Shameless

For Chrissake.

I don't have time for this, all right?

Just run the damn thing so these fuckin' idiots

can remember what happened last season.

Jesus.

The building is a real fixer-upper,

but it's got good bones.

I'm considering a purchase. Apartment building.

It's no crazier than you buying the Laundromat,

you know, and you pulled that off.

Yeah, it's my second meeting.

You really want to stop drinking?

- I mean, do you really want to? - Yes.

You like bikes?

I don't really know much about 'em.

Help me, uh, put this wheel on this bike.

- I love you. - Then get in the fucking car.

It's not... This isn't me anymore.

I've been texting you the past couple of days.

Where have you been?

I was with Mickey. I'm sorry.

- You gonna come home? - Why should I?

When I could tell DCFS that we have a home

and source of income?

- "We"? - Neil's great with kids.

He'll take care of me, and he'll make sure

my baby won't ever get taken away from me.

The public school system

is being gutted by you sending your kid

to this expensive private school.

What would you say if I offered Liam

a place here at Hopkins Academy?

Oh.

I want to go to military school.

I need some direction.

One thing I do know is, I can take a punch

and hit harder back.

Hopefully I can put that to some use.

So you want to be a welder?

I can apprentice with someone

while I'm still in school,

get certified in under two years,

and make up to 20 bucks an hour to start.

I am new owner of Alibi.

She told us we were signing adoption forms,

but really it was papers making her

the owner of the Alibi.

You are big lovable papa, but you are stupid manager.

I let Svetlana take my...

Don't you even think of saying her name.

I let that backstabbing cunt take my balls.

I'm gonna support this family,

and I'm gonna get my balls back.

Come on.

Come on, open your eyes. Come on!

I know you didn't think much of her,

but she loved you.

Holy shit.

Frank found seven pounds of meth

that Monica had, and now he wants to sell it.

Give me liberty, or give me meth!

Fuck you, Mom.

No.

"No" what?

- Fuck am I doing? - Wait.

Your profile made it seem like you'd be down for this.

I'm sorry, I just...

I just... I really...

I can't do this anymore.

Uh... we got kind of far along here.

You think you could put your mouth on it or something?

Here.

Knock yourself out.

Jesus.

What the hell time is it?

Oh five thirty.

Uh, you gotta use that alarm?

Staying on military time.

Can't get soft over the summer.

- Hey. - Hey.

Early bird catches the worm?

Carl.

Oh, God, that bugle alarm again?

Yep.

You just getting home, alley cat?

Yeah, but I'm turning over a new leaf.

Yeah, what leaf is that?

No more sex with anonymous men

chosen for their abdominal fitness.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Closing my Tinder account.

I'm done with meaningless sexual gratification.

I want... connection,

conversation, shared interests.

That's good for you.

Where you going?

I woke up feeling like a drink,

so I decided I'd run to work instead.

Gotta be at least five miles.

It's actually closer to seven. Hope you're hungry.

Sergeant York is in there cooking breakfast again.

Discipline. Commitment.

In bed. Lights out at 2100.

Up at 0530.

In the field at 0630.

The warrior way.

Is that grits?

And eggs, flapjacks,

sausage and biscuits,

and breakfast meats.

Whoa.

Gotta stay strong to man the gates.

Preserve America for all those fat-ass coastal elites

taking our liberties for granted.

What gates?

The gates that protect us from tyranny and oppression.

How are you gonna eat all that?

I gotta stay combat ready for the fall.

I'm a cadet corporal now.

Corporals deal with hell week.

Oh, I can't wait to torture

those little seventh grade fuckers.

Espresso?

You buy that with some of your Monica meth money?

- Yeah. - Then no.

- You sell my meth yet? - Moved Debbie's yesterday.

Next, Lip's. Then yours.

- Jesus. - Hey, I can't move it

all at once... could attract cartel attention.

- Mm-hmm. - What happened to ramrod-ready

American patriot Corporal Carl?

The most American thing is the pursuit

of free enterprise, Fiona.

- Where's my meth? - You don't get any.

And your brothers shouldn't have taken any either.

Okay, well, I guess you won't want to be

luxuriating in my AquaRest Bubble Master

later today, then.

Your what?

Carl bought a hot tub with his Monica money.

Sixteen jets and a waterfall.

Gets delivered this morning.

Do I have to go to all those birthday parties tomorrow?

- How many'd you get invited to? - Four.

Oh, they gonna have goodie bags like the parties last weekend?

Those Avengers DVD sets were pretty cool.

Mm, and the GameStop gift cards.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, hey, go get dressed, Liam, okay?

It's almost time for school.

Gotta raise the colors.

We have colors?

- He put up a flagpole. - What?

Just one left, my love.

One rock.

And then I must...

return to life.

Here's looking at you, kid.

Morning, Berta. How was your night?

Shitty.

Drunk asshole showed up around three.

His credit card was declined. He didn't have any cash.

Jesus, you let him out?

No, I told him to walk his drunk ass

to an ATM and get some cash.

And then he went all mental on me

and rammed the gate,

tried to beat me with the broken arm.

- What'd you do? - Pepper-sprayed him.

Called the damn cops.

Hope you have a better day, Berta.

Oh, you bet I will.

Don't get stuck in this job, kid.

It'll suck your soul dry.

- You like going to school here? - It's okay.

- I'm not in class much. - Really? How come?

I'm on the playground a lot.

Why?

Mm, don't know.

Good morning, Liam.

Bye.

Love you.

We strongly discourage parents from allowing children to ride

in the front seat.

It's not safe.

Middle of the back, okay?

Oh, sure, I...

Hey, I need a new filter for the 48.

Thanks.

So wait, is that your Sportster 883

parked out front?

Th-that's a SuperLow, right?

I wouldn't.

Wouldn't what?

Eddie.

She took on a bouncer at the Three Aces.

- That big Samoan fucker? - Yeah, yeah.

Ended up in the hospital a couple weeks.

No shit, that Samoan could do some serious damage.

No, knucklehead, Eddie fucked up the bouncer.