All language subtitles for Euphoria s01e04_English

Whoo-hoo-hoo...

I don't understand why
we have to drive seven hours
to see a psychiatrist.

Because... (sighs)
we want the best care
possible for you.

Rue:
When Jules was
eleven years old,

her mother took her
on a road trip.

(exhaling)

(exhaling)

Whoo-hoo-hoo

(window squeaking)

(Jules sighs)

Oh, oh!

-Wasn't Dali, like,
a sexual predator?
-Was he?

I hadn't heard that before.

Would you like me
to take it down?

No. It's a cool painting.

It is a cool painting.

Rue:
He was actually
really sweet, though.

They talked for over an hour,

and only later
did Jules realize
that she hadn't lied once.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh

Rue:
After the session, they wanted
to give her a tour of the Unit.

(sighs)

-Well, what's the Unit?
-Dr. Kay: Think of it like
a second home,

where children can learn how
to feel better about themselves.

(hesitantly):
Okay.

Let me give you a tour.

So, this is our common area,

where we have group sessions,

watch movies, play games,

have art class.

Um, on Tuesdays we have
canine therapy.

Uh, Thursdays we have
music therapy.

(Dr. Kay continues indistinctly)

(breathing heavily)

-Boy: Dr. Kay!
-Allan!

Suck my dick, you fucking cunt!

-Dr. Kay: Allan!
-(boy cursing indistinctly)

(grunting)

Dr. Kay:
Usually there's two to a room,

depending on how many patients
are with us.

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh...

So the kids live here?

For short periods of time.

And this is the quiet room.

I'm gonna fucking
rape you, Dr. Kay!

-(pounds wall)
-You just bought yourself

another 30 minutes
in the quiet room, Jesse.

-(spits)
-Rue: It was around then
when Jules thought

she had just about
had enough of the tour.

I think I wanna go home.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Rue:
And that's when
Jules realized,

this wasn't a tour at all.

It was an elaborate plan
to admit her

to a fucking
psychiatric hospital.

Mom! Mom!

No, no, no, no, no!

(screaming):
No! No! No!

Rue:
During the ensuing struggle,
Jules accidentally

scratched an RA
across the face,

which she felt
really guilty about.

But quickly, that guilt
turned into anger...

and that anger,
into defeat.

Hi. I'm Jules.

-How are you feeling?
-Jules: Better.

Good. Good.

Why don't you tell the group
a little about yourself
and why you're here.

Jules:
I don't know.

Maybe because I was, like,
sad for a really long time.

What do you mean
by a long time?

Maybe since I was
seven or eight or something.

And I've been to see,
like, a bunch of doctors.

I've been on, like,
a bunch of medications,

but nothing's
really helped, so...

Maybe these mitts
will do the trick.

-(pen scribbles)
-And, Jules, do you self-injure?

Rue:
The truth was,
Jules hated herself.

(indistinct conversation)

Rue: She hated
how her brain worked...

the way it would
get stuck on a thought,

-like choking.
-(coughs)

(coughing, grunting)

David:
All right. Keep present.

Rue: And it would just play
on an infinite loop,

until she couldn't think

or breathe
or stand to be alive.

David (softly): This is hard,
Jules. You're going to get
through it, okay?

Rue:
She didn't just
hate her brain, though.

She hated her body,
not every part,

just her shoulders,
and her arms,

and her hands.

Also her chest,
her stomach, her thighs.

Her knees were the worst.

Plus her ankles, and her big,
fucking, stupid feet.

(school bell ringing)

She hated her life,
not because it was bad,

but because when you hate
your brain and your body,

it's hard to enjoy the rest.

So, Jules developed
a few coping mechanisms.

None of them healthy,
and a few scary enough
to land her in...

So, how are you
liking the Unit?

It's okay.

-Are you making
any friends?
-Not really.

Well, that'll change.

Wait. Can you leave
me the rest?

Sure.

(sighs)

(crinkling)

(indistinct conversation)

-This guy did some damage.
-Jules: Allan?

I did something really stupid.

Is everything okay?

I'm so sorry.

Please don't be mad at me.

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh,
ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Rue:
Eventually Jules got better
and came home.

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh,
ooh-ooh

Rue:
But her mom got worse
and went away.

Ooh-ooh-ooh...

Rue:
And her dad quit his job
to be closer to home,

which she liked,
'cause she loved her dad.

By 13, she started
to transition.

And by 16, Jules had gotten
a little slutty.

And every guy was the same:

cis, white, married,

engaged,
in long-term relationships,

and always, always...

I mean,
I'm a hundred percent straight.

Um, cool.

So do you like top?

-No.
-Cool.

'Cause that's, like,
not my thing.

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh...

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh,
ooh-ooh

Rue:
Some were sweet.
Some were weird.

And a few were aggressive.

-(gagging)
-Cal: Spit.

Rue:
And whenever anything
got too uncomfortable...

-(Cal grunts)
-(muffled shriek)

Rue:
...Jules would just imagine
that she wasn't really herself,

and this wasn't
really her life.

She was just a character
in a book or a movie or a show.

That none of it was real,
and if it was,
how did it matter?

It's not like her body
ever really belonged to her
in the first place.

(grunts loudly, pants)

(grunts)

Rue: But fuck it.
She'd save it for the memoirs.

'Cause that was the night
she met her new best friend.

And although she had never
really been in a relationship

or even in, like, love,

she imagined spending
the rest of her life with her.

How they'd live together
in some shitty New York
apartment,

and maybe date other people,
but always sleep
in the same bed.

She even said it to her once,
which was probably a mistake,

for, like, a lot of reasons.

Plus, that was before
she fell for Tyler,

like, hard,
like, really hard.

(TV playing indistinctly)

What are you smiling about?

I don't know.
Just... life.

I never felt so alone

Felt so alone, no, no, no

And I never felt so alone

Felt so alone, no, no, no

Rue:
There's nothing
I'm really passionate about.

You know, like, I'm not dying
to say or do anything, really.

And every time
I admit that to people,

they're like, "Oh, my gosh,
that's so sad." But...

I think that's the case
for most people.

You know? Like, when I look
at my mom or...

like, the kids at my school--

like, their profiles
or their posts
and their Tumblr rants...

you realize they're all just
fucked up, too... and lost.

They just have
a reason to mask it...

whether it be, like,
their, their families

or their boyfriends
or their hashtag activism.

And they're just reaching
for something

-to make it
all seem meaningful.
-Rue...

But sometimes
I just sit and think...

-Rue. Rue.
-...like, what's the point?

Rue, I don't give a shit.

-Why'd you call me?
-Honestly...

I didn't really
have anybody else
to call.

Well, what happened
to make you call?

Um...

you know...

just like...

(screaming):
Open the fucking door!

Fuck!

...just the usual bullshit.

Rue, you know that drug addicts
don't reach out for help

unless there's no options.

So what happened?

(sighs)

Um...

I was with my best friend.

Okay, well, she's--
I mean, she's a new friend,

but we hang out every day.

And, um...

It's stupid.
It's stupid.

-Ali: What?
-I just...

I misread...
the whole situation.

And now it's gonna be
really, really, really...

really fucking awkward.

And I guess that

hanging out with her was...

was the best thing
that's happened to me
in a while, so...

Does the way
in which you feel about her
remind you of anything?

-What do you mean?
-You know, like...
the obsession,

the feelings,
the withdrawal.

What, like drugs?

Bingo.

Okay, but this is a good thing.

Didn't drugs feel real good
the first time you tried 'em?

Shit.

Everybody now
is doin' their thing

Yeah. It's gon' be
a good night, tonight, man.

Let's get this money.

If you wanna have
a good time

Just grab your partner
and step on a line

What's good, bro?

-(bell rings)
-Rue: Fuck.

-Lexi: You wanna go
on the Gravitron?
-Uh, no.

-The Ferris wheel?
-Nope.

-Why?
-Rue: Because I
don't wanna die.

Maddy:
Where are you? I'm standing
by the fucking Ferris wheel.

I don't see you.

Why do you always
do this to me?

-Jules: Whoa! Whoa! Aah!
-Kat: We're gonna die, die!

Jules:
Oh, my God.
(screams)

-(screaming, giggling)
-Stop! Stop!

Stop! You're rocking
the fucking thing.

-You're rocking--
-(screams) Oh, my God.

(Kat chattering)

Yo, are you at
this Ferris wheel
or that Ferris wheel?

Well, how the fuck
am I supposed to know
which one you're at?

You don't fucking tell me--

Yeah, I know, I know.
I'm on my way. I--

How am I supposed
to know that there's
two Ferris wheels?

-Yo, why are dressed
like a hooker?
-Maddy: What?

Jesus Christ, Maddy.
I'm here with my parents.

-So what? It's the carnival.
-No. It's the chili cook-off.

It's very important.
I can't have you hanging out
at the booth dressed like that.

Yeah, well maybe
it'll sell better.

Yo, this isn't
a fucking joke, okay?

Why are you being
like this?

-Listen, my parents
already don't like you.
-What?

Go home, get changed,

and come back
looking like a person.
Fuck.

(riders screaming)

-Aaron: Well, did you
break up again?
-Nate: No.

-Looks like you broke up again.
-No, we didn't.

If you ask me,
she's a distraction.

(bell ringing)

-Man: Hurry up, guy, go!
-(retching)

-Crowd: Oh!
-(laughing): Ew!

Hold on.

Oh, my God.
Jules!

Come!

Hands and feet inside the ride
unless you want to die.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-(ride whirring)
-Kat: I'm really
fucking scared.

(Kat, Ethan laughing)

Kat:
Oh, no!

(Jules squealing)

-Hi.
-Hey.

-I missed you.
-I missed you, too.

Um, I think she's
in love with her.

Really?

Yeah, like...
Rue is in love
with Jules, I think.

-Jules: Are you mad at me?
-No. No, no.

Are you mad at me?

-No.
-Okay.

Don't you think?

I hadn't really
thought about it.

Oh. I don't know.

Can we just pretend like
what I did wasn't super-weird?

-It wasn't weird. It--
-It was weird, but...

we don't have
to talk about it.

Talk about what?

-Nothing.
-Right. (laughs)

Okay, um...
Anyway, I'm gonna go
catch some friends.

-All right.
-Okay.

(Jules and Rue
chatting indistinctly)

-Uh-oh. Mr. Jacobs.
-Oh!

-Stingray McKay.
-I see you--

-I see what you got
going on over here.
-Cal: All right, chili.

Let me get some.

-Yo, what's up, brother?
-How you doin', man?

Yo.

What are you...
Are you guys, like,
in a relationship?

-Nah, we're just chillin'.
-Nate: Are you just chillin'?

Yeah, we're chillin'.

(Nate chuckles)
Okay.

-Okay.
-Why haven't I seen you
on the field?

Uh... (chuckles).

Just freshmen
got to earn their due,
that's all.

Cal: You take that attitude,
you'll spend the rest
of your life on the bench.

It's really not that big
of a deal, Mr. Jacobs.
It's just the first season.

Cal:
No, it is a big deal.

You got one of the best
slide-steps I've ever seen.

You've got promise.
You've got talent.

You're not pushing yourself
hard enough.

Nate:
Dad, I think McKay's
gonna be just fine.

I'm just trying to help him
keep a girl like her.

(snickers)

Why? It's not like
we're in a relationship.

-Plus, I don't even care
about football.
-Whoa.

It's not just football.

It's life.

It's about maintaining
your focus.

It's about putting your all
into everything you do.

Why do you think I have
the business I have?

Why do think I have
the family I have?

The success that I have?

Why do think this chili

has been voted
best chili in the county
five years in a row?

'Cause you refuse to lose.

No.

It's about who you want
to become in the world.

I'm just lookin' out
for you.

-Bye.
-Cassie.

-(Nate laughing)
What the fuck is her problem?
-Come on, bro.

McKay:
Yo, Cass. Cass.

Cass, stop.

Why would you say that?

That we're
just chillin'?

It's not that big of a deal,
Cass. It's a figure of speech.

-It is a big deal.
-It's really not.

You literally just told me
that you loved me.

What does that have
to do with anything?

You just told Nate
that we're not even
in a fucking relationship.

That's because I know the guy.
He's just gonna talk shit.

-Like what?
-Like about you.

Or whatever, Cassie.

What do you mean,
whatever?

Like whatever the fuck
you've done.

What have I done, McKay?

Look, I don't want
to talk about this
right now, Cass.

We're in the middle
of a fucking carnival.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

It's not like it's that big
of a fucking secret, Cassie.

You know what?
It's cool.

We should just call it a night.
I gotta get back, anyway.

So, what you was lookin' for?

-Molly.
-Oh. She over there
workin' at the pretzel stand.

Thank you.

Maddy:
Hey.

-Hey.
-You're not having fun?

-No.
-Yeah, me, neither.

You wanna do Molly?

Welcome to Pretzelmania.
Can I take your order?

How many pretzels do you want?

-We don't eat carbs.
-Two, please.

That'll be forty.

So, you think Nate's
cheating on you?

I don't know.
He's just been acting
super-weird lately.

Have you gone through
his phone?

I've never not gone through
someone's phone.

Bitch, you're
my soul mate.

Both:
Thank you.

Maddy:
Yo, what's going on
with you and McKay?

I thought you two
were in love.

(Cassie scoffs)
Nate asked McKay
if were were in a relationship,

and McKay said that
we were just chillin'.

-What?
-Yeah.

Honestly, fuck them both.

Cassie:
Right?

Maddy:
Okay, so if I tell you
something,

you swear on your fucking life
you won't say a word?

Yeah. What?

I went through Nate's phone.

And it was weird.

-Oh, my fucking God.
-What?

-That's him.
-Who?

The guy.

-What guy?
-The one from the motel.

Okay, what guy are
we looking at, exactly?

Okay, the one in the apron,
serving the chili.

-I swear to God.
-No fucking way. Jules,
do you know who that is?

-Yeah, the guy from the motel.
-That's Cal Jacobs.

-Who's that?
-Nate Jacobs's dad.

-That's Nate's dad?
-Yes, that's Nate's dad.

-No fucking way!
-Yes, fucking way.

-You're full of shit.
-No way.

You're full of shit.

Do you--
Do you know who he is?

He fucking owns
half this town.
He built it.

All the apartment buildings
past Kemper, they're his.

-Rue, I swear to God.
-There's no way.

-That's the guy I fucked.
-There's no way.

Bullshit.

I'm being
a hundred percent serious.

-You-- You don't believe me?
-No, actually.

-I don't.
-Okay. Watch.

-Jules: Excuse me, sir.
-Cal: Hmm?

Hi. Can I help you?

Uh, can I please have
a small cup of chili?

Yeah, sure.

Cal:
Oh.

Shoot.

Sorry.

Uh, it-- it's okay.
It was my fault.

I'll get you another cup.

Hi. It's two dollars.
All the proceeds go
to the football team.

Uh... cool.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Aaron:
Yo, Nate, who was that?

Her name's Jules.
She's new here.

Aaron:
She goes to East Highland?

Yeah. She's a junior.

Aaron:
Damn. That's jailbait.

That's too bad.

-Rue: ...nuts!
-Jules: Why the fuck
did you let me do that?

Rue: I didn't let you do that!
You just fucking--

You just did it.
You went over there
and you did it. (scoffs)

Did you see that
his hands were fucking shaking?

-Yes, and then he dropped--
-And then he fucking
dropped the chili!

-Oh, my God.
-He dropped
the fucking chili.

Oh, he dropped
the fucking chili.
And then he--

And then you looked at me.

Yeah, because
I was screaming inside.

Yeah, well, that made him
fucking look at me.

-He looked at me
in the fucking eyes.
-I'm sorry.

(groans) I feel so bad.
That was literally
the meanest thing

-I've ever done.
-Oh, shit, hold on.
It's my mom.

Hey, Mom.

Yeah. Yeah, no.

Well, because she's been
in the Gravitron for like
20 straight minutes.

Yes, yes. I promise.
We will be home by ten.

Okay, I love you, too.

Apparently, Gia's
not answering her phone.

-Jules: Uh...
-It's just going
straight to voicemail.

(sniffs, sighs)

(sniffs)

It burns.

Maddy:
It's so weird
to think that, like,

no matter what happens,

the universe is just out here
giving, like, zero fucks.

Wow.

(laughing)

-Gia: You look super cute.
-Emma: Thanks. You, too.
I love that shirt.

Gia: Thank you.
Even though I have
the same body as Bruno Mars.

-Shut up, you look hot.
-No, I don't.

-Yes, you do.
-No, I don't, 'cause these
right here, they're cutlets.

Emma: No, they're not.
Trust me, these guys
are super chill, okay?

Do not worry.

-Your mom's, like,
all organic, right?
-Oh, yeah. Yeah.

-There's your issue.
-What do you mean?

Uh, organic food
doesn't have any
good hormones.

You gotta get her to buy, like,
the regular stuff, okay?

What's the regular stuff?

-Trust me. Oh, and milk,
and milk.
-Gia: No!

-I hate milk!
-At least three glasses a day.
Three glasses.

Emma: That's how I went
from a small A to a full B.

-(Gia groans)
-Mm-hmm.

-Fine, I'll try it.
-I'm telling you.

-You gotta do it.
-How old are the boys again?

They're, like, our age.
Yeah.

-(Ethan laughs)
-Kat: That's a lot.

-I know.
-They are so good.

-Right?
-I could drink these, like,
every day of my life.

Yes. Uh, how 'bout you grab
another slushie,

I go get more tickets,
and then get super drunk
and ride the Ferris wheel?

Deal.

-Okay.
-Okay. All right.

-All right.
-(both laugh)

-Thank you.
-No problem.

Just tell your sister
I really need her

-to cover my shift
on Wednesday.
-Okay.

For real.
She's not answering
any of my texts.

I promise you
I will say something.

Becky: I'm supposed to meet
my boyfriend's family
for the first time.

It's really important.

Yeah, I got you.

Thank you.
You're the best.

-Maddy: Honestly,
fuck that whole family.
-Cassie: For real.

'Cause right now
I'm looking at a thousand
versions of myself,

and not only do I look good,
I fucking feel good.

-It's a bitch.
-So, if they've got
something to say,

they should just say it
to my face, right?

-Or you could just say it
to their fucking face.
-Right?

That's what I would do.

-I feel like this
is a turning point.
-Totally.

We should just pick
the hottest,

most confident,
bad bitch version of ourselves,

and be that for the rest
of the school year.

-Maddy: Yo.
-(both laugh)

And this year's winner
of the chili cook-off is...

Cal Jacobs!

-(crowd cheering)
-Make it six years and running!

(cheering, whistling)

Yeah, I'm not supposed
to be here right now,

because I'm dressed
like a hooker,

and none of you like me,

but I just wanted to say
congratulations.

Nate:
Maddy, get out of--

-(clattering)
-Crowd: Ooh!

What in God's name
is your problem?

-You, cunt.
-(crowd gasps)

-Hey.
-'Sup, Cass?

You wanna ride the carousel?

Daniel:
Cool.

Shit.
She's not answering.

-It's just going straight
to voicemail.
-I mean, she can't be too far.

Well, I have to get her home
in like, 30 minutes.

-Gia!
-Gia!

Excuse me. Sorry.

Gia!

-Gia!
-Rue: Gia!

Fuck. Okay. Uh...

It'd be faster
if we split up.

-Yeah. Okay.
Text me. Thank you.
-Okay.

-(Maddy giggling)
-Nate: I'm not gonna let you
fucking embarrass me

like that again,
I swear to fucking God.

(Maddy giggles)

Nate: Shut the fuck up!
I'm fucking done with you!

-I'm so fucking done with you.
-Maddy: So what else is new?

-I'm not fucking joking.
-Yeah, fucking right.
(giggles)

Calling my mom a cunt.
What the fuck is actually wrong

-with your fucking brain?
-I think you're overreacting.

-(Nate slaps)
-(thuds)

-(breathing heavily)
-(Maddy wheezes)

You're fucking dead to me.

-(Maddy wheezes)
-Fuck you.

(gasps)

-I do have one question, though.
-Yo, what?

Aaron: Man, I'm telling you,
that girl has some real,
fucking issues.

I have to use the bathroom.

-(fireworks popping, whistling)
-Gia!

Gia!

Gia!

Got an extra cigarette?

(moans)

(laughs)

(Cassie squeals)

Damn, you're so fucking hot.

(Cassie laughs)

I could ride
the carousel for hours!

(laughs)

-Emma. Yo.
-Yo, Rue. What up?

-Have you seen Gia?
-Yeah, like, over there.

-Over where? Where is she?
-You know. Like, the Gravitron.

-Is she in the Gravitron?
-No, she's like, by it.

I-- I really have to pee.

(fireworks whistling, popping)

Jules:
Gia!

Gia!

Gia!

Aren't you Luke Kasten?

Yeah.

You used to go
to East Highland, right?

Yeah, like,
fuckin' forever ago.

I used to hear stories
about you, like, all the time
in middle school.

Oh, yeah?
What kind of stories?

That you had a...

have a really big dick
and fucked every girl
in your grade.

Basically.

That's cool.

How old are you?

Sixteen.

(Cassie moaning)

(moans)

I'm just saying,
as your girlfriend,

those pictures
are a little suspicious.

Nate:
It's not what it looks like.

Yeah? Well, then,
explain to me
why you have

someone else's
dick in your phone.

It's really
fucking complicated.

How many reasons
could there be?

I can't explain it
to you right now.

Yeah, what does that mean?

Look, I'm going through
a lot of shit right now.

I need-- I just--
I need you to promise me

that you're not gonna
tell a soul.

I am not gonna
tell anyone, I promise.

-Like, on your life.
-Yeah, on my life.

I'm sorry I got so angry
at you before.

I am sorry.

I'm sorry.

(sniffles)

I love you.

Maddy, I love you.

I got a lot of sh...

a lot of shit
going on right now
and I'm really confused.

I don't know what to do.

(noisy chattering)

(fireworks crackling)

(moaning)

(breathing heavily)

(moaning loudly)

(shudders, gasps)

(voices murmuring)

(voices murmuring)

Man: Mmm!

Ho, ho, ho. Nasty!

(gasping)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(Troy chattering indistinctly)

Gia!

What the hell?
I've been calling you.

Rue.

-Are you stoned right now?
-Nah. Um-mm.

-(laughs)
-(all laugh)

-Troy: We're just chillin'.
-Gia: Yeah, that's my sister.

-Yo, Roy.
-What's up?

This is Rue's little sis.

Oh, yeah. I knew that
by the way she was
hittin' the weed.

-(laughter)
-That's me.

All right, Gia, get up.
Let's go.

Troy:
What do you mean, let's go?
You see we're having

a funky good time.

-That's great.
-I'm having the best time.

-We need to go, now.
-We having the best time.

Gia, get the fuck up
and let's go.

-I'm not playing with you.
Let's go.
-Troy: Wow.

What'd you do?
Decide to just clean up,

-and, like, oh, I wanna
become a mom? Like...
-Right?

-Relax.
-Rue: Gia, get the fuck up.
Let's go.

-Now.
-Mom.
What's your problem, Mom?

-Hey, if she's a mom,
you know she a MILF.
-(laughter)

-(laughing)
-Get up.

Yo, for real. When'd you
become such a bitch?

(snickers)

Excuse me?

Was it after
you fuckin' OD'd?

Troy: Yeah. It's good.
I know it's only weed,

but you might get addicted.

Get up.

Just hope you don't
get addicted again.

All I'm saying is,
if I were you,

I wouldn't be taking
advice from her.

Troy:
Yo. Text me.

Rue:
Don't do that shit again,
all right?

You fucking scared me.

(phone chimes)

(phone bloops)

Cal:
Hey.

Look, I know you have the power
to ruin my life right now.

I'm begging you,

pleading with you,

please don't.

I know you already
told your friend.
I saw her look at me.

She won't tell anyone.

-I promise.
-'Cause if this ever came out,

I'd lose everything.
I'd lose everything.

I'll do whatever
you want me to do.

I have no intention
of, like, hurting you
or anything.

I'm sorry about earlier.

That was kind of dumb.

That's okay.

I just wanted to...

It won't be a thing.

-Don't worry.
-Thank you.

Thank you so much.

(phone dings)

Where were you?

-What's wrong?
-I just think the Molly's, like,
way too strong or something.

So... did you come?

No.

Uh, do you think
Mom's gonna be

sitting in the living room
when we get there?

-No, she won't.
-Okay.

Because, if, um...

If I walked in there,
I wouldn't know what to say.

-I wouldn't say hi.
-No, she's--
She's gonna be in her bed.

Trust me. Look, I need you,
when we get home,

to just go straight
to your room and hide
under the covers. Okay?

Just let me deal with her.

Wh-what are you
gonna tell her?

(sighs)
I don't know yet.

-(giggles)
-What are you laughing at?

-You good? (laughs)
-(Gia giggles)

Rue:
Come here.

(chattering)

(both laughing)

(Gia giggles)

She's still a little sick
from riding the Gravitron
so many times.

-Leslie: Should I check on her?
-Oh, no. It's good. I got it.

Thank you for looking out
for her tonight.

-Of course.
-Love you.

-Love you, too.
Good night, Mom.
-Good night.

(TV playing indistinctly)

(sighs)

(sniffling, sobbing)

(crickets chirring)

(Marsha sighs, scoffs)

Marsha:
Hey. Shut the door.

(door closes)

(lock clicks)

(cases clacking)

(clacking continues)

(phone bloops)

(sighs)

Jules:
Hey.

Tyler?

No. No!

No, I'm not trying
to hurt you. I'm not.

I'm not here to hurt you.

I know that you have
these ideas about me,

based on the first time
that we met,
and I understand that.

But I'm not the person
that you met that night.

Can you let go of me?

You know,
over the past few weeks...

I've spent...

every moment of every day
getting to know you.

At night...

I fall asleep to you.

And in the morning...

I wake up to you.

I kind of feel closer to you
than I do to anyone
in the whole world.

(sniffles)
I don't trust you, Nate.

I don't trust you, either.

-(whispers):
Open your mouth.
-(whispers) Nate...

Wider.

Nate. Nate, stop.

God, are
you broken inside.

And that's precisely why
I don't trust you.

Because you're so broken
you don't even trust yourself.

And that's scary.

Not just for you,
but for me.

And for my entire family.

(phone buzzes)

I wouldn't answer that.
You're gonna wanna hear this.

Over the last three weeks,

you have knowingly
produced and distributed
child pornography.

Including obscene images
that were taken
on school property.

I've compiled
all these photos,

along with an IP address,
and an account that's linked
to your name.

I don't know if you're familiar
with child pornography laws
in this state.

But they apply to minors
just as they apply to adults.

I sent them to you.

No. You sent them

to an account of a person
that doesn't fucking exist.

And I mean,
anyone can anonymously report
child pornography, right?

-Then I'd tell
them everything.
-Okay.

You could do that, but, um...

here's what would
definitely happen.

You'd end up on
a sex offenders list.

It means no more college.

It's gonna be
very fucking difficult
to find a job.

And everywhere you go,

for the rest of your life,

you'll be harassed,
and spat at,

and treated like
a fucking animal.

You deserve better than that.
'Cause I know you.

You're kind.

You're smart.
You're generous.

You got a big heart.

You deserve whatever
the fuck it is in this world
that you want.

So keep your head down.

Keep your mouth shut.

Don't try to ruin my life,

and I won't have to ruin yours.

You know what I think?

I think you're a fucking faggot,
just like your daddy.

(slapping)

-(breathes heavily)
-(Jules gasping)

You have a nice night.

(soft knocking)

(knocking continues)

-Hey.
-Hey. Do you think I could,
uh, sleep over?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.
Come on.

Is everything okay?

Um...

Here.

So how'd the date go with Tyler?

Um...

He didn't look like
his picture.

Come here.

Are you sure you're okay?

What?