Girls (2012–2017): Season 5, Episode 6 - The Panic in Central Park - full transcript

What are you staring at me about?

What do you mean?

You're staring at me.

I'm staring at you?

You're playing aggressive guitar at me.

There's nothing aggressive about that.

- It's a ballad.
- Okay.

I think it's weird you haven't
said anything since noon.

Well, we're in a fight, so
I don't want to talk to you.

- Well...
- That's kind of the definition

- of fighting.
- That's kind of the definition of cold.



- No, I'm not cold, I'm mad.
- Yeah.

So you can't even let me know that
you're... that you're here with me?

You can't even connect?

No, I don't... I don't want
to connect. I want space.

Well, I don't want space. I love you.

See, Desi, that's a
major part of the problem.

That you don't seem to care
at all about what I want.

- Oh, I don't care what you want?
- Yeah, you don't care.

Would you prefer that I just
pretend nothing's wrong with me?

And stop feeling all of my feelings

and... and hug you and fuck you
and tell you how amazing you are

- and how much I love you?
- That sounds really positive to me.

- I think that'd make you happy, too.
- Oh, Jesus.

- No.
- Whoa.



You know you just recoiled

- from my touch?
- I didn't.

You recoiled from my
touch like I'm a monster.

- Oh, my God.
- You know something?

In all the months that
we courted, I never

dreamed that you could be this cruel.

- Cruel?
- Yeah.

Oh, are you fucking serious?

Cruel? I don't want to go get a scone
with you this morning and now I'm cruel?

Oh, boy. You're... you've
got to be kidding me.

I want to fucking die.

- No, you don't. You don't want to die.
- Yes I do, I wanna fucking kill myself.

You don't want to kill yourself,
either. You are far too narcissistic

- to kill yourself.
- Open your heart to me.

- Bella, open your heart to me now!
- Stop.

It's fucking open!

Bella!

♪ Rock, babe, rock, babe ♪

♪ I don't love you no more ♪

♪ I don't love you no more ♪

♪ I don't love you no more ♪

♪ I don't love you no more ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Used to be you and me,
young and in love ♪

What I tell you? She's coming.

- How you doing? Nice to meet you.
- Baby, dang.

Damn, girl, I know exactly
how to work you out.

Hey.

Hi.

- She was looking at me.
- Shit.

- Yo, you know her?
- Yeah, I know her. I'll be right back.

- Where you going, man?
- Marnie? Marnie.

Marnie.

Hey.

Hi.

Look, I know it's weird.

Just talk to me, okay?

I'm married.

Oh, great.

- That's fucking great.
- Yeah.

Yeah, see, just tell me
w-w-what's up with you.

That's great, that's great.

I'm late getting where I'm going.

Hey.

So, wait, y-you got married?

- Yeah.
- That's beautiful.

Really, that's fucking beautiful.

It was beautiful.

I mean, it was pouring and
my dad wasn't there, but...

Aw, shit.

Well, who walked you down the aisle?

My uncle.

Bob or Ron?

You remember Bob and Ron?

Yeah, of course I do. Bob's a fuckin' G.

Well, it was Ron.

Okay, yeah, I mean, Ron,

he's less of a G. He's an exterminator.

That's... that's the opposite.

So, what happened to your business?

Which one?

Business? The app?

- Oh,
- "Which one?"

That shit. Um, yeah, that wasn't
really for me. You know, that life.

It started becoming about
what we're ordering for lunch

and who we ate it with. It was bullshit.

So, did Parvesh and Jake buy you out?

No, no, no, some weird legal shit
went down and I got nothing, you know.

- But onward and upwards, right?
- Yeah, I guess.

- Hold the fuck up, man.
- What? What?

- I told you I was talking to a friend.
- Que pasando?

All right, man, but
you're gonna do that thing

- tonight, right?
- Yes.

So just make sure you get enough cash
to cover you for the next few weeks, ah?

Yo, I don't need this explained
to me. I know what to do.

He's got it, he's got it. Here
you go, brother. All right?

- I got it.
- Charlie, introduce.

No, Rips, I'm not
fucking introducing you.

And don't just say
"introduce," like, one word.

- Rips?
- Hello.

Your name is Rips? What, are
you from "West Side Story"?

And that would make you my Maria.

Oh, yeah, I'd love to solve
a problem like a Maria.

Ew. That's not even the right reference.

Oh.

- All right.
- We out of here, bro.

Hey, appreciate it. Take care.

- Hey, hey, hey. You got it.
- All right.

- I got it. I got you. Be good.
- All right.

- Bye, friend. Bye, friend.
- Bye, guys.

- Let's go, let's go, let's go
- Nice meeting you.

- Very nice meeting you.
- Nice to meet you, too, Rips.

Sorry.

You, um... you talk differently.

I ta... what do you mean?

You have an accent that
you didn't have before.

- You talk differently.
- No.

Nah, you just don't remember me right.

"Ri"? I don't remember you "ri"?

Hey, do you want to
come with me someplace?

Where?

We'll go someplace.

Like, what place, though?

It's a party. It's uptown.

And there will be free
champagne and a lot of it.

- Champagne for my real friends...
- Real pain for my sham friends.

- Wait, are you serious?
- Yeah.

Why would I want to
go with you anywhere?

You know I literally haven't heard from
you since you told me you never loved me

and that I was "a spoiled brat

whose life would never amount to being
anything other than someone's wife."

- That's an exact quote.
- Right.

And guess what? I am someone's wife.

But I also have a fucking life, so
you were completely wrong about me.

You're a fucking piece of shit.

- All right, Marnie, you know...
- No, no, no,

- seriously, Charlie, you're a POS.
- all right.

And, yeah, I might've
been an asshole to you

when I was all of, what, 22 years old.

Everyone's an asshole
when they're 22 years old.

Then you came along and you
beat me in the asshole contest.

Big time. You beat the shit out of me.

All right.

Well, I apologize for that,

but I was kind of going
through a pretty fucked-up time.

My, ah, my dad... my dad died.

What?

He killed himself,
actually. He hung himself.

- Holy shit.
- Yeah.

I didn't know that. I'm so sorry.

No, you know, I'm sorry.

That's all I can really
say is "I'm sorry."

But, listen, do you... do you want
to come with... just come with me

to this party.

It'll be harmless. We'll catch up.

- Please.
- Okay.

Yeah?

Okay. All right, good. I'm happy.

We got to get you a dress, though.

All right.

- Marnie.
- Yeah?

- Try these on. Try those on.
- Oh, my God, I

- can't try all these on.
- Yes, you can.

I'm just giving you options,
baby, you know what I mean?

I'm just giving you options.
I'm just giving you more and more

- options.
- Okay.

Hey.

Hey, do you, ah, do you
have a bathroom I can use?

I'm gonna buy stuff. I just
need to use the bathroom.

Oh, yeah, there's a
burrito place next door.

You just have to, like,
buy a soda or something.

Oh, okay.

- Uh, Marnie, I'll be right back!
- Okay.

That dress looks really pretty on you.

Oh, thank you so much. I feel
like a Bob Mackie Barbie doll.

Oh, no, that's 100% the look. That's
what people come in here wanting.

That guy's my ex-boyfriend.

I haven't seen him in
literally almost two years

until just now. Or like,
just before right now.

He left without any
explanation, and now I'm married

to, like, an entirely different
man who's also my musical partner.

- Cool.
- I know you might be wondering,

like, how does someone fit that much
action into such a short amount of time.

Yes, I am only 25 and a half

- years old...
- No, that seems right.

but somehow I've
managed to live so much.

I feel like I'm looking
out the eyes of a woman

at hands that have touched
and have been touched.

- Does that make any sense?
- Whoa, oh.

- Hey, oh, my God. You look great.
- Yeah?

- Are you sure? I don't know.
- That's perfect, yeah.

No, you look awesome.
All right, let's do this.

- Yeah? How much is it?
- What? I need heels

- and stuff like that.
- Doesn't matter. No, no, no,

- you're good. They're waiting on us!
- What are you doing?

What are we doing here?

I just have a friend
who asked me to swing by.

What kind of friend? Everyone
here is 150 years old.

- Just wait here a second, okay?
- No way.

Just wait one second.

No fucking way. I'm not standing
here alone in this dress.

All right. Suit yourself, come on.

- Brian, hello.
- Hello, sir.

Brian, this is my fiancée, Masha.

Masha, it's a pleasure.

Uh, will you ladies excuse
us for just a moment?

Of course, Brian.

He buying cocaine for us to have party.

Yeah, I can see that.

Out of curiosity, how old are you?

25 and half.

Makes sense.

Okay, uh, I'm just gonna use
the bathroom really quick, okay?

What's your name, darling?

I'm Magita. Magita Perez.

Well, Magita, what would you say if

I asked you to join Masha
and me later upstairs?

Masha?

Me?

Is Brian the person I should
talk to negotiate that?

No, no, I'll handle it.

I'm, uh, 300 cash, up front.

Room 1206. We'll be there by 10:30.

Sounds good, except there's a $200
fee if I'm going above the tenth floor.

I'm afraid of heights.

And a hundred-dollar gown rental fee.
Unless you want me to wear my jeans.

See you in an hour.

Looking forward to it.

♪ I'll be a lady in the streets ♪

♪ In the dress with
her hair tied up... ♪

- Wait, so you said...
- Oh, my God.

You said you were a hooker?

No, he, like, implied it
and I just, like, went along,

and then I introduced
myself as Magita Perez.

- What?
- I don't know,

- You said your name was Magita?
- I... yeah, I said my name was...

I don't know, I've
never heard it before.

- Oh, my God.
- Spanish?

- I knew this was a bad idea.
- What, you worried you scared me?

Ah, no, you know, it's
just not really your scene.

To be fair, you wouldn't know my scene.
It's actually been a few years since

- you knew what my scene was.
- But I have an idea of what your

scene is and what your scene isn't.

Well, my scene is that I'm
hungry and I'm fucking rich.

♪ I'm one of a kind,
she one of them dimes ♪

♪ Been at it for a while,
we putting in time ♪

♪ I'm loving her thoughts,
she changing my mind ♪

♪ We learning together,
the stars align ♪

♪ Fly face, nice body, and swag crazy ♪

♪ She work and she going
to school, she ain't lazy ♪

♪ And when she out and
about, she look wavy ♪

♪ And when they try to ask
what's up, she say, "Casey" ♪

♪ I'll be your lady in the streets
in the dress and her hair tied up ♪

♪ Or I can be a freak in the sheets
in the room with her hands tied up ♪

♪ No, it's whatever you want ♪

♪ Whatever you like ♪

♪ It's whatever you want ♪

♪ Whatever you like ♪

♪ It's not a problem at all ♪

- ♪ Whatever you like, ♪
- You've gained weight.

♪ Whatever you like ♪

That's not a very nice
thing to say to a person.

No, I know, I like it.

It's like you're not trying
to please everyone anymore.

♪ Whatever you like ♪

♪ It's not a problem at all ♪

♪ Whatever you'd like. ♪

- Hey, guess what?
- Hmm?

Half my album's about you.

- What?
- Yeah. Desi thinks it's about him.

About, like, when we first started

and he still had a
girlfriend, but it's about you.

It's about what it's
like to lose something

or someone and have no idea why.

I told you why.

You were my family.

You know that.

Come here. Come here.

Oh, my God. What are you doing?

Get in.

That's not our boat.

"That's not our boat"?

That...? Did you really just say that?

- Shut up.
- "That's not our boat"?

Oh, no... oh, no, that's not our boat.

- But it isn't!
- Come on.

Don't be a nerd.

Get in the fucking boat.

No one's here.

Oksana Baiul.

- Whose boat do you think this is?
- Oh, my God.

Jesus Christ, relax.

- Ooh!
- Oh!

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh... ♪

Are you okay?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Jesus, you scared me for a second.

But it's only like two feet deep, so...

♪ Your open eyes are
two private oceans ♪

♪ They don't cry, I don't mind to ♪

♪ See your devotion ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

- ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh... ♪
- Hold on, this is actually

- a very, very serious question.
- Okay.

How recent were your
YMCA swimming lessons?

'Cause I just couldn't tell...

- by the way you were flailing around.
- You're such an asshole.

What? I just really wondered 'cause I'll

- get 'em for you, if you want.
- Give me your bag.

What? Come on, Marn.

What's so fuckin' funny?

G-give me your fucking bag.

- Really?
- No, dude. Dude, chill.

Okay? Go back to Park Slope.

Your mom's not gonna be mad at
you, and if you need money, just

sell your fucking Xbox.

The bag and your jewelry now!

No fucking way, dude.

Look, seriously, back the fuck off,

okay? Back the fuck... oh, shit.

- He's got a fuckin' gun.
- Here, here. Here, here, here.

- Your rings. Come on.
- Okay, here's my wedding ring

- and my engagement ring.
- Just... here, here.

- He didn't ask for my fucking earrings.
- Just give 'em to him.

- He's gonna want them. Shh...
- Okay, okay, okay.

- Hello?!
- Here, here.

- Take it, take it.
- Take it, take it. Okay. Okay

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, God.

Fuck, dude. Are you...

I didn't know people
get, like, robbed anymore.

- You live here?
- I do.

There's a garbage bag on the window.

Yeah, well, I sleep late.

So, get curtains.

Actually, you know what? Never
mind. I'm not here to change you.

I don't need to change anybody anymore.

Come here.

What am I gonna do about you?

What if... we...

ran away?

I'm serious.

What if, like, the last few years
were just a bad dream and we ran away?

And opened up a general store.

Somewhere where they
need a general store.

I got cash, I got a bike.

We can go wherever we wanted.

Wouldn't have to tell anybody
if we didn't feel like it.

- I don't need any of my stuff.
- No.

I don't, I really...

don't need any of my stuff.

- I hate all of my stuff.
- Hm.

I'm serious. As soon as
the sun comes up, let's go.

But what about all of the time?

- Hmm?
- Doesn't have to bother us

if we don't let it.

Oh, okay.

I'm cold. I need a shower.

The bathroom's in the hall.

Cool.

Hey.

Hi.

Late night?

Yeah, kinda.

Why is everybody such a
fucking disappointment?

Guy problems?

Yeah, if you call a hot dyke with
a strap-on and a Mets cap a guy.

She left me off on the side of the BQE.

- Kicked me off her motorcycle.
- Oh, my God. That is awful.

- Yeah. I fucking walked.
- How did you get home?

It's not even her, you know?
She was... she was fine.

She was as much as an asshole as anyone.

I just... I can't have one
more fantasy busted open.

I swear to God, I can't fucking take it.

That's my towel.

I'm so sorry. I...

I did not know that.

Um... oh. Sorry.

You have nice tits.

Thank you.

You know, that shower actually
has really good water pressure.

Charlie?

- Charlie!
- Yeah?

What the fuck is this needle?

Oh.

I'm diabetic.

Yeah.

Where are your fucking shoes, Marnie?

Whose dress is that? Where
are your fucking rings?

I'm sorry.

For what?

I don't want to be married to you.

It's not even your fault.

I mean, yeah, you're... you're an
asshole, but it's really not your fault.

I just... I knew I
shouldn't have married you.

I just didn't want to give
up on yet another dream.

What are you talking about?

I just don't know who I am right
now. I'm like a ghost of myself.

I don't know what I'm
doing here or anywhere else.

But I don't want to be married to you.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Oh, thank you.

You should go and be on your own,
Marn. You know? Do what you have to do.

Yeah, I think that's what I need.

But, trust me, Marnie, it is,
like, not gonna work out so great.

It's not?

I mean, probably

you're gonna get... murdered.

I mean, that is how little of a
sense of the world that you have.

You're just... you're
just... you're just...

you're gonna get murdered one day.

You're gonna get murdered. I'm sorry.

Yeah, well...

you know, Desi, maybe you're right.

Maybe I do get murdered.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

You know I can't hear you.

Try to remember

the hope of the beginning, you know?

- "The hope of the beginning"?
- Yeah.

You mean when you had a girlfriend
and I saw you, like, twice a week

and half the times we fucked
you covered my face with a pillow

because you couldn't handle the guilt?

- Do you remember that?
- Yeah, okay.

Jesus Christ, I have some,
like, serious shit to work out.

So do you. I'm not sure
you're capable of it, but...

that's not my problem anymore.

Do you want me to get my stuff?

Uh, no, that's fine. I'll
just pack up a few things.

♪ You've fallen at your feet ♪

♪ Given everything up ♪

♪ There's something in the way ♪

♪ Love is never enough... ♪

♪ I see you're sorry ♪

♪ I'm putting down the gun ♪

♪ The war in your mind,
it never wants to be won ♪

♪ I catch you in the light
no one else can see ♪

♪ I know you see her and
you'll never see me ♪

♪ She makes you feel the most,
keep your souls aligned ♪

♪ But what we had, it
never really died ♪

♪ And this is what I'd say ♪

♪ And I know that your
love wasn't here to stay ♪

♪ I gave you all of mine,
but you gave it away ♪

♪ And now you're the one who hurts ♪

♪ You had to love someone else ♪

♪ Just to know your worth ♪

♪ But here's to us ♪

♪ Here's to us, here's to us ♪

♪ Yeah, this is just a
phase, pretty sure of that ♪

♪ And one day, you and I,
we will never look back ♪

♪ You kept me in the flames,
but the fire was out ♪

♪ The fire was out, the fire was out ♪

♪ And this is what I'd
say if I had any words ♪

♪ Wish we hadn't messed up,
now your heart is with hers ♪

♪ And I know that your
love wasn't here to stay ♪

♪ I gave you all of mine,
but you gave it away ♪

♪ But here's to us, here's to us ♪

♪ Here's to us. ♪