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(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

(soft atmospheric music)

Come on, get that ass
out, get that ass out.

Come on, get that
ass. Get that ass out.

Oh shit, watch the turn.

(gentle atmospheric music)

♪ When you find yourself alone ♪

♪ Feel the time is right ♪

♪ And your mind
is not your own ♪

♪ Lonely is the night ♪

(dogs barking)

(dramatic music)

(indistinct)

(Tom breathes deeply)

(hands clapping)

(upbeat marching music)

(lighter flickers)

(bong bubbles)

(upbeat marching
music continues)

- Morning.
- Morning, you're up early.

- Mom, I'm leaving today.
- I told you that already.

Why are you looking
at me that way?

I told you weeks ago.

Take a compliment. Maybe
I just love your company.

I love you.

I hate living here.

(Mom scoffs)

I hate it.

My goodness. My son is
becoming such a snob.

I work at fucking
Pie On the Sky.

(Mom laughs)

Hold your tongue.

Honey, you act like you're
the first person in history

to work at a restaurant.

It's not that bad.

I'm not the first
person in history.

I am the first person
in my fraternity.

You know, you're starting
to sound brainwashed.

What, why does that
sound brainwashed?

Let's start off with the
faux Forrest Gump accent.

Where'd that come from?

The KNA, the KNA, the KNA.

I really don't get why you care.

It's not like you pay my dues.

Excuse me?

I pay 30K in tuition.

Oh, what, did you want me to
drop another six on your frat?

I'm spending money, and
I'm not hearing anything

about history or
literature or politics.

20 presidents were
in fraternities.

(Tom chuckles)

Now, how many of
them had your GPA?

All right.

I know you're having fun,
and I want you to have fun-

That's shit.

But I'm not paying
for you to party.

Please.

I want you to get
something out of this.

I am getting
something out of this.

Relationships.

Relationships are everything.

("Older Guys" by The
Flying Burrito Brothers)

♪ I don't ever think
about tomorrow ♪

♪ Whether or why is
all on another day ♪

♪ And I think that it's been
said by somebody up ahead ♪

♪ The older guys tell
me what it's all about ♪

♪ The older guys really
got it all worked out ♪

♪ Since we got the older
guys to show us how ♪

♪ I don't see why we
can't stop right now ♪

(lively upbeat music)

♪ It's so cold staying
living down on the ocean ♪

♪ Dead on the beach is where
I want to rent my home ♪

♪ And I think that it's been
said by somebody up ahead ♪

♪ The older guys get the
ladies with their style ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ The older guys squeeze 'em
till it makes them smile ♪

♪ What's the sense of looking
like a cop on the beat ♪

♪ What's the sense of looking
like a girl on the street ♪

(lively upbeat music)

(truck honking)

(car honking)

Let's go, baby!

Oh, fuck, get off my
car, motherfuckers!

(all shouting)

KNA, KNA, KNA, KNA, KNA!

You better get your ass here.

I lost my shoe, I lost my shoe.

Dude, you lost your shoe, baby.

- Come on, dawg.
- Suck it.

- Let's go.
- (group laughing)

(trunk slams)

Tom, where the fuck
you've been, bro?

You look like you've been
getting some sun, man.

He's been training
with ISIS all summer.

Fucking shut up.

You look like a fucking Jihadi.

I fucked a hooker named
Isis once after the master.

You look like you've
been working out.

Yeah, thanks man, I been
jerking it in the handicapped

stall at my
internship all summer.

Shit, I want that job.

My momma went Martha
Stewart in our room man.

She is bored as hell.
I'll tell you what.

She did?

We have brand new
TV, fucking computer.

You ever met my buddy Gargalon?

No.

You don't know who Gargalon is?

No.

Gargalon these
nuts, motherfucker.

(both laughing)

Mitch, this is
fucking amazing, bro.

- Fucking home.
- That's right.

The theme is John.

We got a Wayne, McCain, Hancock.

John McCain looks like
he captured his dick

with his left hand.

Yeah, he's probably jerking
it just right there, shit.

You see this one right here?

Masters 98.

Yeah, man.

- You're so bullshit.
- Try it.

(whistle whistling)

Eat that ass. Eat it boy.

(both laughing)

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait...

What, what, what, what, what?

Wait, wait, wait.

- You feel that?
- What?

My gaydar is fucking going
off the charts right now.

What, me?

You taking fat fucking
dick over here, aren't ya?

So happy to be back
with you, fucker!

- Who's your daddy?
- Me. (chuckles)

This picture of your mom?

(chuckles) I wish
she was that hot.

Oh, my God.

I'd be spanking it
to her every night.

(Tom blows a kiss)

You fucking twisted
ass motherfucker,

- spanking your own mom.
- Fuck her, man.

- God damn, I'm trying to.
- (Mitch laughs)

You can get it, she
probably needs some dick.

Are we going? Are
we going to dinner?

Yeah, man, we're going to
dinner with both of 'em,

mom and dad.

Your dad's gonna be there too?

Yeah, daddy's going to be there.

So in the end, what
did you do last summer?

Um, um...

What did I do? (clears throat)

I, uh, I worked for
this realtor in Miami.

Oh.

I thought you said you
worked for a sports agency?

[Beach] Commercial
or residential?

Residential.

No, I was, I was working
for a friend of my mothers.

- Hmm.
- Who is that?

His name is Stan Wade.

- Sam Wade?
- Stan.

- Stan Wade.
- I mean, he's like local.

[Beach] I don't know him.

[Tom] I don't know, he's
not like a name, like-

Always align yourself
with the best.

Only the best.

That is the recipe.

You know, maybe next summer
we could get you both

internships at corporate.

Well, that would be amazing.

Well, let's do it.

(mumbles) sugar butter.

Sugar butter. You know, the
butter with sugar in it.

This shit, it's fire.

You know, maybe Mitchell prefer

the bakery division or creamery.

Um, Mr. Miller, it was
so cool the internship

you got for Mitch at Holloway.

That's, wow, that company,
I've read about it, so awesome.

It's funny for me to
hear the word awesome

in association with Ken.

I mean, yeah, now he's the
CEO of a Fortune 500 company.

But I met Ken at KNA.

Oh, you met him at,

you met him at KNA, our KNA?

Kenny was a total mess.

I mean, he couldn't land
a broad to save his life.

The only thing he
did at university,

which actually was awesome,

was shitting his pants in the
house in front of everybody.

- Are you kidding me?
- Beach!

- Wearing gym shorts.
- Beach, stop it.

- Yes, dear?
- I'll leave.

- Uh-oh.
- I'll leave.

She's been threatening to
leave since the day we met.

(sighs) I have.

Dad, you never told me
that Kenny shit his pants.

We're at the table.

Well, Mitchell, there's
a reason for that,

you see, and that is because
you were such a knucklehead,

you would have, of course,
repeated it in front of him.

And that is why we
say in the family:

"Have you ever seen a fish on
the wall with its mouth shut?"

Not the fish story.

[Beach] Do you know
that expression, Tom?

You've never seen a fish on
the wall with its mouth shut.

(powdery substance snorting)

Baby burns. Let's go.

She burns, she burns.

(lively music)

Hey, boys.

(group chattering indistinctly)

Run fucking town around
here. You're out.

- Oh, shit. Sunshine.
- Mr. President.

How you doing, buddy?

- How you doing, buddy?
- So good to see you.

Will you, uh, will
you come with me

to meet the new Dean of
Student Life next week?

Fuck, yeah, I'll
do that. Of course.

I'll take you out to lunch
after. I'll make it worthwhile.

All right, if you buy me lunch,
I'll do whatever you want.

Now, you got my mind racing.

Okay, good, you should.

I don't get a "Hello"?

Seen you five fucking times,
since you've got here, Mitch.

This is uh, Gettys O'Brien.

- Hey.
- Hey, man how you doing?

- Tom.
- Getty.

Gettys and I uh,
grew up in Buckhead.

- Oh, a Buckhead, fuckhead.
- What do you know, Joe?

We didn't know each
other at uh, Holy Spirit,

but he's friends
with the Wallis boys.

Right, Fred Wallis' twins.

I, I knew you though.

Gettys you wanna come
on up, have a drink?

- Yeah, sure.
- Great. Let's do this.

All right, that's what
I'm talking about.

Some Southern hospitality.

Great to see you, dude.

Yeah, great to
see you, Sunshine.

- See you soon.
- Oh shit.

Will you guys take that little
squirt over there with you?

That's uh, Bill
Nichols over there.

His dad's the mayor
of San Antonio.

All right. Say less.

Hey, Bill!

Come on over.
We'll have a drink.

Get up there, Bill.

C'mon, don't pass out on
your first night of rush.

Bill, is your mom hot?

Um, I, I, I, people have said

that I have a very
attractive mother.

(powdery substance
snorting) (groovy rap music)

(coughs) Oh.

Is this supposed to hurt?

(Mitch laughs)

Are, are you supposed to
have, uh, (clears throat)

mucus dripping down your throat?

'Cause (coughs)
it's totally cool.

I-I-I just sort of have
a sensitive stomach.

Tell us about the
uh, freshman class.

Heard y'all got some good,

hot new bouncin'
titties coming in.

It's good, man.

It's like it's
really fucking good.

It's better than I thought
it was going to be.

I mean, our class is
fucking trash so we need it.

Those uh, those
sorority rules, though,

those are so fucking stupid.

I mean, you can't
even fuck in there.

When the girls are let out,
the hottest ones are here.

(Gettys sniffing)

Yeah, that's the thing about
sororities and fraternities,

it's tradition.

How, how many girls
you have sex with

when you were a pledge?

You just focus on
getting in a fraternity

so you don't die a virgin.

(Gettys laughs)

- You think that's funny?
- It ain't funny.

We don't want no no fucking
losers in the house.

Both of you look here.

Fucking look, can
you look at me?

I'm looking at you.

(snaps fingers) Pretty boy
fucking look at me fucker.

What do you like so
much about KNA, huh?

Why do you want to pledge here?

For me?

I mean, KNA has a reputation
that land at my high school.

(sniffs) Yeah, I,
I, I heard of it

through my cousin's from Kenny.

Actually, he, he said that
if you're KNA it's like,

like a badge you get on a
shirt to wear around campus.

- Ay Bill, Bill.
- Yeah.

You gotta slow down,
buddy. You gotta slow down.

I don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.

Something about cousin
Kenny or some shit,

you gotta slow down.

Bill, you kiss your cousins?

Sorry?

What about you bud, why
do you wanna be in KNA?

Well...

Tom, like you said,
life's too short

to hang out with some losers.

And I knew Todd from home.

He's always the dude fucking
the chick with big tits.

I always had respect
for him, everyone did.

So, seems like the best fit.

I'm just trying to fuck the
most girls, have the most fun.

I mean, you definitely
are going to fuck

the most girls here.

Definitely going to
have the most fun.

But that's not what it's about.

Sure.

[Tom] We're a foundation of
brotherhood and community.

I mean, so many Fortune
500 execs came from KNA.

You know, we got three
presidents that came from KNA.

Setting the pace for
the rest of the schools.

Setting the pace for
the rest of America.

I mean it's an important,
important thing we do here.

- Sounds good to me.
- Yeah, yeah.

So ya'll coming to
Baynes this weekend?

("Badd" by Ying Yang Twins)

(group yelling)

All right, okay. Thank you.

Now, we invited you out to
Bayne's beautiful property today

because we think
you may have it.

In our eyes, you were
the cream of the crop,

the best of the freshman class.

(loud upbeat music)

We only do cream because
the Sumpter Chapter of KNA

doesn't settle, do we?

- Nope.
- Cream.

We have gold standards.

We understand that we are
a reflection of each other.

So we have a responsibility.

(upbeat rap music)

Responsibility to KNA National.

Responsibility to the alumni
of the Sumpter chapter,

who will always consider
our house, home.

(upbeat rap music)

The chapter lives and
dies in our house.

It's heavy, but it's real.

(all screaming)
(upbeat rap music)

Let's fucking go!

[Todd] This is our last
chance to make sure

that you can carry that legacy.

That you can handle your weight.

(group cheers)

This is your last
opportunity to prove

that you belong.

(liquid splashes)

Oh!

Yo!

What the fuck, man?

I didn't mean to,
man. It slipped.

(people yelling)

Oh shit. (upbeat rap music)

[Todd] That you are
worthy of being a part

of our long standing,
expansive network

that has built careers and made
people filthy, fucking rich.

We fucking own it, Sunshine.

Slow down bro, slower.

(indistinct)

Brothers meet this week
to decide who gets a bid.

Best of luck.

- (group cheers)
- Let's go, Todd!

[All] KNA, KNA, KNA, KNA, KNA!

I'm like, dude, what
are you talking about?

You get an STD on
your dick, dude,

you don't get it on
your fucking face.

And he's like: "Well, what about
like, maybe could it happen

because I went down on her."

And I'm like:

"Dude what are
you talking about?

You fucking went down on her."

Bitch, fuck!

He was like: "Yeah, aren't
you supposed to like-"

"No, you're supposed to fucking
go down on your girlfriend,

you idiot, not a
fucking prostitute."

So, he fucking went
down on this bitch,

and he's lying to
his fucking parents

the whole fucking day saying
maybe it was bedbugs, maybe-

O'Brien!

He got into fucking
chlorine or some shit.

You're up! Come
and take a ride.

I'm good, pal.

What the fuck are
you here for, man?

You want to be a brother?

Come on, take a wild ride
on Mitch's golf cart train.

You sound gay, dude.

Hey, shut the fuck up, you
don't say that to a brother.

What the, what the fuck
did you just say to me?

Thanks, chief.

You never talk to me like
that again, you hear me!

Do you hear me?

I said I'm good,
man. I'm good.

All right, Mitch, we're good.

- Thank you, though.
- Thank you so much.

Let's all have some
hotdogs. Take it easy.

Boo, boo!

If this is a sorority
she'd be perfect.

This ain't Gryffindor!

All right, that's a no on Chad.

(group laughs)

- Oh shit!
- Virgin!

Too dark, too dark!

All right, sorry Vikram. RIP.

- Bill!
- (everyone cheers)

Bill! Bill!

Fuck Bill! Fuck Bill! Fuck
Bill! Fuck Bill! Fuck Bill!

Unfortunately, Bill's dad

is the mayor of
fucking San Antonio.

So he's a shoo-in.

Oh, shoe in his ass.

We gon' have to be this
kid's fucking babysitter?

Good question.

All right, we got to move on.

- Gettys O'Brien.
- Oh, no, no, no.

I fucking love this kid.

Nah, I don't care what
any of y'all fucking say.

Fuck Gettys.

- I fucking love Gettys.
- I think he's chill.

He's from the city,
he's connected.

He's got confidence
I think we can use.

I mean, this is a dude a lot
of other fraternities want.

You know, they're
scrambling after him,

so we'd be lucky to have him.

I know you fucking like him

because he cradles your balls

and all wipes the
piss off your dick.

But fuck this kid!
(group laughs)

All right, well, someone wanna
give Miller another drink.

If I were sober, I'd say
the same fucking thing.

Being from Buckhead doesn't
give you the fucking right

to be an asshole, everyone.

Yeah, I mean, I actually think

he's a fucking asshole, too.

He's, he's kind
of a little bitch.

He disrespected me in
front of my brothers.

He called me gay
at Bayne's house.

- Oh, no. I'm so sorry.
- (group laughs)

You don't fucking piss on
my leg and say it's raining.

I didn't fucking pledge
to be in a fraternity

to get shit on by a gay
boy fucking freshman.

Come on, nah. Fuck that shit.

He can fucking suck the
fucking wrinkles off my nads.

(group laughs)

All right, Mitch. All right.

We hear you. I hear you.

We all hear you.

It's like the only issue
with your argument here

is that you're just not
very persuasive, right?

I mean,

in the beginning of
your little speech

you made a joke about
Gettys sucking my dick.

And then, at the end of it,
you made a little joke about

Gettys sucking your dick.

And now you're getting
all fucking butthurt

because he called you a homo.

- Oh!
- And I think if you want

to speak up, you better start
making some fucking sense.

I think we all love
Gettys O'Brien.

I think that's fucking
the end of that.

So you think he'll make
a good pledge, Todd?

Disrespectful, entitled shit.

Yeah, I do, Mitch.

I think he'll make
a great pledge.

No, fuck this!

I'm drawing the line. I
will not let this kid pledge

and I will fucking
be here all night!

All right, well, (clears throat)

we all got class tomorrow

and we're still at the
top of the fucking list

so pick your fucking battles.

I'm fucking picking them!

Oh my god, chill out dude.

- Mitch.
- (group laughs)

Does anyone support Mitch?

Nice. Got a big army
behind you, Miller.

Proud of yourself?

I'd let him pledge.

He's definitely one of
the cooler freshmen.

Seriously?

Making a fool out of
yourself, man. Sit down.

Man, fuck you, Todd!

(everyone yelling)

Fuck each and every one of
you. Get the fuck, fuck y'all!

(group clapping and laughing)

Oh my god.

Wow. That was quite a show.

Why does Mitch always got to
act like a fucking kid, man?

Oh, Bobby, shut the fuck
up. Dude, like what?

O'Brien was being
a little bitch.

He needs to learn to
shut his fucking mouth.

It was fucked.

Man, tell me to shut
up one more time.

I swear to god I'll punch you
square in the fucking nose.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, what classes
are y'all going to?

I'm following with you.

I knew it.

Finally, as per of the syllabus,

you are required to
write three papers.

One paper each, on
one of the five works

on the board right here.

Turn your papers in on time.

Now, because I'm
such a nice guy,

I'm gonna let you all go early.

Now, do you have any
questions before you go?

(papers shuffling)

Look at that girl's
armpits, man.

[Professor] Yes, you over here.

Why'd you choose these writers?

Excuse me?

Is that not a valid question?

(Robert groans)

[Professor] Well, I'm
just trying to figure out

- where it's coming from.
- Curiosity.

Why'd you choose the writers?

Now Miller needs to stop
worrying about pledges

and worry about a bitch.

That boy's going
to die a virgin.

You don't want to be
associated with that man.

Chick sees me with Miller,
dry like a fucking desert.

Hold on one second, Bobby.

Hey, how you doing?

You have plans this weekend?

Do you want plans this weekend?

Go fuck yourself.

Yo, Tom!

What's wrong with you, man?

Shut the fuck up.

- The armpit girl?
- Shut up, bro.

(door knocking)

Buddy, you dressed?

Woah, shit. Don't
shoot, don't shoot.

Where did you get that thing?

It's my dads.

Cool. Lucky you.

- You going to the meadow?
- No, I can't.

Gross.

Ay, I am sorry if it felt like

I didn't have your
back at the meeting.

(Mitch chuckles)

Don't be so sensitive.

(bells chiming)

So, I'm new, uh, but
I know that Greek life

is a major part of the
culture here at Sumpter.

So I wanted to get acquainted
with everybody at the,

the top of the
organizations here.

- You're the president?
- Oh.

(laughs) No, I'm the president.

I'm just a guy with a computer.

No, no.

Tom is a guy with the potential
to be the next president.

Thank you.

Uh, cute.

What?

Listen, um...

Over the past several
years, KNE has had about-

[Both] KNA.

Apologies.

KNA has had about 17 violations
of student conduct codes.

So, uh, moving forward, uh,
something's got to change.

Change? What do you mean?

Well, there can be absolutely
no more off campus retreats,

nor can there be
any more hazing.

That's the bottom line.

- Is that clear?
- Sure, yeah.

Cute. Fucking weirdo.

It, it's an actual problem.

Because Dan, Dan Backer
was KNA at Mizzou.

You know, he made life easy.

He would look the other way.

- Now we have this asshole.
- Yeah.

It's all right, we're
gonna make it work.

Yeah, we'll make
it work. (laughs)

I don't know how you
deal with Miller, man.

I would fucking kill myself.

(both laughing)

- I don't know how you do it.
- Yeah.

How do you, how do you
put up with that shit?

I don't know.

He's my best friend. So...

He's not your best friend, man.

You're buddies freshman year

and now he's fucking clinging
onto you like a leech.

I mean, he's a fucking,

I'm sorry but he's,
he's a liability.

He's been crazy, you
know, he's just been.

I think he's under a
lot of stress, so...

He's a good guy, you know?

Hey uh, I got an interview
in a couple of weeks,

it's during pledging.

I wanted to ask you.

Do you think you'll
take the reins for me?

Well, you mean run the meeting?

Yeah.

- You serious?
- Yeah.

You don't want, uh,
Junior to do it?

No, I want someone who
lives at the house.

Absolutely. Hey, thank you.

I'd be honored.

Always stepping up. Thank you.

There anything
I'm supposed to do

- or say specifically, or?
- Well, I, uh, no joke,

I'm not even fucking
kidding with you.

Watch the speech from "Gladiator"
before you go up there.

That's what I always do.

That will fucking pump you up.

- Absolutely.
- (dramatic music)

KNA!

[Group] KNA!

KNA!

[Group] KNA!

KNA!

[Group] KNA!

(dramatic music)

Congratulations, boys.

You now have a chance to
be part of a fraternity

that's been around since 1870.

That's a long time.

This is your bid party.

Give yourselves a
round of applause.

(group applauds)

From Jedidiah
Jackson, our founder,

to Todd Stevens, our
current president.

What we signify is much
larger than just a fraternity.

Isn't that right, boys?

[Group] Yes, sir.

We set the tone for
everything in this college

and everything in the
United States of America

and everything in the world.

And that takes responsibility.

But we can't trust you
with that responsibility,

until you do some shit.

Y'all will need to do
the following by Monday:

Number one,

Y'all need to get hard hats
like construction workers

and wear them at all times.

Your outfit needs
to be a white polo,

khaki pants and Velcro shoes.

Number two,

y'all need to be clean
shaven by Monday.

That means the triple
B: balls, beards, bald.

And you must go in that order.

Shave your dick,
then shave your face,

then you shave your heads.

I know, we did it,

but we need to know that y'all

want to be a part of a family.

Do you want to be
part of a family?

[Group] Yes, sir.

Do you want to be part
of a family!? Answer me!

[Group] Yes, sir!

Then you gotta shave
your fucking heads.

Fuck, man.

We're throwing our first
mixer tomorrow with Kappa.

And the theme is going to be
golf pros and tennis hoes.

Y'all have to organize
the whole thing for us.

Looking at you Bill, might
wanna write this down.

You seem like a note taking
kind of gentleman, I guess.

(background frat guys chuckling)

Bill's so scared.

I'm not.

We're not trying
to scare you boys.

This is a tradition
as old as time.

And KNA is about tradition.
It's about history.

You look around, you
listen to these walls,

you see presidents,

you see politicians, you
see Fortune 500 execs,

you see prideful,
amazing individuals.

This is about respect,

this is about tradition,
and this is about family.

If you want to be part of the
family, you go through this.

("Blue" by Eiffel 65)

Now, my friend Mitch here,

he got us all a bunch of kegs.

Y'all got to clean them out

and then throw them in the
trash when you're done.

Approach these kegs like
your mom approaches my dick.

Every last drop.

("Blue" by Eiffel 65)

Yeah!

Woo, woo, woo!

(everyone cheering and clapping)

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Go fucking Tom!

You sounded like fucking
Bush 43 out there, man.

Are you kidding me?

You're like, fucking
Ernest Hemingway.

I blacked out. I don't even
remember what happened.

I went up there and I just...

(everyone laughing)

Hey, let's get it, let's
get a line for the king.

King! King! King! King! King!

King! King! King! King!
King! King! King! King!

C'mon baby, let's get in there!

(everyone shouting)

(both sniffing)

(group cheers) (some clapping)

Look at his fucking shit, man.

Shit baby!

(group laughing)
(Mitch grunting)

Mwah!

- KNA!
- [All] KNA!

- KNA!
- [All] KNA!

- KNA!
- [All] KNA!

[Professor] All
right, let's get going

because I'm excited to
discuss the end here.

Get your notebooks out.

So seeing as it's
officially fall

and the weather is
nice and chilly,

why not transport ourselves

to one of the most
exciting decades,

and one of the most
fascinating places?

It's 1879 in Saint
Petersburg, Russia.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky
will die in two years.

You got a pen on you?

[Professor] But not
before his prolific

and influential work- -
You can have a pencil.

[Professor] "The
Brothers Karamazov"

is published in the Russian...

- So what year are you?
- Sophomore.

- Oh, you're a sophomore?
- I'm a Sophomore.

That's weird I haven't seen you.

I don't know, makes sense.

So where are you
from? Like originally

Oh, uh, Charleston.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

That's cool.

I thought you might
be from around here.

But um, now I think no.

Yeah, I wish I was from
around here. I'm from Florida.

(scoffs) Why would you wish
you were from around here?

It sucks.

- (laughs) No, Florida sucks.
- I guess.

It's like, people go to die.

Or do coke.

Yeah.

Yeah, well um, I, uh,

I got to meet my old
roommate for lunch, so.

All right. Um...

Cool, hey, uh, I'm sorry
for the way we started off,

you know, uh...

I really like talking to you.

(scoffs) See you Monday.

Wait, why? What's on Monday?

Class, bro.

(chuckles) Enjoy your weekend.

Fuck me, fuck me.

(groovy music) (Tom sniffing)

Can y'all believe
this fucker O'Brien?

I'm at his dorm at 6 AM.

He's not picking up his phone.

I'm knocking on his door,
raising hell for an hour.

Next thing I know, this fucking
curly headed bitch comes out

with two cantaloupes
on her chest

I mean fucking big ones, boys.

Turns out she's the
RA! Writes my ass up.

Now I'm in student judiciary

because this fucking
pledge O'Brien!

You're swinging at me. You're
swinging your arms at me.

Stop.

Always crying about
this damn pledge man.

Are you in love with
him, Mitch or something

'cause he's all you seem to
be talking about right now.

That's what the fuck I'm saying.

Fuck you, Connor.

Your little ass bicep do not
make up for your shrimp dick.

Okay, well, you haven't
even seen your dick

since middle school fat fuck.

So, why don't you shut
your fucking mouth.

Hell, at least I'm not
dressed like a gay caddy.

Bet a pledge is going to
try to fuck you tonight

looking gay like that.

Ay, ay, boys, can
we just stop arguing

for, like, two seconds?

It's going to be
a fun ass night.

Let's go get some
pussy. All right?

(Tom sniffs)

Let's just chill.

("Glad You Came" by The Wanted)

♪ Make you glad you came ♪

♪ The sun goes down,
the stars come out ♪

♪ And all that counts
is here right now ♪

♪ My universe will
never be the same ♪

♪ I'm glad you came ♪

♪ I'm glad you came ♪

Oh my God! Woo!

(group cheers)
(lively upbeat music)

♪ You cast a spell
on me, spell on me ♪

♪ You hit me like the sky
fell on me, fell on me ♪

♪ And I decided you look
well on me, well on me ♪

♪ So let's go somewhere no
one else can see, you and me ♪

♪ Turn the lights out now ♪

♪ Now I'll take
you by the hand ♪

♪ Hand you another drink,
drink it if you can ♪

♪ Can you spend a little
time, time is slipping away ♪

♪ Away from us so stay,
stay with me I can make ♪

♪ Make you glad you came ♪

♪ The sun goes down,
the stars come out ♪

♪ And all that counts
is here and now ♪

♪ My universe will
never be the same ♪

♪ I'm glad you came,
I'm glad you came ♪

(song fades)

(somber music)

(clippers buzzing)
(Mitch joyfully laughing)

You think you're the shit, huh?

(clippers buzzing)

(grunts) Bitch.

(dramatic solemn music)

(chips in bowl rattling)

You know, I feel like
KNA looks after their own

which is really really cool

and something I've
kind of always admired.

Are y'all like more
likely to hire KNAs

- at y'all's companies or?
- Fuck yes, man, absolutely.

100%.

Cool, I'm super interested
in, like, tech and shit

and like that kind of...

- Get the fuck outta here bro.
- Where the money's at.

Hey man, I thought
tech was super gay.

Look at this bullshit, man.

If I was out there I'd
be fucking Dan Marino.

Chips?

- You'd be Dan Marino?
- Yeah, man.

Fuck O'Brien.

You want any chips?

No, I don't want
any fucking chips.

Show me your haircut.

Looks good.

Nice and bald like
your puffy pussy.

- Right, Tom?
- No.

Can you get out of the way,
so we can watch the game?

Thank you.

See you at capture the
football later, fucker.

Where's Oliver at? He's
got my fucking whippits.

- Let's go, baby!
- (everyone yelling)

All right boys!

Are y'all ready for the annual
KNA pledges vs brothers-

You want this? You
want this right here?

Capture the football game!

That's right.

We're gonna fuck
them up. Let's go!

(group cheering)

I want to see a clean
fair fight, fellas!

- On your marks!
- Fuck y'all!

Get set!

(group cheers)

(whistle blows)

(dramatic music)

(players grunting)

(dramatic music continues)

Woo!

(body thuds)

(all yelling)

- What's your problem?
- You can't do that.

- What the fuck was that?
- What the fuck is your problem?

- You can't do that!
- You can't do that shit!

You could have
fucking killed him!

My fucking year's ruined.

- No, the year's not ruined.
- You're fine, man.

It was fucked up but
year's not ruined.

I'm fine? Really?

You wanna look at me right now.

I'm not going to look at you
while I'm driving your car.

Hey, at least you're
getting Vicodin.

Right?

(group chattering)

[Todd] All right. I'm
looking at Saturday the 10th.

Of course. Yeah.

[Todd] Will that
work for your folks?

They said whenever,
what's the difference?

[Todd] Is it big
enough for everyone?

What the fuck do you think?

- All right- - I got to go.

[Todd] Pretty sure
this is your fucking-

Faggot bastard.

[Tom] Who?

Todd's dumb ass. He's
using me for the retreat.

Nice thing to do.

Well, you, you should
open the windows in here.

It's getting fucking depressing.

You do it.

All right.

What are you going to do today?

(laughs) I don't know.

I haven't eaten, so that.

Do you wanna eat?

I got to go work out.

Will you come work out with me?

Nah, I already did that earlier.

Jane Couthorns new
profile pic, in bed.

Yeah, but you should probably
get out of this room.

People talking shit?

Oh, no one's fucking talking
shit, bro. I'm talking shit.

Smells disgusting in
here, like preschool,

fucking crayons, and
tuna fish, farts.

It's gross.

All right, bud.

I'll see ya at pledging.

I'm not going.

What? What do you
mean you're not going?

It's downstairs.

I have a test.

Gonna make money some day.

You don't wanna fuck up O'Brien?

Fuck him up for me.

- All right, boys.
- Retreat to announce.

Mitch Miller is hosting a trip

to his lake house next weekend.

- O'Brien isn't here.
- All pledges must attend.

Where is Miller?

More importantly, where
is Gettys O'Brien?

Hey, dipshits! Did you
fucking hear the man?!

Where the fuck is O'Brien?!

Permission to speak,
pledge master, el sir?

Granted.

Uh, Gettys told me to tell y'all

that he's going to be

at his sister's
engagement party today.

Yeah, what the fuck are
you, his fucking messenger?

You fucking little bitch.

I can be if that's
what you want me to-

Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up.

Hey, hey, hey! It's all right.

He told me that a few
weeks ago. I forgot.

So what, he breaks Mitch's nose

and then doesn't
show up for pledging?

(grunts) Who the
fuck cares, man?

Well, I got to live with Mitch.

- Don't deal with that shit.
- Yeah, great decision.

I don't understand
how our pledges

aren't showing up for pledging-

- Tom, Tom, hey.
- What the fuck are we doing?

What are we doing?
It's bullshit.

You're outta line.

Connor.

All right. This game is
called the elephant walk.

(upbeat music)

- KNA!
- [All] KNA!

(TV chattering)

(door creaks open)

(door slams shut)

Fuck you.

Fuck me?

What the fuck? What did I do?

(shoe thuds) Bro, what-

Nothing. That's the
fucking problem, nothing!

Everyone was fucking
pissed off he didn't come.

What are you talking
about? Why is it my fault?

You act like you got my
back, but you don't do shit.

You're just Todd's
little puppet.

I'm Todd's puppet? Are you
fucking kidding me, Mitch?

Fuck you! All I fucking
do is defend you!

You fucking bitch!
Don't say that.

I'm the only one!

(TV smashes)

I bought that!

This is me, this is all me!

What the fuck?

What the fuck? I have a test.

- Get the fuck out of my room!
- Get the fuck out of here!

The fuck outta here!

(Mitch sobbing)

- What's up?
- Yeah, I'm here.

I see you.

Oh, all right. Let me in.

Bro, let me in now.

You've been disrespecting me.

You've been disrespecting Mitch.

If you don't want to be a
pledge, then fucking drop out.

But I'm not going to take
this shit anymore. I'm not.

Yeah.

I know.

Look, I'm not looking to
disrespect anyone, you know.

And, like, I can be a pledge.

You know, that's not the issue.

- The issue's Miller.
- No.

He keeps fucking with me.

It's not up to you to decide
what the issue is. Period.

Yeah, well I'm not
gonna let someone

fuck with my shit for no reason.

Miller's a brother,
you're not. End of story.

I'm a man.

(Tom scoffs)

You tell me you wouldn't stand
up for yourself, Sunshine?

Don't fucking call me Sunshine.

We dealt with the same shit

and we weren't fucking
little pussy ass bitches

the way you're being.

Pussy ass bitch.

Well, that don't change the fact

that Miller's a
fat fucking loser.

Why do you try so
hard to be an asshole?

I'd rather be an
asshole than a loser.

(door squeaks open)

(door thuds shut)

Keep going, him
and I don't talk.

Are you coming to the retreat?

Don't I have to?

All right, I don't want to
have to fucking come back here.

You clean my room
by six, all right?

(keys jingling)

Is that fucking fat fuck there?

Hey, don't fucking call
him that! Shut the fuck up!

You do what we say!

[Professor] Don't
forget about the test.

Paper's due next Friday.

Enjoy your week.

I watched "Enter the Void".

Well, that's an astronaut show?

(scoffs) How was your weekend?

- It's was okay.
- The game was fun.

We lost as usual, but...

- Here we go, here we go.
- You're an animal.

Hey, keep that
gator in its cage.

Hey, how's that rash,
buddy? Still itching?

(frat friends laughing)

I gotta run.

Wait, come on, you can't
hold that against me.

What, that you're a frat bro?

No. those guys are
just harmless retards.

I don't do that word.

- All right, I'm sorry.
- I won't say that word.

That's my bad.

Listen, can I, um...

- Can I have your number?
- No.

Nah, no, I'm like...

Just I'm on academic probation.

- Uh...
- Sorry?

No, I don't...

I could pay you if you
want, I just need a tutor.

I'm not your study hooker.

I know you're not my
study hooker, I...

No, I just mean, like,
I need help with school.

I'm not doing well, and I'm not
really around people who uh,

who take school very
seriously, so...

Then do something about it.

Well, I'm trying to.

(Annabelle sighs softly)

All right. Come to
my place at seven.

Yeah?

314 Sutton Drive, number two.

Woah. Wait, is
that your address?

- Write it down.
- 314 what?

- Sutton? What if I get lost?
- It's not my problem.

You still go to that
class, Sunshine?

- The one with the books.
- Why?

Because you have
to. (chuckles)

Or you just go and I sit next
to you during the midterm.

I wouldn't do that.

You gotta explain
yourself, buddy.

I see this, this motherfucker

was parading around campus
with a black lesbian-

- All right.
- With a full fucking boner.

(group laughing)

Jesus fucking Christ.

That was honestly
the craziest shit

I've ever seen in my life, man.

Shut the fuck up. I
fuck so many bitches.

She fucked so many
bitches too, man.

You not talking about the
one from class, right?

- What class?
- The one with the pit hair?

Are you fucking serious?

(laughing) Oh fuck.

I've fucked more bitches
than all y'all combined.

So don't even try
with that shit.

- Like how long is it?
- It's too long man.

(frat friends laughing)

That's a fact.

You wild, man.

So how's, how's your
other girlfriend doing?

How's Mitch doing?

What the fuck you think, bro?

I mean, he's great
at spilling jizz

and food all over
my floor as a sport.

Maybe the fucking Michael
Jordan of that shit.

Kinda pissing me off,
whining like a little bitch.

I think Mitch got
what he deserved.

Bobby-

I think you should talk to him.

- Gettys is a fucking pledge.
- Have you talked to him?

Are you kidding me?

Can you imagine if we
did that shit last year?

Wait, why me? Fucking
you talk to him.

'Cause you're his roommate,
I'm not his roommate.

I think you could just
be like, you know,

"Chill the fuck out

or I'm not going to want
to live with you again."

Well, I don't know.

I mean, who says I want to
live with him next year?

- C'mon, man.
- Dude.

Dude? Oh my...

What the fuck?

It's so funny how all y'all try

to pin Mitch's bullshit on me,

and then you make me feel bad

when I say I don't want
to live with him anymore.

You're his fucking friend,
like you fucking talk to him.

Aren't y'all supposed
to be his brothers?

That's what it is.

(phone beeps)

[Todd] Hey, Sunshine.

Uh, sorry about the other night.

You're looking out
for your buddy.

I get that, it's fine.

Uh, I'm at dinners all
weekend with alumni.

So huge fucking bummer I can't
make it to Miller's house.

(Todd chuckles)

No, but seriously, don't,

don't let Miller
pull any stupid shit

that gets back to the
school, all right?

I still trust you to
hold down the fort.

All right.

(sighs) You ready to test me?

No. Not really.

And this is what I did not want.

Well, why did you
give me the wine?

I mean, boredom.

It was just me
being polite, so...

(chuckles) Is spending time
with me really that bad?

No, I just...

I don't know, I just,
I don't know you.

All right. Ask me
anything you want.

Okay, um, what are
your parents like?

Man, getting personal?

That's personal?

Uh...

Uh, all right.

Well, my mom...

My mom is uh...

She's a mom, you know,
she does the mom thing.

And uh, we get along all
right, you know, I think.

I don't know.

Oh, Is it just you and your mom?

No, I got a sister.
Older sister.

- You like her?
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, she's all
right. She's pregnant.

Well, what does
that have to do with

if you like her or not?

Uh, I'm not sure.

Maybe make me like,
make me like her more.

Okay.

What about your dad?

My uh, my dad passed away.

Oh.

I'm, I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be. But it
happened a long time ago.

Yeah, that's, that's still hard.

- He had cancer.
- It's really difficult.

Yeah, a lot of shit is difficult.
I block most of it out.

Well, what was he like?

I can't remember.

Uh, what's your dad like?

Ay, listen, you don't have
to feel bad. I'm good.

Uh, no, I don't feel bad.

I'm just thinking
about my answer.

Uh, well, I, I guess my
dad is my best friend.

Hey, that's great.

Cheers.

Cheers to that.

(glasses clinking)

("The Flower Called
Nowhere" by Stereolab)

I'm not looking for
anything serious. Okay?

Okay.

("The Flower Called
Nowhere" by Stereolab)

How you doing? What you up to?

Oh, um, my friend Danny

is having this wine and
cheese thing for his birthday.

- Oh, shit.
- So...

All right.

Uh, well, we'll
hang another time.

Um, I mean, you can come.

If you, if you want.

Hey.

Hello.

Oh. She has arrived.

Meet Tom from English.

You must be Danny.

Well, how did you know that?

Did I sleep with
one of your friends?

(both laughing)

- No call, no text?
- Jo, you're not my mom.

Your friend Jo just
kept looking at me

like if i was a
pedophile or something.

I mean, she just doesn't know

that you're not all that bad.

Well, uh, thank you, though,
if it was a compliment.

Hey...

(lively music fading)

(both softly smooching)

Let me see your frat.

What?

Yeah, let me see your frat.

No, no. You don't
wanna do that.

I do, come on. (giggles)

When, when do you want to go?

Right now.

I mean, I have to
make an appointment

to the doctor's
office or something?

No, you, you don't
want to go there.

Trust me. You don't want
to go there. (chuckles)

- Why not?
- Uh, it's, uh.

Ah...

Um...

(packing bag rustling)

(door squeaks open)

(door thuds shut)

- Where've you been?
- At a girl's.

We're leaving in 20
for the lake house.

- You still coming?
- Yeah, I know.

I heard you been
fucking a black lesbian.

Mitch, you say that again,
I'll knock you the fuck out.

Right here.

Me?

I'll knock you the fuck out.

I swear to God,
I'll lay you out.

After all I've done.
Really? (laughs)

Wow. All right.

Wow.

("Lonely Is the Night"
by Billy Squier)

♪ Lonely is the night ♪

♪ When you find yourself alone ♪

Keep your fucking
eyes on the road.

♪ Feel the time is right ♪

♪ And you mind is not your own ♪

♪ Lonely is the night ♪

♪ When there's no
one left to call ♪

♪ Feel the time is right ♪

♪ See the writings on the wall ♪

(upbeat rock music)
(steering wheel thudding)

Wooo!

(police siren blaring)

[Mitch] Fuckin'...

- Wipe your shit.
- Wipe your shit.

- Wipe your shit.
- Yup, yup thanks.

Everyone shut the fuck
back there, all right?

Take your hats off.
Take your hats off.

[Mitch] Keep your
fucking heads down.

Take your fucking hats off.

(window whooshes down)

- License and registration.
- Yes, sir.

Um, would you mind
if my partner here

got out the glove box for me?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

(papers shuffling)

(clears throat) Insurance,
registration right there.

[Police Officer] Where
you boys coming from?

Sumpter College. My license.

Beach Miller?

Yes, sir. That's my father.

- Drive the limit.
- Yes, sir.

Letting you off with a warning.

- Thank you so much, Officer.
- Thank you.

Be safe this weekend, gentlemen.

(officer taps car)

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

- Appreciate you.
- Thank you for your service.

Emperor Mitch is about to give
speech so shut the fuck up!

Brothers, I'll let y'all
murmur amongst yourselves,

as long as, you know, you
pay attention and all.

Get the fuck off of
my couch, O'Brien.

I didn't tell you to
fucking sit there.

- Okay.
- Sit on the floor

with the rest of
your fucking pledges.

(group chattering)

Sit down, sit the fuck down.

Be happy that you
get the fucking rug.

The fuck is on your face?

Potato.

(group chuckles)

- It's not funny.
- Take 'em the fuck off.

And get your sister's plush
doll off your neck, too.

What the fuck is that?

Give me that nasty
piece of shit.

All right, now, I'm gonna lay

some fucking ground
rules for y'all.

Do not shit in my toilet.

Do not dribble
piss on the seats.

Don't just fucking walk around.

Most rooms are off limits.

Brothers, y'all have rooms.

Quesadilla dicks, y'all
sleep on the floor.

Once y'all settle in, help
yourself to some fresh yay,

alcoholic beverages.

You're gonna need
a little pick me up

because we have an
action-packed evening in store.

Now, if you excuse
me and my goons,

we're gonna have a
little bit of fellowship

before we get started.

And while I'm gone, if
your pussy's get wet

do not sit on my fucking
couch, do you hear me?

The thread count is
higher than your pay grade

and the embroidery is Italian.

Bobby, Tom, Bayne, Connor.
Grab some drinks, follow me.

All right, let's fucking go.

- Wooo!
- Yeah, boys.

- Welcome to the dungeon.
- What are we doing here?

Woooo! That's what
I'm talking about.

Smells like shit in here.

Why the fuck are we
in your garage, Mitch!

- Yeah!
- The fuck is this, Mitch?

Why the fuck are
we in here, dude?

This shit smells like
your grandma's house.

Boys, I present to you
a fucking good time.

Uh, did you fucking, did
you bring any blow for us

or are you just gonna-

Frank's getting it right now.

And what about the strippers,

is that still a
thing, are we not?

They couldn't make it.

God damn it man. I knew I
shouldn't have come out here.

What the fuck do you mean
there's no strippers?

They're coming
tomorrow, all right?

Chill the fuck out. C'mon.

The seniors are coming tomorrow.

It's gonna be a
fucking sausage fest.

I got three tests.

I put forth all this
fucking effort for y'all

so you can just shut the fuck
up and listen for a minute.

Now, this retreat
has replaced lineup.

Call me crazy, but
that don't seem right.

But Todd said that we
shouldn't be hazing.

- Todd? Todd?
- (all chattering)

Seriously?

- Dude...
- (frat member gagging)

You're in love.

I can see it in your face.
You're in fuckin' love.

You're being fucking
selfish, Tom.

Stop thinking about yourself

Start remembering
what we went through.

I think we should fucking
do it. It'd be fun.

Yeah, I think, I
think I'm super down

to fuck up some pledges tonight

if we're not getting
the strippers, I'm-

The fuck is wrong
with you, Sunshine?

Fuck is wrong with you?

I fucking didn't
agree to this shit.

C'mon, don't be a drama queen.

I'm not fucking...

Then let's fucking do it then.

Hey, hey! We got 'em, hey!

(group cheers)

There we go!

(all chattering)

Take the win, take the win.

You fucking got what you wanted.

Let's do it then, let's
fucking do it then!

- Yeah!
- Yeah! Lets fucking do it.

(dramatic music)

Fuck out the way!

Emperor Mitch has an
announcement to make.

Pledges, there's a
keg in the trophy room

with your name on it.

Big voluptuous one.

And you have an hour to finish.

No fucking shoes in the
trophy room. You hear me?

Hey!

What the fuck dude, I
thought we were here

to do coke and fuck
strippers, man.

Get the fuck up, O'Brien!

Get the fuck up all,
you got a fucking hour.

- Go, go!
- (all yelling)

- Get the fuck up.
- That way!

- Move! Move!
- Fucking go!

- Faster, faster.
- C'mon, let's move!

Come on, get the
fuck outta here.

(lively music) (alcoholic
liquid sloshing)

Come on, guys, lets pick
up the fucking pace.

They're gonna be
here in 30 minutes.

Let's get tampons
out of our assholes

and finish this
fucking keg, yeah.

("Blue" by Eiffel 65)

Yo, Todd. It's O'Brien here.

I'm uh, I'm at the
retreat right now.

Just got a quick
question here for ya.

All right, give me
a call back. Bye.

Gettys, what the
fuck are you doing?

Oh, my God.

All right.

So I'm the only one who
hasn't turned into a bitch?

You're the only one not drinking

with the rest of these kids

who want to be in a
fucking fraternity.

And you're fucking that up.

Dude, you're going to be
apart of the fraternity.

You know why?

Because they don't
throw pledges out.

Once you get a bid you're in.

How the fuck do you know
that? You know what-

It's all bullshit, they're
just fucking with us.

You're fucking this up
for all of us. Okay?

- Fuck you, dude!
- Fuck you!

Y'all are a bunch of
pussies. You know that?

You have to be a little
bitch all the time!

Guys, the sophomores'
fucking suck, man!

This is bullshit!

We're not supposed to be
doing this shit on retreat.

The sophmores fucking suck, man!

Fuck! (slams cup)

That's what I
said. It's go time?

- Yup, 60 seconds left.
- Let's get it.

You heard him?

Sunshine, go check
on the pledges.

(drumming music)

- Nah, I'm not going.
- You're being a little bitch.

Then go home.

(drumming music)

("Blue" by Eiffel 65)

Okay, you guys finished?

- Yes, sir.
- Just about.

All right, I'm not gonna check.

I am!

Pass up your fucking
phones, boys.

(group groaning)

Shut the fuck up!

If you're gonna
make me do this shit

don't fucking micromanage me.

Don't ever call me a
little bitch again.

("Blue" by Eiffel 65)

All right boys,
pass 'em up, c'mon.

Let's get your phone.

C'mon, pass 'em up.

There you go. Good boy, Bill.

Let's see.

("Blue" by Eiffel 65)

O'Brien.

Do you still have your phone?

But I need that.

Bill, go get O'Brien's
phone for me.

Thank you, Bill.

Attaboy.

O'Brien, shut your
fucking mouth!

And where is your hat?

All right, boys.

We're going to have a little
chat with y'all, one by one.

Babushka, you're up first.

Get that fat ass
baby face in there.

Let's go. Come on,
walk it. Walk it.

Y'all sit right there.

(door thuds shut)

(upbeat music)

(group cheering)

(all chanting)

(all cheering)

Name the Founding Fathers.

I said name the
Founding Fathers.

Is he fucking deaf?

(group laughs)

For each Founding Father, ready?

(paddle thudding)
(all yelling)

(door squeaks open)

All right bro, we're
gonna fucking take a seat.

We're gonna go all
the way up here

and were gonna go on your right.

Right here.

Take a fucking seat.

We'll be back.

Where did Bobby DeWitt
go to high school?

What sports did he play?

And what's the name of his dad?

(dramatic music)

Uh, uh, father Senator DeWitt.

Uh...

Tennessee Longstreet
Academy in Charlotte.

And uh...

Uh, All American Lacrosse,
until your ACL tore.

Woah!

You sure know a
lot about me, Bill.

You want to suck my
dick or something?

(all laughing)

Do you want to suck his dick?

No, sir.

Do you want to suck his dick?

Come here and I want you
to take a seat. Go down.

(dramatic music)

(group cheering)

Oh my god! He pissed himself!

(group screaming and laughing)

(dramatic music)

How's everybody doing?

Anybody need some fucking
water or some shit?

You guys good?

All right. Thanks, boys.

I'll be back.

(older frat members
chanting) (dramatic music)

(door squeaks open)

("Blue" by Eiffel 65)

Oliver, let's go.

("Blue" by Eiffel 65)

Hey, what you doing,
man? You're skipping me.

O'Brien's before Stevenson.

Yeah, well, you're last
cause you're the worst.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Oh, you don't even know the
alphabet, you fucking retards.

(door thuds shut)

Fuck! (grunts)

("Blue" by Eiffel 65)

(tense dramatic music)

("Blue" by Eiffel 65)

Woooo!

Time to shine, you fucking
piece of shit. Let's go.

Spend some quality time
with the brothers, huh?

All right.

Y'all like being
Miller's bitches?

(body slams)

You got this coming.

Let's go.

(group cheering)

- Ay!
- OPPA! OPPA!

- Ay!
- Bring it in, baby.

Bring it in.

Oh, yeah, all you
fuckers want me, huh?

(group yelling)

- Oh, here we are.
- Look at you.

Oh, look at you guys.

- How you doing?
- Oh, I'm good.

- How are you, motherfucker?
- Yeah, I'm doing good.

You're at P town, baby.

Fucking wanna be fucking gone.

I'm a VIP, huh? Oh,
shit. I'm the VIP.

Look at this, look at
this small gray man

looking motherfucker right here.

(laughs) You ain't shit, you
just trying to suck my dick.

- Huh?
- Yeah. (laughs)

- Fly away looking ass bitch.
- (Mitch laughing)

That's right.

You're trying to give him
fucking time alone with me

so he can look at my
fucking big ass dick, huh?

- Hey, hey.
- That's what you want.

Shut the fuck up, bitch.

That's what you
fucking want, huh?

Shut the fuck up.

Look at you.

You trying to fucking stick
your fingers it in my mouth?

- That's enough.
- Shut up.

- Hey.
- Huh?

I'm not gay, dude.
I don't want that.

I know you're gay as
shit. Look at you.

Uh-oh.

Smack the fucking
smirk off his face.

You can't speak.

- You got a brain fart.
- Look at you.

Shut the fuck up O'Brien.

Someone needs to
fuck this kid up.

What? Huh?

What?

How the fuck did you
even get here, huh?

Fucking Todd.

Todd.

How the fuck did you get
here, your daddy's money?

- Fucking disrespectful.
- (Gettys laughs)

You're the funniest one
we've had tonight, man.

Oh, yeah. Oh, I'm glad dude.

- I'm glad to be fucking funny.
- Let's see what you got.

- That's good.
- Let's see what you got.

Hey, how tall are you,
dude? How tall are you?

You put lifts in your shoes?

You put lifts in
your shoes, bro?

- (group laughing)
- He does have jokes.

You put lifts in
your shoes, I know.

Name the year the
fraternity was founded

and the Founding Fathers.

1870. Hiram Adderly.

Ruphus DeBell, Bayard
Mitchell, Daniel Jacobs.

(paddle whips) (Gettys groans)

- Oh, boy. Bend over, baby.
- Take Todd's fucking dick.

(Gettys coughs)

Cough like a bitch.
Don't fucking cry.

Straighten the fuck up.

C'mon, you got any
other questions?

What games are we playing, huh?

What games do you want to
play with your little paddles?

What high school did
Mitch Miller go to?

What sports did he play? And
what's the name of his dad?

Oh, you'll want to talk about

this little fucker
here right now too.

Daddy's name is Beach Miller.

What did he do?

He was Wiggly Piggy CEO,
does some shit with pigs.

I don't know what the
fuck your dad did.

Shut the fuck up.

He went to Pinckney
Academy. I know that.

- What sport did I play?
- And I think you did uh...

I think you did, you did
cheerleading or some shit.

(Tom sighs)

You did cheerleading,
didn't you?

Yeah, I see you in
that little skirt

with your titties out and shit.

He knows a lot about it.

Oh yeah, I know I researched
you, I know a lot--

(paddle thuds) (Gettys groans)

Fuck.

(Gettys coughs) (group laughs)

Starting to hurt.

We're gonna spend the weekend
in the fucking hospital

if we keep doing this
shit, take it easy.

What the fuck is
wrong with you, huh?

- Yeah, I love that shit.
- You like that shit.

(frat member spits)
(Gettys spits)

Oh yeah. You're gonna
spit back at me, bitch?

Fuck you!

Seems like the kid likes pain.

(laughs) We worked him up, huh?

(all laughing)

If you want to be
a part of this,

you respect your brothers.

Do me a favor.

Name every sophomore brother,

- but don't you fuck up.
- Come on.

Come on.

Bayne, Tom, Dallas, Robert,
Colton, Tim, Crawford,

Brendan, Brennan, Campbell,
Joe, Dalton, Tripp, Beau, Jeff,

Tim, Grayson, Logan,
Wayne, Connor, Frank!

Fucking idiot.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

God damn it, O'Brien,
say his fucking name!

In my house? In
my fucking house?

Say his name!

Say my name, O'Brien!

Fuck you, fuck you Miller!

Can't fucking treat
people like shit,

expect them to suck your
little fucking clit!

You're a fucking pathetic
fucking asshole! You know that?

- Shut the fuck up.
- No one fucking likes you!

Shut the fuck up!

You're only here cause
of your daddy's money,

but your money can't buy
your fucking respect!

- You know that?
- Stop it right now.

You're a piece of fucking shit
and you're gonna die alone!

You need to shut
your fucking mouth.

(punch thuds)
(Gettys coughing)

Do you learn fucking anything?

Shut it!

(Gettys coughing)

I fucking know you're not
allowed to haze on retreats.

I fucking know that.

All you fucking
idiots are screwed!

I'm going to bury all
of you, motherfuckers!

You're such a fucking
piece of shit.

- Fucking assholes.
- That's enough.

(all yelling)

Y'all are fucking assholes.

I'm done with your fucking!

(punch thuds) Yeah,
shut the fuck up!

(punches thudding)

Fuck you.

- What the fuck- - Fuck you!

(hard hit thuds)

Hey! Get up!

Get up! Get up!

Somebody get him up! Get him up.

- I don't, I don't feel...
- Holy shit.

Shut the fuck up.

Oh, fuck.

(night light buzzing)

What have you done?

The paddle thing.

We're not going to jail because
of an accident like this.

We all hit him.

We need to call
the cops right now.

We need to call 911.

What the fuck is
wrong with all y'all?

Hey, hey we all threw punches
all right? There's no-

No, we didn't all throw punches.

Yes, we fucking did.

No, he fucking threw a punch.

- No, look at your face.
- No I fucking...

Look at your fucking
face! You threw a punch.

I didn't fucking throw a punch.

Yes, you fucking did!

I did not fucking touch him.

(all yelling)

Hey, hey. The fucking
freshman are still here.

- All right?
- Fuck.

Keep your fucking voices down.

You guys are so disgusting.

We're not gonna
tell the brothers.

Who gives a fuck if we
tell the fucking brothers?

I can, I can talk to 'em.

Where are you
going to tell them?

We'll call 'em. Talk
to them one by one.

Tell them was an accident.

Hey, we didn't kill
this kid, okay?

He's a, he's a big boy, and
he made his own choices.

You fucking wanted this.

You're a fucking
liability, Tom Baxter.

Fuck you, motherfucker.

You're a fucking phony, Tom.

Give me your fucking phone.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Give me his phone.
- Chill the fuck out.

(all yelling)

Chill the fuck out!

- (punch thuds)
- Oh fuck.

Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom!

Hey, Tom. You good?

Way to clean this shit up.

Fuck, Mitch.

(tense music)

All right, everybody, listen
very carefully, all right?

We're gonna stand up. Stand
the fuck up right now!

Okay? Turn around.

All right. Get in
the middle aisle.

You're gonna put your hands

on the brother in
front of you, okay.

- Single file. Single file.
- Okay?

Right fucking now. It's
not that fucking hard.

(tense music)

Boys, I need you
to hurry up. Okay?

I need you to hurry up.

(tense music continues)

Keep walking, keep walking.

(tense music continues)

We should fucking go
to the police, Bobby.

That's what we should do.

We can just save
ourselves, you and me.

Let's just fucking go to police.

Bobby, we're fucked.

Do you understand
that, we're fucked?

We should fucking go to the
police right fucking now,

you and me, we should go!

Hey! Calm down.

- I can't fucking calm down.
- What are we fucking doing?

You don't fucking get it
man. You don't get it.

Let's go.

[Tom] Are, are you comfortable
with their plan right now?

Keep going. Keep going
Bubuska, come on.

[Robert] I don't
know about no plan.

I'm in here babysitting you.

Keep going, keep going and stop!

Okay.

[Tom] Dude, you're a victim?

C'mon step up. Let's go.

[Robert] You fucking
hated that kid.

[Tom] Don't say that.

[Robert] You said
it. He had it coming.

All right, Gettys.

Pivot left, step
up to the ledge.

[Robert] We all saw you hit him.

- I didn't fucking hit him!
- I saw you hit him, Tom!

- I didn't fucking hit him!
- You lying motherfucker.

Fuck you! I didn't
fucking hit him.

It was right fucking there.

I fucking tried to break it up!

You wanna act like
you broke it up?

You trying to act
like you broke it up?

That's not what it
looked like to me.

I just wanted to
try to fucking...

If I knew it's going to happen,
I would've fucking run away.

- I saw you hit him, Tom.
- I didn't fucking hit him!

Yes, you did.

(tense dramatic music)

(water splashes)

[Robert] They going to
say you hit him too.

Guys, did someone just fall?

- Did someone just fall?
- Where!? Where!?

Fuck this.

You can't leave,
man. I'm sorry.

You're saying it was just
your brothers on the boat.

Just, just the pledges and us.

Excuse me, young man.

I need you to step back
with the others. Thank you.

Who is that?

(distant sirens blaring)

(tense music)

(door squeaks open)

(door thuds shut)

Thomas Baxter, that correct?

Yeah.

How did you get that, uh,

how did you get that bruise
on your forehead there?

Do you have any water?

I need a little bit.

Haven't drank water in a while.

Mr. Baxter, again.

Where did you get
that bruise from?

Hey, do I need a lawyer?

I don't know. Do you?

Did the other boys have lawyers?

We were assuming that you
didn't have anything to hide.

I don't, I don't have
anything to hide.

You have every right
to an attorney.

No, I don't have
anything to hide, I-

I just thought you
had a lawyer here.

The bruise?

Uh, it's uh...

Mitch Miller punched me.

Are you sure that it
wasn't Mr. O'Brien?

Why would you ask me that?

Not a question that
you get to ask.

Did somebody say that,

that Getty's O'Brien
punched me in the face?

What's your relationship
like with Mr. O'Brien?

It's fine.

It's fine, he's a good kid.

Any tension or hostility
between you two?

Mr. Baxter?

Yeah.

Was there any tension
between you and Mr. O'Brien?

No.

Not on my end.

What was the purpose of your
visit up here this weekend?

You mean the purpose
of coming up here?

Mm-hmm.

Um.

We were just, Mitch wanted
to show us the house.

So we came up was just
an event we organized.

How would you
describe the evening?

Um.

Um.

Pretty normal.

Just hanging with
friends and, um,

drinking a bit, joking around.

Normal.

Hanging out with friends,
drinking, driving around.

Was there any pledging?

What do you mean by pledging?

Was there pledging?

That's a big word.

I mean, a lot of
people have different

definitions of what pledging is.

What's your definition
of pledging?

I think it's like, like,

like swimming, there's like
lots of different branches

of the word swimming,

like you could just be
floating in the water

or you could also be swimming.

So I don't it could be a
lot of different things-

Are you moron?

No, I'm not a moron.

Was there any hazing?

Yeah, there's normal,
normal hazing.

This, you know, fun hazing.

They're spontaneous trivia
questions that we ask.

What was Mr. O'Brien's
trivia session like?

I don't remember his, there
was a lot of freshmen,

You don't remember his trivia?

- I don't remember.
- Mm-hmm.

When Mr. O'Brien
went into that room,

had Mitch already punched you?

I don't remember.

What was Mr. O'Brien's
physical condition

when he exited the room?

Son, look at me.

Look at me.

(Tom sighs)

I'm meeting with Mrs.
O'Brien this afternoon.

We got a cadaver in
the bottom of the lake

that we can't find.

You understand that?

And you little shits are
making my job really hard.

- I don't know what to say.
- You need to tell the truth.

How many kids were
on the boat with you?

I wasn't on the boat.

When was the last time
you saw Mr. O'Brien?

- I don't know.
- I don't remember.

But you remember seeing
him walk out of that room.

I need to know if Getty's
O'Brien walked out of that room.

He did.

He walked out of-

(vehicle horn blaring)

What did you tell him?

What did you tell him?

Dude.

What the fuck did
you tell you him?

Can you please leave
the window open?

Feel like I'm going to throw up.

Hurts my fucking ears, dude.

So what did you tell him?

What did you tell him?

I'm going to throw up dude.

You gotta, you gotta
lower the window.

- Lower the window.
- No.

- Frank, lower the window.
- No.

Frank, lower the window.
Shut the fuck up.

- What you- -
Lower the window.

What you tell him?

Shut the fuck up and
lower fucking window!

What the fuck-

Shut up! I'm not fucking
telling you shit!

Fucking little bitch,
shut the fuck up!

What is you fucking tell him?

Shut up!

[Newscaster] Freshman and
KNA pledge Gettys O'Brien

was last seen on
the pontoon boat

at the Lake Jackson home, of
Biggy Piggy CEO Beach Miller.

Divers have been
working tirelessly,

but have yet to recover a body

For now, details are
few and far between.

Police have focused on
the driver of the boat.

Mitch Miller, the
son of Beach Miller.

Will charges be filed?

We'll have to wait.

We reached out to the
Miller and O'Brien families.

No comment.

(soft solemn music)

Where've you been at, man?

You coming to the vigil?

[Newscaster] And on Tuesday,

many gathered for the
loss of a man they loved.

(soft solemn music)

[Todd] Let's not let
his death tear us apart

when he would want
us to come together.

Although we may never know

how his accidental death
occurred, it's not important,

because it's not
about the way he died.

It's about the way he lived.

Gettys made us all better.

He lifted every
person he touched.

Where's Dalton?

I know Dalton's planning
on making a painting mural.

(door knocking)

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Should I go? Do
you want me to go?

Um...

You can have two minutes.

I don't know, all right.

I'm just really busy right now.

Oh, you're busy? All right.

What you been up to? What
have you been busy doing?

Did you know that kid?

Um... (mumbles)

Or can I sit down?

No, but okay.

Did you know him?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I did.

- Were you friends?
- No.

No, he just, he was going
to be in the fraternity.

But you were there?

All right, I'm sorry asked.

No, I-

It didn't happen on the boat.

It happened earlier
in the night.

There, there was a fight and
kid fell and hit his head.

Just died.

Okay, stop.

Please, just fucking
stop talking.

No, I just started telling you

because, you know, I've
grown to trust you.

And I know, I know it's weird

'cause we've known
each other very long-

We've just fucked twice, man.

That's it.

- (Tom crying)
- Sorry. (mumbles)

Sorry, I'm gonna go.

(door squeaks and thuds shut)

[Todd] The past couple
weeks, a bad dream.

Feels like it.

I'm sure we all blame ourselves.

I know, I know I do.

We are not in good
standing with the school.

It's not clear if we'll survive.

And I won't be the guy who
tells thousands of alumni

they can't come home.

I won't.

They're gonna...

Don't fucking move!

They're gonna make someone
take the blame for this.

It's probably gonna
be a few of you,

because if it's not
a couple idiots,

then it's over 100 years
down the fucking drain!

And what a waste that would be.

There was not supposed to
be a lineup on that retreat.

You knew that.

You knew that.

Why did you leave
the vigil, Tom?

You know, I expected
a lot more from you.

People said you weren't
cut for it, but-

Why the fuck are you
dressed like that?

Fucking idiot.

(door clacks open)

(door thuds shut)

Gentlemen, you're expelled.

James?

First of all, you
were explicitly told

no retreats, no hazing.

Tom Baxter was seen
confronting O'Brien

a few days before in his room.

Connor was the MC of
the hazing session.

Frank Vitti provided cocaine.

That's a complete lie.

Um, with all due respect,

there were, there were 40
other kids at that retreat.

I, to hold, to hold
this group responsible,

that's just insane.

Mitch Miller and Bayne Ellis
were expelled weeks ago.

Okay. I understand that.

But aren't we entitled to, like,

like, like a trial with with
the Judiciary Committee?

When someone dies, a
protocol is irrelevant-

All right, but none of
us were on that boat.

I got goddamn news
crews on my campus!

What am I supposed
to tell my dad?

We've notified your parents.

You have until
5:00 PM to pack up.

(Tom breathing shakily)

(soft somber music)

(vehicle door thuds shut)

(soft somber music continues)

(soft somber music continues)

(indistinct)

(soft somber music continues)

(lively music)

(indistinct)

Where as by shifting your
own laziness (indistinct)

by sharing (indistinct).

Tom? Tom?

Late, but nice work.

Great job everyone,
I'm impressed.

You're home.

Kelli, nice job.

Jacob.

You're all set.

Hey.

Fancy seeing you here.

Yeah. You had no
idea I worked here?

Weird I didn't get
a call from ya.

A check in? No.

"Hey, Mitch. How you doing?

I hope your life's not ruined."

I was facing 10 years, Sunshine.

So do you want a drink
or what do you want?

I'll take a scotch on the
rocks. Twist of lemon.

(bartending devices clacking)

(ice clanking)

(drink sloshing)

I've been uh, wanting to
talk to you for two years.

(Tom sighs)

When I heard you got expelled,

it was the hardest part for me.

I had a lot of trouble
forgiving myself

and it's my fault.

Well, it's not your
fault I got expelled.

Well, thank you for saying that.

- That's the truth.
- It's how I feel.

It's my fault-

Wait, how about I take you
out for crab at Joe's later?

Come on. We can hit the
strip club afterwards.

I got a penthouse suite.

I got two bedrooms,
crazy liquor cabinet.

I got a living room in
the hotel room. (laughs)

Nah, man.

Can't do it.

(Tom clears throat)

[Beach] Ready?

Uh, Dad, this is Tom Baxter,
KNA Sumpter, you remember?

Oh, I see. How are you?

How you doing? Doing good.

How're you?

- Thank you, late.
- Late, but well.

Get the check.

Yes, sir. Here you go.

No, it's all right.

Be well.

Thank you for dinner.

I appreciate you.

(silverware gently clanking)

(gentle melancholy music)

♪ The walls are coming
down all around me ♪

♪ The walls are coming
down all around me ♪

♪ The walls are coming down ♪

♪ But I can't explain,
it's not my fault ♪

♪ Man, what would we
do without each other ♪

♪ Man, what would we
do without each other ♪

♪ Man, what would we do,
and what can be done ♪

♪ It's not my fault ♪

♪ The walls are coming
down all around me ♪

♪ The walls are coming
down all around me ♪

♪ The walls are coming
down but I can't explain ♪

♪ It's not my fault ♪

♪ What we're gonna do ♪

(funky melancholy music)

(funky melancholy
music continues)