The Row Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 2018
- 85 min
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- Just you two.
Oh, my gosh, Becks.
This is insane.
[screams]
This is insane!
[electronic music]
AJ, how are you?
- This is Riley.
- Hi.
- Don't be shy.
- One for you.
- You want a drink?
- Thank you. Yes, of course.
Follow me.
- How you doing?
- I'm always good.
- [AJ] Vodka? Tequila?
- [Becks] Vodka.
Vodka. Chaser? Yes, no?
- Cranberry?
- Uh... pineapple.
- Pineapple?
- Yes.
Why pineapple?
You should look it up.
Let's check.
- Pineapple juice?
- Yes!
You are such a sick sh*t!
I'm a sick little slut.
What is up, brother man?
How's it going?
- You want a shot?
- Yeah, hit me up.
Oh! No, no, no!
These are not gonna work.
- Perfect. Thank you so much.
- There you go.
And this is for you.
- How's that?
- Perfect.
- Good?
- Thanks, thanks.
Brains and beauty
should always be rewarded.
It's rare.
And freshmen getting asked
to come to upper-class Psych
doesn't go unnoticed.
Nor does...
Well, you know, how you look.
- Okay, we need a stronger drink.
- Yeah, yeah.
All right. To the Row.
- To...
- Getting f***ed up at college!
Go get in the pool!
Let's do this!
[party music]
- You got in?
- My friend Becks got us in.
- You're Riley Cole, right?
- Yeah.
I'm Celeste Aster,
Chapter President.
This is Ana.
She's kind of my right hand.
- Hi.
- What's up?
This is Phi Lambda!
[girls shouting]
It's kind of our job to know
that your mom
was part of Phi Lambda.
- She was?
- Yeah.
Chapter President '89, I think.
Wait, you didn't know?
There's a lot
I don't know about my mom.
She died when I was seven.
But that seems a little intense
for a party like this.
Phi Lambda material.
Yes.
- You wanna have a real drink?
- Yes.
[girls shouting]
[rock music]
[girls shouting]
[shouts]
Bring it on.
[indistinct chatter]
[rock music]
Hey. Can we talk about this?
Carter, I saw you
with that chick.
You know, I thought this time
with me, it would be different.
You're supposed to know
how this works.
You're right.
Isabel.
Wait.
[door creaks open]
[footsteps]
[electronic music]
[cigarette burning]
[cell phone beeps]
[door thuds open]
[suspenseful music]
Leave me the f*** alone, Carter.
I said, I don't want to talk!
[eerie music]
Come on, what is this?
What the f***?
[scary music]
[knife slashes]
[moans]
[groans]
[knife slashes]
Please.
[scary music]
[panting]
[blood oozing]
[footsteps]
[raindrops pattering]
[keyboard taps]
[telephone rings]
[telephone beeps]
I'm still alive, Dad.
[Cole] Just checking in.
How'd you spend
Mmm... just stayed in
with Becks.
Who?
How's work?
It's... same as ever, busy.
[Riley] You got a dog yet?
[laughs]
Dad, did you know that Mom
was a part of a sorority
called Phi Lambda?
Dad!
Yeah, I'm here.
I thought you said that Mom
hated sororities.
I doubt I said that, I'm...
I'm on a case, Riley.
I got to go. I'm busy.
Right.
- I love you.
- [Riley] I love you, bye.
[cell phone beeps]
[telephone beeps]
[blows air]
[record playing]
[blues rock music]
[blues rock music continues]
[cameras clicking]
[chatter on police radio]
[suspenseful music]
[door creaks open]
- [eerie music]
- [muffled screams]
[dark scary music]
[girl] Ladies,
welcome to Phi Lambda.
You bad b*tches
are the chosen few
who have been selected
to take the next step
towards initiation.
But now you can relax.
No hazing.
Tonight is about getting
a little drunk.
And most of all,
it's about having fun.
So to tonight's new sisters!
[girls shouting]
[mysterious music]
She looks just like you.
I can't believe she was here.
Becks, she was here,
in this house.
There's a lot
I don't know about her.
Maybe you're meant to be here.
Maybe joining Phi Lambda
is a way of reconnecting
with her or something.
[girl] This way, ladies.
Maybe it's body shots?
[chuckles]
This way.
Keep following me.
Keep it going.
Keep it moving. Let's go.
Come on. Let's go.
[guitar feedback]
[girls screaming]
[strange music]
[girls continue screaming]
So, like,
we lied about the hazing.
You dumb shits actually
believed it, didn't you?
Strip, b*tches!
Okay, you'll have
two minutes to hide.
When you're found,
you'll be subjected to,
shall we say, further trials.
But the last pledge to be found
will be granted exemption
from these trials.
So, let the games begin!
Run, b*tches!
[girls screaming]
[psychedelic music]
Sorry.
Go!
F***ing disgusting.
Choose one.
Gross! Get the f*** out!
- Can I at least have my clothes?
- You can have your phone.
Go take a selfie
in front of Zeta
and then you can stay.
Go!
Come on, now. You choose one.
[scoffs]
And who are we missing?
[footsteps]
[door creaks open]
Hello?
Is anybody in here?
Hello?
I know you're in here.
[girl] Hello?
[suspenseful music]
[knife slashing]
[girl screams]
[screams]
[screaming]
[cameras clicking]
[police sirens wailing]
Oh, thank God.
Thank God you're okay.
[radio police chatter]
- You're okay, right?
- Yeah.
Come home with me till we
figure out what's going on here?
Yeah, I want to go home.
Okay, good.
I'm gonna go inside
and see how everything's
going in there,
and then we'll get you
out of here.
- Okay.
- You stay with her?
Yeah, of course.
Okay.
[man] Give me a couple of shots
over here.
Are you sure you want
to go home?
You didn't see her face, Becks.
[flash powers up]
[cameras continue clicking]
She won't be the last.
I agree.
This took work.
[eerie music]
[Grey] The sick f*** is
probably just getting started.
Hey, boss,
Ellingham is on her way.
I got to go anyway.
I got to get Riley home.
But I want in on this,
are we clear?
[camera clicks]
[exhales]
[camera clicks]
Goddamn it, Cole.
You're suspended. What the f***
are you doing here?
Just leaving, ma'am.
[Ellingham] You have no idea
what position I'm in.
I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm gone.
You got suspended?
- When did that happen?
- The day I dropped you off.
When are you gonna start
being honest with me?
I'm your kid.
There are girls in there
who are complete strangers
and they're telling me more
about my mom than you ever have!
- Can we talk about this at home?
- I'm not going home.
Ellingham wants me
to take you to your car.
I'm talking to my daughter.
Give me a second.
I'll be fine, Dad.
I have friends here.
Now, Cole. Let's go.
- F***.
- Come on. Keep moving.
[acoustic guitar music]
[inaudible]
- Riley.
- [gasps]
Sorry. Didn't mean
to frighten you.
It's okay.
Yeah, we're all on edge.
- Did you happen to know Isabel?
- Yeah, sort of.
I'm glad to see you're focusing
on your studies.
It's good to stay busy
at a time like this.
- This was decent.
- Really? Thank you.
You have a surprisingly
solid grasp
of psychology for a freshman.
Well, my dad is a detective.
So he kind of raised me
to read people.
He was relentless
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