Working Class (2011) s01e06 Episode Script

Your little brother thinks there's a hairy monster underneath his bed, and he didn't believe me when I told him it was just a three-month-old dust bunny.
So I really need one of you guys just to go upstairs and just sit with him until he falls asleep.
Who wants to go to a movie? Oh, yeah.
Let's do it.
Yeah.
Oh, good.
You're not deaf.
Look, I am exhausted.
Pam, if you do this, I will let you go to the mall on Saturday.
So you're bribing me? Not very good parenting, Mom.
You can get your ears pierced.
Done.
And I'm okay with my own hypocrisy.
That's the spirit.
What? I've never seen you read anything by choice that didn't have cereal inside.
Well, I'm still looking for a job.
All the stuff on Craigslist is taken except for this one job looking for someone to pose shirtless for a photography class.
Oh, never answer those ads.
The studio always turns out to be some guy's garage with a futon in the corner.
Or so I've heard.
But this is so unfair.
None of the other guys going on the ski trip have to pay for themselves.
Well, I'm sorry, Scott, but if I had that kind of money spare, I would blow it on something crazy like a plumber to find out why the basement smells like gas.
But nobody's hiring.
I've looked everywhere.
Honey, believe me, I know.
I just went through it myself.
And you, you can't even play the cleavage card.
Gross.
Not if you take care of yourself.
Hey, guys, what's up? Hey, Uncle Nick.
Did you see that your old band's downtown this weekend? What? Impossible.
We split up when our van broke down.
It's hard to keep your rock cred when you have to take public transportation.
Seriously, guys, I am exhausted.
All right? Can one of you just give me a hand? Who wants to go to Hooters? Yeah.
I do.
I gotcha.
Just a little help so I could have one minute to chill out, okay? And then we'll go to Hooters? We're not going to Hooters.
But you just said that we were-- Shh.
Oh, my God.
Working Class 1x06 Pay Back This is my day This is my life This is my one chance to get it right This is my day Yeah, this is my day Oh, good.
Good.
Mm-hmm.
I was worried that people working here might not have enough time for arts and crafts.
Good morning, sunshine.
Eh? I'm just filling out a few more entries for the employee raffle, and I want to make mine more likely to get picked out of the bowl.
That's right.
That's this morning, isn't it? You want a night at a spa? Hey, just because I killed for our country doesn't mean I don't like to be pampered.
Oh, hey, Carli.
Hi.
Ah.
Getting a few more entries in before the big drawing, huh? Are you kidding? A spa treatment with a night away from the kids, in a king-size bed with a complimentary bottle of champagne? What more could a girl want? Got me.
Morning, Hank.
Hey, boss.
I'm filling out my entry.
Remember, I'm a vet.
Listen, uh, I was wondering, are you by chance hiring here? My son is trying to earn money to go skiing with his friends.
I'm afraid we're all staffed up, Carli.
Oh.
But for you, I can find something.
For me? Really? Well, you will not regret it, because he has got the Mitchell genes, which means he's a very hard worker and will probably lose his hair before he's 30.
Just have him come by after school.
I'll set him all up.
Great.
Come on, everybody.
Raffle time.
Aw, this is just like when we had to draw names at the Battle of Inchon to see who would get to sleep in the sewer pipe.
Right.
All right, everybody.
We've had a terrific quarter, and to say thanks, the winner of the overnight stay at the spa at Meadow Creek is Carli Mitchell.
Whoopee.
Oh, gosh.
Thank you.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Oh, I, uh-- I just wanna thank everyone who made this possible-- Rob, Parker Foods, Jeanine in produce, and everyone in dairy.
You know who you are, and-- Okay, I think we should just open up.
Okay.
Everybody have a great day.
Oh.
Sure.
Forget about the bullet lodged in my shoulder.
You go have a nice time.
Aw.
There's my working boy.
Oh, Scott, I am just so proud of you.
Please.
I'm just a stock boy.
Yeah.
But the way you tested when you were little-- I thought I'd have to send you to a farm and let you run free.
So, did you finish all the restocking? 'Cause I know that Rob wanted it done today.
Mom, give me some credit.
Right.
You're right.
My little boy's really growing up.
Seems just like yesterday, I was wiping your little bum-bum.
Mom! Just go to the spa.
All right.
Work hard.
I love you, Scott Mitchell.
My mother said she loved me once, but that was only because she was giddy at the end of Prohibition.
If I was your mother, I'd be excited to drink, too.
Enjoy my spa date.
Thank you.
I will.
Bye-bye.
Commie! Excuse me-- Spa.
Well, Scott was right.
The band that I formed, the band that I named, the band that I got a strawberry tattoo for, is playing a gig tonight without me.
A strawberry tattoo? We were a jam band.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
So did you tell them you were upset? I'm not upset.
I am so over that whole scene.
Really? So you're over the groupies, the parties, coming home without your pants? God, I miss those pants.
Look, I know how you feel, Uncle Nick.
Two weeks ago, my friend Jody had a slumber party and didn't invite me.
That must've hurt, huh? Yeah.
But here's the thing.
I finally got up the nerve to tell her how I felt.
Turns out it was just a misunderstanding.
She thought I was gonna be away at a math decathlon.
Well, I have no idea what that is, but I bet you don't forget your pants there.
My point is, maybe you should do the same thing.
Just talk to them, tell them how you feel.
All right.
I'm gonna go down there.
Hey, Scott will be home any minute, and Will's at his playdate.
You good here? I'm fine.
I've gotta calculate the area of a four-sided plane with a 12-inch perimeter.
You are outta control.
Oh! It is so quiet and peaceful in here.
I guess that's why they call it the Quiet Room.
Shh.
Sorry.
Quiet.
Oh, my gosh, is this stuff free? Shh.
Sorry.
Quiet.
It's my first time at a spa.
Really? Ooh.
Ooh.
That's potpourri.
And it is delicious.
Mmm.
Hey, honey.
What? I'm a single mom.
Get over it.
Hey, honey.
Hey, um, can you Google potpourri poisoning? I thought it was trail mix.
So what's going on? I'm worried about Scott.
Why? What's wrong? He was supposed to be home a few hours ago, right? He's not home? No.
I've tried his cell phone, and he's not picking up.
And a bunch of his friends have called, and they don't know where he is.
Well, the store is closed, so he must be at that cheerleader Jessica's house.
Jessica called looking for him, too.
Mom, I'm worried.
All right, honey.
I'll deal with it.
So much for my spa night.
Not too much, or it's gonna explode.
Here.
Open that.
Open it.
Oh, my God.
Oh! Ohhhh! Come on.
Come on.
Dude, I don't think we should-- Just go long.
Go, go.
Okay.
Hi, Mom.
What the hell is going on here? Yeah, you better run, Jimmy! And if that's the way you cover a receiver, no wonder we lost state.
What happened to the spa? You happened to the spa, Scott.
What were you thinking? I should've set you free at that farm when I had the chance.
It wasn't my idea.
They just showed up.
What was I supposed to tell them? Um, no! I can't do that, Mom.
They're seniors.
Okay, do you know what a huge deal it was for me to ask my boss for a favor, Scott? I went out on a limb to get you a job here.
If someone finds out about this, you could get fired.
Whatever.
Okay, no, not whatever.
You are staying here, and you are cleaning this mess up, even if it takes all night.
Fine! But the good news is you still can go skiing.
Really? Yeah.
Hell just froze over.
Fresh powder.
Hey, dudes, what's up? Hey, man.
Yeah.
So, playing out again, huh? Yeah.
That's cool.
I've just been going to class and stuff.
I mean, like you guys probably thought I was, 'cause that's what I last told you.
Which is why you would think that.
So what do you want, dude? Right.
Uh, well, I mean, I got to admit, man, my feelings were kind of hurt when I heard you guys were gigging without me.
I guess I just would've thought that after five years, we had a certain level of-- I don't know-- trust.
Can you hand me that beer, bro? Sweet.
So, at any rate, I do find myself with a little time on my hands and a little strawberry on my butt.
Remember that? That was hilarious, right? You were like, "No, Nick, you go first.
We'll all get one when we see how yours turns out.
" Rock on! So, uh Listen, I guess what I'm saying is, uh, if you replaced me because you thought I didn't wanna play with you guys anymore, I do.
Yeah, uh, we replaced you 'cause Kevin here owns a van.
So no mo' public transpo.
Let's go, guys.
Hey, that's cool, too, man.
I'm glad we cleared that up.
Hey, have a great set.
Wow.
That was brave.
Most guys aren't comfortable talking about their feelings.
And, frankly, I'm sick of jerks like that.
Well, uh, what can I say? Life is too short to stuff down your emotions.
I got a heart, and I'm not afraid to use it.
And where did you say that tattoo was? When you punch in, you work.
You got it? Yeah, I got it.
You know what, Scott? The only reason you got away with this is because I helped you, and believe me, that is the last time I'm doing that.
Mom, I'm sick of hearing it, okay? I got it the first 400 times you said it.
You wanna hear it another 400 times from inside that locker? Oh, you don't believe me? Ask Billy Simpson.
1989, sophomore year.
You do not snap my bra strap twice.
200 days in a Filipino hospital, delirious with malaria, and I can't even get a freaking facial.
Rob wants to see you in his office.
Both of you.
So is there anything that you'd want to tell me? There's something we should tell you, but there's nothing we want to tell you.
I saw the security tapes from last night.
There is something that we want to tell you.
What you did was irresponsible, disrespectful, and-- Totally immature.
And don't interrupt Mr.
Parker.
Don't get me wrong, I was 16 once.
I screwed up plenty.
So I half expect this kind of stupidity from a kid.
Especially kids today.
Where is their work ethic? But you should know better.
Excuse me? Trying to cover it up.
You should have called me as soon as you knew.
I'm sorry.
We cleaned it all up.
I'm sorry, but you're fired.
I understand, Mr.
Parker.
See, Scott? I told you this would happen.
I mean you're both fired.
What? Why her? I need employees I can trust, employees that have the same respect for the store that I do.
I can't lose this job.
I am the sole bread winner in this family.
Well, I am sorry about that Carli.
That's it.
Get your things.
Let's go, Scott.
But, Mom-- No, you heard him.
That's it.
Mr.
Parker, you can't do this.
Fire me.
I was the idiot.
I was lucky to get this job, and I blew it.
But don't fire my mom, it's not her fault.
It's not that easy, Scott.
Some of the merchandise was damaged.
Someone has to be held accountable.
Then it should be me.
Look I'll do whatever it takes to make it right, but my mom, she really enjoys working here, and she's good at what she does.
All right.
I tell you what I'll do.
Your mom can keep her job.
Thank you.
Thank you, Mr.
Parker.
And I appreciate that you manned up, Scott.
I'm willing to give you another chance.
One more chance.
But this time you're gonna start at the very bottom.
There's something below stock boy? Hank, would you come in here, please? Oh, no.
Hank meet your new assistant.
Lucky me.
Not so lucky you.
Come on.
Oh, my God.
You were amazing.
No, no, no.
You were amazing.
I totally believed you were devastated.
"I can't lose my job, Mr.
Parker.
" And you-- you were so dramatic with your whole turning your back and putting your hands on the bookshelves "I'm so serious" moment.
Just-- "Ah, no.
I mean you're both fired.
" I was trying not to laugh.
Oh, it was so great.
It was great.
Wow, when you called this morning, I didn't think this would work, but I think we really straightened him out.
Are you kidding? Straightened him out? I thought for awhile I was gonna have to get your chair dry cleaned.
God, it was so much fun.
I know.
I know.
I cannot wait for my next kid to screw up so we can do it again just like that.
You know, if someone had taken the time out to teach me a lesson like that when I was his age, I would have gotten into a lot less trouble.
You really are a great mom.
Thank you.
I sorta am.
You know, I feel bad that you-- you lost out on your big spa night.
Oh, that' all right.
I own enough free apples to make a pie.
Maybe in another life.
But the spa did give me a second gift certificate.
I'd like you to have it.
I don't know what to say.
Oh, my gosh, this is-- Oh, but you know what? It's made out to you.
Oh, that's no problem.
If they ask, just say you're Mrs.
Parker.
I guess I could do that.
Here, pretty boy, take this bucket of hearts and snouts to the grinder.
You think that's tough, huh? You ought to try waking up in a sewer pipe with a rat nibbling on your ear.
Hi.
It's Mrs.
Parker again.
My cucumbers are warm.
Would you mind bring in some more of those chilled ones? Did I mention it's Mrs.
Parker?