All language subtitles for Euphoria S01E01 Pilot Sub_Subtitles02.ENG

I was once happy. Content.

Sloshing around in my
own private, primordial pool.

Then one day, for
reasons beyond my control,

I was repeatedly crushed...

Over and over by the cruel
cervix of my mother, Leslie.

I put up a good
fight, but I lost,

for the first time,
but not the last.

I was born three
days after 9/11.

I can hear you, I can hear you,
the rest of the world hears you,

and the people who
knocked these buildings down

will hear all of us soon.

Usa, usa! Usa, usa!

My mother and father spent
two days in the hospital,

holding me under the
soft glow of the television,

watching those towers
fall over and over again,

until the feelings of grief
gave way to numbness.

And then, without warning,

a middle-class childhood
in an American suburb.

Thirteen... fourteen...

Fifteen... sixteen...

- What are you looking at, rue?
- Seventeen...

Rue, look at me.

- One, two, three...
- What are you doing, rue?

I'd say she's suffering from
obsessive compulsive disorder...

It's not like I was
physically abused...

...attention deficit disorder...

- ...or had a shortage of clean water...
- ...General anxiety disorder...

...or was molested
by a family member.

...and possibly bipolar disorder.
But she's a little young to tell.

So, explain this shit to me.

Honey, it's just the way
your brain was hardwired.

Plenty of great, intelligent, funny,
interesting, and creative people

have struggled with the
same things you struggle with.

Like who?

Vincent van Gogh.

Sylvia plath.

And your favorite,
Britney Spears.

- She's bald!
- Oh, my god!

She is completely bald.

I don't remember much
between the ages of eight and 12.

Just that the world moved
fast and my brain moved slow.

Does anybody have any idea
of what a preposition might be?

And every now and then, if I focused
too closely on the way I breathed...

...I'd die.

Slow down, just breathe.

Until every second of every day,

you find yourself trying
to outrun your anxiety.

What's wrong, rue?

And quite frankly...

I'm just fucking exhausted.

You said the doctor was in our network.
How could he suddenly be out of network?

I can't afford it.

Did you see that video
of the beauty queen

who got acid thrown on her face?

- Mm, what? No.
- It's pretty fucked up.

- Hey, mom, you got any tampons?
- In my bathroom, under the sink.

And at some point, you make a choice
about who you are and what you want.

Oh, my...

All right, Gia, let's roll.

Why is the co-payment $300?

Rue, did you eat breakfast?

- What's with the sunglasses?
- What sunglasses?

I just showed up one day,
without a map or a compass...

Attention, students,
we need to lockdown.

...or to be honest, anyone capable of
giving on iota of good fucking advice.

And I know it all may
seem sad, but guess what?

I didn't build this system,
nor did I fuck it up.

And then it happens. That moment
when your breath starts to slow.

And every time you breathe, you
breathe out all the oxygen you have.

And everything stops:

Your heart, your lungs,

then finally, your brain.

And everything you feel, and wish,
and want to forget, it all just sinks.

And then suddenly...

...you give it air
again, give it life again.

I remember the first time it happened to
me I got so scared I wanted to call 911.

Go to the hospital and be kept
alive by machines and apple juice.

But I didn't want
to look like an idiot,

and I didn't want to
fuck up everyone's night.

And then over time,
it's all I wanted...

Those two seconds
of nothingness.

I spent a good portion of the
summer before junior year in rehab.

God Grant me the Serenity to
accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to
change the things I can,

and the wisdom to
know the difference.

Rue!

- Come here!
- Hey.

- How are you?
- Good.

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

Look at you. Are
you growing? No.

Hey!

I'm very happy for you, rue.

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

It was the end of summer,
the week before school started.

I had no intention of staying clean.
And Jules had just moved to town.

There's some new girl in town
that I think you gonna be friends with.

- Who?
- Shit, I don't know.

She came in yesterday
lookin' all sailor moon and shit.

I'm thinking to myself, like, look like
somebody rue would get along with.

Which was sort of like a
dead-on observation for fezco,

who's not normally revolving in
the same direction as planet earth.

So, how long you been back?

- Five days.
- And like, how are you feeling?

I mean, ever since I gave my life
over to my lord and savior Jesus Christ,

things have been,
like, really good.

- Word? That's what's up.
- Yeah.

- I'm fucking with you. It was a joke.
- Shit.

Hey, I don't judge.

- But low-key, is ashtray in the back?
- Are you serious?

What, you think 'cause I
went to rehab, I stayed clean?

I mean, ain't that the point?

Yeah, well, the world's
coming to an end,

and I haven't even
graduated high school yet.

I thought your ass was dead.

I thought you had asperger's
till I realized you're just a prick.

This is a fickle industry.
Y'all come and go.

I'm just trying to stack my
cash, pay off our mortgage.

So what the fuck you want?

- You don't want to try nothin' new?
- Like what?

2c-t-2, 2c-t-7, and 5-meo-dipt.

I'm sorry, I have zero
fucking idea what you just said.

It doesn't matter. But
this shit is fucking lit.

- What is it?
- N-diisopropyl-5-methoxytryptamine.

It's a fast-acting psychedelic.

Got some similarities to LSD,
but with, like, key differences.

Not as visual and shit, but
definitely a sense distorter.

What's wrong?

I'm just so happy.

I don't know. The shit's
been blowing up in tampa,

and mad people
like to fuck on it.

- Okay. Yeah.
- That'll be 120.

- Fez said he'd spot me.
- Fezco don't spot nobody.

Yeah, well, it's a post-rehab
discount, so you should ask him.

I will go ask him, 'cause
I know you're full of shit.

In truth, I didn't have
much of an issue with Nate

until all the
bullshit with Jules.

I mean, I never liked him, and
once, during freshman formal,

he tried to finger me on the
dance floor without my permission.

But like... it's america.

And if they were throwing
an end-of-summer party...

Yo, I'd do it for rue!

...of course I'd fucking go.

Yo. The whole world's
gonna be talking about

how McKay threw the grimiest
fucking banger of the summer.

I don't know, bro. You know my mom
is real ocd. A little scratch on the wall,

the dishes are out of order.

We'll just take a picture of everything.
We'll put it back the way we found it.

What the fuck is this,
mission impossible?

Would you stop
worrying about your mom,

and start worrying about
all the fucking pussy

that we're gonna
smash tonight, bro.

No, no, no, no, no. Wait.
Isn't maddy coming tonight?

I don't know. I don't give a fuck.
She broke up with me. Fuck her.

See, no, bro.
'Cause she's crazy.

I don't want her to come and
try to burn my house down.

- Burn your...
- Yeah.

Shut the fuck up.

Yo. This is exactly
what I'm talking about.

Right here. I'm gonna
tell you something...

- Don't do anything stupid. Come on.
- Yeah, yeah.

Hey, yo, what up, b?

Yo, how 'bout you come
and ride on this dick?

No, Nate, chill,
bro. Come on man.

Fuck, bro.

Whoops.

Jules moved from the city to the suburbs
after her mom and dad got divorced.

She doesn't really
like to talk about it,

but dads almost
never get full custody,

so you know some shit
definitely went down.

She went to, like, three weeks
of summer school with Kat,

who failed intro to visual arts.

- Do you think my areolas look weird?
- No.

- But, like, the edges, though.
- Maddy, they're fine.

Fine like they're kind
of weird, or fine like

nobody but me would
ever notice what I notice?

Fine like shut the
fuck up, maddy.

I'm disgusting. I
literally look disgusting.

Maddy, you just snap the fuck
out of this. You're hot as fuck.

- Nate's a loser. Who cares?
- He's not a loser. He's a dick.

All dicks are losers. Duh.

Look, bottom line: Y'all
need to walk into this party

like your pussy
costs a million dollars.

For real, I'd settle
for like fifty grand.

Fifty grand is a
million dollars.

I'd settle for, like, four corona
lights and some non-rapey affection.

- That's kind of depressing.
- Nate's totally ruined my confidence.

You know when somebody
just constantly criticizes,

like, everything about you?

Yep. That's, like, every guy.

You just need to catch a dick
and forget about your troubles.

Girl, you just need
to catch a dick.

Seriously, maddy, the best
thing to do after a breakup

is to fuck someone
new, and then move on.

Please, Kat, remind me again
how many guys you've fucked?

And, oh, yeah,
cat-fishing, that don't count.

Can you not be a cunt
for like, 15 seconds?

Dad, stop being a pervert!
We're literally, like, all naked!

Fuck.

Okay.

- Where were you?
- I went to eat.

- What do you mean, you went to eat?
- What?

What? Don't walk away from me.

- You know what, rue? I don't trust you.
- I don't know what you want me to say.

I want you to tell
me where you were.

- I just said I went to fucking eat!
- Don't you talk to me like that!

You know what? I'm
gonna drug test you.

- Don't be slamming no doors around here.
- It was an accident.

I don't care. You're not leaving
this house until you take a drug test.

- I just peed!
- Slam another door.

That girl's gonna
be the death of me.

Shit.

Now, there's a few
ways to beat a drug test.

The first is simple.
Stop doing drugs.

But if you're in a bind and
totally fucked, option one: Niacin.

It's a b vitamin that, like, breaks
down fat and chemicals or whatever,

and if you take a lot of
it, like 2,000 milligrams,

then chug a few
gallons of water,

you can flush your
system in two to three days.

The only problem is, it
has a few side effects.

Skin flushing, extreme
dizziness, vomiting,

rapid heartbeat, and
sometimes death.

I don't recommend it. Nor does
any legit drug site on the Internet.

Option 2: Synthetic urine.

Yeah, fucking right.

Option 3: Get a non-drug
addict friend to piss for you.

The only problem is...

...most over-the-counter
home drug testing kits

come with a heat-sensor strip that
detects the temperature of your urine.

And if your parents watch you
pee, you can't really do the sink trick.

So you gotta get it fresh.

Hey, rue.

- Hey, I... I need a favor.
- What?

- I... like for real, Lexi.
- What?

Side effects of this option?

Are you serious?

Please.

Thanks.

Hey, rue.

How was rehab?

Shit.

- It was good. It was really good.
- Well, that's good.

- How long have you been back?
- Five days.

Oh.

- New chapter.
- Mom.

Hmm?

Lexi and I have known
each other since pre-school.

And like, in some ways
she's my best friend,

even though I think
we've grown apart.

We don't really have
much in common anymore.

Did you meet any
cute guys there?

- Here's that eyeliner.
- Thanks.

Mom, I have to pee!

I wish we could do this in a way

that wasn't a complete
invasion of my privacy.

Well, you lost your right to
privacy after your overdose.

- That was a mistake.
- Don't be flip, rue.

Could you... thank you.

You don't understand. This
was the most frightening moment

a mother could
witness. And Gia...

- Gia, who absolutely idolizes you...
- I know, mom.

To have her find
you unconscious...

Can we just... can we not
do this right now, mom?

Rue?

Rue?

Rue.

I know a lot of you probably
hate me right now, and I get it.

If I could be a different
person, I promise you, I would.

Not because I want
it, but because they do.

And therein lies the catch.

I'm sorry... for slamming
the door earlier.

It's okay. I forgive
you. Come here.

Hey, mom?

- Yeah?
- Can I spend the night at Lexi's?

- Yeah, that's fine.
- Thanks.

Yeah.

- Where you going?
- I don't know. Some party, or something.

Or something?

Dad.

I know. You know,
just, new town. Be safe.

- Yeah. I'm fine.
- Good.

- Love you.
- I love you, too.

- Okay.
- Have fun.

Jules told me later
what had happened.

Looking back on it,

she probably would have just
been better off going to McKay's.

But...

Come in.

Yo, so, Cassie's a whore. Fact.

No, she's not. Fact. She's
not even that type of girl.

Oh. Have you seen
her slut pages, though?

- No.
- They're wild, yo.

- She's like a fuckin' freak -
Cassie's on the slut pages?

Yo, we gotta see this shit.

Yo, what are y'all even
doing out the room, man?

- Go back upstairs, bro.
- What?

- Thing one and thing two. Take it up.
- Oh, yo.

- Take it up.
- Relax. No one gets here till ten.

What's up, Nate? What's
good, what's good, good lookin'.

Look, all I'm saying is, I
think you did Cassie. That's it.

Whether I like her
or not is irrelevant.

The fact is, she's a fucking
whore through and through, bro.

All right, look, I don't know what
she's done, guys, but I'm just saying,

I think she's cool.
She's smart. She's funny.

Bro, she likes cars, man.

She loves cars. Shit,
thank you for telling me.

- What the fuck?
- Dude's got mad feelings.

For real, yo. McKay's about
to start a pinterest, guys.

Just wait. Give it a minute.

Yo, did you say you don't
know what she's done?

No, I don't know.

Take a seat. You and I are gonna take
a little trip to the land of shame, bro.

Here's the fucking thing that
pisses me off about the world.

Like, every time
someone's shit gets leaked,

whether it's j. Law
or Leslie Jones,

the whole world's like, "well
if you don't want it out there,

don't take the nudes
in the first place."

I'm sorry. I know your generation
relied on flowers and fathers' permission,

but it's 2019, and
unless you're amish,

nudes are the currency of
love, so stop shaming us.

Shame the assholes who create
password-protected online directories

of naked, underage girls.

Cassie's actually super sweet.

You remember,
like, from earlier.

- Yo, rue, rue.
- Hey. How you been?

She's just being coy.

'Cause she has a new boyfriend
she's head over heels for.

Mom, stop being retarded.
He's not my boyfriend.

Oh. Okay.

Who's that handsome young man
who came over for dinner last night?

- Oh, my god, mom! Stop!
- Christopher McKay.

So, you're dating McKay.

Okay, mom, I'm literally going
to poison you in your sleep.

So, rue, how was rehab?

Did you meet any
cute guys there?

- Here's that eyeliner.
- Thanks.

But anyway, back
to this bullshit.

And the Oscar goes to...

- Oh!
- Shit!

I'm talkin' 'bout,
like, tag team.

- That's what I'm saying. Double team.
- Like, triple.

- With Roy in the front.
- You can't tell that that's her, man.

- It's her, bro.
- This is her. Look at her titties.

You want my advice? You
fuck her like the whore she is,

you kick her ass to the curb.

If you don't, we will.

Shut your all little
virgin asses up, man.

Y'all wouldn't even
know what to do with that.

Are you crazy? I just got
a tutorial, step-by-step.

It's obvious that Nate
got in McKay's head,

because Cassie told Lexi, and Lexi
told me, that the night of the party...

What?

Nothing.

Why do you keep staring at me?

I'm sorry. Kind of
spaced out for a second.

I wasn't being weird, was I?

No. You're being cute.

Listen, I don't want to sound
corny or whatever, but...

...you are literally the most
beautiful girl I've ever seen.

They hooked up.

Fuck.

You always this wet?

Kind of. It's super
embarrassing.

- Does it turn you off?
- Not at all. It's cool.

Stay right here.

Aah!

McKay. McKay, stop! Stop...

Now, I know this looks
disturbing, but for real,

I promise you, this
does not end in a rape.

But here's the thing. Everyone
on the planet watches porn. Fact.

And if you were to click on the 20 most
popular videos on porn hub right now,

this is basically
what you'd see:

Good girl, yes, yes.

Are you gonna be
an obedient little slut?

- Say thank you, again.
- Oh, thank you.

I'm not trying to be sex negative
or anything. I'm just saying...

Stop!

...this shit isn't out
of left fucking field.

- Fuck, McKay!
- What did I do?

Why would you grab me
like that? I couldn't breathe.

- I don't know. I thought you liked that.
- Why the fuck would I like that?

Cassie, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.

I just didn't expect it.

Cassie, I'm really
sorry, okay? I'm sorry.

You know I would never
do anything to hurt you.

Just don't do it again.

Unless you ask me first.

Or I ask you.

Anyway, I didn't go to
Lexi's. That was a lie.

So, I was walking
to McKay's party,

because I have this rule that I
don't drink and bike, 'cause like...

- Is that...?
- Oh, shit. Slow down.

Dude, that's rue. Oh, my god.

- Wait. Didn't rue, like, die?
- Oh, my god, I hate ghosts.

Yo, Casper! You want a ride?

Why, thank you.

- Ah. How old are you?
- 22.

Thanks.

Do you live in town?

No. I'm just, visiting
my grandparents.

Hmm.

What about you?

Do you walk around like this?

What do you mean?

Well, this is how
you look generally?

I mean... yeah.

You're beautiful.

Thank you.

I'm envious of your
generation, you know.

You guys don't care
as much about the rules.

You know, I think
that's a good thing.

And I don't want to be that
old guy that gives you advice,

but I look at you
and I think there are...

Two versions of
how your life can go.

You can either go someplace,

where you're wanted
for who you are.

Or you can stay in a town
like this. End up like me.

Living your life
out in motel rooms.

Selfishly...

I hope you stay.

Wider.

Wider. There you go.

That's it. Good girl.

Jules once told me that
every night when she was a kid,

like, five or something...

Spit.

...she'd lock herself
in the bathroom,

get down on her
hands and knees, and...

Pray to god.

She'd pray that when she woke up
in the morning, she'd be 25 years old.

She'd live with her
best friend, a girl.

Someone she
hadn't met yet, but...

Someone she knew
she'd trust forever.

I don't know why, but
when she told me that story,

I started to cry so
hard I hyperventilated.

You're so clean. And you
don't know how rare that is.

Jules just kept laughing and
saying, "what's wrong?" But...

I didn't know.

And then, the night got weird.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Now, there's a couple versions
of what happened that night.

It all depends on who
you ask, and to be honest,

I'm not always the
most reliable narrator.

But Nate was fucking on one.

And in turn, maddy
was fucking on one.

Hi.

Get undressed. I
want to go swimming.

- You're so hot.
- I know.

You're fucking crazy.

No, I'm not. I'm just trying to get
back at my really shitty ex-boyfriend.

What?

What if I told you that I wanted
you to fuck me, right here, right now?

Are you serious?

And that's right about the time that
Jules decided to ghost her hookup

and bike over to McKay's.

Now, Jules texted Kat, but
Kat didn't answer, because...

So what's the deal
with your friend, bb?

- What about her?
- Is she a prude, or is she a slut?

Definitely a slut.

- What about you?
- What about me?

- Are you a slut?
- Yeah, I'm a fucking savage.

- Oh, yeah? What's your number?
- Higher than you two can count.

Stop playing. You're
a fucking prude.

Now, Kat wasn't a prude,
but she was a virgin.

She'd told Jules that a week into summer
school, and when Kat saw her reaction:

Bitch, this isn't the '80s.
You need to catch a dick.

She was on a mission to enter junior
year as a woman of questionable morals.

Let me ask you a question.

If I were to pull my dick out
right now, would you suck it?

- I don't know. Let me see it.
- It's not hard yet.

You've probably never
sucked a dick in your life.

- Yeah, I have.
- Most girls don't know how to suck dick.

- Yeah.
- What do you mean?

Well, they're too gentle. It's
like, they're fucking scared of it.

- Not in porn.
- Exactly.

- You watch porn?
- Doesn't everyone?

No. Every guy does. Yeah.

Not prudes. Only sluts.

- Yeah, well...
- Yeah, but like, how much?

- What?
- How much of a slut are you?

Mm. Why don't you come find out?

Why don't you take your top off?

Like, right now, in front
of... in front of these two?

Yeah.

I dare you.

Yo, you know what they say,
right? Fat girls give the best head.

I was out back talking to
fezco when Jules arrived.

What the fuck, rue?

What? What, what, what, what?

Come on now, bruh.
You owe me 120 bucks.

- My bad, man, I forgot.
- Shit, you know I ain't trippin'.

Well, to be honest with you,

your whole drug shit got
me feeling kind of uneasy.

Come on, don't
go soft on me, Fez.

No, I'm not. It's just that...

I like you. And I
missed you, bruh. Like...

That shit at the beginning of
summer had me scared as fuck.

- Yeah, you and everybody else.
- I'm serious, rue.

I've seen a lot of people die.

None like you.

I don't know what type of fucked up
shit you got going inside your head.

I don't know how to help,
but I could tell you one thing:

This drug shit,
it's not the answer.

You know, I remember
when I was eleven years old...

It was a couple months
after my dad got diagnosed,

and we got the results
back from the prognosis.

And it was really
good. It was like, 80/20.

And we decided
to celebrate, so...

We like ordered a
bunch of Chinese food.

I remember that night, I was
laying between my parents in bed,

and...

All of a sudden I
couldn't breathe.

It was like there was no
more air left in the world.

And I was gasping,
and I was panicking.

And they called the ambulance
and they thought it was like...

An allergic reaction
or some shit.

And then when I
got to the hospital,

they gave me liquid valium.

Yeah. To calm me down.

And when it hit me, I thought...

This is it.

This is the feeling I have
been searching for my entire life,

for as long as I could remember.

Because suddenly...

...the world went quiet.

And I felt safe, in my own head.

Two years later, he was gone.

Panic attacks stayed.

And I found a way to live, so...

Will it eventually
kill me? Maybe.

Fuck, maybe not. I don't know.

You still gonna
be my dealer, Fez?

You a fucking trip, bruh.

I'm too high to be having
this conversation right now.

Yeah, man. Me, too.

Me fucking too.

Yeah, that's real classy,
you fucking whore.

Suck my dick.

Ooh!

Get the fuck out of here! Get
the fuck out of the kitchen! Fuck!

Get out of here! Get
the fuck out of here!

What the fuck
are you looking at?

Who are you?

- I'm Jules. I'm a friend of...
- You're a friend of...

A friend of whose? 'Cause
you're not my fucking friend.

Who the fuck are you
friends with, Jules? Hmm?

Do you guys know
who the fuck this is?

Does anybody know who this is?

Does anybody know
who the fuck Jules is?

Anyone at all. You, do you
know who the fuck Jules is?

So, who are you?

I'm just minding my own business.
I'm not trying to start anything.

Well, no, you're not.
Nobody that looks like you

is minding their
own fuckin' business.

I know what you are.

Yeah. Yeah, I see you.

So what do you want?

You want some,
some fucking attention?

'Cause I'll give you
some fucking attention.

Yo, is anybody here
friends with Jules?

Anyone? Does anybody
know who the fuck this bitch is?

Somebody better speak up, or
this bitch is gonna get fucked up

shit!

- You wanna fucking hurt me?
- No, I was fucking kidding!

Back the fuck up! What
the fuck is your problem?

Put the fucking
knife down, okay.

- It was a joke.
- You wanna fucking hurt me?

- No, no, no...
- You have no fucking idea

- see?
- You're psycho!

- I'm fucking invincible!
- You're a fucking freak.

What the fuck?

By the way, I'm Jules.

I just moved here.

I mean... right?

Where the fuck have you been?
You missed the craziest shit ever.

I just lost my virginity.

Bitch, are you fucking
serious? With who?

This guy from St. Mary's.

- How did you like it?
- It was nice. Yeah.

Oh, my god. My little
slut. I'm so proud of you

Yo! Shit...

- Are you okay?
- Yeah. It's fine.

Guess I knew that
was gonna get violent,

and I didn't want a fucking
broken cheekbone or some shit.

Yeah, no, I totally I
get the logic behind it.

But it's still, like,
fucking insane.

- I'm rue.
- I'm Jules.

Where are you headed to?

Home. Probably.

Can I come with you?

Shh.

Let me see.

Oh.

- Shh - sorry. Sorry.

Remember when I
said things got weird?

So... yeah.

I've got an idea.

What?

Wanna get high?

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