The Skulls II Page #4

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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

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