All language subtitles for Butters.Final.Meal.2020.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG-eng

Most people would say the
website is where this wild ride began,

but for me, it started
two days earlier

in front of the TV,
watching the news.

Some airlines want to penalize
overweight passengers

charging them for two seats
if they can't fit into one.

Yes, we think it's a great idea
for the comfort of everybody.

It's also for the benefit
of the larger people.

They'll be more comfortable
with two seats, and

it's only fair to
charge them double.

Look, I get it.

It sucks to be next to
the fat guy on the plane,

but nobody's more
uncomfortable than that guy.

Squished into that tiny seat,

and knowing nobody wants
to sit next to him?

The humiliation
is payment enough.

Hmm.

Hi, honey, dinner will be
in about ten minutes.

Is everything all right?

Mom.

Honey, that was so beautiful.

Mom, I've asked you
a thousand times

not to sneak up on me.

Okay. Well, I didn't
mean to interrupt.

I just wanted to let you know
that your dinner is ready.

I'm not hungry.

But I made your favorite.

It might make you feel better.

Mom!

Baby, it's really beautiful.

I hate it when
she calls me baby,

but, it's better than Butter,

which is what all
the kids at school call me.

Hey, handsome.

Perfect, sweet, sexy, Anna.

I'd met her on this
online social app.

Hey, beautiful.

I fall asleep listening to
your song every night.

Never had anyone write
a song for me.

When am I going to hear
you play it in person?

Soon, very soon.

I've been waiting. When is soon?

When I figure
out the perfect place.

Such a romantic. I can't
wait to meet you, JP.

I just signed on to say hi.

I got to run, tons of homework.

Yeah, me too.

I got to finish reading
Jane Eyre for comp class.

"I would rather be
happy than dignified."

Of course, you know Jane Eyre.

Is there anything
you don't know?

Ah, sweet dreams,
my mystery man.

She was the
prettiest girl in school.

Naturally, I didn't tell
her I'm the fat guy

with the oversize desk in
the back of your comp class.

Want to chat? Yeah, right.

I told her my name was JP,
and I was the captain

of my soccer team
at a private school.

Anna loved that
I listened to her.

And now, three months later,

I was pretty sure she loved me.

♪ If you love me like you say ♪

♪ You'll do ♪

Let's not discuss
mom's food art.

When it came to feeding me,

mom bounced between whole
grain and whole fat,

vegetables and cupcakes,

hope and resignation.

She loved to feed me,
but felt guilty.

Like she was a bad mother
for letting me get so big.

Growing up, Dad said
my big frame was

built for playin' football.

But when I started growing out,

he didn't know what
to do with me.

He eventually stopped
talking to me altogether.

I still tried to trip
him up though.

Anything you see in there?

Any concerts?

Dad was a star quarterback
for the Arizona Sun Devils.

He took a hit to his head,

causing him to go
blind in one eye,

which destroyed any hopes
he had of going pro.

Cardinals are never going
back to the Super Bowl

if they play like this.

Oh wait! Wait, wait.
Don't go. Don't go.

I need both of your opinion
on which picture I should use

for my new real estate
site. Okay? Alright?

Okay. So,

there's this one,

and this one, and this
one, and this one.

Alright, so, this one,
see, I could put like

a little house there or like,

maybe my logo. And then,

this one is, I want,

you to let me sell your house.

And then this one, I'm,
raising, the roof of a house.

And then this one
is standard. Like,

you know, what you would expect.

This one.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

No, no, that one.

Bye.

Okay, eat up because we
don't want to be late

to your doctor's appointment.

Ma, will you hold my phone?

Another awesome side
effect of being 423 pounds is

life-threatening diabetes.

Good morning. Good morning.

There they are.
My favorite family.

Mom, come here. Bring it in.

- Good to see you.
- Hi, Dr. Bean.

- Good morning.
- Hi, Doc.

You know, they tell
me not to hug

but I can't help it.
I'm a hugger.

You know, it is what it is.

Alright, so, man,
lot to catch up on,

first of all,
how's your day going?

Stung a little bit, but other than that,
feeling pretty good.

Yeah. Um,

I've been a little tired
the last few weeks.

That's a little high but...

We've been cutting
back on sugar.

Oh yeah, but the diet's
on track, Mom.

Huh? Good carbs. Lots
of veggies and protein?

Okay.

All right, looks like we're not
in a danger zone just yet.

Weight's up a little bit
since school began.

A little bit.

Okay. You know what?
You and me both.

I gained weight when
school to begin.

It's a stressful time of year.

Listen, sometimes
we take a step back

before we take a step forward.

I just wanna be able
to play the sax

without getting tired.

Is there a little lady
in the mix there?

You can tell me.
Dr. Bean knows all about

this stuff, go ahead.
Is there anyone to serenade?

Maybe after I lose some of this.

I'm serious,
listen. That's what I'm talking about, man.

It's your personality.
You're so fun,

And you're funny,
and your music,

That's what the ladies
are going to care about.

More than anything else.
What's right in here.

Okay? But first got
to love ourselves

- before we love the ladies.
- Okay, Doc.

All right. Hey, Patience
is a virtue.

- The weight's going to come off.
- All right.

You just keep doing
what you're doing.

See you in a couple
of weeks, oh...

Let's do it the way kids do it.

- All right.
- All right.

Boom. Wait, did I do that?

- Yeah, you got to...
- Right.

No, no, I always...

Boom!

Ahh! I love that.

Give it to me, Mom.

Boom, all right. Mom gets it.

Tucker?

Holy shit, man.

Language.

Sorry, Mom. You remember
Tucker, right?

From FitFab.

Oh, my goodness.

Wow, you look amazing.

Thanks.

Tuck, what happened?

You look like you
lost a hundred pounds.

- Seventy-six.
- Congratulations.

Thanks. It's a good feeling.

What about you?
Are you losing...

Uh, how is your diet going?

Do I look like I'm
sticking to the diet?

Well, just keep workin' on it.

Got to find something
that works for you.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll do that.

Tucker Smith, are we ready?

Uh, Ready.

Later, Butter, good luck.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Later.

Wow, he looks great, doesn't he?

- Can we go?
- Sure, baby, sure.

Tuck had been my bunk mate
every summer for three years

at FitFab, Fit and Fabulous.

I guess he knows what
fabulous feels like now.

Me, I'd given up on that dream.

I'd pretty much given
up on myself.

♪ My mind is filled
with ghosts ♪

♪ And more than most of all
my love's gone wrong ♪

♪ My mind should be the way

♪ Most people say that
I should just move on ♪

♪ My mind is focused on ♪

♪ Things past and gone where
I have no control ♪

Hey, Professor.

Professor Dunn was
the music teacher.

Everyone called him
the Professor

because he played with
the Boston, Philadelphia,

- and the New York symphonies.
- Hey, Professor.

He had the highest degree
from Julliard.

He was the coolest dude I knew,

next to Dr. Bean.

- Mornin'.
- Mornin'.

You pick your electives
for next semester yet?

Well, I'm still between underwater
basket weaving, and leprechaun hunting.

Yeah, if only your comedy were
as impressive as your music.

At least the comedy,
you're willing to share.

Look, Professor, I told you. I'll
come jam out with the brass band boys

anytime you like.

But the school band,
that's just not my style.

I only ask that
you think about it.

You're a rare talent.

I miss having you in my class.

I'll think about it.

Alright, you're going to
be late to first period.

You better run.

Do I look like I run?

Well, walk fast then.

All right.

Anna, pay attention.

Please read from where
we left off yesterday

in Chapter 17.

I have, for the first time,
found what I can truly love.

I found you.

I love that every day

started out with seeing my Anna.

Anna McGinn was perfect
in every way.

Got my existence about
you and kindling,

and pure powerful flame
fuses you and me in one.

Honestly, Jeanie, go to hell.

You don't need to take
that shit, Jeanie.

You're a joke.

You're literally
gonna call me a slut.

Anna, you can talk dirty
like that to me anytime.

Which asshole was
talking about my Anna?

Asshole was right.
Jeremy Strong.

The way he leered at her
made my skin catch fire.

You are such a bitch, Jeanie.

And he was going after my girl?

Anna! Anna!

I, um,

Well, I,

Well, spit it out, man.

I just wanted to make

sure you were okay.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah, she's fine, Butter.

Why don't you waddle back
to the big and tall section?

Didn't know Anna
had a new boyfriend.

I wasn't sure you
liked them so big.

He's cute. He is cute, right?

Two double Bounce burgers
fully loaded,

double order sweet potato fries,

chocolate-cherry shake,
and an apple pie.

No, make that two.

Will that be all?

Probably not. That's it for now.

I couldn't remember what
anything had tasted like,

but I had to keep eating.

I ate to feel satisfied.

I ate to relieve my pain.

I ate to forget.

♪ But now I'm going higher
than I've ever been ♪

♪ Baby please don't
let me down ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm coming alive ♪

I tasted more of it coming up
than I did going down.

Online, Anna was there,

ready to fill me in
on the cafeteria.

The fight was over some
most likely blog

about West Scottsdale
High students.

Most likely to win
a million dollars,

or to be a doctor or a stripper,

or a warthog, who cares.

Anna had been voted most likely
to have a white-picket-fence life,

and Jeanie most likely
to get divorced, twice.

These facts lead Jeanie
to call Anna a slut.

So I told Jeanie to go
to hell and then walked away.

And this big kid stopped
to ask if I was okay.

It made a big scene, and
everyone was staring at me.

Oh wow! How did
that make you feel?

I was embarrassed,
for the kid and me.

But it seems like the kid was
looking out for you. That's nice.

Yeah, I'm just shook up from it.

And really pissed at Jeanie.

I mean, BFFs should
treat each other better.

I think you should
apologize to Jeanie.

What? She started it.

Maybe she was hurting inside.

Take the high road.
She is your friend.

Hmm. I'll think about it.

I feel like I can't
talk with her

the way I can talk with you.

You really understand me.

Anna, you better not...

Urgh! Got to run.

Momzilla on the prowl. Ciao.

Ciao.

My category had definitely
drawn some attention.

The comments from strangers
were mostly nasty

but some of the posts from West
Scottsdale High students were almost proud.

"I once saw him eat an entire
large pizza without taking a breath."

"I bet he weighs
500 pounds! Top that!"

Top that? Seriously?

It was like I was their mascot.

Our Yeti can eat your Yeti.

Then I saw this.

A tub of butter! No puking!

Bullshit! That was
not what happened.

It was the summer
before my freshman year.

I had just returned from FitFab.

I'd lost 16 pounds and wanted
to keep the momentum going

with diet and exercise.

- You want any bread with that salad?
- No thanks.

You sure? We bake it fresh
daily in the kitchen.

I said, no, thanks.

Oh, come on, one little
bread won't kill you.

A nice warm, toasty,
sweet, salty.

- You sound like a porn star.
- What'd you just say to me?

Will you just tell me what
I owe you for the salad.

- What you owe me is an apology.
- I owe you?

You treat all your
customers like this,

or you're just getting off
on torturing the fat kids?

Hey, Brian, everything
all right?

What, you got a problem?

I think he was supposed
to look tough,

but with the electric
green hairnet,

I couldn't bring
myself to be afraid.

- Did he pay?
- Mm-mm.

♪ Got to go to work now
Got to go to work now ♪

- ♪ Got to make it hurt
Got to make it hurt ♪ - Hey!

Now who's going to be sorry?

Now what is this fat-ass doing
at a salad bar anyway, huh?

- Not payin' for a thing.
- I didn't take the food.

Well, we can't exactly put it
back in the bar now, can we?

Okay, fine yeah,
I'll give you the money.

We're not robbing
you, Sasquatch.

You can keep your wallet.

Then what do you want?

We just came out here
to give you your lunch.

You called in backup
to give me my salad?

Oh, I think you're gonna
like this a whole lot better.

I'm not hungry.

I don't care.

Yeah, I'm not eating
that, obviously.

So, unless you're gonna hit
me over the head with it,

I'm just gonna, I'm gonna go.

Look, if you don't eat this,

I'm gonna make high
school hell for you.

Go eat yourself,
if you can find it.

Get him down.

- Come on!
- No!

Come on, guys, pin him down.

Get off me, what the
hell. God! Let me go.

- Eat it.
- No, I'm not going to eat plain butter.

Oh, I would've
brought you bread,

but I guess you
don't like bread. Eat it.

Hold him down.
Come on, hold him down.

Eat it.

Eat it. Come on. Eat it.

Slow down. I'll eat it.

Good boy.

Get him up.

Finish it.

Please!

Eat it.

Finish it.

Jeez, that was hardcore.

Kid, what's your name anyway?

His name's Butter.

Hey, boys, come on. Let's go.

You left this at school.

- Thanks.
- Your mom said I could come up.

- May I come in?
- I guess.

So I heard there was an incident

in the cafeteria,
with Anna McGinn.

- What happened?
- Nothing, it was stupid.

You want to talk about it?

There's nothing to talk about.

You know, you can tell me.
What's goin' on?

I'm never going to fit in,
Professor. I got no friends.

The kids just look at me,
judge me the way I look. I'm just a freak.

Many kids feel the
same way that you do.

Oh, bullshit. Look at me.

You wanna lose the weight?

Then do it. Huh?

The way you play that sax,

I know you have the discipline.

I know you're trying
to help, Professor,

but you don't know
what it's like to...

live in this body.

I have rehearsal with
the brass band boys

down at Rogan's tomorrow
after school.

Come by if you feel
like playin'.

- I'll think about it.
- Good.

Listen, if you ever need
someone to talk to, I'm here.

Thanks, Professor.

Give me some love.

Alright.

Is he going to be okay?

Well, he'll be fine.

Some sort of an altercation
at lunchtime.

Kids can be so cruel,
but he just stays to himself.

I just wish he would
make some friends.

Yeah, it was probably
his smart mouth

that got him into trouble.

I really don't know
what happened

but uh...

try to get him into
band next semester.

Thank you.

Camelback Mountain
was my mountain.

I loved it when Dad and I used to
come up here with his telescope.

We'd stargaze, and Dad would
quiz me on the constellations.

He was an astronomy buff,
an amateur historian,

a certified public accountant,
and a perfectionist.

Good luck being his kid
and failing at anything.

Of course, the one
thing I never failed at

was playing the saxophone.
Something Dad didn't care about.

He could keep his
stupid telescope.

I'd rather have my music and
our mountain all to myself.

With every note I unleashed,

I allowed myself a new
beat of self-pity.

G, parents who give up on you.

A flat, people who stare at
you, but don't really see you.

B flat, kids who would
rather watch you eat

than hear what you have to say.

B, I need to be listened to.

A reckless idea began
to take shape in my head.

I will not be ignored.

Setting up a website took
me less than 15 minutes.

By the time I began typing on
buttersfinalmeal.com,

I felt committed, like
there was no turning back.

New Year's Eve. It was
exactly four weeks away.

And the last day of the year.

There's poetry in that.

Are you up?

Hello?

Hello?

Are you there?

Hey, I'm here.

Guess what? I did it.

I apologized to Jeanie,
and she apologized too,

and now we're back
to being BFFs.

Thank you for giving
me such good advice.

That's why I'm here.

Hey, here's my new
favorite song by Bedon.

It reminds me of you.

Can't wait to listen to it.

I have to meet you, JP.
Have you thought about when?

I thought of Anna's
perfect lips and dark eyes,

I desperately wanted
to kiss her forehead

the way my dad kissed my mom's,

but I knew she would never
accept me the way I was.

I knew we could never meet.

Are you there?

New Year's Eve.

Oh, but that's a month away.

It'll be here
sooner than you think.

Okay, a New Tear's
meeting is pretty romantic.

I better go before
my mom catches me

after Internet curfew.
Goodnight.

Until New Year's.

Hi, baby. Just checking
in on you. Are you okay?

I'm fine, Mom.
Just want to be alone.

Ignore me now, assholes.

- There's Butter.
- Yeah, check him out.

♪ Feelin' like dynamite Ohh ♪

Oh my God, there he is.

Morning, Butter.

Sheesh!

I'll take that. I gotcha.

Thanks.

Sure, no problem.

- Oh, go ahead.
- No, it's okay. I didn't mean to cut.

Seriously, go ahead.

We were in band last year.

I'm Penelope.

Hi.

I'm sorry.

About what?

Your final meal.

I got to go.

Holy shit.

♪ That would feel so good ♪

Hey, did you see that
fat-ass kid's website?

If that slob goes
through with it,

I'll eat a stick
of butter myself.

I know the guy. He's
way too big of a pussy

to kill himself.
Guy's a Sasquatch.

He's gonna embarrass himself
to death by not showin' up.

I bet it's impossible
to die from eating.

What if that kid was right?
That you can't die from eating?

I will need to make
my menu deadlier.

Jeremy's comment was enough
to set fire to my veins,

but it was the gut-check
I needed.

On New Year's Eve,
I would get the last word.

They could call me Sasquatch
and fat-ass and Butter,

but nobody was calling
me a liar.

You are a total badass.

Legendary, bro.

I'm Trent. This is Parker.

- Yo.
- I'm Butter.

We know.

And pretty soon,
everyone's gonna know.

Look, you know, I know I
put it out there and all,

but I don't really want
the parents or the teachers

to know about it. So can we...

No, no, no. That's not
gonna happen, okay?

Anyone who narcs on you,
is gonna hear it from us.

What about the tattletales
who already know about it?

Good point though, Butter.

Maybe you should
password protect it.

You know, keep out
the tattletales.

Yeah, man, I will come
up with a password.

Make it margarine,
and we'll spread the word.

Margarine, spread, nice.

- Right?
- Yeah.

Good one.

Later, Butter.

Hey, listen, Yardbird. We want
to hear something original.

- It's time for a break.
- You can't hang, Professor?

Well, it sounds like it might
be time for a solo then.

You got somethin' original?

- I might have one.
- I'd love to hear it.

Uh, give me a spot.

Wow, man!

That was, that was
absolutely beautiful.

Nice, kid.

What do you call it?

Anna's Song.

Hmm.

Anna McGinn?

Okay. Okay.

You know, I know a little
somethin' about love.

Yeah, what's up with the ring?

My late wife has been
gone about 20 years

but I, I like to keep
this close to my heart.

And here we go.

I'll have what he's having.

No, he won't. He's underage.

I had to call in huge favors
just to get him to play here.

Plays like a man.

You should at least give
him a sip of yours, Dunn.

It's a rite a passage.

Yeah, a rite of passage
that'll get me fired.

Besides, this stuff here
will kill you.

Alcohol, it could
actually kill you.

That's a deadly idea.

I'll add a bottle of vodka
to my New Year's Eve menu.

So what are you doin'
New Year's Eve?

Why?

Well, we'll be playin'
here. Come join us.

I don't really like
playing in front of people.

I feel like they're, judging me,

the way I look, not by my music.

Well, if you play a song
like you just played,

people don't see you.

Hell, they don't
even really hear you.

They, feel you.

You feel me?

There you go.

Cheers.

I had completely lost
my appetite for food.

It was replaced by all
the Internet attention.

Everyone wanted a piece
of my final meal,

giving food suggestions.

A fruit cake, a pile
of mashed potatoes,

and the occasional
crackpot suggestion

like chocolate-covered crickets.

The comments supported me,
and I imagined each of those

smiling faces at school

could be the start of
a new friendship, or even more.

The possibilities
were downright yummy.

Go on again to your Doc Beans?

Same. What are you up to?

On mission 50
of Fours and Sixes.

You need to get out more.

No, I just need
to get out of Arizona.

And go where?

- The Institute.
- The Institute?

Was he kidding? Everyone
from FitFab knew the Institute

was where fat kids went
in, zombies came out.

It's a boarding school
for fat kids

in a far-off land
called Chicago.

It was a place you
got shipped off to

when your parents
could no longer

stand the sight of you.

What are you doing here?

Tuck, are you crazy?

The Institute is for
lost causes and rejects.

You don't even need to go, man.

You're losing the weight
on your own.

Look at you, you're doing it.

My mom and I went to visit,

and it's not as bad as
everything we heard, okay?

I mean, sure they're strict

about diet, exercise
and weigh-ins.

But, other than that,
it's just like school.

Yeah, but you can't go.

Listen. I've been having
a really hard time

staying on track,
so I could use the help.

You don't know what it's
like to be homeschooled

and only having friends

a couple of months out
of the year in summer.

That's what makes me wanna eat.

Plus, I'd really like to go
to college a normal size.

They would never even know
I was fat in the first place.

Fresh start, you know?

You want to go to college?

Yeah, who doesn't want
to go to college?

Oh, really? I thought you were
dying to get away from your parents

and the Scottsdale skinnies.

College will just be more
of the same, you know?

I mean, I thought high school
would be different,

but no, total bust.

- That's 'cause you don't make an effort.
- What?

Look, I get why you didn't go
out for the football team,

but why not take band
again this year?

'Cause it's just classical music

and kids don't even know how
to play their own instruments.

You don't take a chance
on anything

because you're afraid
of being disappointed.

That's why you eat because
it never lets you down.

Well, everything is
disappointing, Tuck.

How am I supposed to stop
everything from sucking?

The only thing that
sucks is your attitude.

The person you're most
disappointed in is yourself.

Just spare me
the FitFab speech, man.

Do you really have
to go to Chicago?

You'll be fine. Okay?

So you get it?

Why I'm going to the Institute?

I think deep down inside,

I was angry at Tuck
for getting skinny.

Besides, who was I
to call him crazy?

With my whacked-out
suicide plot,

I was probably going
straight to hell.

Tucker, he was just
going to Chicago.

Hey, Butter, Butter.

Get over here, man.
We got your bench.

- What's going on?
- Have a seat.

Yeah, we all moved your bench
so you can sit with us.

We didn't all move it.

Quit your crying, dude.

Wait, so what's the deal?

We just thought that you
wouldn't wanna sit alone.

We're a pretty fun group.

Yeah? So what's on that menu?

The menu?

I got some leftovers in here.

No. No. No.

The menu.

Oh! Umm,

I haven't really thought
about it yet so,

Well, tell you what, I put
a twenty down that

says you won't go
for the crickets.

Yeah, I read a bunch of the
suggestions on your website.

- You're betting?
- Nice, Parker, seriously. Real subtle.

What! Everybody's betting, dude.

Well, I've put $50
that he won't even

go through with it at all.

I got better things
to do on New Year's.

Look, guys, I'll,
I'll make a list

and post the options
for the menu.

But no one's gonna
know the final menu

until New Year's Eve.

So you're really gonna do it?

You bet.

I'll believe it when I see it.

You're gonna see it?

I thought you had
something better to do

on New Year's Eve than watch me.

Oh, that's a burn, Jeremy.

Yo Nate, meet Butter, dude.

What's up, man? I'm Nate.

Hey, Butter.

You know, I've always wondered,
how fast is your 'Stang?

Zero to 60 in under
four seconds.

Damn! That's a beast, man.

You'll probably
take Parker's 'Vette.

Yeah, in Parker's dreams though.

Kids at school stopped
caring about my website

when there was much
bigger gossip at hand.

Everyone wanted to
know how the fat kid

cracked the cool crowd.

Trent introduced me to
someone new every day.

Hey yo, Butter, what's
up? What's up, man?

Have you guys ever
tried dick pills?

What? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I posted updates listing
which food suggestions

had made the short list.

My peers argued whether my
final sip on this earth

should be Coke or Pepsi.

The two faces of my fellow
students were so different.

I genuinely convinced myself
those vultures online

were not the same kids being
so nice to me at school,

and they couldn't possibly
be the same people

who invited me to go bowling.

It's not just bowling, Butter.

I don't really bowl, though.

Eh, bowling's not the point.

We just hang out with our
friends and have a good time. Plus,

Trent knows the bartender,
so she hooks us up a beer.

- It's true.
- Yeah, but I don't even know if I can go.

- Go where?
- Oh, bowling.

Bowling! Oh, we're in.

See, that is what
we'd like to hear.

Let's go, girls.

You know, on second thought,
bowling could be fun.

Count me in.

Go Parker. Okay.

Okay, show-off.

Why, oh why, did no one tell me

bowling was such
an incredible sport?

♪ I love the way you
move your hips ♪

♪ I love the way you
lick your lips ♪

♪ I love the way you
work your body ♪

♪ Yeah baby you a hottie ♪

♪ Show me what you got
girl drop it low ♪

Too much power, you know.
I'm too strong.

Butter, you're up.

Gutter ball.

No. No, it's not a gutter-ball.
It's a, it's a butter-ball.

Butterball.

Butterball.

Butterball.

Butterball. Butterball.

I thought I might melt
right into the floor.

Then something strange happened.

Trent embraced me, then turned
me to face everyone.

That's when I realized
they weren't mocking me,

they were cheering me on.

That was the power
of Trent's approval.

There you go, Butter.

There you go.

Oh, oh! He's got moves.

- That's... Oh!
- Yeah.

Nice moves.

Oh shit.

I'd work on that one though.

Yeah, maybe a little bit.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Umm, I'm Anna, by the way.

Oh, I'm, I'm Butter.

Butter, I know.

So what are you, what
are you doing here?

Oh, Trent and Parker invited me.

Oh, I know, I know. I just,

meant, you know, you don't
normally hang out with us.

Yeah, I think they were
just more so curious

about the website or
the menu or whatever.

You know about
the website, right?

Yeah, but you're not actually
gonna do it though, right?

Parker thinks so.

I mean, the guy's been grilling
me about the final menu.

He's taking bets.

Boys are demented.

Yeah, we are.

Butter, beer run, bud.
It's your round.

- Right?
- Hmm-mm.

Yo guys, beer's on me.

Ohh! Ohh!

Phew! That was some
good bowling.

- I know.
- Yeah.

This is a slick ride.

Yeah, that's mine.

Alright, we'll see you
tomorrow at the mall?

- Yeah, you got it.
- Alright, dude. Good to see you.

- Yeah, man.
- All right.

See you, bro.

- Click it!
- Click it!

All right.

Hey, Butter.

Thanks for coming.

You got some great dance
moves, by the way.

Why, thank you. You can call me.

Butter Baryshnikov.

Ha! And you're funny.

We should all hang
out again soon.

Yeah, why not?

- Goodnight.
- Later.

♪ You've got me
running in circles ♪

♪ I don't ever wanna slow down ♪

♪ Let's just keep spinning
spinning spinning ♪

♪ Just keep going
round, going round ♪

♪ You got me
running in circles ♪

♪ Can't keep your
feet on the ground ♪

Bye.

Baby, your breakfast.

Come on, you gotta eat it, baby.

Remember what Dr. Bean said.

Protein, veggies.

Ma, I'm going to be
late for school.

Wait, are those new clothes?

Yeah, Ma.

Where'd you get 'em?

At the mall, with friends.

You look really nice.

So who are these
new friends of yours?

Will you stop treating
me like a baby?

Frank, there's something wrong.

What could be wrong?

He's got friends,
maybe eating less.

He might lose some weight.

No, he's not eating
anything at all.

He won't talk to me, and he
stopped playing his sax.

Don't ask me, Marian.

I don't understand him at all.

Bowlin', hangin'
out at the mall,

hope you're enjoyin' yourself.

Having a blast.

Get your bony hand off my car.

You really think
they're your friends?

You know, Parker's just keeping
you close to increase his odds.

He figures if you guys are friends, you'll
let them in on how this litte show of yours

is going to go down,
and he can win some bets.

Dude, what's your problem?

Are you intimidated by me?

What do you think I'm
gonna take your place?

Well, even if you do,

I guess that spot will be
back open in January, huh?

And even if you don't
go through with it,

they'll be done
with you after New Year's.

I got a question
about your list.

What?

No, no, no, not that list.

I think you need like
a, like a bucket list.

- A bucket list?
- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. A bucket list.

That's great! Good idea.
Like, you know, like

cool shit you want
to do before you,

you know, kick the bucket.

Yeah, yeah. I mean,
I could probably

stand to try a few things

or do them for at
least one more time

before I, well, before
I, you know...

Yeah?

Well,

I would like to kiss a girl.

Dude, you've
never kissed a girl?

Hey, not so loud, asshole.

Calling me loud? Can
you bigmouth over that?

Shut it up.

Ouch!

Never?

I have. I have. It's just,

well, it'll be nice to do
it at least one more time.

Any particular girl?

Anna McGinn?

Yeah.

Okay, good luck, dude.

No one could pry open
that clamshell.

It's true, the clam
is closed for business.

But I heard, last summer,
Jeremy had her mouth wide open.

Wah, wah... Full sin.

No. See, I wouldn't believe
anything that scumbag has to say.

None.

Hey, Jeanie. Where's Anna?

Who knows? She's probably
overslept 'cause she was talking

to her stupid
Internet boyfriend.

She's dating someone
on the Internet?

And get this. She doesn't
even know what he looks like.

Hey! That's a, little creepy.

Creepy, and so 1990s.

- Right.
- Yeah, but it's not like

it's any of our business
though. Right?

Ooh! Come on.

We're going to be
late for class.

-See you later, dude -Later man.

Butter, I know you feel like you
might be a little too big to get with Anna.

I mean, look at it this way.
You gotta be better looking

than that troll face
she's dating on the Internet.

I mean, come on, like
this, this is good...

Oh! God! Watch where
you're going.

Why don't you watch...

Oh, sorry, I didn't
mean to run into...

Forget it.

The hell are you starin' at?

A liar.

What'd you call me?

Was it a lie?

It was a prank,
and you fell for it.

So what's with the password?

- Well, if you don't have it, I guess you don't get it.
- What a dick!

Don't you have some place to be? Why
don't you could go blow your instruments?

Or better yet,
you could blow it out your ass.

Excuse me.

I expect a lot more from you.

Professor, I...

Huh! Maybe step off
and step back on.

This is good news!

409, congratulations.

Forty pounds!

Forty pounds! You disappeared
before my very...

Where did he go?
I can't see him. Is he,

That's great.

What are you doing?
Tell me everything.

What, are you, what,
are you exercising a lot?

- You must be eating really well.
- He's not eating.

What do you mean, not eating?
What, you're not eating?

- Not at all.
- Not at all? What do you mean?

No, I'm eating.
Of course I'm eating.

- No, you're not.
- I'm just not overdoing it.

Okay, I've just been busy
with school so, stuff so,

Oh, stuff. Stuff!

- As in, a lady.
- No.

- Is there a lady?
- No.

- No, there's no lady.
- Is there a lady?

- There's no lady.
- Some lady stuff goin' on.

- There's no lady!
- There's no lady, Mom. There's no lady.

Okay, don't tell
Bean, all right?

There's no lady.

I'm proud of you.

Mom, there's no lady.

There's no lady, Mom.

Okay,

but there is something else
that I wanted to ask you.

Um, have you heard of this
place called the BI?

It's an institution in Chicago.

No! No way.

Hey, whoa, buddy, calm down.

Good God, no reason to raise
the blood pressure

over some school
in Chicago, alright?

Always mind the ticker.

Yeah, I know Barks Institute.

Okay, I had no idea you had
even heard about it.

Everyone at FitFab's
heard about it, Ma.

It's a fat camp legend,
and not in a good way.

Okay. I didn't know that.

But, you know, someone
at your dad's work

has a daughter who went
there, and she loves it.

So I just thought
that maybe the doctor

had some literature for us.

No, I have some contacts there.

I'm happy to get them
to mail something to you.

I'm just curious. You know?

And I mean, if you're
not interested,

you're not interested,
but, you know,

No. I'm not interested.

Okay.

I have to take this.
I'm sorry. Just...

I'll meet you in the lobby.

Are you okay, buddy?

Yeah.

Okay.

Hey, Doc, if I want
to treat myself

with some big Christmas dinner,

Yeah.

It's not like I could die
from just one meal, right?

Hey, that's not a funny joke.

Are you, do you seriously
worry about that?

Listen,

you have a bigger chance
of chokin' on a Turkey bone

than you do fatally overeating
over the holidays, okay?

I promise.

Alright, I'll see you next year.

- Boom.
- Thanks, Doc.

Doc's answer was
unexpectedly helpful.

I could eat fast to increase
my chance of choking.

Combined with the alcohol,

I now had two deadly ideas
for my New Year's Eve plan.

We still on for New Year's?

Of course,
countin' down the days.

Do you have
anything planned for us?

'Cause my friend Parker
is having a huge party

and there's gonna be a band,
and his parents are out of town,

so there will be alcohol.
We could meet there.

Sounds like fun. I'll be there.

So excited! I got to run.

Can't wait to meet you,
JP. I'll send you the address later.

Jeremy was right.

If I couldn't go
through with my plan,

this party was over.
And I'd be damned

if I was ever going
back to that long table

in the back of the cafeteria!

So I had a job to do.

Strawberries, I was
definitely allergic to them.

When I was a kid,
I gorged myself on strawberry pie

and stop breathing completely.

Come on. Come on,
Butter, come on!

Some doctor at the picnic had
to stab me with an epi pen.

Those were the last
strawberries I ever ate.

Now I'll add them
to my final menu,

which was getting
deadlier by the day,

and New Year's was
just 10 days away.

- What's up, man?
- Hey, what's going on, man?

- Let the Christmas vacation begin, dude.
- Alright.

Yeah, the whole crew's headed
back to my house, all right?

What's everybody's still
doing here? Let's party.

Dude, you live here?

It's a little cozy,
but we get by.

♪ Fight like a title ♪

♪ Stand like a champion ♪

What's up, fellas?

- Two fresh's, please.
- Fresh?

Yeah. Thank you, fresh.

- Coming at you. Cheers.
- Yeah.

Hey, who's that?

Oh! Uh, Brian?
He's Jeremy's older brother.

Yeah, their parents
live out in LA.

Only come visit here
a couple of months.

So, it's pretty much just
them two out here.

That explains a lot.

Hey, yo. Cheers.

Everybody, school's
out, let's party.

But seriously though,

whoever ordered Hawaiian pizza,
consider yourself fired.

Hey, don't be trying
to cut in line.

You know, I think I can hold it.

Do you have any fun plans
for Christmas break?

Eh, not really.

Aunt and uncle come over
for Christmas dinner, but...

We're going to Miami
to see my cousins,

but my mom says
no phone or laptop,

so I am just gonna
be bored to death.

And half my vacation,
I'll just be doing homework.

Homework? You do realize
the semester's over, right?

Not for me.

I blew it on that
final paper for comp,

so I have to make it up.

You know, if you want
help with that,

I can work with you.
I aced mine.

- Really?
- Sure.

Uh, yeah, that would
be great, thanks.

Yeah, I mean, if you want,
we can like after the party,

go to the coffee
house or library

and go back to your
place or mine or...

- Okay.
- Okay, what?

Okay, this party's kind of lame.

You wanna leave in 10?
We can go to my place.

- Um, yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah?

No, no one else saw that.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

♪ Hey oooh na na na na na ♪

♪ Oh hey hey ♪

♪ Holdin' hands as we walk
under the stars ♪

Oh man, I like that guy.

Yeah, me too.

♪ It's like the lemon and
the golden fits your brain ♪

♪ It's cliche but
I swear we are... ♪

Ooh. Let's see what you
got on your playlist.

- Wait.
- Uh?

You have Bedon?

Nobody knows them.

One of my faves.

Oh.

♪ Baby baby ♪

♪ Look how we've grown ♪

Hey, you want to see
somethin' cool?

Will it keep us from going home
to work on that stupid paper?

Yeah.

Then yes.

All right, crank it.

Oh, my God, Butter.

I'll slow down, hold on.

♪ I wanna make you whole ♪

- Careful.
- Thanks.

I'm not exactly wearing
my hiking boots.

Hey, do I look like
I can hike a mountain?

Oh. You okay?

Yeah.

This is beautiful.

I mean, God, look at,
look at this city.

Look at all the lights.

You know, I love
the smell of nature.

Don't you love
the smell of nature?

I guess.

You guess?

Oh, you know what else
I love the smell of?

I love the smell of gasoline.

Do you like the smell
of gasoline?

Gasoline?

What? You think that's weird?

Maybe a little bit.

What? That is not weird.

Okay, fine.

Then,

then you tell me something
weird about yourself.

Got a secret you never
told anybody else?

Uh,

I don't really have any.

Hey, come sit.

Come sit. I don't bite.

Oh, no, no, no. You don't need...

You are cold,
I can see you shiver.

Thanks.

- There.
- Whoa-oh-oh.

Oh.

God, look at the moon.
It's gorgeous.

Yeah, it is.

This is like the perfect
make-out spot.

Oh, no, no, no.

No! Sorry.

- Not with...
- Um...

you... I'm sorry. That, that,
I didn't mean it like that.

That came out... sorry.

No, no. It's fine.

I just-I don't know you
very well, you know.

And I, I have a boyfriend.

Yeah, yeah.
The Internet boyfriend.

How did you know that?

Jeanie said something about
it at school the other day.

Everyone kind of thought
it was a little weird,

you met a guy on the Internet.

What? Were they
making fun of me?

Ah, maybe.

But that's what
your friends do. Right?

Make fun of people.

Judge them.

Talk about people
behind their back.

No.

No, Butter, my friends,

No, my friends don't
make fun of people.

Really?

Anna Banana.

- Okay. Fine. Jeremy's a jerk.
- Oh! No question.

But the rest of them have
been nothing but nice to you.

That's not really fair
of you to say.

It's because of
my website, though.

Right. But whose fault is that?

You created a website,
and then you published it

for the world to see,
and now you're mad

when-when people notice you,
or maybe feel bad for you.

I don't think it's sympathy
when Parker's taking bets

to see how much I can
eat before I puke.

Or how long it'll
exactly take me to die.

No, that's Parker. He does that.

You're not the first person
he's bet on to die.

I mean, last summer, he bet
a hundred bucks on Trent,

that he would drown if he held his
breath under water for four minutes.

Yeah, but am sure he doesn't
actually want Trent to drown.

Exactly.

So, they don't actually
think I'm gonna do it?

No, Butter, no one does.

I mean, don't you think
that somebody

would have told on you by now?

I certainly would've.

I mean, that is...
That's messed up.

If people thought you
were actually going to die

and they never said
anything, don't you think?

Maybe.

Uh, I'm really tired,
and I have packing to do,

so maybe we can, work on
this paper another time.

Sure.

What are you doing in here?

Don't touch my stuff.

Well, you haven't been
playing it for weeks.

I can't remember a time

that you didn't pick
this up every single day.

- Never?
- Once.

Once when you were 11,
and you had strep-throat

and I took it from you

and I locked it in
my bedroom closet,

and you were so mad at me.

Are you mad at me now?

What's going on with you?

I'm just going through
some stuff.

But I don't see you
doing any homework.

I don't hear you
talking about Tucker

and the brass band boys.

You're, you're hardly
eating anything.

Mom, you worry way too much.

Mothers worry more than anyone.

♪ Hold on, baby hold on ♪

♪ Will this madness
be here to stay ♪

♪ How can we make a living ♪

- Yo, what's up?
- Agent Butter,

your mission, should
you choose to accept it,

is to meet Trent Woods
and Parker Johnson

in the high school parking
lot at 0900 hours.

Excuse me?

- Dude, just play along.
- Okay.

Come alone, and bring
your big girl panties.

Maybe two.

Oh. And Butter,

Prepare for Awesome.

- Agent Butter.
- Sorry, what the hell are those?

What's with the pails?

They are not pails, Butter,

- they're buckets.
- Buckets?

We're on a mission to
complete your bucket list.

I don't even have a bucket list.

- So I made a list for you.
- Wait, what?

Do you swear to complete
every item on this list

without question and with all
the courage you can muster?

What? No, no, no. I'm not
swearing shit till I see the list.

- I told you he'd want to see the list.
- Dude, come on, man.

You're taking all
the fun out of it.

Okay, fine. Yeah, whatever.
Yeah, I swear.

Just tell me what the first
thing on the list is.

Number one,

defend the 'Stang's honor in a
race against Parker's 'Vette.

Okay, tell you guys, what.

Instead of a race,

how about you guys
get in the 'Stang,

I open her up and show you
what she can really do.

- Yeah, it's acceptable.
- Okay, let's go.

Oh, wait, wait.

Most important part.

This is for you.

Yeah, yes.

It's yellow.

Oh.

- Makes it just...
- It brings out your eyes.

- Oh, yeah. I wonder, why.
- Oh. Because you look so good.

I know...

♪ One, two three,
four, five six ♪

Whoo-hoo!

Yo! Take it easy!

Who's got their big girl
panties on now, bitches?

Oh, my God!

This is insane!

Dude, 400 horsepower, let's go.

I had four wheels under my feet,

two friends at my side,

and this single thought
in my head.

For the first time since I
decided to face down death,

I felt really, truly alive.

Oh, I know you're not trying
to make me jump off this cliff.

Number two, take a plunge
into the Salt River.

No way!

Yeah. It seems safe-ish.

I'll jump if you jump.

- Ooh.
- You know I've, uh...

- I've jumped this like 12 times, you know.
- Yeah.

And plus, I hate the feeling
of being wet. You know?

Hey, besides, it's
your list, dude.

Forget it.

- What?
- Hey.

- Alright.
- That's for you.

Uh, you know what you
assholes can do?

What?

Cross it off the list.

What? Dude.

Dude!

- Butter!
- Butter!

- Butter, are you...
- Hey!

Butter?

Dude.

Dude, that was awesome.

You nailed it.

Let's go.

- Butter, that was awesome.
- Dude.

Dude, shut up. He's hurt or
something. Are you all right?

- You alright?
- Tip him, here.

That was awesome.

You were amazing!
You crushed it.

Legendary, bro.

What's next?

This girl,
this girl's got it all.

Like, she doesn't know
what she's doing,

but she knows she's doing it.

Dude, this is a mom with wings.

You don't want to do
a mom with wings.

You are the man.

We... It looks great.

♪ Been working so hard
to fill my needs ♪

♪ 'Cause I got bitten by
a hand that feeds ♪

♪ And I'm burning
cash like gasoline ♪

♪ I'm back to the grind ♪

♪ All I wanted to say ♪

♪ Is I've been walking
this line for too long ♪

♪ And all I wanted to say ♪

♪ You know the time has come ♪

♪ You're going to miss me
when I'm gone ♪

♪ Don't miss me when I'm gone ♪

Awesome day, Butter.

- Bucket list almost complete.
- Wait, almost?

- Dude, Anna McGinn.
- Oh. Yeah, right.

Dude, I'm telling you,
she likes you. She's just holding out

'cause of this
Internet boyfriend.

Yeah, so long as he doesn't
show at the party,

she should be all yours.

Wait, you're still going, right?

You know, to my
New Year's party,

before, you know, before.

Yeah, sure. I'll be there.

All right, man.

Any shred of hope I had
that Anna was right,

that none of them
really expected me

to go through with
my final meal,

disappeared with
that single word.

"Before."

Oh! Look at that.
That is beautiful honey.

Wow. Looks delicious.

Looks great, Mom.

Merry Christmas.

Okay.

Oh. Since it is Christmas,

don't you think we should
maybe say grace first?

Yeah.

Would you like to lead us, baby?

I'll lead.

For what we are about
to receive,

may the Lord make
us truly grateful.

Good food.

Good meat.

Good Lord, let's eat. Amen.

Amen.

Christmas spread would
have fed an army,

or, once upon a time,
me and Uncle Luis.

This year, he's on his own.

As the days loom
to New Year's Eve,

I just wasn't hungry anymore.

Period.

No?

♪ Hark the herald angels sing ♪

♪ Glory to the newborn king ♪

♪ Peace on earth
and mercy mild ♪

♪ God and sinners reconciled ♪

I just couldn't help
myself when I saw it.

Sorry, honey.

Thanks, Ma.

Listen, baby, before you open

the rest of your real presents,

could you serenade us with
a couple of Christmas songs?

Ma, I'm tired.

That's just the Turkey talking.

He barely ate.
He's just being shy.

It would be so beautiful.

Please, baby, just for me?

Okay, Mom.

Was it too much to ask for Dad to
suffer through one Christmas song?

Ooh!

Hey, I was kicking your ass.

Sorry dude, nature calls.

Hey, did you see the new
promo for Fours and Sevens?

It looks pretty awesome.

No, I haven't seen it.

Here, let me show you.

What are you doing?

Uh, I was-I was trying
to find the promo

for Fours and Sevens.
What is that?

- What do you mean, final meal?
- You know, it sounds like...

Yeah, Tucker, I know
what it sounds like.

You're not doing this
final meal garbage

and killing yourself.

No, Tuck, of course I'm not.

Then what is it?

It's, it's not what you think.
Then give me the password.

That's really embarrassing,
and I don't want you to see.

Swear it.

Remember the FitFab oath?

Say, I Butter, swear
I'm telling the truth

and I'm not going out in some
weird Internet sideshow.

I swear to work on myself
before I give up on myself.

I Butter, swear
I'm telling the truth

and that I'm not going
out in some weird

Internet sideshow.

I swear to work on myself
before giving up on myself.

Thank you.

So I leave for BI
in a couple of days.

Yeah, I know.

And you better stay in touch
so I can tell if you're going all...

Stepford on me.

And you better stay
in touch too,

- so I know if you're not, you know...
- Suicidal?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Trust me, Tuck, I,

- You're the first person I'd call.
- Good.

All right, and if you need me,
I'll be in first place.

♪ Well on that street ♪

♪ You bought your scar
from my way down ♪

♪ Had my fortune told ♪

♪ And that green-eyed gypsy ♪

♪ Oh so shakes me ♪

♪ She says that the pain
is what makes me ♪

♪ Whole ♪

♪ And I thought I could
do right by you ♪

♪ Thought I could do
some right by us ♪

♪ Both ♪

♪ And oh my love I am so sorry ♪

♪ Sorry's all the things
I always owe ♪

♪ And I have grown
so good at those ♪

♪ And I... ♪

Merry Christmas. I just
got back from Miami.

Happy holidays. I missed you.
How was your vacation?

Uh. Not so great. I don't suppose
you know anything about writing

persuasive papers?

Don't you have friends at
school who can look it over?

Well, this one kid was
going to help me,

but I think he was more
interested in me than my paper.

Sounds like you got a stalker.

Don't be jealous.

Trust me, I am not interested.

- He's big.
- Big?

Like big hands, big feet. Big...

I mean, he's huge.

Like one of those
people you see on TV

who can't get out of bed
or leave their house.

Sorry that
fat ass freaked you out.

What a loser.

He's not a loser.

He's this really
nice, funny guy.

And everyone likes him...
He's just obese.

I feel bad for him.

But I wouldn't like
him, fat or thin,

because I already have you.

Oh, yeah? What if I'm huge too?

Yeah, right.

Like you can be fat
and play all those sports.

I could be covered in zits

or have one arm,
or three eyeballs.

Well, I'll see for
myself soon enough,

just one more day
until the big reveal.

Yeah, until the one-armed,
zit-covered Triclops

crashes your friend's party.

Tough to play
the sax with one arm.

But any guy who writes
a song for me

and plays it the way you do is sexy,
no matter what you look like.

- I'll see you tomorrow night.
- -Goodnight, handsome.

All of a sudden,
it was New Year's Eve.

It felt like no time had passed

since I posted my plans
for the world to see.

And yet, everything
was different.

I looked thinner. Maybe
even below 400 pounds.

Well, if I'm going to go out,

I'm going to do it in style.

♪ Wait out here ♪

♪ I'll be back
for you, my dear ♪

♪ The party is over ♪

♪ But we still got us
plenty of beer ♪

Hey, what's up, Butter?

- You look so nice.
- He looks good, bro.

- Yeah, at least he's got the suit on.
- Right?

Hey, Butter, Lookin' sharp.

Yeah, Happy New Year.

- Where's your drink?
- What?

Where is...

Never mind.

It's really warm
and crowded in here.

- You want to go outside?
- Yeah.

Um...

I'm stuck.

Here.

- I got you.
- You got to be kidding.

You think Parker really cares?

Oh, God, oh, god. Okay.

There we go.

- Graceful as always.
- Great.

♪ You're a drug to me my dear ♪

Jeanie. Jeanie.

Ooh.

- Oh.
- I love this.

- You are wasted.
- No, you're wasted.

I'm going to need you
to control all this

before JP gets here,
so you don't embarrass me.

- Please?
- JP, Shmae-pee.

He's not coming, is he?

Truth be told,
I didn't like that song.

Oh, God. Oh, God!

Oh. Gross!

- Just lay down.
- All right.

You're fine.

She's fine.

That was, uh, rude.

The part about your boyfriend,
not the barf.

Yeah, he's the guy from
the Internet, right?

That's right.

I forgot somebody

told everybody

that I met JP online.

At least she's nasty
to your face.

Not just behind your back.

Ah, you're doing it again.

You're trash-talking my friends.

Sorry.

So you're gonna
recognize this guy

when he shows up?

Yeah, I will recognize him.

- How's that?
- I just will.

You know, I can't explain it.

You'll know because he'll
be some four-foot-tall guy

with acne.

Or one arm and three eyeballs.

Inside joke?

Yeah, kind of.

I know everyone
thinks I'm crazy.

But I just know him, you know?

And even if he is four-foot
tall covered in zits,

I wouldn't care.

At least I'll get over it,
or whatever.

But I fell in love
with who he is,

not what he looks like.

Wait right here.

No. Where are you going?

♪ I'll be back for you my dear ♪

All right, Jeanie. Come on.

Let's go dance.

- Hey! Whoa-whoa-whoa. Whoa!
- Hey!

- What's the rush?
- John Belushi.

Sorry. I just got to grab
something out of my car, real quick.

Well, hurry up, Butter.
We're getting in the pool.

- Yeah.
- Jeanie just threw up in the pool.

- Hell, no.
- Oh, man.

- That pool's seen way worse.
- Yeah, you're right.

We have alcohol.

♪ Hidden behind the window
and the door ♪

♪ Searching for signs of life ♪

♪ But there's nobody home ♪

Butter.

I had no idea.

I wanted to tell you
for the longest time.

It's just, well,

JP plays the sax too.

Right, yeah.

What's wrong?

Oh. Yeah. No, it's, I'm fine.

I'm just gonna jam
out a little bit.

Guys, guys.

Butter's gonna
play with the band.

♪ It was good living
with you oh-oh ♪

♪ It was good ah-ah-ah ♪

What?

I had never played better.

And each note was pitch perfect.

It was just how I'd pictured it.

All of them seeing me
for the first time.

Rooting for me to live,
instead of rooting for me to die.

I'd given West Scottsdale High

another reason to celebrate me.

And maybe even another
reason to keep me around.

Guys, cut it.

Come on, Butter.

Oh, shit.

Anna.

Anna.

Anna, just please,
let me explain.

That you're JP?

You're a stalker, and a pervert.

Anna, just let me
explain, please.

Just,

Oh.

You're a liar.

You're a disgusting liar,
and I hate you.

Did you hear me?

I said, I hate you.

Just give me five
minutes please.

Five minutes. I can
explain everything.

What's going on, boys and girls?

Butter and banana having...

Just get lost, Jeremy.

Is he bothering you?

No, you're bothering us.
Hey, just back off.

Hey, man.

Why are you always trying
to run away from me? Huh?

Well, it's a lot easier if
you don't have five friends

pinning me to the ground.

Wow.

Someone can hold a grudge.

Hey, Anna. Did you know I gave,

Butter here, his nickname?

Just shut up and go away.

Look, dude. Yeah.

Anna's way out of your league.

It's too bad for you too,

because, she has
some serious talents.

Hey, you know what? It's 10:30.

Aren't you cuttin'
it a little close? Hmm.

Don't you have somethin'
you gotta do tonight?

Right?

Oh. Where are those
butterballs now? Huh?

Jeremy, are you okay?

Anna, what do I do?

Honestly, Butter,
I don't care what you do.

Butter, wait!

♪ I've been in love ♪

♪ Honey, you know it's true ♪

♪ Well, since that day ♪

♪ I first laid my eyes on you ♪

♪ Love is a crazy game, baby ♪

♪ It's how I feel ♪

♪ Makes you all so high ♪

♪ But it takes so long to heal ♪

♪ So please, yeah yeah
Won't you stay with me? ♪

♪ 'Cause since you gone,
It's all pain and misery ♪

♪ Honey, please, yeah yeah ♪

♪ Won't you stay with me? ♪

♪ 'Cause since you gone ♪

♪ It's pain and misery ♪

I didn't want to die.

I just wanted the
unbearable pain to go away.

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven,

Six, Five, Four,
Three, Two, One.

Happy New Year!

I woke up in heaven.

A face identical to
Anna's took shape.

Butter.

The face of an angel.

Butter.

- Baby?
- Mom.

Baby, you don't have
to talk, it's okay.

Welcome back, son.

I just need you to nod
that you... understand me.

Mm-hmm.

And you know,
you're in a hospital.

Uh-huh.

And you're going to
be just fine.

Just fine.

It's okay for him to sleep.

It's normal to be
very tired at first.

He's good.

Morning, sugar,

or afternoon,
as the case may be.

It's from Penelope.

You sure got a lot of friends.

Friends.

Professor Dunn brought those by.

Honey,

Oh.

I love you so much.

I'm so sorry, Mom.

It's okay.

I'm so sorry, Mom.

It's okay. It's okay.

No.

You can't have the knife.

Why not?

Because you can't have
anything sharp yet.

Hi, again.

Where should I put these?

Let me,

let me take 'em and get
'em some water, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay. Bye.

Do you mind taking this away,

I'm not real hungry.

Of course.

Thank you.

Happy New Year.

New Year's was the day
before yesterday.

You've been out for two days.

- I shouldn't have said...
- I'm sorry to treat you...

You should go first.

I was here when you woke up.

I know.

I saw you.

Thought you were an angel.

How are you feeling?

Tired.

Two days of sleeping,
and I'm tired.

I mean, is it really sleeping
when you're in a coma?

I'm just happy I'm here.

Yeah, that's, um,

kind of my fault.

I called the police.

Thank you.

Sounds like it would have been my funeral,
if it weren't for you.

- Isn't that what you wanted?
- It's complicated.

Anna, I'm really, really sorry.

- I didn't...
- Wait, wait, wait.

There's something I-I,

need to say before
I lose my nerve.

No, you can say anything to me.

That's just it. I don't...

feel that way.

I look at you and I see...

I know what you see.

It's fair.

But you're no better.

I mean, you hate it when people
size you up from the outside,

but that is exactly
what you did to me.

You didn't even know me, before you
found me online, and started talking to me.

And you, you only knew
what I looked like

and you already liked me.

Based on nothing else.

I did get to know you.

Do you really think that?

Because I feel like
the person I got to know

doesn't exist at all.

There's a reason why I don't
post pictures on the Internet.

It's because...

When JP liked me,
without a photo,

I thought that he was taking
as much of a chance on me

as I was on him.

I get it.

Let's say JP was real,

but he looked like me.

Would you still have given him
that kind of a chance?

I see you, and you're
someone I just met.

I don't know you well enough

to trust you or confide in you.

Sometimes I feel like,

JP was the only person
that I could really talk to.

This morning, before
I came here,

I sat at my computer
for an hour,

waiting for him to come online.

You didn't believe I was JP?

I didn't want to believe it.

But then I realized,
if I wanted to talk to JP,

I would have to come here
and talk to him to his face.

What do you want to say to him?

That I hate him,

and that I will never
forgive him,

and that he doesn't deserve me.

But what I really want
to say is goodbye.

Hey, awake!

Welcome back, my friend.

Whoa. Those guys
are creepy, huh?

I'm kiddin'. Welcome back,
man. All in one piece?

- How're you feeling?
- Yeah, I was just trying to talk...

A lady. Oh.

Are you,

Your lady?

Okay.

Um, I was just leaving.

Anna! No, wait.

Oh.

Yeah, she's, she's
definitely upset.

I get it. Maybe for
what you did to her?

I know I'm upset too.

So, should I leave too?

No, I'm kiddin'.

Is it true that this
wasn't all an accident?

- Doc, I'm sorry. Alright?
- Hey, you know what? Save the apologies.

I feel like you're gonna be giving
out a lot of those in the next few days.

You can take mine and maybe
give it to your lady too.

Okay? But I do need you
to promise me one thing.

You're never gonna put me
in this position ever again.

Yeah, I-I promise.

You know, your mom
and dad, they,

you caused them a lot of pain.

Look, we are extremely glad

that-that you're still here.

But, uh, you know,
you can talk to us.

Anytime.

There's no shame in that.

Thanks, Doc.

Tried to remove the roach, but,

only managed to pull
out two spiky legs.

Hi, honey.

Hey.

- We brought you your backpack.
- Oh, thank you.

No laptop?

I don't think that's
a really good idea just yet.

Come on, Mom.

If the hospital doesn't
think I'm gonna kill myself

with one of these pens,

how am I supposed to
do it with my laptop?

That's exactly what you did.

You know, not everyone finds
this as funny as you do.

Now while you're here
in the hospital,

your mom and I think
the focus should be

on getting you better.

But until then,

I thought you would
like to have this.

I've missed hearin' it
around the house.

Yeah, right.

You know, your grandpa taught your
Uncle Luis and me how to play football.

In fact, he was our coach all
the way up until high school.

- Did I ever tell you that?
- No.

Well, then, and
his dad taught him

how to play baseball.

So, when you,
picked this up, I, uh...

You could coach me in algebra.

No, I think I missed
the chance to be your coach.

But, if it's not too late,

I would like to be a fan.

I'd like that.

- Dad?
- Yeah?

Why are we so,

How come we're not more alike?

You and I?

We're not that different, son.

I still go to the mountain too.

What's that?

- Well, this is a saxophone.
- What's a saxophone?

Well, it's an instrument.
You use it to make music.

What kind of sounds
does it make?

What's your name?

Well, people call me Butter.

Why do they call you that?

Because he makes
that saxophone there

sound as smooth as butter.

No, he doesn't. He makes
it sound like farts.

As entertaining as that may be,

can I steal you away?

I know what you're going to say.

Well, I know you've
been read the Riot Act,

but, I came to help.

I spent over an hour
talking you up

to that gentleman today.

Who is it?

Well, he's at Julliard.

He's also a phenomenally
talented saxophonist.

And?

And, he'll be in
town next month,

and he's willing
to hear you play.

Now, if he likes what he hears,

he can recommend you for
an audition to Julliard.

But I wasn't applying for
colleges until next year.

I don't even know if
I'm planning to study music.

Yeah, well, it sounds to me
like you're not planning

much of anything.

Your parents told me
they weren't sure

if you were coming
back to school.

So I took it upon myself
to make this call.

I mean, it's just an idea.

It's, it's completely up to you.

But, I think he'd be impressed.

You have an immense talent.

I mean, you know,
symphony of flatulence

notwithstanding.

- Right.
- Right.

- Let's go get some Jell-O.
- Let's go get some Jell-O.

I hope they got sugar-free.

What I think is even better

is that they're really focused
on the whole student

-and making sure that they're all,
-Mm.

- Self-motivated.
- Okay, fine.

I'll go, I get it.
I did something crazy.

So, I don't blame you for
wanting to send me away.

Send you away?
What are you talking about?

Yeah, to the Institute.

What, you told him he
would go up there alone?

No. I-I, we didn't
talk about it.

I mean, I just assumed that he...

Assumed what?

We would never send you
up to Chicago all alone.

I don't understand.
Where would I live?

With us. We'd all...

move to Chicago together.

Yeah, a lot of my clients
do business in Chicago.

And, you know, it would
only be for about a year.

And there are plenty of houses
that I could sell in Chicago.

I could even use my new sign.

We'd move?

All of us?

We're not forcing you.

Okay? We're just,
gathering information.

Do you think I should go?

Well, that would be your choice.

Hello.

Doctor.

See you in a little while.

Okay.

I'm Dr. Jennice.

I'm a psychiatrist.

- So, are you here to see if I'm, crazy?
- Not really.

But, kind of.

It's my job to make sure
you're safe to go home

before we can
legally discharge you.

Charlie Parker.

My favorite Charlie Parker
song is "Chasing the Bird."

You have good taste. Its
theme contains two simultaneous

interlocking melodies

played by the alto sax
and the trumpet.

Only one Yardbird ever played.

Yardbird, I heard
he got that nickname

because he would listen to
bands from the yard of a club.

Yeah, I've heard that one too.

But, actually it was because
he loved eating chicken.

And they called them
yard birds back then.

Could you imagine a world
without Charlie Parker?

What do you mean?

He tried to take
his own life too.

And cheat the world
out of his music?

Yep.

Same could be said for you.

You almost cheated yourself

out of a productive life.

And for the first time, I'm...

I'm glad I'm still here.

You have a lot of admirers
on your website.

I still have a website?

Well, actually,
your mom shut it down.

But she did print
several pages first.

For what? My scrapbook?

Do you know that people
can get into trouble

for bullying someone into
doing something dangerous?

- Even over the Internet.
- I wasn't bullied.

"Only a guy with
an ass as fat as yours

could eat all
that in one sitting."

Okay. So some kids are jerks.

But that doesn't mean all
the comments were that mean.

"You're so stupid
for trying this,

I hope you do die."

I-I know what they say.

But you're only reading
the negative comments.

Why don't you read some
of the positive ones?

Because there aren't any.

Bullying can take lots of forms.

Sometimes it can
look like encouragement.

It's not their fault.

I mean, it's nobody's
fault but my own. Right?

I just felt so beat up
at home, at school...

Most of all, by myself.

I scheduled
an appointment for you

to meet Dr. Lang,
a psychologist.

You understand
how important it is

for you to start therapy,

to have a plan.

Yeah.

Think it'll help with my weight?

Do you know how much you weigh?

423, no. Uh, 409.

At least... No, it might
be a little less now.

- 372.
- What?

You weigh 372 pounds.

That's impossible.

I was 409 at
my last appointment.

They weighed you while
you were in a coma.

That's like 50 pounds
since Thanksgiving.

Lucky you.

Most of us gain weight
during the holidays.

I think we're good.

By the way,

what's your favorite
Charlie Parker song?

Same as you, "Chasing the Bird".

♪ Come on fly with me ♪

♪ Take a ride with me ♪

♪ And it feels so good
to break away ♪

♪ Drink champagne
music all day ♪

♪ Come on fly with me. ♪

♪ Get high with me ♪

♪ So high ♪

What, no funny face?

Because you're not
a baby anymore.

Mom, you know I can't eat these.

It's a new recipe.

Low calorie comfort foods.

I thought that...

you and I could go through
it and find some things

that look good to you.

They smell awesome, Mom.

Mmm.

Mom's pancakes were
from another world.

I wondered how she managed
to make them taste so sweet

without any maple
syrup in sight.

It was more than food.

It was a message from Mom
that she messed up too.

It was a promise to do better.

And that tasted greater
than anything.

You know, it looks like there's
a pretty good line-up

at the jazz fest.

We should get tickets.

That'd be great, Dad.

Come in.

Thanks, Mom.

I don't think you should go back
on the Internet quite yet.

Mom, I'm just going to play
games and stuff, okay?

You got nothing to worry about.

I knew you were suffering,

but I didn't know you didn't
want to live anymore.

You could have told me.

Mom, you can't blame yourself.

I'm trying to stop
tormenting myself.

I want you to know that
life can and will get better.

And you are not alone.

There are so many
people out there

going through bad times,

and there are
so many people here,

that love you.

I love you, Mom.

I love you too.

Can we just start over?

I would love that.

Oh, my wonderful son.

Dear Butter, thank
God you're okay.

We are so sorry for what we did.

We care about you,
and want you to know

we take full responsibility
for our stupid actions.

We didn't know you were serious
when you posted your website.

It grabbed our attention and we thought
we could have some fun making some bets.

But as we got to know you,
we enjoyed becoming your friend.

We realize now we should have
taken it seriously and reached out to you.

Dude, you got
a great life ahead.

Butter, we're really happy
you're still here

and hope you get well soon.

Trent and Parker.

♪ I've got Patience I can wait ♪

♪ But you've been
taking all damn day ♪

♪ I've got no more
time to waste ♪

What?

- ♪ You better show up ♪
- Huh?

♪ Know what you need to say

Hi.

Hi.

What's in the bag?

Books for school.

We started back today.

I'm not going back.

I thought you were done with me.

I mean, that goodbye...

I said goodbye to JP.

That's what I get for meeting
a guy on the Internet.

They still teasing you
about that at school?

No, I'm already old news.

And me.

Am I old news?

Oh, no.

You are all anyone
can talk about.

Some people actually
thought you died,

because you didn't
show up today.

And then some theater kids
called it a performance art.

Performance art?

- Performance art.
- Right.

Jeez.

Are you sure don't want
to come back to school?

Why would I want to?

I'm just going to
go back to being

that same nameless
loser I always was.

- Whoa! Hey.
- Oww!

What did I say about talking
about my friends like that?

Wait, friends?

Yeah, we could be.

We just need a reset button.

So hi, I'm Anna.

Nice to meet you, Anna.
I'm Marshall.

- Marshall?
- Yeah.

Ah, pleasure to meet
you, Marshall.

The pleasure's all mine.

I think you should come
back to school tomorrow.

I don't know.

I don't think
I'm ever gonna fit in.

Professor Dunn saved you a spot.

And I will be there
to support you.

I'll think about it.

- Promise?
- I promise.

♪ Reach out ♪

♪ It could be better
than a fantasy ♪

♪ I keep my eyes on
the prize, baby ♪

♪ I keep my eyes on
the prize, baby ♪

♪ I got my levels out of place
last night it was a long one ♪

♪ Looking for a quick fix
looking for a shortcut ♪

Hey, welcome back, Marshall.

Hey.

Hey, what's up, Marshall.?

Hey, Marshall's back.

- Oh, hey, man.
- Hey.

- Hey, Jeanie.
- Hey, Marshall.

- Glad you're back.
- Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hey, Penelope.

♪ When I think of you ♪

♪ I think of us ♪

Hey, I'll see you
in class, okay?

Hey bud, so you are back
in band with us, huh?

Yeah, yeah. I got new
reeds and everything.

- Got the sax all set up.
- I'm so excited.

Yeah.

♪ Ayy-ohh ♪

♪ Got me singing ayy-ohh ♪

Do you know how
Jupiter got its name?

- No.
- The Romans knew about seven bright objects up in the sky,

the sun, the moon, and
the five brightest planets.

They named all of them after
their most important guys.

Jupiter being the largest,

was named after the King
of the Roman gods.

I guess that does make sense.

Why is that?

'Cause bigger is better.

Nah. No.

Hmm.

You okay, there?

Yeah.

I had forgotten just how
beautiful this place is.

Your dad used to bring me here
when we were first dating.

I love it.

I brought Anna here once.

Oh, it wasn't like that.

I mean, we're just friends.

She's an awfully pretty girl.

Totally not my type.

Of course not. Ha.

I'm sorry I didn't talk
to you about it all before.

I know how hard you tried.

I'm sorry too.

Would you play us something?

For you?

Of course.

Oh, thank you.

I spent an awful lot of time

blaming other people
for my problems.

But when it came down
to making the decision

between life and death,

it was my own mistakes that
pushed me over the edge.

Doc Bean was right.

There is no shame in talking
with someone to get help.

Mom, Dad, and the professor
were there for me.

But I told the lies that
backed me into a corner,

which led me to make
the biggest mistake of all.

But I survived that mistake,

and the payoff was
this second chance,

a big cosmic do-over.

I could audition for Julliard.

And possibly secure a spot
at the most prestigious

school of music in the country.

Or, next year, I could
attend the Institute

with the support of Mom and Dad.

I felt comforted by the
fact that I had options,

frightening, risky,
intimidating options,

but they were my options.

My opportunities to choose from.

I will never back myself
into a corner again.

♪ When you're feeling
in times of doubt ♪

♪ Your head's in the clouds ♪

♪ You look around like
where's the ground ♪

♪ Oh you wanna feel it now ♪

♪ Am I running out of breath ♪

♪ But don't count your steps ♪

♪ Count your blessed
forget the rest ♪

♪ Look at all the good instead ♪

♪ But when you fall
in troubled times ♪

♪ Just know that
the sun will rise ♪

♪ Uncountless times ♪

♪ Open your eyes
and celebrate tonight ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh ♪

♪ Let the love flood you ♪

♪ Just look around
you got people who love you ♪

♪ People who love you ♪

♪ People who love you ♪

♪ Just look around you got
people who love you ♪

♪ Trouble shows up unannounced ♪

♪ And we need
our family around ♪

♪ Come running now it's
safe inside this is our house ♪

♪ If the rain starts
coming down ♪

♪ Oh just dance
among the crowd ♪

♪ Let it flood let it flood ♪

♪ Let the love fall around ♪

♪ When we fall to our knees ♪

♪ Oh we just begging
for relief ♪

♪ Clear your mind
open your eyes ♪

♪ It'll be if you believe ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh ♪

♪ Let the love flood you ♪

♪ Just look around you got
people who love you ♪

♪ People who love you ♪

♪ People who love you ♪

♪ Just look around you got
people who love you ♪

♪ People who love you ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ You light up in the dark ♪

♪ You are the glory ♪

♪ And a priceless work of art ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ I see ♪

♪ I see a shining star ♪

♪ You're the light
through my window ♪

♪ From afar ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ And don't you forget ♪

♪ The only thing that matters ♪

♪ Is your heartbeat
going strong ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh Don't you forget ♪

♪ That nothing else can matter ♪

♪ 'Cause you know
where I belong ♪

♪ Oh-oh take me there ♪

♪ Won't you take me there ♪

♪ Won't you take me home ♪

♪ Oh-oh take me there ♪

♪ Won't you take me there ♪

♪ Won't you take me home ♪

♪ We light up the sky ♪
oh-oh ♪

♪ Heaven knows there's
no such thing as goodbye ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ Because love ♪

♪ Love can never die ♪

♪ Love can never die ♪

♪ We'll forever
be bonded you and I ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ And don't you forget ♪

♪ The only thing that matters ♪

♪ Is our heartbeats
going strong ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh don't you forget ♪

♪ That nothing else
could matter ♪

♪ 'Cause we know
where I belong ♪

♪ Oh-oh take me there ♪

♪ Won't you take me there ♪

♪ Won't you take me home ♪

♪ Oh-oh take me there ♪

♪ Won't you take me there ♪

♪ Won't you take me home ♪

♪ Oh-oh take me there ♪

♪ Won't you take me there ♪

♪ Won't you take me home ♪

♪ Oh-oh take me there ♪

♪ Won't you take me there ♪

♪ Won't you take me ♪