The Skulls II Page #3

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Oh, yeah.

That's Diana Rollins.

She's captain of the field hockey team.

Actually, I have an Econ class with her.

Why?

Uh, I think Jeff has

a thing for her.

Yeah, well,

he's not the only one.

Matt Hutchinson has been

trying to get at her for months.

- You know Matt Hutchinson?

- Who doesn't?

Is he really a druggie like they say?

Well, if you believe every

single campus rumor, sure.

But he is in your little club,

so why don't you just ask him?

Ali, stop it.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

- It's all right. Truce.

- Truce.

She's not here.

A lot of people miss practice.

- You of all people should know that.

- Yeah, I know.

- It's just... I have a feeling.

- You have a feeling?

- Yeah, something's not right.

- Well, so what?

- You're letting your imagination

get the better of you.

- Really?

Yeah, I think so.

Yeah, hi.

New Haven, Connecticut, please.

Do you have a listing

for a Diana Rollins?

She's not in, Ryan.

Let it go.

Where do you think

you're going with this?

We'll go to the police.

We'll tell 'em what we saw.

- What you think you saw.

- What I saw.

If you were in the attic with

me you can corroborate

that she was at the Tomb.

- If I'm wrong and Diana's fine,

then there's no harm done.

- Bullshit!

- What if the Skulls find out

we went to the police?

- They won't.

You don't know that.

You don't know anything.

You didn't see anything.

- I'm just trying to do

the right thing here, Jeff.

- Yeah, for you.

- Listen...

- Maybe the Skulls mean something

to some of us.

Did you ever stop

to think about that?

You know the rule:

A Skull above any other.

It's not that hard to get.

I'm not gonna throw

my future away because of this.

- I'm not even gonna blow off

any more classes.

- Wait.

What if I asked you...

as my soul mate?

We're just taps.

We're not soul mates yet. Remember?

Do you want some advice?

Get some proof.

Maybe then someone will listen to you.

Whose is that?

- My girlfriend's.

- Flavor of the week?

No, a couple of months now, actually,

but thanks for the interest.

Wow. New record.

New record for you too.

What, go eight seconds without taking a dig at me?

- Congratulations.

- You have no idea how much trouble

you almost got me into.

Listen, Greg. I don't wanna hear

this right now, all right?

Not right now

or not ever, Ryan?

Get it into your head that

you're my brother, that's all. You're not Dad. I'm not you.

So let's just drop it,

all right?

Listen, I'm just saying,

are you sure what you need

this for is worth the risk?

Yeah.

If they find out about this,

I won't drag you into it.

They'll already know, Ry.

They know more than

you can imagine.

I believe you have a key

that doesn't belong to you.

- I don't have a key.

- That's unfortunate.

Your brother won't be happy

to hear that you lost it.

- He had nothing to do with this.

I took it without his knowledge.

- Really?

That's not what he says.

- Greg?

- I called Parker...

for your sake, Ryan.

Let me get this straight.

You're accusing my soul mate of murder?

I don't know.

But what I do know is that

Diana Rollins was up on that roof,

and now she's missing.

- What would you think?

- You're absolutely right. She was up there.

But I can assure you

that you're wrong about everything else.

Diana Rollins is

very much alive.

Then she must be the Bionic Woman

because I saw her fall off that roof.

Did you... really?

If after you've heard

what I have to say...

and you still wanna go

to the police, I'll drive you there myself.

Whether or not you wanna believe it,

Ryan, we're trying to help you here.

So for once in your life it'd

be nice if you could acknowledge

that you don't know everything.

All right, I'm listening.

I'm all ears.

A few years ago, the Skulls tapped

a promising young man.

When the active council found out he wasn't

taking membership in the Order seriously,

they decided that he needed

a lesson in humility.

For this, they arranged

a fairly elaborate hoax.

It took considerable amounts

of planning and capital, but...

the council was actually

able to fake his roommate's suicide.

- So what? It was just a test?

- This hoax...

tested his allegiances under extreme

pressure. When it would really count.

- Did you hear about this?

- Yeah, Winston Taft told me the story.

So you had his roommate fake his death in

order to test his allegiance to the Skulls?

- Is that what you're telling me?

- It sure is.

- And Diana Rollins,

this is just another test as well?

- Come on, Ryan.

Your little joke, the fake blood--

that was a complete red flag.

Membership in the Order is forever.

We need to be sure

that our membership is taken seriously.

There was a concern, which I shared,

that you weren't taking the Order very seriously.

Because of me.

Because you're a legacy.

You know, this--

this all makes sense.

It does.

But I got one question for you.

- Go ahead.

- Where is Diana Rollins?

Diana's fine.

She took a few days off from school.

She's in New Hampshire skiing,

having a really good time.

Well, I guess I failed

this test, huh?

On the contrary. One second.

I'm pretty sure that

this is in your size.

We should all get dressed.

We're late.

No. W-w-wait, wait, wait.

- What do you mean, I'm in?

- Yeah, bro, you're in.

- Well, that's great. But why?

- Two reasons.

One:
You didn't bring

any outsiders into this,

although I wished you would

have come to me or Hutch first.

And two--

most importantly-- your brother.

He went out on a limb for you.

Don't let him or the Order

down ever again.

Congratulations to all of you.

This is the conclusion

of the revealing process.

One of our most distinguished

alumni, George Milford,

has graciously freed himself

from the rigors of the campaign trail...

to be with you

on this most important night.

Gentlemen, the rules.

We live by the rules.

We die by the rules.

Read your rule books from front to back.

A thorough knowledge

of these rules...

will be very,

very beneficial...

as you begin your lives

in the Order.

Trust no one

with these secrets...

but a member of the Order.

A Skull...

above any other.

A Skull above any other.

Would you please

present your wrists?

Let this seal the bond

between us.

Be silent as you endure.

Greg Sommers is the most

profitable partner in my law practice.

I do not want to lose him

over something he thinks his brother witnessed.

- Is that clear?

- It is.

You're positive Ryan understands

what actually happened on the roof?

It was a test of loyalty.

This is an exploitable

situation, Parker.

Something an enterprising

young man like yourself should seize.

Use it.

Demonstrate to the council

your leadership abilities.

Wield the power

that you possess.

I understand.

Steps have already been taken

to ensure Ryan's continued cooperation.

Excellent.

Greatness only arises

in moments of crisis, Parker.

Consider this your crisis.

Oh, I won't let

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