What, did you miss another episode of Shameless?
Jesus Christ.
Look, find a fucking 5-year-old to help you program your DVR or something.
You guys can come back and visit anytime.
And if DCFS calls, I could really use your support.
- Where's Franny? - We're gonna keep her a while, Debbie.
- What? What do you... - You may be able to trick DCFS
but you can't trick us.
Hey! Give me back my baby!
Your appeal hearing. Thought you might come around.
You could have a bright future, but we stand by your expulsion.
- Don't keep me from my son. - Hey, hey.
She told you to go away, asshole!
Jesus Christ, Lip!
- Stop! Lip, please. - Hey, Lip!
I'm sorry.
I already have one out of control addict in my life.
I don't need two.
You steal my van, which I love, and you sell it
and you spend my money on all of this?
- Where are the kids? - They're upstairs with my aunt.
You don't even know if she's related to that lady.
- Go get 'em. I mean it! - Kevin...
This seemed easy. Now I feel like a fuckin' idiot.
Free drinks for a full week
if you come help me out right now for a few hours.
You can stay on the floor in the back
if you leave Etta out of it.
Deal.
Stop. I have to ask you something.
Why was the broom late for the meeting?
It over-swept.
Stay out.
Oh, you commie cunt.
Frank.
It's me, baby.
Great.
I fucked up.
I know I fucked up.
I fucked up bad.
But I'm gonna make it up to you and the kids.
Frankie.
I need your help.
At least turn around at look at me.
Frank?
Go fuck yourself.
Shit.
Fiona.
Monica.
Hi.
How are you?
Fine.
How are the rest of the kids?
Good.
Can I see 'em?
Everybody's sleeping.
Could you and I talk for a minute?
Nope.
Debbie?
I brought you some hot cocoa.
Is this breast milk? Do you want me to walk it up?
You gonna go back to Neil's today?
He came by Patsy's last night. He feels awful about all this.
Monica's back.
Got your breast milk.
You know, I'm getting real tired of coming around here every morning.
This is bullshit. Just give us the baby back already.
The DCFS has all the info they need to place Franny with us.
If Debbie keeps sleeping on the lawn, I'm gonna call the cops.
We should be the ones calling the cops.
Kidnapping is worse than trespassing.
Just hand us the baby, and we'll all go back to our lives.
We'll see you tomorrow at the DCFS meeting.
Is it anyone important?
Someone named "Answer At Your Own Risk."
Oh, shit.
It's my mom.
Didn't even know you had a mom.
Haven't talked to her in months.
What's she like?
Un-medicated bipolar drug addict.
Hmm. My kind of gal.
Kidding.
Are you gonna text her or...
Um...
Later.
You can't just dive in to Monica. You gotta dip your toe in slowly.
Should we invite her to the Backend tonight?
- Could be a hoot. - Yeah, for you, maybe.
I am charming. Parents love me.
I don't know.
Monica's brand of crazy can be kind of terrifying sometimes.
I don't scare easy.
I'm gonna shower. Think about it.
That's a great TV. Who bought it?
You did, with your credit card.
And then I called and returned it and canceled the order.
Then you bought it again, so we kept it.
You also bought those new washers. I got them hooked up last night.
Well, how 'bout that.
You know, I told Wendell, we should have years ago.
Hey, you clockin' in?
Yeah. Just wanted to check out the new digs.
Where'd all the cats go?
Uh, upstairs.
We're gonna soft-open today.
So, coffee station, free pie.
Oh, and I'm starting a fluff-n-fold service.
The dry cleaner over on 83rd and Racine,
he got bought by the Shake Shack,
and the guy said that I can just have his laundry scale.
And those things are like 500 bucks.
Sweet. Ooh, can I be your first Yelp review?
Sure. As long as it's a rave.
Okay, love of my life. I got your prescriptions,
some heat cream,
and a bran muffin.
You are so good to me, Wendell. I'm the luckiest girl on the planet.
Well, it's the least I can do,
after that wild flight of passion you commandeered last night.
Oh, my.
- Was I any good? - You were a tiger.
Thanks.
Oh, poopsie. Would you rub my knees? They hurt something awful.
Absolutely, my love.
I gotta admit. It's the happiest I've seen her in a while.
She's got you washing her sheets,
managing her doctor's visits,
buying her food.
Well, it's a cheap price to pay for a warm bed,
a kind heart, and cable TV.
Monica's back.
Yes, she is.
You saw her?
Who's Monica?
Ancient history, my love. How's this feeling?
Like heaven.
The homeless shelter's down the street, lady.
Get up.
- Oh, my God. - Holy shit.
Monica?
Deb.
Oh, my God.
- You're a woman. - What are you doing here?
Well, I'm back.
I'm looking for Frank.
- He isn't here. - No, I know. I saw him.
He wouldn't talk to me.
I was hoping that you kids could help me out.
You should go.
Okay.
Debs, maybe a cup of coffee before I go? I mean, it's kind of cold out here...
Look, Monica, my baby got stolen and I have to go get her back.
You have a baby?
Yes.
Oh, my God. I'm a grandma!
- Later. - See you, man.
Catch you later, man.
Hey.
Hey, how's Lucas?
I'm sorry.
Again.
Did you call the police?
Yeah, like, 80 times.
They're useless. DCFS, too.
They don't even seem to care that Franny got kidnapped.
What?
Wow!
- Monica? - Hey, Kev.
Hey. What brings you back?
Oh, just... It was time.
So, you're staying here?
Oh, sleeping on the couch until I get over my two wives betraying me.
What?
Long story. No luck this morning, Debs?
No.
I miss her so much.
Like a part of my body's been chopped off.
That is exactly the way I felt
the first time they took Fiona from me.
I screamed my throat raw
and tore my hair out.
I was on acid, but... Awful.
I didn't neglect my baby because I was on drugs.
I'm a good mom.
I would never do half the shit that you did to us.
What are you even doing here?
Well...
Liam.
Look at you.
Who are you?
I'm Monica.
I'm Mama.
He's huge.
And so...
We are getting your baby back.
Whoa! You sure you wanna do that?
Nobody takes my fucking granddaughter.
All right, just stand back, honey.
This is gonna get rude.
Attention, residents!
According to the by-laws
of Public Act Nine-Four-Seven-Oh-Four,
the child is only granted custody to the grandparents
only when the child's mother
is deemed unfit by the court,
which has not happened yet!
Nor has the baby...
Nor has the child's home been deemed hazardous by a social worker!
So you have no legal right to keep Franny from her mom!
So give us the fucking baby!
I'm calling the cops!
What the hell is going on?
- Franny... - Give us the fuck...
I'm getting my motherfucking granddaughter back!
Step back, bitch,
before I knock those cheap extensions right off your head.
Go, go, go, go!
Run, fucking run!
She's a hot piece of ass, your mother. Don't get me wrong.
But within that fine mortal husk
lies a rotting pile of filth,
and I don't want her soiling you.
So from now on, you fight.
- Fight Mama? - Yes, my son.
Fight her with every muscle in your wee body.
Or she will drag you into her pit of despair
and murder your soul.
So...
Remember, whenever you see the blonde woman
with the green boots and the blue parka,
you yell, "Stranger-Danger,"
and kick her until an adult shows up.
Okay.
All right. Go make the rich kids feel bad.
Later.
Here's your fair trade coffee.
Great. Thank you.
Hey, you wanna write me a good Yelp review?
Hell, yeah.
Okay.
Hi, everybody.
I'm Fiona. I'm the owner of Wendell's.
I just wanted to let you know that today,
when you buy a cup of our organic roast,
you're gonna get a free piece of homemade pie.
So, tell your friends. Enjoy.
- I'll mention the pie in my review. - Perfect.
Hello, love.
I brought lunch.
Uh, vegetarian chili,
Spanish sardines, and...
The hell? Pickled baloney?
I'm not eating that shit.
Why don't we ever go out anymore?
You're right, we don't. Let's go scare us up a real meal.
Whoopie.
You got any cash?
I took out some walking-around money from the bank yesterday.
Let me just put on my face.
Okay.
- Whoa. Holy moly. - What?
If someone gave this place a bad review, would you wanna know about it?
We've been open, like, four hours. How bad?
Bad.
Yeah, read it to me. Quietly.
"I was unfortunate enough to attend the soft open of my local laundromat
"early this morning.
"Used to be a cool shabby joint run by a mean old cat lady.
"But the current owner is apparently some clueless South Side chick.
"If I could give this place negative stars, I would."
And then in all caps,
"Do not spend money here." Four exclamation points.
Four? Amazing. Who is this person?
Uh, Jesse. Cute picture.
Let me see.
She looks about 15.
"Yelping since July, 2009."
She must live around here.
All her recent reviews are of the nearby places.
Frank, are you gonna let her go out like that?
You kidding? She's a knock-out.
If anyone asks, I am on a date
with my radiant and captivating wife.
Yeah, come in.
- Did I wake you? - No. No, I can't sleep.
- Working nights sucks. - I feel you.
Yo, I'm about to hose off. You mind if I borrow your razor?
- I left mine at home. - Sure, yeah.
And a clean pair of socks, some deodorant, and some tweezers.
So, Monica's back, huh?
Yeah. When ya think you getting out of here?
I don't know, man. I didn't plan on staying this long.
I want V back but I don't trust Lana,
V wants me back but not without Lana.
And who knows what Lana wants.
We're like the "hour-obe-ras."
- Like the what? - Snake eating its own tail.
Saw a label at the Alibi.
Sure that's how you say that?
Well, whatever. We're stuck.
And I don't even know who to ask for advice.
It's like the only time you see this kind of thing is on Maury Povich.
Should we do that?
- Do what, Maury Povich? - Yeah. He's got experts.
Yeah, I feel you, man.
Plane tickets aren't cheap. Who's local?
That bald chubby Richard-Pryor-looking dude.
- Steve Harvey? - I'll call him. Nothing to lose.
I could have predicted she'd bail on us.
Chaos junkie.
Thank you, my good man.
But can you blame me?
That's what I fell for.
She was electric.
The first night I met her,
she threatened to put a cigarette out on my arm.
I dared her to do it, and look.
After I stopped screaming from the pain,
we fucked like rabbits.
And from that night on, I knew I would give up everything for that woman.
Oh, my God, we had fun.
Listen to me. I sound like I'm still stuck on her.
She burrows under my skin like a fucking tick.
Evil. Oh, my God, and the years I wasted broken up over her.
I don't know you.
Sure you do. It's me, Wendell, your poopsie.
Wendell's dead.
Hey.
Is Lana here?
She just left for the Alibi.
Hey, little Gemma.
Hey, little Amy.
Hey, boy from the mother I'm still pissed at.
Gemma tenderized Amy's skull with an Etch-A-Sketch before lunch.
- I think they miss their daddy. - Their daddy misses them, too.
Daddy also misses holding their mommy at night.
One of their mommies. The other mommy, he's still confused about.
- When will he figure it out? - He doesn't know.
He thinks they should get help with it.
What kind of help?
So, I called Steve Harvey.
Not the guy, the show. To see if they'd take us.
Take us where? On the air?
Yeah, kind of. They said they're focused on
weddings, divorces, celebrities,
obese women over 40,
and may do alternative families next year.
And I was, like, "I can't wait that long.
"I got no clean drawers and my junk hasn't been lady-touched in a week."
So they gave me phone numbers.
- For what? - Marriage counselors.
I don't know what else to do, V.
We can't keep going around in circles. Like the hour-obe-ras.
- The what? - The hour-obe-ras.
That new tequila we got at the Alibi.
You know, snake eating its own tail.
We can't be the only thruple on Earth that's gone through this, right?
I mean, marriage therapists have seen this stuff all the time.
They'll know what to do.
Oh, look at her.
Those cheeks.
She must have missed you so much.
Daughters always miss their mommies.
Did you miss me?
You disappeared.
Again.
Well, I'm here now, and I'm staying put.
All minors out of the bar or else I pour gas on you and light matches.
She can't go out.
The cops are prowling around looking for a red-headed teenager
and a loony blonde with a bat.
I'm not going home. I'm going to Neil's. He misses us.
Good call.
I'm gonna hang here, in case Frank shows up.
Where you gonna sleep?
I'll find someplace.
You can crash with us tonight.
- Really? - Yeah.
Aw, Deb.
You're a doll.
Thanks. Can you take my duffel, too?
Sure.
Here's our address. Our key is under the mat. We're unit one.
Thank you so...
And thank you for making me a grandmother.
I haven't been this happy since the summer you were born.
Winter. My birthday is in December. See you later.
- I'm a motherfucking grandma! - Whoo!
Thank you.
I gotta freshen up for Frank.
Show him I still got it.
Got what? Crabs or herpes?
- So, I talked to Kev. - And?
He thinks we should go see a thruples counselor.
I said I'd talk to you about it.
Hey, yo, V. Can I get whatever's cheap and ugly?
Maybe we can go once?
If we hate it, we don't have to go again.
- Okay. - Really?
We go to thruple counsel.
We go and sit in front of old man with shit breath,
talk about fucking, he takes notes, he goes home and spanks his monkey.
If you both want this, I do it for you.
- His drink's on me. - No, I got my own drink.
- Monica? - Hey, V.
Last ball and I got side titty. Boom.
Who is this spastic woman?
Frank's wife. The kids' mother.
- Kids have a mother? - Barely.
- You gonna tell us where you been, Monica? - Iowa.
Some shitsville roadhouse off the 80 with a bunch of truckers.
More guns than teeth in that place.
Once I saw a guy skin a buck in the parking lot with a rock and a rope.
Wow, civility is alive and well.
So, what brings you back to town?
Frank and the kids.
I'm gonna make good.
You hear that, Lip?
I got a plan.
I'm gonna set you and the kids up for life.
I trust you've licked your wounds by now.
What do you want?
I scored you an interview. Hedge fund. Just went public.
- An internship? - Yes.
- No. No thanks. - Look, this one pays.
I need you to go in tomorrow morning. Early. Real early.
They're on Wall Street time.
Come on. I feel rotten I put you through that board of appeal bullshit.
Ease my conscience and make a buck.
Two birds, one stone.
- I don't know. - You still washing diner dishes?
Text me the details, okay?
Good. Don't blow it.
Yeah.
Etta? What are you doing?
Bus is late.
This isn't a bus stop.
That explains it. Have you seen Wendell?
There you are.
I got your leftovers, your purse, your coat.
You just ditched Etta? What, Monica showed up?
I didn't ditch anyone. She left of her own free will.
And fuck Monica.
My heart is a dead black hunk of coal as far as she's concerned.
Come on, poopsie.
Laundromat is just around the corner.
Let's get you in a hot bath.
Ah, for fuck's sake. Where the hell is Frank?
Probably with that batty old broad from the laundromat.
Frank's living with a woman?
Shit.
V, another tequila.
How long you plan on sticking around this time?
Forever.
- Hey, babe. - Yo.
When's our liquor vendor supposed to come?
- Tomorrow. - Good.
He botched up our booze order.
Damn snake tequila.
So,
I got Debbie's baby back for her.
Let me do something for you.
What do you need? Money? Something for college?
- I'm not in college anymore. - Why not?
Got drunk, smashed a car up with a crowbar.
They kick you out for that?
Kids get drunk and smash it up all the time.
It's what college is for.
Those jerks.
Well, in 10 years when you cure cancer,
they're gonna come at you with an honorary...
Hey, Monica. Fuck off. Huh?
And I don't know where she's at with her meds, so...
- If it turns into a total shit-show... - I'll still wanna bang you.
Probably more.
What?
They can't close down the entire place for one party.
Ah. Fuck.
Uh, we can hit that cowboy bar that we passed down the street.
Oh, no. They card.
You're over 21.
It's all slimy queens jacking off into urinals anyway.
Then don't use the bathroom, all right?
Hey, I'm paying.
One drink, then we'll, I don't know, go grab food somewhere else.
I'm not going to a place where they fucking card at the door, okay?
Hey.
- Hi. - Hey.
Oh, my God. You're so... You're gorgeous.
I made a gorgeous man.
Here's his gorgeous friend. Hi.
Yeah. Pleasure.
- Wow. Thanks. - Bar is closed.
Oh, shit. Well, I went by a cowboy bar.
Oh, no, Trevor won't go there 'cause they card.
- Are you underage? - No.
No? You sure?
- Yes. - Let me see your ID.
- Fuck no. - Oh! You are underage.
Why wouldn't you just get a fake ID like everybody else?
I'm not fucking underage.
- Give me your license. Come on. - No. No.
Okay, if he doesn't wanna show you, he doesn't have to show you, hon.
Forget it. Come on.
- It's an old license. - So?
Pre-transition.
You're trans? I couldn't tell.
Oh, thanks.
They make you show proof of gender confirmation surgery.
So, let's all gawk at the freak show, yeah?
Hey, no.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
You wanna see prom pictures, too?
That's too bad.
I was in the hospital with my wrists bandaged that night.
I forgot to bring my camera.
- I didn't ask for prom pictures. - How about ballet pictures?
- I was just giving you shit, dickwad. - Oh, fuck you.
No. Stop the name-calling, okay?
This is getting crazy in here.
Ian just gets a little wound up, just like his mom.
- Why are you here? - To see you.
No, why are you here now?
See, this is what she does.
She just parachutes into your life, like,
"Hi, I'm here now."
As if nothing happened.
That's... I'm so sorry.
You know, I could have used a mom when I broke my collarbone at 12.
- Ian... - Or when I got my heart smashed
- for the first time. - She apologized. Move on.
- I'm sorry. - Move on?
- No. - Okay.
Ian, come on. Dude, I'm sorry.
- Come on, babe. - Ian, come on. Ian, I just got here.
Fucking Monica. What the fuck.
You saw her, I'm guessing?
Yeah, at the Alibi. Says she got Franny back.
What? How?
No fucking clue.
I was at Derek's house every morning.
But Monica waltzes in, takes all the credit.
I thought you were trying to let Debs do her own thing.
They took Franny. She needed help.
When's the DCFS meeting?
It's tomorrow.
I'm nervous about leaving Etta alone. She's gettin' worse.
I can't trust her with Frank, not with Monica in town.
What you reading?
Some idiot gave Wendell's a bad review.
She loves the new dog run at the park.
And she gave the CVS five stars. I'm her only shitty review.
That sucks. Hey, you want another beer?
Ugh. Yeah, please.
All right.
Tell Carl about Monica?
No. No.
I don't wanna bother him during Hell week.
- You off booze again? - Yeah.
So, you had a Coke at the Alibi, too?
Yeah.
I'm doing darks and towels, if anyone has one.
Svetlana agreed to go to thruples counseling.
That's a thing?
I'm flipping out.
I mean, what if I say stuff I don't want people to know?
They can't force you to say anything embarrassing.
Yeah, but don't these dudes have, like, powers?
- Do you mean like Aquaman? - No, man. Not superpowers.
They, like, look at you in a certain way
and then suddenly you have a memory of your foster mother
forcing you to clean the toilet with a toothbrush
'cause you wrote on the wall in black marker.
Holy shit.
That's my memory. It's already happening, I need a beer.
So, you're trying to stay together after all that?
I know you don't think we should.
Not that I do either, but I need somebody to say,
"Hey, you blew it. Throw in the towel."
Or, "Hey, you're doing great. Hang in there."
'Cause I can't tell either way.
Fucking Monica.
What'd she do to you?
- Fucked up my night with Trevor. - Fucking narcissistic asshole.
She was always nice to me.
Yeah, fuck her.
She comes near me again,
I'm just gonna pretend like she's not there.
Just like she's been to me my whole life.
No, no, no. Not a chance, all right?
She's gonna find the crack in your shell, she's gonna slither in,
and she's gonna start plucking
at that one nerve no one else on the planet can reach.
You wanna bet?
Bet you 20 bucks you lose your shit.
Not gonna happen.
He's mine, bitch!
Is it the Japs?
Just a homeless woman. Go back to sleep.
Come on out.
Let me kick your ass, you slut!
Frankie, come out now!
I need you and you need me!
Nothing can keep us apart!
You know you can't keep this up!
You know it!
Frankie!
I know you!
I know you! You...
You're gonna talk to me eventually!
Debbie, what're you doing up? Come to bed.
I can't sleep.
I'm freaking out about the DCFS meeting tomorrow.
You need rest.
I can't put her down.
Feels like she might disappear at any moment.
Hey. You got Franny back.
Yeah, my mom did it.
- Really? - Yeah, she's trying to change, I guess?
Nice.
I told her she could stay with us for a few days.
Since you and Lucas are moving out anyways.
I haven't put a deposit down on an apartment.
I mean, I found one place, but it's a wreck.
It's gonna need tons of work, and I just...
Okay. So, like, Monica takes up a lot of room?
Like, emotionally.
And I don't know how long she's gonna be here for.
- So... - You said a few days.
Oh, and I packed some stuff for you in a box. To help out.
What?
Hey, Debs. Checking in to see what time the DCFS meeting is today.
So call me. Bye.
Morning, Etta. Made a profit yesterday, 32 cents.
Big news. Call the papers.
See, that shitty Yelp review didn't do jack.
What kind of person would bother writing a bad review of a laundromat?
Probably some dumb-ass narcissist who's got nothing to do with my life
but needs to start shit 'cause it makes her feel important.
Hey, uh, where's Wendell?
Dead.
Right.
Ow! Fuck.
Fiona?
Is Frank here?
Frank?
I don't blame you for hating me.
Kind of hate myself.
But I'm gonna make good.
So, Debbie showed me a photo of Carl in his military uniform.
So sharp.
And Liam at Hopkins Academy.
And Debbie's a mom.
I must have done something right.
And you did great things too, Fiona.
Taking care of all the kids?
You are amazing.
You did such a better job than I could have.
I'm proud of you.
Got an Advil? My head is killing me.
- What's up? - Nothing.
You check Yelp yet? We all wrote great reviews to bury the bad one.
It's fine. I'm over it.
Yo.
Hey, it's your day off.
Yeah, I know. I just came in for my check.
- Oh, let me grab it. - Cool. Thanks.
Black?
Yeah. Yeah, thanks. Here.
Your mom's a piece of work.
You met her?
She trashed my house and puked in my bed. So, yeah.
For her, that's a good day.
This morning I found her in my closet trying on shoes.
'Cause she lost hers.
Must have been rough as a kid.
Yeah.
I put a deposit down on a studio today.
This dump on the corner of Garfield and Laflin.
Oh, yikes. The old crack house?
That's the place. Real fixer-upper.
I suppose I should give your mom credit for the kick in the ass.
I bet she'll take it.
So, you still pissed at me?
Warming up a bit.
Whatever you do, don't go in the laundromat.
She's over there?
Yep. Looking for Frank.
You, uh, unleash your wrath on any poor unsuspecting victims yet?
No. Cool as a summer breeze.
- Might as well kiss that 20 goodbye. - Well, day is still young.
I was up all night Googling thruples. Very exciting.
So, what brings you here?
So, um,
me and my two wives are having trouble seeing eye to eye.
Eyes to eyes.
We keep going around the same circle. Like the snake eating its own tail.
- The ouroboros. - Yes. I was saying it wrong.
Oh, that's such a badass word.
I wanna get a tattoo of the snake on my hip. Right above the V-line...
- Kevin. - I'm totally uncomfortable, V.
Try starting with your situation.
Okay, so,
V is in love with both of us.
But I'm not in love with Lana.
I mean, I like her a lot.
At least I used to.
But then shit got all fucked up.
And sometimes I feel like...
I...
I'm scared that,
that V might love Lana more than she loves me.
V, are you hearing Kevin's fears?
- Yes. - Is he right?
Hell, no.
V, do you have any fears?
Yes. One.
Go on.
I'm afraid that
Svetlana doesn't love either of us.
Svetlana, is this true?
English?
Of course not.
I do not show love regular.
I show by doing.
I fix bar, I watch kids, I cook, I give oral,
I protect from dangerous Russian.
Everything for these two.
Kev and V, are you hearing Lana?
- Yes. - Yes.
- What is she saying? - She gives oral.
She smashed all the windows?
- It's not her fault. She's bipolar. - She better pay for them.
You can sue for damages in civil court.
But today, we're here to talk about Franny.
You took the child without the mother's consent?
She's a hot-ass mess.
That's not for you to decide whether she is or...
Hi, sorry, I'm late. I'm the grandmother.
- I'm the grandmother. - Okay, settle down.
The father of the child withdrew from the child's life initially.
Is this correct?
- Yes. - She forced him to knock her up.
You can't force someone to do that.
She did. She was desperate.
I was in love. He left me pregnant.
- Ever hear of condoms? - Ever hear of suck a dick?
Hey!
Y'all gotta cut this shit.
You two, no more showing up at their house with a baseball bat.
You two, no more baby-napping.
All of you,
this child is not the messiah.
Don't need to be fighting over her like pitbulls.
- Momma gets the baby... - Yes.
On the condition she keeps herself and her home in check.
Everyone else can visit.
Any other shit go down, I'm calling the FBI.
Thank you so much. Ah! Baby.
Lip?
Hi.
I, uh...
You were right.
- Place is a dump. - How'd you know which one was mine?
Your name and apartment number on the mailbox,
and the door was unlocked. Security is tight.
- How long you been here? - It's my day off.
And what else am I gonna do?
We broke up.
It's a decision I had no part in.
Gave up the rights to that decision when you punched my ex in the face.
Look, we were having fun, right?
And we were good.
- Don't do this. - Hey, come here. Come here.
- I want it back. - Fuck.
I know you do, too.
What?
- You been drinking? - No, hey...
You're strong.
All right?
I mean, you got your shit together.
You're good for me.
What?
Good for you?
Yeah.
Okay, great. What am I, support staff?
No, that's not what I'm saying.
Okay, you've had Fiona putting out fires for years,
so, what, you need a replacement because she's too busy?
What fucking fires?
College. Internships. Whatever.
Where's the guy that was gonna make six figures and take over the world?
I'm sorry, so this is about money?
This is about you growing up and owning your shit.
I am not a function on your personal journey toward enlightenment.
I'm a human fucking being with issues.
And I don't need another one.
Get out. Please. And get help.
Feels like a tractor ran over my face.
What's that?
"It is impossible to pull fish from a pond."
That was stupendous.
Oh, I'm 10 pounds lighter.
And my insides are all tingly.
And I'm super touched that you both went through that with me.
Does that mean you're gonna move back in?
I'm still hurt and a little annoyed, but I think I can handle.
Let's celebrate, yeah? You pour drinks, I check on babies.
- Hell, yeah. Euro-bore-us's all around. - Still wrong.
Don't care, happy Kev time.
- Where's Jarmel? - Who?
Our regular guy. Are you with Allied?
Tri-state. You changed distributors.
- Says who? - Says the owner. Last week.
- You change distributors? - Nope.
I like the other dude. Gives me samples.
There's been some sort of mistake. We didn't change distributors.
And we didn't order snake tequila.
You sure did. Four cases.
Just sign for it, we'll call Allied tomorrow to clear it up.
- Here, give me. - Owner has to sign for it, bro.
I am the owner, bro.
Paperwork says Svetlana Fisher owns the joint.
Old vendor changed labels on bottle.
Charged more for cheap liquor. I change vendors. You have sheet?
You can't just change the vendors and change the orders without telling us.
I make decisions in bar now. It's easier this way. You have pen?
Lana. What's going on?
I am new owner of Alibi.
To being a family again.
Hurrah!
- Hi. - Hi.
Hi, baby.
Hi, pretty lady. How are you?
Where's Monica?
Not sure.
How did the DCFS meeting go?
They told me I could keep her.
Great. Congrats.
Thanks.
You're pissed.
Nope. Why would I be pissed?
'Cause I didn't tell you when the meeting was gonna be.
- I would have, but Monica wanted to go. - That's all right, I was busy anyway.
Okay.
So, they said I needed to get a job,
so I wanted to ask if
it would be okay if I worked here?
You can't take orders from me, remember?
I can. I will.
I don't want a fight every time I ask for something.
I won't fight. I promise.
I need somebody to run my fluff-n-fold service.
Can I bring Franny to work with me?
Okay.
Thank you so much, Fiona.
I can't wait to tell Monica.
Wow!
You really fell for it this time, didn't you?
What do you mean? She got back Franny.
And that makes up for a lifetime of bullshit?
No.
- But I... - Hurricane Monica blows into town,
saves the day. Let's give her a fucking medal.
Fiona?
What?
That chick who gave you the bad Yelp review?
Table nine.
Excuse me. Are you Jesse?
Why?
Did you write a Yelp review of Wendell's across the street?
- Yeah. - Oh, cool, cool.
Wow, that must have taken a lot of time to write.
Put a lot of thought into that. Huh?
That line about the clueless South Side chick?
That was hilarious.
Who are you?
The clueless South Side chick. Hi.
Um, it was just honest feedback.
Does that mean that I have permission to give it back?
Because that shirt is hideous.
You know what, let me review Jesse for you, sir.
Jesse is a condescending,
entitled, privileged piece of hipster trash
who thinks that she's making the world a better place
with her shitty opinions.
But really, she's too much of a coward
to bring her issues to the owner directly, so she's gotta tell the fucking internet.
I took out a mortgage on my fucking house.
And you just dumped on it like it was nothing.
I'm sorry.
You're sorry.
- Yeah. That feels pretty bad, doesn't it? - It's okay, baby.
Yeah. Maybe you should stop being such an asshole! Huh?
Go cry to your daddy about your trust fund, you little bitch!
Frank. Frank.
Just checking on my granddaughter.
- I heard we got her back. - Oh, bullshit.
- You still care about me. - What?
- Don't... Fuck you. - Yes. Admit it.
- No, I do no... No. You don't... - Yeah, admit it.
- Just... - Frank!
Why did you come back?
Haven't you ruined my life enough already?
Come on.
Frank, come on, I got something to show you.
What are you doing with me?
CT scan,
MRI,
cerebral angiogram.
And this is the little grenade in my brain that's about to blow up.
I am dying, Frank.
They said that I probably got it from an infected needle, or something.
No, it's okay, Frankie.
Oh, Frankie, no, no, no.
No, it's okay.
I have a plan.
I need your help.
It's okay.
Frankie, I missed you.
Thanks.
So, you, uh...
Hang out with Monica after I left?
Not long. Couple of drinks.
Did you have fun?
Not quite the word I'd use.
What'd you talk about?
You. She misses you.
You can't take her side with that kind of stuff.
And I would be fine to never hang out with her again.
She's nuts.
Humans, man. Just a fucking mess.
- Not for the weak. - Mmm-mmm.
Not for pussies.
Yeah.
Holy shit. Look at your hair.
Yeah. I grew up in Jersey, so...
- That's a whole can of Aquanet. - No.
Is that tan real?
It's bronzing lotion, okay? Fuck you.
I don't wanna talk about it.
- Fuck. - Woah!
The fuck is that?
Does Ian Gallagher live here?
- Why? - Detective Raymond.
Just need a minute of his time.
Hey, Ian. Can you come out here?
Ian Gallagher?
Yeah?
According to corrections records,
you visited Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich in prison on multiple occasions.
- Mickey? - Has he contacted you?
No.
He escaped last night.