How the hell did that little guy kick Kirk fucking Landis's ass?
(So Mickey's out soon, yeah?)
In about a week or so if he doesn't stab anyone else. Plastic fork. Barely broke the skin but it bought him another thirty days.
(You gotta be looking forward to having Mickey home again, huh?)
... I guess?
--
Karen Jackson? After that thing with your dad?
(Sneaking antibiotics into his toothpaste just in case.)
--
Here he comes. You know you didn't have to come with me.
(Bad neighbourhood.)
We live in a bad neighbourhood.
(Yeah, but we're related to the bad people in our bad neighbourhood. Hell's he doing here? Hey Mick.)
He thought I needed protection.
(Oh yeah? Trust me, you think you know my sister? You don't know my sister til you've fought my sister. She's protecting your ass.)
You smell like barbeque sauce.
(Smell like what?)
Oh, ow! What did dad tell you?!
(Fuck the police?)
No titty-twisters now that I'm a C-cup.
(C-cup? Bitch, you wish.)
--
(Think it's possible for a guy to be called Jody and not be a douchebag?)
Ever thought about calling him chodey?
(Tool hijacked my sex buddy. Revisionist history. What? More than a sex buddy. Nah, that was just my little brain doing all the thinking while my ass was doing all the talking. You guys want to come on the icecream truck later? Can't. Volunteering at the VA.)
It's a waste of time.
(It'll look good on my Westpoint application. You know you should be figuring out how to work the system instead of playing into it. America's a meritocracy.)
They don't even make --- jobs anymore. It's all about how ???
--
Another word and I'll blow your brains all over the fucking linoleum.
--
(So. When'd you get home?)
Last night. ... He drinks and mistakes me for mom. Only once in a while, not like it's a big deal. What's that fucking look on your face? A Gallagher looking down on me? I don't think so.
(Why'd he think it was me?)
He blacks out. Forgets. Lip better keep his mouth shut.
(He will.)
I just wish the whole thing would go away.
(We can make it.)
You got six hundred dollars lying around?
(Well, we can raise it. ...the money, not the baby.)
You'd do that?
(You're my girlfriend.)
--
Why didn't you stab him?
You ride the city bus without a knife?
--
Holy shit.
How does a child rapist only get five years?
You want help? My dad always loves a good perve posse.
Hell no. I'm gonna teach you self-defense, Milkovich-style. C'mon.
--
Where'd you learn this?
(Nowhere. Just relax and enjoy.)
You been watching porn without me? Cause you know I consider that cheating.
(No. I haven't. Although I do consider that rule pretty unrealistic. I just-- thought it up. It's hot, right?)
Maybe if I was licking it off you. ...I'm hungry, trade places.
(No.)
No? Since when did you turn down a BJ? Your dick's not even hard.
(It was a sting operation. She's a pedophile! I took a picture for the cops.)
Yeah, fuck the cops. They had their chance.
--
You Blake?
(Yes?)
You're moving now, Blake. You're moving tonight.
(Excuse me?)
I don't excuse you, you sick bitch. I don't excuse you cause you're hot or cause you're blonde or cause of what you've got between your legs. Come take a look. ... See that? They're digging your grave and you want to be gone before they get down to six feet. How's it going, boys?
(Good.)
Tick-tock. Kid fucker.
--
She's my half-sister whose meth-head mother apparently died.
(You have a sister?)
Half. Wanna finish?
(... sure.)
--
(So this sister--)
Half.
(She's just waiting somewhere for your dad to go pick her up?)
In Milwaukee.
(He gonna do it?)
No.
(So you think maybe-- I don't know, maybe you should call her? Tell her he's not coming?)
No call answers that question just as good as a call does.
(So you're cool with your sister going into the foster care system?)
Well, the system's better than here.
(Says the girl who - miraculously - has never been in the system. She have any other relatives?)
Who knows? Look, it sucks but there's nothing I can do about it.
(She sounded desperate. Let's see if we can get her, let's see if we can help.)
Help how?
(I don't know, maybe locate the rest of her family?)
How are we gonna do that?
(I dont know, drive up there. Figure it out.)
In the car neither of us have?
(She's your sister.)
Half.
--
Hey Molly. It's me, Mandy. This is Lip, my... friend.
(Hey. Is daddy here?)
He's at sea. Uh. But... he sends his love. How are ya?
(Am I coming home with you?)
You never met any uncles or aunties?
--
Hey Fiona.
(This is Molly, Mandy's sister.)
... I do. Hey, Molly, bathroom?
--
Sex o'clock.
--
(I'm a dick! Mandy! I'm a dick. Can you come down? Hey.)
I'm not a tool.
(Yeah, I know. )
So you don't get to treat me like one.
(I know. Come down. Please?)
--
Who's this?
(Hey Mandy. It's Karen Jackson. I just wanted to call and say thank you for applying to colleges for Lip.)
What?
(My mom kinda sucks these days so it'll be awesome to have somewhere new to go and all I have to do is poke one hole in a condom and he'll do whatever I say. Forever. Heh. I mean, we learned that from last time.)
Fuck you.
(Oh, what, you mean like all three of us? Yeah, I could be down for that. Do you want me to ask Lip next time we do it?)
--
(What'd ya hit?)
Girl at school.
(Don't forget to check for hair behind the grill. Call Matty about the windshield.)
--
(Sorry about that.)
It happens.
(Look it's not you I just-- I can't get Karen getting hit by that car out of my mind. Hey. Hey, wait a minute. I can focus.)
I'm late for school. We can give each other head in the shed behind the football field at lunch.
(Oh, it is hard to turn down head in the shed....)
She's in a coma.
She won't even know that you're there.
You want me to come with?
--
Hey. Where were you today? I didn't see you at school.
(Something came up.)
They gave us homework over the Christmas break. You know, I told Mrs Stoltz that Jesus didn't want us celebrating his birthday by fucking reading. Want the assignments?
(Just came by to see you. Who's at the goddamn door?)
It's for me, shithead! I got some nitrous. I'll go get it.
--
Okay, I got the nitrous. Meet you outside?
('Kay. The fuck do you want?)
Really? I mean, that's all you're gonna say to him? You're a fucking pussy.
--
(Hey. Hi. Um. I got into MIT. It's a full ride. Anyway, it would've happened without you. So, um. Thank you.)
Are you gonna go?
--
(Whoa, what happened to you? Kenyatta happened.)
I'm over it, okay? Let's move on.
(I told Mickey she could stay here. And you're not going back, by the way. We'll find you some place to live. Why the fuck should she leave? It's our house.)
Why are you making such a big deal about it? Jesus.
--
Is that a shiv?
(Yep! Later. Thirteen years old and she's bringing a shiv to school. Man, I miss high school.)
--
Hey. This look okay?
(How'd you do that?)
Cover-up. Living with Terry brought out the artist in me.
--
Not the first time a boyfriend's beaten the crap outta me, but it's definitely the last.
(I hope so.)
How's your boyfriend?
(Mm, he's not.)
Sorry, I lost track.
(I have too much to do to even worry about him or the girl he's seeing, so really it's a good thing.)
The first guy who even slaps you? I want you to take that shiv and jam it in his eye, don't even let him start.
(Hm. Lip told me to go for the scrotum but the eye works too.)
--
(Hey. What, uh-- What brings you here? She's staying with us 'cause Kenyatta--)
You can spare him the details. It's temporary, so don't get your flowered panties in a knot.
(What happened to your eye?)
This. [flips him off]
--
(What the fuck is this?)
You guys hungry? ...is that a yes?
(The fuck are you doing with him?)
Having lunch.
(With this piece of shit? You wanted him dead yesterday.)
Psh, don't be dramatic.
(Mandy, he hit you. In the face.)
No. He didn't.
(Seriously?)
No, he didn't. I just said that 'cause I was angry. No, I was shitfaced and I fell.
(You fell. Yeah, okay. Alright then, clumsy feet. Enjoy your fucking spaghetti. Mandy, we need to get you out of here right now. I promised I was gonna get you someplace safe, away from him.)
Ian, let go.
(Listen, you can't stand for this, you said you weren't gonna stand for this!)
Let go!
(Mandy! What the fuck? Ian! Ian, look at me. It's cool. Everything's cool. We're leaving. Let's go.)
--
Everybody want coffee?
(Oh yes, please.)
Okay, great. We've got a special on the ??? house breakfast. It's a ham and cheese omelette. It's got sausage or bacon, grits-- Grits, um, huh, with a choice of toast and it's 4.99. Okay. Um. I'll be back to take your order.
...
(Mandy. Hey.)
You want some more coffee, sir?
(Uh. No. No, um. I didn't know you worked here.)
I'll be with your table in just a minute.
(You look great.)
You want something else? More sugar? Cream?
(No. Uh. No, we're good. ... Thank you.)
--
(And he hasn't gotten out of bed?
No. He's just-- sleeping. I can't get him up, I tried.)
Yeah, so did I.
(And what about before, what was he like?
Before? He was fine, he was happy. He's staying up all hours of the night, dancing, telling fucking jokes. He kicks my ass every day, I can't keep up with him.
We gotta get a hold of Lip. He should know.
Know what? What's wrong with him?
Uh. D-- Depression, I think?
He's depressed? What'd'you mean he's depressed-- I mean we all get fucking depressed. How the fuck can we not, living around here?
It's not that kinda depressed, okay? Look, I-- I could be wrong, but it could be bipolar disease like our mom.
Bi-- Bi-- what? What the fuck is that?)
It's... manic depression, Mick.
(It's like high highs followed by low lows over and over again. We'll get him an appointment at the clinic and we'll see what they say.)
no subject
--
How the hell did that little guy kick Kirk fucking Landis's ass?
(So Mickey's out soon, yeah?)
In about a week or so if he doesn't stab anyone else. Plastic fork. Barely broke the skin but it bought him another thirty days.
(You gotta be looking forward to having Mickey home again, huh?)
... I guess?
--
Karen Jackson? After that thing with your dad?
(Sneaking antibiotics into his toothpaste just in case.)
--
Here he comes. You know you didn't have to come with me.
(Bad neighbourhood.)
We live in a bad neighbourhood.
(Yeah, but we're related to the bad people in our bad neighbourhood.
Hell's he doing here?
Hey Mick.)
He thought I needed protection.
(Oh yeah? Trust me, you think you know my sister? You don't know my sister til you've fought my sister. She's protecting your ass.)
You smell like barbeque sauce.
(Smell like what?)
Oh, ow! What did dad tell you?!
(Fuck the police?)
No titty-twisters now that I'm a C-cup.
(C-cup? Bitch, you wish.)
--
(Think it's possible for a guy to be called Jody and not be a douchebag?)
Ever thought about calling him chodey?
(Tool hijacked my sex buddy.
Revisionist history.
What?
More than a sex buddy.
Nah, that was just my little brain doing all the thinking while my ass was doing all the talking. You guys want to come on the icecream truck later?
Can't. Volunteering at the VA.)
It's a waste of time.
(It'll look good on my Westpoint application.
You know you should be figuring out how to work the system instead of playing into it.
America's a meritocracy.)
They don't even make --- jobs anymore. It's all about how ???
--
Another word and I'll blow your brains all over the fucking linoleum.
--
(So. When'd you get home?)
Last night. ... He drinks and mistakes me for mom. Only once in a while, not like it's a big deal. What's that fucking look on your face? A Gallagher looking down on me? I don't think so.
(Why'd he think it was me?)
He blacks out. Forgets. Lip better keep his mouth shut.
(He will.)
I just wish the whole thing would go away.
(We can make it.)
You got six hundred dollars lying around?
(Well, we can raise it. ...the money, not the baby.)
You'd do that?
(You're my girlfriend.)
--
Why didn't you stab him?
You ride the city bus without a knife?
--
Holy shit.
How does a child rapist only get five years?
You want help? My dad always loves a good perve posse.
Hell no. I'm gonna teach you self-defense, Milkovich-style. C'mon.
--
Where'd you learn this?
(Nowhere. Just relax and enjoy.)
You been watching porn without me? Cause you know I consider that cheating.
(No. I haven't. Although I do consider that rule pretty unrealistic. I just-- thought it up. It's hot, right?)
Maybe if I was licking it off you. ...I'm hungry, trade places.
(No.)
No? Since when did you turn down a BJ? Your dick's not even hard.
(It was a sting operation. She's a pedophile! I took a picture for the cops.)
Yeah, fuck the cops. They had their chance.
--
You Blake?
(Yes?)
You're moving now, Blake. You're moving tonight.
(Excuse me?)
I don't excuse you, you sick bitch. I don't excuse you cause you're hot or cause you're blonde or cause of what you've got between your legs. Come take a look. ... See that? They're digging your grave and you want to be gone before they get down to six feet. How's it going, boys?
(Good.)
Tick-tock. Kid fucker.
--
She's my half-sister whose meth-head mother apparently died.
(You have a sister?)
Half. Wanna finish?
(... sure.)
--
(So this sister--)
Half.
(She's just waiting somewhere for your dad to go pick her up?)
In Milwaukee.
(He gonna do it?)
No.
(So you think maybe-- I don't know, maybe you should call her? Tell her he's not coming?)
No call answers that question just as good as a call does.
(So you're cool with your sister going into the foster care system?)
Well, the system's better than here.
(Says the girl who - miraculously - has never been in the system. She have any other relatives?)
Who knows? Look, it sucks but there's nothing I can do about it.
(She sounded desperate. Let's see if we can get her, let's see if we can help.)
Help how?
(I don't know, maybe locate the rest of her family?)
How are we gonna do that?
(I dont know, drive up there. Figure it out.)
In the car neither of us have?
(She's your sister.)
Half.
--
Hey Molly. It's me, Mandy. This is Lip, my... friend.
(Hey.
Is daddy here?)
He's at sea. Uh. But... he sends his love. How are ya?
(Am I coming home with you?)
You never met any uncles or aunties?
--
Hey Fiona.
(This is Molly, Mandy's sister.)
... I do. Hey, Molly, bathroom?
--
Sex o'clock.
--
(I'm a dick! Mandy! I'm a dick. Can you come down? Hey.)
I'm not a tool.
(Yeah, I know. )
So you don't get to treat me like one.
(I know. Come down. Please?)
--
Who's this?
(Hey Mandy. It's Karen Jackson. I just wanted to call and say thank you for applying to colleges for Lip.)
What?
(My mom kinda sucks these days so it'll be awesome to have somewhere new to go and all I have to do is poke one hole in a condom and he'll do whatever I say. Forever. Heh. I mean, we learned that from last time.)
Fuck you.
(Oh, what, you mean like all three of us? Yeah, I could be down for that. Do you want me to ask Lip next time we do it?)
--
(What'd ya hit?)
Girl at school.
(Don't forget to check for hair behind the grill. Call Matty about the windshield.)
--
(Sorry about that.)
It happens.
(Look it's not you I just-- I can't get Karen getting hit by that car out of my mind. Hey. Hey, wait a minute. I can focus.)
I'm late for school. We can give each other head in the shed behind the football field at lunch.
(Oh, it is hard to turn down head in the shed....)
She's in a coma.
She won't even know that you're there.
You want me to come with?
--
Hey. Where were you today? I didn't see you at school.
(Something came up.)
They gave us homework over the Christmas break. You know, I told Mrs Stoltz that Jesus didn't want us celebrating his birthday by fucking reading. Want the assignments?
(Just came by to see you.
Who's at the goddamn door?)
It's for me, shithead! I got some nitrous. I'll go get it.
--
Okay, I got the nitrous. Meet you outside?
('Kay.
The fuck do you want?)
Really? I mean, that's all you're gonna say to him? You're a fucking pussy.
--
(Hey. Hi. Um. I got into MIT. It's a full ride. Anyway, it would've happened without you. So, um. Thank you.)
Are you gonna go?
--
(Whoa, what happened to you?
Kenyatta happened.)
I'm over it, okay? Let's move on.
(I told Mickey she could stay here. And you're not going back, by the way. We'll find you some place to live.
Why the fuck should she leave? It's our house.)
Why are you making such a big deal about it? Jesus.
--
Is that a shiv?
(Yep! Later.
Thirteen years old and she's bringing a shiv to school.
Man, I miss high school.)
--
Hey. This look okay?
(How'd you do that?)
Cover-up. Living with Terry brought out the artist in me.
--
Not the first time a boyfriend's beaten the crap outta me, but it's definitely the last.
(I hope so.)
How's your boyfriend?
(Mm, he's not.)
Sorry, I lost track.
(I have too much to do to even worry about him or the girl he's seeing, so really it's a good thing.)
The first guy who even slaps you? I want you to take that shiv and jam it in his eye, don't even let him start.
(Hm. Lip told me to go for the scrotum but the eye works too.)
--
(Hey. What, uh-- What brings you here?
She's staying with us 'cause Kenyatta--)
You can spare him the details. It's temporary, so don't get your flowered panties in a knot.
(What happened to your eye?)
This. [flips him off]
--
(What the fuck is this?)
You guys hungry? ...is that a yes?
(The fuck are you doing with him?)
Having lunch.
(With this piece of shit? You wanted him dead yesterday.)
Psh, don't be dramatic.
(Mandy, he hit you. In the face.)
No. He didn't.
(Seriously?)
No, he didn't. I just said that 'cause I was angry. No, I was shitfaced and I fell.
(You fell.
Yeah, okay. Alright then, clumsy feet. Enjoy your fucking spaghetti.
Mandy, we need to get you out of here right now. I promised I was gonna get you someplace safe, away from him.)
Ian, let go.
(Listen, you can't stand for this, you said you weren't gonna stand for this!)
Let go!
(Mandy!
What the fuck?
Ian! Ian, look at me. It's cool. Everything's cool. We're leaving. Let's go.)
--
Everybody want coffee?
(Oh yes, please.)
Okay, great. We've got a special on the ??? house breakfast. It's a ham and cheese omelette. It's got sausage or bacon, grits-- Grits, um, huh, with a choice of toast and it's 4.99. Okay. Um. I'll be back to take your order.
...
(Mandy. Hey.)
You want some more coffee, sir?
(Uh. No. No, um. I didn't know you worked here.)
I'll be with your table in just a minute.
(You look great.)
You want something else? More sugar? Cream?
(No. Uh. No, we're good. ... Thank you.)
--
(And he hasn't gotten out of bed?
No. He's just-- sleeping. I can't get him up, I tried.)
Yeah, so did I.
(And what about before, what was he like?
Before? He was fine, he was happy. He's staying up all hours of the night, dancing, telling fucking jokes. He kicks my ass every day, I can't keep up with him.
We gotta get a hold of Lip. He should know.
Know what? What's wrong with him?
Uh. D-- Depression, I think?
He's depressed? What'd'you mean he's depressed-- I mean we all get fucking depressed. How the fuck can we not, living around here?
It's not that kinda depressed, okay? Look, I-- I could be wrong, but it could be bipolar disease like our mom.
Bi-- Bi-- what? What the fuck is that?)
It's... manic depression, Mick.
(It's like high highs followed by low lows over and over again. We'll get him an appointment at the clinic and we'll see what they say.)