Junkies, as any junkie will tell you, are not to be trusted.
They take what doesn't belong to them, not because they're thinking... but because they're junkies.
It's an addiction. And you have to kill the addict to kill the addiction.
That moment when your breath starts to slow. And every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have.
And everything stops: your heart, your lungs, then finally, your brain. And everything you feel, and wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks.
And then suddenly you give it air again, give it life again.
My legs broken, my back is weak
Those words got whispered, those words meant nothing
Someone peel the skin. from the back of my neck
It's time to get up now, it's time to go
Everything I touch, it rots away
I can build a life, out of this cures
The use wears off, like drying blood
My flesh is healthy, I can survive.
Rue Bennett: You are so fucking stupid, Lexi.
Lexi Howard: Why?
Rue Bennett: 'Cause I already flushed everything down the fucking toilet.
Lexi Howard: Well, I just came to check on you.
Rue Bennett: I don't want... I don't want you to fucking check on me, whether I'm fine or I'm not fine. What difference are you going to make? Are-are you going to give me a life advice? You gonna fucking help me?
Lexi Howard: Well, you're one of my best friends.
Rue Bennett : Give me a fucking break. 'Cause we went to fucking pre-school together? That does not make us best fucking friends.
Lexi Howard: You say all this, but what happens in three days when you knock on my door asking me to piss in some Tylenol bottle? What, you're gonna say the opposite? How we've known each other since pre-school and we're best friends? It's like you have a split personality disorder. Sorry if I miss the old you.
— The fact is ma'am, here your son's legal age. He wants to stay... He can't be forced to leave. And... He wants to stay. No, they all do. They're addicts.
— But he's just a boy. He didn't know what he was doing.
— Oh, no no. He knew. They all knew, that's why there are all those warnings posted all over town.
— Yeah, but if this drug is so addictive, why is it legal?
— Son... This town had serious drug problem. And all the problems that go along with it. We tried everything. Punishment for dealing, punishment for using. More enforcement, tougher enforcement, jail, hell, public humiliation. But, it all came down to one thing. Some folks... just wanna get high. So... We came up with a radical solution... Euphoria. Synthetic drug. Potent, legal, and totally addictive, and we warn everyone, not to use it. But like I said, some folks just wanna get high. One hit of this, and you are hooked. And we own them. Camp controls the supplies so of course we can set the prize, and we made it very affordable. Live in our camps, eat our food, and... you know, just do a couple of off jobs, pick up spome trash, mow the lawn, clean some toilets, and you get your Euphoria. And at night, man... party till you drop. The thrall is so intense, that everybody pays the price. It's an incredible achievement, really. Drug so powerful that it sublimates the sex drive.
— Are you saying Philip's going to be cleaning toilettes for the rest of his life? With no sex drive? He'll never marry. I'll never have grandchildren?