We're not doing this,
telling you what happened on Shameless last week anymore.
-We're sick of it. -Yeah, we quit.
-It's over. -Just not doin' it.
-It insults your intelligence. -They don't pay us enough.
What, they pay you guys for this?
-Yeah. You don't get paid? -[Debbie] Are you kidding?
-[Ian] Of course. -Well, fuck me!
[all snickering]
rock music
Think of all the luck you got
Know that it's not for naught
You were beaming once before
But it's not like that anymore
What is this downside
That you speak of?
What is this feeling
You're so sure of?
Round up the friends you got
Know that they're not for naught
You were willing once before
But it's not like that anymore
What is this downside
That you speak of?
What is this feeling
You're so sure of?
[Lip] Is he dead?
Faint pulse.
-Hypoxic. -High what?
-Barely breathing. -What's that smell?
Grampy went tinkle in his pants.
Ugh, damn it. Not on the new couch.
Hey, what's goin' on?
Frank OD'd again.
[Ian] How much heroin did he do?
-Wow. -[Ian] Oh.
And he's not dead?
[Lip] Yet another disadvantage
to decades of copious narcotics use.
Should we, like, call the paramedics or something?
No, he's done this before a bunch of times.
He may be trying to kill himself.
He's been depressed.
The dementia's getting bad.
[Veronica] Hand me that syringe.
-Ugh! -Sheesh.
[Veronica] Unresponsive to pain.
-[Ian] Stroke? -Or he's already brain-dead.
That happens with overdoses.
I guess it's up to us to finish him off.
Quick shot to the head, dump his body in the lake.
I don't think anybody's gonna miss him.
What? We'd just be helpin' Mr. Fuckup finish the job.
[Heidi] You could pillow him.
That's what my dad did to my grandpa
so we could sell his double-wide.
Couldn't afford his oxygen refills anymore.
-Who is that? -Debbie's got a new friend.
[Heidi] Hey, you check his pockets,
see if he got any money on him?
Trust me, he doesn't.
I gotta get to work. Is there any coffee?
Yeah, I made a pot.
[Carl] All right.
So now what?
We wait, I guess.
For what?
See if he dies or not.
Said there's coffee?
Yeah, kitchen.
Let's go.
Kev, we gotta get to The Alibi. The realtor's comin' at ten.
mellow rock music
Hey, when are you guys heading to Kentucky?
Soon as we can sell The Alibi. You in your new place yet?
Yeah, but we still need to get furniture and everything.
We're havin' a yard sale over the weekend.
You should come by first and get whatever you want.
Yeah, thanks, that'd be great.
[Mickey clears throat]
Oh, yeah, everybody should come to The Alibi later.
Drinks are gonna be half off.
It's a special thank-you to our customers
for their years of loyal alcoholism.
Mm. That sounds really great, Kev.
What time do you wanna do that?
Seven?
-Good. We'll be there. -[Veronica] Come on, Kevin.
Let us know about Frank, okay?
Franny, breakfast.
So your big plans of sellin' the house fell through, huh?
Yeah, try not to look so happy about it.
It's hard not to.
I don't think I've ever been so happy
to see somebody fail before.
All right, I'm out. Peace.
You gonna repair all the damages you did?
[scoffs]
[Debbie sighs]
What?
Pretty harsh, Debs.
What? He was gonna put Franny and me on the street.
And pretty dramatic-- he was trying to give us all
-a fresh start. -I don't want a fresh start.
-I love this house. -You love this house?
Yes!
Easy to please, I guess.
What are you doin'?
I'm just gettin' shit for the new apartment.
What?
Yeah. Two, uh, plates, two bowls, two spoons.
Whatever the fuck this thing is.
-What is this thing? -That's my potato masher.
-Put that back. -[Ian] All right, Mickey--
What? You must own at least some of this shit.
Yeah, we can get our own spoons.
With what money? Spent it all on first, last,
and that bullshit security deposit.
-Jesus Christ. -[Mickey] Get a load of this.
They're makin' us pay more up front
'cause we're from the South Side.
I'd get it if we were, like, brown or Mexican or whatever,
but we're as made in the USA as any of those
West Side motherfuckers, you know what I mean?
All right, come on, put it back, let's go.
I thought we were coming here to get shit for the apartment.
Yeah, clothes, my bed, sheets. Come on, let's get the bed.
I'm comin' back for that fuckin' potato thing.
[Ian] Mickey.
You done?
Which one are you again?
Liam.
[Heidi] Hmm.
She your mom?
Sister.
No shit.
[Tami] You gonna smoke that?
Want to, but, uh...nope.
You okay?
Yeah, fuckin' Debbie, right?
That's not what I meant.
No.
No, I stopped caring about Frank years ago.
It's not like he ever cared about any of us.
I, um...
signed up to deliver for Zippy Zebra.
Brad said he'd lend me his Honda 400.
That's good. Yeah.
You gonna move in with Fred and I?
Join us at my dad's?
[Lip laughs lightly]
We can move back in here.
Are you sure you're ready to share a bathroom
with Debbie, Franny, Liam, and...[inhales]
...whatever feral sex buddy Debbie picks up
on a freeway off-ramp?
I'd survive. [chuckles]
I think I might be pregnant again.
What? How?
How?
I...
I mean...
...you're sure?
Uh...no. No.
I'll pick up one of those tests on my way home from work,
but...I'm late, um...
and my tits are fuckin' sore like they were with Fred.
Jesus.
So no, then.
No what?
No, you...
you don't think we should keep it.
You think we should?
I-I don't know.
[sighs]
God.
It's hard enough keeping a roof over the head
of the one we got.
Whoa, hey, no, that's not on you.
That's on us.
This year, the virus.
I know, I know.
But we're still here.
You know? We're surviving.
-Right? -Yeah.
Damn straight, we are.
All right, listen, I gotta get to work.
But will you call me if anything happens with Frank?
-I will. -Okay.
[Tami sighs]
And listen.
You decide where you want us to live.
You know?
I'm cool with wherever,
as long as the three of us are together.
All right.
rock music
[door clicks open]
[huffs] Your mattress smells like ass.
We can also buy a new mattress.
Nah, too many good memories stained into this one.
Hey, you know what the day is?
Twentieth or 21st?
Fuck should I know?
[Ian] Thinkin' it's the 21st.
Maybe a little less thinkin' and open those doors.
This fucker's heavy.
[both grunting]
After we drop this shit off,
we gotta hit that furniture rental on Ashland.
They got a good deal on taupe living room sets.
All right. That it?
No, still gotta grab the dresser.
What do we need a dresser for? We got floors, right?
[Ian] Come on.
Fuck's sake.
Help me run an errand later?
[Debbie] Sure.
Franny, you like muscle cars?
Oh, yeah, American only. Right, Fran?
USA!
You know, I had a '70 Barracuda 440 once.
-[Franny] Ooh! -Mm-hmm. For a whole two hours.
Smoked the cops who were on me after I boosted it.
Hey, you're your own boss, right?
Yeah.
That means you don't have to go to work
if you have something better to do.
Mm...like what?
Hey, Franny, why don't you go downstairs
to check if your Grandpa Frank is dead, okay?
Bye, Fran.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
mellow rock music
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Oh, fuck.
mellow whistling
It feels like sunshine
bright music
It feels like sunshine
Feels like sunshine
[mellow pop music playing over speakers]
[gags] Jesus, this one's like drinking cotton candy.
-Too sweet? -Well, that depends
if you're a 13-year-old girl or not.
Is there even any alcohol in it?
Not everybody wants a drink
that tears the skin off their tonsils, Tommy.
I think you may need to serve these up
-with a side of insulin. -I gotta learn this drink menu
before I go down there.
All right, next up, Sex in a Driveway.
Jesus, peach schnapps and Sprite?
[Veronica] The Alibi is a South Side landmark.
It's been here since its original owner,
Stan Kopchek, opened it
after returning from serving his country in World War II.
His Purple Heart
and dishonorable discharge from the navy
are still framed behind the bar.
[Mansoor] Is there anything you wanna specify
in the listing?
Exclusions, disclosures,
things a buyer would need to know?
Not that I can think of.
You can't change the taps. I promised Stan we never would.
And no Cubs games--ever.
White Sox and Bears only.
-Are you writin' this down? -Kevin, we are selling.
The new owners get to decide which taps to use
and which games to put on the TV.
Actually, I doubt very much that a new owner
is going to want to use this space as a bar.
I suspect we're looking at a coffee shop
maybe an organic food market.
The apartment upstairs could be an extra bonus
-for an escape room operator. -[cell phone ringing]
And I know of one who's been looking in the area.
Hold on.
I doubt I'll have any trouble unloading this place for you.
Yes?
What the fuck is an escape room?
[Liam sighs]
[items clattering, Lip muttering]
[grunts]
Hi. New shitter barely got used.
Should be able to take it back to Home Depot
after a good scrub.
What's up?
It's Frank.
Shit.
He's, uh--he's gone?
Sort of.
[train rumbling]
mellow music
[Vilma] Put on a mask, asshole!
Didn't I see you fighting in the war
Back in 1942
[bus horn honks]
Every time I shape-shift into form
I'm standing there right next to you
The best days of all my lives
Were spent dreaming of the afterlife
The best days of all my lives
Were spent dreaming of the afterlife
[pounding on door]
The best days of all my lives
Were spent dreaming of the afterlife
Whoo
spaghetti western music
exciting music
[woman] No, no, no, please.
I just ran in for a second. I'm leaving right now.
Are you handicapped, ma'am?
I was keeping an eye on the street,
and if anyone would have--
Do you have your handicap placard?
Please. I promise I won't do it again.
You know who uses these spots, ma'am?
Veterans who lost their legs
fighting for our freedom in Fallujah.
Children born without spinal cords.
Old ladies who are paralyzed by Tesla hipsters
too busy watching TikToks
to look up when they approach a crosswalk.
Come on, please?
I've learned my lesson, Officer.
I won't do it again.
playful rock music
You have a good day, ma'am.
[Brad] My number one earner's Cheesecake Factory.
And the portions are huge,
so customers figure you deserve a big tip
for luggin' all those calories around.
[Lip] Hey.
Where you headed, bud?
Goin' to look for Frank.
You know, you really don't have to.
Is Frank missing again?
Yeah, he's comin' off a smack bender.
Hey, if you find him, don't give him any money.
Don't have any money.
[Brad] And be sure to stay out if it rains.
The wetter you get, the more pitiful you look,
so customers throw you bigger tips.
You okay?
Yeah, I just, uh...
...never thought this is what I'd be doin'
to put food on the table, you know?
Hey, how's it been workin' for Bob?
Selling plumbing supplies with my father-in-law?
It's not ideal. It's payin' a few bills.
He's got some space in his warehouse he said I can use.
I was thinkin' about reaching out
to some of our old customers,
see if I can make a couple extra bucks
after hours and weekends.
You know, I could use the company
if you're up for getting dirt under your fingernails again.
Yeah.
That'd be great. Thanks, man.
And Frank's fine. Disappeared already.
Yo, check this out!
Perfect height for a blowie.
Leatherette, too, easy to clean up afterwards.
Hey, $29.99 a week for the whole set.
I wonder if that's an everyday price
-or because today's the 21st. -Oh, shit!
Look at this thing, helps you stand
when you're too fucked up!
Aw, man, we gotta get one of these.
[Dot] Can I help you?
Yeah, my, uh... husband and I
need some stuff for our new apartment.
Hey, you-you got any mattresses
that do that, like, lift-up thingy?
I can get my ass in that position you like.
Adjustable beds? Oh, unfortunately, no.
Oh. Hey, someone stealin' something?
Kind of hard to imagine anybody walkin' out the front door
with one of these big-ass chairs under their coat.
Stealing the election, Mick.
Look, if we wanted to rent something,
do we need to sign, like, a form or something?
Are you interested in a living room
or dining room set or both?
The president won in a landslide.
[Ian] I agree. Biden won in a landslide.
Living room set.
The election results were hacked
by communists in Venezuela.
-[Mickey] Shit. -[Ian] Venezuela?
What the hell have you been smokin', lady?
Where the fuck's Venezuela, anyway?
[Dot] The liberal media called the election
for Sleepy Joe and "Komola,"
even though we all know they lost.
Her name is Kamala,
and Sleepy Joe kicked your guys' comb-over ass.
Fake news perpetuated by elite liberal pedophiles
-and socialists. -Okay, and where the hell
were you on January sixth, Eva Braun?
Were you storming the Capitol with a fuckin' hockey stick?
At home, watching brave patriots
defend my Second Amendment rights!
[Ian] All right, all right, we're getting outta here.
[Dot] Hey, um, first month's free,
and-and we have same-day delivery!
No. Gotta go. We can't be late
to the Zionist sex-trafficking cabal meeting
at the fucking Pizza Hut!
[Mickey] Oh, shit, we gettin' pizza?
Yeah, I'm starvin'!
Do you not remember where you parked or something?
Maybe one more floor up?
Well, what kind of car we lookin' for?
A Mercedes S-Class.
-Color? -Blue.
Green. Maybe black.
Here we go.
That's a BMW.
Same difference.
[car alarm blaring]
[engine turning over]
[engine revving, tires squealing]
You like dogs, Franny?
I got one in the back.
Hey, if a cop tags me,
I'll meet you back at your place and ditch, okay?
I think I'm in love.
[Mansoor] Eighteen hundred square feet
on the ground floor.
Another 700 upstairs.
Fifty feet of storefront. Ample street parking.
[Conklin] Any HPD restrictions?
You're in an HPD, but you're free to knock it down.
It is not architecturally significant.
-[door squeaks open] -V.
They're gonna knock it down.
Who's knockin' what down?
That realtor, he just said whoever buys us
can tear The Alibi down.
We promised Stan.
Stan's dead.
The worms finished that nasty old bastard off years ago.
Maybe we should stay in Chicago.
We already put the deposit down on the condo next to Mama.
Okay, then we only sell to somebody
who promises to keep The Alibi open.
I'll drink to that.
We barely made enough to keep the lights on this year
with the city saying to close, then open, then close again.
You said The Alibi was part of South Side history.
I would've said Al Capone's lost loot
was buried behind a wall in the basement
if I thought that was gonna get us an extra $20.
Oh, my God!
-What? -What have you done?
-Mama sent them. -No, no, no, no, no, no.
Take 'em off. Take 'em off right now.
-No! -Why?
-Daddy. -What did you do?
They love the jerseys.
-[Kev] It's wrong, V! -Can't do it, Veronica.
I feel kind of sick. I might throw up.
The Bengals, the Reds? What are--
You-you can't just change teams.
That's like-- that's like-like--
Switching from boxers to briefs.
Changing from Fritos to fresh fruit.
Becoming a Protestant.
We're moving to Kentucky. The Bengals play in Ohio!
Well, Louisville is closer to Cincinnati than it is Chicago.
This has nothin' to do with geography.
We're a Sox and Bears family forever.
-End of discussion. -But if--
No, not one word, or we're talkin' divorce.
[Conklin] Might strip it down to the brick
instead of doing a full demo.
A lot of our customers live in lofts.
They love that old factory feel.
I think we can get at least ten tanning beds in here
and a couple of spray booths,
maybe even a cryotherapy chamber.
[groans]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Frank!
mellow music
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It's funny...
[Liam] Frank!
Francis!
Frank!
I knock you down
Brother, please...
[Liam] Frank!
Under the rock...
Frank, I've been looking for you.
Frank!
Oh, sorry.
Frank!
[echoing]
Wow.
Lookin' purdy good up there.
[bright music playing on organ]
[laughs]
Oh, shit! Uh, uh, I gotta go.
I'm late.
Father's gonna be mad.
Oh, uh...I'm sorry. Who are you?
I'm late.
I have to get the candles lit before the procession.
Uh...I'll go get Father.
[organ music continues]
Can I...help you?
I'm sorry I'm late, Father.
I can't find the matches!
They were--they were-- they were always here.
Oh, uh, w-we keep them here now.
Light the altar candles first.
Hmm?
Thank you, Father.
Should I call the police?
No, no.
Call an ambulance.
energetic music
Ba, ba-da, ba, da-da
Da-da-da-da
[buzzer blares]
[muffled pop music playing]
Hey, got your delivery.
[man] Boba's here!
Hang on.
Betty, your lychee.
Let me get you a tip.
[buzzer blares]
-[man] Thanks, man. -[Lip] Thanks.
spaghetti western music
-[siren chirps] -[Carl] Jeez.
Hey. Got you a Jim's with extra onions.
Thanks.
How's it going soaking the rich?
Great. I've given out six grand in tickets,
and it's only two o'clock.
Minding the handicap spot gold mine, I see--smart.
Gallagher here is Robin Hood with the citation book,
evening the income inequality scales
one parking ticket at a time.
Yeah, American meritocracy's bullshit.
World distributes talent equally
but not opportunity.
Look at you, up on the ramparts.
-Where'd you hear that? -Some lady left Obama's book
at the bus stop. Guy's actually kind of smart.
Carl is a cautionary tale.
Never allow injustice to get in the way of your paycheck.
Bosses won't leave you here long.
Too many officers taking pandemic disability.
Hey, can you run somebody for me?
-Yeah, you got a name? -Uh, Heidi somethin'.
Uh...
Heidi Cronch.
C-R-O-N-C-H.
New girlfriend?
My sister's new girlfriend.
-Holy shit. That her? -Yeah.
Might wanna lock up the silver
and hide the women in the woods.
[dispatcher] All available units...
Oh, gotta go.
Hey, buy you a beer after work?
I'm doing a family thing at a friend of mine's bar.
-Half-price drinks. -I don't know.
I been steering clear of the cocktails
-with the old ticker. -Order something virgin.
Maybe.
[man] yelling in foreign language
Huh?
[Heidi] Let's go.
-Who is that guy? -A friend.
Uh, come on.
He seems a little pissed.
Well, he wanted a Mercedes, but he'll live.
Okay, it's definitely time to go now.
Let's go. Go, go, go!
You're a loser, Anton!
[gun cocks, fires]
punchy music
The last idea I had
Got swallowed by a black hole
I could cure cancer
But they'd give the prize to some asshole
Wastin' time, everybody's ending mine
Yeah, you could've done it fast
But the fit just wasn't right
[doorbell rings]
[Stephen] Keep saying that like it's supposed to do something.
I don't know what you want me to do.
I've tried all that.
Yes, I did all of that. What?
Voodoo Thai?
Yes, I did!
Yes, of course I fucking back-tested.
I'm not stupid.
I don't know, it's just-- it's--
it's just--it's fucking frozen. I don't know.
I got four minutes to execute this trade, dude.
I--you installed the algorithm. You tell me!
Check the router?
That's your fucking solution, check the router?
Gotta be kidding me.
This is ridiculous.
This has happened to me I--
fucking ten times before in the past with you guys.
I'm sick of it.
Yeah, I'm standing at the router right now.
Just-just calm down for five seconds.
I don't know-- [scoffs]
Dude, I don't know what you want me to do!
The router looks fine.
Hey, what the fuck are you doing, man?
The hell away from there.
Wait, what did you just do?
Your Forex rate speed algorithm
was set to LSF instead of LSE.
You're trying to trade in pounds sterling, right?
Yeah, i-it didn't know what exchange rate
you were trying to use.
Oh, my God, it went through.
It wen--I just made four fucking grand.
[laughs]
I just made four fucking grand!
[laughing] Holy shit!
Here's your pad thai.
That's--yeah, great. Right there.
[camera shutter clicks]
Oh, tip, um...
what have we got, 20 bucks?
[laughing] Shit, man.
It's ten percent, right?
[Stephen laughs]
[camera shutter clicks]
mellow rock music
Yeah
Maybe we can go to a quiet place
Where the only sound I hear is just your voice
Screaming my face, but I can understand
[siren whoops]
[Father] Francis, we're gonna be at the hospital
very soon, okay?
Offer's comin' in.
How much?
Earnest money, 5,000.
That's good. Sixty-day escrow.
What the hell is escrow?
They hold the money to make sure the deal goes through.
We don't need that. We can hold the money.
I love holdin' money.
-Is this the tanning bed guy? -I think so, yeah.
Aw, damn. I don't tan well.
-How much? -Hang on.
How much?
Two hundred and eighty-five.
That's good, right?
We owe the bank 250.
That's bad, right?
We'd clear 35,000, owe some money in taxes,
-so maybe 30? -Is that good enough?
I was hopin' for more.
All right, fuck it. Let's not sell, then.
It's 30 more than we have now.
We could wait for another offer.
-All right, let's do that. -[Veronica] But a better offer
may not ever come or even another offer.
-Rock, paper, scissors? -Oh, I hate that game.
-I always lose. -You always pick scissors.
-You always pick rock. -Exactly.
-That's why you always lose. -What?
So I should pick paper next time?
Would you two shut the fuck up? I'm trying to think.
[door clicks open]
[sighs] Has Frank been here today?
-Dead Frank? -Not-so-dead Frank.
-He disappeared. -[Kev] No kidding?
That's great news! I been racking my brain
trying to come up with somethin' nice to say about him
at the wake.
Uh, he could always be counted on
to drain your beer when you weren't payin' attention?
[sighs] So no one's seen him.
Sorry, Liam. But he's still breathin'.
-That's good, huh? -Good for who?
If he does show up,
can you make sure he gets home safe, okay?
Sure. Of course.
[rock music playing over speakers]
All right, are we sellin' or not?
[indistinct chatter]
BP 135 over 85,
pulse ox is 94 on RA, so we kept him off O2.
Altered and confused. He could be high.
There's no ID on him, but we think his name is Francis.
Hi, Francis.
You know where you are?
You're in the emergency room.
We're gonna take care of you, okay?
[Frank] I don't feel very good.
Right. We're gonna check you out soon as we can.
They keep a key under a rock in the yard?
I'd have known that, I would've cleaned them out years ago.
All right, V said everything in the living room
and on the dining room table's up for grabs.
A lot of good kitchen stuff we could use.
We got a mixing bowl, some pots and pans, cutting board.
What, you gonna start cookin' now?
One of us has to. Takeout's too expensive.
Hey, man, ramen, some water, and a minute in the microwave,
I'm all set.
Hoo!
Look at this, leather chaps.
What do you think, huh? Dress up in leather,
go cruising for some flabby dentist dudes we can roll?
-[snickers] -Hey.
Take a look at this crib.
It's in pretty good shape.
What do you mean, "Come take a look at this crib"?
Crib means baby.
[Ian] Yeah.
"Yeah," what?
What, you wanna have a baby?
You don't want a baby?
W--h-hold on. You do?
Hell yes.
All right, man, well, I don't know if you've noticed,
we don't exactly have the right equipment.
Although the way you been talkin' about pans
and fuckin' taupe furniture, you might be growin' a vagina.
Help me move this thing.
No.
Why not?
'Cause if we have a crib,
we gotta fuckin' put somethin' in it.
Just grab the other end.
Where are we even gonna get a baby, huh?
No one's gonna let two ex-cons adopt a kid.
So we'll steal one.
What?
I'm joking.
Look, there's gotta be a neglected Milkovich baby
crawling around your family tree somewhere.
You guys are like horny little rabbits.
You pop out a Milkovich fucker at least once a month.
What?
I'd be a shitty dad, man.
No, you wouldn't.
Yeah, what if I, like...
beat it or...
You won't.
[huffs] Spare the fireplace poker,
spoil the child.
That's the kind of shit my dad always said.
Come here.
-Fuck you. -Come on.
Fuck off. No, I don't--
Fu--
[Mickey] I hate this.
You're gonna be a great dad.
Hey.
Couldn't find him.
I'm not surprised.
-I never could either. -You used to look for Frank?
Yeah.
All the time.
Did he always come back?
Not right away.
But yeah.
Hey, why don't you go get dressed?
Get ready for that thing at The Alibi, all right?
Okay.
Yo!
Shelby. What's goin' on, man?
Shit, man.
Checkin' out this vacant lot.
Oh, yeah? How come?
Thinkin' of buyin' it.
Oh, shit. What for?
Neighborhood's comin' up, man.
With that condo project goin' in next to you,
I figured it'd be a good place
to put my settlement money.
You got a settlement?
That gas leak that took my mom.
That was, like, ten years ago.
Yeah. Legal shit takes forever.
I heard your house was a part of that condo deal.
Surprised you didn't sell.
Yeah, me too. Got screwed.
You were gonna sell?
Yeah.
How much were you thinkin' of selling your house for?
I don't know. I was thinkin', like, 200.
[laughs] Oh, well, yeah.
That's a bit outta my price range.
I mean...we're prepared to go as low as 150.
Good to see you, Lip.
Take care.
Hey, Shelby.
How much you got, man?
[Debbie moaning]
- Don't touch me like that -[Debbie] Oh, my God.
Get mad when I fall in love too fast, too bad...
Oh, my God.
Do you want me to for you?
No, no, I'm good.
Maybe we'll go a couple more rounds later.
Hey, I'm thinking of splitting tomorrow.
Why?
El Paso--got a couple friends in a club down there
running some shit that sounds promising.
You're more than welcome to come.
-To Texas? -Yeah, get outta Chicago
before it gets cold.
You got your tools, your truck,
and you can fix pipes and whatever,
and I'll do my thing.
What about Franny?
Oh, well, bring her.
-Really? -Yeah.
Why the hell not? We can have some laughs.
Thelma and Louise it.
You only live once, right?
Hey, Franny, what you doin'?
-Drawing. -Oh, yeah?
Uh, it's lookin' good.
mellow music
[indistinct chatter]
Fiona?
Hi.
Where have you been?
I've been right here.
-Yeah? -Course.
How are you feeling, Francis?
-Frank. -Sorry.
How are you feeling, Frank?
You're so beautiful.
Thank you.
[thermometer beeping]
-Nancy? -[Nancy] Yep.
[Sophia] Did rapid come back yet?
[Nancy] Uh, yes... and it is negative.
[Sophia] Temp's spiking, 103.4
And his pulse ox is 88.
Lung sounds diminished bilaterally.
I think we should run a PCR.
[Nancy] Okay. Uh, draw a CBC with diff.
Start him on ten of O2 with a non-rebreather
and get him into a gown, please.
Fiona, you cried a lot as a baby.
Mad all the time.
Okay. Just take deep breaths. Try not to talk.
But so beautiful.
[chuckles]
[Kev] Oh, shit! It's Officer Carl.
Hide your drugs and illegal firearms.
I'm off duty, Kev.
And this is my comrade in blue, Arthur Tipping.
He's helping me chase the gentrifiers
and scumbag developers off the streets
of our beloved South Side.
Pleasure. Making sure no one shoots this idiot?
Doing what I can. But he's an animal out there.
-I know. -[Veronica] The dancers
are gonna put their costumes on upstairs.
What can I get you two underpaid public servants?
I will be having a beer,
and Arthur here will order something virgin.
Well, you came to the right place.
-You like your drinks pink? -Or bright blue?
How 'bout a Coke?
Well, this place is great.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
It's gonna be a tanning salon in a couple weeks.
Wait, you guys already sell?
We got an offer. Came in kind of low.
We have a couple of days to decide
-if we're gonna accept it. -Shame.
There aren't a lot of places like this around anymore.
You mean money-losing businesses?
Great dive bars where your shoes stick to the floor
and you're not elbowed away from the bar
by dudes with man buns.
Amen.
Hey. They here yet?
No, not yet. You got the sign?
Yeah. Should I put it in the back?
-Yeah. -Cool.
Jesus, there she is.
-The other one your sister? -[Carl] Yeah.
-You gonna tell her? -Eh. I don't know.
[Arthur] I'd wait till that Heidi's not around.
She's likely to cut you.
[Lip] Hey, I've got the sausages and the buns.
-Where you want 'em? -Uh, put 'em in the back.
[Lip] All right.
No Frank?
[rock music playing over speakers]
[Nancy] PCR came back positive.
Pulse ox is down to 84.
Respiration's 30. Get his bed up.
Uh, we need respiratory back down here.
Nancy?
[Nancy] Yep.
[Nancy] Wow.
[Sophia] Is that legally binding?
Claire?
[Claire] Huh. That's new.
-COVID? -Yeah.
Start him on comfort care,
0.6 milligrams hydromorphone IV.
I'll call legal.
Is that Frank?
[Sophia] Yeah, he said that was his name,
but he came in without any ID.
Gallagher. Frank Gallagher.
[Sophia] You know him?
[Nancy] He's a frequent-flier legend.
[Claire] I think he may still be number one
on our drug-seeking no-fly list.
Call for his chart.
There'll be some contact information on there.
[Nancy] Mm-hmm.
soft ethereal music
[no audible dialogue]
Hey, I don't wanna stay too long, all right?
I wanna get back to the apartment
so I can unpack my clothes.
Yeah, four or five beers, and we'll go.
One beer, and we'll go.
[laughing] Fine.
Do you seriously not know what today is?
Jesus Chr-- I don't know. Thursday?
Twenty-first.
Doesn't ring any bells with you?
No. Should it?
It's our wedding anniversary.
Oh!
Oh, shit.
One year ago today.
Hey, man.
That's great.
Come on. I'm thirsty.
-Surprise! -Surprise!
[people] Happy anniversary!
[shouting]
[cheers and applause]
[Lip] Speech!
[all] Speech!
Um...
I love this man.
[cheers and applause]
[romantic accordion music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[man 1] Who wants to dance?
[man 2] We'll see.
How you doing in there, Frank?
[Frank moans, mutters]
What's that?
[sighs] Frank Gallagher's files.
Come on.
Help me find an emergency contact number in this mess.
[soft whooshing]
[Frank breathing deeply]
[no audible dialogue]
[dance music playing]
You can't let them sell this place.
I know. I'm gonna miss it.
-It'd make a great cop bar. -You know what? It would.
I got my 20 in, some money stashed away.
We could partner up. You'd look good behind the bar.
-No money. -How much they selling for?
I don't know. Hey, Kev. Come here.
-You made it. -Yeah.
[Lip] One year.
You had doubts?
Yeah, you didn't?
[Lip] Tami may be pregnant again.
Congratulations.
It's not good news.
It's been a tough year.
Ah, so what?
Do it anyway.
Hey, you don't want it,
Mickey and I can take it off your hands.
Yeah, you want kids?
I do. Mickey, um...not so much.
Hey, I think I found somebody who might wanna buy the house.
-No shit? -Mm-hmm. Shelby.
The barbecue guy?
-Mm-hmm. -How much?
He's only got 75 grand.
Ouch.
Kev and V got 175?
Yeah.
So that means we get, uh,
15 each?
Oh, it's not much, but...
it's something.
You take my 15.
We don't need it. We're doin' fine.
Thank you.
But no, thanks.
So...should we sell?
You decide.
I'm good with whatever you wanna do.
Everybody's leaving me with the decisions today.
That's 'cause you're the closest thing to a dad
we ever had.
Yeah?
[Lip] Better go get Mickey
before he runs off with one of those dancers.
Love you, big brother.
Yeah, I love you too, asshole.
[muffled chatter and music playing]
[Josh] Hey, there's a car on fire out here!
-Come on, check it out! -Hey, grab your drink.
-Oh, this, I gotta see. -Come on. Hey, let's go.
[Veronica] All right, make sure you pay our tabs
before you walk out the door.
I will find y'all.
[indistinct chatter]
[man] I've been on the phone for 20 minutes!
My car is burn-- it's a white Tesla.
It's in the middle of the street--it's on fire!
Hey, how you like
that $80,000 Roman candle now, bitch?
[laughter]
We get high in backseats of cars
We break into mobile homes
We go to sleep to Shake Appeal
Never wake up on our own
That's the way we get by
To the way we get by
Oh, that's the way we get by
To the way we get by
[muffled] Oh, that's the way
We get by, to the way we get by
That's the way we get by
The way we get by, the way we get by
[singing fades]
To the way we get by
Oh, that's the way we get by
To the way we get by
That's the way we get by
To the way we get by
[singing fades] That's the way we get by
[Frank] I'm not gonna ask your forgiveness,
because you bunch didn't do shit for me.
So let's just call it a draw.
I know some of you think you hate my guts,
and truth be told,
I never liked any of you much either.
But we're all Gallaghers.
My only advice
is to stop worrying so damn much.
You're supposed to ask people on their deathbed
if they wish they'd worked more
or spent more time with their family.
[chuckles] Me?
Hell, I wish I'd partied more.
Nobody ever said our neighborhood
was the Garden of Eden,
but it's been a good home to us,
to me and you kids.
I'm proud of all of you,
because every single one of you
reminds me a little bit of me.
Lip, you're smart as a whip.
You just can't seem to get outta your own way.
Eh, you'll figure it out.
Ian--industrious, incredible work ethic.
Not a clue where you got that from.
Touch of mental illness from your mother.
Only way I can understand
how you ended up marrying a Milkovich.
Carl...ha.
I never could figure you out.
Can't believe you betrayed the family and became a cop.
I'm hoping you're already on the take.
Debbie, you remind me of your mother,
not in a good way.
Good luck in life. You're gonna need it.
Liam, you're the apple of my eye.
You handsome devil.
Everybody says you look just like me.
Oh, Kev, Veronica,
you're overrated as friends.
Always sticking your noses in my family's business
where they don't belong.
You're moving. I say good riddance.
And me, Frank Gallagher--
father, teacher, mentor.
Captain of our little ship.
People say you can't drink your troubles away.
I say you're just not drinkin' enough.
Ah...I guess that's it.
Not much left to say, really.
Except...time's precious.
Don't fuckin' waste it.
Have a good time. I sure as hell did.
That's the way we get by
To way we get by, to way
That's the way we get by
[Georgio] Damn! What is this guy, like, 80 proof?
[Marco] At least. This guy definitely liked
-to knock back a couple. -[Georgio] Couple of cases
and two bottles of JB's more like it.
[both chuckle]
[metal creaking, moaning]
[both moaning, coughing]
[item clattering]
Oh
rock music
Ah, trouble come runnin'
Here it come runnin' again
Well, all right
I got taken away
By a heavenly host
To a heavenly place
Ah, running again