The Row Page #3

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when I brought a boy home.

[laughs] Make sense.

You know, I teach an advance

level Criminal Psych class.

Serial killers,

criminal profiling.

It's normally for seniors,

but...

Think about it

for next semester.

Will do.

You're a capable student.

I'd like to see how

far you can go.

- Humph.

- Sometimes we...

we get together in a group.

We order pizza.

If we're feeling

really crazy, we...

- crack open some root beer.

- I'll keep it in mind.

- Professor Villiers?

- Petra!

Let's go to my office.

- Take care, Riley.

- See you.

- What did he want?

- Nothing.

I brought you something.

- What?

- Something...

Class of '89. Is my mom in here?

Check it out.

Tonight we're honoring Isabel.

We're all gonna just meet up

at Randy's,

this main bar

we all hang out at.

Will you come?

Yes.

[bus zooms by]

Her computer looks like she's on

all the usual social media.

We're going through

it all but there's

one thing I found interesting.

Tell me.

There's one app

she constantly used.

It doesn't have a name,

just a Greek symbol. Row.

And none of our guys here

have ever heard of it.

Not even the techs.

They can't even

recover the data.

Can't you just download

it yourself?

Well, I tried. It's not

on the App Store or Android.

The only thing I found on it

was some dark-web rumor blog.

Apparently, you need to be

invited with some access code.

Some Illuminati type sh*t.

Run it down.

[telephone beeps]

[party music]

What?

- Kind of fun.

- You've been here before?

I've heard about things.

You've heard about Randy's?

Yeah, I've heard about Randy's.

[rap music]

Hi.

- How are you?

- I'm good.

- Hey, girls.

- Hi, Riley.

I got ditched

for a boy, quickly.

What game are you playing?

Row. It's like Greek Tinder.

You have to be in a sorority

or a frat and be invited.

You won't find that anywhere.

Not for pledges.

Right here.

And I have party favors.

[screams]

[girl] I love you!

Just one. I got you, here.

Thank you very much.

Here we go. Okay.

- One for you.

- Okay. Ready?

To Isabel.

- To Isabel!

- Isabel!

- Wait, what is this?

- What?

- It's Molly.

- Molly. Magic Molly.

I think I'm just gonna drink.

- No!

- What?

Listen, you only live once.

This is college.

Have a little f***ing fun!

[girl] Have a little

f***ing fun!

We treat you so nice.

[indistinct]

I'm telling you.

[slow beat music]

[acoustic guitar music]

[girls screaming]

[retching]

[gasps]

- [moans]

- You okay?

[exhales]

[chuckles]

We really have to stop

meeting like this.

[both laughing]

This is not my scene.

[groans]

- Okay.

- You good?

- I'm Miller, by the way.

- Riley.

Nice to meet you, Riley.

[laughs]

Hey. Excuse me.

Excuse me,

you can't go in there.

Calm down, fun police.

I'm not driving.

I just need these to get back

into my apartment.

Is that okay with you?

I'll be back

for the car tomorrow.

Feel free to wax it.

F***ing drunk girls.

Unbelievable.

[Riley] I got to go home.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy, easy, easy.

Okay, all right.

What are you doing?

I'm going home.

What, you think

you're gonna drive?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll drive you.

[exhales]

Thanks.

[gasps]

[door thuds shut]

I'll be back in, like, 15.

[car door slams shut]

[car engine starts]

Hey, it's Riley.

Leave me a message.

Sh*t.

[Grey] Hey, for the record,

I hardly called my parents

when I was in college.

Was there a killer

loose at your college?

Good point. Keep calling her.

You know you're not supposed

to be working this case.

Yeah, well, let them try and

stop me. It's my kid's school.

I'm gonna head to the office,

see what I can dig up there.

Just don't let Ellingham

catch you.

[eerie music]

Sees her as an object.

A doll he can play

with anyway he wants.

[slashes]

[groans]

Wakey, wakey.

- Oh!

- Oh, wait. Easy, easy, hey.

Wait, Riley, hang on.

You forgot your bag.

[car door shuts]

[breathing hard]

[car door closes]

Riley, your bag, your keys.

- [grunts]

- Whoa!

F***.

- [groans]

- You okay?

- You all right?

- I'm okay.

- I'm okay.

- You forgot your bag.

And your keys.

Does that look like

an apartment key to you?

Yeah, yeah, they're short.

Hey, listen...

What do you think about

doing something

that doesn't involve puking

and frat parties

with a humble valet guy like me?

You don't think I look hot

when I puke?

[laughs]

Put your number in that phone.

[beeping]

[beeping continues]

I think you look good.

Call me.

Wait. No, you have my number.

You got to call me.

[laughs]

You got it?

[laughs]

[door creaking open]

Carter?

Carter!

I know you're in there.

Carter?

[eerie music]

[door creaking open]

Carter!

Carter?

[scary music]

[stabbing]

[suspenseful music]

Oh, my God.

My head is literally pounding.

[Ana] Tell me about it.

[exhales]

Oh, my God.

Where were you last night?

We were looking

everywhere for you.

I drank way too much liquor

and ended up puking

in the bushes all night.

[exhales]

[Celeste] You got off easy.

Ana threw up in my purse.

[groans] Gross!

F***ing fun, right?

[laughs]

Do you guys care if I check out

more of your book stuff?

Help yourself.

[sighs]

[doorbell rings]

Mmm... thank God the pizza

is here.

Pledges, get the door!

So loud!

Do you want to get it?

[footsteps]

God...

[mysterious music]

[footsteps approach]

Hi.

Oh, my God.

I didn't know

anyone was in here.

- I almost just wet my pants.

- Sorry. [laughs]

I don't think we've met.

I'm Riley.

Oh. Nina. I'm the house mother.

- Class of '91.

- I saw your picture in the hall.

[Nina] Mm-hmm.

Wait, '91. Did you know my mom?

Margaux Cole?

- You're Margaux's daughter.

- Yeah.

[eerie music]

Yeah, I knew your mom, somewhat.

That's amazing.

Would you mind looking at this?

In every other picture

I've seen of her

she looks so happy,

but in this one, it's just...

I don't know,

she seems different.

Do you know why?

Mmm... I don't know.

[Nina] I have to get going.

So... It was nice

meeting you, Riley.

Please.

There's so much

that I don't know about her.

If you know anything,

it would mean the world to me.

It would mean so much to me.

It's really not my place, Riley.

Maybe you should talk

to your father.

My dad? You know my dad?

I do. I did know him.

[Nina] Look, I...

I probably shouldn't

even be saying this, but...

let's just say Margaux

wasn't the nicest girl

in the sorority.

Hey, Nina. Where are all

the Psych 120 papers?

Excuse me, Riley.

[car drives by]

[door thuds open]

[door buzzer rings]

What did my mom do?

Something happened at Phi Lambda

and I want to know what it was.

- Riley!

- Enough!

Start being honest with me!

Your mother was involved

in a hazing incident.

One of the girls

couldn't handle it.

She killed herself.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

I don't know any of the details.

Your mother refused to talk

to me about it.

But trust me, Riley,

your mother felt horrible.

[Cole] Everybody makes mistakes.

Who keeps something like that

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