[subliminal instrumental music]
[rap music playing]
[party chatter]
[girls cheering]
Chance got it. Chance is fucking at it.
How you been, man?
Come in for a picture.
Oh, my God.
-Cheers! -Cheers!
[rap music continues]
[whispering] Yo, shh.
[rap music thumping]
[laughing]
I didn't even fuckin' tell 'em. They just started doing that.
I didn't even fuckin' tell 'em anything.
Why'd you stop?
What are you doing?
No, Brad didn't... You want a bump? You want more coke?
-You guys want a bump? Yeah? -[girl] Yeah.
[sniffing]
-In your mouth? -Mmm-hmm.
Your friend's a pro.
You want one?
Let's do it.
Fuckin' A, man.
Whoo!
-You want some coke, Brad? -No, I'm good, bro. I'm good.
You want a little... Take a little like this.
A little on your gums?
I'm straight, bro.
-[Chance] Sure? Okay. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Don't worry about it? Mmm?
[Chance] Oh, shit.
[Brett] Oh, man.
Oh, shit.
Leah, Leah. Come here.
Come in here. We got coke.
You want some coke? Come in.
I'm cool.
[Chance] No, you wanna do a bump?
I'm gonna take off.
Oh, oh. Hey...
What are you doing?
Are you embarrassed right now?
Huh? No, man. No. I'm not fucking embarrassed. I'm just tired.
Okay, you need to liven up a little bit.
-'Cause this is a sure thing. -I know.
Right here, it's fuckin'...
I know. I'm just not into it tonight.
I love you. I gotta call it a night, okay?
It's about Leah?
Bro, how long are you chasing that?
Fuckin'...
Fuck off.
Okay? I'm not leaving 'cause of Leah.
All right. All right.
Dude, this party is fucking weird anyway...
All right. Tell Mom and Dad I said hi.
-Okay, I will. I love you. -I'm sorry.
No, no, no. I'm just fucking tired... Just no drive tonight.
[sighs]
[man] Yo, hey! I know you, right?
Me?
Yeah. Hey, I saw you inside. Do you think I can get a ride?
Uh, where are you going?
Not far.
I'm sorry, dude. It's kind of late. I gotta get home.
Come on, man.
It's right up the road.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Okay, sure.
Yeah, this is me right here.
All right, hang on a sec. Let me grab my boy.
-Your "boy"? -Yeah.
Look, it'll just take a sec, man. I swear.
Okay.
Fucking kidding me?
Weren't taking off without us, were you?
No. No, no, no. I was just waiting.
All right.
[car doors open]
All right. Thanks, man.
All right.
[clears throat]
So wait. How do you guys know Colin?
Who the fuck is Colin, man?
He's the kid whose house we were at.
Oh, right. Yeah, it's his boy. Right, man?
[chuckles] Yeah.
You guys go to Brookman? My brother goes there.
Brookman?
Nah, man. We go somewhere else.
Just keep driving.
Straight?
Yeah, yeah. Keep going.
It's a ways.
I thought you said it was just up the road?
We, uh, we gettin' close?
Yeah. Yeah, man. Take a left.
-What, here? -Yeah.
Listen, guys. I, uh, I gotta get back home.
Hey, relax, man. We're almost there.
I know. It's just late. Is there some place close I can drop you off?
-Where do you suggest? -I don't know, man.
I'm about to turn around any second though. I mean...
Hey, man. What's your problem?
You're freaking out like a little bitch.
Stop being such a baby.
[man] For real, man.
I'm not being a baby, man. You told me it was just up the road.
I've been driving 20 minutes. Like...
All right. Okay. All right. Pull over then.
Look, man. I'm not, you know...
Stop the fucking car!
-What's wrong? -Nothing.
Your hand's shaking.
Okay. What do you guys want? Seriously.
Relax.
We're here now anyway.
[car door beeping]
[punching]
[Brad] Stop! Okay, stop!
Stop...
[coughing]
Look, you don't need to hurt me, okay?
What do you want? I'll give you whatever you want.
[grunts]
[coughing]
What's your ATM code?
What?
Tell me your fucking ATM code right now,
or I swear to God I'll fucking kill you.
4-1-1-4.
Don't fucking lie to me.
It's 4-1-1-4.
I swear to God, dude, I'm not--
Can you please just let me go?
Shut the fuck up.
Look, I don't have anything.
Shut up.
Stop talking.
[grunts]
[mumbles]
Stay.
Wanna get in on this?
Come on, man. Let's go.
[car engine starts]
[dog barking]
[hip hop music playing]
[sombre instrumental music]
[pills rattling]
I'm fine.
Easy, easy, easy.
Just give me a sec...
-Yeah. -I'm sorry.
I've been driving around for three hours
with a knife in my car, trying to find these guys.
Chance is coming over with his dad's gun.
I swear to God, we're gonna fucking kill them.
It doesn't matter, Brett.
Of course it fucking matters.
They're not gonna get away with this, Brad.
You're never gonna find them, man.
Tell me what they look like.
They don't look like anything. Okay?
What the fuck are you talking about, "They don't look like anything?"
Brad. Fuck!
All right.
[detective] So, did they have a weapon?
[Brad] No, not that I was aware of.
But they forced their way into the car?
No.
So you gave two complete strangers
a ride out in the middle of nowhere,
because you're a nice guy--
-No, I told-- -I'm just trying to understand.
I told you that they were at the party,
and that they asked me for a ride home.
And they tried to steal your car.
Yes.
I've seen your car.
What I can't understand is why they beat you up so bad.
Did you say something to them?
Call them, something? Resist, uh...
-Provoke. -Fuck do I know?
You know what I think?
I think you were looking for drugs.
I think you were trying to buy drugs from these guys,
and things got out of hand.
It happens. This I can help you with.
I wasn't trying to buy drugs.
Okay.
Not trying to buy drugs.
[sniffs]
I don't know what else to tell you.
You go home and get some rest. We'll follow up.
Fuck.
[grunting]
[painful squealing]
[motor whirring]
What are you doing here?
Want a beer?
Yeah.
-Nice to see you. -Yeah. You, too.
Get off Facebook.
-Thanks, man. -Gotcha.
So what you been up to?
Yeah, dude. I'm sorry I haven't been back before now.
I've just been crazy busy. You know?
How you doing?
Good.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Mom said you're thinking about bailing on school.
I'm not bailing on it.
I just don't know if I can get all my shit together
before the fall, you know.
But you're already accepted for the fall.
Plus Phi Sig is only rushing in the fall.
I don't know, man.
I'm not putting any pressure on you. I'm just saying.
You should come this weekend, though.
We're throwing a huge party at the lake.
I think Leah is gonna be there.
Yeah, I know.
I'm sure you do know.
[laughing]
You're gonna... You know, like a little ass grab?
-[laughing] -Oh, Jesus Christ.
Okay.
-Yeah? -Yeah, I'll come for the weekend.
Fuck, yeah!
Just for the weekend, though.
Yeah. It's all you need. Just...
Get right in there, grab that ass.
[laughing]
Oh, Jesus.
It's good to see you, man.
You too, bro.
[clinks bottles]
[rock music playing]
-Whoa! -Ho!
Lando!
How you doing, man?
-Hi. How you been? -You look good.
You all right?
Hey, man. How are you?
-How you been? -Good.
-Good to see you. -You too, man.
-Brought the beer. -Here you go.
Welcome, Lands.
-Thanks, man. -Say hello, everybody.
Brett? Brett!
Come over here, you fucking asshole.
Couple of my brothers here.
Yeah, good to meet you.
Whoo!
[general chatter]
So where you been all summer?
Just had some shit I had to deal with back home.
Yo, Brad got fucking rolled up on
by some white trash fucking rednecks, man.
Those townie dudes in Dawson are no joke, man.
They know they got nothing to lose.
These motherfuckers are literally on their way to jail,
and they figure shit they can put you in the hospital at the same time is better.
So what happened?
They beat my ass, stole my car.
I'm just saying, man, you creep up on a dude like that behind his back,
you're straight pussy, man.
I'll say this, though.
My boy Brad knows how to take a fucking punch, man.
Unlike some of us.
Oh! What...
Why are you flinching, Baity?
Fuck you.
[laughter]
You piece of shit.
Baity, why are you flinching?
[Baity] I hate all of you.
[laughter]
[music playing in distance]
-Hey. -Hey.
Do you mind if I sit?
No, no. Please. Got some towel.
-[laughs] -Towel here.
I'm really glad you came.
Me, too.
Yeah.
How are you?
I'm good.
Yeah, they found a fracture in my jaw, though.
I mean, I remember when it happened.
'Cause I could hear it, you know...
I mean, this guy's fist just like...
kept slamming into my face.
But I remember... I remember I was thinking of you.
What do you mean?
Just your last memory of me was me
abandoning you at a party.
-And-- -No!
No, you did not abandon me...
...at all. No.
Seriously.
[Brett] Yo, B. You seen my keys?
Oh, shit.
Sorry.
I'm gonna go get another beer, actually.
Okay. Yeah, yeah.
Cool.
Can of beer. All right.
I thought you said she had a fucking boyfriend, bro?
[laughs]
Shh.
You're so drunk right now, aren't you?
Can you just get me another fucking drink?
[laughs] You...
Just keep your voice down.
Why don't you drive this one.
It's probably a good idea, buddy.
Probably take a nap or something like that?
Yeah. [clears throat]
Easy with the fucking mirror, bro.
[Brett] It's all good, man. We're good.
Yeah, I don't have the keys, bro.
I got it. I got it.
'Cause you had them.
Yeah, here. Right there.
Oh, hold on a sec.
-Do you have them? -Yeah, I got 'em.
All right.
Okay.
-Brett? Hey. -Yeah?
Do you think I'm a pussy?
You're drunk, dude.
Hey, hey.
I don't know why I didn't fight back.
Okay? I don't know.
I don't know.
-Okay. -Okay?
You know, like...
If I had to do it again...
All right. I'm just gonna...
-Can you get this? -Okay.
There we go.
I kissed her, you know.
I know. I saw you.
Don't try to kiss me.
I won't kiss you. [laughs]
Just get in the car Be good.
I'm good. Everything's good.
[car door shuts]
-That is why you wear glasses. -Shut up.
I don't know if you remember this, I didn't look at the fucking sun.
Fuck you. What, did you close your eyes?
I wouldn't be surprised, man.
Dumbest game ever.
Could you throw me my hoodie, dude?
When are you driving back?
Uh, next Sunday.
I've been thinking, man. I, uh...
I think I'm gonna go.
Go where?
Like, I think I'm gonna start school on time.
Brad, that's fucking awesome.
Yeah?
That's amazing.
[chuckles]
-Thank you. Thanks, man. -Yeah.
[sombre instrumental music]
-You good? -Yeah, I got it.
Six...
Four.
Oh, dude. This room is way fucking bigger than I thought it was gonna be.
It's not bad.
That's a pretty sweet TV.
Yeah. Good to go.
Hey, what's up, man?
Uh, one of you Brad?
I'm your roommate.
Will Fitchley.
But people call me Fitch.
Right on, dude. I'm Brad Land.
It's really good to meet you. This is my brother, Brett.
What's up, man.
Shit, dude. Are you in Phi Sig?
I am. Yeah.
Oh, dude, that's awesome.
Uh, so what's up with Rush?
Can anybody come out, or...
Yeah, of course.
Yeah. We're actually got a party on Saturday.
You should come out. Brad's coming.
Yeah. I will totally be there.
That sounds awesome, man.
All right. Cool.
Oh, we got some more stuff--
Yeah, we got some more boxes, man.
-Good to meet you, bro. -Yeah, dude.
I'll see you in a second though, man.
It's good to meet you, Will.
Yeah, good to meet you, too.
[techno music playing]
[people chatting]
[music thumping]
[rap music playing]
[techno music playing]
[all cheering]
[Brett] Hey, what did I tell you. It's good, right?
It's just fucking chill.
Brett. Brett. It's fucking awesome, dude.
Seriously.
These are some of the best dudes we'll ever fucking know.
Like, I mean that.
I get it. I got you.
I'm excited. I'm excited you're here.
Okay. good.
What's up, motherfuckers?
[boy] Yo, who's this fucking...
Who is this fucking Ellen DeGeneres here?
Dude, that's my fucking roommate.
No!
Oh, fuck dude. I'm sorry.
[hip hop music playing]
[birds chirping]
Shh.
[mouths] Okay.
I'm leaving.
[door shuts]
[laughing]
What's up, man? How you doing, dude?
-I'm good, man. -Yeah?
-Yeah. -You feeling all right?
You ready? Hell week's coming up.
Yeah, I'm ready, man.
-You sure? -Yeah.
Oh, man. I'm not so sure.
Got some hot girls in your barn?
-One or two. -"One or two."
-[laughs] What? -What are you doing right now? Where are you going?
I'm just going to class.
Oh, fuck. We're going to the bar, brother.
It's kind of early.
You're smart enough, man. Don't be a pussy. Come on.
[rock music playing]
So how you been anyway, man?
-I've been good, man. -Yeah?
Yeah, I'm doing good, I think.
Fucking trying not to sleep through class, right?
No, how you been? How you been since the, uh...
Fucking whatever. Since your accident.
Yeah.
You're gonna be Phi Sig.
All right?
That shit's never gonna happen again.
First of all, you're never gonna find yourself in that position again.
Ever.
Yeah, I gotta get in first.
Yeah, you gotta get in.
Yes, you do have to get in first.
Finish that beer, man. We're doing shots tonight, man.
-You fucking serious? -Me and you, we're doing shots tonight.
We're blacking out tonight, motherfucker. Finish that beer.
Yo! Phi Sigma Mu, motherfucker!
Ow!
Whoo!
Yeah, man! Don't stop, motherfucker.
Yes? Yes.
Oh, God.
[speaks indistinctly]
What?
I do.
I think I love you.
-You don't mean that. -No.
[chuckling]
I don't know, I just...
I could love you.
I don't even know you.
Look, um...
I have to be up really early tomorrow.
I think maybe you should go.
[clears throat]
[hip hop music playing]
[people chatting]
[Brett] Brad.
Dixon, Brad. Brad, Dixon.
This is my brother I was telling you about.
-What's up, Brad? -Hey, man.
One of those?
Brad, how do you like all the shit so far, huh?
I don't know. It's good times, right?
Right.
So you're a business major, like your fag brother here, or what?
No.
No, I don't really have a major yet.
I'll probably just wait and see.
Cool. Nice.
Good luck with that.
All right, Well, I left Chance on the grill.
I got to make sure he's not fucking the burgers. So...
See you, dude.
What the fuck was that?
What?
All that "good times" bullshit?
Bro, they're not gonna let you in here
just 'cause you're my brother. I can't...
Yeah, I fucking know that.
'Cause they're weird about that shit.
You need to fucking shake their hand,
look 'em in the eye, let 'em know you wanna be here.
All right. What do you fucking want me to do?
I want you to just have fun.
-Okay. -And just chill out.
-Okay. -Right now though,
take a fucking shot of this.
Some man shit.
Then we're gonna have a good time, all right?
Come on. Let's go.
There you go.
Are you good?
Holy shit. Yeah.
[man] All right.
Who's this up in my motherfucking house?
Oh, shit! Look who it is.
What's going on, man? Chance!
How you doing, brother?
-How are you, brother? -Oh, man. I'm good.
Good to see you.
Yeah, welcome back. Yo, this is Mitch.
-What's up, Mitch? -Hey, how you doing?
-Baity. -All right.
Yo, class of 2000. Craziest motherfucker to come through this school.
-Aw, maybe. Maybe. -Craziest motherfucker to come through this school.
-Maybe. -Maybe.
-[boy] Mitch? Mitch? -What!
[Mitch] What's up, you fucking pussy?
You fucking animal.
Get the fuck down here, you fucking faggot
and suck my cock right now!
Show me some fucking respect!
Now!
Yo, beer.
Oh.
Yo, just one. I got to go.
"One." [scoffs]
I got to get back to Vanessa and the kid.
I got a kid now, bro.
-You got a kid? -I got a fucking kid now.
Fuck that, Dad.
Don't call me fucking "Dad".
-Yo, fuck you, man. -Fucking "Dad".
-Fuck you! -Fuck you!
[all cheering]
[boy] He's back, baby!
-[boy 1] Line it up. Line it up. -[boy 2] Here. Right here.
[all] Cheers.
For the boys.
-Hey. -[Chance] You guys know Mitch?
What's up, brother?
-Brad? -Yeah.
Hey, is this the motherfucker who got his ass beat?
[Chance] Yo, Brad got jumped by some dickless piece of shit, man.
It's bullshit.
Brad...
That can't fucking happen.
-You hear me? -Yeah.
You know why?
This is Phi Sigma Mu.
Okay? We're gentlemen.
We don't like to fight,
but if we gotta fight,
then we all fight.
Do you hear what I'm saying?
Some motherfucker wants to go through Chance,
they gotta go through all of us.
They wanna fuck with Brett,
they're going through all of us!
It's the same with you.
-Do you hear what I'm saying? -Yeah.
Punch me in the face.
-What? -Punch me in the fucking face.
-No, dude. -Punch me in the face!
Punch me in the fucking face!
-I'm not gonna fucking punch-- -Do it!
All right.
Punch me in the fucking stomach.
Punch me in the stomach.
-Punch me in the stomach. -[all hollering]
[all yelling]
[yelling]
Punch me in the stomach.
Give me a slap. Slap my fucking--
-Oh! -Slap me.
Slap me.
[yelling]
To the greatest group of gentlemen
the civilized world has ever known.
[all] Phi Sigma Mu!
Holy Phi Sigma Mu,
we are brothers through and through.
Seldom cuss and never lie,
we are brothers till we die.
Holy Phi Sigma Mu,
we are brothers through and through.
Seldom cuss and never lie,
we are brothers till we die.
[all cheering]
[cell phone vibrating]
I don't know. Are you guys sure?
I still think these are too big.
Oh, my God. Will, relax man. You look fine.
How do you guys feel about Hell Week, huh?
Dude, if one more person asks me that fucking question...
They're just trying to scare us, man.
I don't know, Baity.
They did say something about a goat.
They're trying to fucking scare us.
[imitates goat bleating]
[chuckling]
Fucking goat.
[guys cheering]
[cheering continues]
Yo, she's fucking cute, dude.
Have you ever fucking...
Have you ever had sex with a stripper?
No, have you?
All the time.
No, no.
[guys continue cheering and hollering]
You guys wanna get out of here?
You wanna get out of here?
I have a surprise for you.
[cheering continues]
[speaking indistinctly]
-No, dude. -No, dude.
Pledges are not allowed in the fucking legacy room.
You know what else pledges aren't allowed to do?
Smoke my fucking Cuban cigars.
Oh, shit.
Holy shit. Is this real?
Yeah, dude.
My dad gives them to me for my birthday.
Oh, shit.
You got it?
You good?
I'm going places.
We're smart fucking dudes. You know?
We're going to do shit with our lives.
Big shit.
And these fucking dudes...
I love them, but they're fucking trashy dudes, man.
They suck.
They're just not going... They're not going anywhere, man.
Brookman's kind of a shitty school.
No, it's not. It's not.
Stand the fuck up.
This is a celebration. This is a celebration.
-You're good. -No, 'cause we're...
-I've known him my whole life. -That's true.
And now we're brothers.
-Fucking brothers. -And now we're brothers forever, dude.
You know, my dad...
Fuck that guy, man.
That guy hates my fucking guts.
I'm so fucking glad you guys are here.
[Brett] I'm fucking glad we're here too, man.
Yo, you guys...
Dude...
You know, I fucking love you guys.
-You good? -I'm good.
[laughing]
-Yo... -Hey...
Yo...
-Phi Sig, dude? -Phi Sig for life.
Phi Sigma.
[cell phone vibrating]
Hello?
[man] Get your ugly goat ass to the house in 11 minutes or you're dead.
What?
[line disconnects]
[cell phone vibrating]
You started on the wrong foot, goats.
You're all late.
If any one of you are ever late again,
I will rip your shriveled balls off
and shove 'em down your fucking esophagus.
Is that understood?
I said is that understood?
I wanna hear you say,
"Sir, yes, sir!"
[all] Sir, yes, sir.
I am your pledge master.
And you...
are my bitches.
Is that understood?
[all] Sir, yes, sir!
Don't you fucking look at them.
You look at me and only me.
When I see Dave Reed, I don't wanna see Dave fucking Reed.
I wanna see a mesh...
of all your faces...
in one.
One pledge.
Look at me, goat.
One pledge
of the Phi Sigma Mu.
Let me hear your motherfucking pledge!
[all] All my strength is in my union.
All my danger is in discord.
Therefore be at peace henceforth,
as brothers live together.
Good. Very good.
Welcome to hell week, goats!
[metal music playing]
[shouting indistinctly]
-[music continue] -[all clamoring]
Now!
Go, go, go, go go!
Let's go!
Drink it.
Go on, you fuck.
What the fuck did you swallow?
Go, go, go, go go!
[shouting indistinctly]
Drink.
Quick! Drink! Drink! Drink!
Drink.
Drink that shit!
Look at me.
You have no friends.
Nobody's fucking looking out for you.
Nobody fucking loves you.
Say, "I'm a faggot and nobody loves me."
[boy] I'm a faggot and nobody loves me.
-Say it again. -Why the fuck, you ass.
I'm a faggot and nobody likes me.
Say it like you mean it, though. Say it with feeling.
I'm a faggot and nobody likes me.
Open your fucking mouth. Turn your head to me, right now.
You're gonna drink, motherfucker.
Pushups!
I don't let no weak motherfuckers in my frat!
Get the fuck up.
Against the fucking wall.
Headstands!
Get your fucking knees up!
Spread the fuck out, you faggots.
Get the fuck away from him. You wanna go on a date with him?
Spread the fuck over.
Get back. Take it, take it, take it.
having a good time?
Sir, no, sir. Sir, no, sir.
On the ground! Face on the ground.
[indistinct clamor]
[indistinct yelling]
Fucking boy!
You should be ashamed of yourselves.
[indistinct clamor]
Get it over here. Hurry the fuck up.
Bring it down. Here we go, Brad.
[indistinct yelling]
[boy] That was cute.
That's one, you guys. You got a whole barrel full.
[laughter]
I wanna hear, "Thank you, sir, may I please have another?"
Thank you, sir, may I please have another?
[boy] Here we go. Nice and cute smiles.
Guantanamo style. There we go.
Got it.
Fetch the bitch.
[laughing] He's fucking gone.
-You're gonna puke, bro? -Sir, no, sir.
-Are you sure? -Sir, no, sir.
If you lie to me, I'm gonna do terrible shit to you.
Sir, no, sir.
That wasn't a question.
All right, motherfucker.
You ready?
Don't you puke.
I think he's actually gonna be good.
[all exclaiming]
Yo!
Not fucking cool.
Yo, get in the cage.
Get in the fucking cage.
Get in the cage, now.
Fucker.
Yo, lick that shit off my shirt. Faggot!
Yeah, lock that shit.
Yo, that's fucking disgusting.
Everybody else, against the wall.
Get against the wall.
Yo, give me that. Give me that.
Come on, bitch.
Go in the cage.
[guy] You thirsty?
[guy hooting]
You like them golden showers, boy?
Look at those golden showers.
[guys hooting and cheering]
Hey, get that side as well.
Rock a by, Fitch.
Fuck you.
Rock a by, Fitch.
Goodnight.
Morning, goats.
Time to get the fuck out of our house.
Get the fuck out of our house! Let's go!
Get the fuck up!
Get the fuck out of here!
[guys hollering]
[echoing]
Brad, get the fuck up!
[hollering continues]
[spits]
Let me ask you a question. What the fuck happened in there?
I don't fucking know, dude.
Okay. Well, Dixon's looking for a reason to kick your ass out today.
Okay? It's just I cheated for you.
-What? -This shit cannot happen.
Dude, I didn't fucking ask for your help in there.
I didn't ask for your help.
Look, I wouldn't do this myself, all right?
They just fucking do this to weed out the weak ones.
Show 'em you mean business. Show 'em you wanna be here.
Okay.
All right? You got to be tougher.
-You can do this, dude. -I know.
I fucking will be.
-Come on. Let's go. -Good.
All right.
Hey, man.
You all right?
I was gonna go get some pizza, if you wanna come.
Oh, man. Brad. I didn't know this happened to you.
Shit, dude.
Sick of feeling scared
like all the time, you know.
Hey, I'm sorry that happened to you, man. It's crazy.
[Brett] Brad?
Brad?
Bradley?
Wake up!
Get this goat.
You know what goats eat, right? Goats eat shit.
What? Go back in your room.
[guy] Time to eat shit, goat motherfucker.
[Brad] No, no, no, no!
What the fuck, dude!
Get down.
Grab it.
-Grab the-- -Stop that, dude!
Grab the shit.
Grab it.
[groaning]
You're not leaving till you taste some shit, bitch.
Get that shit...
It's just a fucking...
[laughter]
You fucking assholes.
Whoo!
Yo, where's your roommate? Where's Fitch the bitch, man?
I want my goat.
He's got fucking class, man.
[guy] All right. I got to get to class, too.
Just getting started.
[laughter]
You all right?
Yeah.
Thanks, man.
-[knocks] -Lando.
Yo.
What's up, dude?
Yo, we're going to the farm. You, uh...
What are you doing?
What's "the farm"? What are you talking about?
Getting the fucking goat, dude.
Yo, I thought that was a joke.
No, no. Baity found one this year. It's fucking happening.
Got it. Got it.
Is this pledge getting weirder this year?
"Weirder?"
I don't know. Harder?
What...
Is that a fucking joke?
No, man. It's just...
J-Town put a cigarette out on my ass last year in front of the Tri Delts.
The pledgers got to go through hell, otherwise what's...
what's the fucking point, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. You're right, man.
[Baity] Hustle, bitches.
[guy 1] Hurry the fuck up!
[guy 2] You boys are gonna meet your fucking maker.
[Baity] Step up. Step up. Step up.
This is just the beginning. You shouldn't be fucking this up hard already.
One too many fucking pancakes.
[indistinct chiding]
[guy] Yo, move your shit.
[indistinct clamor]
Hold up, hold up, hold up.
Jesus Christ, you're fucking ugly.
Good...
Straight fucking line. None of this crooked fruity bullshit. Let's go.
Straight fucking line.
All right, bitches. We'll play a little game, okay?
Who was...
the first president of the United States?
George Washington, sir.
Wrong, drink.
[laughter]
Who shot John F. Kennedy?
-I-- -Wrong. Drink.
[laughter]
What are the colors...
of the American Flag?
Red, white and blue, sir.
Wrong.
[laughter]
Hey, I didn't tell you to fucking drink!
Look at me when I'm talking to you, goat.
I want you to slap Brad in his face.
That's your punishment.
[guy] Oh, no.
What?
Slap Brad in the fucking face. Are you deaf?
Slap him in the face.
[guy] He won't do it.
-[Dixon] Oh, fuck! -[guys snickering]
Are you trying to finger fuck it?
I want you to fucking get in there.
Slap his fucking face!
[guys] Oh!
Jesus Christ!
You're just gonna stand there and let him slap you in the face?
Your balls drop yet? What the fuck!
-[guys] Oh! -There you go.
Again!
There you fucking go.
Yeah! Yeah!
There you go!
Okay. The goats are worthy now.
Dixon! Fucking stop, dude.
They did it. They fucking did it, okay?
Good?
-You good? -All right.
You guys are good.
[Dixon] Drink. Both of you.
[all hollering]
[hollering continues]
[mock bleating]
[Chance] All right, motherfuckers.
Here's what's gonna happen, okay?
You guys look nervous. You don't have to be nervous.
This is really simple, okay? We all did this.
Everybody has to do this, okay?
It's really simple. Here's what's gonna happen.
First you're gonna fuck 'em,
and then you're gonna kill 'em,
together.
And then we're all gonna eat 'em.
[all cheering]
[Chance] You ready to fuck a goat?
You think I'm fucking around?
This isn't bullshit, man. You ready to fuck a goat?
Take your pants off.
You think I'm fucking around? Take your pants off.
How are you gonna fuck a goat with your pants on?
Tell me, Dave. How are you gonna fuck a goat with your pants on?
I don't know, sir.
You're not. You're gonna fuck it with your pants off.
[guy] Dave's balls are gonna drop today, boys.
[laughter]
You smell like shit. You guys smell worse than the goat.
Hey, it's all gonna be worth it.
In the name of Phi Sig, you're cleansed.
[indistinct conversation]
Drink out of the fucking bottle.
Go again. Go again.
One more.
[guys hollering]
A little surprise or a big one?
We got something special in store for you.
-That's my limp dick in your fucking face. -Fuck!
You're gonna suck my fucking dick.
Get the fuck out of---
Don't you fucking stop...
Don't you fucking push against me.
Come on. Shut the fuck up.
-Oh, you're good at that. -[laughter]
Suck my fucking dick.
You're good at that.
Look at this fucking faggot.
You know what's coming? Does that feel nice?
Does that remind you of high school?
Is that what you did?
Here you go. Come on.
Suck my fucking...
Fucking faggot. Come on.
Open your mouth.
Fuck this shit?
Shut the fuck up and suck my dick.
Do it, you fucking pussy.
Come on. Suck my fucking dick.
[all singing] Phi Sig had a little goat.
Little goat, little goat.
Phi Sig had a little goat
that you will fuck tonight.
Phi Sig had a little goat
Little goat, little goat.
Phi Sig had a little goat
that you will fuck tonight
Come on. Let's go, let's go.
[guys hollering]
[guy] Get in there. Fucking get in there.
Yeah, lock the fucking door.
[imitating goat bleating]
[laughing]
[door opening]
All right, you goat fucks. Wake the fuck up.
-Let's go. -[whistling]
Let's go.
Up against the wall here. Let's go.
Up against the wall. Get in the corner. In the corner.
Turn the fuck around.
[clamoring]
[clamoring continues]
You got fucking Lando here.
[laughing and cheering]
[guys cheering]
Get him. Go!
[cheering and hollering]
Get the fuck up.
Yeah!
[Chance] Listen up.
You guys have three hours to finish this keg of fucking warm, delicious beer.
What you gotta do, you gotta ring that bell when you're done.
Okay?
If you fail,
I can 100% promise you
you're gonna have to fuck this goat.
Start the music.
-[heavy metal music playing] -Go!
[door shuts]
Fill it up. Fill it up.
Come on, guys.
-Who else? Who else? -Give me more.
Come on.
One way to go.
I can't fucking...
Do it.
[music stops]
[groans]
[retching]
It's fucking tapped.
We tapped it.
It's tapped.
It's tapped!
Two, three...
-[rings bell] -[all cheering]
[all] Whoo!
[banging on door]
[guys hollering]
-Yeah! -[ululating]
[clamoring]
[ululating]
[all cheering]
[all whooping]
[echoing]
[indistinct conversations]
[Chance] All right. Shut the fuck up.
Listen to your pledge master.
[Dixon] Okay.
You guys just completed Hell Week.
Now you don't have to wear your pledge shirts anymore.
Thank fucking God, because you guys fucking stink.
-[laughter] -Fuck!
However, you're far from brothers.
Okay? You still have the rest of the semester to be our little bitches.
As you know, this is your Bordelia Dochet
Throw King James out the window,
this is your new Bible.
Because of the recent accusations
from our Greek brothers and the Delta Beta Gama house,
those fucking pussy-ass retards.
We are obligated to read a passage from this bitch.
"The Bordelia Dochet maintains that hazing is fundamentally at odds
with the ideals of the Phi Sigma Mu.
Hazing runs contrary to our core concepts of brotherhood,
and is prohibited in all forms.
Any activities intended to
produce harassment, embarrassment, blah, blah, blah,
fuck all, will not be tolerated."
Our initiation is a rite of passage, gentlemen.
That's all.
Are we clear on that?
[all] Sir, yes, sir.
Okay.
[guys] I swear allegiance to God and Phi Sigma Mu.
All my strength is in my union.
All my danger is in discord.
Therefore, we at peace henceforth,
and as brothers live together.
[bagpipe music playing]
[cheers and applause]
[chuckles] You ready?
It was all in good fun, bro.
-Don't worry. -Sorry.
Tinsley couldn't make it.
Who?
Tinsley, your big brother.
He had like a Spanish exam or something. I don't know.
Where's Brad?
You know Brad.
Good job, man.
Mmm, motherfucker. You excited?
I wanna see you smile.
Yeah? There we go. That's a fucking smile.
Hey, what's up, man?
What's wrong with you?
Uh, nothing really. It's just...
I don't think they're gonna let me in.
What are you talking about?
Of course you're gonna get in.
We both are.
Why would they give me Chance though, you know?
The dude literally hates me.
He said to my face that I don't belong here.
Fuck him.
It's not his decision, man, all the brothers vote equally.
I just feel like a pussy.
The dude scares the shit out of me.
Maybe you should just quit.
I can't quit.
Why not?
The same reason you can't quit.
I have no fucking idea why I don't quit.
Yeah, you do.
Everybody does.
Dude, if you quit, what else is there?
You know? You just another guy that couldn't hack it.
And everywhere you go, everyone's gonna know that.
That's not true.
Bullshit. Yeah, you can't even go to a party on campus without seeing them.
It's just the way it is.
I'm having sex for the first time in my life.
You know I'm not stupid. Brad, that's not because of me.
You know, if the fraternity goes, everything goes with it.
Don't give up, man.
Hey, we just got pinned, right?
We're fine.
Where you going?
To clear my head.
I'll see you back at the room.
Hey.
What's your fucking problem, man?
What?
"What?"
Why are you acting like such a fucking asshole to me?
Whatever, man.
No, I'm fucking serious, man.
Why, because I didn't feel like coming to some bullshit ceremony?
Why the fuck was Wes the one pinning me tonight, and not you?
You're lucky it was Wes.
They wanted to give you Dixon and I stopped them.
What, you think I can't fucking handle Dixon?
Fuck you, man.
You are un-fucking-believable.
Can you get out of my room now, please?
No. Not until you tell me what's going on with you.
Nothing's going on.
Nothing.
This shit doesn't fucking matter. That's what you don't get.
Okay? None of this shit matters at all.
This shit fucking matters to me.
-Don't fucking push me. -What are you gonna do?
You gonna fucking kick my ass?
-I'm not gonna fight you. -Why not?
Why not? Just say it, goddammit!
Because you don't belong here.
You don't fucking belong here.
This is not for you.
Okay.
-Hey... -No, that's what I thought.
[metal music playing]
Give me some room. Give me some room.
[guys] Oh!
Can't let Baity win.
Land, you goat fuck.
You're a dead man. Get up against the wall.
No.
I'm sorry. I think...
There's something in my fucking ear.
What did you say to me?
Fuck you, I'm not doing that.
I'm not asking. You do it,
or you're fucking out of here.
Uh-oh, Land. Are you being a naughty goat?
[bleating]
-[guys] Oh! -Shit!
Head shot, bitches.
Hundred point. Mark it, Baity, you fat fuck.
Don't just stand there.
-What? -I think he's really hurt.
You all right, man?
You all right, buddy?
He's fine.
[Chance] You okay, buddy?
You're a fucking asshole, man.
Whoa.
What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?
Dude, I'm fine.
Dude, it's cool.
-You all right? -Yeah, yeah.
-You okay? -Yeah, I'm good.
Chill the fuck out, brother.
[cell phone vibrating]
Hello?
[man] Is this Brad Land?
Who is this?
Yeah, this is Detective Bert, with the Dawson Police Department.
Look, I've left you several messages.
We really need you to come down to the station.
Yeah, yeah. I know. I got your message.
Well, look. I really think we may have one of the guys who assaulted you last summer.
Mr. Land? Are you there?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.
Yeah, do you think it would be possible for you to come today?
Uh, today? No.
Okay. How about tomorrow
No, I can't.
Brad, listen. I know this is tough. But it's important--
Look, I'm sorry. I just can't.
Brad. What's going on?
Hey. I'll be back.
What's going on? I have to get back to work.
Um...
The cops found them, Brett. They want me to fucking come in and ID them.
All right. We'll go back to Dawson tomorrow.
No, I'm not going.
What do you mean? You have to go back.
No, I can't.
Brad, you have to ID them.
-You have to fucking punish them. -No.
Dude, it's taken me six months to get away from this shit.
I'm not gonna go back now.
Fuck.
I did this.
What? No.
Yeah. I made you fucking come here.
I made you join this fucking fraternity.
-No! -Yes.
If I would've just gone home with you that night,
none of this shit would have happened.
What are you talking about? That doesn't have anything to do with this shit.
It ha to do with you, Brad.
Okay? And how fucked up everything has been between us since this summer.
I'm not gonna quit the frat, okay?
I'm not letting those guys lay another fucking hand on you.
Brett...
This is not your decision.
Okay?
I'm gonna go.
Brad...
[door shuts]
-[knock on door] -[Chance] Knock, knock.
Errand time, Willie.
Oh, shit. Yeah, I forgot.
What's up?
I need...
I need one egg roll from Yang's Palace.
Not the one on Main Street, all right?
You gotta go all the way to the airport.
Okay? Don't fuck around. I can tell the difference.
-Yeah. -All right.
You want anything, Baity?
I don't know. Let me see a menu.
[clears throat]
How do you... How do you pronounce that one?
What are you doing?
[muffled protests]
Let go of his arms. Let go of his arms.
[Baity laughing]
Oh, that's fucking incredible.
Now get that egg roll, buddy. You got an hour.
Go, hustle. Hustle.
[both laughing]
[breathing heavily]
[sighs heavily]
Oh, fuck.
[breathing heavily]
[serene music playing]
[ambulance sirens wailing]
[knocking on door]
What are you doing?
Just cleaning up his shit.
I know. It's crazy, man.
You hardly even knew him, you know.
I knew him.
He was my roommate.
I just feel like he didn't deserve this, you know.
No, he just had a bad heart, dude.
You wanna stay over at the house tonight?
I feel like that will be better than being here.
Okay.
[organ music playing]
[organ music continues]
[whispering indistinctly]
Hey, Brad.
Hey, man.
-Hey, man. How you doing? -Good.
-You doing all right? -Yeah.
Oh, man.
This must be so hard for you. I can't even imagine.
I can't fucking imagine, man.
It's been terrible. Buddy, I mean...
Dude, you know, um...
If you ever want to talk to anybody, or anything like that.
If you ever want to talk... Get anything off your chest,
-you know I'm here for you, right? -Yeah.
-Anything. I'm here for you. -Thanks, dude.
Thanks, Chance.
Yeah, of course, man.
We're actually doing a little get together tonight at the house.
Just brothers only. Just to chat.
No drinking or anything. Just to talk.
Just trying to deal about what we're feeling.
Yeah, I don't think I can come tonight, Chance.
I just think it's important that we're all there, man.
That's all. Or else I wouldn't ask.
I just think it's important that we're all with brothers.
You know what I mean?
Yeah, all right.
Okay, man.
Okay.
Hey, I love you. All right? Hang in there.
-Yeah. -See you tonight, okay?
-Okay. You too. Okay. -I love you.
Yeah.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
Yo, what's up? Did he call you?
He said the fucking school's putting us on probation.
What does that mean, man? What does probation mean?
It doesn't fucking mean anything yet.
Okay? It just means they're launching an investigation.
We'll all probably have to go in and, you know,
fucking talk to the probos.
[Baity] What the fuck?
He wasn't even here.
He died on campus.
Yeah, well, someone must have told them about the concussion, right.
No, it wasn't the concussion, man.
We gotta stop saying that.
We need to stop saying that.
He went to the infirmary.
They know that it happened in the house.
I don't fucking know.
Dude, this is serious. They could kick us out of school.
This is serious.
Okay. I don't know who's fucking telling them this.
-Okay? -[Chance sighs]
-Fuck! Sorry. -Look...
I'm sorry.
We need to huddle up on this shit.
Yeah.
All right? We can't be telling them anything that they don't even know.
I'm not gonna fucking lie to them.
If I lose my scholarship, my dad's gonna fucking kill me.
No one's fucking telling you to lie, Baity.
Look, we haven't been doing anything
that every other fraternity on campus
hasn't been doing for the last...
What?
Fucking 100 years.
-Yeah, I know, dude. -A hundred years.
-Right? -I know.
-Right? -Yeah. Right.
If you don't have an answer,
just say, "I don't know."
[door opens]
Just keep your fucking mouth shut, Baity.
Go and talk to the pledgers.
Hey...
Brad didn't show up to the meet up.
[birds chirping]
[telephone ringing]
[door opening]
Come on in, Brad.
[door shuts]
How you holding up, Brad?
I'm fine. [clears throat]
You and Will were pledging together, right?
Mmm-hmm. Yeah. That's right.
What was that like?
I don't know. Just normal stuff.
Were they hazing Will?
Come on, man.
They were beating the crap out of him, right?
What do you think? I mean...
Just normal pledge term stuff. I mean...
You've been here a while.
I mean, I don't understand what...
Right? He was running on the track. It was a heart attack.
He had bruises all over his body.
He went to the infirmary for a head injury the week before he died.
That was the school's responsibility
to keep this kind of thing from happening.
It's my duty to make sure that this kind of behavior stops.
And you know what? It's your responsibility--
It's my "responsibility," it's your "duty."
Will's dead. He's dead.
Okay? I don't know what else to tell you.
Brad, just tell me what happened.
[exhales]
Dude. Where have you been, man?
I've been looking everywhere for you.
Okay?
What are we gonna do?
I don't know. What are you talking about?
The fraternity just got suspended for the rest of the year.
What?
Yeah. Somebody fucking talked, dude. It's over.
It wasn't you, was it?
No.
I mean, what the fuck was all that for?
Dude, we never even got in.
Dude, I had offers, like, anywhere. All right?
I could have pledged anywhere at this school.
I don't even care if it sounds like bragging at this point, you know.
This is fucked up, dude. All of that for noth--
Oh, fuck!
Oh, my God!
[bleats]
Fucking laxatives, dude.
Fuck that, dude.
Fuck!
[door shuts]
[students chatting]
[laughing]
-Yo, Chance. -Who the fuck did that?
Whoa.
I don't know what you're talking about, rat.
Where's Brett?
No, no. You're not talking to your brother right now.
You're not talking to your brother right now.
You're talking to Baity and you're talking to me.
Okay. get out of my way. I need to speak to my brother.
Can I ask you a serious question?
Where do you get the fucking balls to show your face in this house
after you ratted on me?
I didn't fucking rat on you.
Shit. You're gonna lie to me?
You're gonna fucking lie to me?
We know it was you. Just fucking admit it.
No.
Admit you're the rat, or I'm gonna kick your fucking ass.
How about that?
-I'm not a fucking rat. -[spits]
What are you gonna do, dude?
What are you gonna do?
You're gonna lie to me? What are you gonna do?
-You're gonna lie to me? -Chance! Chill the fuck out.
No, dude. No. Fuck you.
No, no. Your brother's done, man.
-Leave him alone. -No, I don't care, man.
He's fucking done.
I love you. But actually you might wanna go upstairs.
Actually you might wanna go upstairs.
-'Cause I'm gonna lay in-- -Don't you fucking touch him.
Fuck you, man! I helped his ass
after he got his fucking ass beat.
I got him into this fucking class, man.
I stuck my neck out for this fucking pussy.
And now, dude, he fucking ratted on us, man.
Your brother's a rat.
How do you feel about that?
No, he's not.
I am.
What?
I fucking told them everything.
All right?
What did you say?
This shit doesn't fucking matter.
Okay? None of it.
I don't care anymore. I just don't fucking care.
It's all fucking bullshit.
Someone's fucking dead.
You're a piece of shit.
-Whoa, whoa. Hold on. -Don't you fucking touch me.
I'll kill the fucking asshole.
-Chill out, bro. -What you gonna do?
You're a pussy like your faggot brother.
What are you gonna do?
Motherfucker.
Brett, come on. What the fuck are you doing?
Yo, what the fuck?
[panting]
I'm fucking done. Come on. Come on.
You okay?
[sombre music]
Hey, fellas. Can I see Brad just for a second?
-How are you? -Hi.
Hey, listen. Before we go in, I wanted to show you something.
That's one of the guys, isn't it?
So last week, he makes bail.
That night he goes out and tries to rob a gas station.
Shot three times in the chest.
The guy's already in there.
Before we go in though,
I want you to think back on that night.
Any detail you can remember.
Anything about their face, anything about their body.
Any distinguishing marks that might help you identify them.
All right?
All right. Let's do this.
Remember. They can't see you.
So just take your time.
When you're ready...
Tell me if you recognize any one of them.
No.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I don't see him here.
Well...
We can actually place one of them
in the vicinity that night.
So are you sure you don't wanna take your time?
Yeah, I don't see him.
Okay.
Did you let that guy off?
I don't know.
They all look the same, you know.
[exhales]
None of this is your fault, you know.
[exhales]
[sombre music]
This is the spot.
[car door shuts]
[sombre music continues]