Look (2010): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript

(static buzzing)

- [Narrator] Previously on Look.

(knocking on door)
- Hannah?

- Just a minute!

- Wait, wait.

- Now, let's put 'em on, and dance around,

and jump up and down for the cameras.

And when we cut it together to the music,

it'll be great.

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

with your hair looking like that.



(maracas shaking)

- I need to scan through that tape

and find my god damn phone!

- I need you not to scan through the tape!

I was in the living
room doing my yoga nude!

(moaning)

- I'm going out with Shane tonight.

- Oh my god.

Is tonight the night?

Just do it.

What are you waiting for?

- You know, Courtney,

I have been calling
this office all morning.

So where have you and my husband been?



- I had my own little adventure
to deal with this morning.

(screaming) Oh my god! (screaming)

- Okay, calm down.

- I can't find my little boy anywhere!

- All right, calm down, ma'am, calm down.

(static buzzing)
(deliberative music)

(rock music)

♪ I am getting electrocuted ♪

♪ I am getting my head burned up ♪

♪ I am getting electrocuted ♪

♪ 'Cause I killed all of my neighbors ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ Burn me up, yeah ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ Yesterday I was prosecuted ♪

♪ By a jury of soccer moms ♪

♪ Though I tried so hard to dispute it ♪

♪ They said they don't
want to hear that song ♪

♪ Well, burn me up ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ Burn me up, yeah ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ Burn me up ♪

♪ My family's crying ♪

♪ 'Cause today I'm dying ♪

♪ Today, my head gets electrocuted ♪

♪ My family's crying ♪

♪ 'Cause today I'm dying ♪

♪ Today, my head gets-- ♪

(mumbles)
(rock music)

♪ I am getting electrocuted ♪

♪ 'Cause I killed all of my neighbors ♪

(film scrubbing)

♪ 'Cause I killed all of my neighbors ♪

(film scrubbing)

- Un-fucking-believable, man.

I can't fucking believe this shit!

- I don't know what the
hell you're talking about.

- Look at what Amanda's doing

in the left hand corner of this shot, man.

- Ooh.

(film scrubbing)

(rock music)

♪ I'm getting electrocu-- ♪

Oh, that filthy little fucking bitch.

Come on.

- Am I losing my fucking mind, man?

She feeling up some guy's ass

while I'm pouring out my
soul to the record execs

who didn't even fucking show.

- I told you a million times, man.

The chick's no good.

- That fucking bitch, man!

- Well, at least now you got proof

of what I've been trying to tell you.

You gotta dump the mousy
whore and be done with her.

No, no, don't call.

- What do you mean, man?

She's feeling some guy's
fuckin' ass up at my show.

Of course I'm gonna fuckin' call her.

- No, just text her fuck off.

Better yet, film her with the
cell phone off the monitor

playing grab ass with that dude,

text that to her, then text fuck off.

- Man, I'm not playing
any fucking games, man.

I'm gonna call her on
the fuckin' telephone.

- You're being a pussy again, man.

A real man says fuck off.

He means it and he's done.

♪ I'm getting electrocuted ♪
(Amanda laughing)

- Oh hang on, it's Willie.

Hey Willie, what's up?

- Yes, this is William Gaines.

Do you remember me?

- Willie, why do you sound so weird?

- I don't sound weird, do I?

I feel okay.

I just want to talk to you.

I'm here at the store.

Can you come over?

- Well, I just ordered some
food with Becky and Jen.

Can I come by later?

- Yeah.

Fuck your food and fuck Becky and Jen.

You get your ass over to
the fuckin' store right now

or I'll never talk to you
again, you fuckin' whore!

- Willie's freaking out about something.

I gotta go.

(heavy metal music)

(phone ringing)

- Pink Motel.

Hey, hey, mom.

What's up?

(wheels squeaking)

Did you get my laundry?

(wheels squeaking)

Uh, I doubt it.

Where are you?

(wheels squeaking)

Hang on.

(deliberative music)

No, sorry.

I thought I saw someone.

Yeah, just doodling.

(wheels squeaking)

No.

Enough with the school shit, mom.

Get off my back.

(metal gate clattering)

(deliberative music)

(water splashing)

No, I don't like that fuckin' apple sauce.

I'll talk to you like that.

I'm done.

Fuck.

God damn it, not again.

(film scrubbing)

Dude,

dude, you know you're not
allowed to be in here.

Now get out before I have
to call the cops again.

Aw shit man, you know.

Fuck, man.

Look what you're doing to the pool, man.

You're like a fucking human tea bag!

Get out, you fucking stupid homeless man.

What the fuck?

(water splashing)

What the fuck?

(water splashing)
(suspenseful music)

(moaning)

Help!

(wheels squeaking)

♪ I'm drunk so yeah I'll probably swerve ♪

♪ But my driving is impeccable ♪

♪ My rhyming is-- ♪

(clattering)

♪ Your evening is regrettable ♪

♪ But I'm persuading all these other ♪

(faint speaking)

- Okay.

Exhibit one, my first official
date with Molly Hoffman.

(laughing)

Will he get lucky tonight or won't he?

Only one way to find out.

♪ I got a view so fuck you too ♪

- [Molly] Hey.

- Hey, I'm here.

- [Molly] I know.

Why are you filming yourself in the car?

- [Shane] Oh gosh.

Why you little spy.

- Well, let's see how you like it.

I knew you were pleased with yourself

but I didn't know

you were actually making a
documentary about yourself.

What's it like to have an ego that big?

- Will you shut up and get down here?

We're gonna be late for the movie.

- Nah, I think we should
do the date just like this.

So, tell me about your childhood.

- Very funny.

(Molly laughing)

♪ Contradictory statements ♪

♪ All up in my face ♪

♪ I'll put yours in the pavement ♪

♪ I'm on my grind to make it ♪
- Wow.

♪ Just say it ♪

♪ Okay, you're the greatest ♪

♪ Loving life on a day to day basis ♪

- Will you stop with the camera?

- [Shane] No way.

- Give that to me.

(faint speaking)
(laughing)

No wonder you're obsessed
with shooting yourself.

The camera just loves you.

Can I shoot you all night?

- Yeah.

Turn that thing off.

- [Molly] Oh, now he's suddenly shy.

(laughing)

Look at me.

- Come on, turn that thing off.

For real.

- [Carl] Look, how many times

are you gonna let her
make a chump out of you?

- Leave it alone, Carl.

- I mean, first there was the
ex-boyfriend game designer,

then came the albino looking dude.

And then there was the flamenco dancer.

- I don't want to fuckin' hear it, man.

Just shut up.

- No, I'm not gonna shut up.

I'm not gonna stand here
and watch my best friend

be made a monkey of again
by that stupid little bitch.

I mean, she always cheats on you

and leaves you for some loser

and you take her back every time.

I mean, that's why she has
the balls to feel up some dude

in the middle of your show.

I mean, she knows you're a wuss.

I'm sorry but that's how it is.

- Hurry.

- Chill out.

- You look good.

Stop.
- Okay.

(upbeat music)

♪ I remember the very first time ♪

♪ You put your hand in mine ♪

♪ It was so good from the start ♪

♪ Now here comes the strangest part ♪

♪ I love you with all my heart ♪

♪ You slowly ripped it apart ♪

♪ Then tried to make me stay ♪

♪ I had to run away ♪

♪ 'Cause you live, I learn ♪

♪ We build, you burn ♪

♪ What you did, it hurt ♪

♪ Now it's my turn ♪

♪ Get your ass up out the way ♪

♪ Before I run you straight over ♪

♪ Get your ass up out the way ♪

♪ Your cheating days are all over ♪

♪ Get your ass up out the way ♪

♪ It's over you ♪

(vocalizing)
(upbeat music)

♪ Fairytales, hypnotic days ♪

♪ The glitz and glam are all a game ♪

(people chattering)

♪ Make believe our dreams come true ♪

♪ They're watching me
but I'm watching you ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Center stage, it's my chan-- ♪

♪ My soul to bear but I'm in disguise ♪

♪ I search the crowd to find your eyes ♪

♪ Make me smile ♪

♪ You make me smile ♪

♪ You make me smile ♪

♪ You make me smile ♪

(people chattering)

- Oh yeah!
- What is this?

- You want to see something good?

- What's going on in here?

- Fucking look.

- What?

- [Willie] Oh, this is good right here.

- Willie, what is going on?

- I want to show you a little something.

- What?

- That right there.

How do you like that right there?!

- Willie, what?

He's just a friend.

- Yeah, me and Carl are just friends.

Am I feeling his fuckin'
ass up all the time?

- I was not feeling his ass up, Willie.

(rock music)
(footage scrubbing)

- What do you call that?

Are you looking at that?

- Willie, why were you
even looking at the tapes?

Were you trying to spy on me or something?

- We're putting together
the fucking music video.

We're gonna put the whole
surveillance camera footage

of the concert online.

We're looking for good shots.

But I find you giving this
motherfucker a prostate exam.

- Willie, come on.

It was a friendly butt slap, you know?

Like in baseball or something.

- Like in baseball?

- Yeah.

- Am I a fucking moron?

What the fuck are you talking about?

- Willie, come on.

You are making way too big
a deal out of something

that's just, it's nothing, okay?

It's nothing.

You're just upset about--

- Get away from me, get away from me.

- Willie, you're just upset--

- You're making me into a nut now

like I'm fuckin' seeing shit!

I'm looking right at it.

What are you talking about?

- Willie, I am so

sick of your possessive bullshit.

- My possessive bullshit?

You've left me for three fucking guys

and I got you on tape
feeling up the fourth.

- Oh well, you know what?

It takes two to tango.

Okay, maybe you need to examine

what you're not providing
me in this relationship

that forces me to look elsewhere.

- So it's my fault that
you're a fuckin' cheater?

- Oh, okay, you know what?

I'm out, I'm out.

I'm done.

It's over, okay?
- Okay.

- And this time, for good, okay?

- Uh-huh.

- And good luck trying to be a rock star

smack dab in the golden
age of hip hop, okay?

- Hey, you ain't dumping me, motherfucker.

I'm dumping you.

And rock's making a comeback.

You're just an out of touch bitch.

- Good riddance.

- Fuck you, Carl.

- (chuckling) Wow.

Don't say a fuckin' word, man.

- Hey, could I get a
three pack of condoms?

- What, you gonna fuck Amanda too?

- What?

- Don't mind him.

He's having a bad night.

It's on the house.

- [Shane] Really?

- Yeah.

- Sweet.

Thanks.

(deliberative music)

- Hello.
- How are you?

Look what I brought.

- Oh, you dirty boy.

What do you want to do, make a porno?

Is that what you want to do?

- [Shane] Mm-hmm.

- Don't tell anybody about this.

- [Shane] I won't.

- I mean it, Shane.

Especially that little bitch
girlfriend of yours, Molly.

- She's not my girlfriend.

- Well, she thinks she is.

- Yeah, well she's a fucking idiot.

- What do you expect
from a fuckin' virgin?

Do me a favor.

Make her think you love her
so she can finally get fucked.

She still believes in the
first time being special,

and the one, and all that bullshit.

- Oh yeah, well don't you worry.

Let me work my magic, okay?

Look, enough about that little bitch.

Let's make some porn.

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ That's good ♪

♪ Oh yeah, that's good ♪

♪ You make me want to come ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ That's good ♪

♪ Oh yeah, that's good ♪

♪ You make me want to come ♪

♪ You make me want to come ♪

♪ Make me want to come ♪

♪ Make me want to come ♪

♪ You make me want to come ♪

♪ Make me want to come ♪

♪ Make me want to come ♪

♪ God damn, Jesus Christ ♪

♪ You make me want to come ♪

(rock music)
(vocalist moaning)

(hip hop music)

♪ Living in the eternal ♪

♪ Now brings a crown ♪

♪ That is where my spirit's found ♪

- You're tense.

Stressful day, sweetie?
- You have no idea.

I'm stuck with this
shmuck of a weather man.

Dan, the weather man.

- Dan, the weather man?

My parents love him.

- Exactly.

What about your father's weather man?

Anyway.

Today, we got in this huge
fight about his fuckin' hair.

- It looks stupid, Andy.

I look like a clown out there.

- Isn't that what made you famous,

your wacky sense of humor?

Come on, it's cool, it's cool.

- It's not cool.

You know what my 17-year-old
daughter said I look like?

A tard.

You know what a tard is?

- Yes, Dan, I know what a tard is.

- It's a colloquial abbreviation
for a retarded person.

Oh my god.

It doesn't look cool.

I look like a simpleton.

Andy, look, look.

I know you're trying to help,

but I know how to present myself

and I know what my fans expect.

- Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny,

you only wore it once!

You need to give it a shot.

Give people a chance to get used to it.

- Andy, I'm not wearing my hair like this.

I'm not wearing my hair like this.

I'm sorry, I just can't.

I'm sorry.

Look, you want me to hip up,

I'll, I don't know,

I'll grow a mustache or something.

- A mustache?

Jesus Christ.

And my boss won't let me fire
him for god knows what reason.

I tell you, I am at my wit's
end with this fucking guy.

- Just let it all go.

This room is a stress free zone.

Mercury must be in
retrograde or something.

- Hm?

- Maybe it's a full moon.

Everybody I know has had a shitty ass day.

I've had the worst day of my life.

It's over, thank god.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

My son got last in the mall.

- You got a son?

- [Dancer] Two years old.

Such a little character.

Anyway, I was freaked out of my mind.

I thought he'd been abducted or something.

Yeah, nightmare.

But the mall's security office

was able to look through
all these surveillance tapes

and see what had happened.

He had wandered away from the playground

when I turned my head just for a second.

It was so weird.

He went on his own little adventure.

(deliberative music)

And they had him on all of
these different cameras.

(deliberative music)

He went all over the mall.

(deliberative music)

They were able to see that
he ended up at the pet store

because he just loves animals.

- There you are.

Guys, look in the--

(static crackling)

- Man, we found him, we found him.

Okay.

Okay, guys, meet us over by the fountain.

Over by the fountain,
guys, over by the fountain.

Is that him, ma'am?

(orchestral music)
(faint speaking)

Good job, guys.

(orchestral music)
(faint speaking)

- Let's go get ice cream!

(orchestral music)

- Those security guys at the
mall were so professional.

They found Max in like five minutes.

Thank god for surveillance cameras.

That's all I have to say.

♪ Royal blue, I expand ♪

♪ To overstand I know this man ♪

♪ I move with ease across the sand ♪

♪ It's unknown so I can ♪

♪ Flip a switch, match is lit ♪

♪ I'm humble yet so advanced ♪

♪ 'Cause of what I've come to know ♪

♪ But no, I know no more than ♪

♪ My awareness of the space ♪

♪ From what I want and where I stand ♪

♪ The urge to be more is the advantage ♪

♪ That puts you above humans ♪

♪ Shame on those who froze ♪

♪ And chose to not move at all ♪

♪ Awareness is the fairness ♪

♪ You can choose to see through it all ♪

♪ Living in the eternal ♪

♪ Now brings the crown ♪

♪ That is where my spirit's found ♪

(instrumental music drowning out lyrics)

♪ A wisdom you'll find ♪

♪ That is who you dream about ♪

♪ Whatever the moment ask ♪

♪ I'm gonna complete the task ♪

♪ I move in the present, not the imagine ♪

(accordion flourish)