Previously on Call Me Fitz...
Why would you resent me?
Ally, we agreed *** to see my wee-wee.
We're always good business partners, lady.
- ***. - Nightmare marriage.
Goddamn geniuses when it came to ***.
Congratulations, Mr. Mayor. What are you gonna do now?
Whatever the fuck I want.
Oh, God.
She is all your now.
I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I am having this baby.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Oh, my God! Hello?
Get out of my life, you fucking lo-o-o-o-o-ser!
I have to get the dealership back from those two ***.
I want to buy my dealership back.
- The *** have tactical advantage. - Sign!
Give me a chance, a chance to be the most attentive father in the world!
Don't forget your friends on the air, ***.
300,000. Cash.
The only way you could beat the highest bidder is by combining all.
In business with him? No fucking way.
It's me. Uh...
Listen, I'm gonna be a little bit late for our future.
They're gonna take me to the Home World now.
I did it. I own this place now!
- ***. - Good.
Good hustle. Come on now, come on, one more!
- He's a Fitzpatrick! - Oh, fuck...
Your passports, birth certificates, drivers licenses and library cards.
Oh, and I'm also gonna need some teeth.
Your daddy is not a loser.
I am.
***
You know what, buddy?
With that money we can build a place twice this size. Ring-a-ding-ding!
From the dawn of time, Fitzpatrick's have
always sold cars.
We've also been tax cheats.
Sexual mavericks.
Reverse cowgirl?
That was us.
Crack-addicted circus clowns.
Hell, my second cousin once fucked a rhino,
and no, that's not a metaphor.
Only one skill we Fitzes never mastered
was that of 'family man.'
And I, Richard Fitzpatrick,
sure as shit am not gonna break with tradition now.
Fuck man, not the Hugo Boss!
Jesus.
How do you plead to the charges of
Jail break, arson, insurance fraud,
kidnapping, narcotics use and
chronic and continued civil disobedience.
Not guilty!
Guilty!
Yes he, he is guilty.
As sin.
Stop typing.
Charges dismissed.
Sayonara, shitbags.
I got cars to sell.
Okay, wait, wait, wait,
you're letting my dickwit brother go?
Listen, Ms. Aiding-and-abetting- a-prison-break,
your brother bankrupted the city with his
bogus run for office.
I'm not spending another dime on the Fitzpatricks.
Okay, A. I didn't vote for him
and 2. they weren't real prisoners,
so it wasn't a real prison break,
which means I am not a real
motherfucking aider and abetter,
you nappy-haired Nazi bitch!
Okay, maybe one more dime.
Wait, wait, no, no, no, no?
Hands behind your back.
Oh, come on!
Oh, get your hands off of me!
Or at least put them in the right fucking pl-!
No, get them off of me!
C'mon, Your Honor.
Joyce.
I'm beggin' ya.
One night's sleep in lockup,
that's all I'm asking.
This little fucker parties harder
than I do.
You got yourself a life sentence
the second you whipped your dick
out of your pants, Fitzpatrick.
There's no escaping parenthood.
♪ Without you I'd find my smile ♪
♪ Without you I'd'a won by a mile ♪
♪ Without you Oh life would be so grand ♪
♪ Without you I'm half a man ♪
♪ With out you
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Oh, Fuck.
Fuck!
Shut up, shut up!
FUCK!
Oh ya, that feels good
doesn't it.
Yeah, Fitzey likes that sometimes too.
OK.
Aww, who's a free daddy?
Congratulations!
Go choke on a dick Larry.
Um, no.
But I will take this as a sign - nay,
a golden opportunity - to help Richard Fitzpatrick
become the first responsible father on
the Fitzpatrick family tree.
Ta-dah.
Baby book.
Dumbass, the baby can't read yet.
Can he?
I'm making a Fitzpatrick memory book.
Oh and look, I discovered a
single sprout of goodness.
Yeah, Grandma Alice.
See she's got a spotless driving record.
Good teeth.
And just check out this AA pin on her lapel
and she didn't even drink!
Yeah.
She's a real keeper.
Disappeared before family dinner
and never came back.
Well perhaps she'll return.
You know maybe, maybe she went on
a safari because the Fitzpatricks were
renowned animal lovers!
Look a Rhino!
Fuck off, dick cheese!
Richard, don't you see?
Alice is genetic proof that there is
good in this family.
It's someone for the baby to look up to.
Where are you going?
My happy place, Larry.
Bottom of a martini glass.
You can't take a baby into a bar.
Oh, I think generations of Fitzpatricks
would call bullshit.
Richard!
There's a baby, baby!
OH RICHARD!
Oh, hey, little buddy-
AGGGGHHHH!!!
Arson?
Fraud?!
Your underwriter can kiss my
hairy Irish ass.
And then he can kiss it again!
So, Mr. F?
Did we get the SL 12000 or should we get the 15?
You'll get shit and love it!
Until I get to the bottom of who's trying
to fuck Ken Fitzpatrick.
You are an attractive man.
No, you retarded bongmonkey.
First they sabotaged our insurance claim,
now they outbid us on the new fleet.
Someone's trying to bring us down.
You mean down, down?
'Cause Joshy like.
Has your ass grown teeth?
Hold my calls.
I got a meeting with a bottle of bourbon.
Woah woah woah, ah no,
I'm the mechanic.
Mechanic?
You're nothing without Fitzpatrick Motors.
Were nothing without Fitzpatrick Motors.
This family wouldn't exist without
Fitzpatrick fucking Motors.
So, if I'm not the mechanic then...
Who am I?
K, that didn't help.
now I really don't remember.
Really?
Fuck!
Get your hands off!
Hey, you wanna hold my kid?
How did he find us!?
I don't know cousin.
It's not as if we have a giant beacon of
sin on our roof.
Well Josh promised that our top secret location
would be -top secret.
Cousin, we are a mere three blocks from our
previous domicile.
It doesn't even matter.
With this increase in facial hair and
the wearing of these casual slacks,
no one will be able to recognize us.
We will kill the Western infidel
with liver failure.
One half-price bourbon shot a time.
Only between the hours of four and five pm.
The hour of happiness, that is our
greatest weapon!
Would your bald friend there like a drink?
Yeah sure, make it a triple.
It is a shame that the trafficking of babies
is illegal in this country of mine,
which I have always lived.
What did you just say?
Ahhh-
Two for one bourbon shots.
Babies drink free.
No, no, that thing about
selling kid's.
White ones used to fetch
a very good price,
a very good price indeed,
they did.
Ya, that's it, if I get caught
trying to sell you, child services
will be all over me, you'll go to some
do-gooder and Fitzy's back in action.
He did not recognize us.
Not a chance.
What are you so stressed out about?
What am I?
A mechanic?
A man?
I always wanted to be a smurf.
Hey Josh, Josh, say a guy wanted to
get caught trying to sell a kid...
You can't sell your baby!
Can you swap him for drugs?
Yes, yes you can.
Good.
Go get your stash, and flag down a cop.
Flag down my stash, get a cop.
On it!
Officer! Over here!
Hey! Officer!
Oh Richard, can you settle
a disagreement?
This nice lady clearly needs a car,
but seems to think that she doesn't.
Kooky, eh?
I'm just browsing, actually.
I really should be going.
Oh my gosh, is he yours?
Let me see the little guy.
Ha ha ha - free with every purchase.
Richard is a single father.
The most loving single father on
dealership row.
A real family man.
Hi, handsome boy.
You have got beautiful eyes,
just like your daddy.
Hi.
Hi there.
Hello cutie pie.
Aww, big smiles.
(♪ Let it be dear Lord ♪)
(♪ Let it beeee )
(♪ Just a closer walk with the-eeee ♪)
Well that was magic.
Baby's first sale.
And possibly a violation of
child labour laws.
What's one thing no other dealer on
this strip has?
Drug addiction and a Napoleon complex?
Fresh meat, face-vagina.
We're re-branding.
"Fitzpatrick Family Motors."
Kid's a shit-sack, but he can sling tin.
Yay, Daddy!
Five.
I got two kilos of biker meth.
Is that enough to buy the baby?
Really, Fitzpatrick?
You have the right to shut the fuck up
baby trafficker.
Ya!
I got the kid.
Be careful with the baby.
Fuck.
Spread em like you like it.
Douche bag.
Joyce, may I call you Joyce?
No.
Joyce, this is not what it looks like.
Mr. Fitzpatrick wasn't trying to
sell his only child for street drugs?
Yep, it is what it looks like.
It wasn't real, I was just
joking around with my friend.
One Joshua McTaggart, known drug dealer,
military deserter -
And murderer!
A complete fabrication of charges and waste
of municipal time.
Is that a perm?
Ma'am, Richard's little joke was just an attempt
to find the baby a happy and stable home.
Which he is now willing to provide.
So now you want the kid?
Yeah.
What's your deal, Fitzpatrick?
C'mon, your honor.
The babies mother abandoned the
little guy.
Get back here.
We're doing the best we can.
I'm all he has.
I am his home.
I'm going to call bullshit on that.
Bull-true!
Okay, I'll send a case worker for a
home visit today.
You can prove this baby has a stable and loving
family environment.
You bet your sweet ass he does.
Or my name isn't Richard Fucking Fitzpatrick.
His middle name is actually Lance.
Ha ha ha.
Did you know that?
Lance.
Richard, Grandma Alice would be proud.
Yeah? Where's the ho-bag now that I need
some babysitting?
Josh, go collect a bunch of crap the babies
going to need in its...
place where a baby sleeps.
A spaceship?
Yeah, whatever.
Just make sure it's not pink.
On it!
Richard, as much as I like to be the
voice of optimism,
where are we supposed to find a house
with no money, no one to vouch for us and --
No, no, dear God, please no!
Dream on.
Fuck, Mom.
I gotta find a home for the kid by four,
or Child Services is going to take him away.
Sweet.
I used to have to pay to get you brats
off my hands.
It's not even your fucking house.
Grandma Alice ever comes by,
I'll be sure to thank her for the
Social Security checks.
Mrs. Fitzpatrick, Richard does not want
the baby to be taken away.
He's attempting to follow the example
of Grandma Alice, and be a family man.
Oh, Alice.
Always going on about her pills.
Heart condition this, heart condition that -
if it weren't for the free digs,
I'd track her down and I'd
kill her myself.
I got to get the dealership back on track,
and this kid. He's our angle.
What's my cut?
One helping of tender heart felt knowledge
that you didn't ruin another
Fitzpatrick child's life!
Suck it, stretch.
Two hits of crank and some lip balm?
Fine.
Ah, homey.
What the fuck is he doing here?!
Ah, shit showed up with a sob story,
a forty of scotch and a
Viagra prescription.
Thinks somebody's trying to sabotage
the new dealership.
You swore you wouldn't talk to him again
after the church scam.
Well at least someone appreciates my assets.
Well, a kindly grandpa would reflect well
with child services.
Fine.
Don't just stand there,
grab a leg!
Take him, TAKE HIM!
Okay, here we go,
Come on old man.
Oh fuck he's heavy.
It's right up there.
Eh Fuck!
Meghan was always in charge of
sobering up the old man.
You were my specialty.
Ah, that's nice.
A mother-son memory!
Careful, the book can cause nosebleeds.
What?
Whoa-ha!
Uncle Josh to the rescue.
Not a zombie, what's up, Mrs. F.
Oh great.
Just like when you were a kid.
Inviting every degenerate in the neighborhood
to come and eat our food.
If by food, you mean cigarettes
and diet pills.
Alright, you keep an eye on the kid.
And you, put on some fucking clothes Grandma!
Don't you ever call me that.
Mama's got a big stick.
Do you have a big stick?
Oh yes!
Get in.
Fuck off.
I think I have a shot with my guard,
and if he sees me talking to you,
I'm going to be back on
laundry duty.
I need to sober up Dad,
and you're the only one who knows how.
Why should I tell you?
So I won't leave you here in prison to rot
after the Botox wears off?
Maybe I like it here.
Huh?
Maybe these people accept me for who I am.
Mika.
Latisha.
Mo-Reen.
They're more of a family than
you and Mom and Dad will ever be.
Except for the hep-C and crabs.
Come on Meghan!
I'll sign you out for the day.
I'll even spring for that cheese that you like.
A day?!
I'm eligible for house arrest.
If you supervise my release I'll get
one of those awesome ankle bracelet
monitor thingy's.
And then maybe I'll think about
helping you wake Daddy up.
But I still want the cheese.
Fuck!
Take it or leave it bro.
I love it here.
Ok, as requested: duct tape,
four C-cell batteries, tinfoil
and one vodka cooler...
Though why he needs more alcohol,
I'll never know.
The cooler's for me, idiot.
Oh.
Now get out!
I need space to work my magic!
Got it.
God!
I love you, Daddy, and I will forever
and ever and ever.
AGHHHHHH!!!!!!
Why should I help you?
I'm the one getting fucked here.
Stop looking at me, homo.
Yeah, what's the plan, asshole?
You promised me cheese.
Whoa-whoa-whoa!
How come she get's cheese and we don't?
You know, I have company
coming here at five.
No spectators, if you know what I mean.
We'll see about that.
Was that spectator thing towards me?
He told me to come over.
Shut your fucking mouth!
I just want my cheese!
Ugh. I need a drink.
You don't know how to be a family.
You couldn't find your dick
with two hands.
Give it up Larry.
You want to know what I know, mister?
If I knew what you knew,
don't you think I'd already
fucking know it?
Fair enough, but what I know is
this family is like a used car.
Yeah, it's an odd assortment of rusty,
broken parts, but when you
put it together, it's got the
potential to drive.
Until the warranty runs out.
Not my problem.
It's a new era, Richard.
Fitzpatrick Family Motors.
It's what you do.
It's what you all do.
You sell cars.
And you are going to continue that legacy
or my name is not -
Shut the fuck up -
- Larry.
Attention!
Listen to the cockswab.
Josh, do you have anything that can
make his house smell a little less illegal?
Ohhh.
Aurora Indica.
Crossed with Afghan buds and other Indica strains.
Yes, yes.
I've a California Skunk
that can neutralize the smell while
simultaneously providing a
pleasant high.
Huh, how domestic of you.
That's it!
I'm a domestic god.
You.
Put on some clothes.
Yeah!
I found this twinset and string of pearls
I took the liberty of laying out for you.
Those are my anal beads.
And you.
Focus on what's really important here.
Cold. Hard. Cash.
I can get behind that.
Okay, okay, okay, what about me,
what do I get?
Oh yes, you are actually welcome
to leave.
Oh that's funny!
Oh, what's that?
Oh, it's just the sound of my
ankle monitor - Ah!
Look, Mom.
King Kong cock.
Josh?
Yeah.
Grab a hold.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh!
Its ok its ok its ok.
Give the kid to Meghan.
There you go.
Can you get that kid to shut up?
Jesus.
Oh the book.
About face!
Ok, good good good.
Jesus, sit still, will you old man?
I'll sit still when you blow me.
It feels like I got a SCUD missile
in my pants.
I'll tell them you love kids.
No no no.
Perhaps not that, not that!
OK, here we go.
So we're a fucking family.
Now what?
A few words.
We've finally come together to give this
baby a home and -
And exploit his ass to sell cars.
Solidarity!
Grandma Alice, when we find you,
and bring you home, you will be proud.
Oi...
Oh a camera!
Camera, there must be one somewhere.
Stay, Cheese!
I'll check the basement.
Take him!
It's OK, come here buddy.
♪ I art weak but thou art strong ♪
♪ Jesus keep me from all wrong ♪
♪ I'll be satisfied as long ♪
♪ As I walk let me walk close to thee ♪
♪ Just a closer walk with thee ♪
♪ Grant it Jesus is my plea ♪
♪ Daily walking close to thee ♪
♪ Let it be, dear Lord, let it be ♪
Grandma Alice!
♪ Let it be dear Lord Let it be ♪
Well, shockingly, everything seems
to be in order.
I try and I try and I try
and I give and I give and I give.
What do you want from Larry?
Do you want my tie, here you go,
it's my favorite tie.
What do you want?
Do you want my shirt off my back huh?
Oh God, Grandma Alice
was the last good Fitzpatrick and you
left her in the basement!
In the basement!
Oh, Oh God!
There's a basement?
I'm sorry baby with no name.
There's no goodness here.
What do you want from Larry?
There is no goodness here.
Ahhh!
NO GOODNESS HERE!
Ahhhh!
What do you want?
That guy live here?
No.
Ah.
We'll see you next week.
Ah, what do you mean next week?
Court-ordered visits for
the first six months,
Mr. Fitzpatrick.
All Fitzpatricks in the same home,
so we can keep an eye on you.
Oh, and ah, Judge Joyce -
sends her best.
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