Son of a Gippeswic.
Irabelle.
I told you not to trespass here.
You told me not to follow you.
And yet here you are. As I recall,
you were the one following me just now.
I should have you quartered for such insolence.
Whitney? Whitney?
Whitney!
Get your ass out of bed
or you'll miss the big night!
Whitney!
You cannot hide up here all night.
Who said I was hiding?
That... That is a special edition.
Hey! Prom is a rite of passage.
Yeah. You're right. I...
I can't wait to tell my grandkids about the time
I dry-humped that gormless meat-sack from Algebra II.
Isn't there a small part of you that wants to celebrate
everything you accomplished?
Not really.
Jonah, how is your mother?
Pumped to be an empty-nester.
Is Whitney here?
Uh, yes. Whitney!
What kind of monster shows up at the front door?
The monster that you've been in love with since you were 5.
So come on, let's go. Go!
Hey, be cool!
Jonah.
What are you doing here?
Oh. I'll let you two chat. Mm.
You look so fancy.
Oh, really? I thought it might be a bit much.
No, no, no.
Um, shouldn't you be at prom?
That's kind of why I'm here.
I was hoping you might come with me.
I can't imagine how Willow would feel about that.
Oh, we broke up. Yep. For real this time.
Look, we've known each other our entire lives
because of our dads,
and you've always been there for me,
and I want to be here for you.
I wasn't really planning on going.
Whitney, I'm not going to let you
miss out on the greatest night of our lives.
Especially since there's...
There's no one else I'd rather go with.
Please don't make me beg.
She'd love to!
Sorry!
He is not going to be able to keep his eyes off of you.
Willow's gonna have my ass.
Jonah would never let that happen.
Okay. But what if she sees us together?
She kept the two of you apart for four years,
and now he wants you
and she can't do anything about it.
Aha.
Ha, gorgeous.
Get it on, come on. You're gonna be so cute.
I look ridiculous.
What about the blue?
You know, just one quick...
Hook it up. Okay. Okay.
It's like I'm going through the womb again.
There you go.
Yeah. Okay. All right. Yeah. Okay.
Okay. Farewell.
Yes.
Hello.
Perfect.
And?
Oh... your boobs look amazing.
Should we get you all made up?
I'm really more of an Ethereum guy.
Do you guys know what an NFT is?
Wow.
I feel like one of those Barbie dolls...
stuck in a birthday cake.
You clean up real nice, Whit.
It actually hasn't been terrible...
minus Willow burning holes in the back of my head.
Oh, I hadn't noticed.
Jonah...
there's something that I've wanted to say...
for a long time.
And-- Whit, um...
And now the moment you've all been waiting for:
Crescent Fall High's prom queen and king!
Willow Ramey...
It's me! ...and Jonah Beckman!
Oh, my God, I had no idea.
Oh!
Oh, my God!
Are those Spanx?
Nice to see you back on the court, Whit.
Yeah, don't be afraid to use two hands on the backhand.
Hey, easy!
I got it! I got it.
Yes!
Serena Williams, eat your heart out.
I swear, you could still go pro.
Hey, so what do you say we check out the reception rooms
for your wedding? Sound good?
Yeah. Yes.
What do you say, kid?
Pass.
I'll be at the club café.
All right. Come on.
That was great. After you, sir.
Hi. Could I have a large white chocolate mocha?
Mm-hmm. Thanks.
4.99.
4.99?
Yeah.
Hey, I'll just leave these over here, thanks.
Whit?
Hey!
Uh, I wanted to talk to you.
Oh. Are you... working at the club?
Oh, yeah.
I gotta get work experience before college, right?
Hey, congrats on Poppy and Levi.
Are they gonna get married here?
That's the plan.
I'm helping out with wedding services.
So you'll be...
Be here all summer.
Look, about the other night. Um...
What is taking so long?
Oh! Hi, Whitney.
You were saying?
Oh, uh...
We were just talking about our summer plans.
Willow's heading to Europe.
Yeah. Large white chocolate mocha.
My dad is renting a yacht on the Med.
I'm gonna miss you so much.
Large white chocolate mocha?
Is that your drink?
And I got two iced coffees. Oh. Perfect.
Here. Um, I'm just gonna talk to Whitney really quickly.
Oh, okay.
I guess I'll see you around.
Oh, it's so funny because I never actually thought
I'd have to explain this to you, but...
You may have won your little scholarship
but don't overestimate your reach.
Even if Jonah and I had broken up,
he would never go for a girl like you.
That would be about as realistic as that fantasy foreplay
that you lug around with you everywhere.
You know?
Mmm.
Mocha.
It starts Sunday.
It's six weeks.
You went to basketball camp
for three straight summers.
Hey. Whoa, whoa. The wedding.
I'll be back to help with the bulk of the work.
Please. I busted my ass studying for exams.
I got good grades.
I just need to focus on...
my physical health.
Get some... fresh air.
Maybe up my tennis game.
Sounds like a great idea. Right?
Jason! Well, you know what I mean.
I just don't really see there's any harm, right?
This after four years of me trying
to get you to go to Barre class with me.
Um...
Yeah. Okay. Sure.
Really?
Oh, yay!
- Got your bag? - Have fun, sweetie.
Okay, bye, mom. Bye.
Dad, can I have 20 bucks?
Well, good, uh...
Good luck, right?
Oh, sorry. Got you there.
- Welcome aboard. - Hey, packing light, all right.
Hey, those backpacks are back. Good to know. Okay.
Make sure you grab a shirt
and leave your cell phones in the box.
What is this, prison? Yeah, it's prison.
Except the guards can't protect you, Ramey.
We're using pens and paper.
No ticky-tocky, no nothing.
No. No, no, no, no.
No, I'm out. Okay. All right.
Hi. Did you get lost already?
Yeah.
Hello?
Mom, I-I need you to come pick me up.
Whitney, what are you talking about?
I made a huge mistake.
This was your idea.
I know, but...
This place is a death trap.
I am talking, like, Full Metal Jacket out here.
That's a little overdramatic. No, no.
Like, it's being run by holier-than-thou fitness freaks
taking their 'roid rage out on teenagers.
Probably because they peaked in high school.
Oof.
Don't let them hear you say that.
Whitney, we don't start things we can't finish.
What about that CrossFit class you chickened out of?
Plus, it's non-refundable.
Mom, Mom...
I am begging you, please don't do this to me.
Try to be open-minded. Love you!
Mom!
And that's why on our logo,
you'll see three trees on each side.
And now without any further ado,
I would like to welcome to you
the Princess Diana of the Pacific Northwest,
the Wonder Woman of wellness,
and my best friend, without whom
none of this would be possible.
Let's give a big Camp Laussel welcome to Cindy Ramey.
Kill me.
Hey, you guys. We are so psyched
to go on this journey of self-discovery with you.
Now, if I can ask you to do one thing
over the next six weeks, it's this:
Say yes.
Yes!
We are going to be exposing you
to a wide range of activities. Mm-hmm.
And sometimes they might scare you.
And sometimes they might seem downright impossible.
But I urge you to give everything a fair shake.
There's an athlete in each and every one of you.
And I want you to get to know that person intimately.
We're gonna start with a fun little icebreaker.
When I bounce the ball to you,
I want you to tell me your name
and why you were inspired to sign up
for Empowering Embodiment.
Yo. My name's Reese.
I, uh, injured my knee
in a volleyball accident last year.
It was pretty brutal.
But I mainly just miss my eight-pack.
Nathan.
Everybody in my family's big,
and if I don't find a way to break the curse
then I'm going to end up like my dad who ended up... Sorry.
Aspen. Uh... I don't hate my body.
I just wanna be able to throw a shot 17.71 meters
so I can qualify for the Olympics in 2028.
Hi. My name is Martina and, um, I wanna run a marathon.
I'm just screwing with you.
This place is supposed to straighten me out.
Who said I wanna be here, Mom?
Aww, thanks, honey.
And last but not least.
Hi. I'm Whitney. Um...
What inspired me? Yeah.
I just wanna make friends.
Friends.
That's great, Whitney.
Well, I can see that we have a very goal-oriented group here.
I can also see that, uh,
we have our work cut out for us.
But let's put a pin in that for now.
And kick off our summer program
with some delicious, mouth-watering
diagnostic tests!
Woo-hoo! - I promise you it's not terrible.
Who are they?
Your trainers.
They're just picking out their victims for the next six weeks.
Hmm!
Gross. You love it.
Oh.
Did we just all decide to stop at once and nobody told me?
Are we... Are we tired?
Are people tired? Is that why?
Think of this as your energy center,
'cause you're gonna need it.
So eat as much as you want.
Wait, they don't do portion control?
Whitney Carmichael.
I was so glad to see your name on the registration list.
You know who I am?
Well, of course.
I saw you win AP Scholar with distinction last month.
So impressive.
What the hell are you doing here?
What am...?
You were supposed to be on your dad's yacht.
Mind your business.
I just hope I get a hot trainer.
The trainers are off-limits.
It says so in the code of conduct.
You read the...? Yeah.
Oh, I'm not trying to date them.
Hi. Did you guys also make a huge mistake
by convincing your parents to let you come here?
Oh, I would never ask my parents
to send me somewhere like this.
I'm Whitney.
Wanna sit down?
Yeah.
Are you in school?
Uh, yeah. Just graduated. Crescent Falls High.
Me too. Saint Augustine's.
Going into second year at UVA.
Yeah, that's a great college.
Yeah, seemed like the best choice.
I'm on a shot-put scholarship.
- Is that a sport? - It's on TV.
I'm serious, I have no idea.
I don't put shots. I take shots.
Campers!
When I call your name,
pick up a map on the table behind you.
Whitney Carmichael.
Oh, did Cindy forget to mention?
You're gonna be running the whole way.
Hup, ho! Hup, hup, ho!
Yep, there we go. Yes, yes, knees up, knees up.
Hello, Whitney.
I'm Axel. Yeah.
The holier-than-thou fitness freak
that's about to have so much fun with you.
Did I say you could stop running?
Let's go! Let's pick it up. Come on.
What better way to top off the day
than a nice, long... Nap.
...plank. Please say nap.
One minute, let's go. Okay.
We got a problem, Whitney.
Do you even want to be here?
What do you want me to say? I want you
to stop giving away your power.
Power? What are you talking about?
You can actually start trying. I am... trying.
You're whining.
Get back up.
Engage your core.
Hey.
Uh, you know, you were supposed to release them 20 minutes ago.
I guess my 'roid rage got the better of me.
Come on. Let's go.
You know, I was thinking about you earlier.
- No, you go ahead. - You go ahead.
Axel's definitely the hottest.
Are you kidding?
He's a sadist. and a meathead.
Hey, that beefcake can clamp onto my barbell
anytime he likes.
Do you even know what you're saying?
I literally don't.
I have never been inside a gym before.
Me neither.
Engage your core, Whitney.
Why are you blushing, Whitney?
Yeah, Whitney. Why are you blushing?
I'm not.
He's mere flesh and blood.
I know.
Ladies, I'd hate to interrupt,
but I'd like to think I'm more than that.
Rise and shine, rug rats!
Oh, my God! Okay. Okay. We're up!
Yep. We got this. Okay. Okay.
Oh, my retainer.
Oh, that's... That's gross. You love it. Okay.
I don't know why nobody thought
to combine dumbbells with Zumba.
Heh, I call it Dumba, right? Here we go, ready?
Okay, nice and small. Up, press, feet together.
Up, press. Very nice.
And bam. Ooh...
Cha-cha-cha.
Put a little spin in it. Yeah.
Yeah.
Oh. That's okay, you can walk that off.
Drive through the hips. Through the hips.
Come on! Let's go!
Push it! You got it!
Okay.
Oh!
Oh, it hurts! Are you okay?
I'm so sorry.
Why would you let go?! I don't know!
Are you all right?
Then just once you get it over the quads,
it's a quick one, two, three.
And then... Oh!
You make sure it's nice and tight.
Give it a try.
- Go ahead. - Two loops for your two legs.
There you go, great work.
Does this look right?
Leg holes.
- Got it. - All right, now...
should be easy enough for most of you.
All you gotta do is climb up to the top of the utility pole,
and then it's a quick one, two, three, boop!
Jump to the trapeze.
You all came to this camp
to change something.
But to expand your understanding,
you need to go outside of your comfort zone.
Change is born from discomfort.
That's when we get to see what we're really made of.
So be curious.
Let's see how far you can push yourselves.
Whitney.
You're up first.
Did I stutter, Carmichael?
Yeah, Whitney. Let's go!
Arms out.
Thank you. Other arm.
You can do it, Whit.
Let's go, Whitney!
Nice and easy.
Keep your focus.
- Don't look down, Whitney. - Keep going.
All right, Whit!
Badass!
So close!
You've been holding out on me.
That was incredible.
Yeah! Yes!
Uh-huh. Okay. Who's next?
You need a hand?
Oh, um...
No, no. I was just looking for a scale.
Yeah. We don't keep scales on camp property.
Oh, oh, like, none at all?
I was a little skeptical when you said
you came here to make friends.
I didn't come here for a single reason.
Come here.
Here's the thing. Most people come here
to shed pounds, and I can't stop them
from using the camp as a means to an end.
I-I'm sorry.
Maybe it's not my place, but... you're a supermodel.
Oh, you're sweet.
Model. Right.
Isn't that kind of easy for you to say?
We've all been wired to see healthy
through a very narrow lens.
Myself included.
And it can take years to undo that kind of damage,
but I'm hoping that I can inspire a small shift
where maybe we focus less on the numbers
and more on how we feel.
Think about it.
You guys thought that the ropes course was hard.
Well, get ready.
This 12-foot wall is physically and mentally more challenging.
You have got to get each and every camper
over to the other side.
If you can do it in under... five minutes,
you can have the afternoon off.
Starting...
...now!
Ooh! Let's go!
Yeah, so it's actually not brain surgery.
What we're gonna do is the big people
are gonna lift the small people to the top,
and then they're gonna lift themselves over.
Well, when you say it like that,
it makes you wonder why we even need... small people.
You do it your way and we'll do it our way.
Let's go! Come on!
I gotcha.
Go, go, go!
Your girl's got spunk.
You guys need to share the wall.
Wah-wah-wah!
Enjoy your lunch, 'cause after...
I don't know, what should we do?
Burpees? Suicide drills?
Alrighty, let's go to the dining hall.
What's wrong?
Nothing. I'm fine.
Let me see.
Yep, that's a doozy.
You need first aid. Follow me.
After you.
This is your room.
Take a seat.
It's a dystopian fantasy series.
It's way more highbrow than it looks.
Yeah.
Don't look at me like that.
What-- What was that? What? What do you read, Tolstoy?
No, I'm reading that.
You're reading Blackwood?
I just got to the tortured lance.
No, no, no. Okay, don't you dare.
I'm savoring it.
Okay, so if you're a Blackwood fan,
who's your favorite character?
Irabelle, of course.
Really? What?
A guy can't see himself in a strapping female warrior?
No! I mean...
Okay, what do you like about her?
I like that she's lost everything...
but she doesn't let that drag her down.
May I?
Yeah, she's so sure of herself and...
I've never really been athletic, but, um...
when I read Blackwood,
it's like I get to be her.
Even for a little while.
Got it.
It's funny.
Obviously I don't know you that well,
but what you did the other day, that was brave of you.
Irabelle of you, even.
Well, I've always thought of Irabelle
as more of a lone wolf.
Well, since I'm ahead of you,
I can tell you that that's starting to change.
Uh, Axel.
Hey.
Uh, I should go.
Yeah.
Can I go? Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Okay. Bye, Whitney. Thanks.
Oh.
I don't need to remind you about
the "no trainer on camper" rule, right?
No, I know. She's a sweet kid.
Okay.
Whitney, look. I can't lift my fork.
Okay, here.
Can you make the choo-choo noises?
Train? Seriously?
Choo-choo!
Choo... choo... choo... choo.
Thank you.
- As you were. - Why would we ever listen
to the one person who fails gym class?
If we had just done it my way, we'd be on the beach right now.
You know, but maybe it's time that she realizes
that she's not always perfect.
I didn't fail gym class.
Maybe you should've.
Oh, it's on.
Food fight!
Not the plate!
Hey! Hey! Stop throwing food!
Enough! Enough!
I'm sorry. Do you have any idea how wasteful this is?
Every one of you is going to clean up
every inch of this place.
Is it just me or is Axel, like,
way hotter when he's just, like, raging?
Um... Ooh!
Ow. Girl...
how long have you been sitting on this?
He's not even really my type.
You mean, perfectly chiseled abs...
dimpled face...
those arms!
No. I mean, like, gym rats.
You know, meatheads, jocks.
Don't be such a labelist, Whitney.
People can be many things.
You're right.
So when are you gonna make your move?
No.
Why? Not happening.
Why not? I think him and Renata
have something going on anyways.
No. I overheard my trainer say they broke up.
Wait, what?
Yeah. She cheated on him.
Oh.
You can fix his broken heart.
You can mend him. Stop.
Lick Nutella off his abs.
Go to sleep!
Hee-hee!
Oh. What's up?
My leg is just-- It's just cramping.
No, no, stop running. Guys, keep going.
It's okay. It'll wear off. Sit down.
Come on.
Whitney...
What? Just relax, okay?
There we go.
Oh, just breathe through it.
There you go.
Are you still mad?
About the food fight.
No.
You wanna talk about it?
I-I really don't mind.
How's that? I'm a good listener.
No, silly, your calf.
It's much better. Thanks.
All right.
So, Willow? Something going on there?
Um, yeah. We went to school together.
What, did she cheat off your math test or something?
No.
We were not friends. Well, high school's over.
Everybody close your eyes.
Focus on the sounds.
What do you hear when you can't see?
The whisper of the frangula purshiana
on a summer breeze.
A distant waterfall.
To yourself.
Everybody inhale, deep breath in.
Exhale.
Feel the ground beneath you.
Oh, my God! Oh!
It's okay, it's okay.
Hey, little guy.
- Come on. - Hey, Bob?
I'm getting him. Here we go.
Quicker.
I know. Nature can't be rushed.
Where are we going?
We're here.
You did all this?
I want you to feel like Irabelle.
How do I...?
Oh.
Three fingers here.
Replace my hand. Good.
Good.
Imagine you're squeezing your shoulder blades together
as you draw it back.
Hold it there.
There you go.
Breathe.
And release.
All right. Okay.
I guess I'm just a natural.
Oh, come on.
I wouldn't be too hard on yourself.
A little more practice, you'll get the hang of it.
"A little more practice..."
Oh, my God! Axel, I was just being polite.
Okay? Archery's clearly not your strong suit.
Okay, now you're gonna get wet.
No, no, no! Come on, let's go.
Let's go. No, no, no.
All right, okay.
As you were saying?
Well, we can...
We can try a few more times.
You'll get the hang of it.
Yeah, I like that. Looks good.
What's going on? We're going out.
Martina found the perfect place. Mm-hmm.
I overheard my trainer talking about this dive bar.
If we can sneak out.
- Uh... - Come on, Whitney!
We gotta bust out of here and fly our freak flags.
Yeah, I just... wish I could.
I just don't have anything to wear.
That's why you have girlfriends. And a Nathan.
Nathan. Hmm? Mm-mm-mm.
I'm gonna take that as a yes. Eee! Let's go!
Be back in five minutes.
Yippee! Ow!
So they have, like, real alcohol at this bar, right?
'Cause I was just with my parents one night
and I thought I was getting drunk.
Turns out it was just a bunch of Shirley Temples.
I definitely had a sugar high though,
so don't look at me like that. It felt real.
I'm not judging.
Is this your nightie?
Yes. But...
if you belt it, it's a super cute dress.
It's cute.
Yeah. Okay.
I'll leave you be. Let me know when you're ready for makeup.
Bye!
All hips to the left, forward, right, back.
It's serving. So good.
It's this constant attitude I can't get past.
See, if you would just give the program a chance.
You'd just love that, wouldn't you?
If you could just fix all my problems.
Then you could tell the whole world
and you wouldn't just be some dumb model.
I'm sorry.
Retired dumb model.
We are not done talking. Not even close.
What the hell are you doing? Nothing.
We were hoping to sneak out. Aspen!
I can't lie.
Let me guess. The dive bar.
You know it?
It's the only bar within five miles.
But good luck getting in there.
This place is on a lockdown.
What is the point in even having a fake ID?
Well, maybe we could come to some kind of agreement.
I thought you said-- I said that it was on lockdown,
not that it was impossible. I'm listening.
Well, you just need a really good tour guide.
No, no. No, we're not going out with her.
Hey, Mom! Mom--
Oh...
We wouldn't wanna ruin your perfect reputation.
Let's weigh our options here.
Five kamikazes, please.
Okay. That has got to be offensive.
Elspeth Fellows? It says you're 32!
Shh! Chill.
That's yours. There you go.
Martina, do you wanna dance with me
in this pub... bar... establishment?
Yeah.
How's Jonah? Two more.
Put it on Elspeth's tab and don't make it the cheap stuff.
Hard to say when you don't have cell phone access.
So, what's with this forest bathing
that your mom's into? It's Japanese.
And its benefits are actually pretty well-documented.
Well, if I didn't know any better,
I'd say you buy into this stuff more than you let on.
You know, my mom used to be obsessed
with you coming over when we were freshmen.
I didn't know that.
Thought you'd be a good influence.
Yep.
Oh!
Good thing she can't see me now.
Uh-huh.
Hey. Hey.
I like what you're doing out there.
Thanks.
Three beers, one gin and tonic, please.
Code red.
You know we did the same thing when we were campers.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're trainers now.
Don't be such a hypocrite.
Besides, we can just make 'em pay off for it tomorrow.
True. Come on, let's go.
Attention, patrons! It is that time of the night.
Your chance to take a spin on our faithful mascot...
the buckin' bronco himself...
Oscar Tornado!
Any other takers?
Me! This girl!
Yeah! Get on up there, little lady.
Axel! What?
Where are you going?
I'm leaving.
Looks like she is going for the all-time record!
Whitney! Whoo!
Oh! Unh!
Whitney! Are you okay?
You have pretty eyes.
Quiet down.
I never wanted to come here.
They forced me to show them where it was.
Like they forced you to drink peppermint schnapps
that I smell on your breath?
It's tequila.
You okay? Yeah.
No. I don't know.
It's just... It's just Aspen.
We danced together and we kind of... had a moment.
You-- You and...
I thought you were thirsting over Axel this whole time.
Yeah, it's called bisexuality, Whitney.
Oh, yeah, I know what bisexuality is.
Thank you very much, okay? You're welcome.
Um, no I'm... I'm just surprised.
Like, what... What happened?
Well, she made the move,
and then as soon as the kamikazes wore off, she...
She said she doesn't want anything serious.
No distractions.
Not with Los Angeles 2028 coming up.
Well, do you want anything serious?
Then tell her.
Martina and Aspen. Oh, shh!
Mr. Tornado, please,
I'd like to see you again. Mr. Torn...
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Is Mr. Tornado coming over later?
Good night, sir.
Wait. I got it. I got it. Yeah.
Whitney. Can you hang back?
Bye-bye.
Hey.
I'm gonna let you get to bed
in a sec. I just, uh...
Ugh! Brad.
He wanted me to give this to you.
I don't need to explain myself to you.
Oh, no, you're right. You're right.
You're my trainee,
and, uh, I feel a certain level of responsibility for you.
And you could do so much better than Brad!
Axel Chandler, are you jealous?
I'm not allowed to be jealous.
I don't wanna take away any credit from, uh, Oscar Tornado,
but that was, um...
impressive bull riding.
Well, I really should be thanking you.
You know, all the squats you've been having me do.
Ha-ha, squats.
I'm not gonna go easy on you tomorrow
just because you got hammered.
Oh, okay, okay.
That's how it is?
Yeah, that's how it is. Yeah?
Mm-hmm. Okay. Well then go easy on me
because... you like me.
Whitney...
Ugh, I will slit their throats.
Time to run!
Yeah, all right, yeah.
Wake up, everybody! Wake up, everybody!
Why do I smell tequila?
Nice! Nice! Nice!
That's my team! That's my team!
Come on, let's bring it back!
Here, my little hungover friend.
It might be a little soggy.
What?
It's not a trap.
Okay. Watch.
I'll check it for poison.
Mmm.
I'm still here. Pretty good.
You know, fitness freaks,
we like fast food as much as the next person.
I know you want one.
Mm, okay. There we go.
Mmm.
It's good. It's good.
So, minus the hangover...
how are you feeling about all this?
Well...
it's been challenging.
Mm-hmm. You know, just when I think
it's getting easier, you make it harder.
But I don't... I don't hate it anymore.
I just wonder...
What?
No, it's stupid.
Hey. Try me.
What if it's not me?
What if it's... Irabelle?
Okay, forget it. Forget it, forget it.
No. No. Hold on.
Explain.
When things get hard...
I imagine myself as her.
You know, 'cause she's good at that stuff.
And I'm starting to think it's making me good at it.
But I can't do it if I'm not her.
Ah, okay.
Okay.
So... the next time
that you wanna be Irabelle,
just... don't.
Problem solved. No. Yeah.
Sorry, let me explain. Uh...
Just close your eyes.
Picture yourself.
The same shirt, same pants.
But just as Whitney.
You make it sound easy.
Yeah. It can be.
But only if you're willing to get out of your own way.
Ah. One more thing.
Didn't forget burgers. Boom.
Yes!
Perfect hangover cure, some might say.
Mmm...
Your strong lungs
that pull fresh air into your blood.
The beating heart that pumps oxygen
towards your muscles.
Choose to be grateful.
Namaste.
- Hey, Whitney. - Can I talk to you for a sec?
Yeah.
I wanted to ask you what you were doing next summer.
Oh. Um, well, I have a wedding
and two semesters of college to get through first.
I don't even have the bandwidth to think about it.
Well, I have some trainers that are leaving,
and they're gonna need replacing.
Oh. Do you need recommendations?
I mean you, Whitney.
You'd have to complete the personal training course,
but people do it in three to six months.
And knowing you,
I think you could balance it with your course load.
But take your time, think about it.
Yeah.
Sweetheart. I didn't realize that...
It's okay, Mom.
I'm sorry.
You're my mom. Mm-hmm. Yeah.
You're not gonna believe what happens next.
I am so close to cutting holes
in your pretty little muscle shirts.
Well, they're not that pretty.
Not as pretty as my eyes, at least.
Oh, you're feeling cocky now, huh?
You can't talk to trainers like that.
Why, because you're such sensitive souls?
No, because we can cancel beach day
at the drop of a hat.
Whoa. Cancel beach day?
Nah, I think we can make them suffer a little more.
Capture the flag?
Trainers versus prisoners?
Oh, sorry... campers.
Good luck.
Guys.
So I have this really fun idea.
You're going down! Let's go, squad! Let's go!
Are you okay?
Mm-hmm. You sure?
Yeah. Fine.
Yeah, of course. You're good.
Didn't hurt at all. Right.
See, I get competitive sometimes.
I noticed. Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm. Well, you won, so it worked.
Nice.
Martina, you're like a tornado.
You called me a distraction.
I know. Sometimes it takes my brain a while
to catch up with my mouth.
I have dreams too, you know.
And-- And just because they don't involve a gold medal--
I am so sorry. You guys do your thing.
It's... okay. Um...
Good talk.
We'll... We'll talk more later.
Yep. Yep.
Uh, I think I'm gonna need you to spill the tea.
I think we're gonna see where things go.
Oh, my God! I'm so happy for you.
Oh, my God.
I know, Martina.
No, no. Oh, my God. What?
Look. What?
Oh!
It's the fact that you hurt my feelings.
You did cheat on me, that did happen.
Hey, things are looking good for team Whitney.
You haven't let me try. I have, I have.
The way you guys were looking at each other earlier,
you probably would've ripped each other's clothes off
if we hadn't been there.
I can't do this.
Fuck it.
Hey! Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
You're just out here for a swim?
Uh-huh.
No, no. Axel, Axel.
Just thought I'd become one with nature.
No, no, please!
Wait, are you...?
Yeah.
Okay, one sec.
What are you...? Okay!
Now we both are. That is not helping.
It sounded better in my head, yeah.
You know, I've never seen you out here before.
I know.
Oh shit, shit, shit, shit. What?
No. Oh, my God. What? What?
Fuck. What?
My chain, I think it must have fallen off.
It's probably here somewhere. Fuck.
Oh, it's like a needle in a fucking haystack.
What is she...?
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck.
Oh! Thank you. I got it. I got it.
Oh!
Thank you.
So, what's the deal with the necklace?
It was my dad's.
He died a few years ago.
It's actually how I got into all this.
Things got pretty bad for me at home,
and I got into this fight with my mom.
And I was such a little asshole,
and I just walked out.
Just walked out.
And that walk turned into a run.
And I just kept running.
Something about that, I don't know.
Just felt like it was the only thing that I could do.
So then I started going to the gym.
Lifting weights.
I remember thinking how cool that was.
How the muscles break down and build back up stronger.
This after two years
of watching my dad go through the opposite.
I just think I liked the feeling
that I had control over something.
I've never told anyone that.
But with you...
I don't know.
Do you remember that day we first met?
Oh, God.
I'm... I'm embarrassed even thinking about it.
I didn't mean what I said, I just was...
scared shitless.
That's it.
Fear has got a way of bringing out the worst in people.
But...
for some people...
they can turn it on its head,
channel it into something good...
for everybody.
And that's what I really admire about you.
It's what makes you a great leader.
I don't...
I don't think I'm...
I don't think I'm a good leader.
Hey. Don't do that.
Take the compliment.
I'm taking it.
Good.
'Cause I'd hate to see you abuse that superpower.
I...
I just got out of a long-term relationship.
And...
Okay, so that's the line we're going with here?
It's not a line. I promise.
It's not a line.
Look, what's going on with me has nothing to do with you.
All this work that you've been doing here.
I mean, I would hate to see you lose that over some...
Over what? Over what?!
Over what?!
You like me enough to kiss me when we're alone...
to tell me things you've never told anyone,
to swim naked with me.
But you don't like me enough to actually wanna be with me?
That's not true. Really?
No. Really?
'Cause I've been here before, Axel.
I know this! I know I'm not the girl who gets the guy!
Whether it's because I'm not pretty enough
or the right size or popular.
I'm the girl that you use to make the other one jealous.
What are you talking about?! Renata!
You'd clearly rather be with someone who cheats on you!
Who cares about Renata? Who cares about Renata?!
I know you think you're above all this shit
because your dad died, so you think
that makes you more sensitive or something, but you're not.
You are just as shallow as everybody else!
Right. Right, right.
Don't ever touch me again!
Hey, where were you?
Hey...
where'd you go?
What happened? Please don't.
I don't wanna talk about it, please just leave me alone.
Okay.
Did she say anything?
Maybe she's not feeling well?
Hey, what are you doing?
What do you care?
Did something happen between you and Axel?
No. Nothing happened and nothing will ever happen.
You're not supposed to have that.
Give me my phone. You're not supposed to have it.
Give me my phone. Give me my phone, Willow.
Stop! Don't you get it?
You won, okay?
What are you talking about?
I thought I could change.
I thought coming here, I was changing, but...
if everything else stays the same, then what's the point?
Whitney, I should've never said those things to you.
Why? It's the truth.
It's not true.
That was...
Well, it was about me, not you.
And I am so sorry.
Yeah, it doesn't matter.
No matter where I go, I will always find someone like you
to put me in my place. Then don't let her.
You don't let a bitch like me decide who you are.
Why are you being so nice to me?
Because I think that you deserve better.
And I think that you deserve somebody as amazing as you are.
What if he doesn't love me back?
Then they don't deserve you.
You don't settle for the Jonahs of the world.
That's my job.
I think I like you better than Jonah.
Yeah? Yeah.
Well, then it's a good thing that we broke up.
I'm sorry.
I'm not.
I can still remember my first three-mile race.
The ocean views, the wildflower fields.
It was beautiful... until nightfall.
When the grizzlies descended upon us.
Looking at all of you,
I could not be more proud.
I mean, do yourselves a favor and think about the people
that you were when you first got here six weeks ago.
So maybe you didn't accomplish the goals you set out with.
But each and every one of you are athletes.
And not because you run a good mile time,
but because you're here...
at the starting line.
So let's do this. Let's have some fun!
Come on! Let's do it.
Hey. Can I have a word?
I know we're not on the best of terms...
but I wanna wish you luck.
All this training,
everything we've been doing together...
it has to be for you.
Not to impress some guy.
And for the record...
I would never use you to make someone else jealous.
All right, trainers, clear out.
Runners, take your positions, please.
On your mark...
get set...
Okay, Whitney!
Whitney, Whitney!
Very nicely done.
Keep moving, keep those legs moving.
Avoid the cramps.
Yes, yes, yes! Good job!
Thank you.
For having my back.
I didn't know how much I needed it
until I met you.
Hey.
Group hug! Come here.
You sluts better stay in touch.
He went into town.
But I could...
I can give him a message for you.
Can you just...
tell him...
Whitney, what are you doing? Are you ready to go?
Come on, I wanna beat traffic. Let's roll.
Okay, bye.
Hey.
Hi, sweetie. Hey.
Whitney, you look amazing.
You're glowing! Look at you! And strong.
And did you get taller? Pop, does she look taller?
Yeah. You look great.
Thanks.
Poppy, what's wrong?
The club called this morning.
They are extending the renovations
and canceled the reception.
There has to be somewhere else we can do it.
No, we called Bridgehouse, Cedar Creek, Morgan Hill.
All of them, they're booked.
Why don't we just... have it in the backyard?
I do like the idea of it being outside.
Just think, like, with some...
Some flowers and lights.
We can make it look magical.
Come on, Mom. Mm-hmm.
Well, if I hear plastic tableware...
...I'm out.
911. I-- I think we have a fire in the Carmichael house
because it is hot in here!
Do we have to go out there?
Poppy...
you are the sweetest, smartest,
most talented, beautiful person I know.
And you get to marry your soulmate.
How many people get to say that?
Don't ruin your face! Whitney!
Don't ruin your face!
Hey.
I know why you had to get away this summer.
I get it.
But I'm so happy you're here with me right now.
There's no place I would rather be.
Everything okay here?
Mm-hmm.
Let's get this woman married.
Agreed.
Oh, yeah.
I know. We did good.
Cheers, bitches.
Cheers, bitch! Cheers.
Hi, everybody.
Thanks for coming.
I have always looked up to my older sister.
She seemed to excel at everything.
Sports, school...
boys.
But I realized recently
I wasn't giving her enough credit.
None of it was easy.
To go after what you want...
knowing you might fail...
I know just how scary that can be.
And I feel like I've been scared my whole life.
Someone once told me...
that fear can bring out the worst in people.
But there are some...
who, if brave enough...
can channel it into something good.
People like Poppy.
- Cheers. - Cheers!
Sorry I'm late.
What are you doing here?
Willow asked me to come.
Not as a date. Uh...
I was worried you never wanted to see me again.
That's not even possible.
I actually wanted to thank you.
And I wanted to apologize.
Those things I said about your dad, that was not okay.
Whitney, it's okay. And I hope you and Renata
are happy together. I-- Renata and I aren't together.
Are you sure? I can't stop thinking about you.
How clever you are.
How kind.
How sexy you were that night at the bar
and then again in the water.
All of it makes me want you more.
Okay. But, Axel, when you said
you just got out of a long-term relationship...
I wasn't making excuses.
I'm just sorry it took me so long to say this.
Whitney Carmichael...
you make me feel seen.
And all I wanna do is spend my time seeing you.
You don't know this yet, but I'm kind of a great dancer.
Sure. Sure.
Are you thinking, like, Patrick Swayze
and you're really like
Napoleon Dynamite?
Hey, Napoleon Dynamite's a good dancer.
Follow me.