[Fiona follows an obese couple out of the diner after making relentless demands]
Excuse me, was there a problem with your service? Because a tip of 15% or more is standard for--
MMan
You were slow. Thanks.
Slow?! Is it that I was slow! Or is it that your bloated metabolism can't handle a five minute wait for the ten pounds of bacon you shoved down your fat throat?!
Sean
Whoa, whoa, hey, hey! Enough, enough! Do I have to call the cops? What's wrong? What's going on?
MMan
I want to talk to your manager.
Sean
You're talking to him.
MMan
What do you plan to do about this?
WWoman
Sir, please. She disrespected my husband on Father's Day.
Sean
Okay, ma'am. Ma'am.
MMan
Slow, rude, and my eggs were undercooked.
Sean
Sir, respectfully, if you can't afford to tip, you can't afford to eat here.
MMan
Seriously? You're siding with this little slut?
[Sean grabs the man by the collar in a rage, they exchange blows and Sean slams him against a wall]
WWoman
Let him go! Let him go!
Okay, okay. Sean, let him go.
Sean
Okay, I'll let you go. But first, you apologize to my waitress. Then you walk away and you never walk down this street again. You got it?
Sean
Your lip's bleeding.
[Sean and Fiona are in her kitchen and she's attending to Sean's busted lip]
Sean
Hey. Let it go.
They were just fat assholes.
Sean
I run a restaurant, Fiona. Fat assholes are my bread and butter.
Wait, are you mad at me now?
Sean
No, it's just you-- you could have gone to jail for what, three bucks?
What are you talking about?
Sean
So you take off your monitor, you're still on probation. Fighting in the street? Why are you stirring shit?
I went out there to ask about my tip. You're the one who turned into a rabid dog.
Sean
Not that I didn't find that sexy, I'm not going to lie, but, you know, pot, kettle. You bring it out in me.
Sean
Get out there before one of those fat assholes starves.
Sean
I find it charming as fuck that you took a screwdriver to your monitor, and I find it sexy as hell that you had a bloody lip before lunch today.
Are you making fun of me?
Sean
No, it's just you're a chaos junkie, Fiona. And I'm a junkie junkie, so I love chaos, and when I get into chaos, bad shit follows. And women like you...
Sean
Yeah. Wo-- Hot, sexy, irresistible, fun, troublemaking, chaos causing, women like you... were my drug of choice long before I got into smack. It's funny, in fact. It was a woman just like you shot me up the first time.
Sean
No, I know. But you're a slippery slope for me, Fiona. I coulda beat that guy to death this morning 'cause he didn't tip. And it's not your fault. That is not on you. That's on me. But I-I have a son.And I won't risk my relationship with my son. No matter how badly I... want to do very, very bad things both to and with you. I'm not just chaos. I'm better. I've changed. I think I could be really good for you. I hope you keep coming to these meetings 'cause I think they help everyone. But I'm asking you. I'm really asking you, Fiona. Just sit somewhere else when you do.
Sean
You know, what I fantasize about is my PO in pain, his family in pain. Doing to him what he's doing to me. And all it would take to make everything I'm feeling go away is one visit to a street corner. Bobby, Kilpatrick and Maypole. Needle, spoon, little bag of dope. 'Cause if I move, that's where I'm going. So I'm not gonna move. I'm gonna try like hell not to move.
If we're gonna sit out here, you need this.
[Fiona goes into Sean's place, finds a jacket and brings it out, draping it on Sean]
BTBar thug
You heard the lady. She don't want to go home with you.
Sean
Mind your business, dumbass.
BTBar thug
You just call me a dumbass?
Sean
Bartender, can you serve this melonhead some IQ points?
...
BTBar thug
You got a real mouth on you, pal.
Sean
Yeah, most humans with a face do.
Sean
[On the phone] Hey. Yeah. You wanted-- Uh, honestly? Yeah, I'm sick of this shit. Yeah. I know. You know what it feels like to me? Like the same thing, like I-I'm just hearing you say the same thing over and over again, so... I- I- I don't need-- Yeah, okay. Yeah, let-- yes. Bye. [Under breath] Jesus Christ.
Sean
Fine.
Who were you talking to? You want to talk about it? We could grab a cup of coffee.
Sean
And why would I want to do that?
'Cause we're friends. Figured you might need someone to talk to.
Sean
We're not friends.
Of course we are. [Scoffs and turns around and walks away]
[Fiona arrives early at the diner and Sean lets her in]
Sean
You're not on the schedule today.
Sean
Well, you're married.
Sean
So, you're married.
I think I'm in love with you. And I'm pretty sure you're in love with me too.
Sean
Pretty sure, huh?
Sean
Gus seems like a good guy.
Something is going on with us. We both know it.
Sean
Well, I don't want to be that shithead who's sleeping with some nice guy's wife, okay? I've been that guy, hiding in a closet.
What if Gus and I split up?
Sean
Well, don't do it 'cause of me. [Staff knocking at door] That's the staff. I got to let 'em in. [He opens door] Hey. Come on in. It's 7:00. I got to open.
You make me happy. I'm happy when I'm around you.
Sean
Happy... is overrated. Grow up, Fiona.
I'm not your mother. I'm just concerned. Did you take them? [Closes fridge door to be startled by Frank and gasps] Fuck, Frank.
I love you. I... I just want you to know I'm... I love you. I ever tell you about the time I caught an octopus on the reef outside of our hut and Bianca cooked it on an open fire right on the beach?
Sean
Yes.
And the funny little sneeze she would do when she was asleep? [They all imitate Bianca's sneeze] Debs, I love you.
I just... I want you to know that.
[Fiona wakes up in bed with Sean]
Sean
It's too early for thinking.
Debbie's got to get an abortion. Been hashing over this all night.
Sean
You need a break.
How could I have let this happen to her?
Sean
You didn't. Whenever a girl gets pregnant, the first thing people think is bad parenting. Uh, you're an excellent sister/parent.
I should have made her go on the pill.
Sean
Do you want to, maybe, uh... do your taxes while we're at it? [Takes off Fiona's underwear]
Sorry. I'm not really in the mood.
Sean
Hmm. Seems like you are to me.
If she has this baby, she's gonna be like every other sad ass girl in this f*cking neighb- [Seans puts hand over Fiona's mouth]
Sean
Okay. You know, you got to shut up for a few minutes. You need a stress reliever and I only have 12 minutes before my meeting. So this is what's gonna happen. You're gonna shut off your brain. And you're gonna... breathe into your body.
[Muffled] I can't breathe. Your hand is on my--
Sean
Yeah, I said shut up. Breathe through your nose. [Moans] You feel me inside of you?
Sean
Relax. Close your eyes. Yeah, let me do all the work. [Grunts] Now just let go, and give yourself over to me. [Moans] That's it. Do it. Good girl. [Moans] Now I got to blue ball it over to my meeting before work. I'm gonna rally this family to make Debbie do it. Well, take it easy on her. You know how it is. You tell a teenager what to do, they always do the opposite.
Okay, so we went to the bank, and the house is being sold at auction, but there's a chance that we could buy it. So for the first time ever, it would be our house, not Aunt Ginger's, not Patrick's.
Sean's got a guy at the bank who thinks I can get a bank loan of up to 100,000.
Holy shit, someone's willing to give us 100 grand?
Why didn't we do this years ago?
Sean
The bank doesn't just give you money. They actually buy the house and let you live in it till you pay back the loan with interest.
We need a down payment of $3,500, and we need it, like, now.
Okay, we could pawn the TV.
Sean
You'd get 50 bucks.
3 1/2 Gs? Shit, I got you covered. What do you want? You want hundies or small bills?
You just got out of juvie and you have $3,000?
[Long awkward silence] No.
What, you don't believe me?
No, I believe you, I just don't want the state seizing our house 'cause we bought it with drug money or whatever it is that you're into lately.
You are not part of this conversation, Frank.
This was my house long before any of you had claim to it. Not legally, but every other way. The point is, we're Gallaghers. If Carl wants to step up-
Why do you get the last word?
If you want to go get a mortgage with your name on it, then take Carl's money. But otherwise, we'll find another way.
I'll just spend it on my ride. If you want us, we'll be upstairs. Come on, Nick.
Carl, a word, if you would, son?
[Scoffs] I don't know why you bother calling a family meeting if you make all the decisions anyway.
You get why I don't want to take Carl's money, right? It's like saying that it's cool that he's a criminal, like we've given up on him.
Sean
I get it.
You're giving me that look like you're gonna try to give me some really wise, meaningful advice.
Sean
Are your boobs bigger?
That's what you were thinking?
Sean
They are, right?
[Chuckles] Well, enjoy them while you can. I'm gonna have to reschedule the abortion until after the auction.
Sean
About that deposit, uh, you know, I... I do have some savings I could kick in.
No, no, no, thank you. It's a Gallagher thing.
Sean
If you lose the house, it's gonna be somebody else's thing. So where's that money coming from?
I have an idea. I'm just not sure how I feel about it yet. I'll let you know when I decide.
Sean
Savings, huh? Literally hundreds of dollars. [Fiona chuckles heartily] Fucking gold digger.
Your mouth would be a much better alarm.
Sean
Ah, well, hit snooze and let's double our luck.
Sean
Oh. I got to not let you get back.
[Laughs] This has been really nice, past couple of nights. No kids. No chaos.
Sean
But... You need the chaos?
I need to check on some things.
Sean
Mm. Does Frank still have that hippie over there?
Ugh, yeah, doing God knows what.
Sean
Well, no hippies here. Just me and you.
Sean
You're not falling for Frank's "father of the bride" shtick, are ya?
Sean
Well, from here, it looks like ya might be.
I'm not letting him in. I'm letting him pay. There's a big difference.
Sean
Just don't want you to be disappointed again.
[Laughs] Frank has let me down my entire life. This will be no different. I just wanna watch him fake like he's a human for a while. For fun.
Sean
Yeah, fun. Whoo-hoo.
Ok, let's make a bet. How long till Frank bails? I give it two days.
Sean
One. If that.
If I win, you have to go down on me every night for a week.
Sean
Hmm. And if you lose?
Sean
You drive a hard bargain, Gallagher.