The Skulls II Page #2

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Gentlemen on my left,

hold out your right hand.

Now, look at the man facing you...

and remember.

If you have enough trust...

in the Order,

you and your soul mate...

will come out of this experience

unscathed.

If not,

one of you will be dead.

The other, a murderer.

Kneel.

Stand up.

On my order,

the gentlemen holding the daggers

will stab their soul mate.

Your target--

the medallion your soul mate

wears over his heart.

Three,

two,

one--

- Do it!

- Do it!

Now!

Gentlemen, remove

your blindfolds.

It was just a test.

Ryan?

Ryan? Oh, my God!

Ryan?

Somebody screwed up here!

He's bleeding!

- Ryan? Ryan!

- Ryan! Oh, God, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that.

- Call 911!

Call 911!

It's all right, boys.

It's just a little scratch.

Don't worry about it.

Thanks for your concern,

though.

Is it a little hot

in here, or--

That was really stupid.

What would Dad think?

The Order is built

on tradition, gentlemen--

traditions that are not meant

to be mocked or ridiculed.

What you did this evening

is unacceptable.

- Sir, it was my idea.

- That does not absolve Mr. Colby.

You will both be punished accordingly.

Follow us.

I know he's your brother, Greg,

but telling Ryan about the ritual

betrayed the trust of the Order.

I made a mistake,

and I'm willing to accept the punishment.

Let's let it go, this time.

- Make sure there's no encore.

- You have my word.

Respect and remember

the first truth.

"A Skull above any other."

Well, this is great.

This is just great.

I thought you said they'd get it.

There'd be no problem.

I'm sorry.

I knew they were uptight,

but I didn't know they were this uptight.

Well, especially your brother.

- You think this hurts our chances at getting in?

- No, no, it's just a lesson.

- Don't worry about it.

- These guys seem to be big on lessons.

I don't know about you,

but this place is giving me the creeps.

- If it weren't for the benefits--

- Jeff, let me tell you something.

All this is, is just

a glorified reason to get drunk.

Forget about all the ghost stories

and the self-important gothic setup.

It's just a load of crap.

I look at it as more crap.

There's no party going on.

There's no girls or beer or anything like that.

It's just tooth brushes

and a cold floor.

What are you doing?

- Hey, Hutch is up here.

- He's probably checking up on us.

And would it kill you to come down

here and help me out a little bit?

No, he's not checking up on us.

Then he's probably just looking

for a place to get wasted.

- What are you talking about?

- What, you mean I know something you don't?

Hutch got busted last year for possession.

He almost got kicked out of school.

- But guess who pulled some strings.

- Another benefit of becoming a Skull.

Looks like you and I are not the only

ones who break the rules around here.

Hutch is about to become a member

of the "Skull in the Sky" club.

Really?

I-I can't stand on--

Shh. Quiet.

I'm sorry.

Not enough room.

Oh, man, you're missing it.

She's doing some kind of striptease up here.

Do you know how much this

would cost on a spycam website?

It's not a bad idea--

"Skullcam."

God, this girl is good!

Wait.

Something's happening.

- Sh*t.

- Let me guess. She's wearing a schoolgirl outfit.

- Just shut up, man. This is serious.

- Well, what is it?

- I-I think she fell off the roof.

- That's not funny.

Oh, man, this is bad.

This is really bad.

Ryan, calm down.

Just tell me what you saw.

- Ryan?

- Bad, bad, bad.

Hey! Hey, open the door!

Come on! Help!

Will you just stop

and think for a minute?

Look, if she did fall,

then Hutch already called 911.

- Hey, come on!

- Which means whoever else is in the Tomb...

is gonna be down there now

trying to help her, right?

Right. Now look, the last thing

on anybody's mind...

is a couple of bonehead taps

who are supposed to be cleaning the attic.

Banging yourself bloody

on this door is not gonna change anything.

Yeah, you're right.

- Okay, let's go.

- What?

Your punishment's over.

Let's go.

- Listen, Greg--

- I don't wanna hear it.

I just don't want you to ever

pull a stunt like that again. You hear me?

You say you want respect, then you

turn around and you do something stupid.

- Is everything okay with Hutch?

- What?

- Hutch. Is he okay?

- What does Hutch have to do

with you screwing up?

Nothing. It's just--

I think something might have happened.

I saw him on the roof with a girl.

Hutch knows the rules.

No non-members allowed in the Tomb.

I know. Greg, I saw a girl up there

and I think she might have

fallen into the courtyard.

- What are you saying, Ryan?

- I'm not sure.

I just saw Hutch a minute ago.

I think he would have said something

if he saw a girl fall off the roof.

- Would he?

- Ryan, this isn't about Hutch.

All right? It's about you.

It's late. I'm tired.

My kids are sick. I'm going home.

This is messed up. This is--

This is really messed up.

- Did you actually see her fall?

- No, but I swear to God, I think she did.

But you didn't see it.

You didn't actually see her fall.

Come on. Let me

drive you to Ali's.

Hutch did something he wasn't

supposed to do. He took a girl

on the roof, and he got busted.

He's probably rounding third

right about now.

- Yeah, maybe he is.

- So, what are you gonna do?

Go to the cops?

With what?

Yeah, it's nothing.

- Hey, listen. Can we make a

couple of stops before Ali's?

- Yeah.

I gotta change and stuff.

Booty call?

Did you order a triple

chocolate suicide cake?

You better stop bringing me

cake in the middle of the night.

I'm gonna get huge.

Well, I figured you already were a little

cake eater, so a little more wouldn't hurt.

- "Cake eater"?

- Yeah.

- Now, what is that supposed to mean?

- You never heard that before?

- No.

- Means you're a spoiled, little rich girl.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah.

Granted, I might appreciate

the finer things in life.

But spoiled? I think not.

- Take it back!

- I won't.

- Take it back right now.

- You are a cake eater.

- Take it back.

- I won't.

- You're a cake eater.

- Oh, no. You--

Please, please don't tickle me.

Please, please.

Oooh. Ow.

Doof.

- Ryan.

- I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

I can't believe you did that,

Ryan, and you called me a cake eater.

I didn't mean it.

I'm gonna get some ice. Ow.

- Okay, well I feel overdressed.

- Oh. My eye.

- Oh, my gosh. What happened?

- Ryan kicked me.

I accept no responsibility. She was

tickling me and I can't handle tickling.

Oh, sure.

It hurts. It stings.

What's it look like?

It's turning red.

He called me a cake eater.

Oh, well, in that case

tickling was totally justified.

Ryan, the ice?

Yeah.

- How are the huevos rancheros?

- Awesome.

You still owe me big-time for

flaking on me and kicking me in the head.

All right.

Let me see.

Ow.

Listen, if it's any consolation,

the sunglasses are really sexy.

Shut up.

Hey, do you know this girl?

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