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Previously on Cruel Intentions.

How about I walk with you?

- No talking. - Not a word.

Where's Annie Grover? I want her.

- What's in it for me? - I'll give you what you want.

Me.

- I really like you. - I really like you too.

I gotta go.

I'm frat Treasurer. Things started to come together,

like how many reimbursement checks Scott was signing over to you.

What the fuck do you want?

- Scott, what's going on? - Stay the fuck away from me.

Fuck my mom for paying my tennis coach to fuck me.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that.

No, I'm sorry that happened to you.

You haven't won yet.

Game on.

What the fuck? Hey, get off!

- This way. This way. - Help!

Twenty-one.

- First legal drink, baby. - We're really doing this?

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Okay, you can just not.

♪ Happy birthday, dear Lucien ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ - Whoo!

Chug that shit!

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

I've always wondered what alcohol tastes like.

Whoo!

- Shots. Let's go. - Hey! Come on!

Happy birthday.

Did you bring me a gift?

Oh.

You are the gift.

It's your birthday. Not a free-for-all.

What if I want a free-for-all?

It's not one.

I do have something else for you though.

Something you'll want.

Well, I want for nothing except you.

Ooh, harder.

I told you, you have to win that.

I intend to. Today.

A little gift from me to me.

So consider this your 12-hour warning and wax whatever needs waxing,

'cause I'm closing on Annie by the end of business.

I laser.

And you seem awfully confident, considering.

Well, I'm a confident kind of guy.

I'll have your consolation prize waiting for you.

This party is gonna blow your mind.

I look forward to being blown.

Hi, Annie. How are ya?

- What are you doing right now? - Not Alpha Gamma material.

Fuck that guy!

No! I can't even look at him, man!

No chance!

- Cut him. - Pussy magnet!

See? Now we're talking.

- Yep. - Wow, excellent vascularity.

Alpha gamma, let's go!

No chance!

- Hey! Come on, come on... - No!

- Come on, come on... - God, I hope he dies, man. Straight up.

Whoa... That's not very nice.

- My bad. - Just fucking cut him, bro.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. He's a Scholl.

As in the doctor.

That means he's probably into fucked-up foot stuff, right?

- He looks like a homo. - Yeah, and we already have you, Blaise.

Ooh!

All right. Fucking cut him. Let's go.

Let's go. Next.

Good stuff.

You're the boss, man.

- Hey, man. What's up? - Hey. What's up?

Not much. Just thinking power looks really good on you.

Thanks.

Is that it, or...

Yeah. Just wanted to catch up.

Hey, you, uh, never did tell me how it went with Annie the other night.

Why would I talk to you about a girl, Blaise?

Right.

Gotcha, brother.

Mmm, yeah. It's over.

I'm sorry, I really hate to be a stickler about this,

but, to me, that's definitely sounding like you're not a virgin anymore.

I mean, it was literally one second. Like, it was one thrust,

and then he just kind of ran away.

A thrust is a thrust is a...

- Stop saying thrust. - ...thrust.

- Sorry. - It doesn't count.

- Really? - Yeah.

I'm sure Scott feels the same way.

I mean, it probably didn't count for him either.

- He was a virgin too? - Yeah, that's what he said.

That's kinda sweet.

Reminds me of Professor Chadwick a little.

Scott reminds you of a professor?

Your professor is a virgin?

I said a little. Forget it. Never mind.

Technically, though... technically, she did have sex.

You did have sex.

Scott was inside you.

So, I mean, like it or not, he was your first.

Don't get me wrong, I'd love a do-over myself.

- I mean, I lost mine to my... - CeCe, please.

We're talking about Annie right now.

We don't need to hear how you broke your hymen.

Well, that's actually a different story.

Gorgeous palomino named Lucky.

Okay. You have to go.

We still need refreshments for Lucien's party tonight, remember?

Oh, yes.

- Yes. Yes. - Yes. I'm on it.

- Okay. - Exceedingly on it.

You will not have to worry about a single person being refreshed.

- Not tonight. - Fantastic.

Bye.

- Love you. - Love you.

Don't listen to her.

Whatever happened, that was not sex.

That was a learning experience.

You need to regroup and focus on yourself.

- Mmm. - And trust me,

the last thing you need right now is a rebound.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

You're right. Okay. I'm over it.

- Good. Good. - Good.

I really hope everything goes smoothly tonight.

- Is there anything I can help you with? - Oh, no, no, no, no.

I just...

I just really hope today is perfect for Lucien.

- I'm sure it will be. - Yeah.

I don't know, birthdays have always just been a little hard for him.

Why?

Hello? Is anybody there?

I have a life to lead that doesn't revolve around

waiting for a bunch of pencil pushers to deign to not do their sad little jobs.

Oh, fuck.

- What do you want? - How long have you been back there?

Long enough to not do my sad little job.

- Well, can you actually do it? - How can I help you, Blaise?

Congressman Russell's office needs my academic transcripts

by the end of day today, and despite three requests,

the best and brightest working here

seem to find it beyond their capabilities to press "send."

Okay. Uh, come in.

Blaise Powell.

I seem to have figured out the problem.

Run-of-the-mill ineptitude, I assume?

Uh, not on our part.

We'll be happy to send over your transcripts

as soon as you pay the outstanding balance on your tuition.

Yes, well, uh, my dad's being a dick right now,

but they'll send the money, obviously. Eventually.

So, uh, if you just send the transcripts over in the meantime,

that'd be great.

I can't. I mean, not without that money.

Look, Beatrice...

You're in arrears.

There's nothing I can legally do to help you.

Is there something illegally you could do?

Well, I do know of a loophole,

but that could be a big risk, so...

This is extortion.

I prefer to think of it as

offering my cooperation for your cooperation.

You know you'll get your transcripts.

All I need is access.

Yeah, that's never gonna happen.

I have a strict closed-door policy.

Okay.

Well, when you get desperate enough,

maybe I'll still be willing to negotiate.

- Hi. - Hi.

No "happy birthday"?

Happy birthday.

What are you doing here?

See, I thought we were past this whole cold-shoulder thing.

I walked you home. I was a perfect gentleman.

Yes, you were. I just have plans.

- Great. What are we doing? - We are not doing anything.

You're not gonna make me spend my birthday alone, are you?

I'm not trying to be mean.

I just don't think you would like this.

Well, if you're there, I will.

- Hmm. - Come on. It's my birthday.

Okay. You asked for it.

I don't think you're supposed to say that anymore. It's a little bit victim-blame-y.

Okay, if you're gonna come, you need to shut up.

Close the door.

- Who told you to stack this here? - You did.

People can't get in and out of the house.

They'd have to climb over a dozen cases of Coca-Cola

just to get to the goddamn mailbox. It's a fire hazard.

What is all this?

What if Caroline needs to leave right now?

You said to get refreshments.

I didn't mean that kind of Coke.

The theme is "Paradise Lost."

When you think "Paradise Lost," do you think "soda"?

Well, when I think "Paradise Lost," I don't really think "party" either.

The themes aren't really what I'd call celebratory.

I was discussing it with Professor Chadwick,

and he says it's really a story about the ultimate punishment for disobedience.

Okay, I've heard enough about Professor Chadwick.

He was just trying to be helpful.

His perspective is actually really stimulating.

Maybe you need less stimulation.

What do you mean?

You have been distracted, you have been late to things

and you are constantly talking about him.

- No, I'm not. - Chocolate cake made you think of him.

German chocolate cake.

Is there some medication you should stop taking?

- Or should be taking more of? - Prozac won't help this.

- Try lithium. - Lithium doesn't work on love.

CeCe, this is not love.

This is a manic episode.

No, I'm telling you. That's why I was so sick.

A roving ne'er-do-well confirmed it's definitely love.

Lucien doesn't know anything about love.

- That's what I said, but he actually... - This is an obsession.

Just like that fixation you had on your tennis teacher.

Adrian was different.

You do this every time. You develop these fantasies

about the men in your life, and I don't want you to get hurt again.

We need to take care of this right away. Get him out of your system.

Like a juice cleanse?

Fuck him, CeCe.

The sooner the better.

- That doesn't seem like it'll help. - It will.

Because once a fantasy becomes a reality, it's no longer interesting.

The power comes from the potential.

Take away the potential, and there's nothing left.

So go. Seduce him.

I don't think I'd be very good at that.

- You did it with... what's-his-face? - Blandsman?

I can't just show up to class in my underwear with an ice bucket.

Okay. Fine. You know him.

Use it. Fuck him and be done with it.

- I think I have an idea. - And return all that soda.

- I'll be back later. - Wait, where are you going?

I have a consolation prize to procure.

Here you go.

- Hi. How are you? - Hi.

- I'm signing in. I'm Annie Grover. - Oh. Yeah. Okay.

- Thank you. - Sure.

Uh, come on.

Happy?

Not since I was a child.

So, is this really what you had planned for today, or is this all for my benefit?

Oh, what, you don't love it here?

- No, I do, in fact... love it here. - Hi, good morning.

I knew you would.

It's, um, life-affirming.

Yeah. Just wait till we get to the bedpans.

Is that what you do here?

Yeah, and a lot of sponge baths.

A lot of, um, wiping.

You know, wiping whatever needs wiping, really.

- And the residents enjoy it too. - Oh, I'm sure.

After you adjust their catheters.

- I talk to them, you deviant. - Mm-hmm.

Deviant? You're the one with all the wiping.

Okay. They actually have pretty good stories, so...

I'm sure. About soft foods and insurance premiums.

That's not what they talk about.

They talk about fucking mostly.

- Oh. - Yeah.

- This place? Riddled with STDs. - Okay.

Hi.

Let's, um... let's take the stairs.

- Yeah? - Yeah, I think so.

- Okay. - Okay.

Cool.

And to think you could've spent your birthday doing body shots off of strippers

instead of playing cards with a woman named Doris.

You know, play those cards right,

and I could end up doing body shots off of Doris.

You know, apparently it's very horny in here.

- It's locked. - Of course, it is.

You know, maybe I'll introduce Doris to mah-jongg.

- I mean, I'm pretty good. - Hmm. Strip mah-jongg?

Well, that depends. I mean, are you playing too?

Shit.

I guess this is when it pays to have a Secret Service team.

Oh.

If I had any reception.

Do you?

Nada.

Hey, buddy... don't wanna bug ya,

but I just need your signature real quick.

For what?

Oh, fraternity business, reimbursements, party shit.

Leave it in my room. I'll sign it when I'm done.

Scott, it'll only take a second.

Why are you in here?

You don't play sports.

Yes. I know that, but, look,

I-I just needed a signature real quick 'cause I'm out a lot of money right now.

- So... - So? Cover it yourself.

I'll get to it when I get to it, okay?

Okay.

Hi, there.

Is there a really annoying redhead working the front desk right now?

- Hi, Yolanda. - Oh, Miss Caroline.

I'm sorry, but your parents aren't here.

I know.

And neither am I.

♪ Seen the secrets that you shared You never seemed like you cared ♪

♪ What would you do if you were mine I grab your smokes and drink your wine ♪

♪ Got my future in your hands Wanna be part of your plans ♪

♪ I'm on the edge, a bit confused ♪

♪ You make me n-n-nervous ♪

♪ Just like a schoolgirl ♪

See you next week.

- Hey, I have... - Okay.

Nope. No, no, no. Thank you.

Great job.

- Really great class today. - Thank you.

You know, I've been thinking recently.

- Just recently? - About class, actually.

I've been thinking about a way to add that human-interest element.

Oh, great. What were you thinking about it?

Sex.

I mean, their sex lives. The fascists.

I can't say that I've given much thought to the sex lives of fascists.

Well, exactly. That's exactly what I'm saying.

I don't think anybody really thinks about it,

but I think it could add some new insight.

Could be quite... revealing.

How so?

Um, well, what if all that longing and pent-up energy

actually contributed to their political agendas?

So, you're saying that fascism is a result of sexual frustration?

I mean, it could be.

Um, everybody knows that Hitler was miserable with Eva.

I think it's fair to say he could have used a release.

And Napoleon.

He was obsessed with Josephine while he was away fighting.

It completely distracted him from making sound decisions in battle.

I mean, don't you think wanting something, someone,

so badly could make anyone a little crazy?

You sold me.

I mean, it's at least worth exploring.

Why don't you, uh, put together a reading syllabus for us,

and we'll, uh, take a look at it later?

Reading syllabus.

Um, yes. Okay, good. I'll do that for us.

I mean, for you. Um, I love reading, so...

Great.

How'd this door get locked?

Hello?

Hello, anyone?

I mean, they're all probably fucking STDs into each other

with their hearing aids turned off, so I don't think they're gonna hear us.

Someone has to hear us eventually. Or they'll notice we're missing.

Hello! Hello!

You got a real crack Secret Service team.

I mean, Annie Grover, the vice president's daughter,

felled by a stairway.

They don't follow me everywhere. I'm not the president,

and most of the time, I don't even want them to.

So, how long until you think they'll notice?

I mean... ...I usually stay here a few hours.

Why? You're enjoying this?

- Could be worse. - We're locked in a stairwell.

- So? - Right. I forgot your whole thing.

Lucien Belmont, the boy who cares for nothing.

Firstly, I'm 21 today, so I'm the man who cares for nothing.

And, secondly, I care about a lot of things.

I resent the implication I don't.

You know? I care about good, clean American fun.

All the amendments.

- You know, freedom of speech... - Mm-hmm.

...the one about guns

and, uh...

...well, maybe I care about you.

Okay.

Okay, well, if you care about me, then you'll help me get us out of here.

Blaise, hold on.

Mind the wings.

I'm with him.

This is a pretty great party.

It's like Persepolis but with less fire.

- Don't talk to me. - That's rude.

Those transcripts aren't gonna send themselves.

That's talking to me.

Wait.

That's a word that you're saying in my direction.

Know what? Fine.

I don't have to speak, okay?

I am fantastic arm candy.

You do know what you look like, right?

Oh. You're back.

- Just had to find the right date. - It's not a date.

It's not a date.

I need a drink.

Or a lobotomy.

Rum and Diet Coke for me, please.

God, I hate you.

Thank you so much.

- Hi, guys. - Hey. What's up, Caroline?

Has Lucien arrived?

Not to my knowledge. Not yet, no.

He loves an entrance.

CeCe?

- Yeah? - Anything else?

You haven't been this quiet

since your mother had your jaw wired shut freshman year.

No freshman 15.

So, you didn't fuck him.

I tried, I swear. I mean, I did everything right.

I got him alone. I'm telling you, I used everything I knew.

- I put the moves on him in a major way. - I do not need details.

All he did was tell me to make a syllabus.

He probably had no idea what you were doing.

No. Trust me, he knew. He just didn't want to have sex with me.

Not possible.

Really? How do you know?

I've seen him. He carries a backpack.

- I carry a backpack. - I know.

You just have to make it more painfully obvious.

I don't think it could be more painful.

Just get him out of the classroom.

- What if he rejects me again? - He won't.

That hasn't been my experience.

He's a man, CeCe.

And men, beyond all reason and above all else, want one thing.

To fuck.

My turn.

Desert island draft pick.

Me or your mom?

My mom, easy.

Okay, that was just a practice round.

- Me or Beatrice? - Don't be a dick.

Oh, I think the fact that you think that was mean

says a lot more about you than it does me.

Okay, fine. Then I pick Beatrice.

Well, that's just insane.

Me or Scott?

Too soon?

Okay, well, I don't wanna play anymore.

You never really did tell me what happened there.

And I'm not going to.

No, I'm just saying, you know, if he did something or you need help or whatever...

I'm here.

You're really bad at this.

Okay, feelings are not really my forte, but I'm trying.

Hmm.

For instance, when I saw you and Scott all coupled up together, I had...

Mm-hmm?

...feelings.

Oh.

Wow. That's really vulnerable.

Okay, I was jealous.

- I'm sorry. I was jealous. - Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I feel glad that you were jealous.

Well, I feel glad that you feel glad.

This isn't a good idea.

Feels like a pretty good idea to me.

No, it's just, I don't... I don't think that we should do this today.

You know, I'm in a weird place, and you're in a weird place.

- No, I'm not. - Yeah.

People are weird on their birthdays sometimes.

Wait, who's being weird? I'm being weird?

Look, I just think that we should concentrate on getting out of here.

You know?

Caroline's been working really hard on your party.

- So this is about Caroline? - No.

I mean... yes, but she's...

she's concerned.

Caroline's concerned?

Let me guess. You need to take some time to yourself

after everything that's happened with you and Scott.

And about you.

How birthdays are hard for you because... of what happened with your mom.

Caroline told you that?

She... She's just worried.

Fuck this.

Lucien. Lucien, wait.

Lucien.

Lucien, where are you going?

Wait, Lucien.

Lucien.

Hi, honey. I'm looking for the birthday boy.

I'm not him.

Okay. Whatever.

Oh, here's the birthday boy now.

I'm not a boy. I'm not a boy. He's joking.

I don't have time for this. I have someone to seduce.

Okay.

Professor Chadwick.

- You're here. - Yeah, I got your message.

- Are you okay? Are you sick again? - No, I'm fine.

I lied to get you here. I just...

I really needed to talk to you.

And, uh, where's here?

This can't happen.

Wait! Wait, I'm so sorry! Fuck! I had a balloon earlier.

And God knows what was in that thing,

but it must have made me completely crazy. And I know there's no excuse,

but I just want to say that I'm so sorry, and please don't fire me.

CeCe, I'm not gonna fire you, but we both have to pretend that never happened.

Totally. I'm so sorry.

That was so stupid, and I just... I've just been so distracted lately

and completely preoccupied, and I was sick last week,

and I really would have never thought anything of it,

but then I realized I have these feelings for you,

and I thought that if you didn't find it completely repulsive,

we could just have sex. Like a juice cleanse but not.

But I have done them before and really they work wonders.

- I mean, my skin was never clearer. - What?

There are toxins in your body, and it's very important to get them out.

No, I mean before the juice cleanse stuff.

Oh, right. Um, I was just saying that I got it crystal clear.

I totally understand. You don't have the same feelings for me and I...

I do, but...

- I gotta go. - Wait. You do what?

I think you're amazing.

Okay. Sorry, I'm just really bad at this stuff.

Does that mean you did or didn't like the kissing?

It doesn't matter.

These aren't the type of feelings that we can get rid of by sleeping together.

- So you didn't like it. - CeCe, we can't do this.

I'm a professor. And your boss.

It's a power imbalance.

Okay, so you are firing me? Or you want me to quit?

No. No. That's the exact wrong way to handle this.

We work so well together.

Which means we need to keep things professional.

Just keep on living our own lives.

Yes. Living our own lives.

What does that mean?

You should date. Other people.

I'll do the same.

While we're doing that, we can get to know each other better.

And after you graduate, we'll see what happens.

You want to see what happens?

Yes. I really do.

Now I really gotta go.

- Look who showed up. - Hey, Lucien. Happy birthday.

- Finally. The birthday boy. - Not now.

Leave.

Happy birthday.

Get everything you wanted?

You had your hand on the scale with Annie all day.

Got you that gift though.

I thought we were supposed to be in this together,

but there are lines that we don't cross. Mothers included.

You know perfectly well that there are no lines between us, dear brother.

That's what makes it so fun.

Did you honestly think I was gonna make this easy for you?

- That was too far. - You said you wanted a challenge, Lucien.

- Well, here's your fucking challenge. - This isn't about any challenge.

- You're scared. - Scared?

Of you?

I saw it in your eyes that night.

With your mom.

You want me, and it terrifies you.

You are the stuff nightmares are made of.

You'll get what you want.

But it'll be on my terms.

I'm done playing by your rules.

It's about time you cracked the whip.

You don't have the upper hand anymore, Caroline.

Lucien. Oh, my God. There you are.

Listen, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything about your mom.

That was stupid, and I feel awful.

It's fine.

No, it's not fine. But don't be mad at Caroline.

Okay, she only told me because she loves you.

Oh, you have no idea what Caroline loves.

Okay.

She's your sister.

Only because my dad married her mom

after I found my mom hanging from the rafters on my 12th birthday.

You were wrong.

About Professor Chadwick. He's not like Adrian.

He's not something I can just fuck out of my system.

Not that Adrian was something I fucked out of my system.

But, Caroline, he loves me too.

We just have to wait until graduation, and then we can be together.

- Well then. - I'm happy for me too.

So happy.

This is going to completely destroy my emotional baseline,

but I feel like it's so worth it.

Stop, stop. I'm so sorry.

- What are you doing, man? - For fuck's sake.

- I think you have to back off, Lucien. - Scott, it's okay.

You should go and sleep it off,

- okay? - Back the fuck off my girlfriend!

She's not your girlfriend, Scott. You're gay.

It's time for cake.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Police, nobody move!

Break it up!

- Scott! Scott, let's go. Come on! - It's a raid!

Fuck off me! Fuck off me!

Break it up!

Put your hands up!

Put your hands up!

On the ground!

It's about time that you got here.

You should also check out balloons in there. That was not helium,

and they've all these kinds of illegal things

that they're probably already flushing.

Like pills on trays.

And there's also, um, apples that are not for eating.

Oh, my God. Lucien.

Come on.

Let's go!

Come on, move! Move!

Go, go, go!

Move it.

Go. Move it.

That's "A" as in "Alpha." And "G" as in "Gamma."

And I can give you all the details and names that you need.

And also, um, specifically Delta Phi Pi.

So that's "D" as in "Delta."

Do you want me to just write this down?

Next on Cruel Intentions.

Let the entire institution of Greek life

hang itself in the court of public opinion.

A lot of money is missing, Blaise. You turned me into a criminal.

Neither one of us is a criminal.

Professor Chadwick invited me to the poli-sci department meeting tonight.

You have a history of making sacrifices for men who aren't who you think they are.

Trust me, I know him.

And I know men.

Welcome to your last dance, ladies.

First, you must be tested. Ways in which you cannot imagine.