Oh, fuck me.
You missed it, didn't you?
This is what happened.
Get your shit together, will you?
I own two commercial properties.
I would like to get this one off my hands.
Can you do 350?
- Could probably get a loan for that much. - Good.
But the building's not worth more than 250.
The adoption papers thing, pretty tricky stuff.
You didn't know the difference between adoption forms and sales documents.
Wordy stuff confuses me, and it's not the same.
And taking our bar is way worse than being stupid. It's cunty.
I hate AA, I think it's fucking stupid, but I went.
You really wanna stop drinking?
- I mean, do you really want to? - Yes.
Then I hope I see you at the next meeting.
I'm getting some new IDs, some cash, and heading to Mexico.
You should come.
Come with you to Mexico?
Fuck you, Gallagher.
Monica?
Come on. Come on, open your eyes.
Don't leave me, Monica!
Go! Move it, move it, move it! Go!
Come on, now, move it, girls! Move your asses!
Oh, you are pitiful! Move it! Look at you!
I've never seen a more pitiful group of
would-be soldiers in my life!
Move it! Up and over! Cut through!
Hop to it! Get your asses in the dirt, you maggot!
Let's move it!
Let's go, move it! Move it!
Gallagher!
- Get your ass over here, cadet! - Sir, yes, sir!
- Chaplain wants to see you. - Sir?
Shit if I know, son. Move it.
Jesus, Jackson,
get your lazy ass moving under that goddamn wire!
You reach Ian?
I texted him. Carl?
Called the school, said they're gonna try to get him on a train tonight.
She look dead to you?
Uh... I only saw her for a second
when they were putting her in the ambulance.
She shit herself?
People shit themselves when they die.
That's why they put diapers on psycho killers
before they give 'em the lethal injection.
I touched her when they put her in the ambulance.
She was still warm.
Could have still been dead.
Body only loses a couple degrees of heat an hour after you kick it.
Really?
Lots of things in the body are still alive.
Hair, the skin, the nails, all the bacteria in your guts.
And you don't start to swell up for at least a couple of days,
and then your eyes pop out,
skin falls off, then you explode.
- Kev. - What?
Gallagher?
Yeah.
Dr. Caughey. Monica your mother?
Yeah. I'm Fiona...
- Philip and Debbie. - Hi.
Your mother came in unresponsive.
We made every attempt to revive her but we were unsuccessful.
- So she's dead? - Yes.
Drug overdose?
No, uh...
She died from a massive cerebral hemorrhage.
A blood vessel in her brain burst.
Would you like to see her?
I would.
Okay, sure.
Give us a few minutes and we'll bring you back.
Where's Frank?
Outside still, I think.
I'll go get him.
No, I'll do it.
Jesus, it's freezing out here.
She died, Frank.
They said that we can go in and see her, and say good-bye.
They're gonna send someone to talk to us
about what we want to do with her body.
Did Monica ever talk about what she might want?
Come on.
Let's go say good-bye.
Frank.
- I'm taking Franny up to bed. - Yeah, sounds good.
I'm gonna make coffee.
Thanks, Fi.
Hey, look who the cat dragged in.
The fuck you been?
Oh... Work.
Thanks.
There's leftover chicken.
Franny's sleeping.
Think we should call Bill?
- We even have his number? - Who's Bill?
Your granddad.
I have a granddad named Bill?
You have an asshole named Bill who was Monica's father.
Where's he live?
- Iowa? - Indiana.
When's the last time you saw him?
Like, never.
Fuck him.
It's not like he ever wanted anything to do with us.
What's that?
Emergency room bill.
They charge you even if you die?
Wow. Think any of this is real?
Anything worth more than a nickel she would have pawned years ago.
All that's Monica's stuff?
Yeah.
- Oh, my God. - What the fuck.
Wow.
Jesus.
- Hey, Debs. Tic Tac? - Ew.
What is...
What the fuck is this?
What's the tag say?
"36 and Racine."
And then, "33... 7..."
Or maybe it's a "1-2-8-8-4."
Monica had an apartment?
Not a chance. Probably some dump she was evicted from years ago.
Anybody got a rock and a lighter?
Fuck, Frank.
You smell bacon?
Hey, Carl.
Oh, my God. Hi!
Wow!
Holy shit, it's Lieutenant Dan!
Come here, man.
Oh, I gotta salute you now or something?
Where did you get all this stuff?
I stopped by the Aldi on the way home from the train station.
Well, why didn't you just call me? I could have picked you up.
You have a car?
- Mmm-hmm. - She's a rich lady now.
Look at those stripes and ribbons! You're a general now?
Hey, cadet corporal, get to kick some lazy freshman ass.
Hey, everybody, is scrambled all right?
- Yeah. - Just the neighbors,
bringing 10,000-calorie sugar bombs.
- Nice. - Yo, Carl!
Look at you! The ghetto ninja warrior!
Should I be afraid? Your hands licensed to kill now?
What's up?
Carl! Hey, you're home.
- Hey, uh... - Neil, Carl's back.
Anybody up for going to the mortuary with me later,
figure out what to do with Monica?
We can't just leave her there?
Ah... Called in sick the last couple of days. I gotta work.
I got something I have to do this morning,
then I got my shift over at Patsy's.
- Hey, I'll go. - Really?
- Yeah, sure. - I can come.
With the Alibi gone, I've got nothing but time.
- What happened to the Alibi? - Svetlana stole it from them.
How do you steal a bar?
Russian KGB sneaky Putin shit.
I'm working at the Fairy Tail now.
You are?
I'm making "beaucoup" tips.
Ancient queens love the impossible-to-get thing.
Even more Benjamins be had if I let the old dudes give me hand jobs.
Not gonna happen.
Oh! Little help here.
- I mean, a hand's a hand, right? - That's what I said!
Uh, I don't know. I prefer the hands
yanking my Johnson to be soft, petite, and wearing nail polish.
There's plenty of that over at the Fairy Tail.
Why don't I just pick him up and you pull out his thing?
Feel good to piss standing up again, won't it, big man?
I guess.
I gotta go to Patsy's this morning, so, uh, early afternoon for the mortuary?
Absolutely.
Good to have you home.
So, if I want to let a dude jerk me off, how much could I make?
Have a nice day.
- Morning, boss. - Morning.
Darrgen Sheet Metal.
Hi, can I speak to Bill Darrgen, please?
Who's calling?
Fiona Gallagher.
Um, he's not here.
Can I leave a message?
Yeah, sure.
Tell him Monica died.
Monica who?
His daughter, Monica.
Hey, is Brad around?
Thanks.
Nice bike.
'78 Shovelhead.
You like bikes?
I don't really know much about 'em.
I woke up this morning feeling like I really needed a drink.
Yeah? Why's that?
My mom died last night.
This is strange, you know? She was a junkie...
And a drunk.
Think the last thing I wanted was a drink.
Good with your hands?
Yeah, I've been working on that knitting like you suggested.
I got that slip stitch down,
but that purl shit, it's giving me some trouble.
Tell you what, help me put this wheel on this bike,
hit up the IHOP. I'll buy you a pile of pancakes.
Hey, give me a sec.
There's a guy here, says you were supposed to
meet him this morning, but didn't show?
You forget me?
Sorry, I had a family thing come up.
So you're still interested, that wasn't just your unsubtle way of telling me
you never want to see me again?
No, I'm... I'm still interested.
- All right. - Do you want some coffee?
- Yeah, yeah. Coffee would be great. - Okay.
I was thinking we should just use lawyers,
save us the real estate commission.
Yeah, sounds smart.
Okay, good. Well, I got a guy,
unless you have a lawyer that you like to use.
No, no. Your guy'll be fine.
So, I made some copies of the inspection that I had done last spring.
It's... You know, it's mechanical.
Lead paint disclosure... There is some.
But the roof has seven years left.
Sewer line video came back fine.
So, I mean, the building is a real fixer-upper,
but it's got good bones, so...
I gotta go back to work. You want to try and meet up,
like, 4:30, or something?
Sure.
Okay.
Uh, well, thank you for...
The coffee and I'll leave you with this.
Okay.
We're out of beer.
Monica's dead.
I know, we were there.
What's the matter, Batman?
No witty comeback? No threat?
Then I'll provide the narration.
What's with the outfit?
School.
I'll begin with how I peeled back the layers of the boy's mind.
Is that Monica's stuff?
- Yeah. - You're going through her stuff?
You would've been proud to see him so strong.
But all too soon,
the serums and the shocks took their toll.
What the hell is this?
Some key to an old apartment.
36 and Racine.
That's that storage place.
36th and Racine.
The shitty one that they stuck in the old Buick dealership.
Monica had a storage unit?
This is it.
Why don't we just use the front door, Frank?
Too many cameras out there.
There's only one camera over the gate here.
The "28, 84" on the key
must be the code to open the gate.
What the hell is going on, Frank?
Your mother told me she had something valuable for you kids
but that it might be dangerous to try to retrieve it.
- Well, how dangerous? - Hard to say.
On a scale of one to 10?
Said the DEA could be involved.
The Drug Enforcement Agency?
Come on.
Oh, fuck.
- Debs, how old are you? - 16.
Too risky, the Feds could prosecute you as an adult.
- Carl? - 15.
Really? You seem younger.
Liam, you know your numbers?
You're gonna send Liam?
Oh, he won't do serious time if shit goes down.
Come here. Looky here.
You see that little black box? It's got numbers on it,
just like a telephone.
Go punch in two, eight, eight, four.
What are you looking at them for? Go.
- It's okay, buddy. - Go, go, go.
Fuck.
There's got to be something that you can do.
You can't just let her win.
Kev went to go see that lawyer you used about suing,
but he said it'll take years.
The Alibi is yours, not Svetlana's.
It's not right.
Where's Carl? Wasn't he coming?
Yeah, I texted him the address. Isn't she here illegally?
You were never legally married to the bitch, right?
She was already married to her dad.
- Yvon. Wasn't really her dad. - So?
Call Immigration on her commie ass.
They'll ship her back to Mongolia or wherever.
Miss Gallagher? Constance Grace.
I am so sorry for your tragic loss.
It's not that tragic.
Why don't we sit and talk? Can I offer you both some herbal tea?
Get back. It may be booby-trapped.
Jesus, was she living here?
If she was, she was living with a dude.
Holy shit.
What?
Your inheritance.
Have you had a chance to consider
what sort of arrangements you'd like to make for your loved one?
Yeah, how do we get her into the ground as soon as possible?
- Ah! Are you Jewish? - No.
- Muslim? - No.
Catholic?
Not recently.
We offer memorial packages for families of all faiths.
Unless you offer something for narcissistic hedonists,
let's focus on fast and cheap.
This is our most popular affordable package,
the "Dearly Beloved."
It's all inclusive. Preparation of the body,
classic series casket, viewing, gravesite preparation,
burial, and a lovely engraved granite headstone.
- How much? - $7,600.
What else you got?
The "Everlasting Love."
Preparation of the body, no viewing, wooden casket,
engraved granite plaque,
gravesite preparation, and burial.
- How much? - $4,600.
Cheaper.
The "Eternal Peace."
Preparation of the body, cremation,
and a decorative urn for your loved one's ashes.
- And? - $2,500.
What can you give me for $500 or less?
A cardboard refrigerator box and a gallon of gasoline
in our parking lot out back.
- I'll take that one. - No love lost, huh?
It was an eventful childhood.
- Okay, Connie. Connie, no bullshit. - Hmm.
What's the cheapest way I can get this woman into the ground?
No embalming, we keep her in the fridge
until we can cremate her and give you back the ashes
in what is essentially an old coffee can.
$750.
Hey.
How you doing?
I'm just getting caught up.
I got a little backed-up after the lunch rush.
No, your mom.
Yeah.
I'm fine. Thanks.
You want to talk or anything after work?
I could stick around for a little bit.
No, I should probably just go home.
Okay.
No, no, I appreciate that, Dee,
but rescinding her probation and sending her back to juvie
isn't in anyone's best interest.
No, um, I have a bed for her and I'll make sure she's in it for curfew.
Okay. Thanks, Dee. You're a saint.
Doing God's work?
What passes for it with a sexually abused trans-gender teen from Iowa.
My mom died.
Shit.
How?
Brain hemorrhage. Last night.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
I've been texting you the past couple of days.
Where have you been?
I was with Mickey.
You want to grab a drink later, maybe get some food?
Oh, I can't. I have a date.
One of my teens got caught stealing a frozen burrito
and a six pack of Red Bulls at the Osco.
It's quite the diet for a 15-year-old.
Hey, Trevor?
I'm sorry.
Let me know when your mom's service is, okay?
She was fucked up, but I kind of liked her.
Full disclosure, I got
three tenants who pay their rent on time,
one who's always late, and one who doesn't pay his rent
and needs to be evicted.
But assuming you toss the deadbeat out of five
and rent the unit that I've been living in,
then you'll have a positive cash flow from the start.
What kind of positive cash flow?
About $1,500 a month and even more
if you throw some paint on the vacant units
and put in some new carpeting.
So, what do you think?
I still got to talk to the bank.
Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.
Shit, I gotta go.
Some sort of urgent family meeting.
Okay. Uh, hey.
Are we doing this or not?
Yeah. We're doing this.
Okay.
How much?
Another pound.
She wasn't lying.
Your mother swore that she would make sure you kids
were taken care of after she was gone and she did it.
This is her gift to you.
No way. Nope, it's getting flushed down the toilet.
Fuck it is!
- Hey, hands off! - Give me the meth, Frank!
This is not yours.
- Give it up! - This is not yours.
- Give me... - What the hell is going on?
Frank found seven pounds of meth in some shitty storage locker
that Monica had and now he wants to sell it.
It's your mother's legacy to her children.
It's like a family heirloom, only drugs.
And it's getting flushed down the toilet!
Nobody flushes $70,000 worth of maternal bequest
down the drain.
Wait, how much?
A pound of high-quality methamphetamine,
which this clearly is, worth 10 grand on the street.
If you want to destroy the inheritance
that your mother poured a lifetime of blood, sweat and tears into,
go ahead. You got your pound.
She probably stole it, Frank.
What you do with your pound is your choice,
but this is not a dictatorship, Fiona.
This is America, and in America, we like democracy.
Everybody gets a vote.
Give me liberty or give me meth!
We vote.
All Gallaghers in favor of
flushing $70,000 of your future down the drain, raise your hand.
This is ridiculous.
Come on, raise 'em up if you want to lose $10,000 each.
Raise 'em up. Come on, put up...
Lip, Ian?
I don't know, maybe we should sleep on it,
talk again in the morning?
Lip?
What?
Debbie?
$10,000 will go a long way for child care.
Carl?
Call up one of my corner buddies, see if they can unload it.
That's my boy.
- Liam, come on. - No!
Representative democracy in action, Fiona,
and I am proud to be a citizen of Gallagher Nation.
Here you go, Ian.
Lip.
Carl.
Debs.
No, you are not gonna hand a pound of meth to a six-year-old.
I'll hold onto your share for safekeeping, little man.
And the last pound goes to dear old Daddy Frank.
- I am ashamed of all of you. - Oh, come...
Nobody likes a sore loser, Fiona.
Learning to be gracious in the face of defeat,
that shows maturity.
So who's hungry? I'm buying.
I could eat.
Open up!
Open this door!
Fuck.
- We gotta hide this stash. - Frank! Frank!
- They're gonna kick me out of school! - Liam, go! Liam!
Frank, I cannot go to jail!
Hold them off while I hide this in Franny's bed.
What?
Sit, sit, sit.
Open the door now!
No, Frank, that's not okay.
I know you're in there, Gallaghers!
Where in the hell is he?
Hey, Frank!
What the hell did you do to her?
I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch!
Oh, my God!
Okay, wait, wait, wait!
Jesus! No more!
Okay. Okay. Jesus!
Who is that?
It's Grandpa Bill.
It was an aneurysm.
The doctor said she didn't suffer.
Bullshit.
She suffered every day of her life
the moment she hooked up with this shitbird
till the day she died.
When is the funeral?
We're not planning on doing much.
- She's gonna be cremated... - No.
- No? - No. We do it right.
My little girl gets a proper burial.
It's like her mother would have wanted. I'll pay,
I know this ass hash doesn't have a pot to piss in, never has.
Doesn't have to be a church thing,
just a viewing, some nice words.
Okay.
You Army?
Military school, sir.
Haven't chosen a branch of service yet.
Navy is the ticket, son.
I did 40 years, saw the world.
Best goddamn decision I ever made.
That your baby?
Yes, sir. Franny.
How the hell old are you, anyhow?
Uh, sixteen.
Oh, Jesus!
Look, I'll be back bright and early
to go and make the appropriate arrangements for your mother.
I'd stay here tonight, but I'm afraid I don't trust myself
not to wake up in the middle of the night
and decide it is finally time to take care
of a serious trash problem
that I should have dealt with years ago!
He's a nice guy.
Where are you going?
- Fuck. No, Frank! - Frank!
Fuckin' Frank.
- God damn it, Frank. - Where is it?
We gotta destroy it, Frank.
- Where the hell is it? - I hid it.
- Where? - You're lucky it was just Grandpa Bill.
What if it had been the cops?
- Stop, Frank. - Give it back.
You tried to hide it in Franny's crib.
Give me the goddamn meth!
Or what?
- Get your fucking hands off! - You give it back!
- Get the fuck off her! - You give it!
- Frank, stop! - Fuck you!
- Give me that stuff back! - No!
- It's not yours! - You're crazy!
What the fuck was that?
It's not yours, Fiona!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
That was your mother's! She was worried about you,
all of you, she wanted to leave you something!
- Meth? - That's all she had!
Oh, Jesus.
You don't know anything about your mother!
She was never here!
She was a beautiful, crazy, fragile, wonderful woman!
- She deserted us! - She loved us!
- That was love? - Yes! Yes, it is.
Okay, then why did she leave?
You don't know what you're talking about!
If she loved us so much, why wasn't she here?
She tried. She always tried!
She wasn't here! She was never fucking here!
She left!
I was nine!
Nine and taking care of you.
Taking care of all of us.
I was in fourth grade, dragging your ass,
passed out, in from the yard, so you wouldn't freeze to death.
Staying up all night with Ian when he had chicken pox.
I washed Carl's shitty diapers!
I picked lice out of Liam's hair!
And I was here when Debbie got her first period.
Not Monica. Me.
And never you, you were too fucking loaded.
She was a junkie and a drunk.
Enough.
She didn't love me.
She didn't love you.
She didn't give a shit about anyone but herself.
Please.
I'm glad she's dead.
At least now she can't fuck us over anymore.
She sleeping?
I, uh...
Found these with Monica's stuff in the storage unit.
Greeting cards she bought for our birthdays and holidays.
I guess she never got around to mailing them.
"Congrats on your retirement."
Only she crossed out "retirement"
and wrote "birthday."
Always thinking of us, right?
Right.
- Going for a run? - Yeah, got to stay in shape.
Can I join you?
Free country.
The flowers arrived already
and the photo blow-up that your grandfather arranged.
You caught us just in the nick of time yesterday.
Jose had her halfway in the furnace.
She got a bit singed, but she was going in feet first,
so, no one will be able to tell with her shoes on.
I doubt we'll need this many chairs.
A more intimate affair?
More like nobody gives a shit.
I'll have a few removed.
- Wow. - She was beautiful.
Yeah, she was.
Would you like me to open the casket before the guests arrive,
make sure you're satisfied with the results?
Uh, sure.
Is everything all right?
She's... She's wearing her wedding dress.
Was that not discussed? Your father brought it by earlier.
No, uh...
That's fine, that's, uh...
In fact, you know what? That's... That's fucking perfect.
That's perfect, yeah.
She looks lovely, doesn't she?
Like an angel.
Yeah. Yeah, absolutely. She's just an angel.
Could I have a few minutes alone with her, please?
Of course.
Fuck you, Mom.
"... harmony..."
"... I must decide."
I don't really know if I know what that means exactly.
It's in this crazy-ass book that I found in Monica's stuff,
and she'd underlined that part.
I'm not sure what else to say, really.
You couldn't count on her,
but she never had a bad thing to say about anyone,
and she always had a good time.
And that's something.
No...
Wait... No, wait.
Monica...
Come on.
Monica...
Was the love of my life, and I knew that the first time I ever saw her.
I was in college, going nowhere...
Bored. Summer internships with State Farm Insurance.
Junior year, I was in the dorm, studying.
Some buddies had an extra concert ticket.
I never really liked Supertramp, but I went anyway, and...
She jumped into the window of my car.
She was running from this big dude. He had a gun, and she was screaming,
"Don't rape me again!"
And I had to loan her my shirt, 'cause...
She was naked.
And that was it.
My pilot light was out and Monica was the gas company.
She taught me how to live. She changed everything.
First time I ever did a line of coke...
Was with Monica.
We loved a lot. We fought a lot.
Every time I look into one of
you kids's faces, I see her face looking back at me...
Smiling, laughing.
She was strong.
And you're strong.
And she was brave, and you're brave.
I know you didn't think much of her...
But...
She loved you.
And you wouldn't be who you are, and I wouldn't be who I am,
if she hadn't come into our lives.
So, hate her if you want...
But she's in you...
And that's a good thing.
And I miss you, Moni.
And it's hard as hell.
I love you.
What are you doing out here?
Um...
Coffee.
Good for you.
Kind of fucked, really.
I miss everything about drinking.
Anything you can do about that?
I can sit out here,
drink a gallon of coffee.
Maybe, uh, knit a sweater.
A sweater?
It's a long story.
I really think I fucked it all up.
You know, my life, um...
My future,
what's left of it.
I want to try to go back to college.
So, do.
Oh, it's not that easy.
I feel like I'd have to start all over.
So what? You're young.
Not that young.
Young enough.
I've got this professor, uh...
Think you met him once.
He seems, inexplicably, to still give a shit about me.
Lot of people still inexplicably give a shit about you.
Shit.
What?
Um... Frank.
Come here.
Your guy didn't come?
Trevor? No.
Kinda fucked that one up.
Fixable?
Mmm. I have to see.
I guess the motherfucker really did love the crazy bitch.
You didn't know that?
Guess I never really wanted to believe it.
All right, come on.
All right.
No.
No, that's it.
Look, there is nothing else, all right?
Come back next year. Jesus.
Go.
Go!
Fuck off.