Look (2010): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript

(buzzing)

- Previously on Look.

- I work very hard for my money.

I'm not just going to give
it away so you can buy crack.

- Hey, we really liked
your concert by the way,

the other night.

- Yeah, it was cool.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Do you wanna get killed?

- Your Cokes.

- My mother called yesterday.



- Her mom didn't do her any favors

by opting to abandon us the
way she did with that logger.

- I don't care if she
has to say them, bitch.

- I look like I stuck my
finger in a light socket.

It's all spiky.

- You look ten years younger already.

Own it.

(maracas shaking)

- Drop those.

I think it's the--

(screaming)

Shut your fucking mouth.

(static buzzing)
(spooky music)

(funky music)



♪ In bed I leave 'em shook
see ♪ ♪ Ain't no rookie ♪

♪ Dikes take notes from
me on eatin' pussy ♪

♪ Work the clit up leave 'em
all with they face lit up ♪

♪ My first time so nervous
I almost didn't get up ♪

♪ Now I'm a master I've come a long way ♪

♪ Any chicken get this nine
inch dick in a long way ♪

♪ Well she's cum three times
I still be a long way ♪

♪ On the stair floor tub
erupt in the hallway ♪

♪ I leave high pleasure's
a sensation you know ♪

♪ Good with that clitoral manipulation ♪

♪ Wannabe pimp niggers game is the same ♪

♪ But a true goddess I
know that shit's lame ♪

♪ No stimuli y'all just more reactors ♪

♪ Mine comes first kitty
comes shortly after ♪

♪ Thigh home mental next
son you don't forget that ♪

♪ Last week I met your girl
and yesterday I hit that ♪

♪ Have to play right
to make music with me ♪

♪ It takes a real tune to hear my melody ♪

♪ Find the right key to
run up straight my needs ♪

♪ If you want to make this music with me ♪

♪ God damn she fine that
ain't no lower dame ♪

♪ But look who she's with
the Hunchback of Notre Dame ♪

♪ Foolish mortals think I repel feminine ♪

♪ I could never get one
so fine and genuine ♪

♪ Surprise myself didn't
think this would work though ♪

♪ Was this more times by
women and Steve Urkel. ♪

♪ But the whole of my life
good vibe and honestly ♪

♪ Good looks and do it don't astonish me ♪

♪ Believe me baby ooh this attraction ♪

♪ Has nothing to do with me
here in nigga's bathroom ♪

♪ What I thought next
were me and those E cups ♪

♪ And mad orgasms blowing
the motherfucking screen up ♪

♪ Girl you know sex is a
right brain activity damn ♪

♪ Can we do a little bit of
right brain activity sure ♪

♪ Mano a mano what I'm
giving you you giving me ♪

(knocking on door)
- Hello.

- Just a minute.

Don't you dare say anything
to Molly about this.

She's very uptight.

See you in school.

- Wait, wait.

- [Dan] Can I come in?

- [Girl] What's your problem?

- [Dan] I was just wondering

if you saw the broadcast tonight.

I wanted to show you something.

- Fine, of course I didn't
watch the broadcast.

Like, what do you expect me--

(chuckling)

What the hell is wrong with your head?

- This is my new hip do.

You likey?

Ew?

Yes.

Hip?

No.

There's absolutely
nothing hip about that do.

- Seriously?

- Dad, please tell me you didn't go on TV

with your hair looking like that.

♪ Take out your sunblock
put on your big hat ♪

♪ The weather's gonna be so hot ♪

- Thank god no one under
30 watches the weather

otherwise I'd never hear the
end of it at school tomorrow.

- (groans) God dammit.

I told 'em I was gonna look like an idiot.

That Andy almost had me
convinced it was cool.

- Cool?

That is not cool.
(groaning)

It looks like you've
been hanging upside down

for about a month.

- (sighs) Crap.

What are you up to?

- I'm doing some homework so
I can get out of your place.

- Homework?

Wow, that's great.

What subject?

Can I help you?

- No.

- Hey, cut me a little slack here.

I'm trying, right?

Remember when we used to talk, you and I?

Like two people.

Don't you miss talking about stuff?

You seem to go between one of two moods.

You're either pissed or angry.

- I know something we can talk about.

You giving me my credit card back.

- Right.

(smacks lips)
(sucks teeth)

Good night.

(sighs)

(traffic humming)

(smooching and moaning)

- What are you doing?

- Do you really need me to
explain it to you, really?

Just relax.

- What do you mean?

There's fucking cameras everywhere here.

- Willis, nobody watches

those tapes.
- Willie, Willie!

Did you pull that
surveillance footage yet?

- Man, your fucking timing eats shit, man.

- Oops.
(girl giggling)

Anyways, did you pull that
surveillance footage yet or what?

- Not yet, why?

- Because look.

(laughing)

- What the fuck is all this shit?

- My buddy, Omar.

He works at that big
Hollywood costume shop.

I told him I'm directing your music video

and he told me we could borrow this shit

for a couple of hours for free

before it goes to the cleaners.

I mean, this is production value.

- Who said you were the director?

- Fuck you.

Now let's put 'em on and dance around

and jump up and down for the cameras

and when we cut it
together with the music,

it'll be great.

- Sounds pretty fucking stupid, man.

- I don't think it sounds stupid.

I think it sounds funny.

Come on, Willie, don't
take yourself so seriously.

- (sighs) Okay.

Fuck it, yeah.

Yeah, it sounds pretty good.

- It's a pretty good idea.

It's a good idea when it's her idea.

Meanwhile, your uncle
Carl is busting his head.

I mean, where's the love?

(crowd murmuring)

(light music)

♪ When I still fall first time ♪

♪ I peel back these blisters
and rub them with rum ♪

♪ Whispering my lullabies ♪

♪ Pretending those words were not mine ♪

♪ Is it a bit much to ask ♪

♪ For the snow to come
down and cover my track ♪

♪ After the silence was fallen ♪

♪ The amateur marriage
still rests on my tongue ♪

♪ Of the rise and the fall ♪

♪ I can sing songs capturing you all ♪

♪ But I won't sing to you again ♪

♪ 'Cause you're not listening ♪

(cart squeaking)

(cart squeaking and rattling)

(light music)

♪ When I still fall first time ♪

♪ I peel these blisters
and rub them with rum ♪

♪ Whispering my lullabies ♪

♪ Pretending those those
words were not mine ♪

- Honey.

(cartoon moaning)

Where's my phone?

- How do I know where
you leave your phone?

- I know exactly where I left my phone.

I left it right there on the
end table and now it's gone.

- Well, maybe it's in your briefcase.

- No, it's not in my briefcase.

I got my whole life in that thing

and I already looked there.

- Maybe Fig took it.

- Ah yes, of course.

Our four-legged, little Robin Hood.

Hey Figgy, buddy. Where
did you hide my phone?

Did you hide my phone?

Okay. We're gonna take--
- W-w-what are you doing?

That thing's off.

- No it's not.

I turned it back on.

- No, no, no, I turned
it off the other day.

- Yeah, I know, and I turned it back on

just in case of this kind of emergency.

(sniffing)
(groaning)

(grunting)

- Ah!

(grunting)

What is the matter with you?
- My phone and I took it--

- Stop scanning through that tape!

- Stella, I need to find my phone.

I'm due in court in half an hour.

- Well I need you to take the
boys to school this morning.

I will find your phone
and I'll bring it to you.

- I can't take the boys to school.

You know that.

That's your job.

- Oh, is that how it goes, huh?

I see, my job is the cooking, the cleaning

and the taking the kids to school

and your job is carrying
your briefcase to court,

three-hour martini lunches and
coming home late every night?

Huh? Since when did our
marriage become a, what,

a 1950s sitcom?

- Stella, please, okay?

Are we really gonna go
through this right now

in front of the boys?
What, we don't have

any secrets in this family.
- Stella.

- Do we?

I don't have any secrets.
- Stella please, stop it.

- Do you have any secrets?
- What?

- Yeah, maybe Courtney has your phone, hm?

She's got everything else of yours.

Your schedule, our bank
passwords, your balls.

- Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, fine.

Okay, that's fine, we will
go through this right now.

Alright, a 1950s sitcom, huh?

But you know what?

I bet that Mrs. Cleaver
didn't have a full time nanny,

a full time maid, a gardener, a pool boy

and oh, a psychic who
cost me $250 an hour,

three times a week.

And you know, the funny
thing about that is,

she's never been right once!
- Oh, she was right once.

The time that she told me not to marry you

because you've got unresolved
anger issues with your mother.

- Oh please, leave my mother
out of this, all right?

Not to mention the army of beauticians,

a masseuse and oh, a
shrink every other day.

And here's another little query,

you keep getting crazier,
it doesn't seem to help,

and I haven't been able to
figure that one out yet.

Plus the fact I don't think

that you have cooked one single meal

since before we were married.

Cooking and cleaning my ass.

We eat out every single night.

- Well maybe when you're not
having late-night dinners

with your new slut of a secretary.

You are so lucky I'm not the jealous type.

Otherwise I would go down to your office

and I would slap that little
slut of a secretary, Courtney,

in her fat fucking face.
(laughing)

- Not the jealous type?

You?

You, not the jealous type?

Are you being serious?

You've gotta be kidding me.

From the second that I hired her,

you haven't stopped talking about her.

You're obsessed, Stella, and
you really, really, really

need to get over it, okay?

'Cause there are women in this world

under the age of 30, Stella.
- Please.

Me jealous of her?

That silly little bitch?

All I know is that how dumb you are

around gold-digging,
conniving bitches like that.

I mean, you are so clueless
when it comes to women.

You wouldn't know you were being played

if she had the word homewrecker tattooed

across her forehead.
- All right, that's terrific.

You know what?

Homewrecker, your little paranoia is

way outta control.
- Oh, that's great.

That's rich.
- I don't need to stick

around and listen

to this shit, okay?
- Why don' you just run off

right when it's hitting home?

That's so typical.
- You know what, Stella?

I need to scan through that
tape and find my god damn phone!

- I need you not to scan through the tape.

How many different ways
do I have to spell it out

for your thick, cinder block of a head?

- The fuck are you talking about?

- Yesterday afternoon,
I was in the living room

doing my yoga nude!

(boys gigging)

Okay, now everybody knows.

I was naked.

Yes, mommy was naked.

And maybe, maybe, just
maybe I don't want our sons

to see a big shot of my spread asshole

right on our 52 inch,
wide-screen television

first thing in the fucking morning

before fucking school!

Oh, but unless you wanna
give Orpheus and Balthazar

a gynecological education,
well then you know what?

Then go ahead, fine.

Let's go ahead and just

scan the tape.
- You know what, Stella?

I get it.

- No, let's scan the tape.
- Why didn't you just say so?

- Let's scan the tape!
- Stella, please!

- Scan the fucking tape!

- Stop it Stella.
- No, please.

Come on boys, we're all
gonna watch mommy's asshole.

Come on--
- Stop it!

Gimme that fucking thing.

Calm the fuck down.

I get it.

Okay?

Now find my fucking phone.

Bring it by in the fucking office

and do not be rude to Courtney.

- [Cartoon] It's nothing but
horrible uncontrolled violence.

- Hey guys.

I'm sorry.

I'm really, really sorry, okay guys?

I love you very, very much.

This is just the way people
talk to each other sometimes

when they're mommies and daddies.

Not a big deal.

I love you.

Okay?

I'll see you real soon.

Be good boys, now.

Okay?

(cartoon babbling)

- Attention students and faculty.

- Ew.

- Oh, shit.

(screaming)

Oh my god!

(screaming) Help!

Help, help!

(car alarm blaring)

(cart squeaking and rattling)

(light music)

(locker latch rattling)

(gagging and retching)

(vomit splashing)

- [Hannah] Gotta admit though,
those donuts were worth it.

(spitting)
- [Molly] Mm-hm.

Do my boobs look okay?

- Damn, you again.

What, are you stalking us?

You a dike or something?

- No.

- Then what the fuck

do you want?
(laughing)

- I gotta pee.

- Oh, not in our bathroom, you don't.

Mm-mm.

- But I gotta go.

The other nearest bathroom
is in the north wing.

- Tough titties.

I guess you're just gonna have
to pee your granny panties.

- Oh, Hannah, just let her be.

- Um, hm.

You know what they do
to little sluts like you

in the ladies' lock-up?

They rape you with a hairbrush.

Molly, grab her arms.

(laughing)
- What a fucking pussy.

- That was hilarious.
- Cry about it, Jesus Christ.

- So I'm going out with Shane tonight.

- Oh my god!

Is tonight the night?

- Is tonight what night?

- Is tonight the night my
little Molly becomes a woman?

- Hanna, god, no.

- Well why not?

- Because it's only our second date.

- And?

- And I'm just not ready yet.

- (scoffs) Molly, just do it.

What are you waiting for?

Should we make it a three-way
and I'll walk you through it?

- Ew.

You'd like that, you perv.

- I'll just help guide it in.

- Are you trying to make me puke again?

- Oh, my god, did I tell you?

I can make myself puke
without using my fingers now.

- So jealous.
- Yep.

(buzzing)
(suspenseful music)

(atm beeping)

(cash dispenser whirring)

(static buzzing)

(printer clicking)
(people chattering)

(film whizzing)

(bell dinging)

(sniffing)

(electricity buzzing)

- What the fuck?

(emergency lights humming)

Oh fuck.

(static buzzing)
(elevator motor whirring)

It's about fucking time!

(sighs)

- Oh hello, Mrs. Cooper.
- Yeah, hi.

You know what, Courtney, I've been stuck

in that god damn elevator for
the past 15 fucking minutes.

I've been pushing that little
alarm button like an idiot.

What is wrong with this building?

(phone beeping)
- It's not just the building,

it's another one of
those rolling blackouts.

I'm so sorry.

Everything was dead.

- Well I could think of a
couple people I'd like dead.

You know, Courtney, I've
been calling this office

all morning on and on.

You know what I get?

Voicemail.

So where have you and my husband been?

- Mr. Cooper's still in court

and I had my own little
adventure to deal with.

(screaming)

Oh my god!

I found a homeless man
sleeping in my car this morning

and had to get it towed to the car wash.

(chuckling) I couldn't even get into it.

You should have smelled the human feces.

- You know, Courtney,
that a fascinating story

and I really wish I had more time

to drink in every sordid detail

of your meaningless escapades

but some of us have more
important things to do

than getting stuck in fucking elevators

and listen to the constant
drabble of some mental midget

that just goes on and on
and on with no end in sight.

Could you possibly give
this phone to my husband?

Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

(camera clanking and whirring)

- God damn, I'm blowing it.

(clicks tongue) Is this
really Zellweger fur?

- I don't think so.

I don't think Renee
Zellweger would actually

do something like that.

- Renee Zellweger.

- What?
(laughing)

- You can see her underwear tag.

(laughing)

- Bitch ain't never been
to a nude beach. (laughing)

- It's like a newborn chicken.

(chuckling)

(people chattering)

- No, I'm serious.

What the fuck?

- Fucking--
- Whoa, whoa-whoa.

Whoa-whoa, stop, stop, stop.

Stop, stop that.

Everybody time out, right-right.

Which one of you got here first?

- I fucking got here first.
- I fucking got here first.

- I've got a 522, 522 food court.

- Hey, hey!

What'd I tell you two, huh?

Didn't I tell you that this is not a toy?

This is for kids so get off there.

Now next time, I'm not gonna kick you out.

I will detain you.

Stop smiling,

little smart-ass.
- Sorry.

- Get outta here.

Move!

Call the police on you the next time.

(sighs) Jesus Christ.

- Excuse me, please help me,
I can't find my little boy.

- Okay calm down.

- I can't find my

little boy anywhere.
- okay, mam, alright.

Calm down, mam, calm down.

Tell 'em exactly what does he look like,

what was he wearing?

- He was blue jeans and a blue tee shirt

and his name is Max.
- Max, okay.

- He's got brown hair, brown eyes.

- Don't worry about it, we'll
find him. Come with me okay?

Come with me.
- Okay, okay.

He's only two years old.
- Guys, we have

a missing child.

We have a missing child reported.

Dark hair, brown eyes, named Max.

- Oh.

Officers on route.

Go ahead guys.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

We're on it, we're on it, we're on it.

(suspenseful music)
- What?

Oh, copy that, copy that.

- I'm gonna search for this
little asshole right here.

(camera whirring and clicking)

That's him?

No, no.

(coughing)

♪ The town is flooded
with a festival today ♪

♪ They're towing cars you
gotta park where it's okay ♪

♪ I found a spot along the
beach where it's free ♪

♪ I took a seat and saw
a shadow on the sea ♪

♪ A bum is fishing next to me ♪

♪ I saw him in a documentary ♪

♪ His pipe is full of skunky weed ♪

♪ And he's got dogs around his feet ♪

(triumphant fanfare)