Huge (2010): Season 1, Episode 2 - Letters Home - full transcript

Previously on 'Huge':

Everyone wants us
to hate our bodies.

Well, I refuse to.
I'm down with my fat.

Welcome to the first day
of the rest of your lives!

- You want the top?
- You can have it.

You wanna tell me
she's here for her health?

You don't know me.

I got me a new assistant coach.
Give it up for George!

I'm deaf in one ear.

- What's your name?
- Amber.

Keep it up, Sandra.
You're doing great!



Don't get tied down
the first week.

You can seriously
have any guy here.

- Do you know that girl?
- Yeah. Sort of.

Allow me to introduce
to you Chef Joe Salzniak.

I really want this to work.

- Dad?
- I heard you.

- What's going on?
- Caitlin's gone.

I found out she's
been throwing up.

You're the one who gave her
all that crap to eat.

And you're the one who made
her stare at all this crap!

Stop! Get off!

What's going on here?

Dear Mom and Dad:

Sorry I didn't write sooner.



Camp's fine.

The food is very small.

My counselor is great.
I have more than one friend!

They put fruit
in the salad here!

I met this really cool
girl named Will.

We all sit in a circle
and talk about our feelings.

I'm so sore from
kickboxing yesterday.

Can you send me my
light blue top with ruffles?

I tried mango!
It's amazing.

Way better than
a regular fruit.

I can't wait till you see me when
this is all over, and I'm thin.

I'm starting to feel
like it's actually possible.

- That I could be...
- Done!

I did ask for money,
but I also said I missed them.

You have, like, ten pages.

Way to make me look
like a bad daughter.

Me and my mom are really close.

'Cause it's just the two of us.

- We're almost more like sisters.
- I wish I had a sister.

So you're an only child, too?

Maybe you could
write to my parents.

I'll pay you.
With the money they send me.

"Dear Chloe's Parents:
You don't know me, but..."

You could probably get
a car out of them.

A new car? Thanks, you guys!

- Where's that magazine I lent you?
- I don't know.

There's this article
on how to wear a romper.

That's so impossible.
No one can wear a romper.

So Willamina's parents
want to know how she's doing.

- Who? - The girl who
ran away that night?

Oh, the rude girl.

- What are you doing?
- Reading.

When I'm done with
a page, I tear it off.

That way I know where I am.

Why carry around the whole book
when you're half done with it?

Used to annoy your mother, too,
as I recall.

I don't find it...
that annoying.

I'll just say she's adjusting.

So, what
does she think about all this?

- Your mother.
- She's fine with it.

- So you told her.
- Yep.

- I, uh... of course.
- What did you say?

Just that you had contacted me,
and... you know. The truth.

Yeah, the truth
is usually best.

Mail fairy!

Give me your letters
and I shall mail them.

- Ooh... Let me help you.
- Thanks.

Can I say something?
Chloe's in the bathroom,

basically telling people
you stole her magazine.

OK, it fell on my bed,
and when I see propaganda

that I know is destroying
girls' brains,

it's my duty as an angry
feminist to destroy it.

So I guess you can't
afford your own magazines.

Cause you have
to cut up mine. Right?

- Don't even talk to her.
- Yeah, don't even talk to me.

It's fatspiration.

Dear Mom:

There's something
I have to tell you

that I should have
told you months ago.

But I couldn't find the words.

Dad's here. At camp with me.

* Hail to thee
Camp Victory *

* Where hope shines
like a star *

* Although the summer sun
may set *

* We promise we'll
not soon forget *

* Camp Victory *

* How wonderful you are *

You're thinking:
"Oh, she's such a bitch!"

Guess what? I don't care.

All I care is that you
push yourselves past your fear!

The thing is, at the rec room,
Amber was smiling a lot.

I think it was at me.
I mean, it was near me.

I mean, I know she smiles a lot in general,
but even taking that into account...

Can I say something? What is it
you actually like about her?

- I mean, she's pretty...
- Dude, come on. She's not just pretty.

She's beautiful.

Work harder! This is
how change happens, people!

Every girl has
a cubby for her things,

plus space in the bathroom
for their toiletries.

Can we live here?

As you can see, a lot of the
girls have put up some photos,

and some art,
whatever inspires them.

So... please.

Let's get you unpacked.

Daisy, help Dani put this
stuff in the Ducky Room.

Come on, Daisy.

It's nice that you're all here
to help her get settled.

- Of course!
- Wouldn't miss it.

And it's great that
you're so close.

But I think your daughter probably needs
some room right now. So she can become...

- Her own person.
- Absolutely.

Sometimes it's best in these
situations not to linger.

Just drop her into
the mix. Let her...

- Sink or swim?
- Well, we're not gonna let her sink.

- No, of course.
- Of course you won't.

My thighs are super chafing!

Right?
Welcome to my life!

Mamabear? Did you pack
my dandruff shampoo?

Here she is.
Everybody, meet Danielle.

Hi.

- Hey.
- I'm Poppy, your counselor!

Oh! We are so happy to have you.

Now our cabin is complete!

And this is her family.

- Are you guys together? - Oh!
We had these made last year.

This is weird, they don't have
you listed as Danielle Dodson...

Our name isn't Dodson!

See, we were at Disneyland
to celebrate Daisy's birthday...

And we met this
family in line...

The Dodsons!

- From Canada!
- They called the line a "queue."

They thought it was so funny that
our names all start with D...

- Daisy, Dani, Deb...
- That wasn't even on purpose!

Those were just the names we liked!

So we switched names
while we were in the line.

And the whole ride home we were
cracking up about being the Dodsons!

I don't even know
why it was funny!

But it's so funny.

And we just never stopped!

Well, we should let the girls
get to know each other.

Yes! Great!

- OK, girls...
- Uh, hey, Mom?

- Do you have any aspirin?
- Are you getting a headache?

- We're not leaving yet.
- OK. Thanks.

...so just make sure
you really include her, OK?

I mean, think
how you would feel.

- You get what I'm saying?
- Uh-huh.

- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks, guys.

- That run killed me.
- I know. My calves are burning.

So, Will...

- How's everything?

- Keepin' it real. - I got an
e-mail from your parents yesterday.

They'd really love
to hear from you.

- OK?
- OK.

So why are you
starting so late?

Um, well, I was signed up, but
I wasn't sure if I could come,

- 'cause I had this other thing.
- Oh, uh-huh.

Oh, my God!

What part are you on?

She just found out
he's a ghost.

Oh... when he waltzes
with her in the cemetery...?

- I know! - Amber you
have to read these books.

And he's like,
"Forever is a promise?"

I swear, if they don't end up
together, I'm gonna lose it.

The fact that he carries
her from a burning church...

I know, right?

He's the most perfect guy ever.

I can't wait to find out
what her family says.

Oh, they totally freak out.

No, don't tell me!

I understand... I do.

But I think it would be easier
for everyone if you leave now.

It's just that a headache
is usually the first sign.

That she's experiencing anxiety.

So if we could just... you know,
for a little while?

We won't interfere
with anything.

Please?

That family is mind-boggling.

They're like from
a whimsical children's book.

They should solve mysteries.

And she's not even embarrassed
by them. What a freak.

The best part about this place is you
get to be away from your parents.

- Yeah, thank God.
- Why, what are yours like?

They're both just
really unhappy people

that fight
pretty much constantly.

Do you think
they still have sex?

- I hope not.
- Mine do. Really loudly.

It's revolting.

Attention campers...

If you have not yet chosen
your weekend activity,

please do so on the lawn
directly after lunch.

What are the choices? I hope
it's something I can even do.

As long as there's not
a ball involved, I'm good.

I know, I hate when they make us
do actual sport sports.

Organized sports
are responsible

for, like, the four
worst moments of my life.

How many worst moments
have you had?

Getting hit in the face
with a dodgeball.

Getting my period
during rope climbing.

Mike Brofman asking me out and then calling
me a fat slut in front of 50 people.

Getting hit in the face with a
dodgeball during a different time...

Forced to wear a jockstrap?
Being called queer 'cause you hate sports.

No offense.

- Here you go.
- Thanks a lot.

- Delgado?
- Just a second.

Ah!

We have to check just to make sure
no one's sending you any edibles.

Let's see...
Cute! Here ya go.

OK guys, you can either do
basketball or soccer with Shay,

or circuit training with me.

- What's circuit training?
- Who cares?

George lets you take
a 15 minute bathroom break.

Amber, I had no clue you were so
interested in circuit training.

- Shut up! - What?
Why is it so interesting?

Just the guy who's leading it.
Amber's obsessed with him.

Shut up, I'm not obsessed.

I think he's hot, who wouldn't?
He, like, is hot.

- It's just a fact.
- Hey, Sandra!

- You still haven't told him?
- It's too late now.

I should have corrected him
the first time,

- but doing it now would be weird.
- That's so funny.

Um, hey! So guys...

I'm thrilled there's so much
enthusiasm for circuit training,

and everyone's going to get a
chance to try it eventually...

Soccer.
You, you, you, you, you.

- Wait, me?
- Uh...

- So Sandra's with me?
- Who's Sandra?

You, you, you. Basketball!

Let's get it
percolating up in here!

Up in here! Oh, yeah! Let's go!

Just stand there and try to look interested
in the ball, but don't get involved.

- That's my strategy.
- I can't play. I have cramps.

No, it's worse.
I have hysterical pregnancy.

Maybe I can will myself
to get a nosebleed.

I used to be able to do that.

- How do they pick teams?
- People have, like, argued over me.

Like, "We had
to have him last time."

- "No, we did." - "I know.
She can be the court."

Let's go!

Two minutes at each station,
then rotate to the next.

OK!

Hi.

- Sorry... Go ahead.
- No, uh, you...

I'm not even that into the balls.
I just like them cause they're so non-threatening.

Same here. Yeah.

I think I'll throw
caution into the wind

- and try the weights?
- Whoa, whoa.

I don't know if anyone here
is ready for that.

Don't worry about us, OK?

- We're just gonna observe.
- Pretend we're not here.

You...

You... ???

- What's that?
- Nothing.

It just goes out sometimes,
it's fine.

Seriously, I played in the finals
last year with my knee way worse.

Just played through
the pain, you know?

All right, I'm gonna be going around
in groups, so I'll check in on you.

But if you start to feel any
pain, I want you off this court.

- Got it?
- Got it.

And for the rest of you...
I want to see pools of sweat.

OK, guys, so...

I'm thinking no
zone defense, no double teaming.

- His...
- Do I seem gay to you?

- What? - Like, on a
scale from one to Ellen.

I don't know. I never met
any lesbians my age, so...

Well, some people apparently
think that about me.

What do you think?
Three second rule?

- No three seconds.
- It's not like I care.

It's just, hypothetically, what if I wanted
to hook up with a guy while I'm here?

Where's the ball?

Will, toss me the ball.

- Like, a specific guy?
- Hypothetically!

- Will!
- What?!

The ball?

And you can't kick the ball.
It's a foul.

Guard, dude!

* At night you leave
your lover *

* I'll be your special friend *

* I'll count down baby all day
and through the night *

Boo-yah!

Don't... Go to the basket!
Dribble!

* Until we meet again *

- Oh, my God.
- Sorry.

Will, get it!

Can you just get the freaking
ball, Will? Can you do that?

Who died and made you Shay?

Well, I'm supposed to explain
a game to people

and they're not
even trying to get it.

I don't wanna get it.
You're obviously obsessed with this crap.

Fine. Whatever. But...

You're talking about the number
three sport in the country!

Which you don't
even know how to play?

I just don't see the point.

What is it about this
that you love so much?

Does it make you feel
extra manly or something?

You know what? Just don't play!

Why don't you go sit on your ass
and complain some more?

* Till we meet again *

* Until we meet again *

* Until we meet again *

It's like, just because you
personally are bad at something,

don't trash someone else
just for liking it.

I mean, she acted like I was a
total dumbass for even caring.

Oh my God, I know.

There's a reason why
billions of people like sports.

I mean... it's fun.
It builds leadership.

I should've said that.

It's just something that
people can do together.

If you don't know
what else to do.

Like me and my dad, we would
always watch sports together,

even more when my mom died,
and he'd help me practice

and get really into my games.

It's just something that can
bring people together,

where you don't
have to talk, or...

...if you don't know
what else to do.

- Your mom died?
- Yeah, a super long time ago.

The point is, people who hate on
something they don't even understand,

are so, like... ignorant.

Yeah.

Oh, Will?

I just wanted to check and see if you had
a chance to write to your parents yet.

Why? 'Cause they're,
like, worried about me?

Why don't they write to me,
if they miss me so much.

Maybe they're waiting for some
indication you'd be receptive.

Look, I obviously can't
force you to write...

Awesome, thanks.

- I'll miss you. - Love you, sweetie.
You take care.

Love you.

Thank you. Thank you
for everything.

- You're very welcome.
- Well, all right then.

- See you in the morning.
- OK. Wait. What?

We're just gonna stop by to see
how she's doing, before...

No, I'm sorry. I already agreed to let you
stay much longer than is normally permitted.

No. Now I'm just gonna
have to draw a line.

But we already
reserved a motel.

And it's a long ride home.
What if she...?

I mean, we'd hate to get
halfway, then have to come back.

If you come back tomorrow,
you are sending her a message

that you don't think
she can do this.

- But we promised her.
- Just one more morning...

She's expecting us...
We so appreciate everything you've done.

- You've been so patient... - Just a quick
check in the morning and we're outta here.

Come on.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Waiting to use the phone?

Could I talk to
you for a minute?

Um, OK.

So, uh...
I feel really stupid.

Why?

I just found out I've been calling
you the wrong name all this time.

Oh, that! That's OK.

Well, I promise I will
never call you Sandra again.

- I like Amber better, anyway.
- Thanks.

I mean, I didn't pick it,
duh, my mom did.

Was that who you
were waiting to call?

- What? - Sorry you lost
your place in line.

Oh.

Hey, do you wanna
just use my phone?

Is that allowed?

I'll be around.
Just find me when you're done.

My God,
it smells amazing in here.

Blueberry banana muffins.

Don't worry,
I used oat bran and flaxseed

and applesauce instead
of butter. Here.

And be honest.
I can take it.

Actually, I never
eat after dinner.

Ever.

One measly muffin?

I can't. Sorry.

So I just did a
really stupid thing.

It's that family...
I tell them they have to go,

and they listen and they nod
and they ignore me.

And I let them
get away with it.

Well, stand your ground.
Like you did with your mom.

In your email.

Here, you can eat it tomorrow.

Hey, Mommy! Hi!

Yes, it's really me!

Oh, my God, Mom,
it's so incredible here!

The people are so nice and...

Well, yeah, thatne girl's still
a jerk, but it doesn't matter.

So what have you been doing?
And don't say, "Nothing."

I know. I know, well...

I'll be home soon.

Well, you can go without me...
Yes, you can, Mom!

Just... try to ignore her
when she says stuff like that.

Try to think positive. OK?

Listen, I gotta go. There's...

There's all these people
waiting in line and...

I'm really sorry
but we'll talk again soon.

I miss you, too.

OK. Bye.

- Hey.
- Oh, hey.

Thanks.

You have a good talk?

Yeah.

You really miss your mom, huh?

I don't know.

I mean... This is weird, but...
talking to her made me realize

how glad I am to be here.
I mean, like... really glad.

Yeah. So, that's good.

And it's...

It's OK that you
don't miss anyone.

I do miss someone, though.

Oh. Your... your boyfriend?

- Evening bell!
Back to your cabins, guys!

- Evening bell! Get on back!
- Time to go...

Yeah.

See you later.

Thank you again.

Dear Mom:

I've tried to write
you several times,

because I don't want there
to be secrets between us.

You see, Dad contacted me.

He was having a hard time.

One thing led to another
and I offered him a job.

I'm starting to realize
that this connection

can never really be broken.

Even if it seems
like it can be.

And maybe it won't work out,

but I have to try.

I'm sorry this is hard for you.

But I want to get to know him.

Because... he's my father.

- OK, we super have to go right now!
- Just a second.

Yes, you're still cute.
Let's go!

Oh, OK!

- Oh! - Hey, all the other girls
left for their activities.

- Don't worry. I won't tell.
- Oh, I'm not...

I mean, I'm actually sick.
So, um, thanks.

Hm.

I really hate basketball.

Well, that makes sense.

- You're more the artistic type.
- What?

I like your artwork.

- On your bunk?
- Oh. Thanks.

Oh, look! The letters are made
with little body parts!

- That's so creative!
- It was just something I threw together.

- I was bored.
- Your parents must be so proud of you,

to have that kind of
imagination at your age.

We're really...
not that kind of a family.

It was Dani's idea
to come here.

I think she's beautiful.
It's hard.

You want to support them,

but you don't want them to have to go
through the same pain you went through.

So! You hate basketball...
That's so interesting.

You are such an interesting girl!
What exactly do you hate about it?

Keep your back up.
Keep your back straight. Good.

Thirty seconds, thirty seconds.

And that's time.
Good job, everyone.

Let's move on to
the next station.

- So did your parents leave?
- No, they're still here.

I know people think we're weird, 'cause
kids are supposed to hate their families...

But I just never felt like that.
That doesn't mean I don't know they're embarrassing.

Like my dad says
words when he sneezes.

Like... "Watch out!"

Allergy season
is a total nightmare.

Don't get me started on my mom.
She's constantly starting conversations with strangers,

and homeless people.

You're lucky, though.
That you get along.

What?

You're just... cute.

Alistair, pass!

You really didn't have to
walk me all the way down here.

Oh, that's all right!

We just wanted to see
the rest of the camp!

And I happen
to love basketball.

- Get on point, Trent!
- Guard!

Alistair! Pass!

Go to the basket! Do something!

Don't think I don't see you,
Will.

You're looking at five
extra laps tomorrow morning!

- I had really bad cramps.
- Cry me a river!

You think I don't have
menstrual issues, too? Please!

You gonna let your uterus
control you?

- Let's go!
- Here, here!

Looking good out there, Will!

Get in the game, Will!

I'm open!
Pass me the ball! Come on!

Dude, where are you going?

* This much delight *

* Fills columns
to new heights *

Shoot the ball!

* All these things about me *

* You never can tell *

You can do it!

HM * Colors burn bright *

* Turn the dial on my words *

* I can feel them fall short *

* Turn the dial
Try my love *

* Try my love
Wash these hands... *

Where's Trent?

I know it's
been awhile since I wrote.

And I feel bad. I'm really
glad I came to camp.

I've been thinking
about a lot of stuff.

I figured out, when you add up
all the hours after school

and during school
and summers and weekends,

I've spent, like, three full years
of my life playing sports.

Just... because it
was something to do.

I'm not sure
how it even started.

It's not like I woke up
one day going,

"This is my passion in life."

Now it's just this
thing that I am.

When did that happen?

I'm not even sure
why I'm writing this.

I just feel like there's no one
else I can tell this to.

I really miss you, Mom.

Love, Trent.

I keep scoring
against myself.

Ah, yes, all part
of my master plan.

My rise to the top of the
competitive foosball circuit.

- Hey.
- Hi.

So... you know how
sometimes people

will sometimes make assumptions
about other people?

Woo!

Sorry, what?

Will's not gay.

Oh, OK.

All right, then.

Tissues.
That's so Mom.

- Take it.
- Wait!

She's fine.

They went to the aquarium!

- And the otters were there!
- Yeah, I know.

I got a postcard, too.

So...

...how's your cabin
and everything?

It's fine.

I gotta go.

Dear Mom and Dad:

A crazy thing happened today.

I, your daughter,
played basketball.

And I liked it.
I actually scored.

I'll see you soon.

But you're
never gonna know that.

I can't tell you what's
good about this place,

because you'll just pat
yourselves on the back, like,

"Didn't I tell
you she'd love camp?"

And you'd feel totally justified
for making me come here.

And it's not that simple.

I can't forget
that you sent me here.

That I'm not...
good enough for you.

You tell me all the time.

When you comment on
how my shirts don't fit,

or exchange little looks
when I reach for dessert.

I try not to care.
But it hurts.

It hurts!

And I'll never
say that to you, either.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Sensitive gums?

- Me, too.
- Weird.

I want to apologize.

I think I acted
kind of cold to you.

And it wasn't about you,
I just...

The girl who was here
before you... we were close.

And...

It's just, you know how you
can not know someone very long

- but it feels like you did?
- Yeah.

Yeah. And she left.

And when you came in,
I just felt like...

...she was being
erased or something.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to
get all emotional, I just...

- You miss her.
- Yeah.

But...

...even when people leave,
they leave a mark.

Like... they change us.

So just don't forget her.

Oh God, I got zit cream
on you...

It's OK...

Don't you wish you could take chub and
just like, put it somewhere else?

Like, if some of this could just
migrate to the boobular area?

I'd have no more problems.

"Cancer: That mysterious hottie
will finally show you he cares."

- Ooh!
- Ooh...

- Accurate.
- Dani, what's your sign?

Dani?

Dani?

I better get Dr. Rand.

She really seemed OK.

* Homesick *

* Cause I no longer know *

* Where home is *

Dear Mom:

Sorry I haven't written
in a while. I've been so busy.

Nothing special. Just the way it always
is at the beginning of the summer.

Hope you're doing well.

Love, Dorothy.

* I've traveled far and
I've burned all the bridges *

* I believed as soon
as I hit land *

* All the other options
held before me *

* Would wither in the light
of my plan *

It's all in the wrist.

See, you want to use your
left hand to balance the ball,

and your right hand
to guide it.

Up and in.

Now, here...

Try it like that.

Well, you've still
got to practice.

Personally, I aim
for the backboard.

That's not any kind of rule.
That's just what I do.

Hey! Not bad!

You want a turn?

Faked you out, didn't I?

Can you stop me?
Huh?

* Where home is... *

Give it a try.