Shameless

You've got to be kidding me.

You don't remember what happened to us last season?

What, are you some kind of fucking idiot?

- You got married? - Yeah.

But are you happy or...

Gus seems like a good guy.

Something is going on with us. We both know it.

I don't want to be that shithead who's sleeping with some nice guy's wife.

What if Gus and I split up?

I think I'm falling in love with one of my professors.

Helene. And she knows what she wants.

She doesn't second guess herself, she's really sexy.

See if it's safe to leave.

I want to have sex with you.

We don't need that. I'm on the pill.

Cool.

You can't have a boy in your bed.

- You do. - I'm a grown-up.

- I'm pregnant. - Are you sure?

Oh, shit.

Why are you taping horse to my tummy?

'Cause I'm your uncle and you do what I say.

Carl!

JUDGE". I sentence you to the maximum.

One year at the Illinois Department of Corrections Juvenile Justice Division.

Don't you worry. No one's gonna mess with you again.

Let's do this.

- What the hell happened? - He's crazy. He steals baby.

Bipolar 1, acute mania with psychotic features.

- This means... - Yeah, we know what it means.

I hate the meds. You gonna make me take them?

You're fucking nuts when you don't.

You can't fix me 'cause I'm not broken. I don't need to be fixed, okay?

This is you breaking up with me.

Mickey.

Holy shit.

Fuck you!

You can't take me! I was sitting on my fucking porch! Are you crazy?

You little fucking inbred fucking cunt!

That can't be good.

Oh, I need a drink.

What's the occasion?

Cancer.

I've seen what chemo does to a body.

It's not a battle, it's a lost cause.

Dying is lonely, we know that.

It doesn't have to be.

Thank you.

For what?

You've made me happy.

Bianca!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Come on, man. We talked about this.

Look, I'm sorry for your loss, but you can't keep sleeping here.

Look, you need to get on with your life, man.

That's what your daughter would've wanted.

She wasn't my daughter. She was the love of my life.

My sun, my moon. My dusk, my dawn.

The spring in my step,

the syrup on my waffle.

The Tootsie in my Pop.

Look, man, I've got a grave to dig right over there.

And you can't be here when the funeral party shows up.

Have a good day, my love.

I'll see you tonight.

Time to get up, old man.

Occupied!

Lip. Time for work. Don't forget to take your meds.

Up and at 'em, Bean.

Oh, use the downstairs toilet if you're so fucking desperate.

We've got to be at the clinic before 8:00, or we're gonna be waiting all day.

We're doing this today, Debs.

We got to know for sure, one way or another.

- Debbie? - I heard you.

She gonna go?

Oh, she's going.

How are you today, Mrs. Pfender?

The "P" is silent, and stop calling me that.

You're still married though, right?

Separated.

Sounds like a yes.

You're the one sleeping with a married woman.

What does that make you?

Lucky.

Frank's gonna burn the house down.

Go away! Oh, my God.

Don't you have to open today?

What is he doing?

Weeping, I think.

Are you weeping again, Frank?

It's called mourning a loved one taken too soon.

- Want a lift to work? - No.

Your shift starts in half an hour.

- Meds? - Yes, Mom.

Not your mother, just concerned. You take 'em?

Fuck, Frank!

I love you.

I just want you to know. I love you.

Did I ever tell you about the time

I caught an octopus on the reef outside of our hut

and Bianca cooked it on an open fire right on the beach?

Yes.

And the funny little sneeze she would do when she was asleep?

Debs, I love you.

- Jesus. - I just...

I want you to know that.

Go away, Frank.

You almost ready to go, Debs?

- I'm eating. - Well, eat faster.

We got to drop Liam off at pre-K on the way.

Has anyone seen my black armband?

She's dead, Frank.

She...

Jesus. What's the matter with you people? She was my soul mate.

She probably killed herself just to get away from you.

Can I borrow 5 bucks?

No.

- Debs? - For what?

I want to light a candle for Bianca at the foot of the Blessed...

No.

I hope, someday, you two have the precious gift of feeling

what I felt for that beautiful young woman.

And then to have that love stolen cruelly from you by a pitiless God.

And then, maybe, just maybe,

you'll remember this day and your father's anguish,

and you'll be ashamed of the lack of compassion you showed him

in his time of need.

I love you, my little brown banana.

I just want you to know.

I don't know how much more of that I can take

before I stab him in the neck with a broken beer bottle.

What are you smiling about?

I'm happy, can't I be happy?

No. Not about this.

There's absolutely no reason to be happy about this.

Drugs.

No!

Fuck. Where did you get that?

From Carl's pillow.

Probably has a pipe bomb stashed in there somewhere, too.

We should go visit him this weekend.

- No, thank you. - Why not?

- Busy. - Doing what?

Living my life away from my degenerate criminal brother

who keeps a switchblade in his pillow.

Go. Work. You can't be late again.

You ready, Debs?

Come on.

Hey, Debs.

Debbie.

I love you.

I just want you to know I really, really love you.

Hi.

He'!

I thought you were gonna set the alarm.

No, I lied.

I have a class.

Yeah, me, too.

The neo-Marxist philosophy of the Frankfurt School, Adorno and Fromm.

Mmm.

I love Adorno.

You don't even know who Adorno was.

Theodor Adorno,

Negative Dialectics, Minima Moralia.

Adorno advanced a dialectical conception of natural history

that critiqued the twin temptations of ontology and empiricism

through studies of Kierkegaard and Husserl.

You remembered that?

I had an excellent professor.

No, stay.

I can't be responsible for impeding your academic growth.

Professor Youens won't care. He doesn't show up half the time.

Then you teach, that's what teacher's assistants are for.

What, to fill in for absent professors?

To teach survey courses to business majors who don't give a damn.

He doesn't teach survey courses.

Applied Mathematics and Particle Dynamics for Physics majors.

He still drinking his breakfast?

No, he's usually still hammered from the night before.

You know, two Fluid Dynamics majors reported him to the Dean,

he's gonna get himself fired.

Oh, nobody's firing Dr. Youens.

He's a member of the National Academy of Sciences

and he's been shortlisted for the Fields Prize four times,

not to mention he literally wrote the textbook he teaches from.

Hey, can I come over tonight?

No.

Why?

- I'm busy. - Doing what?

Gallagher?

Here.

You're coming?

- You don't want me to? - Not really.

Is that okay? She's only 15.

It's your daughter's choice.

- Sister. - Sister.

Uh, thanks, but I'll be okay.

Great. I'll just wait here.