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Mr. Kouf, Mr. Greenwalt.

Mr. Tepper here sold you a bottle

of mouthwash with vodka in it?

You will not be punished if you

give it to me in five seconds.

Good. Good night.

Who's next?

If you're gonna kick me out, do it.

Don't make me look like a narc.

If we expelled you, that'd make

four prep schools in four years.

You trying for the "Guinness"

Book of Records?

No, sir.

Should we try this one?

How 'bout this one?

This one?

Yes.

Mr. Burg, Mr. Zarpas.

Billy Tepper sold you

a bottle of vodka.

You have until the count of three

to hand it out here.

One, two...

Good. Good night.

Where to next?

You made your point.

I can't fake you out.

Fine. I admit it.

Don't put me through this anymore.

I'm sorry, but I will not have

alcohol in my dormitories.

Then I'll get it.

I'll bring it to you.

- How many more are there?

- Eight.

- You better not lie to me.

- Eight.

I believe you.

I'll be in my apartment.

You have ten minutes.

Do you think

we should expel you?

Do whatever you want. I'm not about

to beg to stay in this school.

If we threw you out, would you live

with your mother or your father?

I don't exactly have a burning desire

to live with either one of them.

Then what's behind this perverse desire

to risk getting thrown out of school?

You think I set out to get caught?

I don't think you do it

purely for fun.

I was having loads of fun

until you came along.

- Should I pack or what?

- Shut up and sit down.

Stop acting like such a tough guy.

It doesn't impress me.

I'm not going to expel you.

Three schools have done that...

and it's obviously done nothing

for your character.

- Are you listening to me?

- Yes, sir.

I'm gonna do much worse.

I am going to keep you here

until you graduate.

It will probably take years

at this rate.

I might wear you out before then.

Don't you worry about

wearing me out.

I'm gonna wear you out.

Well?

He wanted to know why

I have such a bad attitude.

Did he kick you out?

No.

He put me on pots and pans

for the rest of the semester.

Could be worse.

He could have smashed my kneecaps

with a ball-peen hammer.

God, that f***er.

That a**hole!

Get up. Get up!

We gotta strike back.

We have to do something

epic tonight...

or else I'm gonna look like

a douche bag to the entire school.

You were born looking

like a douche bag.

Come on, Joey. Get dressed!

I don't want to, man. I want to

go to sleep, dream aboutJennifer.

Later.

It was f***ing humiliating, man.

Okay.

See, they're up for it.

- You know me. I'm always up for it.

- Good.

What am I up for tonight?

I don't know.

I'm thinking about it.

- Fire hoses.

- That's been done.

Cherry bombs in the toilets.

It's too destructive. That would let

the dean know he got under our skin.

No, it's gotta be

cooler than that.

It's gotta be something witty,

something elegant.

Why don't you think about it

while I take a nap?

I got it. I got it. Come on.

You'll love this.

Come in.

Sir, Dr. Gould would like

to see you right away in the quad.

Check it out.

It's the headmaster's furniture.

Try not to laugh.

I'm trying.

I mean, just look at this.

The blotter, the pen,

the teacup on my desk.

Everything just

as I left it last night.

You know what

I'd really like to do?

That's to work out here all day.

I don't suppose that would be

too good for discipline, would it?

- I'm afraid not.

- Yes.

- Any idea who did it?

- Very good idea.

Don't be too hard on them.

It's much better than fire hoses in the

chapel or cherry bombs in the toilet.

- You!

- Yo, Billy!

And you.

And you two.

You gentlemen have the honor

of returning this furniture...

back to its original place.

Pick up that banana.

Are there any objections?

- No, sir.

- No, sir.

Yeah, sounds cool.

Hey, taste test. Well?

- Hi. Can I help you?

- How you doin'?

We don't want to hurt anybody.

Get in the truck.

Get down!

Stay on the floor where you are

until we tell you to move.

Don't get up.

Don't do anything.

Is that clear?

Stop! No! Don't hurt him!

They're looking for Donoghue.

You can threaten me

as much as you like.

The fact remains that officers from

the United States Marshal's Service...

took young Donoghue

out of school yesterday...

and they did not say

where they were taking him.

I have been under

a lot of strain lately...

and I don't have

a lot of patience.

If you're lying and he's here,

I will find him.

I'll kill you.

He's not here.

According to this,

you're telling the truth.

If you continue to do that,

you have nothing to fear from me.

These young men

have done nothing to you.

I realize that.

How could this happen? We pay a fortune

for this kind of information!

We were in transit.

They couldn't get to us.

But we might not have a problem.

I think you better

take a look at these.

Anderson, Robert.

- Anderson, Robert!

- Here.

Your father is president

of the Tex-Peet Oil Company.

Yes, sir.

Bradberry, Jonathan.

Your father is Stephen Bradberry?

Chairman of the First

Empire Bank of New York?

Yes.

And vice chairman

of the Republican party?

Yes.

- Giles, Henry the third.

- Yes.

Come here, Giles.

Your father is Representative

Henry Giles Jr.?

Yes.

Chairman of

the Armed Services Committee.

Yes, sir.

Trotta, Joseph.

Your father is Albert Trotta

of New York City.

Yes.

The Albert Trotta?

What's the matter?

Not proud of your father.

No.

- Montoya, Ricardo.

- Yes, sir.

Your father is senior partner

atJohnson, Montoya and Epps?

Yes, sir.

And past president of

the California Bar Association.

Yes, sir.

So tell me, Ricardo.

Are you a Mexican?

Mexican-American.

Do you speak Spanish?

No, not really.

No, wait!

"Wait" what?

You don't speak Spanish.

I'm sorry.

I do speak a little Spanish.

Hey, don't!

Hey, don't do that!

Come on, man.

- Is he a friend of yours?

- Yes, he is.

Tell your friend he's lucky

I didn't shoot him.

What's your name?

- William Tepper.

- William Tepper.

What does your father do,

William?

He's a contractor.

He owns the third largest

construction company in the world.

Yeah, he's a contractor.

You're not afraid?

- Yes, I'm afraid.

- Good.

Don't f*** with me.

You're right, Jack.

We don't need Donoghue.

We can play with this.

I want the slick little bastard

that spray painted my car!

Otherwise...

I'm gonna arrest any of them damn

rejects that show their face in town!

I don't think so.

- Take a look at this.

- Mouthwash.

No. It's vodka.

- One-hundred proof vodka.

- So?

So you got an uncle that owns

that liquor store down the street.

- Wait just a damn minute.

- You wait just a damn minute, Sheriff.

We're gonna make ourselves

a little deal here.

You're gonna forget about

who spray painted your car...

- Sheriff!

- Listen, if you think...

Somebody's been shot

out at the Regis School!

Come on, Dean.

It's Frank Ingram.

- What's going on up at the school?

- We don't know.

We get fired on

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