MAN: I heard there's a recording of you
engaged in sexual activity.
Holy shit.
RUE BENNETT: For the first time since getting out of rehab,
I was feeling good about the world.
Keep your mouth shut.
These dudes ain't fucking around.
MOUSE: Come on, just try it.
TEENAGE BOY: (DISTORTED) You're so hot.
MADDY: I'm just trying to get back at my ex-boyfriend.
TYLER: Let me take you out tonight.
Hey, I'm Ethan.
I'm Kat.
WOMAN: Cassie's smitten like a kitten with you.
CHRIS MCKAY: Why you gotta make everything so sexual?
(PHONE PINGS)
Rue: When Kat was 11 years old,
she went on a family vacation to Sandals, Jamaica.
(Kat screaming)
I need help!
Someone get this jellyfish off me!
-Help me! -Rue: She quickly discovered that she hated the ocean...
-...but fucking loved virgin piña coladas. - ♪ Oh! Feels so good! ♪
Rue: 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.
-(bell ringing) - Whatever. It didn't matter.
It's better not to jinx these things.
(slurping)
-Can I have another one? -Sure.
-♪ Oh! ♪ -(slurping)
Rue: During her eight-day stay on that stupid island,
Kat drank 72 virgin piña coladas.
She was in heaven.
And then she got home.
♪ Heavyweight champion of the world! ♪
Oh, my God. What happened?
Rue: When Kat had left for Jamaica, she was 107 pounds,
when she returned, she weighed in at whopping...
(breath quivers)
-Kat: Get up. -Rue: Despite being five-two,
- which was tall for her age... -(groaning)
...her body was not prepared to house the extra 20 pounds.
-(groaning) -Rue: It was noticeable.
(screaming)
(phone dings)
(sobbing)
-Rue: Kat did her best to minimize the fallout. -(sighs)
(sighs)
-You're wearing two sweatshirts? -No.
Rue: 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.
(bell rings)
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. -(Kat sobbing softly)
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.
Rue: That's real love, and those were real men.
Men who'd never leave her,
-disappoint her, break her heart. -(crunching)
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.
♪ Uh-oh, oh, oh! ♪
That Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson of One Direction
were secretly fucking.
"It's the first night of the 'Take Me Home' tour."
(crowd cheering)
Musician: London, we've got a little song for you tonight!
Rue: "Louis was unusually nervous.
"His mouth was dry, palms sweating,
"when suddenly, he felt the press of Harry's body from behind.
♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! ♪
Rue: "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.'
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh! ♪
"As Harry takes Louis into his mouth with surprising ease,
he begins to suck his cock with torturous finesse."
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Ooh! ♪
(whistle trills)
Girl: Ugh. Kat doesn't even have asthma.
She's just fat and doesn't wanna exercise.
(students laughing)
Rue: 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.
Maddy: Ew! (laughing) Take those things off.
(girls chattering)
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.
-(warriors roaring) -(bell ringing)
They'd demand the release of their queen.
And if anyone even hesitated...
(screaming, groaning)
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.
(speaking Dothraki)
It's me, ThunderKitKat.
(shouting in Dothraki)
(warriors shouting)
-(Kat moaning on video) -Rue: 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.
♪ Tay Keith! Fuck these niggas up! ♪
♪ Look, I just flipped a switch ♪
♪ Flip-flip, I don't know nobody else that's doin' this ♪
♪ Bodies start to drop, ay, hit the floor ♪
♪ Now they wanna know me since I hit the top, ay ♪
♪ It's a Rollie, not a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop ♪
♪ Smokin' on the chicken, the bass is kickin', my head is spinnin' ♪
♪ This the flow that got the block hot ♪
♪ Shit, that's super hot ♪
Hey, I'm Rue. I'm an addict.
All: Hi, Rue.
Rue: And I've been clean for 60 days.
(applause)
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, uh, got in a little bit of trouble...
Fez: Oh, shit.
(phone buzzes)
Rue: ...for disappearing for like 16 hours.
Leslie: 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?
-And why are you sneaking into the house? -I was with someone.
-Who? -It does-- 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?
Yeah, Gia, 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?
Mom, 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.
(urinating)
Rue: She wasn't the only person upset with me.
Jules: 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.
(urinating)
You're still grounded until I don't even fucking know.
What else is there?
I told you I wasn't lying.
(sighs)
Rue: 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? -(Rue laughs)
Ah! Oh, God. So good!
Rue: 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, uh, 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, uh, has been...
feeling like I owe it to myself. (sighs)
And, uh, maybe that'll get easier.
I hope it will.
Thank you.
(applause)
Rue: (sighs) 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.
-(bell rings) -(students chattering)
♪ It's gonna take a bit of work ♪
♪ Oh, oh, work ♪
♪ Now that you're here ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, work ♪
♪ 'Cause people come and go ♪
♪ But I think you should know ♪
♪ That I ♪
♪ I think this will work ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh! ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh! ♪
♪ It's gonna take a little time ♪
♪ But with you by my side ♪
♪ I won't let go ♪
♪ Till I've got what's mine ♪
-♪ ' Cause people come and go ♪ -♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
-♪ But you should know ♪ -♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
-♪ That I... That I... ♪ -♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
-♪ I'm takin' it slow ♪ -♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
-♪ It's gonna take a bit of work ♪ -♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
-♪ Oh, oh, work ♪ -♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
-♪ Now that you're here ♪ -♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
-♪ Whoa, work ♪ -♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
Jules: 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.
Rue: 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?
♪ My head is spinnin', smokin' on the chicken, the bass is kickin' ♪
♪ This a Rollie, not a stopwatch ♪
-♪ Shit don't ever stop ♪ -Fuck.
♪ Smokin' on the chicken, the bass is kickin', my head is spinnin' ♪
Ew.
♪ The bass is kickin', my head is spinnin' ♪
Girl: Stick it out!
(laughing, chattering on video)
Girl: What a tiny twink!
Guy (on video): Shut it. Just give it...
What the fuck?
Guy (on video): Fucking step on it. It's too small,
-It could never satisfy you. -Kat! Dinner!
I'll get her.
(muttering): Ay, Jesus, girl.
Kat!
Hey!
What?
Take pictures of your toes later. Dinner's on the table.
♪ And I feel okay, okay, okay, okay ♪
♪ Okay, okay, okay ♪
Bye. Love you. See ya.
Maddy: (sighs) I can't believe I haven't even told you, like,
how insane my parents are being.
-All week long, she's just been going on and on... -(phone buzzes)
...about how much she hates my dad.
-(phone buzzing) -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.
-(phone buzzing) -Nate: 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. -(phone buzzing)
Literally the last thing I need right now is--
-(phone buzzing) -Who keeps texting you?
-My dad. -Well, do you want me to respond?
-He's texted you like 15 times. -(phone buzzes)
No, I'll just... call him later.
(phone buzzing)
I mean, it's huge, right?
Mm...
Don't front. It's a big dick.
You know what? It may be, but, uh, we can't really tell,
'cause it's just fucking floating in space.
-So? -So, there's no way to compare scale.
You know, if there's a fucking hand in the frame, at least you can be, like,
okay, 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.
(bell dings)
Rue: 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.
♪ Aah! ♪
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...
-(heavy metal song playing) -Yo, sorry about the mess.
My mom's, like, out of town?
(whispers): A basic hygiene issue.
-(bell dings) -Rue: Or...
(speaking gibberish)
(buzzer drones)
Rue: ...a life or death situation.
So, here are some key things to look out for.
♪ All right! ♪
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?
♪ All right! ♪
Wow. Okay.
So his penis is the size of an Evian bottle.
-Well, the lighting is nice. -Jules: Mm-hmm.
-Uh, his room looks clean. -Jules: Mm-hmm.
-Looks well-groomed. -Right?
Okay, yeah. I'm beginning to understand the appeal.
Thank you.
But here's the thing.
I, like, sent him a few pics from the school bathroom during class
-because he asked me to-- -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.
Rue: Be cool, Rue.
-Yeah. It's, like, easy. Whatever. -Jules: Yeah.
(Kat muttering)
Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry.
-Cashier: Hey. -Hi.
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. (laughs)
Oh, wow. Can't wait.
-How much? -Uh, that'll be $3.25.
Yo, can you please, maybe hurry the fuck up?
Huh. Um, could I pay you the rest tomorrow?
I'm sorry, baby. There's a policy.
Hey, Kat, I, uh, I gotcha.
-Oh, hi. -Hey. How you doing?
-I'm good. How are you? -Sweet. I'm good, I'm good.
-Hey, Erika. How much was it? -Erika: Uh, $3.25.
I have, like, $1.25 here.
Do you, um... For a grapefruit?
Do you want-- Do you want something else to eat?
-Oh, no, no, no. -No, 'cause if you don't have enough money on you right now,
I can totally-- 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. Um...
-Thank you. -Yeah, well, um...
I'll see you in, uh, biology.
Yeah, yeah. Um, thanks.
-Yeah. Sure. -Goodbye.
-Aw, man, do it upright. -(mutters): Fuck it.
-Aw, you got moked out. -You suck, man.
(laughter)
Maddy: 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. -McKay (on phone): I like you, too, Cassie.
I like you more.
Ew.
We are not in love.
But he did invite me to spend the weekend with him.
Maddy: Like, the whole weekend?
Cassie: 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.
BB: Sounds like true love to me.
Cassie: Whatever. She can't stop me.
Maddy: Honestly, I love your mom... (continues indistinctly)
Cassie: Yeah, well try living with her.
(girls chattering)
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.
Kat: 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.
-Kat: Um... -Unless it's human trafficking.
I don't fuck with human trafficking.
I'm not... human trafficking.
Yeah, us, neither.
Okay. Um...
I was just wondering if it's like,
a good way to anonymously get money online.
Ashtray: That's literally what it's made for. (scoffs)
(mutters): Dumb ass.
Cool.
I feel like that's it.
Rue: No, it's good, it's good. I like it.
♪ Finishing, eight or nine? ♪
♪ Tell me it's the perfect time ♪
Wait. Yeah, that really does look like I took it.
-Right? -Okay.
-It's good. -Yeah.
♪ Hiding from the rainfall ♪
♪ Come into my bedroom, come into my bedroom ♪
-Got it. -Do I look hot?
-Yeah. -Like, hot enough that you'd want to fuck me,
or like, cute?
Like... like me?
Or like him, me?
Either.
Yeah.
-Yeah, sure. -Yeah?
-Mm-hmm. -Should I, like, show more? Like...
-Rue: I don't know. -What do you think?
I-- I mean, it's-- whatever.
Whatever you, um, like to do.
I mean, what do you think, though?
♪ Come into my bedroom, come into my bedroom ♪
-Um... fuck. -(phone buzzing)
-It's my mom.
Hey, Mom. I'm just at Jules's house.
Um, well I have NA tonight.
So, like nine-thirty-ish?
Okay. Uh, love you, too. Bye.
-NA? -Yeah.
Narcotics anonymous.
Wait. You've been clean for like, two weeks, right?
-(murmurs): Yeah. That's right. -Rue!
-What? -Fuck you, come here!
-What? -You've been-- Come here! Oh, my God!
(kissing)
I'm so proud of you.
Rue: I've never met anyone in my entire life like Jules.
(breathes deeply)
Um, I'm gonna go get a glass of water really quick.
Okay.
-Okay. -Jules: Whatever, bitch.
-Rue: Oh, fuck me. -(water splashing)
(mutters): Fuck.
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Taking it all ♪
♪ Taking it all for love... ♪
Uh... I gotta go.
-But, uh, love you. -Okay.
-And I'll see you later. -(kisses)
-Bye. -Love you.
Rue: Love you, too.
♪ Spend some time with it ♪
♪ Make it under ♪
♪ Spend some time with it ♪
♪ Make it magic ♪
♪ Spend some time with it ♪
♪ To make under ♪
♪ Don't know where to go ♪
♪ I guess we'll keep it on the low ♪
♪ There's just no cure anymore ♪
♪ I guess we'll keep it on the low ♪
♪ I've seen some better days ♪
Rue: And, uh, 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, uh, maybe...
that'll get easier.
I hope it will.
Thank you.
(indistinct chattering)
Yo. Sixty days, no small feat.
Rue: Thanks.
-Very moving share. -Thank you.
Can I ask you something?
How'd you survive that OD?
-What do you mean? -I mean, somebody had to save your life, right?
-My sister. -Ali (whispers): Aw, man.
Older or younger?
Younger. Um...
-I have to get home, so-- -Like 12, 13?
-I don't really understand what the point-- -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.
Leslie: How was NA today?
(TV playing indistinctly)
Uh, it was good. I, um...
celebrated 60 days today.
I'm really proud of you, Rue.
Thanks.
(TV playing indistinctly)
-(knocking) -Hey.
Gia: Hey.
Whatcha doin'?
-Watching My So-Called Life. -(Rue chuckles)
-Rue: Fuckin' Jordan Catalano. -I know, right?
-Right. Ugh. -(Gia laughs)
Please promise me you will never fall for a Jordan Catalano.
But he's so cute. (laughs)
(phone dings)
Kat: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. It's okay.
(exhales) Okay.
Hey.
Hello.
Oh, shit. No!
(Skype chiming)
Oh.
Okay. (exhales)
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, yeah. I love your confidence.
Well, Jesus fucking Christ, you've gotta be one of the most
beautiful creatures I've ever seen.
(scoffs) I don't--
I don't know about that, but...
No, I'm serious. I'm-- I'm not even joshing you.
I mean... Jesus.
But, uh, I am gonna warn you.
Uh... (laughs)
I'm kind of-- I'm kind of an odd duck.
(laughing)
I mean, I'm serious. I got some extreme kinks.
-Okay. -But, uh, I'm real gentle.
-You wanna see something? -Sure.
-It's kind of embarrassing. -Why?
(clears throat)
(laughing)
-Well, hat are you laughing at? -Oh, no...
Have you ever seen a penis this small before?
Oh, my God. No, no, no. It-it's not small. It's not small.
-Don't lie to me. -I... 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. -(Kat groans)
-Uh... -That I'm a pathetic loser.
And I could never satisfy some beautiful princess like you.
(laughing): Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
-Ooh! -Come on, tell me you'd never fuck me.
I-I... I-I wouldn't.
-I really wouldn't. -(Johnny Unite whimpers)
-(crying): Tell me I'm a loser. -Are you crying?
Tell me I'm a pathetic loser with a baby dick.
(snickers, laughs)
-Yeah, keep making fun of me. -Wait.
-You want me to make fun of you? -Oh, yes, KittenKween.
Come on. It turns me on.
-(moaning) -(Kat laughs)
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.
(moans) I know. I'm pathetic.
And no woman would ever fuck you, because you're a big,
disgusting piece of shit!
(excitedly): I am! I am!
(laughing)
Keep laughing at me! Keep laughing at me!
-Tell me to stop touching it. -Please stop touching it.
You're literally 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.
Rue: But Kat didn't actually, like, believe him.
Until... three days later when she got a message.
Cassie: I wanna look cute, but not eager.
Maddy: Then don't wear that top.
Cassie: This? I thought it looked good.
I don't really know if I like this body suit, though.
(Cassie, Maddy chattering)
Rue: And within minutes,
$100 in Bitcoin was transferred to her.
-(scoffs) -Lexi: What are you looking at?
Kat: Nothing. Just this, um, article.
About what?
Um... you know, like, uh...
the Holocaust.
Oh. Cool.
-Love that. -Like, perf.
-Cassie: Lex? -It's cute.
(Maddy sighs) 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.
Suze: Have fun, baby girl.
No funny business, Christopher!
-McKay: Yeah, no, I promise. -Yeah, just be a gentleman.
And don't you dare get pregnant.
-(Maddy moaning) -♪ Oh! Oh! ♪
♪ Oh! ♪
-♪ Oh ♪ -(phone buzzing)
-(moans) -♪ Oh! ♪
-(panting): That was amazing. -(phone buzzes)
(panting): I know.
(faucet squeaks)
♪ Oh! ♪
♪ Oh, oh! ♪
♪ Oh! ♪
♪ Oh, oh! ♪
♪ Oh! ♪
♪ Oh, oh! ♪
♪ Oh! ♪
(whispers): Oh, my God. Fuck.
Maddy: Hey, my mom called. I gotta go.
-Nate: Okay, I love you. Bye. -Maddy: Love you, too.
♪ Eh, huh ♪
♪ Eh, hey ♪
♪ Lost my mind again ♪
♪ Ticking time bombs never wait ♪
-Out of my way, dick. -Okay, bitch.
♪ I might fucking blow up in your face ♪
This is, like, the craziest party I've ever been to.
I just want to make it through initiation.
You will.
♪ I don't need no medicine, keep that shit for the trembling ♪
♪ Never do the welcoming, you can hang onto the questioning ♪
♪ Who you think you are, bitch? ♪
Kill the fucking music!
-(shouting, booing) -All right, listen up, bitches!
We got some fresh meat up in here.
I want all your pledgie faggots up against the wall!
(cheering)
-Guy 1: Don't lose, bitch! -Guy 2: Fuck you, bitch! Drink this shit!
-Woo! -Last one to finish gets stripped naked.
-(music resumes) -(cheering)
Go, McKay!
Woo!
Yeah! Yeah! Woo!
(Cassie cheers indistinctly)
(crowd cheering)
Woo!
Yo! Strip that faggot!
(loud cheering, shouting)
♪ Skrrt off in that Benz in a drop top ♪
♪ Lamborghini in a drop top, hey ♪
Is it still alive?
Of course it's still fucking alive.
Fuck that, dude.
♪ Lamborghini in a drop top, drop ♪
I don't know, dude.
♪ I might skrrt off and then flip a bitch off ♪
♪ Two ounces I smoke I told them my exhaust ♪
♪ Get all these blue benjamins, bitch I'm a fourth ♪
♪ Can't relate to a worker cuz bitch I'm a boss ♪
♪ Float me some work and bitch I'ma get off ♪
-Follow my lead. -(glasses clink)
Crowd: Oh!
Chapter President: McKay brought the baddest bitch in the fucking game, yo!
♪ Prince ♪
♪ Prince, our glorious king ♪
-♪ Why you acting like you lost the crown ♪ -McKay: I love you.
♪ If you were never wearing one ♪
♪ Falling ever deeper dealing cards down now ♪
♪ You can't recognize yourself on the deck ♪
♪ Though they shake in the club ♪
♪ That ain't what he like, I'm in love ♪
♪ You tell me all the time, baby ♪
♪ It's over now, it's all right ♪
♪ Nobody showed up ♪
♪ I looked away♪
♪ Yelling at the sky ♪
♪ Screaming at the world ♪
Rue: This is so depressing.
♪ I'm still your girl ♪
♪ Holdin' on too tight ♪
(phone chiming)
-What's up? -What's up, Kat?
♪ Head good, better give her some money ♪
-♪ Pussy good, better give her some money ♪ -♪ What? ♪
♪ Head good, better give her some money ♪
-Kat: Hey. -Ashtray: What's up?
♪ Attitude, give her some money ♪
Mm... received. All right.
♪ Drop low, give her some money ♪
♪ Dressing room, 'bout to get her some money ♪
Twenty, 40, 60, 80, 100.
Twenty, 40, and 60.
One-sixty?
Twenty percent banking fee.
Fine.
Ashtray: Pleasure doing business with you.
♪ Bad bitch, better give her some money ♪
Do you think people are, like, 100 percent straight?
Like, 100 percent gay?
No, 'cause obviously there's, like,
bi people, asexual, pan...
-Sexuality is, like, a spectrum, you know? -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.
(sighs) I fucking hate this.
-Is this about Nate? -No. He's, like, super straight.
-Is it about your dad? -No.
That would explain why they're fighting.
It's not about any guy that I know.
Look, 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.
(chuckles)
♪ Geppetto, why you pullin' my strings? ♪
Yo!
Sorry, we're about to close.
Oh, just... I want to try a few things on.
Okay. Be quick.
♪ Stiletto, right through the silver lining... ♪
♪ I can't help it ♪
♪ Won't you help me find a way ♪
♪ To the moon and back ♪
♪ And myself, myself, myself ♪
Kat: Hey.
Um, can I ask your opinion on something?
Man: Yeah, sure.
Kat: How does this look?
♪ I am nowhere now ♪
♪ I want you be safe ♪
(Kat moaning)
(whistles) Yo!
You hear me? I said we're about to close.
Oh, yeah. Sorry. Um...
-I just wanted to buy these. -Cool.
You live around here?
-No, no. -No, word.
This place sucks.
Yeah.
I'll ring you up.
♪ Arf! Arf! ♪
Okay.
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ Yeah, uh ♪
♪ Grrrrr, it's what you hearin' ♪
♪ Listen, it's what you hearin', listen ♪
♪ It's what you hearin', listen ♪
-♪ X gon' give it to ya, -♪ What? ♪
♪ Fuck waiting for you to get it on your own ♪
♪ X gon' deliver to ya, uh ♪
♪ Knock, knock, open up the door, it's real ♪
♪ With the nonstop pop-pop of stainless steel ♪
♪ Go hard, gettin' busy wit it ♪
♪ But I got such a good heart ♪
♪ That I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it ♪
♪ Damn right, and I'll do it again ♪
♪ 'Cause I am right, so I gots to win ♪
-♪ Break bread with the enemy ♪ -♪ What? ♪
♪ No matter how many cats I break bread with ♪
♪ I break who you sending me ♪
♪ You motherfuckers never wanted nothing but your life saved ♪
♪ Bitch, and that's on a light day ♪
♪ I'm gettin' down, down ♪
♪ Like a nigga said, "Freeze!" ♪
♪ But won't be the one ending up on his knees ♪
♪ Bitch, please, if the only thing you cats did ♪
♪ Was came out to play, stay out my way, motherfucker ♪
♪ First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll, then we let it pop... ♪
Ethan: Ooh. You look different.
-What? -(song continues through earbuds)
You look different.
I changed.
♪ Let it go, let it go, X gon' give it to ya! ♪
Jules: Rue!
-Rue: Hey. -Guess what?
Rue: 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. -Yeah.
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 or something. Like...
Like, people here know I'm trans--
That doesn't mean that you have to meet this dude
at, like, 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, um, is Jules here?
-Yeah, she's upstairs. -Can I, um...
-Of course. Come on. -Okay.
-(door shuts) -David: Jules, Rue's here!
(computer playing indistinctly)
Hey. Um...
I don't want to fight with you.
I don't want to fight with you, either.
(breathes deeply) Um...
You have to understand that I just want you to be safe, okay?
(voice breaking): 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...
-(sobbing): 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-- I-I just don't want...
anything bad to happen, so, just, please don't be mad at me. Okay, Jules?
-Just don't be mad. -I'm sorry.
(sniffles)
I get it.
I love you.
I really do.
I love you, too. (breathes heavily)
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!
(doorbell ringing rapidly)
-(coughs, sniffles) -(pounding on door)
-Who is it? -Rue: It's me. Open the door.
Fuck.
(sighs)
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-- All I need is just, like, a few OCs.
-That's all. -Sorry, I can't help you.
Fez? Fez, I've had a really fucked up day, all right?
Look, it's been a really, really fucked up day, okay?
So I need you to open the door for me, okay?
-Can you open the door, please? -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 know you make your living off of selling drugs to teenagers.
And 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 dropout drug dealer
with seven functioning fucking brain cells.
-(banging) -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!
Open the door.
(whimpering)
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.
(mutters): I'm sorry.
(screams)
You fucking did this to me! (sobbing)
(whimpering): Open the fucking door.
-Open the door, Fez! -(banging)
Come on, man!
-(banging rapidly) -That is so fucked up!
(panting)
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Doing it all for love ♪
♪ Doing it all ♪
♪ Doing it all for love ♪
♪ Whoa ♪
♪ Taking it all for love ♪
♪ Taking it all ♪
♪ Taking it all for love ♪
Hey, um... is this Ali?
Uh, this is Rue.
I was just calling to see if maybe you
still wanted to get pancakes or something?
(song playing fast-forward): ♪ Taking it all for love ♪
♪ Taking it all ♪
♪ Doing it all for love ♪
♪ Doing it all ♪
♪ Doing it all for love ♪
♪ Taking it all for love ♪
♪ Taking it all ♪
RUE BENNETT: When Jules was 11 years old,
her mother took her on a trip.
♪ (TRIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
MAN: Are you making any friends?
-Not really. -MAN: Well, that'll change.
RUE: Although she had never been in a relationship,
Jules imagined spending a life with her new best friend.
But that was before Tyler.
Does the words you feel remind you of anything?
-(LAUGHING) -ALI: The feelings?
The... withdrawal?
Your obsession?
JULES VAUGHN: Tyler?
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪