Immoral Compass (2021) s01e08 Episode Script
Part 8: Nostalgia
1
I'm telling you living
in the past is a disease.
Okay?
You know, "I'm nostalgic."
"Oh, I like the olden days."
No, you have unresolved issues.
You go back to these events.
"Oh, man, if I'd just done this."
"What if I'd done that?"
"What if I'd said this?"
"Why did I say that?"
It's a whole big fucking
waste of time.
There's a whole group of people
living in the past.
They're called hipsters.
Bunch of shitheads walking
around dressing like it's the 1880s.
You know, it's like,
you're dressing back
when when women didn't
have the right to vote.
The fuck are you
glorifying here?
"Hey, you want to go antiquing?"
No.
Uh, wh what are
those clothing stores
where you go down there and
somebody's grandmother died?
You know, when you're buying
her old brooch.
I don't want that shit.
Why'd you buy that old propeller
and stick it on the wall?
What are you doing? You know?
What's going on right now?
Whatever happened in the past
is the past.
Try not to repeat mistakes but
don't keep thinking about it, all right?
The only thing worth going back
in the past for is music.
Sorry, I'm gonna sound old,
but I don't think, you know,
being a fake singer
with a fucking laptop is music.
Of course she never puts it
back in the jacket.
Why would you,
you selfish fucking asshole?
♪♪♪
[ music playing distantly ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Phone unlocks ]
[ line ringing ]
[ line ringing ]
- MAN: Hello?
- Hey. Uh, it's been a while.
[ Panicked ] Holy fuck. I
can't believe I have service.
Amy, Amy? You have to help me!
I'm I'm tied up,
they smashed my phone,
I don't know where I am!
It's these guys I play poker
with. They broke my fucking nose!
With a fucking hammer,
I can't see.
They cut my face.
[ stammers nervously ]
[ Wet thud ] I think
they're coming back.
Okay, I need you
to listen to me.
I need you to call the
cops. Give them my name,
and they'll know
what to do, okay?
They know where to
find me. Just pl
[ silence ]
[ Echoing ] Call the
cops, give them my name.
Give them my name
Give them my name
Give them my name
[ vibrator hums ]
The past already happened,
and what's even funnier
is a lot of times, people, they don't
even remember what happened.
You ever have a friend of yours
tell a story
that was something that happened
five years ago
and you were there
and you're listening to it,
it sounds like
a whole different story?
They're having, like,
this this hero fantasy.
It's like, "I don't even know
what you're talking about."
"I was there.
None of that shit happened.
"You didn't say that.
You didn't say that.
"That guy said all of that shit
and then you didn't say anything
and I was embarrassed for you."
But by the time they're done
telling the fucking story,
you know, they're like
Steven Segal in the thing.
So fuck that.
Hi, Mrs. Michaelson, this is
Molly from Valley General.
I'm sorry, but I think you should
come down as soon as you can.
I doubt she'll make it
through the night.
[ low moaning ]
[ Moaning continues ]
Beth, is that you?
I want to hold
hold your hand. Oh
It's okay, Lydia. I'm here.
Oh, Beth.
- No, I'm not
- Beth, I
I never liked your husband.
Oh. Okay.
- It's all right.
- I need to tell you
our last name.
Not Michaelson.
Kauze.
Kauze! [ Coughs ]
He made me swear.
When the rats dragged Goering
to Nuremberg
they were the real victims.
[ Whispered ] Okay.
Wait.
Beth. The money.
[ Breathes loudly ]
Uh-huh.
But I've kept it safe for you.
[ Whimpers ]
[ machine flatlines ]
[ Machine flatlines ]
- Hey.
- Yes! Yes.
My
Take it.
Directions
You'll find everything.
Argentina
[ chuckles ]
WOMAN: Hi.
Please don't tell me
we're too late.
I'm so sorry.
Well can we see her?
Just give me a minute.
- [ labored breath ]
- [ machine flatlines ]
[ Muffled distress cries ]
I'm telling you living
in the past is a disease.
Okay?
You know, "I'm nostalgic."
"Oh, I like the olden days."
No, you have unresolved issues.
You go back to these events.
"Oh, man, if I'd just done this."
"What if I'd done that?"
"What if I'd said this?"
"Why did I say that?"
It's a whole big fucking
waste of time.
There's a whole group of people
living in the past.
They're called hipsters.
Bunch of shitheads walking
around dressing like it's the 1880s.
You know, it's like,
you're dressing back
when when women didn't
have the right to vote.
The fuck are you
glorifying here?
"Hey, you want to go antiquing?"
No.
Uh, wh what are
those clothing stores
where you go down there and
somebody's grandmother died?
You know, when you're buying
her old brooch.
I don't want that shit.
Why'd you buy that old propeller
and stick it on the wall?
What are you doing? You know?
What's going on right now?
Whatever happened in the past
is the past.
Try not to repeat mistakes but
don't keep thinking about it, all right?
The only thing worth going back
in the past for is music.
Sorry, I'm gonna sound old,
but I don't think, you know,
being a fake singer
with a fucking laptop is music.
Of course she never puts it
back in the jacket.
Why would you,
you selfish fucking asshole?
♪♪♪
[ music playing distantly ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Phone unlocks ]
[ line ringing ]
[ line ringing ]
- MAN: Hello?
- Hey. Uh, it's been a while.
[ Panicked ] Holy fuck. I
can't believe I have service.
Amy, Amy? You have to help me!
I'm I'm tied up,
they smashed my phone,
I don't know where I am!
It's these guys I play poker
with. They broke my fucking nose!
With a fucking hammer,
I can't see.
They cut my face.
[ stammers nervously ]
[ Wet thud ] I think
they're coming back.
Okay, I need you
to listen to me.
I need you to call the
cops. Give them my name,
and they'll know
what to do, okay?
They know where to
find me. Just pl
[ silence ]
[ Echoing ] Call the
cops, give them my name.
Give them my name
Give them my name
Give them my name
[ vibrator hums ]
The past already happened,
and what's even funnier
is a lot of times, people, they don't
even remember what happened.
You ever have a friend of yours
tell a story
that was something that happened
five years ago
and you were there
and you're listening to it,
it sounds like
a whole different story?
They're having, like,
this this hero fantasy.
It's like, "I don't even know
what you're talking about."
"I was there.
None of that shit happened.
"You didn't say that.
You didn't say that.
"That guy said all of that shit
and then you didn't say anything
and I was embarrassed for you."
But by the time they're done
telling the fucking story,
you know, they're like
Steven Segal in the thing.
So fuck that.
Hi, Mrs. Michaelson, this is
Molly from Valley General.
I'm sorry, but I think you should
come down as soon as you can.
I doubt she'll make it
through the night.
[ low moaning ]
[ Moaning continues ]
Beth, is that you?
I want to hold
hold your hand. Oh
It's okay, Lydia. I'm here.
Oh, Beth.
- No, I'm not
- Beth, I
I never liked your husband.
Oh. Okay.
- It's all right.
- I need to tell you
our last name.
Not Michaelson.
Kauze.
Kauze! [ Coughs ]
He made me swear.
When the rats dragged Goering
to Nuremberg
they were the real victims.
[ Whispered ] Okay.
Wait.
Beth. The money.
[ Breathes loudly ]
Uh-huh.
But I've kept it safe for you.
[ Whimpers ]
[ machine flatlines ]
[ Machine flatlines ]
- Hey.
- Yes! Yes.
My
Take it.
Directions
You'll find everything.
Argentina
[ chuckles ]
WOMAN: Hi.
Please don't tell me
we're too late.
I'm so sorry.
Well can we see her?
Just give me a minute.
- [ labored breath ]
- [ machine flatlines ]
[ Muffled distress cries ]