Girls (2012–2017): Season 6, Episode 6 - Full Disclosure - full transcript

Marnie tries to convince Desi to follow through with their planned gig at her mother's birthday party; Hannah gets advice on an important decision from her father and his new partner; Elijah helps a co-worker run lines for an audition.

How do you feel about
me dressing the salad?

I feel good if you think you can
do it without overdressing it.

I'll probably just, you
know, stick with this.

Perfect.

Um, so I know that this
dinner is because you have some

big news to tell me, and I
don't wanna top your news,

but, um, Ray broke up with me. (sighs)

- Can you believe that?
- Kind of, yeah.

I mean, you're, like, a
horrible cunt to him, so.

I'm sorry, Marnie. It's just this
man drama cycle is so endless.

I can't keep up anymore.



Ray was supposed to break the cycle.

And besides, he was just supposed
to be grateful that I even

wanted to talk to him.

Anyway, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
top your news. So, what do you got?

Well, um...

- I'm pregnant.
- That's very funny.

Not a joke, just what's
going on in my uterus.

Holy fucking shit.

Hannah, how did this happen?

How does anything happen?
I went to the Hamptons.

Yeah, and you decided just to not
use any birth control whatsoever?

I told him to pull out, but you
know I tend to swallow my Ps,

so maybe he thought I said,
"All out." I don't know.

Are you fucking kidding me?



Hannah, the pull-out
method does not work.

I literally know hundreds
of pull-out babies.

You do not know a hundred babies.

Hannah, what are you going to do?

Well, that's the news.

I'm gonna keep it.

- No, you're not.
- Yes, I am.

Stop fucking with me.
You're not gonna have a baby.

I'm gonna have a baby.

I'm into it.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

You're old enough, so, yeah.

And, you know, on the
spectrum of human beings,

you basically have your shit together.

Plus, wouldn't it be kind of great
just to have somebody else to consider?

I can't believe how supportive
you're being. This is a shock.

It kind of makes me want to do it less.

Oh, my God! This is wild.

Okay, I have a million questions.

Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?

No, it's, like, way too early for that,

but if it's not a girl, or like,
the gayest boy in the entire world,

obviously I'm gonna flip the fuck out.

Oh, the father.

Like, is he gonna be
involved? Is he gonna help?

- I'm not telling him.
- He doesn't know?

No, I don't want him to be a part of
the kid's life, so why would I tell him?

Because he's the father
and he deserves to know.

That's a pretty patriarchal,
old-fashioned attitude to have.

You are obviously going
to tell him eventually.

But even if you weren't planning on it,

your baby is gonna grow up to wonder,

like, "Where is my father
and why did he leave us?"

Yeah, and I can worry about that when
she can talk, when she's, like, seven.

And until then, I don't
want to have to trouble him.

He has enough stress with, like,
his, you know, water skiing issues

- and his girlfriend.
- He's a water skier with a girlfriend?

It's my body, okay, and it's my baby,

and I have made the choice
that I am not going to tell him.

Okay, I take back what I said
about you having your shit together

because this is fucking insane.

I knew that you were
gonna try to be controlling

and control the entire way that I
brought my child into this world.

And I probably shouldn't have
even told you until I was in labor.

MARNIE: Oh, my God, this is first
trimester hormones, isn't it?

No!

(music playing)

Okay, so, I thought we would
start with "Whoa, Whoa, Wonderful."

And then I think it would be cool
to go into "Song for Marcus Garvey."

Then I was thinking we'd
do "The Boys at Home."

I ain't singing no war
stories tonight. Uh-uh.

Okay, what about "Coco Kelly Shelly"?

What the fuck did you
just do? That's a rental!

You know what?

(sucks teeth)

I can't do this right now.

I'm feeling really overworked. Sorry.

We haven't done a show in two weeks
and you don't have any other job.

- Yeah.
- What are you working on?

You know what? I've been thinking
about this show for two weeks, okay?

And it's left me totally
fucking drained. I got nothing.

Oh, Jesus Christ, just
get through tonight

and tomorrow night for
Sharva's birthday, and then you

- can go on a well-earned vacation.
- Excuse me.

- You can go on a fucking cruise.
- Time out, Marnie. Excuse me.

What's tomorrow?

My mom's friend's birthday in
New Jersey. We've gone over this.

- Is that a joke?
- Nope.

Fuck! Marnie, I told you
no more bullshit gigs.

- Oh, Jesus.
- No more bullshit gigs!

I'm tired of being exploited.

Exploited?

Rehab let me know that you exploit me.

No, no, no. I see what you're doing.
Do not change the fucking subject.

You're not getting out of this. This
show means way too much to my mom.

And her friendship with Sharva
is pretty much all she's got left.

And by the way, not
that you give a shit,

but we are being paid handsomely
for this and we need the money.

Oh, money. Money!

Yes, the fucking money!
Oh, the money! Oh!

Fuck money! (spits)

Do you honestly think that
I'm, like, dying to perform

at some shitty club in New Jersey

- called "La Vue"?
- I couldn't possibly imagine

what you do or do not want to do.

You used to be a dream come true.

This whole job used to
be a dream come true.

Now it is a bad dream come true.

I cannot believe that
this is my fucking life!

Where the fuck are you going?

Taking five.

You know, maybe kill myself
or something. I'm not sure.

(sighs)

What are you doing today?

Oh, I'm just interviewing this
controversial app creator for "Esquire,"

and then I have dinner
with my dad and Keith.

Oh.

Ah, my friend Carlos is
having a hot dog taco party.

It's not hot dogs and tacos, rather,
he makes the tacos out of hot dogs.

I thought I would go by before my
shift at Bendel's. Do you want to come?

I can't. I'm on deadline for this thing.

Totally. Cool. Um, I just
thought you would really

like those taco dogs.

(laughs)

For the record, uh, I don't think

you're going to be a terrible mother.

You're maybe not gonna be the best, but
you're certainly not gonna be the worst.

I mean, Candy Spelling
is still alive, so.

Well, I wasn't trying to say that
I was gonna, like, win any prizes.

I'm just not gonna,
like, call my kid fat

or let a teacher
massage them or whatever.

Yeah, better than either
of our parents did.

Plus, everybody I know with
great parents is boring as shit.

You're right. Like, remember that
guy Steve I dated freshman year?

He loved his parents so much,
he couldn't even get an erection.

Yeah, see? People with great
parents they name kid "Steve."

Anyway, I just...

I feel badly for what I said.

And I guess if I'm
being honest, I just...

I really liked it when we both didn't
have anything going on in our lives.

What you said really scared me.

You made me feel like this baby
was gonna end our friendship.

I don't want our friendship to end.

I need you in my life. I
need you in my child's life.

I want to be in your child's life.

I just don't think I'm gonna
be a very good influence.

Neither am I, obviously.

(laughs)

But our kid's gonna have great skin
and be the right kind of slutty.

- "Our kid."
- Mm-hmm.

- Love you.
- I love you.

To be clear, I'm not
offering to pay for anything.

- Nothing? Mm.
- No.

(phone chiming)

- Adam will not stop calling me.
- Gross.

What do you want?

- ADAM: Did you watch it?
- No, dude, and I can't.

I don't have time. I'm late for work.

(mouthing words) I love you.

(mouthing words) I love you.

Well, I think you should watch it.

Adam, I don't want to watch it, okay?

Great, you're stalking me now?
That's very three-years-ago.

- I appreciate it.
- I need you to watch the movie, Hannah.

- Why?
- Because it's a movie I made about us.

Like, for us. And for the
world. But mostly for us.

Great, so you expect me to
believe you made anything for me?

- That is very rich.
- Why are you avoiding it so hard?

It's not a big commitment.
It's just under 47 minutes.

I'm avoiding it 'cause I'd
literally rather do anything else.

Like I would prefer to eat my own arm.

But maybe your resistance is telling you

that you actually
need to be watching it.

It's really not.

This is like when everyone was
telling me I had to watch "The Wire."

I didn't want to watch "The Wire."
I don't care about that show.

- Why are you pushing me?
- Because I need you... okay.

Becau... 'cause I need you
to tell me if it's real.

I made a movie about what
we went through, okay?

An... and I need you to
tell me if I got it right.

That my memories are your memories.

You know, did I lie about anything?

I wanna know we felt the same things.

I guarantee you we did not.

Please! I need you to
watch it so I can move on

and do my film festival submissions.

Submit! Submit away, Adam.
Go to Cannes, I don't care.

But I think when you watch
it, you'll be liberated

from what I can say were, for
me, some very painful memories.

Great, our relationship amounted
to very painful memories for you.

- Such soothing information.
- Not the relationship.

The dissolution of a relationship.

Don't you want to stop carrying
around all the baggage of our failures?

I think my film can grant
you that. I know it can.

- It can help you move on.
- I have moved on.

You know you haven't!

Look at yourself! Look
how angry you're getting.

- I'm not angry! I have moved on.
- Well, I don't believe you.

Well, I'm pregnant.

What?

Yeah, Adam. I'm two months pregnant.

No, you're not.

Yes, I am.

Who's the... who's the father? Is it...

Is it Jan's?

No, it's not Fran's.

Okay? It's not important who it is.

I don't know if I want him
to be part of the kid's life.

I might not even tell him.

You can't do that.

Well, I'm doin' it.

Wait, Hannah.

Hannah, will you talk to me, please?

No!

Just for one second!

Fuck.

Yeah, I cannot believe that you got
to rent out La Vue on a Friday night.

Like, that must have cost you a fortune.

Well, let's just say the owner
owed me a favor for fucking him.

- Ah, nice.
- Good Lord.

Oh, Marnie, don't be such a prude.

(laughing)

Yo. We sound checkin' or what?

Yeah, I'm just, um,
waiting on my partner still.

I gotta split. I gotta pick
my girl up from the hospital.

Why don't you just get her an Uber?

He's not here in five minutes, I bounce.

- Wow.
- For very real.

- MARNIE: All right, dude.
- I'll talk to him.

- Yeah, I'll talk to him, too. Aah!
- Mom, that is gross.

Well...

you are basically an hour late.

(scoffs)

Marn...

you're lucky I came at all.

Oh, yes, I'm so grateful that you
showed up to your motherfucking job.

This isn't my job.

I did not sign up for all of this.

Well, you signed a
contract with a record label

and then you opted
to do a tri-state tour,

so I don't really know what you
thought you were signing up for.

(mumbling incoherently)

Desi?

Desi.

(snapping)

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I can't believe I'm in
fucking New Jersey right now.

Did you get any sleep last night?

(groaning)

- What am I doing?
- Oh, my God. Okay.

If you actually care
about being a musician,

I feel like you need to start
showing up places, doing this shit...

I'm not a musician, Bella.

You're not?

Never have been.

Just acting like one.

Before that, I was just
acting like being an actor.

Before that, I was just acting like

being a big game photographer.

I'm always acting like I'm
something, but now I'm, like...

done.

What happened to you?

So gorgeous. You've gotta get down here
and see his biceps. It's unbelievable.

What's wrong with you?

- Let's do this.
- Let me call you back.

- No, no, no. What's...
- Hey...

- What is your problem?
- Mmm...

Oh...

He is really high.

Are you fucking high?

- Marnie, you should really know
- Oh, fucking Christ!

what a high person looks like by now.

Oh, God. I-I-I can't believe
you married that jerk.

Oh, my God, Mom. I married that jerk
because of the way you raised me.

Uh, what are you talking about?

Everything you ever did was for a man.

You realize you basically
pushed me to get married, right?

Because the only thing that ever
mattered in our fucking household

- was male approval. And now I
- Wha...

find myself on the
wrong side of my 20s...

- Oh. Aww.
- without a stead job or a relationship.

And Hannah is having a baby and
I will need to be there for her.

And you two are
preventing me from becoming

the godmother that I need to be.

Hannah's having a baby?

Yeah.

(scoffs) That's a mistake.

HANNAH: I just kind of think
it's, like, a lose-lose, okay?

If I tell him and he doesn't want
to be part of the child's life,

he's just gonna feel this, like,
undue burden of having a child.

And if I tell him and he does,
then what I am I gonna do?

'Cause I don't wanna
sound classist or whatever,

but I'm not raising my child half
the year on an all-inclusive resort.

I'm just gonna, like, treat
him like a sperm donor, okay?

And sperm donors
traditionally are not told.

Yeah, that's a good point.

Well, you know, as someone
who was a sperm donor,

I can tell you I certainly did want
to be a part of that child's life.

Do you have a kid, Keith?

Sadly, no, Hannah.

You know, my lesbian
friends, Aminy and Roni...

(stammering) you met them,
Tad, the pot roast people.

- Pot roast.
- Ah...

they wanted to use my sperm,
but it didn't work out.

Anyway, after they started trying,

they told me they didn't
want to tell the child

that I was the father, and
it was extremely upsetting.

I mean, that person would
have been a part of my life.

But, honey, this story is different.

The man Hannah lay with wasn't having
sex with the intent to make a child.

Nothing about his life projects
the idea that he wants a child.

Well, it still doesn't change the
fact that the child will be his.

Hannah's already decided. It's her body.

And I think we all need to do
exactly what we feel is right for us.

I clearly learned that
lesson the hard way.

Oh, well, come on, you can't...
you can't equate what Hannah's doing

with your lifetime
denial of being a gay man.

- They both involve personal freedom.
- You guys don't have to get

- worked up about...
- Well, look at it this way,

as a mother, Hannah has to
decide what's best for the baby.

And not telling the father
is what she's decided is best.

Are you going to tell every
mother how to raise their child?

I just don't think she has enough
information to make a fair decision.

She doesn't know who this
guy is, what he wants.

I mean, I have a pretty good
sense of who he is. He wears, like,

a puka shell necklace and his
days off are Thursday and Tuesday.

Your mother tells me you're the next
Jennifer Lopez minus the acting chops.

Yeah, that's exactly how I
want people to describe me.

I was in a ska band when I was your age.

- Mm.
- It was the time of my life.

- So fun.
- And then guess what.

- What?
- It got even better.

(laughing)

Anyway, for me, like, being
in a band is mostly stressful

because, like, it's my only livelihood.

Totally. I remember when we were touring

- with the Fugees,
- EVIE: Mm!

I was so messed up, I got on

- the wrong bus
- Yes!

and had to hitchhike through Hungary.

- Wait, uh...
- It can get stressful for sure.

You toured with the Fugees?

- Just for a year.
- Yeah, she dated Pras.

Wow, sounds like you got
a lot further than I have.

Well, if you're half as good as
your mother says, you'll get there.

I'm excited to hear your sound.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm bummed it can't
be tonight, but maybe some other time.

We have some other gigs, maybe, soon.

- What?
- Oh, you haven't heard.

My musical counterpart

overdosed on some kind
of, like, heavy narcotic.

I don't know. Anyway, I can't
really do it without him.

She's kidding. You know,
like, rock 'n' roll humor.

Aah!

- Um, ah, so, listen, um...
- No, I'm not...

why don't I help you set up? I think
it's about time to... yeah, let's go.

- You're not wearing a watch.
- Well, I know what time it is.

Listen to me.

I convinced Sharva to
book you over JC Chasez,

so you have to perform.

No, Mom, I'm sorry.
There's nothing I can do.

Desi's completely incapacitated.
I'm bummed out, too.

Um... holy shit!

I can do this!

- What?
- I know enough of your chords.

I've memorized all the lyrics,
so I can back you up, Marnie!

- Fuck, no.
- Oh, no. Fuck, yes!

Why the fuck do we
stay open till 10:00 PM?

Anyone who's buying leather gloves after
6:00 is clearly a goddamn murderer.

I know. And I have an audition
at 9:00 in the morning.

Actually, since we're stuck here,

would you run lines with me? Just
once through to make sure I know it.

Fine.

You're Dustin because
I'm Lavinia, obviously.

Okay.

Oh, dark.

Okay.

So, you walk in
shell-shocked. And... go.

Lavinia?

Lavinia, are you home?

Dinner's almost ready.

Dustin?

Is something wrong?

It was so dark, I didn't...

I didn't see her. I... She
just... she came out of nowhere.

Dustin, what's going on?

There was a little girl...

Well, what? Tell me what
happened! What did you do?

I hit her.

I turned the corner and... and...
and she... and she was just there.

- I don't... I don't know.
- Well, is she all right?

I panicked. I was so...
I was so close. I... I c...

I was so close to home. I couldn't
focus, so I... so I just came here.

You ran? You hit a little girl and ran?

I couldn't stay! I stopped by a bar.

After work.

I had one drink, but maybe...

- Maybe it was strong? I don't...
- Well, is she dead?

- Did I get that line right?
- Yeah.

Dustin, did you kill her?

I don't know!

Well, what were you doing at a bar?

I was there to meet a woman.

(gasps) What?

(sighs)

My whole life...

My whole life is...

is gone.

I had one bad moment and...

now it's gone.

(scoffs)

Jesus, man, you're fucking good.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, when you do the "And what?"

do it here,

but don't do it here.

- Do you know what I mean? Like...
- Um...

Like to say it, but don't say it.

(knocking)

Hello?

JESSA: It's me.

Fuck.

You're pregnant?

Yeah, and I also have a lot of
work to do, so I can't really...

Can I come in?

Fine.

I'm hurt.

It's just really fucking
sad to hear it from Adam.

Well, if it makes you feel any better,
I really didn't want to tell him.

He was just following me down my block.

Why didn't you call me?

Do I really have to answer
that question for you, Jessa?

(sighs)

All right, Hannah.

(clears throat)

Listen...

regardless of everything that happened,

you are still my dear friend.

I can try and forget about
you. It just doesn't work.

Will you please be quiet?

I mean, come on. Your "dear friend"?

We haven't acted like
friends in a long time.

In fact, maybe not ever. I don't
think we ever acted like real friends.

Seriously, Hannah?

You can't just detach
yourself from a relationship.

Unless you're some kind of...

psychopath.

Well, maybe you're a psychopath
for just coming over here.

You know, and how are
you gonna be a therapist

if you can't even figure out
what's going on in your own life,

which is that I clearly
didn't tell you for a reason,

which is that I don't
care what you think.

And I don't care about your feelings

'cause I don't really care
about you anymore, Jessa.

Okay. All right, so...

how's this gonna work,
then? What's the plan?

So I'm just gonna leave here

and then you and I are
gonna figure out some way

that we don't ever see each
other again. That's the plan, huh?

So, bye.

Bye.

And for the record,

I am a sociopath.

But you are a fucking psychopath,

and it's so much worse.

Everything that we
did together happened,

whether you want to believe it or not.

Whether you want to remember it or not.

And I am here and I know you.

You can't just erase people.

You can't just erase me.

That's not how it works.

I don't care anymore.

JESSA: Rest in peace.

- ♪ And I don't overthink it ♪
- _

♪ Get what I want and I do it my way ♪

♪ I never try too hard,
I'm so awesome... ♪

Can you cut it?

(music stops)

What the F, Bruce?

Um... check, check. Check on the one.

- Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
- MARNIE: Okay.

We are the Michaels Sisters!

(laughs) And, um...

we are gonna do a little set gig

for one of my very best friends...

Sharva Pontemucci.

I did not know what a good time
was until you came into my life.

I just wanna say that I am...

so happy to be a part of your...

party rock crew.

So, everyone, let's wish

the sassy Sharva

the happiest of babely birthdays!

(cheering)

Okay, here we go. On my count.

(mouthing words) Enjoy it.

EVIE: One, two,

three, song.

(playing)

♪ I don't wanna dream if
dreaming is without you ♪

♪ I don't wanna run unless
I'm running towards you ♪

♪ Every single thing
I do is all about you ♪

♪ Every thought I have, I'm
thinking what you might do ♪

♪ I can't pretend that I'm fine ♪

♪ Without you anymore 'cause... ♪

(scatting)

(guttural scatting)

(scatting continues)

Mom.

♪ Plop, plop ♪

♪ Beep, beep... ♪

(groans)

Adios, Marn.

(grunting)

ELIJAH: I mean, (sighs)

even if you're amazing at something,

that doesn't necessarily mean
that you should do it, right?

And if I'm saying that I'm a
Broadway-caliber actor, shouldn't I

only be auditioning for things
that would take place on Broadway?

I mean, the only reason
I would actually do it

is because it would be,
like, a favor to Padgett,

because Padgett was like, "Oh, Elijah,

ah, you reinvented the form.

I can't imagine this part being
even played by anyone else.

I-I-I feel like you're the
only one who could do it.

It's probably not even gonna
happen if you don't say yes."

So, I was like, "Jesus,
Padgett, calm down. Like,

yes, I'll maybe think about it,

but I just don't know if it's the
best use of my time right now."

And, plus, I'm a little on the
fence with her commitment...

But it's veggie patty night.

Who are we if we don't
stick to our commitments?

(line ringing)

WOMAN'S VOICE: Poseidon Caribbean
Paradise. How can I direct your call?

Yeah, um, I'm looking
for, ah, Paul-Louis.

I believe he's the head of the
water skiing, ah, department.

WOMAN: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm
remote. I'm just an operator.

You know what? I'm just gonna try you
back. Don't even... just forget it.

(keyboard clicking)

_

_

- (moaning)
- Oh, fuck!

- Your pussy's too tight.
- (grunts) You have to fix it.

We have to fix it with your cock.

(both panting, grunting)

Great, it's porno.

(panting slowing)

MIRA: Jesus.

(panting)

You make me feel so good.

I think you make me feel too good.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Well, maybe it is.

Why?

ADAM: I break things, Mira.

That's what I do.

It's why I avoided you for so long,
'cause I didn't wanna break you.

(exhales)

But this, now...

so perfect, it scares me a little.

MIRA: The only time
I've ever felt perfect

is when I'm with you, and
you're telling me I'm perfect.

I wish we could stay right here

- forever.
- Mm.

That's a nice idea.

(Adam sighs)

But I don't wanna get a UTI...

(Adam chuckles)

so, I'll be heading to the bathroom now.

Bed's getting cold.

♪ I got your honey, baby ♪

♪ Every color in every shade ♪

♪ All the swirly patterns they make ♪

♪ It's like emeralds on the pavement ♪

♪ Heart of some kind of
flower, stuck in glittering ♪

- ♪ strands of saliva... ♪
- (bell rings)

I'm calling the police.

What? Why?

Look at you.

You have no self-control,
eating right from the bin.

It was one almond.

I am sick and fucking tired

of everyone acting like
unrefined sugar isn't sugar.

It's the exact same fucking thing.

_

You a writer?

Uh, sort of. I'm trying to be.

MIRA: Ow!

ADAM: Good.

What?!

If it hurts, you'll always remember.

Okay.

♪ In the waves ♪

♪ Sets on the water ♪

♪ Down in the deep, baby ♪

♪ The current is stronger ♪

♪ Ooh, it's stronger ♪

♪ No, you're not gonna
get what you need ♪

♪ But, baby, I have what you want ♪