Shameless

Shoh, hey.

- V. - Yeah?

V.

Did you know they were coming?

No! Hell no!

'Scuse me. Can I help you?

Sure, this is what you're here for?

Okay, here's what happened last week on Shameless.

Married people you know with kids

can still have fantastic sex.

Our community has been infiltrated

by undesirables.

The Milkoviches.

We have to move

away from the racists.

Whoa.

It's a good training wheel gun.

Point and shoot, just like Call of Duty.

And it's okay if you shoot a Milkovich.

No one cares.

You know how it is these days.

You gotta scrape together whatever you can, man.

That doesn't mean you can kick people

out of their fucking houses.

Are we in a relationship?

Sandy!

- Who's that? - Sandy!

It's my fucking husband.

- I know you're in there! - Your what?

Not today, rednecks!

Rock music

I am poor, unemployed, and pretty soon,

I'm gonna be homeless.

You know, in the old days, I'd be at Born Free right now,

stealing everything in sight.

You still got the keys?

Yeah.

Rock music.

Think of all the luck you got.

Know that it's not for naught.

You were beaming once before.

But it's not like that anymore.

What is this downside.

That you speak of?

What is this feeling.

You're so sure of?

Round up the friends you got.

Know that they're not for naught.

You were willing once before.

But it's not like that anymore.

What is this downside.

That you speak of?

What is this feeling.

You're so sure of?

Rock music.

Shh!

Fuck!

Darker than Satan's asshole in here.

We been down this road before

I already know what you got in store...

All right, I'ma hit parts.

Mick, grab some bikes, and, Brad, office.

Lookin' for a place to live.

Wait, why are you using real names?

Hey, relax, we're gonna take

the security camera.

And what-what if they bugged the place?

Hey, Mission Impossible, less talking, more stealing.

Don't want your money.

Ain't nothin' there.

What the fuck is this shit?

Now we're standing face-to-face.

Gonna run you right off outta this place.

Ooh, ooh, it's a race.

Hey, hey, three grand in the safe.

Keep it up, gonna match your pace...

Yo, hey, hey.

Fuck that one. It's a piece of shit.

Grab some chrome pipes and carburetors, parts room.

Shit feels expensive. It's heavy.

Now's your opportunity.

To take what you want and take what you need.

Hey, what the fuck you doing?

Making it look like Mexicans broke in.

Keep it up, gonna match your pace.

Yeah it's a race.

Fucking freezing in here.

Why'd you get a refrigerated truck?

'Cause, Brad, there's not a lot of options last-minute.

Where we fencing this shit?

I don't know. Out of state, probably.

Wait, you haven't lined up a fence yet?

No.

Great fucking plan, Lip.

Which one of you geniuses came up with it?

Well, it was a group effort Me, Brad, couple of six-packs.

Couple of s...

You off the wagon again?

Yeah, just one night.

"Just one night"... isn't that what every alcoholic says?

Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth...

Monica! Monica!

Hop the fuck up, Monny.

You are still the best I've ever had.

Monica!!

Monica.

Do you know what that's worth?

Ooh, heaven is a place on Earth...

Shit.

Sorry I can't... stay for another round there,

Monny.

I gotta get to work.

Hey!

You wanna meet at The Alibi a little bit later

for, happy hour? Ha.

Sure. Where do you work?

I didn't mean to pry, honey.

I'll see you later.

And,

Frank, honey,

when we're not having sex,

could you use my real name?

Letty?

What?

Like, I'm cool with "Monica" in bed if that's your kink,

but when we're just hanging out,

it doesn't feel right.

Just... call me by my name, okay?

Tranquil choral music

speaking Italian.

Um, "bor... jurno"?

Can I speak to Pope Francis, please?

Speaking Italian.

What's the penance

for accidentally shooting someone

if they're alive but paralyzed?

Who is this?

Rock music.

Ooh, ooh.

Ooh.

Here we go again...

- Ooh. - Hey.

Eggs, bacon, and pancakes.

You fuck someone?

What? No. I can't make breakfast?

Ha.

- Coffee? - No, no, I'm good.

I already had six cups.

Jesus.

How long have you been up?

A while.

You know, Brad needed a meeting,

so we hit the 6:30 at the church.

Brad needed a meeting?

Yeah, no, I mean, I guess

we-we both did.

You know, between the house stuff

and Born Free, it's kind of been a lot.

Okay, well, tell me before it gets to be too much, okay?

Can't handle you falling off the wagon right now.

Right. Yeah.

I saw my dad yesterday.

He might lose the house.

- Damn, it's that bad? - Yeah.

Cami's baby cleaned out his savings.

He never received his SBA loan.

Cory's gonna move back home

to help with the mortgage payments,

but probably won't be enough.

I told him that I would talk to you

about us maybe taking over my old bedroom.

What? No. No, no, no, absolutely not.

Okay, look, I know it's not ideal,

but we're gonna need some place to live.

Plus, the extra couple hundred we could pitch in each month,

it would really make a difference for Dad.

And free child care. Two hot meals a day.

Yeah, you get that in prison too.

Do we have a choice, Lip?

You got fired. We have bills.

You know, you can't get a mortgage without a job,

and either way, we can't afford a house now.

So then we move back into the RV, right?

Next to your family and a gang of homicidal Milkoviches?

At least there, we can have loud sex.

Right?

You know, we can walk around in our underwear.

A-at Bob's, I feel like I need to take a shower

and put on a tie every time I want a cup of coffee.

Okay, well, if you have any helpful suggestions

about where we're gonna live, I'm all ears.

I'll figure it out.

No, what the fuck does that mean, Lip,

you'll figure it out?

'Cause I thought that we were a we now.

And we are.

Okay.

Well

keep me posted on what we come up with.

Jaunty music.