Sisterwife: "She's right. My husband's public defender never even met Clyde before the arraignment, then suggested he plead guilty to child molestation and sexual abuse." Everybody: (Stares, horrified, at everybody else.)
They talk about the defense attorney that managed to get Veronica's brother six years for arson, mostly to change the subject, and Fiona notes that, per Tony, it's possible she can at least get Ian released into her care, but Lip's got all these priors: Truancy, shoplifting, drinking, and that fight where he fractured Cam Matlock's cheekbone -- "But no felonies, though," Carl spits in this really weird voice -- and once V brings up the fact that it was a stolen Porsche, the subject turns, of course to Steve. Fiona heads next door and pounds on the door, as a last resort, but there's still no Steve.
He's busily getting ignored by the cops at the station, I guess hoping to solve this before he has to talk to Fiona, and once he gets their attention he tries to pay their bail, but there's nothing he can do: They haven't been arraigned yet and possibly won't make it into court until tomorrow.
Frank sits uncomfortably in his pink silk housecoat while Sheila feeds him and worries about Karen; she comes in with that chain on her face and barely spares him a look before trudging back down into hell. "Don't go to the basement yet," Sheila sweetly pleads: "Come and sit with us!"
Steve's drunk mom is nursing a cocktail when Debbie shows up, looking for Jimmy; it is at this point that she decides on the nuclear option -- one of the few game-changers in the finale -- to a hilarious drunken non-response: "No. He's living 96 blocks away, on the South Side, dating my sister, stealing cars, and going by the name of Steve."
Frank busts in on Karen on the john and delivers a hellishly long speech about how they cannot continue to be in love or have a relationship or whatever the fuck he's thinking, because he loves his son so much, and a man must have the courage to fight his passions and whatever usual Frank bullshit, and she just stares at him for a while, with a sort of catatonic humor, until he goes away again...
And then, gamely trying to fit himself back into the fatherly (or at least mom's-boyfriendly) role, he comes back and does the unthinkable: Crushes some twenties into her hand, and tells her to pick up something pretty. You can see where he's headed with that, and it's not a bad thing necessarily, but... Learn to read a room. When he's gone she turns her hand over, with the money still folded inside, to look at her tattoo.