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never have i ever script ( episode 10 )

𝔂π“ͺ𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰. 2021. 10. 7. 22:24

Hey, it's your boy McEnroe again.

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Now, you may be wondering

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did Devi redecorate and become a super fan

of the classic rock power-group,

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The Doobie Brothers?

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Not quite.

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A week ago, Devi and her mom

had an epic blowout

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after Nalini said

they were relocating to India.

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You remember,

the fight where Devi said this:

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I wish you were the one

that died that night.

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After dropping that bomb,

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Devi decided

she had to move out of the house

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before her mom had a chance

to move her across the globe.

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But where to go?

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She wasn't really on speaking terms

with her two best friends,

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and it would be psycho

to ask a guy she's only kissed once

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if she could live with him.

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So there's really only one person left.

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Hey, David.

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Um, did something kinda weird happen?

Or did I do something dumb at my party?

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He's talking about this:

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- Whoa. Were you just trying to kiss me?

- Uh...

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And then four seconds later, this:

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Ben, what the hell?

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Anyway, if I did,

that was just alcohol doing its thang.

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So I... I hope that

you're not feeling weird, or awkward,

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- because I...

- Can I move in with you?

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Ben's parents were surprisingly

cool about letting Devi move in.

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Their only concern was

that their last boarder,

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a Greek foreign-exchange student

named Stavros,

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had robbed them

and tried to seduce Ben's mother.

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Devi promised she would do neither,

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and was invited to stay

in their rock-and-roll themed guest room.

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So now Devi got ready for school

under the soulful gaze

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of Howard Gross's favorite clients.

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- Good morning.

- Morning.

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Good morning, Devi.

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I have made your favorite:

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- Meat lover's omelet.

- Thank you, Patty.

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Here's number one million and one

of the things

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I couldn't get if I moved to India...

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'cause nobody eats meat there.

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Well, actually,

that's a common misconception.

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Only about 20 to 30 percent

of the population in India

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are truly vegetarian.

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I did an extra-credit report

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for World History on the cuisines

of South Asia.

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Suck-up.

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You know, I would've run away earlier

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if I'd known I'd get to use a bathroom

with a TV in it.

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Yeah. I like to watch Billions

in the bath.

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Mmm.

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- Have you heard from your mom?

- No.

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Honestly, I'm surprised

she hasn't had the police come over here

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to drag you home.

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I'm not sure she wants me back.

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I mean, I'm like the only Indian child

ever to run away from home

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aside from Mowgli.

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Mowgli didn't run away.

He was lost after a tiger attack.

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What? I'm a reader.

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Look, maybe you should just apologize.

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Why should I apologize?

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She is the one who's ruining my life

by moving me to India.

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I never even got to go to Coachella, Ben.

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India is not that different

from Coachella.

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It's crowded, dusty.

Diplo's sort of around.

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Forget it. I'm not going.

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You could ask my dad to help you

emancipate yourself like a child actor.

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It usually goes pretty well for them.

You're looking to get into meth, right?

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- Hello, Devi.

- Jesus! Kamala, what the hell?

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I'm sorry. I've been told before

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that my light tread is too elegant

to be detected by the human ear.

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What are you doing here?

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I thought you might need

some things from home.

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It seemed like you packed in haste.

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Yeah. I've been using

Ben's deodorant all week.

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So, do you think

you might return home sometime soon?

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It's not as much fun

watching 90 Day Fiancé

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without your color commentary

about all the, quote, "delusional uggos."

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I don't know, Kamala.

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Your mother also misses you a lot.

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Did she say that?

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Not in words,

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but I did see her hesitate when

she threw out all your favorite snacks.

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So, is it nice over at Ben's?

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It's friggin' luxurious.

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They have a pool. They have a gym.

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They use hella cushy soft toilet paper.

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Not that one-ply trash Mom buys.

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And they let me use the dishwasher.

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I'm sure if you came home,

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I could convince your mother

to let you run the dishwasher once.

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Oh! Which home?

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The one here,

or the one I'm being dragged to in India?

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Obviously, you won't need a dishwasher

in India because you'll have servants.

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Please just tell my mom

I'm not coming home

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until she promises not to move.

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Hello. You're beautiful. Are you new here?

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Uh... excuse me?

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I'm Eric,

a very popular and handsome jock.

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Would you like to be my girlfriend?

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Eric, get out of here.

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I totally get it. Have a good day.

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Hello, Arlene, this is Nalini Vishwakumar.

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Oh, of course. Hello!

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Oh. How's that classic three and two?

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- It's fine.

- Fine?

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Sounds like it's time for you guys

to upgrade to a four and three,

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and I have new listing off of Moorpark

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with the most beautiful en suite

you have ever seen in your life.

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And you tell Mohan it's got a rain shower.

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I would, but, um... sadly,

he passed away eight months ago.

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Oh, my God!

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Oh, I am so sorry.

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Thank you,

and that's actually why I'm calling.

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I have decided to move

my daughter and I back to India,

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and, um, I'm looking to put my house

on the market.

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Uh, okay, sure. I'll get right on it.

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- Thank you.

- But it is such a shame, you know?

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Mohan really loved that house.

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Can you believe it?

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Wow. This is perfect.

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Does it get any more Southern California

than this?

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It's 90210, baby.

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Actually, it's 91403.

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A higher number. Even better!

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How come in all the movies about Hollywood

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no one mentions

how many spiders live here?

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Forget about the spiders

and look at the house.

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We could plant a little garden here,

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grow fresh tomatoes for thakkali sambar,

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and our children could get married

right here on this lawn.

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And when we grow old,

we can sit on the porch

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and shake our fists at the skateboarders.

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I do like to shake my fist.

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So, you thinking this is the one, folks?

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Yes.

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Yes, this is our home.

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Wonderful! I'll get started

on the paperwork.

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Welcome to the Valley, folks,

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LA's responsible sister.

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Oh, my gosh. What is this song?

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It's a sign. It is a beautiful day!

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Arlene, can you please turn up that music?

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Sure.

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This is my new favorite song.

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No!

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Devi had hoped that

kissing Paxton wasn't a one-time thing,

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but ever since he showed up at her house,

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he had been a little bit,

how do you say… distant?

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Hey. I haven't seen you all week.

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Yeah, I've been busy.

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Cool.

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So listen, I'm sorry my mom

was so crazy to you the other day.

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It's fine.

I don't really care what your mom thinks.

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Totally.

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I mean, honestly, I got

into a huge fight with her after that.

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Listen, I need to get to class.

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For sure, uh, but would you maybe

wanna hang out after school or something?

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I don't know. I, like, have a lot going on

with swimming and stuff.

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Oh, God.

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Get out of there, Devi.

This is a classic brush-off.

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Cool. Well, if you change your mind

or anything...

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Hey, move it along. We do not give grades

for hallway loitering.

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Go learn something.

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Okay. Here you go.

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What's the point

of all the ceramics in here?

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Just to make the place seem homier.

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Make my patients feel

a little more comfortable.

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Strange.

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So, I'm glad you came in today.

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I mean, I didn't think you were someone

who believed in therapy.

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I don't. It's for white people.

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I mean, clearly,

there are some exceptions.

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I am not quite sure what to make of that,

so I'm gonna ignore it.

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What I do want to talk about

is Devi's progress.

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Yeah.

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- I'm concerned.

- Yeah, me too.

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I told her we were moving us

back to India,

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and she ran away to live with a family

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who apparently run their dishwasher

day and night.

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- Wait. You're moving back to India?

- Yeah, we have to.

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Devi is out of control. She needs to be

in an environment that values discipline.

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Sure, but changing your geography

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won't necessarily change the problems

that Devi is dealing with.

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Well, I'm certainly not fixing them here

on my own.

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I know that I'm not as good as Mohan,

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but I am trying.

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You must miss him a lot.

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How are you handling your grief?

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Oh, you know what?

I am not falling for this one.

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I'm here to talk about my daughter

who wishes I were dead.

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- I don't think that's true.

- That is true.

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She said, quote,

"I wish you were the one who had died."

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And that she didn't think I liked her.

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Why do you think Devi feels that way?

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Because I'm tough on her.

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I am. I know that.

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But it's only because I am scared...

all the time.

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When she couldn't walk, I, um...

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You don't always have to be so strong.

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I mean, it might help her to know

that you're also struggling.

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Come on.

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What good would that do? Huh?

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Have you considered falling apart

might actually be the thing that...

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brings your family back together?

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Tomorrow is Mohan's birthday.

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He'd be so sad if he knew

we weren't speaking.

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These ceramics are quite comforting.

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For white people too.

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All right.

Trent thinks he can eat an...

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- No, I know.

- No, you think...

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In one bite, in one bite... Prove it!

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- Are you guys ready? 'Cause I'm ready.

- Prove it. Go ahead.

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Do it. Stuff it! Stuff it! Stuff it!

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Get it in there. Yes!

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Devi, you have a visitor.

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Paxton?

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Oh, Miss Vivian does not allow

any sugar in the house.

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- She's on keto diet and...

- Just take it.

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What are you doing here?

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I'm here because... um...

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even though your behavior

has been outrageous

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and incredibly disrespectful, I...

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I don't want us to fight anymore.

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Today is your father's birthday, and...

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I think it's time for us

to scatter his ashes.

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Would you do that with me?

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You want to spread his ashes?

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Why does it have to be today?

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Because it's his birthday,

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and we probably should have

done it a long time ago.

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Or maybe it's because you want to do

some spring cleaning

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before uprooting the whole family,

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and you're trying to get rid

of unnecessary junk like Dad.

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Devi, that's, that's unkind.

I... I wanted us to do this together.

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Well, you can count me out.

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I'm not Marie Kondo-ing

members of this family

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for your dumb India move.

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Okay.

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Like I said...

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I don't want to fight with you.

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If you change your mind,

Kamala and I are leaving the house

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for Malibu at 5:00 p.m.

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God, Dad, you have great flexibility.

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Make sure you drink

a lot of water today, okay?

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Sure thing, champ.

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Excuse me. I don't mean to intrude,

but, Mr. Gross sir,

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I was wondering if you could help me

become emancipated from my mother.

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What? Devi, I was joking

when I said that.

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I know, but now it seems like

a good option for me.

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It's a bit hard to do, sweetie.

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Are you financially independent?

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No, but I think my friend Rebecca

could get me a job at Old Navy.

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Let me look into it,

and, uh, I'll see what I can do.

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No, Dad, she didn't mean it.

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Can I talk to you?

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Thank you, Mr. Gross.

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Devi, what's going on?

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My mom just came in here

and was being all like,

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"I don't wanna fight anymore.

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Come spread you dad's ashes with me

at the beach."

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Isn't that a good thing?

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No, it's a ploy to get me back

so that I have to move to India with her.

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And honestly, I can't believe

she's using my dad's ashes like that.

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That's, like, immoral.

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So you're not going to spread

your dad's ashes?

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Nope. I'm not falling for her tricks.

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I really think you should talk to her

and clear this up.

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I don't negotiate with terrorists, Ben.

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And honestly,

I'm mature enough to be on my own.

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Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna Google how to buy a credit card.

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I really only thought

I'd be buying two Frappuccinos

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since I only asked two of you here.

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Don't be cheap, Ben.

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If you need to talk to us that urgently,

you can also afford to hydrate our lovers.

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Fine. Why does the robot need a coffee?

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Uh, have you not seen Westworld?

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He doesn't know he's a robot.

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Here you go, Gears.

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Thank you. Boy, am I thirsty.

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So what's this about?

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Your blazer makes me think you're trying

to rope us into a pyramid scheme.

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So, what is it?

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I'm really worried about Devi.

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Listen, I'm sorry, Ben,

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but Eleanor and I are on a friend break

with Devi right now.

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So I guess you'll just have

to figure it out on your own.

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There's no such thing as a friend break.

You're either friends, or you're not.

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And Devi needs you.

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I don't know how much you've heard,

but she ran away from home.

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- She's trying to emancipate herself.

- Ooh, like a child actor? Chic.

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Yeah, and now she's refusing

to go with her mom

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to spread her dad's ashes today.

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She is?

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You guys know her better than anyone.

You're the only people she'll listen to.

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So, will you help?

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Oh, mama. That sure hit the spot.

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Devi called.

She wants to work with me at Old Navy.

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Isn't that cool?

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Yeah, sure.

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How come she hasn't come over in a while?

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I thought you told me you kissed.

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- I kiss a lot of girls.

- Yeah, but most of them suck.

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And I like Devi.

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Doesn't mean I need

to make her my girlfriend.

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You should.

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Listen, I don't wanna sound conceited,

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but I'm kind of cool,

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and she's, like, known for competing

in the National Spelling Bee.

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- Oh, no.

- What?

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You're a douche.

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- I am not.

- Yeah, you are.

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Rebecca, look. We kissed one time.

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I don't need to marry her.

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Also, her mom basically called me stupid,

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and I don't need

that kinda negative energy in my life.

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Oh, so you're scared

she's smarter than you?

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No. Uh...

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That's pretty rude, Rebecca.

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Well, if you blow her off,

then actually, you are stupid.

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Hey, you have guests.

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Whoa. What is this room?

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Why are they here?

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I'd prefer not to have

any visitors right now.

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First off, this is my house,

so I can bring anyone I want...

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except for my dad's old law partner

who poached Channing Tatum from him.

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I asked them to come and help you.

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Help me what?

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You have to go with your mom

to spread your dad's ashes.

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Even though we haven't talked,

we still care about you,

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and we don't want you to make a decision

you're gonna regret forever.

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You know, you're one

to talk about regrets, Eleanor.

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What are you even wearing?

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Tan pants, tan shirt.

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And you're not gonna regret

quitting the play,

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or dressing like a park ranger

for the rest of your life?

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This isn't about me.

We're talking about you right now.

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I know Devi is deflecting,

but she has a point, El.

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Last night, I saw you eat a plain yogurt

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and watch the Home Shopping Network

as entertainment.

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That sounds really bleak, Eleanor.

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I know you don't want to be like your mom,

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but this new you

can't be making you happy.

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It's not. I'm miserable.

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I hate neutral tones.

I miss my scarves and capes.

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Of course, you do because they're you,

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and so is acting.

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You should be a part of the play.

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You're right.

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I was pretending to be someone I'm not,

which I should only be doing on stage.

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Wow. Even saying the word "stage"

makes me feel better.

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Guys, I am so sorry I wasn't there for you

when you needed me.

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I know I don't deserve another chance,

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but I really, really miss you.

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We miss you too, Devi.

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Maybe we could hang out sometime?

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Yeah, I think so.

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We'll call you tomorrow. Aw!

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Hey, guys. You didn't do the thing.

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Get her to spread her dad's ashes.

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- I totally forgot why we were here.

- Oh!

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You just like used

straight-up Jedi mind tricks on us.

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I know, but I did mean what I said.

I really do miss you guys.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You still have to go to Malibu.

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So my mom can ship me off to India?

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That's not why you don't wanna go.

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You don't wanna go because you don't wanna

say goodbye to him.

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But you have to.

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I'm not ready.

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Yes, you are. You can do this.

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You gotta go.

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Go, Devi.

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The time is now 4:55.

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Oh, my God. I'm not gonna make it in time!

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I'll get you there.

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Hey, Ben, when you said,

"I'll get you there,"

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you made it seem like you understood

the urgency of the situation.

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- I do.

- Then drive faster, bro!

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This is my dad's car,

and I only have a permit.

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I'm not gonna throw my life away for you.

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At least drive the speed limit.

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Oh, my God. Grandma, go!

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Hey, stop pushing my leg.

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This is not how you treat a Porsche.

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Should we wait a little bit longer?

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She's not coming, Kamala.

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We don't have to do this today, you know.

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It's his birthday.

I want to take him somewhere he loves.

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Shit! My mom's car is gone.

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Andy, did you see my mom leave?

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Yeah, not long ago.

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She had an intense vibe.

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Dammit. They already left for Malibu.

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I gotta call them.

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Straight to voicemail.

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I'll take you to Malibu.

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I think it might be faster

if I just take a Lyft.

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No. I'll be faster this time.

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Although I've never been

on the highway before,

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but how hard could it be?

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Holy shit. We're gonna die!

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How is it legal to drive 70 miles an hour

around a thousand other cars?

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- Okay. Just relax.

- I am relaxed.

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Please wait. I'm on my way to you.

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Why is that guy so close to me?

Does he not see me?

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I'm right next to you, pal.

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Oh, my God! Use your fricking blinker!

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Mom! Wait!

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Mom! Kamala! Stop!

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Wait, please!

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Are you okay, kid?

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Oh, fuck. You're John McEnroe.

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I am.

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Whoa! It's me. Small world.

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My dad's your biggest fan.

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That's awesome,

but why are you crying and screaming?

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Because my mom

is about to toss my dad in the ocean,

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- and I can't make it down there in time.

- Huh?

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His ashes, I mean. Sorry. He's dead.

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Yeah, a lot of my fans are now.

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I was such a shitty daughter,

and I said I wouldn't come.

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Now they're doing it without me.

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I'm trying to scream,

but they can't hear me.

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Well, they'll certainly hear me.

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We can't do this without Devi.

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Wait! Hey!

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Don't throw your husband's ashes

in the water!

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Is that John McEnroe?

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- Thank you so much, Mr. McEnroe.

- No problem, kid.

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Now, you give your dad

a proper send off, okay? Get going.

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Mom!

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Did I miss it? Am I too late?

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I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for everything.

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I can't believe I said,

"I wish you were dead." I didn't mean it.

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No, no. Don't apologize.

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Sometimes I also wish

I was the one who had died.

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No.

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I know you think that it was your father

who was the only one who cared about you,

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but that's not true.

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I love you.

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You're my only child.

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You're my whole family.

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I love you too, Mom. I love you.

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Now how about we celebrate your father?

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Yeah.

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Okay.

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Okay, Kamala, if you please.

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Goodbye, my love.

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"'I love you right up to the moon, '

he said."

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Up, up. Racket head up, and through.

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Ha, ha!

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I think your father would've enjoyed

that little ceremony.

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It was beautiful...

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except for when that booze cruise came by.

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So many topless women.

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I think Mohan would've

enjoyed that as well.

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Mom, can we make pancakes for dinner

like he used to?

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Of course,

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but you have to come home to eat them.

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Okay.

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Go ahead. I'll be right there.

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Hi. Was I drooling?

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Sorry.

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Uh, how did it go?

Did you make it down there in time?

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Yeah.

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You stayed.

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Yeah. I just wanted to make sure

you were okay.

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It's Devi. Leave a message.

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Oh, hey, um, I'm in your neighborhood.

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Thought maybe we can hang out,

but, uh, it seems like you're busy, so...

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Uh...

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Anyway, you can give me a call

or text. Whatever.

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Okay.

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