The Order

Happy birthday, Mom.

Make a wish.

Jack Morton?

We discussed this, Vera. Jack Morton isn't Order material.

Based on his academic achievements alone, I'd argue he's one of our best candidates.

He can't even afford Belgrave's tuition fees.

Well, some of our brightest stars came from similar backgrounds.

I got the letter from Belgrave.

Thin.

Bad sign.

- The boy's a delinquent. - He's student council president.

- An orphan. - A track and field champion.

- A loner. - Because popularity is so important.

More than you'll ever know.

"Dear, Mr. Morton..."

The matter's closed.

I've already put him out of his misery.

If Jack Morton isn't a student, he can't pledge.

This university is my jurisdiction.

A privilege we may have to reconsider.

The Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose has standards,

and Jack Morton doesn't measure up.

"Thank you for your application to Belgrave University.

We regret to inform you..."

I'm sorry, Mom.

I did everything I could.

Weird.

"We are pleased to inform you that you've been selected for the admission

to the Belgrave class of... 2023.

Full scholarship.

Living allowance." Mom, I...

I got in!

I got in! Fucking A! Ha ha!

I'm sorry for your loss.

Jack! Wakey wakey, hands off snakey!

Holy shit.

It's alive.

- Good morning, Pops. - How long you been up?

Not long.

You know, you don't have to move to campus.

It's an easy commute from here.

Residency is part of the deal.

Besides, I figured you could use my room as your office.

Uh? Huh.

What the hell do I need an office for?

I don't know. Office stuff.

- The garage gets cold in the winter. - The cold keeps me focused.

Hey, you got everything?

- Have you got everything? - Yeah.

No.

- Keys. - Keys.

I know they're in here somewhere.

Oh, God. Where did I leave them?

This is really weird

- Hey, Pops. - Yeah.

Ah!

Thank you! I told you they were here.

And as for Belgrave's favorite son...

Fuck you, Edward.

My daughter is dead because of you.

EDWARD COVENTRY

TURNING MEDICAL PHILANTHROPY ON ITS HEAD

Fuck you, Dad.

We're coming for you.

Ah. I can get you closer.

Also good.

What's the matter? Don't want your crazy grandfather

scaring all those one percenter parasites?

Basically.

Make sense, I guess.

Look at it, kid. The plan's all coming together.

Your mother would be so proud. All your hard work's paid off.

You got into Belgrave.

- You're gonna get pledged. - Maybe.

Think positive, champ. The Blue Rose would be crazy not to take you.

Put yourself out there, make yourself available.

Make people notice you.

And don't take no for an answer.

All incredibly disturbing advice.

Er, it's advice.

Look, Pops, you know I'm gonna...

Yeah.

See you for dinner Sunday?

Of course.

Okay.

Go get 'em.

You get pledged,

- we get that motherfucker. - Way to keep it on the down-low, Pops.

He'll be fine.

No, no!

The fire

represents our undying bond of brotherhood.

The sword represents strength.

Ah!

Ow!

Shit.

Ow. Oh, shit.

Blood unifies us.

It makes us one.

Now, drink from the goblet

and commit your life to

the...

To the...

Dude, come on.

To the Fraternal Brotherhood of Sigma Sigma Delta.

Er, no.

Thanks, though.

If it's the blood, I'm totally clean.

I mean, I had hep C after a trip to Mexico,

- but that's all cleared up now. - It's not the blood.

It's the robes.

Isn't it?

I keep telling the National Charter we want to ditch this crap,

but they keep telling us it's tradition.

No! No, the robes are...

are fine. They give you a sense of dignity.

Then what the fuck, Morton?

We've been tracking you since you won that scholarship.

Your bona fides are sick.

- You're textbook Delta material. - Look...

- Dale. - Dale.

I appreciate it. I do.

It's not you.

It's me.

I'm holding out for another organization.

Hey, man, what are you doing?

Can I just get my stuff back?

Okay, house rules. If I catch you breaking them,

- I got a report you, so... - Don't break any rules.

Don't let me catch you, that's right.

Pants on, Clay. We're coming in.

Jack Morton, Clayton Turner.

Hey.

Have you ever wondered why you exist?

Not really.

Of course not. All you can see is the carrot they want you to chase.

A good job, a loving wife,

the kids, the summer house,

credit cards, the debt.

They want you to be a cog in their system.

And then, just like that...

you're dead.

There's so much to experience, so much to taste.

Don't let someone else define you.

Don't waste this opportunity.

Don't...

touch my shit.

Also, nice to meet you.

Yeah, you, too.

Any questions about changing roommates? No?

Great.

You lose your key. It's 75 bucks to replace it.

Here is your welcome package. It's got your map of campus,

complete with all male, female, and non-binary bathroom locations.

There's a bunch of coupons for stuff you'll never buy.

There is a rape whistle and a "How Not to Rape" pamphlet.

- Any questions? - Nope.

But if you need a hand with anything, don't hesitate to ask.

I think I'm supposed to say that.

- Is that a...? -

Hey. Weston, right? Jack Morton, I'm your neighbor..

- What's up? - Lucky you.

- And you're Gregory. - Yeah. So?

That's what I was thinking. Hey, congratulations.

Okay.

- Thank you, I guess. - You know, the blue rose.

Were you expecting the pledge or was it a surprise?

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Yeah, I got it.

But if you were pledged by a secret society,

would it be your academic record that got you noticed?

I'd say you sound like a fucking idiot right now.

- Are you a legacy? - Dude, back the fuck off, okay?

- Just asking a question. - You ask too many fucking questions!

I don't want any trouble. Okay?

Too late.

- -

Whoa, hey, hey, dick!

You do not want to be second man in.

God, I love the smell of testosterone in the morning.

It smells like... stupidity.

I... ah.

It's just a misunderstanding, for which I apologize. Are we good?

Fucking good, man.

See you later.

Jesus!

- You literally stood there. I was get... - Man, I tried...

They say college is where you meet your true friends.

Apparently, it's also where you meet your best enemies.

Sorry about that.

I'm Jack.

Ah, hi, Jack.

I'm just trying to give a tour, so...

- Right. - Yeah.

Okay. Well, welcome, everyone,

and congratulations on your acceptance to Belgrave University.

I'm Alyssa Drake and I'll be your tour guide today.

Sitting on over 500 acres of land,

Belgrave University is considered by many to be a city within a city.

It's hard to believe that at one time

the university consisted of a single building,