Jesus, I'm raising five kids, and I didn't miss last week.
What's your excuse?
- Ugh, Carl! - Looking for Frank.
Two assholes busted into our house looking for you and some car.
I don't care how you get the money. I want 6 grand by Saturday...
s.. or this ear will be hanging around my neck.
The shoplifting is out of hand.
Did Mickey pay for that?
That's it. Follow me.
You know where I live if you have a problem.
I have not been out of the house in years.
Oh, God. I can't. Stop it, make it stop.
This is no way to treat a veteran,
- If you didn't run, we'd have flushed first. —We want our 6 grand.
- Ugh. - Anything?
Flier for guitar lessons and a comb.
What do I owe you for the reach—around?
- Twenty-four hours, Frank. - Ah.
Today is "Put Your Head in the Toilet Day."
Know what that makes tomorrow, Frank?
"Put Your Head in the Trash Compactor Day."
Got semolina, seven-grain and whole wheat.
You work at a bakery and all you stole was bread?
- Where are the crullers and turnovers? —We want sugar.
Yeah? Too bad. Free toast for a week.
—Who wants a sandwich? - Mine with the crusts off.
How was your wake—and-bake?
Two a.m. start. I don't know how Lucia does it
- Hey, I got a surprise for you. - Gotta do something about that toilet.
- What's wrong with it? - Nothing if you don't mind squatting...
like a coolie so your ass doesn't touch the water.
- Did you try and fix it? —Hell, no. I just got my nails done.
- I got us a room at the Delacroix tonight. - Ha, ha.
Good for you. Who you gonna take? Sounds nice.
Where are the knives? Carl!
- Gotta love these half-days. - Good thing public education is broke.
Yeah. Waste of time.
Only thing those people are equipped to teach is how to live with disappointment.
- Hey, wanna catch a movie later? . Uh..
Brandy can sneak us in.
Can't. Gotta be at work by 3.
- Nice jacket Kash bought you. —Thanks.
Yeah. Tell Kash I'll take it in the ass if it gets me free stuff.
- Hey. - Ha, ha.
- Hey, yeah, I'm talking to you. —Yeah?
- You got a phone? —What, your truck break down?
No, genius, I like standing in a shitty neighborhood with my dick in my hands.
I'm already two hours late on this load. I try to take one shortcut, this is what I get.
My goddamn kid drained my phone playing "Doodle Jump."
My goddamn wife took my charger.
I'll give you 5 bucks if you let me use your phone.
- Just one call. - Oh, we don't have a phone.
Our dad says not till we're 18.
Um, but you know what?
There's a bar, I think, about 10 blocks that way.
What's it called? Uh, 0'FIaherty's.
Tell them your family's from County Cork.
- Ten blocks? —Maybe five. Straight shot.
This is yours if you keep an eye on the truck.
- Five bucks? - Oh, cool. Thanks. Mister.
Hey, hey. Make sure no one gets near it.
Will do.
Yo, Kev,
Forty—third and Halsted. Bring a crowbar.
- So tonight. What do you think? —Like I'm going to a hotel tonight.
A great thing about hotels is that the toilets actually work.
- You buy watches? - Buy, trade.
I need cash,
Twenty years with the ITC. Sure you wanna part with this, Eddie?
That's 24-karat gold. Best there is. Test it, you'll see.
Damn Palestinians, huh?
It's like they come out of the womb wearing a suicide vest, am I right, ha, ha?
You ask me, we should just give you guys the green light, take them all out.
I believe in a two—state solution.
Don't know why you yids get such a bad rap...
for being greedy, controlling the media...
making everyone get their dicks cut.
Killing our Lord and Savior?
Everyone knows that was Pontius Pilate, not you.
- Thirty—five dollars. —Two hundred fifty.
- Thirty—five dollars. - The hell? Ugh.
You're supposed to negotiate.
The phrase "Jew me down" only works if you take the fair price I start with...
and you slowly Jew me down to an unacceptable number.
You can't bottom-line some rip-off rate from the get-go.
- Give me a number. - Thirty—five.
And my ancestors and I take full credit for crucifying that Christ putz.
So you want the $35 or not?
Mel Gibson was right!
Don't touch my cup, Frank.
I just came over to say hello, Benny. Jesus.
Neat trick, you knowing it was me, though.
Who else smells like Old Style and ball sweat?
- Ha, ha. - I'll, uh...
- I'll help you cross the street. —I don't wanna cross no street.
Jesus. I need it more than you.
Wow!
- Ha, ha. —Fuck.
What is this?
Come on. I got them, I got them, I got them.
All right, I got you.
You go ahead. I'm gonna go back and fight for more.
Are you sure that's such a good idea?
Out of my way. I buried two husbands.
Take it easy, Grandma.
How the hell we gonna fit all of that in there?
We could hang it in the garage, hack off what we need.
- Rats would get it. - Rats won't be a problem.
Move, move, move. Dude, move, move, move.
- Here we go. Ugh. Phew! —Does Ron still have that chain saw?
He owes me. I told his wife he was on his way...
when he was getting a hummer from some dude. Lip.
- Yeah? —Lip, let's go.
Straight shot. There's no 0'FIaherty's.
There's no stinking way they're getting that 5 bucks now.
Hey, look what fell off the back of a truck.
Mickey? Again?
Don't think he detached my retina this time.
- Linda's gonna shit a brick. —Let me see.
I can run out and replace whatever he took before she gets here.
No, you can't. It's gonna take three days for the background check.
- He took the gun? How? —I pulled it on him.
Even released the safety.
But what was I supposed to do? Shoot him over a Cup-a-Soup?
Wish he'd burnt the store down. Never wanted it to begin with.
Wanted to be a Iandscaper.
- Where's the charcoal? —Above the veggies.
Barbecue sauce?
Got more newspapers.
- This expired when Bush was president. - It's supposed to age. It's fine.
- Wait, who's got the chain saw? —Lip.
Another cool thing about hotels is that you don't have to saw your own meat.
- Any more Ziplocs? - You look exhausted.
- You could use the getaway. - Fuck you.
- What? —Upstairs bathroom.
What is it?
What used to be in the toilet is now in the tub.
- Check-in time is 4:00. —0h, great idea. I'm in.
Let's pencil that in for, say, 2023.
Watch Liam for me. Come on.
Brother, you gotta stop embarrassing yourself.
Fiona's a 'hood gilt, not a debutante from Glencoe.
It's painful, man, you always asking her on lunches...
taking a getaway.
What's next, coed bikini waxes and a spa day?
When she says, "Fuck you," it means "I like you."
- It's 'hood speak. Learn the language. - Okay, any suggestions?
All day, all she does is make decisions. Five kids, fucking Frank.
Stop asking her what she needs. Fucking tell her.
- Change your mind about that movie? - Where's Mickey?
Downstate, picking up our dad from prison.
Why?
What the hell, Ian?
What are you doing?
Mickey will kill you.
What do you want?
ianl
He hit Kash, okay?
Just go. I'll put everything back.
Tell him it ends now. No more messing with Kash.
And tell him I want the gun back. Tonight.
Give me the money.
I've got a gun.
- Frank? - What? No. I'll use it.
For what? To jack off? Go home.
You left Liam where?
He's not dry cleaning. You can't just drop him off.
Aah! Look after Liam? I'd love to.
I can keep him in my room until Karen goes to college.
- No, just for one night. - Oh.
Okay. Well, we'll have the best slumber party ever.
Come on, sweet boy.
Oh, hold on one second. Just hold on one second.
- Sheila? —Hold on, baby. Yeah, okay.
Okay. Who's a sweet boy? Come here.
Oh, what a sweet baby.
Look at you. We're gonna have so much fun.
How about if we start with a bath? Okay? You like bubbles, don't you?
- Not a chance. - What's the problem? You go out.
Yeah, for a few hours. Not overnight.
They can't get by without you for one night?
- You seem to have trouble with it. —Come on. Let's ask them.
Let's go, let's go.
You think you guys can survive one night without Fiona?
No.
Heh. Kidding.
- Sure. Yeah, have a great time.
- Debs, go pick up Liam from Sheila's. - No, wait. Debs, hold on.
- So you're chained to this house? - I'm not a Labrador. I like it here.
You'll be 40 by the time Liam gets out of the house.
- Thirty-seven. - It really doesn't have to be like this.
Which part? The part where my mom splits?
Or the part where my dad's a raging alcoholic narcissist?
The part where you feel like the world will stop spinning if you take a night off.
When a plane goes down, they tell you to put your mask on before helping anyone.
Put your mask on, Fiona.
Yeah? Well, I've never been on a plane.
Oh, thank God.
- Frank here? —Only when there's a check coming.
—Who are you? - I'm his friend Kermit.
Frank doesn't have friends, only people he hasn't pissed off yet.
Can you tell him, "I'm sorry, I tried"?
Frank's mail.
He's been having it sent to my place...
but my girlfriend moved in, and she's been making a lot of changes.
She threw out my collection of 19th-century erotica.
That was hard. She threw out my old Atari cartridges.
That was harder.
But let's be honest. She's my last chance at happiness...
and that's more important than video games and masturbation, right?
I'll get the other bags from the car.
- What's all this? - Frank's bills.
Six hundred and eighty dollars...
af Murphy's Liquor.
Twelve hundred at the Windy Titty?
A grand to Big Lenny?
Drug dealers take credit cards?
He bought a 65-inch flat-screen? Where the hell is that?
Wait, let me see those.
- Unbelievable. - What?
He used our names to get the cards.
Cool, I just got a subscription to Penthouse.
Another JB.
How about another steak to soak that up before you go to surgery?
Know anyone who wants to buy part of a liver?
Something tells me yours has too many miles on it.
Aha!
Your phone, garcon. Here's a man with cash to give.
- A.B. Fischer. - The HoboBrawl guy?
- I could pass. —As homeless? You? No.
Bills. From our creditors.
You've been buying stuff using our names?
Never used your name.
Do you know how much debt your kids are in?
Seventy-five hundred.
- I couldn't get them to raise the limit. —P|us interest.
It's the credit-card company you should blame.
I didn't cause the downfall of the American economy.
The president said, "Spend." I spent. Where's my Purple Heart?
Is that a new flat-screen?
Smashed the first one when he was on crystal microdot.
Meanwhile, some guy named Paco is jumping a fence and taking my job.
Where's the justice?
Sends for his whole family, packs them in, 20 to a room.
Guess who's supporting them. Me. My taxes.
What happened to personal responsibility?
Never use their names again.
You're a liberal.
How does a grown man let a teenager take a gun from him?
How can a man who has fathered two children have no balls?
- It's a medical mystery. - What do you want me to do?
Restock the feminine hygiene.
What did you want me to do, shoot the kid?
You'd probably get thank-you cards. You're a U.S. citizen.
You have the right to bear arms, a right none of those founding fathers thought...
would trickle down to us, but that's their fault.
We're getting robbed blind.
Is that a new jacket, Ian?
- Yeah. - Where'd you get the money?
The register?
There anything going on behind my back?
No.
Four cameras. Every square inch covered.
From now on, I am the eye in the sky.
Ooh. look. I found another box.
Ooh!
My gosh. Let's see what's in here. Okay.
Oh, finger—paints.
We definitely have to do that.
And let's see, what else do we have?
Ooh!
Which one do you like better, the baby or the whore?
Which one, sweet baby? The whore. Okay.
Look at that. It's Karen's Easy-Bake Oven.
Oh, my gosh.
What is this meeting tonight? You join Sex Addicts Anonymous?
It's with a social worker. We're getting a foster kid.
- Thought you didn't want kids. - Three eighty-four a month.
You ready for it? It's lots of work.
Kev really wants a kid. I convinced him to rent before we own.
Can you take Frank off my hands while you're at it?
He really order 12 bottles of Oxy under Carl's name?
Claimed he was a cancer patient. He's got Debbie buying handguns.
It's enough he screws up his own life. Leave us out of it.
- Girl, you need to unwind. - You sound like Steve.
He may look like he's in a boy band, but he's got a point.
This is my side. This is where you're supposed to be.
- Just go. - You don't think I want to?
A night in a fancy hotel? You don't think I'd love to jump at that?
I don't have a choice. I don't get to just go.
Don't be stupid.
You have a choice, you're just making the wrong one.
Everybody's gonna be in one piece when you get back. Just go.
Order room service, take a bath, fuck with the curtains open.
One, a-two, a-three.
Look at you go. You're like a cowboy.
Let's see. Do you like it? Do you like it, sweet boy?
Oh!
I just...
I just wanna see. So soft.
Oh!
You're a sweet boy. You're a sweet boy.
Yes, you are.
Take out his eye.
These hobos are really going for blood.
There you go.
I need $6000 by tomorrow, or I'm a dead man.
- You know what saved my life? - Ah, don't say Jesus.
- Smoothie saved my life. - Who's Smoothie?
Not a guy, the drink.
That was when I worked in an office, came home to a house, closet of suits.
- A wife, kid, you name it. —Nightmare.
Went out of the office one morning on a smoothie run.
Didn't even like smoothies.
While I was out, the office got hit by a plane.
A fucking Cessna. Can you believe that?
The big fire. They couldn't ID shit.
Presumed dead.
I never went home, and I never looked back.
Start over, Frank. Come on.
Where the hell am I gonna get a Cessna?
Take matters into your own hands.
- You get me? - Yeah...
No.
Make those guys who are after you think you're dead.
They don't live here. You're never gonna see them again.
You pretend to be dead, and your problems die for real.
Yo, Gallagher, you're up.
My lucky d8Y<
Go for the nuts.
There we go. All nice and clean.
Oh, Liam, it's so warm.
Liam?
Liam, are we playing hide-and-seek?
Liam, where did you crawl off to?
Liam?
Liam!
No, come inside, sweetie! Liam, honey! You have to come—-
Liam.
Okay. Okay»
- I should call. - Everything back home is fine. This way.
—Don't we have to check in? - We're about to.
- All set? - Room 3201.
Wedding was called off, but the room was charged to their card.
The bride saw her fiancé on To Catch a Predator.
Ouch!
Honeymoon suite's all yours.
- Honeymoon suite? —Oh, you're gonna love it.
Liam! Liam, come.
- Liam! Hey.
[BARKSI
Checking if you can see the house from here?
Ah, I assume Carl's burned it to the ground by now.
Come on. One night.
Hungry?
Yeah, but could we order a burger or something?
Hotel probably gave us something hard to pronounce.
Take a look.
Al's Beef, sweet peppers. I had them bring it over.
- I think I just came. —Fries too.
Dig in.
I won't look like a lady.
Liam's in danger.
He needs me.
okay-
I made it.
What happened to you?
Uh, a huge guy jumped me. Two eighty, 290, steroids... Who knows?
- Good for him. —I need your help.
- I got maybe 2 bucks. - No, no, no. Show of hands.
How many of you, at one point or another, wanted to see me dead?
Yeah. Here's your chance.
Hi, Mrs. Bergdoll. Got some bones for your pit bulls.
I told you, no more comforters until Carl kicks the head lice.
I need a man's suit. Something dark.
The box. They were never picked up.
Any chance I can borrow this?
I'll return it tomorrow, promise.
- Who for? - My dad.
Frank? I'd have to burn it.
Four-pound roast and 10 pounds of prime chuck?
- Got nothing. You? - Empty.
Hey, I gotta leave in five minutes.
I can't believe you guys are getting a foster kid.
Bingo.
Looks like a good one too.
You know, a lot of those foster kids are messed up.
Exactly.
That's why they need a positive influence.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
What do you want? Vicodin, morphine, peyote?
- Tetrodotoxin. - Zombie drug. Need a week.
Uh, need something now.
- Roofie get the job done? —I don't wanna rape him.
- I just need to knock his ass out. - Could I try a sample of that one?
- No free samples. - Where'd you learn your trade?
You're supposed to get me hooked. Never go on stage without a dry run.
- I'm gonna take six of these ones— —Just give me the, uh, horse tranquilizer.
Enough to knock out a Clydesdale. Frank's a professional.
You're gonna wanna check his pockets before you go.
Up a little more.
- Little more. - That good?
Let's see.
- Can you see me? - No. It's a Bermuda Triangle.
Lock the door.
Mm.
What time is it?
More like "What day is it?" Saturday, officially.
Have you been watching TV on mute this whole time?
Yeah, the Bulls game was fine, but Chaflie Rose was a challenge.
Mm. Wow.
I've never slept on a bed this soft, only made one.
You know, I should let you doze off more often.
I learned quite a lot.
You talk in your sleep.
- Shut up. —Yeah, you really opened up.
Thanked me for taking you away.
- Really? —I mean, you kept on saying:
- "You were right." - Anything else?
"You're perfect. I don't know what I'd do without you."
- Uh-huh. That soundsjust like me. - I know, right?
Along with something about my penis being enormous and all—powerful.
Well, go tuck your enormous penis in your pants and go answer the door.
Gotta be out by 10 a.m. Convention coming in.
- Hey, what floor's the pool? - Second, but it's closed.
You bring your bathing suit?
Me neither.
- What the fuck? —I want the gun back, Mickey.
- Gallagher? - The gun.
All right.
Thank you for watching Liam.
Hope he wasn't too much trouble.
No trouble at all. Don't be silly.
We were just finger-painting. How was your night?
- Just what the doctor ordered. - Will you need another? I can take him.
- Thank you, Sheila, but I couldn't ask—- —No, really, really.
It's really no bother. Really.
I knitted him the sweater. Yeah.
- Okay, so here's his baby bag. Thanks.
And...
- Okay. Come here, Pooh bear.
- Okay. Come on.
- Okay. - Bye-bye, sweet boy.
Okay. Say goodbye, Liam.
- Goodbye. Bye-bye.
Thank you.
Bye. - Bye.
You making all that noise? I'm trying to fucking sleep.
You want your eggs or not, Dad?
If you stop being such a prick, I'll even make you sausage.
Yeah, yeah, all right, all right.
Mandy's making eggs.
Put some clothes on. You two look like a couple of fags.
Seen Frank?
- Know where he is? - My heart says up there.
But my gut says:
- He died last night. - Cut the shit, asshole.
- He did. He offed himself. OD'd. - Yeah? What'd he take?
What didn't he take? Blaze-of—glory cocktail.
Vodka, codeine, ecstasy, PCP and sleeping pills, with a Drano chaser.
Man, I should've known something was wrong when he left last night.
He hugged me.
Oh, what, you don't believe me? Yeah? Why don't you go see for yourself?
Kiss me and I'll cut your fucking tongue out.
A hearse?
Come on.
Yo, Carl, grab those. Let's go, let's go.
Yeah, right there. - Hey. Put that right over there.
Right over there, Carl. Turn it around.
- What the hell? —Put it— Go get the other one.
- Act like you know what you're doing. - What's going on?
Some killers are after Dad. We have to fake his death.
Lip borrowed a casket, Carl found some flowers.
Dad's getting changed. I steamed your dress.
You have to hurry because they'll be here any minute.
Anybody seen Ian?
Debs, come here.
Ian?
What are you doing here?
I told you to forget about it.
Shit. Are you okay?
Yeah. I'm good.
Stuff the ice in his shirt. - Stop, enough.
- Your body needs to be cold. - More morphine.
- It's horse tranquilizer. - Get in the coffin before you pass out.
- Just a little taste? —I don't know why we do this for you.
You think it's easy being a parent? Letting Fiona be the good cop?
The important thing is you kids. Carl.
I remember when the nurse in the hospital handed you to me.
Carl was born in the back of the van. You weren't there.
I slapped his little ass myself.
Okay. Get him in the coffin.
Watch your head.
Okay. Looks dead.
Shallow breathing, clammy.
- Hey, Carl, more ice. Got it.
Sorry for your loss.
- It was a shock. —I'm sure.
- Accident, was it? - Suicide.
- Aah! - I know you're faking it.
Come on, open your eyes, you lying, squirrelly sack of shit.
- Jesus, Rob. - You're alive, I know it. Come on.
What's the matter with you? Look at him, he's dead.
Sorry. He's been under a lot of stress.
Gonna check with the boss. Nobody move.
Yeah, there's nothing here worth taking.
Unless you want the little girl. She's 11, 12.
No, she's cute, but not really a locker.
How about Frank? Any toes, fingers, you know, for proof?
Okay. Keeps his extremities.
- And you'll be going? —Soon as he's in the ground.
What? No. Why?
Boss's orders. Stay with the scumbag till he's buried.
Damn it, that's me.
They're gonna bury him?
—If we keep our mouths shut. - Shit.
- We need something to put in the coffin. - All right.
We need more time. Can you stall them?
okay-
- Ready? Lift. - Lift.
Fuck. God.
Carl's not lifting his share. - Yes, I am. You're not.
Shut up, you two. —Let me help.
Jesus. Stiff's starting to get ripe.
Can you come here for a second, honey?
Wanna show you something.
This is from yesterday. Does anything look different to you?
No.
You don't see the camera? It's like it moved just a little bit.
There.
- Register matches inventory. - Yeah, you're right.
I should probably shut it off.
But then I'd miss the part where you take it up the ass from a teenage boy.
Here it is.
Billy Elliot cornholing the father of my children.
Must be big, judging from the grimace on your face.
What? We were just getting to the climax.
Literally.
Linda, I just got your message. What's up?
That's for screwing my husband.
- What are you gonna tell the kids? - I'm not.
- What about my mom? - You bastard. What about me?
Do you want me to go?
Where does that leave me?
Starting over?
I'm a white Muslim.
- I want another baby. - What?
I get what I want, and you can have what you want.
Behind closed doors.
I don't wanna be the laughing stock of the mosque.
But no touching the forbidden fruit until I'm knocked up.
We clear?
I'm sorry.
You're not fired.
My opinion? You could do better.
Fuck you.
Oh. Sorry, buddy, it's a private wake.
Could I have your attention, please?
Uh, Frank Gallagher. Loving husband, devoted father.
Truly respected and cherished member of this community.
He was a good friend and a good neighbor...
and he will be sorely missed.
I just hope that in the afterlife...
they treat him as kindly as he treated us. To Frank.
To Frank.
Long trip back to Milwaukee.
You okay to drive?
Gonna take more than that to put out the lights on Frank Gallagher.
Next round's on me. Yeah!
I followed the light, and there was Jesus.
He enveloped me in his arms.
He was warm...
like the inner thighs of an overworked hooker.
You need a cigarette. —Mm.
Yeah.
- I take it they're gone? —Are you in a fight club?
Some of you seemed a little too eager to see me go.
Don't think I don't know who you are. You're on the list, pal.
People ask me, they say, "Frank..."
Why do you drink
To get drunk
And why do you roll smoke
To get high
Why must you live out All those songs that you wrote
- See? Everything works out. - You paid them off, right?
My brothers, Debbie.
You paid them to tell me to go away last night, didn't you?
- Fuck you. - I love you too.
Hey, hold on. Explanation.
- It's nothing. - No, not good enough.
I need an ice pack. And where's Carl?
Tell him I need him to go to the pharmacy and get some vitamin K.
Whoo!
Oh, fuck, Frank. Another TV?
I'm okay.
Phew! Ha, ha.
- I'll need that delivered to this address. - No problem.
So plus tax, your total comes to $1172.24.
There you go.
- Thank you, Mr. Gallagher. —Mr. Gallagher? Is my dad here, ha, ha?
Call me Liam.