Episodes (2011–2017): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode Four - full transcript

Everybody ready. Camera rolling.

Pucks! Pilot, 14 delta. Take two.

And action.

She's just not interested in you.

You don't know that.

Everyone knows that.

Look at her. She's so hot.

Uh, I'm 12. Should we be
having this conversation?

Shh! Coach Lyman, please.

You see there? The way she was
touching her lips with her finger.

And you're saying
she's not interested?



She was shushing you.
She's a librarian. That's what they do.

That's not all they do.

Again, 12.

Besides, think she might be gay.

What? She's not.

Why would you...
What do you even know about gay?

My dads are gay.

Jesus. Both of 'em?
What are the odds of that?

And cut.
That's great. Let's go again.

Morning, this time, can you make
the shush a little sexier?

Oh, I think I can do that.

Did I mention I hate this show?

I believe it's come up.

- Here's that thing you asked for.
- Mmm.



That's mysterious.

- What?
- What?

It's about Morning,
how old she actually is.

Oh, dear God.
Why are you so obsessed with that?

I'm not obsessed. It's just mad.

From everything we've heard,
she was acting in that play

when Lincoln was shot.

So, she looks great.
Who cares how old she is.

Right. You're not the least bit curious?

No, I'm not.

So?

- No, you're not curious.
- Oh, come on!

She's old.

- How old?
- Old!

Ridiculously old.
She must have been made in a lab.

- Let me see.
- No.

Oh, my God. She's even older than you.

You fucker.

That's what you're thinking,
isn't it?

Well, of course it is. Look at her.

I could be her mother.

Only if you had her very young.

Don't agree with me.

All right, fine. But you're much more
attractive than she is.

You are. She's all plastic.

Those boobs.

- Yuck.
- Mmm-hmm?

I'm telling you, I like the real thing.

Give me a woman who looks her age.

Five years younger than her age.
Seven? Ten?

Ten years younger? You're a foetus?

Walk away. Just walk away.

Bullshit!

No, not bullshit.

Hey, Seany. Come here.
You gotta settle something for us.

Hey, look at you all spiffy.

Yeah, I got that custody hearing today.

Oh, Jesus. Good luck with that.

Ah, you know, I'll be fine.

I'll just give the judge
a couple of "How you doin's?"

Hey, are we gonna have catchphrases?

Catchphrases. Ah, no.
They're awfully cheesy.

Yeah? Tell that to my house in Malibu.

So what is it you need settling?

Okay. Uh, would you please tell Morning
that she is not a lesbian any more.

Right. You're not.
It doesn't really affect the pilot,

but we decided that if this thing goes,
Nicola should be straight.

No way.

It just kind of gives us
more room for stories

with the two of you down the road.

All right. My girl likes the dick.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

What was that?

- He can't high five. I've tried.
- I can high five.

- No.
- Well, what can I say?

We're more firm handshake
kind of people.

Yeah, don't even try to get him
to fist bump.

Oh, come on.

- No. No, I can't.
- Come on. Come on, come on.

No, I can't. Seriously, I'll hurt you.

- Your arm. Yes, yes.
- Seriously, seriously. No, seriously.

Your hand is gonna
meet my fist.

When I do it, I look like I need...

- No, you're cool.
- No, you're okay.

Okay, all right. Okay.
But you have to come to me.

We'll do it, we'll do it.
I'm ready. Okay.

And... Yes!

Aw.

Ooh, good job.

What?

- Nothing.
- You have that look.

No look.

All right.

So when Morning was hugging you today...

There we go.

Did she feel 25, or could you sense
the withered crone beneath?

Maybe you should give her a hug.

I'm sure she'd prefer that
over your evil glare.

I don't have an evil glare.

Oh, please.

You look at her the way
Cruella De Vil looked at those puppies.

Not at all.

Anyway, I think it's nice
you've made a new titsy friend.

She's obviously quite fond of you.

She's an actress who wants more lines.

Maybe she can hug them out of you.

I'm not doing this.

I'm not blaming you.
She's gorgeous. She's young.

She's not that young.
She's older than you.

That's why I didn't want to do this!

All right, one more question about her,
then I'll let it go.

- If I were dead...
- I'm not playing this game.

Please, one round.

Oh, thank God.

- Hello.
- Hey, Betsy. Is Seany there?

- Hello?
- Hey.

Can you do me a big favor?
Can you come and pick me up?

What's going on? Where are you?

- What's going on? Where is he?
- Right.

Oh, my God.

What? "Oh, my God" what?

- I am so sorry.
- What?

And he's just sitting out there waiting?

Who? Who's sitting where?

Where's Santa Clarita?

Why are you writing that down?
You're not going to Santa Clarita.

You're not going to Santa Clarita.

- I'm leaving now.
- You're going to Santa Clarita.

Matt lost his custody hearing.

Oh, my God.
Oh, that was your "Oh, my God".

Right. Now he's at this bar
by the courthouse,

and there's some paparazzi guy outside
waiting for him,

so he can take pictures of
Matt driving home drunk.

He wants me to pick him up.

Oh, I'm sorry he lost his children.

- But can't he take a cab?
- Darling.

I know, but it's 11:00.

Doesn't he have any friends
he can call to pick him up?

I'm his friend. I am.

You've known him five minutes.

That doesn't matter. There was bonding.

- We bonded.
- You bonded?

Uh, excuse me.
Of all the people in the world,

who did he call to come pick him up?

I know. That makes me sad.

You're just jealous 'cause you haven't
made any friends out here.

- That's not true.
- All right, who?

- Irene.
- Who's Irene?

The girl who takes our script notes.

- Noreen.
- Oh, who cares?

She can't spell, and she nicks my mints.
She thinks I don't see her, but I do.

Give her the evil glare.

Not me, her.

Anyway, my actual friend Matt sounded
really depressed and he wants my help,

so I'm going.

Fine, then I'm coming with you.

Oh, no. You don't have to do that.

But I don't want you to go alone.

Besides, you'll never find this
Santa Clarita on your own.

I've got the navigation thingy.

Ah. Last week it sent us to Pasadena.

Yeah, we had fun.

But we didn't want to go there.

Your route is being calculated.

Turn right at the next exit.

We're still in the driveway,
you lying sack of shit!

- Are you sure this is the place?
- Looks like it.

There's Matt's car, and there's uh...

Hello.

Hey!

Aw, you brought her.

And suddenly the hour to get here
seems totally worth it.

Oh, well, you're here. Pull up a chair.
What are you guys having?

Uh, well, no, we're not.
I don't think we'll...

No, no, no.
Hey, hey, don't look at her, look at me.

Come on, one drink. One drink.
This place is great.

There's this guy over there
with only one eye.

He was showing me.
He can go like this...

And make the fake one
shoot across the room.

It's insane. You gotta see it.

I thought you said he was depressed.

It would really help me
if he was depressed.

Come on. One drink. Betsy.

Betsy?

- Beverly.
- All right, look, look.

We all have to be on set
by 7:00 tomorrow morning.

So what do you say
we take a rain check on the drinks

and the shooting eyeball?

Aw! All right.

We just have to figure out how to
get past that prick outside.

How did he even know you were here?

Yeah, I don't know how he does it.
That guy is like my nemesis.

You have a nemesis?

Why can't I have a nemesis?

I usually get along good
with those guys, but that one...

About 10, 12 years ago,
I was coming out of some club,

I was totally hammered.

Really? What must that be like?

Or you could wait in the car.

Anyway, he got all in my face
and started saying stuff,

and I ended up smashing his camera,

and his head may have
been involved in the smashing.

Oh, my God.

Well, ever since then,
if any kind of shit happens to me,

that guy's there, just waiting.
I don't know how he does it.

It's like I'm Captain Hook
and he's the crocodile

following me with the ticking clock.

What?

Nothing.

I just don't expect you to come out
with the Peter Pan references.

Oh, yeah. I'm fucking full of whimsy.

Also, as a kid,
I did three years on Broadway

as one of the Lost Boys in Peter Pan
with Sandy Duncan.

You did not? Did you get to fly?

I flew.

Ho-ho!
Why does that make me so happy?

Hey, Sandy's only got one eye, too.
It's Crazy One Eye Day!

If only Sammy Davis Jr were here.

How awesome would that be?

Right. So us leaving?

Okay. How about Matt slips out
the back door and gets into our car,

and we try and distract the crocodile?

Well, distract him how?

I don't know.
We'll ask him to take our picture.

Oh, no, no. I look like shit.

What'd she say?

She said she looked like shit.

I'm sorry. I didn't...

What are you doing?

Are you wearing your pajamas?

Yeah, I didn't realize we'd be
going somewhere this elegant.

Can we, please?

Fine. All right, let's do this thing.

Ooh.

Wow. Ooh, my liver hurts from that.

Excuse me. Hello.
Gentleman with the camera,

would you mind very much coming
over here and taking our picture?

What?

I just proposed to my girlfriend here,

and it would mean everything to us to
to have a memento of the occasion.

You proposed just now?

I know. Can you believe it?

In this horrible bar,
in this awful neighborhood.

I so didn't see it coming.

I wanted to throw her off the scent.

Oh, was I thrown.

What do you say? Just one picture?

- I don't...
- Oh, please, please. We'll pay anything.

A hundred dollars. Two hundred.
Three hundred.

- A hundred.
- Yeah, anything. A hundred.

Well, I guess I could mail it to you.

- Great. Thank you.
- Oh, that'd be brilliant.

Just so I'll never forget
this magical night.

Okay. Uh, stand right there.

Psst! Which one's your car?

Oh, fuck!

Well, at least he didn't get any
pictures of you driving drunk.

Fucking paparazzi.

What kind of kid says,

"When I grow up, I want to be
a scumbag asshole with a camera,

"who just sits around hoping to catch
some celebrity hitting their nanny,

"or getting a blow job
from a tranny hooker"?

Maybe if the celebrities
didn't hit their nannies

or get tranny hooker blow jobs,

then the scumbag arseholes
would be out of a job.

Why is she here?

No.

- It's a convertible.
- No!

Turn right at the next exit.

Route 134, East.

We're nowhere near the 134.

- It's broken.
- So turn it off.

Don't know how.

So far I'm not having fun in this car.

Just, uh, stay on this
till we get to Sunset,

and I'll tell you
where to go from there.

I'm sorry about the custody business.

Yeah. Such bullshit.

What happened?

What happened?
I got fucked is what happened.

I see.

We had this rule that

I wouldn't have girls over to the house
if the kids were there.

Also, the nanny had to be there
whenever they were.

Blah, blah, blah, whatever.

Anyway, one night they were asleep.

They were asleep!

And... I don't know.

You had a girl over?

No. I didn't even do that.

- The nanny?
- She was already in the house.

That shouldn't count.

Turn next left onto the bridge.

That thing's an idiot.

No!

Oh, shit. Forgot.

So, anyway, one of the boys woke up
and walked in on us.

Oh, my God!

He didn't see anything.

Much.

But he told Diane, and she went nuts.
It was a whole thing.

Diane is your...?

Ex-wife.

I'm sorry. I haven't seen
this show before.

So then her rat-faced lawyer
brings it up in court today.

Now I only get to see my kids
every other weekend.

Every other weekend,
just for screwing the nanny?

She's not even that hot.

Did you mention that in court?
'Cause it's a really good argument.

You think they should have
taken my kids away?

No.

I just think you might have
contained your libido long enough

till your children were
out of the house.

At least I have a libido.

- Ooh, ow, ow. Ooh, ow!
- All right, all right.

- Ow, ow!
- I only screwed her once.

Oh, you only got caught once.
Clearly, you have enough of a compulsion

that your wife had to
make rules about it.

I don't have a compulsion.

No, of course not.

It was an informed decision
to shag the nanny,

a brilliant plan that could
only end well, obviously.

- Hey, you know what?
- All right! All right, that's enough.

One more word out of either of you,
and I'm gonna turn this car around.

And go where? Back to the bar?

- God help us.
- I'd go back to the bar.

We're not going back to the bar.

- Who made you the boss of everything?
Oh, bloody hell.

Pussy, you want one?
Yeah.

Just put them away.
Let's all smoke 'em up.

All right, slow down.
That's it there. Right there.

See you tomorrow.

You're welcome.

Well, at least he's sobered up.

What's he doing?

Are you sure this is his house?

I don't know.

- Doesn't he live in Malibu?
- Yeah.

Well, I'm no shitty navigation system,
but this isn't Malibu.

Maybe Malibu's just for weekends
and he lives somewhere else.

- Does he?
- I don't know.

You really are good friends.

Matt, did you lose your key?

Is this even your house?

I paid for it.

Oh, Jesus.

I want to see the boys.

You know what time it is?
How drunk are you?

I'm fine.

- Yeah, right.
- I am.

Fine like you were
at Donna's christening?

I was at Donna's christening?

You called her a little fat fuck.

Well, have you seen her?

Oh, God, you are so hammered.
Hope you didn't drive here.

Uh, though, no. That was us.

We're so sorry.
He told us this was his house,

and like fools, we believed him.

You're fancy.

Tell me about it. This is Diane.

This is Sean and Betsy.

- Beverly.
- Betsy.

- Beverly.
- Betsy.

- It's Beverly.
- Who the fuck cares?

I'm going back to bed.
You, I'll see next weekend.

No, wait. I really want to see 'em now.

Come on, you heard what the judge said.

Yeah, I heard what he said.
But come on. You won today.

Just give me this.

They're asleep.

I'm not gonna wake 'em.

I promise. I just want to look at 'em.

I need that tonight, okay?

Come on.

Just once, don't be a cunt.

All right. Just this once.

Thanks.

If you wake 'em,
I'll break your fucking arms.

Come see my boys.

If we're ever at some sort of impasse
and you want to win me over,

I would avoid using the phrase,
"Just once, don't be a cunt."

- I think I knew that.
- Right.

Aren't they gorgeous?

They really are.

I like the small one.

The big one...

I thought that might be
a moment for a little humor.

Clearly not.

What were their names again?

The older one's Aiden.
The little monster is Michael.

- You see that trophy?
- Yeah.

Aiden just won
his school talent contest.

The whole school.

- Wow.
- That's brilliant.

Yeah.

He does this thing where he stacks cups.

Cups?

I know it sounds stupid,
but you should see him do it.

He's so fast.
The cups are like a fucking blur.

And he won over everyone in the school?

Yeah.

Also, the other kids, not so talented.

Jesus.

What?

Every other weekend?

I'm such an asshole.

Mmm.

Diane seems nice.

Mmm.

I can really see you two as a couple.

You trying to make me more depressed?

Sorry.

It's great to finally see the boys.

Yeah, they're even more fun
when they're awake.

Well, they're definitely cuties.

Sure.

Now I gotta go home
and look at their empty rooms.

Oh, Christ.

The house gets so fucking quiet.

Why don't you stay at our place tonight?

Seriously? You mean that?

Uh, apparently so.

Okay.

Well, who saw that coming?

Hey.

I just want to say, you know, thanks.

Not just for the room, but

for coming out to get me tonight.

Oh, well, you're welcome.

Hello. Just her? What about me?

I knew you'd come,

but I wasn't expecting Beverly.

Oh, oh, sorry.

Oh, they grow up so fast.

That was a nice thing you did there.

I know.

I think he really appreciated it.

He vomited on me?

Just a little.

Well, I'm just happy
he got to see how generous,

and wonderful and sexy...

I repeat, vomited on me.

Yeah, well, maybe not the last part.

I think this'll really make
the difference between the two of you.

That'd be nice.

Mmm. I'm so tired.

I could fall asleep right here.

Maybe a quick shower first.

- The vomit?
- Mmm-hmm.

- Morning.
- Hi, Betsy.

Would you like some tea?

No. Any coffee?

Sorry, no. Just tea.

Seriously? No coffee?

No.

In the whole house, no coffee?

No.

Wow.

It's not like Colombia
not having coffee.

Morning, Florinda.

Morning, Miss.

Joey!

Hey. Hola.

How you doin', huh?

Ah, good one, good one.

What? What? What did you just say?

Nothing. Just, uh, good morning.

Hello, all.

Hey.

What, did something happen already?

And we're off.
Let the awkward silence begin.

I thought that would break the tension,

but clearly it just
shines a light on it.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Oh. This is Kendra.

Hi.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I woke up in the middle of the night
totally awake.

You guys were out cold.
This one snores, by the way.

You were in our room?

I was really bored.
Anyways, I called Kendra.

That's not compulsive at all.

Is there any coffee?

No. Just tea.

Ew.

So how do you guys know Matt?

We're making a TV pilot with him.

- Oh, cool.
- And you?

We met at Jamba Juice.

- Jamba Juice?
- Jamba Juice.

No? Jamba Juice?

Jamba Juice.

Jamba Juice.

Please make them stop
saying Jamba Juice.

I assume it's some sort of juice place.

Right. I can't believe you guys have
never heard of Jamba Juice.

Not until the last 15 times.

Anyway... What was I talking about?

- Nothing.
- Oh, I know.

So, I was getting one of those
anti-oxidant smoothies

with the whey protein super boost,

and this guy walks in
and hears me ordering,

and he's like, "Uh, gross."
And I'm like, "Have you even tried it?"

He goes, "I don't need to try it."
So I say, "Hello. I think you do."

Anyway, I made him taste it,
and before you know it,

blah, blah, blah, thank you very much,
someone's got a new favorite drink.

We fuck once in a while.

Right. Uh, I think we should be
getting to the studio.

Darling, you should get ready.
Matt, pants.

And, Kendra,
it was very nice meeting you.

Oh, you, too.

Let's get on with the day.

Um, has anyone seen my dog?