School Ties Page #5

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, sh*t!

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 sh*t 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 b*tch! 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.

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