Spotlight on Location: The Skulls Page #5

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I'll give you the key.

- We'll get the book together.|You won't say anything.

- All right. Calm down.|- I won't say anything.

- Nothing'll happen to you,|and everything'll be fine.

How about...

...if I tell you|I can't do that, all right?

Get off me!

No!

He fell...

...and he broke his neck.

Man, there was nothing|I could do.

Nothing you could do?|You could've called the police.

Caleb... Nothing...|Will is dead!

We didn't go to the authorities because|we knew where that would've gotten us.

Caleb's future,|my judicial hopes...

...our obligation to the|Skulls to keep our oaths...

would've been ruined|because of an accident.

So, we took this accident|and made it look like a suicide.

Let's not forget... Will Beckford|illegally broke into a car.

He's a thief, and he trespassed|where he didn't belong.

This isn't right.

Well, it may not be right,|but it worked.

This is your preacceptance to|the law school of your choice.

I haven't even applied to|law school yet. Imagine that.

It's all paid for.

I would do anything|to protect you.

Won't you do the same|for me?

Miss, would you bring me another cup|of coffee and some fresh milk, please?

Sorry about that.|Excuse me.

You took quite a risk|by calling me.

You said to call any time I wanted|to shoot the sh*t. Remember, Senator?

Do you know?|I'm on the council, son.

Even Litten Mandrake couldn't pull|off a cover-up like this by himself.

Here you go.|Thank you.

How are you managing with|your decision to remain silent?

How are you managing|with yours?

Our society's|a compulsive lot, Lucas.

The Skulls are a group that|cannot help but dot every "I,"

...cross every "T,"

...keep a record of every deed,|every whispered confession.

The surveillance cameras.|So there's gotta be tapes.

Our organization|is putting all its resources...

...into Judge Mandrake's confirmation|to the federal bench...

...as a precursor|to the Supreme Court.

One would hate for|an awful secret to arise...

which would derail|such an important agenda.

That... Awful secret...

would be a valuable|piece of information indeed.

Perhaps a bargaining chip|with the council...

...used possibly|to reacquire one's freedom?

To get one's|life back again?

Would you like|your life back, Luke?

His birthday was last week. I know.

It's a peace offering.

Turn yours down, man!

- Hey, guys, turn off|those damn televisions!

Hey, turn off|those televisions!

We have a guest.|Hey, boys.

I need to talk to you. Sully,|I'm sorry I missed your birthday.

If you want to confess, St.|Something-Or-Other is down the street.

- So why don't you roll yourself into there.|- I'm not kidding.

I'm in real trouble here, okay?|If you don't help me...

Sully's birthday is not gonna be the last|one I miss, including my own, understand?

- Why should we help you? Huh, Lukie?|- I don't know.

Maybe you feel like turning the other|cheek. Or perhaps you wanna be forgiving.

Or just maybe you wanna try and be a|better friend to me than I've been to you.

Come over here|for a second.

More than likely, you wanna|take a look out of this window...

'cause you'll probably see|a '63 T-Bird convertible.

Dual exhausts, four-barrel carb and fully|restored original red leather interior.

And it belongs to me.

You help me out,|it belongs to you.

You wanna know what's|up? Big Boy changes the...

...tapes twice a day...|10:00 A.M., 10:00 P.M.

You can set your watch by it.|So now we know his schedule.

He's not going out the front.|He's going back the way he came.

J.J., he's going back|the way he came. Over.

Okay, got him. He's|heading east. I'm on it.

Aah!

- Are you having a problem?|- Um, yes, sir.

Actually, it's a family|emergency. Excuse me.

Don't lose him. We gotta find|out where he takes those tapes.

Hey. Wait.|Don't... Hey. Hey.

What do you think|you're doing?

Nobody's allowed into the Sturtevant|Collection without a pass. Let's go.

Come on.

You know what this is?|It's a bug.

It's a bug! Understand?|I want you to listen to me.

I want you to stop following|Lombard's people.

You've been digging, and if you keep|digging, you're gonna dig your own grave.

You didn't think they wouldn't|figure out what you've been doing?

Hell, they know everything we|do! They know every place we go!

Your place is bugged!|My place is as well!

Oh, and your friend upstairs? Her place|is bugged too, so she's not safe either.

None of us are safe!

I didn't... Mean|to hurt your friend, Luke.

I swear to God, I never|meant to hurt your friend.

Please. Please don't|give 'em a reason.

Please.

That's all they need.

Chloe, I need to talk to|you. I'm late for class.

Please!|So talk.

Chloe, please!

I...|What?

I have a friend,|and he's made some decisions...

...but it turns out|that they were all wrong.

Why? Why were|they wrong?

Because he was selfish,|and because he was greedy...

...and he thought they would give|him everything that he ever wanted.

But all they ended up|giving him was disaster.

So, now, this friend of mine, he can go out|on a limb, and that limb could get cut off.

But everything about|being on that limb is right.

So what do I do?

We should sit down, and you should treat|me like a friend and tell me the truth.

Okay.

I think it's time that we remove|Mr. McNamara. He's no longer loyal.

You are asking this council to choose|your son's fate over Mr. McNamara's?

Our membership will never allow such|a corrupt and unfair motion to pass.

- The membership will have|to understand that we...

They must never know.

According to Rule 88, if this|council wishes to make a decision...

which will be kept secret|from our membership...

...it will require|a unanimous vote.

Then I move, under Rule 88...

...that Mr. Lucas McNamara undergo|psychiatric evaluation at our hospital...

...and I hereby call for a vote.

The motion is defeated.

Ames, could I see you|upstairs for a moment?

We used to believe|in the same things.

- What happened?|- I've learned there are limits.

Really?

She likes to eat popsicles|after you make love.

I've had|my own peccadillos...

...but, uh, my God, Ames,|she's only 19.

And I'm not sure your wife|or the voters of Virginia...

would be as forgiving|as I am.

Oh, well.

Shall we vote again?

McNamara!

This is how you break up with|me? With this pathetic letter?

What... Oh, let me see.|"Can we still be friends?"

I wrote the letter. I don't need it read|back to me. I know you wrote the letter!

No, we can't be friends. You|just remember three things, pal:

You don't talk to me, you|don't call me, and don't ever...

...send me one of these|chickenshit letters ever again!

Piece of sh*t!

Go, girl.

Smart play, Lucas.

Smart play.

If I could have...

Just a moment of you...

Okay, they can't hear|us now. Did they buy it?

I'm pretty sure.|You were very convincing.

Did you get everything I|need? Yeah, it's in there.

I don't understand something.|If they're so smart...

...they'd destroy those|surveillance tapes.

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