The Real O'Neals (2016) s02e08 Episode Script

1 Kenny: When you're an Irish-Catholic family in Chicago, it's sort of illegal hate the holidays.
Kenny: In fact, there wasn't anything in the world, that Eileen O'Neal loved more than Christmas Except winning.
Stop, stop, stop! Everybody stop.
One of you is off.
Would the tone-deaf perpetrator care to step forward? No? Okay.
I could be wrong.
Hmm.
[Intro to "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" plays.]
Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn king You.
Here.
Start from the beginning.
[Off-key.]
Hark the herald [Squeals.]
Honey you're making God sad.
She thought the music teacher in "Whiplash" was the hero.
You know what, just go back to your spot.
I'll deal with you later.
[Sighs.]
Again! And remember, everybody It's Christmas! Don't worry about these first-day kinks.
We'll get through it.
Remember, every one of you has a very special place here.
We need to get rid of Allison.
What? No! She's my friend.
She's dead weight, Kenny.
And St.
Barklay's is hosting the Christmas Choir Competition this year.
I, for one, am not gonna lose to those Episcopalians again.
As much as I love Allison, I don't want want her messing up my solo.
Jodi: Are you two kidding me? That is not the spirit of Christmas.
Please let me take Allison under my wing.
[Piano plays.]
I had a piano teacher.
She disappeared.
Yeah.
Wish me luck.
Hey, Mom.
- I finished the Nativity.
- Oh! I think you're really gonna like what I did with Joseph this year.
Oh, okay, fine, I'll tell you.
I gave him a porkpie hat.
Oh, well, that's better than the soul patch you gave him last year.
I have a project for you.
[Bag rustles.]
Oh, bro! It's a GoPro! Thanks, Mommy.
No, I want you to do some recon on the Episcopalians.
Their director, Sheila DeMars She's always one-upping us.
I want you to find out what they're singing, what robes they're wearing, and if she's had any recent work done.
I'm on it.
Okay, Mom, while I support this chicanery, I don't think it's enough to win.
I mean, I'm competition-ready, but the rest of this choir? Not up to snuff Especially Chronic Bronchitis Bill, who stood behind me today and coughed bits of lung into my hair.
Don't worry, Kenny.
I'm one step ahead of you.
Part two of my plan is to recruit you some much-deserved backup.
You're giving me my own Kelly Rowland?! I don't know what that means, but yes! Ethan sent me my Christmas gift early.
Oh, yeah.
You two have been getting pretty serious, huh? What do you think it is, a journal? No, a really big locket.
[Gasps.]
Or a watercolor of a handsome Princess Di.
Dad, it's Suze Orman circa 1995.
Oh.
So, this is a good gift? Of course! Ethan knows me.
I have to get him something even better, something you can't buy in a store, something he can't get from anyone else but me.
Just don't overdo it, sweetheart, okay? You don't want to smother the guy.
For example, I got Gloria a gift box from Shari's Berries.
I have the vocabulary of a Harvard scholar and yet, there are no words.
- [Organ plays.]
- What? My mom is on a recon mission.
She's basically an orchestral Terminator.
[Dramatic music plays.]
[Beeping.]
On a cold winter's night that was so deep Noel, noel Okay, everyone.
Uh, I'd like you to meet Brett.
Brett and his family just moved here from Berlin, so let's give him a great, big St.
Barklay's willkommen.
Uh, we're from Berlin, New Jersey, actually.
Oh.
Well, that's still foreign to me.
[Light laughter.]
Okay, have fun.
Hi.
Kenny.
So excited to be working with you.
It's actually really hard to meet another baritenor who can soar over the notes, you know? We're rare, like four-leaf clovers.
And sociopaths.
Actually, sociopaths aren't as rare as you might think.
Cool.
Anyway, uh, when my mom calls for "mezzo piano," what she really means is "mezzo forte," which can be mezza-confusing.
That's really funny.
I don't get it.
Who are you? Um, my Eileen is my mom.
You talk about your mom a lot.
Mm.
I'm so sorry about the misunderstanding.
I mean, I just completely forgot you have diverticulitis.
Oh, it's fine.
I mean, it's not like the first thing I tell people is my intestines can't handle small, hard particles.
I should have listened to Shannon.
She's the expert on gifts.
She's been up in her room for hours working on Ethan's present.
What's she getting him? She won't tell me.
But apparently, it's something he can't get from anyone else but her.
[Chuckles.]
What? Last time I said that to a guy, it meant sex.
What?! [Scoffs.]
No.
She's too young.
She's 15.
That's old enough.
I mean, for a permit, maybe a quinceañera.
- I lost my virginity at that age.
- You did? Yeah, and I was a late bloomer.
But I did make up for it in college.
Not that I became a slut, I just dated a lot of guys.
And a professor, which got weird.
I mean, I deserved the "F," but not the restraining order.
God, I miss her.
That is a lot of information.
Jimmy: Hey, Mom.
So, I've been practicing with the GoPro all day.
I think I'm ready to inseminate Sheila.
I'm gonna assume you mean "infiltrate," and that's good.
They post their song list tonight.
I want to find out exactly what it is they're planning for the contest.
Got it.
Wait, then what is "artificial infiltration"? [Sighs.]
Okay, people! Let's start with "O Come, All Ye Faithful," and remember, use your core, okay, or lip sync.
Your choice.
Just choose wisely.
- [Intro plays.]
- Let's start with Kenny's solo.
- Ooo-oo-oo-oooh - Come and behold him - Ooo-oo-oo-oooh - Born the king of angels - Oh, come - Oh, come, let us adore him Oh, come Come on, Brett! Brett is completely drowning me out.
He's supposed to be backup.
I don't think he can help it.
[Sighs.]
It is distracting.
And we do want to win, right? More than anything.
Well, if we can't make your two beautiful voices work together, we have to fix it.
- [Sighs.]
- Do what you got to do.
I'm glad you agree.
All right, excuse me, everybody.
Uh, slight change of plans From here on out, Brett will be our soloist.
[All gasp.]
What? Where does that leave me? Uh, you'll be our group soloist or our groupist.
That's not a thing.
Well, it is now.
Mother, you betrayed your son Your only son who sings.
Look, Brett's not my favorite person, either.
It is amazing that that sourpuss of his can emit such sweet sounds, but it does and we need to win.
So he gets the solo.
- That's not fair.
- Fine! Then practice until you're as good as Brett, and I'll give you the solo back.
Okay, deal.
You know what, this is like in "Dreamgirls" when Effie, spurned by Curtis for choosing Deena over her, makes her emotional appeal to him by telling him that she is, in fact, not going.
Hmm.
Again, I don't know what you mean.
Yet weirdly, I do.
Mm! [Dog barks in distance.]
[Sighs.]
Dad, what are you doing? Oh, uh, nothing.
Nothing.
Um, that was your third shower today.
Is everything all right? It's fine.
I've just been getting Ethan's gift ready.
Dad, please don't stroke out now.
- I'm in a towel.
I'll never recover.
- Oh, no.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
[Clears throat, sniffs.]
I just wanted to have a little a little talk with you about, uh, adulthood.
So, you see, adults are big people that grow from little people.
And, uh Well, it's kind of like you grew from these shoes.
Those are from my American Girl doll.
My feet were never that size.
I was born 11 pounds.
Yes, well [Chuckles.]
you were always big for your age.
Well, I'll let you get back to your preparations.
This is Agent O'Neal reporting from enemy territory.
It looks like they're doing some classic numbers, possibly a medley.
[Sniffs.]
Also, there's a strange scent of toast, which the camera may or may not be picking up.
I should have saved you a piece.
[British accent.]
I'm sorry, as I'm lost because I'm from Britain.
Save it.
I know who you are.
I'm just a simple chimney sweep.
I have see your photo in the St.
Barklay's bulletin.
You have ridiculous hair.
You know, I could have your whole choir disqualified.
[Normal voice.]
No, don't Please don't do that, Sheila DeMars.
I They've worked really hard.
I'll I'll destroy the video, and I'll ta I'll take all the blame.
No, I have an even better idea.
You keep the footage, but you have to do something for me in return.
[Inhales sharply.]
Okay.
But I'm gonna need some dim lights and for you to do your voice like Flo from Progressive.
I don't want to have sex with you! I mean, your father? Maybe.
[Chuckles.]
Oh.
I need you to spy on your mother, and if you blab about this to anyone, I will have St.
Barklay's blacklisted from this competition forever.
Fine.
I'll do it.
I'll inseminate my mom.
You O'Neals are a funny bunch.
Who died? [Chuckles.]
Was it the guy with the cough? I really want to give you the business right now, but I don't have the lung capacity.
Everyone here is fine.
Even our sickly members were on time.
I'm late? I thought rehearsal started at 9:30.
No.
Guess I was misinformed.
- Okay.
- All right, it was me.
But I figured the only way to make me better was to make Brett worse.
Bum, bum, bum, bum Bum, bum, bum Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba bum Bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum Bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum [Coughs, wheezes.]
Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum-bum, bum, bum Great job, everyone, and I want you to rest those voices at home.
I don't care if your loved one passes out in front of you.
You are to make to make that 911 call whispering.
And these are to keep your pipes lubricated for tomorrow when my M mm Choirmaster O'Neal [Laughs.]
gives us her final evaluations.
Jodi tea.
Allison tea.
Bill tea.
Brett double latte, whipped cream, extra milk.
Uh, pass on the phlegm-uccino.
Isn't dairy bad for the pipes? Is it? I'm not as challenged mentally as you are vertically.
What is your problem? Me? I'm not the one who's been trying to undermine me for the past week.
And what about you? I mean, you practically rode a Harley into the choir room and didn't laugh at my jokes, which are amazing and reflect my unique world view.
And don't forget your unnatural obsession with the limelight.
Oh, please.
You love it, too.
If I'm told to stand in the front, I stand in the front.
I can't help it if I look good there.
Okay, then what is your thing, Brett? I mean, you must have a flaw, otherwise you would have gone out of your way to make friends in a new church as opposed to being an aloof jerk.
I mean, I'm a likeable person! Why don't you like me?! That's the problem, you idiot.
I do like you.
Oh.
I had no idea.
Why didn't you tell me you were gay? Do you like avocados? Obviously.
They're good fats.
Why didn't you tell me you like avocados? [Scoffs.]
Okay, yeah.
I see your point.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not closeted or anything, I just don't go around announcing that I'm into dudes.
[Scoffs.]
Yeah, me, neither.
It's so tacky.
[Chuckles.]
I'm gay! I'm gay.
I'm gay.
I'm gay.
I'm gay.
I'm gay, I'm not European.
Yeah, sometimes the moment calls for it.
I'm sorry I was so standoffish.
I was crushing on you, and I totally overcompensated.
Well, we all have ways of protecting ourselves, right? Look, the only reason I joined the choir was to meet you.
And I didn't plan on getting the solo, and I certainly didn't intend to come between you and your mom, who you do talk about a lot.
- Yeah.
- So, I'll quit.
[Insincerely.]
What? No.
Yes.
This competition clearly means more to you than it does to me.
And I'd like to stick around.
So I get the solo and the guy.
It really is a Christmas miracle! Don't get on that bus! [Panting.]
It's eight minutes away.
Dad, what are you doing here? [Breathing heavily.]
I I I can't let you have sex with Ethan.
I mean, sex is awesome, and I know you probably don't want to hear that right now - I don't.
- But you need to.
And look, I can't stop you from having sex, but I can ll you that it will affect the rest of your life.
And if you decide to wait, I promise you will not regret moving too slow.
But if you go too far too fast, you can't go back in time.
Okay, take a breath.
[Panting.]
I'm not having sex with Ethan.
Oh, thank God.
[Sighs.]
Well, then, what are you doing?! I'm going to his house to give him his present.
Which is sex! Or a diorama of us at the Natural History Museum.
My is hero Suze Orman, his is Wes Anderson.
So I created a milieu of us looking at us looking at us.
And that's why he couldn't get it from anyone else but you.
But then why all the showers? I got glue in my hair from making the miniatures.
So whatever you thought I was doing gross.
Sorry, honey.
W-Why didn't you stop me from saying all of that? You were on a roll.
[Scoffs.]
I figured you were just working something out.
[Scoffs.]
Why would you even think that? Oh, it was Gloria.
She told me all these crazy things that I had to look up in the Urban Dictionary.
You definitely are Jimmy's dad.
Jimmy.
Mom? Whoa, what's What's up? I me Wha-wha What are What are you doing here? - Why were you just filming me? - I wasn't.
Hmm.
[British accent.]
I'm a chimney sweep! Y-You're giving me collywobbles, Dame Helen Mirren Ow! [Exhales sharply.]
It was Sheila DeMars! Okay, I offered her terrible things in exchange for my silence, but she made me film you.
By the way, you sleep with your eyes open.
I don't think that's normal.
You taped everything with the camera facing the wrong way.
There's nothing on here but hours and hours of your nostrils.
Oh, this is the best news ever! - [Chuckles.]
- Mm.
I am sorry I wronged you, Mom.
- Mm-hmm.
- And you are right Episcopalians are wily and highly sexual.
Well, you're not done with them yet.
I want you to go back to Sheila DeMars and tell her that we are doing "The Little Drummer Boy.
" - But you're not.
- Exactly.
I want to throw her off.
Now, is there anything else I need to know before I lead our choir to victory? Um Oh, did you hear Brett quit? No.
No, I did not hear that.
[Door closes.]
Kenny just who I wanted to see.
Will you hold this nail for me? I'd rather not.
You made Brett quit the choir, and now we have zero chance of winning.
Gee, thanks for that vote of confidence.
Maybe if you believed in me from the beginning, none of this would have happened.
You wanted him to join just as much as I did.
Right, but you care more about winning than your family.
Jimmy is out there spying for you Sweet, sweet, simple Jimmy.
That's how low you stoop.
Oh, excuse me, you wanted to give someone bronchitis.
You wanted to kick Allison out! And you agreed with me! Remember, when we were on the same page? [Sighs.]
[Sighs.]
You know what, I admit it.
I don't think this contest has brought out the best in either of us.
I know.
I'm gonna need like a month of Confession after this.
Well, you know, I guess we'll just get what we deserve A loser's plaque and a coupon for Applebee's.
Maybe we could write another ending.
[Drum playing.]
Bum, bum, ba-da, ba-da, ba-dum Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum On my drum? I can't believe she got an Iraq vet to be the drummer boy.
Remember, Mom We have a plan.
Bum, bum, bum What? Why are you taking off your robe? I can't do it.
I quit.
I appreciate all your help, but I'm just not cut out to sing.
No, you are not.
You sound like a seal in its death throes.
However, God only said you had to make a joyful noise.
He didn't say you had to use your mouth.
Bitchin'.
[Applause.]
Good luck topping Sergeant Rodriguez.
Oh, you know what? And by the way He's handing out gifts to homeless children later dressed as Santa.
So suck on that.
I'm not threatened by your cheap theatrics, but it's nice to see you and the fourth version of your face.
[Chatter.]
Now for our final singers of the night.
Let's hear it for St.
Barklay's.
[Cheers and applause.]
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear savior's birth [Sia's "The Greatest" plays.]
[Rapping.]
Hey, I am the truth Hey, I am the wisdom of the fallen I'm the youth Hey, I am the greatest, hey, this is the proof Hey, I work hard, pray hard, pay dues, hey Don't give up, I won't give up Don't give up, no, no, no Don't give up I won't give up Don't give up No, no, no - Fall on your knees - Don't give up, I won't give up Don't give up, no, no, no - Oh, hear the angel voices - Don't give up, I won't give up Don't give up, no, no, no I'm free to be the greatest, I'm alive I'm free to be the greatest I'm free to be the greatest here tonight - Free - The greatest Oh, night divine - Oh, don't give up, I won't give up - Oh, night when Christ was born - Don't give up, no, no, no - The greatest - Don't give up, I won't give up - Oh, night - Don't give up, no, no, no - Divine Oh, night The greatest night [Cheers and applause.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
And the winner of the 2016 Christmas Choir Competition is Universal Life Church.
- [Cheers and applause.]
- Mm.
We forgot about the gays.
[Sighs.]
You okay, Mom? Are you kidding? The Episcopalians lost.
I'm ecstatic! [Chuckles.]
What about you? I'm great.
Oh, this thing is idiot-proof.
[Scoffs.]
Instructions are for losers.
[Sniffs.]
There's also a strange scent of toast, which the camera may or may not be picking up.
[Eileen snoring.]
Everywhere I go, her eyes follow.
Oh, she's like a creepy painting.
What is that light in the sky? That's too close to be a star.
[Scoffs.]
[Sleigh bells jingling.]
Oh, my God.
It's Santa.
Santa! Santa!! I've been real good this year!