Shameless : Dexter in American tv series Chapter 306 307: Selfish to the Bone. You Really Are a Good

Outside the Police Station.

Fiona stood there shivering uncontrollably, gripped by a strange feeling of loss.

Bit by bit, mories of all the tis Tony had bailed the Gallaghers out over the years flashed through her mind.

For so long, she had taken Tony's help for granted. She thought it was just the way things were.

But now...

Tony wasn't going to help the Gallaghers anymore...

So, what happens next ti? What happens when the Gallaghers inevitably run into trouble with the law again?

The more she thought about it, the more panic set in.

Notice that Fiona didn't spend a second thinking about the fact that she had hurt Tony's feelings. Her mind was entirely focused on the inconvenience of losing a useful resource and the trouble that would cause her.

Selfish people. That's just how they are.

After a long while.

Fiona took a deep breath, gritted her teeth to force herself to calm down, and turned back toward the police station.

As Monica's daughter, she didn't need Tony's help to see her mother. She had the right.

Fiona got in.

In the holding cell, Monica was acting like a lunatic, still pacing and cursing up a storm. It was a mystery where she found the energy for so many insults.

Looking at Monica in this state, Fiona zoned out for a mont before a plan ford in her head.

"Monica," Fiona called out.

Hearing her na, Monica turned around. Seeing Fiona, she finally stopped her tirade for a second and grinned. Then, urgently, she said, "Fiona! Get out of here! These pigs are sick in the head. They're targeting ..."

Fiona wasn't surprised by the crazy talk. She ignored it completely, pretending she didn't hear it. "Monica, shut up and listen to !"

Monica froze for a second, then obediently shut her mouth and walked up to the bars.

"The police said because of the drugs, you can't get bail. You have to go to court. The court will assign you a public defender," Fiona said, her expression serious and intense. "You tell that lawyer you have bipolar disorder. Use the illness as your defense. The judge won't send you to prison. At most, they'll send you to the psych ward for a few days..."

Listening to this, Monica's eyes went wide. She scread, "I am not bipolar!!"

"Shut up!!" Fiona had had enough. She snapped back instantly. "Do you want to go to prison??"

Monica did not want to go to prison.

A few minutes later.

"That's the plan. I'm going back now. I'll co see you at the hearing." After repeating the instructions several tis and practically forcing Monica to agree, Fiona dropped that line and turned to leave.

Monica looked heartbroken. She sniffled, then suddenly rembered sothing. "Where's Frank?"

Fiona paused mid-step but didn't look back. " The Alibi."

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The Alibi Room.

The news that Peg was dying had Frank over the moon.

Frank was grinning ear to ear. Glug, glug. He chugged his beer, popping pills into his mouth like they were jelly beans, living his absolute best life.

Fueled by the high, Frank did what Frank does—his mouth kept running, spewing nonsense regardless of whether anyone was listening.

Tommy and the others drank their beers in peace, completely ignoring him.

Life for the barflies went on.

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2114 North Wallace.

Dexter helped Carl wheel Peg into the house.

As of today, Peg had basically lost her ability to move on her own.

Looking at Peg in this state...

Dexter knew that in a few days, once her condition deteriorated a little more, Peg would likely choose to end her own life.

That ant in a few days, Carl's escape from the Gallagher house would co to an end. He'd have to return to that pit.

He was too young. There was no other way.

Dexter felt a bit sentintal about it.

Lost in thought, the four of them arrived in the living room.

After helping settle Peg onto the sofa, Carl stood there with red eyes. He couldn't help but ask, "Grandma, are you going to die?"

Peg chuckled. As she fished for a cigarette, she replied, "Yep. Not many days left."

Carl's face tightened. He stared at Peg, unable to speak.

Peg lit her cigarette, still smiling. "Don't be sad. People get old, people die."

Carl blinked back tears. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Hearing this, Peg felt genuinely comforted. Her smile grew much brighter. "Of course. From now on, you need to help buy my cigarettes, my booze, and my food. Can you do that?"

Carl nodded heavily imdiately. "Of course I can!"

"That's enough then," Peg said with a smile. "You really are my best grandson. Alright, go play in your room for a bit. I need to talk to Dexter."

Now that her impending death was public knowledge, it was ti for Peg to arrange her affairs.

Carl obediently left the room.

Dexter knew what Peg wanted to discuss. He sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and waited for her to speak.

Peg wasn't one for small talk. she cut straight to the chase. "I don't have many days left. Is our deal still valid?"

"Of course," Dexter exhaled smoke and nodded.

"Good. You can handle my funeral however you want. I don't care. Bury , cremate and shove in a jar—makes no difference," Peg said calmly.

"Okay. I'll arrange it," Dexter replied.

Peg took a drag of her cigarette. "The money is in the sofa cushion under your ass. Take it out and take it with you. I'm entrusting Carl to you."

"Got it," Dexter agreed. He stood up, nimbly retrieved the cash from the cushion, and casually handed it to Bianca.

Bianca was a little confused, not quite understanding what Dexter and Peg were doing.

"You're a good man," Peg smiled, offering her assessnt.

Dexter wanted to laugh.

A good man.

Hardly.

They chatted for a few more sentences. Peg didn't have much else to say, so Dexter took Bianca and left.

They walked out of the house and got into the car.

Bianca couldn't hold it in anymore and asked hurriedly, "What kind of deal do you have with Peg? Why did she give you all that money?"

"I promised to handle her funeral arrangents. You've seen Frank and Fiona—they wouldn't do it..." Dexter replied with a faint smile. "As for the money, consider it the paynt for a house. The house being built two doors down from us? I sold it to Peg."

"To be precise, I sold it to Carl. Carl just doesn't know it yet. The agreent is that when Carl turns eighteen, I transfer the house to him."

Listening to this, Bianca was speechless for a mont. She blinked rapidly, her eyes beginning to shine. "So that's it... You really are a good man."

"Haha," Dexter laughed. "So, shouldn't you reward ?"

Hearing that tone.

Bianca instantly had a bad feeling and went on alert. "What kind of dirty idea do you have now?"

Dexter gave a dazzling smile. "Nothing much. Just those uniforms I ordered online yesterday? A few of them arrived. Let's go try them on later."

"..." Bianca's cheeks flushed red. "I take back what I just said. You aren't a good man! You're a villain!"

Haha.

She wasn't wrong!

He was definitely a villain.

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