Skating’s like breathing. I can’t imagine not doing it. And if I stopped, I feel like drowning. That metaphor
got dark real fast. You’re a beautiful skater. I’m done.
That was my last skate. You’re just a little scared. I’m not a little scared. I’m terrified. You were perfect, and now when I look at you,
all I see is wasted potential. I could whack her knee
with a bat? Or is that too ’90s? I’ve seen some
of your old competition tapes. You were fearless. You’ve been watching
tapes of me? It’s my porn. Mom didn’t think
I could do this. I need to show her I can. It’s about romance,
it’s about tragedy, it’s about sex. Works for me. Kat? I’m used to skating alone.
I need time to adjust. I’m going to ruin everything. If you ever drop Kat
or hurt her, you’re gonna
wish you didn’t. I just figured we could go
all the way to the Olympics. No pressure. You’ll never be a champion.
Never. Is everything okay? It just feels like
everything’s falling apart. Everyone can have
a new chapter.