Shameless

Hey!

Hey.

For those of you who watched last week

and don't have drug‐induced brain damage,

you can skip the next 30 seconds.

You don't have to watch that shit.

The rest of you losers...

here you go.

Sparky, Shelly. Shelly, Sparky.

She's your boss. Well, vice boss.

I made a little arrangement with Larry.

- So you're mine now. - You were right.

We got to kill her.

If you want Todd,

you're gonna have to go through me.

His manager. That's who.

Do you want to go upstairs?

We could kick off these heels,

raid the minibar, and check out the view.

I left you a little something on the nightstand.

Saw an old lady get shot

at the Ashcroft bus stop last night.

You know, the streetlights were out.

You did a good thing, Citizen Carl.

Got involved.

Made a change.

Do you want to join me?

‐ Faye Donahue. ‐ Frank Gallagher.

Let's go to my place and eat this Greek food.

You live in your car?

Indeed I do.

*SHAMELESS U.S.* Season 10 Episode 08

Episode Title: "Debbie Might Be A Prostitute

You?

What the fuck are you doing here?

Hey, hey, what the fuck, man? Hey!

Good morning.

Where... where's Fred?

He passed out while nursing.

We've got six to eight minutes tops.

Mm.

Oh, and one of us has to go to the store today

and get more diaper cream

'cause his rash is now halfway up his back.

Oh, yeah. Talk dirty to me.

Wait.

Wait. You said it's worse than yesterday.

What?

Fred's rash.

Uh, no, it's fine.

Hey. No. His ass is fine.

And your ass is fine.

Yeah. It's just... sorry.

It's just, the new daycare says

they can't take him if he's sick.

It's diaper rash.

It's not the bubonic plague. All babies have diaper rash.

- Okay. - ‐

Mm.

Mm, maybe we should get it checked out, though.

‐ Lip. ‐ You know? Yeah.

Lip, he's gonna be at daycare for four hours total.

Get a grip.

Look, we don't have a choice. You want to...

Look at my chart.

Yeah, but it's his first day.

You've got AA. Then you're at work till four.

I'm at the salon at noon.

So there's a four‐hour gap in child care.

Yeah. So Brad'll let me out of work early.

We need the cash.

Well...

I mean, we need the cash so we can afford daycare.

Doesn't that seem a little ass‐backwards?

No.

Ass‐backwards is the Gallagher method,

where the next‐oldest kid just keeps kind of a vague eye

- on the rest of the herd. - Well, it's free.

Liam is ten.

He's not watching our baby.

Liam?

I was gonna say Franny.

‐ Oh, Franny? ‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ No. ‐ Fuck.

...get some fuckin' flapjacks.

Ian Gallagher? Mikhailo Milkovich?

Yeah, I'm Ian Gallagher. Can I help you, Officer?

Got some bad news for you.

Your PO was found dead this morning.

Paula's dead?

Fell out of a third‐floor window.

Detectives want you both to come down to the station today,

make statements.

Why?

We don't know anything about that.

Whenever a PO dies, detectives interview all the parolees,

especially if the death was suspicious.

Suspicious?

Well, people usually open a window

before they jump out it.

See you at the station.

Bring Milkovich.

Good.

Go. Get your backpacks.

- Get your book, Amy. - ‐

Let's go! Let's go, people!

Kev, get dressed! We leave in three.

V, look at this.

- What is it? - IRS.

Oh, no!

Sweet baby Jesus. No, no, no, no.

Our day just got shitty.

Did we not pay our taxes on time?

Are you asking me?

How do I know? You do the taxes.

No, I know... I know... I know we did.

I‐I paid the check,

and I did the amend B‐59X whatever.

I know I paid it.

What do you want me to do? Flush it? Burn it?

No. We got to face it head‐on.

Hold Mommy's hand, girls.

No way. A check for $825?

$825?

What? Give me that.

"Tax credit," blah, blah, blah.

From when I worked at the nursing home?

I vote Jet Ski.

And I vote no!

Come on, girls. We got to go to school.

- Kev, you coming? - Yeah.

‐ Kev! ‐ Shh.

‐ Come on, girls. ‐ Let me have this.

Mickey?

Mickey! Hey, come on out. Cops are gone.

The fuck they want?

Paula's dead.

No shit. Is it Christmas?

It's not funny.

Someone threw her out a window.

You kidding me? That's extremely funny.

There's, like, a fucking verb for that

I‐I'm serious, Mickey.

They want us to go into the station for questioning.

You know anything about this?

Nah. Fuck, no. I didn't kill her.

Wait. Do you know something about this?

No.

- That what you're telling me? - Of course not.

Got it.

Good strategy.

Wait, what stra... I‐I didn't kill her.

‐ Little bit, you did, though. ‐ No. Not little bit.

I did zero murdering of my PO last night, Mickey.

‐ Okay. ‐ I'm not the one

who came home late without any sort of explanation.

I did explain. I was with my dad.

No. You didn't explain why you were with your dad.

Exactly.

Okay, so, to be clear, you didn't kill her,

or, you know, you "didn't" kill her"?

Why are you putting shit in weird fucking air quotes?

Because I didn't fucking kill her.

Okay. Me neither.

We both know what we know we know...

that we know.

What the fuck does that mean?

- Hey. Where you going? - ‐

Wouldn't you like to know?

I‐I‐I would.

I would like to know!

All right. Pick your poison.

- Cereal or toast. - Pass.

Todd's biggest game of the season is today.

Got to stay sharp, stay hungry.

Shouldn't you be doing fun kid stuff this summer?

Like Slip 'N Slide in the yard?

Talent management is fun, Tami,

if it's the kill that you love.

Excuse me.

It's the coast.

Go for Todd.

Good. You're still here.

‐ Hey. ‐ I need to talk to you.

Uh, okay.

I met this awesome woman last night at a hotel bar, right?

‐ Okay. Yeah. ‐ Claudia.

She's older than me, but not in a rape‐y way.

She's got this beautiful smile and these bright eyes

and these sexy little Lisa Loeb glasses.

Debs. Hey.

So, anyways, we spent the night together last night.

‐ Yeah. ‐ And then she gave me this.

I'm really confused.

Why would she give me 1,000 bucks?

Um...