All language subtitles for Euphoria S01E03 Made You Look Sub_Subtitles02.ENG

When Kat was 11 years old,

she went on a family
vacation to sandals, Jamaica.

I need help! Someone
get this jellyfish off me!

She quickly discovered
that she hated the ocean.

Up until that moment, Kat
had a relatively good life.

I mean, life wasn't amazing,

but it's not like she
fantasized about killing herself.

It was good enough. She was
popular enough, smart enough.

The only thing that was, like,
actually amazing was Daniel.

Daniel was like a dream,
like, gorgeous, like, really nice.

Like, the kind of boy that would text
her every night before bed and say...

And the kind of boy that would meet
her outside of school every morning

just to make sure he could hold her
hand as they walked down the hall.

She could never figure
out why Daniel chose her,

what Daniel actually
liked or loved about her.

She just knew
it felt really good.

Whatever. It didn't matter. It's
better not to jinx these things.

- Can I have another one?
- Sure.

During her eight-day
stay on that stupid island,

Kat drank 72
virgin piña coladas.

She was in heaven.

And then she got home.

Oh, my god. What happened?

When Kat had left for
Jamaica, she was 107 pounds,

when she returned, she
weighed in at whopping...

Get up!

Despite being five-two,
which was tall for her age...

Her body was not prepared
to house the extra 20 pounds.

It was noticeable.

Kat did her best to
minimize the fallout.

- You're wearing two sweatshirts?
- No.

At least Daniel didn't
make a big deal out of it.

That's why she liked him. He didn't
care about what people thought.

He liked her for whatever
reasons he liked her,

and 20 stupid pounds
would never change that.

Until fourth period.

It wasn't even in
Daniel's handwriting.

It was Kendra sutherland's.

Whatever. Fuck her. Fuck him.

She didn't actually
love Daniel. She was 11.

And when you're 11, you fall in love
with, like, everyone and everything.

It's not real love.

Real love is when you
can't exist without someone,

when you'd rather
die than be apart,

and the whole world goes
dark, and nothing else matters

but the person
standing in front of you.

I just want you to
know I'm in. I am all in.

For the first time in 140 years,

I felt something I thought
had been lost to me forever.

Say you'll wait for me.

We love each other.

That's real love, and
those were real men.

Men who'd never leave her,
disappoint her, break her heart.

Real men whose love would
spark and ignite and inspire.

The summer before high school
she started writing fan fiction.

By the year's end,
she had become

one of the most prolific
smut writers on tumblr.

She was known for her au crossovers
and her consistent nc-17 ratings.

But what made her famous
was her story, "the first night,"

a 7,000-word fic that
was largely credited

with starting the "Larry
stylinson" conspiracy theory.

That Harry styles and Louis tomlinson
of one direction were secretly fucking.

"It's the first night of
the 'take me home' tour."

London, we've got a
little song for you tonight!

"Louis was unusually nervous.

His mouth was
dry, palms sweating,

when suddenly, he felt the
press of Harry's body from behind.

"Harry can sense the nervous tension
"running through Louis's stiff body.

- 'What are you doing?'
- 'To calm your nerves.'

"'you're my best mate, and this
is what mates do for one another.'

- 'but Harry, what if someone sees?'
- 'Let them.'

"as Harry takes Louis into
his mouth with surprising ease,

he begins to suck his
cock with torturous finesse."

Kat doesn't even have asthma.

She's just fat and
doesn't wanna exercise.

With 72 hours of
publishing "the first night,"

it had garnered 184,265 notes,

and then three weeks later, Kat
had amassed over 53,000 followers.

She had become
extremely popular... online.

No one in real life knew
that she was famous.

Whomp, whomp, whomp,
whomp, whomp, whomp...

And no one online knew that her
life was actually super depressing.

Ew! Take those things off.

She'd regularly fantasize
about telling her followers

how much she hated
her school, her town,

and how everyone in it was
full of shit and a fucking asshole.

She'd tell them to
surround the school,

show up right after the
morning bell prepared for war.

They'd demand the
release of their queen.

And if anyone even hesitated...

The scary thing is,
is they'd actually do it.

They'd do anything she asked.

That's how much they loved her.

Granted, they didn't know who
she was or what she looked like.

It's me, thunderkitkat.

And then that video came out. And
they did see what she looked like,

and they still loved her.

And not only did they love
her, they wanted to fuck her.

Hey, I'm rue. I'm an addict.

Hi, rue.

And I've been clean for 60 days.

For the record, i'm
not not telling the truth.

I've actually been
doing really well.

Because the morning
after that whole

drug-dealer-face-tattoo
fentanyl excursion,

I... got in a little
bit of trouble...

Oh, shit.

...for disappearing
for like 16 hours.

Where have you been?

- I'm sorry. My phone died.
- Bullshit. You're doing drugs.

- I'm not doing drugs.
- Then where have you been?

And why weren't you
answering you phone?

- Why are you sneaking into the house?
- I was with someone.

- Who?
- It... it doesn't matter, mom.

It matters, rue.

It matters. You're doing drugs.

Gia, go back to sleep.

- Rue, are you... are you okay?
- I'm fine. You can go back to sleep.

She's okay, baby. Okay,
go to bed. Good night.

I will not allow you to
walk up into this house

at 5:30 in the morning
and lie to my face.

So tell me the truth right
now. Where were you?

I don't want to have to tell you
everything that's going on in my life.

If you want to drug test
me, just drug test me.

She wasn't the only
person upset with me.

I'm not kidding, rue. I'm not trying
to become best friends with someone

who's gonna
fucking kill themself.

I know.

I didn't mean to do this.

I've been through, like...

Enough traumatic shit
in my life that I don't...

- I can't like...
- I get it.

I get it.

I don't want to be around you
if you don't stop using drugs.

Okay.

I mean it.

I know. I'll stop.

I promise.

I just need you
to do me a favor.

You're not gonna like it.

You're still grounded until
I don't even fucking know.

- What else is there?
- I told you I wasn't lying.

So, I decided to stay clean.
And I have been, for a while.

But I've also been coming
to this meeting for longer.

Girl, it's your 60
days today, right?

Ah! Oh, god. So good!

Hmm, I don't know. I just
didn't want to depress anyone.

Plus, I really have been trying,
and that counts for something.

Two months ago, I
woke up from a comma.

I didn't know what happened,

but from the looks of my
mother and little sister's faces,

I knew that...

Whatever it was,
whatever I did...

...it wasn't good.

It scared them.

It really scared them.

And, at that moment, I decided
to at least try and change.

'Cause I owe it to them.

I owe it to everyone I love,
and everyone who loves me.

The hardest part, has been...

...feeling like I
owe it to myself.

And, maybe that'll get easier.

I hope it will. Thank you.

I don't know. It's just been a
really weird couple of weeks.

I didn't know it at the time,
but Jules was falling in love.

I'm not saying I'm in love.

I'm just saying I really,
really, really like him.

- Who? Shyguy118?
- His name is Tyler.

It doesn't really matter.
They're both little fuckboy names.

He's not. For real,
like, he's so sweet.

- What school does he go to?
- St. Mary's.

Ew. Private school.

You're just jealous.

Aside from that being a really
shitty thing to say, it's also not true.

She'd just been
acting weird all week.

I'm not jealous.

I mean, you've been
acting weird, like, all week.

- What?
- Yeah, like,

every time I'm on my
phone, you just stop talking.

- You're literally like my dad.
- Sorry.

It's fine.

You wanna see his dick?

Stick it out!

What a tiny twink!

Shut it. Just give it...

What the fuck?

Fucking step on
it. It's too small,

- it could never satisfy you.
- Kat! Dinner!

I'll get her.

Ay, Jesus, girl.

Kat! Hey!

What?

Take pictures of your toes
later. Dinner's on the table.

Bye. Love you. See ya.

I can't believe I haven't even told
you, how insane my parents are being.

All week long, she's just
been going on and on...

...about how much
she hates my dad.

I'm just like, you can't do
this to me. He's my dad.

I don't know. I know he
has issues, but so does she.

And he's not telling
me shit about her.

Yeah. That's, like, not cool of
your mom to put you in that situation.

Yeah, but if I say that, then she's
gonna make me an enemy, too.

Literally the last thing
I need right now is...

Who keeps texting you?

- My dad.
- Well, do you want me to respond?

- He's texted you like 15 times.
- No, I'll just... call him later.

I mean, it's huge, right?

- Mm...
- Don't front. It's a big dick.

You know what? It may
be, but, we can't really tell,

'cause it's just fucking
floating in space.

- So?
- So, there's no way to compare scale.

If there's a fucking hand in
the frame, at least you can be,

it's about the size of
an adult male hand.

Or like twice the size. Or a
fucking fraction of the size.

Rue. This is an
objectively big dick.

Some people say that eyes
are the windows to the soul.

I disagree.

I think it's your dick and
how you fucking photograph it.

There are two different
types of dick pics.

Solicited, and unsolicited.

Solicited makes up for about one
percent of all dick pics sent and received.

But within that one percent,
there are three categories.

Jules?

Terrifying, horrifying,
and acceptable.

I know what some
of you are thinking.

Rue, terrifying and horrifying
sound like the same thing.

Well, to a trained eye, it could
be the difference between...

Yo, sorry about the mess.
My mom's, like, out of town?

A basic hygiene issue.

Or...

...or a life or death situation.

So, here are some key
things to look out for.

Uncapped deodorant
touching the floor. Horrifying.

Jug of lotion.

Terrifying.

Dirty fingernails.

Horrifying.

A medieval sword?

Run-for-your-fucking-life
terrifying.

So, what constitutes this rarefied,
sought after, acceptable dick pic?

Wow. Okay.

So his penis is the
size of an evian bottle.

- Well, the lighting is nice.
- Mm-hmm.

- His room looks clean.
- Mm-hmm.

- Looks well-groomed.
- Right?

Okay, yeah. I'm beginning
to understand the appeal.

Thank you.

But here's the thing.

I sent him a few pics from the
school bathroom during class.

- Wait. Like, nudes?
- I can't talk about it.

- But I need your help.
- Yeah. Sure. Whatever.

I want, like, good,
professional partial nudes.

Like, classy, but not too arty.

Like, like I took them with
very little thought or effort

but could also be
in fucking moma.

Be cool, rue.

- Yeah. It's, like, easy. Whatever.
- Yeah.

Sorry. Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry.

Hey. Look at you, still
doing the grapefruit diet.

Yep, I literally wanna die.

Yeah. It's only bad
for the first two weeks.

Then your stomach shrinks, and
you adjust, and you are reborn.

Oh, wow. Can't wait.

- How much?
- That'll be $3.25.

Yo, can you please,
maybe hurry the fuck up?

Could I pay you
the rest tomorrow?

- I'm sorry, baby. There's a policy.
- Hey, Kat, I, I gotcha.

- Oh, hi.
- Hey. How you doing?

- I'm good. How are you?
- Sweet. I'm good.

- Hey, Erika. How much was it?
- $3.25.

I have, like, $1.25 here.

Do you... for a grapefruit?

- Do you want something else to eat?
- Oh, no.

No, 'cause if you don't have
enough money on you right now,

I can get you, like,
some actual food, or...

She's doing the grapefruit diet.
It's not easy. Don't tempt her.

Okay.

Cool.

All right.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, well...

- I'll see you in, biology.
- Yeah, yeah. Thanks.

- Yeah. Sure.
- Goodbye.

- Aw, man, do it upright.
- Fuck it.

- Aw, you got moked out.
- You suck, man.

So you're basically in a
long-distance relationship.

No, we like
facetime every night.

Aw, that's so sweet. You
guys are full-on in love.

Oh, my god. Stop!

- I really like you.
- I like you, too, Cassie.

I like you more.

We are not in love.

But he did invite me to
spend the weekend with him.

- Like, the whole weekend?
- Yeah, like Friday and Saturday night.

Wait, is your mom
gonna let you go?

It doesn't matter. I'll just kill her
in her sleep if she doesn't let me.

- Sounds like true love to me.
- Whatever. She can't stop me.

- Honestly, I love your mom...
- Yeah, well try living with her.

Do any of you guys
know how bitcoin works?

- Hmm. No.
- No.

But you know who probably does?

It's a worldwide cryptocurrency
and digital payment system.

I literally have no clue
what you're talking about.

Well, there's no
easier way to explain it.

Look, why don't you just tell
us what you're trying to do,

and we can tell you
how we can help.

- Unless it's human trafficking.
- I don't fuck with human trafficking.

I'm not... human trafficking.

Yeah, us, neither.

Okay.

I was just
wondering if it's like,

a good way to anonymously
get money online.

That's literally
what it's made for.

Dumb ass.

Cool.

- I feel like that's it.
- No, it's good, it's good. I like it.

Wait. Yeah, that really
does look like I took it.

- Right?
- Okay.

- It's good.
- Yeah.

- Got it.
- Do I look hot?

- Yeah.
- Hot enough that you'd want to fuck me,

or like, cute?

Like... like me?
Or like him, me?

Either.

Yeah.

- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah?

Should I, like,
show more? Like...

- I don't know.
- What do you think?

I... I mean, it's... whatever.
Whatever you, like to do.

I mean, what do
you think, though?

...fuck.

It's my mom.

Hey, mom. I'm just
at Jules's house.

Well I have na tonight.
So, like nine-thirty-ish?

Okay. Love you, too. Bye.

- Na?
- Yeah.

Narcotics anonymous.

Wait. You've been clean
for like, two weeks, right?

- Yeah. That's right.
- Rue!

- What?
- Fuck you, come here!

- What?
- You've been... come here! Oh, my god!

I'm so proud of you.

I've never met anyone
in my entire life like Jules.

I'm gonna go get a
glass of water really quick.

- Okay.
- Whatever, bitch.

Oh, fuck me.

Fuck.

- I gotta go. But, love you.
- Okay.

And I'll see you later.

- Bye.
- Love you.

Love you, too.

And, at that moment, I decided
to at least try and change.

'Cause I owe it to them.

I owe it to everyone I love
and everyone that loves me.

And, maybe...
That'll get easier.

I hope it will. Thank you.

Yo. Sixty days, no small feat.

Thanks.

- Very moving share.
- Thank you.

Can I ask you something?
How'd you survive that od?

- What do you mean?
- Somebody had to save your life, right?

- It was my sister.
- Aw, man.

- Older or younger?
- Younger.

- I have to get home, so...
- Like 12, 13?

- I don't really understand what the...
- Curiosity.

Yeah. She was 13.

That's some
heavy shit. But, hey.

We've all done some
bad shit in our lives, right?

Comes with the territory.

But, man, now you just
got me thinking about...

What that does to a
13-year-old, a 13-year-old kid,

who finds her big
sister overdosed.

What that moment
must do to somebody...

How it affects the rest
of their lives, you know,

how it affects
their ability to trust.

Leaves it hard for them to get close
to people, you know, relationships.

Makes it hard for
them to fall in love.

Living with the fear
that at any moment,

the rug can be ripped out from
under them, and they lose everything.

Especially the
people that they love.

You ever think about that?
Yeah, probably fucked up for life.

But, hey, you're gonna
have to make peace with that.

Just like you're gonna have
to make peace with the fact

that you could be responsible
for some shit like that,

and then get up in front
of a whole group of people

who are struggling
with the same issues,

and lie about being clean.
You know what I'm saying?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Listen, young blood.

You're playing pool
with Minnesota fats.

Who is Minnesota fats?

The greatest motherfucking
pool player that ever lived.

Okay.

I'm Ali.

Let me know when you want
to stop trying to kill yourself

and eat some pancakes.

How was na today?

It was good. I...

Celebrated 60 days today.

- I'm really proud of you, rue.
- Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Whatcha doin'?
- Watching my so-called life.

- Fuckin' Jordan catalano.
- I know, right?

Right.

Please promise me you will
never fall for a Jordan catalano.

But he's so cute.

Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck. It's okay.

Okay.

Hey.

Hello.

Oh, shit. No!

Oh.

Okay.

Kit... kittenkween?

- Hi.
- Hi. I'm really excited to meet you.

I've seen you dance in that
video, like, a hundred times.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah. I love your confidence.

Well, Jesus fucking Christ,
you've gotta be one of the most

beautiful creatures
I've ever seen.

I don't... I don't
know about that, but...

No, I'm serious. I'm not even
joshing you. I mean... Jesus.

But, I am gonna warn you.

I'm kind of... i'm
kind of an odd duck.

I mean, I'm serious. I
got some extreme kinks.

- Okay.
- But, I'm real gentle.

- You wanna see something?
- Sure.

- It's kind of embarrassing.
- Why?

- Well, what are you laughing at?
- Oh, no...

Have you ever seen a
penis this small before?

Oh, my god. No,
no, no. It's not small.

- Don't lie to me.
- I... I'm not lying.

- I'm not lying.
- Tell me that you'd never fuck me.

- Wait. What?
- Tell me that you'd never fuck me.

That I'm a pathetic loser.

And I could never satisfy
some beautiful Princess like you.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

- Come on, tell me you'd never fuck me.
- I wouldn't. I really wouldn't.

- Tell me I'm a loser.
- Are you crying?

Tell me I'm a pathetic
loser with a baby dick.

- Yeah, keep making fun of me.
- Wait.

- You want me to make fun of you?
- Oh, yes, kittenkween.

Come on. It turns me on.

I mean, I mean, your dick
is, like, really, really small.

- How small is it?
- Like, medically small.

Like, really tiny, and
I can barely see it.

I know. I'm pathetic.

And no woman would ever
fuck you, because you're a big,

disgusting piece of shit!

I am! I am!

Keep laughing at me!
Keep laughing at me!

- Tell me to stop touching it.
- Please stop touching it.

You're gonna make
me throw up. Stop it!

Okay, okay. Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry,
kittenkween. I'm sorry.

So you... so you'd
do anything I tell you?

- Kittenkween, I'd do anything you want.
- Why?

Because you're big, and
beautiful, and powerful, and...

I want you to take
complete control of me.

I want you to tell me...

When I can come,
and when I can't come.

And I want you to
punish me when I cheat.

- Punish you, like, how?
- I want you to fine me.

- Wait. Like, like, money?
- Yeah.

I wanna be your cash pig.

But Kat didn't actually,
like, believe him.

Until... three days later
when she got a message.

I wanna look
cute, but not eager.

Then don't wear that top.

This? I thought it looked good.

I don't really know if I
like this body suit, though.

And within minutes, $100 in
bitcoin was transferred to her.

What are you looking at?

Nothing. Just this, article.

About what?

You know, like... the holocaust.

Oh. Cool.

- Love that.
- Like, perf.

- Lex?
- It's cute.

I wish I had your collar bones.

I'm putting a lot
of trust into you.

- Yeah, Cassie, don't get pregnant.
- That's not funny, Kat.

But don't you dare get pregnant.

Relax, mom. He has a roommate.

I want you to keep your
phone on throughout the night.

You send me a photo when
you get back to the dorm

- ...with a clock in it.
- Like a ransom photo?

- I hate you.
- Well, I love you.

I love you, too.

Have fun, baby girl.

No funny business, Christopher!

- Yeah, no, I promise.
- Yeah, just be a gentleman.

And don't you dare get pregnant.

- That was amazing.
- I know.

Oh, my god. Fuck.

Hey, my mom called. I gotta go.

- Okay, I love you. Bye.
- Love you, too.

- Out of my way, dick.
- Okay, bitch.

This is, like, the craziest
party I've ever been to.

I just want to make
it through initiation.

You will.

Kill the fucking music!

Kill the fucking music!

All right, listen up, bitches! We
got some fresh meat up in here.

I want all your pledgie
faggots up against the wall!

- Don't lose, bitch!
- Fuck you, bitch! Drink this shit!

- Woo!
- Last one to finish gets stripped naked.

Go, McKay!

Woo!

Yeah! Yeah! Woo!

Woo!

Yo! Strip that faggot!

- Is it still alive?
- Of course it's still fucking alive.

Fuck that, dude.

I don't know, dude.

Follow my lead.

Oh!

McKay brought the baddest
bitch in the fucking game, yo!

This is so depressing.

- What's up?
- What's up, Kat?

- Hey.
- What's up?

Mm... received. All right.

Twenty, 40, 60, 80, 100.

Twenty, 40, and 60.

- One-sixty?
- Twenty percent banking fee.

Fine.

Pleasure doing
business with you.

Do you think people are 100
percent straight? 100 percent gay?

No, 'cause obviously there's,
like, bi people, asexual, pan...

- Sexuality is, like, a spectrum.
- Yeah. Totally.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Do you think straight guys
ever, like, watch gay porn?

Not if they're a
hundred percent straight.

You just said it's a spectrum.

Yeah, on either side of the
spectrum is gay and straight.

I fucking hate this.

- Is this about Nate?
- No. He's, like, super straight.

- Is it about your dad?
- No.

- It would explain why they're fighting.
- It's not about any guy that I know.

All I know is that most guys are,
like, weird, gross, and fucking pathetic.

Okay, look, if I
tell you something,

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

Yeah.

Hey.

You're home.

Thanks for the weekend.

- I love you.
- I love you more.

Sorry, we're about to close.

Oh, just... I want to
try a few things on.

Okay. Be quick.

Hey.

- Can I ask your opinion on something?
- Yeah, sure.

How does this look?

Yo! You hear me? I
said we're about to close.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

- I just wanted to buy these.
- Cool.

You live around here?

- No, no.
- No, word.

- This place sucks.
- Yeah.

- I'll ring you up.
- Okay.

Ooh. You look different.

What?

You look different.

I changed.

Rue!

- Hey.
- Guess what?

What?

Okay, well, actually, first,

you are the best soft-core
pornographer in the game.

So thank you.

And second...
Tyler wants to meet.

- Like, for real?
- Yeah.

- In, like, person?
- Yeah.

That's cool. Where?

- The lake.
- When?

On Saturday, after the carnival.

- Like at... at night?
- Of course. Yeah.

That doesn't... seem,
like, a little weird?

No. Sis, you watch
way too much dateline.

Relax, like, he's
our age. It's fine.

Jules, you don't
think that maybe...

You should like meet him
at the carnival, like, in public?

I mean, we can't, like...

He's a jock. His mom
is super conservative.

It's, like, a tough
situation. It doesn't work.

Honestly, Jules, I don't
really care about the situation,

because it just
doesn't seem safe.

I've been in situations that
are way less safe. Like...

Okay, but that's not
really the point, right?

The point is, it's dangerous.

Rue, this is the difference
between, like, you and me. Like...

I don't always get the
privilege of meeting people

in front of a fucking audience.
People here know I'm trans...

That doesn't mean that
you have to meet this dude

at a fucking deserted lake
in the middle of nowhere.

Okay? It seems insane.

Out of everyone in the
world, I wanted to tell you.

'Cause I thought you'd be happy.

But fuck it.

- Hey, rue.
- Hey, is Jules here?

- Yeah, she's upstairs.
- Can I...

- Of course. Come on.
- Okay.

Jules, rue's here!

Hey.

I don't want to fight with you.

I don't want to fight
with you, either.

You have to understand that I
just want you to be safe, okay?

I just, I don't want anything
bad to happen to you.

And, you know, you
just can't be mad at me

for wanting you to be okay.

You can say I'm being
anxious, you know?

Just...

It hurts my heart
too much. And...

- It just, I...
- I'm not mad at you.

You're the best thing that's
happened to me in a really long time,

and I just don't want...

Anything bad to happen, so
please don't be mad at me.

- Just don't be mad.
- I'm sorry.

I get it.

I love you.

I really do.

I love you, too.

- You're a mess, you know that?
- So are you.

I hate everyone else
in the world but you.

I'm sorry. I'm
sorry, I should go.

Fuck!

- Who is it?
- Rue: It's me. Open the door.

Fuck.

Not today, rue. I'm sorry.

- Come on, man. Don't be a dick.
- Nah, I'm serious.

You can't come in.

Look, man... all I need
is just, like, a few ocs.

Sorry, I can't help you.

Fez, I've had a really
fucked up day, all right?

It's been a really
fucked up day.

So I need you to open
the door for me, okay?

I'm not gonna help
you kill yourself, rue.

I'm sorry, but, you can't be
coming over here no more.

- Just go home.
- Don't... Fez!

Don't close the... fuck!

Fez, open the
fucking door, please?

I'm begging you
just to open the door.

Fez! You're full of shit, man.

You make your living off of
selling drugs to teenagers.

Now all of a sudden, you want to
have a fucking moral high ground?

You're a fucking dropout
drug dealer. You know that?

You're a fucking drug dealer with
seven functioning fucking brain cells.

Open the door!

Fuck you! Fuck you, Fez. Okay?

Are you doing this
because you care about me?

If you gave a shit about me,
you wouldn't have sold me

the fucking drugs
in the first place!

But you did! You fucking did!

So open the goddamned door!

Open the door!

- I can't do it, rue. I'm sorry.
- Open the door!

Open the door!

Open the door.

You did this to me!

You fucking... you
did this to me, Fez.

You fucking ruined my life!

The least you could do is open
the goddamned door and fix it!

I'm fucking serious.
I'm so fucking serious.

If you don't open this door
right now, I swear to god,

I will hate you, till
the day I fucking die.

I'm sorry.

You fucking did this to me!

Open the fucking door.

Open the door,
Fez! Come on, man!

That is so fucked up!

Hey, is this Ali?

This is rue. I was just
calling to see if maybe you

still wanted to get
pancakes or something?

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