Frank is now fully homeless, with Eddie still stalking the streets screaming his name and looking to kill him, well into the night. Next morning, his coworkers are crowded around his computer, watching his daughter fuck the man who stole his wife. Over at the Kash & Grab, Lip runs into some boys laughing about the old Gallaghers, what they're up to, and the cuter big one offers to take Daddyz Girl off his hands once their family's done with her. He races home, eventually finds a Wi-Fi connection, and fires up the video. By the time Karen leaves her house, no doubt to do more havoc, he's waiting.
"Frank?" he groans, but she just keeps walking. He can't hate her half as much as she already does; it's already broken, this is not survivable. "Frank?!" he screams again, but she just keeps walking.
Veronica and Fiona have that same exact conversation everybody has already had with Fiona about her big choice or whatever, Fiona is the put-upon center of the universe who like the pelican of yore feeds the masses on blood from her breast, yadda-yadda, and Fiona randomly confesses that she is in love with Steve, so she breaks down crying or something and Veronica gives her a hug, and it's like, Costa Rica or don't, but shut up already.
In better news, Lip very nearly runs Frank down with a stolen car, but settles for beating the everloving shit out of him. Sheila gives Frank this whole speech about whatever lie he's told her about the beating, and they love each other, and it's pretty sweet considering how worthless Frank is.
In even better news, Eddie heads out to the ice hut, cuts a hole in the ice, ropes himself to a cinderblock, and dives deep. Until the boys at work saw, he wasn't ashamed. All that ugliness came bouncing right back, the second they saw what she'd done to him.
Lip finds Karen, hands still covered in blood and bruises, and they head out into the night while Fiona goes looking for her luggage. It's everywhere; it's covered in toys and trash and memories, but she finds it.