Shameless

Hey, back up.

What do I look like, the information lady?

Hell, no. I'm a law enforcement officer,

emphasis on the enforcement.

You need to know what happened last week on Shameless?

Better go find someone who actually gives a shit.

Rock music.

City of Chicago says

all bars are closed until further notice.

Hail, 'rona survivors! Where is everyone?

The mayor shut us all down again on Tuesday.

Well, who the hell can keep track?

I made a big mistake, son.

I rented this house without asking

your mommy first,

and now I'm basically her bitch.

Holy shit!

What the hell is that?

Hands off, Frank.

We're not offering credit

on cannabis products. Payment up front only.

Debbie needs her share of the utilities.

Want me to get some shitty-ass

minimum-wage job like you,

hauling boxes around a warehouse?

What the fuck is this?

I go and get our money,

all I find is IOUs.

You spent all our money from the wedding?

Did you eat all the brownies?

I had three,

and Tommy had four.

We were hungry.

With the loss of so many officers to the 'rona,

the bosses are willing to put you on the street.

It's not a tough call to give you a badge.

Busting heads is a man's job,

and you are a natural born ass kicker.

Congratulations, Gallagher.

You're gonna get to be one of the best of the best,

a goddamn Chicago police officer.

Thank you, sir.

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.

Watch out, crackheads. Coming back for you later.

Making a mental note of your face, shitbag.

Watch it, ladies.

Might haul your asses down to the station.

Yeah, that's right. You're looking at the po-po.

First day on the job.

My birthday!

Wake up!

Wake up! I'm five!

Hey, hey. Look who it is.

The birthday girl.

Presents?

No, no.

It's not like Christmas, Franny.

You're gonna get your presents

tonight at your party.

Hey.

Come on.

Let's go make some breakfast,

Whoof!

Go sit!

Yo, what up?

Why'd you guys sleep here last night?

The fumes at our new place

from resurfacing the bathtub.

Good morning, Franny. Happy birthday.

Thank you.

These up for grabs?

- No, don't touch. - Why?

I'm gonna sell them for cheap to the lunch debt kids.

What's a lunch debt kid?

Kids who run out of money on their food account.

Can't eat the hot lunch till they pay up.

Is that even legal?

Don't public schools have to feed the kids?

Yeah, but the lunch lady serves them gross shit

like stale bread,

government cheese, chunky pudding.

So you're capitalizing on the misfortunes of others

by selling them your peanut butter sandwiches?

The American way. See you.

Hey, there's my sweet birthday princess!

Who is five today?

- Me! - You?

I don't know! She looks like a big girl.

Did you grow overnight?

Are you sure you're not 15?

I am! I am!

Yeah, I knew you were.

Are you excited for your princess party?

I hate princesses!

What? No, you don't.

I'm with Frans on this one.

Hey, no. I invited your entire class.

There's gonna be a bouncy house.

We're gonna get a bunch of decorations

at the dollar store. It's gonna be great.

Hey, can I tag along to the dollar store?

- Sure. - Homeboy needs more diapers.

- Is that me? - Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, birthday Franny.

Hey, look what I got you from work.

They let us keep stuff if it's past its expiration date.

There's so much stuff that just gets

thrown away into a dumpster.

Great job, man. Free old cereal.

Yeah, at least I have a real job.

Get off my back.

Hey, Debs, I'm finally gonna get

my first paycheck later,

so I can start paying for my part of the bills.

- Great. - Wait, what?

I didn't plan on supporting a husband.

You gotta pull your weight.

I told you, I am still on my honeymoon.

We need money for food, rent.

Great. I could go get money

in 30 fucking seconds.

Legal money.

Look, they're hiring over at my warehouse.

You could go over there today and apply.

Thanks, no thanks.

All right, if you don't get a real job today,

you're not getting any more sex.

Whoo-hoo!

No, please.

I don't give a shit, man.

I don't need your disgusting-ass dick.

You guys been married what, like, 50 years now?

- 5-0! - Fuck, it's the cops!

- Hey, I'm unarmed! - Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Ha, ha, ha, very funny, assholes.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'ma go load

these bad boys up with armor-piercing rounds

so I can keep the mean streets safe

for fuck-heads like you guys.

Watch out, Chicago!

You're going down.

- Here you go, Kerm. - Thanks, Kev.

May there be many more where this comes from.

Hey, Tommy.

Kev.

Kermit.

Tommy.

Why are you two sitting so far apart from each other?

- Social distancing. - Take a beer, Kev.

Yeah, sure, of course.

Okay, call me when you have more.

Elijah from the dispensary

doesn't have weed either, Kev.

Shit.

Whole city's run out.

Another symptom of economic anxiety

Everyone's self-medicating.

Why are you two sitting apart?

- No reason. - Nothing.

I think they're having a fight.

A fight? About what?

Saying something under your breath means

"keep it quiet."

Hello! I'm here.

Frank!

You gotta use the secret knock.

Sorry.

Top of the morning to you.

So what you got for me to sample today

in the wonderful world of weed,

Master Kev, Mistress V?

What are why are you guys sitting so far apart?

One of you fart or something?

- Just because. - Stop asking.

Jesus, fine.

Sit in your own stank, for all I care.

They won't tell us either.

Where are the goods?

Sold out.

Impressive.

But our suppliers are out of product now.

Ever since the 'rona, there's been a rush on weed.

They were not prepared for the demand.