Boot Camp (2024) Movie Script

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 caf.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Namaste.
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.
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.
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...
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...
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.