This is what you missed last week on Shameless.
I'm not finished yet.
Francis Gallagher, will you marry me?
All I need is a marriage certificate.
- I'm gonna be your new mom. - Really?
What's your dad gonna do when he gets out of jail and I tell him
you spend all day with orange boy rubbing your dicks together?
Five hundred dollars tomorrow, or I call him.
I try to make a point of not banging my roommates' girlfriends.
Why'd you stop by here before class?
Because you were hoping I'd be here.
- I'm Bonnie. - Carl.
You wanna have some fun? Empty the register!
- Whoa! Shit! - Holy fuck.
Congratulations, man. Drink on the house.
- What for? - The birth of your child?
Yeah, my kid just popped out too.
But my mother-in-law won't let me raise him.
- I'm not dying. - I'm just trying to make you
as comfortable as possible.
Then take me to the Alibi.
Get your ass down here, Frank.
- What is this? - Couldn't bring you to the bar,
so we brought the bar to you.
- I need a gun. - Who you gonna kill?
- Just gimme a gun. - You own a bar on the South Side.
How the fuck do you not have a gun?
You're allowed to be out from 8:00am to 6:00pm.
If you miss curfew, you'll violate the terms of your probation,
- and you can go back to jail.
- You got a job? - I'm working on it.
Have you ever been convicted of a felony?
You know, we will be in touch.
You think that you're a good person. You're not.
Everything is fucked because of you!
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- Yeah!
Carl,
these are the last words that will pass between you and your father.
Your chance to put everything you've ever wanted to say to Frank
into one final talk.
You're gonna remember it for the rest of your life.
All right, sweetheart?
Now, no pressure.
I'll give you a moment.
Daddy, how do you feel?
I'm ready...
He said he's ready for the Lord's will.
- I'm ready for more pills. - Oh!
More pills.
We're out of oxys, but I have a dealer coming with liquid morphine.
Okay?
Carl, if—
Carl?
Well, I was thinking of just, like, a bouquet,
and then a boutonniere for the groom,
and just maybe a centerpiece.
Oh, roses. That would be really nice.
Yeah, can you get me a quote on that?
Okay, thank you.
What do you think? I had it altered.
And I asked Chuckie if he wanted to be the ring bearer,
and he said yes. And I think he's excited.
Although,
it's kind of hard to tell with him.
Oh, Sheila.
Frank isn't gonna make it to your wedding.
It was a lovely idea, but what he needs now is just to die in peace.
Can you stop saying that?
Letting go can be a beautiful thing.
You know what? I'm kind of excited about my marriage,
and you're kind of being a downer
with this whole, "Your fiance's gonna die," thing.
So I made him a liver cleanse.
It's got egg whites and pickle juice.
I saw it on Dr. Oz.
Anyway, it's really, really good for the electrolytes.
He can't swallow.
This isn't about me.
This is about five American Indian children,
who have no parents,
who cannot become part of this family
unless Frank and I are married.
Now, the tribal council is in six days,
and if Frank wants to die after that, it's up to him.
Now, I'll be giving him this cleanse.
All right, that's it. Just rest before the next contraction.
- You are doing amazing, honey. - How would you know?
Because you're making all the right sounds.
Remember that birthing video with the chick making all the buffalo noises?
You're totally making those noises.
- Where's Fiona? - I left a message.
She can't leave the house before 8:00, right?
She's probably on her way.
Would you like to stand around here with us?
- No, I'm good. - You don't want to watch?
Oh, honey, I was over there earlier,
and I saw some hardcore shit, like, horror movie shit.
- No, I'm gonna stay with you.
You know—
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
God, I am so sorry I can't help. I'm useless at this.
You know, Tommy says that in some cultures
men aren't even allowed near the birth,
just a bunch of women in tents, which makes sense,
because I would be so much more useful
if I was out hunting moose Or something—
Shut up, shut the fuck up, Kevin.
- Please shut the fuck up. - Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Hey, Mandy still asleep? - In Lip's room.
What are you eating, pancakes?
- What fucking time did you get up? - About 5:00.
You didn't get back from work until 3:00.
Yeah, I went for a run this morning. I have a ton of energy.
Oh! Check out this sunrise.
- Look at that. It's crazy. - Yeah, that's real nice.
Must really clear your mind watching a sunrise
after a long night of gargling old man balls.
- Pancakes are on me. - Thought you were broke.
No, man, I just got a baby mama
with her fucking hand in my pocket.
I mention Kev is charging rent for the rub 'n' tug?
- How's that for bullshit? - Fiona never came home.
- She violated probation. - She's not in her room?
I checked last night, again this morning.
- Back to the metal motel. - I called Sheila.
She's not there, and she's not at the hospital with Kev and V.
- The hospital? - V's having her babies.
She is? Wow.
Fiona would not miss her curfew on purpose.
What if she got mugged or fell in front of the L?
She's probably fine, Debs. Maybe she got permission to go out.
You don't think we should call the police?
- No, that'll just make shit worse. - Well, then what do we do?
Will someone at least call hospitals while I'm at school?
I'm on it.
I lost the shiv Carl made for me.
Melted toothbrush, duct tape handle—
Why do you need a shiv?
In case I run into my ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend.
What happened to you?
- Kenyatta happened. - I'm over it, Okay? Let's move on.
I told Mickey she could stay here.
And you're not going back, by the way.
We'll find you someplace to live, okay?
Why the fuck should she leave? It's our house.
Why are you making such a big deal about it? Jesus.
I have to go. Are you calling hospitals?
Yep. Sorry. Doing it now.
Oh, there it is.
- That a shiv? - Yep. Later.
Thirteen years old, she's bringing a shiv to class.
Man, I miss high school.
- Hey.
- Hey, little man. - How'd it go?
I finished early, double-checked my answers.
- Who the hell knows? - You don't look happy.
Well, Debbie texted, and Fiona didn't come home last night.
And since she's under house arrest, that's kind of a problem.
But there's not really anything you can do, is there?
Make some calls, try to figure out where she is...
Yeah, I don't really know what we can do.
Well, are you able to stay focused On your exams?
Yes, I am focused.
What's this?
A laminated schedule of your midterms
and a sliding scale of the scores you need
to get a, "B," and keep your scholarship.
Holy shit.
Well, I'll see you tonight.
Maybe we'll 69.
Look, can he hear us?
Hey, Kuzner, you hear what I said to Lip
about sitting on his face while I bob for knob?
He can't hear us.
Okay, I'll catch you later, yeah?
I can hear.
Oh, sweetie, that's— That's candy for the gift bags for the wedding.
Can I have candy?
Sweetie, let mommy do her drug deal, honey.
We got Vicodin... Dilaudid, and Duragesic.
- Liquid morphine? - Two hundy.
- Oxys? - Twenty each.
Codeine? Dad's liver's failing. He's in a lot of pain.
That's gonna cost about 25 grand.
- For codeine? - For a new liver.
What— Isn't that what you just said?
Wait, wait. I'm confused. You do liver transplants?
No. No, no, no. But I know a guy.
Kind of works on the down-low.
I... I'm sorry. I was just eavesdropping.
Did you just say that you do
a liver, and a transplant, for 25,000 dollars?
Sure, last I checked.
But you do have medical records, right?
My boy needs that to find a match.
We can buy Frank a liver!
Give us a sec. Okay.
- I have a little money saved. - Yeah.
And you had to have made some money from selling off my furniture.
- That was covered in plastic... - Okay...
and pristine.
OK, but before we get too excited,
a transplant, that's a major medical procedure.
- Yes. - This guy is a dealer
I met in a parking lot after a Phish concert.
Okay. Did he sell you bad drugs?
No.
- He's a pear farmer. - What?
Avery, our friend in Wisconsin.
His farm is totally organic.
Compost, natural bug repellent.
We all take shifts, and during harvest season, we—
- Dude, what... what is this?
Is this an ankle monitor?
- Hers. - What?
It's beeping, dude.
That means the cops are gonna come looking for it.
So why are you still holding it?
- Chuck it outside. - Do you think it's got GPS?
At night, you look up and can see the Milky Way,
and it's all white and... milky.
Hey, how about that ecstasy?
No, thanks.
You already took it.
It feels nice, right?
You were quiet today in detention.
I don't really want to talk about it.
Okay.
- My dad's dying. - Oh.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Mostly bad.
Well, let's do something to take your mind off of it.
Like what?
Whoa!
This is a '99 Ford Contour.
- They're pretty easy. - Are we stealing it?
Just have to expose the ignition cylinder, cross some wires.
- Can you teach me? - Get in.
Oh, Lord. How wonderful!
Ready to meet your sister nieces? They've been asking about you.
Aren't they perfect?
The nurses just left 'em here, like we know what the fuck we're doing.
This is Amy, and that's Jemma.
Kev wanted to name her Zaniqua.
Well, you know, one pseudo-African name, one normal one.
Babe, check that.
No, it's just Kate saying congratulations.
- Well, what's wrong? - Fiona never showed up,
and then Kev called Lip, and he said she never came home last night.
- You know she's under house arrest. - That's not good.
You know, I gotta go pick up baby wipes and rash cream.
Yeah, I'll go ask around, see what's up with Fiona.
Go by the Gallaghers'. Go by Sheila's.
And I'll stop by the Alibi too.
All right, now... tell me again.
This one's Amy.
I think so. I mean, I know their names.
I'm just not 100 percent yet on which one is which.
We called these hospitals, but they all said
Fiona's not a registered patient, but if she's unconscious,
- they wouldn't have her name. - You think she's unconscious?
No. I don't know, just call and tell them you need to look
at all the patients admitted yesterday who match
- Fiona's description. - I'm late for work.
I might not remember all that.
Well, that's why I wrote it down.
Cool, I gotta go. Bonnie's waiting.
You really think you can get to five hospitals?
She drives fast.
Hey, does this look okay?
- How did you do that? - Cover-up.
Living with Terry brought out the artist in me.
- Nice wheels. - Yeah, it's Amanda's.
You know, she's sort of my...
I don't know.
Hey...
It's not the first time a boyfriend's beaten the crap out of me,
but it's definitely the last.
- I hope so. - How's your boyfriend?
- He's not. - Sorry, I lost track.
I have too much to do to even worry out him
or the girl he's seeing, so really, it's a good thing.
The first guy who even slaps you,
I want you to take that shiv and jam it in his eye.
Don't even let him start.
Hm. Lip told me to go for the scrotum, but the eye works too.
Did anyone just see an underage girl drive off in a beater with Carl?
- Yeah, that would be Bonnie. - Who the fuck's Bonnie?
Hey... What... What brings you here?
She's staying with us because Kenyatta—
You can spare him the details.
It's temporary, so don't get your flowered panties in a knot.
- What happened to your eye? - This.
- Okay. - You dropping Liam off? Hi.
Yeah, yeah, I got an exam in a few hours.
Any word on Fiona?
Carl and Ian are checking hospitals, but I'll try Kev again later.
No, I already talked to him. He's got nothing.
Doesn't Fiona have an ankle monitor?
Can't we just call the probation officer and see if they know?
No, we don't want to draw their attention to the fact
that she's gone AWOL.
But if she's hurt or kidnapped—
Look, if we don't find her soon, we'll consider that option, okay?
All I do is look for my family.
I'm getting all of you ankle monitors.
- What, LoJack chips under the skin? - I'm not kidding.
So what do we do now? Here, you go, baby.
Well, we wait. Hope she's okay.
Hey, will you make him some lunch? I need to study.
Yeah. Wanna go get lunch?
- Thanks. - Hungry?
No, no, no. Don't touch that.
What did you say your name was again?
I prefer not to use my real name.
If you like, you can call me "Johnny."
I'm a trained surgeon with a medical degree from Chittagong, Bangladesh.
I'm just not licensed in this country.
Well, as long as you're licensed somewhere.
Where will you get the liver?
I've already secured a donor based on the medical records you provided.
I have an anesthesiologist, hepatologist,
surgical staff, and facilities with the necessary equipment.
But we will not oversee the patient's recovery.
After the transplant, you will take him to a hospital.
The ER will admit him at that point, regardless of how he got the liver.
When do you say you wanted to do the procedure?
- As soon as possible. - Only not tomorrow,
'cause tomorrow's already pretty full.
We're getting married.
Congratulations. - Thank you.
The transplant will cost 25,000 American dollars.
Plus 5,000 for the liver. Thirty in total.
Oh...
Can you do it for 26 total? That's all we've got.
That... that's what we...
We were told that...
- I will accept this offer.
That is your liver.
Shakhawat is a perfect match.
He will give you one lobe.
Thank you. That is so nice of you.
- Thanks. - Contact me at this number.
Now, excuse me.
I have a taxi waiting.
What did you say your name was again?
Yes.
Oh.
There's no sign of her.
How come none of us ever learned to play guitar?
Or any instrument?
I was thinking that maybe we could pick up guitar
or piano, or drums even, just...
It's such a cool way to express yourself,
'cause there were these street musicians on Roosevelt,
and they had this groove thing going, and—
That sounds really interesting, but I'm trying to read German philosophy.
Okay? Which is hard enough on a good day,
meaning a day when I'm not imagining Fiona dead
in a ditch somewhere, so if you could just please...
Sorry.
I'm sorry, Debs.
I gotta go.
Just 'cause Fiona's gone doesn't mean she's hurt.
I mean, when I joined the army,
I just needed to get away for a little while.
- What if she's pulling a Frank? - What do you mean?
Well, she went somewhere and got fucked up.
It's not like Fiona.
And what has she done this month that is like Fiona?
I mean, these past few days, she's been pretty down.
- We've been kinda hard on her. - What, so it's our fault?
- I didn't say that. - I've been pretty much ignoring her.
Stop. Okay? Don't go down that road.
If she's bottoming out, that's on her.
So we act like we're looking for Frank.
- Check under bridges. - Yeah, why not?
There's a drunk tank at the city jail.
Who else would she get fucked up with?
What about Mike's brother, Robbie, the one who gave her the coke?
- Yeah, you have his number? - lan could call Worldwide Cup
- and say he's an old friend. - Good. Good.
Shit... Look, I gotta go.
You know, I wish I could stay and help.
- I just got this exam— - Yeah, whatever, we know.
The number's in Chicago. For Worldwide Cup.
I get the couch tonight.
I was on the floor at Robbie's and what's-her-name's.
Fine, I'll crash with Avery.
- I'm gonna puke. - Did she say she's gonna puke?
- That doesn't open. - Do not puke in the van, okay?
- Pull over. - Yeah, but I can't pull over here.
- Oh, she's— Oh, God.
- No, don't— - Oh, damn.
Get her back in.
- Where are we? - In the van.
- I thought you hated Avery. - Where are we going?
That was one time. I was passed out. Avery had sex with me.
- Where are we going? - That was not cool.
But usually, he's, like, a pretty cool guy.
Okay, so where were we? Right.
So let's see. Shoes.
What are you thinking here?
Open-toe?
Or, closed?
Really?
That's so interesting. okay, 'cause I think we might be
on the same page here.
Glossy or matte program?
Sammi.
Loss,
is part of the cycle of life.
- Whatever grows must decay. - Yeah.
Everything is temporary, and you... you, Sheila, are so brave.
Thank you.
Okay, what are we talking about, though?
- I heard the death rattle. - Mm-hmm.
I checked his pulse. I opened the window.
And I set his spirit free.
Frank is...
- Frank is dead. - No! No.
No, he isn't. God damn it.
- Don't close the window! - Oh, no.
You don't want me to close the window.
Frank!
Frank! Frank.
Okay, lift the head. Tilt the chin. Check for breathing.
- What are you doing? - CPR. I learned it at the Y.
Sheila, no, he's already gone.
Please stop yelling. I can't hear if he's breathing.
Leave his body alone! This is sacred!
- Please let me do this! - We have to—
Stop! For fuck's sake.
- Dad? Oh, my God. - Oh, thank God.
I thought for sure he was already gone.
All right, that's it.
We are calling the taxi-driving doctor.
And we are doing this transplant
- Let's do this! - right now! You're up, mister!
And, Frank, if you die, I will be really disappointed.
Taxi... Taxi...
- I knew you were home. - What?
We've been ringing the bell for 20 minutes.
- Okay, I was asleep. - ls Fiona here?
- Do I know you? - Those are her shoes!
Would you please get Fiona?
- Tell her Debbie and Ian are here. - Okay, just hold on.
What are you doing?
I tried these barbell lift exercises. They really work your shoulders.
She was here. I guess she left.
Because everybody left.
She left without her shoes, her coat, or her phone?
- Really? - Guess so, yeah.
Well, when did she leave? Did she go with anyone?
Did she say where she was going?
- I mean, I, maybe— - Fiona! Fiona!
- Don't do that. - From now on, stay away from her.
- Understand? - Okay.
Better tell Lip.
Let's go, come on.
Ladies and gentlemen,
announcing the latest addition to the Ball family,
- Amy and Jemma!
Yeah, attaboy!
Get over here, papa.
- Boom. - Cigarettes?
You know how much cigarettes are with tax?
- What cigars used to be. - What about drinks?
Uh... Drinks for everyone.
- Yeah! - Attaboy.
- Thanks! - Nice.
One each, half off, well drinks only.
Imagine if he had triplets.
- We'd get free ice. - Yeah, yeah, well,
I got a lot of baby-related expenses.
Paco, what the fuck is this?
Talk to your business partner.
Yeah, come again.
Can you tell these girls to show a little skin, for Christ's sake?
They're not climbing Everest. They're climbing dick.
- It's cold. - There's heat.
- Downstairs. - And heat rises.
It comes up through the floor. Look at this.
Hey, Nanook of the fuckin' north, why don't you lose the parka,
unless you're planning on banging eskimos?
Mickey, the day my babies are born,
you steal cash from the register?
Yeah, your register. My cash.
I'm not the only sap that gets saddled with a kid around here.
Why the fuck are you wearing clothes?
How is it your cash?
'Cause you still owe me from last week.
Plus now there's a finder's fee.
- A what? - Finder's fee.
You're gonna charge for rent,
I'm gonna charge for whores, 20 percent.
- Bullshit. - No. It's like... what is it?
- Kelly Girls. - Kelly Girls.
Instead of Kelly, it's Mickey.
Instead of girls, it's whores.
Empty your fucking pockets.
Are you robbing me with my own fucking gun?
Call it what you want. Empty your fucking pockets.
You better do yourself a favor and put a bullet in my chest,
'cause if you don't, you're in serious shit.
Pockets. Now.
Big mistake.
Now, excuse me while I go to Wal-Mart
and get baby wipes and rash cream.
He's a fucking dead man.
No?
Sorry. So where to next?
That was the last hospital.
- Want to just drive around, then? - Sure.
Who taught you to jack cars?
- My dad. - Is he cool?
Not really. He's doing time for robbing ATMs.
He won't be out till I'm 30.
When did you last talk to him?
- Four years ago. - What'd you say?
What do you mean?
Like, what was the last thing you said to him?
I was at home, and he told me to wring out the sponge
when I was done with it, and I said okay.
That's it?
Didn't know it was gonna be the last time.
- How'd he steal ATMs? - Wanna see?
Hello? Hello?
Dr. Johnny? Hello?
- Oh, Dr. Johnny. - You have money?
Yes. Enjoy.
Yeah, Sammy's bringing Frank down.
We should be ready soon.
Oh, God.
No, madam. No, no, madam. Don't touch. No, madam, you
- You have seat. You have seat. - All right.
Ohh...
Shit. Hey!
Fuck.
We will make a slanting incision across the abdomen here,
separate the diseased liver from the surrounding organs,
clamp off arteries and veins—
I'm sorry, what was I saying?
Oh, God, something about arteries and—
The operation will take six hours.
When we're finished, you will call 911
and take the patient to the ER.
- It's time. - Good luck, Daddy.
- We love you. - Yeah, you can do this, Frank!
Please, wait outside.
No, no, no, this is sterile. Go around. Go around.
Around.
Scalpel.
Forget the ATM!
They're heavy and really hard to open.
- But I thought you— - Just help me grab some candy.
- Just candy? - Yeah... grab those cupcakes,
- and get chocolate milk. - How many cartons?
As much as you can carry.
You're fun. You know that?
Yeah. You, too.
We should go.
Miss, it's cold out.
I don't think you want to sit outside like this.
Did you drive here?
Some... people drove me, but they left.
Is there anyone I can call, someone to come and get you?
And that's... that's my cell number.
Here's your sister.
Hi, Lip.
It's Fiona. I'm at a gas station...
in Sheboygan.
I'm sorry.
I fucked up.
I hurt our brother, and I...
fucking broke probation now.
You're juggling so many things, and I am just fucking up.
But I need some help now. Okay?
So the nice man gave you the number.
Okay.
- Thanks. - Here.
Let's get you inside.
I am pleased to say the operation was a success.
Oh! Wonderful!
- He's unconscious but breathing. - Okay.
Please wait ten minutes before calling 911,
as we don't want to be here when the EMTs arrive.
It would be very hard to explain. Well, good luck.
Okay. We did it, Frank!
You're gonna be okay!
I'm calling 911 now.
This is all I got for blankets.
Hey, do you want some coffee?
At least it's warm.
This is Ray.
He asked, "Where the fuck is Sheboygan?"
- Kev is a friend. - Yeah.
You know, when someone robs me with my own fucking gun,
they're not my friend. I'm kinda funny like that.
So what are you gonna do? You're gonna go to his house,
- beat the shit out of him? - No, I'm gonna go to my house.
I'm gonna meet up with my brothers,
grab some fucking assault rifles.
Then I'm going to his house.
Fiona's in Wisconsin.
Yeah, Lip sent us the same text too, stupid.
- Why is she in Wisconsin? - I don't know.
Lip said he'd call when he got there.
Told you she was okay.
- I'm not letting you do this. - Yeah, okay, tough guy.
Mickey, come the fuck on.
- You know Frank's dying. - He's been dying for years.
I've got a sweet set of wheels out front. You want a ride to school?
No, thanks. Bye.
Fine, ride the bus with all the other losers,
- and eat my dust. - You got visitors.
At least that wasn't suspicious.
- Well, he's very shy. - Good morning.
- Hi. - I'm Officer Johnson.
This is Officer Kandage. ls Fiona Gallagher here?
- Not at the moment. - Where is she?
I think she's out looking for a job.
When was the last time she was home?
Last night? I'm not sure.
Well, Officer Kandage and I are gonna do a little walk-through.
Just take a few minutes, and we'll be out of your—
What's this?
I use it for knitting.
Heart rate 63 and fluctuating.
BP 90 over 55.
How are you feeling, Frank?
- Do you know his blood type? - O positive. Same as me.
Daughter says he recently had a liver transplant.
How recent?
I don't know. What would you say? About...
It was, like, 20 minutes ago?
- What was 20 minutes ago? - The transplant.
Dispatch, hold on. What transplant facility?
- It's just in that basement there. - Uh-huh.
Get in. A basement.
Chuckie, want to ride in the ambulance?
No, not a hospital basement. Like, a warehouse.
This is exciting.
Okay, we're gonna lay you down. Okay?
Okay.
God damn it.
It's the second time I tripped over this play mat.
Can we put it somewhere else, please?
You think I could feed them both at once?
I'd like to see you try.
The doctor said I couldn't have a baby.
Now I'm gonna be a milk machine.
You better say good-bye to these titties,
'cause they'll never be the same again.
Oh, do not say that.
All right, we're gonna put your little changing mat over here.
Hey, cutie.
You expecting someone?
No, I was just trying to remember if I left anything in the truck.
All right.
Who's ready for the diaper assembly line?
I think you are. I think I have you all set.
I'm gonna get you all set.
Such a cutie.
Don't pee pee on mommy.
You know, I've never been to Sheboygan before.
It's nice, right?
Yeah, it's got kind of a rural charm.
- Come here. - I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
- It's okay. - I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I'm just glad you're all right.
You know, I'm really, really fucking glad.
All right, sis, you wanna— Wanna get out of here?
Yeah, okay. Come on. Here you go.
Okay?
All right.
His condition is critical. Vital signs unstable.
We may have to put him on a ventilator. We'll see.
We also did X-rays.
Now, you told admitting that he'd had a liver transplant?
- Yes. - No.
Afraid that's not true.
- What? - Same old liver in there.
He has, however, undergone a major surgery.
- He's had a kidney removed.
They stole his goddamn kidney?
No! No, no! No!
The incision for a liver transplant would be here.
You may have noticed that Frank's incision is down here.
Oh, God.
How long does he have?
No way to be sure, but... days?
Maybe hours. I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm so sorry, Frank.
We just... We just tried everything.
Frank, I... I have a favor to ask.
You know how we were supposed to be married today?
I know you're not feeling so hot,
and this isn't the setting we'd pictured,
but I was wondering if you would want
to marry me here in the hospital.
So, I don't know, if you like the idea,
maybe you could give me a sign or something?
Frank?
Frank.
Oh, Frank.
You're the sweetest man in the whole world.
I'll let everyone know.
He said he couldn't be more thrilled.
- Oh, my God. - Oh, my goodness.
Yeah?
More... pills.
- My family lives in there. - The supermarket?
- No. - 'Cause that would suck.
In the van.
Oh, yeah. That's cool. Van.
We move it twice a day, 'cause if we get towed, we're screwed.
Are those your brothers and sisters?
Four of them. Three more in the van.
- Wanna meet them? - Okay.
Mom. This is Carl.
I told you about him.
- The candy? - They love the candy.
Say thank you.
Thank you.
I got the late shift, and I'll probably crash at Billy's.
Jamie's got the keys, OK?
Bye.
So, you want a tour?
Of the van? Yeah, Okay.
Wait. Hold on.
- What's wrong? - My dad's gonna die.
And he's getting married. Do you want to come?
Yeah.
If you just talk to him, I'm sure you could work something out.
Yeah, he's gonna work something out, all right.
Work it out with an AR-15 to his fucking head.
That's how I like to negotiate.
- The fuck is this? - You guys hungry?
- That a yes? - The fuck are you doing with him?
- Having lunch. - With this piece of shit?
- You wanted him dead yesterday. - Don't be dramatic.
Mandy, he hit you. In the face.
- No, he didn't. - Seriously?
No, he didn't.
I just said that 'cause I was angry, and I was shitfaced. I fell.
- You fell. - Yeah, okay.
All right, then, clumsy feet. Enjoy your fucking spaghetti.
Mandy, we need to get you out of here right now.
I promised I was gonna get you someplace safe,
away from him, okay?
- Let go! Let go! - Listen, you can't stand for this.
You said you weren't gonna stand for this—
Come On!
Mandy— What the fuck!
Easy! Easy!
Ian.
Look at me. We're cool.
Everything's cool.
We're leaving. Let's go.
Hey!
What the fuck's going on with you?
One minute, you're like Superman, running around, making pancakes,
taking pictures of the goddamn sunrise.
The next thing, you wanna cut somebody's throat.
You smoking meth or something?
Yeah, please, check your phone. I'll just yell at the fucking wall.
It's Frank.
Here you go.
- You didn't get anything? - No, I got coffee.
Please eat something, though.
I know I don't need to tell you this, but you look fucking terrible.
I don't want to be another Frank or Monica.
- Nobody's saying that you are. - I'm not fishing for a pep talk.
I just...
I don't know who I am anymore.
I mean, since clearly I'm not the big sister taking care of everyone.
Maybe that's good.
How?
Well, 'cause there's more to you than that.
Yeah. Fiona the criminal.
I'm serious.
You know, you've always been there for us.
And I think we've taken it for granted.
You know, I know I have.
And then you're going through some shit, and I turn my back. It's...
It's bullshit.
I'm sorry.
Hey, Debs.
Yeah, she's in the car.
She's eating an egg sandwich.
- She's okay? - Yeah, she's fine.
- Put her on. - Okay.
Hi, Debs. Sorry I freaked everyone out.
It's so good to hear your voice.
You, too. I'm coming home.
I love you.
- I love you, too. - And tell Lip that Frank's dying
and getting married to Sheila, so we're going to the hospital?
- I'll see you at home. Drive safe. - Wha...?
- Okay. - Bye.
All right, Arne, I'm trying.
V, V, isn't it supposed to go under the arm,
- and then over? - Isn't that what I just did?
- I don't know. - The nurse made it look so easy.
Yeah, but she did it so fast.
- That's why we didn't learn it. - Okay.
Let's try it again. Work with me.
I'm gonna get it right. I promise. I know. I got it.
- I got it. - Text from Debbie. Fiona's safe.
She is? Really? Read it to me.
What does it say?
"Fiona's safe."
Little short on detail.
—What is that?
- What are you doing? - Everything's fine.
You three just stay here. I got this.
- Hell, no! - I'll be right back.
Where did you get that? Put that back. Kevin!
Hey!
What are you doing? We need quiet here!
What the fuck are you— Get outta here!
Little assholes.
Holy fuck. Sweetheart?
Tell me I didn't shoot anyone.
I didn't shoot anyone, right? We're all okay?
- Holy fuck. - Do not come near my babies.
Is that a bullet hole?
- I am so sorry. - Kevin, I'm not kidding.
- I am so fucking sorry. - Do not come near me.
I swear, I'm gonna get rid of all the guns, okay?
I'm so sorry.
- No more guns? - No more guns. No more guns.
Oh, God.
Hey, Frank, how's it going?
Put those on.
It's gonna be a cool wedding.
Congratulations. ls Frank still married?
Did him and Monica get a divorce?
Whatever.
I just wanted to say that I love you.
And that I forgive you for everything.
Unless you live.
And then... And then I'm still pissed off.
I don't really know any cool last words,
but I don't want you to die,
and I know you don't either.
So if these are last words,
screw it.
I like that.
To succeed, every marriage must surmount great obstacles,
just usually not this early on.
But as we now see, it is not the stained-glass windows
of a church that make a wedding.
It is the two loving people
who stand, and lie, before us.
Excuse me.
Last time I was here,
I thought I was so different from everyone else waiting.
In my office ensemble.
Now I fit right in.
I know you have to study.
I'll call you when I know what's happening.
I can study here.
Sheila, do you promise to love and cherish Frank
in sickness and...
I guess just in sickness, till death do you part?
I do.
And we'll assume Frank feels the same.
- He does. - Frank and Sheila,
it is my honor to declare you man and wife.
—You may kiss the groom.
Move! Move! I need everybody to move!
- Back up, please. Move away. - Step back.
- I need everyone to step back. - What?
- Get out of the way. - What's going on?
Move away from the bed.
Are we good to go? Stand back.
- Is he dead? - He's in serious condition,
so they moved him up the waiting list.
- What does that mean? - He's getting a liver.
What?
So. You want to go first?
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