It's early in the morning. Up at the front desk of All Day Fitness,
a dejected Kayla, the gym's confident but sporadic do it all staffer,
stares blankly towards the entryway, where a swell of members are walking in and
scanning their phones. Thanks, have a good workout. Thanks, have a
good workout. Thanks have a good workout. The only member without headphones gives
her an eager smile. Thanks you too. Wait you know what I mean?
Yes, scary, and I knew what you meant yesterday and the day
before. So have you thought at all about dinner? Then? Gary,
Please don't make me do this again. You won't have to if you just
say yes. Kyla turns to find an energetic, middle aged man standing impatiently
behind the back counter, holding one of his wired headphones away from his ear.
What do you need, Kyle, I'd flipping TV three to something a
little bit more informative. Can't exactly do my job if I'm not up to
date on the latest news cycle. Yeah, yeah, hold on. She
snatches the remote and starts pressing buttons, becoming increasingly more frustrated with each push.
Oh and, by the way, sort of puked in one of the
urinals. One thing at a time, Kyle, the remote is still clearly
not working. This thing sucks. She turns to change out the batteries and
is startled to find Gary is still standing there. Get out of here,
man, Can you hurry it up? I mean, do you have any
idea what's happening in Washington right now? Kayla glares at him, but holds
her tongue as she switches out the batteries. She reaches forward and presses the
button with force. There you're happy, Hey, what the well? She
and Kyle look to the stairmasters, where an absurdly large bodybuilder jumps down and
storms at them. Switch it back. I can't do cardio without myselfsh I
think you two can deal with this. She casually tosses the remote to Kyle
before walking away. He turns to the bodybuilder, who snatches the remote,
changes the channel, then snaps the device right in Kyle's face. This is
all day fitness. Kaylea moves into the break room, sitting at the far
end of the table across from Logan that Jim's sage Behemoth, who is eating
from a ridiculous spread of food. She throws up her hood and drops her
head down hard on the metal table. I hate these people, dude,
same, I have to train this is Thompson in five minutes. He look
at what I've been dealing with. He slides his phone over to her.
She looks at the screen of text messages, becoming more and more uneasy as
she scrolls. Oh God, this woman is out of control. You're telling
me. I mean, it's definitely not the first time a client has put
themselves out there like this. But wait, how many have you? You
know? I haven't any of them. That's not how you made it sound.
Damn it, Kayla, don't twist me up. This is serious.
I've been training her five days a week for almost ten years now. She's
basically my mortgage payment. And every time a client starts doing this, man
or woman, it ends poorly every time. Yeah, well, at least
sex is your worst case scenario. I gotta say, I'm pretty sick of
the unscheduled twelve hour shifts and cleaning up after wrinkly toddlers. You wanted to
work at a gym, right, He raises the blender bottle and chugs his
brotean shake. Yeah, but I didn't want to get stuck at the bottom
of the pecking order. I've been here for six months basically running that desk
by myself, and Pat hasn't so much as mentioned a raise. I think
he's a bit more worried about losing his house right now. Her head drops
back down to the table. I hate this job so much. Then quit.
I can't then stay, but I hate it. Oh, seems like
you got it all figured out, though not knock. His face drops as
he turns to see Missus Thompson, an energetic and gaudy housewife, poking her
head in. He tries masking his nerves with an awkward smile. Missus Thompson,
you know you can actually just knock. But I don't want to waste
a second of our session. My hips are in need of a deep stretch.
Kayla looks up, both disturbed and concerned. Well, I still have
thirty seconds to finish my oats. How about you hop on the elliptical.
I'll meet you out there. Sounds great, I'll be counting. She leaves.
Kaylea watches the door shut and thinks to herself, I've got it.
She rises and exits. Logan takes about the bite, He peeks up at
the clock and immediately starts scarfing down the oats. Sitting at his desk in
a private office, Pat, the gym's exhausted and rotun general manager, pops
two pills, chasing them with a cup of coffee. He startled when the
door swings open and starts choking on the drink. As Kayla enters Pat,
she takes a seat across from them. I am officially ready to move on
from the front desk. He's just barely able to collect himself. Kayleb,
Please, I can't handle this right now. My son apparently brought his pet
raccoon to school. I don't want to hear your sob stories. I'm not
being treated fairly, and I'm sick of it. You know what. We're
beyond understaffed, but I'm doing the best I can. I can't have you
quitting now. Well, that's the good news. I'm not quitting. I
just want to be promoted to trainer motto. You don't seem to understand how
this works. Pat, Please, you don't know the kind of bullshit I
have to deal with up there, Yes I do. Do you know how
many people quit that job? Yes? That's my point. I'm the one
who always has to pick up the slack for those clowns. Pat takes a
beat and thinks to himself before looking at her with an understanding gaze. Listen,
training isn't really even my responsibility. I could maybe convince Jordan to give
you an interview, but no promises. Kayla's face lights up. Oh my
god, yes, thank you. I won't let you down. Well,
you can't because I don't care. Out on the sales floor, Sean,
the offbeat and energetic sales manager, sits at his desk doing busy work on
his computer. He reaches for a nearby energy drink, cracks it open,
and nearly chugs the entire thing. A look of boredom comes across his face.
He notices Daniel, an all organic type of trainer, and eagerly moves
towards him as he turns the corner. He stops in his tracks upon seeing
that Daniel is working with a clearly agitated member. Yeah, but you're not
listening to me. Yes I am, but I can't explain the functional benefits
of animal based movement training if you keep interrupting me. I'm not doing this
anymore. It hurts my hips. Well, yeah, a life of sedentary
immobility will do that to you, won't it. Jim, screw you.
Excuse me. I'm just trying to add decades to your life by making me
crawl around like a monket. No, like a gorilla. They're from a
completely different genus. That's it. I'm out of here. He moves to
leave. Daniel goes down to his knuckles and steps into his path, actually
moving a lot like a gorilla. You see this, Our primate cousins have
superior hip mobility if we can harness even a fraction of the range of motion.
Get out of my wife. He storms around Daniel, who remains in
his eighte pose fine, enjoy the rigidity. Bro Forget about him, buddy,
he's not ready for your wisdom. Daniel rises to stand. I just
wish people weren't so stubborn. We don't even want his business. I mean,
once people get what you're doing, your schedule is gonna be a booming
Daniel. Oh god. He and Sean turned to see Jordan the still could
be an athlete fitness manager of the club, storming over, what did you
do to that guy? He just canceled his membership. I was just having
him do guerrilla walks. It's not like I was having him do bear crawls.
Wild Shut up both of you. Sean, you're a manager. Quit
being his groupie. Come on, Jordan, he didn't even let him finish
the workout. It's not a workout, it's a consultation. Have him squat,
tell him his knees suck, and then sell them sessions to fix him.
We see Kayla in the background, excitedly rushing over after spotting them.
Jordan, there you are. I gotta tell you something. Jordan looks back
at her. As she does, we see Daniel sprint off behind her just
a sec k. She turns back around, furious to only find a petrified
Sean. Jordan gestures a punch making Sean Kaer before walking away. Kayla waits
in the stretching room, standing in front of a group of elderly people doing
calisthetics. She waves over a clearly agitated Jordan. This is huge. Which
way did Daniel go, I'm going to be a trainer? Wait? What
how Pat said? All I have to do is interview with you. So
let's say this was that, and now you can give me one of those
cool shirts. They just say trainer on the back. Yeah, well,
at least they say something. I'm not making you a trainer, k what?
Oh wait, I get it. The reason I love fitness is listen,
you're my only friend here. Don't make me do this. Do what?
Tell you every reason why this is a terrible idea, Like how you
have absolutely zero experience, let alone any sort of certification. And then there's
the fact that you could probably use a trainer yourself. Wow, you really
just went ahead and did it. I'm sorry, but you know I take
this department seriously. We have a real opportunity to help people. So I'm
only going to let the best of the best join my team. I swear
it's not personal and just shooting you straight. It feels more like you're shooting
me in the head. Come on, don't make this into a whole thing.
You don't even get it. You and your team get to work with
the people who are excited to be here. I deal with the rest of
them, And I'm telling you right now, real monsters come from the upper
middle class suburbs. Jordan thinks to herself, Listen, I can't make you
a trainer if you aren't certified, but we have a manager's meeting in half
an hour. I'll see what I can do to at least get you some
help. One of the elderly people approaches them. Excuse me, do you
ladies mind if we have the room? We're starting to roll roll? They
look over at the elderly crew. We're all now engaged in intense jiu jitsu
grappling exercises. Are you all doing jiu jitsu every Monday, Wednesday, Friday?
On carpet across the gym, Logan walks a guinea, satisfied and sweaty
Missus Thompson to the front door. That was incredible. LOGI what did I
say about calling me that? Relax? I know you love it. I
definitely don't. Am I going to be seeing you on Wednesday? Who knows,
maybe even sooner. Unfortunately I'm all booked up tomorrow, maybe outside of
office hours. Then she drags her index finger across his chest while walking out.
He freezes until she takes her full legsit. After a beat, he
looks up to the heavens, please make it stop. We'll go back to
church this time, I swear. Back in the GM's office, Pat sits
at his desk dealing with a bloody nose while an uncomfortable Jordan and Seawan sit
across from him. Are you sure you don't want me to go get some
help. That thing's been spewing for like ten minutes. No, nope,
I can feel it. Slow it down, We're okay. He tosses the
bloody tissue into the trash before shoving a fresh piece up each respective nostril.
Now where were we? We were trying to figure out how to get Kala
some help. We've had nineteen people start and quit in the past eight months.
What do you want me to do? I could bring her over to
sales. I honestly really need some staff. We're trying to make her life
easier, not force her to quit. Hey I'm a good boss. Yeah,
sure you are. Oh what if we fired Daniel and get her a
breeze? Whoa why would we do that? I mean, he's the most
knowledgeable person here. That's simply not true. He's a hippie with an anger
problem. I don't need someone who spends half an hour of every sale talking
about the benefits of foraging for your own mushrooms. I wouldn't mind getting rid
of him. We can't fire him without cause he hasn't brought a new client
on in over six months. This is overdue. What if I teach him
the art of the deal? I'm calling it Daniel's out. No, Why
are you obsessed with that guy? After he fixed my elbow, my wife
and I won our county pickleball tournament three years in a row, saved our
marriage. His tips to improve my gut biome got me to poop solid for
the first time since I was seventeen. The man's a wizard of the human
body and pat you know he's done the same for you. Fine, you've
got one day to turn him around. Otherwise, Jordan and Sean both shake
their heads as blood starts seeping through the tissues. You're a hard person to
take seriously now. Late at night, Logan sleeps soundly in his bed,
lit by the full moon shining through his window. Suddenly, something hits the
glass, but his snores keep him from stirring. After a beat, a
much larger rock smashes through his window, this time waking him in terror.
What the hell? He sees the shattered window Before looking down at the rock,
He rolls out of bed, grabbing the bat by his headboard. Moments
later, Logan looks out the people of his front door. He then timidly
opens it and moves out to the front porch, where he nervously steps towards
the railing. As he leans over it, we see us smiling Missus Thompson
creeping up behind him. She reaches out and taps his shoulder. Now a
Logan blindly swings the bat as hard as he can, barely missing her,
but absolutely destroying a beam of the patio upon impact. Oh, someone looks
a little wound up. What the fuck are you doing here, Carrie?
I thought we could get in a midnight session. I'm calling the police for
what so many things? For starters, you broke my window? Well,
why don't we go upstairs and assess the damages? What has gotten into you
lately? Hopefully back at All Day Fitness. Kayla lean's on the front desk
in a deep sleep. She snores herself awake. Then Groggiley looks up to
see an old member standing across from her with a smile. I mean,
how can I help you? Oh saw a flyer about doing a consultation with
a trainer, which wonder if you heard any availability at the shote at eleven
forty five pm. Yeah, I don't think well, actually I could do
it for you. I just remembered my midnight session canceled. Are you sure?
I've been here for ten minutes and you will soundly asleep. I've been
working an eighteen hour shift. Get off my case. Wait, you were
watching me for ten minutes. It seems like you're busy. Maybe I'll just
sign up for one at the club by my offers. He starts to walk
away. Kayla rushes out from behind the desk in a panic. Wait wait,
wait, I'm not busy at all. Please, your knees are awful.
What did you say about my knees? I can see it from here.
Your quadratus is firing into your patellas and putting strain on your gastroculus,
which is probably going to tear your acls, both of them at the same
time. If you're not careful, please let me help you. Where what
are we waiting? For? A bit later, Kayla and the members sit
on the floor of the turf section, laughing as she jots down notes.
That's not at all where I saw that story going. Yes, when definitely
not so funny when it happened, Kayla scans her clipboard. I gotta say,
mister Jones, you seem like a super healthy guy. If we get
those knees right, I think you'll be back to scooting around in no time.
Excellent or So, how do we do that? Well, let's start
by getting you up and checking that squad. They both rise to their feet,
So go ahead and put your feet at about shoulder width and then each
your hips back like you're sitting in a chair. He follows her instructions and
delivers three of the worst squats. Imagine, mister Jones, Ed, can
I call you Ed? That was one of the best squats I've ever seen
in my years of doing this. Oh you mean that. I mean there's
work to be done, But all we've got to do is put some meat
on those drumsticks and you'll be a new man. Come on, we've still
got twenty minutes left. Let me show you what you're capable of. The
next morning, Daniel sits in the sauna, deep in a state of meditation
and I opens when he hears wood creaking and finds a fully clothed Sean taking
a seat next to him. Careful, dude, your polo isn't meant for
this heat. It's all good. I mean, I'll just be in here
for a second. I mean, what what are you up to? Opening
the mind precessh that's that's what's up. Um. Your client won't mind how
sweaty you are. I'd shame him right back if he were bold enough to
judge right on. Well, um, hey, there's something I've been something
I've been meaning to ask ask you. I told you, dude, the
MDMA is gone. I literally can't get you anymore. No, no,
no, not that I wanted to ask you about your self technique. That
is none of your business. It's actually a pretty big part of my job.
I just thought I could repay some of what you've taught me with some
pointers on us. While I appreciate the reciprocity, I'm real good. My
numbers are fine. I mean, are they really? Though? I appeal
to a very specific niche when compared to the blind corporate driven agenda, then
yeah, okay, I'm on the lower end. But I thought we agreed
that stuff was arbitrary. Dude, dude, yes, totally, but they
do kind of need to keep having a reason to, you know, pay
you. I'm teaching a workshop this Saturday, a real one, and then
it has to be today. Nothing has to be today, bro. Flow
can't be constrained to a few mere hours. No, no, no,
listen, Pat's gonna fire you at the end of the day if you don't
get a cell. Wait what why the numbers man? Well, that's a
dumb reason. But you're cool with just buying another ten sessions from me though?
Right, No, it has to be an actual client. Okay,
whoop? How am I supposed to do that? Let mean teach you.
I'll give you all my secrets. Then there's no way they won't see the
genius that I know you are. Here, he pulls a pen out of
his Polo frocket start by selling me this pen? Why would anyone waste their
money on something like that? Work with me? Here? Man out on
the sales floor, kyless. It's across from Jordan, who is busy working
on her computer, ignoring her friend, who clearly has something to say.
After a beat, Hey, what you're doing working like you should be?
Isn't there an entire swim class upfront that needs to be checked in? Nah?
Pat's got it. I've learned that I have approximately thirty seven minutes per
bathroom break where he'll just do my job for me, no questions asked.
That's nice of him. Ah, he's always super passive aggressive. When I
get back, I wonder why as screw it. I was going to do
this as like a whole big thing later, but I can't wait. I
have to tell you something. You're keeping the baby? What? No,
I already told you it was a false positive. I brought on a new
client. This perks Jordan. Up. Oh nice, which trainer did you
put them with? Me? Don't play with me now? We need these
sessions. I'm not I have a real client, Ed Jones. You can
look him up. He came in super late last night looking for a consult,
so I figured that that would be a perfect test for me. And
not to brag, but your girls are natural. Jordan notices something while scanning
the computer. He definitely exists. All right, but I'm not seeing any
sessions. Well, he's coming in later this afternoon to actually buye them.
He didn't have his wallet on him. Jordan pinches her brow. This isn't
helping your cause, K what you don't believe me? I believe you talked
to a creep named Ed Jones last night, and I also believe he told
you whatever you wanted to hear to keep the conversation going. I mean,
yeah, that always happens, but I actually took him through a workout,
and I swear he was asking to buy sessions by the end. Here you
want proof. She pulls out her phone and starts making a call. Oh
Christ, you didn't give this guy your number, did you. You've got
a real two today. Suddenly, over the speaker phone, this is Ed.
Hey, Ed, it's Kayla from the gym. Oh hello, Kayla.
I'm great hearing from you. How are you today? I'm great.
Sounds like you're feeling pretty good after our workout? Are we going to see
No, I'm not come again. I'm not doing good at all. My
knee's been swollen since this morning. I can hardly even walk. Kayla looks
with alarm at Jordan, who mutes the phone. Yeah, you're a real
natural. Out in the freeweight's area, Logan stands straddled above his client's face
as the man strains to just barely press a loaded barbell off his chest.
Logan's hands are on the bar for a spot, but he is providing a
little aid. Come on, you've got to get one more. You have
to no other choice. The client pushes with all his might, but to
no avail. I'm not doing it for you. Let's go, let's go.
Logan glances up and does a double take upon seeing Missus Thompson checking in
at the front. No, you have a great work out. His face
drops as they make eye contact. She smiles, waves starts rushing over to
him. As the client continues to suffer, Logan takes his hands off the
bar and sprints away, leaving it to fall right on the man's stern um,
pinning him to the bench. Where are you going? I can't get
this off my chest. Help. Back in the private office, a defeated
Pat lays on the floor behind his desk, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Kayla and Jordan are both seated across the desk, nervously waiting on him.
So do you have any thoughts or Nope? Come on, he's totally bluffing.
I guarantee he's just sore and doesn't know what's going on. Every day
you leave me more flabbergasted than the last. Well, Luckily, the waiver
he signed covers this kind of stuff, but I swear if you pull the
ship again? Wait what waiver the one everyone has to sign before doing it?
Damn it, Kayla? She falls back in her seat, defeated him.
You've ruined us. I'm telling you, guys, this dude had never
done a lunge before last night. Give him a day or two and I
promise this will all go away. Pat slowly climbs back into his chair.
You don't understand even a whiff of a lawsuit will shut this place down.
You know where corporate's at with this club. I think you're being dramatic.
He's not. All three of them freeze and look at the phone. Pat
hesitantly reaches out and puts it on speaker. Pat chase all day fitness.
How may I help you? Hello there, Brookwoods, I represent mister Jones.
Kayla and Jordan's faces drop while Pat quickly snatches up the trash can from
under his desk. Is everything all right? Over there? Back in the
sauna, sweat soaks every inch of Sean's polo and khakis as he fights heat
exhaustion. And don't even get me started on the stoned ape theory. Okay,
if we embrace the intended evolutionary path, we will be closer to telepathy
than the need for written utensils like that stupid pen. You wanted me to
say, all right, we've got enough track whatever, ignore science. See
if I care, can we please take up either I'm getting lightheaded in my
khakis are soaked. Don't mess with my routines. Okay, they're sacred.
A Now frustrated, Sean hands and opens the door, holding it ajar and
allowing the cool air to breathe inside. Hey, whoa close the doorman?
Not until you come outside? Fine? Daniel rises and walks past him into
the pool area. Sean lets the door close and approaches a cross arm.
Daniel, what the hell was that? Not to be blunt, but you're
blowing it. You're doing too much talking and not enough selling. Wow,
here, I was thinking that you were on my team. I am,
and I'm telling you, if you keep bringing up orangutines and baboons and gibbons,
nobody, nobody will ever take you seriously. I'm building rapport. You
ever heard of it? Do you want a sales pitch or self actual realization?
You're not providing either. The first rule of cells is to listen to
the customer and assess how you can best serve their needs, not push whatever
bizarre beliefs you heard on a podcast. I'm trying to revolutionize how people see
their bodies, both physically and spiritually. Yeah, but people have to actually
like you before they give you their money, or at the very least think
you know what you're doing. I know what I'm doing. Okay, fine,
I'll try it your way. Awesome. Now, let me just change
into some dry clothes. No no, no, no, no, no
no no, I got like another half hour in here. Daniel turns and
steps back into the sauna. Okay, now give me that pen and okay,
I want to run it from the top and irritated, Logan sits on
a bench in the men's locker room, watching a sports show on one of
the TV's in the crowded space comprised mostly of naked old men engaged in casual
conversation. Listen, if Smith can just get enough time in the pocket,
we're going to be fine. Maybe, but I'm not sure he's good enough
to get us to the playoffs. We gotta give the kid a shot.
There you are. Logan's face drops shit. He stands and starts moving to
the other exit. Where do you think you're going? Logi bear his jaw
clenches as he stops in his tracks. Missus Thompson, this is the men's
locker room. You have to leave. It's fine with us. Shut up,
Clark, put on fucking towel. I just wanted to say that I'm
sorry for my behavior last night. Really, it's fine. We can just
pretend like it never happened. What happened, Clark, turn your dick away
from us, in mind your own business. It wasn't fine. I behave
like an animal, and I just can't have you thinking that's who I really
am. Things have been a mess back home, LOGI, seriously, it's
fine. I understand how tough it's been. And if you're feeling better,
so am I much much better I left Henry, wait seriously for you.
This is getting really messy, Carrie. He then notices everyone is attentively watching
them. Now. It ends front door. A timid Kayla stands next to
Jordan. She rings the doorbell. You've got a chill. I'm as chilly
as free, Willie, dude. Stop. The door opens, revealing ed
on crutches wearing a huge leg brace, greeting them with a friendly smile.
Well hello there, what a pleasant surprise, mister Jones. Is there any
way we can avoid taking this issue to court? My general manager is willing
to offer you. I am sorry, ma'am, but it's not that simple.
See. I volunteered the garden section of the home depot. If I
can't be on my feet, I'm leaving the rest of the squad out to
dry. And that's just not who I am. Hey man, listen,
I played pro ball in Estonia. I get you don't want to let your
team down, but wait, you don't work there, no, and I
won't leave the people that do out to drive for months months. Wow.
What did the doctor say happened down there? H I haven't talked to the
dock yet, but you have crutches and stuff. I always stay prepared to
get injured. It's a little weird that you'd call your lawyer before your doctor.
Don't you think I will not be arrangued in my own foyer. Good
day to you both. He moves to close the door, but Kayla lunges
into it. Wait, ed, please, if you give me a chance,
I can make this right. I know so many good stretches. I
wish it could be that easy, but what's done is done. I'm really
not asking your company for that much money, mister Jones. I just ask
that you take a moment and put yourself in Kila's shoes. She had been
working all day with no help, and believe me, life is not easy
for our front desk staff. Wait, she's a trainer, isn't she?
Blush it? I mean yes, Now back at all day fitness. Logan
takes up a large section of the turf area to do curls. A loud
screech from above catches us now irritated attention, Logan, can I please see
you in my office? Logan returns to exercising. Logan, I can see
you from here. Stop ignoring me, Logan, Logan. He rolls his
eyes and drops the weights as he moves to Pat's office. As a perturbed
Logan enters the office, Pat swivels around dramatically in his chair. What why
did you tell missus Thompson she has to train with somebody else? She's curious.
Yeah, look, there's been a complication in our dynamic, and I
know longer feel emotionally or physically comfortable being her trainer. You think I give
a shit if some housewife falls in love with you. I'm not asking you
too, I'm just telling you now, because you better believe I do.
It's the only stable business we have in this gym. I bring in tons
of business. Your bodybuilders go broke eating all the food you make them shove
down there, call it in. Almost all your old people are dead.
Well. I can't really do anything about that, can I. Look,
we're getting heated and it's not helping. The point is we need her sessions.
This is a team effort, hear Logan. I'm telling you, Pat,
this is complicated. This situation with her is already a dumpster fire,
and you're just wanting me to fan the flames. She's gonna cancel her membership.
Please, Logan, you owe me for what. I don't know.
I just really need you to do this for me. I Pat turns to
exit. Wait wait, wait, Logan then walks out, letting the door
shut behind him. Pat sits in thought for a beat. I hope that
worked. Outside, Jordan puts her car in park. A despondent Kalas stares
out the passenger window. After an awkward beat of silence, Hey, you're
gonna get through this? How he's suing me now I have no money.
I'm gonna be paying his family until I'm as old as him. She fights
back tears. Oh god, and he's so old. Listen, that guy's
a con artist. He can't do anything until the doctor actually says he's injured.
You don't think a guy like that get a fake doctor's note for whatever
he wants. Like I said, he's old, he's got connections. You
know what. Fine, keep moping, but I'm telling you right now that
ass hat's going to ruin you and then keep doing the same thing to other
weaklings. No offense untaken, damn it, Kaila, that's the problem.
You should be offended. What's the point? You need to be unbeatable?
You forge yourself and grit and determination and toughness. You think I was scared
when I was getting back down in the post by a six ft eight Lithuanian,
Well, guess what, it doesn't matter because I got a European record
nine blocks in that game. She looks over at Kila, who presses her
face against the window with a look of dejection. Is this helping at all?
No back in this sauna Sean lays on the hot wooden bench while Daniel
rambles on, pacing back and forth. Am I making sense here? When
you run barefoot, you essentially build up callouses that are like clothing hooves,
Ryan, And that's the only way to restore our natural potential? Take back
what cushioned evolution has stolen from us. I'm cooking in here, Dan,
I I can barely breathe. You came in. Don't be a baby.
Four count inhale, seven count hold eight count acts out here. Come on,
dude, I'm giving you the cheet codes. I think this might have
been a mistake. No, no, no, no no no, I
think I'm getting it. Ride like Okay, let me try one more time
with a different angle. Okay, hello sir, Have you ever wanted to
harness the power of the octopus? Well with the ink in this Penn Shoan
abruptly rolls off the bench to his feet and quickly stumbles to the door.
Oh you're all right there, Bud, as he rushes out, I just
need he well, don't take too long. We've only scratched the iceberg.
Daniel sits down, takes a deep breath, and smiles as he closes his
eyes for a content beat. You're top of the food chain. There's nothing
you can't do. You're top of the food chain. There's nothing you can't
do. As he does this, we can see Sean through the glass door,
stumbling face first into the pool. You've ripped the heart out of a
tiger. Siegfried and Roy couldn't even do that. You're better than Siegfried and
Roy. Daniel takes a few more meditative breaths while we see Sean's limp body
floating in the water. Finally, three people rush into frame outside the door,
leaping into the pool and pulling out an unconscious Sean. All the while,
Daniel goes deeper and deeper into his meditative state. I'm a bad boon
stronger than you. I'm a bad boon stronger than you. Cut two later,
in a hospital room, Sean's eyes slowly opened to find bright fluorescent lights.
He then notices an ivy sticking out of his arm. What where where
am I? He looks over to find Daniel sipping tea from a tin cup,
casually slouched deep into the seat next to him. You need better heat
conditioning, my friend. No one should be sitting in the sauna for an
hour straight. Oh come on, it's not like it can kill you.
Guess it can. Look at me. Uh no, you're here because you
went face first into our apparently very overchlorinated pool. I don't know what to
do here, man, I'd hate to lose you, but I just don't
think it's safe to let you keep training people. Daniel abruptly sits up,
dumping the drag onto his lap. Are you kidding me? Dude? I
thought you had my back. Oh how that's hot. I'm sorry, but
you're just awful. It sells, there's no two ways about it. Wow.
Really, dude, you're just gonna do me like that after everything I've
taught you. Well, hey, now, easy, easy, easy,
This this isn't personal. It's just business. Daniel goes to speak, but
bites his tongue and takes a be to think, Well, what if I
actually let you teach me? I'll put my ego aside, or what little
of it is left, and follow your ways. Sean seems surprised and interested.
He smiles, Welcome on, young and Padawan. Nope, hate that,
don't want that now back at all. Day Fitness Logan walks into the
break room As the door shuts, we see Kayla crouched in the corner behind
it. Hey, Logan, Ah, what the hell, Kayla? Sorry,
I'm not trying to be ghoulish. I'm just hiding from pat Us.
Sure had a similar day myself. He slings his bag over his shoulder and
heads for the door. He puts up a fist bump. Well, I
wish you luck. She bumps the fist back at ship big guy. Moments
later, outside in the parking lot, Logan pulls out his keys as he
moves to his car. Suddenly, Missus Thompson jumps out from behind the car,
startling Logan again and causing him to reflectively punch off his side mirror.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Please don't get rid of me,
please, He looks down where she's not so subtly reaching for a rag that's
sticking out of his gas tank. Carrie, She quickly snags it out.
You don't understand I love you. No, you don't. You just want
me? Yeah, Well, what's the difference. I don't really know,
but believe me, this would be a disaster. But you haven't even given
a chance. Listen, It's not like I haven't thought about it, But
we need to take a beat. And you've thought about it, I mean
a little bit. Sure, you've kind of made it impossible not to.
Can you know how great we'd be? That gas soaked rag is really not
helping your cause. This was just an idea. It's not like I was
gonna do anything. Does this really feel healthy to you? I suppose not.
Listen. I'm on your side. One session with a different trainer could
give you a whole new perspective on life. She thinks to herself for a
beat, Yeah, well that's a big freaking promise. Well I didn't really
promise anything. She steps past him and moves toward the gym. I suppose
we could talk to pat Encie. Back inside, at the entryway, a
large crowd of elderly members migrate out of the gym. There's a noticeable individual
amongst them with a hood up, moving with more urgency than the rest.
Just as they reach the door, not happening, kay The individual starts running
through the elderly herd, only to be grabbed and yanked offscreen. Nope,
Jordan rips off the hood, revealing a disheartened Kayla. Come on, Pat
wants to see you Moments later, Pat's door opens as Jordan leads Kayla inside.
I got her, have a seat. I don't want to. I
am your manager, and I am commanding you to stop. You right there,
boss, good call. Thanks. We've made a decision on how to
proceed with your situation. I already have it all figured out. My grandma
lives up in Ontario, so I'll just flee up there, become a Canadian
citizen and then they can't touch me. Definitely not how that works. Listen,
kay I'm not going to beat around the bush here. You're a trainer.
Now, wait what, don't be messing with me. I will lose
it. Nah, it's true. Here Jordan grabs a shirt from Pat's counter
and tosses it to her. Kayla unfolds it to reveal the word trainer on
the back. I don't understand. Pat leans in, becoming noticeably nervous.
We'll say you started earlier this week and then the paperwork was still processing.
Won't exactly save us, but should at least cover our asses if they pull
any mouthpractice nonsense. I don't know what to say. I'll let you down
back there. I had to make it right. Thank you so much,
Jordan. Now, don't get me wrong, You're going to be rolling with
training wheels for a long a long time, big time training wheels. Just
then the door opens, catching all their attention, Logan pops his head in.
Hey boss bat you guys mind having a quick chat with Missus Thompson and
me? Absolutely anything for our favorite member, Kayla, Would you mind giving
us the room? Of course? Is there anything else you need from me
before I head out? Yeah? Hang around. We'll have Jordan get you
in the system so you could start tomorrow. Ah, can we do it
in the morning. I just got off Wow, already embracing the promotion.
This will be five minutes tops smash cut two the front desk. It's now
night out as kayleb mindlessly stares off while several members enter and scan their phones.
Thanks, have a good workout, Thanks, have a good workout.
Just then, Jordan exits Pat's office and walks over to her. What the
hell I've been up here for over an hour? Good news, I got
you your first client a surprise. Kayla shakes her head in disbelief before noticing
Missus Thompson glaring at her from the office. Oh shock, All day fitness
is a production of DMT Studios, directed, edited and created by Jack Anderson,
Written by Jack Anderson and Ben Hilser. A very special thank you to
Rihanna Dabreeze as Kayla, Caitlin Hilser as Jordan, Robert Abbott as Pat,
Ben Hilser as Daniel, Gary Miller as Sean, Ethan Brandt as Logan,
and Ed Jones, Lauren Brandt as Missus Thompson, and various roles played by
Cody Cassidy, Oe Heller and Sam Butler. And I'm Jack Anderson. Thank
you for listening. H