02x03 - Ruminations: Big and Little Bullys

[bunniefuu]

Rue: 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 .

Rue: ...he spent every day
with his best friend Derek.

(car door shuts, engine starts)

("Mystify" by INXS playing)

♪ All veils and misty ♪

♪ Streets of blue ♪

♪ Almond looks ♪

♪ That chill divine ♪

♪ Some silken moment ♪

- (whistles)
- ♪ Goes on forever ♪

♪ And we're leavin'
broken hearts behind ♪

- (whistle blows)
- ♪ Mystify ♪

Coach:
Let's go! Work it! Work it!

Come on! Let's go! Work hard!

You pansy m*therf*cker!
Let's go, Cal!

Don't be a p*ssy!
Let's go! Work hard!

♪ Mystify me ♪

- ♪ I need perfection ♪
- Coach: Work hard!

♪ Some twisted selection ♪

♪ That tangles me ♪

♪ To keep me alive ♪

♪ Mystify ♪

- ♪ Mystify me ♪
- Good work, boy.

♪ Mystify, mystify me ♪

♪ Eternally wild
with the power ♪

♪ To make every
moment come alive ♪

♪ All those stars
that shine upon you ♪

♪ Well they kiss
you every night ♪

♪ Mystify ♪

♪ Mystify me ♪

♪ Mystify ♪

You wanna get a milkshake?

("Never Let Me Down Again"
by Depeche Mode playing)

♪ I'm taking a ride
with my best friend ♪

Rue: 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.

♪ ♪

- Derek: You can go.
- What?

Oh.

Rue:
He met Marsha junior year.

("The Look" by Roxette playing)

- What?
- Nothin'.

♪ Walking like a man
Hitting like a hammer ♪

♪ She's a juvenile scam ♪

Marsha. Marsha, stop.

♪ She's got the look ♪

Marsha... I'm gonna bite
your foot I swear to God.

Marsha (giggles):
Do it.

- Cal: I am driving.
- So?

It is dangerous.

♪ She's got the look,
she's got the look ♪

♪ She's got the look ♪

Ah...

♪ What in
the world can make... ♪

Rue:
Marsha was way more forward

than any girl he had met before.

♪ When everything... ♪

Rue: And even though he
wasn't always comfortable,

he was grateful she
pushed his boundaries.

♪ She's got the look,
she's got the look ♪

♪ She's got the look,
she's got the look ♪

Ooh god. Ooh.

♪ And I go la la la la la ♪

Ahh.

Rue:
He couldn't wait to tell Derek.

Cal: And then she
unbuttoned my pants,

and, like, just went for it.

Derek:
Dude, was it good?

Cal: I mean, yeah.
(chuckles)

Derek:
And, like...

could she, like, I mean, uh, did she,
like, uh, deep throat?

- Yeah. (laughs)
- Oh, nice, dude.

- Where'd you pop?
- Where do ya think?

- And she swallowed?
- Yeah. (laughs)

- Wow, dude. Ah.
- Yeah.

- So, I mean, she's a keeper?
- Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I guess so.

("Chains of Love"
by Erasure playing)

(door opens)

♪ 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.

Bud: You were fine
when I walked in.

Dinner's on the table.

("Lips Like Sugar" by
Echo & the Bunnymen playing)

(softly):
Oh f*ck.

So, um...

I met a girl.

Rue:
And so did Derek.

- Hey! Come on in!
- Hey!

♪ She floats like a swan ♪

♪ Grace on the water ♪

- ♪ Lips like sugar ♪
- Derek: I got an idea.

Cal:
What are you doin', bro?

Lisa:
Oh my god, Derek!

Let's go for a swim.

- Marsha: Yeah, let's do it!
- Cal: Should we do it?

- Oh my god.
- Come on, come on!

Marsha:
Come on!

♪ Lips like sugar ♪

- (both yelling)
- ♪ Sugar kisses ♪

- All right, let's go!
- Woo!

(squealing, laughter)

♪ Lips like sugar ♪

♪ Sugar kisses ♪

- Lisa: Have fun, guys.
- Derek: Have fun, big boy.

Marsha...
what're you doin'?

Hold... Hold on.

(moans)
Oh... I'm so sorry.

(grunts and laughs)

Rue: And just like that...
it became a regular thing.

("She Sells Sanctuary"
by The Cult playing)

(both moaning)

♪ Make my back burn ♪

Rue: Back then, Marsha would
tell him what felt good,

and, eventually,
he got better at it.

(Marsha moaning)

Oh my god.

- You're smiling.
- (laughs) That was amazing.

- You like it that much?
- Cal: I do.

I'm fine with that.

- Mind if I do it again?
- Please do.

(moaning)

Rue:
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 p*ssy.

("It Ain't Over 'til It's Over"
by Lenny Kravitz playing)

♪ So many tears I've cried ♪

♪ So much pain inside ♪

♪ But baby, it ain't
over 'til it's over ♪

♪ So many years we've tried ♪

♪ To keep our love alive ♪

I win, p*ssy.
I win.

(cheering)

♪ How many times
did we give up ♪

♪ But we always
worked things out ♪

Rue:
Cal was going to Duke,

and Derek was going
to a state school out west.

Bud: When summer ends,
your life begins.

- Cheers.
- (all toast)

(dog barking)

♪ So many tears I've cried ♪

♪ So much pain inside ♪

♪ But baby, it ain't over ♪

Rue: Derek insisted
they go celebrate...

just the two of them.

Derek: All right, I know a place
that will serve us.

Just, uh, go up .

♪ 'Cause baby, it ain't
over 'til it's over ♪

(chuckles)

- Woo!
- (laughing)

♪ ♪

f*ckin' sh*t.

("I Can Dream About You"
by Dan Hartman playing)

Derek:
Oh, how you doin', man?

- Bartender: Hey, how are you guys?
- Could we get, uh,

- two tequila sh*ts, please?
- Bartender: Let's do it.

Thank you.

♪ I can dream about you ♪

- Straight down for you guys.
- Both: Thank you.

You're welcome.

Derek:
I knew they'd serve us here.

Derek:
Can we get, uh, two more?

- Bartender: Absolutely.
- Derek: Actually... can we get four?

Thank you, man.

Bartender:
Go, go, go, boys.

- Rapid fire.
- All right.

- Ah, f*ck.
- Oh, boy, yep. Up, down, up.

("Never Tear Us Apart"
by INXS playing)

♪ 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 ♪

(phone ringing)

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 I-love you, too.

(sniffs)

(crying)

(crying continues)

("Never Tear Us Apart"
guitar riff plays)

♪ ♪

("Call Me Irresponsible"
by Bobby Darin playing)

(singing along)
♪ 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... ♪

Rue:
♪ Ooh, I'm irresponsibly mad ♪

(blows bubbles, muffled singing)

Rue?

Are you high?

Rue:
Oh, f*ck me.

Was she there the whole time,
or did she just walk in?

I mean...

(ding)

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.

(chaotic music playing)

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 f*cked up.

And people,
they just wanna find hope...

(angelic vocalizing)

- Somewhere.
- Anywhere.

And if not in reality...

(through TV):
then in television.

Unfortunately... I'm not it.

Ugh. Elly?

Oh, sh*t. 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 dr*gs,
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.
- Gia: This movie's nuts.

Which one is this?

- "k*ller Baby"? I don't even know.
- Ohh!

Rue: "k*ller Mutant Baby."

Oh sh*t.

I think I'm gonna
start smoking weed.

Why would you
start smoking weed?

'Cause I have panic att*cks
every f*cking day.

You are so f*cking selfish.

Gia.

Gia!

Gia, it f*ckin' helps with my...

f*ckin' anxiety,
and my panic att*cks,

- and sh*t, Gia.
- Gia: I don't wanna talk to you, Rue.

- Can you just f*ckin' listen for a second?
- Gia: I don't wanna talk to you!

- Gia! Gia, what the f*ck?!
- Gia (screams): Stop!

The f*ck is wrong... What the...

- Rue: Are you f*cking crazy?!
- Gia: Don't push me!

- What the f*ck is wrong with you?
- Get your hands off of me!

It's a f*cking idea! I
wasn't gonna f*cking do it!

- You're a liar!
- I'm a f*ckin' liar?!

- I'm tryin' to f*ckin' tell you something!
- Yes, and you don't give a sh*t

about you, you don't
give a sh*t about me.

- You don't give a sh*t about your mama.
- It's a f*cking idea!

(screams): I'm not
actually doin' f*ckin' weed!

It was an idea, okay?!

And I should've
never f*ckin' told you

'cause you're just
like f*cking Mom.

- Don't put...
- Both of you are

f*cking crazy!

Rue:
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.

Gia: Rue,
when you do dr*gs...

it's not like when
other people do dr*gs.

It's better than
committing su1c1de.

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 f*ckin' 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.

(blows bubbles, muffled singing)

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 f*ckin' mad at me about.

I'm not gonna
get along with him.

- Why?
- 'Cause he wants to f*ck you.

- You really think so?
- Yes, I know so.

No.
I promise you,

there is no way
that he wants to f*ck me.

No way.

Do you wanna f*ck Rue?

- Not no.
- Jules: So, you're straight?

- Kinda.
- Jules: 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?

Elliot: Not in a
particularly rigid way, no.

Have you guys f*cked?
Is that a thing?

Elliot, I'm asking
the f*cking question.

- Why did she avoid that question?
- Yeah, why did you

dodge the question?

How many girls have you f*cked?

Elliot:
Like, technically, three.

- Technically?
- Elliot: 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 f*cked?

- .
- Are you serious?

- Damn.
- I'm kidding.

How many guys have you f*cked?

She doesn't wanna
answer that question

'cause she's kind of a whore.

Jules and Elliot:
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 f*cked?

You know, that is an
excellent question, Jules.

- How many guys have you been with?
- Uh-uh. 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 f*ck

to no longer be
interested in them?

- Rue: Hmm.
- Uh, I'll tell you if you promise to never tell Rue.

Are you for real right now?

- Elliot: Deal.
- What the f*ck?

Okay.

- (Jules whispers)
- Wow! Really?

That's f*cked up. That's like a
mentally ill amount of people to f*ck.

- What did she say?
- Elliot: No, that's, like...

- that's, like, bad.
- Wait, do you really think so?

No... I'm kidding.

Who gives a sh*t?
Everyone's a f*ckin' nun.

- Nun?
- Elliot: You're a nun.

- How am I a nun?
- Elliot: 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 f*ck them.

I didn't say that I didn't
wanna f*ck you or Rue.

So, you wanna f*ck 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?
- Jules: 'Cause you're being sarcastic,

- and I don't like sarcastic people.
- Rue: Wait, aren't I sarcastic?

- No, no, you're the opposite.
- Elliot: All right,

I'm being sarcastic
because I'm uncomfortable,

and the questions are, like,
f*ckin' 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 f*ckin'... You're great.

Okay? And I want to be friends.

You think he's being sarcastic?

Unfortunately, no.

- Jules: Come on!
- Rue: You're too fast!

(laughs) You're just
f*cking slow. I don't know.

- Rue (groans): I don't play sports for a reason!
- Come on!

f*ck.

("Effigy" by Ministry playing)

♪ No, no ♪

(accelerates)

Jules!

f*ck.

- Oh, you m*therf*cker.
- (Jules laughs)

- You know...
- You need to take care of that asthma.

- (both laughing)
- You know I'm not...

- good at that kind of stuff.
- (Jules chuckles)

- Oh man. Let me catch my breath.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

My breath.

(heavy breathing)

(kissing)

- Rue: Does that feel good?
- Jules: Yeah.

Okay.

(heavy breathing)

Rue: 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.

(light music playing)

(snorts)

(snorts)

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...

Rue: 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.

(inaudible)

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...

Suze: I, I told you. I
didn't promise you that.

Rue:
...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 minutes late.

- We can't get a hold of her.
- I'm gonna f*cking k*ll her.

Lexi, I need to talk
to you about this scene.

Thanks.

Suze isn't wearing
her wedding ring.

- Lexi: Okay, that's a props question.
- Okay.

(indistinct chatter)

(audio from monitor):
I didn't bring it up.

Okay, it's like every, every
single day. It's like you're OCD!

- Lexi: And cut it!
- (bell rings)

My name is Lexi Howard.

I am the writer,
director, and creator

of "This Is Life."

(upbeat music plays)

While the story's about
a -year-old g... Bleh.

The story is about
a -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.
(laughs)

Look, the sidekicks are usually
the more sensitive, smarter,

more compelling characters,

but for some reason,
they just get overlooked.

- Action!
- Lexi: And I was like,

TV show,
the sidekick is the lead.

Cut!
Are you f*ckin' 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.

(frenzied classical music plays)

Rue:
So, she just started writing,

and writing, and writing.

♪ ♪

(muffled shouting)

(alarm sounds)

Lexi:
Why are you awake at AM?

Cassie: Why are
you awake at AM?

♪ ♪

Rue: Cassie decided
to wake up at 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.

(bright music playing)

♪ ♪

There was also something
refreshing about the amount

of time she was
putting into herself.

♪ ♪

Out of sight, out of mind.

(alarm chimes)

Rue: 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...

♪ ♪

(alarm chimes)

It was her way of telling
him that she was his.

♪ ♪

(music stops)

(vocalizing)

♪ ♪

Maddy:
Hey.

Hey.

- Wait, why are... why...
- Uh, my class is this way.

Rue: Anyway, back
to where we started.

I'm writing this play,

and I was wondering
if I could put it on.

Garcia: Sure.

(whimsical music plays)

True or dare?

Dare.

Elliot: Yo, Jules. I
dare you to take a piss

in the middle of the street.

Jules:
All right.

- Sure, yes!
- (Elliot chuckles)

Gender-f*ck me, please!

- Elliot: Wow.
- Rue: Jules!

- Elliot: Wow.
- Rue: Okay, all right.

- Rue: Oh, sh*t!
- Elliot: Ohh.

- Rue: Oh. Okay, Jules.
- (Elliot laughs)

- Hey! Car.
- (horn honking)

- Oh... my god.
- Elliot: No, no, no, no, no!

Not on the car. Not on
the car. Not on the car.

(Rue and Jules giggling)

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 f*ck?!
- (all shouting)

- Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh!
- (student yelling)

- Elliot: Oh my god.
- (shouting continues)

I'll f*ckin' k*ll you,
goddammit!

f*ck!

(kissing)

I really wanna go down on you.

We can't do it here.

Please?

(both giggling)

(electronica music plays)

(breathes deeply)

Rue:
If I were a genius,

I'd figure out a way
to do dr*gs for free.

(snorts)

What if I am a genius?

- I'm a f*ckin' genius, Fez.
- Fezco: Is that so?

It is f*ckin' so because

I came up with an
amazing f*ckin' plan.

And what would that be, Rue?

All right, so (clears throat)...

all you would have
to do is front me,

like, $ ,
worth of dr*gs, okay?

- And...
- Fezco: Hell the f*ck no.

Okay, well, before you say no,

you kind of have to
let me finish, right?

Hell the f*ck 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 f*cking plan.

- Fezco: No.
- Yes.

- You...
- Hell the f*ck no, Rue.

f*ck it. I give up.
Whatever.

I'll just take my f*ckin'
business elsewhere.

It's your f*ckin' loss, man.

Hell the f*ck no.

That's a good-ass plan.

Thank you. f*ckin' Fez
didn't even wanna hear it.

- Why not?
- Ego sh*t, 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 f*ck would you audition for "Oklahoma"?
- Cassie: I'm not!

Then why the f*ck do you look like
you're auditioning for "Oklahoma"?

- Do I?
- Kat: Yes.

Has everyone read
"Oklahoma" but me?

"Oklahoma"'s not
like a play you read.

- Rue, are you on dr*gs?
- Yes.

- You relapsed?
- Wait, what?!

Rue: 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?!

- Maddy: Like a country music star.
- In a good way or a bad way?

- Bitch, you better be joking.
- Are you okay, Cass?

No! Yes! f*ck it!

I am in love with Nate Jacobs
and he is in love with me!

And don't you f*cking
give me that look, Maddy,

because I didn't
f*ck 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!

Rue:
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.

Maddy: I think being single's
really stressing you out.

No, I don't think so.

Maddy:
I hate it.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I think Nate
really f*cked me up.

- (Theo gasps)
- 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.

Maddy: 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.

Maddy:
Yeah...

I don't know.

Do me a favor...

when you get older, don't
be an assh*le to girls you like.

Okay.
(chuckles)

Rue:
Maddy didn't realize that

Cassie was talking
about herself...

("Emotions" by
Brenda Lee playing)

...and her relationship
with Nate.

♪ Emotions ♪

♪ What are you doin' ♪

♪ Oh, don't you know ♪

♪ Don't you know
you'll be my ruin ♪

Rue: Who she had been
f*cking every Friday night

for the last three weeks.

(Nate breathing heavy)

I love that I'm your secret...

and I can't tell a soul.

I love how f*ckin' sick you are.

(both moaning)

(muffled moans)

What I wouldn't give
to be back in high school.

(moaning continues)

Yeah.

Yeah.

Rue: Meanwhile, Kat was
having dinner with Ethan's parents.

Judy:
So, who's my son with?

Oh, she's got the cutest
smile, doesn't she?

- Yeah.
- Adorable.

- Ethan: Mom, stop.
- So, Katherine...

Tell me about yourself.

Uh, (awkward laughter)

Rue: Kat got nervous
because she could feel that

there were right answers
and wrong answers.

Who am I?
(laughs) 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.

(awkward laughter)

Wow...
Wasn't that illuminating.

(Judy laughs)

Rue: Kat wanted to crawl
into a hole and f*cking die.

And so did Cal, who
hadn't been able to sleep

since Nate told him
about that disc.

(bottles clattering)

Nate:
You want a water?

Rue: And every time he'd
close his eyes, he'd imagine...

Aaron, tell your dad
dinner's ready!

Dad, dinner's ready!

(g*nsh*t)

Rue:
But Cal wasn't raised that way.

He wouldn't go down
without a fight.

(tense music playing)

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, (clears throat) 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 . ,

and let's say, you know, all my
friends Jamie, Amy, and Lanie

also have
a GPA over . .

- Laurie: Hmm.
- Rue: 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, (chuckles)
without anyone snitching.

- Hmm.
- Rue: So, let's say...

hypothetically, of course, uh,

we were able to pay
Jamie, Amy, and Lanie

$ a month to be runners.

Now as collateral,
we would upload

- their phones to a cloud that I own.
- (bird vocalizes)

- 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
to months in juvie.

Intent to sell is
a way bigger sentence.

(bird squawks)

Not if you're under .

- 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.
- Laurie: It's true.

I'll front you a k suitcase.

Rue: Don't do it.
You're too much of a f*ck-up.

- Maybe we should start smaller.
- k?

Deal.

That was very mature, Rue.

Laurie: If you pay
each girl a thousand,

you can flip it for ,
and that's k profit.

- Three to me. Four to you.
- Uh, thank you, Laurie. You won't regret this.

- Laurie: 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.

("Gangsta Nation" by
Westside Connection playing)

♪ Na-na, na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na,
na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na, na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na,
na-na-na-na ♪

♪ ♪

(cocks g*n)

What the f*ck you doin'?

Rue: 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?
- f*ck "Oklahoma."

Are they all here to audition?

Are you all here to audition?

Crowd:
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 f*ckin' job

askin' all these weird-ass
questions like the feds.

Then I find you
out in front of my house.

What the f*ck
are you doin', man?

You're free to call the cops.

Fezco: Why the
f*ck would I do that?

Well, it's either call the cops,
let me go or... k*ll me.

Fezco: What the f*ck,
man? What's with your family?

Are you all just a bunch
of f*ckin' assholes?

- Cal: You b*at up my son.
- Yeah, well, he deserved it, man.

He's a f*ckin' bitch.

Oh, okay, tough guy.

Ow, f*ck!

Why did you do that?

'Cause you're in no
position to talk sh*t.

I'm warning you.
You hit me one more...

- Oh, f*ck!
- Why don't you call the cops?

- The Chief of Police, Will Greenwood...
- Mm-hm.

- (Cal grunts)
- All right, Ash. Chill out, man.

- Cal: f*ck!
- This guy don't want the f*ckin' cops involved.

Watch.

- Call the cops.
- I will.

- Dial, bitch.
- (Cal grunts)

If you got nothin' to hide,
call the f*ckin' cops.

- Stop, stop, stop.
- I'm not f*cking stopping.

I'm not stopping.
Call the cops.

- I told you.
- All right, man. I get it.

Cal: 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.

Fezco: What the f*ck
are you talkin' about, man?

- You know, the blonde.
- Who? Jewel?

Look, man, I didn't
know she was .

You tellin' me you
had sex with Jewel?

Who's Jewel?

- Fezco: What the f*ck, man?
- Faye: Do I know Jewel?

Fezco: The f*ck are we even
talkin' about right now, bro?

Jewel.

Jewel. Jewel...

I just want the disc.

- Fezco: What disc?!
- Of Jewel and I.

Yo, you recorded that sh*t?!

- Cal: I didn't know.
- You didn't know that you were recording?

- I f*cked up.
- Fezco: Obviously, man.

Yo, who the f*ck even told you
I gave a sh*t about this anyway?

My son.

Your son? The one
that's in love with Jewel?

Faye:
Aw, that's cute.

Fezco: That's not cute,
man. What the f*ck?

- What?
- Fezco: What kind of weird-ass

father-son sh*t is goin'
on around here, bro?

- I'm extremely confused.
- Fezco: You're confused.

I'm f*ckin' confused, bro.

- Me too.
- Fezco: I don't even know what the f*ck 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,
f*ck people together?

Fezco:
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 f*ckin' life,

and Rue's and Jewel's,

till the end of f*cking time.
You understand?

I promise.

Now, I don't know sh*t about no
f*ckin' disc, man. That's not my problem.

Now get this m*therf*cker
up outta here, Ash.

(grunts)

(strumming guitar)

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, (chuckles)...
No, it's not the face tats.

Elliot:
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?

(guitar stops)

I do.

Speaker: 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 f*ck 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.

Elliot:
Really?

No, that's not true at all.

You think Rue's,
like, a sexual person?

Jules:
I mean, at times, yeah.

Yeah, you're full of sh*t.

It's true!

Elliot: I feel like you've
f*cked 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.

Elliot:
Then how does that work?

- What do you mean?
- 'Cause you're, like, a sexual person?

Jules: 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.

Elliot:
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 assh*le right now?

- I'm being sweet right now.
- Jules: How is that sweet?

'Cause you're very
f*ckin' fuckable.

- Why?
- Elliot: I mean, you're fascinating, right?

'Cause you're creative
and you're smart,

and you're kind of f*cked 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 f*ckin' 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.

Elliot: But I'm sure
Rue told you all that.

You guys are in love, right?

(light music playing)

Shut up.

So, Rue,
the $ , 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.
- Rue: 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 f*ckin' lecture, okay,

about how my life would be
better if I stopped doing dr*gs,

or believed in God, or Allah,
or whatever the f*ck.

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 f*ck up, man.
- Wait, wait, wait. Excuse me?

Shut the f*ck up?

Don't play that sh*t 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
f*ck up. I'm not some parent

you can just treat like sh*t.

Yeah, well, good thing
nobody's really

lookin' to you
to be a f*ckin' parent.

Yo! Excuse me?

Excuse me?

(scoffs)

When I sit across from you and
tell you somethin' about my life,

you don't get to use
that sh*t against me.

You cross that line again,
we're done.

You talk back right now,
we're done.

One more f*ckin' disrespectful
word outta your mouth,

and we're done.
You hear me?

(shouts):
Hey! You hear me?!

Rue:
Or what, Ali?

You gonna hit me?

("If" by Jo Stafford playing)

♪ If they made me a queen ♪

♪ I'd be but a sl*ve to you ♪

And before he even took a drink,
he offered it to me first.

♪ If I had everything ♪

♪ I'd still be a sl*ve to you ♪

♪ If I ruled the night ♪

Where are you headed?

To meet a friend.

I know, Mom. I know.

♪ Still I'd turn ♪

Are those my clothes?

Yeah. I was auditioning
for Lexi's play.

- What play?
- "Oklahoma."

♪ If the world to me bowed
yet humbly I'd plead to you ♪

Yeah...
Oh, she's doin' really good.

Yeah, I'm proud of her.

♪ If I ruled the Earth ♪

♪ What would life be worth ♪

♪ If I hadn't
the right to you ♪

- Maddy: Ready to go to bed?
- Theo: Mm-hm.

Okay.
Good night, little man.

Sweet dreams.

- Ethan (on phone): I got the part!
- What part?

Ethan:
In Lexi's play.

Cool.

♪ If the world to me bowed ♪

♪ Yet humbly I'd plead to you ♪

♪ If my friends were a crowd ♪

♪ I'd turn in my need to you ♪

- ♪ If I ruled the Earth ♪
- (phone chimes)

♪ What would life be worth ♪

♪ If I hadn't the right ♪

(doorbell rings)

♪ To you ♪

("Watercolor Eyes"
by Lana Del Rey playing)

♪ Breaking up with me
then making up ♪

♪ Just to make me mad ♪

♪ I think that you
taste like rock candy ♪

♪ Sweet like beaches
leave me all sandy ♪

♪ Why ♪

♪ Do you leave me
with watercolor eyes ♪

♪ Young love don't
always last forever ♪

♪ Wild horses
can't keep us together ♪

♪ So what if you taste
just like heaven ♪

♪ That don't make it right ♪

♪ Hot summer
and cold watermelon ♪

♪ Your love stings
like blood and a lemon ♪

♪ Why ♪

♪ Do you leave me
with watercolor eyes ♪

♪ Watercolor eyes ♪

♪ Watercolor eyes ♪

♪ Watercolor eyes ♪

♪ That don't make it right ♪

♪ That don't make it right ♪