LOL, everything is miserable.
Not a single Gallagher escapes “Sleep No More” unscathed, and I’m looking forward to invoicing Showtime for the therapy I’ll surely need after next week’s finale. If Lip’s actions from last week weren’t enough to jeopardize his entire future, Sunday’s episode may have landed him back in the neighborhood for good.
Meanwhile, Ian had a few episodes’ worth of happiness, so the Shameless universe has officially balanced the scales. Plus: Debs is not doing so hot as a teen mom, and Frank disappoints Fiona — and everyone — for the millionth time. As Winston Churchill once said, “If you’re going through hell, keep going” — so let’s just forge ahead.
Now that Lip has nowhere to stay on campus, he’s moved back into the Gallagher home. Surprisingly, he didn’t completely torch his chances with Youens, and he shows up to campus ready to work and apologize. Youens, however, is not moved by the latter, telling him to “keep grading, thanks.”
Later, Lip asks him “How long do you plan on putting me through this s—?” and Youens finally decides to set some boundaries. He doesn’t want to hear about Lip’s life, the parties, none of it — “I’m your employer, not your daddy,” he says, adding, “Do your job; I’ll do mine.”
Lip does not take this well! When Fiona calls Lip to tell him about Frank’s recent attempts to act like more of a father (more on that later), Lip calls him a “piece of s—,” and, “You don’t just decide when you get to be a father. … Why even have kids if you can’t stick by them when s— falls apart?… All these old, narcissistic alcoholics should just crawl in a hole and f—ing die.” Guys…do you think he might be projecting? Then Lip breaks out his flask. Ah yes, a cocktail of booze, anger, and misplaced daddy issues is just what he needs.
Naturally, he shows up to Youens’ class totally in the tank and rudely corrects the prof’s method right there in the middle of lecture. Apparently, Youens’ method is old-fashioned, something I would love to fact-check but I don’t understand a single word they’re saying. “People stopped using field theory for this s— back in the ’90s, which was about when you started pickling your frontal cortex with scotch,” says Lip, in front of a lecture hall full of students. I’m dying.
Youens drags him outside and tells Lip to go home and sober up, somehow still giving him another chance. Lip is upset that Youens wants to draw boundaries all of a sudden — “I changed your shirt when you woke up covered in your own vomit; I listened to you bawl over a student you f—ed eight years ago,” he shouts in the corridor — as Youens warns him to just. Stop. Talking. But when their argument turns to shoving, Youens tells him, “I was your ticket out of the gutter, pal, and you just blew it: You’re officially fired.” Okay, so, he definitely deserved that, and yet, I am still very sad. This has to mean he finally loses his scholarship, right? How many chances is he going to get? He’s getting past the age where it’s charming that he’s so brilliant despite having had a rough childhood — at some point he needs to properly grow up because nobody cares about context in the real world and you can’t just spill your sob story to everyone you meet.
Not quite ready to stop digging that hole, Lip takes a crowbar — or a shovel? Hard to see — to Youens’ car and gets tackled by campus security. So, criminal charges, too? Why not, right?
NEXT: Ian begins work as a trainee EMT, and Debs is struggling on every level