Bad Liver

♪ ♪ - ♪ think of all the luckyou got ♪ ♪ know thatit's not for naught ♪ ♪ you were beamingonce before ♪ ♪ but it's not like thatanymore ♪ ♪ what is this downside ♪ ♪ that you speak of? ♪ ♪ what is this feeling ♪ ♪ you're so sure of? ♪

♪ round up the friendsyou got ♪ ♪ know thatthey're not for naught ♪ ♪ you were willingonce before ♪ - you're wondering whyi picked this corner? - i'm really not.- well, it's 'cause-- - you call me wheni'm with mike. text me when i'm with mike. how about we just cut outthe middleman, which is me, and you can fuck your brother?

- [chuckles]i'm bringing you there. - no. you're going onwith your life, i'm-- oh, this motel?it's classy. - rooms by the hour.that's why it's fun. - you know how last time when i told youto stop texting me and it turned into sex? this isn't that. i don't know whyit took me this long

to start hating myself,but i got there. it's a shitty feeling. i'm not punishing youor blaming you. i just really need this to end. [upbeat rock music] - [sighs] [door opens] - phillip gallagher? - yeah, who's asking?

- fort dearborn military police. can you step out ofthe stall please? - you know, i'm gonna be busyfor a while, but you can join me if you wantto wipe my ass. wait, what the fuck, man? hey, hey!- sergeant, wait! you're phillip gallagher? - jesus, what the hell'sgoing on? or do you get off on watchingguys taking a dump?

- is that yoursocial security number? - blow me.okay, yeah, yeah, yeah. fuck. - do you know this man? - no, i've never seen him beforein my life. - any idea how he got a hold of your name and social securitynumber? - no, but it's pretty scary,you know? i'm feeling pretty fuckingviolated over here.

what's he, uh,what's he wanted for? - for impersonating you,apparently. also for attempted theftof government property and being away without leave. - wow, no shit.what did he try and steal? - helicopter.surface-to-air missile. army issue boxer briefs.- sergeant! - [chuckles] - mr. gallagher,we may need you to testify.

we'll be in touch. - well, at ease, gentlemen. i've always wanted to say that. - so this is it. this is where my dad lives. - in all its grandeur. - no one's home? thought i might meetmy brothers and sisters. - yeah, well,they're pretty busy.

anyway, we should hit the road. time to find out what this foot is worth tothe damn insurance company. - oh. here. for your toes!- ah. [laughs] - come on, sit down.- [laughs] - hopefully, they won't breakour hearts again this season. - so, um, there's somethingi have to say.

you and me, we have... a connection. i mean, last week i was tryingto get you into the sack. - it's understandableunder the circumstances. - i thought,"the sex is gonna be amazing," and then i found outyou were my dad, so that was, like...an adjustment. - sure. - my whole life,

i've been looking for a daddy. the old men who'd get luckywith me at last call, the bass player who got herpesin manila, and now, at last, i have you. only-- - what? - you didn't come find me because you needanother daughter. you just need a liver, right?and i'm gonna help you find one,

but if that's all this is... - no, no.- then i-- - no. i mean, yes, initially i sort oflooked at you as an organ farm, but when you figured outwe were family, you didn't treat me likethe rest of my kids-- rats leaving a sinking ship. and, hell,i wouldn't have blamed you. but you stuck around.

you gave me hope. - oh.[sniffles] i'm sorry. i hate to cry.oh. - i'd be crying tooif i wasn't so high. - [laughs] come on, daddy. let's go get yousome money, huh? - mm.

[soft rock music] - hey, you wanna guess. - guess what? - what we're doingfor your birthday. - hmm.going dancing? - mm-mm.- i mean, skydiving? - mm.- [gasps] sex club? [gasps] i knew it.sex club. i'll wear my crotchless teddy.- uh, cocktail attire.

wear something warm in casewe want to hang outside. - ah, i've never been toan outdoor sex club. - [laughs]oh, yeah, you know what? speaking of romantic,intimate getaways--my mom. - ew. - she wanted usto come grill tonight. - she did?- mm-hmm. - that's so nice.- yeah. so it's just us.and robbie.

and my parents.is that okay? - perfect.sure. [jackhammer pounding]- i own the alibi room! it's a bar,which you may not know, because your fucking scaffoldingis covering the sign! [jackhammer pounding]- uh-huh. - your guy said that--[jackhammer pounding] your--your--[jackhammer pounding] excuse me!

can you please stopjackhammering for one minute?thank you! your guys said the scaffoldingis to check the building for loose bricks or something.- correct. - yeah, then why are youdigging up the sidewalk? - new sewer line. - i depend on walk-in business,all right? customers see the sign,they go, "hey, that's a nice bar.

i want a drink there." here's the important part. they need the sidewalkto walk into my bar! how long? [jackhammer pounding]- what? - how long is it gonna betorn up? a day or two? - more like six or seven. - seven days?

- weeks.[jackhammer pounding] - fuck! [cartoons in background] - hey. - no way.- lip! you're home!- hey. thought it was timei stopped by, check in. - how are the coeds?- oh, it varies by coed. what's this?- creepy art she's making

'cause her boyfriend dumped her.- a boyfriend? - i'm expressing myselfcreatively. you're counting underarm hairwith a mirror. - check it out, four new ones. - get off of me! - phillip! how nice! no one told me you'd be home! - sheila, wha--what are you doing here?

- good question. - well, fiona's at work, and then she has a barbecueat mike's house, and i said i'd be happyto watch the kids. - nice, and you and liam herehaving a candle-lit dinner? - well...[native american music] fiona said it was okayif i had my date over. it's actually our fourth date. he's such an interesting man.

[chanting grows louder]- what's the music? - "tribal twilight:recorded songs of the menominee indian tribe."[timer dings] that would be my succotash.hold on. [chanting continues]- okay. [music stops] there you go. hey, um, you guys heard anythingfrom ian? - not for weeks.and fiona doesn't even care.

- what about the u.s. army.you hear anything from them? - we're lookingfor phillip gallagher. - he's at college. no.- why the army? - 'cause ian joined up.- cool. - is he old enough? - no, he used my nameand social when he signed up, and then he tried to steala helicopter and a bunch of other shit.went awol.

- helicopter?awesome. - does fiona know?- no, not yet. you know whenshe's gonna be back? - she doesn't always come home. lots of sheila babysitting.- you could call her. - no, it's not the kindof news you want to deliver on the phone. hey, is that your boyfriend with the toothpicks in his head?

- it's sort of abstract.i'm calling it "true love." - super creepy. - collectors will pay millionsfor it one day. an early work from debbiegallagher's collage phase. i'll see you guys later, okay?- where you going? - i'm gonna go ask aroundabout ian. see if anyone's heard from him. - okay.- bye. [door closes]

- like you know anythingabout art. - all right, turn to the left. and raise the leg. yeah, now make a sad face. - what, do i look happy? [camera shutter clicks] - oh, man. totally thought you were gonnawuss out on me on this, come back with a hairlinefracture, but this?

this is a masterpiece. i mean, this is like a aerialphoto of ground zero. you should be very proud. - just tell mewe can get 100 grand. - oh, i'd say 100 "g"s, easy. - that's wonderful. - i am just going to getmy hands on the forms. she signs as a witness, right? we file the claim, and thenyou get a check in 16 months.

- what--16 months?no, that's too long. my liver is failing now. - well, i can push fora quick settlement. - how quick.- a year? hey, frank, they're not gonnajust hand you the cash, okay? suck it up and survive. - stay with me tonight.i'll take care of you. - i'm gonna need more meds. - mandy ain't here.

- that's good, 'cause i cameto talk to you. - the fuck you want? - you heard anything from ian? - it's important. - so you think i give a shit 'cause i worked with the guy? - you're gonna make mespell it out? - what the fuck you getting at? - nothing, i'm just worriedabout him.

that's all. - well, i haven't seen him. - how hard was that? - he in trouble?- [sniffs] - what kind of trouble? - i'll tell you when i find out. - robbie, tell them what youwere saying about the turkey. - yeah?- turkey? - when i was at ted's in oregon,

he wanted me to tryhis famous deep-fried turkey. [chuckling]so we put this hot oil pressure cooker thing in the yard...- right. - and put the turkey in,and it exploded. set the entire side ofhis house on fire. - no way.- fire trucks, all that. they put the fire out, and the housewas more or less okay. but then we saw the turkeyby the swimming pool.

- this is really good. - oh, you've heard this?- pull a drumstick off and try it...[chuckles] and it was really, really good![laughter] - can you believe it?[laughs] - wow.- that's funny. - mm.- yeah. did dad tell you howi want to move to portland? - no.- oh, that's interesting.

'cause he said he spoke to youand you were the one who talked him out of writingthe check to cover my move. - no, he didn't mention thatyou were moving to oregon. - hmm.- can we not do this with a guest here?- what, fiona? she's practically family,mom. - look, robbie,i haven't told dad anything that i haven't said to you, all right, and i think it'sa smart idea for--

- i don't tell you what to do. and so if you want to sell cupsfor the rest of your life with dad, go for it, all right?sit behind a fake wood desk all day and make paymentson your duplex and your cool dodge challenger. - what, are you chasingyour dreams, is that it? how's that working out, robbie? - fiona...[door slams] can you give me a hand withthe skewers?

- i'd love to.- thanks. [sighs]right here. - i don't have anythingagainst-- - that lakeboat looks gorgeousat night, all lit up. - what?what lakeboat? - mike said for your birthday--- uh, bill! it was a surprise. - i thought it was--- oh, he made it perfectly clear.

- oh, shit, i'm sorry. - i'll pretend i'm surprised.- [chuckles] - and now that you mention it,it does sound fun. - it's wonderful. i took nancy therea few years ago. - aw, it was so romantic. - got a table by the window. there's seating on the outside, but it gets pretty coldout there.

- just bring a warm coat. - there's a lit dance floorand, i guess, a d.j. or a live band, depending. we just sat at our table,got-- [both gasp]- god damn it! - what?- stop it, you two-- stop! stop it, stop! - oh, my god.- fuck! - stop it!

- what happened?- stop it. - what did you say? [door opens, closes] everything okay? i'll wait inside. - no, you should go. - mike, i don't know whathe sa-- - please, just go. - actually,my deceased ex-husband

had very strongchristian beliefs, and i would go to churchwith him, but i've got to admit,it's been a while. - i'm not a christian.- what? but the--the websitewas christian-mingle.com. - good way to meetnice white women. - oh, well, i'll take thatas a compliment. - my eyes enjoy you.- oh! - don't let me interrupt.

i stashed some thc ediblesin the freezer. i gotta-- what was your name again?climbing weed? - running tree.- oh. you're indian?the feather, not the dot? - he's a menominee indian,frank. we both are, actually. my great-grandmother was rapedby a menominee warrior, and i'm learning all aboutthe culture.

- isn't this a great country?- yeah. - just one, big, rapeymelting pot. - frank, we're just--we're having dinner. - no, i'm fine. can i ask youa delicate question? - thanks. - on the indian reservation, you people drink yourselvesunconscious, but i never hear of an indiangetting a liver transplant.

why is that?- government won't pay for it. - bastards. - so we use a sweat lodge.- yeah? - it's a ceremony. it cleans your liver,your spleen. opens your soulto the great spirit. and it's a real high. releases the toxinsin your fat cells. it's like snorting oxy, man.it's beautiful.

- do--do you think it would workfor my liver? this baby's on its last legs.- no question. but i live in a condo.no place to build a lodge. - well, you could use my yard. - that would be all rightwith you? - oh, i think it would bejust wonderful. - hmm.it's been a while. but, hell yes.let's do it. - fuck western medicine.- to sweatin' it out.

- to sweating it out. - to sweatin' it out! - what is that? - i'm gonna putthis sign outside so people know to come inthe back. - you realize that's not howyou spell "come," right? - shit.- baby, he saw you. - alan. how are you, my friend?what can i get you?

- well, let's see.i'll start with two legally-mandated monthlypayments of $500 each. - and i'd love to give themto you, but this bar isa financial black hole. and now the city has blockedour front door, so people think we are closed. - the minute we turn it aroundyou'll get paid, i promise. - well, you're keeping up withmy father's legacy. - we're trying.- violating my trust

and screwing me over! even dead, he fucks me! $1,000, tomorrow.understand? - was he threatening us? - yeah, he's gonna beat usto death with his limp wrist. - though he did inherithis father's gun collection. - [sighs]true. - and his daddywas a loan shark. he might have learneda few tricks of the trade.

- so far, this dayhas sucked ass. - what kind of cluesare we looking for? - uh, a friend of ianwe don't know about, an address.anything, really. - he really stole a helicopter? doesn't sound like ian.- no. - you're worried? - yeah.yeah, you know, it would be nice to find himbefore the army does.

- i can help look for himafter school tomorrow. - it would be great ifyou could talk to mandy. - you don't want to?- [sighs] - she's mad at you, isn't she? - yeah, we reconnected,and things got complicated. - did you have sex?- what? - you don't have to tell me. - yeah, but... you know, it was no big deal.

- if it wasn't sex,then what was the problem? - everything else. - oh! - tell me what you told mike! - the truth!he needed to know. oh! - oh, that was for his sake?how generous. - i did you a favor, okay? - fuck you.

- you don't want to be with him. - you don't know shit about me. [spits] - oh!- shit! - you've got to be kidding me. [glass breaks] - ah!- uh--'scuse-- hey, you mind not swingingthat shit around? you're gonna fuckin'hurt someone.

- this is your fault!- mine? - i'm practically trippingover these bitches. i want them gone, now! i was gone ten fucking minutes! [door slams] [phone rings] - yo, it's mickey.in or out? - i told you, i'm in. i'm just not looking forwardto discussing it with my wife.

i'll call you back.[phone beeps] baby? - yeah?- you know how we were talking about using stan's apartmentto generate some income? - rent it out. - or, we could open upanother business. - since this oneis going so well. you know how expensive it isto get a business license? - unless we don't need one.

svetlana and her girlsare out of work-- - wait. wait a minute.[laughs] do you want to opena whorehouse? - no, of course not! just a rub and tug. it's a massage witha happy ending. - i know what a rub and tug is. - those girlsare trained professionals. and compared to this place,it's pure profit.

baby, look, we are victims ofa society that squeezes the lower middle class,screws up our businesses because of jackhammersand taxes and regulations and unnecessary paperwork, basically forces usto do illegal shit. now i'm having four kids! and if that means i've gotto turn out some russian whores to feed my family and pursuethe american dream, that's how it's gotta be!

[applause] - i was gonna sayi think it's a great idea. - really?- yeah. let's get those bitches tuggin'.- [chuckles] - [grunts]- there you go. - it means a lot,you looking after me like this. - i am a lucky public--oh, jesus chr--ow! - hey, be careful! - no, no, it's fine.it's fine.

he didn't mean to.- no. - did you, chuckles?[laughs] funny kid. - it's nice to be with family.- it sure is. [sighs] [soft guitar music] - morning. - morning.oh, probably not a good time to tell fiona about ian.- and why is that? - her and mike broke up.heard her talking to v.

and after a breakup, a woman'snot in the mood for bad news. - hi, mike. sorry for the 15stalker voicemails. i'm assuming you don't wantto see my face in the office, but maybei should come get my stuff. i'm not really surehow to handle it, so, uh, call me if, uh...yeah. hey. - doesn't sound likea fun night.

- every time i close my eyes,i see mike. the way he looked at me.- mm. last night, after a 16-hourwork day at the alibi, kev and i heated tater totsfor dinner. and when i picked upthose little brown lumps out of the microwave,kev made this face. that's how you look whenyou talk about mike. - what?- mike's a nice guy, but you were neverthat into him.

- i have never made that face. - mike is a tater tot.- [sighs] there's no waythat he doesn't fire me. not to mention,his dad owns the company, and he was there last night.- ouch. - i was getting so used toa steady paycheck. groceries without coupons, and wine in a bottleinstead of a box. you think they'll pay mefor last week, or just stiff me?

[sighs]oh, health insurance. i mean, we have to get to thedentist before they cancel it. [footsteps approaching] - told you.- [sighs] morning. - holy shit!when did you get home? - last night. - so good to see you.- yeah, you too. - unless you failed outof school.

why are you here? - it's your birthday. - my birthday. - she wasn't planningon celebrating with us, but now we can haveour party here. kev will bring cheap booze. like, really cheap. - i can pick up a cakefrom the supermarket. i know this is hard.- thanks, debs.

- hope those aren't for us. - back to bag lunches,i'm afraid. bologna and cheese. - you can't just start giving uslunch money and then cut us off. - [sighs] i know.i'm sorry. - if mike wants to fire you,make him act like your boss and write that shiton a human resource form. "i terminated this employeebecause i was screwing her, and then she started screwingmy brother."

- you what?- really? - my bad.but seriously, this shit is the definitionof sexual harassment. - so i'm just gonna go into theoffice like nothing happened, with everyone staring at meand hatin' me? - do you need the paycheckor not? - where are the massage tables? - hey, you know how muchthose things cost? look at this, salvation army,10 bucks each.

all we gotta do is hang somesheets, divide the space up. - yeah, but what aboutthe cleanup? - what about it? - isn't there gonna be jizzall over the floor? - you're over-thinking this,man. look, we've got everythingwe need. lube, clorox, all in bulk. - how much we charge?- 50 bucks, girls get 17. - 17?same as sasha?

at least over there,we have walls. we have tables.- yeah, and we learned a valuable lesson--anyone can jerk a cock. i jerk mine, he jerks his. learn a unique skillor shut the fuck up. - [speaking russian] - no one knows whatthe fuck you're saying. - hi, fiona. - fiona.

- good morning. - can you come with me?i need to speak with you. - everything okay?- better if we speak privately. all: ♪ happy birthday to you ♪ ♪ happy birthday to you ♪ ♪ happy birthday, dear fiona ♪ - make a wish! oh...attagirl! - yeah![applause]

- get some plates and napkins.come on, we're hungry. got some cake to eat! do you like chocolate?- yes! - i want to help, but if ianwanted me to share where he was, you'd already know.- he called you? - i didn't say that. what do you knowabout ian's sex life? - well, he's gay. - there's an old boyfriendof ian's.

- from how long ago?- no, i mean like "old" old. like, over 40. i don't know his name,but if you find him, ask him about ian. - anything? - yeah, said we should askian's old boyfriend? someone with gray hair? - jimmy's dad. he crawled into my bed once,poked me with a full chub.

- wait, you mean ned?- yeah, ned. - wait, so jimmy's dadwas ian's boyfriend? - i'm not sure they ever made itto boyfriend status, but, yeah, that's who mandy'stalking about. chicago.yeah, dr. ned lishman. - come on in! running tree, this is frank'sdaughter, sammi, and her son, chuck. - sorry i'm late, sheila.

i couldn't find anyoneto watch the kids. - oh, that's no--what kids? oh. - brought the whole tribe,did ya? - y-you didn't tell methat you had kids. you never mentioned it.- my sister's. she ran off a few months agowith her junkie boyfriend. - well, hello, and welcometo all of you. what are your names?- this is dale, ben, sarah,

denise, and gary. - hello, gary. what's your indian name? - gary. - oh.well, i'm sheila. just sheila. - we're gonna need some helpbuilding this lodge. these kids are useless. - what do you need?- well, we need a dozen

7-foot saplings, 2 dozenfist-sized basaltic rocks, kindling, a couple of shovels,a pail of water, and all the tarps, quilts,and buffalo skins we can find. - jesus. [knock at door]- come in. [sighs] i assume thisis professional in nature? - it's not,but it won't take long. can i shut the door? - i'd prefer you left it open.

i owe you an explanation, because what i did was crazy. and i keep asking myselfwhy i did it. the only answer thati can come up with is that i think i was tryingto prove something. not to you, but to myself. prove that i didn'tdeserve you... or this job, your parents,your friends... all these nice, normal,functional people.

i really didn't thinki deserved any of it. and in the end, i was right. - that it? - yeah. are you firing me? - no. i am transferring youto account management. i'd prefer you didn't workfor me directly. - thank you. - i'm the one who's sorry,by the way.

- why? - that i'm not more interesting. - you are. - i'm really not.[chuckles] i hold down a job, i look after my family,care about telling the truth. i'm sorry those aren'tselling points. um, if you, uh... if it's all right,i'd like you to leave now.

- you're not deliveringmy sushi, are you? - uh, no, afraid not. - do i know you? - yeah, i'm lip.ian's brother. - oh, yeah. oh, yeah! - yeah.- how can i help you? i'm afraid jimmy hasn't beenin touch for a while. - we're looking for ian.

- hello! why don't you bothcome inside? - sure, yeah.go. - know what pisses me off? that chris won't just say-- hello. - you really got a type, huh? - what does that mean? - um, these are ian's siblings.

- oh.- great, so you both know him. where can we find him? - um...i'll let you knowwhen the food comes. - okay. - i let ian crash herefor a while. - when?- a few weeks ago. then i came home andhe was hosting a group of-- well, in my opinion--unsavory characters. they smashed my glass tabletopwith a bottle of jagermeister.

when things settled down,i asked ian to leave. - where did he go? - well, he's with your mother. - monica? - great, so they're undera bridge somewhere. - oh, it was a house. i still have the address.you want it? - yeah, please.- ah. - hey, debs, why don't you, uh,why don't you go home, yeah?

- just 'cause every timewe find monica, you know, we wish we hadn't.she might not know where she is, who she is, who we are. - i'm not a little kid. - there's no way i'm shellingout 50 bucks for a handjob. 30, maybe.- okay, i'll tell you what. for 30 bucks,you can go jerk yourself off. - we've got overhead, tommy.the laundry alone is killing-- - hey, i pay 30at the thai place,

and they wash towels too. - damn thai sex workers, stealing jobsfrom decent americans. - our girls are russian. - they eat with forks, not with sticks, right? - baby, you hit up everyonewho's come in here, all three of 'em. - what if we advertise?put an ad in craigslist

or one of those freelocal business things? - hey, yeah, we can getsome meth heads to hand out flyers and shit. - and pay them how?- we don't. we just tell themwe'll pay 'em, and if they complain about it, we'll beat the shitout of them. - carl! carl!

carl, hey. [grunts]i got a job for you, son. - i'm busy. - no, this is--this is better. we're gonna build a sweat lodge. great big rocks, heated bya big fire, and a teepee-- - big fire?- yeah. oh, this is sammi,your big sister. it's time you met.- hi!

- hi. i already got two sisters. - yeah, well,here's another one. - this is your nephew. chucky, baby,this is your uncle, carl. wow, they even look alike. oh, shit. this is an emotional situation. - can i talk to youfor a second?

- excuse us, would you?- sure. - she's freaking me out.- i get it. look, how about i take sammi tothe alibi for reinforcements? you and chuck gather saplings. you can initiate him intothe gallagher way. [laughs] - wait, what's a sapling?- [laughs] - so what happenedwith this, uh, boyfriend? - ex-boyfriend.his name's matt.

he's nice, but he saidwe couldn't be together because i'm a virgin, soi tried it with someone else-- - wait, tried? - sex. - with who? - seth esparelli,in the arcade bathroom. - jesus, debs. - only, it didn't work,and i think we broke up? i mean, i guess.

i haven't really called himto, like-- - confirm?- no--yeah. [sighs]so stressful. - what the hell? - i warned you not to test me. - who are these guys?- my intramural tennis team. and trust me,they do not mess around. do you have my cash? - wait, are you all gay?- no.

- i'm not trying tobe insulting, i just want to know if you...want a handjob. - well, ned saidthis is the place. - doesn't look like anyonelives here. wait, lip, don't go in there. - i kind of have to, right? hey, come on,just stay behind me. here we go. - let's go home.- it's okay, debs.

someone's got the heat on. this is ian's. yo, ian!- [indistinct singing] - someone's coming. - [indistinct singing] - shit. - aah! - sorry!- i have got a gun, you motherfuckers!

i will shoot you full of holes! - no, please don't do that! we're just lookingfor our brother! - looking for who? - ian gallagher? or--or monica?she live here? - who are you? - do you really have a gun?- yeah! and monica don't live hereno more.

- okay, look, this isour brother's stuff, okay? so he lives here, right? look, we're just tryingto find him. - he's at work. - and where's that? - [sighs]the white swallow. - wait, the what? - the white swallow,in boystown. - all right, thank you.thank you.

go, debs, go.go, go, go, go, go. [locksley's she does] - ♪ yow! ♪ - come on, hurry up! - ♪ come on, honey,you know what you do, yeah ♪ ♪ nobody does it like she does ♪ ♪ nobody does itlike she does ♪ [indistinct chatter, laughter] - here you go,here's your change,

and veronica will take careof you. - nice.- excuse me? - no, not her.forget it. mickey!- yeah? - got a customerto take upstairs. - right this way, mcenroe.[phone rings] - alibi. - it's me.- hey! i was just about to call you.we're gonna be a couple

of minutes late'cause we have customers at the bar forthe first time in days. - yeah, i was callingto say i'm not really much in the moodfor a party. - well, that's too damn bad,'cause kev and i are coming over with a gallonof "ivan the terrible" vodka and a bucketof cool ranch doritos. if you don't want to partake,you can watch. [knock at door]- door's open!

i don't have a choice? - bye, bitch. - [sighs][door closes] are you kiddin' me? - happy birthday. - what the fuckare you doing here? - well, i thoughtwe could celebrate together. - or i could stab myselfin the eye with a pencil. - by way of apologizing.

now it's a party.- coke? fresh out of rehab,and you have coke? - well, booze is the problem. i can do coke, a little weed. but as far as booze goes,i'm clean. - you sound like frank. - who's frank? oh, you got a mirror? - oh, yeah, right here.

oh, wait, it's a baseball bat. - hey!whoa, easy, easy. whoa, whoa.okay, okay. all right. [chuckles]happy birthday. [club music] - does he know it's us? - yeah, i think so.yo! - what's up? hey, man.oh.

- [laughs]debbie! oh, my gosh. you look great!- thank you. you do too. - this is my brother and sister. this is family! - hey.- [laughs] - hey, how longyou been working here, huh? - a couple weeks.- yeah?

- this place, it's awesome. it's--it's super convenient. you guys want drinks?they're on the house. - no, i'm good, i'm good.- appletini, appletin-- - no.- two appletinis. - hey, ian, is there anyplacewe could talk? - oh, i love this song! - yeah, look, some army m.p.scame by looking for you. they want to arrest youfor going awol,

stealing government property.- this is top-shelf. - no, hey,did--did you hear me? they say you stolea helicopter. - [laughs]that's hilarious. - is it? - yeah, yeah, i mean,i didn't steal anything, i just started the rotors. hey, can you guys hang aroundfor a while? my shift gets off at 2:00,

but i always go out after,or hit the local gym, depending on how pumped i am. but seeing you guys, i-i just--i feel great, you know? - okay, you know what,hey, let's go outside so we can hear each other, huh? - try your drink.- no, outside. come on, come here.- [laughs] - hey, get your hand off him.- no, it's fine, it's okay. we're brothers, all right?we're just talking. yo, ian!

- and i definitely needsome i.d. - come on, ian!- let's go! - she's not drinking, man.ian! yo! - why was he acting like that? - it's late.we should go. - is there something wrongwith him? - at least we know wherehe is now, okay? i'll come back and check on him.

let's get you home, though,all right? come on. [native american music] - this is gonna make you feelright at home. okay. i've got succotash, quinoa,and frybread made from acorn powder,indigenous to our people. what was your name again? - one-eyed snake.

and this is stinking wind. - stinking wind. that's unusual. - got any burgers? - buffalo burgers.i've got buffalo burgers. would you like that?let me get that for you. hold on a second. hold on, hold on,missy, hold on. - dumb shit, why are you givingher fake names?

- 'cause she's crazy.- at least she made us dinner. - tie it tight.nice and tight. yeah, good, good.- yeah, we made it! - holy shit.- okay! [all chattering] - whoo, man! - dad, dad, dad, dad, dad. look what we built. we took it froma whole pile of trees

from the pvc,and then we got-- - sammi was amazing! she rallied the barby telling them the lodge would cure impotence,and then she led the charge to steal blankets from the bumson skid row. is she a chip offthe old block or what? - all for a good cause. - jesus, they reek. - yeah, well,they'll keep the heat in.

come on, guys, let's go. [indistinct chatter] - yay![cheers and applause] - all right, alan, here's $350. i'll give you the restin a couple of days. - you know, kevin,the idea of men upstairs, jizzing all overdad's apartment... [laughs]works for me. - tell your friends, okay?

- all right, babe,let tito here take over. we got to get to fiona's.- all right, just one more shot. here's to good old fashionedamerican capitalism. you can keep a man down. but you can never keep himfrom getting it up. - yes, sir!- mm. - ow! let's go, let's go!- yeah. - chief says cover allthe holes, come on. - dad, when sammi was little,did you ever think about her?

- of course i did.[exhales] well, no, i didn't, but that hadmore to do with her mother. she was a real pain in the ass. - how come? - she wanted me to...get a job,support them, yada, yada, yada. how old are you now, ten? - 12.- well, soon you'll knock up your first ghetto girland ditch her. but, you get to my age,you get perspective.

you learn to embracethe responsibilities that come with parenthood. sammi's my last chanceto get it right. - what do you mean,"get it right"? - huh? - i gotta go. - now?you're gonna miss the ceremony. - see ya. - soon as i carrythese hot rocks

into the lodge, we're ready. you okay? - my son just took off. - huh, look at my sister's kids. we're out here building atraditional fucking sweat lodge, they're in there watching tv.fuck 'em. - [laughs]- [snorts] [shouts] - move that arm!- oh!

- move that arm!- [laughs] - move that arm, move that arm! liam's breaking it down!- [laughs] - oh!- [laughs] hi! - ♪ you'll get highonce you want to ♪ - i don't care if i can't drinkor take your drugs! i got doritos!doritos are like crack! i might even snort 'em.

- ♪ you can't have any warning ♪- [laughs] well, at least robbie gotone thing right, the prick. - fiona, get your ass in here! i'm gonna show youhow to break it down! unh, unh. - coming.- oh! - ♪ you've got gum stuckin your hair ♪ [laughter, shouting] - oh, whoo!

[chattering, whooping] - okay, go on. [muffled music] hey, debs. thanks for coming with me today. - yeah, thanks for letting me. - ♪ you can have anythingyou want ♪ ♪ you can have it all ♪ ♪ if you just pullyourself together ♪

both: hey! - hey!- look at lip now! - cake, cake, cake, cake!- oh, oh! - where you been? - oh, we just ona little adventure. i'll tell youall about it later. - well, looks like somebody'sgonna get to keep their job! - oh, no shit, that's great.- mm-hmm. - fiona!

oh, my god.- what? - oh, shit.- what's on his face? - oh, my god, oh, my god,oh, my god. - step back, step back.- oh, my god. - step back.- he's not breathing! - oh, my god.- oh, my god. oh, my god, oh, my god.- liam? liam? liam? - oh, my god, call!- liam? liam?step back, give him some room.

liam? - oh, my god.- liam? - copy that.coming inbound with one child. b.p. is 200 over 120.heart rate's 130. - oh, my god, oh, my god. - what'd he take? - coke!he got into my coke. - how much?- a half gram, maybe more. i don't know.

- coming through.- he gonna be okay? he's gonna be okay,though, right? - yeah, clear the way, please. coming through! - three-year-old male,cocaine ingestion. b.p.'s 200 over 120.h.r. is 130. - he's gonna be okay, right?- started 2 milligrams of ativan, 12 minutes out. - he's gonna be okay, right?

[radio chatter] - ♪ are you still ♪ [doors close][siren wails] - i'll get the truck. [siren wailing]- thank you, great spirit, for this blessing, for the goodearth, plants, and trees. the universal lifebloodof our sweat intermingles with the watersof the world, carried to the four quartersof the planet.

we know you, healing spirit,when you are with us. your voice is the voiceof all things. you call to us--- [bullhorn] frank gallagher! - aah!- jesus christ! - wow, it's hot. hey, is frank in here? it's about his son, liam. - dad? - beat 5533,i need an ambulance.

- they won't let me back there. i was watching him at the party. i thought he was inthe living room. excuse me, liam?liam gallagher? - have a seat. someone will be outwith you in a minute. - what was that? - who's fiona? - that's me.

- put your handsbehind your back. - fiona gallagher, you havethe right to remain silent. - whoa, whoa,whoa, what's going on? - anything you saycan and will be used against youin a court of law. you have the rightto an attorney. if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you.[handcuffs click] do you understand your rightsas i've read them to you?