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- How many people signed
up for this class?

- 30.
- It's 25 max.

- She thinks I'm an idiot.

- Matthew's school put together
an event to honour him,

and you,
you need to be there.

- I don't think he felt like
he meant much to this place.

He's always talking about how
crazy this school made him.

- I thought I knew what today
was going to be,

that I would come here
and explain to you all

how amazing my husband was,
but you already knew that.

I'm sorry for your loss.

If we had a kid, we would have
to come up

with some ridiculous name...
like Pickle.

- Pickle?
- (laughs)

So these were all things
Matt wanted.

Like an idiot, I still believed
that the worst

of this nightmare...

(inhales deeply)
was over.

(dramatic music)

- You walk all night, 16 miles.

My friends and I do it to honour
our friend Margaret

who took her own life.

I know a suicide walk is a
crazy thing to look forward to,

but when I did it last year,
it changed me.

So...

We are way over.
Uh, well, I'm done.

So thanks for listening.

- Thanks, Karen.

Thanks, everybody.

(chairs clattering lightly,
indistinct chatter)

Hey, man.
- Hey.

- First time?

- No, but it's been a while.

Hey, was--was Leigh here today?

- I don't know a Leigh.

- Huh.

OK.

She was--

My brother was
her husband.

He's dead, so I don't really
know what we are now,

but she hasn't returned
my texts in more than a week.

I thought she was ghosting me.

Maybe she's ghosting everybody.

- Look, I know we just met,
and I don't know her,

but can I say something?

- Sounds like
you're going to anyway.

- The kind of person who comes
to this group

is not the kind of person
you want to see disappear.

- Hey, Patrick.

- I hope
to see you again soon...

maybe in a chair next time,
maybe with your friend.

(indistinct chatter)

(cell phone clicking)

(cell phone chimes)

- So what happened?

- I tore my MCL teaching
my dance class.

- Are you gonna be OK?

- Yeah, I'm gonna be fine.

This is not about me.
It is about Leigh.

- What's going on with Leigh?

- She's been bailing
on her classes.

She just stays
in her room.

She hasn't showered,
and all she eats is cereal.

- How long has this
been happening?

- She got back from that thing
at Matt's school

in a bad place, and it just got
worse from there.

- Mm.
- I don't know what to do.

(sighs) She's falling apart,

and the studio
is falling apart,

which is...

(exhales deeply) It's making me
fall apart...

quite literally.

(breathes deeply)

- Hey...

I'm tagging you out, OK?

You take care of the studio and take
care of yourself.

I'll--I'll take care
of things here.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

(both chuckling)

- (groans)

It doesn't feel real.

- It looks real.

- It is real.
(both laughing)

(upbeat music)

- I'm sleeping.

- If you were sleeping,
you wouldn't be talking to me.

- Danny?

- Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- I...

Wanted to check in,
see how you were.

(rustling)

- I'm fine.
(sniffles)

- (scoffs)

Anyone with, uh,
more than two dirty bowls

in their bedroom isn't fine.

(sighs)

You've got, like, ten.

Why didn't you answer my texts?

- My phone's dead, and I don't
know where my charger is.

- That's cool.

I got you.

- OK, well, you came
and checked on me,

did a good deed,
so you can go now.

- I can't leave till I
know you're gonna be all right.

- I am all right.

- You're a shitty liar.

OK, you're not going
back to bed, so...

- What are you doing?
- Where's your top sheet?

Oh, it's here.
- Stop.

Stop! Stop making my bed!
This is so inappropriate!

- If that's what
it's gonna take

to get you out of this room,
then fine.

That's what's happening.

So what do you want to do?

Get some food?
See a movie?

- No.
- I mean, I suck at bowling,

but we can do that if you--
- No, Danny, no!

Why would I want to be out
in the world

with people who are having fun?

- OK.

I won't take you anyplace fun.

I promise.

- Hey, I just came by
to drop off my keys.

How's the leg?

- Still busted.

- How are you still working
on the newsletter?

That should take you,
like, an hour.

- OK, Lacey,
you don't work here anymore,

so you can go run free and find
someone new to torture.

What are you doing?
- This will take you hours.

It will take me minutes.
Come watch if you want

or just continue to not know
how to do your job.

I'm so glad I quit.

- (sighs)

(dramatic music)

(siren wailing in the distance)

- You took me
to a suicide walk?

What the hell
is wrong with you?

- Don't scream at me.

- I will scream at you because you
tricked me into coming here!

- That's not what
I was trying to--

I didn't know how to explain
this thing to you in a way--

I just thought that
if I showed you--

I don't know.
I figured you'd get it.

- Well, I don't get it.
You think Matt killed himself,

I think we're never gonna know
what happened,

so why would I ever do
this walk with you?

- Look, if I ever hear
about anyone doing a,

"My husband may have jumped
off a cliff

"or he may have slipped
and fell,

I guess we'll never know" walk,
then I'll let you know.

But until I see
a flier about that,

here we are surrounded
by people

who know what
we're going through.

OK, listen.

What if we just do a mile?
- No.

- One mile.
- I said no.

- You love talking
about what Matt would want.

You think he would want you
to go back home

and lock yourself in your room?

Leigh, you know he
wouldn't want that.

- You're using Matt against me?

- Now you know how obnoxious
you are when you do it.

One mile.

Come on.

- OK.

Newsletter is done.
Looks good.

Just next time, try not to do
it with so many typos.

- Who tries to do typos?

- All I'm saying is try harder.
- All I do is try hard.

Every second of every day,

I am at the studio
trying my hardest.

- Jules, come on.

You're always, like,
running off to have coffee

with your friends or whatever.

- What friends?
I don't have friends.

My only friend
who wasn't family

dumped me because my mom
slept with her husband and--

OK, I shouldn't have, um...

Please don't tell anyone
who still works here

what I just said.

- I won't.

- You know,
even if I did have friends,

I wouldn't have time for them.

All I do now is work.

- You were gone for almost
two hours yesterday morning...

and the evening before.

I just--I assumed.

- Mm.

I had to go to AA.

- Oh.

I didn't know.

- (scoffs)
Well, now you do.

- I didn't realise things
were like that for you.

Honestly, I thought
you just lived at home

and worked for your mom,

did whatever you want
and basically had no problems.

- (scoffs)
Yeah, I have problems.

You know, look, thanks
for staying to help--

- Hey, I'm hungry.

You want to order some food?

(cell phone vibrates)

- You're blowing up.
- No, you're blowing up.

How long was this off?

(cell phone chiming)
- Uh, a week.

- You got a lot of texts
from Drew...

and voice mails.

- (groans)
- What happened?

- I was supposed to write
this...makeup review,

and the day it was due,

I had a breakdown,

and it all
went into the stupid piece.

- Hmm.

- I'm sure the beauty editor--
she rewrote the whole thing

and probably yelled at Drew,

and now he's calling
to yell at me.

So, yeah, there goes whatever
Internet writing career

I maybe almost had.

- There's no way
it was that bad.

- Oh, well, this is
the last email I sent.

Here.

- Holy shit. You sent this?
- Yeah, well...

it's not that bad.

- Wait.
- Oh, God, I lied.

It is that bad.

- No, it's amazing.
It's amazing.

"Someone invent me
a time machine"...

- It's so stupid.

- "So I can take it back
to Mesopotamia

and murder the person
who invented eyeliner."

- (laughs)
- Yeah.

- (laughs)
- Here.

Tell us how you really feel.
(laughing)

(indie rock music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Excuse me?
- Hey.

I was just wondering if you had a
spare one of those pens.

- Oh, we have
so many pens.

- Mom, I think everyone's ready
to keep walking.

- You're doing 16 miles
on crutches?

- My sister's on crutches
right now,

and she is having a hard time
just getting around the house.

- Yeah, no.
This is hard for me.

When I broke my ankle,

I thought
I wasn't going to be able

to do the walk this year,

but then it was like I knew
the walk would hurt,

but it would have hurt more
not to be here.

So...

Ready?
- Yeah.

Keep the pen.
We've got too many.

- Thank you.
(all chuckle)

(music continues)

Write something
on my back.

- "Kick me."
- Danny.

Write a Matt thing.

(music continues)

- I was at this place
last week.

- Yeah, you'd probably
be out right now

if you didn't have
to babysit me.

- Nobody's babysitting.

I wanted to hang out
with you tonight.

- God, even I don't want to
hang out with me right now.

You know I hate that you have
to see me like this.

- Like what?
- Come on, Danny.

- Hey, you got knocked down.

That's just what happens
when you get hit hard.

But you got back up.
You're walking.

- Why do you have
to go to Norway?

- Oh, no, she doesn't have
to go to Norway.

Matt has to go
to Norway, right?

Why--why does Matt have
to go to Norway?

- How did you know about that?

- Matt was using
that joke on me

way before he was
using it on you.

- What's the joke?

- Whenever I would ask Matt
to do something he didn't want,

like take out the trash
or hang out with my mom,

he would, um--his excuse
would always be,

"I can't.
I have to go to Norway."

(laughs)

(all laughing)

- OK.

(all laughing)

(electronic music playing)

- Oh, that's such a good one.

God.

- OK...

- OK, I know you're not
supposed to objectify people,

but our delivery girl
was so hot.

- Oh, you are allowed
to objectify people

when they are that hot.
- (laughs)

- Wow.

Oh.

God, we have so many
smoke shows at this studio.

I can say this now 'cause
I don't work here anymore.

Kaitlin with a K,
Lyndsey with a Y,

Lauren P,
Lauren W.

Oh, my God,
Lauren W.

- OK, I can't say how hot
our students are

because I still work here,
but, yeah.

- Right?

(both laughing)

- Well, you know,
it's not just the students.

I mean, why do you think
so many people take your class?

Are people that obsessed
with songs from 2002?

- Yes.
- No, dummy.

All of your students
are wet for you.

- Soaking through
their booty shorts wet for you.

- Lacey--

- No, it is a good thing
that there are built-in bras

in the workout tanks,

otherwise it would just be rows
of visible nipples everywhere.

- No.
- It's true.

You are the queen
of smoke shows.

Bow down, bitches.

(both laughing)

- OK, whatever.
You know what?

If I didn't know you hated me,

I would think
that you liked me.

- Well, maybe...

Maybe I don't hate you.

- OK, now I know
you're messing with me.

- Do you want
to be messed with?

- I don't know.

- Seems to me like you do.

Is this OK?
- Yeah.

- Ooh.

I wore the wrong shoes.

I officially
have blisters.

- I wore the wrong underwear.
I officially have swamp ass.

(both laughing)

- What's swamp ass?

- If you don't know,
I'm not telling you.

- Oh, my God.
- Distract me.

Don't let me think
about my pain.

- Uh, OK.

Uh...
Oh. I know.

You wrote a Matt thing on my shirt.
Let me write one on yours.

- I don't want
my shirt messed up.

- (chuckles) Well, if you'd let
me mess up your shirt,

we could be Team Matt together.

- I'm going on
this long-ass walk for him.

Isn't that enough?
(laughs)

- OK, well, whatever.
Forget about Team Matt.

I can't make you be
a part of something

you don't want to be a part of.

- What is that supposed
to mean?

- You said you quit your job
so that you can, I don't know,

do all these things
for yourself.

and it just sounds like
you don't have time

to be team anybody else
right now.

- I feel like you want
to say something.

You should just go ahead
and say it.

- I don't know.
This--what--

whatever it is that
you're doing,

it--it--
(laughs)

It just seems a little selfish.

- You think I'm being selfish?
- Yeah, a little.

- Wow.

It's crazy hearing that
from you,

'cause you're, like,
the most selfish person I know.

- What are you talking--

- Always calling grief shots, force
everybody to play by your rules.

- I don't do that.

- You make Matt's death
about you.

- That is not true.
- Yeah, it is.

You wouldn't even
leave me alone

until I agreed to do that
stupid emoji thing with you.

- You wouldn't leave me alone

until I did
this stupid walk with you.

- Somebody had to get you
out of bed, Leigh.

You were like Matt
on his worst day.

And then I get you back
into the world,

and it's like you're not even
grateful.

- Yeah, OK. Yeah, you got me
out here, and now we are doing

this thing for Matt,
this thing that was your idea,

but when I try
and bring him up,

you shut me down.

And we are surrounded
by these people

who are remembering
their loved ones together,

and you won't remember Matt
with me.

And you know what, Danny? Maybe you
don't think you owe me that,

but think about Matt.

You at least owe Matt.
- I don't owe Matt anything!

He abandoned me!

You think you can get
out of bed tomorrow?

- Yep.
- Cool.

Glad you're feeling better.
I'm out of here.

- You're what?

- I'm calling a Lyft.

You can get one to wherever
you want to go.

- (scoffs)

Yeah, I'm gonna finish
this walk.

- You can't walk alone
in the middle of the night.

- I'll walk with them.

- But what happens
if you lose--

- Danny, if you want to quit,
that's on you.

I've got six more miles.

- (sighs)

(both laughing)

- Uh, so was that your way
of un-quitting?

- I never would have done that
if I was staying.

(both laugh)

- (sighs)

Now I have to get back
to my real life,

and it's gonna be
so depressing.

(grunts)

- You're gonna be OK.

- I don't know about that.

- Well, you're just one
of those people.

You walk into a room,
you have a thing.

- Oh, that thing where
I mess everything up?

- Yes.
Yes, that.

(both laughing)

You have other stuff, too.
- Mm.

- You have--you have magic
in your pocket.

- What--
I have what in my what?

(both laughing)

- No, it's a thing.

It's a thing
my life coach says.

- Oh, I didn't know you were
the life-coach type.

- Well, people aren't types.

Mm, not just types.

- True that.

- She's always telling me
to dig deep,

find the magic.

I don't know
if I have any.

But I see yours.

When you teach your class,

I see the way your students
look at you.

All right, I'm gonna go.

- You're not gonna help me
clean up the mats?

- I don't work here any more.

(door opens)

- (scoffs)

(sombre music)

- I'm sorry that I screamed
at you earlier.

I know that...

you're hurting
and doing your best.

- Yeah.

- Do you have anything

that you want to apologise
to me for?

- (exhales deeply)

No, no.

(laughs)

Sorry for dropping off
the face of the Earth.

- Yeah, why did you?

- (scoffs)

There are all these times
throughout the week

where it feels like...

Matt could still be alive.

Like, Thursday morning,
Matt doesn't feel gone.

It just feels like
he's out at school,

trying to get
through third period.

But when I'm with you,

Matt really feels gone
because I wouldn't be with you

if he were here.

My brother
never feels more dead

than when I'm with you, Leigh.

- I miss you.

- Yeah, no, I-I feel the
same way, too, about you.

But us being friends,

it's like,
I don't know--

you're gonna find another Matt.

Where does that leave me?

Are you really gonna
stay friends

with your dead
husband's brother?

You're gonna get married again,
maybe have kids.

You're gonna have
this whole new life

that doesn't include me.

- I don't think
I'm gonna have a life

that doesn't include you.

(dramatic music)

My feet are wet,
and I can't tell if it's sweat

or if my shoes
are filling up with blood.

- My swamp ass is so wet,
it might be blood.

(both laughing)

- Oh, I don't know
if I can keep walking any more.

- We've got one more mile.
- I know.

- We're so close.
- Danny, my feet.

- I'll carry you.
- No.

No, it's OK.

I'm fine.
It's OK.

Yeah, you know what?
I changed my mind.

Can I--
- Let's go.

- OK.
- Come on.

- I got it!
- Ow!

- (laughing)
- Jesus Christ, you're heavy.

- It is muscle.
I am a fitness instructor.

You don't know any of--
(laughs)

- Oh, God.

Oh.
(muttering)

- (laughs)
- (mutters)

- You know, I actually think
we're gonna make it.

No, I think
we're gonna make it.

(music continues)

(cheers and applause)

What are we gonna do
the next time we hang out?

- I don't know.

- OK.
(laughing)

Uh, you said you sucked
at bowling,

so what about--
there's miniature golf.

Laser tag.
Roller skating.

Anything?

Danny.
Come on.

- You know, Leigh, I...
(clears throat)

I don't think us hanging out
is--is a good idea.

(sighs)

- (laughing)

What the hell, Danny?

We just had this whole crazy
night together,

and now you are telling me that
we're in the exact same place

we were last year
when you told me

that you couldn't hang out
with me anymore?

Like, this can't
keep happening.

You can't--you can't be
my friend one minute

and then a total stranger
the next.

You can't do this night with me
and then disappear again.

No, I am so sick
of this bullshit.

I mean, why can't you just--
just be my friend?

- Leigh, I think I'm
in love with you.

I'm sorry.

- It's OK.

- I t-think I'm gonna go.

- Yeah, OK.
Me too.

- Bye, Leigh.
- Bye. Bye, Danny.

(light indie rock music)

- A-are you OK?

- Why are you asking me
so many questions, Mom?

- Because I
care about you.

Danny, I know you're
not doing well.

- It's my favourite part
of the week, actually.

- Your favourite?

Wow, I leave my regular
spot feeling like

I just broke out
of detention.

- I'm Tommy, by the way.

- Jules.

- What were you
listening to?

His name is Javi.

- So it's a first date.
That's huge.

Do you feel ready?

- I don't know,
but I want to be.

- I'm glad you walked into the
record store when you did.

- Maybe it was fate...
or a sign.

- A sign of what?

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