School Ties Page #2

I mean the man who would purchase such swill.

- That would be me. - That would be I.

- Have you a name? - McGivern.

- And you? - Mr Cleary.

I happen to be the new housemaster.

Turn it off, please.

One's cultural environment ought to be as important

as the air he breathes and the food he eats.

- Surely, in your day, you had music? - Yes, and my day has not passed.

Dave Brubeck, Ray Anthony,

Les Elgart, Mitch Miller,

Les Baxter, Roger Williams...

We'll have no problem.

Gentlemen, we all have to live here.

But we're not going to bring the jungle into my house, thank you very much.

God, Greene, where did you get the balls?

- You are in. - I hope all the teachers aren't like him.

Most are OK. Who'd you get for History?

- Gierasch. - Me, too. He's tough.

- French? - Renard.

Good. We'll get him talking and go to sleep.

- You shower morning or night? - Night.

Hurry up. We'll just make it before lights out.

What a beautiful day.

Renard will be a breeze.

Well...

Well, well.

My musical upstairs neighbours.

Please, do sit down.

Monsieur Renard is cutting back on his teaching load,

so I will have the pleasure of teaching this section of French 4.

I don't understand...

You know how a team works.

I wasn't the quarterback you wanted.

- You are our number one back-up. - But I'd better play halfback.

It's our weakest spot now. You'll make a great halfback.

You can run and you can block. You've got all the stuff, kid.

- And I'll give it my best. - I'm counting on it.

Listen up!

New face on the varsity this year. David Greene.

- Greene comes from Pennsylvania. - Hi.

Played quarterback.

Led his team to a championship win last year in a tough league.

This year, we're concentrating on passing.

McGivern has some new plays.

If captured, eat them. If still alive, meet here tomorrow.

We'll run them through tomorrow.

Today, let's get out there and warm up. Hit it!

- Hi, Coach. - Dillon.

Hi, Dillon. How was practice?

How was practice!

- Where's Greene? - I don't know.

- I thought he'd be here. - Save a place for him, huh?

- Like this... - Will you get off me!

Thank you, God, for your bountiful gifts...

- I'm holding my own. - And French?

- Hate the teacher. - Everybody hates at least one.

I'd better get back to the books.

- Talk soon. - Don't forget Saturday.

- Saturday? - It's Rosh Hashanah.

I've got a game against Winchester, Pop.

It's a very holy day. It goes back longer than us.

You show respect and get to temple.

Davey, do you hear me? No excuses.

OK. Sure, don't worry, Pop.

- I'll speak to you next week. - OK. Bye.

Down!

Set!

Go! Go!

St Matt's, third and five, on the Winchester 41.

Two!

Three!

St Matt's touchdown. St Matt's six. Winchester nothing.

That boy's good. What's his name?

Van Kelt. The boys call him Rip. He's the team captain.

I think he means the boy who threw the pass.

Oh. That's David Greene.

The score is tied seven apiece.

St Matt's ball, third and seven on the Winchester forty-yard line.

Set!

Down!

Set... One!

Go!

Yeah!

Touchdown, St Matt's!

We've got a quarterback! We've found our quarterback!

- Lights out! - Lights out!

You go ahead, dear. I'll be right there.

Who is it?

- David Greene, sir. - What are you doing here, Greene?

Praying, sir.

I imagine your God allows prayer during daylight.

I couldn't get away before. It's Rosh Hashanah, Jewish New Year.

I know what Rosh Hashanah is.

And it ends at sunset if I recall the custom.

Technically. But it wouldn't go over too well if I said I couldn't play.

- My scholarship depends on football. - Yes. I saw the game.

You seemed thoroughly concentrated on the task.

Thank you, sir.

You people are very determined, aren't you?

Sometimes we have to be, sir.

I seem to recall a blessing:

"Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth."

I wonder how meek they'll be when they do, sir.

Are you finished here, Mr Greene?

Yes, sir.

Then I suggest you sneak back to your room.

I shall overlook this evening's infraction.

- Mr Greene? - Sir?

Was it worth it? Breaking a tradition just to win a football game?

Your tradition or mine, sir?

The son of a b*tch gives us English to French!

The pig won't last here. I'll bet you.

Won't last? Connors, I flunked that test.

I'm getting sick of these goddamned bells!

- Henry Vlll assumes throne? - 1509.

- 1649, Mr Smith? - Charles I was executed.

Correct. Which resulted in the establishment of what?

- A commonwealth, Mr Gierasch. - Very good.

Mr Dillon, when did Mary Queen of Scots lose her head?

- 1687. - Close. You're only a century off.

- Mr Greene? - 1587.

Indeed. And what occurred during the years 1553 to 1558?

- Mr Collins? - Bloody Mary.

So it was. Which resulted in what, Mr Reece?

Catholicism was restored.

How come, Mr Connors?

She married what's-his-name.

- Philip? - Well, more or less.

August 9th, 1593?

Anybody?

The birth of lzaak Walton.

A personal favourite.

Mr Dillon, a literary event...

1611?

- McGivern? - Publication of the King James Bible.

Correct.

You care to try for three, Mr Dillon?

I remind you, Mr Dillon, this course has no shallow end.

Sink or swim.

If I don't get total tit tonight, I'll cut my throat.

Sex is my only reason for living.

Then be careful you don't cut your hand!

Life isn't over yet, Mac.

When Princeton might accept a C in French

and you're flunking French, life is over.

Princeton isn't the only lvy League school.

Someone explain to our friend from Scranton.

Five generations of McGiverns have gone to Princeton.

If I don't get in, it means the others had c*cks,

and I just have a wee-wee.

I have trouble sympathising. Harvard wants monthly reports on me.

- How about you, Greene? - Touch and go.

I'm getting a C in French.

Dillon's brother graduates this year. The back-up quarterbacks are thumbs.

I wouldn't go to Harvard. All those Jews and Communists.

- That's just the faculty. - You are so full of sh*t.

Jew-lover!

So what if there are Jews? They're not in the clubs.

- That's not the point. - It is. You don't have to be with them.

- Why would you want to? - I don't want to.

Then don't go to Harvard, Dillon.

- Help? - How would you know?

- What? - If you're with them?

Are you kidding? How would you not know? It's hard to miss a heeb.

Oh, God, girls, eat your hearts out!

Oh, no! You never mess with my hair! I can't believe you did that!

No way! You're dead!

Hurry up, fellas. Come on.

Don't forget to make room for the Holy Ghost.

- You can roll your tongue back up. - She's beautiful!

Sally Wheeler. Dillon says she's his girlfriend.

- Is she? - I guess so. That's the word.

- Isn't that your new quarterback? - David Greene.

He must be half n*gger! He can dance.

Introduce me.

- David! - Excuse me.

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