- [siren blips]
- [growls]

♪♪♪

Ah, shit!

[police officer] Hey!

[rock music]

♪♪♪

Sync and corrections by btsix
www.addic7ed.com

[crowd booing]

♪ Well, I'm about to explode ♪

♪ Let it out, let it go ♪

♪ And if you're down for the show ♪

♪ I got something I've
been keeping secret ♪

♪ Shown never before ♪

♪ 'Bout to kick in the door ♪

♪ I know you want it some more ♪

♪ But I've got no time left
for tongue in cheek and ♪

♪ I've got, got, got to let it out ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I've got, got, got to ♪

Video of the food challenge went viral.

Over 400,000 views.

People are doing something
called the "Hobo Dragon."

[Ryan laughs]

We are totally getting
promoted after this.

[paramedic 1] Another
alcohol poisoning inside?

[paramedic 2] Yeah, fourth one today.

♪♪♪

♪ I've got, got, got to let it out ♪

♪ Let it out, let it out, let it out ♪

- ♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
- ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

- ♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
- ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪