Euphoria (2019) s03e02 Episode Script

Maddy arrived in the city with no money,
a suitcase full of clothes, and a plan.
Miss Penzler?
Hi, I'm Maddy Perez.
I read your Wall Street Journal profile
and I want to work for you.
Oh, I appreciate that,
but I'm not currently hiring.
I know I'm not what you're looking for.
I didn't go to USC.
I didn't even apply to college.
My parents were immigrants.
I know my generation's entitled,
but I don't believe anybody
owes me anything.
I'm not a victim,
I won't be an HR nightmare,
and I believe in capitalism.
Well, that's refreshing.
Miss Penzler's office, Maddy speaking.
Please hold.
It's Annie.
Hello, darling.
Yes, she's new.
Her name's Maddy.
But it's hard to be successful
when you're not allowed to work.
We're not victims of circumstance.
We need to make tough decisions.
A statewide order for people
to stay at home.
Fuck the police! Motherfuckers!
Mom, it's fine.
The riots haven't gotten here yet.
Yes, I have the bear spray.
All across America, young, free people
who didn't give a flying fuck
about a global pandemic
packed their bags and went west.
What if you get sick and die?
I won't. I'm not old.
Don't forget to share your location.
- Bye, Mommy.
- Katelyn!
In pursuit of freedom,
fame, and fortune.
Maddy's company was paying her
to stay home and do nothing.
So, she decided to do something.
Do you wanna see? So cute!
- Oh, wow!
- Have you always been this charismatic?
- I think so.
- It's really unique.
So, do you really manage Dylan Reid?
He's so down to earth.
I work! It's what I do!
It's the pandemic.
I mean, don't take it so personally.
Everybody has had it with this thing.
People are dying out there.
Nobody's working.
I'm not nobody!
- Baby, I know.
- I'm Dylan fucking Reid.
Look, I think what you're doing
on socials is the future.
What you need is a career architect,
and I'd love to manage you.
Ta-da!
And Maddy began to introduce
Katelyn around town.
- I like your new friend.
- Client.
- She got a big following?
- Not yet.
Maybe I can help.
Yo, watch out, I'm coming in,
I'm coming in, I'm coming in!
Alright, everyone say "Drill House"
on three, ready?
- One, two, three.
- Drill House!
So, I'm okay with, like, sexy shoots,
but not really any, like, nudity.
Yeah, it's important to have a moral code.
A lot of these girls don't.
Plus, we can imply nudity.
Sideboob, underboob.
Camel toe. A little ass cheek. Feet.
- Feet?
- Feet.
It's a huge fucking market. Dirty feet.
- Ew.
- Feet being cleaned.
- Okay.
- Someone kissing your feet.
- Like who?
- Whoever the fuck you want.
We'll build it up a toe at a time.
Mom, calm down.
Yeah, I put the money in the account.
Your rent check is gonna clear, I promise.
- No, I don't have time for a boyfriend.
- Maddy!
Wow.
She's very talented.
In her own way.
Is she single?
And a huge fan.
- Hey.
- Hi.
I'm Katelyn.
Maddy said the nicest things about you.
She's so sweet.
- What are you drinking?
- Old Fashioned.
What the fuck is this?
That's fake news. She's not in porn.
Call me old-fashioned,
but if you're sucking your toes
and spreading your beaver, that's porn.
- The norms are changing.
- Not that much.
Girls like Katelyn are going mainstream.
It's a booming industry.
Are you taking a commission?
- What are you making?
- Not enough.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
Look, my mom's salon closed down
during the pandemic,
so I've been helping her.
Boo-hoo! We represent actors,
not fucking porno people.
Well, there's a new middle ground
- No, no, listen to me.
Dylan is a star.
Maybe not a movie star,
but a television star.
His career could last 30 or 40 years
front page fucking news.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Okay, I understand.
- Don't let this happen again.
- Okay.
- Good.
She couldn't afford to lose
the stability Penzler provided.
So, she was forced to let Katelyn go.
I'm sorry, I just don't have
the time you deserve.
This video is for anyone
who doesn't believe you can
make a real living on here.
This is what I made last month. $700,000.
So, if you're thinking
do it!
And use my promo code.
Cut.
And if Maddy had followed her instincts,
she wouldn't be an assistant.
She'd actually be successful.
Pull!
Come on, B. Pull!
Whoo!
Oh, man.
She fires like a whore's asshole.
Love this shit.
Yeah.
motherfuckers were leaving the safety
of their log cabins to ride out west.
They didn't know what they'd encounter.
Outlaws, Indians, grizzlies.
was a roll of the die.
what am I facing?
And who are you?
Pull!
Shit.
Alamo had me knee-deep in pig shit.
And cleaning up any trace of Tish.
Tish wasn't the first person I knew to die
of a fentanyl overdose.
But it was the first death
I'd help cover up.
Laurie, Laurie, Laurie.
That shit you sold me
was laced with fentanyl.
Well, you hang out with whores,
so who knows what they were doing?
Laurie, when you do something wrong,
you got to make amends.
Simple concept of reparations.
How about you take your reparations
and shove 'em up your nigger ass?
Oh, we about to make this
a race thing now?
Is that how we're doing this?
You're the one talking about reparations.
There are reparations
for all kind of shit,
you dumb-fuck motherfucker!
War. Injustice. Economics.
It ain't just a motherfuckin' Black thing.
I'm trying to be fuckin' fair with you,
and now you're coming with some bullshit!
We're not giving you a dime
for a mistake we didn't make.
is that it was a mistake they made.
Wayne had forgotten to tell Faye
to clean the scale.
And the problem with fentanyl is,
it's so strong,
it only takes a few grains to kill you.
And unfortunately for Tish,
it had made its way into the ecstasy.
I ain't askin' for money.
Then, what do you want?
I'll take your girl. Rue.
Not happening.
She owes me money.
Well, consider her debt settled.
What do you give a shit about Rue?
She's half retarded.
Maybe God brought us together.
I'm really happy for you, Alamo.
God always puts you together
with very young women.
Rue belongs to us.
You killed one of my bitches.
I'm taking one of yours.
You're a real fucking pig!
The fuck you call me?
You call me a pig?
Oh, first it's a Black thing,
and now it's a fucking pig thing?
I couldn't shake the feeling that
I had made a deal with the devil.
But at least I was free.
Alamo gave me 300 bucks
and told me I was promoted.
I'm not saying believing in God
delivered me from Laurie.
But how else could I explain
my good fortune?
For the first time in a long time,
things were looking up.
And the job definitely had its perks.
Yo.
Alamo hired a female.
Eh, yeah. Basically a dude.
Yeah. Alright, "dude."
We got ket, molly, 2C,
GHB, coco, and crystal, all on tap.
No drinking, no drugging,
no fucking on the clock.
So excited, we're going to Mexico!
Hey.
Keep the customers in line,
keep the bitches happy,
and me and you, we gonna get along fine.
- Alright.
- Alright.
Dismissed.
- Oh, got it, yeah.
- You're dismissed, yeah.
Mr. Rolex wants to party.
Yes, please.
Did you shower today?
Clean as a whistle.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Oh, yeah.
Anyone heard from Tish?
No, she ain't picking up my calls.
She probably
got tired of this fucking place.
You gotta work harder, kiddo.
Yeah.
Alright, now you, you know you did it.
Don't say I never gave you nothin', huh?
Where you going?
Nowhere, really.
Got some party leftovers.
Do you wanna have some fun?
You like that? You like that?
Angel was a hellcat.
But I'd be lying if I said
I didn't miss Jules.
A few years ago,
I used to visit her in the city.
She was in art school,
and I didn't have much going on.
But it never quite felt
like it did in high school.
Too much had happened between us.
And I wasn't in a great place.
I had relapsed.
Bad.
Hey, Mom, it's Rue again.
I don't really have anywhere
to go right now.
I know you don't want me
around Gia or anything,
but I was just hoping
that you could answer the phone
so I could talk to you,
because I really need
to come home, Mom.
I really need to come home, Mom.
And I'm sorry for everything.
But I'm clean now.
Yeah, just call me back, okay?
I haven't really been sober since.
I'm calling your name
all fucking night, come on.
Let's fucking go, ladies.
Come on, chop-chop!
Let's get this fucking money.
It's a Friday night.
Stop fucking talking.
It's like herding fucking cats.
I'm not arguing with you, Magick.
You cannot wear it on the floor.
It's a certified boner killer.
But I can win 12 grand in this lawsuit.
I don't give a fuck.
You understand?
- Huh?
- Who are you talking to?
I don't speak Spanish.
A private detective.
If you don't take that fucking thing off
and get out there and make this money,
we gonna have a real problem.
- Let me wear it.
- Please,
take your broke-neck-ass out there
and get this money!
There ain't but one thing that's worse
than being called a nigga.
And that's a fuckin' pig.
You know what a pig is?
A motherfucker that eats his own shit.
Any kinda shit, all kinda shit.
I look like a shit-eating nigga to you?
I mean, maybe a dog-ass nigga,
but not a pig, though.
You ever been called a pig before?
I don't recall.
But look, niggas love bacon.
Nigga, shut the fuck up.
You good?
Hey, man, I mean,
this girl up here, goddamn!
She'd make a eunuch stand up.
What happened with Tish, huh?
Fell in love.
Yeah, at your house?
The fuck it matter where.
Bitch fell in love.
Ain't you got money to make?
Yeah!
What's up with her?
She been mad all day.
Of all the fucking insults
she could have took
from the English language,
that bitch Laurie
called me a motherfucking pig.
- Why a pig?
- That's the million-dollar question.
- I wouldn't dwell on it.
- Yeah, you wouldn't.
You ain't the one she called a pig.
- So what?
- 'Cause the bitch
ain't never called me a pig before.
So, I'm thinking, what brought that
to the tip of her tongue?
It ain't like it escalated to pig.
- It just went to pig.
- Yeah, what was her tone though?
- Tone?
- Yeah, I mean,
Nigga, it ain't about the tone,
it's the word.
Look, you and all this pig shit
making my penis soft.
- I'm gonna go see what these hoes doing.
- Fuck out of here.
Please, Tish, just call me back,
'cause I'm fucking
getting worried about you.
what you doing, bitch.
I've been calling you 20 times.
You don't answer.
Just call me back
and just tell me you're fine.
I love you.
Bitch is forgetting I'm the motherfucker
who put her cracker ass on the map.
Wasn't nothin' but a fuckin' junkie
from the burbs.
Yeah, I remember.
Yeah, she certainly don't.
Maybe it's time we reminded her.
Alright.
Shit.
Fuck.
- Watch it, that bitch will sue you.
- I see that.
Thanks.
Yeah.
How long you worked here?
Fifteen years.
Best job I ever had.
What'd you do before?
Nothin' good.
Same.
Welcome to paradise, kid.
The problem with Uber is there's
too much time to think about shit.
Just on the road all day,
just fucking thinking.
You know, like why didn't Gia
text me back?
Why haven't I talked
to my mom in two years?
Why am I not with Jules? Why?
- You wanna be with Jules?
- No, I'm just saying,
like, these are the thoughts
that I have when I'm driving.
But when I'm at the Silver Slipper,
it's a completely different
fucking thing, you know?
It's a whole different ballgame.
I'm like, problem solving left and right.
I don't even think about Jules, honestly.
- Yeah, that sounds healthy.
- Yeah.
But the sugar baby thing
is a little weird, right?
Every girl I meet's a sugar baby.
It's not that weird.
Yeah, but you don't do it.
I'm not a fucking hooker.
Right.
Maybe I should reach out to her.
And do what, lecture her?
Just, like, catch up, you know?
Even though you don't think about her?
Yeah.
- Where are you going?
- I have a meeting.
With who?
What?
Cassie?
- No fucking way.
- She DM'd me.
Oh, wow.
Round two, baby.
Ding-ding-ding!
- Man, I miss high school.
- I don't.
Cassie's DM was the first time
Maddy had heard from her
since high school.
It was a shame she was with Nate.
Cassie was exactly the kinda girl
you'd dream of signing.
Beautiful, but directionless.
And smile.
Real big.
So desperate for attention,
she's willing to humiliate herself.
There you go.
It's good. It's good.
Bubble.
Beautiful.
Those are the kind
of girls you can really mine.
Batter up.
Why was she reaching out now,
after all these years?
What did she want?
Do you ever feel like
your life could be bigger?
Me?
No.
Even though you're just a housekeeper?
My dream.
- Welcome to the Peninsula.
- Wow!
We got your reserve seats right here.
Oh, thank you!
Some menus for you,
and I'll be right back.
No, the director loves her.
I just think it should be
a meeting pending an offer.
One second.
Yeah. Okay, thanks. Bye.
Sorry I'm late.
It's been such a crazy day.
Hi.
- You look amazing.
- Can I start you ladies off
- with some drinks?
- Yeah, can we get two Aperol Spritz?
- I'll be right back.
- Thank you.
Here we are.
Here we are.
I should have asked for permission.
- Permission?
- Your blessing.
What Nate and I were feeling
for each other was obviously real.
Otherwise, we wouldn't be getting married.
But I feel like I found
at the expense
of the other love of my life.
It was at that moment Maddy realized
that this dumb bitch waited years
for that ring
just to clear her conscience.
I'm sorry.
So, Maddy decided to go in for the kill.
I forgive you.
Thank you.
It was the third Aperol Spritz
that brought the truth out.
I just feel like if more people knew me,
I would be huge.
Define "huge."
Like, when I throw a pool party,
I am the center of the attention.
You should see how upset
these wives get with their husbands.
Well, that's 'cause out there,
you're a big fish in a small pond.
But what if I was a big fish
in a big pond?
Mm, the market's just oversaturated
with a lot of girls like you.
But how are all these girls
making so much money
when I am way prettier than them?
Promotion. Knowing the right people.
Having good taste.
What do you mean, "taste"?
The ability to discern quality
and a high aesthetic standard.
Oh! Pssh, I have that.
Don't I have that?
You want my professional opinion?
Yes!
Fuck, finally!
I mean, this is why I'm here.
- That's why you're here?
- Mm.
- I'm here to apologize to you.
- Mm.
I did not even think we were gonna get
into this conversation.
Yeah, the doggie video?
It's fun and it's campy,
but it's not sexy, and it's not timeless.
But it's cute, though.
It just feels a little desperate.
It feels like you're trying way too hard
instead of just being.
- Being what?
- Yourself.
But who am I?
That's a really good question.
Well, no, 'cause I can be anything.
Huh.
I mean, I know you're really, really busy.
But I really want this.
I need this.
Is Nate okay with you doing nudes?
Oh, yeah!
- He's so supportive.
- Ah.
As long as I just don't post
on the main page.
Well, then, let's have some fun.
- Hey, Juana.
- Hello, Mr. Cal.
You know I "Juana."
- Oh, you're funny.
- Look who the cat dragged in.
You got anything to drink?
The last five years
had been humiliating for Cal.
He went from being the town's
to a broke sexual deviant
who narrowly avoided prison.
So, I hear Cassie's selling
pictures of herself online.
Where'd you hear that?
Guy I go to SLA with.
What's SLA?
- Sex and Love Addicts.
- Right. Right.
pinup-style photo shoots.
You having financial issues?
- Me?
- You.
Oh, no, no.
No, I'm good.
Trust me, Dad, I'm good.
But Nate was far from good.
I had a brilliant idea.
I want Better Angels
to be the sole supplier
of afterlife innovation
to the Sun Settler community.
What are you talking about?
Naz, I'm talking about you and I
in business together.
Money.
Listen, our problem
is not just gonna go away.
I'm not your problem.
The problem is the fucking
bureaucratic bullshit
do you know how long
it takes to get a seat
in front of the fucking Planning
and Zoning Commission in this state?
No, and I really don't give a fuck,
you know?
Yeah, well, you should.
Every fucking Californian should.
They make it impossible
for a hard-working person
to do business the right way.
Well, my business is fucking booming.
I got the meeting, right, with the P&Z.
The plans are gonna pass,
you don't need to worry
- about a thing.
- I'm not worried.
You should be the one that's worried.
You know why?
Because you owe me $550,000.
And by next week,
that's gonna be $600,000.
- 600,000.
- Yeah.
So, what I suggest
is you pay me $100,000 by this Friday.
By this Friday? 100,000?
Yeah, this Friday.
Think of it as a way
to regain my confidence.
Yeah. No problem.
- You have my word.
- I'll see you Friday.
Let's make some fucking money.
I'm not getting into the morality
of OnlyFans with you.
Once you give in to temptation,
it knows no limits.
I'm speaking from experience.
Yeah, I'm well aware.
I didn't start by having sex with men.
My first affair was with
a very sexy woman.
Oh, what Cassie's doing and what you did
are not the same thing, Dad.
I was chasing pleasure
instead of being grateful
for what I had at home.
You're gay. You're in denial,
and it came out in very weird ways.
I'm not gay.
I was a hedonist.
You fucked men in the ass.
- So?
- How is that not gay?
I was a pitcher, not a catcher.
I am not getting in this debate
with you again.
I have investors coming over.
I need to have a clear head, please.
- Investors?
- Yeah.
I thought you closed the round.
Well, I'm opening a new round.
Angel!
You throw one more fucking shoe at me,
I'm gonna knock you the fuck out!
That bitch a Tasmanian devil.
Mm. I got you.
Feminine touch.
Angel?
- Fuck!
- Fuck Alamo!
And fuck all the bitch-ass niggas
that work for him, including you!
- Fucking bitch liar!
- Oh, I'm a bitch now?
- Yeah, you're a bitch.
- Oh, okay, I'm a bitch now.
You like that shit?
- You like that?
- No!
- I don't like it!
- No, I bet you fucking don't
because that shit hurts with
your crazy fucking ass.
- Ow!
- Knock it off!
We can keep doing this shit
or we can talk.
Yeah, fine, let's talk. Let's talk.
My best friend's missing.
You and Tish were close.
She's not answering the fucking phone.
Everyone's telling me she ran away
with some fucking guy.
Fucking bullshit.
Fucking bullshit.
She OD'd.
No.
No.
No.
Fentanyl.
I'm sorry.
No.
No, no, no, no!
No!
I'll be out here.
Angel began to spiral.
I want my money back. This is bullshit.
Hey, listen. Listen, I'm not gonna
give you your money back.
No, no, she's unconscious.
I paid the money for the dance.
She didn't give me the dance.
You got work.
You okay?
Either she goes to rehab
or I kick her ass to the curb, that's it.
No, she's not gonna be able
to afford rehab.
I can.
Wait, really?
Wow, that's really, really nice of you.
When you own as many clubs as I do,
pays to have those places on speed dial.
Right.
she's a little feisty.
you got a real good thing going on.
Yeah, well, I've never been on this side
of an intervention before.
Listen here.
might be another promotion in it for you.
Gotcha.
Suck my big fat fucking dick, bitch.
I'm never going
through no fucking rehab, okay?
I'm never going
through no fucking rehab!
Put that shit down.
Stop. Stop.
It's like a paid fucking vacation, okay?
- I don't need no help!
- I don't need no help.
- And sometimes they take you bowling.
They take you bowling. It's fine!
Just go.
- Just go.
- No! No!
Don't fuck with me!
You know, life is precious.
I don't know about that.
This is a weird place.
California?
You know, more people go missing here
than anywhere else in America.
It's like there's a big magnet
under the soil.
Attracting evil.
Death is not a niche market.
You know, we absolutely
believe that Sun Settlers
is a nationwide business.
Alright, so if I send you
my mother-in-law,
you promise to kill her?
With dignity and grace.
I'll take it.
Hi! I have to show you something.
- What?
- Follow me.
So, you're already expanding?
The demand is just too big.
Okay, dude, how do I get in on this?
Well, you'd actually have to be rich.
Fuck you. I'm rich.
We're oversubscribed.
- Oh, wow.
- Keep flipping.
Baseball.
Why are you dressed as a baby?
Oh, it's a whole subculture.
- Babies?
- Adult babies.
Ew. Who wants to see an adult baby?
Some people do. It's huge.
I keep getting all these requests.
Teething rings. Bassinets.
Some people even wanna
see me wear a diaper.
What? That's sick.
I know, right?
$100,000, that means nothing to me.
Well, how much did Fred put in?
A lot more than that.
Then why are you doing it?
Well, if I don't, someone else will.
It's just supply and demand.
What the fuck?
- An adult baby?
- That's what I said.
Why? Well, why would she do that?
I guess Nate can't afford the wedding.
Trust me, Nate can afford the wedding.
What I saw was extremely disturbing.
Hon, I'll look into it.
I know, I have some good ones.
- Come here.
- What?
Cass, come here.
- We can throw all that away.
- Okay.
- Hey.
- Show me your phone.
- Why?
- This is serious.
Did you say something?
- No.
- About what?
I'm not gonna show you my phone.
Why not? You hiding something?
No.
Oh, 'cause the whole town's
talking about how my wife-to-be
is spread eagle on the internet.
Hey, guys, thanks for the party.
- See ya, pal.
- Hey, drive safe.
Bye! You did say something.
I swear to God, I would never.
Andy's wife is talking about it.
How does Andy's wife
know that I have an OnlyFans?
Because she's home alone with a newborn.
Oh, fuck her, she's uninvited
from the wedding.
This isn't about Andy's wife,
this is about you
and what you're doing behind my back.
You gave me permission.
And if you weren't having money problems,
then this wouldn't even be a thing.
- Fifty.
- Whatever!
- Whatever?
This is the biggest day of our lives.
- Just delete the account.
- Pay for the flowers.
I will get you
all the flowers that you want
if you just delete
this account now, please.
Fucking blackmail.
Excuse me, Mr. Nate.
- Huh?
- Do you want me to save any of the food?
Sure.
- The patties?
- Yeah.
- What about the hot dogs?
- Okay.
The macaroni?
- No.
- The cheese?
- No.
- Potato salad?
- Yep.
- The vegetables?
- No.
- What about the fruit salad?
Juana, please.
- The cookies?
- Juana, enough.
- Deviled egg? The pigs in blanket?
- Stop, stop, stop.
Juana, I'm gonna kill you.
Happy now?
Relieved.
How 'bout you?
I'm ecstatic.
- Thanks, babe.
- Mm.
Of course.
Should we go?
We should go.
Yeah, let's go. Great party, man.
- See you later, buddy.
- Yeah.
- Great party.
- Yeah, bye.
Juana, save those pigs in a blanket.
Good boy.
This is Hope Springs, right?
Yeah.
I have a patient.
You work for Alamo?
Yeah.
We've been expecting you.
New arrival.
Bonus round.
I'm scared.
Hey.
It's gonna be okay.
It's not gonna be that long,
and I'll be back, and I'll pick you up.
- You promise?
- Yeah.
- You promise?
- Yeah, I promise, come on.
Come on.
You're good. Let's go.
Do I need to fill anything out?
No.
There's no paperwork?
Nope.
Okay.
Yeah, I just dropped her off.
Copy that.
I'm a little worried about her, though.
God helps those who help themselves.
Shit.
I just grew up in a house
and a lot of lies.
I just don't ever want to be
in that situation again.
I understand, I'm sorry.
I'm gonna tell you something
that might make you angry.
What?
Maddy's been helping me.
My Maddy?
No, my Maddy.
You're talking about my ex-girlfriend?
She was my best friend.
Okay, so same Maddy.
We're friends again.
- And how did that happen?
- I reached out.
She's an expert.
- At what?
- Social media.
- You mean porn.
- It's not porn, it's erotica.
Oh, is that what Maddy told you?
No, I'm telling you.
What do you think she wants?
To be my friend again?
And to manage me.
Yeah, well, your career is over.
Well, I invited her to the wedding.
As revenge?
I hate to break it to you, babe,
but not everyone's in love with you.
Oh, I love your big, fat fucking cock.
I'm gonna fuck your fucking guts out.
- Oh, shit!
- Don't stop.
Don't stop!
- Fuck was that?
- Who cares?!
Oh, shit.
Is that a dinosaur?
I'm gonna find out.
Hey! Come on. What the fuck is that?
Oh, she a big fucker.
You gotta be kidding me.
- Go on, get.
- Come on, you fucker.
Lieutenant Dan, you're fired.
Here, let's push her this way.
Fat piece of shit.
- Hey, she pissed all over the carpet.
- Oh, shit.
Get! Get!
Gotta go this way.
Hold up, whoa, whoa!
Ah, fuck, I stepped in it.
Oh, my God.
Fuck is this?
"Remember the Alamo"?
He said he'd be here
in about five minutes, so.
Yeah.
I like the new look.
Where are you living?
Right now I'm on Lexi's couch.
my van.
But I'm gonna get my own place soon.
Nothing as fancy as this, though.
- So, you're working?
- Yeah, at a strip club.
Just managerial stuff,
but surrounded
by a lot of beautiful women.
There's a lot of temptation.
And I guess 'cause
I'm in a position of power,
the girls, like, throw themselves at me.
But you're sober?
Yeah. California sober.
So, sometimes I drink,
sometimes I smoke a little bit of weed.
I avoid things
that can destroy my life.
And yet, you showed up here?
What, do you think you're dangerous?
I think over time,
it's easy to romanticize things.
Forget details.
Yeah, but you don't ever get nostalgic?
I mean, I don't miss high school,
Us.
Were we ever good together?
Back then?
Not really.
Exactly.
So, I'm assuming
the whirlwind romance thing
is off the table.
I don't think my boyfriend would approve.
Oh.
Boyfriend.
So, it's a real relationship.
Not just like a financial agreement?
Where'd you get that idea?
I don't know, this apartment?
He wasn't using it.
Okay, well, where is he then?
He's at his place.
Yeah, with his family.
I see.
You disapprove?
No, I'm just saying this guy is living,
like, a double life.
That's not a fucking red flag to you?
What if his wife's okay with it?
She is?
I don't think people
are meant to be monogamous.
So, what you're saying is
I still have a chance.
You can't just show up after all this time
and think everything's gonna be the same.
Fuck.
I'm gonna take a bath.
Okay, I'll just finish my drink,
then I'll hit the road.
You're not gonna keep me company?