The Preppie Connection

My name is Toby.

I'm 17 years old.

I'm a scholarship winner.

And I started and ran

an international drug ring.

And I am f***ed.

Sage Hall, it was in the same

town I grew up in.

But it might as well have been

in another country.

Preppies. That's what

they're called.

They all dressed the same,

looked the same.

Went to all of the same places

and schools.

Everything about them seemed

so easy, so effortless

already done... because it was.

That's Ingrid, my mom.

That's Mike, my dad.

This was her day,

Ingrid's day.

The day she got the letter.

You got into Sage Hall.

I never applied. I thought you

said we didn't have the money.

It's a scholarship.

She decided that I needed

to be sent to a place

that she was sure

would change everything.

Change me. And it did.

She was right.

You didn't fill out

an application.

As my mom tells it,

our family was

one of the richest

in all of Germany.

But when they ended up on the

wrong side of the Berlin Wall

they lost everything.

She's never stopped

wanting it back.

Before I even started at Sage,

I was finished.

You mom got a call

from the registrar's office.

They said you didn't show.

No, I went. I just...

I, I couldn't really

find the building.

And then, by the time

I got there they were closed.

Luckily, they agreed

to let you register tomorrow.

What?

I'm taking you there myself.

Ingrid, we're gonna

discuss this as a family.

This is Sage Hall.

I know.

Toby.

How do you feel about this?

I don't belong there.

You don't know

where you belong.

Someday you'll thank me

for this.

You can't make me go.

It had happened before,

sometimes for days.

A dark room and TV.

And it only stopped when I had

something to offer her.

I'm gonna go back tomorrow.

I did it for her.

I did it for my dad.

Stay invisible. Stay out

of sight. That was the plan.

That is your charge.

We expect it of you.

Expect it of yourselves.

I ask you now to intone

the Sage Hall oath

Then we'll invite our newer

students to make their mark

in our sacred tomb.

Fully aware, therefore

the importance of what

I'm choosing today within this...

After taking an oath

to the principles and values

of Sage Hall, every student

as tradition dictated

signed their name in a book.

A 200-year-old book.

Sh*t.

Look at this f***ing idiot.

-Hey, you okay?

-Yeah. God.

Alright... settle down.

Hey, spilling ink

is an ancient Chinese omen.

I'm Fidel.

That's Fidel.

Hi. I'm Toby.

He's from Columbia.

But everyone here calls him

the King of Mexico.

He wanted to be friends so

badly that it occurred to me

that he was stuck here too.

Well, my dad comes up

to America a lot.

He's the ambassador.

What's your dad do?

He's a delivery guy.

I'm here on scholarship.

You know, it amazes me

that this place with all its

nepotism and inbreeding

can actually pad its endowment.

Come on, let me show you around.

This is Woodhull.

It's where the jocks live.

And that's Cleve. Boozers.

This is Kennedy,

it's a bunch of stoners mostly...

Alexandra Hayes

of the Charleston Hayes.

Alex as everyone called her.

Fidel let me know that I had

no business looking at her

or even thinking

I could speak with her.

Where's your dorm?

-It's Griswold.

-It's over here.

But I couldn't stop

thinking about her.

Being a day student

wasn't easy.

I didn't live in the dorm.

We were seen as someone

who's just passing through.

This is where I hang

between classes?

You can always hang out

in my room, if you like.

Thank you.

Hey, you're,

you're new, right?

-Yeah.

-You wanna join me for a smoke?

yeah. Sure.

Okay. Hold this. Thanks.

Hey, I got some stuff to do.

I'll catch you later, Toby.

Ellis William Tynes III.

He was the fourth generation of

the Tynes family to attend Sage.

Later I had heard that his dad

was horseback riding buddies

with Reagan.

Thank God for the soviets,

right?

You know, four generations

of my family had scribbled

their name inside that book

you thrashed.

Yeah, I'm really sorry

about that.

I have to admit,

he had charisma.

Are you kiddin'?

Hell, I wanted to be

his friend.

You should've seen what happened

to the last scholarship winner.

Why? What happened?

Hey, have you seen

the TV room yet?

You know, we got a new TV

which is pretty nice.

We got VHS too.

It's pretty sharp....

Hey.

Get him! Come on, get him!

Get that motherf***er! Come on!

-You little filth f*ggot!

-Motherf***er!

-Turn around!

-Come here, you piece of sh*t!

Gaines is coming! Hey!

Come on!

Hazing, if you

took it personally

you got more of it,

and it got worse.

Fidel taught me

how to blend in.

The rules, their mannerisms

the preppie uniform.

Take it.

What is this?

You jerk off to this?

I study it. I used to

be a wet back ear too.

This one too.

Sh*t, I got econ.

-One more thing.

-What?

You got a new nickname.

Flipper.

So it comes to us

in the mind of one man

who lived about 200 years ago

and his name was Adam Smith.

Anyone? Adam Smith?

Welcome Toby.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

I was just telling everyone about

our good friend here, Adam Smith.

Ever heard of him?

Yeah.

"Wealth Of Nations."

The invisible hand.

What our friend Tobias

is referring...

Mr. Jennings was

nice enough.

After I fell off the stage, he

seemed to take an interest in me.

These markets are...

Kind of like

I was a project or something.

Flipper.

I take in my lumps.

I was adapting. Observing.

Putting the past behind me,

until the past showed up.

Dennis Carnell. My best friend.

We grew up together.

And he had the unique

personality trait of being

totally unaware

of his surroundings.

Ellis.

What's up, man?

Hey, Dennis.

What the hell

are you watching?

It's rugby. -And what the

f*** are you wearing?

You look like Pat Boone.

Man, what are you doing here?

What am I doing here? I live

like 3 blocks away, remember?

My God, guys.

Flipper brought his boyfriend.

Look at that guy.

You think they let him

keep the tool belt?

Yeah, Apex Tech

guarantees it.

You're such a dick sometimes.

Sh*t, honey.

Hey, man, you got any weed?

No. Dry as a bone.

F***!

And then it happened.

My God...

There's a girl...

What?

She's got tits.

She's coming over here

right now.

What?

I will never forget

the back of her hand

against my neck.

Keeping the tag on

is definitely a statement.

You might start a trend.

-I'm Toby.

-I know.

-You do?

-Yeah. We have econ together.

You came in late last time

and made everybody look stupid.

Yeah.

I'm, I'm Dennis

by the way.

Nice to meet you.

So, do you guys by any chance

happen to have any pot?

On me? Right now?

No. Do you?

Do you know

where to get some?

Yeah, I-I can get it.

-He's kidding.

-No, f*** that.

Is it just for you?

And my friends.

-That's a lot.

Ellis can afford it.

Okay, yeah,

we'll, we'll let you know.

Okay.

We didn't have any way

to get weed.

But I was determined

to figure out how to get it.

We drove all night

and all over New Haven.

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