Spotlight on Location: The Skulls Page #4

---

No. No!|No!

No-o-o!

Lucas. Lucas.

I've been looking all over for you.|I need to talk to you right now.

Uh, Chloe, this is Caleb|Mandrake. We've met, at Exeter.

Did we date?

Once or twice.|You obviously found it...

...as unforgettable|as I did.

Um, catch up with you later.

Right. Sure.

Look, uh, Luke,|I feel really ridiculous...

...but I left my key|inside of you-know-where.

I don't want to look|like a screw-up so early...

...in the game, so could|I please borrow yours?

Of course. But last|I checked, Caleb...

...they didn't kick people out|for being forgetful, huh?

Thanks, Lucas.

Dominating the entire room|in six-foot letters...

...is carved the word "war. "

The main room is about 80 feet|across, and it's magnificent...

with nearly ten pillars...

...made entirely|of travertine marble.

150 years of wealth.|I've never seen... You.

- Caleb Mandrake.|- You broke into my car...

...you stole my key,|you stole my book.

Now I want the camera, I want the|tape, and I want my stuff back now.

Okay. No problem, man. Just calm down.

Here's your key. You can have|that, but, um, I got your book.

I don't have it with me, though, and we can|get that anytime. Okay? But just calm down.

I'll be with you till dawn.|It's 2:45...

Will.

Will, man.

Hey, Will.

Will! Will!|Help me!

Somebody help me!|Help me!

Help me!

I don't understand.

Will would... I mean,|he was the last person...

Sometimes we don't know people|as well as we think we do.

Look, I have a few|questions. Then...

I think you should|get some sleep.

Did you touch anything|besides the doorknob?

I- I don't know. I'm in|here a lot. All the time.

Why were you here at 3:00 in the|morning? Do you work for the newspaper?

No, I just wanted|to talk to him.

What would you have to talk to|him about at 3:00 in the morning?

We had had an argument.|It was no big deal.

So you had a fight.|What was this fight about?

Don't put words in my mouth.|I told you we had an argument.

We were roommates. That's|all there was to it. Whoa.

Calm down. It seems like you're|getting a little excited here.

What are you|trying to say?

- What are you trying to say?|- Easy, son.

I'm just saying plain and simple,|what was the argument about?

That's all.

Detective Sparrow, Martin Lombard.|I'm the university provost.

Do we have to|do this now?

Can we give him|a break?

I have a few more questions, but|maybe this isn't the right time.

I'll be in touch.|You can go, Mr. McNamara.

Get some sleep.

Excuse me.|Excuse me.

Oh, my God.

Lucas.

I just heard. I'm sorry.|I'm so sorry.

What am I gonna|tell his mother?

This should go too.

Hey, uh, you want|I should pack these too?

I have something to tell you.

Will was doing|an expose on the Skulls.

He had a lot of interest|from a lot of papers.

Even job offers.|I know.

I found his notes.

Why couldn't you have|told me about this sooner?

Will made me|promise not to.

If this article had something|to do with his suicide...

I think the police should know...|they've been around asking questions.

You can't talk to them. Did this story|have something to do with Will's death?

Did it?|I don't know, Chloe.

I don't know.

I guess if we were the|friends we thought we were...

...maybe...

...maybe things might have|turned out differently.

I lied.

Will lied.

And now you're lying.

You're lying to me.

Move. Move!

Detective Sparrow.

Did you learn any truth|in class today, Lucas?

Your girlfriend told us what|your fight with Will was about.

She's not my girlfriend.

Okay, then, your friend|who's a girl.

We also found something quite|interesting. What's that?

Will Beckford had a contusion|on the back of his head.

Normally when people hang themselves,|they don't have a contusion...

...like they hit themselves in the back|of the head with a sledge hammer.

Clearly, something violent happened|to Will Beckford before his suicide...

...or what was made|to look like a suicide.

Don't let it keep you up nights,|McNamara, because we're doing our work...

...and I know how deeply|concerned you are.

I'll get back to you.

Unless you want to get|back to me first.

He has got a left hook that|took a man out in 30 seconds.

He has what they call|a puncher's chance.

That is, if he gets inside...|He's not a boxer.

Gentlemen.

Tonight begins|the revealing process...

...the final stage of your|admission into the order.

Come with us|into liars' hell.

Gentlemen,|do come in.

I'm Dr. Rupert Whitney, class|of'73. I'm head of protocol.

I'll be your guide|for the next few weeks.

The revealing process|is our most sacred ritual.

It's been a Skull tradition|since the late 1700s...

...and it is the foundation|of your class's commitment...

...to each other.

Each soul mate pair will|be placed within the device.

And then you may ask them|any question you want...

...about anything that you want.

The object is to learn all|that you can about each other.

After they've revealed|all to your satisfaction...

...release them.

Which pair wants|to go first?

Caleb and I will.

Hey, Luke,|what's your worst fear?

My worst fear?

My worst fear is that|I'll always be alone.

My mother was killed|in a car crash...

when I was so young that I|can't even remember her face.

My whole life, I never had any|family, up until a couple years ago...

when I met a friend who|became like a brother to me.

And then last week, he|was taken from me too.

Why do you think this|keeps happening, Caleb?

Huh? Any ideas? I don't know,|Luke. Who can answer that?

You can. You can tell me the|worst thing you've ever done.

I had an affair|with my mother's best friend.

Why are you so afraid|of your father?

My father always|covers for me...

...always gets me|out of trouble.

I never take responsibility|for anything.

Fine. Then take|responsibility for this.

What's the worst thing|you've ever done?

- God, where do I start...|- Don't play games with me, Caleb!

What's the worst thing|you've ever done? The worst?

- What are you talking about?|- I know what you did.

What are you|talking about?

Know where|I found this? Hmm?

Thank you.

I lost this...

...and I wondered|where it went.

Gentlemen.|Congratulations.

McNamara, Mandrake, the|chairman would like to see you.

I'll be waiting|upstairs.

He's a Skull.

- Would you excuse us, Marty?|- Certainly.

Well done, Luke.|Well done.

Don't give me your "well dones. "|I wanna know the truth...

...about what happened|to Will Beckford that night.

The truth.

Well, I think your soul mate|has a right to hear the truth.

Don't you, Caleb?

Your roommate stole|both my book and my key.

That's why I asked|to borrow yours.

Then I went to the ritual room,|and he was photographing everything.

You broke into my car! You stole my|key, my book! I tried to stop him.

- I want your camera, the|tape, and my stuff back now.

Okay, here's your key.

You can have that. I got your|book. I don't have it with me.

- We can get that any time.|- No, I'll tell you what. You give me the key.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes