The Mick (2017–2018): Season 1, Episode 10 - The Mick - full transcript

Mickey's latest romance is threatened by her unwanted suitors.

(sighs)

Hey, Chippy.

Your hot piece of aunt around?

We've been over this, Jerry.

She's not interested.

Neither was my first wife,
but I wore her down, too.

It's a little process I call "erosion."

Oh, what a love story.

- (chuckles)
- Sabrina.

- You seen Mickey?
- No.

She hasn't been here
the past few nights.



It's been awesome.

Hey, I'll take care of this.

- Ooh.
- Beat it, Berlin.

You got no business here.

And you do?

New rule: if Mickey's not here,
neither are you two.

Well, I just came by
to drop off flowers.

Oh, well, I'll just make
sure she gets them.

She enjoy my chocolates?

Yeah, big time.
It's amazing how easy it is

to change Jerry to Jimmy on a card.

All right, you listen to me,
you son of a bitch...

You listen to me, Berlin.

I've been working this
girl for ten years.



I am this close to locking her down.

Yeah, well, that's too bad,
because I'm gonna be

coming around,

and around and around,

just like a cement mixer.

Oh, yeah? Well, here's
the funny thing about

a cement mixer, Chip,
and I've been meaning

to tell you this, they're too slow!

(grunting)

Screw you, pretty boy!

Pretty boy? I'm uglier than you!

(yells)

Hot day today, huh?

Yeah. You must be bacon in the sun.

Because I'm a pig?

- I get it.
- You get it?

- Yeah.
- That's good.

(laughs)

(snarling)

This is embarrassing.

SABRINA: And over Mickey, too.

I don't get it.

(grunting)

Wow. Hey, Mick.

Hey, beautiful.

At ease, gentlemen.

(moaning)

Ooh.

Where the hell have you been?

I was at a job interview.

(scoffs) There's no way
you're up for a job

where you look like that.

Don't worry about where I was.

Lipstick, perfume,
clothes that don't look

like you got them out of a duffel bag.

- You were with a man.
- What's his name?

I don't know what you
guys are talking about.

He must be hideous if you
won't bring him by the house.

I'm just saying,
you parade Jimmy around

like he's some sort of prize.

This guy must be a real troll.

Dante is not a troll.

Dante! His name's Dante.

Uh-huh. And what's wrong with him?

You're clearly embarrassed.

I'm embarrassed of you guys!

All right? Fine. There.

I really like this guy and
I don't want to scare him off

with all my baggage.

- We're baggage?
- Yeah.

You, Jimmy,
the FBI car sitting out front.

Believe it or not, it's not
the most attractive package.

CHIP: That's it.

I got enough to worry about
with those two idiots,

now I got to take on a third?

BEN: Guys.

Carrot's been acting weird

since bath time.

Can you fix him?

Aah.

I got this.

Alba!

Okay. Who's ready to
be lucky Carrot #12?

Twelve? As in, Ben's
killed 11 other bunnies?

Well... not all at once. It's...

just easier to buy in bulk.

Oh, my God, Alba, you're nurturing

a future serial killer.

I admit, the body count
does bring great shame.

(scoffs) But it is easier

than explaining death
to his fragile little mind.

No! Alba, you can't
protect him forever.

Okay. You're right.

No more enabling Ben.

You tell him.

Or this is the last Carrot,
and he lives

a long, healthy life.

- Okay. Okay.
- Okay.

Last Carrot.

- Last Carrot.
- Come on, little guy.

Show yourself, troll.

Gotcha.

Hey, Dante!

Yeah, you.

Chip... Get out of here.

Look, I got nothing
against you, personally.

But I don't need another mangled goon

around my house, stinking up the place.

So how about you do everyone a favor,

hop back on your tugboat
and sail to Garbage Island.

Chip, I don't know this man.
Just bumming a smoke.

Thank you, sir.

- Now get the hell out of here.
- No.

- Sup, Mick.
- (groans)

Are you ready to roll?

Who the hell's this guy?

(sighs)

Dante, Chip. Chip, Dante.

That can't be right.

This guy's too big and
handsome to be Dante.

(chuckles) I'm sorry to disappoint.

Who are you?

(sighs)

He want to meet us? Why?

I don't know. If it were up to
me, Dante wouldn't even know

you two existed, but Chip ruined that.

Oh. Who's Dante?

Bring me up to speed.

He's Mickey's new sex troll.

What?

Well, not exactly a troll.

I mean, obviously,
something's wrong with him

if he's dating her.

Whoa, wha... uh, dating him?

Why? What's wrong with me?

Well, for starters,
I'm not programmed in his phone

as "Vito's Pizzeria."

Really? Again?

Look, when we first started plugging,

I was nailing this bird
from the airport,

so I had to disguise your
aunt's phone number in my phone.

Yeah, and ten years
later, I'm still pizza.

All right. Take a breath.

I'll change your name in my phone.

No, you're not getting it.
It's not about that.

It's too late, Jimmy.

I'm Dante's pizza now.

Ugh. Can you guys please,
just do me this one favor?

No way! We're already at capacity.

What if we get rid of Jimmy?

- Deal.
- Sold.

Pack your bags, Jimbo.

Y-You're chucking me?

After all I've done for you?

Sorry, but the people have spoken.

Oh.

Yeah.

Yeah. Fine.

'Cause I've got about a
million other places

I'd rather be right now.

Okay, great. Uh, Dante's coming over

to pick me up later tonight,

so if you could just do me
a favor and not be jackasses

for five minutes, that's all.

Yeah, fine.

MICKEY: Okay.

This'll be fun.
Let's make it quick, though,

'cause I don't want
to miss the previews.

Hey, kids! Come on down!

There they are! My little monkeys!

Oh, boy. Here we go. This is Sabrina,

this is Ben,

and this is Chip, you already
met Chip, right? The other day.

DANTE: Sup, y'all.

It's nice to finally meet
you guys. I'm Dante.

- Good evening.
- Pleasure is ours.

How do you do?

Okay! Have a good night...
finish your homework.

Like good little, little, little guys.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm not buying that.

- The homework thing, or the...
- No, no, no. All of it.

Let me guess, uh, she
told you to be nice

- to the new guy, right?
- What?

(chuckling): Don't be silly.

Oh, come on, come on.

My foster mom, she used
to do the same thing

every time she brought
a new boyfriend home.

You were a foster kid?

Yup. I was. So stop playing
games with me and be real.

'Cause I know you don't
want to be here, right?

It's pure hell.

- You bitch! You bitch, we had a deal!
- Ah!

DANTE: Okay, okay. She's being honest.

That's all. I'm sure they
all got burning questions

- for me, so hit it.
- No. No, no, no, no.

Let's go to the movie, please.

How about we just stay
here and hang out?

'Cause we're just
getting started, right?

Yeah.

DANTE: So this guy,

that my foster mom dated,

Big Steve. We tortured his ass so bad

that he nearly lost his mind.

I mean, we took the
air out of his tires,

we even donated his clothes to charity.

(laughter) Don't give them
any ideas, they're horrible.

It works.

Hey, wow. What about this idea?

- MICKEY: What?
- What?

- (chuckles)
- What? Jimmy.

What?

What are you doing here?

(laughs)

Come on.

I wanted to see a perfect family.

Mr. Perfect?

I'm Mr. Not Good Enough.

Jimmy, go sleep it off somewhere,

you are really making
an ass of yourself.

- Yeah, go home, dude.
- No, I'm not going anywhere, Chip.

Dante, kick his ass.

Sabrina, I'm right here. (snickers)

- Jimmy...
- I suppose you want me to go too, Ben?

Who are you?

- That one hurts.
- MICKEY: Okay.

No, no, no, no, no, I got it. It hurts.

- Jimmy.
- Yeah.

Come here, let me talk
to you for a second.

- Come here, come on.
- Oh.

No, I'm not gonna hit you.

Come on, come on.

Okay, look, I get it, I get it, okay?

She's dope.

I get it, man.

But you can't do it like this.

You love her?

I freakin' love her so much.

You love her so much.

And you're a good guy, right?

I'm a really good guy.

Yeah.

So, look, respect her decision.

Go home, sleep it off.

All right? Come on. Let's go.

- ♪
- Sleep it off.

Yeah.

I'm gonna sleep it off.

♪ Sunshine ♪

♪ Opens up my day ♪

♪ A cool breeze blows along my way ♪

♪ There's no time to work,
it's time to play ♪

♪ Looks like love's the only way ♪

♪ And I'm happy just to be alive ♪

♪ Happy just to be alive ♪

♪ Happy just to be alive, yeah ♪

♪ All right. ♪



Hey, buddy.

So, where's Carrot?

- Carrot's not coming.
- Um...

SABRINA: Uh...

Why don't you have a seat?

We got to talk.

Ben...

Carrot's dead.

Dead how?

Like a cell phone?

Oh, no, no, Benito.

The bunny that you knew
as Carrot is no more.

He-he is up in the big
sky with Jesus now.

Oh. Didn't realize we
were going this route.

ALBA: See, in the Catholic religion,

we believe that when you die,

your soul separates from your body

then you are judged by the Lord.

And it is up to him to decide
if you live your eternal life

in Heaven or cast down
into the fiery pits of Hell

with the devils.

So Carrot's in Hell?

- No, No.
- No.

- SABRINA: No,
- ALBA: No.

I'm sure Carrot was a very good bunny

- and he's in heaven.
- Sí.

But he wasn't a good bunny.

He couldn't do any tricks

and he always pooped on the floor.

He's gonna burn forever.

Well...

only until he's reincarnated.

When he comes back as
another living thing.

So Carrot can come back as a monkey?

I've always wanted a monkey.

Okay, now you see why
I do the things I do.

Yep, I get it.

Oh, guys, thank you so
much for having me again.

(all chuckle)

You got an amazing family, Mick.

Yeah, they're all right.

That's funny,
I thought we were your baggage.

(laughing): Oh, you are so stupid.

- She's so stupid.
- DANTE: That's crazy.

You want to see real baggage?

I carry mine with me every day.

See this?

September 26th, 1983.

Bob Forsch, he pitched a
no-hitter against the Expos.

That was the last day I saw my father.

Oof.

- (all groan)
- DANTE: Yeah.

I know, I know.

He went to get a hot dog
during the 7th inning stretch

and he just... never came back.

- Oh, no.
- CHIP: He walked out on a no-hitter?

- That's awful.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, I don't want to be insensitive,

but, uh, compared to these guys,

that baggage is kind of like a
carry-on, you know what I mean?

- (laughter)
- We are pretty terrible.

- So I guess I'm being a bitch.
- You're being a little bit of a bitch.

- Okay. All right.
- Cheers, bitch.

- All right, who wants some pie?
- (all exclaiming)

- Okay.
- I do!

Chip, go get us some pie, man.

(snickers) No way. Make Alba do it.

What are you talking about?

Alba, she busted her hump
in the kitchen all day.

Yeah, it's your turn to pitch in.

(laughs) Yeah, right.

Buddy, I ain't asking.

(grunting)

This is my house, you son of a bitch!

I make the rules!

I don't get you pie,

you get me pie!

Don't touch me!

(yells)

Chip?

- Chip?
- Hmm?

What's up?

Go get the pie, dude.

Pie.

- (Dante chuckles)
- Yeah.

Make mine à la mode.

(both laugh)

Dante must be destroyed.

Yeah, that's all well and good,

but what the hell is
this jerk doing here?

Yeah, where's Mickey?

She's not coming.

I texted you from her phone.

(groans)

Piece of advice, kid,

don't tell a guy there's a sure thing

when there isn't.

Certain medications

have been set into motion

that cannot be unset.

What do you got, blues?

Yeah, what do you know about it?

Well, they're expensive.

I got a guy.

Yeah, me too. He's called a doctor.

Focus, idiots.

While you two bond over
your sexual shortcomings,

Dante's sweeping Mick off her feet.

What are you proposing?

We join forces.

Kid's right.

He's perfect for her.

We got to get rid of him.

What's the plan, Chip?

Well, the guy loves kids, right?

Yeah.

Well, what if he loved
kids a little too much?



I gotta say Chip, I
don't know about this.

Relax, we're not showing my face.

Just tossing a couple photos
on this guy's hard drive.

I got to say, branding this
guy a child molester...

I love it.

Let's see how Dante likes
his pie in prison.

- (door bursts open)
- FBI!

- Whoa!
- CHIP: Whoa, whoa!

It's not what it looks like.

WOMAN: And now I'd like
to say a few words.

- Hey, Ben,
- (TV turns off)

I heard you lost your bunny recently,

so I thought I'd do you one better.

- A puppy?
- Mm-hmm.

No way!

- Thanks, Dante.
- You got it, buddy.

Aw. (laughs)

You're so good to me.

Well, why wouldn't I be?

I love being around you,
I love being around your family.

And I love you.

I...

I love you, too.

"I love you"?

Who says that?

Oh, my God, is he some
kind of frickin' psycho?

Hello, Mickey, is everything okay?

No! Dante just told me he loved me.

- Well...
- Ew!

Do you love him?

(yells, then groans)

I mean, I should, right?

I don't know. No!

Oh, God, he's great.

- He's a great guy.
- Yes.

- He's got a great job.
- Oh, yeah.

- He's a frickin' tiger in the sack.
- Oh.

- Treats me like princess.
- Mm-hmm.

- The kids love him.
- Oh, yeah.

- I mean, he just got Ben a puppy!
- Wait, he did what?!

What is wrong with me?
I should love him, right?

- What kind of dog are we talking about?
- Forget about the dog!

- It's not about the dog, okay?
- No...

What is wrong with me?

Alba, I have this perfect guy,

and this perfect little
family and I'm not happy.

Alba, oh, God, I am
never gonna be happy.

- Oh, no!
- No.

- Okay, okay, no.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Don't go there. Don't go there, no.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

This is the American dream.

Okay? To have everything
you ever wanted,

and still be miserable.

- What?!
- Oh, yeah.

Look, I know what you need.

- Hold on one moment.
- (groaning)

Oh, no, I don't like this.
It feels bad.

Look, look, look. Calm down.

What's this? Poodle's little helpers.

Well, how do you think
she got by all these years?

Okay, hey, Ben,

we need to talk about
your new pet, okay?

New? He's not new.

Carrot got reincarnated into a puppy.

This is so neat.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- No, it's not, Ben.

- Okay, gimme... okay.
- Okay.

Listen to me, buddy, this
is gonna be hard to hear,

but it's for your own good, okay?

When someone dies,
they don't come back.

There is no heaven
or hell or reincarnation.

This isn't Carrot. They're gone.

And you can't see 'em anymore.

Are Mommy and Daddy dead, too.

- No, no, no!
- What?! Of course not.

Why would you say that?

Because you always say the same stuff

about Mommy and Daddy.

But this is different.

Mommy and Daddy just run away...

No, but not because they
do not want to be here,

but because they can't.

I don't believe you.
I think they're dead.

You're just trying to cheer me up

with a stupid puppy!

JIMMY: What do you want?
You want me to wear a wire?

- I'll wear a wire.
- FBI AGENT: Relax.

I'm not busting you.

I'm on your side.

What are you talking about?

I like Mickey, too.

What? You got to be kidding me.

Wha...? Another one?

Does it look like I'm kidding?

She's the sun in my sky.

Yes, I'm talking to you.

That little stunt in the motel...

that was some sloppy
work, boys. I mean,

sure, you may get him
locked up for a few days,

but then what?

You got a better idea?

You really want to
get rid of this bastard,

you got to be surgical.

Everybody has a weakness.

Oh...

Hey, pal.

Where's the puppy?

I don't know.

She's probably in hell
with Mommy and Daddy,

getting torn apart by demons.

Buddy, don't say that.
Your parents aren't dead.

SABRINA: Not anymore they're
not... they're right here.

Yes, your mommy and daddy have been

reincarnated into bunnies.

Are you friggin' serious?!

- Yes.
- Yeah.

See, Benito?

Now you will never

feel pain again.

Ease up on the hugging, though.

Okay, guys, I know,
I'm new here, right?

But do you think this is the best way

to handle this situation?

You're right. You are new here.

Mick? Hey, can you come
down here for a minute?

MICKEY: Coming.

Hi, guys.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- DANTE: You good?
- Me? Oh, yeah.

Yeah. What's up?

Okay, well, we got a little
situation with Ben over here.

Wha-what situation?

We just convinced him
his parents are bunnies.

- SABRINA: Yeah, I mean, come on, butt out, dude.
- Uh-huh.

We wouldn't be in this
mess in the first place

if it weren't for your stupid dog.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa,
ladies, ladies, hey,

Ben's gonna be okay.

We're all gonna be okay,

'cause I fixed everything.

Okay, Mick, what are those?

Antidepressants.

(long exhale)

- We're gonna check on the bunny food.
- Yeah.

All right, so, um, tell me something.

Since when are you depressed?

Since not anymore, thanks
to these little ladies.

- (doorbell rings)
- Okay, I'm gonna get that.

Hi, is, uh, Dante here?

Who are you?

I'm his father.

MICKEY (over radio): Who are you?

I'm his father.

- How do you know this guy?
- He's a C.I. who owes me.

Scumbag violated his parole,

so I told him, "Do me a favor

"and play the role of Dante's father,

or do 20 years." (chuckles)

Dante's gonna be so
caught up in this mess,

he isn't gonna have time for
a relationship with Mickey.

Uh, I'm sorry, do I know you?

It's me, Dante.

Your father.

Dad?

I been waiting for
this moment a long time.

Is that a hot dog?

MAN: I got a little something for you.

The dog, Dante, take the dog.

No, I-I-I know it's kind of late,

but, you know.

- Wow.
- (laughing)

- (all exclaim)
- Okay, we need to step in!

Go, go, go!

You owe me a childhood,
you son of a bitch!

MICKEY: Ooh.

That's some baggage that
won't fit in your pocket.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Stop, you got it all wrong.

That's not even your dad.

- Whoa!
- Oh...

Oh...

- What?
- He hammered me.

Wait, what's going on?
Who are you people?

We're the guys that are
supposed to be with Mick.

No, I'm the guy that's
supposed to be with Mick.

These guys are no good.

Yeah, if you were supposed to be

with her, you'd be with her.

Yeah, back off. She's mine.

Who are you?

Oh, come on, quit messing around.

We see each other every day.

You kidding?

You really don't know who I am?

Mr. Piggy? (giggles)

Oink, oink? (giggles)

Kevin Bacon?

Jon Hamm? Ringing any bells?

- Are you the Fed?
- Yes!

These clowns all like you, Mickey.

I don't know why. It's a whole thing.

All right, you guys need to leave.

Just pipe down there, orphan.

- (laughs)
- What'd you say to me?

Yeah, that's right,
you heard him, home wrecker.

All right, enough is enough.

Who's it gonna be, Mick?

(laughing)

Come on...

Oh, no.

Oh, Dante,

you're so big and so good,

but it's just, like, it's too much.

Ugh, you know?

Ach, to you.

And you, eh...

too "uncle-ly."

Yeah.

I mean, (scoffs) that pig stuff...

Jimmy,

you're just, you're too...

too forgiving.

Oh, hey.

It's not your fault.

Oh...

Can I ask you a question?
Did she say uncle-ly or ugly?

Uncle-ly.

- Nice. I'm in.
- You're not in.

What are you talking about, you're in?

(all talking at once)

(motorcycle starts)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, Mick, we're confused.

Who do you choose?

I don't know what I want.

(chuckles)

But I think I'm gonna
find it out there.

Hang back with the kids
for me, okay, Jimmy?

You got it, Mick.

(engine revs)

- Whoa!
- ‭Oh, ew.

What a woman.

Oh, that's my girl.