[Debbie walks up to Frank jackhammering in the backyard]
Debbie
Daddy!
Hey. Whoa. You stink like bleach.
Debbie
Yeah, I was at the pool today. I stayed under for 112 seconds.
Debbie
Yeah.
Show those syphilis-ridden turbo sluts a thing or two. They think they own the water just 'cause they piss in it.
Debbie
I think I'm gonna puke.
Muscle through it. We gotta find her. Where'd Carl go? Huh?
[Throws a fireworks cluster] Ninja!
Carl! No! No! [Fireworks explodes in the backyard] Oh, my god. Shit, Carl! [Pause of epiphany] That actually kinda worked!
You get those from the fireworks stash?!
[Sees figure walking through smoke] Ian?!
[Walking through smoke] Reeks out here. Hey, listen. Oh, man. About all the stuff, just with my dad, I--
Oh, my god, why are we still talking about this? I mean, really? Christ.
Okay, so, like, whenever you need me, I'm, like, there for you, but the one time I need you, You're like, "screw off"?
Carl thinks he's a cancer survivor! Molly thinks she's a girl with a penis! Debbie's getting terrorized at the public pool! This yard smells like a sewer! I got three drunk assholes operating power tools behind me! And the bitches at work Locked me in a bathroom today! Oh! And we might all be on the verge of going to prison! So you wanna talk?! Fine! Grab a shovel! [Throws shovel at Jimmy's feet] Talk your face off about how your dad gave a blowjob to a teenager, but dig while you do it!
You know what? I'm really tired of playing this "my tragedy is bigger than your tragedy" game. My entire world got rocked, and it's, like, not even on your radar. We're in a relationship! What's important to me should be important to you.
Look at us. We are literally digging up a body! How do you even compare our situations?! [Jimmy turns heels and walks to the street and Fiona chuckles] oh, that's great! Walk away! That's a real pussy move! Yeah, why don't you go cry to your gay dad about it?!
LLou
The county database says that you're available for placement, But I'm concerned there are too many children in your care. I'm sure there's some kind of limit.
MKMama Kamala
These ain't cats, honey. They're kids. They need someone to take care of them. That's why the good lord put me here. So I can take in all his babies don't nobody else want. [Laughs] Come here, sweetheart. Come on, I'm not gonna bite you. [Laughs] You're a blessing. Mama kamala is truly blessed to have you.
Debbie
Yep. It's only for a few days. I'll be okay.
LLou
Um, this is my number. If you have any questions Or, you know, if you just want to talk about anything, you can call me anytime, okay? [Walks to door with Kamala]
MKMama Kamala
Okeydokey. Bye-bye, now. [Closes door and her mood changes] Rule number one; no sitting on the good furniture.
Debbie
This is the good furniture?
MKMama Kamala
Rule number two; no sassing. You hear me? Let me look inside that bag. Give me that bag. Make sure you ain't got nothing in there to get you in trouble. Why are you standing there eyeballing me? Get busy minding them kids.
Debbie
Hi. I'm Debbie.
MKMama Kamala
You ain't getting your bags back.
Debbie
I know.
[Debbie walks down stairs and a girl bursts out front door to hug father]
MSMaria's father
I missed you, baby.
Debbie
They finally let Maria's dad out of prison, huh?
MKMama Kamala
He'll be back. So will she. Till then, drop the mop. Come on.
Debbie
You want me to do laundry first?
MKMama Kamala
You're going to replace her. [Opens basement door] Downstairs.
Debbie
Downstairs?
MKMama Kamala
You gonna make me push you down? [Debbie walks down stairs to find kids at work in a sweatshop-like operation] Okay, all right, find a seat and get busy.
LLaronda
Debbie, here! Next to me. You can share my Krazy Glue.
Debbie
She forces us to make jewelry?
LLaronda
Oh, no. You don't have to. Not if you aren't hungry. One bracelet gets you a burger. Four earrings, French fries.
Debbie
I don't think this is legal.
LLaronda
Used to be only a couple of us down here, but business took off when Mama Kamala started slapping those "made in Africa" stickers on. Dust gets my allergies going. Yeah, well, the mold and rat droppings can't be helping. I'd take more, but it makes me sleepy.
MKMama Kamala
Idle hands are the devil's work, hmm?
Oh? You appreciate the irony, right? Senseless arguments about who gets what bedroom, refusing to allow me to stay. Now, nobody gets to stay.
There's a small chance he'll be able to help since he's known Patrick longer than any of us.
Patrick wants to steal our house?
He's a contractor. He's gonna flip it. Slap a coat of paint on it, call it "a cozy, authentic pre-war," and offload it to yuppies.
Not gonna happen. So let's go over our options.
Debbie
I'll write them down.
[They all walk to kitchen table] All right, look, we know the will is bullshit. It was signed a year ago, and Ginger's been dead for what, 10?
Debbie
[Starts writing] Option one. Prove will is a forgery.
We can't call the cops because we faked Ginger's death and forged a will of our own.
Plus Frank's been cashing Ginger's social security checks.
Oh, like you didn't share in that bounty?
What we could do, we could argue that Ginger wasn't of sound mind when she signed it. I mean, she was never of sound mind anyway.
Debbie
Option two. Say Ginger was crazy.
Or convince Patrick to back off somehow.
Debbie
Yeah, that's three.
Good luck with that! His nickname used to be Pit Bull. It was partly an odor thing, but also because once he gets ahold of you, he doesn't let go. You gotta kill him first.
Debbie
Option four. Kill Patrick.
It's time to face reality. Patrick out-Gallaghered us, and there's no point in fighting it.
Easy for you to say, you're at Sheila's.
So before you're out on the streets like so many Somalian refugees, ask yourselves, "if Patrick is taking the house, what are we taking?" Copper pipes.
You're not taking the pipes, Frank. You really think there's a way to challenge the will?
Why not? You know, if I can bone up on probate law.
All in favor. [Everyone raises hands] Unanimous.
Lip will handle the will. The rest of you, get ready for the first day of school tomorrow. Debbie and Carl, pick out something to wear that doesn't have holes.
Wouldn't it just be easier to kill him?
Clothes, now. We better work fast. Winter's coming, and it'll be cold sleeping in the park.
This is why democracy does not work.
Debbie, that is not the outfit that we picked out for your first day, and you are so not leaving here in that.
Debbie
I borrowed it from Mandy.
Debbie
You do realize that I'm in middle school now, right?
Yeah, not stripper school. Go change.
...
Mandy, she's 13. She's not working the bedroom at the Mustang Ranch.
Yeah, like you never wore a short skirt when you were her age.
Jeez, Fi, she's just trying to help.
...
Can you take Liam tomorrow?
Not sure. Those fruits of Islam people on 4th have a free daycare. If I say I hate whitey, I bet they'll watch him for a few hours. So is Lip getting serious about Mandy "Skankovich"? [Mandy appears behind her]
Oh, shit, Mandy, I'm sorry. You know I would have never said that to your face. Should I apologize or leave? I'm gonna leave.
[Debbie is at Sheila's house when Fiona calls and Debbie answers]
Debbie
Jackson residence.
Debbie, you were just supposed to drop Liam there. Why aren't you at school? Are you sick?
Debbie
Uh, code pink.
Debbie
No, no, no. Code pink at Sheila's. I'll explain later, okay?
Fine, explain later. But you're in big trouble.
Debbie
It's nothing. I was just trying to explain to Fiona Why I'm not at school. It's like a code word we have.
Debbie
Oh, no. What time is it?
Are you skipping school because of me?
Debbie
I didn't want to go anyway. All anyone ever does is try to copy off me. But no one wants to sit with me at lunch. Everybody's mean. Middle school's stupid. Mean girls suck.
My daughter's a mean girl. I don't know how it happened.
Debbie
It's not your fault.
Debbie
Hey, if how we turn out is all about how our mother is, then I'm pretty screwed, right?
[Debbie beats Carl to the occupancy of the bathroom]
Debbie
Occupied!
Debbie
Go away.
Use the downstairs bathroom.
You're young. You'll live. [Carl walks down hallway] No. Absolutely not. No more peeing off the balcony. [Fiona goes outside and a stream goes near her] What the fuck?! Carl! [Waves to woman in her backyard] Good morning, Mrs. Babiak. [Carl comes down stairs] There's a toilet right there. Mrs. Babiak doesn't need an anatomy lesson.
Mrs. Babiak's got my 18th birthday circled on her calendar.
Use the toilet like a human.
Can I have Lip's old room?
No. He's at college. Seriously, cut the shit with the nature whizzing or you won't live here anymore. That pierogi-eating prune will call the cops. And no, you can't have Lip's old room.
[Debbie is speaking to Mandy at Milkovich residence front door]
Debbie
Ian's still missing. Have you heard from him?
[Mandy shakes head in a sorry-can't-help-you kind of way]
Debbie
Nothing? Not even a call or a text?
Sorry. [Mandy's face seems to say "How naive are you? Can't you tell that I want you to go away?]
Debbie
So you want to know how Lip's doing?
Not really. [Mandy's face says "I can't possibly care less about that douche]
Debbie
He's in college.
[Mandy puts on a forced sarcastic smile] Good for him!
[Mandy's face then turns "God, seriously?" then slams door in Debbie's face then walks into kitchen with Mickey and a man going through stolen mail]
This is a bunch of bills, chink delivery menus and press-on-nail coupons. What mailboxes you robbing? Dearborn projects?
MSMan sitting at kitchen table beside Mickey
No, apartment complex over by Rush. There's an ATM card.
Congratulations. It has no fucking pin number. What are you gonna do, rob the same mailboxes every day until they send the pin? [Makes a look of absolute disgust to him]
[To Svetlana] Hey, you. This is all you made yesterday?
[Svetlana nods in a matter of factual way]
How many Johnsons did you squash?
That's, like, 12 bucks a wank! [To Mandy] Who was at the door?
She was looking for Ian. Seen him?
I don't. Said Lip was doing good in college.
Oh, wow, I got poked. I got poked. I got poked by the American-Indian that I poked yesterday. What do we do? "We have a lot in common. I am full-blooded Kickapoo Indian. I love laughter, food, scenic views, and the Lord. Let's talk." [Gasps] Now what?
Debbie
Uh, ask him if he's DTF.
DTF. What does that even mean? Okay. I got to ask him if he's DTF.
[Fiona is on the toilet]
Jesus, I'm raising five kids and I didn't miss last week. What's your excuse? [Calls out] Carl!
...
Bam, you drop trou and expos-ay some sex-ay.
[Debbie and appears in doorway with excessively shiny dress]
Debbie
Does this make you cray?
Debbie
So, yeah, Matty and I spent the whole night like that, spooning.
You see Billy Fergus? Ellie said he's here.
Debbie
It was really sweet. He made me breakfast.
Wake me up when you get to the good part. You clean out your cabbage patch with Purell afterwards?
Debbie
What?
It keeps you from getting knocked up. Gets the little swimmers so drunk, they can't find the egg.
Debbie
Um... No. Well, sex, we didn't have it. Matt said that we should...
SSSam/Seth
I got your frappucino, Holly.
It better be caramel. Okay, go.
Debbie
Who's that?
Sam? Seth? Who cares? I tell him what to do, he does it.
Debbie
Why?
He thinks I'll maybe give him a quickie in the bathroom. He's lucky I let him be seen near me. There's Billy. How do I look?
Debbie
Slutty.
Debbie
Wait, Holly. Is it bad that Matty said it wasn't the right time?
He said that? "It's not the right time"?
Debbie
What does it mean?
I don't know. I've never had a guy say that.
Debbie
What are we going to do for money this summer?
I plan to bang as many chicks as I can, and get so good at it, they even pay me to do it.
Debbie
Ha! Yeah, right. You're in a wheelchair.
Debbie
I swear to God, if you lose your virginity before I do, I'll stab you to death in your sleep.
I'm supposed to keep it in my pants till you're 30?
Why you done with public pool? Someone shit in it?
Debbie
No.
Debbie
Sort of. Can you teach me how it all works?
Debbie
How you make guys want you, and when they do, what do you actually do? I mean, I've seen porn, but I'm not sure I understand all the technicalities. And you're a professional, so I figure you're the best person to ask. And please don't accuse me of being retarded or a child, because I'm neither