Sorry for Your Loss (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - A Widow Walks into a Wedding - full transcript

- So... I have some news.

Ryan and I got engaged
late June.

- So, just after Matt.

- We both realized
that life is short.

Why wait?

- You know, you can get
another husband.

I can't just get
another brother.

- This is why
I still don't want

to hang out with you.
- I am supposed to make

a moral inventory...

Every lie, every mistake...



so that I understand myself.

- Matt was my favorite person.

I just really wanted
to make him happy

and I don't know if I did.
- Can I show you something?

Hey, man.

It's not too late
to change your life.

- Nope. Never.
- You gonna tell me

that guy isn't happy?

- Thank you.

- Stop moving.
- I... you're poking me.

- There.

- Okay, what about these?

- Those aren't black.

- It's close enough.
It doesn't matter.



- Yes, it does.

Everyone's gonna
be staring at me.

I hate when people stare at me.

- I know.

I don't want to have
a breakdown

in front of everyone.

- Okay, so...

a widow and an alcoholic

walk into a wedding...

- Ha-ha.

What's the punch line?

- I guess we're gonna have

to go to this wedding
and find out.

- Hey, can I use the mascara

when you're done?

Hey, Leigh?

- You okay?

- Uh, yeah, I'm fine.

- Here, let me help.

Well, the front looks like
you went to a salon,

but the back is like...

Yes.

Do you want us to leave?
We're in your room.

- I'm fine.
I'm just gonna go use

the mirror with the magnifier
in your bathroom.

- Okay.

So, I went to wake you up
this morning

and guess what I found?

Or, rather, didn't find.

Again.
- Sorry.

Sabrina and I went down
this '80s power ballad

karaoke rabbit-hole
at her house.

- Sabrina doesn't have friends
her own age

to do karaoke with?

- You're her age
and we're friends.

- Well, thank you for thinking
we're the same age.

Just call next time, okay?

- Yes, Your Mothership.

I wonder who will be
at our table?

I hope it's all the randos

that have major drama
with the other guests.

- Danny, probably, and maybe
some of the guys

from their pick-up game.
- Oh, wow.

I haven't seen those guys
since...

- The funeral.
- Yeah.

- Me neither.

- So are you and Danny
friends now?

Semi-friends?

Quasi-friends?

I don't know
what comes after 'quasi.'

- Something like that.
One of those, yeah.

And there he is.

Hi.
- Hey.

- Hi.

- You're early.

- Yeah, I, uh...
I didn't want to be late

and I over-corrected.
- Oh, my God.

This task email
is 900 pages long.

Do they expect us all
to be their bridesmaids?

- Hey.
How you doing?

- I'm fine.

I'm okay.

- What do you think?
Too much?

I didn't want
to upstage the grooms.

- You won't.

But you look nice.

- Okay...

So, Leigh, you are supposed
to help with the flowers...

- Great.
- And I am helping

with Drew and Ryan's
family photos.

Danny, wanna help me out?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Great, this'll be fun.

Yeah.
- See you guys later.

- Yep.
- Great.

- Uh, this way.
Yeah.

- Hi.

How can I help?

- Oh, my God.

Leigh?

Ginny Maxwell.
I did the flowers

for your wedding.
- I know.

Hi.

- Hi!

Is Matt here, too?

- No, he's out of town.

- Um, I loved your wedding.

You had those book cover
centerpieces, right?

- Yep.
- Yeah.

Will you tell him I said hi?
- Of course.

What can I do?
- Um, well...

can you put the eucalyptus
in each one?

Great.

So happy you're here.

It's good to see you.

- Hey.

What are you doing here?
- You wanted to talk.

- Well...

You could have called.
- I just wanted

to get out of the house.
- Well, be useful.

Um...

- Look, it's great that, uh,

you and Sabrina
are getting to know Jules,

but it feels...

kind of strange
to go from polite hellos

at family functions
to sleepovers

within the span of a few weeks.

- Does it feel strange
to Jules?

- Nothing ever feels strange
to Jules; that's the problem.

Her compass is broken.

And... and, you know,
she gets too close to people

too fast.

- Well, but she's been
sober for, what,

almost five months now?

- But that's not a long time,
Richard.

- Look, Sabrina's mom...

was an alcoholic,
and they have a connection

over the recovery stuff.

That's... that's gotta be good
for Jules, right?

I mean, it's... it's good
for Sabrina, too, I think.

Then again, it's hard to know

what's gonna make her happy
these days.

- The weird silver lining

of all the horrible things
that have happened to my girls

has been having them back home.

I miss them
when they're gone.

They're my friends.
- Hey.

I'll be your friend.

What?

You don't think
we can be friends?

- Well, we'd be friends

with an excessive amount
of baggage.

- What other kind of friends
are there?

- You should hurry up,
'cause the guests

are coming soon.
- Okay, thanks for your help.

Really did a lot.

What?
- Nothing.

It's just this wedding
is making me feel

really, really single.

- Dude, me too.

When I was drinking, I had
no problem meeting people.

They're not the right kind
of people.

But now that I have standards,

I think I'll just
stay single forever.

- Probably not missing
too much.

My folks were married 30 years
and I never saw them have fun.

Oh, no.

Are we broken?

- The best people are broken.

I hope I find someone...

broken enough to deal with me

and still want to be in it.

You know?

Like, fully in it.

That's what I cry about
at night.

What about you?

- I...

just...

want to have good sex

with someone I like, and...

remember it the next day.

Okay.

- I think that's it.
- Great.

- So, is Matt still teaching
at the same place?

My sister's kid starts there
in the fall.

Maybe Matt could be
his unofficial mentor.

Or, no pressure
if Matt doesn't have time.

- I'm sorry.

I don't know why I told you

that, uh, Matt's...

out of town.

He died...

five months ago.

- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.

- I... I didn't...

I'm... I'm sorry.
- Um...

I'm gonna...

Okay.

- You should come
to a class sometime.

I'm a terrible dancer.
- I remember.

That's because you don't listen
to the music.

Okay.

- No, you have to dance
the music, not the steps.

That's what César said, anyway.

Who's César?

- My first love, César.

Before we met.

I went backpacking in Europe

and fell madly in love

with a tango instructor
in Barcelona.

I remember you telling me
about César.

I don't remember the part

where you had a whole fling.

- Well, that's because, alas,
we did not.

I took his class every day

for two weeks.

I don't think
he ever noticed me.

But in my fantasies...

Oh, we...

danced all day and...

spent our nights making...

wild, European love.

- How... how does one,
uh, make...

"European love"?

Well, first of all
there's no...

clothes allowed
in the apartment, so, um...

we would leave them
at the door with our shoes...

- Where clothes belong.

- And what else?

- Um...

Well, nothing was off-limits,
so, you know,

the bed and the...

kitchen floor, and...

stairwell...

against the windows.

Oh, my God.
- What?

- I can't breathe.

My chest hurts.

- Are... are you okay?

- I think I'm having
a heart attack.

Um... are you nauseated?

- What does that have to do
with anything?

- Because I... I read somewhere
that, uh...

- What?
- Heart attack symptoms...

In a woman are... never mind.

Um, is your left arm numb?
- Yes.

Oh, my God, take me to the ER.
- Yep, yep.

Come on.

Richard...
- I got you, I got you.

- Everybody,
please find a seat.

We're about to start.

- Yeah, come in.

- Hey.

What's the emergency?

- Um...

can you look at me?
- No way.

I'm not taking chances
two hours before our wedding.

That's an outdated tradition

from when brides were traded
by their fathers for dowries.

- Okay, so I can tell
by the sound of your voice

and the way you're bringing up
the patriarchy

that something's wrong,
so what's wrong?

- Everything is wrong.

My... my mom's upset

because she wants to walk me
down the aisle,

and my dad's obviously gonna
walk me down the aisle

'cause he paid for everything,
and he spent

way too much money
throwing a wedding

that's just making everyone
miserable,

and I don't even want
to have a wedding.

I don't... I don't even
want to be a bride.

I just want to be married.

You saw me.

That's a thousand years
of bad luck.

What?
What?

- I'm just looking at you.

- Excuse me.

- Oh, God.
- Hey.

What's going on?
- I...

I just...

I know I should be able
to pull it together

for my best friend but, um...

I just...

- It's only been a few months.
- It's not that long.

- It's not.
- Yeah, and I'm just...

worried if I stay
I'm gonna lose it,

and I don't want
to make this about me.

- Leigh, it'll be fine.
He'll understand.

- Oh, Nissan.

Hi.
- Or you could stay.

- Uh, "Lay"?

Leigh?

- Uh, yeah.

Sorry, could you...
just one second.

- I mean, if you can, I...
I think everyone

would be glad if you stayed.

- Actually, um, you can go.

I am so sorry.

But thank you.

Sorry.

- There goes your
perfect passenger rating.

- Yeah, there it goes.

Okay.

- Okay if we talk about this

in front of your husband,
Mrs. Shaw?

- Uh, yeah, it's fine.

- There's nothing wrong
with your heart.

Were you doing anything
that could have raised

your heart rate?

Smoking, exercising, sex.

- Not really.
- Have you been under

an unusual amount
of stress, lately?

- No.
- Amy.

Come on.

- Um...

Our son-in-law died

a few months ago,
and my other daughter

is just out of rehab.
- Then I'm reasonably sure

that you had a panic attack.

- What about the numb arm
and the chest pain?

- It's amazing how many
physical symptoms

have underlying
emotional triggers.

I'd recommend seeing
a therapist soon.

Anxiety can get worse
if untreated.

- And to grow together,

entwined on the vine of life.

Comforting each other
in times of darkness

and sharing in the joy

for as long as you both
shall live.

I do.

- You know what to do.

I'm gonna be right back.

Hi.
- Hey!

- Hi!
- Look at you.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks, lady.

- That was so beautiful,
you guys.

- Aww.
- Mm.

And I love the "My Ry."

Thought you hate puns.

- But I love you guys.

- Um, it was...
it was really great

to see you today.
- Good to see you, too.

- Excuse me.

- I am so glad you're here.
- Are you kidding?

I'd never miss it.

I love you.

- I love you, too.

I was thinking
about you today.

How are you doing with...
- I'm good.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, really.

Yeah, I was just so happy
for you two.

- I should...
- Yes, you should.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Can you believe it?
I'm someone's husband.

- I know, and you're gonna be
a really good one.

- I went out
on this first date,

and this girl's pressing me
so hard, and I said,

"Is this a first date
or a deposition?"

At which point I asked
for an adjournment,

if you know what I mean.

That dude is definitely

swiping right on you right now.
- And handle that.

And so that's...
- Um, I guess

I should go see
if it's a match?

- Hi.
Thanks.

Uh, your friend thinks
he's very funny.

Yeah, he's really not.

I just... I just don't have
the heart to tell him yet.

Uh, how do you know the grooms?

- I, uh... I went to law school
with Ryan.

We, uh... we sat next
to each other in torts...

which is short for "torture."

Stanford.

Fancy.
- Where'd you go?

- Uh, I stayed local.

I wanted to be close
to the fam because, uh,

I did high school at Hogwarts.

Very cool.

I, uh, minored in, uh, potions

in undergrad, so...
- Oh, great.

So, uh, what do you do now?

- Oh, you mean in real life.

I am an exercise teacher.

I work at the studio
"Beautiful Beast."

- Oh, I think I've heard of it.

Uh, someone famous owns that,
right?

- Um...

No.

My mom does.

- Hey, I'm gonna grab a drink.
Can I get you a... a wine?

Beer?

No.

I'm an alcoholic.

- Uh, 'kay.

I could get you a Sprite.

I'm not doing

processed sugar right now.

Uh, but...

it was great to meet you.

Great.

- Yeah.

- I... I'm just gonna lock up.
You don't have to stay.

- Are you sure you're okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- I really thought
it was a heart attack.

- It wasn't.

- I know.

But I just kept thinking,
you know, it's too soon

after Matt, and Leigh would
never get over it.

And then there's Jules,
you know.

If something happened to me,
what would happen to her?

You... you heard the doctor.

Your heart
is perfectly healthy.

- Please don't micromanage
my feelings.

You always did that
and it always felt terrible.

- Don't start a fight
to get away

from what happened earlier.

- Thank you for taking me
to the hospital.

- God, I broke the seal
way too early.

Spend the rest of this wedding
waiting in a bathroom line.

At least I get to wait in line
with a hot girl.

- And now, for a special treat:

Please welcome Ryan
and his brother Mike

to the dance floor, y'all!

Let's go!

- Whoo!

- Wow.
That's bold.

- Oh, my Lord.

- Why didn't you and Matt
do a cool brother dance

at our wedding?

- Because Matt couldn't dance.

- That's... that's true.

I'd have been great, though.

Yeah?

Like that great?

Yeah.

- Okay, everybody, it's time
to show us your moves.

Get to the dance floor!
Grab somebody!

Let's go!

Yeah!

- Danny, you wanna
show me greatness?

- No, I'm not into it.
- No?

Oh, no?

You just wanna be
a cool guy, Danny?

Sitting in his chair?

Drinking his vodka soda?

That's what cool guys do, huh?

Oh, my God...

I can't believe
that just happened.

- Whatever.

It's okay.
It's all good.

Here... come on.

Come on.

Better?

Do I have make-up
all over my face?

- No.

I'm just kidding, it's...
it's everywhere.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Wait, here.

Here, I got you.

- Um...
- I have to go.

- Yeah.

- Hi.

- Hello?
- Ms. Shaw?

I'm calling from
the Palms Club Hotel,

just to confirm your
reservation for this evening...

- I'm sorry?

- The Palms Club
at Palm Springs.

Looks like the package
was gifted

by a Richard and Sabrina Shaw.

- Right...

- Ma'am, are we still expecting
you in Palm Springs today?

- Hi, welcome to Palm Springs.