Hey. Hi, Franny. Good morning. How are you? It's Mommy. I'll be back in just a few minutes. Sweetie. I know someday you may want a brother or sister, but... right now I need to make sure I can finish welding school so I can get a sweet job and we can get a house, a yard, and a swing set... how about that? Wouldn't that be fun? But right now if I had another baby, that would be a really big disaster. [Yoli walks out of pharmacy and Debbie chases her] Hey, did you get it?! Hey! Where's my pill?! [Grabs woman's hair and they fall to ground fighting]
YYoli
Get off of me! You slut!
FFranny
[From phone on ground] Mama.
FFranny
[Repeatedly] Dress.
No, sweetie. Hey, the wedding isn't till this afternoon, okay?
FFranny
Please, Mommy. Now.
She wants to wear her flower girl dress again.
Why the hell not? She's only gonna wear it once.
[Chuckles] Okay, sweetie. Go on.
Uh, so... about last night.
Mm. [Sirens wailing distantly] Yeah. [Both chuckles] Cool. So... We gotta be at the Bamboo at nine for the flower delivery. And then the caterers are delivering the chairs and shit at ten.
So... You think your uncle's serious about shooting Mickey?
Serious as a heart attack. But he probably won't do it at the wedding. Too many witnesses. [Answers phone] He'll wait till Mickey's alone somewhere or walking to the L or... Holy sh- shit.
The Bamboo Lotus! It's on fire! Dude, it's on fսcking fire!
[Bursts out front door with Debbie, Ian, Mickey and Carl observing into smoke billowing in distance] Oh... fսck.
What the hell's going on?
FFranny
[Knocking on bedroom doors] My birthday! Wake up! Wake up! I'm five!
[Franny comes down stairs] Hey, hey. Look who it is. The birthday girl.
FFranny
[Sniffles, sighs] Presents?
Oh, no, no. It's not like Christmas, Franny. You're gonna get your presents tonight at your party. Oh. Hey. [Picks up Franny and carries her to kitchen] Come on. Let's go make some breakfast, huh? Whoof! Go sit! Yo, what up?
Why'd you guys sleep here last night?
Oh, the fumes at our new place from resurfacing the bathtub.
Good morning, Franny. Happy birthday.
I'm gonna sell them for cheap to the lunch debt kids.
Kids who run out of money on their food account. Can't eat the hot lunch till they pay up.
Is that even legal? Don't public schools have to feed the kids?
Yeah, but the lunch lady serves them gross shit like stale bread, government cheese, chunky pudding.
So you're capitalizing on the misfortunes of others by selling them your peanut butter sandwiches?
The American way. See you.
Hey, there's my sweet birthday princess! Who is five today?!
I don't know! She looks like a big girl. Did you grow overnight? Are you sure you're not 15?
Are you excited for your princess party?
FFranny
I hate princesses!
I'm with Frans on this one.
Just put on the dress, Franny!
FFrannie
[Repeatedly] No, no, no!
I need to take your picture for Little Miss South Side. Don't you want to be Little Miss South Side?
Dress. Pants! Dress! Pants! Can you at least brush your own teeth?
FFranny
[Repeatedly] No...! [Runs out and Debbie sighs]
How was your first day as a cop?
Pfft, seen more action playing Minecraft on the shitter.
[Eating cereal] This stuff is delicious.
As the Willis Tower. Fringe benefit of being the Alibi's chief quality control officer and weed sommelier. Gotta fuel up for a big day of pot purchases.
[Chuckles] I'm gonna kill her. I'm gonna choke her with her cargo pants until she's dead.
Still won't put on the dress?
Won't put on her dress, won't brush her hair, won't brush her teeth, won't pack her own backpack.
Why can't Little Miss Sunshine wear pants?
'Cause it's not Little Mr. Sunshine, Carl.
Sounds like gender conformity.
It's not my world, Liam. I just live in it.
[Ian pulse checks an unresponsive Frank on the couch] Is he dead?
FFranny
Grampy went tinkle in his pants.
Ugh, damn it. Not on the new couch.
[Walks up] Hey, what’s goin’ on?
How much heroin did he do?
Yet another disadvantage to decades of copious narcotics use.
Should we, like, call the paramedics or something?
No, he’s done this before a bunch of times.
He may be trying to kill himself. He’s been depressed. The dementia’s getting bad.
Hand me that syringe. [Ian hands her one and she pricks Frank's hand]
Or he’s already brain-dead. That happens with overdoses.
I guess it’s up to us to finish him off. Quick so*t to the head, dump his body in the lake. I don’t think anybody’s gonna miss him. What? We’d just be helpin’ Mr. Fuckup finish the job.
HHeidi
You could pillow him. That’s what my dad did to my grandpa so we could sell his double-wide. Couldn’t afford his oxygen refills anymore.
Debbie’s got a new friend.
HHeidi
Hey, you check his pockets, see if he got any money on him?
HHeidi
[In Debbie's bedroom] Help me run an errand later?
HHeidi
Franny, you like muscle cars?
Oh, yeah, American only. Right, Fran?
HHeidi
You know, I had a ’70 Barracuda 440 once.
HHeidi
Mm-hmm. For a whole two hours. Smoked the cops who were on me after I boosted it. Hey, you’re your own boss, right?
HHeidi
That means you don’t have to go to work if you have something better to do.
Mm... like what? [Heidi holds out handcuffs] Hey, Franny, why don’t you go downstairs to check if your Grandpa Frank is dead, okay?
HHeidi
[Franny walks out bedroom] Bye, Fran. [Debbie shuts door]
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