Lucy: The Daughter of the Devil (2005) s01e07 Episode Script
The Busboy
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SENATOR:
I need you to give
my [bleep] son a job.
SATAN:
Hmm.
SENATOR:
It can be anything.
I just need him tucked away
somewhere during the campaign.
He's a registered sex offender.
Did you know that?
SATAN:
Uh, not surprised.
I mean, look at him.
BECKY:
We'll do whatever we can to
help with the campaign, Senator.
SATAN:
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, Becky.
All right,
I have some thoughts
about your campaign.
I got to tell you, I think
you're playing it too safe.
Master, with all due respect,
the Presidential campaign
is a delicate thing.
I can't just -- pbht! -- spray
it all out there.
[ laughs ]
What?
Pbht!
What does that mean, huh?
Senator.
Pbht!
Spray it all out there.
Are you telling me?
SENATOR:
I was making --
You're telling me how to run
a Presidential campaign?
SENATOR:
I was making a metaphor.
And you're gonna --
pbht! --
Spray it all out there, huh?
SATAN:
Is that what you want to do?
I am in --
I've had people tell me --
I think what
the Senator is
trying to say,
Satan, is that he
appreciates your input
and your assistance.
Here's what
the Senator said
to me -- pbht!
Spray it all out there.
I know how much
you hate when
people make
that noise, but
let's not lose focus.
We're all working
towards the
same goal here.
[ sighs ]
I'm sorry.
I'm on the South Beach diet.
And it makes me a little edgy.
Not to mention I have hygiene issues.
When someone goes,
"pbht!" and
it's not me,
it's not hygienic.
Sorry about that.
That's all right.
Hey,
I'm sure we can find
something for
the Senator's son.
What about something
at the restaurant?
- That's fine.
- No, no.
You know what?
You can be a busboy.
Oh, great. Oh.
SENATOR'S SON TAD:
Take any glasses back,
dirty plates?
Nope. I'm good.
TAD:
Okay.
Hey, you see that lady over there?
She got the Chimichanga,
but she only ate half.
Good to know.
[ laughs ]
She left over a lot of guacamole.
She sure did.
Mmm. She left over a lot of food.
It's still warm.
Okay.
You're nice.
Uh, thanks?
Well, better get this stuff
into the kitchen.
Okay.
TAD:
'Cause I'm gonna [bleep] it.
What?
What did you just say?
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
LUCY:
Okay.
TAD:
[ moaning pleasurably ]
TAD:
Oh, Lucy.
Oh, Lucy.
Lucy!
All right,
so, the first
thing we got to
do is go on the
sex-offender registry and erase
Tad's information before someone
finds it and uses it against
Senator Whitehead.
SATAN:
Hmm.
Are you with me?
I got to say, I don't like
the way he's running
his campaign.
Yeah, you mentioned that.
He's gonna lose
if he tries
to go around
kissing babies.
I think you
might be right.
I thought he
was gonna run as
the first openly Satanic candidate, you know?
Yeah, well, I'm on the
sex-offender site,
so what do you want to do?
Wow, look at that.
You can see them on a map?
BECKY:
Yeah, you haven't seen this?
And look,
you click on one of
those dots,
and it brings up his mug shot.
It's like the worst online
dating site in the world.
SATAN:
Ooh, look at that guy.
BECKY:
Yeah.
SATAN:
Wait, wait.
- Go back to the map for a second.
- BECKY: Uh-huh.
What does that look like?
- BECKY: What, the dots?
- SATAN: Yeah.
SATAN:
It looks like a smiley face.
BECKY:
Oh, yeah.
Except for this one guy.
He's messing it up.
Should we move him?
SATAN:
Yeah.
Let's move them
all and spell
something out --
Something fun,
like "Gotcha" with an
exclamation point.
[ laughs ]
Or spell
"Whitehead for President."
That's funny.
How about just a big "W"?
That's funny, too, Becky.
You're having fun at work.
- Fun?
- Yes!
Yeah, I guess.
You were, Becky.
Don't take it back.
No, this is --
this is fun.
Don't do that.
Don't itch your neck.
Hey, want to see some
food-igami?
Food-igami?
[ JESÚS ]
Yes.
Nice!
Awesome!
I decided to start working
with food because
food is elemental.
It's personal.
Universal.
I want to take food
and turn it into food.
Here you are, kid.
KID:
Thanks.
STEVE:
Great.
We got it there.
- Nice job, Steve.
- STEVE: No prob.
- Hey, Luce.
- LUCY: Yeah.
Did you see the chicken-poodle thing I just did?
LUCY:
Uh-huh.
You have, like, 40 or 50
chicken breasts?
'Cause I want to make a whole
flock of little
chicken poodles.
LUCY:
I'll see what we
have in the back.
Great.
[ door opens ]
LUCY:
What the -- ew!
LUCY:
Oh, it's that
creepy busboy.
TAD:
No, I don't think so.
You're not leaving.
Oh, hi, Tad.
TAD:
I cannot get fired.
No, no.
Why would you get fired?
Tad,
I didn't mean creepy.
I meant creative.
TAD:
Shut up. Shut up!
Okay.
TAD:
Turn around!
Lucy's taking a long time
with that food, huh?
Well, for Lucy, service is not about speed.
It's about power.
Wow,
that's deep, man.
You should write that down.
Already did
In my brain diary.
So, I guess you probably
don't want me to
[shouting] yell
as loud as I can!
This thing is soundproof pretty much.
I don't think that's true!
Help!
[ Lucy muffled ]
Can anybody hear me?!
The crazy busboy's
got me in the walk-in!
It doesn't matter anyway because
my boyfriend
and about 12 other
guys are waiting
for me to come
back to the bar.
So I'm sure they're gonna come
in here any minute.
Isn't there, like,
a Chevys down the street?
They've got
chicken breasts there.
Oh, yeah!
Let's shoot there, huh?
Yeah, cool. Great idea.
Let's bounce!
Oh, my God.
Tad,
what are you doing?
TAD:
I'm going to
work on my meat.
Um, what are you doing that for?
TAD:
You're a little heavier
than I thought.
It's the way I'm sitting.
Tell you,
there's nothing
like working
from a live model.
You know, it's not easy
to sit up straight.
TAD:
Yeah, but could you?
You know who my Dad is, right?
TAD:
Yes.
Well, when he finds out what
kind of a freak you are, he is
gonna kill you.
SATAN:
Your son is
a total freak.
I love him.
Hey, Master, what are you doing here?
This is my
new schools thing.
It's not really a you thing.
And the press is here.
SATAN:
I saw your son's
rap sheet online.
So funny!
[ chuckles ]
Please, can I call you on Monday?
Man, that thing
he did in the grocery store?
I mean, wow.
How you doing?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Tad's all right,
though, you know?
It's because of your son,
Senator, that I started my
sex-offender art project.
What?
His son is a sex offender.
[ laughs ]
We're moving sex offenders
around the city to make,
like, a fun design.
Oh, great!
Why are you pulling at me?
Just -- can we --
why don't
we talk over here --
No, no, no, no.
Can't right now.
- Band's letting me sit in.
- What?
- SATAN: I'll play something for you.
- What?
SATAN:
Don't let them
take my drink!
Can you stop that?
TAD:
Shh! I just need
SATAN:
Strolling in the park ♪
Watching winter
turn to spring
Yeah yeah ♪
You don't need
me here for this.
SATAN:
Walking in the dark ♪
Hey! Hey!
SATAN:
Seeing lovers
do their thing ♪
Oh!
TAD:
Yeah. Yeah.
That's the time ♪
LUCY:
Ew! Oh, come on.
♪I feel like making love
to you
[ moaning pleasurably ]
SATAN:
That's the time
LUCY:
I'm gonna be sick.
SATAN:
♪I feel like making
dreams come true ♪
Oh, baby
Tad's gonna return the favor.
LUCY:
[ sobbing ]
TAD:
It's your turn, baby.
Lie back, baby.
SATAN:
How are we feeling tonight?
Everybody having a good time?
Yeah?
I see all you
lovers out there.
Seriously,
no one can hear me?!
[ door opens ]
Oh, my God.
What time is it?
TAD:
It's 10:00.
We just opened.
What are you doing?
TAD:
I'm working.
I'm on the breakfast shift.
Yeah, me too.
TAD:
Yeah, you know,
you must be a
terrible bartender
'cause no one
even knows that you're not there.
Tad, you can't keep me in here.
TAD:
I need to think!
I just
Oh, here we go.
TAD:
need to think.
SATAN:
Are we ready?
Yep, all set.
SATAN:
I should call Lucy.
She'd love this.
- Mm-hmm.
- SATAN: Oh!
You know who would
really love this?
- SATAN: Tad.
- Yes.
[ cellphone rings ]
Hello?
SATAN:
Hey, Tad. It's Satan.
Hey.
It's your Dad.
Dad!
SATAN:
What are you doing, man?
Dad!
Nothing, just working.
It's Lucy!
World's Best Busboy.
LUCY:
Dad!
How's -- how's biz?
TAD:
It's all right.
- SATAN: Good, good.
- Dad!
SATAN:
You enjoying
yourself over there?
Yeah, yeah, it's fine.
I told you it was gonna be --
I'm tied up with meat!
Yeah,
it's all right.
SATAN:
It's a fun
place to work.
That's the point.
You could be doing anything as long as it's a fun place to work.
Dad!
Yeah. Yeah.
Anyway, got a little surprise for you.
Oh, what's that?
Why don't you go put on
Channel Five on the TV in the bar?
- Are you kidding me?
- Okay.
Do you not hear me?
And enjoy.
Thanks.
All right, I'll see you later.
Don't hang up!
Where are you going?
Your Dad wants me to watch
something on TV.
LUCY:
Ugh. Typical.
[ door closes ]
Hello!
[ smooching ]
Thank you for coming out today.
I just wanted
to call attention
to this new school,
this flower
that bloomed
here between the
cracks of the pavement.
Senator, my name's Dom.
I'm a registered sex offender,
and I'm here to support you.
Oh.
Okay. Thank you. Dom.
[ DOM ]
We're all here to personally
[ DOM ]
We're all here to personally
thank you for providing housing
for us in these new
condominiums.
[ laughs ]
SATAN:
Nice touch.
Thank you.
REPORTER:
Senator, do you think
this is a good idea?
[ reporters talking over each other ]
SENATOR:
Hold on, now, folks.
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LUCY:
What are you
looking at, fatty?
Fatty fat face.
JESÚS:
Hey, bus guy, uh,
Lucy around?
TAD:
Yeah, she's in the back.
JESÚS:
Hey, uh,
check this out.
Chicken poodle.
That's awesome!
Can I see that?
JESÚS:
Sure.
JESÚS:
Hey, it's me!
JESÚS:
[ laughs ]
JESÚS:
Wow. Good one.
You're nice.
Three cheers for
Senator Whitehead.
Hip-hip hooray!
[ all sex offenders ]
Hip-hip hooray!
Hip-hip hooray!
SENATOR:
Get that banner down and shut
those [bleep] up.
[ all sex offenders ]
Hip-hip hooray!
Stop that!
SENATOR:
Stop it!
SATAN:
[ laughs ]
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SENATOR:
I need you to give
my [bleep] son a job.
SATAN:
Hmm.
SENATOR:
It can be anything.
I just need him tucked away
somewhere during the campaign.
He's a registered sex offender.
Did you know that?
SATAN:
Uh, not surprised.
I mean, look at him.
BECKY:
We'll do whatever we can to
help with the campaign, Senator.
SATAN:
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, Becky.
All right,
I have some thoughts
about your campaign.
I got to tell you, I think
you're playing it too safe.
Master, with all due respect,
the Presidential campaign
is a delicate thing.
I can't just -- pbht! -- spray
it all out there.
[ laughs ]
What?
Pbht!
What does that mean, huh?
Senator.
Pbht!
Spray it all out there.
Are you telling me?
SENATOR:
I was making --
You're telling me how to run
a Presidential campaign?
SENATOR:
I was making a metaphor.
And you're gonna --
pbht! --
Spray it all out there, huh?
SATAN:
Is that what you want to do?
I am in --
I've had people tell me --
I think what
the Senator is
trying to say,
Satan, is that he
appreciates your input
and your assistance.
Here's what
the Senator said
to me -- pbht!
Spray it all out there.
I know how much
you hate when
people make
that noise, but
let's not lose focus.
We're all working
towards the
same goal here.
[ sighs ]
I'm sorry.
I'm on the South Beach diet.
And it makes me a little edgy.
Not to mention I have hygiene issues.
When someone goes,
"pbht!" and
it's not me,
it's not hygienic.
Sorry about that.
That's all right.
Hey,
I'm sure we can find
something for
the Senator's son.
What about something
at the restaurant?
- That's fine.
- No, no.
You know what?
You can be a busboy.
Oh, great. Oh.
SENATOR'S SON TAD:
Take any glasses back,
dirty plates?
Nope. I'm good.
TAD:
Okay.
Hey, you see that lady over there?
She got the Chimichanga,
but she only ate half.
Good to know.
[ laughs ]
She left over a lot of guacamole.
She sure did.
Mmm. She left over a lot of food.
It's still warm.
Okay.
You're nice.
Uh, thanks?
Well, better get this stuff
into the kitchen.
Okay.
TAD:
'Cause I'm gonna [bleep] it.
What?
What did you just say?
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
LUCY:
Okay.
TAD:
[ moaning pleasurably ]
TAD:
Oh, Lucy.
Oh, Lucy.
Lucy!
All right,
so, the first
thing we got to
do is go on the
sex-offender registry and erase
Tad's information before someone
finds it and uses it against
Senator Whitehead.
SATAN:
Hmm.
Are you with me?
I got to say, I don't like
the way he's running
his campaign.
Yeah, you mentioned that.
He's gonna lose
if he tries
to go around
kissing babies.
I think you
might be right.
I thought he
was gonna run as
the first openly Satanic candidate, you know?
Yeah, well, I'm on the
sex-offender site,
so what do you want to do?
Wow, look at that.
You can see them on a map?
BECKY:
Yeah, you haven't seen this?
And look,
you click on one of
those dots,
and it brings up his mug shot.
It's like the worst online
dating site in the world.
SATAN:
Ooh, look at that guy.
BECKY:
Yeah.
SATAN:
Wait, wait.
- Go back to the map for a second.
- BECKY: Uh-huh.
What does that look like?
- BECKY: What, the dots?
- SATAN: Yeah.
SATAN:
It looks like a smiley face.
BECKY:
Oh, yeah.
Except for this one guy.
He's messing it up.
Should we move him?
SATAN:
Yeah.
Let's move them
all and spell
something out --
Something fun,
like "Gotcha" with an
exclamation point.
[ laughs ]
Or spell
"Whitehead for President."
That's funny.
How about just a big "W"?
That's funny, too, Becky.
You're having fun at work.
- Fun?
- Yes!
Yeah, I guess.
You were, Becky.
Don't take it back.
No, this is --
this is fun.
Don't do that.
Don't itch your neck.
Hey, want to see some
food-igami?
Food-igami?
[ JESÚS ]
Yes.
Nice!
Awesome!
I decided to start working
with food because
food is elemental.
It's personal.
Universal.
I want to take food
and turn it into food.
Here you are, kid.
KID:
Thanks.
STEVE:
Great.
We got it there.
- Nice job, Steve.
- STEVE: No prob.
- Hey, Luce.
- LUCY: Yeah.
Did you see the chicken-poodle thing I just did?
LUCY:
Uh-huh.
You have, like, 40 or 50
chicken breasts?
'Cause I want to make a whole
flock of little
chicken poodles.
LUCY:
I'll see what we
have in the back.
Great.
[ door opens ]
LUCY:
What the -- ew!
LUCY:
Oh, it's that
creepy busboy.
TAD:
No, I don't think so.
You're not leaving.
Oh, hi, Tad.
TAD:
I cannot get fired.
No, no.
Why would you get fired?
Tad,
I didn't mean creepy.
I meant creative.
TAD:
Shut up. Shut up!
Okay.
TAD:
Turn around!
Lucy's taking a long time
with that food, huh?
Well, for Lucy, service is not about speed.
It's about power.
Wow,
that's deep, man.
You should write that down.
Already did
In my brain diary.
So, I guess you probably
don't want me to
[shouting] yell
as loud as I can!
This thing is soundproof pretty much.
I don't think that's true!
Help!
[ Lucy muffled ]
Can anybody hear me?!
The crazy busboy's
got me in the walk-in!
It doesn't matter anyway because
my boyfriend
and about 12 other
guys are waiting
for me to come
back to the bar.
So I'm sure they're gonna come
in here any minute.
Isn't there, like,
a Chevys down the street?
They've got
chicken breasts there.
Oh, yeah!
Let's shoot there, huh?
Yeah, cool. Great idea.
Let's bounce!
Oh, my God.
Tad,
what are you doing?
TAD:
I'm going to
work on my meat.
Um, what are you doing that for?
TAD:
You're a little heavier
than I thought.
It's the way I'm sitting.
Tell you,
there's nothing
like working
from a live model.
You know, it's not easy
to sit up straight.
TAD:
Yeah, but could you?
You know who my Dad is, right?
TAD:
Yes.
Well, when he finds out what
kind of a freak you are, he is
gonna kill you.
SATAN:
Your son is
a total freak.
I love him.
Hey, Master, what are you doing here?
This is my
new schools thing.
It's not really a you thing.
And the press is here.
SATAN:
I saw your son's
rap sheet online.
So funny!
[ chuckles ]
Please, can I call you on Monday?
Man, that thing
he did in the grocery store?
I mean, wow.
How you doing?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Tad's all right,
though, you know?
It's because of your son,
Senator, that I started my
sex-offender art project.
What?
His son is a sex offender.
[ laughs ]
We're moving sex offenders
around the city to make,
like, a fun design.
Oh, great!
Why are you pulling at me?
Just -- can we --
why don't
we talk over here --
No, no, no, no.
Can't right now.
- Band's letting me sit in.
- What?
- SATAN: I'll play something for you.
- What?
SATAN:
Don't let them
take my drink!
Can you stop that?
TAD:
Shh! I just need
SATAN:
Strolling in the park ♪
Watching winter
turn to spring
Yeah yeah ♪
You don't need
me here for this.
SATAN:
Walking in the dark ♪
Hey! Hey!
SATAN:
Seeing lovers
do their thing ♪
Oh!
TAD:
Yeah. Yeah.
That's the time ♪
LUCY:
Ew! Oh, come on.
♪I feel like making love
to you
[ moaning pleasurably ]
SATAN:
That's the time
LUCY:
I'm gonna be sick.
SATAN:
♪I feel like making
dreams come true ♪
Oh, baby
Tad's gonna return the favor.
LUCY:
[ sobbing ]
TAD:
It's your turn, baby.
Lie back, baby.
SATAN:
How are we feeling tonight?
Everybody having a good time?
Yeah?
I see all you
lovers out there.
Seriously,
no one can hear me?!
[ door opens ]
Oh, my God.
What time is it?
TAD:
It's 10:00.
We just opened.
What are you doing?
TAD:
I'm working.
I'm on the breakfast shift.
Yeah, me too.
TAD:
Yeah, you know,
you must be a
terrible bartender
'cause no one
even knows that you're not there.
Tad, you can't keep me in here.
TAD:
I need to think!
I just
Oh, here we go.
TAD:
need to think.
SATAN:
Are we ready?
Yep, all set.
SATAN:
I should call Lucy.
She'd love this.
- Mm-hmm.
- SATAN: Oh!
You know who would
really love this?
- SATAN: Tad.
- Yes.
[ cellphone rings ]
Hello?
SATAN:
Hey, Tad. It's Satan.
Hey.
It's your Dad.
Dad!
SATAN:
What are you doing, man?
Dad!
Nothing, just working.
It's Lucy!
World's Best Busboy.
LUCY:
Dad!
How's -- how's biz?
TAD:
It's all right.
- SATAN: Good, good.
- Dad!
SATAN:
You enjoying
yourself over there?
Yeah, yeah, it's fine.
I told you it was gonna be --
I'm tied up with meat!
Yeah,
it's all right.
SATAN:
It's a fun
place to work.
That's the point.
You could be doing anything as long as it's a fun place to work.
Dad!
Yeah. Yeah.
Anyway, got a little surprise for you.
Oh, what's that?
Why don't you go put on
Channel Five on the TV in the bar?
- Are you kidding me?
- Okay.
Do you not hear me?
And enjoy.
Thanks.
All right, I'll see you later.
Don't hang up!
Where are you going?
Your Dad wants me to watch
something on TV.
LUCY:
Ugh. Typical.
[ door closes ]
Hello!
[ smooching ]
Thank you for coming out today.
I just wanted
to call attention
to this new school,
this flower
that bloomed
here between the
cracks of the pavement.
Senator, my name's Dom.
I'm a registered sex offender,
and I'm here to support you.
Oh.
Okay. Thank you. Dom.
[ DOM ]
We're all here to personally
[ DOM ]
We're all here to personally
thank you for providing housing
for us in these new
condominiums.
[ laughs ]
SATAN:
Nice touch.
Thank you.
REPORTER:
Senator, do you think
this is a good idea?
[ reporters talking over each other ]
SENATOR:
Hold on, now, folks.
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LUCY:
What are you
looking at, fatty?
Fatty fat face.
JESÚS:
Hey, bus guy, uh,
Lucy around?
TAD:
Yeah, she's in the back.
JESÚS:
Hey, uh,
check this out.
Chicken poodle.
That's awesome!
Can I see that?
JESÚS:
Sure.
JESÚS:
Hey, it's me!
JESÚS:
[ laughs ]
JESÚS:
Wow. Good one.
You're nice.
Three cheers for
Senator Whitehead.
Hip-hip hooray!
[ all sex offenders ]
Hip-hip hooray!
Hip-hip hooray!
SENATOR:
Get that banner down and shut
those [bleep] up.
[ all sex offenders ]
Hip-hip hooray!
Stop that!
SENATOR:
Stop it!
SATAN:
[ laughs ]
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