The Neighborhood (2018) s07e17 Episode Script

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Oh, damn, he went down hard!
I mean, on his nose.
It's only a flesh wound.
What?
'Tis but a scratch.
What what are you saying, Dave?
Seriously? Come on. What
What you gonna do, bleed on me?
Okay, is that, is that from a song?
Oh, I think it's a movie
from their culture.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
It's Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Everybody's seen it.
Who's "everybody"?
I told you, Dave, I haven't seen
any of those flying magic boy movies.
It is not Harry Potter.
It's Monty Python.
It's one of the funniest
movies of all time.
Oh, I get it.
It's like white people's
Coming to America.
Y Yes. Exactly.
But, you know, better.
- Whoa.
- Whoa. You trippin'.
What's the matter with you?
Oh, anybody need another beer?
Uh, Malcolm, you heard
what your agent said.
She wants to see a copy
of your novel in 30 days.
- You can't be writing impaired.
- What?
Trey, when was the last time
you did anything not impaired?
Oh, he banged on him.
Ay-yo, Austin Reaves is a bad boy.
I'm telling you, he looks like Dave,
- but he'll posterize you.
- Yeah.
Okay, you know what?
I bet you guys five dollars
that I can slam dunk.
Dave, you couldn't dunk a doughnut.
Driveway! Now!
Watch me work!
Oh, I got to see it.
Hey, you better have some real money.
Dave, you've been
stretching for like 15 minutes.
You're not getting any taller.
All right, you know
what? Fine, here we go.
Johnson to the hole!
Big dawg doing big
things like a dawg do ♪
Dawg in him, I'm a handful ♪
Big fangs, claws on him ♪
Stay hungry, get it ♪
Woof-woof. ♪
Oh! Oh!
Oh. Oh.
Dave, uh, put some ice on that.
Oh, I I'm posting this.
Let me see.
You know, I hate to be petty, but, uh,
- I'm gonna need that five dollars.
- Yes.
Welcome to the block,
welcome to The Neighborhood ♪
Welcome to the hood. ♪
Game time.
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa. Sit down, LeBron.
The doctor was very clear.
You have a hairline
fracture in your collarbone.
If you don't sit completely still,
you could make it worse.
I feel fantastic.
That's because you're on
very, very powerful painkillers.
Mm-hmm. Now, relax.
I'll go get you some ice.
You sure are pretty.
Thank you.
Those new jeans?
I always wear these.
Well, they're terrible.
These are my favorite.
Well, they're wack.
Wiggity-wiggity-wiggity-
wiggity-wiggity-wack.
- I'm gonna go finish my dunk.
- No!
No, no, no, no, no. Ooh, no, no, no.
Your dunking days are over.
- You smell pretty.
- Aw, thank you.
Mama's so sorry she has to
keep working on the weekends.
Your grandpa and your daddy
want to open a second Fusebox
in a ridiculously short amount of time,
and Mama is the only one
that knows how to make it work.
Aw.
Well, some of that is true, honey,
and some of that is just
Mama being mean to Dada.
I just hate how much I'm missing.
I missed her first
high five the other day.
Oh, my God. It was so adorable.
Mommy!
I mean, she had her thumb folded,
so it was really like a low four.
Oh, but don't worry.
There will be plenty of
milestones for you to see.
Thank you, Mrs. B.
Have fun with her today.
Oh, don't you worry, we will.
We are gonna go to the sandbox,
and we're gonna feed the ducks,
and then we're gonna
have tea at the Langham
Mom, Mom. Mom.
Remember what we said about
not torturing Courtney?
Well, that's why I didn't
mention the trolley ride.
- You're gonna go on the trolley, too?
- All right. Let's go to work. Okay.
- We're going to work. I know.
- I wanted to take her on
Say bye-bye.
- Oh, bye.
- Oh, yeah, she's gonna miss you.
Oh, look, she misses you already!
Aw!
It was so nice of you
to make Dave a cake.
Ah, it's the least we can do,
considering Calvin goaded
Dave into trying to dunk.
And by accepting this cake,
you forfeit the right to take
any legal action against us.
Enjoy.
Cream cheese frosting.
White chocolate chips.
Oh.
Mmm. Mmm.
Tina this is not your best.
What did he say?
Don't pay him any attention.
He's on serious pain medication.
Yeah, well, he's gonna need some more.
Now, what is the deal
with Black people and red velvet cake?
- Now, they always are just going on
- Dave, Dave, don't finish that thought.
No, you know what?
I I want to hear this.
I'm just Come on, I I'm
I'm tired
of pretending that it's awesome.
You know what's awesome? Cookies cakes.
I love cookies cakes.
Tina, go make me a cookies cake.
Calvin, hold the baby.
No, he doesn't know what he's saying.
Come on, babe. How
about we just go, all right?
All right. Come on, Daphne.
Let's go feed the ducks, yeah.
Mama.
Oh, my God. Did you hear that?
She just said her first word.
She just said "Mama"!
- Oh, good for you, Daphne.
- Oh.
Uh, Tina?
I'm excited for her first word and all,
but you do realize she
just called you "Mama"?
Instead of her actual mama.
Oh, damn.
Oh, this isn't good.
Courtney already feels bad
about not spending enough time with her.
Well, you've been spending
so much time with her,
she's really getting attached to you.
Well, I can't help it if they
leave her with me all the time.
I'd love to take her for you,
but I have to babysit Dave.
Well, Calvin can watch him.
What? No, I I'm busy.
Oh. What were you gonna do?
Chill.
Like I said, Calvin's got him.
Come on, Gemma.
Courtney would be devastated to know
- that her baby called somebody else "Mama."
- Oh.
Especially an old person.
- Okay, he got one more time.
- Okay. Okay.
- Okay. Okay.
- One more time.
Oh, my baby, I know.
Your mama's gonna whup his ass.
Bet you five dollars I could
slam dunk a basketball.
Dave, sit your ass down.
Ooh, Daphne. Look at
these cool L.A. moms,
with their fresh blowouts
and designer baby bags
and thousand-dollar strollers.
No, don't stare at
them. Don't be thirsty.
Oh. Oh.
Hey, can I help you?
I'm sorry, she's not usually like this.
Don't be silly.
I'm Michelle. Who's this?
Gemma.
Oh, uh, this is Daphne.
She's adorable.
Aw. Thank you.
How old are you?
Thirty-nine.
Okay, you're funny.
Ah. Oh. Come hang with us.
We've got morning buns.
I love morning buns.
I don't even know what those are.
Yep, come on, Dave.
Let's make the best of it.
I know being injured can be tough.
You know, one time, I hurt my knee
- sacking the quarterback and
- Oh, here we go.
The glory days.
Oof. Go ahead, Calvin,
trot out the greatest hits.
- I thought you liked my football stories.
- Oh, yeah, I do.
Every time you tell
them, your stats get better.
Eat your damn sandwich.
How'd you manage to burn the outside
without melting the cheese inside?
Calvin
you better stick to cars.
Dave, listen.
For your information, this is how you
You know, I I'm gonna make
this very simple for you, Calvin.
How about a granola bar?
Sure.
Go on, now.
Hey, Pop. Mama said
you might need a break.
I'm taking a breather
from my writing, so
Bye.
A breather?
Is that what we're calling it?
What are you saying, Dave?
Let me spell it out for you, Mr. Writer.
You are procrastinating.
Have you even started?
Yes. A Word document has
been opened, titled and saved.
What's the title?
"Malcolm's big book."
Look, Malcolm, I get it.
It's hard to start writing.
You know, you worry you
don't have what it takes,
that you haven't lived enough,
you haven't traveled enough.
You don't have anything
interesting to say.
And even if you did,
who would want to read it?
Man, I've lived! I've had adventures!
Well, yeah, sure, I
mean, you could write
Journey to the Center of the House
30 Feet Away from My Parents.
That's a stupid-ass title.
Hey, Pop!
Pop, come get your friend!
Man.
Oh. You finished writing already?
No. I mean, what would
I even write about, Trey?
The Journey to the Center of the House
of the Boy Who's Never Been Nowhere?
What?
Man, it's just something Dave said.
- I don't know.
- Man, forget Dave.
When you played ball,
you went everywhere.
You went to Albuquerque.
You went to Little Rock.
You even had a layover in New York.
Yeah, man, but I
blew that all up for this.
Exactly. So this has to work for us.
What you mean "us"?
I'm part of your literary crew.
Like that show
Entourage. I'm your Turtle.
Well, I don't know
what to tell you, Trey.
I guess this is what writer's block is.
You know what?
Good thing for you, I
have writer's unblock.
I am not eating your weed gummies, Trey.
- What page you on?
- One.
Oh, what the hell?
- It's like strawberry.
- Yeah.
You know what? I'm-a go
get you something to eat.
- I'm not even hungry.
- You will be.
Was I just supposed to eat one?
Tina, Tina, Tina, Tina.
Come here.
One of the moms was
wearing these sunglasses.
I swear I saw J.Lo wearing them.
These women are so cool.
And they were talking about
going on a wine train to
Temecula next weekend,
and they invited me.
So, this is a moms' group?
A cool moms' group.
They just added me to the group chat.
I'm gonna put in a heart emoji.
Okay, Gemma, so you
were in the park with the baby,
a group of moms with
babies invited you to join them.
They think you're Daphne's mom.
Oh, God.
Oh, but I've always wanted
to be in a group like this.
Back when Grover was
a baby in Kalamazoo,
all the other moms
were, you know regular.
Earthy. Lot of Crocs.
Says the woman wearing hobo jeans.
Okay, Gemma, I'm sorry,
but it seems to me they only
want you in their little clique
because you either adopted a Black baby
or you're in an interracial marriage.
With me, the whitest man in America.
- Oh, hey, guys.
- Hey, baby.
- Hey, Daphne.
- Oh, I put her to sleep. She's sleeping.
Okay. How'd it go today, Mom?
Oh, fine. You know, no big news.
Except Daphne said her first word.
Oh, my God! That is fantastic.
What did she say?
- "Apple."
- "Canoe."
"Canoe"? Really, Gemma?
- She said "Mama."
- Oh.
But to your mama,
not your baby mama.
Oh.
Oh. Oh, boy. Uh, okay.
- Courtney cannot find out about this.
- No.
Marty, you wear a lot of ugly sweaters.
But this one has gots to be the ugliest.
Who is this person?!
"as the streetlights
flickered to life on Palmer Avenue."
Boom! Chapter one is done.
Chapter two,
already in my head.
Hey, we be writing, boy.
Yeah.
Hey, man, th-that weed gummy of yours,
it really helped me
to stop overthinking.
You know, the story
just flowed out of me.
- What'd I tell you?
- Yeah.
But but
Trey, is this a problem?
Like, do I need to be high to write?
Is this story all mine,
or is it the weed?
- What?
- Man, if it was the weed,
I'd be Shakespeare.
Man, it wasn't nothing in that gummy
but sugar and one
percent real fruit juice.
What?
Yeah, I just said it was weed
to get you out of your own way.
If I'd given you one of my real
weed gummies
boy, you'd be walking
down the street butt-naked,
trying to type on an open pizza box.
- Why would I do that?
- Why did I do that?
So this story is all mine?
All you.
You're damn right it's all
mine, because I'm a writer.
- What are you? What are you?
- I'm a writer. I'm a writer!
- Dakota?
- Mm-hmm?
These deviled eggs are
the best I have ever had.
Once you eat eggs from your own chicken,
you just can't go back to store-bought.
Ah.
I have got to get a coop.
Yes.
- Gemma.
- And just go outside, get the eggs
- Gemma?
- From my chickens in the morning
Gemma!
How y'all doing?
How you How you doing?
Hi.
You said you were taking
Daphne around the block.
What are you doing?
I know, I know. I'm going to tell them.
Right after the wine train.
Gemma, you have got
to stop this weird charade.
Now, give me my grandbaby!
Aw. Hey, Gemma. Who's this?
- Okay, see, I
- Oh!
Is this your wife?
Yes.
This is my wife, Tina.
Tina.
- You must come on the wine train next weekend.
- Oh.
Well, see, the thing is, I, uh
- I, uh
- It's eight courses of amazing food,
beautiful scenery, heavy pours.
We're visiting five vineyards,
and at the last one,
Alicia Keys is performing.
Alicia Keys?
Oh, baby, why didn't you tell me that?
Admit it, those moms are cool.
Yeah, they're cool.
And I guess it's good that Daphne
has a playgroup on the weekends.
Right? Come on.
Okay, we can do the wine train.
And we can hang with them
in the park, occasionally.
But no kissing on the mouth!
Okay, but I'm just
saying, it sells it if we
- Gemma, don't play with me.
- Okay, fine.
Hey, hey.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Well, we did it.
We finished the whole expansion plan
for the charging nodes
at the new Fusebox.
Congratulations!
On whatever the hell you just said.
Thank you, Mrs. B.
You have been babysitting so much,
every weekend, and
I know it's been a lot.
Hey, happy to help.
Hey! Where's my baby?
- Oh, come here.
- Oh. There she is.
Mama.
Oh, my God!
She said her first word!
Oh, my God!
Did she just call me "Mama"?
Who else would she be talking to?
Yes, I am your mama. Yes.
Oh, my gosh, this hurts.
Well, I gave you the last
of your pain pills at noon.
They must've worn off.
Oh.
Is this for me?
I thought you didn't like red velvet.
Not like red velvet? I love red velvet.
Mmm.
Tina, my compliments to the chef.
Knocked it out of the
park. This is so moist.
Dave's back.
If you think I'm gonna forgive
you about what you said yest
Tina, forget about Dave.
Let's go drink wine and
talk about Alicia Keys.
Calvin, did I say something
bad? I I can't remember a thing.
Well, honestly, Dave,
you were a straight jackass.
You know, some of the things
you said sounded like me.
And honesty is good,
but I don't think we can have two mes.
I don't know.
Two Calvins sounds pretty awesome to me.
Well, it's good to have you back, buddy.
Since I'm the one that got
you into this, I guess I owe you.
So
what do you say we watch
your British snake movie?
Monty Python and the Holy Grail?
Sure.
She turned me into a newt.
Lose the
bloody accent, Dave, or I'm leavin'.
Okay, fine. Blimey.
- All right.
- Oh, hey, no, no, no.
Okay, okay, fine.
Fine. Blimey.
All right.
David
Oh, come on, Daph, you can say it.
Who am I? I'm your mama.
- "Mama."
- Okay, okay.
She's got "Mama." All right.
Daph, try "Dada."
"Dada." "Dada."
"Dada." Say "Dada."
We're getting there.
- It's close.
- Oh!
Look, Bronwyn.
It's your friend Daphne.
Daphne, hello.
Uh, hi.
Hi. Hi.
Uh, I I'm Marty,
and this is Courtney.
How great!
You must be babysitting
for Gemma and her wife Tina.
Oh.
Excuse me?
Tell them I said hi.
- Marty
- No, it's already ringing.