School Ties Page #4

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 sh*t!

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 b*tch!

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.

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