I'll start out saying what I didn't like much about this episode, which is, ironically enough, what I liked most about last week's: Lip's storyline. The problem with his story this week was that it was exactly. the. same. as last week. Lip's alone, he's struggling, it's harder than he thinks and there's real competition. It's the risk you take when you take your character away from all that he usually interacts with, and I already know they're going to solve that by bringing him back home next week ("next week on!").
It was so great to see Sheila back, and dating, and dating a Native American from Christian Mingle who is DTF!!! Too much goodness there.Frank, again, is showing how low he is willing to get to get what he needs - which is a liver now - flirts with his own daughter. It was so disturbing when she kisses him, even for Shameless. This show does a good job breaking down sociopathic behaviors. These people can be extremely charming and charismatic when they need to, and cruel, selfish and relentless when that's what's needed. Frank showed both aspects of his flawlessly this episode. And we know Frank well enough to know that he wants a new liver so he can drink again, not because this is some kind of chance of redemption. He's an addict, after all. Which leads me to... Fiona.
I wasn't surprised to learn that this was an episode penned by a woman, Sheila Callagham. I say that because it was one of the finest character studies on a female character I've watched in a while, and showed Fiona's extremely sexual and adventurous side without making her slutty (ok, debatable) or objectified. It's safe to say that all viewers were waiting for Fiona to tire from her stable job/stable relationship combo. But the way it was done was fun, sexy and riveting. We know from the first time that Robbie shows up that he means trouble. Even though direction was a little heavy handed in making us fall for him too, with the sexy lighting and the one-second too long close-ups, we're hoping that Fiona will be a little smarter about how to deal with him. Instead, she flirts with him, sits on the kitchen sing with her legs provocatively open, and doesn't try to fight her sexual desire for one single second. Addict, he calls her, and he's so spot on. Even though it's never been articulated, that's what Fiona is. She is addicted to the rush, and when the rush starts slipping through her fingers -something most people would celebrate - she finds a way to feel it again. And she seems to like it, touching her ripped pantyhose in the train. The last shot, however, did it for me. She's walking away and catches a glimpse of her father, a man she despises for, precisely, his addiction and what it causes to the people around him. And that shot, without saying anything, said the world: she's way more similar to him that she would ever care to admit.

