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[gentle orchestral music]

♪ ♪

[gentle music]

- [chomping]

- Hey, Cory.

Can you teach me how to dance?

♪ ♪

- You don't know how to dance? - Not a lick.

And I'm going to the club tonight.

- You and Frankie go to the club all the time.

What do you normally do?

- We usually hide out in the VIP booth,

get bottle service, catch a buzz.

- And why can't you just do that this time?

- 'Cause I'm going on a date, and she loves to dance.

She's incredible. I think she's a pro.

I'm screwed... can you teach me how to dance or what?

- Okay, now, calm down.

Just... dancing's a very personal thing, pal.

- [softly] I got no rhythm.

- All right.

I'll tell you what, why don't you go upstairs?

And I'll come up in a few minutes,

and I'll teach you how to dance.

- [exhales] You're a life saver.

I'm gonna go warm up.

♪ ♪

- Oh, boy.

- [soft groan]

[pleasant vintage music]

♪ ♪

- "Hey, pal. This movie should be able

"to answer all your questions about dancing.

"Just skip the ballet parts and pay attention to

where Derek teaches Sara hip-hop moves."

♪ ♪

[knocking]

- Hey, boss.

You want to come inside for lunch...

- Teach me how to dance.

- You don't know how to dance?

- I got two left feet and no rhythm.

- I just

really think you should be talking to Cory about this.

- Well, I did, but he just gave me this.

[gentle music]

- Jesus. - Here's the thing.

I'm going to the club tonight with Susie Selby.

- Susie... with the thick thighs?

[soft gasp]

I know how much you like that girl.

- Please?

Teach me how to move, sister.

- I just don't feel like it's my place.

I'm sorry.

- Sure, I could show you a move or two.

- Even just one move would help, brother.

- Okay. So.

What I like to do is...

Rachel, could you help me demonstrate in here?

We're trying to show Donny how to dance.

- Oh, great. - So come on in.

I, uh, I extend my arms outward.

The club can be a wild place, so

I form a sort of protective shield.

Gives her a place to feel safe to go buck wild.

Is that making sense?

- Yeah.

- All right, Donny, you try.

- Okay.

- Rachel, you don't seem like you're going buck wild.

Is everything okay, honey?

- I'm... I'm trying.

- I want to see you go buck wild with Donny.

- I want to go buck wild.

Something's stopping me. It's like... it's just different.

- Pause.

[tender music]

Donny, I'm afraid this dance move

might not be for you.

I think since you're not almost 6'3" like me

and your shoulders aren't as broad,

you kind of box her in.

- All right, Donny, here's my dance move.

All right? The club is packed.

I just... ease my way in.

I go straight to the bar. Hold two fingers up.

Bartender gives me two drinks. He knows what's up.

And I just look for two ladies.

Oh, here you go. Boom.

Boom.

Make eye contact.

And then I go right back to the bar.

Two more please. He gives me two more.

And I just do this all night.

All right, this is an advanced move.

Check it out. It goes like this.

[smooth R&B music]

What am I doing? Round of drinks.

On me! Everybody's having fun.

On your dime. That's what's up.

- Is that pretty expensive?

- It's like, 500, 600 bucks.

[gentle guitar music]

♪ ♪

[text message whooshes]

- "Save The Last Dance"? Really?

- Whoa, Andie, you're coming in a little hot right now.

- Your roommate doesn't know how to dance,

and this is how you try to help?

Donny is going to the club tonight with Susie Selby.

- Sweet Susie Selby?

- Sweet Susie Selby with the thick thighs,

as thick as your skull.

- Well, I mean, maybe I... got the wrong movie?

I could go get "Dirty Dancing 2: Havana Nights."

- He doesn't need to learn to dance from a movie.

You need to teach him.

- Andie, I wouldn't even know what to tell him.

- Oh, come on. We both know you can dance.

You went to Burning Man.

- [breathes deep] Yeah, I did.

- And he can't learn from Christian or Kevin

or, God forbid, Brent.

- Brent, thanks for coming by on short notice.

I'm gonna cut to the chase.

I can't dance. - [soft scoff]

So what's the problem?

- Well, I'm going to the club tonight with Susie Selby.

I need to learn how. - How to what?

Look like a buster? - Huh?

- Look, dancing is wack.

And when you do it, you look like a buster.

- Well, I don't want to look like a buster.

Should I just not go to the club?

- No, no, you go to the club.

You just don't dance. - So what do I do?

- Well, you walk around and act like

you're better than everyone else.

Which you are, because they're the ones dancing

and dancing is... - Fundamentally wack.

- Check.

Here my no-dance moves.

Put your hand on your belt buckle.

And you mad-dog.

- [softly] "Mad-dog."

- Then it's post-up time. - Slow down, Brent.

- You stand next to the DJ.

Put your hand in the air.

Pet the horsey on the head.

- Why are you petting the horsey on the head?

- Been a good horsey.

He ate all his oats.

[hip-hop instrumental music]

Yo, but check this.

Most importantly, you never smile.

Actually, that's the second most important thing.

What's the most important thing?

- Never dance?

- Check. - Check.

- Squirt.

- What's up?

- Listen, uh,

I want to apologize for

not teaching you how to dance earlier.

Shouldn't have gotten you a DVD.

- Oh, don't even worry. I just found out dancing's wack.

So I'm just gonna mad-dog and pat the horsey on the head.

- Dancing is not wack.

You're just going about it all wrong.

I want you to call Susie.

Tell her you'll be a little bit late,

that you'll meet her inside the club.

I'm gonna teach you how to dance.

[electronic pop music plays]

All right, pal, just

watch what I do and try to follow along.

Okay?

- ♪ I left the backdoor open ♪

♪ It's a great escape ♪

♪ I'm on the back porch hoping ♪

- [exhales]

- ♪ You'll take me away ♪

- Ooh, okay, so now we're in the build-up, okay?

So what's gonna happen is the beat's gonna drop.

And when it drops, we gotta lose our shit, all right?

- I ain't ready, Cor'. - Can't be holding on

when the beat drops. Gotta let go, okay?

- ♪ You take you take ♪ [song building]

♪ You take me away ♪

[beat drops]

[pleasant vintage music]

- ♪ If you ever need me ♪

♪ I will always be around ♪

♪ ♪

♪ If you're ever lonesome ♪

♪ You can count on me ♪

[gentle music]

- Hey, pal.

What are you doing home from the club so early?

- The bouncer didn't let me into the club

'cause I was wearing my yellow shirt.

- I see. Well.

The club that doesn't let you in wearing your favorite shirt

is probably not a club you want to go to anyway, pal.

- I just really wanted to try my new dance moves.

[inhales] Anyways.

Good night, Cor'.

- Good night, pal.

[footsteps recede]

[exhales]

♪ ♪

[text message whooshes]

[muffled electronic pop music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I can't pretend ♪

- Hey. What's going on here?

- Oh, only the hottest nightclub in Los Angeles.

It's a great place to try out new dance moves.

You got any?

- Bet your ass I do.

- Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa whoa-whoa-whoa.

We got a very strict dress code.

- [groans] Not again.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm afraid we can't let you in

unless you're wearing a...

cool yellow T-shirt.

- [sighs] Damn it.

I just put mine in the washing machine.

♪ ♪

- Well, I...

♪ ♪

guess you can't come in then.

[tender vintage music]

♪ ♪

- Susie!

- Donny!

- Whoa, back up.

- Oh.

- I told you, you gotta be wearing a yellow T-shirt.

Susie's wearing one.

I... I'll tell you what.

Just wait right here. I'll be right back.

[stanchion clanks]

♪ ♪

[electronic pop music playing]

- ♪ I can't pretend ♪

♪ ♪

♪ All I wanted ♪

♪ Was a change ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I left the backdoor open ♪

- Put it on.

- ♪ It's a great escape ♪

♪ I'm on the back porch hoping ♪

- But how did you...

- I just reached in a grabbed it.

Put it on.

- ♪ Take me away ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You take you take ♪

♪ You take me away ♪

♪ You take you take you take me away ♪

[stanchion clanks] [song building]

♪ You take you take you take me away ♪

♪ You take you take you take me away! ♪

[beat drops]

♪ ♪

[somber piano music]

♪ ♪

[soft mysterious music]

♪ ♪

- "Dear Frankie,

"Something very strange is happening,

"and I need your help.

"It all started last week.

"I had come home from the club with a date.

"Cory was asleep on the couch, and he accidentally

"kicked his sheet off, exposing his dinger.

"It was an embarrassing situation for all of us.

"So I bought him his first cell phone.

"That way I could warn him when I was

"coming home with a date.

"I would text him..."

[phone buzzes, plays "Zoot Suit Riot"]

"And Cory would reply back 'K' and cover up with a sheet.

"And he'd always respond like that,

"short and to the point.

"You know, what you'd expect from Cory.

"But tonight, he sent me a message

"unlike anything he's ever sent before..."

[text message whoosh echoes]

"Frank, you gotta read this thing."

[mysterious music flourishes]

- "Hey pal.

I just wanted to say, I really

cherish our friendship"?

Cory sent this?

- Do you think he sat on his phone and

just auto-filled a bunch of words

that coincidentally made a sentence that

sounded like a nice thing a friend would say?

What do you think's going on?

[indistinct talking on TV]

Hey, Cory?

- Yeah?

- Are you drunk?

- Nope.

[mysterious music]

- Try writing him back. See what he says.

- Should I just tell him I cherish our friendship too?

I mean, I do.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- "Hello, Cory.

Thank you for the text." That's good, right?

"I cherish our friendship also."

["Zoot Suit Riot" plays distantly]

He's writing back.

- Oh, what'd he say?

[soft mysterious music]

[text message whooshes]

- "Great to see Frankie.

"He's such a special person.

"We're both lucky to have him in our lives."

[music broods]

This is buh-cuckoo. - Fo' sho'.

[indistinct talking on TV]

- Hey, Cor'?

- Yeah?

- We got your text.

- Okay.

- Well, thanks for sending them.

I also really cherish our friendship and

I'm glad you've been crashing on my couch for a while now and

I really enjoy spending time with you.

[mysterious music]

- Yeah, and Cory, thanks for saying I'm special.

Uh, I'm really lucky to have you in my life too.

♪ ♪

- Okay.

♪ ♪

[ding]

♪ ♪

- "Frankie has such cool style.

I need him to take me shopping sometime. LOL."

What the hell is going on here?

- Give me the phone.

"Frankie here.

I'll take you shopping."

- It's like texting allows him to say the things he thinks

but can't say in person.

Maybe he's had these thoughts in him all along, and he just

couldn't express himself until the phone came into his life.

[tender vintage music]

- What a trip.

♪ ♪

[soft mysterious music]

♪ ♪

[phone dings]

♪ ♪

- Looks like checkmate. Good game, pal, you got me.

Damn, that was close.

All right, well, I should probably hit the sack.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

[phone dings]

[phone buzzes, plays "Zoot Suit Riot"]

- ♪ Riot ♪

[phone dings]

♪ ♪

- Good night, Cory. - All right, yeah.

Get out of here. I need to get some sleep.

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

[text message whoosh]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Cory?

- Yo?

- Is your phone on silent?

- Oh, you know what? I accidentally broke it.

Dropped it in the toilet this morning.

Still in there if you want to fish it out.

You can put it in a bag of rice.

[gloomy vintage music]

[crickets chirping]

["Zoot Suit Riot" plays distantly]

- ♪ Throw back a bottle of beer ♪

♪ Zoot suite riot riot ♪

[ominous music]

["Zoot Suit Riot" continues playing]

- Cory?

- ♪ Throw back a bottle of beer ♪

♪ Zoot suit riot riot ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Cory?

- ♪ A whipped up jitterbuggin' brown-eyed man... ♪

[dramatic sting]

- "Donny, I'm still here.

"Bummer about my cell phone.

"It was really nice texting with you.

"And I still have something I want to tell you,

"something big.

"I don't know how to do it

"without the cell phone, but

maybe this will help."

["Zoot Suit Riot"]

[drum solo]

- [singing gibberish]

♪ ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

[tools buzzing]

[soft mysterious music]

- Hey, Cory?

I've made something for you.

♪ ♪

Try it on.

♪ ♪

[electrical whirring] [beeping]

- Initiating. [electrical warbling]

- Cory, are you there?

[ambient music]

Cory?

- [distorted] Yes, Donny, I'm here.

You built this much faster than I expected.

- Why did you have me build this?

- When I was... texting you,

I found myself able to be so open

to communicate.

I wondered why.

And I realized

it's because when you can't see someone,

when they can't hear your voice,

you're not so vulnerable,

and you're free to say whatever you'd like.

When my phone died, I thought,

"What if I had some sort of device

"that could cover my eyes

"and change the way my voice sounds?

"Perhaps I could communicate

as openly as I desire."

- Do you mind if we film this to reflect on later?

- No, I think that's a wonderful idea.

Oh, hey, Frank. Didn't know you were here.

- Hey, Cor'.

- The other night, you had something you wanted to tell me.

What was it?

[soft ambient music]

♪ ♪

- Come on.

♪ ♪

The sunlight looks beautiful

coming over the tops of the mountains.

Hey, sport? Pull over here, please.

[ambient music]

♪ ♪

- What's going on, Donny?

- I don't know, but he's gonna tell me something big.

I wonder why he brought us here.

- I got you guys a hot dog.

They're a little dry, but don't worry.

I got some ketchup, mustard. There's even relish.

♪ ♪

Mmm.

All right, squirt. Let's park right here.

♪ ♪

Just leave it there. It's fine. Let's go.

[can clanks]

♪ ♪

[car beeps] - Ah, sh...

♪ ♪

- Well, I suppose this is

as good a place as any.

So, you've been letting me crash on your couch

for quite some time.

You've given me food, water, shelter.

You've been a good roommate, a good friend.

And yet, as close as we are,

there's something I've never told you,

something I've been wanting to tell you

for a really long time.

Donny, what I've always wanted to tell you is...

- Error. Error. [device beeping]

- What?

- Oh, no. The battery's running low.

- Donny, what's going on?

There's a red flashing light in the helmet.

- Cory, the battery! Just say it!

- Okay, so what I've always want...

[slowed] to say to you...

- Cory, hurry, spit it out!

- [electrical sputtering] What I've always wanted...

- What do you want to tell me? Hurry!

- Systems offline.

[wind whooshing]

- [exhales]

[ambient music]

♪ ♪

Thank you.

- You're my boy.