I thought you were off of relationships
ever since Cash broke your heart.
I was.
Me and Luca will hang out for 12 straight hours. Then...
Going home to change for the dance or something?
I'm not going to that.
And then, when I'm with Aaron,
it feels like we are in the friend zone.
- Then... - I like you like you.
And I'm down to make this a thing if you are.
Luca!
Before tonight, I didn't even realize either of you cared.
Now, you know.
It was time for me to grow up and make a decision.
Hey.
What are you doing here?
I screwed up.
I-I'm sorry.
I should've never let you go.
College is about figuring out who you are,
maybe before you're even ready.
It's when you decide what you want to be...
what you care about...
what kind of choices you're gonna make...
and even who you want to be with.
Look, I've been doing a lot of thinking,
and I don't want to be without you.
Can we talk for a minute?
But at the end of the day,
being grown is about facing those tough decisions head on.
Yeah. I'll text you.
♪ Watch out, world, I'm grown now ♪
♪ I'm grown ♪
♪ Learn something new every day ♪
♪ I don't know, so I'm-a feel my way ♪
♪ Got the weight of the world on me ♪
♪ But no regrets, this is what I say ♪
♪ Watch out, world, I'm grown now ♪
- ♪ I'm grown ♪ - ♪ You can tell me ♪
♪ My heart beating so loud ♪
♪ Mama, look, I'm grown now ♪
♪ I'm grown ♪
Synced & corrected by kinglouisxx www.addic7ed.com
So, I'd gone from wanting to know
how two guys felt about me...
...to knowing exactly how three guys felt about me.
And now, I didn't know how I felt at all anymore,
except for completely confused.
And, yes, I know there are worse problems in the world
than having three boys chasing after you...
...but it didn't really feel like it.
- Excuse me. - Excuse me. Excuse me.
Well, it looks like we won't be working out today.
Del Taco?
Mm.
Hold on...
'Sup, ladies?
Hey.
You guys working out? Why don't you jump in?
You should jump out.
Why are you even here? The basketball season is over.
Yeah. You should be out shopping
for your pink tuxedo for the draft.
Actually, um, I'm considering staying another year.
Why?
You're gonna be the number-one pick.
I made a commitment to this program.
And I feel like, next year,
we could have a real shot at the championship.
Okay, relax, All-America.
This isn't "SportsCenter."
Yeah, be real. What's going on?
I'm just gonna copy and paste a Wikipedia article,
then change all the font to Wingdings,
then act totally surprised
when the professor says that the file was corrupted.
Just like that, boom!
Bought myself an extra week on the assignment.
Nomi, this is a group project.
Shh.
Do you smell that?
Oaky notes of carob and subtle undertones of...
...hibiscus.
I think that's just weed.
Oh, no, friend-o.
That's not just weed.
That's Blueberry Hornet.
I thought this was just a myth.
Yo. Come in.
Or don't. Whatever. I don't care.
Wow. This is...
I know, right?
Wow. The blueberry finish on this is really special.
I want to say that I see what you're going for,
but I also don't want to lie to you.
Hold up. Are those cut-up pieces of...
Is that Zoey's belt?
Is this about Zoey?
Aww, Luca!
I'm sorry, ma'am. It's not my fault you slept all day.
This is what's left.
Look at me.
Do you honestly think lettuce and honeydew
are gonna cut it right now?
Yo.
Whoa. Looks like we both had a big night.
Hard to say.
Last thing I remember is Nomi trying to kiss me.
Right...
Okay. So, look, quick question.
Um, do you think Zoey would like it
if I surprised her with "Hamilton" tickets?
I'd nod my head, but everything hurts.
Okay. I just wanted to make sure
before I sold all the microwaves at Hawkins.
You'd really do that for her?
Yeah. I mean, I probably shouldn't, but I would.
Wait, what's happening here?
So, after spending the day locked in my room
trying to make a decision, I finally decided that
spending the day locked in a room
is a horrible way to make a decision.
At the end of the day,
I told myself that the grown thing to do
was get my ass out of bed, go to class,
finally face these guys head on, and...
and...
that was about as far as I'd gotten.
Oh.
Mira, we need to talk about Aaron.
Yoooo. We need to talk about Luca.
Girl... we need to talk about Cash.
I kind of want to go back to my room.
Wait, what are you doing?
We're supposed to be in class in five minutes.
Class?! How do you expect to go to class at a time like this?
We've got three guys in the palm of our hands.
- Sit. - "Our hands"?
What, were you expecting to make this decision on your own, Zoey?
I mean, how selfish can you be?
All right, fine. Maybe it wouldn't be
the worst idea to talk it out.
I mean, I was thinking of creating
a comprehensive pro/con list...
Sweetie, that's the dumbest shit I've ever heard.
Guys, this would be the best game ever of [bleep], Marry, Kill.
Yes.
Well, uh... Seriously?
Honestly, you guys want me to make the biggest decision
in my young adult life based on some drinking game?
Hey! This is not a game! Do you hear me?
This is real life.
Oh...
Whoa...
I... I'm sorry.
I-I just... I can't stand it
when people don't see the bigger picture.
Like, damn.
Well, Jazz, it's actually a pretty efficient way
of organizing your thoughts.
I mean, think about it.
Wouldn't it help to figure out which guy
you're most attracted to,
which you actually see a real future with...
And which bum-ass loser deserves to die.
I mean, it's the game.
Well... I guess you guys can't make me
any more confused than I already am.
Cool. I will go first.
And, guys, this will be quick and painless,
'cause I've already figured this out.
All right, so, here's what you do.
You sleep with Cash. You got to keep your number down.
You know what they say... Under seven, straight to Heaven.
Oh... God, Nomi, I am so sorry.
Joke's on you. Jews don't believe in Heaven.
- Mm. - You kill Luca.
'Cause look at yourself, and then look at him.
That's not someone you're ever really gonna take seriously.
I think I saw him wearing eye shadow the other day.
Yeah, he does do that sometimes.
Which is why marrying Aaron is the obvious choice.
The end. You're welcome.
- Okay. - Okay, wait, I don't get it.
I thought you actually hated him.
Well, actually, we talked today.
And he really cares about you.
He's surprising you with "Hamilton" tickets.
Mm... what?!
You pried it out of me.
All right, look, you've been crushing on him since day one.
He's gotten you to be passionate about issues
that you never even cared about before,
and that's what you like about him.
He challenges you.
Well...
Did he tell you where our seats were?
Okay.
Good evening. Or morning.
I still don't know what to call this time of night... or day.
So, today/tonight's class will be going very, very long
as I am bingeing "Narcos"
and have found myself incapable of carrying on with life
until I reach what is sure to be the series' climactic conclusion
where I predict Pablo Escobar will successfully retire
to the south of France.
Yo, fellas, where the ladies at tonight?
Davy Crockett-ass hair usually has a pretty good track on Zoey.
Maybe he knows.
Are you in a bad mood or something?
You break a pencil sketching on
your mariachi mustache this morning?
Look, I don't know where she is, okay?
I don't care.
Professor Telphy. Sorry to interrupt.
But I'd like to introduce you to a potential new student.
Who, should he decide to remain enrolled
at our fine university for another year,
will also be your top student,
as he will be getting an "A" on every test.
Okay. Got it. Will do. Adiós. Thanks for stopping by.
Mm. Good.
Yo, Cash! Got an empty seat right here, bro.
What's up, my man?
Excuse me?
Run, Pablo.
Run to the south of France.
Excuse me, Professor Telphy?
What exactly is tonight's lesson?
Uhh...
It seems so obvious.
I almost feel like you can tell me.
I really can't.
Well... I'm clearly teaching...
...marketing.
Because you see...
Wait! I get it.
It's brilliant when you think about it.
Aha! Aha... Yes!
I mean, what drug lord has been better at marketing
than Pablo Escobar?
Hm.
All right. I'll see where this goes.
I'm just saying, if it's this section,
it's a partially obstructed view.
I'd basically be watching a support column
rap about colonial tax policy.
Whatever. Aaron's a bum and history's stupid.
Okay, my turn.
Kill Cash, marry Aaron, bang Luca.
Wait. You just said Aaron's a bum,
but you also agree he wins?
No, no, no. I said bang Luca.
Luca's the winner.
Mm.
Pretty sure that's not how the game works.
You can still have sex when you're married.
Like, with other people?
'Cause if open marriage is on the table, I mean,
I'm gonna have to reassess the rules here.
No, with your husband.
Ew. Who wants to have sex with their husband?
Mm. All right, we get it.
Okay, Nomi, why in the world Luca?
Why not? Do you ever notice
that you're constantly bitching about Cash and Aaron?
Okay... Okay, I am constantly bitching
about a whole lot of other things, too.
You haven't said one bad thing about Luca.
That's because she cares way more about them than Luca.
No. It's because you and Luca have something different.
He's the one guy that you haven't had
to change yourself for, okay?
There's a deeper connection there...
like, painting-pictures-using- swatches-of-your-clothing deep.
You just said that like it's some common phrase
I'm supposed to understand.
Nomi might actually have a point.
Play your cards right and you can end up
in an unmarried, purely sexual relationship
with a failed painter slash dressmaker who teaches street yoga.
Dibs if you're out.
- So down. - All right.
Uh...
Now, some people might say that cutting the throat of your rival
and pulling his tongue through the wound
is a savage way to murder someone.
But, uh, that isn't how Señor Escobar saw it.
He saw it as a, uh...
- Branding opportunity! - An opportunity to brand!
Opportunity to brand.
How, exactly?
Pablo had his own brand of murder... The Colombian necktie.
Come on, guys, this is marketing 101.
Huh. Fascinating.
Isn't it?
Psst.
Hey, aren't you that homeless dude
that interned with Zoey, right?
- What? - Yep, that's him.
That's... That's the one. Good eye.
And you're her, like, gay best friend?
Nailed it, my guy.
Any chance she talked to either of you two
about us getting back together?
Nah. I was with her last night,
and she didn't say anything like that.
I was also with her, later in the night,
and she didn't say anything like that at all.
Well, I was with her after you, so...
Pretty sure I was there later.
But you know, hey, let's just keep...
Gentlemen, gentlemen, what's all the ruckus?
I'm quite sure these young men
are just brimming with excitement
over this very relevant lesson.
You know what? Yeah, I've got a question...
When Pablo decided he was gonna stop
going back and forth, playing games with cocaine,
right, go all in,
how did he make it clear to the other dealers...
you know, like the big-shot, famous dealers
or the wannabe hipster, indie dealers...
that it was his time now? You know, I'm just curious.
- Hm. - That's a good question.
Uh, better question... Was there ever a point
where Pablo stopped talking about cocaine like an object
and realized he was on some weird psycho territorial trip
and maybe let cocaine figure out
which dealer she wants to be with?
"She"?
So, you think that it's wrong
for Pablo to fight for cocaine?
Doesn't cocaine deserve somebody who doesn't just sit back
and act like he's too cool for cocaine?
Isn't it maybe, also, possible
that Pablo shouldn't be underestimating the connection
that other dealers have with cocaine?
Uh...
A lot to unpack there.
Am I crazy, or is cocaine actually Zoey?
But that would mean you're not gay.
But you... you can't not be homeless.
Professor Telphy, if I may, I think I can answer
some of these questions.
All right, the way...
My God, this class practically runs itself.
It's incredible.
And to think I get paid for this.
Right?
- Zoey? - Yes?
Come on, at least tell us who's in the lead.
Honestly, all three guys are great.
Okay, forget the guys. Which ones of us wins?
I think you both equally convinced her to stay single.
Oh, like you two have the answers?
We do. It's simple.
Marry Cash.
Wait, why... why Cash?
'Cause that boy is willing to put off the NBA
just to be with you.
What are you talking about?
He said he's stay here if you wanted him to.
Are you serious?
That doesn't really feel like a good move for him.
Girl, that's what we said...
to ourselves. Not in front of him.
Well, you know, I can't believe he would do that for me anyway.
Believe it, dude. That boy is about to be worth millions.
He's a human lottery ticket.
His name is literally Cash.
Okay. Hi. Hey.
I hate to be that girl, but haven't we
been down this road already?
And didn't it end horribly?
Okay, I think we're losing focus here.
We're just trying to figure out who Zoey should smash.
Have you not been listening?
The man is down to put off the NBA for her.
Luca and Aaron can go [bleep] each other for all I care.
You know what, don't listen to her.
Zoey, don't turn your back on love at first sight.
Aaron is the one. He always has been.
Bitch, do you want a wedding at the Mondrian on South Beach
or in the common room of Hawkins Hall?
Jazz, will you shut up?
This no longer seems like it's about me.
They won't even notice I'm gone.
Listening to my friends, through the good arguments
and the not so good,
actually did help me put some things in perspective.
Since the day I'd gotten to school,
I'd been doing everything I could to figure out
what type of a person I wanted to be...
who I wanted to grow into...
And each of these guys had been huge parts
in me taking steps forward...
But here's the thing... I still had a long way to go.
That journey was gonna continue no matter who I chose.
And when I finally stopped trying to figure out
what the future might hold...
...when I realized the only way to make this decision
was based off of who I was at that very moment...
the choice suddenly became clear...
Your first love is always going to be
one of the most important people in your life.
And finding someone who challenges you to be better
is definitely something worth holding on to.
But if you can find something deeper, something different...
Oh, my gosh. Um...
Is that me?
Yeah. I can't really seem to get you out of my head.
You never know what it might grow into.
Wow. That is some amazing, violent,
and yet, educational content for our students.
Gracias.
Now, I was hoping we could discuss... business.
I had a feeling you were gonna come to me with this.
I figure we can get our operation
up and running in no time.
We'll use the freshmen as runners.
And with our proximity to the Mexican border,
we'll get all the weight...
Charlie, I was talking about extending your teaching contract
with the university.
I, too, was also talking about that, as well.
But on second thought...
Ah...
See you next term, muchacho.
Oh, dear God.