Ginger Snaps (2017) s01e08 Episode Script
School Dance
[music.]
MOM: You excited to see anyone special tonight? Any boys or girls? I'm sure they're lining up.
[moaning.]
You'd be at the top of my dance card.
You know I have child services on speed dial, right? [moaning continues.]
- Why are you so dressed up? - I'm a chaperone, remember? I blacked that memory out.
[muffled loud music.]
Oh, before my first boy-girl dance, my mother gave me a piece of advice I will never forget.
[slamming.]
She well OK.
See you inside! [giggling.]
[interposing voices.]
[music.]
[cracking.]
- Ocupado.
- Jared? [scoffs.]
Scoot over.
- You know my name? - Yeah.
You, I remember.
- I still have the doll.
- Really? No, I'm not a creep.
But I did Instagram it for my friends to laugh at.
Gave it a filter.
What are you doing up here? [distant giggling.]
- Really? - Ugh.
Even my stalker likes her more than me.
- Listen, I - No.
You don't have to explain.
[groaning.]
- Is that Axe I smell? - Pepper spray.
She even sprayed you? But the one she uses is organic, not the prison-grade - stuff you have.
- Well, whenever she uses, it suits you.
Rachel thinks either I let her in the troop or all the other Snaps are going to leave.
But I don't get it.
[distant giggling.]
- What does she have that I don't? - A uni-brow? - Other than that? - Nothing, nothing at all.
[music.]
My vision's still only about 30%, and it's pretty dark out here.
But from what I can see, you look really beautiful tonight.
They don't love you like I love you.
Forget the Snaps.
[echoing.]
Forget the Snaps, Forget the Snaps.
Forget the Snaps.
[music.]
100% organic, and raw, and gluten free.
[glass breaking.]
100% of our profits go to orphans in India.
[crowd yelling.]
What's this, marrying [bleep.]
? Speaking of [bleep.]
, animal crackers only $6.
00 a box.
[cash register dings.]
What a beautiful celebration of true love.
Speaking of true love, have you savored the flavor of our new chocolate clusters? [cash register dings.]
[music continues.]
Mm.
[cash register dings.]
[slurping.]
You're right.
She doesn't have anything I don't.
And I'm not going to let some panty liner take my troop from me.
Thanks, Jared.
OK.
I'll be here in this bush.
Anyone wanna grab me ice for my privates? No? OK, cool.
[music.]
[interposing voices.]
- Um, how are you? - I have to go.
- Don't follow me to the bathroom.
- Wait.
Don't do what you're about to do.
Trust me as your friend.
We aren't friends, Rachel.
We're business associates.
And right now I'm going to clean up the mess you made of my business.
[music continues.]
[footsteps echoing.]
[distant slamming.]
[footsteps approaching.]
[whimpering.]
[music.]
[footsteps retreating.]
[relieved sigh.]
[flushing.]
[squeaking.]
Hello, Kishy.
- Calista, you scared me.
- Did I?! OK Hey, I guess we're having this conversation up close.
- Stay away from my troop.
- What? I thought they liked me.
Well, they don't know what they like.
Two years ago they wanted to make skorts part of the uniform.
Skorts! This isn't 1992.
I'll do anything you want.
Just tell me what I have to do to get in.
You've consistently made me look weak to the school, and more importantly, to my troop.
- So read my lips.
- I can't.
You're too close.
I'm getting all cross-eyes.
- Now? - Yeah.
OK.
- You will never be a Ginger Snap! - Oh.
[whimpering.]
[growling.]
[music.]
Kishy, are you OK? [smooches.]
[all gasping.]
- What are you doing? - I'm so confused.
[grunting.]
[music.]
[groaning.]
[grunting.]
[music.]
[exclaiming.]
MOM: Oh, girls.
Stop.
No.
No.
Break it up.
What what what [yelling.]
- Cover your faces.
- Worst girl fight ever.
Once on a family vacation, I saw two chickens fighting.
[chuckles.]
It was a bad day.
[music.]
Why can't I just hit you? All I want is to smack your stupid, little face.
[music.]
Hm.
You really do know seven types of martial arts, don't you? - And Capoeira.
- Dammit.
- [whispers.]
Hit me.
- What? You want to show them who's boss, right? So hit me.
[music.]
[yelling.]
[all gasping.]
Welcome to the Ginger Snaps.
[music.]
[boy screaming.]
[groaning.]
Brendan Fraser.
The safety word is always Brendan Fraser! [nervous giggling.]
Oops.
MOM: You excited to see anyone special tonight? Any boys or girls? I'm sure they're lining up.
[moaning.]
You'd be at the top of my dance card.
You know I have child services on speed dial, right? [moaning continues.]
- Why are you so dressed up? - I'm a chaperone, remember? I blacked that memory out.
[muffled loud music.]
Oh, before my first boy-girl dance, my mother gave me a piece of advice I will never forget.
[slamming.]
She well OK.
See you inside! [giggling.]
[interposing voices.]
[music.]
[cracking.]
- Ocupado.
- Jared? [scoffs.]
Scoot over.
- You know my name? - Yeah.
You, I remember.
- I still have the doll.
- Really? No, I'm not a creep.
But I did Instagram it for my friends to laugh at.
Gave it a filter.
What are you doing up here? [distant giggling.]
- Really? - Ugh.
Even my stalker likes her more than me.
- Listen, I - No.
You don't have to explain.
[groaning.]
- Is that Axe I smell? - Pepper spray.
She even sprayed you? But the one she uses is organic, not the prison-grade - stuff you have.
- Well, whenever she uses, it suits you.
Rachel thinks either I let her in the troop or all the other Snaps are going to leave.
But I don't get it.
[distant giggling.]
- What does she have that I don't? - A uni-brow? - Other than that? - Nothing, nothing at all.
[music.]
My vision's still only about 30%, and it's pretty dark out here.
But from what I can see, you look really beautiful tonight.
They don't love you like I love you.
Forget the Snaps.
[echoing.]
Forget the Snaps, Forget the Snaps.
Forget the Snaps.
[music.]
100% organic, and raw, and gluten free.
[glass breaking.]
100% of our profits go to orphans in India.
[crowd yelling.]
What's this, marrying [bleep.]
? Speaking of [bleep.]
, animal crackers only $6.
00 a box.
[cash register dings.]
What a beautiful celebration of true love.
Speaking of true love, have you savored the flavor of our new chocolate clusters? [cash register dings.]
[music continues.]
Mm.
[cash register dings.]
[slurping.]
You're right.
She doesn't have anything I don't.
And I'm not going to let some panty liner take my troop from me.
Thanks, Jared.
OK.
I'll be here in this bush.
Anyone wanna grab me ice for my privates? No? OK, cool.
[music.]
[interposing voices.]
- Um, how are you? - I have to go.
- Don't follow me to the bathroom.
- Wait.
Don't do what you're about to do.
Trust me as your friend.
We aren't friends, Rachel.
We're business associates.
And right now I'm going to clean up the mess you made of my business.
[music continues.]
[footsteps echoing.]
[distant slamming.]
[footsteps approaching.]
[whimpering.]
[music.]
[footsteps retreating.]
[relieved sigh.]
[flushing.]
[squeaking.]
Hello, Kishy.
- Calista, you scared me.
- Did I?! OK Hey, I guess we're having this conversation up close.
- Stay away from my troop.
- What? I thought they liked me.
Well, they don't know what they like.
Two years ago they wanted to make skorts part of the uniform.
Skorts! This isn't 1992.
I'll do anything you want.
Just tell me what I have to do to get in.
You've consistently made me look weak to the school, and more importantly, to my troop.
- So read my lips.
- I can't.
You're too close.
I'm getting all cross-eyes.
- Now? - Yeah.
OK.
- You will never be a Ginger Snap! - Oh.
[whimpering.]
[growling.]
[music.]
Kishy, are you OK? [smooches.]
[all gasping.]
- What are you doing? - I'm so confused.
[grunting.]
[music.]
[groaning.]
[grunting.]
[music.]
[exclaiming.]
MOM: Oh, girls.
Stop.
No.
No.
Break it up.
What what what [yelling.]
- Cover your faces.
- Worst girl fight ever.
Once on a family vacation, I saw two chickens fighting.
[chuckles.]
It was a bad day.
[music.]
Why can't I just hit you? All I want is to smack your stupid, little face.
[music.]
Hm.
You really do know seven types of martial arts, don't you? - And Capoeira.
- Dammit.
- [whispers.]
Hit me.
- What? You want to show them who's boss, right? So hit me.
[music.]
[yelling.]
[all gasping.]
Welcome to the Ginger Snaps.
[music.]
[boy screaming.]
[groaning.]
Brendan Fraser.
The safety word is always Brendan Fraser! [nervous giggling.]
Oops.