Euphoria

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

Rue is in love with Jules, I think.

Hey, I'm Ethan.

I'm Kat.

You look different.

I changed.

'Sup, Cass.

You wanna ride the carousel?

That's the guy from the motel.

- You're beautiful. - Thank you.

- That's Nate's dad?! - Yes. That's Nate's dad.

Hey. Tyler?

God, are you broken inside.

I went through Nate's phone, and it was weird.

I need you to promise me that you're not gonna tell a soul.

I'm sorry I got so angry at you before.

Maddy knew who she was from a very early age.

For as long as Maddy could remember, everybody loved her.

She never knew exactly what it was.

She just knew that she had something special,

something intangible, something immeasurable.

And it gave her confidence.

That's why she loved pageantry,

because you didn't have to be the prettiest or the tallest

or the blondest or the whitest.

You just had to have fucking confidence.

And she probably would have gone on to win Miss Universe,

if it weren't for... this guy.

A beauty pageant coach,

Marcus Cutler was arrested today on 18 counts of child molestation.

That's it. You're done. No more pageants. This is sick.

Her dreams were dashed by some random,

50-year-old creep who didn't molest her,

let alone even meet her.

She refused to eat for a week out of protest.

Drama!

But then she realized how much she liked not doing anything.

Maddy would never say it out loud,

especially not today, because everybody's so political,

but she never really had any desire to have a career... or job.

She was just interested in doing what she did,

just, without school and the other bullshit.

Her mother was an esthetician.

Which is a fancy way of saying she gave pedicures to rich people.

And her dad was a drunk,

who was always pretending to hold jobs longer than he did.

She quickly realized that there are two kinds of people in the world:

people who sit in the chairs with their feet in the foot bath,

and the people who kneel in front of the foot bath.

She used to sit and study the women who came in.

She'd pay attention to what they wore,

what they'd talk about,

and what she realized was that none of them actually did anything.

I mean, they may have, like, children to raise

or homes to decorate, but at the end of the day,

they literally did nothing.

They literally did... nothing.

And strangely, none of them had confidence.

She had had a thing for Nate for a while,

before he finally asked her out.

And at first, he was a gentleman,

like, flowers every day kind of gentleman.

- And he was smarter than most guys. - Maddy.

- Plus, Nate, like, really loved her. - You're so sweet.

I love you.

I love you, too.

And she did love Nate.

She loved her relationship with Nate.

She was also a really good girlfriend.

Granted, she didn't always tell the truth.

You're a virgin?

Because the truth-truth is that when she was 14,

on vacation in Panama City Beach,

she met a guy who was, like, 40.

Hey. You from around here?

Which in retrospect seems kind of rape-y and weird,

but honestly, she was the one in control.

Yeah.

She could tell by looking in Nate's eyes

- how much it meant to him. - Like fully?

Yeah.

That she was a hundred percent his.

What about, like, have you ever been fingered?

Only my own.

Plus, it's not like anyone can feel the fucking difference.

But that's the thing with guys like Nate.

They don't actually want a person.

They want something they can own and possess.

Like Sharon Stone in Casino.

But the cool thing about Sharon Stone in Casino

is that she ran the fuck over De Niro.

I would fucking kill for that coat.

And she did the same to Nate.

How much do you think it costs?

Seriously, Sharon Stone in Casino was, like,

Maddy's spirit animal.

She also watched a lot of porn.

Not because it turned her on or anything, it didn't.

But if you analyzed it really closely,

there were a ton of really good secrets.

Sometimes, during sex,

she would imagine she was a ventriloquist

controlling her body...

Moving her hips and arching her back in just the right way.

She wanted Nate to feel good about the way he fucked.

Because if you make a guy feel confident and powerful,

well, they'll do anything.

- That one. - I got you a present.

Really?

After dinner. It's in the car.

Oh, my God, it's perfect!

- I fucking love you. - I fucking love you, too.

She did worry about the whole monogamy thing, though.

It's not like she ever cheated-cheated.

But every now and then, she'd find herself in, like, a gray area.

I'll do anything to fuck you.

You're so sweet... but no.

Except for that DJ who said he opened for Calvin Harris.

And the stockbroker guy with the family who lived on Oak Street.

And hot dude who ran the roller rink.

But honestly, those were all times

when Nate and her were on a break.

Plus, Nate could be a real asshole.

And sometimes, Maddy fantasized about punching Nate.

But because of who he was as a person,

she was afraid he'd hit her back.

Especially because he was coming to terms with his sexuality.

You're fucking dead to me.

It's, like, the root of a lot of violence.

And when she got home that night,

she felt sick to her stomach...

like enough to throw up.

It wasn't the violence that scared her.

It was the fact that she knew no matter what he did,

she'd still love him.

Nothing in the world comes close to opiates.

A good ES 7.5 Vicodin? Fuck.

But honestly, the best thing I've ever had is fentanyl.

And there is not a thing on the planet Earth that compares to fentanyl.

Except Jules.

Jules is a close second.

Jules, Jules, Jules.

And then you know what would be better? Jules and fentanyl.

But I can't do both, 'cause Jules won't have me.

So for now, I'll choose Jules.

- Rue, dinner's ready. - Okay.

- Are you coming? - Yeah. No.

Yeah. For... aah... For dinner.

- Just, uh, give me a second. - Okay.

You two have a good time at the carnival?

- Yeah, it was cool. - It was all right.

Rue said you got sick on the Gravitron.

I don't want to talk about it.

So...

Jules slept over last night?

Yeah. So?

Are you two in a relationship?

I mean, yeah, kinda.

It may not matter what I think, but...

I really like her.

Yeah, me, too.

Baby, just take your time.

You've come a long way.

You're delicate.

- I'm not delicate. - Yes, you are.

It's fine, Mom. We, um...

We had a really long conversation about everything, and...

we're just gonna take things really, really slow.

Yo. Looks good.

You ready?

Um... How bad does it hurt?

It didn't hurt, like, at all.

It's all good. I've been doing this for years.

I love you, Rue, but there's no fucking way I'm doing that.

I didn't know what happened the night Jules met Tyler.

I knew it wasn't good, but I was afraid to pry.

And selfishly, things had been going really well.

Show me exactly where the holdup is.

Granted, after the carnival,

things got really fucking weird.

Hey, I gotta call you back.

Slow down.

Slow down. What's happened?

I'll meet you out front.

Thank you for coming down, Mr. Jacobs.

Do you want to tell me what's going on?

Let's talk when we get inside.

- Cal, you okay? - Yeah. Need a second.

Now, what had happened was...

that morning, Maddy went to school.

What are you, the Unabomber?

What are you, a dominatrix?

- No. - I didn't mean for real, bitch.

Obviously.

But seriously, are you okay?

Yeah. I'm just on my period.

- Okay. Bye. - Bye.

And Maddy's first class was Intro to Calc in room 202,

which unfortunately was in the upper left wing of the school.

Is the air conditioner, like, not working?