Burning Sands

It's all about the brotherhood.

It's a feeling...

Of something to strive for, be proud of.

Brotherhood is forever.

Lambda men are leaders, scholarly, honorable and proud.

And sure it's rough.

That's the point.

After pledging, a lambda man is ready for anything.

Only a chosen few make it to the other side.

My pops couldn't finish.

Dropped.

I'm gonna prove it's worth it.

I'm gonna see it through.

Hey, you know where you're going, square?

- Crack baby know where he's going. - My name is not crack baby.

All right, man. Whatever, square.

Hey, nigga, turn up the heat.

How do you see where you going with thick-ass glasses?

Listen, I told you the heat doesn't work, okay?

My nigga, stop spitting.

Yeah, we don't wanna get pulled over for anything.

Man.

You mutts are fucking late.

I said 6 A.M. what time is it now?

It's 6:03, big brother, sir!

How bad do you want it, boy?

- I wanna be a... - Shut up!

You don't have what it takes to be a lambda.

Get on your face.

How about all you mutts?

On your face!

Count off, number 1.

Ready!

Down!

- One, two, three. - Get your fucking head up.

- One! - One!

Two, three.

- How bad do you want it now, boy? - Two.

- One, two, three! - I wanna be a lambda, big brother, sir!

- Three! - Three!

- One, two, three. - I don't see one worthy pledge in here.

- One, two, three. - On your feet!

Get those knees up!

Man...

Fish must be freezing right now, huh?

Whoo!

You lucky, boys.

You're a fucking lucky-ass mutt today.

Go get the fucking ball, boy.

Move with some fucking enthusiasm!

You have no ID. Snap!

Get in the fucking position.

Go!

That's right, motherfucker.

Let me tell you something about getting into this fraternity.

You gotta want it.

You a brave motherfucker.

Now get your brave ass out of here.

What?

Fail.

- You fail. - Bro, bro, this ain't right, man.

Any of you got something to say?

- You can drop my line right now. - You know what?

- This fraternity don't need none of y'all. - Yo, z, I'm over this, man.

Man, get the fuck out of here.

- I'm over this, man. Let's go. - Man.

Get your bitch ass out of here.

Get back in line, boy.

Three weeks of pledging!

And this how the first day of hell week going down?

We made it through the first day of hell week, motherfuckers!

- Hell, yeah. - Thanks to god.

Day's not over yet, man.

Oh, yo, my hands are numb.

- I can't fuckin' believe it. - I thought you were gonna drop line.

No, man. Ow, man!

- Fuck this. - Come on, you can't do that.

Yo, you wanna...? You wanna pull over?

- Don't pull over. We got shit to do, man. - Five miles back to the dorms.

You ain't learned anything today?

We underground and anybody that jeopardize that is out.

We just can't leave him.

We? I don't know none of y'all.

I'm not doing this for you, you or you, bro.

Man, square, yo. Pull the car over.

You fucking football head. You guaranteed in no matter what.

- How will the bros know? - 'Cause I'm gonna tell them.

Quitters walk alone, man.

Simple as that.

Welcome to what-a-burger. Can I take your order?

Thirty sausage biscuits, 30 hash browns...

With egg and... Egg and cheese on those, please.

We can't afford egg and cheese.

Thank you. Pull up to the next window.

Hey, so, y'all sure y'all just don't wanna do 30 sausage biscuit meals?

It's cheaper.

Look, just give us the 30 sausage biscuits and the hash browns.

Whatever, okay.

That'll be $92.40.

Hurry up, man.

Go on, hand them.

Thank you.

Don't forget the ketchup.

How many ketchups you want?

Uh... 100.

Thank you.

Thank you, girl.

Bye, y'all.

Enjoy your breakfast, big brother.

Please, big brother!

Boy, you must be daft.

Where's my OJ?

My paper?

No, no, no.

See, that just won't do.

Y'all are the sorriest group of pledges I have ever seen!

Hey, what the hell, homeboy?

Hold on, now. What, you ain't got no napkins?

Dinerez is not pleased.

Get into push-up position.

And it better have egg and cheese on it next time, too!

- You hear me, homeboy? - Now get.

Get the hell out of my room! Get!

Yeah.

Your ribs.

I'm fine.

- You're not fine. - I'll be all right.

Shit, shit, shit.

Hey, girl.

What's up?

Why she always got attitude with me?

Huh?

- Okay. I love you. - Mm.

Can I have one more?

Bye. Love you. Bye.

Did you get some?

Get it how you can, man.

Damn, dude.

You stink.

That's it?

Not everybody has maid service, Richie rich.

Help yourself. You stink, too.

Dude, I thought you were gonna drop this morning.

Well...

Why go through all this just to quit in my homestretch?

And miss out on the girls.

Girls. I keep getting girls either way.

What's wrong with you?

Holy shit, holy shit. It's the eta probate. Look.

This early? No way.

Yeah, it is.

Come on.

Damn.

It is!

Check out them eta motherfuckers.

Yo, let's get closer.

- What? - Come on, man.

Are you crazy?

Shut up.

Just keep your head down, man. It'll be all right.

All right.

Yo, look at them crossing the burning sands.

Introducing omega rho eta neophytes!

Z, let's get the fuck out of here, man.

- All right? - All right. I'm coming, man.

Hold up, man.

You know what happens to GDIS that get caught in the yard during hell week, huh?

Don't let me see your ass here or you won't make it to your own probate show.

- You hear me? - Yes, big brother.

Yes, big... yes, big brother. Sir.

Get the fuck out of here.

- What did I tell you? - Shut up.

- What did I tell you? - Shut up.

We're gonna pay for this sooner or later. You wanna get beat down again?

It was totally worth it.

"In my bag here, I have a fool-proof method for controlling your black slaves."

I guarantee every one of you that if it is installed correctly

it will control the slaves for at least 300 years.

My method is simple.

"I use fear, distrust and envy for control purposes."

Thank you, angel.

Good job.

I assume everyone read the Willie lynch letter as assigned.