There are three major components
that make college a blast.
- Sex... - Oh!
...drugs...
...and rock 'n' roll.
But for me and my friends,
rock 'n' roll was more like hip hop with a hint of trap
and a former stripper spitting the verse.
But there's an underground scene to all of that.
And when it surfaces, things can get really dark.
And when that happens,
what was supposed to make college
the best time of your life can actually ruin it.
Hello.
Police everywhere?
Oh, my God, what happened?
Yo, some guy just got pinched.
Probably drugs.
Something about a dealer getting popped.
Yep, a classic two to the back of the head.
Mm.
Oh, no. I bet it was Vivek.
Yo, deadass, Vivek's dead.
What?
Hey guys.
Did somebody get shot?
♪ Watch out, world, I'm grown now ♪
♪ I'm grown ♪
♪ Learn something new every day ♪
♪ I don't know, so I'm-a feel my way ♪
♪ Got the weight of the world ♪
♪ On me ♪
♪ But no regrets, this is what I say ♪
♪ Watch out, world, I'm grown now ♪
- ♪ I'm grown ♪ - ♪ You can tell me ♪
♪ My heart beating so loud ♪
♪ Mama, look, I'm grown now ♪
♪ I'm grown ♪
So, turns out it wasn't Vivek.
It was one of the campus' biggest drug dealers, Arturo.
And it wasn't drugs that put him in the ambulance.
Yeah.
Arturo's girlfriend wasn't thrilled
with him throwing it to half the girls in her sorority.
So she shot him?
- That's insane. - That's cool!
Insane.
Obviously insane.
Well, is there anything I can get you?
Wow, your boy is touched you guys were so worried.
Yes. Very worried.
It's because your names are in my phone asking for pills.
- What? - What?
This guy.
If you can delete our text history, that'd be great.
Yes.
But, okay, honestly, Vivek,
if you're stressed out, we're here for you.
Why would I be stressed?
Because somebody who does what you do got shot.
I mean, if I knew
that girls with perfect hair and soulful eyes
were being targeted, I'd have a police escort on me 24/7.
- Targeted? - That's kind of...
That guy couldn't keep it in his pants.
That's got nothin' to do with V-Didge.
I appreciate the concern,
but I think you guys are overreacting.
No more drugs!
No police state!
So, apparently I wasn't the only one overreacting.
Cal U had officially declared a war on drugs,
and half the student body was not happy about it.
Students.
Students, calm down!
Calm down.
This is the same Cal U campus you know and love
only with unexpected drug testing and room searches.
It'll be like a surprise party only with grave consequences.
Consequences?
You think white students who pay full tuition are gonna be targeted?
Or those legacy fools?
No, it's gonna be students who look like us.
- Mr. Jackson, what are you doing? - I agree with you.
- No. - Let me see that really quick.
Thank you so much.
Everybody, wake up! All right?
Zero tolerance means zero minorities.
- No. No. - We need to stand up
- and say no to a police state. - No. That's...
Say no to a police state!
Say no to a police state! Thank you.
- No police state! - Students!
No police state!
What this young man said is, respectfully, not true.
Yes it is!
No matter the color of your skin,
white or...
non-white,
if you are caught with any contraband,
you will be expelled.
To quote the late, great Whitney, "Crack is whack."
It just is.
Whitney said a lot of things.
Ooh. An 11:00 AM Addy.
I see we've graduated from using it to study,
to party, to sunny and it's a Tuesday.
It's Wednesday,
so you're clearly the one with the problem.
- Mm. - I just have to study at some point.
Please tell me you're wearing that to be funny,
like when I wear my "Lesbians for Ben Carson" shirt.
Funny?
Nomi, a person died here last night.
This campus is basically becoming Miami
during the coke wars of the '80s.
Yeah, I mean, it's not like exactly what's going on here.
Well, no.
Not while Dean Parker's here cleaning up these streets.
Oh, it is hot out here.
He's our modern-day Ronald Reagan.
You go, Dean Parker!
Oh, yes, thank you, young lady.
I guess I kind of agree with Ana.
What?
Okay, the way she is eyeing
Dean Parker/your uncle is disgusting.
- Yeah. - But I don't want
any of us to end up like Miami in the '80s.
No more drugs!
What is wrong you with?
You look like you just got chased through a 10k.
I don't know. I don't feel so great.
I'm probably just burning up from all the oppression!
Uh, we gon' bounce.
You can fight the power,
but we got a big track meet coming up
and don't want to catch whatever the hell you got.
- Yeah, just keep your glistening - Guys. Guys.
oppression to yourself.
You must be going crazy.
Crazy? Why?
Because the administration is cracking down on dealers.
Please tell me you're out of business for a minute.
Okay.
That look on Vivek's face
said he was far from out of business.
With Arturo gone and the other dealers on campus laying low,
the demand was high.
And Vivek, the only guy brave...
or stupid... enough to keep dealing had the supply.
And pretty quickly, he also had the monopoly.
In a matter of days, Vivek went from ashy to classy.
Dude stole that whole European kiss move from me.
Whatever. It's his now, I guess.
And our two-hour wait for a table
turned into VIP service.
Since when did Vivek,
the sweet dork whose mom still sends him
multivitamin coupons from Target,
become the king?
Um, since when did they add a VIP section at Titanium?
Everywhere I go now is VIP.
I've been to Paris.
Excuse me, what's happening with this new baby baller look?
Did you miss a layaway payment on your Givenchy?
Please, that look was nouveau riche.
This is low-key classy.
Money speaks and wealth whispers, bro.
- Mm. - Yo.
- What up, man? - What's up, brother?
- Yeah, man. - Hey, we're posting up
at The Box tonight. You coming through?
Yeah, yeah, absolutely.
Okay, let me introduce you
to Balty Winthrop, the richest kid at Cal U.
Oh, and The Box is a super dope space on campus
where the Winthrop family used to store their crew boats.
And unfortunately for that nice family,
right now, it's in the hands of Balty.
You guys want to come, too?
So you just rollin' with Balty now?
Count me the [Bleep] in.
I'm out. Hard pass.
I'm not being that guy's plus one.
Seriously? What else are you gonna do?
I'll find my way.
I'm out, too.
I'm hosting a comedy fundraiser
to support the extra police presence on campus.
It'll be fun.
I mean, more like global whining.
Am I right?
You know?
But Zoey, you're not really thinking about going, are you?
Look, do I love that Vivek is still dealing?
I do not.
But do I love the fact that I just got invited to The Box?
I really do.
Yeah, I'm going with Vivek.
Yeah you are.
Extra strength or extra extra strength?
Just grab anything.
The doctor said some over-the-counter meds
should help kick our flu.
So, is "over-the-counter" a specific brand?
Whoa.
I thought I was bad. You guys look like wet garbage.
Yeah, because you gave us
whatever nasty crap you're sick with.
Thanks a lot, you germy jackass.
Hey, it's not my fault that college is a petri dish, okay?
Sheesh.
So, um, what are you guys looking for?
I don't know.
I've never had to buy this stuff.
My mom always did it for me.
Mine, too.
- Obviously. - Yeah.
- These yours? - Yeah.
Oh, my God, I've died and gone to Arizona State.
Nomi, can you believe that we're at...
The Box?
So, this was The Box,
and yeah, it was pretty cool.
There were unlimited cocktails,
amazing food,
and I was pretty sure the person playing the piano
was Ed Sheeran.
I had never been to a party like this,
but I could definitely get used to it.
And the most mind-blowing part of it all
was Vivek, who looked right at home.
- Good, Zoey? - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good. I basically live here now.
Spiritually.
Grab a drink, and we'll do a lap.
If we're gonna do a lap, let's do a lap.
Yo, Vivek.
Hey, where the hell you been, man?
- Hey, Balty, this is my homegirl, Zoey. - Right, whatever.
Hey, people are waiting, bro. Come on. Let's go.
He's dope, right?
Be right back.
We tried to make it to practice,
but halfway through, I threw up
on some losers playing Quidditch.
They deserved it, girl.
Mm, I haven't felt this bad
since I got mono from my step-sister.
Maybe we should eat.
The dining hall closes in 15 minutes.
Am I up?
Am I standing?
Yo, guys.
Well, look who it is.
Freaking patient zero over there.
We should beat his ass.
Hey.
Are we up?
Are we beating his ass?
Stop.
Stop!
So, I had done 16 laps and was starting to feel
like this wasn't my scene.
And no amount of pills or champagne
was going to make me feel comfortable.
It was definitely time to find Vivek,
pull Nomi off that piano player,
who, it turns out, was just some homely ginger,
and go the hell home.
- Vivek. - Hey!
Dope party last night, right?
I mean, less dope for me
'cause I've been so many times that it's like, okay Box, relax.
But still fun, right?
You're dealing coke now?!
Oh.
Uh, I sort of thought
we were gonna do a fun recap of the night,
riff a little.
- No? - No.
This isn't funny, Vivek.
I think you're messing with some really bad stuff.
Hold up. You had no problem popping that Addy last night.
Or any night. Or any morning.
You know, my guess is you're on it right now.
Well, that's different.
That's... That's prescribed by a doctor.
Yeah, but not to you. And not by your doctor.
All drugs are the same, pills just have better PR.
Like Kale or Cuties.
So if it's all the same,
you wouldn't have a problem selling me coke?
Popping what's basically speed
and snorting blow are the same thing.
They're just a couple molecules apart.
Too much of either, and your heart's gonna stop.
Hey, don't...
don't turn this around on me.
You're the coke dealer now.
You know, Balty calls me his party concierge.
Balty. As in Balty Winthrop.
You think anything happens
and Dean Parker is going to expel Balty Winthrop?
No!
No, because his family built this school
and you're the brown kid on financial aid
who's gonna take the fall.
To them, you're disposable.
Zoey, you're being really extra.
No. God, no.
I'm being your friend,
and those guys are not your friends.
I-I grew up around rich assholes like that.
I know when someone's being used.
Okay, look, Zoey.
I don't expect you to understand this,
but when I'm with them,
I don't feel like the cab driver's son.
And not just because
I was on Balty's helicopter last week.
I do understand...
No, you don't.
Okay?
I woke up not feeling like the poor kid today.
And if I get things right with them,
that's a feeling I can have for the next four years.
And after that, I can have whatever life I want.
But you can have all the money in the world,
but you are always going to be the cab driver's son.
And you know what?
You seem to be the only person here
who has a problem with that.
Look, Zoey, how about you do you
and I do me and it's all good?
So there it was.
I said my piece, and Vivek told me to back off.
He was comfortable in this world
and seemed to have it all figured out.
But the one thing he hadn't figured out...
Oh, my God, Vivek.
...was that everyone wants a shot at the king.
Where is everyone?
Oh, I...
Oh, my God, Vivek got jumped?
Robbed?
Somebody messed him up?
He's in the hospital?
Intensive care?
This again?
Bruh, it's quiet. I'm going back to bed.
Uh... I couldn't reach them.
I was in the middle of a deal, and...
out of nowhere, a few guys rushed me.
That's horrible.
I mean, thank God you walked away
with only a broken arm and bruised face.
It could've been so much worse.
Yeah, I know.
I got cocky and stupid. I'm sorry.
- You don't have to apologize. - Vivek!
- Oh. - Mom.
Oh. What happened?
The hospital said you were robbed.
Campus police are outside. They said drugs are involved?
Please talk to us, Vivek.
At that moment, I didn't see the king anymore.
I saw a scared kid who got in over his head
trying to be something he wasn't.
Uh... H-Hi. I-I'm Zoey.
We go to school together,
and the police have it all wrong.
Um...
we... we got mugged,
me and Vivek.
It was totally random,
one of those wrong place, wrong time kind of situations.
Vivek... protected me.
Okay, uh, Mike, this is for your congestion.
Jazz, this is for the headache.
Sky, for the fever.
And the whiskey?
Oh.
This is for the turn up after the meds wear off.
Actually, you can die from that.
I don't think that we should. I'm gonna hide it.
That's a better idea.
Thanks for taking care of us.
Oh, no doubt. I know how it is.
I remember last year,
I got sick the first week of school,
I didn't know anybody, and, uh...
Yeah, it sucks being sick,
but it feels even worse when you're alone.
I'm sorry we said you looked like a dehydrated Leslie Jones.
You said that?
Oh.
We said a lot of stuff.
Yeah, after you left, we went on a whole run.
So...
Hey.
I just wanted to thank you for what you did.
You know, covering with my parents.
Well, even though I wanted to actually murder you,
I will always have your back.
Oh, who's your friend?
This is my boy, Vali.
He's in the engineering program with me.
Nice to meet you.
You, too. That's great.
So you're back to hanging out with your engineering friends?
Yeah, definitely.
Hey, hold up.
Always count your crew's money in front of them.
Cool. You're good now.
Thanks, boss.
Aah. Aah!
What the hell was that?
You're back to dealing again?
- Zoey, come on... - No, I'm serious.
Look, after all that stuff went down,
I realized I have to work smarter, not harder,
and keep myself insulated,
so I hired a little help.
That's what you realized?
Vivek, I lied to your parents.
I put myself on the line for you.
I know, and when I said thank you, I meant it.
Look, you always have my back,
and I hope you know I have yours.
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll really do make college a blast.
It's the best time of our lives.
Some of us feel invincible...
even though we're far from it.
I don't want to watch the Hip Hop Awards.
- Please don't change it. Don't change it. - We watching it.
Sure, it's all fun and games
until the underground scene comes to the surface.
And even though Vivek was cool
with stepping into that darkness,
I wasn't,
and I was done enabling him.
I didn't want to ever be one of those people
doing coke with Balty.
I had to have my own back.
- What up, guys? - Oh, hey.
Looks like none of us are rotting on the inside anymore.
- Whew. - Yeah.
Yeah, that flu was crazy.
I wonder how we all got sick in the first place.
Hey, pigeons, that tickles.
Let this be a lesson to you kids.
Murder is... messy.
Mint?
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
I'm proud of you.
Oh, well.
Guess we'll never know, right?
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