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LESLIE BENNETT: I'm very happy for you, Rue.

You're about to start a brand-new chapter.

You think 'cause I went to rehab I stayed clean?

(HEAVY SIGH)

BOY: Some new girl I think you're gonna be friends with.

-I'm Rue. -Jules.

Hi.

BOY 2: You're fucking crazy.

I'm just trying to get back at my ex-boyfriend.

CAL JACOBS: You can stay in a town like this,

end up like me,

living your life out in motel rooms.

Why don't you take your top off?

I know what you want.

This bitch is gonna get fucked up!

JULES VAUGHN: You wanna fucking hurt me?

Where you headed to?

JULES: Home.

RUE BENNETT: And then... things got weird.

Rue: Sometimes, when I get really high,

I kind of think I'm psychic.

(chatter, laughter)

Rue: When Nate Jacobs was 11 years old,

he found his dad's porn collection.

His dad, Cal, was obsessive.

His mom always said that's who he got it from.

Then he quickly realized that the colored cases

and placement were no accident.

It was an elaborate code,

one to ensure that no one fucked with his shit.

Cal (on computer): I have a very pretty dick. Do you want to see it?

Boy (on computer): What do you like to be called? Mister?

Master?

Daddy?

Cal: For y ou? You can call me "Daddy."

Open wider.

Wider.

More like that.

-(pounding) -(boy grunting)

-Boy: Yeah! -Cal: Good?

Boy: Yes, Daddy. I'll be good.

Rue: Every video was basically the same.

Cal: Oh, you are all woman, aren't you?

- Mostly. -Cal: Mostly.

Rue: They'd drink, make small talk...

-Cal: Oh, don't make me come. -(gagging)

I-- I want to wait for that. (laughs)

-(moaning) -Rue: ...a nd then his dad would fuck the shit out of some...

Fucking whore. Fucking slut.

-(panting) -(door slams)

-(Nate panting) -(footsteps ascending stairs)

(DVD drive whirs)

(footsteps approaching)

(lock clicks)

(door squeaks open)

(door closes)

Cal: I want to talk to you.

You're a strong man, Nathaniel.

I knew it from the moment you were born.

You have an... iron will,

drive, determination.

I've always admired that in you.

Because some day, it will lead you to greatness.

But no one in this world will ever root for you.

They'll see what I see and they'll despise you for it.

Sometimes you'll know, and sometimes you won't.

But the farther you go, the sharper their blade.

(whispers): Just don't ever give them an opening.

(sighs)

Rue: By 12, he had adopted a rigid diet and workout schedule.

Within a year, his body fat dropped from 23% to 6%.

♪ Oh! ♪

(roars)

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ Player, player, put the money on it ♪

-♪ Oh! ♪ - ♪ Mm! ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

(roars)

-Nate: Ready? All right! -(others shout)

Rue: He joined the football team as a freshman

and quickly excelled.

-(Nate yells) -(players yelling)

Nate: Red, 32, hut!

Rue: By the year's end,

he was not only the starting quarterback,

but the team captain.

Keep it together, Nate. Stay focused.

All right, let's fucking go!

(crowd cheering)

Rue: He loved the crowds,

the pats on the back, the cheers, the feeling of winning.

(howls)

(cheering)

But he hated being in the locker room.

He hated how casual his teammates were about being naked...

-Woo! -(players yelling, cheering)

Rue: ...how they'd talk to him with their dicks hanging out.

He made a concerted effort to always maintain eye contact during these exchanges.

Every now and then, he'd forget,

and accidentally catch a glimpse of someone's penis.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ Mm! ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ Player, player, put the money on it ♪

-♪ Oh! ♪ -♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

Rue: His older brother Aaron was a fuck-up.

He could tell his dad didn't like Aaron,

didn't think he had guts or brains

or half a fucking clue.

And Nate agreed.

(gunshots echo)

He didn't talk to his dad that much,

but they didn't need to.

They had a good relationship.

He didn't like his mother either.

She was weak, and a pushover.

Plus, she didn't take care of herself.

He made a long mental checklist

of the things he liked and disliked about women.

He liked tennis skirts and jean cut-offs,

but not the kind so short you could see the pockets.

He liked ballet flats and heels.

He hated sneakers and dress shoes.

What was fine with sandals, as long as they were worn with a fresh pedicure.

He liked thigh gaps, hated cankles.

He liked tan lines, long necks, slender shoulders.

He liked good posture and fruit-scented body mist.

He liked full lips, and small noses.

He liked chokers, but the lacy ones

with flower cutouts or delicate patterns.

He hated girls who sat like boys,

talked like boys, acted like boys.

But there was nothing on planet Earth he hated more

than body hair.

(chattering)

That's one of the first things he noticed about Maddy.

She was basically hairless.

He'd walk her home from school every day.

It made him feel good to know that he was there to protect her.

He knew the world was full of men who wanted to hurt Maddy.

Men who would hang out the windows of their cars and scream obscenities at her.

College guys who wouldn't think twice about drugging her.

Lonely guys who'd spot her at a mall.

Men who'd rape her, torture her, sell her into sexual slavery.

-(Maddy gasps) -Rue: He didn't even like to think about it.

(bindings squeaking)

Rue: He did, however,

like to think about the things he'd do to protect her.

(gunshot)

If anyone ever tried to hurt you, I'd kill them.

You're, like, the sweetest guy ever.

Rue: He also liked that Maddy was a virgin,

that no guy had ever put his penis in her.

You're a virgin?

Yeah.

-Like, fully? -Yeah.

What about like...

-Have you ever been fingered? -Only my own.

Rue: He sometimes imagined marrying Maddy and starting a family.

-(Nate panting) -He knew he didn't want boys, though.

But he also didn't like the idea of having girls.

Plus, Maddy could be a real bitch.

Like that night at McKay's party,

something just flipped.

And he knew he had anger issues,

but, I mean, so did every guy.

It's not like there was anything in his life he could trace it back to.

It was just... who he was,

and who he'd always be.

Cal: What are you doing?

Nothing, I just came to... came to say goodnight.

Good night.

Good night.

(door closes)

(breaks squeak)

♪ Vroom on a Yamaha Chromed out eleven hundred ♪

♪ What I'm doing, gettin' money ♪

♪ What we doin', getting money ♪

♪ What they doin', hatin' on us, but they never cross ♪

♪ Cash money still a company, and bitch, I'm the boss ♪

♪ And I be stuntin' like my daddy ♪

♪ Stuntin' like my daddy, Stuntin' like my daddy ♪

Rue: It was the first day of school, and my heart was racing.

I had made a new best friend, and for the first time since getting out of rehab,

I was feeling good about the world.

Rue: I've got an idea.

What?

Wanna get high?

Jules: What is it?

No idea.

Didn't you just get out of rehab?

Yeah.

Should I be concerned?

Maybe.

I feel like this isn't a good idea.

I kinda disagree.

Jules (slowed voice): Rue.

♪ Yeah, Mount Everest ain't got shit on me ♪

(slowed speech): Do you feel anything?

Jules: Uh-uh.

♪ 'Cause I'm on top of the world ♪

Do you feel anything?

Rue: No.

Jules: Rue, what's wrong?

Just so happy.

♪ 'Cause I'm on top of the world ♪

(both laugh softly)

Whoa.

-Whoa. -(both laugh)

Rue: I know you're not allowed to say it...

...but drugs are kind of cool.

Rue: Whoa.

I mean, they're cool before they wreck your skin...

-(distant siren blaring) -...and your life...

Can you grab me a towel?

-Rue: ...and your family. -(sobbing)

Paramedic: Gia, I need you to grab me a towel.

-MAN: What have you got? -Paramedic: I found her down.

I gave her one dose of Narcan...

Rue: That's when they get uncool.

♪ Oh! ♪

Rue: It's actually a very narrow window of cool.

(ambulance siren blares)

♪ Doing it all for love ♪

Paramedic: I'll wait with you until your mother comes home.

You want to watch some TV?

Rue: And once you pass through that window of cool...

♪ Doing it all for love ♪

This is embarrassing.

I feel like everyone knows.

Rue, I don't want to turn this into a competition,

but, like, I win.

-For, like, a multitude of reasons. -I just...

I don't want to deal with all the fucking questions.

I still win.

Wait, you're alive?

-Like, what the fuck? -(Jules laughs)

Oh, shit, that's the girl who tried to commit suicide at McKay's.

Cassie and Maddy: Wait, what?

Oh, yeah. I forgot. You guys both was fuckin'.

Ugh! Why does everybody think we fucked?

♪ Yeah, I know the pussy ♪

Rue: Now Maddy knew she had an optics issue,

along with a mountain of evidence against her.

So, last night, while texting with Nate...

(phone chimes)

...Maddy had an idea.

(phone bloops)

(phone bloops)

Alcohol is not good for me.

So you did fuck him.

-Honestly, I think I blacked out. -Cassie and BB: For real?

Maddy!

Hey, you.

BB: Oh, look! It's our new sexpert!

-Congratulations, bitch! -Welcome to the club!

Rue: Now, when Kat told BB she lost her virginity

to some dude whose name she didn't remember,

she knew she'd tell Maddy, and Cassie, and the rest of the fucking planet Earth.

But that was kind of the point.

She was just relived that it was no longer a thing.

(students murmuring)

Mm.

Hey, I'm Ethan.

Please don't be a mass shooter.

What?

(snickers) Sorry, it's just, like, the first thing that came to mind.

Oh, my God.

Am I giving off shooter vibes?

-Eh. -Really?

-Eh, you know. -Shit. (laughs)

Look, I don't know. What's your Reddit username?

Um, it's IncelUprising.

-I'm joking. A joke. (chuckles) -(Kat chuckles)

I'm Kat.

Uh, I'm Ethan.

-Yeah, you said that. -(bell rings)

Biology teacher: Okay, listen up, everybody.

Welcome to Biology 301.

Mrs. Applegate: So, let's start with a little improvisation.

I'd like each of you to get up and tell us a five-minute story about your summer.

(Rue groans softly)

Looks like we have our first volunteer: Rue.

Rue (mutters): Please don't do this to me.

Come on, everyone. Let's give her a little encouragement.

Rue: Um, a memory?

Mrs. Applegate: Anything that had an impact on you this summer.

Uh, I don't... I don't...

I can't think of...

Mrs. Applegate: Just... relax your body.

-Release the tension. -(Rue exhales)

Mrs. Applegate: And just breathe.

We recommend taking her directly to the rehabilitation center.

So this... this summer?

Mrs. Applegate: Yes.

♪ Mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

(sniffles)

Let's go.

I'm-- I'm having trouble, uh, like, remembering...

uh, something, you know.

Mrs. Applegate: Just tell us a specific memory.

Rue: Uh, okay. Uh...

I was, um, with my mom, and my, uh, my little sister,

and we were, uh, listening to this...

this song.

♪ Fly ♪

♪ Fly me to the moon ♪

I know you know this song.

♪ And let me play among the stars ♪

♪ Let me see ♪

(chattering, laughing)

♪ Oh, I wanna see what spring is like ♪

♪ On Jupiter ♪

♪ On Jupiter and Mars ♪

♪ In other words ♪

♪ Hold my hand ♪

♪ In other words, darling ♪

-♪ I love ya ♪ -(Gia giggles)

♪ Girl ♪

♪ Fill ♪

♪ Fill my heart with song ♪

♪ I wanna sing to ya, darling ♪

♪ Forevermore ♪

(arguing)

Leslie: Are you doing drugs in my house?

-Rue: What are you doing? -(shouting indistinctly)

Keep it!

(laughing): I'm not joking!

I need to... I need to go!

-Dad's so fucking proud, Mom. -Oh, really?

Dad's so fucking proud.

Rue: Get off of me!

-I don't give-- -Rue: Get off of me!

Back the fuck up. Back the fuck up and let me out of this fucking house.

♪ I'm simply trying to tell you ♪

♪ That I care for ya, darling ♪

Here we go now.

♪ Ha! ♪

♪ Fly ♪

♪ Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, Fly me to the moon ♪

-(Rue chattering) -(Leslie laughing)

♪ And let me play among... ♪

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(sniffling)

I'm sorry, but I-- I can't think of anything, so...

Mrs. Applegate: Just...

Um... uh...

I'm, uh... I'm done.

-Rue: Do I have to do this? -Girl 1: She's a mess, dude.

Honestly, I bet it's brain damage.

You're being fucking rude.

(lock clicks)

-(knocking) -(whispers): Fuck.

-(blows) -(coughs)

(toilet flushes)

Lexi: Rue, it's me.

(groans)

Are you okay?

-You are so fucking stupid, Lexi. -Why?

'Cause I already flushed everything down the fucking toilet.

Well, I just came to check on you.

I don't w-- I don't want you to fucking check on me,

whether I'm fine or I'm not fine.

What difference are you going to make?

Are you going to give me some life advice?

You gonna fucking help me?

Well, you're, like, one of my best friends.

Give me a fucking break. 'Cause we went to fucking pre-school together?

That does not make us best fucking friends.

You say all this, but what happens in three days

when you knock on my door asking me to piss in some Tylenol bottle?

What, you're gonna say the opposite?

How we've known each other since pre-school and we're best friends?

It's like you have a split personality disorder.

Sorry if I miss the old you.

I slept like shit, too.

Yeah, I miss you.

Ali: My name is Ali, and I'm an addict.

Crowd: Hi, Ali.

Actually, an addict is a nice word for it.

I was a stone-cold crackhead.

I was also a firefighter, so I thought, you know...

the two might cancel each other out. As long as I saved lives,

I was well within my right to destroy my own.

The problem was, I was...

I was also a father, to two young girls.

My girls live in Texas.

I speak to them whenever I can.

Drugs can take away a lot.

Rue: The first time I tried Oxycontin, I was 13.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

What do these feel like?

They're the absolute worst.

Rue: I used to take care of my dad after school

because my mom had to take a second job to cover the medical bills.

(coughs softly)

Rue: A state-issued nurse would come by every day for two hours,

and she'd, legit, just play Candy Crush on her phone.

But, anyway, the point is,

he had, like, a bunch of pills.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

-(woman humming on TV) -(Robert and Rue laughing quietly)

(both laughing)

(humming)

Rue: He was too out of it to know I was high.

And I always have the best time with you.

Robert: Me, too.

-(woman singing on TV) -Man (on TV): Do you mind?!

(Robert and Rue laughing)

Hey. Uh, I'm gonna need you to do me a big favor.

You see, there are a bunch of these meetings

that I was supposed to attend that I didn't...

actually attend, so...

I'm gonna need you to backdate this slip.

Uh, yeah.

Ethically, that's a line I will not cross.

Hmm.

What if I, uh...

suck your dick?

Like, in my car?

I'm 17, you fucking creep. Sign the slip.

(clears throat)

Pleasure doing business with you.

Man (whispering): Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Leslie: Rue.

Love you.

Love you, too.

(show playing indistinctly)

(phone chimes)

-(TV show plays) -(phone buzzes)

(woman moans on phone)

Um, I'm gonna be right back.

(Kat moaning)

-Wes: Fuck, yeah. -(slapping)

-(moaning continues) -Wes: Fucking slut.

(murmurs): Oh, fuck!

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

(phone bloops)

-(phone bloops) -Kat (sighs): Oh.

Rue: She never admitted it,

and no one could ever prove it,

but we all knew it was her.

(students chattering)

-(door slams) -(retching)