Awkward. (2011–2016): Season 4, Episode 2 - Listen to This - full transcript

Previously on Awkward...

Class rankings?

Jenna, where are you?

T, I am 137.

Still not used
to this Jake-over.

- So not loving it.
- Did Jake tell you

- Matty was single?
- No.

I still think
there's something between us.

You need to get
your house in order

before you think about
getting a man in your life.

♪ when I muddle through
my daily grind ♪



♪ it gets hard to remember
what I'm looking to find ♪

♪ there's pressures,
preoccupations ♪

♪ distractions abound ♪

Cut!

Cut!

Jenna,
you can't look into the camera.

Although I never aspired
to be a video ho,

hanging poolside
with my friends

didn't seem like the worst way
to spend a Saturday.

So what'd you do last night?

Laundry, my nails.
You?

Oh, nothing much.
Just slept with Matty.

Shut the front side
and back door.

Hurricane WTF.
How did this happen?



Tell me everything.

So how was it?

How did you leave it?

Mm.

Peace.

"Peace"?

That's the last thing
you said to him?

- Well, yeah.
- So you didn't DTR?

T, we're seniors.

We don't need to DT-anything.

We had fun,
and I'm not gonna overthink it.

Besides, I can't expect anything
from Matty

after what I put him through.

Sophomore Tamara
would call shenanigans,

but senior Tamara trusts

that senior Jenna
knows what she's doing.

Look at us
being all supes supermature.

Ugh, hide me.
I don't want Jake asking me

what I think of this video.
I have no poker face.

♪ and I'm
your conquering hero ♪

This song is about you.

"Conquering Hero"?
I mean...

Do you ever think

that you're not
that into Jake's music

because you're not
that into Jake anymore?

What? No! Of course not.
I love Jake.

He's my boyfriend.
It's senior year.

Lots of couple stuff happens
senior year, so yeah.

You should add
acting in this video

to your activities column
on your college apps.

Already done.

I'm gonna go say hi to Matty.

And not talk about it
for ten minutes first?

I am loving senior Jenna.

I was too.

Senior Jenna was cool,
confident,

and ready to face
whatever was coming.

I'm sorry, I didn't know
the Kombucha was loaded.

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Oh, is my nose bent?
Is it bent?

Uh, maybe don't touch it.

What, is it bleeding?
Is it bleeding?

No, it's not that bad.

I'm gonna go find
the first aid kit.

There's these tampon-y
thingies that stops that.

I had fantasized about Matty
coming to my rescue many times,

but in my fantasies,

I was not shoving
feminine products up my nose.

And he was riding a horse.

Don't touch it!

God, I really hope
this is fixable,

because I cannot pull off
a gold tooth or a grill,

and I hate going
to the dentist.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I couldn't find the kit.

That's okay.
I'm fine anyway.

Yeah.

I found your tooth!

Oh, it's a rock.

What can I do for you, J?

I need more extracurriculars
on my college apps.

Oh, yeah, I heard
every club you went to

dissed and dismissed you--
harsh.

I'm trying to be more proactive

and make up for the mistakes
that I made last year

like you said.

But I need your help.

I'm sorry, I didn't hear
a word you just said.

That busted grill
is like a car accident.

Can't stop staring,
but it's also repelling me.

It's slim pickings,

but there are still
a few clubs recruiting.

What's PC?

Oh, it's just a reminder
to myself to be more PC.

Wait, no,
that's Peer Counseling.

I'm starting a program

where senior girls
mentor freshman ones.

It's like a big sister thing.

But you'd be terrible at that.

Look, J, I'd love to help you,

but I gotta get back
to my little Asian tree.

I just love Asian things.

They're all so tiny.

I could totally mentor someone.

You've already taught me
so much about helping people.

I'll tell you what.
I'll give you a trial run.

I'll let you counsel
some of my neediest cases,

but you gotta have
that tooth fixed first.

These girls are fragile enough
as it is.

I'm going to the dentist
right after school.

Yeah, please don't do that.

Actually, I think your
smackdown was a lucky strike.

I mean, sure, you'll be off
solids for a while,

but nothing says insta-couple

like Matty being
the knight in shining armor

to your dental damsel
in distress.

Hold on, when did I say
I wanted to be a couple?

I told you,
I'm not overthinking this.

- You're not?
- No.

Besides,
Valerie's gonna let me try out

for this peer counseling thing,
and I can't screw it up.

I really have to focus on that
right now.

- Mm.
- Wow.

I totally respect that,
senior Jenna.

Okay, no, this feels too weird.

I know you don't want
to overthink it,

but you have
to at least regular think it.

Come on, man, you learn
a few chords, and boom!

- We're a band.
- Yeah, I don't know, bud.

Hey, how's your mouth?
Again, I'm so sorry about that.

- Yeah, it looks like it hurts.
- No, it's fine.

My tongue hurts a little
when I talk,

but other than that,
it's nothing major.

I'm going to the dentist
after school to get it fixed.

Did you guys listen
to my new song I emailed?

I think mine went to spam.
I promise I'll get to it.

Seriously? Is that what Yoko
said to Lennon?

"I'll get to it"?

Good luck at the dentist.

"Good luck at the dentist"?
And that arm squeeze?

That's how my uncle greets me
at Thanksgiving.

Still not thinking about it.

But suddenly I was.

Matty had never been chatty,
but now he was practically mute.

Was it because--
Nope.

I was not going to think
the worst.

I hate to put a damper
on your chill-attitude,

but something is wonky
in the post-bone zone.

I'm fine.

Besides, you're the one
raining on Jake's parade.

Have you listened
to his song yet?

Yeah, love.

You know you look up
when you lie, right?

Tonight, I swear.

Hey, Jenna.

Finally, just when I was
starting to worry

that that annoying
little voice--

and by annoying little voice,
I meant Tamara-- was right,

the man of few words
finally had something to say.

You holding pom-poms
is some crazy shit.

Some of you might need

a little extra attention
or encouragement.

Remember, I am here for you.

I hate to interrupt

this sickening
and condescending pep smear,

but I need to leave early today.

Sadie,
what's going on with you?

Are you okay?

I never see you anymore,

and lately, you kind of
smell like sausage.

You don't get it, do you?

We're not friends anymore.

You threw that away

when you accepted
this captaincy.

If you leave now,

don't come back.

Don't you ultimatum me, Lissa.

You heard me.

I'm ultimating you.

Jenna?

Oh, hi, sweetie.

Welcome back.

So while you were out,

I gave the okay to Dr. Weir

to take your wisdom teeth
out too.

With our dental plan,
I just figured,

get it all done at once.

Why waste the good anesthesia?

No, really.

Try not to open your mouth
at all for 24 hours.

Remember,
no opening your mouth.

And keep biting down

so the pressure stops
the bleeding.

Here's your aftercare kit
and your pain meds.

And we will change
your bloody dressing

after school.

Mmm?

I was thinking,

your dark hoodies depress

the rest of our clothes,
so unless you object,

I'll toss a couple
in the church donation box.

Mm-mm!

And you know
that diamond bracelet

Nana gave me?

Well, it's possible

it was actually intended
for you.

Mmm...

And you remember
Mr. Mittenboots?

He didn't die in his sleep.

I left him in the house
when we tented for termites

accidentally.

Mmm!

Yeah, you're right.

We can't live forever.

Oh, honey, I love our chats.

Are you sure you can't
stay home from school today?

_

Ah.

I've flirted
with different religions

over the years--
Buddhism, Kabbalah, Baha'i--

but nothing ever really stuck
on, you know, a real gut level.

Well, don't flirt.
Commit.

Accept Jesus
as your personal savior today

and free yourself.

She's moved on already?

It's been, like, a day.

I mean,
is there really a God, though?

Keep your mouth shut
and follow my lead, drama club.

Laugh.

Laugh like you mean it, rando.
You're on.

Ow.

I don't like this play.

See you at our slumber party.

Mmm!

_

I could never not talk
for 424 hours.

Mm-mm.

I would never not be able
to talk for 24 hours.

Oh, my God, Jenna.

I listened to Jake's new song
and--

shocked face--
it's dreamy dandy ear candy.

I got so excited
that I can finally be excited

that I bought us
matching headphones,

so we can listen to his music.

Oh, I am so relieved.

The united mates of Jakara

is once again
a most perfect union.

I hadn't heard from Matty
at all since yesterday.

But in all fairness,

neither of us were the best
at verbalizing our feelings.

Peace.

I couldn't have talked
to Matty that day

even if I wanted to.

Did I want to?

You know you're just
standing there

making weird faces.

I at least wanted him
to want to talk to me.

_

So, Matty,
I talked to your coach,

and he thinks
that you might be able

to get a soccer scholarship,
which is...

"Amazing, Val!"

This is big news.

Can you please give me
something to work with?

Yeah, I can.

The one thing I want
from a college

is someplace as far away
from here as possible.

So last time
I visited him in prison,

I accepted his proposal,

but I'm not sure
how to tell my parents.

But he gave me
this promise ring

with "Helter Skelter"
engraved on it.

So sweet.

Okay,
what I'm trying to say is...

I can only express myself
in music.

Leaving
my peer counseling sessions,

not only was my mouth throbbing,
but my head was too

from listening
to all those girls, interrupted.

Jenna. Jenna.

Hungry.

Hungry.

Theo needs some pain relief

for the pain.

We know you're holding.

Show us your stash.

What? Oblongs?
2.5s?

- This is amateur hour.
- Children's Aspirin.

You need to go back
to that dentist

and tell him
you're in serious pain.

What are you?
A baby?

Even post-painkiller,
I was feeling my pain.

Matty hadn't responded
to my text.

But it had only been an hour
and 17 minutes.

And really, how could I have
expected an answer

when I hadn't asked a question?

Hey, Jenna, are you going
to the pep rally next week?

It's Tyler's first game,

so I was wondering
if you could sit with him.

He gets nervous
in unfamiliar settings.

At least he's not afraid
of the toilet anymore.

PS, you're doing
a really great job

as pom collector.

Who have you told
about the food truck?

Matty? Jake? Tamara? Who?

And you think I don't see what
you're trying to do with Lissa?

She's just looking
for rebound friends,

and you are not good enough
for her, Jenna.

You are a dirty girl, Jenna.

And Lissa is a sweet, kind,
pure person, and I don't know

how our friendship
got so fucked up,

but I am going to find a way
to fix it.

But keep your nasty mess
to your skitchy self

in the meantime, Hamiltoe.

Finally the painkillers
kicked in,

not a moment too soon.

It was as if
Sadie's insults and threats

were being phoned in
from a distant planet.

What the fuck?

Keep your hands off my bun

and your mouth shut, freak.

It's not what it looks like.

She means nothing to me.

Lissa, don't go!

The drugs had made
my pain go away,

as well as
my hand-eye coordination.

And my ability to stop
thinking about

how not many puppets
had mustaches.

Oh, honey, here.
Let me help you.

The only upside
to dating a junkie

was the fact that I got over
my fear of needles.

Plus he wrote this killer song
about me.

"K."

Matty had responded
with one single letter.

Was he just in a hurry,
or was that all he had to say?

Confused, desperate,
and a little high,

I turned to the first person
I could for answers.

Ouch.

"K."

Well,
"KK" is the only polite way

to respond to a text

unless you want some loser

to get the hint
and stop texting you.

That's when you write "K."

I mean,
I take "K" as an insult.

Does that help?

_

Cookie Monster
didn't have a mustache.

Neither did
that super mean dog.

There was a lot of churning
in my head,

but one thing was clear.

_

Jenna, we have to talk
about peer counseling.

_

You should be sorry

for keeping your light
under a barrel.

Who knew
you were so empathetic?

The girls loved you.

So your technique
is just to say nothing?

In that silence just now,

I realized I need to pick up
fabric paint on my way home.

You... are... amazing.

Hey, babe.
So I listened to your new song,

and no JK, it's the reals.

Oh, thanks.

Um, we need to talk.

I know.
It was wrong of me

not to listen to it until now,
because it's actually decent.

- Wow, that's high praise.
- I know!

Wow, the way those banjos
kicked in in the beginning.

Granted, I was all, "Hold up.

Did I just take a time machine
back to 2010?"

But then I kept listening,

and there's a lot
of really good stuff in there.

- Aw, gee, thanks, babe.
- You're welcome.

It's like,
you know how you blink a lot

when you tell a story?

Well, at first I thought
it was super annoying,

but then I grew to like it.

And the way you pronounce
the "L" in salmon?

Actually, I'd really like it
if you stopped doing that.

It's embarrassing
at restaurants.

I want to break up.

You're breaking up with me?

Is this about the music?
'Cause I get it now.

You actually can write
a good song.

Can you hear
what you're saying?

Because it actually sounds
really insulting.

I'm sorry.
I'm just trying to help you.

Help me?

Your idea of helping
is controlling.

Look, we're clearly going
in two different directions.

What are you talking about?

We're both seniors
in high school.

We're both going to college
next year.

How different
could our directions be?

Do you really want
to be single in senior year?

Is that actually
what you're worried about?

You know, you should be happy.

You don't have to pretend
to like my music anymore.

Yeah, well,
that's not the only thing

I've been pretending to like.

Jake broke up with me.
What am I gonna do?

I love him.
He was my first.

I loved us.

I loved being
a Palos Hills power couple.

How did I screw this up?

Yeah, I know
I was a little hard on him,

but in all fairness,
he needed my input.

That barefoot thing would have
gotten him axed

before the battle rounds
on The Voice.

And I am not the only one
who made mistakes.

Do you remember
when he told the whole school

that I dye my hair?

- That was so not chic.
- Mm-mm.

Am I not worthy of love?

- Mm-mm.
- Ugh, what am I saying?

Of course I am.

I am so glad
you were there for me.

For the love of God
and all things holy,

kick that ball
right past the goalie!

Yay!

All right, good job, guys.
So proud of all of you.

Now let's do it one more time,
and follow along, okay?

So it's,
"For the love of God..."

Lissa.

- Lissa.
- "And all things holy,

kick that ball
straight past the goalie!"

Lissa, this is why I needed

to leave early, Lissa.

I'm still broke,

and I work
in a fucking food truck.

What? Why didn't you
say something?

It wouldn't have changed
anything.

How could I?
You looked up to me.

I didn't want to let you down.

Plus you have
a really big, stupid mouth.

She's so brave.

I know we can make this work.

I don't know,
but I want to try.

I know we can figure this out.

We love each other
too much not to.

I know.

Even if it means
something painful,

like you giving up
your cheer captaincy.

Tamara and Sadie
had both spoken their minds,

and it was time
for me to speak mine.

Well, write mine out.

Hi.

I'm sorry, I can't really
focus on that right now.

Catch you later, okay?
I got to go.

And just like that,
I was sophomore Jenna again.

My worst fear had come true.

I had made a huge mistake
by sleeping with Matty.

I was so mad at myself,
I could scream.

Well, theoretically.

Almost got it.

Oh, jeez.
And-- Oh--

- Valerie's making me
a peer mentor.

Even though I didn't say
anything to these girls

the whole time,
they absolutely loved me.

And Sadie drives a food truck.
And she drove it on the field.

And Jake and Tamara broke up.

You got to gargle with this.
Please.

And I have something else
to tell you.

I slept with Matty.

And now he's ignoring me,

and he's playing
these stupid games

that I thought we were past.

Honey, high school boys
can be so moody.

Well, now that I can talk,

I'm gonna tell him exactly
how I feel about his mood.

No.

This past day
has been fantastic,

and I have never felt
closer to you.

I will treasure
these mother-daughter moments

we've had.

What moments?
I couldn't talk.

Right, but you could listen.

Maybe just sit tight
for a moment.

Matty will talk to you
when he's ready to talk.

But I can't--

Just promise me
you'll sleep on it.

Fine.

I treated myself
to a bag of PB pretzels

and fell asleep watching
flash mob marriage proposals.

I have a new lease on life.

I'm glad you're feeling better.

What about you?
Any more intoxi-texting?

No, not since yesterday,
but I'm cool with it.

If he wants to talk,
we'll talk.

I'm not gonna push it.

Wow, look at us

not letting boy drama
ruin our senior buzz.

I'm easy-breezy.

But I wasn't.

And before I knew it,
my mouth was open.

Excuse me, Matty?

- Hey, Jenna.
- Hey.

Hey, well,
I'm sorry to bother you,

but I know
you've been avoiding me,

and I'm just wondering why.

I wasn't avoiding you.

Please don't treat me
like an idiot.

We don't have to have
a big talk.

- I'm just wondering--
- Listen, Jenna.

- The thing is--
- No, you listen to me, Matty.

I am not gonna be
your shameful secret again.

What are you talking about?

The ignoring me.
The blowing me off.

The not texting me back.
The "K."

Is it because
we slept together?

Pretending I don't exist

is not the mature or nice way
to handle things.

This isn't about you.

Actually, it is, Matty,
because I was there too,

and I have feelings too.

It is about me.
It is all about me.

I'm adopted.

I just found out,
and it's fucked.

This isn't about you.