- We'll finish off St Luke's. - I'll drink to that. It's about time.
Don't inspire me to increase my bet. You can't beat St Luke's.
This year is different. You haven't seen our secret weapon.
Hey, hello, hello! Mom, Dad, Gray, this is David Greene.
How do you do? Pleased to meet you.
Mr and Mrs Wheeler. David Greene.
- Pleased to meet you. - You've met Sally.
- Hello, Sally. - Hi.
- Are we going to punish St Luke's? - Severely, sir.
- Stop eating! You'll be playing soon. - I'm hungry.
- Poor Wheeler attended St Luke's. - Your winning streak's over.
- Not today. - Join us for dinner?
- Sure. Thank you. - Remember, loser pays.
All right, you're on.
- We should get back. - Yeah. See you later.
- Bye-bye. - Nice to meet you.
- He's very cute. - Yeah.
No, really, who found the boy?
He applied. Just like anybody else.
In the black Thunderbird,
St Matthew's oldest living alumnus, Franklin Benson, class of 1875.
Ladies and gentlemen, prior to the second half,
each year three alumni are named
to the St Matthew's Football Hall of Fame.
Until the announcement, nobody knows who will be named.
This year's inductees are, from the class of 1951,
the youngest member of the Hall of Fame,
quarterback Grayson Dillon III.
I don't believe it!
Grayson is currently attending Harvard and plays football for the Crimson.
St Matt's ball, second and twelve on their own ten.
Set! One!
Chesty, fake off tackle right. Pass to the flat. Left to Reece, go!
Hey David, they're looking for a pass.
Give it to me on the right side. I can get the first down.
- Come on, my father's here. - All right.
David, fake over tackle right.
Left formation, Dillon takes it, right draw. On two. Ready?
One! Two! Three!
Oh, yeah! Show them!
Fumble!
St Matt's fumbles.
What the hell's going on?
I send in a play, that's the play I want to see.
- I'm the coach. You got that? - Yeah, got it.
Go out and bring this game home.
St Luke's ball, third and goal.
Blue! Set!
Hut! Hut!
Touchdown St Luke's.
Damn it, Dillon!
St Matt's ball, third and five on St Luke's thirty-yard line.
Down!
Set!
One!
Greene! Greene!
Go! Go!
It's good! St Matthew's is on the scoreboard.
Give me another chance. I know I can get six yards.
- Let me make up for that fumble. - Coach calls the plays.
We're going to win now! Left draw, quarterback keep left on two.
Dillon, you'd better block your ass off for me.
One! Two!
Yeah! Yeah!
Let's have dessert, since dinner is on Mr Wheeler.
I consider it a moral victory.
There is no column in the record books for moral victories.
- How do you like our club? - Unbelievable.
In Scranton, a club is three guys who chipped in to buy an old Buick.
Good arm, good sense of humour. Not a bad combination.
- Hello, Grayson. - Oh, Tom Keating. How are you?
- See the game? - Wouldn't have missed it.
- The new quarterback's our hope. - Meet him.
David Greene, this is Mr Keating, a trustee.
Son, many thanks. It's good to be a winner again.
- You know the Wheelers? - Oh, yes.
- Nice to see you, Tom. - And my boys, Gray and Charlie.
Of course. Gray...
- Congratulations. Quite an honour. - Thank you.
- Call me in the city, Tom. - I will, Grayson. Have a nice evening.
I'd like to introduce you to someone. Do you mind?
- Tom Keating has had a drink or two. - He does have that problem.
Excuse me, I see Mrs Bartram left unattended.
Please, don't get up.
How about a dance?
If one of these young men will dance with Sally.
Mother!
David, do you mind? I'd like to have a word with this guy.
- Would you like to dance? - Sure.
OK.
- Son, you played a good game today. - Not as good as some people.
Don't sell yourself short. That was a key block.
Without it, David couldn't have scored.
Fine game, wasn't it?
- I have a secret. - Oh?
I think about you. More than I ought to.
That's too bad.
Because if you think of me as much as I think of you,
we're both going to flunk right out of school.
Am I all sweaty and red in the face?
You look like an angel.
Don't let your brother's award detract from your day.
Of course not. I threw a good block, he got into the Hall of Fame.
People have different abilities.
I should accept my mediocrity.
You are not mediocre. You wouldn't be at St Matt's if you were.
- What are you looking at? - Dillon looks like he's dying.
Mention him once more, I will sit down in a huff.
You know I'm a spoiled brat!
Dillon, Dillon, Dillon. Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.
You beat St Luke's. Nobody thought you had a chance.
- Enjoy it! - Fine. I'm enjoying it. Can I go now?
Yes, yes, you can go.
- Thanks for taking care of my girl. - Stop saying that! I'm not your girl.
- What the hell is this? - You don't listen very well, do you?
Sally, you're embarrassing me in front of my friend. Let's talk.
No, you're embarrassing me in front of my friend.
Charlie, I'm sorry. It just kind of happened.
- Screw you, friend. - Charlie, come on!
No! Let him go. I know him.
He needs time to cool off. I'll speak to him later.
The victors! Where's your friend?
- What friend? Do I get a drink? - Absolutely.
- Scotch and soda. - Dewar's and soda.
- You met Cal Reynolds, class of '35? - Hi, Charlie. Congratulations.
St Luke's class of '35. That's why he looks so down in the mouth.
I wish we had found Greene first.
- St Luke's wouldn't have taken him. - No, probably not.
- Why not? - They wouldn't have enrolled a Jew.
Not even for a championship.
A Jew?
Holy shit!
Reynolds, have I ever told you how nicely you keep a secret?
Sorry.
- I can't believe I dropped that pass. - Neither can I.
- Punish me. - Suffer!
Forget it, Rip! We won.
We won!
Hey, Dillon. What a block, boy!
- I taught him all he knows. - God save me!
- You did play a great game, Dillon. - Well, we beat St Luke's.
That was the grand plan. Mission accomplished.
The old boy network bought us a victory.
But...
The joke is on us.
What joke?
- You didn't hear the joke? - All right. Let's hear it.
True story. Last weekend, there was a religious revival meeting.
Bishop Sheen gave such a stirring address
that 10,000 people converted to Catholicism.
Then Billy Graham got up and, after an hour of inspired preaching,
10,000 people converted to Protestantism.
Finally, to end the programme, Pat Boone got up
and sang There's a Gold Mine in the Sky
and 20,000 Jews joined the Air Force.
What's the matter, David? Don't Jews have a sense of humour?
It turns out our golden boy here
is a lying, back-stabbing kike.
- Kike! - You son of a bitch!
Get the door.
- Come on, damn it! - I don't want to fight him!
Come on! Go ahead! Deny it!
- Deny it! - I don't want to fight him!
It's true! It's true! He's a heeb.
Come on, stop it!
All right, enough! Come on!
No.
You going to keep your face in a book all year?
- What do you expect me to say? - That it's no big deal.
If it's no big deal, why didn't you tell me in the first place?
- I'm your roommate. - You never told me your religion.
- Methodist. - Methodist.
- And all the time I didn't know. - That's different.
- Really? How is it different? - It just is. Jews are different.
It's not like between Methodists and Lutherans.
I mean, Jews, everything about them is different.
OK, let's get it out. You think Jews are dirt.
- Come on, David! - If you think like them, admit it!
- Say it. Jews are greedy... - Come off it! Come on!
Come on, I...
You know the first day I came here, I thought I was dreaming.
I knew it was only for a year, but I thought, man, what a year!
I'd get into Harvard.
It's not easy when you come from Podunk Public High School.
You guys were my friends.
We were winning games. I met Sally.
I didn't want to be told I couldn't be part of it because I was a Jew.
Can you understand that? It's happened before.
You could have told us. It wouldn't have made a difference.
Sure. I knew that the first night I got here
when I heard how McGivern got his hi-fi. He "jewed him down".
Remember?
Sure. It wouldn't have made a difference.
One moment, please!
I've graded your take-home translations.
They weren't all that bad.
Connors, especially, wrote a near flawless translation.
I noticed, Mr Connors, like the rest of the class,
you signed the Honour Code agreement.
- Yeah? - This indicates a promise not to cheat.
Yeah.
Use of a published translation would be cheating.
I didn't use anything except a dictionary.
If you say so. Your translation, however,
was a quantum leap over your previous efforts.
Maybe it's because you're such a great teacher, sir.
Pick up your graded papers.
Dillon. Dillon! Here he comes.
- A Jew! - Grow up!
Oh, Reece, you're so mature.
Excuse me, there's no salt on this table. I need salt for my fruit.
- Someone's not doing his menial job. - It's so hard to find decent help!
- Can't you move any faster? - I'll show you how fast I can move!
David! David!
David, come on! It's not worth it.
It's not worth it, all right?
My name is Richard Collins. What's yours? Reeceberg?
David! I'll work your table, you take mine.
You need this job as much as I do.
Come on, Greene, don't blow it, all right?
All right.
I'm open. Pass it up! McGoo, pass it up!
Lights out!
Cowards!
OK, Elsie...
Keep kicking! Good girl!
Kick harder! Reach forwards, that's it!
Elsie, nice going.
Betsy, keep pulling. Nice going, Anne Marie. Great!
- May I help you? - Yes, I have to talk to Sally Wheeler.
Sally, you have a visitor.
- What? - You wouldn't talk on the phone.
- Sally, take this outside. - Yes, Miss Jones.
- Did you have to come here? - I had to hear it from you.
You have no idea what you've put me through.
- My mother is going on and on. - You could have said on the phone.
My friends, they just keep pestering me.
They say, "What's it like to kiss a Jew? Does his..."
Go on.
- "Does his nose get in the way?" - Nice friends.
At least they're honest.
All that stuff about Scranton, you didn't say the important thing.
That's not right, David.
I was afraid you wouldn't want to be with me. Would you?
Don't look at me that way.
This may be a surprise,
but you're not the first Jew I've met, just the first who denied it.
I'm the same guy, Sally.
I know.
No, I'm sorry. It just can't happen.
No, it can't happen. Just... Not now.
- You lied to me. - I didn't lie to you!
I lied to my father. I lied to myself.
I have to get back to practice.
Go ahead.
- Test Act? - 1685.
1686. Jack, suspend Protestant bishops?
- What? - Suspend Protestant bishops?
- 1606. - McGoo, Declaration...
I either know this stuff now or I'll never know it.
Sack time.
Are you sure your notes are right?
Yeah. Now all I have to do is remember them.
Please reaffirm your Honour Code.
This test will comprise 30% of your final grade.
You may begin.
Oh, shit!
Bless you!
Time is up, gentlemen. Papers to the front.
Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?
My, my, Mr Connors. You usually don't have this much to communicate.
You were bound to ask the right questions sooner or later, sir.
Dismissed, gentlemen.
What's with Rip? He must have gone down in flames.
- Sure, and I guess you aced it? - Naturally.
You're dead! You are dead! You are a fink! Connors, you jerk!
Be seated, gentlemen.
I regret to announce that someone cheated on yesterday's exam.
Everyone signed the Honour Code.
So we have a rather bleak situation confronting us.
Today is Saturday. Your next class is on Monday.
If the cheater does not come forward, or is not identified by then,
I will be forced to fail the entire section.
Need I remind you what that means?
Isn't that unfair? Only one of us cheated.
We have all been dishonoured by this person.
How can you be sure that someone cheated, sir?
I prefer to keep the evidence to myself for the time being.
- Can't you give us another test, sir? - That's fair.
And pretend no one cheated? But someone did cheat.
Whoever has done this has robbed you of your honour.
If I ignore it, he will have robbed me of mine, as well.
I leave it in your hands, gentlemen.
- Someone had better answer quick. - Someone must have seen something.
Yeah, and then what do we do?
I work my ass off for four years and now one lying bastard ruins my life!
- Take it easy. - Whoever did this, admit to it!
- You can't let him fail the whole class. - You still have time.
I've got this appalling feeling. I have a good idea who did it.
Who?
- Connors. - You like having teeth?
Cleary all but accused you in French.
Cleary is a sick shit and so are you, you four-eyed runt!
I've been in more trouble than all of you and I always admit to it.
- So admit to this. - Come here, you little runt!
Come on! Come on, Jack!
You bastards aren't pinning this on me.
Fine. Just fine. Very cool, McGoo.
I'm sorry, but this could ruin all our lives.
Look, we've got three prefects here.
You guys have got to handle this.
Let's sleep on it and meet tomorrow after Chapel in the Founders' Room.
Whoever's guilty, think it over.
- Dillon, we have to talk. - We've got nothing to talk about.
I know it was you. I can describe the crib sheet.
That's Gierasch's evidence. Have you seen it since you used it?
If you saw me and didn't report it, you'd be in violation, too.
I know. But I can't let the whole class fail.
- He's bluffing. He won't fail anybody. - Gierasch wouldn't bluff.
David, you don't understand the way it is.
You don't know what this can do to you.
My family expects me to measure up to the impossible.
- I try, but I can't. - Set it straight, Dillon.
- David, David! - What?
Look... I'm begging you.
I'm sorry. I was a prejudiced prick. I know.
It's nothing to do with that. Just confess.
All right!
Nothing for nothing, right? How much is it going to cost?
Either you tell them or I'll tell them.
Son of a bitch! Stay where you belong!
All I want to know is how many of you guys think I could have done it?
- You did screw up some assignments. - So?
- What are you pulling? C? - What about this French test?
- Cleary says he cheated. - Why wouldn't he cheat again?
- I told you I didn't cheat. - How can we believe you?
- Maybe we should... - All right. Lay off.
It wasn't Connors.
This isn't easy for me to say.
I know it's going to disappoint some of you and I'm sorry.
I should have said yesterday.
- I know who cheated. - Who?
- It was Greene. - What?
- Yeah, I saw him. - You're a liar! I saw him cheat.
- Just admit it. - I gave him the choice of confessing.
Hey! Hey!
I saw you cheat! Word of Honour I saw him cheat.
Let's tell Gierasch the situation.
What? I turned him in and he's denying it.
- Tell Gierasch! - We have to make the decision here.
Would you both trust us to be fair?
- Of course I do. - Greene? Do you trust us?
- Why should he? - Why shouldn't he?
Unless he's hiding something.
- Greene? - David, don't do it, all right?
This is the way it's always been done, right?
This is the way it's always been done.
All right. You guys decide.
It's one guy's word against the other's.
- Maybe we should go to the Head. - We can handle it ourselves.
- Let's just do it. - Have we heard from everybody?
Donald?
I submit Dillon didn't cheat. He didn't have to.
- He'll be fifth generation at Harvard. - Not like Greene.
- But like McGivern and Princeton? - So?
So, nothing's for sure, McGoo.
Let's go over this again. There's an objective fact.
One has lied and one hasn't.
- David never lied. - Yes, he did.
- He lied about being a Jew. - No one asked him.
Because no one had any idea, because he lied.
Gierasch says it was block-printed. No way to tell who wrote it.
He said the reputation of the school is on our shoulders.
- Screw the school! What about us? - We get our lives ruined.
My life is screwed if I don't get into Yale.
- I need my grades for a scholarship. - I can't tell my father I failed History.
We've busted our butts, now one person is killing us.
- It's got to be Greene. - Rip, what do you think?
I don't know. I mean, what's so different about him, anyway?
Everything! It's like my dad says about Jews.
He madly tried to ingratiate himself.
- Bullshit! - He wanted success without working.
- He was a senior. - Jesus! Leave the Jewish stuff out!
We can't, because David is Jewish, stupid!
- You're a bigot. - I resent that.
Resent it all you want. You were the first to needle him.
Hey! Hey!
I confess.
I admit it, you know, I'm an anti-Semite.
I crack Jew jokes. I think they're greedy, pushy.
But you want to know something else? David Greene's the first one I met.
- What's your point? - He was a good guy.
That guy wouldn't cheat.
- Which means you think Dillon did. - Yeah, I do.
That makes two of us.
- Three. - I can't believe this!
- I can't either. - You're dumping Dillon for a dirty Jew!
It's now one a.m. Are we going to decide?
Not unless we can be fair.
You know he cheated. We know what Jews are like.
How many do you know? When did you last have one home?
I only have to know one.
- He stole Dillon's place on the team. - Then his girl.
- Stabbed him in the back. - He's not even paying.
Wake up, guys! Can't you see what's going on here?
You want to nail Greene because he knew how you feel.
- Anyone else tired of this? - Yes!
- Let's vote. Hands or secret ballots? - Secret ballots.
Look, if we do this, we do it out in the open!
Ballots!
As Head Prefect, I've been asked...
It's the finding of the class, the majority of the class,
that the guilt lies with David Greene.
Mr Greene, you're requested to turn yourself in to the headmaster.
All right.
I'll honour your traditions.
I'll go to the headmaster.
And I'll lie.
Thanks, buddy.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
Good morning, Mr Greene.
We were wondering if you'd changed your mind.
- You know why I'm here? - Indeed. To confess to cheating.
That's right. I cheated on the History exam.
No, David. You did no such thing.
I saw Dillon cheat.
He was my roommate for four years.
Thank you, Mr Van Kelt. You're excused.
David...
I'm sorry.
- I did break the Honour Code. - Yes. As did Van Kelt.
But the Honour Code is a living thing. It cannot exist in a vacuum.
We absolve you both on that account. Mr Dillon, however, is expelled.
David, you represent the best of what we hope for at St Matthew's.
Please, don't think of leaving.
Good. Then it's settled.
- I'd like to forget this ever happened. - No, sir.
You never will, because I'm staying here.
Every day you see me, you'll remember that it happened.
You used me for football.
I'll use you to get into Harvard. Excuse me.
You know something?
I'm still going to get into Harvard.
And in ten years, nobody will remember any of this.
- But you'll still be a goddamned Jew. - And you'll still be a prick.