All language subtitles for Euphoria.US.S01E07.720p.WEB.x264-TBS

What happens in a month,
six months, a year?

When she tells you
she just wants to be friends?

Nate, why would I do
a single thing for you?

'Cause I'll put you in jail.

I need you to get in your car
and drive down

to the East Island
police station.

You're going to walk up
to the receptionist,

and you're gonna tell her you'd
like to confess to a crime.

Do you recognize that man?

He's the guy who assaulted me
the night of the carnival.

Can you please get out of
the pool?

This whole town
is so fucking boring.

I'm a burden, and it is
what it is and it's embarrassing

so I'm sorry.

No funny business, Christopher!

Fuck.

Cassie's dad
was really handsome.

The kind of handsome that made
people treat him differently.

Her mom used to get really
upset at him for flirting.

- Which wasn't fair.
- It wasn't his fault.

He really loved her.

He really loved them all.

Her dad always wanted her to
become a professional ice skater.

Wow. Thank you!

Aw, happy birthday, kiddo.

And for a while,
she thought she might.

She was a natural.

But her dad
couldn't afford lessons,

so he stopped encouraging her.

When she hit puberty,
her mother and her became best friends.

You're an angel.

I feel like a big baby.

Cassie, woman to woman, hmm?

You're perfect.

- Holy moly, look at you.
- What?

You're gonna be
a real heart breaker.

Trust me.

And it wasn't just
her body that changed.

But the rest of the world, too.

You remember Uncle Ted?

Oh, boy, look at you.
All grown up.

Come on, give me a hug.

- You really filled out.
- Sassy Cassie. Come here.

I bet you got all the boys
wrapped around your finger.

Boop.

Their family wasn't perfect.

Her mom had, you know,
some issues.

Oh, my God.

And her dad struggled
to keep a steady income.

- Fuck you.
- This is my family...

And they fought.

In the way all parents
kind of fight.

Except for the night before
she started ninth grade.

Her mom told her that her dad
was just being irrational.

Your father had some serious
jealousy issues.

Let me tell you.

Plus, he couldn't hold a
steady job to save his life.

I just think he didn't want the
responsibility of being a father.

It's too much work.

But Cassie had heard
differently.

My mom said your mom
cheated on your dad.

And that's why he left.

What?

At first, she was really
angry at her mom.

She resented her for being
such a hypocrite.

But then she realized that
her dad wasn't perfect.

I don't know if I want to
be associated with herpes

but, you know...

And her mom wasn't either,

and maybe they just weren't
right for each other.

He used to visit them
on weekends.

Bye, Dad.

- Bye, Dad.
- But, eventually,

it became once
every couple of weeks.

He said he was coming.

And then sometimes,
more than a month would go by.

Then one night...

he was driving home from work...

and was in the ICU for 23 days.

The doctors were afraid
he'd never walk again.

But Cassie knew he was strong,
and that he'd get better.

He was prescribed
fentanyl for pain.

Promethazine to
offset the nausea.

Liquid Lorazepam to sleep,

and Imitrex injections
for migraines.

Cassie would text him
and talk to him.

But as more time went by,
the less responsive he became.

And eventually, months went by,

and she didn't
hear from him at all.

Until one night, a week
after her 15th birthday,

she got a text from a random number
at about 1:00 in the morning.

And even though
she was excited to see him

and wanted to hug him,

there was something about the
whole thing that scared her.

I want you to know
there's never a day goes by

I don't think about you.

The number you texted me from.

Can I call you?

That's my friend's phone.

But I promise I'll reach you
to you with my new number, I...

Don't cry, baby.

I'm okay. I'm fine. Don't...

I just miss you, Dad.

I miss you, okay. I love you.

He said he needed a few things,

and made her promise
that she wouldn't tell a soul.

Cassie kept her promise,

and never told anyone
about that night.

She also never
saw her dad again.

She fell in love with
every guy she ever dated.

Whether they were
smart or stupid

or sweet or cruel,
it didn't matter.

She didn't like to be alone.

- What are you doing?
- Ex-boyfriend 1: I'm just filming you.

Why?

And every guy she ever dated
asked for the same things.

- Can I film you sucking my dick?
- What? No!

- What? Stop.
- Ex-boyfriend 3: Let's make a sex tape.

What? Get out of here. Come on.
I won't tell anyone.

- It's not that big of a deal.
- Yes, it is.

I don't wanna do this.

And she almost always said yes.

Even though it didn't always
make her feel good.

And she knew that most guys,
after she broke up with them,

would always share
those photos or videos.

The first time she found out,
she had a panic attack,

and wanted to swallow
a whole bottle of Tylenol.

But she didn't. Because, I mean,

what's the worst thing
anybody could say to her?

That she gave a blowjob
to a guy who didn't deserve it?

And she figured by the time
she was out of college

and looking for a job,
99 percent of the population

would have leaked nudes, anyway.

And then, at the beginning
of the year, she met McKay.

And fell in love with him.

And he fell in love with her.

I love you. And even though
things weren't perfect,

he loved her for who she was.

And even though she had
made a couple of mistakes,

I mean, they weren't big ones.

They weren't the kind of things
you couldn't come back from.

Previously on Love Island...

G rab the amazing-ness
that you have with Josh

by the balls.

People are always telling me
about great TV shows.

How I just have to watch
this show.

But the truth is,
I don't want good TV.

I don't want a novel,
or some slow burn,

or anything that
feels like work.

That's why I love reality TV.

It's funny, it's dramatic,
and I can focus on it.

It's pure, effortless
entertainment.

Romance hits the rocks.

She doesn't talk to me,
she doesn't acknowledge me.

- She's playing a game.
- -Woman: Honestly...

I want to lay down one moment

and then look around the next

and realize I have watched

22 straight hours of Love Island

over a two-day period...

and yearn for more.-

Some people may
find that depressing.

I don't.

It is, however, a good way
to measure depression.

Because when reality TV
begins to feel like work,

like, final season
of Mad Men work,

you know you're depressed.

Like, haven't got out of bed
to pee in 24 hours depressed.

Do I look different to you?

You look fine to me.

'Cause I feel different.

Okay, well, you don't look it.

I don't think I'm gonna
go to school today.

- 'Cause of Daniel?
- No, not 'cause of Daniel, Lexi!

Daniel's the last fucking thing
I care about right now.

Okay, well,
it's all you ever fucking talk about.

That's not true! I asked you how I look.
Not about Daniel!

Yeah, well,
you look beautiful, Cassie.

You look fucking amazing.

It's literally all
anyone's ever told you

your entire life.

Like, listen to yourself.
It's fucking exhausting.

The thought of having
to stand up,

exert 172 muscles
each step for 35 feet,

just so I can sit on cold
porcelain and piss out toxins

over and over again
for the rest of my life

makes the whole concept
of living

feel like one long,
sadistic joke.

But the absolute worst part
of depression

is that even though
you know you're depressed,

you're unable to stop yourself
from getting worse.

But I wasn't the only one
feeling down.

Jules? What's wrong?

- I'm sick.
- Okay. Let me know if you need anything.

After Halloween,

Jules didn't go to school
for a full week.

And even though I sent her about 50
texts, she didn't respond.

Happy Halloween.

I could tell something bad
had happened.

And that it had
something to do with Nate.

Tyler Clarkson
was booked for assault.

But this shit wasn't adding up.

And I was putting together
the pieces of the puzzle.

Howard, let's roll.

I wasn't gonna stop
until I got the truth.

False accusations
in today's world

can cause serious
long-term damage

to one's career, reputation,
and emotional well-being.

We all owe Nate Jacobs
a heartfelt apology,

and are excited and thrilled

to have him back
at East Highland.

Why would Jules lie
to help Nate?

I don't know.

- Well, have you asked her about it?
- No.

- You haven't asked her?
- No.

Keep looking, you mook.

I'm Morgan fuckin' Freeman and this
is the beginning of the third act.

Well, doesn't that seem like
the first logical step?

Honestly, Howard,
this whole thing is beyond logic.

Unless...

Jules is in love with Nate.

Why would Jules be in love with Nate?
You should listen to me.

- Bennett, the cigarettes are killing me.
- Hear me out. Listen. Listen.

Listen, the night of the
carnival, she said she wanted

to go meet up with this guy
she met online, okay?

He's some fuckin' jock,
he's from a conservative family,

and they were talking
and texting.

They've been texting for weeks.

And when I say texting,
I don't just mean regular fuckin' texting.

They were sexting.

- Like nudes?
- Yeah. Side note,

very nice dick. Very clean room.

Oh.

She never fucking say his face.

Yeah, so Jules is catfished.

Now hear me out.
So the night of the carnival,

she made plans with this guy

to meet up with him
at the lake, okay?

I fucking go home.
Next thing I know...

she's fucking
knocking at my window.

She's all emotional,

she's got fucking tears
in her eyes.

I say, Jules,
what the fuck happened?

She looks at me. She goes...

"He didn't look like
his pictures."

Yeah, that's like,
the definition of catfishing.

No, but do you know
what his name was?

- Nate Jacobs?
- Tyler.

Like, Tyler Clarkson?

You're goddamned right.

Maddy is 17, Tyler's 22,
and they fornicated.

- Statutory.
- Yeah. You saw it, I saw it. We all fucking saw it.

- Including Nate.
- And what is a lighter offense than statutory?

Assault.

Bingo!

Rue, are you pouring coffee
in the water filter?

- Yes, I am.
- Instead of water?

- Yes, I am.
- Well, please, don't do that.

And it's late.
You shouldn't be drinking caffeine.

Mom, please. I have homework.

Well, there's a sentence
I never thought I'd hear.

Will you let me know
when this is ready?

Hello?

Howard, it's Bennett.

- It's 2:45 in the morning.
- Don't you ever sleep?

Listen, why would Nate single
out Jules in the first place?

It's obvious he was
sexually attracted to her.

And because Jules
is predominantly het, okay,

he wooed her with his, uh,
fucking creepy jock magic shit.

She's super fuckin' sensitive,
she's very forgiving,

and she's basically the most wonderful
fucking person on the planet...

she fell for him.

That's why she
fucking testified.

I'm a genius.
I'm a fucking genius.

Hey, Mom! I'm a fucking genius.

I'm not even tired. It's crazy.

I'm not even fucking tired.

I feel amazing.

I'll be honest with you,
Bennett.

You're too close to this case.

- Who was that?
- Rue.

Think she's in, like, a manic state.
Is she okay?

I don't think so.

Fuck.

I don't know what you're gonna
say, but this feels like...

really dramatic.

Yeah, this is spooky.

It is not spooky, BB.

I just, I need your advice
on, like, two things.

And I need you guys to promise me
not to say a single fucking word.

So, the night of Daniel's
Halloween party,

something happened.

I don't usually come that fast.

That was amazing.

It's funny. I always thought I was
gonna lose my virginity to you.

- You're a virgin?
- No, I mean, when we were younger.

- When we dated.
- We dated?

Yeah, in sixth grade.

You and me?

Yeah, for like five months.

Oh.

I literally have
no recollection of that.

Wait. Am I hearing this
correctly?

You want to tell McKay
that you made out with Daniel

at the carnival
and on Halloween?

Yeah, but, I don't... I don't
have to say it's Daniel.

Bitch, that's the craziest idea
I've ever heard. Right?

For sure.

Yeah, but I want to be
honest with him.

- You cannot tell McKay.
- But it's not like I cheated-cheated.

Kissing is worse.
It's so much more intimate.

And if anybody brings it up,
you deny, deny, deny.

Okay, but, I just...
I don't want there to be

something this bad
between us forever.

I wouldn't worry about it, Cassie.
It's not like

you guys are gonna be
together forever.

Kat, what the fuck
is your problem?

You're being a bad friend now.
You were a bad friend to me,

and this whole new personality
is seriously unlikable.

World Star!

Why, because I won't sit and
listen to you bitch and moan

about your psychotic,
abusive boyfriend

who you've literally broken
up with a thousand times?

It was literally the lowest
point in my life, so, yeah.

That and the fact that
you're just fuckin' mean.

Maddy, ever since I've met you,
all you talk about is yourself.

Your clothes, your boyfriends,
whatever superficial shit

you think is so
fucking important.

Sorry I'm no longer interested.

I don't know about everyone
else, but I miss the old Kat.

You know, the one
who had a sense of humor

and wasn't a fuckin' cunt?

Damn.

What was the other thing?

What other thing?

You said you needed advice
on two things.

I don't remember.

What would you do?

Um, I don't know.

I've never really
been in a situation

where two guys
have been interested in me.

That's 'cause you're shy.

I guess so, but I've also
never been in a situation

where I've been interested
in two guys.

That's also 'cause you're shy.

Maybe.

But if you were in my situation,
what would you do?

Honestly, I don't think
I would say anything.

What if not saying something
makes you feel really bad?

Worse than saying it?

Yeah.

Well, then, I don't think
you have any other option.

How are you feeling?

Uh, I think I have the flu
or something.

You want me to
get you something?

- Something to drink, or something...
- Uh, no, I'm good.

You sure you got the flu, Rue?

Gia, right now I just need you

to leave me
the fuck alone, all right?

Narrator: Previously...

Look, Nate, we all make
mistakes in life.

We hurt the ones we love.

We let down our friends,
our family.

Sometimes we do it
out of ignorance.

Sometimes it's selfishness.

I am not perfect.

You know that.

But I've spent my life
trying to do better.

You have not.

But it is my wish for you.

I don't know how you got
out of this situation.

I know you didn't deserve
to, but you did.

And I admire whatever it took.

I just hope it didn't teach you
the wrong lesson.

Okay, this is gonna sound sick,

because I'm actually
in a lot of pain right now,

due to the sheer weight
and strain on my bladder,

but, man, does this
make me miss opiates.

Because your bladder is trained
from a very early age

not to pee whenever it wants to,

it needs permission
from your brain.

And when you're really high,

your brain gets a little...
lazy.

Too lazy to say something.

Come on. Breathe.

Come on, please.

It's probably why so many
drug addicts die on toilets.

The truth is,
the last time I left this room,

I didn't have
the best experience.

Sleeping all day?

It's quite the life.

Meet Rick.
My mom's new boyfriend.

If you were to ask Rick
to describe himself,

he'd say he was...

"A romantic at heart.

"I'm adventurous.
I love to travel.

"I love the outdoors...

great art, great movies,
great wine. Forever young."

Sorry, I'm sorry.

Oh.

- I miss your dad.
- Me, too.

So, enter Rick.

So...

Your mom tells me
that you have a new, uh,

"best friend."

What is that supposed to mean?

That, you know.

You got a new best friend.

You know what, Rick?

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

How dare you speak
to someone like that?

- Like that?
- Who? Rick.

- Don't be a smart-ass.
- Did I offend you?

Apologize right now.

In retrospect,
I was a little cunt-y.

But Rick does suck,
and I was angry.

For a lot of reasons.

Rick, I sincerely apologize

for telling you
to go fuck yourself.

What I really meant to say
is that my mom can do better

and I hate seeing you sit
in the chair my dad sat at.

If I am bipolar...

I sure as shit prefer mania
over depression.

Yo, Fez. So you know how
in every '90s thriller, right,

Morgan Freeman plays, like,
the same semi-psychic black cop.

- Yeah.
- So, I know that's kind of racist,

but the point is,
in every movie,

he's always calmly putting the
fucking pieces of the case together,

while everybody else around him
is fucking freaking out,

saying, "You don't know what the
fuck you're talking about, Morgan."

"You're... You're a fucking
bad husband.

You should fucking retire."

But no. Morgan is fucking
hyper-focused.

Because he can see beyond
the little details.

He's looking for
the big fuckin' picture.

Because all of this shit?
It's connected, Fez.

And it is way bigger than any
of us can even fucking see.

The point is, that's me.

Right now, that is fucking me.

I can see everything
so fucking clearly.

I know what happened,
I know why it happened,

and I know what the fuck
I'm gonna do about it.

Word.

Word.

- She can't hear me, right?
- She can't see you, either.

Okay, good, 'cause this is,
like, some real top-secret shit.

Trust me, Rue,
she not gonna gossip.

Okay.

- Do you still have that gun?
- What gun?

The one from the couch.

I mean, I got a couple guns.

Why do you have so many guns?

My grandma.

That's cool.

What you worried
about my guns for?

Okay, well, I was thinking...

that maybe you could use one
to scare Nate Jacobs.

Are you serious?

I mean, I'm not not serious.

Rue, that must be
the dumbest shit

you've said all fucking day.

You don't have to fucking point it at him.
You could just...

You could, like...
You could flash it.

You really have lost
your fuckin' mind, Rue.

Fuck, it's a bad fucking idea,
okay?

I just was fucking
spit balling, here.

I mean, he fucked with me,
he fucked with Jules.

And I want fucking revenge.
Okay?

Sorry.

Fuck. Mouse is here.

- The guy with the...
- All right, so, stay in here. Be quiet...

Fez, I can't... I can't stay in here.
Like, I'm really...

- Yes, the fuck you can. Shh!
- I'm not good with awkward silences.

Be quiet. Listen,
I'm really serious right now.

You just need to
sit your manic ass down,

and be quiet for five
fuckin' minutes, Rue.

I'm not fuckin'
playin' with you.

Sit down and shut the fuck up.

Okay.

So fuckin' weird.

Psst.

Psst.

Psst.

Yo, Rue.

Rue.

Rue, I'm so lonely.

Me, too. Don't forget about me.

That old lady?
She doesn't even know we exist.

All; Rue!

Eat us all.

- Eat...
- Us...

- All!
- Eat...

- Us...
- All!

Eat us all! Eat us all!

Yo, I'm gonna need you
to start moving some weight.

Yo, I'm just trying to keep it
low-key over here, man.

And I'm trying to make
fuckin' money.

Even if wanted
all this shit, bruh,

I don't got the money
for all this, man.

That's why you in luck.
I'm gonna front it to you.

Ten percent on the vig,
and I'll collect in a month.

I'm not tryin' to do
all that shit, man.

I ain't asking, bruh.

Step yo shit up.

One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven.

One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven.

One...

The other thing about depression

is it kind of collapses time.

Rue, are you listening?

Suddenly, you find your
whole days blending together

to create one endless
and suffocating loop.

So you find yourself
trying to remember

the things that made you happy.

Do you want to get closer? Yeah.

But slowly, your brain
begins to erase

every memory that
ever brought you joy.

And eventually,

all you can think about is how
life has always been this way.

And will only continue
to be this way.

Narrator:
Previously, on Love Island...

Grab the amazing-ness

that you have with Josh
by the balls.

I wonder if Jules is having fun.

Stay clear of the tracks...

Oh, I missed you!

So how are the suburbs
treating you?

They're claustrophobic.

Yeah, how do you like it?
How you doing?

I don't know.
It's been a weird, weird-ass year.

Weird in what way?

Weird in every way.

Shit. You make some
good friends, at least?

- Yeah, I got one.
- Yeah?

But it's, like, complicated.

Oh.

Well, are you friends,
or are you a little bit more,

- like a special kind of friend?
- Both, I guess?

- Aah.
- Yeah.

Okay. What, are you in
love with him or something?

- Her, not him.
- Oh!

- Ooh, a little plot twist. Okay!
- Yeah.

- No room for hetero-normativity in here.
- My bad.

So... what?

- I don't know. I don't know what it is.
- Yeah.

It's not, like, great right now.

I'm not exactly, like,
in the best place.

Why? What's going on?

I came here so I wouldn't
have to think about it.

Understood.

Oh!

- This one?
- No, I'm one more up.

Yo, Anna.

- Hey.
- Anna,

someone I want you to meet.

Hi. I'm Jules.

I know.

- Like it?
- Did y'all make these?

Our friend did.
I mean, are you guys gonna go out?

Uh, Anna's always trying
to put makeup on me.

So awkward.

I remember walking out of Sears

with my first pair of
heels in my backpack. Cute.

And my heart was fucking racing.

And I got home,
and went straight to my room,

locked the door, put 'em on...

And, I just...

felt like...

I was collecting...

herbs, or making potions in
order to up my manna, you know?

Like, it started with that,

and then it was clothes,
and then it was...

makeup, and eventually hormones.

Um, I just kind of kept
leveling up.

So, what level are you at now?

I don't know.

But I definitely haven't
reached my full power.

But you date guys, right?

Date isn't really
the right word.

What she means to say
is that she's a slut.

- Fuck you!
- What, it's not an insult!

- I mean...
- But you normally hook up with guys.

Yeah, but...

my relationship to men is weird.

- Like, how?
- In my head, it's like...

If I can conquer men,

then I can conquer femininity.

Why do you need a guy
to make you feel more feminine?

Hmm?

We'll circle back to that one.

- So have you?
- Have I what?

Conquered femininity?

I don't know.

But, it's not like I even
want to conquer it.

It's like I want to fuckin'
obliterate it.

And then move on to the next level.
Mmm.

And the next, and the next.

Level up. Level up!

Yeah. I don't really know what the
means, or looks like, but...

- I want it.
- Queerness is infinite.

Okay, look at me.

Yeah. You look adorable.

Stop.

I'm pregnant.

What?

Are you for real that
you're 100 percent pregnant?

Yeah.

I...

I'm sorry, uh...

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm... I'm just
a little bit nervous.

Nervous about what?

About what you're gonna say.

You're not really thinking
about having this kid, are you?

I really love you, McKay.

Yeah, I love you, too,

but I'm doing a lot
of shit right now.

I'm in the middle
of school right now.

It's a big fuckin'
responsibility, Cassie.

What if this is what I'm
supposed to do with my life?

What the fuck?

My parents are gonna kill me.

My coach is gonna kill me.

My parents are gonna
fucking kill me.

Fuck.

Cass, I don't even think
you wanna have this baby, okay?

It's not a... It's not a
fuckin' fairy tale. Like...

It may seem all cute and cuddly to
you, but this is real shit.

I'm not even ready to be a dad.

I don't know if that's selfish
to say or whatever, but...

Children are fuckin' scary.

You wanted to talk about it,
so here we are, we're talking about it.

But I say we don't do it.

I'm not saying
I'm gonna have a baby.

I just wanted to dream
about it for a minute.

You'll make the best mother
on the planet one day.

I say that without a doubt.

Hello?-

For some reason your screen is black.
Should I call you back?

No, I prefer to
keep it that way.

Oh. Okay.

- You drive a hard bargain.
- Yeah, well, a girl's got to eat.

300 for thirty minutes.

- You should have asked for more.
- Really?

- Let me see your whole body.
- Stand up.

Yes.

Keep going.

Yes.

Fantastic.

Are you nervous?

- I-I-I...
- I mean, I don't usually, um...

undress.

But I am special. Right?

Yes.

Then say it.

You're special.

So, get undressed.

Oh, wow.

You're beautiful.

Can you get me a mango La Croix?
Um-hmm.

- And those cherry rolling papers?
- Anything else?

- What up, Fez?
- What's up, man?

Yo, can I get, uh,
two of the rolling papers, too, bruh?

Yo, man.

I don't know what's been going on with
you, Rue, and Jules and shit.

But you should know,
I really do care about her.

Aren't you, like,
her drug dealer?

Nah, man.

What, are you in a relationship?

Nah, bruh, that's like,
my family.

So it's platonic.

Look, man,

all I'm saying is,
leave her and her friends alone.

Is that a threat?

Nah, I'm just telling you.

Or what?

We're not gonna be
having this conversation.

Fezco, let's get this straight.

You're, like, half a retard.

You dropped out of school
at 20, and now...

you're a gangster.

What are you, like, fucking Tony Montana?
What's the plan? Hmm?

You gonna be living in a mansion,
fuckin' pet tigers and shit?

Go fuck yourself.

Listen, bruh.

All I'm sayin', you keep fuckin'
with Rue and her friends,

and I'mma kill you.

It's gonna be $5.75, playboy.

An adult bladder can hold
two cups of urine.

But if you're telling your
bladder to hold off because, say,

you're in the worst depression
of your fucking life,

your bladder will
eventually fill.

And what begins to happen is...

all of the toxins
that your kidneys

have pushed into your bladder

begin to travel back
into your kidneys.

Fuck.

I know what you're thinking.
Rue, this is insane.

Don't get a kidney infection.
Walk to the bathroom.

Trust me, I'm thinking
the same fuckin' thing.

Like a little pot?

- You remind me of her.
- Who?

My best friend.

So what's she like?

- Honestly?
- Kind of a mess.

So I'm a mess?

- Yeah.
- How am I a mess?

I don't know yet.

- Should I text her?
- No.

You only get one more.

Fuck.

Jules.

What are you doing here?

- You texted me.
- I did?

Did you not want me to come?

You here alone?

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm scared of you, Nate.

I'm sorry. For everything.

I'm sorry for hurting you.

You...

you were the most beautiful
person that I've ever known.

I'm Tyler.

I'm the person that
you fell in love with.

I wanna kill you.

I'm yours. I'm all yours.

You're a pussy.

You're a bitch.

And I wish the whole
fucking world could know.

I know this isn't
gonna end well.

Hello?

Yeah, I'd like to
report a crime.

Mom.

I think I need your help.

Come here.

Come here. It's okay.
It's okay. I love you so much.

I love you so much.
You're so beautiful.

Fuck!

East Highland PD!

- Open the door!
- Come on, bro.

Hurry the fuck up out there!

We know you're in there.
Open up! Fuck!

Goddamn it!

- Fuck, bro.
- What the fuck, man?

Come on, bruh.
Hurry up, for real, man.

Unlock the door! Open up, now!

Goddamn it!

Rue, what's wrong?

Okay, baby. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

I had a therapist once

who said that these states
will wax and wane.

Which gave my mother relief,

because it meant that
in the bad times,

there would be good times.

But it also gave her anxiety

because it meant that
in the good times,

there would be bad times.

It always confused me,

because I didn't really
know what it meant.

It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

But it did sound a lot calmer

than the way
I would describe it.

I think I need to go
back on medication.

- There you go.
- How you feel? Okay?

I know you're feeling low
right now, baby.

But the fact that you didn't turn
back means you're gettin' better.

It does.

It does.

Granted, I didn't
realize until later

what waxing and waning implied.

That these feelings
were fixed and constant

and would never end
for the rest of my life.

Last night,

I couldn't stop thinking
about the day you were born.

What if I heard a voice...

Some narrator who said...

"Here's what's going to happen."

Obviously, there's something
wrong with her!

But all this happened
because I left.

I love Cassie
because how relatable she was.

She's trying to find her purpose
in life.

I felt like that's
a very realistic representation

of what it's like to be a girl.

Before we went into filming,
I actually got to sit down

and build
Cassie's character book.

That is an interactive
timeline diary

of her entire life, and so,

something that happened
when she was two with her dad

will create how she reacts

when she opens
her ice-skating present

on her tenth birthday.

Cassie's dad
always wanted her to become

- a professional ice skater.
- Wow!

But her dad
couldn't afford lessons

so he stopped encouraging her.

Cassie's father left
when she was growing up,

and she lost this man
that she looked at

as a superhero, and so,
she's always looked for

that kind of love to replace,
and Cassie feels like

she needs these men
to tell her she's beautiful,

or make her feel like
she has to accept herself.

Even though she's had...

these little things
here and there,

McKay is her first
real relationship.

You watch all these movies
and TV shows,

and your idea of what
teenage love is supposed to be,

and that's not what it is
in her life.

And she's searching for what
she's expecting it to be.

I really love you, McKay.

What if this is what I'm
supposed to do with my life?

Throughout episode seven,
you see Cassie asking herself,

"Should I tell McKay
that I'm pregnant?"

She couldn't go to her friends.
She didn't feel like...

And the one person she had there
for her was her mom.

- I think I need your help.
- It's okay.

Cassie realizes that maybe
her mom does know what to do,

and maybe she should listen.
Her mom was...

amazing and helpful
and there for her,

and I think that's really
important for a lot of teenagers

because they don't think
they need their parents.

I mean, I went through
so many things myself

where I'm like,
"Oh, I know what's what.

"I don't need my mom." And I wish
I would have gone to her first

without making
different decisions that I did.

I'm so proud to be a part
of this show

because as an actor, you dream

of these very gritty,
realistic roles,

and I feel that
Euphoria has that.

Being on a show that represents
so many different people,

I hope that people
find themselves

in these different characters
and know that they're not alone.