Fiona appears, with the rest of them in tow. How about us?

"It's all right, I'm not one of yours," says Veronica, peeping around from the foyer. "I just came to rubberneck."

Kash comes shouting into the store, jubilant: He's finally gotten Linda pregnant, and he can have Ian again. He comes running around the corner, into the stockroom, where Ian is fucking Mickey, desperately and delightfully; he stares.

Monica: "I knew you'd be fine with Fiona."

Fiona nearly falls apart. To be fine. "Fine," with Fiona. "I knew you'd kill Fiona," more like. "I knew I was sucking the life and childhood out of her before she'd ever had a chance to learn the world." "I knew I was bricking her up in hell; I knew I was sacrificing her to my own selfish, childish needs."

Mickey struts out into the store, stealing a candy bar again for the first time since the gun. Scared, petrified, almost as much of showing his fear as of being caught out, so he gets the upper hand on Kash the way he always does: Shoving his emasculation in his face: "Fucking right you keep your mouth shut. You better keep it shut." All this going through Mickey's head and all Kash can see is this kid, the one who's already taken everything from him, coming into his little prison and taking the only thing he has left. So he shoots him.

Lip's sitting on the stop when Ian shows back up, having gotten the fuck on up out of there. "There was a shooting. Kash shot Mickey. In the leg, he's fine." They pass a cigarette back and forth. Ian reminded Frank the most of their mother; he looks the most like her. Small, tough. He's got it under control:

Ian: "What'd I miss, with Mom?"
Lip: "Well. You know how Dad's a total fucking asshole? Turns out he's the good one."

Bob's stance is that, even though it sucks that Frank lured them back there to pull off a con, they'll cooperate if he gives them Liam. Something about black kids needing black parents because of a cultural backlash against Madonna and Malawi or something.

Monica: "Roberta and I want to start a family of our own.
Fiona: "How about you finish this one first? You don't get to abandon your kids and then show up one day to take your pick of the litter.
Frank: "Now, that's not fair. Your mother's made mistakes, but she's here now. That's got to count for something."

(Oh, yes he did.)