Girls Night Out (2017) Movie Script
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music)
So, go ahead. Tell the truth.
Tell people what really
happened that night.
You poured me a glass
of scotch...
(sirens)
Where are we going?
I told you it was a surprise.
- I hate surprises.
You were surprised
when I proposed.
That's what you think.
- Seriously? How did you know?
Whenever you're nervous
about something,
you do this twitchy thing
with your eyebrow.
Wha-what, like a tic?
- Sort of.
If you would take the blindfold
off, I could demonstrate.
Oh, nice try!
- I think it's adorable.
It's like you have
a built-in lie detector.
Aw, I'm never gonna be able to get away with anything with you.
- Nope!
You're a terrible liar, and I
love you for it. I'm pretty sure
my eyeballs are sweating.
- A couple more minutes.
Though the blindfold
is pretty sexy.
If this was just a ploy
to get me to wear a blindfold,
you're in trouble. (beeping)
- Oh! It's go time!
The anticipation's killing me!
- Trust me, you're gonna love it.
Two...
- How many total?
...three, four... five.
There's six total,
so number six and you're good.
- I made it?
OK...
OK. Hold tight, hold tight.
- I'm holding.
Oh man...
- Psi Beta Kappa Pi surprise!
Oh my God!
What are you doing here?
You cannot invite us to
your wedding and then tell us
not to throw you a bachelorette party.
- We were forced to surprise you
with one instead.
- How long did you know
about this?
- Oh, about a month. No twitch?
I'm very impressed.
- I tracked him down
through Facebook. I'm Joelle, by the
way. It's nice to officially meet you.
I'm sorry! Reese, these are my
very best friends from college.
It's Joelle,
Rebecca and Sadie.
Great to finally meet you
all! - You too! - Oh my God!
This thing is like wearing
a Tesla on your finger!
It's his grandmother's
diamond, but he picked out
the setting himself.
- I officially
grant you permission
to marry this woman.
And to provide dates
for all of her friends.
Uh, when was the last time
you were all together?
God, at least four years now.
- It wasn't that long.
Yes, it was New Year's Eve
2013 in Vegas.
How could I forget that?
- The only thing
McKenzie tells me about college
is that it was a crazy blur.
Well, that might have something to
do with her "Special K" brownies.
Oh! So, you're a baker!
- Was! Past life.
I think there's a Cubs game
you're missing...
No, I wanna hear more
about this Special K.
Another time! - It was nice
meeting you all. - You too!
Be right back.
Thank you so much for this.
I'm just glad I finally got
to meet your friends.
They seem great.
- Yeah, we had some crazy times together.
I don't wanna know, do I? - I'll call
you later. - No, don't worry about it.
Just focus on having a good time
tonight. Not too good.
I love you like crazy.
- I love you too.
OK, OK! Enough of that!
Let's go! We promise to take
really good care of her tonight.
Come on! - Bye!
- (all): Bye!
(squealing and giggling)
(whooping)
Pure modesty?
- I don't know. Maybe.
Thongs, in general.
- Just in the front. Maybe if you're shy in the front.
Right up your butt! - Just only
in the front. - Only in the front.
I feel really good about the back, though.
- It's coming off anyway.
OK. My turn.
Wow! - For you. -
Nice wrapping job,
Martha Stewart. - Saving
the best for last. - OK.
Oh my God! - Whoo!
- Naughty Martha!
Whoa!
- I'm sorry. I had to. I couldn't resist.
OK, I would like
to propose a toast.
Oh!
- To Kenzie, the first Psi Beta to get hitched.
Hmm! - To Kenzie!
- Thank you, guys.
Oh, you know, and I would like
to propose a toast to Joelle,
who organized this entire night and
got the gang all back together again.
Thank you, Joe.
- I couldn't let you get away that easily.
What about you, Kenz? You still writing?
- Sort of,
if writing about razor blades counts.
- Oh no!
See, I always thought you would
be off somewhere really exotic
like Uganda, writing
about the refugee crisis.
Well, the world seems more interested in
hearing about a revolutionary close shave
with virtually no missed hairs.
- Well, you always were
a great writer.
- Well, never let a man distract you from your dreams.
What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about Reese.
As soon as you met the man,
you completely disappeared!
That's not true!
- Come on. Well, we had to find out through Facebook
that you were engaged, and then
we all got some random e-vite
to your wedding along with 500 people I've never even heard of.
- OK, that part is true.
You know what? I think she's just
a little bit embarrassed by us.
What?
- I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You're right. I should've called.
OK, well, we're all here now,
right? That's what matters.
For what it's worth, it feels
like no time has passed.
Cheers to that. - Yes. -
Someone fire the bartender...
All right, all right!
- ...this glass is empty.
Typical Sadie!
...right full to the brim. Oh, more!
- What?
OK!
- Cheers!
I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
- OK!
Should we sit? -
Whoo! - Let's sit.
We shall sit.
- We should drink!
(ringing)
- [Hey, babe!]
- Reese!
- [You sound like you're in a submarine. ]
- Uh, it feels like it, sort of.
- [Everything OK?]
- Yeah!
I just- I needed
to hear your voice.
- [You know, I'm happy to strap on my finest
pair of stilettos and join you ladies, ]
[but I'm not sure your friends would like that.]
- Probably not.
I miss you like crazy.
- [I miss you too. ]
Bye, babe.
You think she's doing OK?
She seems great!
- I think she's telling herself she's great.
Wait. I'm sorry. Are you
a surgeon or a psychiatrist?
What? I didn't say there was anything
wrong with it. It's what we'd all do.
We really shouldn't be talking about this right now.
- Well, does anyone even know
where he is?
Let me guess. Brandon?
Sorry. - It's been
9 years. - I know!
I just wish the monster
was behind bars right now.
Well, at least he never made it to the NHL.
- He ever try to contact you?
Just once. When he found out I was
engaged, he sent two dozen white roses.
Jesus! That's creepy. -
Yeah. - What? What did you do?
I threw them out and got another
restraining order against him.
You know, there's a 10-year
statute of limitations on rape.
Here we go.
- It was obvious you didn't get a fair trial. You could easily
go back and refile. - And go through
hell again? - I just think a judge today
would see things very differently.
- Yeah, he'd get six months
in a county jail and then go
on a national tour speaking out
against the consequences of too
much drinking. I've moved on,
Rebecca.
You should too.
It's over.
OK. You're right.
I'm sorry.
- OK,
enough about the past.
- Yes! - This night
is about celebrating the future.
- Whoo-hoo! - I'll drink to that!
Stand up! You get this.
- Wow!
Whoo-hoo!
- Sexy!
And you're also...
- Oh!
...wearing this.
- Glorious.
Beautiful.
Bride's last ride.
I look like I'm dressed
for a wedding and a funeral.
Oh, well, you know what they say. Till death do us part!
- Yes!
Drink up, ladies!
- (all): Cheers!
Oh... really gross.
Wait, wait! Hold on! Where's
my phone? We need a selfie.
Get over here! - Oh! I'm
not ready. - I know! Ready?
OK, let's go! We're wasting so much time!
- Sadie, will you grab my purse?
Yes.
Let's go!
- Whoo!
Let's do this.
Whoo!
Don't fall out!
I think that the worst,
the worst was when they made us
eat dog food. - No! -
No, wait, wait, wait!
What about urinal cake pops?
- No!
I cannot hear that
without wanting to throw up.
How do I not remember that?
- Um, probably because McKenzie over here
stepped it up and licked your cake pop
when you were too freaked out to do it.
Excuse me! I'm-
I'm sure that's true.
You were always the nice one!
- I'm not that nice.
Just until she gets a couple drinks in her and then it's...
- Yes, yes, yes!
Like Daytona.
- No! Oh my God!
Don't bring that up. - I'm
sorry. - I think some things
are better left in the past!
- OK, hold up. But serious question for a second.
Do you think that if we hadn't been forced
to eat dog food together, would we be as close
as we are now? - Hundred
percent! - Really?
Yeah! Pledges today don't have to
do half the crap we did back then.
It's true.
- It is not what you eat.
It is who you eat it with. -
Yes! - I will drink to that.
Cheers! - Whoo! -
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Excuse me!
- Aw, come on!
Oh, "wish you were here"
with a... one, two, three,
seven heart emojis!
- I'm sorry!
I don't know what that means! -
I will stop. - Really? Will you?
I don't think so, so here you go!
- All mine!
OK, listen, this is the first night in,
like, years that I haven't had to deal
with some gruesome medical emergency,
so we are going all out. Deal?
Deal, whatever that means.
- Last night of freedom, baby.
Fianc-free
night, baby!
(pop song)
Keep your eyes closed. No peeking!
- I can't see anything. OK.
We got you!
- We got you!
Step up and down.
- OK.
Keep your eyes closed.
- They're closed!
No peeking! - I am not. I'm too
afraid. - All right. You ready?
Mm-hmm.
- Open!
Lumberjacks? Are you serious?
- We figured it was our duty
to give back to the only establishment
on the North Side that would serve us
when we were underage.
- Yes, that is... This was your idea.
All right, wait. Let's take a
picture. Picture, picture, picture!
More like blackmail time.
- Cheese!
Cute!
- OK! Can we go?
All right, wait! Let me post, then we go. Let me post it!
- Posting...
Done! - Yes!
- You can go.
(crowd cheering)
(dance music)
Ah, divorce party, ladies.
That's our future!
- I should give them my business card.
Kenzie, do it!
- (all): Do it!
Where's the bathroom?
- It's in the back.
My turn! Whoo! Whoo-hoo!
(music fades out)
(whooping and cheering)
(soft ballad)
(cheering)
- (all): Cheers!
- Oh my God!
- Oh, McKenzie. Happy birthday.
(cheering)
(whooping)
(cheering)
- What's wrong?
- Oh, not--nothing.
I just got a weird chill.
- Well,
that's because you're
getting married! Whoo!
(whooping)
(blues music)
(cell phone buzzing)
- Just scotch and water, please.
- If you like scotch, you should
try Glen Gailey. It's blended,
but it's a good bang
for the buck.
- Thanks!
Uh, Glen Gailey
and water, please.
- Another.
Cheers.
- Oh, cheers!
- You know, if you're a real
scotch drinker, you should try
McGinty's on Clinton Street.
- Oh, I go there all the time.
- Maybe that's why you look
familiar.
- Every Friday night after work.
It's expensive as hell, but, uh,
best variety of single
malt in the city.
- Yeah, hands down.
So, what are you doing here?
- Oh, my fiance and some
friends from college
are having a bachelorette party
tonight, and they wanted me
to join them for a drink.
- That's kind of weird
and kind of awesome.
(laughing)
- I know, right?
- Are her friends hot?
- Yeah. Not as hot as
my fiance, of course.
- Of course.
So, what do you think?
- Yeah, it's nice.
It's big with a mellow peat
finish. There's a hint
of pipe in there.
- Just like Grandpa's ashtray.
- Like Grandpa's ashtray.
I love it.
Do you know where
the bathroom is in here?
- Yeah, it's just, uh,
straight back and on the right.
I'll, uh, get us another round.
- Thanks!
- Another round.
- I haven't smoked
since college.
- Whatever, Special K.
- Oh, it's true. I'm practically
an old, married woman now.
- Well, that's true.
(coughing)
- I get to live
vicariously through you.
- What are you talking about?
- I've seen your Instagram.
You're always flying first class
on business trips,
posting pictures of amazing
white sand beaches,
meeting gorgeous men.
- That's my Instagram life.
Life of a nine-to-five banking
executive is really not
that exciting.
- What about that hockey player
from Colorado?
He was cute.
- He was cute. He was also
into my dental hygienist.
- No!
- Yeah.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- My mother always said:
"Never settle
for being someone's other when
you know you have the potential
to be someone's only."
- I agree.
- You never had
to deal with that!
Guys were always
choosing you.
- That's not true.
- Oh, come on!
All those guys,
Butch, Mike, Davey,
they were all crushing over you.
- Yeah, I didn't always make
the right choice.
- So, how do you know
Reese is the one?
- It's hard to explain.
It was just this feeling
I got, like nothing else
mattered,
you know?
- Yeah, I get it.
- I really think there's someone
for everyone.
- Ha!
That's just
the weed talking.
Always brings out
the Cinderella story.
(laughing)
- What do they say?
If the slipper fits...
- Oh yes, but would you cut off
your right toe to make it fit?
- All depends if I could still
get a pedicure.
(laughing)
- True that!
- Done.
- Yeah.
- The tablecloths are periwinkle
and they sort of match
the hydrangeas,
but not too matchy-matchy.
- Matchy-matchy's bad?
- Yeah, very bad.
- What the hell's
a hydrangea?
- I have no idea.
(chuckling)
What about yourself?
Any hydrangeas in your future?
- Yeah, I was in love once,
but it ended badly.
- Oh, sorry, man.
- It's a long story,
a big misunderstanding.
I hate to admit it,
but I blame her friends.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
If it weren't for them, we'd
probably be married by now.
- It's getting late.
I guess
they're a no-show.
- That's a shame. I was hoping
to get lucky.
(chuckling)
Hey!
Take it easy.
- Driving is definitely
not happening.
I should just call a cab.
- Where you headed?
- North shore.
- I'm driving that way.
I can give you a lift.
- You sure, man?
- Positive.
Wanna make sure you get home OK.
(pop music, cheering)
- (slurring): I am now
an official member
of the Chicago Fire Department!
- Whoo!
- Only you, Sadie! Only you!
- You see how much fun
you're missing
with that ginormous ring
on your finger?
- OK, OK!
- It's pretty good, right?
- Let's show 'em how
it's done. Whoo!
(whooping)
- OK, I may be super wasted,
but I'm almost positive
this is not my house.
- It is now.
- Dude, it's--
it's OK, I'll just take a cab.
(RnB music)
(cheering)
- Let's get you another drink.
- I love you, Joe,
but I...
cannot do it.
Just water.
- I know.
That's weird.
- What?
- It's a picture of you dancing,
but it's from your phone.
Now it's a picture of all of us.
- What?
(phone ringing)
Hello?
- You're still using your
birthday as your password.
I figured you would've
changed that by now.
Just wanted to call
and congratulate you
on your upcoming wedding.
- How did you get my phone?
- [It's nice to
hear your voice too.]
- Where the hell are you?
- What's wrong with her?
- She got a weird phone call.
- I see the old gang's back
together again. I recognize
Joelle and Sadie,
but what's the third one's
name again? It's, um...
Rebecca.
[I always liked Rebecca.
Too bad she never liked me.]
- What do you want, Brandon?
- Well, I wanna join in the fun,
but I was thinking we could play
a different kind of bachelorette
party game.
- [I'm not playing games.]
- Oh, I think you're gonna
wanna play this one.
(phone chiming)
[Did you get it?]
It's a game called
Save the Groom.
I took a page out of my
fraternity's hazing playbook,
and the rules are simple.
You involve the police,
Reese dies.
If anyone quits along the way
or doesn't do exactly
as they're told, well, then,
Reese dies.
- Brandon, please!
You don't wanna do this.
- Get your friends and go
to the alley outside the club.
I'll call back in five.
(RnB music)
- Hey! What's going on?
- He's back.
- We need to call the cops.
- He specifically said no cops.
- So, what, he's just been
stalking us the whole night?
- I thought he was in Florida!
- That's what I thought too!
- Wait, how often did you post?
- I don't know! I--I--I just
wanted to document the night.
- What are your
Instagram settings?
- I have 435 followers.
- Gimme your phone.
Your settings are open,
which means everyone can see,
and you were snapping selfies
every two seconds. It's how he
knew exactly where we were.
- My God!
- I'm sorry, guys!
- It's not her fault.
It's me he's after.
(phone ringing)
- Wow! Been a long time, Kenz.
[You still look
beautiful as ever.]
- Hi, Brandon! It's Rebecca.
You remember me?
First degree or aggravated
kidnapping carries
a minimum sentence of 20 years.
You don't wanna do this.
- Yeah, I heard there was
a lawyer in the house.
Why don't you tell me
what the maximum sentence
for murder is?
- Brandon, come on!
- [This is crazy!
We can sit down]
[just the two of us
and work this out.]
- Oh, really? Like you said we
would sit down before you came
up with all those lies about me?
- I'm not doing this. Forget it!
- What, you think this is
a joke?
- [I know you're not going
to hurt him.]
- Really?
Sorry, buddy.
Need to let your bride-to-be
know this is serious. Watching?
Yeah, a wedding ring is a pain
in the ass to wear around
all day.
This way, you'll have
the perfect excuse.
- Brandon, this isn't you.
- I guess you don't know me
as well as you thought.
(screaming in pain)
- Oh my God!
(screaming)
- I trust now I have
everyone's attention.
- Why are you doing this?
- It was your friends' idea
to come forward, wasn't it?
You were all in on it,
playing me, humiliating me,
destroying my reputation.
[Well, you do what I say this
time, and then we'll be square.]
[Do we understand each other?]
- Yes.
- Yeah, I wasn't sure how well
your friends knew Reese here,
so just in case they need
a little extra incentive
to participate,
I got my hands
on something that's
just begging to be released.
[Psi Beta Kappa Pi]
[Spring Break in Daytona 2005.]
- Oh my God, you guys!
- What? How the hell
did you get that?
- I'm sure just all your
employers and current boyfriends
would just love to know
how much blow and sex
you had back in the day.
Joelle and Kenzie are
on Team One. Rebecca, Sadie,
you're on Team Two.
There's a total of 8 tasks
that need to be completed
by sunrise. Reese's Pieces and I
will be keeping score.
I'll text or call you
instructions along the way
and give you a set amount
of time to complete each task.
Now, if a task is not completed
in the given amount of time,
well, then,
Reese's here will suffer
the consequences.
[No phone a friend,
no phone a cop. No phone]
a friend to phone a cop.
Are we clear? I said
are we clear?
- [Yes.]
- Sunrise is at 5:44 a.m.
Let the games begin.
- Kenzie, look at me.
We're gonna get him back,
OK? I promise.
(phone chiming)
- "Dumpster diving."
(phone chiming)
- "Hospital morgue."
He's--he's giving us 20 minutes.
- Guys, we gotta go.
- OK, let's go. Let's go!
- This is so messed up!
How the hell are we supposed
to find a used condom
and chicken wings?
- It's Lumberjacks.
I'm sure they hand out
condoms like candy.
- Yeah, but does
anyone use them?
- Oh God! Ugh! Apparently so!
- Ugh!
- You know, this is
like college all over again.
- What are you talking about?
- You don't remember half-price
wing night at Timmy's? Last
person to finish their beer
ended up in the dumpster.
- We dated for almost
three years
and I barely remember
anything about that time.
- Well, the brain does that.
It's called survival.
- Here's to survival.
- Texting of our photos
with two minutes to spare.
- Of course! It's like cadaver
crawl during hell week.
- It makes a twisted kind
of sense. I mean, in his mind,
if it weren't for us, she
wouldn't have come forward.
He wants us to suffer
just as much as she is.
- Ugh!
- What are you doing?
- Here, put this on!
- I am a germaphobe, Sadie!
- Right now, you are
a medical professional
who has about 13 minutes to do
exactly what he's asking.
- Oh God!
It's so disgusting!
OK!
- OK! Go!
- (Brandon): Frat brothers
always said you were
stiff in bed.
Time to let loose
and kiss the dead.
Male or female,
whatever your pleasure.
- This way.
- Be sure to bring it
in plain view and film it
for good measure.
- Oh, twisted son of a bitch!
- They keep them in here.
- We're going to catch
something.
- I'm sure a frozen corpse is a
lot more sanitary than most guys
we slept with in college.
- Speak for yourself!
- OK! So, not that one.
- Oh! This is so illegal!
- Well, if we get caught,
I know a great lawyer.
- That's not funny.
- We have no time!
Just help me push, OK?
- OK!
- OK.
- Oh my God!
- OK, start filming.
(beep)
Your turn.
- I can't!
- Just pretend it's a popsicle.
- OK, yeah,
um, lime or cherry?
- We literally have two minutes,
Rebecca. Gimme the phone!
(whimpering)
(loud clanking)
Go, go, go, go, go!
- OK. OK.
Oh!
- Hey!
Hey, you two, stop!
Get back here!
- OK. OK. Sent!
He wants us to go to
the 8000 block of Western.
- In Englewood?
- He wants us to take
a cab back to the hotel.
- How long is he giving us?
- 20 minutes.
There's a cab. Let's go.
(phone chiming)
- (Brandon): Roses are red,
violets are blue.
Every time I go to bed,
I still think of you.
I wanted to send you something
to help you remember
the magical life
we had together.
(phone ringing inside)
- Open it.
- Oh-ho-ho! You answered
just in time.
I was about to hang up. I have
another trivia question for you.
[What colour of lingerie
did I buy you]
[on our 18-month anniversary?]
- 18 months?
- [We celebrated every month.]
It was late September,
Indian summer?
- Brandon, please,
I don't remember.
- Oh.
You don't remember?
Or you choose not to remember?
(muffled groans)
- Purple?
- Why don't you open
that present I left you?
- No! No!
- It might help jog your memory.
- No!
- I was right.
- Hey, attagirl! Amazing
what you can remember
[when you put your mind to it.]
- Brandon, what do you want?
- I wanna see that beautiful
body of yours again,
see if it's held up
after all these years.
- You're sick, you know that?
- [No, no. You know
what's sick? When you]
and your sorority sisters lined
up all the pledges, stripped
them down and then made them
[circle their physical flaws
with a Sharpie.]
- I never did that.
- [No, but you watched it being
done, and you didn't say
a word about it.]
Now, I get to be the judge.
Joelle can circle anything she
doesn't feel is up to snuff.
Show starts in three minutes.
- What? What'd he say?
- Remember the hazing ritual
Flaw Finder?
- Yeah.
- I'm it.
(sensual music)
- Ah...
Dude, you still
got eyes.
Come on.
You gotta see this.
Looks even better
than she did in college.
[Run the camera slowly
up and down her body.]
Yeah. That's it.
What do you think, Joelle?
- I can't.
- Just do it.
- d I can't feel inside d
- [Was that a thigh?]
[It's kind of hard to tell
from this angle.]
- Yes.
- [Keep going.]
Someone needs to get
back to Pilates, huh?
- OK, I'm so sorry.
- I remember you complaining
about inheriting
your grandma's knobby knees.
- I'm done.
- Uh, I think you missed a spot.
- Where?
- Birthmark on
her back. Right?
- d Can you feel
what I feel tonight d
- Yeah, we used to joke
that it looked like a miniature
State of California.
Remember that, Kenzie?
[When we talked about building
a life together someday.]
Mmm! Well, you better
get dressed, baby.
[Cover up those thighs.]
- d Baby d
- My God, I am so sorry.
- d Baby, you are d
Oh! What's the matter, Reese?
Didn't realize that
your fiance was such a slut?
(grunting)
Hey, easy. This is
just the beginning.
Night's still young.
(sniffling)
- You OK?
- Yeah, I'm great.
- I'm sorry, of course
you're not. I just--
- What?
Everything's gonna be OK?
- No, I wasn't gonna say that.
- Because it's not enough
for you to draw circles
around my cellulite
while my sociopathic
ex-boyfriend chimes in.
You also have to lie to me.
- Right now, I have to believe
it's gonna be OK just
as much as you do.
- It's the bar
where we first met.
- The sorority scavenger hunt.
"Kiss a stranger, pick him up."
- "Then all year,
you'll have good luck."
- I'm guessing he was the
stranger you picked.
- Lucky me.
(rap song)
- Be right back.
Where the hell is he going?
- What?
(dog barking)
- What? Hey! Hey!
- Hey!
- Hey!
- Stop!
- Oh my God, Rebecca! He was
supposed to wait for us!
- What do we do?
What do we do?
- We gotta get
out of here.
We can't stay here.
- What are you doing?
- I'm getting us out of here.
- No!
- Rebecca, what the hell?
- We don't even know
what he wants yet.
- Um, well, I'm pretty sure
he wants us to end up on
the 6 o'clock news!
What the hell, Rebecca?
Give it back!
- He said
we can't call for help, so we're
not calling for help.
- Oh my God!
Are you serious right now?
For once in your life,
please break the rules.
- Oh, like Daytona? "Rules
are meant to be broken, Becs!
"Do another line!
Who cares who's filming!
It's Girls Gone Wild!" And now
we are being blackmailed
because of it, so good job.
- Right, yeah, this is my fault.
- No!
- Good luck.
- That's not what I said. Sadie?
Sadie!
- What?
- Don't be stupid. Come on!
Look, it's one thing
to be down here already.
It's another thing to be walking
the streets on your own.
Look around.
(phone chiming)
It's them. Here, hold this.
Hey, where are you guys?
- Five And Dime. You?
- [Western Ave.]
- [In Englewood?]
- Yeah, well, there's
a cab waiting for us.
If we all just stick together,
everything's gonna be fine.
[After this, we should be
over halfway, right?]
- You know that Reese
really wanted us to elope?
Just the two of us.
[If we'd just eloped...]
- McKenzie, come on!
- Brandon would've
come after you, anyway.
- [Yeah, but he would've come]
after just me, not all of us.
- No, you don't know that!
- Just promise me if this gets
to be too much, you leave.
- Kenzie, shut up! We're...
We're all in this together.
We're not gonna leave you.
- I love you guys.
- We love you too.
Psi Beta forever, OK?
- Psi Beta forever.
- That was great, except
there's no cab waiting for us.
- She's already scared.
She doesn't need to be
scared for us, too.
Hey, about what I said,
it was stupid.
- No. No, no. You're right.
Daytona was stupid, OK?
I saw his bastard friend filming
and I should've known better.
- I know. It's not like you put
a gun to my head.
- You scared?
- Of course I'm scared,
but I have to believe
we're gonna get through this.
- OK, Rebecca,
look at me. I know,
like, you always feel
that it's your responsibility
to take care of us, OK?
Sometimes you gotta take care
of yourself. Let's just go
and get this over with, OK?
- OK.
(man yelling indistinctly)
(blues music)
- This place looks
exactly the same.
(phone chiming)
- It says, "Back then,
stranger danger didn't seem to
exist. What if it had been
another stranger's kiss?"
- He wants us to tag-team
kissing a stranger
and then send him the pictures.
- Gotta be kidding me.
- Who you think?
- It's a toss-up.
- Lucky guy on the left.
Let's go.
- Hey! Gotta be more
where that came from!
- I'm afraid
that was a one-hit wonder, sir.
- Oh, so you're a cock-tease,
huh?
Ah! You crazy bitch!
- You wanna see crazy?
- McKenzie, no!
Stop! We gotta go!
- Whatever!
- Oh my God! Is he following us?
- No.
- OK, I'll text him
the photos.
- I wonder how many likes
that'll get.
- I thought you quit.
- I keep one stashed
in case of emergencies.
One of the first questions
the lawyer asked me
on the cross-examination
was how often I smoked,
which doesn't sound like
it would have anything
to do with anything.
But then he asked me if I'd ever
lied to Brandon about smoking.
He hated it when I smoked,
so I'd never tell him.
Well, if I'd lied about that,
then I must have lied
about being raped.
I asked him why
anyone would do that,
but he kept pressing.
"How much did you have
to drink that night?
"How often did you drink?
How much did you have sex?
Where did you have sex?"
And I just kept saying,
"I don't remember,"
which just proved his point.
Brandon could recall
every last detail.
So, when he said it was
consensual, that's what
they believed.
Bastard's word against mine.
(phone chiming)
- It says: "Your ride's
across the street."
What's he talking about?
- That's Reese's car.
- What?
- I have a key.
(car chirping)
He must've gotten Reese
here somehow.
(phone ringing)
- [Reese has assured me
you had a spare key.]
- Brandon, enough! Where is he?
- Don't worry about Reese.
We're having a great time.
You know, he told me that you
two bought a house together.
I'd love to see it.
[I trust you've sobered up
enough to drive?]
- Yes.
- Good. You got 15 minutes left.
(electronic music)
There's a crack house
right there in the 8000 block.
Go in, ask for Santa
and buy a 20 rock.
- I don't know what's worse,
getting disbarred for
buying crack,
having an incriminating video
get released or getting one
of my best friends' fianc
killed.
- How about
getting us both killed?
- I have mace.
- Great. I feel so much
better about this.
- Look, just follow
my lead, OK?
I'm looking for Santa.
- Is something bad
about to happen?
- It depends if I can
get a 20 rock.
No! I need that!
- Insurance.
Down the hall.
Watch your step, ladies.
d When it's Christmas time d
- Whoa, whoa!
- Don't mind her.
She's my little helper.
Welcome to the North Pole!
What can I do you for?
- I'm just looking
to buy a 20 rock.
- You came all this way
just for a 20 rock?
- Yeah.
This should be more than enough.
- Depends.
Have you been
a good girl this year?
- Yeah.
- What's your name again?
- (weakly): Rebecca.
- I didn't hear you.
- Rebecca.
- That's my mother's name.
No one shows up
at the North Pole
uninvited unless you want
your face blown off, Rebecca.
Don't do it again.
- OK! OK!
Are you OK?
- Yeah.
- Oh! OK, OK.
Ugh! It's OK.
(phone chiming)
OK, next task. Go to--
Go to Greek Row,
Kappa Tau Theta House.
- I thought their house
got shut down.
- It did.
- OK.
- Five tasks done, three to go!
We're over halfway there.
With, uh, three hours left.
Did you know that's how long
it took them to acquit me?
Well, I mean, two hours
and 57 minutes, to be exact.
It was supposed to be
the happiest day of my life.
"In light of the evidence
presented before us,
we the jury hereby find
the defendant not guilty."
But the damage
had been done.
The second that bitch
pressed charges against me,
I was already guilty.
(tires screeching)
And she's the one
who gets to move on?
She graduates with honours,
gets a great job,
falls in love with a nice guy
who's gonna treat her
really well.
Well, I was supposed to be that
guy who put the fancy-ass ring
on her.
That was supposed
to be our life.
(phone ringing)
Are we home sweet home, baby?
- What are we doing here?
- [I just thought it'd be fun]
to see how the other half lives.
Let's start with the living
room.
Wow, spacious
and neat.
Nice, big kitchen.
You remember the last time
you cooked for me, you burnt
the ramen noodles?
- Things change.
- That's true.
Hey, wait, wait! Go--go back.
[To the right.]
[Yeah! It's your parents'
lake house.]
I loved it up there. Hey,
where's that glass piece from?
- Spain.
- [It's beautiful.]
Well, time to move to the
medicine cabinet.
- Why?
- [You don't truly know someone
till you go through their
medicine cabinet.]
[Come on, Kenzie. You were
a walking pharmacy
back in college.]
Remember all those pills
you used to take?
- All that disappeared]
[when I stopped seeing you.
- Is that haemorrhoid cream?
Interesting!
- Are we done here?
- [It looks like you and Reese]
[have built
a fine home together.]
But now comes the fun part.
- [What's that?]
- You get to destroy it.
Let's see how much damage
you can do in 20 minutes.
- Brandon, this is insane!
- Hey, you always said
that material things
didn't matter to you. Why don't
we start with that glass piece
from Spain?
[That's where we talked about
having our honeymoon together.]
Oh! Ho, ho, ho!
That's the spirit!
I'll leave you ladies to it.
(chuckling)
Hey! It's just stuff, right?
(upbeat music)
- d Got me too
superstitious yeah d
d Most love can fit inside d
d Your head d
d
(phone buzzing)
- We have visitors.
(muffled screams)
(muffled screams)
Nice try, Reese's,
but you know the beautiful
part about this old house?
Thick walls.
They can't hear a thing.
- OK, look, forget it. Let's go.
- Sadie,
we've come this far.
He said this would be it.
We just have one more stupid
task and then it's done.
- Be right back.
Hidden behind a curtain,
there was a special room.
We all knew it as The Tomb.
Members only, but sometimes
we'd take a bribe.
A place to show your
devotion to the tribe.
(suspenseful music)
- Oh God...
You would never know
this is up here.
- I think that's the point.
(alarm system beeping)
- What the hell?
This isn't funny!
- Ugh!
There's nothing! Nothing!
There's no cell service.
Soundproof walls.
This is where
he took her that night.
OK. "You laughed together,
"cried together, got super high,
and now it's time to brand
yourself a Psi Beta Kappa Pi.
You have 20 minutes to complete
or someone's gonna die."
- "When the iron's the colour
of ash, it's the perfect
temperature."
These are like instructions
for branding cattle!
This has gotta be a joke.
- No.
He wants to give us a permanent
scar so we'll never forget.
- I don't care!
We're not doing this one!
- We don't have a choice!
It says if we don't,
someone's gonna die.
- Oh my God!
- Sadie, there is no way out
besides the way that we came!
- God, this is insane!
- Look,
I'll go first.
- OK, whoa, whoa!
So--so--so what?
OK, we--we do this,
and then he lets us go
and we live happily ever after?
- Yeah, something like that.
- Rebecca, I can't
do this to you! Come on!
- Look, there's vodka,
and you're a doctor.
I'll be fine. Just take it.
- Oh God! He's telling me to
give you a third-degree burn!
- Well, just pretend
you're experimenting with a new
medical treatment or something.
Somewhere you can't see.
The... lower back.
- No, no. OK, there's--
there's too much cartilage,
and it's gonna f--fry the bone.
Upper arm's best.
- Oh God! OK! I'm ready.
- I can't! I can't!
- We are running out of time.
Just do it already!
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
- Were you ever in a fraternity?
Yeah, I didn't think so.
It's supposed
to create this special bond.
It means that your brothers
got your back.
You--you know what our motto
was? It was, um,
"Not four years,
but a lifetime."
I mean, why else would we put up
with all of it, right?
And at the beginning, they were
there for me. When she first
pressed charges, we all met up
in that room, and they kept
saying, "No, no. Screw that!
"How could she do that to you?
She was your girlfriend.
"No, she's lying. She was too
drunk to remember what happened.
Screw her! She's a slut."
But let me tell ya,
when it hits the fan,
those brothers will
disappear on you real quick.
There are very few people
you can trust in this world.
(sighing)
(phone buzzing)
- It's done. You happy now?
- Yeah, almost. Do you remember
what I bought you that Christmas
the first year we were together?
- Brandon...
- [I mean, it was nice,]
[but it's not as big as the one
that you're wearing.]
And my dad said to me: "Wow!
That must be a special girl
to buy a present like that."
And then a year later,
you lost it,
and you said to me
that you don't need a ring
to prove how much you love me.
- It's his grandmother's
diamond.
- Well, if you really love Reese
here, that shouldn't matter.
[So, take it off.]
- Brandon, stop!
- I said take it off!
Now flush it down the toilet.
- [I can't.]
- Then get Joelle to do it.
- I'm sorry.
- You don't realize how much you
miss something till it's gone.
I'll call you back
when it's time to move on.
- He's going to kill him,
isn't he? He's going
to kill Reese!
- Stop it.
He's messing with you, OK? He's
just trying to get in your head.
- You were right. I never
should've testified against him.
- I was just
trying to protect you.
- I thought I would be able
to tell my story, set the record
straight. But in the end,
it was just his version
of the story that came through,
so what the hell was the point?
- All the girls said that it was
the right thing to do.
- For who?
Remember
when he was kicked off the team
and someone photoshopped that
picture of me screwing
the team mascot? Tagline:
"She screwed us bad."
It got 48,337 hits
before the school
finally took it down.
To the sorority sisters, I was
just another charity case
to rally behind,
and to the rest of the world,
I was an alcoholic slut
who cost the school
the championship.
- And that's why
you left Chicago.
- I couldn't get out of here
fast enough.
The only reason I came back
was for Reese.
- He had it custom-made
especially for this.
He was planning this night
for a long time.
- He got what he wanted.
- Don't you get it?
It doesn't matter, OK?
He's a sociopath.
He's not gonna stop.
- What are you doing?
- We have to get out of here.
- He's gonna be back any second.
- Exactly, OK?
When he does, we gotta
run for it, OK?
- Don't be stupid.
This is never gonna work.
- Rebecca, if we don't
get out of here,
we're both gonna die.
- What if he has a gun?
Come on, Sadie,
it's not just about you.
- Yes, exactly!
It's about all of us.
- I made her a promise.
- That was before he threatened
to kill us. And if we don't get
out of here, how are we gonna
warn them?
- I'm scared!
- Look, OK, shh, shh, shh...
We are gonna get
through this, OK?
Psi Beta forever.
- Yeah, Psi Beta forever.
(phone chiming)
- "Sorry about the ring,
but it had to be done
"to remind you that life
is as sad as it is fun.
"The last task is a place
where we first made up rhymes,
a place where we always
lost track of time."
- It's the library.
- Last task.
It's almost over.
- Let me check on
our friends upstairs.
(dramatic music)
(alarm system beeping)
Ah!
(screaming)
- Run! Run! Run!
- Come here!
(gasping)
(grunting)
- How often did you guys
(car chirpingcome here?
- Usually after an all-nighter.
He wanted to see how many
sections of the library
we could have sex in
before getting caught.
- Sounds like Brandon.
- Mm-hmm.
- Do you think that you were
ever really in love with him?
- I thought I was.
We should really
call Becs and Sadie.
- I'm sure they're fine.
- It freaks me out he had them
go back there, though.
(phone chiming)
- "She didn't
make it." What?
Oh my God!
- Oh my God!
No more. This is over.
(door opening)
- What did you do to her?
- You might wanna think twice
before pulling a stunt
like that again!
(screaming)
(sobbing)
(glass breaking)
(door slamming)
(footsteps approaching)
So, you did get thirsty, huh?
Hey!
(chuckling)
You wanna
do this, hmm?
Let's go.
Do none of you listen?
When we started this,
I said there were rules.
If those rules were broken,
there'd be consequences.
I mean, a bitch comes at me
with a knife, you think
I'm gonna let that go?
- You're a monster.
- Your fiance never
used to think so.
She always saw the best in me.
But--but I guess none
of that matters, right?
Her friend's dead.
And the game just changed.
Get on your knees.
- If I'm not back
in 10 minutes, call the cops.
- What? No, I should go
with you.
- I need you to wait
for his text and stall him
and call for help if I need it.
- This is crazy!
We should both go.
- I'll be OK. Promise.
(suspenseful music)
- Been a while
since they checked in.
I'd be nervous too.
- Shut up!
- I'm sure the cops
are on the way by now.
- She knows that if the cops
show up, you're dead, OK?
She wouldn't risk that.
- That was before you killed
one of her best friends.
All bets are off.
As far as she knows,
I could already be dead.
- You just got it all
figured out, huh?
- I know you don't.
It's not too late.
If I were you, I'd run.
- Yeah, if you were me,
you would run.
- Cut your losses, get a head
start. One-way ticket to Mexico.
- Yeah, sippin' tequila
by sundown, right?
- Yeah, that's right!
- Yeah! And then I could spend
the rest of my life watching
her post photos
of your stupid wedding, your
honeymoon, your goddamn kids,
living the life that I was
supposed to live!
(laughing)
- Do you really believe
you had any shot at that life?
- Until you showed up, yeah.
- So, what was your big plan,
hmm? What,
kidnap her?
Force her down
the aisle?
Put a gun to her head
until she said "I do"?
- Just shut--shut up! Shut up!
- Oh, you knew it was never
gonna happen, and it wasn't
because I showed up.
It's because of you! You can
only hide the crazy for so long.
You were never going to be
good enough for her.
- And neither are you.
(sobbing)
- Help me!
- Hang on!
I'm here!
- So am I.
Drop it!
Found your friend
looking a little lost.
- Let her go.
- Gang's all back together, huh?
Time to get the party started.
- This is about me and you
Brandon, no one else. You need
to let everyone go.
- I don't need to do anything.
It's my game and my rules,
and I'll decide
when it's over.
Get on the other side
of the table now!
Since you Psi Beta girls are so
good at breaking the rules,
I'm adding some fun.
You remember Wheel of Poison?
- We played with twenty
people back then.
- Well, I prefer to play
with two. Spin the wheel,
whatever you land on, you gotta
swallow, inhale, I don't care.
You record every single detail,
and all of this is gone
by the time
I get back in 60 minutes.
- 60 minutes? That's impossible.
- Well, either they do it
or I'm gonna kill you!
Clock starts now.
Let's go.
Have a seat, Kenzie.
- I wanna see him.
Reese! He's hurt!
- He's alive.
Boy!
An interesting choice
in life partner.
- He's a good man.
- Just sit down, Kenzie.
No one else needs to get hurt.
- Well, they should be on
the floor by now. I remember
that game doing you in.
- Brandon, stop! Please!
You got what you wanted.
- No, what I want
is for you to tell people
what really happened that night.
- You should know.
You were there.
- Yeah, I thought I was.
But then a week later,
I hear this crazy rumour
about how I made my girlfriend
of two and a half years
have sex with me.
They ate it all up! Golden boy
star athlete turned rapist.
- You got away with it.
What the hell does it matter?
- Who cares if the jury believed
me? The damage was done!
So, the only thing that's gonna
turn it around again is the
truth coming from your mouth.
- I can't see straight.
- You're doing great.
Come on.
- I can't.
- Hey,
remember what the pledge
captain always told us.
"It's not about chance
or choice when pledging,
only strength and survival."
- "Let your sisters give you
the strength to survive."
- You got this.
- So, you're gonna tell
everybody that that night
was no different
from any of the other hundreds
of times that we got drunk
and slept together!
- That's not what happened.
- Well, you gotta think, Kenzie.
I want you to think real hard.
I want you to pretend
like you're back on that
stand again, except this time,
you're gonna tell the truth.
(beep)
Tell people what really
happened that night.
- You poured me
a glass of scotch.
- Tell the truth.
- It should've been
like every other night,
but instead, my boyfriend
of two and a half years
raped me.
You brought me
into that room,
you shoved me on the table...
...you put your hand over
my mouth and you raped me.
I loved you, and you raped me.
And I will never be
the same again.
- I was really drunk that night.
And so were you, but...
No. No, we'd done that.
We'd done that a hundred times
before. We-- That was college.
We get drunk,
then we make stupid mistakes--
- You're blaming college now?
- You know me! I--I wouldn't do
something like that!
- But it was you.
- I never meant to hurt you.
- I know.
- I still love you.
I always will.
- It's over, Brandon.
- I really screwed this up, huh?
- You just need to put down
the gun. Then it'll be all over.
Reese!
- I had no choice.
He was never gonna stop
loving you.
Back in college,
I kept telling myself it was
just a case of bad timing.
Years later,
I was at a conference
in Florida.
And it was wrong,
but I looked him up.
We hit it off
instantly.
It was just like college
all over again,
except this time,
you weren't there.
He always
made me feel
like I was the only thing that
mattered. We had these...
wild weekends together.
I'd fly back and forth.
I really thought
that we were in love.
But then he found out
that you were engaged,
and that was it.
He snapped.
And I knew that if I didn't do
something, I was gonna lose him
all over again.
- This whole night
was your idea.
- Surprise.
But it was just supposed to be
a girls' night out gone
a little too wild.
Brandon would finally get
his revenge and be able to
let go of you and move on,
and he and I would be able
to live happily ever after...
...or so the story goes.
I had no idea
that he was gonna go so far
with the stupid tasks.
And Sadie!
- Joelle, this isn't you. I know
you. You're a good person.
- Sometimes good people
are capable of doing
very bad things.
- Joelle, no!
(gunshot)
- d Love was lost d
d In such a tragedy d
- I kept thinking
I was going to wake up,
that the whole night
was just a really bad dream.
But the nightmare
was real, and pretending it
never happened wasn't going
to make it go away.
It wasn't until I started to
tell my story that I could
feel the darkness lift
and I could breathe again.
It's never too late
to tell your story. Because
maybe it will give someone else
the courage to speak out.
We have to keep
telling these stories
until there are no more stories
like these to tell.
Instead,
we can tell the kinds
of stories that end with:
"And they lived happily
ever after."
- d For your life d
music)
So, go ahead. Tell the truth.
Tell people what really
happened that night.
You poured me a glass
of scotch...
(sirens)
Where are we going?
I told you it was a surprise.
- I hate surprises.
You were surprised
when I proposed.
That's what you think.
- Seriously? How did you know?
Whenever you're nervous
about something,
you do this twitchy thing
with your eyebrow.
Wha-what, like a tic?
- Sort of.
If you would take the blindfold
off, I could demonstrate.
Oh, nice try!
- I think it's adorable.
It's like you have
a built-in lie detector.
Aw, I'm never gonna be able to get away with anything with you.
- Nope!
You're a terrible liar, and I
love you for it. I'm pretty sure
my eyeballs are sweating.
- A couple more minutes.
Though the blindfold
is pretty sexy.
If this was just a ploy
to get me to wear a blindfold,
you're in trouble. (beeping)
- Oh! It's go time!
The anticipation's killing me!
- Trust me, you're gonna love it.
Two...
- How many total?
...three, four... five.
There's six total,
so number six and you're good.
- I made it?
OK...
OK. Hold tight, hold tight.
- I'm holding.
Oh man...
- Psi Beta Kappa Pi surprise!
Oh my God!
What are you doing here?
You cannot invite us to
your wedding and then tell us
not to throw you a bachelorette party.
- We were forced to surprise you
with one instead.
- How long did you know
about this?
- Oh, about a month. No twitch?
I'm very impressed.
- I tracked him down
through Facebook. I'm Joelle, by the
way. It's nice to officially meet you.
I'm sorry! Reese, these are my
very best friends from college.
It's Joelle,
Rebecca and Sadie.
Great to finally meet you
all! - You too! - Oh my God!
This thing is like wearing
a Tesla on your finger!
It's his grandmother's
diamond, but he picked out
the setting himself.
- I officially
grant you permission
to marry this woman.
And to provide dates
for all of her friends.
Uh, when was the last time
you were all together?
God, at least four years now.
- It wasn't that long.
Yes, it was New Year's Eve
2013 in Vegas.
How could I forget that?
- The only thing
McKenzie tells me about college
is that it was a crazy blur.
Well, that might have something to
do with her "Special K" brownies.
Oh! So, you're a baker!
- Was! Past life.
I think there's a Cubs game
you're missing...
No, I wanna hear more
about this Special K.
Another time! - It was nice
meeting you all. - You too!
Be right back.
Thank you so much for this.
I'm just glad I finally got
to meet your friends.
They seem great.
- Yeah, we had some crazy times together.
I don't wanna know, do I? - I'll call
you later. - No, don't worry about it.
Just focus on having a good time
tonight. Not too good.
I love you like crazy.
- I love you too.
OK, OK! Enough of that!
Let's go! We promise to take
really good care of her tonight.
Come on! - Bye!
- (all): Bye!
(squealing and giggling)
(whooping)
Pure modesty?
- I don't know. Maybe.
Thongs, in general.
- Just in the front. Maybe if you're shy in the front.
Right up your butt! - Just only
in the front. - Only in the front.
I feel really good about the back, though.
- It's coming off anyway.
OK. My turn.
Wow! - For you. -
Nice wrapping job,
Martha Stewart. - Saving
the best for last. - OK.
Oh my God! - Whoo!
- Naughty Martha!
Whoa!
- I'm sorry. I had to. I couldn't resist.
OK, I would like
to propose a toast.
Oh!
- To Kenzie, the first Psi Beta to get hitched.
Hmm! - To Kenzie!
- Thank you, guys.
Oh, you know, and I would like
to propose a toast to Joelle,
who organized this entire night and
got the gang all back together again.
Thank you, Joe.
- I couldn't let you get away that easily.
What about you, Kenz? You still writing?
- Sort of,
if writing about razor blades counts.
- Oh no!
See, I always thought you would
be off somewhere really exotic
like Uganda, writing
about the refugee crisis.
Well, the world seems more interested in
hearing about a revolutionary close shave
with virtually no missed hairs.
- Well, you always were
a great writer.
- Well, never let a man distract you from your dreams.
What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about Reese.
As soon as you met the man,
you completely disappeared!
That's not true!
- Come on. Well, we had to find out through Facebook
that you were engaged, and then
we all got some random e-vite
to your wedding along with 500 people I've never even heard of.
- OK, that part is true.
You know what? I think she's just
a little bit embarrassed by us.
What?
- I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You're right. I should've called.
OK, well, we're all here now,
right? That's what matters.
For what it's worth, it feels
like no time has passed.
Cheers to that. - Yes. -
Someone fire the bartender...
All right, all right!
- ...this glass is empty.
Typical Sadie!
...right full to the brim. Oh, more!
- What?
OK!
- Cheers!
I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
- OK!
Should we sit? -
Whoo! - Let's sit.
We shall sit.
- We should drink!
(ringing)
- [Hey, babe!]
- Reese!
- [You sound like you're in a submarine. ]
- Uh, it feels like it, sort of.
- [Everything OK?]
- Yeah!
I just- I needed
to hear your voice.
- [You know, I'm happy to strap on my finest
pair of stilettos and join you ladies, ]
[but I'm not sure your friends would like that.]
- Probably not.
I miss you like crazy.
- [I miss you too. ]
Bye, babe.
You think she's doing OK?
She seems great!
- I think she's telling herself she's great.
Wait. I'm sorry. Are you
a surgeon or a psychiatrist?
What? I didn't say there was anything
wrong with it. It's what we'd all do.
We really shouldn't be talking about this right now.
- Well, does anyone even know
where he is?
Let me guess. Brandon?
Sorry. - It's been
9 years. - I know!
I just wish the monster
was behind bars right now.
Well, at least he never made it to the NHL.
- He ever try to contact you?
Just once. When he found out I was
engaged, he sent two dozen white roses.
Jesus! That's creepy. -
Yeah. - What? What did you do?
I threw them out and got another
restraining order against him.
You know, there's a 10-year
statute of limitations on rape.
Here we go.
- It was obvious you didn't get a fair trial. You could easily
go back and refile. - And go through
hell again? - I just think a judge today
would see things very differently.
- Yeah, he'd get six months
in a county jail and then go
on a national tour speaking out
against the consequences of too
much drinking. I've moved on,
Rebecca.
You should too.
It's over.
OK. You're right.
I'm sorry.
- OK,
enough about the past.
- Yes! - This night
is about celebrating the future.
- Whoo-hoo! - I'll drink to that!
Stand up! You get this.
- Wow!
Whoo-hoo!
- Sexy!
And you're also...
- Oh!
...wearing this.
- Glorious.
Beautiful.
Bride's last ride.
I look like I'm dressed
for a wedding and a funeral.
Oh, well, you know what they say. Till death do us part!
- Yes!
Drink up, ladies!
- (all): Cheers!
Oh... really gross.
Wait, wait! Hold on! Where's
my phone? We need a selfie.
Get over here! - Oh! I'm
not ready. - I know! Ready?
OK, let's go! We're wasting so much time!
- Sadie, will you grab my purse?
Yes.
Let's go!
- Whoo!
Let's do this.
Whoo!
Don't fall out!
I think that the worst,
the worst was when they made us
eat dog food. - No! -
No, wait, wait, wait!
What about urinal cake pops?
- No!
I cannot hear that
without wanting to throw up.
How do I not remember that?
- Um, probably because McKenzie over here
stepped it up and licked your cake pop
when you were too freaked out to do it.
Excuse me! I'm-
I'm sure that's true.
You were always the nice one!
- I'm not that nice.
Just until she gets a couple drinks in her and then it's...
- Yes, yes, yes!
Like Daytona.
- No! Oh my God!
Don't bring that up. - I'm
sorry. - I think some things
are better left in the past!
- OK, hold up. But serious question for a second.
Do you think that if we hadn't been forced
to eat dog food together, would we be as close
as we are now? - Hundred
percent! - Really?
Yeah! Pledges today don't have to
do half the crap we did back then.
It's true.
- It is not what you eat.
It is who you eat it with. -
Yes! - I will drink to that.
Cheers! - Whoo! -
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Excuse me!
- Aw, come on!
Oh, "wish you were here"
with a... one, two, three,
seven heart emojis!
- I'm sorry!
I don't know what that means! -
I will stop. - Really? Will you?
I don't think so, so here you go!
- All mine!
OK, listen, this is the first night in,
like, years that I haven't had to deal
with some gruesome medical emergency,
so we are going all out. Deal?
Deal, whatever that means.
- Last night of freedom, baby.
Fianc-free
night, baby!
(pop song)
Keep your eyes closed. No peeking!
- I can't see anything. OK.
We got you!
- We got you!
Step up and down.
- OK.
Keep your eyes closed.
- They're closed!
No peeking! - I am not. I'm too
afraid. - All right. You ready?
Mm-hmm.
- Open!
Lumberjacks? Are you serious?
- We figured it was our duty
to give back to the only establishment
on the North Side that would serve us
when we were underage.
- Yes, that is... This was your idea.
All right, wait. Let's take a
picture. Picture, picture, picture!
More like blackmail time.
- Cheese!
Cute!
- OK! Can we go?
All right, wait! Let me post, then we go. Let me post it!
- Posting...
Done! - Yes!
- You can go.
(crowd cheering)
(dance music)
Ah, divorce party, ladies.
That's our future!
- I should give them my business card.
Kenzie, do it!
- (all): Do it!
Where's the bathroom?
- It's in the back.
My turn! Whoo! Whoo-hoo!
(music fades out)
(whooping and cheering)
(soft ballad)
(cheering)
- (all): Cheers!
- Oh my God!
- Oh, McKenzie. Happy birthday.
(cheering)
(whooping)
(cheering)
- What's wrong?
- Oh, not--nothing.
I just got a weird chill.
- Well,
that's because you're
getting married! Whoo!
(whooping)
(blues music)
(cell phone buzzing)
- Just scotch and water, please.
- If you like scotch, you should
try Glen Gailey. It's blended,
but it's a good bang
for the buck.
- Thanks!
Uh, Glen Gailey
and water, please.
- Another.
Cheers.
- Oh, cheers!
- You know, if you're a real
scotch drinker, you should try
McGinty's on Clinton Street.
- Oh, I go there all the time.
- Maybe that's why you look
familiar.
- Every Friday night after work.
It's expensive as hell, but, uh,
best variety of single
malt in the city.
- Yeah, hands down.
So, what are you doing here?
- Oh, my fiance and some
friends from college
are having a bachelorette party
tonight, and they wanted me
to join them for a drink.
- That's kind of weird
and kind of awesome.
(laughing)
- I know, right?
- Are her friends hot?
- Yeah. Not as hot as
my fiance, of course.
- Of course.
So, what do you think?
- Yeah, it's nice.
It's big with a mellow peat
finish. There's a hint
of pipe in there.
- Just like Grandpa's ashtray.
- Like Grandpa's ashtray.
I love it.
Do you know where
the bathroom is in here?
- Yeah, it's just, uh,
straight back and on the right.
I'll, uh, get us another round.
- Thanks!
- Another round.
- I haven't smoked
since college.
- Whatever, Special K.
- Oh, it's true. I'm practically
an old, married woman now.
- Well, that's true.
(coughing)
- I get to live
vicariously through you.
- What are you talking about?
- I've seen your Instagram.
You're always flying first class
on business trips,
posting pictures of amazing
white sand beaches,
meeting gorgeous men.
- That's my Instagram life.
Life of a nine-to-five banking
executive is really not
that exciting.
- What about that hockey player
from Colorado?
He was cute.
- He was cute. He was also
into my dental hygienist.
- No!
- Yeah.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- My mother always said:
"Never settle
for being someone's other when
you know you have the potential
to be someone's only."
- I agree.
- You never had
to deal with that!
Guys were always
choosing you.
- That's not true.
- Oh, come on!
All those guys,
Butch, Mike, Davey,
they were all crushing over you.
- Yeah, I didn't always make
the right choice.
- So, how do you know
Reese is the one?
- It's hard to explain.
It was just this feeling
I got, like nothing else
mattered,
you know?
- Yeah, I get it.
- I really think there's someone
for everyone.
- Ha!
That's just
the weed talking.
Always brings out
the Cinderella story.
(laughing)
- What do they say?
If the slipper fits...
- Oh yes, but would you cut off
your right toe to make it fit?
- All depends if I could still
get a pedicure.
(laughing)
- True that!
- Done.
- Yeah.
- The tablecloths are periwinkle
and they sort of match
the hydrangeas,
but not too matchy-matchy.
- Matchy-matchy's bad?
- Yeah, very bad.
- What the hell's
a hydrangea?
- I have no idea.
(chuckling)
What about yourself?
Any hydrangeas in your future?
- Yeah, I was in love once,
but it ended badly.
- Oh, sorry, man.
- It's a long story,
a big misunderstanding.
I hate to admit it,
but I blame her friends.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
If it weren't for them, we'd
probably be married by now.
- It's getting late.
I guess
they're a no-show.
- That's a shame. I was hoping
to get lucky.
(chuckling)
Hey!
Take it easy.
- Driving is definitely
not happening.
I should just call a cab.
- Where you headed?
- North shore.
- I'm driving that way.
I can give you a lift.
- You sure, man?
- Positive.
Wanna make sure you get home OK.
(pop music, cheering)
- (slurring): I am now
an official member
of the Chicago Fire Department!
- Whoo!
- Only you, Sadie! Only you!
- You see how much fun
you're missing
with that ginormous ring
on your finger?
- OK, OK!
- It's pretty good, right?
- Let's show 'em how
it's done. Whoo!
(whooping)
- OK, I may be super wasted,
but I'm almost positive
this is not my house.
- It is now.
- Dude, it's--
it's OK, I'll just take a cab.
(RnB music)
(cheering)
- Let's get you another drink.
- I love you, Joe,
but I...
cannot do it.
Just water.
- I know.
That's weird.
- What?
- It's a picture of you dancing,
but it's from your phone.
Now it's a picture of all of us.
- What?
(phone ringing)
Hello?
- You're still using your
birthday as your password.
I figured you would've
changed that by now.
Just wanted to call
and congratulate you
on your upcoming wedding.
- How did you get my phone?
- [It's nice to
hear your voice too.]
- Where the hell are you?
- What's wrong with her?
- She got a weird phone call.
- I see the old gang's back
together again. I recognize
Joelle and Sadie,
but what's the third one's
name again? It's, um...
Rebecca.
[I always liked Rebecca.
Too bad she never liked me.]
- What do you want, Brandon?
- Well, I wanna join in the fun,
but I was thinking we could play
a different kind of bachelorette
party game.
- [I'm not playing games.]
- Oh, I think you're gonna
wanna play this one.
(phone chiming)
[Did you get it?]
It's a game called
Save the Groom.
I took a page out of my
fraternity's hazing playbook,
and the rules are simple.
You involve the police,
Reese dies.
If anyone quits along the way
or doesn't do exactly
as they're told, well, then,
Reese dies.
- Brandon, please!
You don't wanna do this.
- Get your friends and go
to the alley outside the club.
I'll call back in five.
(RnB music)
- Hey! What's going on?
- He's back.
- We need to call the cops.
- He specifically said no cops.
- So, what, he's just been
stalking us the whole night?
- I thought he was in Florida!
- That's what I thought too!
- Wait, how often did you post?
- I don't know! I--I--I just
wanted to document the night.
- What are your
Instagram settings?
- I have 435 followers.
- Gimme your phone.
Your settings are open,
which means everyone can see,
and you were snapping selfies
every two seconds. It's how he
knew exactly where we were.
- My God!
- I'm sorry, guys!
- It's not her fault.
It's me he's after.
(phone ringing)
- Wow! Been a long time, Kenz.
[You still look
beautiful as ever.]
- Hi, Brandon! It's Rebecca.
You remember me?
First degree or aggravated
kidnapping carries
a minimum sentence of 20 years.
You don't wanna do this.
- Yeah, I heard there was
a lawyer in the house.
Why don't you tell me
what the maximum sentence
for murder is?
- Brandon, come on!
- [This is crazy!
We can sit down]
[just the two of us
and work this out.]
- Oh, really? Like you said we
would sit down before you came
up with all those lies about me?
- I'm not doing this. Forget it!
- What, you think this is
a joke?
- [I know you're not going
to hurt him.]
- Really?
Sorry, buddy.
Need to let your bride-to-be
know this is serious. Watching?
Yeah, a wedding ring is a pain
in the ass to wear around
all day.
This way, you'll have
the perfect excuse.
- Brandon, this isn't you.
- I guess you don't know me
as well as you thought.
(screaming in pain)
- Oh my God!
(screaming)
- I trust now I have
everyone's attention.
- Why are you doing this?
- It was your friends' idea
to come forward, wasn't it?
You were all in on it,
playing me, humiliating me,
destroying my reputation.
[Well, you do what I say this
time, and then we'll be square.]
[Do we understand each other?]
- Yes.
- Yeah, I wasn't sure how well
your friends knew Reese here,
so just in case they need
a little extra incentive
to participate,
I got my hands
on something that's
just begging to be released.
[Psi Beta Kappa Pi]
[Spring Break in Daytona 2005.]
- Oh my God, you guys!
- What? How the hell
did you get that?
- I'm sure just all your
employers and current boyfriends
would just love to know
how much blow and sex
you had back in the day.
Joelle and Kenzie are
on Team One. Rebecca, Sadie,
you're on Team Two.
There's a total of 8 tasks
that need to be completed
by sunrise. Reese's Pieces and I
will be keeping score.
I'll text or call you
instructions along the way
and give you a set amount
of time to complete each task.
Now, if a task is not completed
in the given amount of time,
well, then,
Reese's here will suffer
the consequences.
[No phone a friend,
no phone a cop. No phone]
a friend to phone a cop.
Are we clear? I said
are we clear?
- [Yes.]
- Sunrise is at 5:44 a.m.
Let the games begin.
- Kenzie, look at me.
We're gonna get him back,
OK? I promise.
(phone chiming)
- "Dumpster diving."
(phone chiming)
- "Hospital morgue."
He's--he's giving us 20 minutes.
- Guys, we gotta go.
- OK, let's go. Let's go!
- This is so messed up!
How the hell are we supposed
to find a used condom
and chicken wings?
- It's Lumberjacks.
I'm sure they hand out
condoms like candy.
- Yeah, but does
anyone use them?
- Oh God! Ugh! Apparently so!
- Ugh!
- You know, this is
like college all over again.
- What are you talking about?
- You don't remember half-price
wing night at Timmy's? Last
person to finish their beer
ended up in the dumpster.
- We dated for almost
three years
and I barely remember
anything about that time.
- Well, the brain does that.
It's called survival.
- Here's to survival.
- Texting of our photos
with two minutes to spare.
- Of course! It's like cadaver
crawl during hell week.
- It makes a twisted kind
of sense. I mean, in his mind,
if it weren't for us, she
wouldn't have come forward.
He wants us to suffer
just as much as she is.
- Ugh!
- What are you doing?
- Here, put this on!
- I am a germaphobe, Sadie!
- Right now, you are
a medical professional
who has about 13 minutes to do
exactly what he's asking.
- Oh God!
It's so disgusting!
OK!
- OK! Go!
- (Brandon): Frat brothers
always said you were
stiff in bed.
Time to let loose
and kiss the dead.
Male or female,
whatever your pleasure.
- This way.
- Be sure to bring it
in plain view and film it
for good measure.
- Oh, twisted son of a bitch!
- They keep them in here.
- We're going to catch
something.
- I'm sure a frozen corpse is a
lot more sanitary than most guys
we slept with in college.
- Speak for yourself!
- OK! So, not that one.
- Oh! This is so illegal!
- Well, if we get caught,
I know a great lawyer.
- That's not funny.
- We have no time!
Just help me push, OK?
- OK!
- OK.
- Oh my God!
- OK, start filming.
(beep)
Your turn.
- I can't!
- Just pretend it's a popsicle.
- OK, yeah,
um, lime or cherry?
- We literally have two minutes,
Rebecca. Gimme the phone!
(whimpering)
(loud clanking)
Go, go, go, go, go!
- OK. OK.
Oh!
- Hey!
Hey, you two, stop!
Get back here!
- OK. OK. Sent!
He wants us to go to
the 8000 block of Western.
- In Englewood?
- He wants us to take
a cab back to the hotel.
- How long is he giving us?
- 20 minutes.
There's a cab. Let's go.
(phone chiming)
- (Brandon): Roses are red,
violets are blue.
Every time I go to bed,
I still think of you.
I wanted to send you something
to help you remember
the magical life
we had together.
(phone ringing inside)
- Open it.
- Oh-ho-ho! You answered
just in time.
I was about to hang up. I have
another trivia question for you.
[What colour of lingerie
did I buy you]
[on our 18-month anniversary?]
- 18 months?
- [We celebrated every month.]
It was late September,
Indian summer?
- Brandon, please,
I don't remember.
- Oh.
You don't remember?
Or you choose not to remember?
(muffled groans)
- Purple?
- Why don't you open
that present I left you?
- No! No!
- It might help jog your memory.
- No!
- I was right.
- Hey, attagirl! Amazing
what you can remember
[when you put your mind to it.]
- Brandon, what do you want?
- I wanna see that beautiful
body of yours again,
see if it's held up
after all these years.
- You're sick, you know that?
- [No, no. You know
what's sick? When you]
and your sorority sisters lined
up all the pledges, stripped
them down and then made them
[circle their physical flaws
with a Sharpie.]
- I never did that.
- [No, but you watched it being
done, and you didn't say
a word about it.]
Now, I get to be the judge.
Joelle can circle anything she
doesn't feel is up to snuff.
Show starts in three minutes.
- What? What'd he say?
- Remember the hazing ritual
Flaw Finder?
- Yeah.
- I'm it.
(sensual music)
- Ah...
Dude, you still
got eyes.
Come on.
You gotta see this.
Looks even better
than she did in college.
[Run the camera slowly
up and down her body.]
Yeah. That's it.
What do you think, Joelle?
- I can't.
- Just do it.
- d I can't feel inside d
- [Was that a thigh?]
[It's kind of hard to tell
from this angle.]
- Yes.
- [Keep going.]
Someone needs to get
back to Pilates, huh?
- OK, I'm so sorry.
- I remember you complaining
about inheriting
your grandma's knobby knees.
- I'm done.
- Uh, I think you missed a spot.
- Where?
- Birthmark on
her back. Right?
- d Can you feel
what I feel tonight d
- Yeah, we used to joke
that it looked like a miniature
State of California.
Remember that, Kenzie?
[When we talked about building
a life together someday.]
Mmm! Well, you better
get dressed, baby.
[Cover up those thighs.]
- d Baby d
- My God, I am so sorry.
- d Baby, you are d
Oh! What's the matter, Reese?
Didn't realize that
your fiance was such a slut?
(grunting)
Hey, easy. This is
just the beginning.
Night's still young.
(sniffling)
- You OK?
- Yeah, I'm great.
- I'm sorry, of course
you're not. I just--
- What?
Everything's gonna be OK?
- No, I wasn't gonna say that.
- Because it's not enough
for you to draw circles
around my cellulite
while my sociopathic
ex-boyfriend chimes in.
You also have to lie to me.
- Right now, I have to believe
it's gonna be OK just
as much as you do.
- It's the bar
where we first met.
- The sorority scavenger hunt.
"Kiss a stranger, pick him up."
- "Then all year,
you'll have good luck."
- I'm guessing he was the
stranger you picked.
- Lucky me.
(rap song)
- Be right back.
Where the hell is he going?
- What?
(dog barking)
- What? Hey! Hey!
- Hey!
- Hey!
- Stop!
- Oh my God, Rebecca! He was
supposed to wait for us!
- What do we do?
What do we do?
- We gotta get
out of here.
We can't stay here.
- What are you doing?
- I'm getting us out of here.
- No!
- Rebecca, what the hell?
- We don't even know
what he wants yet.
- Um, well, I'm pretty sure
he wants us to end up on
the 6 o'clock news!
What the hell, Rebecca?
Give it back!
- He said
we can't call for help, so we're
not calling for help.
- Oh my God!
Are you serious right now?
For once in your life,
please break the rules.
- Oh, like Daytona? "Rules
are meant to be broken, Becs!
"Do another line!
Who cares who's filming!
It's Girls Gone Wild!" And now
we are being blackmailed
because of it, so good job.
- Right, yeah, this is my fault.
- No!
- Good luck.
- That's not what I said. Sadie?
Sadie!
- What?
- Don't be stupid. Come on!
Look, it's one thing
to be down here already.
It's another thing to be walking
the streets on your own.
Look around.
(phone chiming)
It's them. Here, hold this.
Hey, where are you guys?
- Five And Dime. You?
- [Western Ave.]
- [In Englewood?]
- Yeah, well, there's
a cab waiting for us.
If we all just stick together,
everything's gonna be fine.
[After this, we should be
over halfway, right?]
- You know that Reese
really wanted us to elope?
Just the two of us.
[If we'd just eloped...]
- McKenzie, come on!
- Brandon would've
come after you, anyway.
- [Yeah, but he would've come]
after just me, not all of us.
- No, you don't know that!
- Just promise me if this gets
to be too much, you leave.
- Kenzie, shut up! We're...
We're all in this together.
We're not gonna leave you.
- I love you guys.
- We love you too.
Psi Beta forever, OK?
- Psi Beta forever.
- That was great, except
there's no cab waiting for us.
- She's already scared.
She doesn't need to be
scared for us, too.
Hey, about what I said,
it was stupid.
- No. No, no. You're right.
Daytona was stupid, OK?
I saw his bastard friend filming
and I should've known better.
- I know. It's not like you put
a gun to my head.
- You scared?
- Of course I'm scared,
but I have to believe
we're gonna get through this.
- OK, Rebecca,
look at me. I know,
like, you always feel
that it's your responsibility
to take care of us, OK?
Sometimes you gotta take care
of yourself. Let's just go
and get this over with, OK?
- OK.
(man yelling indistinctly)
(blues music)
- This place looks
exactly the same.
(phone chiming)
- It says, "Back then,
stranger danger didn't seem to
exist. What if it had been
another stranger's kiss?"
- He wants us to tag-team
kissing a stranger
and then send him the pictures.
- Gotta be kidding me.
- Who you think?
- It's a toss-up.
- Lucky guy on the left.
Let's go.
- Hey! Gotta be more
where that came from!
- I'm afraid
that was a one-hit wonder, sir.
- Oh, so you're a cock-tease,
huh?
Ah! You crazy bitch!
- You wanna see crazy?
- McKenzie, no!
Stop! We gotta go!
- Whatever!
- Oh my God! Is he following us?
- No.
- OK, I'll text him
the photos.
- I wonder how many likes
that'll get.
- I thought you quit.
- I keep one stashed
in case of emergencies.
One of the first questions
the lawyer asked me
on the cross-examination
was how often I smoked,
which doesn't sound like
it would have anything
to do with anything.
But then he asked me if I'd ever
lied to Brandon about smoking.
He hated it when I smoked,
so I'd never tell him.
Well, if I'd lied about that,
then I must have lied
about being raped.
I asked him why
anyone would do that,
but he kept pressing.
"How much did you have
to drink that night?
"How often did you drink?
How much did you have sex?
Where did you have sex?"
And I just kept saying,
"I don't remember,"
which just proved his point.
Brandon could recall
every last detail.
So, when he said it was
consensual, that's what
they believed.
Bastard's word against mine.
(phone chiming)
- It says: "Your ride's
across the street."
What's he talking about?
- That's Reese's car.
- What?
- I have a key.
(car chirping)
He must've gotten Reese
here somehow.
(phone ringing)
- [Reese has assured me
you had a spare key.]
- Brandon, enough! Where is he?
- Don't worry about Reese.
We're having a great time.
You know, he told me that you
two bought a house together.
I'd love to see it.
[I trust you've sobered up
enough to drive?]
- Yes.
- Good. You got 15 minutes left.
(electronic music)
There's a crack house
right there in the 8000 block.
Go in, ask for Santa
and buy a 20 rock.
- I don't know what's worse,
getting disbarred for
buying crack,
having an incriminating video
get released or getting one
of my best friends' fianc
killed.
- How about
getting us both killed?
- I have mace.
- Great. I feel so much
better about this.
- Look, just follow
my lead, OK?
I'm looking for Santa.
- Is something bad
about to happen?
- It depends if I can
get a 20 rock.
No! I need that!
- Insurance.
Down the hall.
Watch your step, ladies.
d When it's Christmas time d
- Whoa, whoa!
- Don't mind her.
She's my little helper.
Welcome to the North Pole!
What can I do you for?
- I'm just looking
to buy a 20 rock.
- You came all this way
just for a 20 rock?
- Yeah.
This should be more than enough.
- Depends.
Have you been
a good girl this year?
- Yeah.
- What's your name again?
- (weakly): Rebecca.
- I didn't hear you.
- Rebecca.
- That's my mother's name.
No one shows up
at the North Pole
uninvited unless you want
your face blown off, Rebecca.
Don't do it again.
- OK! OK!
Are you OK?
- Yeah.
- Oh! OK, OK.
Ugh! It's OK.
(phone chiming)
OK, next task. Go to--
Go to Greek Row,
Kappa Tau Theta House.
- I thought their house
got shut down.
- It did.
- OK.
- Five tasks done, three to go!
We're over halfway there.
With, uh, three hours left.
Did you know that's how long
it took them to acquit me?
Well, I mean, two hours
and 57 minutes, to be exact.
It was supposed to be
the happiest day of my life.
"In light of the evidence
presented before us,
we the jury hereby find
the defendant not guilty."
But the damage
had been done.
The second that bitch
pressed charges against me,
I was already guilty.
(tires screeching)
And she's the one
who gets to move on?
She graduates with honours,
gets a great job,
falls in love with a nice guy
who's gonna treat her
really well.
Well, I was supposed to be that
guy who put the fancy-ass ring
on her.
That was supposed
to be our life.
(phone ringing)
Are we home sweet home, baby?
- What are we doing here?
- [I just thought it'd be fun]
to see how the other half lives.
Let's start with the living
room.
Wow, spacious
and neat.
Nice, big kitchen.
You remember the last time
you cooked for me, you burnt
the ramen noodles?
- Things change.
- That's true.
Hey, wait, wait! Go--go back.
[To the right.]
[Yeah! It's your parents'
lake house.]
I loved it up there. Hey,
where's that glass piece from?
- Spain.
- [It's beautiful.]
Well, time to move to the
medicine cabinet.
- Why?
- [You don't truly know someone
till you go through their
medicine cabinet.]
[Come on, Kenzie. You were
a walking pharmacy
back in college.]
Remember all those pills
you used to take?
- All that disappeared]
[when I stopped seeing you.
- Is that haemorrhoid cream?
Interesting!
- Are we done here?
- [It looks like you and Reese]
[have built
a fine home together.]
But now comes the fun part.
- [What's that?]
- You get to destroy it.
Let's see how much damage
you can do in 20 minutes.
- Brandon, this is insane!
- Hey, you always said
that material things
didn't matter to you. Why don't
we start with that glass piece
from Spain?
[That's where we talked about
having our honeymoon together.]
Oh! Ho, ho, ho!
That's the spirit!
I'll leave you ladies to it.
(chuckling)
Hey! It's just stuff, right?
(upbeat music)
- d Got me too
superstitious yeah d
d Most love can fit inside d
d Your head d
d
(phone buzzing)
- We have visitors.
(muffled screams)
(muffled screams)
Nice try, Reese's,
but you know the beautiful
part about this old house?
Thick walls.
They can't hear a thing.
- OK, look, forget it. Let's go.
- Sadie,
we've come this far.
He said this would be it.
We just have one more stupid
task and then it's done.
- Be right back.
Hidden behind a curtain,
there was a special room.
We all knew it as The Tomb.
Members only, but sometimes
we'd take a bribe.
A place to show your
devotion to the tribe.
(suspenseful music)
- Oh God...
You would never know
this is up here.
- I think that's the point.
(alarm system beeping)
- What the hell?
This isn't funny!
- Ugh!
There's nothing! Nothing!
There's no cell service.
Soundproof walls.
This is where
he took her that night.
OK. "You laughed together,
"cried together, got super high,
and now it's time to brand
yourself a Psi Beta Kappa Pi.
You have 20 minutes to complete
or someone's gonna die."
- "When the iron's the colour
of ash, it's the perfect
temperature."
These are like instructions
for branding cattle!
This has gotta be a joke.
- No.
He wants to give us a permanent
scar so we'll never forget.
- I don't care!
We're not doing this one!
- We don't have a choice!
It says if we don't,
someone's gonna die.
- Oh my God!
- Sadie, there is no way out
besides the way that we came!
- God, this is insane!
- Look,
I'll go first.
- OK, whoa, whoa!
So--so--so what?
OK, we--we do this,
and then he lets us go
and we live happily ever after?
- Yeah, something like that.
- Rebecca, I can't
do this to you! Come on!
- Look, there's vodka,
and you're a doctor.
I'll be fine. Just take it.
- Oh God! He's telling me to
give you a third-degree burn!
- Well, just pretend
you're experimenting with a new
medical treatment or something.
Somewhere you can't see.
The... lower back.
- No, no. OK, there's--
there's too much cartilage,
and it's gonna f--fry the bone.
Upper arm's best.
- Oh God! OK! I'm ready.
- I can't! I can't!
- We are running out of time.
Just do it already!
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
- Were you ever in a fraternity?
Yeah, I didn't think so.
It's supposed
to create this special bond.
It means that your brothers
got your back.
You--you know what our motto
was? It was, um,
"Not four years,
but a lifetime."
I mean, why else would we put up
with all of it, right?
And at the beginning, they were
there for me. When she first
pressed charges, we all met up
in that room, and they kept
saying, "No, no. Screw that!
"How could she do that to you?
She was your girlfriend.
"No, she's lying. She was too
drunk to remember what happened.
Screw her! She's a slut."
But let me tell ya,
when it hits the fan,
those brothers will
disappear on you real quick.
There are very few people
you can trust in this world.
(sighing)
(phone buzzing)
- It's done. You happy now?
- Yeah, almost. Do you remember
what I bought you that Christmas
the first year we were together?
- Brandon...
- [I mean, it was nice,]
[but it's not as big as the one
that you're wearing.]
And my dad said to me: "Wow!
That must be a special girl
to buy a present like that."
And then a year later,
you lost it,
and you said to me
that you don't need a ring
to prove how much you love me.
- It's his grandmother's
diamond.
- Well, if you really love Reese
here, that shouldn't matter.
[So, take it off.]
- Brandon, stop!
- I said take it off!
Now flush it down the toilet.
- [I can't.]
- Then get Joelle to do it.
- I'm sorry.
- You don't realize how much you
miss something till it's gone.
I'll call you back
when it's time to move on.
- He's going to kill him,
isn't he? He's going
to kill Reese!
- Stop it.
He's messing with you, OK? He's
just trying to get in your head.
- You were right. I never
should've testified against him.
- I was just
trying to protect you.
- I thought I would be able
to tell my story, set the record
straight. But in the end,
it was just his version
of the story that came through,
so what the hell was the point?
- All the girls said that it was
the right thing to do.
- For who?
Remember
when he was kicked off the team
and someone photoshopped that
picture of me screwing
the team mascot? Tagline:
"She screwed us bad."
It got 48,337 hits
before the school
finally took it down.
To the sorority sisters, I was
just another charity case
to rally behind,
and to the rest of the world,
I was an alcoholic slut
who cost the school
the championship.
- And that's why
you left Chicago.
- I couldn't get out of here
fast enough.
The only reason I came back
was for Reese.
- He had it custom-made
especially for this.
He was planning this night
for a long time.
- He got what he wanted.
- Don't you get it?
It doesn't matter, OK?
He's a sociopath.
He's not gonna stop.
- What are you doing?
- We have to get out of here.
- He's gonna be back any second.
- Exactly, OK?
When he does, we gotta
run for it, OK?
- Don't be stupid.
This is never gonna work.
- Rebecca, if we don't
get out of here,
we're both gonna die.
- What if he has a gun?
Come on, Sadie,
it's not just about you.
- Yes, exactly!
It's about all of us.
- I made her a promise.
- That was before he threatened
to kill us. And if we don't get
out of here, how are we gonna
warn them?
- I'm scared!
- Look, OK, shh, shh, shh...
We are gonna get
through this, OK?
Psi Beta forever.
- Yeah, Psi Beta forever.
(phone chiming)
- "Sorry about the ring,
but it had to be done
"to remind you that life
is as sad as it is fun.
"The last task is a place
where we first made up rhymes,
a place where we always
lost track of time."
- It's the library.
- Last task.
It's almost over.
- Let me check on
our friends upstairs.
(dramatic music)
(alarm system beeping)
Ah!
(screaming)
- Run! Run! Run!
- Come here!
(gasping)
(grunting)
- How often did you guys
(car chirpingcome here?
- Usually after an all-nighter.
He wanted to see how many
sections of the library
we could have sex in
before getting caught.
- Sounds like Brandon.
- Mm-hmm.
- Do you think that you were
ever really in love with him?
- I thought I was.
We should really
call Becs and Sadie.
- I'm sure they're fine.
- It freaks me out he had them
go back there, though.
(phone chiming)
- "She didn't
make it." What?
Oh my God!
- Oh my God!
No more. This is over.
(door opening)
- What did you do to her?
- You might wanna think twice
before pulling a stunt
like that again!
(screaming)
(sobbing)
(glass breaking)
(door slamming)
(footsteps approaching)
So, you did get thirsty, huh?
Hey!
(chuckling)
You wanna
do this, hmm?
Let's go.
Do none of you listen?
When we started this,
I said there were rules.
If those rules were broken,
there'd be consequences.
I mean, a bitch comes at me
with a knife, you think
I'm gonna let that go?
- You're a monster.
- Your fiance never
used to think so.
She always saw the best in me.
But--but I guess none
of that matters, right?
Her friend's dead.
And the game just changed.
Get on your knees.
- If I'm not back
in 10 minutes, call the cops.
- What? No, I should go
with you.
- I need you to wait
for his text and stall him
and call for help if I need it.
- This is crazy!
We should both go.
- I'll be OK. Promise.
(suspenseful music)
- Been a while
since they checked in.
I'd be nervous too.
- Shut up!
- I'm sure the cops
are on the way by now.
- She knows that if the cops
show up, you're dead, OK?
She wouldn't risk that.
- That was before you killed
one of her best friends.
All bets are off.
As far as she knows,
I could already be dead.
- You just got it all
figured out, huh?
- I know you don't.
It's not too late.
If I were you, I'd run.
- Yeah, if you were me,
you would run.
- Cut your losses, get a head
start. One-way ticket to Mexico.
- Yeah, sippin' tequila
by sundown, right?
- Yeah, that's right!
- Yeah! And then I could spend
the rest of my life watching
her post photos
of your stupid wedding, your
honeymoon, your goddamn kids,
living the life that I was
supposed to live!
(laughing)
- Do you really believe
you had any shot at that life?
- Until you showed up, yeah.
- So, what was your big plan,
hmm? What,
kidnap her?
Force her down
the aisle?
Put a gun to her head
until she said "I do"?
- Just shut--shut up! Shut up!
- Oh, you knew it was never
gonna happen, and it wasn't
because I showed up.
It's because of you! You can
only hide the crazy for so long.
You were never going to be
good enough for her.
- And neither are you.
(sobbing)
- Help me!
- Hang on!
I'm here!
- So am I.
Drop it!
Found your friend
looking a little lost.
- Let her go.
- Gang's all back together, huh?
Time to get the party started.
- This is about me and you
Brandon, no one else. You need
to let everyone go.
- I don't need to do anything.
It's my game and my rules,
and I'll decide
when it's over.
Get on the other side
of the table now!
Since you Psi Beta girls are so
good at breaking the rules,
I'm adding some fun.
You remember Wheel of Poison?
- We played with twenty
people back then.
- Well, I prefer to play
with two. Spin the wheel,
whatever you land on, you gotta
swallow, inhale, I don't care.
You record every single detail,
and all of this is gone
by the time
I get back in 60 minutes.
- 60 minutes? That's impossible.
- Well, either they do it
or I'm gonna kill you!
Clock starts now.
Let's go.
Have a seat, Kenzie.
- I wanna see him.
Reese! He's hurt!
- He's alive.
Boy!
An interesting choice
in life partner.
- He's a good man.
- Just sit down, Kenzie.
No one else needs to get hurt.
- Well, they should be on
the floor by now. I remember
that game doing you in.
- Brandon, stop! Please!
You got what you wanted.
- No, what I want
is for you to tell people
what really happened that night.
- You should know.
You were there.
- Yeah, I thought I was.
But then a week later,
I hear this crazy rumour
about how I made my girlfriend
of two and a half years
have sex with me.
They ate it all up! Golden boy
star athlete turned rapist.
- You got away with it.
What the hell does it matter?
- Who cares if the jury believed
me? The damage was done!
So, the only thing that's gonna
turn it around again is the
truth coming from your mouth.
- I can't see straight.
- You're doing great.
Come on.
- I can't.
- Hey,
remember what the pledge
captain always told us.
"It's not about chance
or choice when pledging,
only strength and survival."
- "Let your sisters give you
the strength to survive."
- You got this.
- So, you're gonna tell
everybody that that night
was no different
from any of the other hundreds
of times that we got drunk
and slept together!
- That's not what happened.
- Well, you gotta think, Kenzie.
I want you to think real hard.
I want you to pretend
like you're back on that
stand again, except this time,
you're gonna tell the truth.
(beep)
Tell people what really
happened that night.
- You poured me
a glass of scotch.
- Tell the truth.
- It should've been
like every other night,
but instead, my boyfriend
of two and a half years
raped me.
You brought me
into that room,
you shoved me on the table...
...you put your hand over
my mouth and you raped me.
I loved you, and you raped me.
And I will never be
the same again.
- I was really drunk that night.
And so were you, but...
No. No, we'd done that.
We'd done that a hundred times
before. We-- That was college.
We get drunk,
then we make stupid mistakes--
- You're blaming college now?
- You know me! I--I wouldn't do
something like that!
- But it was you.
- I never meant to hurt you.
- I know.
- I still love you.
I always will.
- It's over, Brandon.
- I really screwed this up, huh?
- You just need to put down
the gun. Then it'll be all over.
Reese!
- I had no choice.
He was never gonna stop
loving you.
Back in college,
I kept telling myself it was
just a case of bad timing.
Years later,
I was at a conference
in Florida.
And it was wrong,
but I looked him up.
We hit it off
instantly.
It was just like college
all over again,
except this time,
you weren't there.
He always
made me feel
like I was the only thing that
mattered. We had these...
wild weekends together.
I'd fly back and forth.
I really thought
that we were in love.
But then he found out
that you were engaged,
and that was it.
He snapped.
And I knew that if I didn't do
something, I was gonna lose him
all over again.
- This whole night
was your idea.
- Surprise.
But it was just supposed to be
a girls' night out gone
a little too wild.
Brandon would finally get
his revenge and be able to
let go of you and move on,
and he and I would be able
to live happily ever after...
...or so the story goes.
I had no idea
that he was gonna go so far
with the stupid tasks.
And Sadie!
- Joelle, this isn't you. I know
you. You're a good person.
- Sometimes good people
are capable of doing
very bad things.
- Joelle, no!
(gunshot)
- d Love was lost d
d In such a tragedy d
- I kept thinking
I was going to wake up,
that the whole night
was just a really bad dream.
But the nightmare
was real, and pretending it
never happened wasn't going
to make it go away.
It wasn't until I started to
tell my story that I could
feel the darkness lift
and I could breathe again.
It's never too late
to tell your story. Because
maybe it will give someone else
the courage to speak out.
We have to keep
telling these stories
until there are no more stories
like these to tell.
Instead,
we can tell the kinds
of stories that end with:
"And they lived happily
ever after."
- d For your life d