It's nice because there's no better metaphor for letting go, the water like that, and Sheila's just about got her arms around Liam and she's free, and Ian is about to redefine every relationship at once, which is a nice feeling, but: TV is such a goddamn lie. Swimming pools make everything feel like rawhide, especially guy parts. It's the worst sex place on earth, besides the beach.

What's the best? Well, Ian heads back over to the Milkovich's house for Kash's gun, having once again received that hit of orgasm-related oxytocin that fools him into thinking Kash is a suitable boyfriend, and gets his crowbar on for about five seconds before he and Mickey start tossing each other around the room like a couple of muscly ragdolls -- Nazi Dad still snoring on the couch -- and then finally they are on the bed and Mickey is looking down at Ian like about to break his face in or choke him out, and Ian's looking back up at him wondering if this is how he is going to die and whether Kash will appreciate it and then, something behind both sets of eyes goes click, and then boom, and the clothes are coming off all over the place and they barely even have time to giggle before they're rocking the whole shack: Just a couple of age-appropriate, gun- and crowbar-wielding, black eye-nursing teenage boys, fucking their brains out like God intended.

Well done. Fiona and Steve meanwhile make it back to Sheila's, and while she is realistic enough to know the whole escape/rescue thing is barely an interesting story she can't quite keep the crazy need and love of Liam off her face as they slowly get him into their arms and don't really notice how callous they're being when they casually tell her she can see him again soon, because nobody ever really notices other people's cages even when they're in the same cage as we are, so why would they even think about how Liam saved Sheila's life today, or care that she saved him right back?

And, for good or ill, the last thing Sheila does in this episode is head upstairs and pop her birth control into the toilet, first a pill at a time and then in a flood, which is okay by me only because she's managed to build a family around her that will keep the child from catching Rapunzel syndrome from her. I mean, look how awesome Karen is, and those kids will have the entire Gallagher army behind them. A bridge between the houses, which is necessary to the narrative but would also give Fiona and Sheila both another reason to leave when they need to.