Shameless

Rock music.

Des Rocs' "Let Me Live/ Let Me Die" plays.

Here. Shotgun.

Oh!

I know pain, I know dread.

Look, his eyes have turned to lead.

The tears don't stop the fire.

It's killin' time.

Liam's team.

See your eyes got nothin' left.

Kiss me, I am the cobra.

It's killin' time.

Oh, oh, let me live.

- - Oh, let me die

music warps, stops

light music

- Take that, motherfucker. - Stop shooting all my guys.

Part of the game, douche bag.

- Fuck you. - Uh-uh.

You're done, you're done, you're done!

- Yes! Uhh! - God... damn it!

Victory, bitch.

- You know what that means? - Ohh...

That means you owe me another blow job.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah yeah yeah.

Hey.

When I'm feelin' myself I move like this.

When you feelin' yourself, then move like this.

- Hello, boys. - Now do it.

When I'm feelin' myself I move like this.

If you feelin' yourself then move like this.

Now do it, just do it.

Yeah

vocalizing.

And I'm bottom now, too, if you wanna switch things up?

I wanted to fuck a guy in the ass,

I woulda stayed in prison.

Get the lube, bitch!

Move.

Move.

Move

Mickey... I'm exhausted.

- Uh-huh. I don't care. - We been at this all night.

And now we're gonna be at it all morning.

Jesus Christ, this is like the fourth nob job

- I've given you. - Six, bitch.

Come on, get your cum dumpster down here.

All right, fine.

But after this, you're getting dressed and showered,

and we're gonna be productive, okay?

Oh, don't you worry. I'm about to be very,

- very productive. - Uh-huh.

- Uh-huh! -

Ah...

mmm...

Oh... shit.

You can't stop mid-gobble.

Yeah, sorry, I got a text. Ned died.

The fuck is Ned?

Well, nice to meet you, Ian.

So you drove all the way to the South Side

- for chips? - Well, a bag of chips

and, uh, ginger snap, I'm hoping.

Make that body work.

Oh, come on, Ian, now, don't be rude.

Invite your boyfriend back to my place.

I mean, the more the merrier, right?

- What'd you call me? - What?

What the fuck did you call me?

I need somebody to rob my house,

and I'm hoping you could help.

Make that body work.

- Hey, fucker! - Fuck!

No fucking way! - It is the toughest

badass fag beater this side of the Chicago River.

Fuck off!

Oh... right.

Yeah, I don't give two shits, man.

Finish up slurpy.

Not in the mood anymore.

What?

You fuckin' serious?

Rock music

You really this upset over some wrinkled old fag dying?

Yeah, kinda.

Why?

I guess everyone I've been with

gets a little piece of my heart.

Wait... everyone?

Funky rock

I was hoping to get my hands on your hose.

Take what I want -All right.

My muffin top is delicious.

You want the bottom half?

You did not order a muffin just to make that joke.

I should probably shut it off, but then I'd miss the part

where you take it up the ass from a teenage boy.

Just do it - Jesus.

We can have a nice time.

- Gonna be a long night? - Oh, yeah.

Billy Elliot, cornholing the father of my children.

You ever pitch?

Usually, but...

I'm open, depending on what you're into.

Where are we doin' this?

Follow me.

You can go and make it happen.

What's our safe word if we wanna stop?

Ow, motherfucker?

Must be big, judging from the grimace on your face.

Oh. Perfect.

Yeah.

J City playin' around.

These rappers sayin' when ya around I'ma take him down.

He get aggressive when they put me in the ring.

I don't wait to take the crown.

Come on, G.I., pound me like an Iraqi solider!

Okay, you need to shut the fuck up.

I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'

I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'

Admit it, I'll get it, ain't get enough.

Yep.

Rap music.

Okay, maybe not everybody. You don't feel the same way?

Hey, you wanna bang?

Do I look busy?

Rock music.

Oh, at least you finally got hard.

Yo, Angie.

- Yeah? - You wanna fuck?

Sure.

We're gonna have sex whenever I feel like it.

Obviously, I'll be the top since you're...

pretty much a chick, but you are gonna have to

stick something up my ass every once in a while,

or I'm gonna get real bitchy.

Get up, this is the price that you pay.

- What the fuck? - You like the penis, yes?

Not when there's tits directly above it.

You want it up in your poo place?

No, I don... I want you to fuckin'...

I want you to put it away. Can you put that away?

Put that fucking thing away, please.

No, I don't.

You know what, fuck you.

What the fuck?

What the fuck are you doin'? What the fuck do you want?

Fuck off. The fuck are you lookin' at?

Tell fuckhead this is not over.

Fuck off. Fuck's sake.

Yeah, tell him to go fuck himself.

Fuck you want? Not my fuckin' problem.

Shut the fuck up. Fuck do I care?

Who the fuck knows if it's even mine?

What the fuck kinda name is that?

That a fuckin' gay joke?

Hey, if anybody's got something to say,

fuckin' say it. Shut the fuck up.

Fuck you! Didn't know she had a piano.

What the fuck?

Are you outta your fuckin' mind?

The front door's plenty wide enough

for you to walk the fuck out.

Oh! Fuck! Fuckin' A.

The fuck you lookin' at? Pi.

The fuck you chasin' my bus for?

'Cause I need you to go buy me a fuckin' Orange Julius.

I thought I told you to shut the fuck up!

You fuckin' bitch fucker!

Hey, fuck you, fuck you,

- and especially fuck you. - All right.

I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.

No problem.

Excuse me for thinking I had your whole heart.

You do. The vast majority of it.

Vast major... What... how much is that exactly?

I don't know. Eighty-seven percent.

Eighty-seven percent. Not enough.

- You're being sensitive. - Maybe.

And you're bein' soft.

Yeah, well, it's kinda hard not to...

cooped up in here with you all these months,

having to blow you every two seconds.

You know, you don't like it, you can leave.

Yeah. Maybe I will.

Of course you will.

That's your whole fuckin' M.O.

Is not.

Is too.

Well, I'm Ieavin' town.

There a queer rights rally somewhere?

We're done.

Fuck are you talkin' about?

I don't need to be fixed, okay? I'm me!

This is it.

This is you breakin' up with me.

Let's go.

I can't.