Shameless

This shit was going on, and I still watched

last week's episode of Shameless.

What the fuck were you doing?

Aah!

- I want you. - You have me.

No, I want to have sex with you.

Uh, I kind of got this situation with one of my professors.

- Sweetheart? - It's my husband.

Yeah, her and her hubby, they have this agreement, you know.

They're evolved.

This is Lip.

This woman is just tearing me up.

I just can't shake her.

- Oh, I need a drink. - What's the occasion?

Cancer.

You're not going to the hospital?

- Where are you going? - I'm thinking Costa Rica.

- What the hell is that? - You moving?

In my dreams.

- How much did she have? - Enough, I guess.

You're breathing, right?

Ah, fuck.

She's dead.

- Aah, fuck! - Aah!

- What's in the crate? - How the fuck should I know?

You need to be with people who accept you for who you are.

Anywhere south of here is great!

We're good for each other.

Although according to NA,

I'm not supposed to lean on anyone

that I'm deeply attracted to.

Oh, yeah.

Wow.

Yeah.

Yeah. Been on the road five weeks.

What are you like after two months?

Oh, no, you couldn't handle two months.

No, uh, groupies on the road to help relieve the stress?

Yeah, lots, but...

not worth the expense.

"The expense"?

Yeah, you know, penicillin, amoxicillin,

Z-Pak.

I learned that the hard way.

Since when do you smoke?

I only smoke on tour,

but, uh, I'll quit in a couple of days.

Yeah, thanks for coming last night.

I wasn't sure you'd show.

I liked that last song you ended the set with.

- Was that you? - Chris and me.

It was beautiful.

The lyrics were kind of, uh, angry and sad.

What's it called?

Uh, Betrayal.

Ouch.

Mm-mm.

I only wrote the music. Chris wrote the lyrics.

Really?

Lip.

Lover.

Hey.

Hi.

Um...

Your husband's sitting in the corner of the room.

Yes, he is.

Say hi, Theo.

Hello.

What's he doing?

Just waiting for us to finish

so he can come to bed.

You don't mind, do you?

Uh...

- I don't know. - Mm.

We can stop if you want.

You want me to stop?

Do you want me to stop, Philip?

Mickey.

Yeah?

Ooh, it's been, like, an hour.

I got to go pee.

At least you finally got hard.

We can try some more when I get back

if you got lube or something.

I had an aunt who lived south of Phoenix somewhere,

and she had oranges and lemon trees growing right in her yard.

She'd make us cookies at the holidays, you know?

Those Christmas trees with the green icing on top.

And then she'd put those little silver sugar balls on 'em,

like ornaments.

She would make dozens of them and mail them up to us.

Most of them got broken, but you can piece 'em together

and they're still good, you know?

You have to go?

Uh, yeah.

- Fell asleep. - Stay a little longer?

Nobody's here, and they wouldn't even care, if they were.

I got to be home before my dad gets up.

I love you.

I love you too.

It rained hard in the night.

Everything smells fresh.

Is the pain back?

- You got enough pills left? - Plenty.

I could walk back to the village.

That central market's like a narco Kmart.

Guy offered me a gallon jug of Propofol for 50 bucks.

I think I'll go for a swim.

Sharks feed before morning.

Mm, that's what makes it fun.

Come on, get in here!

Debs?

Kitchen.

Hey.

Cup of Noodles?

For breakfast?

No bread, no eggs, no milk, no cereal.

Why are we out of food?

'Cause nobody's buying any?

Who's been doing the shopping?

Well, Sammi was.

Well, I'll get to the store today.

What about you?

You get something to eat for breakfast?

Hate breakfast. Coffee.

No sugar either.

So where were you last night?

I called. Gus got back from tour.

Husband Gus?

What other Gus is there?

So you guys are back together?

We were never not together. He was on tour with his band.

Hmm.

- What is that look? - Nothing.

Gus is back.

I went to see the band play a show,

and I spent the night, like husbands and wives do.

Mm-hmm.

So you tell Sean that Gus is back?

Sean is just a good friend.

Hmm. Liam, plate to sink.

We should see Karl this weekend.

Sure.

So does husband Gus have a car,

or should we ask good friend Sean

to drive us up to juvie jail again?

Jeez.

There's a Russian prostitute in my kitchen

talking Diaper Genies and infant diarrhea with my husband.

So are you and Kev...

Giving it another try.

That's great.

Yeah.

Is that a hickey?

- Yeah. - What?

Are those teeth marks? Tell that boy no teeth.

Just lip and suction.

Didn't you have the talk?

"The talk"?

Birds and bees. His thing, her thing.

She's on the pill.

No shit?

Mm-hmm.

Svetlana's still at your house?

Just until we get another bed

to put in the apartment above the Alibi.

She's gonna help with the twins for a while

instead of paying rent.

She's great with kids.

- Don't you have school? - Yeah, but this is more fun.

Oh, shit. Go. Go!

- Food. Today. - I promise. Go.

Oh, can you take Liam to Head Start on your way?

Like I've done every day for the last four months?

Yes, I think I can handle that.

Oh, and I'll be sure to pick Liam up after school

like I always do too.

- Come on, Liam. - Sammi sleeping.

Come on, Liam!

The pill at 13?

14, she's almost 15.

Really? Well, I guess she should.

I started at 11.

11?

Yeah. Developed early.

Boys started sniffing around when I was 10,

grown men by the time I was 11.

Mama had to beat 'em off with a claw hammer.

The deacons at the church were the worst.