Shameless – S11E01 – This is Chicago! – Transcript

Life during the pandemic: Frank fears gentrification, Kev and V get creative at the Alibi. Lip and Tami make their new house a home. Carl finishes the police academy. Debbie becomes her own boss. Ian and Mickey's honeymoon phase is over.
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Shameless - S11E01 - This is Chicago!

Original air date: December 6, 2020

 

 

[urine trickling]

Well, well, well, look who’s back. Where the hell you been? At home, sitting on your asses, practicing social distancing? Washing your hands 20 times a day while us essential workers risked our lives making sure you have enough toilet paper and wheat flour for your sourdough?

[indistinct announcement over P.A. system]

What a bunch of pussies. And now y-you can’t remember what happened last season on Shameless? [scoffs] Get out of here. Go on, get. Get! I will piss on your leg. I’ll piss on your leg.

[door slams]


[Rock music playing]

♫ 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? ♫

[Rousing orchestral music]

[narrator] Chicago, the city of broad shoulders,the Windy City, a city with a multitude of voices, languages, and a vibrant history. From the four corners of the Earth, people come to the city on the lake to work and help create a truly modern metropolis.

[Frank] Yep, from all four corners of the Earth, all right. Polacks and krauts and dagos and the lowest of the low, the Irish… Starving spud famine refugees, like us Gallaghers.

[Upbeat rock music]

Every important moment in Chicago history, a Gallagher was there. The Chicago Fire, Mrs. O’Leary’s cow, that was Great-Great-Grandma Gallagher’s Holstein.

[cow moos]

The union stockyard workers, the poor bastards butchering 6,000 steers a day, covered in blood and shit, all Gallaghers. The Black Sox score-fixing scandal, a Gallagher. No, he wasn’t a player. He was a gambler. Set the whole thing up. Made a bundle. Prohibition, Capone, you think it was all Italians? Hell no. It was Gallaghers that provided the homicidal muscle. The riots at the Democratic Convention in ’68, yep, that was me. Part of the Chicago Eight.

[Alan] The Chicago Eight? I thought it was the Chicago Seven.

It was eight. I was at a White Castle getting burgers for Abbie and the guys when the pigs broke in. So they only took seven and put ’em on trial. Where we’re standing, right here, on Ashland Avenue, there were 20 bars on this block 100 years ago, each and every one of ’em owned by a Gallagher. Now we got three hipster coffee shops. It was seven before the COVID took down the weak. Chinamen did us a favor with that virus. Who the hell needs seven coffee shops? Hey, do you know why they call this part of the South Side Back of the Yards?

Sure, it was right behind the…

No, no, not because it was behind the stockyards, because it was the back of the Gallagher yards. Every single house owned by a Gallagher.

Is any of this true?

[slurping]

Is any of this true? The Gallaghers built Chicago single-handedly. Come on, I’ll take you to Leavitt Street. I’ll show you the tenement where Paddy Gallagher wrote The Jungle.


[baby crying]

[Tami moans]

[sighs]

Oh, no, no. Let him cry.

[sighs] He’s teething.

[Tami groans]

The hell does he need teeth for anyway?

I don’t know.

[crying continues]

[Tami groans]

We could drug him.

Break up a downer or something.

Frank used to rub whiskey on our gums.

[laughs]

Then he’d dump us in the tub.

Without water, I hope.

Not always.

[Tami sighing] I think I’m gonna die.

 [laughs]

Can you die from lack of sleep?

[crying continues]

Oh, my God. Okay. I’ll get him. You start coffee.

Okay.

[crying continues]

[vocalizing]

[tapping]

[Light rock music]

Hey, where’s the Mr. Coffee?

Oh, I bought us a French press at an eviction yard sale.

What?

It’s by the stove. Just add hot water. There’s a new bag of coffee in the fridge.

Huh.

Hey, um, maybe we need to try something else, you know, with Fred teething.

[Tami sighs] Yeah? Like what?

I don’t know, we could do, uh, I don’t know, one night on, one night off. You know, one of us stays at my old house or your dad’s, gets a good night’s sleep while the other one stays here. We could, uh, trade off, you know?

Okay. Dibs first night.

Who got evicted?

Aniya, that girl who was working at the beauty supply shop on Ashland.

Is that the one that, uh, bellied up?

Oh, my God. Yeah, yeah. One of many. Hey, I need you to run some errands for me today… Grocery, paint store. Is that a problem?

No. Glad to.

[Lip] Mm.

I’m gonna go brush my teeth.

That’s a good idea.

[baby squeals]

[Lip sighs]


[Rock music]

Stop!

[church bell tolls]

[dog barking]

[siren chirps]

[Carl] Got you, fucker.

[grunts]

[Carl exhaling heavily]

Outstanding, Gallagher.

Thank you, sir.

Why didn’t you shoot him?

I knew I could catch him, sir.

Uncuff him. Give me the gun.

[handcuffs ratcheting]

[chuckles]

That’s how it’s done, cadets. Never shoot a suspect in the back. You wait for ’em to turn around, and then you shoot ’em in the face.

Good to know, sir.


[electric razor buzzing]

Why are you shaving your head?

‘Cause I’m goin’ bald.

But you’re bald now, Kev.

Exactly. Now no one will know I was going bald. Science.

Should I just pour the weed right in?

Yeah, I think so.

Go see if those gummies are setting up right.

They need a few more minutes.

Hey, no sampling the product.

Excellent, Gemma. Nice and tight. Amy, good, but a little less product in the next one, okay?

Kev, what are the girls doing?

Their tiny fingers are perfect. Look, this is why they used little kids to dig stuff out of machinery back in the old days.

They outlawed that, Kev. It’s called child labor.

Well, we’re a family business now. We all need to pull our own weight.

No. Girls, go finish getting ready for school, and don’t forget your masks.

I was gonna have ’em wash their hands when they were done.

Girls, wash your hands. Did you pick up the display case?

Yeah, it’s in the truck. Isn’t this exciting? Legal weed in Chicago? Can you believe it? Remember Diego, my roommate from the group home, the one with the glass eye? He got 20 years. Now we can just sell it right out in the open.

Not out in the open. We’re not licensed yet. And we’re supposed to be closed anyway. Amy?

Gemma. Girl’s got a gift.


[door squeaks, slams]

[footsteps approaching]

Mm, morning Mr. Milkovich.

Morning, Mr. Gallagher.

Five times last night. I’m feeling kinda raw. How about you, stud?

I could go another five right now.

Mm

Mm-hmm.

Some big talk. You ready to back it up?

Gotta get to work.

Call in sick.

We need the paycheck.

All right. Your loss. Hey, you making breakfast for both of us?

No. Didn’t know you were gonna get up. You didn’t get up yesterday.

Well, throw some more bread in that bitch.

Sorry, I only make toast for husbands who have jobs.

Good thing I have a job.

No, you have a laundromat owner who’s terrified you’re gonna smash his face into a dryer again.

Exactly. I’m sure he’d write you fake paystubs to give to your parole officer if I asked him.

That’s not the point. We need more money coming in.

All right. Fine, I’ll hit the Stop & Shop on Rush.

Hey, no. I don’t wanna be some sad-ass prison widow catching a bus to Stateville every weekend.

No? Want me to get some shitty-ass minimum-wage job like you, hauling boxes around a warehouse? No.

There aren’t many other jobs left around here, Mick. It’s either Amazon or digging graves. Until you decide to do one or the other, my shitty minimum-wage job is the only money we got coming in. And the bills are piling up.

Uh-huh.

Okay, fine. I’ll start digging into the wedding present money instead of saving it to get our own place.

Do what you gotta do, lover. Me, I’m gonna go take an ice bath. My asshole’s on fire.


Just not right. I mean, Julia’s only ten months younger than me. Why do I have to plead guilty and wear this fuckin’ ankle bracelet and do all that community service when Carl did the exact same thing with Julia but they didn’t arrest him?

Well, not exactly the same thing. He wasn’t banging Julia and her mom at the same time.

No, that judge just hates lesbians. I mean, did you see the way that he looked at me, at Julia? It was disgust.

[Sandy] Mm, I don’t know. He seemed pretty into it to me, especially when, uh, Julia was describing how you used to go down on her for hours.

[Debbie scoffs] It’s looking good, sweetie. Okay, it’s time to get ready for school. No more Zoom. Real school. Let’s put your shoes on.

How long do you think it’ll be before the school shuts down again this time? I bet a week.

UPS just dropped this off.

[gasps] It came!

What is it?

Gotta put ’em on.

Put what on?

Let’s go.

Energetic music

Hmm. What do you think?

Everything?

Welding, plumbing, carpentry, household repairs.

[chuckles] I mean, it could have multiple meanings.

What?

[both laugh]

Liam, no.

Hello, Debbie Does Everything? Um, I’ve got a rusty pipe. You think you could shine it up for me?

[scoffs] Look at my truck. That doesn’t tell you that I’m a handyman?

Debbie Does Everything? My sewer line is clogged. Can you please come over and plunge it for me?

[Upbeat music]

Huh.


You see that house with the “For Sale” sign? The Sons of Columbus burned a cross in the yard the first night the Jacksons moved in. But the Jacksons were tough. Used to be sharecroppers in Alabama. A racist bonfire didn’t scare them. Mr. Jackson died of the ‘VID last spring. He was a janitor over at Mercy. [slurping] Getting a little dry here, laddie. My memory elixir! Hey… thanks for caring for what I have to say, by the way.

Well, you’re the only person who responded to my flyer.

[Frank laughs] “Units start as low as $170,000.” Time was, you could’ve bought a whole block down here for that much money. Everything’s changing. The Prius crowd is moving in, taking advantage of the folks who lost their jobs in the Corona hoax.

Oh, hey, girl!

Hey!

Let’s go over by the park. I’ll show you where the best crack house in Chicago used to be, see if any of the old gang’s still around.


[Bright music]

Okay, Franny. Remember, no hugging anybody.

[Debbie] They say anything about going back to alternating days, yet?

[man] Jesus, I hope not. Boss won’t let me bring Tommy to work anymore.

[Debbie] Who’s the new guy?

Uh, Barry.

[Debbie] What’d he do?

[man, exhales] Rapist, I think. Yeah, he just got out. His son’s kinda cute, though. He’s the spiky-haired one right there in the Slayer shirt, you see him?

[Barry] Hey, Slash! Anyone gives you shit, I just want you to punch ’em in the throat like I showed you.

[Debbie] Barry, you’re over the line, man.

The fuck’d you say?

That line… It’s exactly 500 feet from the school’s entrance. If you cross it, the cops could bust you.

Oh. Okay. Thanks. Appreciate it.

Yeah. Debbie, misdemeanor… Statutory rape. But she was only ten months younger than me.

Barry, statutory two, with felony. But hey, she looked 20.

[Upbeat rock music]

I love you, Franny. Remember, no hugging the other kids.


IOUs?

[water bubbling]

What the fuck is this? I go to get our money for the utilities out of our wedding cash, and all I find is IOUs. You spent all our money from the wedding?

Relax, you know I’m good for it.

That’s not the point. It’s not your money. It’s our money.

Okay, so I spent some of our money.

On what?

I don’t know. Stuff.

It’s-it’s not your money to spend. We decided we were saving it to get our own place.

No, no. You decided we were saving it to get our own place. I said we should use the wedding money for us to have some fuckin’ fun.

Yeah, one of us has certainly been having some fuckin’ fun.

Oh, quit being a bitch. I’ll pay it back.

Oh. We’re supposed to be making these decisions together.

Okay, so can I use some of our money to buy a beer?

One beer.

Sure. One beer.

Yes.

Great. So what about lube?

Can I use our money to buy lube? You’re the one who likes that expensive strawberry shit. I’m good with spit. What about your meds? Ain’t cheap. That comin’ out of your money or our money or is that coming out of…

There isn’t any your money or my money, there’s only our money. That’s what happens when you get married.

Sure.

[“Only Darkness” by Moves playing]

I gotta get to work.


[distant sirens]

[dogs barking]

[sighs]

[door clicks opens]

[sighs] Okay, I’m off. You have a good day with Daddy, all right? I thought you were gonna fix the wheel on that jogger yesterday.

Yeah, no. I got caught up with this.

Okay, well, do it, and take Fred for a run. Fresh air’s supposed to help babies sleep at night. And then I need you to go by the paint store and pick up four gallons of this: Seafoam Morning Mist.

Mm-hmm.

And then can you swing by Voodoo Java and get me a skinny grande latte with extra foam and drop it by the salon? I’ve got ten clients today, and I am not gonna make it without my midday caffeine. So how much did we pay for this?

It’s a ’47 Chief.

Mm-hmm.

3 grand.

Just ’cause things are tight, you know, the salon was closed for a long time, your hours being cut back at the shop, so…

Voodoo Java?

I know, but it’s so good.

Well, you know, this’ll be worth, I mean, around 12 when I’m done, maybe even more.

Mm. All right.

Yeah.

[Tami] Bye.

Both: Muah.

Don’t forget to wear your mask. I don’t wanna get that shit again.

Ha.

I made a big mistake, son. See, I rented this house without asking your mommy first, and now I’m basically her bitch.

[Fred babbles]


[low background chatter]

Gallagher, you ready for this afternoon, cadet?

Sir.

Department’s counting on you.

I won’t let you down.

Don’t let that oath mess ya up.

Sir?

Yeah, you know, the truth, the whole truth, nothin’ but the truth… [chuckles] It’s all bullshit. You just tell the judge what they need to hear to convict. The bastard’s guilty as hell.

Roger that.

I’m, uh, I’m aware your academy application included several irregularities.

Irregularities, sir?

Your age, your IQ score. But with the loss of so many officers to the ‘rona, the bosses are willing to put you on the street, as long as you do the right thing today.

I will, sir.

It’s not a tough call to give you a badge. You’re number one in your class in firearms, choke holds, baton beatings.

Well, what about my classroom work, sir? You know, state laws, criminal statutes? I’m kind of a slow reader.

Dead last.

[sighs]

But, hey, you don’t have to be an Einstein to wear the blue. Bustin’ heads is a man’s job, and you are a natural born ass kicker. So you go in that courtroom this afternoon and kick ass. Huh?

Yes, sir.


[Rock music]

♫ I like making bad decisions ♫

That’s right, Jamie. Keep those ropes movin’. Your rhomboids are loving it. Back straight. Engage those abs. That’s it, Celeste. [growls] That’s two more laps. You got this. All right, listen up, kombucha drinkers. The Alibi has special prices for all your cannabis needs. Sore muscles? Anxiety ’cause you’re not getting enough likes for your most recent adorable puppy post? The Alibi’s got two-for-one deals on all spliffs for anyone wearing a Kev Fit t-shirt, which are for sale right over there on that tire. What the hell are you doing, Dash? Get your overeducated ass up and give me another 50 mailbox presses. Jesus, man. Are you all right?

It’s my crypto.

Your what?

My Bitcoin. It’s down 30, and I was using it to leverage my Tether and my Ethereum.

I have no idea what you just said.

[sighs] Oil futures gutted my portfolio last spring. So if there’s another two-point drop on my cryptos, I’ll have to cover a margin call.

So that’s bad.

It’s fucking Death Star Order of the Sith Korriban invasion exploding planet bad, man! I’ll-I’ll have to call my-my dad.

I got you. Come on.

Okay.

[Acid rock continues]

[knocks in “shave and a haircut” rhythm]

[door hinges squeak, door closes]

Blue Dream. Yellow Sunflower. Purple Haze. Our five-year-old daughter Gemma rolled those herself.

[sighs]

Pink Peppermint. Mama’s Mocha. Gorilla… although, I don’t recommend Gorilla for a beginner like you.

Oh, I’m not a beginner. I smoked a lot of weed in college.

College weed, not the same thing.

Where’d you go to college?

Kenyon.

Where the fuck is Kenyon?

Ohio.

[scoffs]

[laughs] Yeah, you’re a rookie. Stick with the gummies and the baked goods. V baked these brownies herself this morning.

Ooh, I love brownies.

You’ve had these kind of brownies?

No, but they look delicious.

They have a kick. You gotta make sure you have someplace safe to sit after you eat one.

One brownie? Jesus, potheads are a bunch of pussies. I knocked back 15 tequila shots at my nephew’s weird socially distant wedding last week, and was fine driving home.

Fifteen?

You check the grill of your car the next morning to make sure there wasn’t blood and hanks of hair?

What’s a socially distanced wedding like?

Stupid. It was one person per pew, and the bride and groom kissed each other with their masks on. Like they’re not just gonna go back to the Honeymoon Hotel and bang boots. Okay, weed is for old hippies and cancer patients. Real men drink. Taylor Swift over there needs a shot of JB, not gummies.

I-I tried weed when Grammy had some for her glaucoma. Made me sleepy.

Aw, this isn’t your grammy’s weed, Kermit. Glaucoma weed is a Prius. This is a Ferrari at Daytona weed.

[banging on door]

We’re closed.

[banging continues]

City of Chicago says all bars are closed until further notice.

[banging rapidly]

Go, go, go, go, go! Hide in the back. This is what we practiced.

We are absolutely complying with the mayor’s very smart decision to close all bars and taverns.

[banging continues]

[Frantic rock music]

[door opens]

♫ Distractions all around ♫

[Frank] What’s up?

Oh, my…

The fuck, Kev?

Come on.

Hail ‘rona survivors. What-where is everyone?

Fuck, Frank? You were supposed to use the secret knock on the door in the gym.

What? No, no. I heard somewhere bars are open again.

Three weeks ago, maybe. Mayor shut us all down again on Tuesday.

Well, who the hell can keep track? And excuse me, but fuck the mayor. He has no authority to tread upon my rights as a free American male to drink my favorite brew in the tavern of my choice.

The mayor is a she, and she has every right to do it, and has. Come on out, everyone. It’s just Frank.

[laughs] There they are. Do you want to…

[Veronica] False alarm, everybody.

Uh, this is-this is Brad. He’s making a major film about me.

Actually, my name is Alan. I’m a graduate student at Lake Forest.

Holy shit. What the hell is that? Have I finally arrived at Mecca after a long pilgrimage?

Hands off, Frank. We’re not offering credit on cannabis products. Payment up front only.

Lake Forest? The hell are you doing all the way down here?

My doctoral dissertation is on neighborhoods in transition due to the economic displacement caused by the pandemic.

[Veronica] Well, you’ve come to the right place. Lots of economic displacement and transition going on around here.

[Frank] Gentrification, my friends. The ten percenters gobbling up what’s left of the working man’s dreams when he’s down and out. Felled by a tiny, lifeless microbe. We’re the last of the Mohicans. Chicago aboriginals struggling to preserve a vanishing culture.

[Alan] Actually, there were aboriginal cultures here before us. The Miami and the Kickapoo tribes.

Also Gallaghers. Kev, could we? Oh, shit, I… pay the man.

Do you take Venmo?

Hell no.

[exhales] Holy shit.

[thud]

Gorilla?

Yep.

Ohio. [laughter]


[banging]

Hey, Mrs. Lionetti, I’m almost done.

Leave. Now.

Huh? I’m almost finished.

Seven?

Seven what?

She was seven years old?

Who was seven years old?

If my Tony were still alive, he’d take you down to the lake, shoot you, and push you in for the fish.

What are you talking about?

I got a notification. I checked the website.

What website?

The sex offender website. And your picture is on it. This is you, right?


[Upbeat music]

♫ I was off and runnin’ ♫

♫ I never saw it comin’ ♫

♫ But sometimes all the moves that you make ♫

♫ Start to shake all the meaning from before ♫

♫ I was up and comin’ ♫

♫ I never stop for nothin’ ♫

♫ But then she ripped my heart from my chest ♫

Hey, Hassan, coffee still fresh?

Four hours old.

That’s good enough.

♫ Oh, oh, oh ♫

Gimme one sec.

♫ Oh, oh, oh ♫

♫ Hella sweet ♫

That still a buck?

Yep.

Here you go.

Thank you.

$5.49? Jesus.

♫ Hella sweet ♫

♫ Oh, oh, oh ♫

♫ Hella sweet ♫


He spent all our wedding money on God knows what. Isn’t marriage supposed to be about communication? Compromise? Agreed upon mutual fuckin’ goals? How’s that supposed to happen when one person in the marriage just goes off and does whatever the hell he wants without telling the other person what he’s doing?

Sounds just like me and my first husband, Juan. No communication.

[Ian] He sits around the house all day like we’re not in the worst economy since the Depression. Says we’re still on our honeymoon.

How long you been married?

Six months. What’s he expect us to live on? The bills are piling up.

[coworker] Marriage is hard. You should’ve worked that shit out before you tied the knot. Once you’re married, it’s already too late.


[Upbeat music]

♫ Let me show you somethin’ ♫

♫ It’s on the scene ♫

♫ A new wave, 360 degrees ♫

♫ Above the power ♫

♫ The power of me ♫

♫ Me as in he, and she, and we ♫

♫ Yeah, you got the news ♫

♫ There’s something in the air ♫

♫ There’s something in the air ♫

[door opens]

Thanks, Teri.

Hey.

Hi. Look at you. You fixed the jogger.

Yeah.

Hello, baby of mine. Hi. Wow. You’re sweating.

I did five miles.

[chuckles] [gasps] Thank God. You’re my savior.

And, uh, two packets raw sugar, right?

Yes. Thanks.

Here you go.

Did you go by the paint store yet?

I’m heading there next.

Oh. Where’s my foam?

Oh, uh, you know, it must’ve gotten all mixed in, you know, when I was running.

Oh. Oh, God. Delicious. Thank you.

Both: Muah.

Oh. [inhales sharply]

[laughs]


Seven! It says Julia was seven years old, not 17.

[laughs]

It’s not fuckin’ funny. Everybody’s gonna think I’m a child molester.

Well, you sort of are.

It’s got my address, my social security number, my email. God damn it. I’m lucky if the neighborhood moms don’t show up out front tonight with torches to hang me from the playground swing set.

Okay, it’s probably not that big of a deal. Look at all these other guys.

What?

All these little dots on the map are sex offenders in the area.

[Debbie] Jesus. There must be 100 of them. What the fuck is wrong with people? Hey, that’s Mr. Mosier down the block. I knew it. He was always way too into Halloween.

[Sandy] Nice picture, though.

[scoffs]

You’re sexy. I mean, look at that cleavage.

Yeah, I do look pretty hot.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, shit. Who the hell is gonna hire me now?


I told Lieutenant Rucker I was undercover, but he said I wasn’t undercover. But I was. Which is why I’m here today.

What were you asked to do in that house, Mr. Gallagher?

[clears throat] Empty my bowels, ma’am.

So, defecate?

[sighs] I did not defecate. I took a shit.

[clears throat] Can you point to the man who told you to take that shit?

That’s him, ma’am.

Please let the record show Mr. Gallagher identified the defendant, Otis Grange.

Mr. Winston.

So, Mr. Gallagher, you’re a police cadet, are you not?

Yes, sir.

And you’re 19 years old?

Almost 20, sir.

And how exactly did you get a spot at the Chicago Police Academy at such a tender age?

Tender? [scoffs] I’m not tender, sir. I work out. I can bench 240.

[Winston] Good for you. Did anyone promise you a spot at the police academy in exchange for your testimony against my client today?

Sir, if you were to work garbage duty in Chicago for six months, you’d deserve a spot, too.

Is that a no?

Garbage in Chicago is dirty, sir. Very dirty.

So no quid pro quo.

Squid pro what?

Were you told that you could enter the police academy two years early in exchange for your testimony? And let me remind you that you have taken an oath in this court to tell the truth, and only the truth, so help you God.

No, sir. I got into the academy because they know I’m gonna be a great police officer.

You understand, Mr. Gallagher, that lying under oath is perjury, punishable by up to five years in state prison.

Are you calling me a liar, sir? Why? Because I grew up poor on the South Side? Because my father is a drunk and my mother was a junkie? Because I’m not as smart as you and you can humiliate me using big words I don’t know. I got into the academy because they know when we roll up on a gun fight, I’ll be the one running towards the shooting, not away from it. They know when a 911 call comes in and it’s some bastard scumbag pistol-whipping a little girl, trying to steal her pink bicycle, that I’ll be there, ready to take a bullet in the face.

[Upbeat music]


O… kay. There you go. Hey, man.

[Lip] Yo, Flavio.

Hey.

I didn’t know you worked here. I thought you were still at Rowdy’s Chicken.

Yeah, yeah, Rowdy’s closed for good, man. I survived the first shutdown, but not the second one. So my uncle got me a job here. He’s afraid of my mom.

We all are. She drinking again?

Yeah. Waving that gun around.

[Lip] Oh, yeah.

Yeah. That your kid?

Uh, yeah, that’s Fred. Oh, he’s sleeping. Hey, look, you got, uh, this Seafoam Morning Mist?

Uh, sure, yeah. The Monticello Collection. Supposed to be the colors Thomas Jefferson created for Monticello.

No kidding. Jefferson, huh?

Yeah, it’s probably bullshit, but the PBR crowd eats it up. It’s pricey, though.

Yeah? How pricey?

Uh, how many you need?

I don’t know, four gallons.

Set you back a little over a hundie with tax.

Ooh.

Yeah.

Um… Hey, what about these?

[Flavio] Paint the yoga mat ladies buy and then return ’cause they say it didn’t match the sample book.

Got any blues?

Mm, probably.

Mm, hmm…

[Lip] Hey. Oh, wait, what about this one?

Ah, no, they’re not the same.

Ah, it’s close enough.

You got another one of these blues?

Uh…

Yeah, yeah.

[Lip] All right, great. Now we just need two more.

That’s not bad.

Hey, what do you think about those?

And blend together in the mixer, [hits can] pour the mixed paint back into the cans.

You write Seafoam Morning Mist on those cans, there’s an extra tenner in it for you, all right?

Deal.

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, we’re all set, okay, bud? We’re almost outta here, all right?


You check to make sure he’s still breathing?

I think he wet his pants.

Where the hell’d you get that?

[Frank] On the floor. Joe College didn’t finish it. Pretty good shit. I’d give it four puffs.

[woman] How’s the Blue Dream?

Mm.

“You’ll float on a downy bank of clouds on a bright summer’s day.”

The Pink Peppermint?

“Hints of an herb garden, Alice in Wonderland, and the Mad Hatter.”

[woman] What flavor are the gummies, lime?

[Kevin] Mm-hmm.

Jesus, where the fuck are we? Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory?

What about the Purple Haze? Is it really strong?

Uh, I’m not too sure about that one. We just got that one in. But our daughter Gemma… She’s five… She rolled those herself.

Oh.

Maybe I could be of some help. Why don’t you order one of each, and I can sample them for you and then rate them on my worldrenowned Gallagher Puff Scale?

Puff Scale?

One puff being a glass of rosé on a warm, summery day. Five puffs being you wake up naked in an alley with something stuck in your ass, no idea where the fuck you are. [laughs]

Leave the customers alone, Frank.

Two Pink Peppermints and ten gummies, please.

[Tommy] Christ. Do we really need another legal intoxicating substance? That shit’s a gateway drug.

[Frank laughs] Weed? We’re 20 years into the next century, Nancy Reagan. It’s really a question of personal freedom. Why is it any of your damn business if I choose to smoke a fat one after dinner? Or shoot up in the privacy of my local Denny’s bathroom? It’s my life. My body, my choice.

[Veronica] Your problem, Tommy, is you think knocking back boilermakers while your ass is stuck on that stool is something that all red-blooded white American males are supposed to do, while smoking weed is a Black folk thing. The only reason why marijuana’s been illegal for the last hundred years is because poor Black people in the ghetto were smoking it. Marijuana prosecution was criminalized racism. Now that white people decided they like smoking it, it has to be made legal. Can’t make lily white kids go to prison for having a couple of blunts.

That’s it. That’s how we stop it. We’ve been getting gentrified because it’s gotten too safe down here. The murder rate was at an all-time low before the ‘VID, right? Rich people weren’t afraid to move down here. But now that we’ve had a few good riots, burned a few bougie stores, I’ll bet you the gentrifiers are gettin’ nervous. All we gotta do is make the Yards dangerous again. Make sure the murder rate is rising. Spill some blood.

What? We have to shoot people?

No, no, not just any people. The right people. Shoot a couple of Millennials, like Alan here. Oh, ho, the gentrifiers would be on the first Uber back to Bucktown.

[scattered laughs]

It’s a little extreme, don’t you think?

Well, you don’t have to kill him. Just wound them. Get on the news. Make the South Side dangerous again. That’s the Chicago I loved. A lot of bleeding.

Well, I should probably get going.

Oh, hey! It was so great meeting you.

[Veronica] Take care!

Not that door. Back door. Don’t be a stranger.

[Dash laughs]

He sure acts like he’s having a pretty great time. Hey, you know, we should try it.

No thanks. I’m not a loser.

It’s great for the immune system. Also the libido. I’ve had epic sex on weed.

If you don’t wanna smoke it, why not try a brownie?

[Veronica] They’re all-natural and delicious, too.

Who doesn’t love a brownie?

Okay, one brownie.

Tommy?

Nope.

Mmm, these are delicious.

Come on. What are you, chicken?

Chicken? A-are we in second grade?

[all clucking]

[sighs] Fine. Oh, God. Fine, gimme the damn brownie.

[all cheering]

[Funky music]

Not bad.

Oh! Hey, if you’re giving free samples, can I…


 ♫ Oh, I’m bang, bang, bangin’ on the door ♫

 ♫ Bang, bang, bangin’ on the door ♫

 ♫ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♫

Going down, sir?

He’s going down. Congratulations, Gallagher. You’re gonna get to be one of the best of the best, a goddamn Chicago police officer.

 ♫ Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ♫

Thank you, sir.


[tool clanking]

[door opens]

Hey.

Hey. Shh.

Naptime?

[Lip] Yeah. Now he sleeps. He’ll be up all night later. He’s teething.

Have you tried Frank’s whiskey trick with the tub?

I’m pretty sure that’s considered bad parenting now.

I’m pretty sure that was considered bad parenting then.

What’s up?

Oh, the whole [sighs] marriage thing is harder than it looks. Do you and Tami share your money?

We’re not married.

You say so. So how do you handle your cash? Do you put it all together, or just some of it, or what?

Here, hold this wrench, will you?

Yeah.

The money? Uh… Uh, I guess Tami kinda runs things.

So you just give her all your money and that’s it?

We don’t really have enough money to worry about it. But, uh, truth is, I don’t really care much about money. And she cares a lot. Me and you, we never had much of anything growing up, and we always managed to get by, right?

Barely.

Lemme see. Tami, she always had enough. Ever since this pandemic, she’s worried we won’t. It’s weird how people with money are always afraid of losing it and all poor people can think about is spending it.

[grunts]

But do you decide what you’re gonna spend money on together?

Well, there’s really not much to decide. We’re, uh, pretty much broke at the end of the month. Why? You and Mick having some money troubles?

Yeah, I make it, and he doesn’t.

[Lip] What, you didn’t wanna talk about any of that stuff before you got married?

I figured we just agreed on how things were gonna work.

Guess not, huh?

Yeah. It’s my mistake, I guess.

Well, gotta talk about it. Right? You compromise, all that couple shit. Look, you, uh, love each other, Right?

Yes.

Okay, so, gotta get on the same page about how this marriage thing is supposed to work.

You sure I can’t just get him to do everything the way I want?

Pretty sure, yeah. Look, we didn’t have parents who could show us what a relationship was supposed to look like. We gotta figure out that shit as we go.

The hell was that… Dr. Phil?

Good Housekeeping. It’s on the rack at the well-child checkup.


Can you at least take the mugshot with my cleavage off the site and get Julia’s age right? Yes, she was 17, not seven. Well, then check the damn court records! I’m on probation… would I be on probation if she’d been seven? Really? You can get probation if you diddled a seven-year-old? That’s really fucked up. Yes, please. Thank you so much. Okay, she said she’s gonna correct Julia’s age, but they won’t do anything about the mugshot.

Well, I’m getting a lot of hits.

On what?

Your new Instagram account.

What new account?

@DebbieHotLesbianConvict. I put it up with your cleavage mugshot.

“Wrongly convicted lesbian welder.” Would it have happened if she wasn’t queer? Would anyone have cared if she wasn’t a lesbian? [chuckles]

It’s blowing up. Everybody wants to hire you.

Jesus, really?

Well, lots of lesbians, anyway. And some seriously creepy old white dudes.

[Debbie] Hm. HotLesbianConvict.


You two okay?

[Soft rock in background]

Did you eat all the brownies?

I had three, and Tommy had four.

Four?

We were hungry.

Kev! These fools ate all the brownies.

And the gummies.

[Kevin] Jesus! [keg thuds] Are they okay?

I’m fine. I just gotta hit the head.

Yeah, yeah me too.

Do you have a gas can around here, Kev?

What are you going on about?

Making the South Side even more dangerous. I’m thinking we set a cop car on fire. The cops have to show up with riot gear, tear gas.

[Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight” plays]

[groans]

[zipping]

[flushes toilet]

I always loved this song.

Yeah. Me too.

♫  But the pain still grows ♫

♫  It’s no stranger to you and me ♫

♫  I can feel it ♫

♫  Coming in the air tonight ♫

♫ Oh, Lord ♫

♫ Well, I’ve been waiting for this moment ♫

♫ For all my life ♫

♫ Oh, Lord ♫

♫ I can feel it in the air tonight ♫

♫ Oh, Lord ♫

[stall door squeaks]

♫ Oh, Lord ♫

♫ Well, I’ve been waiting for this moment ♫

♫ For all my life ♫

♫ Oh, Lord ♫

♫ I can feel it coming ♫

[belt buckle rattles]

In the air tonight

[zipping]

Oh, Lord

[door opens]

♫ And I’ve been waiting for this moment ♫

♫ For all my life ♫


We need to be honest with each other, all right? No more secrets.

No more secrets at all?

No. Nothing but truth. We should’ve talked about what we expected from each other before we got married, but we didn’t, so now we have to.

Look, if this is about the wedding money, I’m gonna pay it back, man.

Yes, but it’s also about… It’s about what we want the marriage to be. We need some rules.

Yeah, I’m not great with rules.

A mutual understanding of how shit is gonna work.

What does that mean?

Like, how we spend money together, joint purchases, monogamy.

The hell is that?

Not fucking other people.

Oh. We just talking fucking, or are we talking about blow jobs, too?

I think blow jobs should count, yeah.

Right. You really never wanna fuck anybody else?

I mean, I… if I’m being honest, I’m not really sure either. It’s just kinda hard to imagine that I’m never, ever gonna wanna fuck anyone else, you know? But I also know I… definitely don’t want you to fuck anyone else.

Well, hold on, that just means you wanna be able to fuck other people but you don’t want me to be able to fuck other people. That doesn’t sound fair.

Okay, so we’re both monogamous or we both get to fuck other people.

Yeah. That sounds fair.

Mm-hmm.

[Upbeat music]

What do you wanna do?

What do you wanna do?

I asked you first.

I don’t know.

Okay, uh, I’ll tell you what. We’ll both each write down what we want, then we’ll turn our answers over at the same time.

Great.

♫ I saw you walkin’ down the street ♫

♫ With your headphones on I could hear your beat ♫

♫ Like, ba da, ba da ba da ♫

♫ Ba da, ba da ba da ♫

♫ Ba da, ba da ba da ♫

♫ Oh, yeah ♫

♫ Ba da, ba da ba da ♫

♫ I’m gonna eat you ♫

♫ Ba da, ba da ba da ♫

♫ I’m gonna eat you ♫

♫ Ba da, ba da ba da ♫

♫ Oh, yeah ♫

So we both turn ’em over on three.

One, two, three.

Hey

Hey, turn your fuckin’ paper over.

I think I spelled monogamy wrong. I spelled monogamy wrong!

Will you let me…

I spelled it wrong! Oh, shit, he-ey-ey-ey!

[chuckling] Look who’s a real cop now.

Yep. Badge, gun, and everything.

You graduated?

Tomorrow. But they gave us the uniforms today so we can wear ’em to the ceremony.

[Mickey] Fuckin’ fantastic. No more parking tickets for me.

You don’t have a car, dumbass.

[Ian] Hey.

 [Debbie] Hey.

[Carl] Where y’all goin’?

Lip and Tami’s. Gotta finish drywalling the living room.

Hey, y’all get enough chicken?

Two buckets of extra crispy.

You two coming or what?

Hell yeah. Hell yeah.

[Ian] Uh…

Yeah. Let’s do it.

[Upbeat music]

Hey!


[chatter]

[door opens]

[Kevin] How am I supposed to open the door when I don’t have any hands?

 [Lip] Yo!

[Kevin] What’s up, Lip?

[Lip] My man.

Hi! We have arrived!

[Lip] Hi! What the fuck?

[Sandy] Hi.

Yo! Hey.

[Debbie] We made it.

Hi.

[overlapping chatter]

Look at you.

Check it out.

Wow. Nice.

[Ian] Hey, gimme a hammer. I wanna break some shit.

[Lip] You wanna help?

I guess so.

There you go.

Yo.

Yo.

Hey, you guys talk?

Uh… sort of.

Yeah?

Yeah. We’ll figure it out.

[Upbeat rock playing over radio]

Hey.

[laughs] Uh, hey.

[Lip] Everything good?

Yeah, yeah.

All right. Hey, I wanna show you something.

Yeah?

What do you think?

Uh, it’s beautiful. Definitely worth the extra money.

Absolutely.

Okay, I am starving.

[chatter]

[Veronica] Hey, Tami.

Hey.

Hey, Fran, you wanna help Uncle Carl?

♫ Lose your doubts ♫

♫ Holding on, let it out ♫

♫ This is the beginning ♫

[Frank] This is my Chicago, the Chicago I love. Lip’s got a baby now. Debbie’s got a kid and a rap sheet. Carl’s gonna be a cop. Didn’t see that coming. Ian’s married to a Milkovich. [chuckles] Really didn’t see that coming. Family looking after family. That’s the South Side way. The Gallagher way.

♫ It’s a long walk back from yesterday ♫

Yeah, this is our Chicago. It’s disappearing fast. But before it’s gone, we’re gonna enjoy every fuckin’ minute of it.

♫ We’re comin’ home ♫

♫ We’re comin’ home ♫


[chuckles under breath]

[door opens]

Are you Hot Lesbian Convict Lady? Would you, um, like to buy some cookies, Hot Lesbian Convict Lady? I’m only seven.

[both laugh]

 ♫ The bigger, the better, the better, the bigger ♫

 ♫ The bigger, the better, the better, the bigger ♫

 ♫ More, more, more ♫

 ♫ Hey, I really want it right now ♫

 ♫ Hey, turn it up real loud ♫

 ♫ Hey, I really want it right now ♫

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3 thoughts on “Shameless – S11E01 – This is Chicago! – Transcript”

  1. Gary Reckard

    The [Upbeat rock music] right before “I gotta get to work.” was the band “Moves” song “Only Darkness”

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