Flesh and Bone (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Boogie Dark - full transcript

Claire tries to eliminate Bryan from her life, while getting more involved in the strip-club world.

Previously on
"Flesh and Bone"...

Whatever it is you did or didn't do
with our chairman,

he's decided to cease
his support.

I'd like you
to get out of my sight!

Things have become dire.

The American Ballet Company
is in a state of financial emergency.

You want me
to go to my father.

- There must be something you need.
- I just wanted to say hello.

Sergei, I have
a proposition for you.

What is your secret,
Claire Robbins?

Any chance you could
give me her home address?



- Uh, I'm her brother.
- You have a visitor. Bryan.

Soldier brother, come on in.

It looks like an angel
has graced our stage tonight.

Claire! It's okay, it's okay.

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You need to go.

Hey, can you just hang on a sec?

Look, I've been doing,
uh, a lot of thinking.

Uh, 'cause one thing
the Marine Corps gives you

is plenty of time
up in your own fucking head.

Excuse me.

Wait, just hear me out,
all right?

Hey, I am trying
to talk to you here.

- I can't be late.
- Would you just stop--



Jesus, what is with you?
I come 400 miles on a fucking bus,

and now you can't even listen
to what I have to say to you?

- Would you just wait? Stop!
- What?

Uh, I just...

I'm leaving now.

I have class
and then rehearsal--

Okay, I get it, I get it.
You got your new thing here.

We'll talk when you get back.

You won't be here
when I get back.

I mean it.
I want you gone.

Okay, list--

Wow, you did it.

$250,000.

My father's accountant
will wire it today.

Well, good.
That's a relief.

He made it very clear that this is
to be a one-time anonymous gift.

Is that understood?

I suppose that's best
for everyone, isn't it?

- What's this?
- Our routing number.

Was there something else?

I just saved Paul's ass, your ass,
and this whole fucking season.

So, yeah, I think maybe
a thank-you would be nice.

You're so right.
Where are my manners?

Daphne, on behalf of all of us here
at the American Ballet Company...

Fuck you.

Oh, and congratulations.

I suppose you just made soloist.

I would've been promoted next season
and you damn well know it.

Mm. You're probably right.

Though I suppose now
we'll never really know.

Okay, you know
how much I abhor gossip,

so I'm only gonna say this once.

But Emile Andex,
my Parisian friend,

told me when Toni
worked over there,

she made the whole company
rehearse "Don Q"

in the butt-fucking nude.

What, you think I'm lying?

No, I just can't believe you
managed to work your Parisian friend

- into another conversation.
- Close your legs, girl.

All the envy
is pouring out your vag.

I can't help that I'm
a global phenomenon.

Getting bukakied by
an Air France flight crew

doesn't make you a phenomenon.
It makes you a slut.

But I'm a phenomenal slut.

- She said shoes today, right?
- Shoes.

I'm so sick of sewing ribbons.
Seamstress?

What's in it for me?

Cocktail.

Two of my favorite things
wrapped up into a single delicious work.

Gimme.

I swear if you get any gayer,
you're gonna fart a fuckin' rainbow.

Does it hurt?

No.

A little.

Great.
We'll use it.

We're gonna use it all, people,
every last fucking ounce.

Hi, gorgeous.

No, no, no. He can't lift you
if you don't trust him.

What is that?
Come on, don't you fucking count?

Again.

Yes!

Yes, better.
Thank you.

You're holding.
Here...

Show me the full movement.

I wanna see how deep you can go.

Yes!

Commit to that.

Beautiful.

Holy fuck, I'd give my left tit
for something to throw up right now.

When are you gonna stop
performing for me and start dancing?

When are you gonna stop showing me
how well you move

and start showing me why?

I need artists.

Do you understand?

Thinking, feeling human beings.

Not puppets,

not trained ponies.

You wanna be pretty?

Fuck pretty.

We're creating a piece

about a young girl's journey
from childhood to womanhood.

From her innocence
through her sexual awakening

to her self-knowledge.

It demands authenticity.

It demands our courage

'cause it demands
our most human truth.

Don't mind me.

I'm not here.

Whether you know it or not,

there's a part of your body
you have yet to discover.

A fortress where
you keep locked up everything.

Believe me when I tell you
I have come

to lay siege to that fortress.

Because I demand that truth.

We are going to find it

and bring it into the light.

And we will find it together.

Your truth...

that dark secret
you keep locked up

inside your most sacred spaces.

Hidden from yourself.

Especially from yourself.

Again.

Grace!

Go, Grace!
Disperse!

Permission to approach?

You're not gonna smoke it?

It's gonna matter more later

when it's the last one.

And on the last day,
I'll be the guy with the cigarette

and all these other bastards
will be rightly fucked.

You feel that?

You know what that is,
don't you, Jim Joe?

A train?

Right.
That's what they call it.

But then some folks say

sometimes a rumble comes,
the ground opens up.

A black tongue reaches out,

bodies get pulled down,
down, down, swallowed whole

before they even know
they're dead.

But, yeah,
some folks call it a train.

Oh, what do you call it?

I know better
than to give it a name, Jim Joe.

I've seen it.

I looked right in its eye
and lived to tell.

Do you wanna know what I think?
I think you've seen it, too.

Shit, man, do you ever shut up?

Hey, no offense intended, sir.

Apologies.
No offense.

You're right
about one thing, though.

The world's coming to an end.

I was born by the foot.

Breech birth.

I'm given the sight
and seeing of things.

Do you believe in that?

- No?
- No.

Why not?

Because I'm not crazy.

Right, right.

There's nothing wrong with you.

But you do dream, don't you?

Last night I had a vision.

Maybe there won't be no warning.

Maybe there won't be
no sound at all.

I mean, I seen folks--
Big ones, little ones--

Sitting on the side of the road.

And there came a white light

and then heat and then nothin'.

They were just gone.

There was nothing left
but broken glass.

- What did you say?

What did you just fucking say?

Say? No. I just said...

Hey! When you comin' back?

Hey!

You forgot your...

And...

No, I'm sorry, Ross.

Stop.
Again, please,

as if your future
depended upon it.

Or better yet, as if mine did.

Could we lose the shirt?
I can't see the line.

Again.
And one.

Good.

Watch the shoulder.

No.

Perhaps it doesn't matter
to everyone as much as it once did.

But personally,
I would hazard a guess

that our dear Mr. B
knew precisely what he wanted.

I've been doing the choreography.

The problem is
you're not centered.

Everything is over the right hip
so when you leave the arabesque--

Here.

She's something, isn't she?

I mean...

if you ignore
the college dyke haircut

and the complete disregard
for technical precision,

I think Toni
has a certain spirit.

Don't you?

I'd say it's a bit hard
to take her seriously.

You know her whole
"power to the people" thing.

It's an act.

Yes, it is.

And the others...

what do they think of her?

I couldn't say.

They like her fine, I guess.

I mean, she'll never
have your experience.

Your way with the company...

Everybody loves you.

Thank you, Ross.

Let me see the arabesque.

There.

Shall we try another?

I think I can make
some more time.

That's very generous.
I think I have enough.

You've given me
a lot to work on.

Thank you so much.

You are a beautiful girl.

Anyone can see this,

but this place, this life,
I think is not for you.

You can't know that.

You are a ballerina.

You let Daphne dance here.

She's a ballerina, same as me.

Same?

My God, you do not even know
what it is you have.

Is this what you need?

Why are you here?

I don't enjoy refusing you,

but now I must ask you
to leave, please.

If you want to see me,
I'll be dancing at that club on 44th.

I think that we are
better friends than that now.

Yes?

I'd like to think so.

You had so many bottles,
I didn't know which.

Perfect.

How come you never
invite me over before, papi?

You don't like to
share all your treasures?

Trinkets...

mementos of past lives--

Everything in here is old.

But not you, beautiful boy.

Ay, papi, mírate.

- Eres tan apuesto.
- Oh, stop.

No puedo creer lo hermoso
que eres.

No, seriously, I don't know
what the fuck you're saying.

I'm saying you must've had
every boy in the city

fighting to get into those tights.

Not all of them. Most.

What's it like
to be beautiful like that?

All those faces out there
in the dark

watching you,

wanting you?

It goes away.

One night there is
a thousand people standing,

applauding
and calling your name,

and the next you're
lying on your face in the wings

gripping the place where
your Achilles tendon used to be.

And then...

they forget you,

just like that.

I'd take it,
even for just one night.

I swear, papi,
just to feel that love.

They could take it away
the next day,

'cause I'd get to keep
the memory, you know?

Better you learn it now.

They're going to betray you,
sweet boy.

Who?

Everyone.

Tsk.
That's not true.

Oh, aren't you
the little optimist tonight?

The wine makes you sad, papi.
I don't like it.

Here's a memory for you.

Small town,
a statue of Robert E. Lee

on the hill, little house.

There's a woman inside.

She likes lacy curtains.

Puts plastic on the furniture.

I can still feel
my thighs sticking.

And the man, he smokes.

Doesn't say a word,
doesn't move,

just sits in that chair

with his RC Cola
watching the TV.

And the boy...

he-- he can't help it.

He wants the man's attention.
He wants to please him.

But he's shy and strange
and probably queer, and he doesn't--

The man only moves
every other Thursday.

The boy watches
from the window the man...

waiting out on the gravel drive.

The blue car comes.

The lady hands the man an envelope
through the open window.

It's the only time
the boy sees the man smile.

You okay. papi?

One day the boy
goes to the man's desk

to see what magic thing
can give the man pleasure.

The boy takes the envelope

and inside

he finds a check

for $76.31.

And this is how the boy learns

that the man and woman
are not his mother and father at all.

These are merely foster people.

Paid to tolerate the boy.

Imposters.

Paid to play house.

Pobrecito.

Don't.

I know how to love you, papi.

There's no such thing.

Please?

I wanna stay the night.

Are you sure?

Look, I'm just saying
you gotta know your audience.

It takes all kinds.

I mean, you got
your cock waggers,

the jack-in-the-boxes,
and the seals.

And them motherfuckers
will try to bite you.

And then you got your saviors.

Ooh, don't even
get me started on them.

And whatever you do,
don't buy none of this,

"I'm not the strip club kinda guy."

Bullshit.

What, they kidnap you?

What, you here
for the buffet, motherfucker?

Bullshit, girl.

You show me a man
and I'll show you a man

that likes to have a pair of titties
show all up in his face.

You go ahead
and fuck 'em if you wanna.

Get you some of that cash
if that's your thing.

Just don't say
I didn't warn you.

And whatever you do,
just do not ever

tell these motherfuckers
your real name.

That's a part of you
that stays yours. You feel me?

Shit, there's gotta be something
they can't touch.

Oh, and while we're on the subject,

a little Snow White girl like you,

you're gonna have to
bleach that asshole.

Just sayin'.

Thank you, Mia.

Please welcome to the stage
the luscious Yasmine.

You heard the man.

Be good, baby girl.
Mama's gotta go to work.

Hey, you got this?
I don't wanna leave her alone.

I don't really know much
about children.

I wasn't talking to you.

Claire.

Where is she?

How the hell should I know?

I gotta be honest.
I don't even know why you care.

She's my sister.

Do you ever think that word
means more to you

than it does to her?

Shit, look at you.

She's got you on a string
just like everybody else.

I've known a hundred others
just like her,

these fake little pink princesses

walking around
like they're God's gift.

Playing all shy and vulnerable
just so guys,

guys like you,
wait all night by the fucking window.

Tell me I'm wrong 'cause I've seen
how she treats you, Bryan.

Like you're the problem,

like you're some disease
she's gotta hide.

I mean, you've come
all this way.

You fought a war and everything,

and she just blows you off
like you're some stranger.

She should be
taking care of you.

Someone should.

After everything
you've been through.

I mean...

I don't know exactly what...

but...

you did some hard things.

I can tell.

Hurt some people, maybe.

Maybe you...

maybe...

killed somebody.

Maybe.

Why?

Does that turn you on?

I guess you had to, right?

In the heat of battle and all?

Well, it can get real confusing.

There was one time we called in
a Hellfire on some people.

A missile comes
right out of the sky.

You don't even hear it.

And the heat of it

turns the earth to glass.

I mean, can you believe that?

And nothing feels like
the way they say it's gonna feel.

Because I didn't feel sad.

Afraid.

What did you feel?

Excited.

Hot.

Like my skin
was fucking electric.

I love that feeling.

You're so close
to life and death...

all at once.

I liked the night raids the best.

Never knowing who was
on the other side of that door.

And then
that breach charge goes...

boom.

And you're up in it,
straight up.

A "haji hall" invasion.

It's dark as fuck.

And you gotta get your hands
on the men quick,

even the little fuckers.

Everybody's a combatant.

And you can smell their hate

filling up the room.

Here she is, gentlemen,

the incomparable Angel.

Wait.

What happened to the girl
in the jeans?

What girl?

Come on, you...

you think I could
forget this face?

It's you.

But now you're... different.

You're disappointed.

No, um, confused.

In a good way.

Who are you,
what are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Good question.

Um, I came here last night
with some guys from work.

I saw you up there onstage and...

I don't know, but...

let's just say you had
an effect on me.

Uh, why don't you have a seat?

I'm supposed to dance for you.

Yeah. I don't really
want to do that.

Strip clubs
aren't really my thing.

Maybe we could just talk...

for now?

Pretty expensive conversation.

Let me worry about that.

- Wait.
- What the fuck is wrong with you?

Please don't be mad.

What part don't you understand?
I don't want you here.

I needed to see you.
How is that bad?

Because I don't see how
that's a bad thing.

I mean, Jesus Christ, Claire,
I am trying to--

I want you to go.

Right. Yeah.
Yeah, you made yourself clear.

Good for you.

So what the fuck
am I supposed to do now?

Jesus. Our whole life,
it has just been us.

Always. You and me
and then everybody else.

So you tell me
who am I supposed to be?

- I don't know.
- Do you want me to go back there?

Take care of the old man?
Is that gonna be my life now?

Taking care of some sick old fuck
who hates me?

Claire, I got no money.

I got no job.

The Marines, they kicked me out
over some fucking bullshit.

- They kicked you out?
- Yeah.

But what do you care, right?

I mean, look at you,
you got a life.

If you think
I'm gonna pity you, Bryan, no.

Hell, no.

So you're just gonna
send me away?

Like I'm some stranger?

Never mind that I'm
your flesh and blood, Claire.

I'm more than your blood.

Look at me.

What the hell is this?

It's at least $800.
I'll send more when I can.

I don't want your fucking money.

No, take the money.

No, I-- wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I got something for you.

Wait, please, please.
Please.

- I don't want that.
- Please, it's a book.

You like books.
I know that you do.

You're not even
gonna look at it?

- Please, come on, just--
- I have a boyfriend.

Claire.

I'm sorry. I know I've been
struggling with the piece.

But I think
I'm making progress now.

I know I am.

Today was-- it's just
not how I'm used to moving.

I don't have a lot
of experience with partners.

Stop.
It's not about your dancing.

I just...

I want you to know
that if you need--

- If you need someone to talk to...
- Thank you for your concern.

I'm fine, I'll get it.

What is with him today?

I can't put my finger on it.

But, Ross...

you're just not...

living it for me.

Trey...

please step in.

What?

Are you gonna make me ask twice?

- Sorry.
- Now, please!

There's still time
to save this rehearsal.

Pasha, if you would be so kind.

Not until I'm ready.

Drop me, and they
will never find your body.

Very well. Now.

Paul, there you are.

Paul. Paul, stop!

- Toni.
- Did you get my messages?

- Messages?
- Don't do that shit.

You're avoiding me.

Why would I avoid you
when I love you?

That makes no sense.

But my schedule is killing me.
I have a very urgent--

No, we need to talk
about your new girl, your star.

Claire?
Why, what is it?

I need warriors, Paul.

I need actual
sexual human adults.

I can't do anything
with some frigid small-town virgin.

Just give her a chance
to come out of her shell.

- She's young.
- She's scared.

Look, I don't have a choice.

I need to push her,
and if she breaks--

Let me stop you right there.

I think you have to understand
that not everyone responds

to this whole downtown power dyke
vagina monologue thing you do.

Not that there's anything
wrong with that.

It's great, you're a genius.
I love it, you know I do.

- Paul--
- But I think

once you have
a bit more experience,

you'll learn that sometimes
artists have to be handled

with a certain nuance,

a certain delicacy.

Yes?

Fine, Paul.

She's your fucked-up little twist.
You fix her.

Um, Pittsburgh, one way.

That'll be $62.
It leaves in 20 minutes, gate 3.

Oh, yes.

Obliterate me, baby.
Turn me into fucking soup.

Uh, she's here.
Do you still wanna see her?

Mm.

Oh, fuck. Don't you stop,
you glorious bitch.

You, sit.

Oh, so, Claire...

What is it?

- What is--? I don't--
- What's your problem, sweetie?

Your defect,
your twat-clenching glitch?

- My--?
- Toni says you're not cutting it.

She tells me you're hung up
like some '50s housewife,

so I ask again
what is your malfunction?

'Cause this Bambi thing
has got to stop.

- I'm working as hard as I--
- Bullshit!

Are you frigid?
Is that it?

Did some dirty uncle put
his funny finger up your Easter dress?

Am I looking at the proud owner
of the last American hymen?

I mean, what the fuck?

I--

What?

Oh, Jesus, girl, spit it out.

Let's talk about the problem.

Is this what you're afraid of?

Look at it.

This, my dear, is a dick.

That's what it is,
that's all it is.

It's a dick--
Nothing more, nothing less.

A dick.

It's a body part, Claire,
not a bogeyman.

Now, go out there,

get one of your own--
Touch it, fuck it-- I don't care.

You need to start
screwing with something

other than my livelihood.

So I guess we're
done with the talking.

Whoa. Get your
fucking hands off me, man.

This ain't a peep show, sir.

Nobody gets back there
without a floor manager

and a credit card.

Sir, are you okay?

Yes, sir, I am.

I think you've had
a little too much to drink.

Probably.

Just full of good ideas,
aren't you, buddy?

Okay, okay.

Claire. Claire!

Claire!

What are you doing?
Who the hell is that jagoff?

Did he touch you?
Did you fucking touch her?

Come on, you.

Get your fucking hands off me!

You fuckers! Fuck!

My apologies.

The gentleman was overserved.

Please accept
complimentary champagne.

The Perrier-Jouët,
a bottle for every room.

Do you know that guy?

No, I don't know him.
I need a minute to freshen up.

- Wait here?
- Yeah.

Everybody gets one freebie.
You just used yours.

You come back here,
we're gonna have a problem.

Don't.
Don't do it, man.

I've seen how this ends.

Ah, fuck.
Here we go.

Hey, what're you doing?
You can't be out here.

- This is my problem.
- All right, suit yourself.

You want us to give him more?

More.

Hey.

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