Chasing Life (2014–2015): Season 1, Episode 4 - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead - full transcript

Previously on "Chasing Life"...

You're like the first
person I've ever dated

that I can actually see a future with.

How long since you've been diagnosed?

- About a week.
- How did your family react to the news?

- I haven't told them yet.
- Hey, Stan?

I quit.

This was just a lot all at once.

- Thomas Carver. Any relation?
- My dad.

This is really gonna help
the campaign, Mr. Hendrie.

- Danny: Hendrie was here?
- April: Yeah, I saw him in the elevator



with his obnoxious son Leo.

I have a pitch for my first piece...

- Bruce's son Leo.
- Lawrence: We can't go there.

- Why?
- Leo Hendrie is off-limits.

Have you thought about
going to a support group?

April: I'm not really
the support-group type.

I know I haven't stopped by in a while.

You all probably thought
I died, which is...

funny, 'cause it could be true.

For those of you I haven't met, I'm Leo.

Um, the tumor on my brainstem is Leo Jr.

- (People chuckle)
- He's a little too shy

to come out and say hello right now.

But don't worry, he's getting more
and more confident every day or...



What's the word my doctor used? Aggressive.

Grade II astrocytoma,

which as it turns out is a good grade,

so I'm proud of the little guy.

(People chuckle)

For anyone who knows my family...

Well, let's just say my dad

recently decided to drop our...

Small brood into the public spotlight.

And while I'm used to
microscopes at this point,

having spent so much time looking
at my own brain through one,

the scrutiny of my dad's decision

has made dealing with Leo Jr. even...

worse than the last time.

Anyhow, moral of the story:

Don't get a brain tumor, kids.

- They suck.
- (Murmuring)

Man: Right.

(Applause)

(Woman sighs) I have a question.

My fiancé has decided to shave his head

- in solidarity with me...
- Man #2: Nice.

But he does not have the face for it.

- (Laughter)
- How am I gonna break that news to him?

You know?

(Chattering)

So you're not the clerk from Bloomies.

- (Clears throat) Excuse me?
- That's what I thought at first.

I mean, you look so familiar

and just check out what you're wearing.

Then it hit me... Parking
garage outside my dad's office.

You're the reason I dropped
a grand fixing my bike.

- I think you've got the wrong person.
- Then I saw you again

at "The Boston Post." In the elevator?

Which means you're here
to get the big scoop

on Bruce Hendrie's cancer kid, aren't you?

- I...
- No, unfortunately for you...

(Whispers) I never forget a face,

(Normal voice) Which is
surprising, I know, considering...

- (Chuckles) Now I'm not a religious man...
- I didn't...

But I do think

that stalking someone at an
anonymous cancer support group

will definitely earn you a spot in hell.

I'd have to check the Bible
first and get back to you, though.

- Leo, just let me explain.
- Are we on a first-name basis?

Oh, I didn't catch yours.

- I'm just...
- One letter, I'm a really good guesser.

- You've got it all wrong.
- Really?

- (Scoffs)
- Or "rhymes with" could work. Anything.

I'll find out who you are,

and so will my dad.

Only the guilty run!

♪ You bet your soul, honey ♪

♪ you bet your soul ♪

♪ just right ♪

♪ You could stay all night
and never wanna go home ♪

♪ 'cause we can't stop ♪

(Alarm clock beeping)

Brenna: April.

- (Alarm stops)
- April.

Wake up!

- April.
- What are you doing?

Your alarm's been going off
for like the past 20 minutes.

- What, are you drunk or something?
- (Sighs)

Yeah, I'm stealing a
move from your playbook.

Wait, really?

No, I just feel tired...

And late. God, I'm so late.

- (Door opens, closes)
- You're welcome.

Sara: You've got to stop worrying about it.

(Beth chuckles)

The point is you have
all the time in the world.

Who are you talking to?

- Hey, dude.
- What are you doing here?

It's 7:00 in the morning.

I'm used to opening a coffee
shop at 5:00 A.M. every day,

so this is like... lunchtime for me.

Beth is trying to figure out what she wants

to do with her life, and
I was reminding her...

Use this time for some
positive identity building.

You know, your mom's
not bad with the advice.

I can see why she charges so much for it.

- This is caffeinated, right?
- Sara: Yeah.

Were you up late, honey?

Oh yeah, just working on
this last-minute rewrite.

Uh, I'm... I'm okay.

Beth, promise me you'll get my daughter out

and make sure she has some fun.

As long as you promise me you're gonna take

that tango class tomorrow night.

What tango class?

Oh, your mom booked a
class at this dance studio,

but she was thinking of not going.

Why? You've been talking
about learning tango for years.

Why wouldn't you go?

'Cause I signed up with Ben as my partner.

Now he's not in the picture anymore,

I can't go alone. You know...

- Both: Two to tango.
- Right.

What about grandma?

She's at her bridge
tournament in Baltimore.

- It's fine.
- Then I'll do it.

- Really?
- You were just saying

I need to take a night off. Why not?

Well, you don't want to spend
your free time with your mother.

I'm sure you'd rather
go out with your friends

- or go on a date with...
- Stop. The only person

I want to have a date
with tomorrow night is you.

- Just one thing, though.
- What?

Do we have to clench roses in
our teeth and stare at each other?

'Cause that might get a little weird.

(Laughs)

I really lucked out in
the daughter department.

Mmm. Bye.

Beth: Bye.

Are you really okay?
It's not the C-word is it?

No, I'm just... I'm tired,

and I'm late for my biopsy thing.

You mean the thing
where they screw a needle

into your hip bone and
suck out the bone marrow?

- I'm coming with you.
- No, you are staying

and you are gonna figure out
what you wanna do with your life.

I can totally handle this on my own.

The only C-words I am worried about today

are caffeine and concealer.

(George speaking softly)

Uncle George?

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Yeah, okay. Would you
excuse me for a moment, okay?

I'll be back.

Uh, April, I'm in the middle of a consult.

I showed up at Mass Medical
and they said you left.

Well, I assumed you were
blowing it off, as per usual.

I wasn't, I promise. I
slept through my alarm,

and then because I
overslept I missed the train.

Right. Well, sorry. You're
just gonna have to reschedule.

But I got myself all psyched up.

And today's supposed to
be a slow day at work.

All right... no, wait. Why'd you oversleep?

What do you mean? I work hard, I play hard.

- I get tired.
- Or it's a symptom.

You had any nosebleeds, bleeding gums,

- fainting spells?
- No.

The severity of the symptoms lets me know

just how rapidly the cancer is progressing,

which would definitely change some things.

- Like what?
- Like you working at all.

Then it's a good thing I feel fine.

(Scoffs) I...

Gotta get back to my consult.

Do me a favor: Go see the nurse

and reschedule as soon as possible.

- Okay. Thanks.
- Okay. Yeah, and April?

Next time don't be late.

(Sighs)

(Knocks) You wanted to see me?

You're a staff writer, right?

- Uh, yeah.
- Oh, okay.

I was confused since we had a staff meeting

this morning and you weren't here.

Sorry, I had a doctor's appointment.

It's funny. I think the
only time I've taken off work

for health reasons was when I
had to have my appendix taken out.

Actually, no. Wait, I did that on a Sunday.

- Did you need anything else?
- Yeah.

I need you to look over my notes
from the Waterfront Union piece.

Double-check my sources and
cross-reference the facts

- in case I missed anything.
- Shouldn't legal department do that?

But you're so great at it.

And get it done as soon as possible.

I want you free to proof
my piece on Bruce Hendrie.

We already ran your Hendrie piece.

Not that one, a new one.
The one I'm gonna write

tomorrow night after his
campaign kickoff party.

Just got my (singing voice) press pass.

I'm sure there are gonna be some stories.

These kickoff events can get pretty wild.

(Laughs) I still remember Obama's.

(Whistles, laughs)

It was amazing. Every sentence, every word.

And the stuff that he's
saying about the effect

of capitalism on modern romance...

Wow. I can't believe you read
my dad's book in, like, two days.

I can't believe I haven't
read Thomas Carver before now.

I guess it's my own fault for...

avoiding anything other
people tell me is good.

One of these days I'll
learn to embrace pop culture.

(Sighs) Speaking of pop culture.

- Friends of yours?
- Do they look like friends of mine?

- They go to my school.
- Brenna! (Chuckles)

Hey, I'm Greer. Sorry to interrupt,

but I've sent you like a dozen emails

on that history assignment
we're supposed to do together.

Yeah, sorry. I have a
really narrow spam filter.

(Laughs) Uh-huh.

Well, since you're here now,

how about we set a time so we don't
encounter any technical difficulties?

Umm, wanna say...

4:30-ish tomorrow?

Also, let's meet here. Our
kitchen's being renovated,

so it's really loud at my place.

- Fine.
- Great.

(Mockingly) Oh my God, don't you
just hate kitchen renovations?

(Chuckles) Welcome to private school.

- At least she's cute.
- Don't get any ideas. She's gay.

Oh, now I'm getting a lot
of really awesome ideas.

Shut up. (Chuckles)

♪ Even when the heart don't try to ♪

♪ I still like you... ♪

(Elevator dings)

- Danny, where are you going?
- Taking the stairs.

I don't need to spend the
next 60 seconds of my life

trapped in an 8x8 cube watching
you guys exchange longing looks.

(Elevator dings)

(Exhales sharply)

(Chuckles)

So how was your day?

- Taking it home with me.
- Ouch.

I'm just trying to clear my plate

in case I can score a press pass

to Hendrie's campaign
kickoff party tomorrow night.

Well, if I thought you could be
mistaken for me, I'd give you mine.

- You're going?
- No, my editor wanted me to.

He asked if I wanted to write a
piece on the fashions of the evening.

I mean, I know I work for Arts & Leisure,

but I just can't bring myself to care about

what kind of twill looks best with...

See? I can't even care enough
to finish that sentence.

God, I'd give anything to get in there.

Just eavesdropping on the
cocktail conversations alone

would give me a few great stories.

Don't you have any connections?

Mmm... I might have one,

but I'm not sure how ethical
it would be to use him.

- Him?
- Don't get jealous.

I won't be if you give me a kiss.

(Elevator dings)

When you say you're taking work home...

Is that limited to those files?

- (Chattering)
- Good night.

(Soft rock music playing)

♪ Digging up the past ♪

♪ wondering where you are tonight... ♪

- (Train beeps)
- ♪ I can't breathe ♪

♪ tucked under these sheets... ♪

Conductor on P.A.: Next stop
downtown crossing. Next stop...

♪ I can't breathe ♪

♪ with you this far from me... ♪

(Music stops)

(Train hisses, beeps)

Conductor: Braintree station, last stop.

Braintree station, last stop.

1:00 A.M., miss. End of the line.

Everybody off.

- Where are we?
- Braintree station.

- Where do you need to be?
- Beacon Hill.

Beacon Hill? That's clear back in Boston.

Won't be any more trains going
that way till the morning rush.

Patient was diagnosed with osteosarcoma

on 2-16-10. Achieved remission

- following neoadjuvant chemotherapy.
- (Beeps)

Hey.

Wait wait wait. I thought we
rescheduled to see you tomorrow.

I know and I'll be there.

- Early.
- Well, good.

So why are you here now?

What's going on?

I fell asleep on the "T" last night

and ended up at Braintree station

at 1:00 in the morning. I
don't know what happened.

I've been sleeping eight hours
a night. I'm eating normal.

And yeah, I've been working really hard,

but it's nothing I
haven't dealt with before.

Still, it's just like... like...

It's like you're... sick?

Yeah, well, so how'd you get home?

Somebody pick you up or...

finally tell your mom?

Oh no, I didn't want to tell her like that.

- Well, I wish you'd called me.
- I took a cab.

- I was fine.
- (Chuckles) Well,

you really don't like to
let people help you, do you?

I'm here, aren't I?

So is there anything else I should know?

(Sighs) My gums started bleeding.

April, you can't lie to me
about this stuff anymore.

I know, I know, but we'll do the biopsy...

tomorrow, and that's
gonna change everything.

We'll know what kind of leukemia I have

and just how bad it is, and then...

I can start treatment, right?

Right.

In the meantime, I'm going
to write you a prescription

for three different kinds of antibiotics

to prevent infection.

The fatigue you're feeling
is the result of anemia,

so I'm gonna order a C.B.C. for you,

and right now I want you
to get a blood transfusion.

Blood transfusion?

Don't worry. It's not
as scary as it sounds,

and it will help you significantly.

- Okay.
- I'm glad you seem to be

taking these things more seriously.

You've got to be careful
about what you make

your priorities, you know?

You put the wrong thing first for too long,

you won't just be waking
up at the wrong train stop.

You'll be waking up in the wrong life.

(Chuckles)

I feel like I already have.

(Chattering)

(People chattering)

Seriously? I thought I
scared you off last time...

But maybe I overestimated how
intimidating I am. Maybe I should start

- hitting the gym.
- It's not what you think. Please, just

- let me explain to you why I'm here.
- You know what?

Hang on one second. Everyone! Hi.

Quick announcement before we get started:

This chick's a reporter and
she's covering my dad's campaign,

so don't say anything
you don't want blasted

on the front page of "The Boston Post."

- (Murmuring)
- (Sighs)

Just... just let me explain.

Hi, my name is April and he's right.

I am a reporter and I am covering

his dad's run for office, but...

I was also diagnosed with leukemia.

(Murmuring continues)

And that's why I'm here.

I found out about this
place from someone else.

I didn't even know you were sick.

- But you are?
- I just had my first blood transfusion.

(People chattering)

Well, then... grab a seat.

Looks like you just started the meeting.

Me too. Yeah yeah yeah.

So that was pretty intense.

(Sighs) Leukemia.

Uck! I hear it's pretty tough to treat.

Thanks. That's helpful.

Well, hey, at least you
don't have a brain tumor.

Are you seriously competing with
me about whose diagnosis is worse?

Oh, gear it down. I thought
we were cancer friends now...

Or at least until one of us kicks it.

Okay, you know how I promised
to take off my reporter cap

as soon as I walked through
the doors of this place?

Yes.

Well, I totally intend to
honor that promise 100%.

- But...
- Your dad has

a campaign kickoff party
tonight and I need a favor

from someone on the inside
in order to get on the list.

Well, that is direct.

You're right. I'm... I'm sorry.

I don't know what I was thinking.

You do realize this party

is gonna be full of tools in monkey suits

whose heads are stuck up their
self-important asses, right?

Yeah, tools in monkey suits with
stories that could give me a scoop.

(Sighs) I'll get you in.

Seriously? (Laughs) Thank you.

- Whoa whoa whoa whoa.
- Thank you.

You made me feel I just granted

your make-a-wish
wish or something.

You totally did. You did.

You have no idea how much this means to me

and my career. I just... I'm so...

I'm... I have to go get ready. (Laughs)

Hey, cancer friend.

You know what would be...

really great though?

Big scoop.

What big scoop?

The story of a candidate's son

with an impending expiration date...

That is if you wanted it.

You would give me your story exclusively?

Find me at the party.

I already granted one wish.

I believe it's customary to grant three.

(Cellphone plays tune, beeps)

What's up?

Brenna, I need you to do me a huge favor.

I need you to take mom
to tango class tonight.

(Laughs) That's a good one.

I'm totally serious. She
was supposed to go with Ben,

and she's really sad
about it. She needs a date,

but I have the most incredible
work thing that just came up.

- You always have a work thing.
- I know,

but this time I'm breaking a huge story,

and remember I told you
about that girl Raquel?

I'm totally gonna be kicking her ass.

Come on, help a sister out.

I have to finish a project
with this girl from school.

Mom's class doesn't start until 8:00.

What, you need more time
to think of other excuses?

Yeah, just give me a second.

- Brenn!
- Okay, fine. I'll do it.

You're awesome. Thank you.

- Mom's gonna be so happy.
- That makes one of us.

- (Chattering)
- (Phones ringing)

Here are your notes...

Cross-referenced and alphabetized.

Wow, you are... awful happy about that.

Sorry, I'm just excited.

I love parties.

- Parties?
- Oh yeah, I scored an invite

to Hendrie's campaign kickoff party.

- You mean a press pass.
- No, an actual invite.

Well! And how exactly did you manage that?

A good reporter never reveals her sources.

What are you wearing tonight, by the way?

I mean, I wouldn't... I
wouldn't want us to clash.

Surprise!

- (Bag rustles)
- (Drawer shuts)

What happened to knocking?

Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

I just wanted to show you something.

Your favorite dress.

I thought it might be fun if
we dressed up for tango tonight.

(Sighs) Brenna didn't tell you.

Brenna didn't tell me what?

She's taking you. I can't go.

- (Laughs) Yeah.
- I'm serious.

She has all the details
and she's really excited.

I'm sure she's not excited,
but she's sweet to do it.

I'm sorry for the last-minute switch,

but I have a huge work thing tonight,

actually, I totally need this dress for.

How's it look?

Wow. Have you lost weight?

You're swimming in that thing.

It is a little big, huh?

Yeah, maybe I'll take it to Stella,

see if she can do a rush job.

Do you have any safety pins? Oh, April!

- What?
- What happened?

Oh, uh, I, um...

I bumped into a shelf
at work the other day.

I was walking with Lawrence,
and he walks so fast.

I wasn't looking where
I was going and I just...

- Honey, that looks painful.
- hit this metal thing.

- Do you need some ice?
- I'm fine. No, I'm fine.

I... I really should
start getting ready now.

I'll call Beth and see if she can
bring me something else to wear,

but thank you. Have so much fun at tango.

(Chuckles nervously)

(Rock music playing)

So I think we should start our
calendar on the year 1347...

That's when the outbreaks started...

And I think we should lead
with the term "black death."

- It's so freaky, you know?
- (Cellphone chimes)

Brenna? You with me?

Yup, "black death."

Do you even know what that is?

- Yeah, it's...
- (Cellphone chimes)

- Hang on.
- This is taking twice as long

as me doing the whole project myself.

Congratulations. You're smarter than me.

That's not what I meant. You're
just not even trying here.

Kinda defeats the point of having
a partner for an assignment.

Chill. I'm reading it now.

(Cellphone chimes)

Seriously?

So, you play tennis?

- Yeah. Why?
- I was just thinking

if working with me was so difficult,

how about we battle this out on the court?

Loser has to do the project all by herself.

Do you even play?

I've hit a ball around a couple of times.

- How hard could it be?
- I think we should

just do our assignment
like we're supposed to.

- (Cellphone chimes)
- Fine.

(Sighs) Okay, screw that. You're on.

(Knocks on door)

(Giggles)

- Oh. Yes.
- So what's this about a bruise?

- Oh.
- Oh, that looks nasty.

It doesn't hurt, and I'll have Uncle
George take a look at it tomorrow.

Right now I just need
you to help me hide it.

(Pop music playing)

(Sighs) Thank you.

(Chuckles)

- That's the one.
- Right?

Dominic is going to lose his mind.

Actually, that's the great
thing... he's not gonna be there.

How is Dominic not seeing you
in this get-up a good thing?

Dominic doesn't know I
have cancer. Leo does.

The last thing I need is them meeting

- and sharing stories.
- Yeah, a good call.

Still, though, you'd better watch it.

In that dress, even I want to jump you.

(Both laugh)

(Jazz music playing)

- (People chattering)
- (Cameras clicking)

I guess you found your in.

Dominic, you came.

My editor insisted.

Apparently, it's breaking news that...

Herringbone is making a comeback.

Now that I see you're
here, I'm glad that it is.

You look amazing.

- I'm gonna get a drink.
- Sure. There's a bar right here.

This one has a shorter
line. That's what I heard.

- From whom?
- Well, well, well, we meet again.

Leo. Hi. This is Dominic.

- Boyfriend?
- Um, no. No, co-worker.

- Nice to meet you, man.
- Nice to meet you too, Dom.

Sorry. Can I call you "Dom"?

Just... those dimples made me feel

just so immediately comfortable with you.

Bam! There they are again.

How do you guys know each other?

Well, let's see. Bruce Hendrie's my father,

so that's how we met.

And then we ran into each other again...

Maybe she told you about that?

No. Didn't tell me anything.

Well, let me say

it was at the weirdest place.

The hardware store.

Yeah, she was... yeah, she was buying a...

Chainsaw.

Don't really know what that's about.

But if I were you, I'd start
sleeping with your eyes open.

But if you're just "co-workers,"

I guess you don't have to be
worried about how you're sleeping.

Leo, when did you want to sit down
and do that interview we talked about?

After. I promise.

Nice to meet you, Dom.

You're interviewing Leo Hendrie.

- It was his idea.
- Wow.

(Mimicking) "I'm April Carver. I'm adorable

and people just throw
exclusive interviews at me.

- I don't even have to try."
- Spot on impersonation.

- Water, please.
- So what's your angle going to be?

You are just gonna have to wait

for the front page like everyone else.

- Woman: And for you, sir?
- Scotch.

(Pop music playing)

- I thought you played?
- It's been a while.

Hopefully you don't suck
this much at writing papers,

'cause it looks like
you're gonna be doing ours.

♪ Hey hey, hey na na, hey na na ♪

♪ hey na na, hey na na ♪

♪ hey na na, hey na na,
hey na na, hey hey... ♪

Okay, now I'm just feeling bad for you.

You're not even holding the racket right.

You want to grip it up and down like this.

Whatever. Don't worry about it

and don't feel bad for
me. I'm just warming up.

Okay. No offense, but I do not
see this ending well for you.

Yeah? Well, then let's raise the stakes.

Whoever loses has to do the paper

and the other person's history assignments

- for the rest of the year.
- Have it your way.

♪ Hey na na, hey hey ♪

♪ I've got a little secret, too ♪

♪ I've got a mad little crush on you ♪

♪ I wonder if you notice ♪

♪ wonder if you see ♪

♪ I wonder if you ever
want to dance with me... ♪

I really hate history.

- (Jazz music playing)
- (Chattering)

And so I said, "who do
you think I am, the boss?"

- (Men laugh)
- Good, sir.

Oh man, that guy must have such
a warped sense of what's funny.

They laughed at every
single thing he's said.

That's what I'm going to have to do
when I finally get to talk to him.

(Cameras clicking)

And that's what I'm going to
have to do right now with Raquel.

- Let's hear your fake laugh first.
- (Mock laughs)

- That's how you laugh at my jokes.
- Gotta go.

Raquel, hi.

- I love your dress.
- Love yours too.

I think I almost bought it, actually.

I can't remember. It was
a really long time ago.

April, I don't think
you've met Sanya Badal,

Bruce Hendrie's campaign manager.

Hi, it's so nice to meet you.

April is the writer with the
invitation I told you about.

Oh yes, who invited you again?

It was Leo. He's giving
me an exclusive, actually.

An exclusive?

That's what he said.

I just spoke with him five minutes ago

and he didn't mention a thing.

Seems like there may have
been a miscommunication.

- (Humphs)
- Everything okay?

- (Microphone feedback)
- Leo: Ladies and gentlemen,

can I have your attention, please?

Now is the point in the evening

where we bum you out.

No, we're not gonna ask for donations...

- Yet.
- (Laughter)

But seriously, I'd like to
talk about something that's

come up since my dad
decided to run for office

a few weeks ago...

A little something about
the size of a walnut

lodged in the back of my brain.

That little guy I'm
talking about made his debut

six years ago as a benign tumor,

but unfortunately he's decided to...

Make a comeback.

I know, I know. Like I said, "bummer."

But I totally survived it the first time.

And the real reason I'm
telling you about this now

is to point out that the first thing

my dad did when he learned about my relapse

was ask if I wanted him
to drop out of the race.

And my dad is one of those rare men

who have their priorities in order.

That's why I told him that he
couldn't drop out of this race.

Massachusetts needs a governor like him.

The honesty... and care

that my father, Bruce Hendrie,

has shown me

is the same care and attention

that this great state needs.

(Applause)

Oh no. That wasn't your
big exclusive, was it?

(Angrily ) Why did you do that to me?

(Humphs) A little narcissistic, are we?

- What?
- Well, let's see...

I just told a room full of reporters

that I had a brain tumor and
you're making this about you.

No, I'm not. I just...
Why would you tell me

I could break that story if you
were never planning to give it to me?

You showed up to a cancer support meeting

looking for an invite to a party.

I was hoping that my double-cross

might make you rethink your priorities.

But why go out of your way
to manipulate me like that?

Especially when you know that...

- I'm sick too.
- Oh yeah, keep your voice down.

You don't want people to know the
most important thing about you!

It's not the most important thing.

Well, if you're saying that, you
haven't been sick for very long.

You'll see. Look, I know it's hard to hear,

but that's the beauty of being sick...

There's no room for anything but the truth.

Here's some truth: You're an ass.

Well, I'm an ass with a new bike

that goes zero to 60 in 2.7
seconds, so if you'll excuse me.

Yeah, you've really got
your priorities straight,

living it up on daddy's dime!

What? You think he just gave it to me?

Bruce Hendrie is a
businessman. I had to earn it.

What are you talking about?

"The same honesty and care

that my father, Bruce Hendrie, showed me

is the exact same care and attention"...

You gave that speech in
return for a motorcycle?

Ooh...

No comment.

(Engine starts, revving)

(Groans)

- (Tango music playing)
- (Chattering)

All right, everyone,
please find your partner.

We're about to begin.

(Chattering)

(Beeps, rings)

- (Beeps)
- Hey, it's Brenna.

Leave a message.

(Chirps)

Match point. One point away

from not having to do history homework

- for the rest of the year.
- (Laughs)

Why are you laughing, loser?

Do you mind if I call you "loser"?

- 'Cause you're about to be.
- I just got hustled,

didn't I? Admit it, you're a hustler.

Sorry, not sorry.

Hey, the game's not over till it's over.

(Chuckles) It's over.

- (Grunts) Ow.
- (Laughs)

That wasn't even on purpose.

Just luck. Amazing.

Wait, are you okay?

(Chuckles) I don't know.

I shouldn't have gone for that
shot. I'm way too competitive

and you're still smiling.

Why are you so happy all the time?

What? Because I'm a lesbian,

I'm supposed to be all angry like you?

- I don't know.
- Oh my gosh!

- Are you smiling?
- Yeah.

I'm imitating you.

- (Laughs)
- Here.

(Both laugh)

- (Jazz music playing)
- (People chattering)

I don't get why he lied to you.

I don't get how I messed up

such a huge break...

- Again.
- It wasn't you.

The guy sucks. I don't
care if he has cancer.

It doesn't give him the
right to jerk people around.

Maybe he just doesn't care

- about hurting people anymore.
- You think?

Do you think that's what happens
when you get sick like that?

You just stop caring
about being a good person?

- I hope not.
- Well, I feel bad for his family.

If this is what he's like
to a complete stranger,

imagine what he must be like at home.

I don't know if I could deal with that.

- With... With what?
- (Sighs)

Just someone that sick.

Maybe you'd feel differently
if you were close to them.

(Sighs) Okay, this is
just getting depressing.

We have an important decision to make.

What stupid '90s sitcom are
we gonna pretend to watch

while making out at my place?

Actually, I'm just gonna go home.

I thought you were coming over.

I didn't bring a change of clothes.

We'll raid Graham's closet.
He's a vegan hipster.

I'm sure he wears the
same size pants as you,

- if not smaller.
- No, I have to be somewhere early.

Okay.

(Cellphone chimes)

(Beeps)

-

(Sighs) You've gotta be kidding me!

(Sighs)

(April knocks) Brenna?

Brenna, open up!

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

I just played tennis for like two hours.

You're supposed to be with mom at tango!

- Oh my God.
- Are you kidding me, Brenna?!

I'm so sorry. I forgot.

- Didn't she call you?
- I don't know.

- My phone's charging. You can go look.
- (Sighs)

I can't count on you for anything.

Look, this girl and I were
working on a history project,

- and we had this bet...
- Just stop, okay?

I can't deal with any
more of your lame excuses.

Chill. I'll go to the
stupid tango class right now.

Just forget it! I'll go. I
handle everything else on my own,

why not this too?

You know, you've been a real bitch lately.

Just because you have a job
doesn't mean that your life

is that much harder than anybody else's.

Sorry to say it, Brenna, but it is.

Okay, I'm wrong. What else is new?

You wanna know what's new? I have cancer!

- That's not funny.
- No, it's not.

It's really not. But
if you don't believe me,

you can call Uncle
George and he'll tell you!

In fact, I'm gonna go see him
tomorrow morning for my first biopsy,

so he can tell me exactly what
my chances are of not dying!

(Crying)

Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna go make sure

mom's okay at her stupid tango class.

(Soft rock music playing)

♪ Does it matter if I can't ♪

♪ clear my mind ♪

♪ there's a right and a wrong time ♪

♪ woe is me ♪

♪ sentimental you ♪

♪ and faithful me ♪

♪ I will be the one to gaze on you ♪

♪ discreetly ♪

♪ slow your speed ♪

♪ turn yourself around ♪

♪ and follow me ♪

♪ 'cause I will be the one ♪

♪ who preys upon you sweetly... ♪

Brenna?

♪ On a ladder from there to here ♪

♪ I'll climb

♪ all this clatter between my ears... ♪

Oh, hey, you're up.

I'm on my way to a job interview

and I need a pep talk from your mom.

She left already.

Baby, you all right?

Is this about the biopsy?

I'll cancel my interview.

- I'll come with you.
- No, no,

you need a job, and I'll be fine.

What is it?

Brenna knows.

Oh.

We were in a fight

and it just came out.

(Sighs)

You know, I thought I had
everything under control,

and now I just feel like

I can't do anything right.

We're barely into this
new chapter of your life.

It's bound to be a bit confusing.

- How about debilitating?
- Of course it is,

but there is no one more capable

of rising to the occasion than you.

Trust me.

I really hope you're right,

because right now it...

Doesn't feel like it.

Hey. Good morning, kiddo.
How you doing this morning?

Just ready for this to be over.

So are we waiting for anybody?

- What do you mean?
- I didn't think

you'd want to go through this by yourself.

It's okay. I'll be fine.

Okay. Lay on your side.

And pull your legs up.

(Soft rock music playing)

Just gonna numb this area

with some Lidocaine first.

You might feel a slight sting and burn.

Okay.

Okay.

(Door opens)

Am I too late?

(Door closes)

George: You're right on time.

(Mouths)

(Sighs)

You're gonna feel this now, okay?

(Breathing shakily)

Here we go.

(Inhales sharply)

(Crying)

(Sighs)