Miracle Workers (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Internship - full transcript
Prince Chauncley gets an internship. Mikey makes some new friends.
- T.G.I.F. Am I right ?
- Been folding laundry since 3 A.M.
Got blisters on my fingers
and bunions on my toes.
The king's horse
kicked me in the head.
A rough one, that's for sure.
It's been a rough week
in the castle too.
Wednesday's bath ? So tepid.
And don't even get me started
on the lavender bath oils.
Is it too much to ask
for a spritz of honeysuckle ?
Uh, T.G.I. bath.
- Is that the one you said ?
- I'd best get back to work, then.
I think you have another
few minutes on your break.
We prefer to just be done.
I'm so sorry, Stan. I forget
you were down there. Sorry.
Lovely work, though, as always.
MIRACLE WORKERS
DARK AGES
Damn it, I told you to kill
Count Peter, not Friar Peter.
I can't deal
with this anymore.
Just kill all the Peters.
Any Peter, just kill him.
- Good morning, Lord Vexler.
- Can this wait, Prince Chauncley ?
- I'm having a tough day on the job.
- That is why I am here.
I've decided I would like a job.
You already have a job.
Heir to the throne.
That's not enough.
I want to do something real.
Something I can take pride in.
Even the humblest job in the kingdom.
Shoveling man, shoveling man.
Nothing more humble
than a shoveling man
Shoveling man, scooby-do...
Wowie !
This place is fancy-nancy.
I assume I'm here to be tortured ?
Actually, I was wondering if your
business was hiring at the moment.
I can't really afford
to hire anyone.
I'm working 140 hours a week,
and my takehome's half a coin.
Not a big coin.
Usually it's one of the little guys.
I have some good news. I found
someone who will work for free.
Starting today, Prince Chauncley
will be your intern.
Does he have
any shoveling experience ?
He doesn't know how to use a spoon.
I feed him soup like he's a baby.
- So no qualifications.
- I'll tell you his qualifications.
He's the king's son.
So, no matter how badly he screws up,
you're gonna tell him that he's
doing a great job. If you don't...
Got it.
That means you'll kill me,
when you did the neck thing ?
Just wanted to make sure
we're on the same page. Thank you.
I hereby call to order this meeting
of the Lower Murkford
Two Ladies Book Club.
This month, we're reading
Virgil's "Aeneid."
- I "nee-id" to hear your thoughts.
- I "book" forward to telling you.
And I also am here.
Mikey, it's fine
that you followed us here.
It's just that this club is
for people who've read the book.
This is my one day off.
I just want to catch up with Maggie.
- And my reading...
- Yeah, I get it.
- Great. Catch you later, buddy.
- Yeah, I'll catch you later, buddy.
So...
Don't hurt me ! Don't hurt me !
Sorry, friend. We mistook you
for a wealthy noble. Release him !
- Wait ! Who are you, guys ?
- Us ? We're the Merry Band.
We take from the rich
and give to the poor,
whilst living every day
as an adventure.
So you guys just hang out
as, like, a whole group together ?
- You can join us, if you wish.
- Really ?
There's just one condition.
You must be willing to sing.
We're a merry band,
we're a merry band
We're all good friends
Take from the rich
and give to the poor
We're a fun little bunch
right to our little core
We're a merry band,
We're all good friends,
We're a merry band,
We're all good friends,
we're a merry, merry band.
So now we go
and give it to the poor ?
Nah. Now we call Jerry.
To buy drugs.
Yo, Jerry !
- Got the same shit from last week ?
- Yeah. Five coins an ounce.
Price is going up, huh ?
Let me get a little taste.
That's good shit right there.
- Okay, boss, tell me how it's done.
- The job's easy enough.
All you do is, you knock on the door,
shovel it up, collect the money.
- That's it. You got it ?
- Easy-peasy !
- Come in.
- Hello.
Any notes ?
No. That was good,
what you did.
- She's dead !
- I forgot to collect the money.
- Should I go back ?
- Don't worry about it.
They paid... in their own way.
- Yikes. We better boogie.
- Yes, back to work !
- Hey, Al.
- Hey, bud. What's that ?
Oh, it's nothing. I'm just
kind of in a merry band now.
Merry band ? You mean
those burnouts in the woods ?
Mikey, that's a gang.
No, they're not. They're cool.
They sing and dance.
They've got one song,
and it's terrible. Very repetitive.
They rhyme "merry band"
with "merry band".
It's all just very loud
and sweaty.
Mikey, you shouldn't hang out
with those guys anymore.
I'll catch you later, bud.
Lunch tastes much better when you've
earned it through a hard day's labor.
Here comes the wagon.
Well, I'm refreshed.
Ready to go.
Who is next on the route ?
Frank.
He's a friend of mine.
Always been there for me.
He's a good man.
He's got a wife and kids.
I look forward to entering his home
and representing your business.
Listen, maybe on this one,
you don't go in there.
Why not ?
Have I been doing a bad job ?
No ! You've been doing such a good
job, I want to give you a promotion.
- Wow ! Okay. Uh, to what ?
- You're gonna... watch for bears.
Here's what you do.
Take this stick, okay ?
And I want you to walk
about 50 to 400 feet behind me.
Be real quiet.
And if you see a bear,
then hit him with the stick
and shout and and yell, "Bear !"
This way, I'll know there's a bear,
and it'll play out from there.
I want you to know I do not take
this honor lightly, sir.
To have earned your respect
through my hard work alone,
it means the world to me.
I would not trade this stick
for any gilded laurel.
- Okay, great.
- Bears, bears, bears...
What ho, good fellows ?
Not good, man. The shit Jerry
sold us is fucking stepped-on.
I'm having a bad day, too.
I was walking to my house,
I ran into my sister,
and she was being so annoying.
She called you a gang.
Can you believe that ?
- You got a house ?
- Yeah.
- Are there valuables in there ?
- Like, a couple. Why ?
- Let's go there.
- To sing ?
- Let's go there.
- You know what ? Actually...
I'm sorry. I'm not really
supposed to have people over.
Come, on. We're not just people.
We're your friends.
Okay. Follow me.
Bears, bears, bears.
- Hey, kid. Are you alright ?
- Yes. Just a little tired.
- T.G.I.F.
- You said it.
- I did.
- Smoke ?
Me ? Yes. Thank you.
You know who you kinda look like ?
That guy on the money.
Yes. Yeah. I get that a lot.
But, no, that's not me.
- I'm just a laborer.
- Good on you.
That's what this town needs,
plenty of hard-working young people.
Yes, and fewer bears.
That's my line, you see.
I'm a bear watcher.
What the hell is that ?
I follow my boss
at a very great distance,
and I wave a small stick
to fend off bears.
And how many bears
did you fight off today ?
Well, I suppose none.
- You got tricked good.
- Yes, it's a very amusing jape.
Hey, kid. Watch out for bears.
Guys, just try
not to touch too much stuff.
- What the hell is going on here ?
- Sorry. We're just hanging.
Hey, you can't smoke in here.
We have a thatched roof.
- Oh, sorry, Constable.
- Okay, that's it. Everyone out.
Out ! Get out !
Go ! Out !
Hey, Rocco !
What the heck, Al ?
We were just chilling.
- They robbed us.
- What ?
- They stole my book.
- It couldn't have been them.
They wouldn't steal. Klepto Kyle ?
Sticky-Fingers Pete ?
Rocco the Convicted Thief ?
They're my friends.
They're not your friends, Mikey. They
just knew you were an easy target.
Mikey !
Mikey, it's not your fault those
guys turned out to be such jerks.
I know how hard it is
to feel different.
You don't. You're different in good
ways. You're smart and cool.
I'm just dumb and stupid. That's why
you don't like hanging out with me.
I do dumb things, like letting
those jerks steal your book.
- Maybe we can get it back.
- How ?
I'm not sure. But maybe we can
figure it out together ?
There he is.
Congrats on a bear-free day.
Stop lying to me,
Mr. Shitshoveler.
There are no bears. Or at least
far fewer than you led me to believe.
You were trying to get rid of me
because I'm incompetent.
With all that soup you eat ?
You got to be regular as hell.
- I mean you think I'm bad at things.
- I don't think that.
Yes, I am. I don't deserve
to wear this smock.
- I'm stuck.
- Don't worry.
I'm worthless. If I wasn't the son
of the king, I'd have nothing.
It's hard to argue with that.
- But it's not your fault.
- Why not ?
Your problem isn't
that you're bad at things,
it's that people
don't tell you that. Including me.
How about this ? Clean slate.
You start right from the beginning.
And this time, if you screw up,
I'll let you know.
- Really ?
- Really.
Let's go over
some shovel motions, alright ?
The first one you're gonna
master is the scoop.
What you're gonna wanna do is
get your blade close to the ground.
- Like this.
- Yeah. Now give it a shot.
- She's dead !
- Any notes ?
You did bad.
I have to be honest.
- I don't think shoveling's for you.
- Well, that hurts.
- But thank you.
- Any time.
- Shall we boogie ?
- Yeah !
What am I supposed to do
with some book ?
It's a classic. It's gotta be
worth at least an eighth.
Sorry I'm late to buying drugs.
I had to swing by the bank.
My rich uncle just died,
and I inherited all this gold.
I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but
I trust you, 'cause you're my friends.
I'll trade you
this thing for the gold.
That's a great deal. Here you go.
Al, now !
This isn't gold.
It's just dirt.
That's right.
Who's the dumb one now ?
It's you !
You did great, buddy.
We've got the book back,
and all they've got
is a worthless bag of dirt.
It wasn't worthless, but...
- Wait. What ?
- That was expensive.
- You bought the dirt ? When ?
- Earlier.
- From who ?
- The Merry Band.
Oh, dang it !
Maybe we can still get it back.
No, we can still trade
the book for the dirt.
Would that work ?
How about, instead, you and me
go grab some dinner ?
- Really ?
- I'll race you home.
Guys, we've been over this.
When you poison someone,
you have to write it down.
We need to be keeping track.
Who's been poisoned ?
Who hasn't been poisoned ?
Otherwise, we're re-poisoning
people, wasting poison.
- Lord Vexler.
- How was your internship ?
- It didn't exactly work out.
- I will take care of that peasant.
Oh, no, no...
No, it wasn't his fault.
I was just really bad at it.
I burned down several structures,
I got myself stuck in my smock,
and I humiliated myself in public.
In many ways, it was
the worst day of my life.
That sounds awful.
But, hey...
T.G.I.F.
Yes.
- Thank you.
- Yeah. Sure.
Your soup, sir.
Uh, no. No. Thank you.
Wagon.
MIRACLE WORKERS
- Been folding laundry since 3 A.M.
Got blisters on my fingers
and bunions on my toes.
The king's horse
kicked me in the head.
A rough one, that's for sure.
It's been a rough week
in the castle too.
Wednesday's bath ? So tepid.
And don't even get me started
on the lavender bath oils.
Is it too much to ask
for a spritz of honeysuckle ?
Uh, T.G.I. bath.
- Is that the one you said ?
- I'd best get back to work, then.
I think you have another
few minutes on your break.
We prefer to just be done.
I'm so sorry, Stan. I forget
you were down there. Sorry.
Lovely work, though, as always.
MIRACLE WORKERS
DARK AGES
Damn it, I told you to kill
Count Peter, not Friar Peter.
I can't deal
with this anymore.
Just kill all the Peters.
Any Peter, just kill him.
- Good morning, Lord Vexler.
- Can this wait, Prince Chauncley ?
- I'm having a tough day on the job.
- That is why I am here.
I've decided I would like a job.
You already have a job.
Heir to the throne.
That's not enough.
I want to do something real.
Something I can take pride in.
Even the humblest job in the kingdom.
Shoveling man, shoveling man.
Nothing more humble
than a shoveling man
Shoveling man, scooby-do...
Wowie !
This place is fancy-nancy.
I assume I'm here to be tortured ?
Actually, I was wondering if your
business was hiring at the moment.
I can't really afford
to hire anyone.
I'm working 140 hours a week,
and my takehome's half a coin.
Not a big coin.
Usually it's one of the little guys.
I have some good news. I found
someone who will work for free.
Starting today, Prince Chauncley
will be your intern.
Does he have
any shoveling experience ?
He doesn't know how to use a spoon.
I feed him soup like he's a baby.
- So no qualifications.
- I'll tell you his qualifications.
He's the king's son.
So, no matter how badly he screws up,
you're gonna tell him that he's
doing a great job. If you don't...
Got it.
That means you'll kill me,
when you did the neck thing ?
Just wanted to make sure
we're on the same page. Thank you.
I hereby call to order this meeting
of the Lower Murkford
Two Ladies Book Club.
This month, we're reading
Virgil's "Aeneid."
- I "nee-id" to hear your thoughts.
- I "book" forward to telling you.
And I also am here.
Mikey, it's fine
that you followed us here.
It's just that this club is
for people who've read the book.
This is my one day off.
I just want to catch up with Maggie.
- And my reading...
- Yeah, I get it.
- Great. Catch you later, buddy.
- Yeah, I'll catch you later, buddy.
So...
Don't hurt me ! Don't hurt me !
Sorry, friend. We mistook you
for a wealthy noble. Release him !
- Wait ! Who are you, guys ?
- Us ? We're the Merry Band.
We take from the rich
and give to the poor,
whilst living every day
as an adventure.
So you guys just hang out
as, like, a whole group together ?
- You can join us, if you wish.
- Really ?
There's just one condition.
You must be willing to sing.
We're a merry band,
we're a merry band
We're all good friends
Take from the rich
and give to the poor
We're a fun little bunch
right to our little core
We're a merry band,
We're all good friends,
We're a merry band,
We're all good friends,
we're a merry, merry band.
So now we go
and give it to the poor ?
Nah. Now we call Jerry.
To buy drugs.
Yo, Jerry !
- Got the same shit from last week ?
- Yeah. Five coins an ounce.
Price is going up, huh ?
Let me get a little taste.
That's good shit right there.
- Okay, boss, tell me how it's done.
- The job's easy enough.
All you do is, you knock on the door,
shovel it up, collect the money.
- That's it. You got it ?
- Easy-peasy !
- Come in.
- Hello.
Any notes ?
No. That was good,
what you did.
- She's dead !
- I forgot to collect the money.
- Should I go back ?
- Don't worry about it.
They paid... in their own way.
- Yikes. We better boogie.
- Yes, back to work !
- Hey, Al.
- Hey, bud. What's that ?
Oh, it's nothing. I'm just
kind of in a merry band now.
Merry band ? You mean
those burnouts in the woods ?
Mikey, that's a gang.
No, they're not. They're cool.
They sing and dance.
They've got one song,
and it's terrible. Very repetitive.
They rhyme "merry band"
with "merry band".
It's all just very loud
and sweaty.
Mikey, you shouldn't hang out
with those guys anymore.
I'll catch you later, bud.
Lunch tastes much better when you've
earned it through a hard day's labor.
Here comes the wagon.
Well, I'm refreshed.
Ready to go.
Who is next on the route ?
Frank.
He's a friend of mine.
Always been there for me.
He's a good man.
He's got a wife and kids.
I look forward to entering his home
and representing your business.
Listen, maybe on this one,
you don't go in there.
Why not ?
Have I been doing a bad job ?
No ! You've been doing such a good
job, I want to give you a promotion.
- Wow ! Okay. Uh, to what ?
- You're gonna... watch for bears.
Here's what you do.
Take this stick, okay ?
And I want you to walk
about 50 to 400 feet behind me.
Be real quiet.
And if you see a bear,
then hit him with the stick
and shout and and yell, "Bear !"
This way, I'll know there's a bear,
and it'll play out from there.
I want you to know I do not take
this honor lightly, sir.
To have earned your respect
through my hard work alone,
it means the world to me.
I would not trade this stick
for any gilded laurel.
- Okay, great.
- Bears, bears, bears...
What ho, good fellows ?
Not good, man. The shit Jerry
sold us is fucking stepped-on.
I'm having a bad day, too.
I was walking to my house,
I ran into my sister,
and she was being so annoying.
She called you a gang.
Can you believe that ?
- You got a house ?
- Yeah.
- Are there valuables in there ?
- Like, a couple. Why ?
- Let's go there.
- To sing ?
- Let's go there.
- You know what ? Actually...
I'm sorry. I'm not really
supposed to have people over.
Come, on. We're not just people.
We're your friends.
Okay. Follow me.
Bears, bears, bears.
- Hey, kid. Are you alright ?
- Yes. Just a little tired.
- T.G.I.F.
- You said it.
- I did.
- Smoke ?
Me ? Yes. Thank you.
You know who you kinda look like ?
That guy on the money.
Yes. Yeah. I get that a lot.
But, no, that's not me.
- I'm just a laborer.
- Good on you.
That's what this town needs,
plenty of hard-working young people.
Yes, and fewer bears.
That's my line, you see.
I'm a bear watcher.
What the hell is that ?
I follow my boss
at a very great distance,
and I wave a small stick
to fend off bears.
And how many bears
did you fight off today ?
Well, I suppose none.
- You got tricked good.
- Yes, it's a very amusing jape.
Hey, kid. Watch out for bears.
Guys, just try
not to touch too much stuff.
- What the hell is going on here ?
- Sorry. We're just hanging.
Hey, you can't smoke in here.
We have a thatched roof.
- Oh, sorry, Constable.
- Okay, that's it. Everyone out.
Out ! Get out !
Go ! Out !
Hey, Rocco !
What the heck, Al ?
We were just chilling.
- They robbed us.
- What ?
- They stole my book.
- It couldn't have been them.
They wouldn't steal. Klepto Kyle ?
Sticky-Fingers Pete ?
Rocco the Convicted Thief ?
They're my friends.
They're not your friends, Mikey. They
just knew you were an easy target.
Mikey !
Mikey, it's not your fault those
guys turned out to be such jerks.
I know how hard it is
to feel different.
You don't. You're different in good
ways. You're smart and cool.
I'm just dumb and stupid. That's why
you don't like hanging out with me.
I do dumb things, like letting
those jerks steal your book.
- Maybe we can get it back.
- How ?
I'm not sure. But maybe we can
figure it out together ?
There he is.
Congrats on a bear-free day.
Stop lying to me,
Mr. Shitshoveler.
There are no bears. Or at least
far fewer than you led me to believe.
You were trying to get rid of me
because I'm incompetent.
With all that soup you eat ?
You got to be regular as hell.
- I mean you think I'm bad at things.
- I don't think that.
Yes, I am. I don't deserve
to wear this smock.
- I'm stuck.
- Don't worry.
I'm worthless. If I wasn't the son
of the king, I'd have nothing.
It's hard to argue with that.
- But it's not your fault.
- Why not ?
Your problem isn't
that you're bad at things,
it's that people
don't tell you that. Including me.
How about this ? Clean slate.
You start right from the beginning.
And this time, if you screw up,
I'll let you know.
- Really ?
- Really.
Let's go over
some shovel motions, alright ?
The first one you're gonna
master is the scoop.
What you're gonna wanna do is
get your blade close to the ground.
- Like this.
- Yeah. Now give it a shot.
- She's dead !
- Any notes ?
You did bad.
I have to be honest.
- I don't think shoveling's for you.
- Well, that hurts.
- But thank you.
- Any time.
- Shall we boogie ?
- Yeah !
What am I supposed to do
with some book ?
It's a classic. It's gotta be
worth at least an eighth.
Sorry I'm late to buying drugs.
I had to swing by the bank.
My rich uncle just died,
and I inherited all this gold.
I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but
I trust you, 'cause you're my friends.
I'll trade you
this thing for the gold.
That's a great deal. Here you go.
Al, now !
This isn't gold.
It's just dirt.
That's right.
Who's the dumb one now ?
It's you !
You did great, buddy.
We've got the book back,
and all they've got
is a worthless bag of dirt.
It wasn't worthless, but...
- Wait. What ?
- That was expensive.
- You bought the dirt ? When ?
- Earlier.
- From who ?
- The Merry Band.
Oh, dang it !
Maybe we can still get it back.
No, we can still trade
the book for the dirt.
Would that work ?
How about, instead, you and me
go grab some dinner ?
- Really ?
- I'll race you home.
Guys, we've been over this.
When you poison someone,
you have to write it down.
We need to be keeping track.
Who's been poisoned ?
Who hasn't been poisoned ?
Otherwise, we're re-poisoning
people, wasting poison.
- Lord Vexler.
- How was your internship ?
- It didn't exactly work out.
- I will take care of that peasant.
Oh, no, no...
No, it wasn't his fault.
I was just really bad at it.
I burned down several structures,
I got myself stuck in my smock,
and I humiliated myself in public.
In many ways, it was
the worst day of my life.
That sounds awful.
But, hey...
T.G.I.F.
Yes.
- Thank you.
- Yeah. Sure.
Your soup, sir.
Uh, no. No. Thank you.
Wagon.
MIRACLE WORKERS