Euphoria (2019) s02e03 Episode Script

1
When Cal was a Senior
in high school
Morning, dingleberry.
Yeah
No, I'm gonna kick your ass.
Yeah, well put
your bra and panties on.
Okay I'll be there in 10.
He spent every day
with his best friend Derek.
Let's go! Work it! Work it!
Come on! Let's go! Work hard!
You pansy motherfucker! Let's go, Cal!
Don't be a pussy! Let's go! Work hard!
Work hard!
Good work, boy.
You wanna get a milkshake?
The best part about
his relationship with Derek
was that they could talk for hours
about sports, girls, life, whatever.
It didn't matter.
Or they could just sit in silence.
They were that close.
That comfortable.
- You can go.
- What?
Oh.
He met Marsha junior year.
- What?
- Nothin'.
Marsha. Marsha, stop.
Marsha I'm gonna bite
your foot, I swear to God.
Do it.
- I am driving.
- So?
It is dangerous.
Marsha was way more forward
than any girl he had met before.
And even though he
wasn't always comfortable,
he was grateful
she pushed his boundaries.
Ooh, God. Ooh.
He couldn't wait to tell Derek.
And then she unbuttoned my pants,
and, like, just went for it.
- Dude, was it good?
- I mean, yeah.
And, like
could she, like, I mean, uh,
did she, like, uh, deep throat?
- Yeah.
- Oh, nice, dude.
- Where'd you pop?
- Where do ya think?
- And she swallowed?
- Yeah.
- Wow, dude. Ah.
- Yeah.
- So, I mean, she's a keeper?
- Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I guess so.
Together with me and my baby
Break the chains of love
Derek, hit the road.
- Uh yeah, I'll see you at practice.
- Yep.
Have a good night, Mr. Jacobs.
- Get up.
- I will.
Right now.
I don't feel well.
You were fine when I walked in.
Dinner's on the table.
Oh, fuck.
So, um
I met a girl.
And so did Derek.
- Hey! Come on in!
- Hey!
I got an idea.
What are you doin', bro?
Oh my God, Derek!
Let's go for a swim.
- Yeah, let's do it!
- Should we do it?
- Oh, my God.
- Come on, come on!
Come on!
- All right, let's go!
- Woo!
- Have fun, guys.
- Have fun, big boy.
Marsha what're you doin'?
Hold Hold on.
Oh I'm so sorry.
And just like that
it became a regular thing.
Back then, Marsha would
tell him what felt good,
and, eventually, he got better at it.
Oh, my God.
- You're smiling.
- That was amazing.
- You like it that much?
- I do.
I'm fine with that.
- Mind if I do it again?
- Please do.
And he did like it that much.
In fact, it was all
he could think about.
- Really?
- I love it.
Yeah, I don't know,
uh, I like women, but
you couldn't pay me to eat pussy.
I win, pussy. I win.
Cal was going to Duke,
and Derek was going to
a state school out west.
When summer ends, your life begins.
Cheers.
Derek insisted they go celebrate
just the two of them.
All right, I know a place
that will serve us.
Just, uh, go up 27.
Woo!
Fuckin' shit.
Oh, how you doin', man?
- Hey, how are you guys?
- Could we get, uh,
- two tequila shots, please?
- Let's do it.
Thank you.
I can dream about you
- Straight down for you guys.
- Thank you.
I knew they'd serve us here.
Can we get, uh, two more?
- Absolutely.
- Actually can we get four?
Thank you, man.
Go, go, go, boys.
- Rapid fire.
- All right.
- Ah, fuck.
- Oh, boy, yep. Up, down, up.
Don't ask me
What you know is true
Don't have to tell you
I love your precious heart
I
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart
We could live
For a thousand years
But if I hurt you
I'd make wine from your tears
I told you
That we could fly
'Cause we all have wings
But some of us don't know why
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart
You, don't ask me
You were standing,
you know it's true
I was there, worlds collided
Two worlds collided,
we're shining through
And they could never tear us apart
Hey.
Hey, babe.
What's wrong?
What?
Are you sure?
Mm-hm.
Are you sure the test is accurate?
Take another one.
Three.
You took three?
Yeah.
Yeah of course I am.
Okay.
I'll see you in a minute.
I l-love you, too.
Call me irresponsible
Call me unreliable
Throw in undependable, too
Do my foolish alibis
Bother you
Well I'm not too clever
I just adore you
Call me unpredictable
Tell me I'm impractical
Rainbows, I'm inclined to pursue
Call me irresponsible
Yes, I'm unreliable
But it's undeniably true
That I'm irresponsibly mad for you
Go on and call me unpredictable
Tell me that I'm impractical
Rainbows, I'm inclined to pursue
You go ahead and
call me irresponsible
I admit I'm unreliable
But it is undeniably true
Ooh, I'm irresponsibly mad
Rue?
Are you high?
Oh, fuck me.
Was she there the whole
time, or did she just walk in?
I mean
Now, as a beloved character
that a lot of people are rooting for,
I feel a certain responsibility
to make good decisions.
But I relapsed.
In all fairness, I did
say in the beginning
I had no intentions of staying clean,
but I get it. Our country's dark
and fucked up.
And people, they just wanna find hope
- Somewhere.
- Anywhere.
And if not in reality
then in television.
Unfortunately I'm not it.
Ugh. Elly?
Oh, shit. Sorry, that
was from last year.
Sorry.
"How to Get Away With
Being a Drug Addict."
Step one: find a cover drug.
'Cause no matter how
hard you try to hide it,
if you're doing drugs,
you're gonna get caught.
It's inevitable, and
when that does happen,
you don't wanna be on the defensive.
Trust me, no one believes an
addict when they're caught.
So, first things first,
you want to lay the groundwork.
- Heyo.
- This movie's nuts.
Which one is this?
- "Killer Baby"? I don't even know.
- Ohh!
"Killer Mutant Baby."
Oh, shit.
I think I'm gonna start smoking weed.
Why would you start smoking weed?
'Cause I have panic
attacks every fucking day.
You are so fucking selfish.
Gia.
Gia!
Gia, it fuckin' helps with my
fuckin' anxiety, and my panic attacks,
- and shit, Gia.
- I don't wanna talk to you, Rue.
Can you just fuckin'
listen for a second?
I don't wanna talk to you!
- Gia! Gia, what the fuck?!
- Stop!
The fuck is wrong What the
- Are you fucking crazy?!
- Don't push me!
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Get your hands off of me!
It's a fucking idea!
I wasn't gonna fucking do it!
- You're a liar!
- I'm a fuckin' liar?!
- I'm tryin' to tell you something!
- And you don't give a shit
about you, you don't
give a shit about me.
You don't give a shit about your mama.
I'm not actually doin' fuckin' weed!
It was an idea, okay?!
And I should've never fuckin' told you
'cause you're just like fucking Mom.
- Don't put
- Both of you are fucking crazy!
Now, what you wanna do is
make them second guess their intuition,
make them feel like any valid concern
is just their anxiety
getting the best of them.
Step two: gaslight.
Rue, when you do drugs
it's not like when
other people do drugs.
It's better than committing suicide.
When I'm sober, that's
what I think about.
That's where I'm at, Gia.
Okay?
That's where I'm at.
Now, if you wanna tell
Mom, you can tell her
but I don't know what
else I can fuckin' do.
Rue
I love you
so, please, just promise me,
it's just gonna be
weed and nothing more.
I promise.
So, the next time you put
Pop-Tarts in the fridge,
or milk in the cupboard
you have a motherfuckin' out.
Rue?
Are you high?
I mean.
I just smoked a little bit of weed.
- Wait, what?
- Ow!
Please, you keep going.
I'm just gonna sit here for a second.
So, I smoked a little bit of weed,
and forgot to mention
someone that I met.
By the way, I think you
would really get along with
once you're not mad
at me for whatever
you're fuckin' mad at me about.
I'm not gonna get along with him.
- Why?
- 'Cause he wants to fuck you.
- You really think so?
- Yes, I know so.
No. I promise you,
there is no way that
he wants to fuck me.
No way.
Do you wanna fuck Rue?
- Not no.
- So, you're straight?
- Kinda.
- Are you gay?
- Kinda.
- So, you're bi.
- Well, I don't think of it that way.
- What do you mean?
You've never, like, thought
about your sexuality before?
Not in a particularly rigid way, no.
Have you guys fucked? Is that a thing?
Elliot, I'm asking the fucking question.
- Why did she avoid that question?
- Yeah, why did you
dodge the question?
How many girls have you fucked?
Like, technically, three.
- Technically?
- I mean, technically, the first girl,
it was, like, two seconds.
It was embarrassing.
She probably wouldn't count
it. She would not count it.
Okay, uh, how many guys have you fucked?
- 43.
- Are you serious?
- Damn.
- I'm kidding.
How many guys have you fucked?
She doesn't wanna answer that question
'cause she's kind of a whore.
A whore?!
Slut. She's a slut.
I was gonna say slut,
but then whore just kinda came out.
Wait, how many guys have you fucked?
You know, that is an
excellent question, Jules.
How many guys have you been with?
No. No, it's not an excellent question.
In fact, it's an irrelevant
question 'cause
I'm no longer interested in men, so.
Well, how many men do you have to fuck
to no longer be interested in them?
- Hmm.
- Uh, I'll tell you
if you promise to never tell Rue.
Are you for real right now?
- Deal.
- What the fuck?
Okay.
Wow! Really?
That's fucked up. That's like a mentally
ill amount of people to fuck.
- What did she say?
- No, that's, like
- that's, like, bad.
- Wait, do you really think so?
No I'm kidding.
Who gives a shit?
Everyone's a fuckin' nun.
- Nun?
- You're a nun.
- How am I a nun?
- You're a trans girl
wearing a binder asking me
whether I'm straight or gay?
Well, I'm navigating a largely
straight, binary world
You sound like you're
navigating a Twitter thread.
I don't know what
that's supposed to mean.
But you know what I mean,
like most people are straight.
And most trans girls
don't wear binders, right?
Yeah, and, uh, most guys
don't hang out with two girls
unless they wanna fuck them.
I didn't say that I didn't
wanna fuck you or Rue.
So, you wanna fuck Jules?
You guys are disgusting.
I'm not out here swingin' my muff
around waitin' to see who fucks it.
- Okay?
- I don't like you.
- Why?
- 'Cause you're being sarcastic,
- and I don't like sarcastic people.
- Wait, aren't I sarcastic?
- No, no, you're the opposite.
- All right,
I'm being sarcastic
because I'm uncomfortable,
and the questions are, like,
fuckin' hypocritical, you know,
and I genuinely do like Rue.
And, you know, even though
you've been gangbanged
by the entire galaxy, you're
still fuckin' You're great.
Okay? And I want to be friends.
You think he's being sarcastic?
Unfortunately, no.
- Come on!
- You're too fast!
You're just fucking slow.
I don't know.
- I don't play sports for a reason!
- Come on!
Fuck.
No, no
Jules!
Fuck.
Oh, you motherfucker.
- You know
- You need to take care of that asthma.
You know I'm not
good at that kind of stuff.
- Oh man. Let me catch my breath.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
My breath.
- Does that feel good?
- Yeah.
Okay.
The beautiful thing
about getting high
is time ceases to exist.
I mean, you can just
stay in the good moments
without the fear that
they'll come to an end.
When's the last time you
guys played truth or dare?
Vice Principal Garcia, hi.
My name is Lexi Howard.
I know who you are, Lexi.
Right, sorry, that was weird, um.
Anyway, I'm writing this play,
and I was wondering
if I could put it on
After all that stuff with Cal
at Fezco's convenience store,
Lexi realized there was a reason
she never tried to intervene before.
She was an observer.
That's who she was.
She often imagined that her parents
weren't really her parents
and that her sister wasn't her sister,
and that her house wasn't
even really her house.
That it was just a movie
I, I told you.
I didn't promise you that.
One that she was writing.
Let me just show you
a photo of the prosthetic.
I don't really have
time for that right now.
Can you get me some Nicorette?
Rue Bennett is 47 minutes late.
- We can't get ahold of her.
- I'm gonna fucking kill her.
Lexi, I need to talk
to you about this scene.
Suze isn't wearing her wedding ring.
- Okay, that's a props question.
- Okay.
I didn't bring it up.
Okay, it's like every, every
single day. It's like you're OCD!
And cut it!
My name is Lexi Howard.
I am the writer, director,
and creator of "This Is Life."
While the story's about
a 16-year-old g Bleh.
The story is about a 16-year-old girl,
Grace, who lives in the shadow
of her older sister, Hallie.
Sluttier.
And tackier.
Sloppier.
But the story isn't about Hallie.
You know, that's been done before.
It's about Grace.
Here, come with me.
Look, the sidekicks are usually
the more sensitive, smarter,
more compelling characters,
but for some reason,
they just get overlooked.
- Action!
- And I was like,
TV show, the sidekick is the lead.
Cut! Are you fuckin' high?
Yeah, it's about love and friendship.
And about when
you know, you're younger,
everything just feels
so permanent.
But as you get older,
everyone drifts away.
So, she just started writing,
and writing, and writing.
Why are you awake at 4 AM?
Why are you awake at 4 AM?
Cassie decided to wake up at 4 AM
that morning to get ready for school.
She needed to clear her head.
And for those three hours
she spent getting ready
she only thought about one thing.
There was also something
refreshing about the amount
of time she was putting into herself.
Out of sight, out of mind.
She loved the ritual,
the attention to detail
the anxiety and excitement
she felt in her stomach.
And even if Nate pretended
not to notice her
It was her way of telling
him that she was his.
Hey.
Hey.
- Wait, why are why
- Uh, my class is this way.
Anyway, back to where we started.
I'm writing this play,
and I was wondering
if I could put it on.
Sure.
True or dare?
Dare.
Yo, Jules. I dare you to take a piss
in the middle of the street.
All right.
Sure, yes!
Gender-fuck me, please!
- Wow.
- Jules!
- Wow.
- Okay, all right.
- Oh, shit!
- Ohh.
Oh. Okay, Jules.
Hey! Come on Car.
- Oh my God.
- No, no, no, no, no!
Not on the car. Not on the car.
Not on the car.
Hey, look, I, uh, I noticed the way
that you've been lookin' at me
you know, past couple days, and I
I wanted you to know,
I too, I'm into scat play,
and if you wanted to,
like, poop on each other
What the fuck?!
Oh shit, oh shit, oh!
Oh, my God.
I'll fuckin' kill you, goddammit!
Fuck!
I really wanna go down on you.
We can't do it here.
Please?
If I were a genius,
I'd figure out a way
to do drugs for free.
What if I am a genius?
- I'm a fuckin' genius, Fez.
- Is that so?
It is fuckin' so because
I came up with an amazing fuckin' plan.
And what would that be, Rue?
All right, so
all you would have to do is front me,
like, $5,000 worth of drugs, okay?
- And
- Hell the fuck no.
Okay, well, before you say no,
you kind of have to
let me finish, right?
Hell the fuck no.
Okay, why do you keep saying that?
I did not like the way
that the plan started.
Okay, well, you have to let
me finish the fucking plan.
- No.
- Yes.
- You
- Hell the fuck no, Rue.
Fuck it. I give up. Whatever.
I'll just take my fuckin'
business elsewhere.
It's your fuckin' loss, man.
Hell the fuck no.
That's a good-ass plan.
Thank you. Fuckin' Fez
didn't even wanna hear it.
- Why not?
- Ego shit, man.
Yo, Lex, what're you doin'?
Oh, just putting up fliers
for this play I'm doing.
What play?
The only thing is
Lexi hadn't told
anyone about the play
including Cassie.
I'd actually love for you to read it.
Yeah, for sure. Just, uh, send it to me.
- Hey, Rue-Rue.
- Hi, Cass.
Wait, are you in the play?
- What play?
- Lexi's play.
What do you mean, Lexi's play?
Uh, the play that Lexi wrote.
"Oklahoma."
- What?
- The play's called "Oklahoma"?
No, the drama club's doing "Oklahoma."
Oh my god. Do I look
like I'm in "Oklahoma"?
Why would your play be set in Oklahoma?
You thought I was
auditioning for "Oklahoma"?
- I haven't read it, so.
- Are you making fun of me,
or did you actually think
I was auditioning for "Oklahoma"?
Why the fuck would you
audition for "Oklahoma"?
I'm not!
Then why the fuck do you look like
you're auditioning for "Oklahoma"?
- Do I?
- Yes.
Has everyone read "Oklahoma" but me?
"Oklahoma" 's not like a play you read.
- Rue, are you on drugs?
- Yes.
- You relapsed?
- Wait, what?!
Oh, I've just
Nah, I've just been smokin'
a little bit of weed.
Wait, I don't understand. If you're
not auditioning for "Oklahoma,"
- then why do you look like that?
- Like what?!
- Like a country music star.
- In a good way or a bad way?
- Bitch, you better be joking.
- Are you okay, Cass?
No! Yes! Fuck it!
I am in love with Nate Jacobs
and he is in love with me!
And don't you fucking
give me that look, Maddy,
because I didn't fuck your boyfriend!
You two were broken up for
three weeks and three days
before we even had sex,
so I didn't betray you!
Plus, you guys are terrible for
each other and you know I'm right
and you guys can all judge me
if you want, but I do not care!
I have never, ever been happier!
But she didn't say that.
In fact, it was much weirder.
She just stared straight
ahead like she's doing now
and didn't say a word.
I think being single's
really stressing you out.
No, I don't think so.
I hate it.
- Really?
- Yeah.
I think Nate really fucked me up.
I said, "Messed me up."
- No, you didn't.
- What do you mean?
I keep trying to figure
out if I feel worse now
than I did when I was with Nate.
I mean, you were really unhappy.
Like, I remember
how the good parts felt.
But when it was bad,
was it really that bad?
Or am I just telling myself that
because I'm lonely and bored?
No, you you deserve someone
who's passionate and loving.
Who yearns for you, and,
and can't wait to see you,
who who you're not gonna fight with,
and just who's gonna love you.
Like really, truly love you.
Yeah
I don't know.
Do me a favor
when you get older, don't be
an asshole to girls you like.
Okay.
Maddy didn't realize that
Cassie was talking about herself
And her relationship with Nate.
Who she had been
fucking every Friday night
for the last three weeks.
I love that I'm your secret
and I can't tell a soul.
I love how fuckin' sick you are.
What I wouldn't give to
be back in high school.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Meanwhile, Kat was having
dinner with Ethan's parents.
So, who's my son with?
Oh, she's got the cutest
smile, doesn't she?
- Yeah.
- Adorable.
- Mom, stop.
- So, Katherine
Tell me about yourself.
Uh
Kat got nervous
because she could feel that
there were right answers
and wrong answers.
Who am I? Oof.
Wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow. Um
I mean, that's, like,
a really big question.
Well, I guess, who am I is
a very different question
than tell me about yourself, right?
Uh
I mean, I'm, like, kinda trying
to just figure it out myself.
You know, like
I mean, I guess I just, I
literally, have no idea who I am.
Wow Wasn't that illuminating.
Kat wanted to crawl
into a hole and fucking die.
And so did Cal, who
hadn't been able to sleep
since Nate told him about that disc.
You want a water?
And every time
he'd close his eyes, he'd imagine
Aaron, tell your dad dinner's ready!
Dad, dinner's ready!
But Cal wasn't raised that way.
He wouldn't go down without a fight.
Hi I'm Rue. Um, good to see you, uh.
I would love to present you
with a, a business opportunity.
Okay.
- You want some?
- Oh, I'm okay. Thank you.
Uh ever since I, I,
I met you at New Year's,
I was, I was thinking, um, that
maybe, you
Um
um
uh I'm in high school, right?
Uh, and I have a GPA of 3.95,
and let's say, you know, all
my friends Jamie, Amy, and Lanie
also have a GPA over 3.7.
- Hmm.
- And, and, Laurie,
these are, these are girls
that you would never expect in
a million years to be selling.
Hmm.
Look, I'm a dreamer, you know,
and, and Steve Jobs is my hero.
And I was just thinking, you know,
what if there was
a foolproof system to sell
you know, without anyone snitching.
- Hmm.
- So, let's say
hypothetically, of course, uh,
we were able to pay
Jamie, Amy, and Lanie
$500 a month to be runners.
Now as collateral, we would upload
their phones to a cloud that I own.
- Why would you want that?
- Ah, that's a good question, Laurie.
May I?
Uh, well, you see
even though Jamie, Amy,
and Lanie have stellar GPAs,
there's also things on their phones
that they don't want
the world to know about
because it would probably jeopardize
their ability to get into
Yale, Columbia, Harvard,
my top choices, uh.
Plus, uh, if they ever got busted,
we're lookin' at 6
to 12 months in juvie.
Intent to sell is a way bigger sentence.
Not if you're under 18.
- Hmm.
- Which is nothing to having
your entire life released
and ruined on the internet,
so their incentive to snitch
is basically reduced to zero.
This is an amazing plan.
You're a genius.
- Thank you.
- It's true.
I'll front you a 50k suitcase.
Don't do it.
You're too much of a fuck-up.
- Maybe we should start smaller.
- 10k?
Deal.
That was very mature, Rue.
If you pay each girl a thousand,
you can flip it for 20,
and that's 7k profit.
Three to me. Four to you.
Uh, thank you, Laurie.
You won't regret this.
You pay-up and re-up in a month.
Uh, terrific.
Rue, if you screw me,
I'll have you kidnapped and
sold to some real sick people.
I always find a way
to make my money back.
I'm serious.
Okay.
What the fuck you doin'?
Lexi knew she couldn't
mount a play all on her own,
so she enlisted the help of Bobbi
as her stage manager
and partner in crime.
They didn't know each other well,
except that they shared
a mutual disdain for "Oklahoma."
- Bobbi, you okay?
- Fuck "Oklahoma."
Are they all here to audition?
Are you all here to audition?
Yes.
They're all here to audition.
Right, yeah, that's,
that's what I thought.
Put yourselves into a single-file line.
We'll be with you momentarily.
So first, you come to my fuckin' job
askin' all these weird-ass
questions like the feds.
Then I find you out
in front of my house.
What the fuck are you doin', man?
You're free to call the cops.
Why the fuck would I do that?
Well, it's either call the cops,
let me go or kill me.
What the fuck, man?
What's with your family?
Are you all just a bunch
of fuckin' assholes?
- You beat up my son.
- Yeah, well, he deserved it, man.
He's a fuckin' bitch.
Oh, okay, tough guy.
Ow, fuck!
Why did you do that?
'Cause you're in
no position to talk shit.
I'm warning you. You hit me one more
- Oh, fuck!
- Why don't you call the cops?
The Chief of Police, Will Greenwood
Mm-hm.
All right, Ash. Chill out, man.
Fuck!
This guy don't want
the fuckin' cops involved.
Watch.
- Call the cops.
- I will.
Dial, bitch.
If you got nothin' to
hide, call the fuckin' cops.
- Stop, stop, stop.
- I'm not fucking stopping.
I'm not stopping. Call the cops.
- I told you.
- All right, man. I get it.
I know you and
your drug addict friend,
that girl.
You're trying to extort my son.
- What?
- Because of what I did to her friend.
What the fuck are
you talkin' about, man?
- You know, the blonde.
- Who? Jewel?
Look, man, I didn't know she was 17.
You tellin' me you had sex with Jewel?
Who's Jewel?
- What the fuck, man?
- Do I know Jewel?
The fuck are we even
talkin' about right now, bro?
Jewel.
Jewel. Jewel
I just want the disc.
- What disc?!
- Of Jewel and I.
Yo, you recorded that shit?!
I didn't know.
You didn't know that you were recording?
- I fucked up.
- Obviously, man.
Yo, who the fuck even told you
I gave a shit about this anyway?
My son.
Your son? The one that's
in love with Jewel?
Aw, that's cute.
That's not cute, man.
What the fuck?
- What?
- What kind of weird-ass
father-son shit is goin'
on around here, bro?
- I'm extremely confused.
- You're confused.
I'm fuckin' confused, bro.
- Me too.
- I don't even know
what the fuck you're doin' here.
Do you mind if I just leave?
I'm not gonna say a word
about anything, I swear to God.
Let's just pretend like
none of this ever happened.
Yo, Ash, let me talk to you real quick.
Hi what's your name?
Cal.
Do you and your son, like
Do you, like, fuck people together?
Yo, check it out, man.
I'mma let you walk up
outta here on one condition.
Anything.
You'll keep your bitch-ass
son out of my fuckin' life,
and Rue's and Jewel's,
till the end of fucking
time. You understand?
I promise.
Now, I don't know shit about
no fuckin' disc, man.
That's not my problem.
Now get this motherfucker up
outta here, Ash.
Why can't I shake the
feeling that there's, like,
something you're not telling me.
I don't know.
Like, why don't I trust you?
Is it the face tats?
No No, it's not the face tats.
Okay, what is it?
These are the kind of things
that can cause you to relapse.
This is not easy, but I'm very proud
of each and every one of you
for trying to take this on.
Work this program.
It will work if you work it.
Do you have a crush on Rue?
I do.
I was a little bit ashamed of myself
that I didn't wanna
be around other people
with this awful, awful habit.
Because it's no future in addiction.
I don't care what they tell you.
Addiction will take you out.
I feel like Rue doesn't want to fuck me.
Why don't you think so?
She seems like
gay or asexual, you know?
Like she's not really
interested in sex.
That's not true.
Really?
No, that's not true at all.
You think Rue's, like, a sexual person?
I mean, at times, yeah.
Yeah, you're full of shit.
It's true!
I feel like you've fucked
way too many people
to look me in the face,
and lie to me and say
she's some sexual force of nature.
Fine. No, she's not, like,
the most sexual person ever.
Then how does that work?
- What do you mean?
- 'Cause you're, like, a sexual person?
Not all the time, but sometimes.
Fine No, okay,
she's not a sexual person.
Or, like, maybe, she is a bit.
I just haven't seen that side yet.
I wouldn't blame yourself.
- I'm not.
- I'm just saying it's, like,
easy to take that kind
of stuff personally.
Are you, like, trying to
be an asshole right now?
- I'm being sweet right now.
- How is that sweet?
'Cause you're very fuckin' fuckable.
Why?
I mean, you're fascinating, right?
'Cause you're creative and you're smart,
and you're kind of fucked up.
But you're cute, and you're
awkward, and you're like
kind of clumsy but
you're very much a whore,
intentionally, which is great.
You know, you're like
extroverted and weird,
but also introverted and shy
and your art is amazing.
They should hang it up at fuckin' MoMA.
But on like a more superficial note,
you have great tits.
And you and Kurt Cobain
have the same haircut
which is hot.
Give me that.
But I'm sure Rue told you all that.
You guys are in love, right?
Shut up.
So, Rue, the $64,000 question is
what's in the suitcase?
- School books.
- Ah, is that why you're in that getup?
You became an honors student.
- I'm not in the mood for a lecture.
- Lecture?
I like to think
we have conversations.
Yeah, I'm sure you do.
Okay, what? Did a hornet
crawl up your ass or somethin'?
- What's wrong with you?
- Look, I'm Man,
I'm not tryin' to hear
a fuckin' lecture, okay,
about how my life would be
better if I stopped doing drugs,
or believed in God, or
Allah, or whatever the fuck.
Okay, well, you're the one
lookin' like a Jehovah's Witness.
I just don't think that there's,
uh, Bibles in that suitcase.
- Shut the fuck up, man.
- Wait, wait, wait. Excuse me?
Shut the fuck up?
Don't play that shit with me.
I've always accepted
you for who you are:
the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Don't tell me to shut the fuck up.
I'm not some parent
you can just treat like shit.
Yeah, well, good thing nobody's really
lookin' to you to be a fuckin' parent.
Yo! Excuse me?
Excuse me?
When I sit across from you and
tell you somethin' about my life,
you don't get to use
that shit against me.
You cross that line again, we're done.
You talk back right now, we're done.
One more fuckin' disrespectful
word outta your mouth,
and we're done. You hear me?
Hey! You hear me?!
Or what, Ali?
You gonna hit me?
And before he even took a drink,
he offered it to me first.
Where are you headed?
To meet a friend.
I know, Mom. I know.
Are those my clothes?
Yeah. I was auditioning for Lexi's play.
- What play?
- "Oklahoma."
Yeah Oh, she's doin' really good.
Yeah, I'm proud of her.
- Ready to go to bed?
- Mm-hm.
Okay. Good night, little man.
Sweet dreams.
- I got the part!
- What part?
In Lexi's play.
Cool.