Shameless

Aw.

Sweet little baby.

Scarf on...

Debbie, come in and eat your breakfast, okay?

You're up next in the shower.

I want to play for a while.

Ask Carl if he'll come out and get in the stroller.

The last time you asked Carl to play,

you were locked in the basement for half a day.

That was on purpose.

And we were playing "Loser Goes to Gitmo."

Let's go! And put that stroller back in the garbage.

Oh, man, yeah... That's, uh, it's dead.

You sure? Uh-huh.

The element's rusted out.

Anyone want to make some Tollhouse cookies with me?

How much to replace it?

Uh, two bills used, four new.

Shit.

How about a pie?

I can get started on the crust.

Go take your shower.

I... wanna... make... pie.

You know what? Hand me the obits.

Maybe, uh, we can scrounge a dead person's water heater.

Thank you.

Ah, Mrs. Dombrowski.

Oh, the, uh, shaky neck lady?

I thought she drowned a couple years ago.

No. Mrs. Goga had the shaky neck,

and she drowned in her own vomit last Easter.

No pie. Get in the shower. I'm not saying it again.

Carl, no.

I went to school with Kenny Dombrowski.

Think he had a crush on me.

Her wake's this morning. Let's go.

Mm. Up, up, up.

Can I come?

Um... no.

Debbie, what is going on with you?

Nothing.

Oof. Shower.

After Debbie.

Towel and robe, upstairs. Go.

And you need to learn how to change your own diaper.

All right, it's getting kind of windy.

Beautiful day for a party!

It's for kids, Frank! No booze!

Son of a...

Oh...

How would you like your eggs, sweetie?

Fluffy. Oh.

They're having a party across the street.

What, dear?

Across the street.

Some sort of a party for kids.

No booze.

What's the point?

Dad?

What the hell is he doing here?

Debbie?

What? What? Stay focused, baby.

Are the Gallaghers in our bathroom?

Oh, I know what you need, huh?

Huh? Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Want some... Yeah? Mm-hmm.

Ooh...

All right, they're ready. Aha.

Fluffy, fluffy, floo-floo.

Went to see a lawyer.

It turns out I can't afford to live somewhere else

and support you two.

Three.

Why can't you stay with Uncle Ray?

He's got gangrene.

You ever smell a rotting foot?

Hey.

Why don't you get me a refill there, huh, Karen, honey?

What, did you lose your fucking legs?

Yeah, that's your teenage, diseased mind talking.

You know, you tasted penii,

and now you're just crazy.

Oh, shit! That's cold!

What the hell? Veronica!

There's no hot water.

What?

Fucking Gallaghers!

Well, look at you, just letting yourself into people's houses.

Tall grande latte, two shots.

Sugar? Absolutely.

Kids home?

Mm...

Boys're out getting a water heater,

Debbie's at the park,

Carl's out looking for small defenseless pets to torture,

and Liam's down for a nap.

So...

No.

I'm up to my ass in housework.

That's why I'm taking you to

a long, deep, leisurely lunch.

Lunch?

It's a euphemism.

How quaint.

Or, would you like a Demon dog and a quick fuck

over at the Sheridan?

Liam? Get a sitter.

Costs too much.

How much?

At least 50 bucks.

You're not paying me to fuck you.

No, I couldn't pay you enough.

Did you hear that?

No.

You didn't hear that?

You trying to change the subject?

Liam?

He's too lazy to get out of his crib... He just yells.

You stay with Liam. Wait, wait, wait...

You take the baby, I'll take the bat.

Debbie! Jesus!

Thought you went to the park.

I... came back.

Are you okay?

Katie Crasden's having a party.

Katie Crasden?

Two streets over.

And she... didn't invite you?

She's only three.

What happened?

Well, I was just walking past,

and her dad, he...

Her dad did what?

He was laughing and playing with them, and it just...

It wasn't fair.

What wasn't fair? What?

Everything.

So I, I, um...

I stole something.

Oh...

So nobody touched you?

What?

You nearly gave me a heart attack.

A bike.

Race car... Don't hit the train!

Debbie?

Who the hell is that?

We'll all be... We'll just organize.

We'll be okay.

Just relax.

Oh, here we go!

No traffic tickets to issue today?

No one to pull over for swinging wide on a left-hand turn?

Or is this a supportive "friend party" for a cop

who shot some poor fucker wasn't even armed?!

Leave the people around here alone.

They're good folks!

Who are the parents?

Let's go, people. Out of the way.

Your child's missing?

Yeah. I need your names

and the name of the child.

Beth and Gary Casden.

- Mr. and Mrs. Casden, when is the last time you saw...? - Uh, Ca-Casey.

It's been about an hour ago.

Okay, okay. What was he wearing?

Debbie, why would you steal

a little girl?

Why would you steal a little boy

and dress him like a little girl?

I wanted a girl, but there weren't any.

Then back to my initial question:

Why would you steal a baby at all?

I miss Ginger.

What? Who?

You took away Aunt Ginger!

Who is Aunt Ginger?

Somebody we borrowed from V's nursing home.

What?

She was my friend.

We have to take him back right away, okay?

Where are his boy clothes?

I washed them.

Oh, my God, it shrunk!

You put it in the dryer?

That's what you do after you wash something.

Um, we can put him in some of Liam's clothes.

We can't bring a missing kid back

wearing different clothes.

People will say we did something to him.

Something bad.