Shameless

131| DNR

"Good morning,Chicago. A new dawn breaks on the citywide hunt for 'Nighthawks', Edward Hopper's most famous painting,stolen from the Art Institute. Despite the museum's state-of-the-art security system,the thief left no trace." A news reporter spoke on the TV.

"A-are we sure this is the real one?" Lip asked. "Be a hell of a coincidence." Ian said. "I don't get it: two guys and a girl,like,buying coffee—what's the big deal?" Mickey asked.

"It's supposed to be romantic. I guess I kind of see it." Ian said,looking at Mickey. Mickey furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"What? They look miserable,but at least they're miserable together." Ian shrugged. "I think it's rudimentary. Three people at a diner? Give me some paper. I'll draw it." Liam said.

"Yeah,I kind of doubt that,Picasso." Ian said,rubbing Liam's head as he walked past. "It's just another mediocre artist who's only famous because he's white." Liam said.

"All right,look,well,we got to get rid of it,right? I mean,if the cops find it here,we're all doing time." Lip said.

"Uh,yo,coffee?" Mickey asked from the kitchen. "Yeah,top of the washer." Lip said. "Hi. When are you gonna fix the hot water? I froze my tits off in the shower this morning." Debbie said,walking into the living room.

"Got the gas company coming sometime today." Lip said. "Hey,or you can get your tools out and you can fix it." Lip suggested.

"No thanks. Not helping you sell the house we grew up in." Debbie said. "Jesus Christ,Debs,this again?" Lip asked.

"Yes,this again. I was supposed to be working today,making money to feed my child, but instead,Franny and I have to go look for a new place to live,hopefully somewhere with no lead paint or mass shootings." Debbie said as Lip rubbed his head.

"Hey,Debs,you still covering the afternoon shift?" Ian asked. "Yeah." Debbie nodded. "What shift?" Lip asked. "The Alibi. Kev and V are in Louisville helping V's mom settle in,so Mick and I are opening." Ian explained.

"No,no. No one's going anywhere until we get rid of this thing,all right?" Lip said. "It's not my problem now,now that you're the one making decisions. Come on,Franny." Debbie said,holding Franny's hand as they left the house.

"We could burn it." Carl said as the twins stood up. "Burn a piece of art history worth,what,millions of dollars?" Ian asked. "Wait—millions? Shit. That's a section 668 federal offense. That's a major artwork? Ten years,each." Carla said.

"I know a guy who moved some dinosaurs bones that fell off a field museum truck a few years back. Want me to see if he can find a buyer?"
Mickey asked.

"No,there's not a fence in the world that can move this. I mean,it'd be like trying to sell the Mona Lisa." Lip said.

"Let's just put it in an alley by the Art Institute,call in a tip." Ian said. "Frank's prints are gonna be all over it. I mean,how do you get prints off canvas—carpet cleaner? Do we even have carpet cleaner?" Lip asked as Frank walked downstairs.

"Holy shit. Is that the original? How the hell did it get here?" Frank asked. "Good question,Frank." Lip crossed his arms. "Did Jelly—they fucked me." Frank said.

"You stole it." Carl said. "It was Tease. Wasn't it? What'd he say? Why did he bring it here?" Frank asked. "Tease is dead." Liam said.

Frank turned to look at him. "What?"
"You told me yesterday." Liam said. "Y-you don't remember anything about this,right?" Lip asked.