Euphoria (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Episode #2.5 - full transcript
I want you to know that
I'm not angry with you.
Angry?
Yes, I'm not angry
with you. I love you.
What are you talking about?
I know you're doin' drugs again.
What? Did Gia say
something about this?!
Really?!
You're gonna rat me
out to fuckin' Mom
over smokin' a little
bit of fuckin' weed?!
- Is that what the fuck
we're doing now?
What're you talking about?
- I didn't rat you out!
- I knew I never should've
- fuckin' trusted you!
I didn't say anything!
Then what is
she talking about?!
Wait, wait, wait!
We're you doin' drugs with Gia?
- No!
What? I--
- Rue, I didn't say anything!
- Then how the fuck
does she know?
- What is she talking about?!
Gia, you knew this?
- You knew she was doin' drugs?
It's not like that.
Okay, you know what?
If you wanna fuckin' consider
smoking some weed
to help with my fucking
panic attacks doing drugs
then, yeah, sure, whatever.
I was doin' fuckin' drugs.
Gimme a fuckin' break.
- You knew?
- Don't slam my door!
Mom!
Please tell her
I didn't say anything--
Can you guys
chill the fuck out?
It's just weed.
I'm not talkin'
about weed, Rue.
I'm talkin' about pills.
- What?
I'm talking
about opiates.
I'm not doin' opiates, Mom.
- When did you start doing pills?
Gia!
I didn't.
I fuckin' didn't!
- I told you--
- Gia--
I thought it wasn't
a good idea--
Gia, please!
Let me handle this!
Go to your room!
- Fuck it.
- Yeah, fuck it!
If you wanna drug test me,
let's just do it.
- I don't want to drug test you.
- Okay, so then, what?
- You just wanna fuckin'
accuse me of shit?
- I'm not accusing you, baby.
- Okay? But I know--
- If you're so fuckin' sure,
let's do it!
Come on, let's go.
Let's fuckin' drug test me.
I don't need to.
Jules told me everything.
The fuck did you do, Mom?
- Fuck! What did you do, Mom?
- Baby, please. Baby, please
listen to me, okay?
- Fuck. What did you do
with the fuckin' suitcase?!
- Please, it's gonna be okay!
- It's gonna be okay!
- What did you do
with the fuckin' suitcase?!
- Baby, it's gonna be okay!
- No, it's not
gonna be fuckin' okay!
You don't know--
Fuck!
It wasn't mine!
- Then whose is it? Huh?!
- Fuck! Fuck!
Okay, look, look.
We can go
to the hospital, okay?
I'm not goin'
to a fuckin' hospital!
If you call--
- Mom, Mom--
- Look, we can do
the withdrawal thing
- again, baby. It's okay.
- Don't call...
the fuckin' hospital.
If you try to put me
in a fuckin' hospital,
I swear to God,
we're gonna have
a problem.
- Rue, no, you're out of control.
- Put the phone down.
Put the fucking--
Put the fucking phone down!
Where did you put it?
Where'd you put my pills, Mom?
- Where did you put it?!
- You're in my way.
- Get outta my way.
I'm callin' the police.
- Mom!
- No, you can't.
You can't do that.
- Yes!
You will not attack me
in my own home--
I'll do whatever the fuck
I want in your own home!
I raised you!
I did, okay?!
And you do not
fuckin' scare me!
You're not
a good person, Rue.
You smilin'?
Really?
You're proud of that?
You know
what's a shame, Mom?
My dad's dead.
Kinda keeps you from
admitting what a shit
fuckin' mother you are.
"Oh, poor Leslie.
"Her daughter's
an addict,
but, you know,
her dad did die."
You hear that, Gia?!
You hear that?
I don't wanna put too
much pressure on you,
but you're probably
gonna have to be
a fuckin' neurosurgeon,
or maybe an astronaut
because if not,
then Mom is
0 for fuckin' 2,
and that means that
it might, actually,
- just be her fuckin' fault.
Rue, stop!
Yeah, that means, maybe,
she, actually, fucked up!
- Okay, that's enough, Rue.
To be fuckin' honest.
- That's enough.
- Don't fuckin' touch me!
Don't fuckin' touch me!
You wanna hit me?
Shut the fuck up!
- Do it. Hit me!
- You're fucking--
- I know you want to.
Get the fuck off of me!
Don't you fuckin' touch her!
- Ow!
Get out!
Get the fuck outta here!
- Get off of me!
- Get your--
Where are
my fuckin' pills?!
What did you do?!
Where are they?!
You wanna tell me
what to do with
my fuckin' life, huh?!
You wanna tell me
to stop doin' drugs?!
Huh, what the fuck else
am I supposed to do, huh?!
What do you
want me to do?!
- What do you want
me to fuckin' do?!
- Rue, please!
This is your
fuckin' fault!
You don't fuckin' recognize me?
Well, neither do fuckin' I!
I don't fuckin'
recognize me either!
Where did you put it?
You wish I was different?!
So do I!
You fucking hate me?!
So do I!
Where did you fucking put them?!
Fuck! Where'd you put it?
Where's the fuckin' suitcase?
Where's the fuckin' suitcase?
Fuck.
Where did you put it? Fuck.
Where did you put
the fuckin' pills?
Where did you
put the pills?!
Where did you put them, Mom?
You, you don't understand, Mom.
It's not my suitcase.
It's not mine.
This is bad.
This is really, really bad.
I want to get clean.
I can't do it.
And I just--
I don't wanna
be here anymore.
I'm sor-- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
I, I just--
I don't know what to do.
I'm, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Gia.
I, I didn't,
I didn't mean to.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, but I need you
to tell me where they are.
I need you to tell me
where the pills are, Mom.
I need you to tell me
where the suitcase is.
Tell me where they are, Mom!
Fuck! Aah!
Where did you fucking put them?!
I know they're
fuckin' in here, Mom!
I know they're in here!
What did you do with them?!
What did you do?!
Where the fuck are they?
What did you do with them?
We flushed 'em down the toilet.
You look embarrassed, Rue.
You embarrassed 'cause Jules
just heard everything you said?
Don't cry. Own that shit.
Own what you just said.
Fuck you.
Oh, okay.
I see what the fuck
is goin' on here.
Well, first
thing's first,
Elliot here is
a fuckin' addict...
so if he
tells you anything
fuckin' different,
he's a liar
and a fucking snake.
Fuck you!
-He cares about you--
- Fuckin' bitch.
This doesn't fucking
concern you, Jules.
- Yes, it does--
- No the fuck it doesn't!
- Yes, it does.
- How?!
'Cause I don't want you
to kill yourself.
- You're a fucking rat!
You were lying to me.
Yeah, so you go
tell my fuckin' Mom?!
I didn't know what else to do.
And why the fuck
would you say anything?
You are fuckin' dead to me.
- You don't mean that.
- I fucking mean
every fucking word.
- You're dead to me, Jules.
- I don't believe you.
You and me,
we're fuckin' done.
There's nothing
fuckin' there anymore.
Nothing... Fucking... There.
You know, I have a lot
of regrets... in my life.
But I gotta tell you,
Jules, meeting you,
has got to be at the top
of my fuckin' list.
Oh, now you wanna
fuckin' cry?
Now you wanna
fuckin' cry?
Yeah, you're
a fucking vampire.
You just go around fuckin'
sucking the fucking spirit
out of everyone!
You like that shit...
makes you feel good.
- You know that's not true.
It is fuckin' true.
It's all about
fuckin' Jules, right?
And you don't know
what the fuck you're doing.
You just act all
fuckin' innocent,
like you're this fuckin'
sweet little angel,
this innocent, sweet,
little fuckin' angel
who doesn't know what
the fuck they're doing.
You know what
the fuck you're doing!
I love you.
- No the fuck you don't.
You love being loved!
You're a fuckin'
greedy whore
who just likes sucking
the life out of people.
And it fucking hurts, Jules!
- I love you.
No, you don't.
Stop saying that!
You don't love me!
You fuckin' left me...
when I fuckin' needed you.
You fuckin' left me...
when I was at my fuckin' lo--
You fuckin' left me
at my fucking lowest!
And a real fuckin' friend,
someone who fuckin' loves you,
wouldn't do some
shit like that, Jules!
I love you
and I want to help you.
If you wanna help me,
uh, you can honestly,
you can just stay out
of my fuckin' life...
forever.
That would be great
because, honestly,
looking at you makes me
physically fucking ill!
- I'm sorry, baby.
Okay.
I shouldn't have
said anything.
I liked Rue
the way she was.
And this shit
was never my place.
I feel like
I'm going crazy, Mom.
- I feel like I'm going crazy.
- Look...
- I wanna take you
to the ER, okay?
- Okay.
- Okay. They can-- No.
- I'm sorry.
They can help
you detox, okay?
Mom, I'm sorry for what I said.
I am.
Please, forgive me.
I don't care
about that, Rue.
I'm sorry.
- I just miss Dad.
Me too, baby, me too.
- I miss him a lot.
I know.
Me too.
- Oh god.
Baby...
listen.
Can I take you
to the hospital?
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
You want shotgun?
You wanna know the truth?
I relapsed as soon
as I got out of rehab.
...thinkin' about that
right now, okay?
Let's just get you
back into rehab.
Wait, what, what the fuck
you talking about, Mom?
I thought you said we
were going to the ER.
Yeah, baby,
it's the same thing.
No, it's not the fuckin'
same thing, Mom.
Five percent, okay?
Those are
my fucking chances,
one in 20.
All I know, if you
set your mind to it,
your chances are higher
than five percent.
Yeah, well, everybody's Mom
fuckin' says that, okay?
Even the ones
who bury their kids.
It's funny 'cause...
if you guys didn't do
this fuckin' intervention shit,
I was about a month away
from killing myself.
I have this
image in my head
of me just, you know,
layin' in the sand,
and...
lettin' the wave just
kind of take me out to sea.
Ugh, fuck.
Mom, I can't do this.
I can't, I can't do this.
- You guys need to let
me out of this car.
- I don't care--
I don't wanna fuckin' do this!
It's okay, baby,
we're almost there, okay?
It's not fuckin' okay, Mom!
Just-- Rue! Rue!
- Can't do this.
I'm sorry, Mom, I can't.
- I can't do it.
Rue, get back in the car!
- Rue!
- Oh my gosh!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Mom, Mom, go get her!
Mom, go!
Fuck, fuck!
Stop, stop, stop, stop! Stop!
Rue!
♪ ♪
Fuck.
♪ ♪
♪ Praise the Lord ♪
Fez!
Ah, fuck.
- Hey.
- Hey, are you okay?
Mm-hm. I think I just have,
like, a cold or something.
Okay, well,
don't get me sick
'cause I have rehearsal.
I can't,
I can't get you sick.
Okay, well, colds
are contagious, so--
Yeah, I realize that,
but it's just--
It's not that
kind of thing.
Can I use your
bathroom, please?
- Hey, Rue!
- Oh, hi.
- Hey, oh. Oh, yeah.
- Hey.
- Oh my god.
Hey, Rue.
Oh, jeez.
Are you feelin' okay?
Yeah.
- You look terrible.
Yeah--
- I mean, really terrible.
Yeah, I think I just have,
like, a cold or something.
Well, don't get me sick.
I have a compromised
immune system.
But otherwise,
are you doin' okay?
- Uh-huh.
- How's your mom?
- I was thinking about
her the other day.
- Yeah... she's good.
- And how's your sister?
- Yeah, good.
- You staying clean?
- Uh-huh.
- Yeah? Bein' a good girl?
- Mm-hm.
How long have you
been clean for?
Um, since the summertime.
Now, are you in AA,
or are you in NA?
Um...
- NA.
NA.
Mm-hm.
Okay, good to hear.
That's just terrific.
- I--
I'm not a big fan of AA.
Honey, do you remember
when your father...
sent me
to AA that one time?
I was just kickin'
and screamin'.
Just a bunch
of hoity-toity
assholes giving
their advice
whether you ask
for it or not--
Suze, can I use
your bathroom, please?
- ...nightmare. Absolutely.
- Thank you so much.
Knock yourself out, sweetheart.
It's nice to see you.
You look great.
She's not doin' good.
Fuck.
Oh...
Ah, fuck.
It'll never fuckin' end.
This can't make
you feel good, Rue.
Livin' like this.
Lyin' to the people you love,
bein' mean
to the people you love.
- This can't make you
feel good about yourself.
I don't care.
Just fuckin' leave
me alone, please.
- I know you're in pain.
You have
no fucking idea, Mom.
Let's get back
into the car,
and let me take you
to the hospital.
I can't get clean.
I can't do that shit forever.
You don't have to.
Just... take it
one day at a time.
Yeah.
- Hey, Cass?
Yeah?
- I have a quick
question for you.
- What?
How long have you been
fucking Nate Jacobs?
Wh-what, what, what
are you talking about?
How long have you
been fucking Nate?
I'm not.
What? I'm not.
What are you talking about?
Oh, I just--
I, I saw her get his truck,
and then, kiss him
and drive off.
That was, like,
what, like, uh...
- Uh--
like a month ago?
Uh--
- Are you kidding me?
- Uhh.
Cass, that's, like...
really bad.
You're fucking Nate?
Are you kidding me?
No, I...
I don't even know why
she would say that.
- You're lying!
- Yeah, can we just
table this conversation?
- Okay, let's go--
- No, no.
You expect me to stand here
next to my best friend
who's been lying to me
about fucking
my ex-boyfriend!
- I'm literally
gonna get violent.
- Okay, no. Let's just--
No, there is no need
to get violent, okay,
because we are having
an intervention!
- Stop it!
- I'm beggin' you.
- Let's just get into the car.
- Mom... I can't.
Let's just talk--
Oh, you're crying?!
- No-- Maddy!
- You're fucking crying,
you fucking bitch?!
- Maddy, come on!
- You're the one who's hurt?
You're the most
self-centered,
- idiotic person I have
ever fucking met!
- Maddy.
- You fuck my ex,
and you're fucking crying?!
- Maddy, Maddy.
Are you fucking
kidding me?!
- Let's just do this later.
Look, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry,
but I don't give a shit
who's fucking who, okay?
If you're gonna
keep talkin' about it,
get out of the room.
- Yeah, absolutely.
You're being an animal...
- Um, Cass?
- Do you wanna go on a walk?
- right now... to my girl.
I don't even know why
you're believing her.
She's a drug addict.
How long have you
been fucking him?
- Be honest.
- Maddy, let's just do it later.
Kat, shut the fuck up!
How long have you
been fucking him?!
Rue?
Listen, let's just get
into the car, okay?
When was this?
Right after New Year's.
Oh!
You dumb fucking bitch!
I'm gonna fuck you--
Don't fuckin' run away from me,
you stupid fucking bitch!
Why are you guys...
Come on!
- I don't--
Goddammit, I'm so sorry.
Rue?
What's up, kid?
- Hey.
- You look like shit.
- Yeah, I fuckin' feel like shit.
I think I'm going
through withdrawal
and I, I need somethin'.
- Can't help you.
I don't have nothin' here.
Ah fuck, man.
You gotta have something.
That's bullshit.
Don't know what to tell you.
I don't keep nothin'
at the house no more.
- Fuck, okay.
- Not no more.
Well, can I, can I
use your bathroom?
Go ahead!
- Okay... Ah fuck.
Where did you come from?
- Yo, you all right in there?
Don't-- I'm fuckin'--
I'm shittin' my brains out.
Please, Fez, go away.
- You want some
Pepto Bismol or something?
No! No, fuck.
- Just go away.
- All right, all right.
Yo, come on now, Rue.
- Are you serious?
- Fez, please.
- No, no, no.
- Please? Please, let me.
Let me take them. Just--
Only three.
She won't even know
that they're gone.
- She won't miss them.
- It's the principle, Rue.
- It's just not right.
- Please, just let-- Just let me
- keep 'em. Please?
- It's not right.
- I'm in a lot of pain,
Fez, please.
- Give it to me, Rue.
- Give it to me. Let go.
- Please?
- Please... Fuck.
- You gotta leave the house.
- Let go of me. Fez, let go!
- You gotta leave the house, Rue.
Get off of me!
Get your fuckin'
hands off of me!
- Get the fuck off me,
you piece of shit!
- Hell, nah!
- Don't fuckin'--
- Nah, come here!
- Don't fuckin' touch me!
Get off!
- Come here!
- Nah, we not doin'
this shit today!
- Get off! Fez! Fez!
- Get the fuck off of me!
- We not doin' it today!
- Get off of me!
- Come on!
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
- Nah, you gotta get
- the fuck out the house now!
- I'm sorry! I'm--
No, it's too
late for that now--
You don't have,
You don't have
to take me out.
You don't have--
You, you don't ha--
You don't have
to put me out!
You don't have to!
Don't fuckin' have to put me--
- You don't have
to put me out there!
No, no, no.
No. Fuck.
- You gotta go.
Fuck!
Come on! Let's go!
Every fucking time!
Stop fuckin'
rushing me.
♪ ♪
♪ Hey, do y'all know
what's up? ♪
♪ Hey, do y'all know
what's up? ♪
♪ Meet me, I'm rollin' up ♪
♪ My dream... ♪
Fuck.
- Hey, puppy.
Hey.
Hi... Hi.
Oh.
Oh, oh, you're...
you're cute.
Oh, ow.
Ah yeah.
What's your name?
Harold.
Okay, Harold-- Ah!
I'm just gonna...
steal some shit.
♪ ♪
♪ Never know how
much I love ya ♪
♪ Never know how much I care ♪
♪ When you put
your arms around me ♪
- One, two, three,
four, five, six.
- One, one, one, one, one.
♪ Fever in the morning ♪
♪ And fever all
through the night ♪
♪ Bless my soul, I love ya ♪
♪ Take this heart away ♪
I don't wanna talk about it.
Ugh.
You know, heaven forbid
you miss one fuckin' party.
It's embarrassing.
- Good night, Gabe.
Mm-hm.
Gabe!
I think someone broke in!
Get the gun!
- Oh!
- Oh, holy fuck!
♪ Ow! ♪
- ♪ You gonna treat me right ♪
- ♪ You give me fever ♪
- ♪ You gonna treat me right ♪
- ♪ You give me fever ♪
♪ How are you gonna
treat me right ♪
♪ You give me fever ♪
♪ Are you gonna
treat me right ♪
Gia, can you
pay attention?
And help me
find your sister?
Aw, fuck.
Ah...
Ah fuck.
Everything okay, Miss?
Totally.
Where you headed?
Home.
Officer 1:
What?
Home.
What was that?
I said I'm headed--
Ah dammit!
Ah shit!
We got a runner.
♪ ♪
- Oh shit.
- Shit!
♪ ♪
We've seen stalemates
from them in the past.
♪ ♪
'Scuse me! 'Scuse me!
Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Please, God,
don't let me die.
♪ ♪
Get out of the fuckin' road!
Oh! Oh shit!
Vehicle in pursuit
of a pedestrian.
Requesting additional units.
♪ ♪
There she is!
Hey, stop!
'Scuse me! 'Scuse me!
Officer
Get out of the way!
Move!
I'm so sorry!
Move! Get out of the way!
Hey, stop!
She's going down the alley!
Oh fuck!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Where'd she go?
♪ ♪
♪ Praise the Lord ♪
All right, guys,
let's wrap it up.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Ah, fuck.
Ow.
Ah...
- Hi.
- Ruby Bennett,
I'm so happy to see you.
I, uh...
I don't have the money
right now, but...
I, uh...
I brought this.
This, this is, like,
a thousand dollars
worth of jewelry,
and, uh,
I have, um...
$2,000 right here... um.
That's all I have right now.
Rue, why didn't you
just pick up the phone
and tell me that?
You could've just said,
"Laurie, I don't have
a dozen eggs,
I've only got eight."
- I was just worried.
- About what?
- That you would be angry.
You wanna know
a funny thing about me?
I don't think I've
ever gotten angry
in my entire life.
Really?
Well, I don't know
if that's true.
Is that true?
Yeah, no, that's true.
I've never gotten angry.
You did lie to me, though.
You said you were sober.
- I was.
- Rue, you're lying to me again.
I know it might be
hard to believe,
but I was
a college athlete.
I was pretty tough,
and then I got injured.
And over the years,
I had surgeries,
and I had screws
put in my shoulder.
And then, eventually,
I got put on oxycontin.
- I was a schoolteacher
by that time,
and I had a family.
You should've seen us.
We were, like, right out
of a Sears catalog.
I didn't even know it was
addictive until I ran out.
And that's when I learned
I would do anything
to avoid withdrawal
'cause it's hell.
- You're going through
hell, aren't you?
- Yeah.
- How much have you been doing?
- Forty mil.
You know, I wish
you had caught me
earlier in the week
'cause I had a whole
assortment of things
that would've taken
the pain away.
- Now, all I've got is morphine.
- I can take morphine.
I only have the intravenous,
and you don't fix, do you?
- No.
- Then, unfortunately,
I can't help you.
Listen, I appreciate
you coming here
with all this
jewelry and stuff,
but you're gonna have to pay
the whole thing in cash.
- This isn't a pawn shop.
- I know. I'm sorry.
So, when do you think
you're gonna come up
with the rest of it?
Um...
Soon... Really soon.
Rue, you don't look like
someone who's gonna come up
with money real soon.
You know, a doctor once told me
they did brain studies on people
who've done a lot of opiates,
and that over time,
all the chemicals
in your brain
that make you happy
and feel good
start to decrease
because your body's
getting it artificially.
But the longer you use,
it just starts
to weaken and wither,
kinda like a limb
that's not getting
blood to it anymore.
And then, it just
sort of falls off,
and you get something
called cell death,
where you just have
these big dead spots
in the parts of your brain
that used to make you happy.
No matter what you do,
you can't ever get it back.
He said it's basically
the same brain as people
who've had major strokes.
But the silver lining
is that the things that
don't feel good
don't feel as bad
anymore.
You know, if I was
going through withdrawal,
I would do anything.
It's one of the good parts
of being a woman.
Even if you don't have money,
you've still got
something people want.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
♪ ♪
Oh, you poor kid.
Let me help you get cleaned up.
Okay, Rue, let's
get you undressed,
- so you can get into
this bath here, okay?
Okay.
Do you have any pills
or anything?
I don't have any pills,
I'm so sorry.
Okay...
Thank you. Thank you.
Okay, let me help you get in.
Okay.
I just, I just wanna die.
I just wanna die.
I know. I'm so sorry.
I just wanna die.
I'll take anything
that you have.
Are you sure?
Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.
Okay.
He's taken the pills.
He'll be all right.
Are you sure that this is safe?
All pharmaceuticals
are safe, Rue.
Okay, just--
I've never done this before.
I know. It's gonna be okay.
Just give me your arm.
Okay.
Okay.
- Now, try to make a fist.
- Okay.
Okay, I'm gonna need
you to be still, Rue.
- Hold it steady, Rue.
I know. I'm trying.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Hold it steady, Rue.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
You know what's funny, Rue?
When I first saw you,
I thought...
this girl's gonna be
in my life for a long time.
Thank you.
♪ One day you will see ♪
- ♪ Believe me ♪
♪ Believe me ♪
I... I remember
a couple of days before
you... passed away...
you told me...
that if I ever wanted
to be with you...
all I would have to do
is close my eyes...
and we'd be together.
Oh, I think she's moving.
She's moving.
My sister.
That's right!
Your sister, yeah.
- Hi, Gia.
- Hi, Gia.
I'm with you
when I'm six years old,
and at the beach
for the first time...
jumping into the waves.
Can I have her?
Of course,
you can have her.
She's your sister.
She'll always be your sister.
- Okay, this is a hospital, okay?
Don't kiss the glass.
You said that...
memories exist
outside of time...
and have no beginning or end.
You said as long as I live...
you'll be with me forever.
I miss you, Dad.
I miss you till
I close my eyes.
That's it.
Thank you.
Hello.
Hello.
♪ ♪
- Rue?
♪ Will you tell the folks
back home I nearly made it ♪
♪ Had offers but don't
know which one to take ♪
♪ Please don't tell 'em
how you found me ♪
♪ Don't tell 'em
how you found me ♪
♪ Gimme a break,
give me a break ♪
♪ Seems it never rains
in Southern California ♪
♪ Seems I've often heard
that kind of talk before ♪
♪ It never rains
in California ♪
♪ But, girl,
don't they warn ya ♪
♪ It pours ♪
♪ Man, it pours ♪
♪ ♪
I'm not angry with you.
Angry?
Yes, I'm not angry
with you. I love you.
What are you talking about?
I know you're doin' drugs again.
What? Did Gia say
something about this?!
Really?!
You're gonna rat me
out to fuckin' Mom
over smokin' a little
bit of fuckin' weed?!
- Is that what the fuck
we're doing now?
What're you talking about?
- I didn't rat you out!
- I knew I never should've
- fuckin' trusted you!
I didn't say anything!
Then what is
she talking about?!
Wait, wait, wait!
We're you doin' drugs with Gia?
- No!
What? I--
- Rue, I didn't say anything!
- Then how the fuck
does she know?
- What is she talking about?!
Gia, you knew this?
- You knew she was doin' drugs?
It's not like that.
Okay, you know what?
If you wanna fuckin' consider
smoking some weed
to help with my fucking
panic attacks doing drugs
then, yeah, sure, whatever.
I was doin' fuckin' drugs.
Gimme a fuckin' break.
- You knew?
- Don't slam my door!
Mom!
Please tell her
I didn't say anything--
Can you guys
chill the fuck out?
It's just weed.
I'm not talkin'
about weed, Rue.
I'm talkin' about pills.
- What?
I'm talking
about opiates.
I'm not doin' opiates, Mom.
- When did you start doing pills?
Gia!
I didn't.
I fuckin' didn't!
- I told you--
- Gia--
I thought it wasn't
a good idea--
Gia, please!
Let me handle this!
Go to your room!
- Fuck it.
- Yeah, fuck it!
If you wanna drug test me,
let's just do it.
- I don't want to drug test you.
- Okay, so then, what?
- You just wanna fuckin'
accuse me of shit?
- I'm not accusing you, baby.
- Okay? But I know--
- If you're so fuckin' sure,
let's do it!
Come on, let's go.
Let's fuckin' drug test me.
I don't need to.
Jules told me everything.
The fuck did you do, Mom?
- Fuck! What did you do, Mom?
- Baby, please. Baby, please
listen to me, okay?
- Fuck. What did you do
with the fuckin' suitcase?!
- Please, it's gonna be okay!
- It's gonna be okay!
- What did you do
with the fuckin' suitcase?!
- Baby, it's gonna be okay!
- No, it's not
gonna be fuckin' okay!
You don't know--
Fuck!
It wasn't mine!
- Then whose is it? Huh?!
- Fuck! Fuck!
Okay, look, look.
We can go
to the hospital, okay?
I'm not goin'
to a fuckin' hospital!
If you call--
- Mom, Mom--
- Look, we can do
the withdrawal thing
- again, baby. It's okay.
- Don't call...
the fuckin' hospital.
If you try to put me
in a fuckin' hospital,
I swear to God,
we're gonna have
a problem.
- Rue, no, you're out of control.
- Put the phone down.
Put the fucking--
Put the fucking phone down!
Where did you put it?
Where'd you put my pills, Mom?
- Where did you put it?!
- You're in my way.
- Get outta my way.
I'm callin' the police.
- Mom!
- No, you can't.
You can't do that.
- Yes!
You will not attack me
in my own home--
I'll do whatever the fuck
I want in your own home!
I raised you!
I did, okay?!
And you do not
fuckin' scare me!
You're not
a good person, Rue.
You smilin'?
Really?
You're proud of that?
You know
what's a shame, Mom?
My dad's dead.
Kinda keeps you from
admitting what a shit
fuckin' mother you are.
"Oh, poor Leslie.
"Her daughter's
an addict,
but, you know,
her dad did die."
You hear that, Gia?!
You hear that?
I don't wanna put too
much pressure on you,
but you're probably
gonna have to be
a fuckin' neurosurgeon,
or maybe an astronaut
because if not,
then Mom is
0 for fuckin' 2,
and that means that
it might, actually,
- just be her fuckin' fault.
Rue, stop!
Yeah, that means, maybe,
she, actually, fucked up!
- Okay, that's enough, Rue.
To be fuckin' honest.
- That's enough.
- Don't fuckin' touch me!
Don't fuckin' touch me!
You wanna hit me?
Shut the fuck up!
- Do it. Hit me!
- You're fucking--
- I know you want to.
Get the fuck off of me!
Don't you fuckin' touch her!
- Ow!
Get out!
Get the fuck outta here!
- Get off of me!
- Get your--
Where are
my fuckin' pills?!
What did you do?!
Where are they?!
You wanna tell me
what to do with
my fuckin' life, huh?!
You wanna tell me
to stop doin' drugs?!
Huh, what the fuck else
am I supposed to do, huh?!
What do you
want me to do?!
- What do you want
me to fuckin' do?!
- Rue, please!
This is your
fuckin' fault!
You don't fuckin' recognize me?
Well, neither do fuckin' I!
I don't fuckin'
recognize me either!
Where did you put it?
You wish I was different?!
So do I!
You fucking hate me?!
So do I!
Where did you fucking put them?!
Fuck! Where'd you put it?
Where's the fuckin' suitcase?
Where's the fuckin' suitcase?
Fuck.
Where did you put it? Fuck.
Where did you put
the fuckin' pills?
Where did you
put the pills?!
Where did you put them, Mom?
You, you don't understand, Mom.
It's not my suitcase.
It's not mine.
This is bad.
This is really, really bad.
I want to get clean.
I can't do it.
And I just--
I don't wanna
be here anymore.
I'm sor-- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
I, I just--
I don't know what to do.
I'm, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Gia.
I, I didn't,
I didn't mean to.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, but I need you
to tell me where they are.
I need you to tell me
where the pills are, Mom.
I need you to tell me
where the suitcase is.
Tell me where they are, Mom!
Fuck! Aah!
Where did you fucking put them?!
I know they're
fuckin' in here, Mom!
I know they're in here!
What did you do with them?!
What did you do?!
Where the fuck are they?
What did you do with them?
We flushed 'em down the toilet.
You look embarrassed, Rue.
You embarrassed 'cause Jules
just heard everything you said?
Don't cry. Own that shit.
Own what you just said.
Fuck you.
Oh, okay.
I see what the fuck
is goin' on here.
Well, first
thing's first,
Elliot here is
a fuckin' addict...
so if he
tells you anything
fuckin' different,
he's a liar
and a fucking snake.
Fuck you!
-He cares about you--
- Fuckin' bitch.
This doesn't fucking
concern you, Jules.
- Yes, it does--
- No the fuck it doesn't!
- Yes, it does.
- How?!
'Cause I don't want you
to kill yourself.
- You're a fucking rat!
You were lying to me.
Yeah, so you go
tell my fuckin' Mom?!
I didn't know what else to do.
And why the fuck
would you say anything?
You are fuckin' dead to me.
- You don't mean that.
- I fucking mean
every fucking word.
- You're dead to me, Jules.
- I don't believe you.
You and me,
we're fuckin' done.
There's nothing
fuckin' there anymore.
Nothing... Fucking... There.
You know, I have a lot
of regrets... in my life.
But I gotta tell you,
Jules, meeting you,
has got to be at the top
of my fuckin' list.
Oh, now you wanna
fuckin' cry?
Now you wanna
fuckin' cry?
Yeah, you're
a fucking vampire.
You just go around fuckin'
sucking the fucking spirit
out of everyone!
You like that shit...
makes you feel good.
- You know that's not true.
It is fuckin' true.
It's all about
fuckin' Jules, right?
And you don't know
what the fuck you're doing.
You just act all
fuckin' innocent,
like you're this fuckin'
sweet little angel,
this innocent, sweet,
little fuckin' angel
who doesn't know what
the fuck they're doing.
You know what
the fuck you're doing!
I love you.
- No the fuck you don't.
You love being loved!
You're a fuckin'
greedy whore
who just likes sucking
the life out of people.
And it fucking hurts, Jules!
- I love you.
No, you don't.
Stop saying that!
You don't love me!
You fuckin' left me...
when I fuckin' needed you.
You fuckin' left me...
when I was at my fuckin' lo--
You fuckin' left me
at my fucking lowest!
And a real fuckin' friend,
someone who fuckin' loves you,
wouldn't do some
shit like that, Jules!
I love you
and I want to help you.
If you wanna help me,
uh, you can honestly,
you can just stay out
of my fuckin' life...
forever.
That would be great
because, honestly,
looking at you makes me
physically fucking ill!
- I'm sorry, baby.
Okay.
I shouldn't have
said anything.
I liked Rue
the way she was.
And this shit
was never my place.
I feel like
I'm going crazy, Mom.
- I feel like I'm going crazy.
- Look...
- I wanna take you
to the ER, okay?
- Okay.
- Okay. They can-- No.
- I'm sorry.
They can help
you detox, okay?
Mom, I'm sorry for what I said.
I am.
Please, forgive me.
I don't care
about that, Rue.
I'm sorry.
- I just miss Dad.
Me too, baby, me too.
- I miss him a lot.
I know.
Me too.
- Oh god.
Baby...
listen.
Can I take you
to the hospital?
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
You want shotgun?
You wanna know the truth?
I relapsed as soon
as I got out of rehab.
...thinkin' about that
right now, okay?
Let's just get you
back into rehab.
Wait, what, what the fuck
you talking about, Mom?
I thought you said we
were going to the ER.
Yeah, baby,
it's the same thing.
No, it's not the fuckin'
same thing, Mom.
Five percent, okay?
Those are
my fucking chances,
one in 20.
All I know, if you
set your mind to it,
your chances are higher
than five percent.
Yeah, well, everybody's Mom
fuckin' says that, okay?
Even the ones
who bury their kids.
It's funny 'cause...
if you guys didn't do
this fuckin' intervention shit,
I was about a month away
from killing myself.
I have this
image in my head
of me just, you know,
layin' in the sand,
and...
lettin' the wave just
kind of take me out to sea.
Ugh, fuck.
Mom, I can't do this.
I can't, I can't do this.
- You guys need to let
me out of this car.
- I don't care--
I don't wanna fuckin' do this!
It's okay, baby,
we're almost there, okay?
It's not fuckin' okay, Mom!
Just-- Rue! Rue!
- Can't do this.
I'm sorry, Mom, I can't.
- I can't do it.
Rue, get back in the car!
- Rue!
- Oh my gosh!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Mom, Mom, go get her!
Mom, go!
Fuck, fuck!
Stop, stop, stop, stop! Stop!
Rue!
♪ ♪
Fuck.
♪ ♪
♪ Praise the Lord ♪
Fez!
Ah, fuck.
- Hey.
- Hey, are you okay?
Mm-hm. I think I just have,
like, a cold or something.
Okay, well,
don't get me sick
'cause I have rehearsal.
I can't,
I can't get you sick.
Okay, well, colds
are contagious, so--
Yeah, I realize that,
but it's just--
It's not that
kind of thing.
Can I use your
bathroom, please?
- Hey, Rue!
- Oh, hi.
- Hey, oh. Oh, yeah.
- Hey.
- Oh my god.
Hey, Rue.
Oh, jeez.
Are you feelin' okay?
Yeah.
- You look terrible.
Yeah--
- I mean, really terrible.
Yeah, I think I just have,
like, a cold or something.
Well, don't get me sick.
I have a compromised
immune system.
But otherwise,
are you doin' okay?
- Uh-huh.
- How's your mom?
- I was thinking about
her the other day.
- Yeah... she's good.
- And how's your sister?
- Yeah, good.
- You staying clean?
- Uh-huh.
- Yeah? Bein' a good girl?
- Mm-hm.
How long have you
been clean for?
Um, since the summertime.
Now, are you in AA,
or are you in NA?
Um...
- NA.
NA.
Mm-hm.
Okay, good to hear.
That's just terrific.
- I--
I'm not a big fan of AA.
Honey, do you remember
when your father...
sent me
to AA that one time?
I was just kickin'
and screamin'.
Just a bunch
of hoity-toity
assholes giving
their advice
whether you ask
for it or not--
Suze, can I use
your bathroom, please?
- ...nightmare. Absolutely.
- Thank you so much.
Knock yourself out, sweetheart.
It's nice to see you.
You look great.
She's not doin' good.
Fuck.
Oh...
Ah, fuck.
It'll never fuckin' end.
This can't make
you feel good, Rue.
Livin' like this.
Lyin' to the people you love,
bein' mean
to the people you love.
- This can't make you
feel good about yourself.
I don't care.
Just fuckin' leave
me alone, please.
- I know you're in pain.
You have
no fucking idea, Mom.
Let's get back
into the car,
and let me take you
to the hospital.
I can't get clean.
I can't do that shit forever.
You don't have to.
Just... take it
one day at a time.
Yeah.
- Hey, Cass?
Yeah?
- I have a quick
question for you.
- What?
How long have you been
fucking Nate Jacobs?
Wh-what, what, what
are you talking about?
How long have you
been fucking Nate?
I'm not.
What? I'm not.
What are you talking about?
Oh, I just--
I, I saw her get his truck,
and then, kiss him
and drive off.
That was, like,
what, like, uh...
- Uh--
like a month ago?
Uh--
- Are you kidding me?
- Uhh.
Cass, that's, like...
really bad.
You're fucking Nate?
Are you kidding me?
No, I...
I don't even know why
she would say that.
- You're lying!
- Yeah, can we just
table this conversation?
- Okay, let's go--
- No, no.
You expect me to stand here
next to my best friend
who's been lying to me
about fucking
my ex-boyfriend!
- I'm literally
gonna get violent.
- Okay, no. Let's just--
No, there is no need
to get violent, okay,
because we are having
an intervention!
- Stop it!
- I'm beggin' you.
- Let's just get into the car.
- Mom... I can't.
Let's just talk--
Oh, you're crying?!
- No-- Maddy!
- You're fucking crying,
you fucking bitch?!
- Maddy, come on!
- You're the one who's hurt?
You're the most
self-centered,
- idiotic person I have
ever fucking met!
- Maddy.
- You fuck my ex,
and you're fucking crying?!
- Maddy, Maddy.
Are you fucking
kidding me?!
- Let's just do this later.
Look, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry,
but I don't give a shit
who's fucking who, okay?
If you're gonna
keep talkin' about it,
get out of the room.
- Yeah, absolutely.
You're being an animal...
- Um, Cass?
- Do you wanna go on a walk?
- right now... to my girl.
I don't even know why
you're believing her.
She's a drug addict.
How long have you
been fucking him?
- Be honest.
- Maddy, let's just do it later.
Kat, shut the fuck up!
How long have you
been fucking him?!
Rue?
Listen, let's just get
into the car, okay?
When was this?
Right after New Year's.
Oh!
You dumb fucking bitch!
I'm gonna fuck you--
Don't fuckin' run away from me,
you stupid fucking bitch!
Why are you guys...
Come on!
- I don't--
Goddammit, I'm so sorry.
Rue?
What's up, kid?
- Hey.
- You look like shit.
- Yeah, I fuckin' feel like shit.
I think I'm going
through withdrawal
and I, I need somethin'.
- Can't help you.
I don't have nothin' here.
Ah fuck, man.
You gotta have something.
That's bullshit.
Don't know what to tell you.
I don't keep nothin'
at the house no more.
- Fuck, okay.
- Not no more.
Well, can I, can I
use your bathroom?
Go ahead!
- Okay... Ah fuck.
Where did you come from?
- Yo, you all right in there?
Don't-- I'm fuckin'--
I'm shittin' my brains out.
Please, Fez, go away.
- You want some
Pepto Bismol or something?
No! No, fuck.
- Just go away.
- All right, all right.
Yo, come on now, Rue.
- Are you serious?
- Fez, please.
- No, no, no.
- Please? Please, let me.
Let me take them. Just--
Only three.
She won't even know
that they're gone.
- She won't miss them.
- It's the principle, Rue.
- It's just not right.
- Please, just let-- Just let me
- keep 'em. Please?
- It's not right.
- I'm in a lot of pain,
Fez, please.
- Give it to me, Rue.
- Give it to me. Let go.
- Please?
- Please... Fuck.
- You gotta leave the house.
- Let go of me. Fez, let go!
- You gotta leave the house, Rue.
Get off of me!
Get your fuckin'
hands off of me!
- Get the fuck off me,
you piece of shit!
- Hell, nah!
- Don't fuckin'--
- Nah, come here!
- Don't fuckin' touch me!
Get off!
- Come here!
- Nah, we not doin'
this shit today!
- Get off! Fez! Fez!
- Get the fuck off of me!
- We not doin' it today!
- Get off of me!
- Come on!
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
- Nah, you gotta get
- the fuck out the house now!
- I'm sorry! I'm--
No, it's too
late for that now--
You don't have,
You don't have
to take me out.
You don't have--
You, you don't ha--
You don't have
to put me out!
You don't have to!
Don't fuckin' have to put me--
- You don't have
to put me out there!
No, no, no.
No. Fuck.
- You gotta go.
Fuck!
Come on! Let's go!
Every fucking time!
Stop fuckin'
rushing me.
♪ ♪
♪ Hey, do y'all know
what's up? ♪
♪ Hey, do y'all know
what's up? ♪
♪ Meet me, I'm rollin' up ♪
♪ My dream... ♪
Fuck.
- Hey, puppy.
Hey.
Hi... Hi.
Oh.
Oh, oh, you're...
you're cute.
Oh, ow.
Ah yeah.
What's your name?
Harold.
Okay, Harold-- Ah!
I'm just gonna...
steal some shit.
♪ ♪
♪ Never know how
much I love ya ♪
♪ Never know how much I care ♪
♪ When you put
your arms around me ♪
- One, two, three,
four, five, six.
- One, one, one, one, one.
♪ Fever in the morning ♪
♪ And fever all
through the night ♪
♪ Bless my soul, I love ya ♪
♪ Take this heart away ♪
I don't wanna talk about it.
Ugh.
You know, heaven forbid
you miss one fuckin' party.
It's embarrassing.
- Good night, Gabe.
Mm-hm.
Gabe!
I think someone broke in!
Get the gun!
- Oh!
- Oh, holy fuck!
♪ Ow! ♪
- ♪ You gonna treat me right ♪
- ♪ You give me fever ♪
- ♪ You gonna treat me right ♪
- ♪ You give me fever ♪
♪ How are you gonna
treat me right ♪
♪ You give me fever ♪
♪ Are you gonna
treat me right ♪
Gia, can you
pay attention?
And help me
find your sister?
Aw, fuck.
Ah...
Ah fuck.
Everything okay, Miss?
Totally.
Where you headed?
Home.
Officer 1:
What?
Home.
What was that?
I said I'm headed--
Ah dammit!
Ah shit!
We got a runner.
♪ ♪
- Oh shit.
- Shit!
♪ ♪
We've seen stalemates
from them in the past.
♪ ♪
'Scuse me! 'Scuse me!
Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Please, God,
don't let me die.
♪ ♪
Get out of the fuckin' road!
Oh! Oh shit!
Vehicle in pursuit
of a pedestrian.
Requesting additional units.
♪ ♪
There she is!
Hey, stop!
'Scuse me! 'Scuse me!
Officer
Get out of the way!
Move!
I'm so sorry!
Move! Get out of the way!
Hey, stop!
She's going down the alley!
Oh fuck!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Where'd she go?
♪ ♪
♪ Praise the Lord ♪
All right, guys,
let's wrap it up.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Ah, fuck.
Ow.
Ah...
- Hi.
- Ruby Bennett,
I'm so happy to see you.
I, uh...
I don't have the money
right now, but...
I, uh...
I brought this.
This, this is, like,
a thousand dollars
worth of jewelry,
and, uh,
I have, um...
$2,000 right here... um.
That's all I have right now.
Rue, why didn't you
just pick up the phone
and tell me that?
You could've just said,
"Laurie, I don't have
a dozen eggs,
I've only got eight."
- I was just worried.
- About what?
- That you would be angry.
You wanna know
a funny thing about me?
I don't think I've
ever gotten angry
in my entire life.
Really?
Well, I don't know
if that's true.
Is that true?
Yeah, no, that's true.
I've never gotten angry.
You did lie to me, though.
You said you were sober.
- I was.
- Rue, you're lying to me again.
I know it might be
hard to believe,
but I was
a college athlete.
I was pretty tough,
and then I got injured.
And over the years,
I had surgeries,
and I had screws
put in my shoulder.
And then, eventually,
I got put on oxycontin.
- I was a schoolteacher
by that time,
and I had a family.
You should've seen us.
We were, like, right out
of a Sears catalog.
I didn't even know it was
addictive until I ran out.
And that's when I learned
I would do anything
to avoid withdrawal
'cause it's hell.
- You're going through
hell, aren't you?
- Yeah.
- How much have you been doing?
- Forty mil.
You know, I wish
you had caught me
earlier in the week
'cause I had a whole
assortment of things
that would've taken
the pain away.
- Now, all I've got is morphine.
- I can take morphine.
I only have the intravenous,
and you don't fix, do you?
- No.
- Then, unfortunately,
I can't help you.
Listen, I appreciate
you coming here
with all this
jewelry and stuff,
but you're gonna have to pay
the whole thing in cash.
- This isn't a pawn shop.
- I know. I'm sorry.
So, when do you think
you're gonna come up
with the rest of it?
Um...
Soon... Really soon.
Rue, you don't look like
someone who's gonna come up
with money real soon.
You know, a doctor once told me
they did brain studies on people
who've done a lot of opiates,
and that over time,
all the chemicals
in your brain
that make you happy
and feel good
start to decrease
because your body's
getting it artificially.
But the longer you use,
it just starts
to weaken and wither,
kinda like a limb
that's not getting
blood to it anymore.
And then, it just
sort of falls off,
and you get something
called cell death,
where you just have
these big dead spots
in the parts of your brain
that used to make you happy.
No matter what you do,
you can't ever get it back.
He said it's basically
the same brain as people
who've had major strokes.
But the silver lining
is that the things that
don't feel good
don't feel as bad
anymore.
You know, if I was
going through withdrawal,
I would do anything.
It's one of the good parts
of being a woman.
Even if you don't have money,
you've still got
something people want.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
♪ ♪
Oh, you poor kid.
Let me help you get cleaned up.
Okay, Rue, let's
get you undressed,
- so you can get into
this bath here, okay?
Okay.
Do you have any pills
or anything?
I don't have any pills,
I'm so sorry.
Okay...
Thank you. Thank you.
Okay, let me help you get in.
Okay.
I just, I just wanna die.
I just wanna die.
I know. I'm so sorry.
I just wanna die.
I'll take anything
that you have.
Are you sure?
Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.
Okay.
He's taken the pills.
He'll be all right.
Are you sure that this is safe?
All pharmaceuticals
are safe, Rue.
Okay, just--
I've never done this before.
I know. It's gonna be okay.
Just give me your arm.
Okay.
Okay.
- Now, try to make a fist.
- Okay.
Okay, I'm gonna need
you to be still, Rue.
- Hold it steady, Rue.
I know. I'm trying.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Hold it steady, Rue.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
You know what's funny, Rue?
When I first saw you,
I thought...
this girl's gonna be
in my life for a long time.
Thank you.
♪ One day you will see ♪
- ♪ Believe me ♪
♪ Believe me ♪
I... I remember
a couple of days before
you... passed away...
you told me...
that if I ever wanted
to be with you...
all I would have to do
is close my eyes...
and we'd be together.
Oh, I think she's moving.
She's moving.
My sister.
That's right!
Your sister, yeah.
- Hi, Gia.
- Hi, Gia.
I'm with you
when I'm six years old,
and at the beach
for the first time...
jumping into the waves.
Can I have her?
Of course,
you can have her.
She's your sister.
She'll always be your sister.
- Okay, this is a hospital, okay?
Don't kiss the glass.
You said that...
memories exist
outside of time...
and have no beginning or end.
You said as long as I live...
you'll be with me forever.
I miss you, Dad.
I miss you till
I close my eyes.
That's it.
Thank you.
Hello.
Hello.
♪ ♪
- Rue?
♪ Will you tell the folks
back home I nearly made it ♪
♪ Had offers but don't
know which one to take ♪
♪ Please don't tell 'em
how you found me ♪
♪ Don't tell 'em
how you found me ♪
♪ Gimme a break,
give me a break ♪
♪ Seems it never rains
in Southern California ♪
♪ Seems I've often heard
that kind of talk before ♪
♪ It never rains
in California ♪
♪ But, girl,
don't they warn ya ♪
♪ It pours ♪
♪ Man, it pours ♪
♪ ♪