Girls (2012–2017): Season 2, Episode 10 - Together - full transcript

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight.

Oh, Chloe.

Only the rain has
such small hands.

Hello?

Yeah, hi, Hannah.
What gives with the pages?

Oh, hi, David.

You know what? I was actually just
gonna call you this afternoon

because I was hoping you could
rehash some of the thoughts

that you'd had about
my first draft for me.



I want this new one
to be a second draft

with third draft potential.

Honey, it's becoming
clear to me

that you're not really
committed to this.

That is absolutely not true.

Uh... that is not true.

I just, um--
I've sustained an injury

which I didn't want
to burden you with.

I have an ear concussion.

I don't know if I'm talking
loudly right now at all.

Honey, I'm not hearing this.

I just-- I understand,
but it's--

I'm having some strange
auditory symptoms

that are making working
a little challenging.



Hannah, you're making me
into that guy.

You know the guy
I'm talking about?

The guy that we made fun of
in our work for years.

You know, the guy who says,
"Hannah, we cut you a check."

- I know that.
- And did you spend that check?

It's hard for me to tell
whether I spent that check

or a different check,
so I'm gonna have to check.

Okay, well, if you don't
give us the pages, then...

Then what would happen?

Then we sue you.

Are you serious?

Fucking serious.

I have a lot at stake with you.
I care about you.

And yet I'm leaning on you.
I'm dependent on you.

Because you are the future,
I guess.

So, can I have
some pages today?

Okay, I'm on it.

- I am on it.
- Hanging up.

I'm gonna write
a whole book in a day.

I'm gonna write a full book
in one day.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, you have no
idea how good this feels.

Oh, baby.

I want to make you
feel like this.

Yeah?
Tell me what it feels like.

I can feel it in my whole body.

Oh, come on.

When did you get
so good at this?

Seriously, when did you
get so good at this?

How many people have you slept
with since we broke up?

- You serious?
- Yeah.

I'm not doing this
with you, dudette.

Relax.

Okay.

You can finish if you want to.

What?
You can.

I want you to.

- Um...
- What can I do?

No, I kinda--
I just--

I'm just not
that into it tonight.

I'm just not--
mm-mm.

If you don't finish,
I'm not gonna finish.

- What?
- I'm not finishing unless you finish.

Why are you being weird?

- You're being weird.
- What? No, I'm not--

- Don't be weird.
- I'm not being weird.

You are being weird.

Will you get out of me?

What? What is it that
you want, Shosh?

I want...

You have no ambition and it's wearing
on me-- your lack of ambition.

Okay. This again.

This is a real issue?

Yes, it's a real issue.

Okay, so this is a real issue.

Yeah, that's good.

I like that.

What?

That's good.
I like that.

Sorry, but when we have sex, you
get a bad case of the whispers.

I just said--

that's good, too.

- You like my cock?
- I do. I like it.

- You really like it?
- Yeah, I love it.

You're a dirty little whore
and you love my cock.

No, I can like your cock
and not be a whore.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Okay.

Slow down again.

Okay, and back up a little bit.

Yeah, and bear down.

No, babe. Babe.
Babe, not so fast, okay?

Will you just go a little
slower for me, please?

- Yeah, I do like that.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God.

Hey. Hey, banana.
How you feeling?

How's your "widdle eaw"?

Doesn't feel so good, Dad.
It's really aching.

And there's blood
crusting off of it.

I feel kind of crazy.
Maybe--

Ugh! I should
go back to the hospital.

You know, I'm gonna see your
mother in about 10 minutes.

Why don't we get back on the phone
and we can confab about that?

She is really much better
at this stuff.

She's a medical hobbyist.

Okay, but before
we talk to Mom,

I was thinking maybe I could just
discuss this with you for a moment,

which is that I'm--

I've been having a little bit of trouble
writing just because of this injury.

I'm hearing weird noises and I
can't really focus on the page,

just kind of blinking.

Now, you know, I'm a few
days late with my pages,

which wouldn't be a problem except
they've already given me an advance.

So they've said
that they could--

they've said that they could
potentially sue me.

- Sue you?
- So I was wondering if maybe

you could just lend me
the amount of the advance

so that I could pay them back,
and then I could restore

a little freedom to my process.

You know, Hannah,
I keep trying,

but you keep making me feel
jerked around.

Jerked around how?

Manipulated!

That's the way I feel,
very manipulated.

I stick up for you to your mother
and you make me look like a fool.

But how can I be manipulating you if I
don't even know I'm being manipulative?

You spent a lot of time
as a kid inventing reasons

not to go to school, and damn
it if that hasn't lasted

well into your adult life.

I had scarlet fever.

It's not my fault
that no one believed me.

I could diagnose it myself
from reading Louisa May Alcott.

Are you even taking your pills?

Of course I'm taking my pills.

How could you even ask me that?

Of course I'm taking my pills.
I'm not crazy.

Well, then, you're doing
what you need to do.

And God damn it if I'm gonna
let you stop my heart

every three hours with--
with-- with drama.

So, no, we will not
lend you any money.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

Look at that.

- I'm jacked.
- Yeah.

Good old brunch.

See, this is what I keep
trying to tell Hannah

when she's talking about
all of her wandering,

is that there's an end point.

We have all these experiences

so that eventually
we can settle down.

Uh, wait, what?

Well, like we have
our experiences

and now they're behind us.

Okay.

What do you--
what do you mean?

Like we're settled down.

We're old fogies now.

Huh.

Okay.

Settled down.

Hmm.

Are you trying to tell me
that we're not dating?

No, um...

Because I know how this works.

- Okay?
- Okay.

I can take a fucking hint.

And I'm sorry,
I just never imagined

in a million years
that you and I

would be having casual sex.

- That was loud.
- Charlie!

There are people here.

You know what?
I would offer to pay,

but that would be
insulting to you.

Yeah, don't worry.
Thank you.

So you really
don't want to date me?

It's your last chance.

Right from across the room.

- Hey, hey.
- What?

- What are you doing?
- I don't know what I'm doing, Charlie.

This has been the worst
year of my life.

- Look, I didn't know that.
- Now you do, okay?

Enjoy that information.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What's wrong? What's wrong?

I want you.

I know I'm a mess,
but I want you.

I want to see you every morning

and I want to make you
a snack every night.

And eventually I want to have
your little brown babies

and I want to watch you die.

That's all I ever
wanted to hear.

- Is it?
- Shit, man.

I love you.

Maybe I'm an idiot for it,

but I always have.

Everything good
that I try and do,

I do it because of you.

And I try and get away,

but I just keep coming back.

And I don't--
that's because I love you.

I just want you to know

that I don't love you
for your money.

I don't because I don't even
know how much money you have.

A bunch. A lot.
A lot of money.

- Hey, Ray.
- I'm not here.

Hermie, I need to talk to you.

How do I process the fact

that you're here
on an off-day, Ray?

I need to make some changes
in my life, Hermie.

Okay?
Now, look, I admire you.

- Thank you.
- Whether you know it or not, I admire you.

However, I really, really, really
don't want to become like you.

I don't blame you.

I want to go back and finish up
my PhD, full-time Latin studies.

Latin studies?

Ray, please,
at least something--

My girlfriend is very, very worried
about my lack of motivation.

Very worried.
And it worries me.

Is this the same girlfriend
that carries that purse

that's shaped like a croissant?

- It's a clutch bag, Hermie.
- Ray, trust me.

She doesn't want
a Latin scholar.

She wants somebody who can support
her for the rest of her life

so she can keep buying purses shaped
like different bread products.

- All right, thanks for your time.
- Ray, I'm sorry.

I'm just being honest.
Wait, hold on.

I wasn't gonna
bring this up to you,

but I'm opening another
Grumpy's in Brooklyn Heights.

Two floors, pizza oven--
just signed the lease.

Wow.

Congratulations.

I'd love you
to be the man in charge.

Build it from the ground up.
Your place.

I'm not gonna
be around forever, Ray.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's internal stuff.
Doesn't even matter.

A lot of it's,

you know, systemic, really.

But-- but you're okay.
I mean--

But anyway, it's something
I think you'd be good at.

Something I think you
could make a nice living

and do everything else you want
on the weekends, on the side.

That's what weekends
are for, Ray.

All right, fuck it.
Brooklyn Heights is classy.

- I'm in.
- All right. There you go.

What's my title?

Your title is manager.
Ray the manager.

No, no, no.
It's got to be--

it's got to be
a more impressive title.

I've got to impress Shoshanna.

Something-- yeah.

Something, like, overarching.

District Chief

Logistics and Operations
Supervisor.

That's kind of dispassionate,

but, yeah, something
along those lines.

- You'll think about it.
- I won't let you down.

- Thanks, Ray.
- All right, appreciate it.

Developmental Operations
Coordinator.

Hannah?
Hannah, are you in there?

Are you okay? I haven't
heard from you in days.

I'm coming in, okay?

Hannah, if you're here,

I only want to help.

Hannah?

Okay, I'm not looking under the
bed 'cause that's ridiculous.

Okay, I didn't really want
to cut that piece.

It's not that bad.

Fuck.

I am so honored
you asked me to do this.

Yeah, I needed some help
to reach the back,

so I'm happy you're available.

- Well, it was clearly meant to be.
- Mm-hmm.

I think I nailed this.

Think I'm done.

- Already?
- Yeah. That's it.

It's not that hard to do.

- Thank you.
- Should grab a dustpan and nab that hair.

All right.

Yeah, that looks real nice.

I'm feeling
just a little bit frail.

Haven't been eating that much,

so I don't know if I look,
like, scary thin or anything.

Nope, you look like
your "volumptuous" self to me.

You know when you're young
and you drop a glass

and your dad says,
"Get out of the way"

so you can be safe
while he cleans it up?

Well, now

no one really cares
if I clean it up myself.

No one really cares
if I get cut with glass.

If I break something, no one says,
"Let me take care of that."

- You know?
- I-- I do know.

I cut myself all the time
cleaning up glass.

Laird, I'm so dizzy
and nauseous.

I don't feel...

- so great.
- You okay? Hey.

Hannah?

Hey.

Hey, do you need a doctor?

- Hannah, do you need--
- Laird, please be reasonable, okay?

I don't have the strength
to fight you off this time.

You know what, Hannah?

You are the most
self-involved,

presumptuous person
I have ever met, ever.

I had feelings for you, sure,

until I realized how rotten
your insides are.

- Are you serious?
- Very.

I think it's a pretty dark
scene inside your head.

I don't have anything
to say to that, Laird,

except I'm sorry and...

I didn't think
about you as a person

and I understand now
that was wrong.

Well, thank you.
Apology accepted.

So this isn't about
the job, is it?

Not totally, no.

I just thought
you'd be so excited.

I-- I am

so excited for you.

For me.

I don't think this

is working.

Are you breaking up with me?

No, I'm--

Not exactly.

Well, when the fuck
did this happen?

Okay, I love you so much.

Like, to the ends of the
world and back so much.

But sometimes I love you
the way that, like,

I feel sorry for a monkey.

Like, they're just--
they need so much help

and they're in
such an ugly cage.

You know what I mean?

This is--
this is not correct.

You don't want this, okay?

You don't know what you're doing.
You don't want this.

Okay, you go to therapy and, like,
I'll have my personal renaissance.

- And--
- Therapy?

Are you kidding me? I don't need
fucking therapy, Shoshanna.

Yes, you do!

There's someone else,
isn't there? Hmm?

- No.
- Is that what it is?

- What? No. No.
- You met someone else.

No one gets out unless there's
someone on the docket.

On the back burner.
There's the blond man?

- Scandinavian? Tall? Muscular?
- No, there's nobody else,

especially not
an adult male blond.

You know me better than that.

I can't be surrounded
by your negativity

while I'm trying to grow
into a fully formed human.

You hate everything!

Seriously, you hate everything.

You hate the sound
of children playing.

And you hate all
of your living relatives.

And you hate people who wear
sunglasses even during the day.

You hate going to dinner,
which you know I love.

You hate colors.
You hate pillows.

You hate ribbons.
You hate everything!

I can't be
the only thing you like.

And-- and maybe

I can deal with your black
soul better when I'm older,

but I can't handle it now.

So maybe you just have
to go change

and then we can be in love
at another time.

I need to change?

Maybe you need to change.
You ever think about that?

Hmm? Maybe you're the one
who needs to fucking change.

Maybe then you'll appreciate
the difference

between negativity
and critical thinking!

Maybe you have to change. Maybe then
you'll appreciate my black soul.

I'm gonna get the rest
of my shit later

when you're at ballet barre.

You've reached Jessa.

I would never listen
to a voice mail,

but if you insist on trying...

Oh, hello.

You fucker!

Are you kidding me?

Where did you go?

And who am I supposed
to talk to

if you won't answer
your fucking phone?

Okay?
That anorexic Marnie?

Fucking Shoshanna?

Or my stalker ex-boyfriend?

It's not like any of them
want to talk to me.

I don't blame them 'cause I
cut off all my fucking hair!

And now you're off somewhere
just living it up

wearing a crop top.

You probably got
your vagina pierced.

And you're not
answering your phone

and you're forgetting
about everyone

who's fucking it up here.

So I hope you're having
a great time!

Love you!

Ah! Fucker!

What?!

Fucking open.
Operate!

Siri, operate!

Hel-- Hannah?

Hi.

What's going on?

Nothing much.
You?

Is this fucking FaceSpace
or whatever?

Yeah. Yeah, I didn't
mean to, actually.

I hit it with my face
by accident.

I wish you weren't seeing me.
I look a little--

so you got an iPhone? I really
never imagined you'd do that.

- What do you want?
- Me?

Oh, I was just
checking in on you.

Wanted to say hi, see if
you're, um, doing better or...

I'm okay.
I'm good.

Good. I'm so glad. 'Cause,
you know, life can be scary.

Life has much intense and you kind
of just have to, like, ride it

like a pony or you'll
get a haircut, so...

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Nothing.
I'm really good.

- Hannah.
- Yeah?

- Is that still going on?
- Is what going on?

That stuff from high school.
The OCDC shit.

Mm-mm. No.

What did you just do
over your shoulders?

What shoulders?

Kid, I saw you.
I can see you in this thing.

I thought you were
done with that.

So did I.

I feel like
I'm unraveling, Adam.

I'm really, really scared.

Stay right where you are.
I'm coming to you.

Keep looking at me.

Don't move.

You really don't
have to do this.

Adam!

That guy can suck
a fucking spiky one.

I'm going underground, so I'm gonna
lose you for a second, okay?

But I'm gonna get you
right back.

Honestly, please don't
worry about me.

Hold on.

Hannah, get the door.

No, I don't want to see anyone.
I'm scared.

Hannah, open the fucking door!

Don't yell at me.

This was a huge part of the
problem in the first place.

You're here.

Well, I was always here.

♪ For once ♪

♪ There is nothing
up my sleeve ♪

♪ Just some scars ♪

♪ From a life that used
to trouble me ♪

♪ I used to run ♪

♪ At first sight of the sun ♪

♪ Now I lay here waiting ♪

♪ For you to wake up ♪

♪ The city outside ♪

♪ Still sounds
like it's on fire ♪

♪ You put on your seat ♪

♪ The white flag
of a Saturday night ♪

♪ I know we stayed up ♪

♪ Talking in circles ♪

♪ But I like to think
the symmetry ♪

♪ Will keep me close to you ♪

♪ 'Cause for once ♪

♪ There is nothing
up my sleeve ♪

♪ Just some scars ♪

♪ From a life that used
to trouble me ♪

♪ I used to run ♪

♪ At first sight of the sun ♪

♪ Now I lay here waiting ♪

♪ For you to wake up ♪

♪ I lay here waiting ♪

♪ For you to wake up. ♪