Girls (2012–2017): Season 6, Episode 10 - Latching - full transcript

(music playing)

What the fuck?!

Marnie, what the fuck?
When did you get here?

Like, 1:00 AM. You were just
asleep for, like, 13 hours.

How did you get in?

If you think your country windows
are secure downstairs, think again.

What are you doing here?

I would like to help
you raise your baby.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You're about to go through
an incredibly intense,

emotional, tough, but
miraculous transition.



And I would like to be here
to help and support you.

Well, this is just like Adam's pitch
and that didn't work out so great,

- so.
- No, no, no. But see, it's not,

because I can admit
that I don't have, like,

a lot of other things going on.

Currently living in my mom's home gym...

- Mm-hmm.
- and my band broke up.

But the thing is, I still
have a lot to give, a lot.

So, why not give it to
you and this little angel?

I don't know, Marnie, this is just...

You think you have a
lot of friends, right?

- Yeah.
- Who's here?

Depends on the day.

Elijah's not here.



Jessa sure as hell isn't here.

Adam isn't here.

Shoshanna literally despises all of us.

Who's here?

I'm here.

I win.

I'm your best friend.

I'm the best at being your friend.

I love you the most.

Okay.

Yeah?

Yeah, okay.

Fuck, yeah!

- _
- (baby crying)

(cooing)

HANNAH: Are you sure this
isn't too cold for him?

- It's okay, Grovey, it's okay.
- No, he's just fine.

Okay, and you disinfect the
scale between babies, right?

Okay, 13 pounds. That's a nice size.

- He's a nice size.
- You're a nice size.

Okay, but he was closer
to 10 when he was born,

- so I'm just a little confused.
- Babies will often

lose 10% of their birth
weight in the first few weeks.

- It's nothing to be concerned about.
- (Grover crying)

- As long as he's feeding normally.
- (Grover crying)

Oh, no, he's... he's eating.
He's eating all the time.

- Breast milk or formula?
- It's okay.

Is there a chance we
could talk to Dr. Monoghan?

She's on vacation right now, looking
at a waterfall with her family

and I'm not calling her.

It's just, like, she knows our
whole story and she's met Grover...

Would you want to be disturbed
on your family vacation?

Well, just depends on priorities.

Like, I write through my whole vacation.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

He breastfed for six weeks,

- then he just, like, stopped.
- Are you pumping?

Oh, my God, yeah, I'm pumping so much.

I'm like a saucer machine. He just...

- he will only take it from the bottle.
- Well, so long as he's getting it.

But isn't there, like, an issue with
bonding? Like, isn't it important?

- Shh.
- All right, listen.

Breastfeeding is mysterious.

Sometimes it's a piece of cake.

And sometimes, there's something,

the chemistry, the fit... it's just off.

(whispered) Okay.

Mm.

Um, well...

I guess that's it. Um,
if you have any lollipops?

(baby crying)

Hey.

Hi, how did it go?

It was fine. It was good.
I mean, they said he's

- basically the perfect weight, so.
- You are? That's so great!

That's, like, the greatest
compliment a person can get.

Hi, baby. What did he
say about breast feeding?

I mean, I don't trust
that, like, temp doctor.

Well, yeah, everyone here looks
pretty fucking formula-fed to me.

Aunt Marnie's here.

Aunt Marnie's here.

(kisses)

HANNAH: He just made it sound like
some babies never get the hang of it.

But you told him you've
been pumping, right?

Yes, I told him I've
been pumping, and I said

I don't know how much
longer I can do it.

I was like, "My nipples hurt.
They feel like iguana skin."

Well, what am I gonna do when
I start my job next month,

like, tote a breast pump around?

What if there's a
student I want to fuck?

Promise me you're not
gonna give up, okay?

There's a reason they call
breast milk liquid gold.

Well, if you really
felt like that, I think

you would agree to taste mine, so.

Hannah, you have to stop
asking me to do that.

It's nice, it's like
hemp milk or something.

Babies that are breastfed

are less likely to get
sick when they're little.

And also, they show higher
cognitive function at an earlier age.

And I just saw a study that says
that they snag higher-paying jobs.

What about that doesn't sound great?

Well, I was never breastfed and
I'm a dream and a ray of sunshine,

- so.
- No. That's exactly my point.

I was breastfed for two years.

Great, it seems like it worked out

- super great for you.
- It did.

(Fast Car by Tracey Chapman playing)

(singing along)
♪ You've got a fast car ♪

♪ I want a ticket to anywhere ♪

♪ Maybe we make a deal ♪

♪ Maybe together we can get somewhere ♪

♪ Anyplace is better... ♪

- Marnie, can you maybe stop?
- ♪ Starting at zero ♪

♪ Got nothing to lose ♪

♪ Maybe we'll make something ♪

♪ Me, myself, I got
nothing to prove... ♪

I'd love it if you'd stop singing,

and so would Grover. He doesn't like it.

I feel like you're both
kidding, so I'm gonna keep going.

♪ You've got a fast car ♪

♪ I've got a plan ♪

- ♪ to get us out of here, I've been ♪
- Marnie.

♪ Working at a convenience ♪

- ♪ Store, manged to save ♪
- I'm asking you to stop and I'm asking

- ♪ a little bit of money ♪
- in a nice way.

♪ Won't have to drive too far ♪

- ♪ Just cross the border and... ♪
- Turn it off! Okay?

- Turn it off!
- (music stops)

(Grover crying)

- Sorry.
- (Grover continues crying)

- (car approaching)
- (birds chirping)

MARNIE: Hey, little man.

Listen, I'm really sorry about before.

I really don't want to talk about it.

Yeah, but we should talk about it.

You yelled at me for loving music.

There's honestly nothing to talk about.

(train horn blaring in distance)

I love that you love music.

Come on, Grover.

Come on!

It's good.

There's a businessman who'd
pay a lot of money to do this.

- (crying)
- No, look, it's right here.

You don't have to cry
'cause it's right here.

- (squealing)
- No!

You think you're the first
man who rejected this?

Well, think again, you're
not being very original.

You know what, you're
being kind of a fuckhead.

You're being a kind of a
little bit of an asshole.

Um... I don't know what to say to you.

(coughing)

- (crying)
- (exhales)

- (sneezes and continues crying)
- Bless you.

HANNAH: And that is a swaddle.

- (cooing)
- Yeah. Yeah. Really good.

- Baby. Yeah.
- Uh... No,

- (Grover crying)
- actually, here. You can

do it like this.

Here, okay. Hi, yeah.

- Hi, favorite boy!
- (crying stops)

Hello.

Hi! Oh, my little baby burrito.

Oh.

That's another way to do it.

Yeah.

(crying)

(sighs) Are you making an
envelope with your nipple, Hannah?

Are you making an
envelope with your nipple?

Do you even have a nipple?
'Cause I've known you a long time

and I actually don't think I've seen it.

How the fuck do you make an
envelope with your nipple?

Anyway, it's pronounced "enn-velope."

Just, like, don't be so pretentious.

So, apparently, you just fold it
down from the base of the areola,

and then rather than pushing
his face onto the breast,

just squeeze a little bit of milk
out onto the tip of the nipple,

brush his lips across the nipple
so that he decides to take it.

Okay, I need this to stop.

Because, A... it's fucking revolting,

and B... every time you
say nipple, a fairy dies.

Hannah, do not get stressed,
especially when you're holding Grover.

He can sense it.

Cortisol and a million
other super powerful hormones

just flow through your body.

Somehow, you've just
gotta stay centered.

Clear your head. Stay present.

This is a sacred time.

So, now it's my fault? Like,
my stress is repelling him?

Listen, he's hungry, let's just give
him a bottle and then he'll, like,

torture animals and keep a room like
in the movie "Room." I don't care.

I think your sense of humor

could be a very powerful
tool during this journey.

(Grover fussing)

- Don't worry, Hannah.
- Shh.

He's gonna latch.

He did it for a whole month.

He just forgot what was good for him.

- Didn't you, Grovito?
- You know what?

Your, like, desire to be part of this

is actually starting
to feel really perverse.

I feel, like, very objectified
and I just would like some privacy.

Oh, it says if you need assistance,

you might ask someone to help press

by placing her fingers
or thumbs on top of yours.

- Do you want me to come help?
- No.

Nope. Nope, I don't.

- (crickets chirping)
- (owl hooting)

(TV playing)

Hello, Information?

- I need to talk to Mr. Boat.
- (Hannah laughs)

John Stamos has not aged a single day.

It's insane. And, like,
why is this man a bachelor?

Hello?

(TV laugh track)

How rude.

(TV laugh track)

The question is, like,

could the Olsen twins have become
fashion moguls without "Full House,"

or like, is it what catapulted them?

So, I've been thinking

and I might wanna go out tomorrow night.

There's a wine bar in Tivoli.

I looked it up, and
there's gonna be, like,

- a live jazz trio playing.
- A live jazz trio?

- Yeah, live.
- Marnie, that's the most

disgusting thing I've ever
heard. The only thing grosser

than a jazz trio would be,
like, a jazz quadrangle.

This is empty, by they way.

Well, there's gonna be, like,
a flight of local cheeses,

and... and then there's
gonna be this, like,

awesome Sonoma wine pairing.

And you learn about wine, and...

Yeah, but there'd be, like,

no way I could come with you.

No, yeah, just I would go.

So, I would just, like, stay here
with Grover all night by myself?

Never mind. I'll just go another time.

Well, is it like, a weekly thing?

Like, if it happens, like, next week...

I don't know, Hannah.

If you really want
cheese, we can buy cheese

and, like, put on jazz. I just...

we don't have to go to a place.

- ♪ Now my mascara runnin' ♪
- (shutter clicking)

♪ Red lipstick smudged ♪

♪ Oh, he so horny,
yeah, he want to fuck ♪

♪ He popped all my buttons
and he ripped my blouse ♪

♪ He Monica-Lewinski'd all on my gown ♪

♪ Whoa, there, Daddy, Daddy
didn't bring the towel... ♪

- (thuds)
- (Grover crying)

He hates me. I don't know what to say.

I don't know what I did to him

besides grow him in my
body for nine months.

But he hates me.

The guy at the ShopRite is more
interested in my boobs than he is.

So, why don't you just
swaddle him, give him a bottle.

There's nothing I can
even do for him anymore.

I don't know what to say. He hates me.

- I can't do anything.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

- (crying continues)
- Come here. Come here.

- Come here.
- I'm sorry.

Shh, shh, shh.

(trilling)

(Grover coos)

(music ends)

(birds chirping)

(Grover crying)

LOREEN: Hey, it's almost 11:00 AM.

(crying continues)

Are you awake now, Hannah?!

Oh, good morning.

Grover's been awake
for almost three hours.

Ah!

Ooh. Sweetie, you're leaking.

MARNIE: ♪ Little man, little man. ♪

- You called my mom?
- Yeah, I did.

You called my mother and
you told her to come here.

Yeah, Hannah. You're having a
really hard time and I just thought

it would be helpful for you to have her.

Well, it's not helpful.
Remember last time?

All she did was
complain about how unfair

the judging process on "The Voice" is.

She's not helpful. She
makes things harder for me.

Okay, well, then, I didn't
call her here for you.

I called her here for
me. I wanted some help.

This is above my pay
grade. I'm doing my best.

I'm reading all the books.
But honestly, it's too much.

And you're not even acting that mature!

You begged to come here.

You wanted to be here
with me and help me.

And now it's not matching
up to what you imagined,

which was, like, that it would
be a "Laura Ashley" catalogue.

Or, like, a fun, zany sitcom

starring Brittany Snow and the
rest of the cast of "Pitch Perfect,"

- just carrying a cute, little baby.
- (crying)

Okay, I'm sorry we didn't make any jam.

I'm sorry you didn't meet,
like, a hot woodworker.

But this is reality. It's happening now.

And you suck at it, okay?

You're doing a bad job,

and the reason you are is
'cause you're the immature one,

so check that out!

All right, Ghostbuster.

- (crying)
- What?

(water sloshing)

I don't know when my
vagina and my butthole

are gonna start to feel like
two separate entities again,

but I'm really looking forward to that.

LOREEN: Honey, this will all be
over soon. It'll be like a blip.

Things'll get so much harder,
you won't even remember this part.

God, I hope you're right.

Listen, Hannah, when I had
you, I couldn't breast feed.

No matter how hard I tried, I
couldn't get you to latch on.

And my nipples both inverted
and it hurt like fire in my tits.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Obviously, your father
was no help at all.

- He was scared enough of breasts as is.
- (chuckles)

And all these women in
my campus mothering circle

were so judgmental.

It was the 80s, you know.

All these cunts in linen pants

who were so pleased
not to be using formula.

I mean, I was raised on formula.

Nice post-war formula.

What's the fucking problem?
You turned out fine.

Yeah, but don't you get it? I
don't want him to turn out fine.

I want him to turn out better
than fine. He's so beautiful.

- He's so much more beautiful than me.
- He really is.

But honey, he'll be fine,
whether you use formula or milk,

- or, you know...
- Mom, don't you get it?

I'm mentally ill,

I'm overweight,

I isolate people,

I'm a quitter.

So, what if that's the
kind of man that I raise?

What if that's the only
kind of man I can raise?

That's not gonna happen.

(sighs)

And I'm still fucking bleeding.

From my vagina.

No one understands!

You think no one understands you?

Yeah, I do,

because I made a very intense choice

to take this on all by myself, okay?

I decided to be brave
and just go it alone...

Mom, I buckle my bra every day, okay?

But just do it for a second.

You know? And now it's
like I can't even do

the most natural human process
on earth of feeding my child?

And Marnie acted like
she was here to help me,

and now all she does... that's fine.

And now all she does is judge
me and bully me, you know?

But she wouldn't if she
knew what it was like

to be rejected by your own child

like you've been rejected by every
other fucking man in your life.

'Cause let's face it,
Grover fucking hates me.

You really upset Marnie, you know?

She called me weeping.

I got on a plane at 5:00 AM.

- I upset Marnie?
- Yeah.

Well, maybe she should
have thought a little

before she came out here to help,

considering that things might
get pretty fucking intense.

'Cause you know what, Mom? I tend to get

- pretty fucking intense.
- Yeah, well, maybe she thought

- you'd act like a fucking grown-up.
- What?

You wanna act like this
whole thing was an accident?

Like it happened to you? That's
fine, Hannah. But that's not honest.

You made a choice to have
this child, and guess what?

It's the first one you can't take back.

You can't get your tuition refunded.

You can't break the lease.

You can't delete his phone number.

Your son is not a temp
job. He's not Adam.

This is it, honey, and this is forever.

Stop following me! And
why are you judging me

and putting words in my
mouth? Why are you judging me?

Because you just said
your baby hates you,

and that is the most moronic
thing I have ever heard.

He doesn't hate you.
He doesn't hate anybody.

He's a goddamn baby,
and you are all he has.

I don't understand why you're yelling
at me when I'm in emotional pain.

Yeah, well, you know who
else is in emotional pain?

- Who?
- Fucking everyone!

For their whole lives!

Nobody said this was gonna be easy.

Nobody guaranteed this would be fun.

You didn't sign a contract in the womb

saying you were headed for Six Flags.

What are you making?

Bisquick, obviously, 'cause you have
to add, like, 2,000 calories a day

to your diet if you're breast
feeding to do it successfully.

Hannah. The... ah...

- Hah!
- I don't understand, Mom.

You didn't say it was
gonna be this hard.

Oh, have I made this look easy to you?

No. Have the last few
years looked easy to you?

Maybe they would have
if you'd chosen a husband

who wasn't gay and
who actually loved you.

And then I would know what, like, a
normal, functional family looked like,

and I wouldn't be up here with
Marnie acting like that was normal.

You know?

And this house would be a home and
not just a fucking bunch of rooms.

So, thank you.

No, thank you, Hannah.

- Thank you so much for that.
- (door opens)

- Thanks, baby girl.
- Ow!

Oh, man.

(birds chirping)

Hey, are you okay?

I'm not a hooker.

- No one said you were.
- _

Sorry for trying to help.

God fucking damn it. Men are disgusting.

- Am I English? No?
- MARNIE: No, just me.

- You're a pilot.
- (mechanical buzzing)

All right, I'm a pilot, yeah.

We're, um... we're just

approaching, um, cruising altitude.

- Yeah.
- So... is, uh...

is everything okay back there, Shelly?

(breathily in a British accent)
Yes, except...

there's been a slight
disturbance in the cabin.

- Yes, I noticed that
- Oh.

someone was ringing the,
uh... the assistance button.

Yes, 11-C has a problem with his...

- his dick.
- (buzzing continues)

Oh.

Should I go help him with his dick?

- He's in 11-C.
- Yes.

I think you should probably go back
there and make sure he's all right.

Yes, do you think I should use
the oxygen mask on his dick?

Yeah, I think... I think you should,

and I think you should put
it on him first before helping

- others around him out.
- Marnie, I think

- we're out of breast milk.
- Yes, I've already told him that.

- (phone clatters to floor)
- Shelly?

'Scuse me.

(breathily) Shelly,

- this is your captain speaking.
- Oh, fuck.

(imitates British accent)
I'll be right there.

Okay.

(whispered) Damn it.

Oh, I used the last bag
of breast milk earlier.

So, we'll just have to
wait till Hannah gets back.

Ugh.

I have no idea when she'll be back.

(whispered) Yeah.

Motherhood seems to have
had such an effect on her.

Yeah, I don't even know
why we have that here.

Sorry I walked in on you beating off.

(chuckles) No, you didn't.

Masturbating. Did I not
catch you touching yourself?

No, you did not catch
me touching myself.

Okay, Marnie, sure, but,

you know, I live alone. I ain't judging.

No, no, no, no, no. It's
just, it's not masturbating

if you are video chatting with someone.

Who is he?

(clicks tongue)

His name is Delvin, Delvin P.

He's from Weehawken, and he's
a very nice personal trainer.

(chuckles)

Hey.

Are you happy here?

With Hannah and Grover?

I mean, yeah, sure.

I don't need to be happy.

Why?

It's just not my time.
This is important.

Hannah's my best friend.

Has it ever occurred to you

that the best thing for
you and your friendship

would be if you were happy, too?

Hannah and Grover can't do this
by themselves. They need me.

Listen, I spent 30 years
supporting my best friend.

You know? We even had a child together.

But mostly, we just
got angrier and angrier

until all that was left was hate.

I hate my best friend now.

And all because I didn't
know how to let him go.

(exhales)

You know, these ingredients
aren't even that bad.

(crickets chirping)

(dog barks)

- (dog barking)
- (door slams)

GIRL: You're a fucking monster!

(crying)

(crying continues)

Hey!

Are you okay?

Like, clearly no. (crying)

Okay, you can talk to me, it's
okay. I'm safe. I'm a safe person.

Do you have a phone, ma'am?

- Ma'am?
- (crying)

No, I'm sorry. I don't have
a cell phone on me right now.

Well, then, what makes
you a... a safe person?

I don't know. Look at me, I just am.

What... what happened?

I ran away as fast as I could.

It was an emergency incident.

Okay, you cannot be out here
without any shoes or pants.

- You just can't.
- Well, I don't have any shoes or pants,

so that's what's up. (crying)

Here, take these. Take
these, takes these. Come on.

Come on.

Look, put 'em on.

(groans)

Some jeans.

Here you go.

Thank you.

(sighs) These are kind of big.

Well, yeah, they're... they're
big on me, too, obviously. Just...

What happened? Can you
tell me what happened?

(sighs) I just need a phone so
I can call my boyfriend, Justin.

- (sniffles)
- (clicks tongue)

Would you like to come to my house
and use the phone and call Justin?

Yeah. That would be good.

Thanks.

'Cause, like, Justin really, really
worries when he can't locate me.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Come on.

Does your mom know where you are?

I'm sorry. This must be really hard.

Can you tell me about the
incident? Do you feel unsafe?

Yeah.

(sighs) My mom said I had
to finish my history homework

before I went to Justin's.

And I was like, "It's
not due till Friday."

And she was like, "Well, you're
gonna finish it up right away."

And I was like, "No!" And I ran out.

And then what happened?

And then I was like,
"If it's due on Friday,

I'm not finishing it on
Wednesday, and that's final!"

(sighs, sniffles)

(whimpering)

So, you ran away because your
mom asked you to do your homework?

Yeah.

And Justin's gonna be
at an away game tomorrow

so I won't even get... get to see him!

(crying)

- Okay, give me back my jeans.
- What?

I said, give me back my jeans.

What the hell?

No, you said you were gonna help me.

Yeah, that's when I thought you
were being, like, fiddled with

- by your stepdad or something.
- What?

Do you think your mom wants to
tell you to do your homework?

- I don't know.
- No.

But that's her entire job.
That's her job in the world.

She has a million trillion
things she'd rather be doing.

Things she might want to experience.

Life things she hasn't enjoyed yet.

But she stays and tells
you to do your homework

'cause it's what's fucking good for you.

What do you think your mom's
gonna do when you get home?

I don't know. Hug me, I guess?

Exactly! 'Cause she loves you

more than anything else in the world,

and she knows you're
the most important thing

even if it means being
emotionally abused by a brat

day in and day out, okay?

She'll take care of you forever

even if it means endless, endless pain!

So give me back my jeans!

No, you psycho lady!

Oh, you run, you little harlot.

Run as fast as you can, okay?

But life is gonna chase you,
it's gonna chase after you

with problems you can't even imagine.

And I'd be chasing you, too,

if my vagina wasn't so
busted from having a baby.

So go and just fuck
the shit out of Justin!

Fuck him for me!

That's not how I meant that!

(car engine starts)

(siren blares)

(dispatch chatter)

You okay, ma'am?

Yeah, absolutely.

Do you live near here?

Yeah. Just, like, a
little while that way.

So, uh, what brings you out here
without, uh, pants and shoes?

Oh, um, I had a baby
pretty recently, so.

Mm. Sounds about right.

Well, why don't you get in
the back of the car and I'll

give you a ride home.

I'm really good, but thank you.

(dispatch chatter)

(officer over P.A. system) Just
making sure you're getting home okay.

Just take your time.

(dispatch chatter continues)

(crickets chirping)

I guess it's time for me to
start figuring out what's next.

Any ideas?

A piece of me has always
wanted to go to law school.

(groans) So boring.

- (chuckles)
- No, I mean, it's a start.

It's a start.

It's mostly because I just
love the idea of all the rules.

I fucking love rules.

Maybe you should be a judge.

Hmm.

I have this friend that's
a judge. She is such a gas.

Judge Patricia DeMango. (chuckles)

She goes on five Christian
Mingle dates a week.

- No way.
- Yeah. The spray tan,

big diamond in her upper ear cartilage.

- But she is a really good judge.
- Mm.

(vehicle approaching)

(officer over P.A. system)
You get home safe, now.

HANNAH: Thank you, Officer Schpoont.

Hi.

Hi.

What happened to your pants?

You know, kind of what you'd think.

(train horn blaring in distance)

Thanks.

Where's Grover?

He's upstairs asleep in your room.

We gave him formula,

and he liked it.

Good. Thanks.

(Grover crying)

No, no. Guys, I got it.

I got it.

(crying continues)

(crying)

- Shh.
- (screaming)

Shh.

Shh.

(cries and sputters)

(suckling)

(cooing)

(suckling and cooing)

(cooing continues)

HANNAH: Good.

That's good, Grover.

(suckling)

(Hannah humming Fast
Car by Tracey Chapman)

HANNAH: ♪ You had a fast car ♪

♪ I got a ticket to
get us out of here... ♪

(continues humming)

(Grover cooing)

HANNAH: Okay.

- (whispering) I love you. I love you
- (Grover suckling)

HANNAH: (humming) ♪ ...A
little bit of money ♪

♪ Don't have to go too far... ♪

(cooing continues)

HANNAH: Okay.

It's okay.

(Grover suckling)

♪ Finally found like
I could be someone ♪

♪ Be someone. ♪

(Grover suckling and cooing)