Netflix original comedy Dead to Me dropped Friday May 3, 2019.

#DeadtoMe will be Gary Sanchez Productions’ last major TV-based project.

rottentomatoes: 86%

metacritic: 67

imdb: 8.5

Jen Harding

Widow Jen Harding finds some solace in a friend she meets at a support group outside of Laguna Beach, CA.

“Thanks, Karen.  But you really don’t have to keep– great.  Mmm.  Thanks.  Well, it’s like if Jeff got hit by a car and died suddenly and violently.  Like that.  Yup.  Gonna get right on it.” — Jen Harding

“Fuck.  God.  I’d skip the coffee.  It’s terrible.  Hmm?  Oh.  I’m sorry.  Hmm?  Oh.  Hi.  Jen.  Hi.  Uh… no.  This is my first time here.  Oh.  Yeah.  Yeah, that’s me.  With Christopher, who does not think he looks gay in that picture.  Which bench did you see?  Oh, no.  No, no, no.  I guess I just mean where do you live?  You live– you live in Newport?  Okay.  Not a bad thing to not belong there.  But if you ever need a real estate agent, just… uh-huh.  Okay.  No.” — Jen Harding

“Uh-uh.  That’s okay.  Oh, that sucks.  Sorry.  Um, excuse me.  Um… how do you forgive someone who hits your husband with their car, and then drives away, leaving him to bleed to death on the side of the road?  How do you forgive that?  No, that’s it.  Don’t really wanna get into it, so someone else can go.  I’m not defensive.  Okay?  I’m tired.  Oh, yeah.  I just haven’t been sleeping.  You know, I’ve never been a very good sleeper, anyway, but… since Ted died, not at all.  I mean, not naturally, anyway, but… and I’m not gonna take pills.  I was not a pill person and I have two kids, two boys, who… who need me, and so, I’m not gonna be one of those, like, Xanax Ambien zombie moms, you know.  Oh, hey.” — Jen Harding

“It’s supposed to be Mexican lasagna.  I honestly don’t know.  Me, too.  Mm-hmm.  I know, Boop.  Yup?  No kidding.  Oh, sweetie, I know, but we just can;t do that anymore, okay?  I mean, it’s been three months, and… I think it’s just time for us to go back to normal.  I know.  I know, baby.  You know, what happened to your dad was an accident.  Charlie, please.  What happened to your dad was a freak accident.  And nothing like that is gonna happen to me, okay?  I promise you.  No?  Well, then what are you worried about?” — Jen Harding

“Okay.  Uh… Judy?  It’s… it’s Jen from… from the grief group thing.  I’m sorry.  I don’t– I don’t even know why I’m calling you.  Is it too late?  Uh, yeah.  Huh?  Um… a pair of my husband’s sweatpants and a T-shirt he got for running a 5k for… psoriasis.  You’re a weird person, Judy.  Uh, no, no.  He… he liked running.  Came to it later in life.  He was 40.  He was gettin’ doughy.  Mm-hmm.  Yeah.  I mean, he had  a full-on beer belly.  He was getting a beer neck.  So, he started running.  I was proud of him.  He was in the best shape of his life, when… when the car hit him.  Are you… are you eating something?  Why, yes, I do.  Oh, he was… he was always a really good musician, even then.  He was the only guy I knew who liked Ani DiFranco.  Well, I haven’t talked about him much since he died.  No.  It’s… it’s nice.  No, that’s my other husband.  Yeah, but if something happens to him, then… excuse me.  No, I want a picture of Steve.  Jeez.  Okay.  Hold on.  Oh, my God.  Is that your house?  Harbor Ridge?  It’s a lovely home.  He was very handsome.  God!  JFK Jr. was so hot.  And then just so sad.  So fucked up.  You’re tired.  I think I am.  You’re not?  No, no, no.  No.  Would you… would you mind waiting until I fall asleep?  I mean, like… like all the way asleep?  Thank you.  No, ’cause then I can’t fall asleep.” — Jen Harding

“Okay?  I mean, if I knew it was the end, I would start smoking immediately.  Right?  It’s the greatest.  What?  What channel?  God, I used to love this show.  How did I not know this was on every night?  More importantly, why are the other girls 15 and Tootie is, like, nine?  What?  Fuck you.  Seriously, fuck you.  I’m a Jo.  I’m a fucking Jo!  Why?  Who are you?  ‘Cause I’m tough.  I’m from Brooklyn.  Mm-hmm.  Oh, I used to have an accent.  Like someone from Brooklyn.  Like this.  I hate you.  Yeah.  Yeah, man, I’m a piece of work.  According to my business partner, Christopher, my anger is an ‘issue.  Well, you haven’t been on the receiving end of it.’  I meditate.  In my own way.” — Jen Harding

“Oh… no, just every time I see a person-sized dent in the front bumper of a car.  The cops say that hit-and-runs are almost impossible to solve, so… nope.  Nope.  Not really.  What are you doing?  Oh, right.  Oh, no, thanks.  I’m just not– not really a drugs person.  All right.  I did with Ted, but it’s… I mean it’s been years.  Oh, yeah.  You immediately feel nice.  Can I say something weird?  Thank you.  I don’t know.  Just for coming into my life, I guess, like… some weird little pot fairy.  And also just for not… saying and doing the same stupid shit that everybody says and does that just… makes you feel more alone than you already are, you know?  And for not being repulsed by my version of grief.  Mm-hmm. I know that it must be hard for you to be alone in that big house without Steve.  I know.  Light’s out.  I don’t think so, ’cause I… …can’t feel my tongue.  Fuck.  Why did you give that to me?  I think I just peed.  Wait, I have to check.  No, I didn’t.” — Jen Harding

“Good evening.  Nope, because I’m coming to you.  Come on.  You’ve been coming to me this whole time.  Oh, yes, I do.  And I’m pulling up right now.  Judy!  You’re Steve?  You’re alive.  No.  I, uh… heard a lot… …about you.  Is Judy here?  She doesn’t?  Wow.  This is, uh… wow.  I thought she was a friend.  I’m– I’m sorry.  I’m… I’m so sorry to bother you.  Okay.  You know, um… maybe it’s better if she doesn’t know where you live.  Seller’s market.  Again, I’m… I’m so sorry.” — Jen Harding

“What the fuck?  Huh?  What?  Okay.  Do.  Why don’t you tell them what’s going on?  No.  It’s not complicated.  Her… fiancé is not dead, okay?  I mean, unless that was his ghost who answered the door last night, because that… that would be fucking complicated.  But it’s not complicated, Judy, because he’s not fucking dead!  What the fuck?  What, do you get off pretending you’re going through the same thing I am?  No?  Is this a game you’re playing with me, with everybody else?  Making up that whole fucking story?  You don’t belong here because he’s not fucking dead, Judy.  He broke up with you!  Probably ’cause you’re a fucking lunatic who lies about him fucking being dead.  I don’t wanna let her talk, Kyle!  Oh, my God.  That was so powerful.  Right, guys?  Right?  Yeah, not dead.  Alive.  Oh, my God.  That is not the same!  Jesus Christ.  Yeah, if you believe it.  Me?  What about her?  Fuck, yeah, Linda.  Thank you.  I don’t know.  Oh, God.  She lied, man.” — Jen Harding

“Fuckin’ Tootie.  Thank you.  Hey.  You could have just told me.  Because you have issues.  Yeah, well, I have them, too.  So are you, Judy.  I mean… okay, it’s weird… that you lied about Steve.  I mean, it’s– it’s fucked up, you know, but… maybe it’s easier to lie about that than it is to… to just tell the truth about the other stuff.  I’m really sorry that I said you didn’t belong.  And you’ve… you’ve lost a lot, too.  Well, I think it is an actual… thing.  I mean, not if a Republican is asking.  But… you heard a heartbeat.  And you fell in love in that heartbeat.  You live here?  Here?  Thank you.  So, this is where you were whenever we would talk on the phone, huh?  Oh, I’ll bet.  God, the smell in here.  Oh, okay.  I told you you wouldn’t like it.  I’m sorry.  Look, um… my guesthouse is open.  Um… it used to be Ted’s music studio, but… but he’s… he’s not using it.  Um… but you’re welcome to.  To come and stay with us.  Yes, I do.  Seriously, come.  It’d be nice having you there.  No.  Come here.  That’s good.  Aww.  All right.  Here we go.  Told you.” — Jen Harding

“This is delicious.  Char.  Okay.  You know what?  You are being a jerk.   We have a guest.  Okay.  You know what?  You are being a jerk.  We have a guest.  Um… well, I don’t know.  It’s the… first night, so… no/  We’ve never discussed the exact… no.  We’ve never discussed the exact… …time frame, but… no.  Let’s not be awkward, it’s– whatever you need.  As long as you want it.  Okay?  Okay.  She is sitting right here, so you’re being rude, A.  B, enough with the ‘fucks,’ okay?  You’re 14 years old.  And C, I would never, ever put you in harm’s way.  Okay?  Everything is gonna be fine.  I’m an excellent judge of character.  Okay.  You know, well, Judy is not a petty thief with an opioid addiction.  That I know of.  She’s dead.  So could I.  I’m really sorry about Charlie.  He’s just… God he’s been such a little dick since his dad died.  If you think he’s great, then you are a saint.  Oh, he’s great.  Oh, please.  No.  You’ll come to find that I am the devil.  I’m glad you’re here.  Oh, you know what?  There’s some fresh linens and towels over there for you.  I… I’m sorry, I didn’t make up the bed.  I just haven’t been able to bring myself to go into the guesthouse since– oh!  Well… not that good.  Look, this… wasn’t my finest moment.  But… I gave Steve my business card the night I found out he wasn’t dead.  And… he called me, and I’m selling his house.  I’m really sorry.  But to be fair, in the moment, I thought you were a lying psychopath.  Oh, my God.  You’re bleeding.  You’re bleeding.  Are you okay?  Okay.  Look, I just… I just hope it’s not gonna be weird, me working with Steve.  I mean, not as weird as you lying about him being dead, but… that was way weird.  Can I please get you a band-aid?  Because it looks like a gash, not really a nick.  Everyone’s a bleeder, but that’s just real… grim.  Do you still have feelings for him?  This is probably for the best, you know?  It’s gonna force yo to just move on.  Well, you know what?  You can stay here as long as you want.  Okay?  Yeah.  You know, I’m gonna get the first aid kit, ’cause this looks like a horror movie.” — Jen Harding

“Hey!  Slow down!  2QCE 265.  2QCE 265.  2QCE 265.” — Jen Harding

“You know, there was something that Steve said that really, really bothered me.  He said you were nuts.  No, but that’s not okay.  Men call women nuts and crazy way too often just to undermine us.  You know?” — Jen Harding

“Ted was fucking someone.  Ted was fucking someone.  Yeah.  Our Ted.” — Jen Harding

“Of course she has perfect tits.  Yeah, well… mine aren’t mine.  I had the, like, the double thing, you know?  No.  No, I… I have the gene, so I just got ahead of it.  I didn’t want my kids to lose their mom like I did.  Nineteen.  So, older than Bambi.  About which part?  I just wanna know how many times.” — Jen Harding

“A year and a half!  I’m such a fucking fool.  He was lying to my face for a year and a half.  Yeah.  You would know.  Please.” — Jen Harding

“Did I tell you Laguna is his hometown, right?  It’s where he wanted to live, where he felt safe.  It’s, like, I just had to figure it out.  How am I gonna make money and feed four mouths.  What life?  This isn’t my life.  This is his life.  I worked to support him and his dreams.  I had my own dreams.  I’m really gonna need you to go faster.  They’re stupid now.  No.  It’s embarrassing.  I wanted to be a dancer.  I was really good too.  But it just… seemed like his career was taking off and… not to ruin it for you, it didn’t.  But, you know, I’m the one with the uterus, and I’ve gotta be the grown-up here, and for what?  So, he just stopped fucking me and start fucking some 20-year-old with big, warm tits who makes him feel like a genius?  Fuck him.  No.  I did.  I asked him about it, but he was just so convincing with his bad back and his depressed ‘I’m-Never-Gonna-Be-A-Rockstar’ bullshit.” — Jen Harding

“I don’t know.  I just spent 18 years with a liar.  What does that say about me?  That I wanna be lied to?  What?  What?  No.  I don’t know if you should have told me either.  I can’t fucking believe him.  What the fuck have I been doing here?  I’ve spent months trying to… bring him justice, obsessed with trying to find the person that killed him, and for what?  He fucking killed me.  He’s such a fucking asshole.  I’m glad he’s dead.” — Jen Harding

“Yeah.  Well, you know what, this is me pacing myself.  And I wanna be very clear.  Mommy can do whatever she wants.  Mommy is.  Mommy’s kids are with the grandmother, and mommy ain’t got shit to do.” — Jen Harding

Judy Hale

“I made it.  No.  I’m just kidding.  I’m just kidding.  I’m Judy.  Hi.  You come to this group often?  Me, too.  Sorry.  I hope this isn’t weird.  Do you do real estate?  I feel like I’ve seen your face on, like, a… a bus bench?  You and a cute gay guy?  What?  I didn’t mean that in a bad way.  I think gay is beautiful.  Oh, I think it’s the one where you’re like… no?  And he’s like… oh, my gosh.  Sorry.  Newport Beach.  Yeah.  Yeah.  I don’t think I belong there either.  Right.  Oh, wow.  Thank you.  I might.  Sorry.  I hope this isn’t weird.  Can I give you a hug?  Okay.” — Judy Hale

“Hi.  I’m Judy.  Oh, my God.  Uh… yeah.  I lost my fiancé eight weeks ago.  Um… it was really sudden.  One minute, we were eating dinner and then the next, he was gone.  Thank you.  Yeah.  He was 44.  Thank you.  You really think that?  I’m tired, too.  Hey.  Hey!  Uh… I’m up all night.  Feel free to call me.  We can… not sleep together.” — Judy Hale

“Hello?  Yeah?  Hi.  No, no.  God, come on.  I told you you could.  No.  Are you in bed?  What are you wearing?  What are you wearing?  Mm.  Slower.  Thank you. Did your husband really like running?  Or did he just hate psoriasis?  I’m sorry.  You don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to.  What made him start?  Oh, yeah.  Men get that middle-aged man puff.  Beer neck?  I’m so sorry.  Yeah.  Mm-hmm.  It’s an Entenmann’s chocolate chip cookie.  You know, the little one?  Oh, I love Ani.  Well, we can stop.  I don’t wanna pry.  Did you get it?  Is that him?  Oh, you have another one?  Then you’re fine.  I heard that.  You should ride that wave and go to sleep.  I’d have to look.  Found some.  Yeah. Yup.  Thanks.  Yeah, I always thought he had kind of  a JFK Jr. vibe.  So hot.  So sad.  Oh, yeah.  No.  But… I’ll let you go.  Uh… okay.  Sure, of course.  All right.  Do you want me to keep talking?  Oh.  Okay.  Right.” — Judy Hale

“Hey.  Oh, my God.  Yes.  Immediately.  Smoking is the greatest thing that slowly kills you.  Ooh!  Facts of Life is on.  Three-ninety-one.  Loved it.  I don’t know.  Has anyone ever told you you’re kind of a Blair?  Why?  How are you a Jo?  I’m sitting in your outdoor living room, watching TV next to your hot tub.  Feeling a little Blair-y.  Okay!  I’m a Tootie.  It’s layered.  How are you a Jo?  You’re from Brooklyn?  How did I not know that?  You don’t sound like you’re from Brooklyn.  What’d you sound like?  Like what?  That is fantastic.  You are a Jo. Such a Jo.  Personally, I think that your anger is understandable.  I mean… there are healthier ways of channeling it.  Like meditation.” — Judy Hale

“Do you do this a lot?  But you feel like maybe you might find the person this way?  But you feel like maybe you might find the person this way?  But it makes you feel better?  I have an idea.  It’s legal.  Relax.  It’s not drug.  It’s a plant.  And it will help you sleep.  Mm-hmm.  Um… you totally smoke pot.  Well, I’m happy to reacquaint you.  Yeah.  Please.  Thank you.  For the same.  It is.  It’s really hard.  I miss him.  I know you know.  You probably shouldn’t have anymore.  Yeah.  You’re so fucking high!  Oh, my God.  Oh, my God.” — Judy Hale

“Good evening.  Shall I come over?  What?  You don’t even know where I live.  Hey, Jen.  Um, I can explain.  Please call me back.  I’m so sorry.  Please.  Please, please let me explain.” — Judy Hale

“Jen, please.  Please.  I can explain.  No.  I… it’s very complicated.  No.  Of course not.  I don’t know what to say.  Jen, I’m so sorry.  You have no idea.  I… I’m sorry to all of you.  I really am.  I… I don’t know why.  I wasn’t trying to pull anything or to hurt anyone.  I never meant to hurt anyone.  I swear to God.  I just… it’s true.  Steve… is alive.  Yeah.  He didn’t die two months ago.  But I did lose him, because he broke up with me.  I know.  I know.  It’s just, he broke up with me because I… he broke up with me because we really wanted to have kids.  And we tried, and we tried for years, and… I couldn’t.  I just kept having miscarriages.  Thank you.  That was my fifth one.  I really thought that I was gonna have a baby and a family.  And then to find out that there’s just something that’s broken inside of me… I think just going through all that, it messed me up a little bit.  I swear, I’m not a bad person.  I’m really not.  I… it doesn’t matter.  I should have never come here.  Jen, I’m s sorry that I hurt you.  It’s the last thing that I wanted to do.  I really cherish our friendship.  No, I really do.  Shit!  I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.” — Judy Hale

“Hi.  I know.  I just though… but I didn’t, so… I should have, but I didn’t.  I don’t know why.  You have no idea.  Well, you’re allowed.  Maybe.  But they were just miscarriages.  It wasn’t like I have actually– yeah.  Come on.  I have tissues and whiskey in my room.  Yeah.  Yeah.  Yeah.  They’re letting me stay here till I find a place.  Rooms open up all the time.  Yeah.  But you get used to it.  I didn’t think you were ever gonna talk to me again.  You were so angry.  I did not.  It was a little scary.  Welcome to what?  Wow, that’s very generous.  But you don’t have to take pity on me just because I’m a 41-year-old barren woman sleeping in an assisted living facility.  Thank you.  Now can I give you a hug?  You’re a good hugger.” — Judy Hale

“You wouldn’t even know it’s not meat, right?  I mean, we haven’t talked about it.  I don’t know. It is like… I don’t know.  Is it like… I don’t wanna be awkward about it.  Whatever you need.  As long as you want it.  Sounds good.  No, I’m not.  But I hope that Stephanie got the help that she needs.  Um… Charlie, I totally get it that it’s weird that I’m here.  I could be anybody.  Oh, he’s great.  No, I’m not a saint.  You are an angel.  I’m he devil.  Me, too.  Oh, stop it.  Come on.  You are so nice.  I can’t thank you enough.  You’re such a good friend.  What?  Oh.  Okay.  No, of course.  What? Oh, God.  Yeah, yeah.  It’s a nick.  The glass chopped.  Sorry.  Hmm… it’s a little weird.  No.  Right, not that weird.  Yeah.  No, I’m… I’m a bleeder.  I just… I don’t know.  I guess maybe I thought that, like, I don’t know, if Steve and I would work it out or something.  No.  I shouldn’t.  You know what?  Yeah.  But I just… that was our house.  We were gonna have a family there.  And he doesn’t even run it past me.  Oh, stop.  Oh!  Thank you.”

“Oh, Jesus… oh, my God.  Hi, Gina.  Is Steve around?  Hi.” — Judy Hale

“What?  Oh, yeah.  It was practically my nickname.  Yeah.  You’re right.” — Judy Hale

“Yours are better.  What do you mean?  You had cancer?  Oh, my God.  I didn’t realize.  How old were you when your mom died?  I’m so sorry.  All of it.  Have you figured out what you’re gonna say to her?” — Judy Hale

“Oh, my God.  I’m so sorry.  No.  I don’t know.  I think sometimes in relationships, people see whatever they wanna see.  It’s not the same.” — Judy Hale

“But you did it.  You made a beautiful life.  Your dreams, what were they?  No!  Come on!  That is not stupid.  That’s amazing.  I bet you were.  You guys weren’t sleeping together and you didn’t think that maybe something was going on?” — Judy Hale

“Oh, God.  What is wrong with me?  Why do I pick guys who treat me like shit?  I have to tell you something.  He killed you.  Ted.  He told Bambi that you were dead.  Breast cancer.  He said that he was a widower and that he was raising the kids all alone.  Uh… I didn’t know if I should tell you or not.  I’m sorry.  Yeah.  I know.  Yeah.  Yeah.  Right.  He’s the asshole.” — Judy Hale

“Oh.  Is mommy calling herself mommy?  Oh.” — Judy Hale

Steve Wood

“Can I help you?  Yeah.  Yeah.  I’m sorry.  It’s 11:30 at night.  What’s… what’s happening?  Do I know you?  Judy doesn’t live here anymore.  No.  We broke up two months ago.  Wait.  How do you know Judy?  Okay.  If you see her, can you tell her to stop coming around here while I’m at work?  I’m gonna change the locks.  It’s all right.  I just gotta go.  I’m running a bath.” — Steve Wood

Abe Rifkin

“Oh, Judy.” — Abe Rifkin

Charlie Harding

“Why are there raisins in this?  I’m sick of other people’s food.  I miss dad’s cooking.  It’s just so not fair.  Like, why did our dad have to die?  Why didn’t… Tyler’s dad die?  Rick.  That guy’s a twatwaffle.  As far as we know.” — Charlie Harding

“Wrong.  Nope.  I can’t eat this.  Is she a guest or does she live here now?  Is she a guest or does she live here now?  You don’t even know her.  You met her in some group a few weeks ago.  And now she’s living in dad’s studio.  Do you know how fucked up that is?  Stephanie.  Look, you could be anybody.  She could be a crazy person.” — Charlie Harding

Henry Harding

“I like it.  I like Rick.  You have to wait till I’m asleep.  All the way asleep.  Mommy?  I don’t wanna go to school tomorrow.  I wanna go to work with you.  But I wanna be with you.  No, it’s not that.  I’m not worried something’s gonna happen to you.  I just don’t want you to be alone.” — Henry Harding

“This isn’t meat?  Yeah.  How long is Judy staying with us?  Yeah.  How long is Judy staying with us?  Except for that one babysitter that stole money from your evening bag.  Yeah, Stephanie.  So could I.” — Henry Harding

Support Group Mediator (Pastor Wayne)

“Well, looks like we have some new people here today.  Hi, Judy.  All right.  Well, welcome to Friends of Heaven.  I’m Pastor Wayne.  As some of you know, I like to start out our grief circle by talking about a loss I lived through that got me into this work.  My aunt fell down a flight of stairs and cracked her head open and bled out as her five-year-old son watched, and I was the one that asked her to get me a soda from the basement.  So, I live with that.  And that’s a little something about me.  I appreciate that.  Is there a loss you’ve had that you’d like to share with us today?  Thank you for sharing that. So, last week, we started talking about… the F-word.  Forgiveness.  Forgiveness can be very difficult, and it can take time, even a lifetime.  But no matter what the circumstances, everyone is deserving of forgiveness.  Jesus thought that.  At your own pace.  It’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling, sad, angry, defensive– can you tell us more about that?” — Pastor Wayne

“What is going on?  Jen, please settle down.  Jen, Judy’s in pain, and I know that you are, too, but that doesn’t make it okay for you to attack someone like that.  Jen, everyone’s grief manifests in different ways.  Judy lied.  You flew into this terrifying rage.  We are all doing our best, but you’ve got to start reconciling that anger inside of you.  Don’t let it cause you more grief than you already have.” — Pastor Wayne

Gina

“Judy.  Haven’t seen you in a while.  Steve’s actually not in.” — Gina

Linda

“Yeah.  Find a different group, Judy.” — Linda

Yolanda

“Heart attack?  Amen.” — Yolanda

“Oh, now, see this is getting real.  Judy, you go ahead, honey.  Well, either way, Judy has every right to sit in this circle.” — Yolanda

Kyle

“Hey, Judy.” — Kyle

“Guess Kate and Allie are having trouble.  Let her talk.  What’s wrong with you?  Don’t y’all hang out all the time?  How did you not know any of that?  Yeah.  I mean, in a way, her life is sadder than all of ours.” — Kyle

Wendy

“That is a sad story.” — Wendy

Karen

“So, you just heat it up at 300 and leave it in for 35 minutes.  It’s my take on Mexican lasagna.  It’s nothing.  We just don’t want you to think you’re alone.  Jeff and I are here for you, if you ever wanna talk.  Just can’t imagine what you’re going through.  Right.  Well, you get that dish back to me whenever you can–” — Karen

Nurse

“I’m so sorry.” — Nurse

“I’m so sorry.  Let’s get you to your room.” — Nurse

Lorna Harding