The Eddy (2020) s01e05 Episode Script

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[controlled breathing]
[music leaks quietly from headphones]
[deep breathing]
[male voice sings in headphones]
[Maja sings backing vocals in French]
[voice in headphones] Stop, stop!
It's great, but try it
a bit more ethereal, breathier.
More like Marilyn, you know?
Give it a go.
From the top.
[track plays again]
[sings more ethereally]
[music stops]
Fantastic.
Um
Make love with the snake.
- You know what I mean? Just imagine
- Yes, of course.
[man] From the top.
But it's great. Fantastic.
[deep breathing]
[sings more sensually]
[backing track grows louder]
[full mix now audible]
[music stops]
[man over headphones]
That's great. That's the one.
- [man] Who on earth enjoys a drum solo?
- Me.
No, you're just impressed by a drum solo,
that's different.
Listen, let's forget about jazz.
Come work with me.
- Work with you? That music is
- Shit.
- Shit! Big shit.
- Shit, yes.
Yes. Shit that sells, though.
You know, I'm no Taylor Swift
but I have a lot of fans
and look, I make them happy.
That's the purpose of music, right?
- I'm not a backup singer.
- I don't want a backup singer.
I'm going on a little European tour
for two months, leaving Friday.
On the 4:35 p.m. flight to Barcelona.
So?
How did you get my passport number?
I forgot to tell you something.
I'm not gonna try to sleep with you.
I'm not creepy.
[computer beeps]
[Martin] Yeah, stop, that's good.
What do you think?
[captain] Yeah, not bad.
[Martin] Shift it to the right a bit,
please.
[beep]
[Martin] Perfect.
- Maybe widen up the angle a bit?
- How's it going?
[laughter in next room]
I know, I know. I'm late.
- Hello.
- Hello.
I was working.
[Randy] You were working? OK.
I'm glad this band is a hobby for you.
[Jude] Take it easy. Ignore him.
He's just nervous because the guy
with the turtleneck is coming.
- Franck Lévy?
- [Randy] Yeah.
Elliot is still trying
to get us a music deal?
Yeah, he's still trying
to get us a music deal.
- [sax player] Absolutely, yes.
- [Jude] It's a no-brainer.
[Jude plays bassline]
[Randy] Try it again.
[all count in]
[sax and trumpet play in harmony]
[same piece of music, now with full band]
Dupin's blue ♪
Dupin's blue ♪
[trumpet and sax interweave]
Dupin's blue
He won't say a word ♪
And somebody heard
His talking bird ♪
Never tweets, never eats ♪
Just repeats
The silent treatment ♪
Dupin's blue, he won't come outside
Everybody's tried, he won't confide ♪
Or say a thing, not happening
Lets his phone just ring and ring ♪
- What are you doing here?
- Zivko sent me.
- What?
- I work in the bar.
- No.
- Hey, hey.
- No.
- I cost nothing. He pay.
I work hard.
But I look at everything for him.
[band continues playing]
If he won't say what he feels ♪
Maybe he'll pay what he feels ♪
[sax solo]
[sax solo continues]
[soft solo piano piece]
[Franck] The band is great.
You need to play festivals.
You need good marketing.
But let's be clear,
I can only cover part of the cost.
That's OK. Profit share is fine by us.
Listen carefully.
I need you to pay for half the recording.
Ten thousand.
You think that's possible?
- I wish it could be less.
- It could be less, Frank.
We deserve your full backing.
You'll get my full backing.
But you know, the fucking Euro
Economics.
Yeah, yeah.
If you can't get it, no problem.
We will be released on your label?
You'd be treasured by my label.
Give me a smile.
See you later.
[solo piano continues]
[knocking]
[door opens]
[Elliot] Hello, hello.
There she is.
You
You were pretty fantastic tonight.
[Maja] You were not there. Not really.
Oh, I was there.
And you were really, really good.
Franck Lévy thought so too.
He wants to record us.
OK.
What's wrong, Maja?
I'm trying to understand,
what am I doing here?
[Elliot] I'll tell you
what you're doing here.
Singing in a great band,
that's what you're doing.
[Maja] You tell me, "Sing the song." I do.
You tell me, "Come to Paris." I do.
- What are you talking about?
- It's my fault. I'm not blaming you.
[Elliot] Maja,
maybe you didn't understand me.
Listen. Hey, hey
Franck Lévy
wants to sign us.
Our band.
Right?
Now, this is good news.
Come on, we should go out and celebrate.
With some champagne
What are you
What are you doing?
Hey.
Wait a minute. You're leaving?
[Maja] Yes, I'm leaving.
And like I said, I'm not angry with you.
I'm angry with myself.
[Elliot] I
Hold on. Wait a second, wait a second
Do me a favor.
Give this to Julie, please.
- Give it to her yourself.
- Please.
[sighs]
[key in door]
[Julie] Hi.
- [Maja] You don't sleep?
- No, I can't.
Just been scrolling.
For hours.
Looking at hair tutorials.
It's from your father.
- From my dad?
- Mm-hmm.
What is it?
I'm going to bed.
Do you have any weed?
[opens window]
- Are you in love with him?
- Mm
Big question.
Another big question:
Are you in love with my father,
and what
is your favorite pizza topping?
[Maja] Mushrooms.
And
No.
[Julie] Interesting.
Do you think he's in love with you?
It's kinda weird to think about, 'cause
I feel like he doesn't love anybody.
So why did you come to Paris?
Another big question.
I had no choice.
And have you been to the Upper East Side?
Because it's WASP town, USA.
Plus
My dad
needs me.
So
You stay here for him?
Mmm. Maybe.
I will give you some advice.
Tell people what you feel.
I feel
like mushrooms are
a terrible pizza topping.
[Maja laughs] Not if you're high!
[ringtone]
[Maja] Damn it! I didn't turn
this fucking phone off.
What time is it?
[answers call]
[man] I woke you. I'm sorry.
FaceTime, why?
I just wanted to see your face
while I repeat my offer.
[laughs] That's That's creepy.
No, no. Not creepy. No worries.
So?
Why me?
You know what it's like to sing the same
songs for 30 years? A total bore.
But what fascinates me are
the musicians I work with.
My guitarist, for example,
I discovered in a club in Johannesburg.
My drummer, I met in Rio.
When I find something exciting,
I pursue it.
I don't want to sleep with you.
[man laughs]
You know, I'm almost flattered
you find me so repulsive.
Anyway, you have tomato on your face.
Yes, I had pizza last night.
- Bye-bye.
- [hangs up]
[roar of construction machinery]
[jackhammer drilling]
[group of men shouting]
[ringtone]
CAPTAIN KEITA
[ringtone continues]
Police?
- Club reopened. You find my money?
- Not yet. Just
We're doing better. Give me time
and I'll repay you your 150,000.
I have a boss.
He don't give a shit about me.
- I don't give a shit about you.
- Did your boss kill Farid?
Hey. Did your boss kill Farid?
You have three days. No joke. OK?
Last chance.
Yeah.
- OK?
- Yeah.
Hey.
Hey, just looking to see
if my new sticks came.
Do you You know the guy in the car?
Which guy in the car?
Shit.
- It's not what you think.
- Oh, no?
Did you introduce him to Farid?
- Was it you, Katarina?
- I was just trying to help.
- To help? He's dead.
- Zivko had a reputation.
It's Farid. He asked me to help him
find dealers to work in the club.
I thought it's better
Dealers? What are you talking about?
You have no idea, do you?
No, I don't.
Yeah, because you're never here.
You were supposed to be his partner.
He was drowning.
No, don't put this on me.
- Don't put this on me.
- You think I didn't ask?
I said, "Go to Elliot,"
and he said you can't help.
He said you won't help.
He was fucking frightened.
You couldn't even see this.
- You're fired.
- Then fuck you! I resign.
[smacks door]
[woman] I'm just asking you
to think about it.
No, you're telling me to agree.
You gave him my passport number?
- It's good money.
- I'm not a backup singer.
Oh, yeah?
Unlike Whitney Houston, Sheryl Crow
- John Legend, Cher?
- I don't care.
Maybe they had no choice.
I have choice.
Franck Lévy wants to record us.
And you know who's paying half the fees?
Elliot Udo. You'll never get paid.
I didn't know.
And, to be perfectly honest,
you're not getting any younger.
Thank you.
OK, listen.
You're either the lead singer
of a band no one cares about
or the backup singer
for one of the most-loved French artists
of his time.
What's the dilemma?
[inhales, exhales slowly]
You were having quite a conversation.
[Elliot] He's a music producer.
Franck Lévy.
Are we gonna do this every day?
Sorry for wasting your time.
I told you it's somebody I don't know
who's behind all this, OK?
[captain] Exactly. That's why we need
to eliminate who we can.
OK. You want to eliminate,
let's eliminate.
I know him, know him,
know him, know him,
don't know him, don't know her.
Him, he works with me
as a matter of fact.
How's that?
- When did you start employing new people?
- Since we got busy.
Well, maybe next time you tell us.
I don't see how me hiring somebody,
especially a pimply-faced kid,
is of any interest to you.
OK, let's start over. Tell me who's who.
You work with us now.
Not the other way around.
Yeah.
[trumpet player] Hey, Randy. Pick one.
[Randy] I love card tricks.
[trumpet player] It's a new trick.
[Randy] I forget the card!
[quiet sax playing]
Hey, guys, listen up.
Fred is going to join us
on the sticks tonight, OK?
Ted.
- Hmm?
- My name's Ted.
[Elliot] All right.
What's happened with Katarina?
Listen, Ted knows the music
so we're all good, OK?
Is Katarina OK?
Yeah, yeah, she's just
She's not feeling too well.
But make make Ted welcome.
- Have a good show.
- Hi.
- [trumpet player] Great pants.
- Thanks.
- You know the music?
- Yes. All the songs. Yes.
This the one? Randy?
[Randy] Uh
Second round.
Evening.
[music echoes down hallway]
[fast, squealing trumpet solo]
Mr. Perrin, how are you?
A cosmopolitan, please.
[crowd applauding]
Vodka tonic.
On the way ♪
To something great ♪
But in the meantime ♪
In between time ♪
We'll just play ♪
And we may stray ♪
- It's an honor.
- Please!
Being on the way ♪
- I saw you at Lincoln Center.
- Yeah?
Must have been a long time ago.
No, you were extraordinary.
I tried to sign you for my next record.
I was told I couldn't afford you.
You still can't.
- Really?
- Yeah.
[crowd cheering]
Thank you very much.
- Is that Daniel Perrin?
- I don't know. Maybe.
[Randy plays piano intro]
[slow, soft groove]
[Daniel] The drummer is
a bit enthusiastic.
- He's just sitting in.
- Really?
Morning comes to the seaside town ♪
Did you write the lyrics?
Yes.
Nice.
It's much better
than the jazz I'm used to.
It's, uh "Boppy Poppy"!
I like it.
Really.
Day grows long ♪
But the night is young ♪
That's why we'll sleep till noon ♪
And we will rise with the moon ♪
As darkness falls
We start to shine ♪
It's our time ♪
We like to play all night ♪
Until we get it right ♪
Then when we've hit the sky ♪
We can sail this high ♪
And play all night ♪
- [sings high note]
- [crowd cheering]
[laughs]
My lady.
Just kidding, I didn't buy them.
They were delivered
by a young strapping man
who also didn't buy them.
But the card said
"You were magical tonight. Daniel."
I'm sorry, I opened it.
So you're fucking around on my Dad now?
So, this, uh Daniel.
He's a fan who sends you flowers?
He wants to work with me.
- He wants to work with you?
- Mmm.
You know you're not the first woman
who's heard that line, right?
I sing.
It's all I can do.
You're really good.
Thank you.
You're special.
Did you ever see your dad play?
- No.
- Huh.
He, uh
wanted me to see him when I "understood"
and then he quit before the age
of understanding could arrive.
He was special.
When you see really incredible people
like Elliot
it can destroy you.
Well, I'm not good at anything, so I guess
I don't have to worry about that.
That's not true either.
[Julie groans]
You know what is true?
When you sing
you sing to him.
[fast rock drum solo]
[slow breakbeat]
Thank you.
[fast shuffling jazz beat]
[complex improvised tom fills]
[polyrhythmic snare hits]
[skittering cymbals]
[birdsong outside]
[buzzer]
[buzzer continues]
- Yes?
- [woman, in Polish] Hello, darling!
Mom? What are you doing here?
That's not the reaction I was expecting.
Give me a second.
[presses door buzzer]
[hangs up intercom]
Oh, God!
[mom] Why are you acting this way?
Every time I see you, there's some drama.
You show up unannounced and I'm dramatic?
I just wanted to see you.
I'm supposed to buy that?
Why are you really here?
[mom sighs]
- Can I stay on your couch?
- No, it's taken.
[mom sighs heavily]
Hmm!
The guy who bought you
those beautiful flowers?
What did you do for him?
You can't stay here.
We can share a bed.
- God
- Like we used to.
Because we were evicted
and living in a shithole, remember?
Where's the piano? I think it was here
Then you sent me to live
with your sister, remember?
- What happened to the piano?
- I sold it!
- So
- What?
I thought your place was bigger.
- It's the same
- Screw it, I'll sleep in the tub.
No!
Calm down.
Sweetheart, I don't want
to waste money on a hotel.
I've wasted enough on you as it is.
I paid your last month's rent.
Fuck!
[mom hums a melody]
[humming "The Eddy"]
[mom] How pretty.
You can stay, but I leave tomorrow.
I hope you'll be gone by then.
Wonderful! Let me freshen up,
I'll take you out. All right?
[sighs]
[Randy plays intro to "The Eddy"]
[band joins in]
The light will imbue ♪
An indigo hue ♪
The horn blowing blue ♪
Stop, stop. Stop.
Can you handle this?
I need to talk to Elliot.
[Randy] Yeah.
[band keeps playing]
[Randy sings] Lost in a dance ♪
And caught in a trance ♪
Under the sway
Riding the wave ♪
Sweetest surrender ♪
That's pulling you under ♪
- The Eddy ♪
- [snickering]
[picks up tempo]
[sax wailing]
[music echoes from next room]
- Where's Katarina? Who's this new drummer?
- [Elliot] He's just here for a few days.
And what are you doing?
Where is Katarina?
I call her, she doesn't answer.
Randy call her too, no answer.
I fired her.
- What?
- Mm-hmm.
Why?
She lied.
I'm glad you're here.
I need to talk to you about Julie.
What did she lie about?
I'm not blaming you for this,
but I did get a call from the school,
saying that Julie disappeared
yesterday at lunch time
and didn't come back to class until late.
Do you know anything about that?
No. I had no idea.
No idea?
She's staying with you, Maja.
Please.
If you know something, tell me.
Why did you fire Katarina?
If Julie is not in school,
then she's out on the street.
If she's out on the street
she's not safe. Understand?
Are you even listening to me?
Katarina is not your business.
Not my business? [laughs]
Hey. I'm looking after your daughter,
your band.
Don't talk to me like that, OK?
Please get off my fucking back!
Damn it!
I've taken a new job.
I'm leaving the band.
[Elliot] Yeah. Yeah, right.
Drummer, singer, both out. Bravo!
[intense drum beat]
[trumpet solo]
Hey, you know, you truly pick
the best moments, you know that?
- What are you punishing me for?
- I'm not punishing you. I'm leaving you.
[band continues playing]
[Elliot] You are always,
always so fucking superior.
Even when you're the one who's late.
You're the one who's unprofessional.
- You're the one who fucks around.
- But you don't care.
You don't care!
[screeching solo]
Hey, hey, come here.
You won't fuck me, you won't look at me,
and I must love you?
Come here. Come here.
Don't do this.
- What am I?
- Don't go.
What am I to you?
You don't love me.
You make me feel like shit!
[abstract drum solo]
[riff in minor scale]
[music continues]
[men laughing at nearby table]
Is that white wine? Chardonnay?
How about another one? The next one?
No need to be scared.
I'm scared, I'm scared
Blah-blah-blah
Your problems, my problems.
[speaks Polish]
[continues speaking Polish]
- You just want me to get lost or?
- Yes.
[door creaks open]
[breathing heavily]
- Hey.
- [Julie] Hey. What time is it?
[Maja sighs]
I have to tell you something.
[Julie] Mm. OK.
Come on.
Come on.
[Julie] OK.
[yawns]
Your mom is fantastic.
My school friends loved her too.
She gave them vodka
Drugs
She fucked my boyfriend.
That's fucked up.
Listen.
I have a new job.
[sighs]
I'm leaving the band.
Leaving Paris.
You can stay with Amira.
She's happy to have you.
[sighs]
I have to do something
where I mean something.
You're a wonderful girl, Julie.
You will be a wonderful woman.
I've really liked staying here.
I liked to have you stay.
[Maja inhales, exhales deeply]
I have to take shower.
[shower running]
[kids shouting in street]
Hey. Hey, what are you doing?
- He said you'll understand.
- No, no. He said three days.
You told him police not watch the club.
But I see cameras. You fucking liar!
- Are you running from me?
- No.
- From a guy?
- No.
- Are you pregnant?
- Cut it out.
- You always run away
- That's not true.
Every fucking time.
I always have an excuse to come,
and you, to run.
Will you kindly explain
why you're here this time?
- Because of a guy.
- [Maja laughs]
Why are you leaving?
You're the one
who always told me to leave.
I want to make a bit of money,
change my life, earn some respect.
Because this is a shithole, right?
It's a mess.
I couldn't tell you much
about being respected.
- Who will look after your place?
- Airbnb.
And Mom, I suggest you go home too.
Look after yourself, please.
I'll look after myself
and we'll find some peace.
As always
- Sympathetic as always.
- You fucking deserve it.
- Let go of this grudge!
- I have no grudge.
- You're not like me, if that's your fear.
- Fortunately!
- No, you're cold!
- Thank God I'm not like you!
Pack your bags
and leave me all alone, as usual!
Your blackmail no longer works on me.
Go on, cry! Cry! Let me see.
Not this time, I see.
Enough, that's enough.
I've had enough, fuck.
I'm sick of this shithole, of you
of Paris
of everything.
[Julie] You're supposed to dab,
not scrub with carpet, usually.
Hey.
Hey.
Shouldn't you be in school?
It smells like gas in here.
I'm moving.
To Amira's.
Because Maja's leaving Paris.
Did you know about that?
She got a job. Some guy named Daniel.
Perrin.
- He wants her to sing
- Backup.
I thought you might want
to know that information.
You should call her, if you care.
And I know you care.
[splash]
[Elliot sighs]
Will you come home to me?
It's not really about us right now.
She's leaving from Orly airport
at 4 o'clock.
- Today?
- Mm-hmm.
Probably enough time
for you to catch her.
It's good to see you again.
Yeah, OK.
[motor revving]
- There you go.
- Thank you.
Ma'am, the VIP lounge is on your right,
after security.
- Have a great flight.
- Thank you.
- Excuse me, sir.
- Hello.
I'll give you 20 euros
to watch my scooter.
I can't, sir. I'm working.
- Please?
- Thirty euros?
- Twenty.
- OK.
[female voice] Your attention, please.
Air France flight 009 from New York JFK
expected in Terminal 2E
is now transferred to Terminal 2A.
I get it. I get it. You don't trust me.
But trust this, Maja. I know you.
- I know what your talent is worth.
- Fuck you!
This is me.
OK, well then stay for the club, OK?
Stay for the band.
I don't know what else to do.
You, you, you,
all the time, all about you.
Never honest, never real,
just bullshit you.
- Help me.
- Sorry?
- Help me!
- [speaks Polish]
I can't do this without you.
And I'm sorry,
but I can't do this with you.
Listen to me. Every time I touch you, I
I-I-I think of him. It's like all I
all I can think about is him.
My son.
I can't
feel anything.
[speaks Polish]
But when I couldn't play anymore,
I could write for you.
And when I came here,
that's why I knew
I had to have you with me.
Now you and I, I don't know what it is.
But I know that I can't do it without you.
Now, I'm a selfish man.
I know that, I admit that.
But you, Maja,
you you
You're my hopes, my my future.
You, and Julie, and the band is
I want to do whatever I can
to be a part of your future.
And it doesn't have to be
about sex or whatever,
but just
I want us to be partners.
In that future, together.
Not good enough?
I see you're trying.
OK.
OK.
OK.
All right.
Well, if you gotta go
At least go somewhere
where who you are means something.
Because for me,
you are extraordinary.
[Maja sniffles]
[bell]
[in French] Homey! Yo!
So?
- Your mom told you?
- Yes.
- I got to lend you my bed.
- [Julie chuckles]
Listen, you mess with my underwear
- I'll kill you, understood?
- Yes.
- Understood?
- Understood.
Let's go.
[clapping]
[chuckles]
[Elliot] Hmm
What took you so long?
Well, they clamped my bike.
- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.
Extraordinary.
You meant it?
I meant it.
Promise me it will be better.
Promise.
I don't believe you.
[clashing piano chords
over lively swing beat]
[sax and trumpet improvise
over "The Eddy"]
[dramatic piano stabs]
[freewheeling trumpet solo]
[trumpet solo continues]
[fast drum fills]
[abstract sax solo]
[sax solo continues]
[band slows down]
[sax squealing discordant notes]
[song ends]