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Oh. What the hell do you want?
No! No, no, no.
I'm not gonna tell you what happened last week.
No. I'm not gonna do it.
It's fucking stupid.
Just watch the show right now,
and you'll figure it out, all right?
I'm gonna get hit on the head. Would you back up, please?
We're playing a game here. Thank you.
‐ This all belongs to Debbie? ‐ Yeah.
You get the fragrances.
I'll get the shoes and the dresses.
Mikey, we did it.
Port money. We got money.
We can go to the ER for your disgusting
and infected port thing.
How's it going?
Oh, you know, I'm crushing it.
I lied before.
I don't really know how to make tamales.
I just wanted to spend time with you
in a place that smells like corn.
'Cause you like me.
No, this is not the place that sells stolen goods
as a side hustle.
Unless you got the secret password.
‐ I'm Mimi. ‐ V.
Do you wanna get a nightcap, V?
Maybe somewhere that people aren't staring.
Bye, best friends. Have fun.
Brings you to church?
AA. You?
NMAA, new mom AA.
I'm Sarah.
Debbie! O, captain, our captain!
We're sticking it to the man. We're on strike.
You're Frank Gallagher's boy.
Listen, you're not welcome here, Liam.
You gotta understand that Frank and Monica
wronged this family 20 ways since Tuesday.
But I'm just the only black person
in a house full of crackers.
My pinto, Papa.
That's our money, Debbie.
It was your money
until you and La Cucaracha over here stole all my shit.
Now it belongs to me, along with anything else
you receive for the rest of your silly, little life.
That's bullshit.
And I'm taking the rest of the cash Fiona left
into buying a car,
something tangible you guys can't squander.
I can see you're emotional. Let's just‐‐
I am as cool as a motherfucking cucumber.
Thank you for your contribution.
What the hell?
You‐‐you got dialysis.
I'm not 100 percent, Frank.
I dreamed about my death last night.
How'd you die?
Infected port.
My father was there. He was shaking his head.
He was disappointed. I let him down.
How?
What more could he possibly want from a son?
So many things.
He worked like a dog, my dad.
He had a little shoe repair shop.
He'd make keys.
His dying wish was that I'd become...
a real businessman.
You wan‐‐you wanna be a businessman?
Let's make you a businessman.
Rise and shine, my pal.
‐ I‐‐I can't. ‐ You can't?
You think Lee Iacocca ever said "I can't"?
Yeah.
Didn't he die?
I rest my case.
Come on.
‐ Okay, good. ‐ Oh, shit.
‐ One more. ‐ Oh!
‐ ‐ Fuck 'em.
‐ Hey! ‐ I'm dizzy.
I am too.
‐ I'm dizzy, Frank. ‐ Here's your shirt.
‐ Get my back. ‐ I got it.
I thought you already had a job.
I do.
Well, I did, but we're on strike.
And when you're on strike, you don't get paid.
So now, I'm looking for another job.
What's a strike?
An excuse not to work until management agrees
to pay you more and work you less.
Fucking Frank.
But the Union still wants us to walk around
for four hours a day with a sign, chanting shit.
Is that what those are for?
Yeah.
‐ Hi. ‐ Hi.
There we go.
Hey, no more fake boob?
What? No, no, no.
That thing really made an impression on people, huh?
Boobs will do that.
‐ ‐ I gotcha.
You should put him in the Pack 'n Play
while you heat the milk up, then make your coffee.
Pro tip.
All right.
‐ Hey, you ready? ‐ I thought being
in a union meant you made more money.
Here we go. Here we go.
Not any more in Trump's America.
All right, I'm just gonna put you here, okay?
Daddy's gonna go make some coffee.
He's gonna be right back, okay?
You're doing great, buddy.
‐ You're doing so good. ‐
I hear you, huh. I hear you, I hear you.
Pro tip: don't give out
people's social security numbers
and tell Uncle Sam where they were.
How do you expect to get an ATM card?
Nobody wanted an ATM card. All we wanted was cash.
Sorry.
How's Tami?
She's better. Out of ICU.
Hopefully, she's out of the hospital soon.
Better be out of the hospital soon.
That's a relic.
‐ I'll give you five for it. ‐ Mm.
Pleasure doing business with you.
Tell your friends about us. We buy and sell.
Gonna love this.
‐ Hey, V. ‐ Hey.
Can I get a bloody Mary?
‐ I thought you had to work. ‐ That's why I need a bloody.
These fucking black doctors... no offense.
None taken. I'm not a doctor.
I'm trying to get them to prescribe this new drug
for hypertension and diabetes, but none of them gives a shit.
Too expensive?
Mm, no drug is too expensive
if you have Medicare.
It's these damn marketing restrictions.
See, back in the day, I used to be able
to just take 'em to dinner
or some bullshit offsite in Hawaii.
They would write all the scripts you wanted,
but now it's all illegal.
Mm, that's a bad thing?
It is if you gotta eat.
Look at you two.
Like two friends from that old show...
Friends.
Only there were no black friends.
Or Asian friends.
Can I get you guys anything?
Bag of SmartPop!, chardonnay?
We're good, thanks.
All right, just let me know.
I don't know what he's talking about.
We don't even have chardonnay.
Yo.
How much you'd give me for this?
Nothing.
Give me 20, and I'll throw in the gay little vest for free.
That's Mrs. Zeigler's emotional support animal.
Take him back right now, man.
The poor woman's probably losing her shit.
Unbelievable.
At least you didn't become an artist.
Those guys died poor.
Monet, Van Gogh, all of 'em,
except for the guy that‐‐that drew Snoopy.
Well, he was funnier than all of 'em.
Snoopy cracked me up.
‐ Yeah. ‐ Ha.
Well, here we are.
What does this have to do with being a businessman?
If you're gonna go into business,
the first thing you're gonna need is capital.
Wait.
Today is your lucky day.
Me and my friend here, we're the wish granters.
So, if you really want your wish to come true,
you're gonna wanna give that coin to me.
But only if you want the wish to come true.
Really?
Absolutely. That's why we're here.
Scrape up all the coins in the fountain
so we can make all the wishes come true.
What do you wish for?
My dog Steve ran away.
I wish he'd come home.
Well, put food in his bowl,
'cause Steve will be home before you know it.
Thank you!
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