Immoral Compass (2021) s01e06 Episode Script
Part 6: Technology
All right so something
you're gonna have to deal with
way more so than me
is gonna be technology.
You know? Like, I was fine with
technology right up to 1995.
You know, we had air bags.
Used to be like curing diseases,
going from a horse to now
where an automobile learning
how to fly.
That used to be technology.
Now it's just like,
"Oh, look, I can take a
I can take a clearer picture of
the burrito I just fucking ate."
Fucking bullshit. All excited
because you got a better camera.
It's an invasion
of your privacy.
Just watch how much
you have it in your house,
'cause I'm telling you, everybody,
they're bugging the house, right?
There's no place for you to
jerk off without getting filmed.
Every time you rub one out, you
got the camera pointed at you.
Somebody's saving
all that stuff.
I mean, I held onto my square TV
till the late 2000s.
All my friends were trashing me,
and they went out and they
bought these stupid flat-screen TVs,
and little did they know
there's a camera on it
and the thing's sitting there
watching you
banging your fucking wife.
You gotta watch out
for those guys.
All of those guys I think
work for the government.
All those people that come in,
they set up your TV,
your entertainment
Your speakers in the ceiling.
Fuck that. You should
have all your technology,
all your media,
in one room of your house,
and everything else
is a safe space.
[R&B music playing in room]
MAN'S VOICE: Ashley?
[clears throat] Ashley.
[mutters] This is really
annoying, god dammit.
Sorry, sorry.
[scoffs] Ah.
Ashley. No, no, no!
Ashley! Ashley!
I think you have cancer.
I've been watching you
for the past nine months.
Ashley
I love you.
I love every detail,
everything about you,
including the cute little mole
on the back of your left shoulder,
which I now see
is melanoma.
Ashley, my mom died
of skin cancer.
It's a hell of a beast.
Just get it looked at.
I love y
Hmm? Yeah, 10:00 am Wednesday
works great.
Yes, I'll, um
I'll bring my insurance card.
[door opens]
[crying]
ASHLEY: No, it's fine.
No, I told you, it's at noon.
Yes, Mom, I know
it's my last one.
Okay. I'll see you there.
All right, love you too. Bye.
[door closes]
Hello?
Hello?
Are you there?
Oh, Ashley! Mm.
Uh, I just wanted to, um
I can't believe this, but, um
I just wanted to say thank you.
The doctor said that, um,
it could've been really bad
if we caught the cancer
any later.
I'm really glad you're okay.
[chuckles] This might
sound crazy, but
Could I take you out
to dinner sometime?
Yeah.
Really?
Fuck no! You're a
fucking stalker.
- Got it.
- Bye.
God, I gotta tell
my mom about this.
But watch out
for technology, man.
I spent the most important years
of my life
staring at my phone
looking at online porn.
You know? And I do mean
looking at it.
'Cause I swear to God, after a
while I just stopped jerking off.
I would just be, like, you know,
like I was watching
surveillance footage.
I'd start laughing.
"Why would she say that?"
I haven't watched it
in three months, so,
that's a good thing.
[country-pop music playing]
[teen girls giggling quietly]
MADDY: She's so wasted.
EVA:
What is that dance she's doing?
- EVA: Mom?
- BOTH: Mom?
EVA: What was the dance to this
you showed us at, um
At Jeremy's wedding?
[girls laughing]
MADDY: She's so wasted.
- MADDY: Take the camera.
- EVA: Okay.
MADDY: Watch this. Mom?
Uh, hey, Mom, can I have
some money for the movies?
How much do you need?
- Like $200.
- [Maddy giggles]
- $200?
- Yeah.
- Sure, sweetie.
- EVA: Oh. Holy shit!
I have to find my purse.
MADDY: [giggling] Mom?
Dishwasher. Uh, Mom?
What are you doing? Mom?
EVA: Oh, my God, she's a mess.
Uh
MADDY: [urgent whisper]
Did you know that was there?
Eva, when is what's the date of
your birthday again?
- Is it six or seven?
- Six.
Right.
[groans]
- Mom!
- Oh, my God! Mom, stop!
- Mom!
- Okay
Mom!
[all screaming and clamoring]
[man grunting in panic]
[girls screaming]
[bodies thud] What is going on?!
- [screams]
- Mom, what is happening?
- MOM: Hit him!
- EVA: Maddy! Hit him!
- No!
- EVA: Aah! Do it!
MOM: Hit him!
[Eva screams]
[country-pop music continues]
Good girls.
I told you my purse was in here.
you're gonna have to deal with
way more so than me
is gonna be technology.
You know? Like, I was fine with
technology right up to 1995.
You know, we had air bags.
Used to be like curing diseases,
going from a horse to now
where an automobile learning
how to fly.
That used to be technology.
Now it's just like,
"Oh, look, I can take a
I can take a clearer picture of
the burrito I just fucking ate."
Fucking bullshit. All excited
because you got a better camera.
It's an invasion
of your privacy.
Just watch how much
you have it in your house,
'cause I'm telling you, everybody,
they're bugging the house, right?
There's no place for you to
jerk off without getting filmed.
Every time you rub one out, you
got the camera pointed at you.
Somebody's saving
all that stuff.
I mean, I held onto my square TV
till the late 2000s.
All my friends were trashing me,
and they went out and they
bought these stupid flat-screen TVs,
and little did they know
there's a camera on it
and the thing's sitting there
watching you
banging your fucking wife.
You gotta watch out
for those guys.
All of those guys I think
work for the government.
All those people that come in,
they set up your TV,
your entertainment
Your speakers in the ceiling.
Fuck that. You should
have all your technology,
all your media,
in one room of your house,
and everything else
is a safe space.
[R&B music playing in room]
MAN'S VOICE: Ashley?
[clears throat] Ashley.
[mutters] This is really
annoying, god dammit.
Sorry, sorry.
[scoffs] Ah.
Ashley. No, no, no!
Ashley! Ashley!
I think you have cancer.
I've been watching you
for the past nine months.
Ashley
I love you.
I love every detail,
everything about you,
including the cute little mole
on the back of your left shoulder,
which I now see
is melanoma.
Ashley, my mom died
of skin cancer.
It's a hell of a beast.
Just get it looked at.
I love y
Hmm? Yeah, 10:00 am Wednesday
works great.
Yes, I'll, um
I'll bring my insurance card.
[door opens]
[crying]
ASHLEY: No, it's fine.
No, I told you, it's at noon.
Yes, Mom, I know
it's my last one.
Okay. I'll see you there.
All right, love you too. Bye.
[door closes]
Hello?
Hello?
Are you there?
Oh, Ashley! Mm.
Uh, I just wanted to, um
I can't believe this, but, um
I just wanted to say thank you.
The doctor said that, um,
it could've been really bad
if we caught the cancer
any later.
I'm really glad you're okay.
[chuckles] This might
sound crazy, but
Could I take you out
to dinner sometime?
Yeah.
Really?
Fuck no! You're a
fucking stalker.
- Got it.
- Bye.
God, I gotta tell
my mom about this.
But watch out
for technology, man.
I spent the most important years
of my life
staring at my phone
looking at online porn.
You know? And I do mean
looking at it.
'Cause I swear to God, after a
while I just stopped jerking off.
I would just be, like, you know,
like I was watching
surveillance footage.
I'd start laughing.
"Why would she say that?"
I haven't watched it
in three months, so,
that's a good thing.
[country-pop music playing]
[teen girls giggling quietly]
MADDY: She's so wasted.
EVA:
What is that dance she's doing?
- EVA: Mom?
- BOTH: Mom?
EVA: What was the dance to this
you showed us at, um
At Jeremy's wedding?
[girls laughing]
MADDY: She's so wasted.
- MADDY: Take the camera.
- EVA: Okay.
MADDY: Watch this. Mom?
Uh, hey, Mom, can I have
some money for the movies?
How much do you need?
- Like $200.
- [Maddy giggles]
- $200?
- Yeah.
- Sure, sweetie.
- EVA: Oh. Holy shit!
I have to find my purse.
MADDY: [giggling] Mom?
Dishwasher. Uh, Mom?
What are you doing? Mom?
EVA: Oh, my God, she's a mess.
Uh
MADDY: [urgent whisper]
Did you know that was there?
Eva, when is what's the date of
your birthday again?
- Is it six or seven?
- Six.
Right.
[groans]
- Mom!
- Oh, my God! Mom, stop!
- Mom!
- Okay
Mom!
[all screaming and clamoring]
[man grunting in panic]
[girls screaming]
[bodies thud] What is going on?!
- [screams]
- Mom, what is happening?
- MOM: Hit him!
- EVA: Maddy! Hit him!
- No!
- EVA: Aah! Do it!
MOM: Hit him!
[Eva screams]
[country-pop music continues]
Good girls.
I told you my purse was in here.