Spotlight on Location: The Skulls

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What can I do for you|this A.M.?

We got oatmeal. We got|ham. We got omelets.

- We got ham omelets.|- I'll have a ham omelet.

More oatmeal, dude. And try to|keep it on the plate this time.

Yeah, dude, more oatmeal. God, and|try to keep it on the plate this time.

Sometimes you can be|such a b*tch. Fascinating.

Hey, buddy. Come here.|I know it's 8:00 a. M...

...and you haven't had your|triple-soy decaf latte yet...

...but a kid with your kind of|breeding should have some manners.

I suggest you|apologize to the lady.

I'm sorry.|I'm sorry.

Oh, sophomores.|You gotta love 'em, huh?

The usual? Yes. That would be lovely.

The race is at 4:00 today.|You gonna be there?

I don't know. I've got this|really riveting econ seminar...

...on the origins of the gross|national product, so...

- I wouldn't want to miss that.|- Yeah, I would, actually.

For the lady.|Thank you, sir.

- I'll see you out there.|- Yes, indeed.

Okay. C. Wright Mills' The Power Elite.

The main thesis|is what?

That at certain|institutions, elite groups are...

...formed that'll network|the rest of their lives.

Then that brings us to|the question...

Is America really|a class society?

Or is it the meritocracy we're taught|it is since we were in kindergarten?

Mr. McNamara?

Um, well, actually, I|believe that it's both, sir.

How can it be both?|It's been my experience...

...that merit is rewarded with|wealth, and with wealth comes class.

Nice recovery,|Mr. McNamara.

Nice car, ladies. Tell|me, when did you convert?

Since we borrowed it yesterday, as if you|give a sh*t. Like you give a sh*t, man.

I don't believe you, man. I|want you to keep stealing cars.

When I'm a lawyer, I'm gonna make a|fortune defending my high school buddies.

Starting with you three.|How you doing, J.J.?

- Your hair looked better long.|- I was thinking the same about you.

I like it the way it is. Thank you.

See, Lukey? Things do change,|even for losers like us.

- I never called you a loser.|- That's okay.

You got your books, your boats|and your Ivy pride, right?

- Right on, McBride!|- We'll see you around, buddy.

McNamara, move this boat out|or you're disqualified.

Sorry, sir.

Sorry, I'm late, man.|It's all right.

As long as we're not late at|the finish line. All hands on.

Ready, shove!|Hoo-rah!

Where did Mr. McNamara|learn to row?

In local sewers, I imagine.|He's a townie.

Mother died in a car crash when|he was one. Father, unknown.

Ready, row!

He won us the Ivy championship|three years in a row. That's a fact.

He's growing on me.|Is that right?

No need to check|him out, huh?

Why, it's Caleb Mandrake.

He was a Skull|the day he was born.

Caleb,|I can't see the race.

Imagine it.

So sit back and let the starter|line up the boats here...

...as we get ready for the|beginning of the Ivy Sprints.

Lane number one,|wearing bluejerseys...

...are last year's All Ivy|champions, the Bulldog Eight...

...led by the unbeaten team of stroke,|Luke McNamara and cox, Will Beckford.

The promising Harvard Crimson|boat is in lane two...

...stroke by Pat McCarry and cox|by Lisa Littlered Williams.

This is the start|of the Ivy League Sprint.

The start will be "attention,"|then the gun.

Finishing out the field is Cornell|in lane three in the white and red...

Princeton Tigers in lane four|in the orangejerseys...

...and Dartmouth in the green|in lane five.

Penn's on the outside wearing|blue and red in lane six.

Attention.

Come on. That's three.|Push your legs. That's four.

Come on.|That's five. Push!

Six! Come on. Give it|to me. Seven. That's it.

That's eight. Come on,|Luke. Come on! Nine.

That's ten. Let's settle.|Lengthen and settle.

Give me two seats.|We'll settle at 36.

That's beautiful, Luke. Keep it right|here, Luke. That's nice. Looking great.

The Bulldogs take|a two-seat lead.

Harvard and Cornell try to keep up with|them as they cross the halfway point.

It looks like|another Bulldog victory.

Don't let them catch us.|Come on!

That's five!|That's six!

Come on with the legs!|We got 'em. We're walkin'.

Keep it right here, Luke.|That's nice.

We're four seats ahead.|This race is ours.

We're men with bad intentions.|I want five with bad intentions.

That's one! Bad intentions. That's two!

- What's going on back there?|- George's oar lock broke.

- The Bulldogs broke an oar lock.|- Okay, George. Out in three.

Toss your oar, George.

One! Two!

Three! Bail!

All right. Take it up!|Come on. Gotta take it up.

- Up!|- Take it up. Take it up. Take it up.

Seven oars against eight? They|don't have a chance in hell.

I don't believe this!|The Bulldogs are still going!

Go! Go!

Give all you got right here. We're|seniors. We cannot let this happen.

- What do you say, Luke?|- Take it up!

Luke say it's a go.|Come on! Give me two seats.

Give me two seats right now.|I need it now!

Fellas, hands to ankles.|This is it. Commit now!

- Give it all you got right here!|- Give it!

Right here! Give it all|you got! We got a seat!

Right to finish!|Let's win this!

We got five strokes!|Come on! Come on!

That's two! We got a seat! That's three!

That's four!|Let's win this!

That's it! We won it! We won|it! You guys are beautiful!

Yeah!|We did it!

Are the others|after him?

He turned them all down.

Either he doesn't want|to join a secret society...

...or he's waiting for us.

F- R-double-E|to be S-A-V-E-D

S- A-V-E-D|from the bonds of S-I-N

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