Love Life (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Episode #2.8 - full transcript

[ambient music]

- I'm glad I got all of you
here today.

narrator: Marcus had suffered
through breakups before,

but he had always
instigated them,

even if only
through subterfuge.

This time around,
he'd been resoundingly

and inexplicably dumped.

- But if it does,
you got three options:

run, hide, or fight.

Now if you choose to run,
do not stall.

Looking for your phone
could cost you your life.

Now, if you find yourself
in a situation

where you gotta fight,

you're gonna want
to grab anything--

and I mean anything--

that can be used as a weapon,

You--what are you gonna grab?
Think fast.

- Uh, a hot pot of coffee.

- Good.
You, name another weapon.

- Uh, mini fridge,
butcher knife,

my PEN America award.

- And you.

Hey, with the phone?

What are you gonna use
as a weapon, huh?

Come on,
I got a gun pointed at you.

- Okay, well,
I-I would like to shoot him.


I'd like to shoot myself
right now, you know?

Or you.

Love to shoot you.

And Jenna, come on,
a hot pot of coffee?

Someone's coming at you
with a gun,

you gonna throw
a hot pot of coffee on him?

You know that's gonna
piss them off more, right?

- W--I'm sorry
for taking this seriously.

- You know, and what good
is running and hiding

when you're getting shot at?

Bullets are faster
than legs, right?

I mean, come on science,
you know?

Everybody's catching bullets.
You gonna catch a bullet.

I'm catching a bullet.
You're catching a bullet.

- Marcus.
- What?

- You're scaring me.

Okay, he's scaring me.

- You're scaring her.

[light electronic music]

- This breakup is
messing you up, man.

So wait, you're not
allowed back in the office?

- No, I'm allowed
in the office.

I'm just taking a voluntary
two-week leave.

- Oh, yeah, good, good.

- Yeah, man, seriously.

- Yo,
can you put that shit away?

Ah, bro, you got to protect
your mental, fam.

You will fucking go crazy
looking at that shit.

Am I right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, 100%.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- Yeah, I think
I'm gonna get the oysters or--

- You're gonna share
the fucking oysters.

- Bro, enough, enough, enough.

- No, Yogi's right.
It's not healthy.

You need, like,
a digital detox.

- Mm-hmm. For real.

- Nah, you know what I need?
I need some fresh air.

- That's a good idea, yeah.

You know, work on some, like,
mental health stuff.

You know?

- I got an idea.
- What?

- Atlantic City.

- I was--
I was thinking something

a little bit more low-key,
you know?

Like, maybe just
go chill in the forest.

Like, just go fishing,

stare at the stars.

- Yes, camping.

Yeah, Tina owe me anyway.

Took her to get her nails
done last week

and they gave me
a pedicure too, right?

There's like fish that eat
the shit off your feet, right?

But I didn't know that.
I was stepping on

them mother fuckers,
you know what I'm saying?

'Cause they didn't tell me
they would give me a fish one.

Killed like seven fish.
The guy was like,

"Oh you gotta pay.
8 bucks a fish."

- What are we talking
about right now?

- When you go to the place
they, like--

- We're talking about Marcus
right now--

- I'm saying--
- What the fuck you talking

about fish on your feet for?

- I need this shit, bro.
I'ma fucking snap

like Christopher Dorner
over here.


I'm camping. I'm in for sure.

- Yeah?
- Yes, I'm in.

- Kian, you in?
- Uh...

- All right, yeah, no, if--
if you're busy,

don't worry about it.
- Your ass is coming.

I don't wanna
hear nothing else, bro.

- Yeah, all right.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll come.

Yeah, let's do this.
Let's get it on.

- Let's get fucked up.


[smooth electronic music]

♪ ♪

- Bro, tropical Swishers?

- Whoa, whoa, bro.

Watch your tone, okay?
Only God can judge.

These bitches hit
like a smoothie, trust me.

- Yeah, I know. Let me hit
that shit when you're done.

- Whoa, there's no smoking
in the car.

- What?

- This is a vintage
fourth-generation Ford Bronco

that I have customized, okay?

- I don't know why
we in this bitch anyway.

Who picking up two Black dudes
in a Ford Bronco?

- Oh, come on, no one even
makes that association anymore.

- You sure?

- Uh, they might, they might.

Well, next time we'll go
in your Honda Odyssey.

How does that sound?
- Damn, that's a low blow.

I have a family, bro.
- All right.

- That I do not give a fuck
about this weekend.

Ha, ha! Yeah.

What you think
about this right here.

- Why do you have those
little bottles?

- Man, you know what
remind me of my childhood?

When you little,
these a fifth!

After school,
"Power Rangers"--bam.

Two of these--"BeetleBorgs."

- That is the darkest shit
I've ever heard in my life.

- Turned out good, man. Here.

- Man, this is, uh--

this is Mia's favorite vodka.

- Marcus, please.

no Mia this weekend, bro.

- Right, right, right--
- You just drink, man.

You too, man. Here.

- No, dude, I'm driving.

- Man, it's vacation.

- Bro, I know it's vacation.

I'm the one
who brought the shrooms.

- In the form
of a chocolate bar.

Wow, hardcore.

- That's right, baby.
Got 'em from Amsterdam.

They gonna get you
so fucked up,

you'll be seeing fucking...


- Flies?
- Flies?

- You know what I mean. Like--
- All right.

play some music in this bitch.

Who phone is this?
- Oh, that's my phone.

No, no, no, no. I don't--
uh, no.

That's my phone, yeah.

And my phone doesn't have
any, um,

good tunes on it.

- No good tunes? What is it,
a fucking iPod shuffle?

- All right. It's all right.
I-I-I'll play mine.

- See, my man got a phone.

- Y'all into freak folk?

- Freak folk?

[Vashti Bunyan song plays]

- ♪ I'd like to walk around ♪

♪ In your mind someday ♪

- What is this,
like, Amish R&B?

- ♪ I'd like to walk
all over ♪

- No shit, boy,
this shit sound like

somebody about to
milk a bull or some shit.

Like, y'all hear this shit?

- ♪ I'd like to run and jump ♪

- It's not bad.

- ♪ On your solitude ♪

- Right?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- ♪ I'd like to rearrange
your attitude to me ♪

♪ ♪

[cicadas screeching]

- Oh-ho-ho.


- Okay, okay. Not bad.

Not bad.
- Yeah, not gonna lie.

I thought your cheap ass about
to get us a little pup tent

and this is definitely
for the come through, bro.

- Why am I always a cheap ass
when I'm paying for everything?

- Okay, whoa, whoa, first of
all, it's a joke, okay?

Second of all, what the fuck
is wrong with you right now?

- What?
- Bro, you been acting

like a bitch
the whole fucking ride.

- No, I have not.
- Bro, the phone shit,

the music, like--
- Come on.

- Bro, I got him moping around,
Mr. Heartbreak over here.

I-I don't need it
from you today.

- I'm fine, dude. Let it go.
- Your Bitcoin crash?

You gotta sell your fossils
or some shit?

- Do you really wanna know?

- No, not when
you say it like that.

That sounds serious.

Look, whatever it is,
not this weekend, okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Okay?
Not today, not tomorrow.

- Come on, let's get it in.
- Give me this, all right?

- Come on, let's do it.
- Man.

- Yo, look at the yurt!

What you think?
- Yo, yo, y'all ready?

- Hell yeah.
Let's check it out.

- Oh, all right.

- Oh, yeah,
there it is, right there.

That's my bed right here.

Oh, my God, bro.
- Uh-huh.

- I'm sleeping alone tonight.

Like, no kids stomping
on my nuts talking about,

"Oh, we see a monster."

I'm going straight balls
to the blanket in this bitch.


Oh, no, bro.

Tell you what we're
not gonna do is this shit.

Give me that.
- Oh! What, bro?

What if I have
a work emergency?

- I'll let you know
if there's a fire

at the book factory, bro.

- [sighs]

[relaxing electronic music]

So the whole time,
it wasn't even a mountain lion.

It was a golden retriever.

Bro, that's not funny.
It was nighttime.

- Bro, no, it's just like--
you city as hell.

- That was my last pair
of drawers too.

I was like--

Oh, shit.
- Oh man.

Yo, is he okay?
- I should go.

- I think they got pictures
of him on that Epstein island.

- [laughs]

- Hey, get you some of that,
but don't fill up.

- All right, all right.
- Light that grill up, man.

- All right.

- What's up with you, bro?
You good?

- Yeah, man. Yeah.

Look at him.
He has no idea what he's doing.

He's so confused.

That is a barbecue.

- No, no, we got charcoal.

We just don't have
any lighter fluid.

- Ain't no lighter fluid, bro.
Get, like, some--

some newspaper,
like, a magazine or something.

- Yeah, no,
let's go to Hudson News

and get some newspaper
and magazines.

No, dude, you need some sticks
because wood produces heat.

- You only cook
your own food bro.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait,
do you have any of those

little liquor bottles
that you had earlier?

- Yeah, I do.
- All right.

- In your pocket too.
- It's my sidearm.

I don't wanna hear shit.
- [laughs]

- Here we go.
- What are you about to do?

You about to liquor the--
oh, God.

I'm about to get back.
I don't even wanna be here.

- All right, y'all ready?
- Here we go.

- Don't burn them
bald eagle eyebrows off.

- Bam. Bam.
- Wow.

- Wow,
he knows how to make fire.

this how the cavemen did it.

- I believed in you.

- Bam! Fire baby!
- It is alive!

- Man, bro...

that fish was fire.

[ukulele playing]

- Man, that fish was...


- A little lemon.
- Hell yeah.

- Look at us, bro.

Becoming one with nature.

- Yeah, this is nice.

- Tomorrow we go fishing,
eat what we catch.

Unless it's carp.

Carp got, like,
hella PCBs in it,

you know what I'm saying?
I saw it on YouTube for real.

For real.
- All right, so

what sort of fish
should we be angling for?

- Oh,
that's that cornball shit.

- [laughs]
- There it is.

I'm glad my boy is back.
I needed that.

Man, I needed
one cornball punchline

for the night.

Glad you back, man.

- I'd like to make a toast.

- Let's get it.

- Um...

as both of you know,
these last couple of months

have been some of
the shittiest of my life.

- Hey, hey, hey.
Uh-uh, fuck her, bro.

- But I'm feeling a lot
less shitty right now,

and I think that's
because of you guys.

So cheers.

I love y'all.

- We love you too, man.

- I'm dating Emily.

- Uh--[chuckles]
Wait, what?

- Please tell me
you're talking about

old girl from "The Bachelor"
that husband died

in that plane crash?

- Like, my--
my ex-wife, Emily?

- I saw her at a party
a couple months back.

We just started talking
and it just happened,

and then it happened again.

And I didn't even want
to say anything

unless I thought it was real.

But Marcus, man,
I think it's real.

And I'm so sorry

to be springing this on you

when you are...

I think we're gonna build
a future together.

I am so...

deeply sorry, Marcus.

Do you hate me?

Please don't fucking
hate me, man.

Please don't hate me, Marcus.

- I think it's beautiful, man.

- What? Are you serious?

Marcus, man, you're amazing.


You are fuck--dude,
you're fucking beautiful.

Get in here.

You are fucking beautiful.

I love--this is
the fucking man right here.

- He's the fucking man.

- Oh, I feel so relieved
that you said that.

I miss you too.

[ambient music]

I cannot wait to see you.

Yeah. [laughs]

You're so--I love you, babe.

I love you. I love you.

It's all gonna be good now.


♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- [clears throat]

[indistinct chatter]

- But if I fall in,
then it's like--

[indistinct chatter]

- Well, if you give me 50,

- I'll give you 100 bucks.

♪ ♪

narrator: Marcus had
come on this trip

in order to climb out
of the pit of despair.

But so far, the pit
had only gotten deeper still.

He was desperate
for catharsis.

It was a problem which,
in the moment,

seemed to have
one obvious solution--


♪ ♪

- That might be in my top three
times grilling, bro.

- All right.
- Like, sometimes you just

throw down,
you know what I'm saying?

- Fuck yeah.

- Man.
- That's the fucking thing--

- Uh-oh, look at your boy.
- Oh, here he comes.

- There he is.
Sleeping beauty.

- Yo, yo.
- Pop a squat, baby.

- Got a pole for you
right there, bro.

- All right.
- Man versus nature out here.

Got this bet going.

Who's gonna catch
a fish first?

- 'Bout to be the easiest
2 grand I ever won.

- Hey, you sleep okay?

- Uh, sure, yeah.

- Well, I slept like a rock,

Just a world off my chest.

Just, like,
I really appreciate

you completely understanding

about this whole
Emily situation.

Seriously, I appreciate that.

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, no, totally.

- Yeah, like this--is this
supposed to happen like that?

- What do you think, bro?
- I don't--I haven't--

- Look,
does mine look like that?

Look at mine and now--
and now look at yours.

- Oh, maybe this is advanced.
- I got a question.

Were you, like,
always attracted to Emily?

Like--like even
when we were married?

- Oh, no. Here we go.

- No.
- No?

- I swear.
I mean, honestly,

it came out of nowhere.

- Okay. All right.

I mean, it's just like...

you got her a bottle of Dom
for her 30th birthday,

I mean, you never bought me
a bottle of Dom so--

- I can't believe you're still
hanging on to that, dude.

- Hanging on to what?

I mean, the fact that
you're in love with my ex-wife?

Yeah, man.
Like, maybe a little bit, yeah.

- Can we fish?
You guys wanna fish?

- Listen, listen.
- How about we fish?

- I get that this is weird,

but can we move past
all this bro code shit, please?

- Move past it?
- Yeah.

- Move--we were together
for seven years.

- Come on, y'all--
- I'm just saying,

we're together.
- Wow, okay.

- What?

- How'd you win her over, man?
- What does that mean?

- Like, did you get her a trip
on a PJ, a weekend in Aspen?

You--did you, like, buy her
a fucking Banksy or some shit?

- Yeah, yeah, first of all--
- How did you win her over?

- Banksy's a hack,
and I know it sounds crazy,

but she likes me for me.
For what this is.

Yeah, you know what?
Fuck you, Marcus.

- Come on.
- You didn't fucking love her

and you didn't have
the balls to tell her.

So instead you had
this emotional affair

and then Emily
had to break up with you.

- What happened
between me and Emily

is none
of your fucking business.

- Actually, it is my business.

She's my girlfriend now

and I have to undo the damage
that you did to her.

After you basically told her
that you never loved her,

she moved into
her parents' basement

and she suffered from
a severe case of psoriasis

because of fucking you.

So stop all your whining

and just be grateful
that she's moved on.

- I didn't know--
I didn't know about that.

- I'm sorry,
I didn't mean that.

It wasn't severe.

I was being hyperbolic
about that.

- All right.

I'm gonna go for a ride.
- Marcus.

- No, no, no.
- Come on, bro.

- I'll be back. I'll be back.

[Jefferson Airplane's "Today"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Today ♪

♪ I feel like pleasing you
more than before ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Today ♪

♪ I know what I wanna do ♪

♪ But I don't know what for ♪

♪ To be living for you ♪
- Mia.

- ♪ Is all I want to do ♪
- [Mia laughs]

- Mia?

♪ ♪

- ♪ To be loving you ♪

♪ It'll all be there
when my dreams come true ♪

♪ ♪

narrator: As Marcus stared
at the bike's reflector,

he recalled when he first
rode to Mia's apartment

in an attempt
to share his feelings.

If he had never done that,

he would have
never ended up here.

- [shouts]

♪ ♪

- ♪ To be any more
than all I am ♪

- Fuck!

♪ ♪

- ♪ I'm so full of love ♪

- Hey, man.

Dude, I'm sorry I fucked up.

Ruined the whole trip.

But there'll be others,
you know?

Well, maybe not
with the three of us.

- Kian.
Kian, shut the fuck up.

Please shut up.

- I just--sorry,

you didn't happen to eat

the mushroom chocolate,
did you?

- And have a bad trip
'cause of you too?

Hm, no, thank you.

- Well, someone ate
a whole bunch of it

and it wasn't me
and it wasn't you.

- Are you serious?

- You don't think he, like,
did something?

- What you mean?
- He's depressed.

He's on a lot
of hallucinogenics.

I don't know.
- All right,

go get the fucking keys,

We gotta go.
- Should we eat first?

- Bro, go get the keys.
- Okay.

- Jesus.

- Hey, dude.
I'm starting to get worried.

Should we call the cops, man?

- Bro, it's very few situations
where I feel comfortable

calling the cops.

- A girl went missing up at my
beach house a few summers back.

We thought she drowned.

Thankfully, she was just, like,

passed out,
washed up on a dune.

Same summer though,
got hit by a drunk driver--

she died.

Oh, terrible story, man.

- Why is that a story
for right now?

- I'm just saying--

- Why is it a story
for right now?

- It's not gonna happen
for Marcus.

I'm just saying
it's a potential.

- Hello?


Hello, hi!

[slurs words]
Hello, hi! Help!



[line ringing]

- Hey, this is Mia.
Leave a message.

[phone beeps]

- Mia, hi, uh...

Hey, man, it's me. Um....


I'm--I'm--I'm so--

I'm so lost and tired

and I'm--I'm freaking out.

And I took some--some drugs.

I took some--some--some
chocolate mushroom drugs,

and I'm not--
I'm not having a good time.

I think I might be dying.


I threw my bike in a lake,

and I-I think
I saw you sinking with it

but I couldn't get to you.
I was, like--

I just couldn't--
I just couldn't reach you

and I'm afraid that, like,
no one's gonna find me

because I look like a tree.

And, uh, I don't know--
I don't know where I am.

I don't know who I am.

Mia, what--

Why wasn't I good enough?

Why--it's like--

it's like
you don't even exist.

I mean, are you real?

I mean like,
are you even--are you in real?

Just--Mia, just please,
just talk to me, okay?

Would you just--
would you talk to--

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.


- It's still going
to voicemail.

- We should have seen him
by now, dude.

I'm starting to freak out.

- Bro, this like
some "Blair Witch" shit.

[engine sputtering]

- What the--
- Are you serious?

- What is going on here?

Come on.

This is a nightmare.

- I just put 10 Gs
in this thing!

- Are you fucking serious?

- Dude, the guy said he re-did
the fucking engine.

- Fuck!

He re-did his fucking wallet
with your 10 grand

is what the fuck he did.

- What the fuck?


- Can you fix it?
- Fix what?

- The fucking car, Kian!

- I don't know
how to fix a car!

Here--Jesus, oh my God.

- Don't touch it,
don't touch it.

- Yo, give me your hands
for a second.

[indistinct chatter]

- Shit.
- You okay?

both: Marcus!

- Marcus!


- I think we're lost, dude.

- Fuck.


Oh, shit.

Bro, come on man.
Come on, bro.

- Come on. Are you all right?
Wake up.

- Get him up, get him up.
- Man, can you see me?

- Get him up, get him up,
get him up.

- Oh, shit.
- [groans]

- Are you all right, man?

- No, man.

No, no, I'm...

I'm not okay.

I am...

I am a bad person.

I've been a bad husband.

I drove Emily to you.

- I mean, I do have redeeming
qualities but continue, yeah.

- Yeah. and then I finally find
the woman of my dreams,

basically, and--
and then she just--

she leaves me
with no explanation.

So I mean, I just--yeah
you're--you're right, Kian.

I'm an asshole
and this is my punishment.

- Hey, man, come on, let's just
get back to the campsite.

- No, no, no, no, not--

not until I break the cycle.

- What?
- I got to break the cycle.

Somebody hit me.
- What?

- No-no, in the face.

Somebody hit me in the face.

- Nobody's hitting you
in the face.

- Dude, if anything, you should
be hitting me in the face.

I'm the asshole, okay?

I lied to you, man.

I had a huge crush on Emily
while you guys were married.

I'm sorry.
- And I-I knew that.

I knew that. I--I saw you

graze her butt one time,
but I didn't say anything

because I didn't want to make
a big deal out of it.

But I knew, you know?

- I honestly
don't even remember that.

I'm sorry
that you even saw that.

Dude, I love you, man.

I love you, man. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, man. I mean, fuck.

- Hey, hey, hey,
this shit is beautiful--

- It was really out of nowhere.
- Guys, guys,

can we get back to the campsite

before we get ate, please?
- No, no.

Not until someone
hits me in the f--

- Whoa!

- There we go.
- The fuck was that?

- That's the stuff.

[Marcus groans]

- I just wanted a fucking
relax weekend, bro.

I've been babysitting you
motherfuckers the whole time.

Does anybody wanna know
how the fuck I'm doing?

- You okay?

- Tina's pregnant again, man.

- Oh, congratulations.

- That's great, man.

- Every time you have a kid,
it's like

a little piece of yourself--
you just lose it.

Like, I have to be on
all the fucking time.

It's like--

I'm giving
when I have nothing left.

- I'm so sorry for being
such a shitty friend, bro.

- Bro, stop. Stop.
It's not about you, bro.

Like, bro, I love you to death

but you can be a little fucking
self-absorbed sometimes.

I get it, man.
Mia did a number on you,

but you can't let that shit
consume you

for the rest of your life.

You also can't fucking consume
enough drugs for three people.

- I know.
- Look, man,

you might have
to accept the fact

that she had her reasons

and just move the fuck on.

You don't know
what Mia going through.

You may never know.

And you gotta be okay
with that, bro.

I know you hurting, man.
I'm sorry bro.

I really am, man.

I'm sorry that shit
happened to you.

Oh, God. Okay.

- You were
fucking 100% on that.

- I love you, man.
- Dude.

[sentimental music]

I love you, man.
- Jesus Christ.

You scared the shit out of us,

- Yeah, man.

- [groans]

♪ ♪

- You said you wanted
to look at the stars.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

[birds calling]

- What is happening?
Come on, get up.

Hey, get up.

- [grunts]

Come on, knock it off.

Slept on the ground
at home, shit.

- We should get back
to the camp.

Come on, guys. Let's go.

- [groans] With what?
The busted-ass Bronco?

You got AAA?

- My assistant
will deal with it.

Just--let's just go.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait,
how are we getting home though?

I told Tina I'd be back
by 12:00.

- Just call her and tell her

you're gonna be a little late.

- Nah, that's not gonna work,

She don't buy that shit.

I gotta get home, bro.

Like a park ranger
or some shit?

A Mountie?

God. [groans]

- Wait.

I have a better idea.

- Oh, my God.
- Hi.

- Love you so much right now.

- Hi.
- You okay?

- Yo, have you seen her
since y'all split?

- Nope.

- Hmm.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hi.

- So you dating anyone?

- [laughs]

Yeah, it's been
a bit of a whirlwind.

- Well, I'm really happy
for you guys.

- Thank you.

Sorry about all your shit.

Kian told me what happened.

- No, no, that's okay.
It is what it is.

- I've been there.

- I'm sorry, Em.

I really, really am.

[John Cale & Brian Eno's
"Spinning Away"]

♪ ♪

- I appreciate that.

♪ ♪

Well, hang in there, all right?

- Thanks. I will.

- Hope you find
what you're looking for.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Up on a hill ♪

♪ As the day dissolves ♪
- Yo, yo.

Got your bag, bro.
- Oh, thanks, man.

- ♪ With my pencil turning
moments into line ♪

♪ ♪

♪ High above ♪

♪ ♪

♪ In the violet sky ♪

♪ A silent silver plane ♪

♪ It draws a golden chain ♪

♪ One by one ♪

♪ ♪

♪ All the stars appear ♪

♪ ♪

♪ As the great winds
of the planet spiral in ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Spinning away ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Like the night sky above ♪

♪ In the million insect
storm ♪

♪ The constellations form ♪

♪ On a hill ♪