Greek (2007–2011): Season 1, Episode 6 - Friday Night Frights - full transcript

Previously on Greek:

I'm Rebecca Logan.
Casey's my Big Sis in the sorority.

- You're Senator Logan's daughter!
- You didn't mention you knew her.

Should've known my little brother
would volunteer.

- Way to take one for the team.
- Pledging's all about sacrifice.

- That is impressive.
- Thanks, Big Sis.

But if you really want to win,
you have to be willing to play dirty.

Right, Becks?

- Who sent it?
- I bet it's from Rebecca.

She didn't do this. Someone else
is holding the camera.

- Where's Rusty?
- What's the big emergency?



Lisa Lawson, Cap? She's even
easier to get into bed than you are.

Really?
Damn it, I'm losing my edge.

Hey, Rusty!

Remember me? Jen K?

- Crush baskets?
- Yeah.

Did you think ever that you might have
an un-secret admirer?

- You like me?
- Duh!

Spitter! Spitter! Spitter!

Calm down, Jamie Lee, it's just me.

I know. That nail polish
is super scary.

Be serious.

I have a crucial question to ask you.

Do these need more rhinestones?

Ash, they're puffy paint perfection!
The pledges are gonna flip.



I know, right?

Why you're going through the trouble?
We didn't have a party

- when we were pledges.
- It's simple.

Today's pledges are tomorrow's voters.

You said Obama was cute,
but this campaign event seems extreme.

For Zeta Beta President, you dork.

With the rest of the house
away at the Indiana game,

it's the perfect opportunity for me
to impress the girls.

There are a ton of fun exercises
in my Pledge Educator handbook.

After tonight the girls will
be bonded to each other,

to Zeta Beta, and most of all, to me.

- They must be so excited!
- Oh, that's the best part.

I told them to pack
for a mystery location.

I can't wait to surprise them!

We missed an away game to spend
the night in the living room?

Girls, tonight is about sisterhood.

It's about all of us taking the time

to connect on a deeper level.

By morning, we'll truly be sisters.

Now, who's up for a trust fall?

- Expect heavy rains...
- OK, so I finished mopping the floors,

- cleaned the bathrooms. Anything else?
- Yeah, uh, just one more thing.

Time to repaint the kitchen.

Uh...

It's Friday night. Everyone else
is out of town at the game.

Oh, poor Pledge Owens. You know, I drew
the short stick and got house duty too

but you don't see me getting teary.

Now, come on, if I'm here,
then my Little Bro is here.

- All right, where's the paint?
- I'm screwing with you!

Come on, plant a cheek.
Let's hang out for a bit.

Oh.

- Well, actually I...
- What?

- You've got someplace you'd rather be?
- No. No, no. I, um...

No, this is...

...great.
- Yeah.

- Want to watch TV?
- Love TV.

Damn.

Looks like we've got a mouse.

- Well, that sucks.
- Well, you know what sucks

is you pledges
still don't know how to clean.

God, you're easy.

That's the news for tonight.
Be safe out there.

- Coming up next, Alien.
- Oh, check it out, Alien.

- Spitter, a beer please. Thanks.
- You're the man.

Thanks, Spitter.

Hey, why the long face?

This party's got your three
favorite things: Beer, girls,

and a severe weather warning.

- I'm in a funk, Spitter.
- Come on.

Look at all the hot mamas here.

I'm currently off the market
because I'm in a relationship.

But if I didn't have a girlfriend,
I'd be all over this.

Subtle.

Cappie.

What about her?

We call her Saran Wrap.

Clingy.

- She's pretty.
- Her perfume gives me hives.

Cappie.

Now what could be wrong with her?

- Sleep apnea.
- You are in a funk.

Yeah, I just feel like I'm watching TV
and all that's on is reruns, you know?

Maybe I just need a furlough
from the females.

I could spend some time indulging
my other interests. Like beer.

And Days of our Lives.

And mentoring today's youth.
Speaking of which,

tell me about this girlfriend of yours?

Well...

Her name is Jen K.,
and she has these soft,

fluffy pink lips that
I could kiss forever.

Hold that thought.

My Harley popped a flat down the road.

- Can I come in?
- Dear God, yes.

Okay, everyone has a partner?

Best Friday night ever, right?

Way better than reruns
of Ghost Whisperer.

We've been pledge sisters
for six weeks,

- but we've barely even spoken.
- It boggles the mind.

This is about trusting that your sisters
will always be there for you,

that they will catch you
when you fall.

And trusting that they won't be skanky
sluts who sleep with your boyfriend.

So, when you're ready,
fall back and feel the support

of the Zeta Beta sisterhood!

Ooh! Ouija board!

Oh, my God, are you okay?

Brain pain.

- Who wants to go first?
- Oh, I do.

- Oh, me!
- Me too!

We'll have time later once we get
through my agenda of activities.

Casey, this corporate retreat
has been a non-stop funfest.

But what better way to learn
about the Zeta Beta legacy than

by talking to some old,
dead sisters?

Yeah.

That is, unless you're scared.

Rebecca, you should know that
I'm not scared of things that are evil.

- Prove it.
- Fine. And then we can move on.

Is anyone there?

Looks like nobody's home.

They must be at the football game.

Look!

- A spirit moves among us.
- Please, Rebecca totally moved it.

Spirit, tell us who you are!

V... I...

...R... G...

...I... N.

Virgin. I stand corrected.
It's not Rebecca.

Now, back to bonding.
How about some pledge trivia?

- Or we could tell ghost stories!
- Yeah. Let's do that.

Welcome to Kappa Tau.

I'm Cappie, your humble servant.

Cappie, huh? Cute.

So I've been told.

And, uh... And you are?

Destiny.

Exotic. Cosmic.

Me likey.

These are other people.
May I take your jacket?

Fine.

- Destiny, you are...
- Thirsty.

- Pour me a drink?
- What would you like?

Something with a bite to it.

I'll get you something
you can sink your teeth into.

- So should we call someone?
- Why?

- To fix your bike?
- Oh, right.

I'll let the storm blow over.

Are you a student?

You ask a lot of questions.
Do I need to have my lawyer present?

Kidding.

You learn to ask that in prison.

Kidding.

She's odd.

Yeah.

Oddly hot.

Let me guess, it's from my brother.

My, oh, my, isn't he Captain Romance?

How's the head wound?

I'm not showing any signs of
a concussion, so I should be OK.

- Are you pre-med?
- No. Just clumsy.

I see.

So I guess this proves
Rebecca Logan can't be trusted.

That was proven long ago.

- Via text message.
- Exactly.

Wait a second. How did you know
about that video?

- I sent it to you.
- What?

Rebecca and I
were in the same rush group.

I had a front row seat that night
for her little indiscretion.

- I thought you deserved to know.
- Wow.

- That video was painful to watch.
- So I shouldn't have sent it?

No. No, I'm glad you did.

In a weird way it helped me
process and purge.

I can't believe you were
the cell phone Scorsese.

Scorsese? You think?

I felt the framing was a little off,
especially towards the end.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I misinterpret snappy banter.

Just know that I was only
trying to help.

No matter what, there's always
one pledge who's on your side.

Thanks, Jen K.

Oh, I didn't mean me.
I was talking about Mandy.

Funny.

You're really funny.

I can see why my brother's so into you.

Legend has it, the ghost
was the spirit of an old student

who was the golden girl on campus.

Class president, prom queen,
all that crap.

But, she'd suffered
a horrible humiliation.

I heard it was some sort of sex scandal.

Anyway, she became
the laughingstock of the entire school.

And the humiliation made her snap!

She took a razor blade
and slashed the throats

of the most popular girls at school.

Then she arranged the bodies

in an elaborate fake slumber party.

And that's how they found her,
covered in blood,

pretending she had friends.

Dobler's is closed.

Can you freakin' believe it?

Perhaps because of the tornado watch.

So? It's karaoke Friday!

Their loss. I was gonna do my
reggae version of Lady Marmalade.

Ash...

Rebecca is totally hijacking
my slumber party.

She's in there telling ghost stories.
Help me get control back.

No problem. Let me handle this.

Everyone, listen up!

Did you know that a ZBZ died
in this house?

Ash.

Her name was Virginia.

I bet that was what
the Ouija board was spelling!

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

See? Told ya!

No!

Oh, man! She was just about
to blow it out the airlock!

- Thanks.
- What?

Now I know how it ends.

I'm sorry.

- Gotcha!
- Oh, ho ho!

Who's easy now?

I've seen that movie like 87 times.

Cell phones are out too.

What can two guys do alone in the dark?

Uh...

Uh, how about we catch that mouse?

- Great idea!
- Yeah.

Did you arrange this lighting?

Well, I do look best in candlelight.

And how do I look?

You look...

...familiar.

Let me guess, you've seen me
in your dreams?

Come on, Cappie,
is that the best you've got?

I love your smile. I just want
to put it in my pocket.

I love your eyes.

I want to gouge them out and wear them
on a chain around my neck.

You're a little bit twisted.

Refreshing.

Cap, can I borrow a candle?
I'm gonna look for some flashlights.

Will be in effect...
High winds have knocked out

power lines throughout the area.

Everyone is advised to stay inside.

She came here on purpose.

Hold the hysteria, everyone.
It's just the storm.

- Or is it Virginia?
- There is no Virginia.

Right, Ash?

Then why did they make this?

What is that doing there?

Frannie hung it there. She said it was
too depressing for daily viewing.

- I wonder how she died.
- She was probably murdered.

By a serial killer.

Who ate her!

Please.

I'm sure she died of something
boring like cancer.

And, Ash, we don't know
that she died in the house.

- If only we could Google her.
- Ah, but we can't.

Moving on.

How about we all gather around
for a sharing circle?

We could use these.

Oh, right! Books! Duh!

- Where's the lights, Spitter?
- Yeah, man.

- Spitter! Cut it out!
- Sorry.

- Wade, have you seen Cappie?
- No.

That girl Cappie's with
has been lying to us.

She said she came across
this house by accident,

but I found our address in her purse.

- What should we do?
- Spitter, come on.

Wade? You there?

OK, Alien versus Aliens. Discuss.

What's there to discuss? Alien.

Sigourney Weaver, uh, Ridley Scott,
it's in a different league.

Yeah, I don't know though. I don't know.
I mean, Aliens had James Cameron.

- And Paul Reiser.
- Paul Reiser?

You call that an argument?

No, Alien is a classic. Like Jaws.

Uh, please, don't...
don't bring up Jaws.

- My sister died in a shark attack.
- Yeah, right.

No, it's true.
It was two summers ago.

We were taking
surfing lessons in Hawaii.

She'd just caught her first wave.

I'll never forget the smile on her face.

Then all of a sudden
out of nowhere a fin appeared.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

We screamed for her to paddle,
but it was too late.

The shark attacked.

She screamed...

"I can't believe
you're buying this, Calvin!"

Oh, you jackass!

No, no, I don't even have a sister,
only brothers.

- And an addiction to horror movies.
- Oh, same here.

- Really?
- Yeah, yeah.

When I was a kid, my parents
would only let me watch PBS.

Late at night, I would sneak downstairs

and stay up all night
watching horror movies.

Watching two inches away
and you keep the volume low.

Which made it even scarier.

I know! Plus, in those 1980s slasher
movies, there's always a hot girl

- flashing her boobs.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Do you hear that?

- Evan.
- What?

It's right behind you.

Oh, Evan.

Yeah, you'll pay for that, Owens.

That's for your dead sister.

What?

- I think I'll need a bigger spatula.
- Yeah.

Cappie?

Manly scream you got there.

Yeah, well, you surprised me.

- Have you seen Cappie?
- I'm not his mother.

- Is the bathroom this way?
- Yeah.

Destiny, wait!

Why are you here?

Someone needs to work
on their listening.

I told you, my bike broke down.

How do you explain this?

- Where did you get that?
- Never mind that. I'm on to you.

- Relax.
- Hey, Wade...

Nice one, Spitter!

Yeah.

Who are you?

Sydney Bristow?

- OK, listen, I came here to see Cappie.
- You know him?

We went to Camp Kitchi-Wa-Wa
together ten years ago.

Why didn't you just say so?

Because...

God, this is so embarrassing.

Look...

My real name isn't Destiny,
it's Patty.

Back in camp, I was the fat girl.

A total outcast.

Cappie was the only thing
that made it worthwhile.

I had such a crush on him.

But he was part of the cool crowd.

So I promised myself that one day
I'd make him notice me.

- You chose tonight?
- I drove up from West Virginia.

Just my luck, there's a freakin'
hurricane outside.

Let's get Cappie and tell him.

No!

No, this is our little secret.

If you tell Cappie
it'll ruin our moment.

He deserves to know
who you really are.

This is who I really am!

Are you the same person
you were back then?

No, I'm not.

See? I swear I'll tell him
eventually. Cool?

Fine! Could you please release
your kung fu grip?

This is me being gentle. If I wanted to,
I could snap it like a twig.

I'm real glad we had this chat.

- I found her!
- She's wearing the Rachel.

Hello, hair clich?!

It says here that she was Pledge
Educator, just like you, Casey.

Really? I wonder if she planned
a slumber party.

In fact, she ran for President.

But according to these minutes,
she lost by one vote to Trudy Henderson.

- Oh, my gosh!
- What?

The election was the day she died.

You guys, I found out
how Virginia croaked.

She hung herself from the chandelier.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Gross.

She must have been really
depressed about losing.

How sad.

Sad? It's pathetic.

Who makes that big of a deal
about a stupid sorority election?

You're hypnotizing me
with those hips, aren't you?

Go ahead.

Try and pinch an inch.

- You can't, can you?
- You're perfect.

I'm perfect for you.

I couldn't agree more.

Cappie, you've got to come quick!

What is it, Lassie?
Is the barn burning down?

Yeah. Can't you see we're kind of busy?

It's Beaver. He's drunk.

And he's peeing in your closet.

Not again.

All right, stay here,
I'll be right back.

Well, they're urine-free.
You must have given him stage fright.

We don't have much time.

That's why we should
live in the moment.

No, I mean until Destiny finds us.

- She's not who you think she is.
- She's not a hot girl?

No, she is.

Then she's exactly who I think she is.

But you know her.
She went to camp with you.

What?

Listen, I might die for telling you
this, but her name isn't Destiny.

- It's Patty.
- Patty? From camp?

The only Patty there
was Patty the Fatty.

Oh, my God, she's Patty the Fatty!

What are the odds that she'd get
a flat tire outside of our house?

- Oh, my God, she came to see me.
- Yeah.

She's always had a crush on you.

She spent the past ten years
getting in shape

so you two could have a second chance.

- That is really...
- Insane.

- Hot!
- What?

A fat girl turned into
a hot chick for me.

It's like... It's like
a Reese Witherspoon movie!

She went through all that trouble
to get into shape,

the least I can do
is reward her effort, right?

- But she sounds crazy.
- Crazy like a fox.

A super fox in leather,
to be specific. I'm flattered.

You need to relax.

Listen. No, Cap...

I think she's dangerous.

She's really strong and
she got these crazy eyes.

- She tried to...
- Wow.

You're really mowing
that grassy knoll, huh?

I think I can handle her, Spitter.

Breathe, girls.

In through the nose,
out through the mouth.

This is all because of the storm.

The storm entered and knocked down
the chandelier?

No, the chandelier
is older than Madonna.

We've been trying to get
an electrician in here to secure it.

The wind made the house vibrate,
which was enough to make it fall.

But Casey, I saw the electrician
in here last week.

- That's not possible.
- This has got to be Virginia.

She is one pissed poltergeist!

You're freaking the girls out.

- Good, it's working.
- What is your problem?

These girls might buy your
slumber party bonding crap,

but I see right through it.
You just want their votes.

- That's not true.
- It's good politics.

- I'm impressed.
- Why are you sabotaging it?

First there's the whole
arch nemesis thing.

But also, I feel my pledge sisters

deserve to see how their
future leader reacts in a crisis.

Wait, everyone, shut up!

I know how to fix this.

We need to have a s?ance!

Great idea!

You see anything?

Not yet.

He's too fat to have gone far.

Evan, three o'clock.

All right, begin
Operation Rodent Round-Up.

Dinnertime, Mr. Rat.

- On three.
- OK.

- OK. Ready?
- Ready.

One.

Two.

- What the hell was that?
- I don't know.

Hey, Rusty.

What you watching?

A freaky, delusional romance
that could have deadly consequences.

Uh-huh.

So do you know
how to work this thingy?

I was kind of wondering when
cell service is gonna be back.

Cool. It's like magic.

Actually, it's a simple crank generator
that turns friction into electricity.

- Or magic!
- This just in:

Stonybrook Mental Institution reports
that one of their patients has escaped.

She's described as
a Caucasian woman, five-foot-eight...

...years old.

Listeners are warned to avoid contact
since she is considered unstable

and extremely dangerous.

Scary.

You have no idea.

We're ready.

- This is ridiculous, Ash.
- Trust me.

I had a Goth phase in middle school.
This s?ance will work.

Yeah, Casey. We gotta see this through.
Virginia's trying to tell us something.

Probably that there's
no such thing as ghosts.

Shh! OK, we all must be
quiet and relaxed.

Everyone close your eyes
and hold hands.

Eww! Clammy.

Virginia Horton,
the sisters of Zeta Beta Zeta

invite you to commune with us.

Maybe she has her cell phone turned off.

- Ow!
- Sorry. You were possessed.

Her spirit passed through me.

She's here!

Ashleigh, could you ask the ghost
what she wants so we can move on?

Virginia, tell us what you want.

I bet she wants us
to get back to bonding.

You guys, it's just the wind.

Um... I'm not so sure.

What do you think that was back there?

No idea.

I'm just, uh, hoping
it doesn't bleed acid.

Don't worry, little bro,
I'll protect you.

Why do you think I need protecting?

Well...

You seemed a little scared, that's all.

Me? No. I've faced some pretty
vicious animals in my day.

See that?

My little sister's bunny, Flopsie,
took a chunk out of it.

I needed four stitches
and a tetanus shot.

That's nothing.

Petting zoo, 1998,
got attacked by a rogue goat.

Six stitches and
they closed the zoo for a week.

Paper route, eighth grade. Rabid poodle
attack, 12 stitches and I passed out.

Poodle? Try a polo horse.
I fell off one four years ago,

- got a concussion and a CAT scan.
- Ah, head trauma, huh? Explains a lot.

- What?
- Uh...

It's on the move!

You guys,
there's no such thing as ghosts.

Right, Ashleigh?

You can never be too safe.

Casey, tell them
they're being ridiculous.

Well, you did call Virginia pathetic.

- Everyone heard you.
- But I was kidding!

I was kidding! It was just a joke!

Oops. Loose brick.

You guys... look.

The ghost is writing us notes!

Virginia is such a pretty name!

I don't think these are notes.
I think these are votes.

Then that can only mean one thing.

Someone fixed the election.

The minutes said
that Virginia lost by one vote.

But if these were counted,
she would have won.

You guys...

I know what we have to do!

All clear! Sweep the room.

You know, we really make a good team.

Yeah, like, uh, Jackie Chan
and Chris Tucker.

To think I thought, you know,
we wouldn't get along.

- Really?
- You know, you're...

You know.

Um, what?

You're pals with Rusty.

Him and I aren't exactly amigos.

Yeah, I know,
I was there for paddlegate.

Oh, yeah.

It's cool you can see beyond that, man.

Well, you know, I just try to stay out
of other people's business, you know?

I do. And I respect that.

You know how many people want in
my business because I'm a Chambers?

Yeah. It's... It's crazy how
one little word can define you.

- Totally.
- Uh...

Evan, there's something
I think you should know.

What is it?

- Giant snake! Above you!
- Nice try.

- Get it off! Get it off!
- Get away from him, you bitch!

Get it off me! Get it off me!

Counter-clockwise! Counter-clock...

Cappie?

I really need to talk to you.

Cappie?

Dude, give me a second.
It's just number one.

The bathroom is that way, Beav!

Why do they keep moving it?

What the hell?

Whoa!

Do you like my art project?

I can see you're influenced
by the deconstructionist movement.

Ah... Sit down.

We're not done.

I'm really good at arts and crafts.

I can see that.

This was what I did
every day at camp, alone,

while everybody else
played kickball and rode horses.

Well, creativity is a much more
transferable skill.

I'd imagine this was me and Cappie,
holding hands for eternity.

I can see the resemblance.

Now, I kind of picture this as us
and all our friends.

Oh, look. This is you.

Oopsy.

- Listen, Patty.
- Destiny!

Destiny.

I know what it's like to want
to go back and revise history.

I wasn't always this cool frat guy
you see before you.

But...

...you just can't change the past.

And you can't make someone love you.

Yes, I can!

Tonight is going to be perfect.

You'll see.

Because I have waited too long
to let anything mess this up.

Or anyone.

# Camp Kitchi-Wa-Wa
It's really fun

# It's really fun, Camp Kitchi-Wa-Wa

# Our campers are the bravest ones

# We don't write letters to our mamas #

- You remembered me?
- Of course.

From the moment you walked in.

How could I forget
the way the water glistened

off your Wonder Woman bathing suit?

You didn't stand up for me!
You let them call me names!

I know, and that was wrong.

I was young and stupid.

Do you have any idea what it's like

to love someone
who has caused you so much pain?

Cappie, look out!

That's it?

Excuse me?

I lost eighty pounds for that?

I've never had any complaints before.
Let me just try a better angle.

Yeah, no, that's OK. Listen, it's
been fun, but I really need a doughnut.

- Stay in touch!
- Uh-huh. Yeah.

Sisters of Zeta Beta Zeta,
this election is called to order.

Our President is the person who shapes
the future of our sisterhood.

It is a role that requires vision,

tenacity and grace, so choose wisely.

We have two candidates this evening:
Virginia Horton and...

- What's that chick's name?
- Trudy Henderson.

Trudy Henderson!

Would anyone like to make a supporting
statement for either candidate?

I'd just like to say that Virginia
seems like the clear choice.

She is by far the skinniest,
prettiest, most worthy candidate.

She's definitely not pathetic.

- In any way.
- Thank you, Pledge Logan.

Let's get on with the voting.

All in favor of Virginia Horton,
raise your hand.

Well, it looks like...

- Wait! Hold on, I'm not done counting!
- Ash, it looks unanimous.

Virginia Horton wins.

Congratulations, Virginia!

This election is adjourned.

- Now what?
- Now we can get on with our evening.

Do you think it worked?

Apparently so.

- Let's hear it for Casey, everybody!
- Yeah, Casey.

Now who's up for some ice cream?

It looks like you owe Casey your life.

The exterminator's gonna be here
in two hours.

Two hours?
OK, I think we can make it until then.

What do we tell the guys?

I say we never speak of this again.

Everybody's got their secrets, right?

Right.

In other news, police have
apprehended the escaped mental patient.

Officials say that luckily
the 60-year-old woman had a bad hip

and was unable to travel far.

Could I be a bad kisser?

It's like having a dangling booger,
someone would tell me, right?

Cap, you can't listen to what she said.
She was crazy after all.

She wasn't crazy, she was in love.

It's a fine line between the two.

She drove here from
West Virginia to find you.

She went after what she wants.

You have to admire that.

- But what did it get her?
- Closure.

Now she can move on.

Guys...

Look who I found outside.

- Hey, Timmy!
- Timmy!

I'm so glad that I found you.

Who's my buddy? Who's my buddy?

What's up with the redecorating?

Just putting Virginia back
where she belongs.

After tonight,
she deserves to be up there.

Yeah, funny thing about tonight.

What a coincidence that these votes
were hidden in the fireplace.

I know, right?

And what's more impressive
is one of them's in Casey's handwriting.

- Crazy, huh?
- Really?

What a coincidence.