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Hike.

Boot!

Get him out of there.

Manning! Get over here.

Now what the hell is
the problem out there?

- Coach, look.

I know I ain't the world's
greatest pass receiver,

but Ralphie here, he
ain't even getting close.

- You're damn right you're
not the greatest receiver.

You're not any kind of receiver.

If you could just follow the pass pattern.

- Dad, can I talk to you alone?

- It was a simple hook
right 10 and reverse,

and it's there.

Is that too difficult to understand?

- Dad, please!

- All right, we're gonna
go with the running game.

Higher eight behind wedge.

Deep throwing clutch, 23A.

Okay?

Get back in there and win!
- All right.

- Coach, I think Ralph has something

he wants to tell you.

- What the hell is it, Ralphie?

- Look, you know I'm
trying as hard as I can,

but I can't!

I just can't!

Look, for the team's sake,

for my sake, put in Boot.

Look, please.

I want you to be proud of me,

but I can't be you!
- Proud?

Of course I'm proud of you, Ralph.

I know you can do it,

if you just concentrate.

Look, no son of mine's a quitter.

Now get back in there

and play the game the
way I used to, go on.

Go on!

- Okay.

- Stick.

- Yeah.

- It's time.

- Time for daddy's little
boy to eat hot death.

- Wow.

- What do you think?

What do you think, what do you think?

- A little small, but I think it'll do.

- Oh, we'll manage.

Welcome!

Welcome, Alice.

- Good to see you.
- And Sam.

- Purdy.

- I'm Pudge Purdy.

And this here's my wife, Rose.

- I know.

- And my pride and joy, Bessie.

- Well.
- Named her after my mom.

- We're so pleased you'll
be staying with us.

And there's plenty of
room for a growing boy.

- All the same, Mrs. Purdy,

but I think Sam's already
grown enough for a while.

- Let me show you the inside of the house,

and then you can see what
you want to bring in.

- Somebody here is
doing a heap of reading.

- Yeah, science stuff is mine.

Mom's a legal eagle.

- Lawyer?
- Paralegal.

She's going back to school

as soon as she knows I'm
squared away at college.

- I see you play a little football, Sam.

- A little.

- Well, you've come to
the right place, son.

Wake is a football town.

- Really?

Coach back home told me

Wake had a losing record
the past two years.

- Can I help you?

That looks kind of heavy.

- Sure.

- Since Dunn took over for Bill Riley.

Riley led our boys to
two state championships.

And naturally, Wake College reeled him in

like a prized trout.

Doing fine, I hear.

Now, there's Coach Dunn.

Full of spit and promises,

and a no-talent lump of a son, too.

- And now?

- Well, kid got himself hurt today.

Sorry about that, of course,

but now there's Jack Butkowski.

Heart like a lion, an
arm like a rattlesnake.

Had to hang in the shadow of Dunn's wealth

for the past couple of years, but now,

he's the only game in town.

What position do you play, Sam?

- Tight end.

- If you can do the down and out,

old Jack Boot's gonna hit you

with pig skin cannonball!

- I'll be looking forward to it.

Hey, are you coming to
the games, Mr. Purdy?

- Call me Pudge, son.

Of course I'm going to the game.

Seeing you out in the field,

be like having one of my own out there.

- Thanks, Pudge.

I'll try to snag some of
those cannonballs for you.

Heads up!

Atta boy!

- You got a problem?

- Put out the butt.

Come on, put out the butt.

Read my lips.

Ha, that's a good little boy.

So I hear
you and your mother

set up shop over at old Pudge Purdy's.

You know Pudge?

Old Pudge had to bird-dog me

through the first three or four years

I was here at Wake.

- Pudge is a teacher?

- Was.

They dragged him out to
pasture three years ago.

He used to be the top hand

over at the school auto shop.

School board still lets him use it

to work on Old Bessie.

There's not a student here past or present

who doesn't love that man.

So, let's see what we've got here, huh?

Oh, outstanding academic record.

Excellent PSAT scores.

A little bit weak in
social studies, though.

Oh, state standard exam's
in a couple of weeks.

You ought to do okay on it, though.

So, what are you gonna take up in college?

- Space.
- Seriously?

- Seriously.

My father taught astronomy

back in a nowhere junior
college in Wyoming.

He died when I was 10.

He didn't leave us a lot of money,

but he did leave a real
love for the heavens.

I want to get up there, Mr. Giles.

I want to walk on Mars.

- I believe you will, Sam.

But our first small step

is gonna have to be
getting you into college.

You and Butkowski can put some
numbers on the score board.

We're talking scholarships, partner.

- I guess we are.

- Any thoughts?
- Just one.

- Yeah.
- Princeton.

- Second choice?
- None.

Second best is nowhere.

- Marty, Dr. Fish is waiting.

- Be right there.

Princeton it is.

- You must be new, dude.

- When you come in here,

you gotta say, "It's all right."

So we know you ain't the man.

- Thanks.

- It's no problem.

- It's my first day of school.

- It's kind of hard to
keep it all under control.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Hey.

Turn it off, turn it off.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

It's your popsicle stick.

I saw you toss it, now pick it up!

- And what are you, Wedge, garbage truck?

Besides, it wasn't a popsicle,

it was a creamsicle.

You couldn't see it

'cause of the pig fat around your eyes.

- I don't care if it was a ratsicle,

you little nerd.

Now pick it up, before
I tear off your head

and spit down your neck.

- Okay, Wedge, enough's enough.

You made your point.

- Hang out with the wimps and the weirdos

and the guys on the team
are gonna call you loser.

- Do you ever wonder
why the guys on the team

call you Wedge?

- Yeah, it's 'cause I'm like a wedge

for Jack Boot to run behind.

- No.

It's because the wedge
is the simplest tool

known to mankind.

- You know what you need, Myra?

- Hey now, wait, wait, whoa, big guy.

That's no way to talk to a lady.

- Who says Myra's a lady?

And what are you, Rambo or something?

Come on, get up, wimp.

Come on, let's go, get up.

- Down Wedge, down.

- Thanks.

No, I think I've beaten up on him

enough for this morning.

- Yeah.

I'm Jack Butkowski.

- I know.

I mean, I guess you must be.

Sam Adams.

- Sam?

Wedge, you rabid rhino.

You almost crippled our new tight end.

- I didn't know.
- Listen,

thanks for the compliment,

but I haven't even gone
out for the team yet.

- Oh, you'll come out.

From what I hear,

you were all county, first
team your junior year.

- Thanks.

There wasn't any competition.

- So what?

Hey, our record was one and nine.

Even reporters stopped
coming to our games.

Stick here was our number one receiver,

and he couldn't catch a cold
in the Arctic Circle, you know?

- It's good to meet you, Sam.

And this is our running back, Frame.

Hey.

I guess some things are more
important than football.

- Not in September.

Yo, Frame.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Sam Adams.

- Sam, how you doing?
- Come on, this way.

I think we got a table here.

- I'm beginning to wonder
about you, Jack Butkowski.

Every time I see you,

you have your arms around another guy.

- Oh, I wouldn't lie to you, babe.

I always tell you,

football first, romance second.

Kim Gordon, I'd like you
to meet our new tight end.

Sam Adams.

- Hi.
- Tight end, huh?

What do you think, Sandra?

- Oh, have a seat, Sam.

I want to see you at
practice tonight, Sam.

- You bet.

Okay, okay.

It was a good workout.

Now take the rest of the day off, guys.

- Hey, coach, how about a
warm-down run to end practice?

- Yeah, sounds good.

- Thanks a lot.

- Thank you.

- Well?
- Well what?

- Did I make it?

- The team?
- Yeah.

- Of course!

- The coach didn't say anything.

- Oh, he never does.

Look, Sam, it's like this.

That dude's a zero.

We kinda have to decide
things for ourselves.

I see.

- Does that bother you?
- I don't know.

I mean, coach back home was
a pretty strong character.

- Oh yeah, that's the
same with the old coach.

But that ain't here and that ain't now.

- Guess not.

- So what do we do?

- Make it up as we go along.

- That's all I'm trying to do.

- What about that stuff
with Wedge, though,

and that kid with the popsicle stick?

- Oh, you know, that's
the trouble with Wedge.

You can turn him on,

but you can't always turn him off.

But look, Sam.

What we're trying to do

is change a school that's
been dead in the water

for two years.

We're trying to give the
kids a sense of pride.

Not just in the football team,

but in the school itself.

The way we look, the way we act,

the whole thing.

So, okay, then Wedge
goes off the deep end,

and I have to try to push
him back into his cage.

But still, I'm trying to
capture the school spirit,

the way it was under coach Riley.

What's wrong with that?

- Nothing, I guess.

- Welcome to the Wolfpack.

Okay.

- It's never what's being
said that's important.

It's how it's being seen and felt.

The medium is the message.

Never underestimate the
power of the big lie.

History tells us that the
more skillfully it is told,

the more boldly it is repeated,

the more difficult it is to resist.

Isn't that true...

Mr. Adams?

- I don't know that much
about history, Dr. Vere.

- You know, there's an old saying.

He who is ignorant of history

is condemned to repeat its mistakes.

Then again, Henry Ford,

a very practical American,

once said history is bunk.

Mr. Butkowski,

what does our star quarterback think?

- About history?

I think we make our own history.

- But who's we, Mr. Butkowski?

I mean, is history made by the great men?

The MacArthurs,

the Caesars,

the Napoleons.

The Doug Fluties.

Or, are the great men made by those

that surround them?

The king-makers,

the image-makers,

the puppet-masters.

- I'm not sure,

but aren't the great men

the ones who don't sit around

and wait for history?

They make things happen.

You talk about the big lie.

Is it really a lie at all?

Whatever a really great
man decides is true,

people eventually believe.

And then, it becomes true.

- Sounds like the Ministry
of Truth from 1984.

- So it does, Art, so it does.

But isn't that the task
of an image-maker, Art,

to re-shape reality?

I mean, isn't that what Mr. Butkowski's

Superman of history would do?

- Superman?

I don't know, Dr. Vere.

To me, he's just a guy
who likes to fly around

in his underwear.

- Well said, Jack.

Well said, indeed.

With your usual "aw,
shucks" boyish sincerity.

You know, a wise man once said,

"Sincerity is the most
important of virtues.

Once you can fake that,
you've got it made."

Eh, Jack?

- Schlein, John, Russika, Jane,

Leo Grande, Leslie,

Harrison, Norm,

Gifford, Al,

Gebhardt, George,

the Archangel, Nick,

Wahausee, Tom,

Adams, Sam...

and Abott, Myra.

Abott, Myra.

- Abott, Myra?

- That's a pretty good trick.

- What?

- You wearing a shirt like that

and then pretending that
you can actually read.

And you even got the book right side up.

And I didn't see your lips move once.

- It's an acquired skill.

Like giving the benefit of the doubt

to someone you've just met.

- You're right.

I was rude.

Usually, those numerals indicate an IQ.

- You mustn't judge a jock by his number.

- Okay, I won't.

I guess I was just disappointed.

You seemed really nice yesterday.

Are you nice, Adams, Sam?

- Try me.

- Maybe I will.

What are you reading?

- An English writer.

John Stuart Mill, On Liberty.

It's for my humanities lecture.

Have you read this?

- Sure.

The tyranny of the majority.

The idea that a large group of people

can take away the rights of a small group,

or of an individual.

- Ah, yes, tyranny of the majority.

It's too bad Mill never wrote an essay

on the tyranny of the muscular.

- Friend of yours?

- Sam Adams, Walter Abrams.

- Pleased to meet you, Walter.

- Why?

You need a friend?

- As you might guess,

Walter is a politician.

What's he running against?

- The tide.

Namely, your fearless leader, Jack Boot.

- For what?
- Student Body President.

May I count on your support?

I could use someone brawny
to hulk up my platform.

- Are you campaigning for
Mr. Personality here, Myra?

- Yeah, I approve of his slogan.

- Which is?

- Anybody but Jack Boot.

Give this to Myra, Steph.

Yeah, I haven't seen her.

Study for the test?

Yeah, how was it?

- It was pretty easy, wasn't it?

- It was really easy.

- Come on, Sam.

It won't hurt to hear
it from the other side.

- Look, Myra, give me a break.

I don't care about politics.

- You spend all day long

with the athlete's foot all-stars.

Do this for me.
- I'm gonna be late

for practice.
- So?

- That's not fair.

- I never said I'd play fair.

- Hi, Myra.
- Hi, Suzanne.

- How's this?

- Looks good!
- Yeah.

- Nice of you to show up, Myra.

And with the liniment poster boy, too.

- Walter, how do you
expect to win this election

if you're gonna bad-mouth
everyone you meet?

- I don't expect to win.

I expect to come in a distant third

in a field of two.

- Come on, Myra, let's go.

- Wait.

Walter, grow up.

You've got to stop judging people

by their stereotypes.

Give 'em a chance.

Sam is here because
he's willing to listen.

- Is that why he's here?

- He's hopeless.

L-E-T-S G-O.

That's the way we spell "Let's go!"

Let's go!

Hey, hey, let's go!

- Flea flicker 10, option, on two.

Number 45,

he's gonna get it from three sides.

Know who you are.

All right?
- Let's get 'em, guys.

- On two.

- Ready?
- Break!

- Who's that guy sticking you, Sam?

Who's that guy sticking you?

- I'll take it, I know.

- Frame, you know what to do.

Okay, cowboy option on three.

Cowboy option on three.

- Ready.
- break!

We're number one!

We're number one!

We're number one!

We're number one!

We're number one!

We're number one!

We're number one!

We're number one!

We're number one!

We're number one!

We're number one!

We're number one!

- One, one, one.
- Hey!

- One, one, one, one.
- That's right, one!

- One, one, one, one!
- One win!

That's two altogether.

We only need six more

to get into the states.

So I'm calling a special
practice for tomorrow.

- Come on, Jack.

The rules don't allow for Sunday practice.

- Ah, don't worry, coach.

It's unofficial.

Just a bunch of guys getting together

for some touch football.
- Yeah!

- What do you say, troops?

Yeah!

- All right!

Hey.

Hey, Adams, all right.

- Way to go, Sam!

- Hey, I'm proud of you, Sam, baby.

- Yo, Adams,

you were pretty impressive
out there today.

- Hey, well, wherever I ran,

the ball was there when I arrived.

- We do make a good combo at that.

- Nice, captain.
- Same, boy.

Hey, some of the guys are getting together

a little later on.

You coming?

- Nah...
- That delicious

little cheerleader Sandra

kinda likes you back.

- No, I got a date.

- You got a date?

Who's the lucky girl?

- Myra Abott.

- Myra.

Pretty girl.

- Oh, now if I could only get her

to say something nice about you.

- Yeah, Myra's not one of my fans.

Maybe you can bring her around.

- I don't know.

She's supporting Walter
Abrams for President.

- My worthy opponent.

How do you feel about it?

- Football is football,

and politics is politics.

- Hey!

- You've gotta be a football hero

to get along with a beautiful girl.

- Only reason to play the game.

- And all this time I thought

it was just Princeton.

- Ah, you come on there, you little cutie.

I'm going to get us a hunk of pie.

No faces, Sam.

I baked it, not Rose.

Sam's had to choke down

some of Rose's cooking before, Myra.

I'll tell you, the woman's a saint.

Raised those kids.

I couldn't have done it.

A saint, but she can't cook.

- Pudge, it's the best piece
of pie I've ever tasted.

- You ever heard of the
Purdy Chronicle, Sam?

- No.

- Well, it's not much of a saga, really.

Grew up in an old house,

met Rose, got married,

ate out a lot.

Had four kids.

- Four?

- Yeah, you hear Rose gabbin'
about the three girls.

Married, of course.

Kids of their own.

But we had a son, too. Tommy.

To this day, I can't say
his name in front of Rose.

Makes her sad for days.

- What happened, Pudge?

- Brain hemorrhage.

Playing the game.

Just playing the game.

- He played football?

- As good as they come, son.

He was a wide receiver.

Good moves, great hands.

Team was doing well, too.

Then it got sour.

- How?
- It's hard to say.

Little things, really.

A few more clips, a couple
of blind-sides, piling on.

Team got kind of blood crazy.

Anything to win.

You know?

- I think I do.

- They lose the man, 72.

- Fine.

- You've got him.

I'm talking clothesline.

Wolfpack!

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!

- Watch where you're going!

- Hey!
- All right.

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!

Wolfpack!

We're number one!

We're number one! We're number one!

We're number one!

- Remember that first day?

When you defended me in the cafeteria.

I thought I had met
someone really special.

- Myra...

- I thought you had courage, Sam.

I was wrong.

You belong with them.

Boot and Kim.

Sam and Sandra.

Sounds about right.

Bye, Sam.

- Something tells me my friend Sam

has lady problems.

- What makes you say that?

- I know you.

I know Myra.

- So what's this Superman stuff with Vere?

- Nothing.

He's just always on my case.

Funny, he gave me those books,

philosophy, psychology,
in the first place.

- So?
- So I read them.

Some of them made sense.

Especially the stuff by Nietzsche.

Now, he's always on my case.

He's a kind of frustrated
politician himself.

He lost a race for the state
assembly a few years ago,

in spite of all he knows
about media campaigns.

Guess he couldn't package himself.

Look, Sam.

Something wonderful is happening at Wake.

Right now, we're cleaning house.

We're taking out the garbage.

The burnouts, the druggies,

the greasy punks.

That's the easy part.

Soon, we take on a greater challenge.

- Walter Abrams?

- Walter Abrams and his type.

Look at the world, Sam.

Look at what's happening to America.

- Jack, Wake High School isn't the world.

- Sam, it's a piece of the world.

We can make it better.

We all stay together.

You, me, Wedge, Stick, Frame.

We all go to State University.

- Hey, wait, whoa, aren't
you forgetting something?

All right, this is a football team,

not the Honors Society.

It's a miracle these guys

can maintain a C average

just to stay on the team.

They can't even read or write.

A miracle.

Just as miraculously,

they'll all do well on the state standard.

They'll do very well.

And we'll all go to state together.

Let's just say, Sam,

somebody up there likes me.

- Hello?

Is anyone in here?

Hi, Sam. Come on in.

- Johnny?

- Hey, Sam, you looked
great out there on Saturday.

- Thanks, Johnny.

Listen, is Dr. Vere around?

- Well, Mr. Adams, how are you?

- Dr. Vere, I hope I'm
not interrupting anything.

- No, not at all.

We're just setting up
for the nightly news.

- Listen, do you have a couple minutes?

I could really use some advice.

- Sure, Sam.

If you think I can be of any help.

Johnny, would you please finish up

in the editing room for me?

Thank you.

What's on your mind, Sam?

- Have you seen any of
the games this year?

These days, who hasn't?

We're winning.

We're winning.

- But?

- But it's the way we're winning.

And what the guys are like off the field.

- Yes.

I remember it well.

- You remember?

- Well, sure I do.

Twenty years ago, I was
quite a jock myself,

believe it or not.
- Yeah?

- Yeah, right here, as a matter of fact.

- Did you know Tommy Purdy?

- Yes, I did.

Great kid.

I had the privilege of
playing beside Tommy.

Whole team was really
upset by the accident.

Excuse me.

- Pudge told me that
Tommy's team, your team,

got a little...

well, crazy, as the season went on.

- Sam, could you go sit
in that chair over there?

I'd like to get a focus on you.

Well, maybe we did get a
little bit crazy, sure.

- Sure?

- Well, it's only natural, Sam.

You win a few games,

you get pretty high on yourself.

Figure you could do anything,

get away with anything.

Something you outgrow.

- And in the meantime?

- Well, in the meantime,

you roll with the punches.

Sam, your goal is Princeton, right?

- Right.

- Okay.

So don't get involved in something

that's not gonna be that
important in the long run.

I mean, what you're seeing is a ceremony,

a ritual of young manhood.

- But they hurt people.

- Don't you get involved with that.

You just keep yourself straight.

- It's off the field, too.

They're still pushing people
around in the hallways,

even more so since this stupid
school election got started.

- Just stay focused, Sam.

I mean, after all,

what's another school election?

Another class comes along and
there will be someone new.

- I don't like what they're doing.

Boot doesn't do it himself,

but these goons in black and white.

So take off the shirt.

- What?
- Your team shirt.

Don't wear it all the time.

It's just a tribal symbol.

I mean, wear it for game days, I suppose,

and pep rallies, but otherwise,

wear regular school clothes.

- What good is that gonna do?

- People will know what
you're saying, Sam.

Believe me.

By the way, are you
supporting this other fellow,

Walter Abrams?

- I don't know.

He's kind of a jerk.

I actually like Boot much
better on a personal level.

- Take your time, Sam.

You make up your own mind.

I think you'll see that things have a way

of working out.

Thanks, Dr. Vere.

- Okay, okay, pipe down.

Come on, come on, calm down.

Today, we have the debate

between the guys running for President

of the Student Council.

First, let me introduce Jack Butkowski.

- The Wake Wolfpack is a winner!

When I look out at you,

at the sea of black and white,

I'm proud.

Not too long ago,

only us jocks and a few die-hard boosters

wore those jerseys.

But now, it's everybody.

Well...

almost everybody.

You see, old Walter sits there

in his button-down underwear

and he misses the point.

We like being winners.

It's contagious.

Have you noticed?

The soccer team is winning.

The field hockey team is winning.

The cross country team is winning.

And when you wear those shirts,

when you get to class on time,

when you make the sure
the corridors are clean,

you're winning.

Grades are up, discipline
problems are down,

and Wake High School becomes a model

for the rest of the country.

And that's why everybody's happy.

Yes, everybody's happy,

except --

Walter Abrams.

- Right.

Walter Abrams.

You see, old Walter is the kind of guy

who's always afraid that someone,

somewhere, is having a good time.

Who opposes special student budgets

for the booster club?

Walter Abrams.

- Who opposes student patrols

for the corridors and the lavatories?

Walter Abrams.

- Who opposes special buses

for away games at student council expense?

Walter Abrams.

- And who will be roundly rejected

by the entire student
body on election day?

Walter Abrams.

- Now, all right, all right.

Now we have the other candidate.

Walter Abrams.

- My name is Walter Abrams.

I take it you've heard of me.

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!
- I am not happy.

I am not happy when I see
the student council budget

being chopped up for frivolous reasons.

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!
- Yes, yes, Jack Boot!

So, where does he want to get the money

to increase the booster club budget?

More t-shirts?

More banners, more noise-makers?

Why, from the funding,

student council has always provided

for the one-to-one movement
for retarded children.

If you don't believe me,

read his proposal.

And where does the money come from

for free student council buses?

From the money to support the drama club

and the computer club,

and the literary magazine.

Mr. Butkowski claims

he does not have to raise your dues

to accomplish his programs.

Of course not.

All he has to do is give
Wake High School a lobotomy.

A high school needs more than a heart,

it needs a mind.

But Mr. Butkowski is
right about some things.

I, too, want clean corridors.

Yes, I, too, want lavatories I can enter

without choking to death.

But not at the price of goon squads

roaming the halls,

enforcing rules by violence.

Teachers can't do that.

It's against the law.

It ought to be against the law.

Violence, intimidation, brute force.

That's what Mr. Butkowski represents!

It's about time someone told you

what Mr. Butkowski is.

He's a fascist.

No!

Back off, back off!

- Are you all right?

Come on, let's get him out of here.

- Move it, move it!
- Come on, get back.

Get back, come on.

- Walter, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.
- Walter, are you sure?

- Yeah, sure, I'm okay.

Thanks.

- Guy's kinda clumsy.

- Sam.

Letter arrived for you today.

They're interested, full ride.

- Princeton?
- Princeton.

- Congratulations.

- Dr. Gerald O'Neil,
The High Road to Space,

the whole bit.

Scott wants you to come

make a visit to the campus next week.

All it takes, Sam,

is a couple of more football games

and your letter of intent.

- I know.

- Come on, Walter, let's go see the nurse.

- Sam, I'm sorry.

I know you have to get
along with those people.

It's the only way you're gonna get

your football scholarship.

You deserve it.

- Can you blame 'em?

They feel like you're
not one of us anymore.

Like you're letting the team down.

- And you?

- I don't know.

I'd kinda like to know
that when I let it fly,

you'll be down the field to catch it.

- Depends on what you're throwing.

- Look.

Will you be with us on Saturday?

- I'll be there.

How'd you get in here, man?

These days, it's like getting backstage

at a Springsteen concert.

- Easy.

One of my associates greased the janitor,

and the Ice Man slides on in.

And, uh...

This bud's for you,

for all the smoking you do.

What are we talking about here for?

- Nickel bag.

- Nickel bag?

Man, you're yanking my
chain for a nickel bag?

Ain't no profit in no nickel bag, man.

You used to be dealing by the pound, huh?

You shopping down the
street, dude? Huh, huh?

You're gonna learn

to never leave the Ice Man, huh?

- No! No, man!

You're the one and only.

It's Boot and the Wolfpack.

Everybody's straight.

Nobody buys, nobody sells.

They're bad dudes, man.

All right.

How's it hanging?

Didn't nobody tell ya?

You're supposed to let us
know when you're coming in.

- Sorry.

- Yeah, you're sorry.

For all we know, you were a teacher.

- Pick it up.

- What?

- My butt.

I had to toss it in the toilet.

Pick it up.

- Yeah.

It's a mess.

We really want you to pick it up.

- Thanks anyway, I'll pass.

- Say what?

- Good idea, wrong approach.

Do it, boy!

- No way.

- No way?

No way?

Ice Man's got a way, yeah.

Ice Man's gonna cut you high, wide,

and repeatedly.

- We didn't know those guys, Dr. Fish.

We just came in to use the bathroom.

- I see.

- Ice must have had a private stash.

And they taped it to him.

- Yeah, like a joke.

- So how come I'm not laughing?

You're lucky, gentlemen.

You're lucky Ice didn't involve you

with the drug charge.

He'll take that fall all alone.

Mr. Giles, will you set
up parental conferences

for Cheech and Chong here?

- Yes, Dr. Fish.

- I may decide to suspend you both anyway.

Now get out.

You found them how, Mr. Cleary?

- Completely covered with tape, Dr. Fish.

With their heads over the toilet bowl.

- Running Ice out of the school is great,

but there are things
going on in this school

that are starting to snowball.

We nearly had a riot in
the auditorium yesterday.

It's gotten out of hand, Dr. Fish.

- Does it look that way to you, James?

- I'm not as concerned as Marty.

These things come and go in cycles.

It's a natural reaction.

To what?

- Permissiveness, I guess.

- Jim, there are some very serious

moral questions involved here.

- Oh, I know, Marty.

I know.

But I think we should understand

what's happening first.

Now, look.

For years, this school has had problems

with druggies, burnouts, true?

Okay.

So one day the kids get together,

almost by accident,

and decide they've had enough.

They can't go to the bathroom

without choking to death on the smoke.

The halls are a mess.

Everybody's depressed

and the teachers can't
do anything about it.

- The problems is that --
- They can't do

anything about it.

It's gotten too complicated.

So the kids are taking
care of it themselves.

And if the unlamented Ice is an example,

they're getting results.

- And Mussolini made
the trains run on time.

- There's nothing wrong

with getting trains to run on time, Marty.

Our job is to make this
a teaching situation.

Now, are we afraid of
that kind of a challenge?

Gentlemen?

- Don't you --
- As always,

you make good sense, Jim.

I'm certainly not gonna
curb the school's spirit.

It's sorely needed.

And it certainly makes
our job much easier.

Don't worry, don't worry about it, Marty.

We'll keep an eye on things.

- Spark plug wrench.

So?

- So it's just getting worse, Pudge.

We're into the state tournament now.

The semifinal game's tomorrow.

Smart money says I should
just keep my mouth shut.

- What does the dumb money say?

- This isn't football,
this is gang warfare.

And the whole mood of the school is ugly.

Even the stupid school
election is getting violent.

- Sam.

You just about got a headlock

on that scholarship, ain't you?

- Oh, I hope so.

- Then go to school.

Practice as usual.

Common sense, son.

What's one more school election?

- That's what Dr. Vere said.

- Vere?

- Yeah, he's my communications teacher.

He's really smart and interesting.

He played ball with Tommy.

- Yeah.

I know.

- Pudge?

Yeah?

- Are you coming to the game on Saturday?

- Wouldn't miss it.

I told you.

It's like watching one of my own.

- Well, that ought to do it.

- Take it over.
- Okay.

Thanks, Pudge.

I'll see you back at the house.

- Boot, while you were out running,

me and the guys, we --
- I still say

we should trash him.

- It's fragging time.

- What's the matter with us?

I say we take care of this guy right now.

- I love what you're up to,

but Stick, come on.

Are you suddenly able to catch my passes?

Let me tell you.

After next week's game,

he retires.

For good, okay?

Now get out of here.

I gotta make the connection.

It's state standard time.

- Boot, what's the matter?

Don't you trust us?

- Trust you?

You're my brothers.

But the man doesn't trust anyone.

That's the way it works.

- Looks like you'll have to
run a tighter ship, Jack.

- Mr. Purdy.

Look, Mr. Purdy.

I know you're not my biggest fan,

but I'd kinda like to ask a favor, huh?

Kinda keep this between us, okay?

I mean, it's better that way.

You know how the guys are.

I can't always control them.

Really.

It'd be better for both of us.

- Not this time.

Over my dead body.

- Whatever you say, Pudge.

Whatever you say.

- Tommy?

- No, Pudge. It's me, Sam.

- I know, I know.

Didn't want to let you down, Tommy.

- No Pudge, it's Sam.

Tommy's gone.

All right? A long time ago. The accident?

- No accident.

They always knew.

- What?

Knew what, Pudge?

- Oh, Pudge...

One, two, three, four!

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!

- Looks like Sam the Man

is finally getting some hair on his thing.

- Shut up and call the play.

- Ooh, okay, Sam.

We're gonna do an 85 slant right on two.

- Ready?
- Break!

- Down, set, hut hike!

We're number
one! We're number one!

We're number one!

We're number one! We're number one!

We're number one! We're number one!

We're number one!

- Sam, Walter has to talk to you.

- Walter, what happened?

You look worse than I do.

- You know how dangerous our stairways are

when they get crowded.

- Yeah, certain stairways, certain crowds.

- I want you to run for me.

Listen, it's not that I'm afraid.

I don't care if I get tossed

down every stairway in the building.

- Walter, what do you want?

- When Adlai Stevenson made a speech,

people used to say how well he spoke.

When John Kennedy spoke,

they marched.

- I am no JFK.

- You're the best we've got.

- Thanks, Walter.

- Whatever you decide.

- Stay with my mom.

- Sam, be careful.
- I'll be all right.

- You see, it works.

It's an idea as old as Julius Caesar.

The bold attack,

the daring thrust.

The world is full of sheep,

waiting to see what the wolves will do.

And that's why sheep are good

for sweaters and lamb chops,

and not much else.

- Like Walter Abrams?

- Why, hello Sam.

Welcome to the party.

- Talk to me.

- What seems to be your problem, Sam?

- Walter Abrams got
shoved down a stairway.

This is where it stops, Boot, right here!

- You're wrong, Sam. It doesn't stop here.

There's one more week to go.

You need that state championship victory

to get your free ride at Princeton.

What are you gonna do?

Back out before the final game?

You think they're gonna
risk a $60,000 scholarship

on a quitter?

No, it doesn't stop here.

Not only for next week,
and the state championship,

but for the rest of the year as well.

We'll train for basketball,

and wrestling, and baseball.

But we'll really be training for life.

The world is ready for us, gentlemen.

We must make ourselves
ready for the world.

Oh, yeah, Sam.

Wedge found that in the street.

- Yeah, I just found it in the street.

- You are a maniac!

- Hold it! Hold it!

You guys going crazy?

Get out.

Sam, Sam!

My God.

Come on, Sam, let's take a walk.

- See you around, Princeton boy.

- Not next week, you won't.

- Are you okay?

- I should have listened to Myra.

I should have done something sooner.

- Sam, I came looking for you.

I've got good news.

Pudge is gonna be all right.

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

- What do you want, Sam?

- The truth.

- Who are we?

Wolfpack!

- Who are we?

Wolfpack!

- Who are we?

Wolfpack!

- Power is truth.

That's all you need to know.

- That's funny, Jack.

I thought truth was beauty.

- Purity, strength, focus.

These words form the core of my life.

They are at the center
of my commitment to you.

As you know,

Walter Abrams has withdrawn from the race

for student council president.

But another has risen to take his place.

No, no, no.

Just because a man quits

before the last game of the season

is no reason to get down on him.

Football isn't everything.

Or so I've been told.

So just have some patience.

Hear him out.

Let's hear what he has to say.

Maybe he's come to rejoin the team

and be with us when we win.

Because with him or without him,

we will win.

We are!

Wolfpack!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

- I want to thank --

I want to thank Jack Butkowski.

Jack Boot! Jack Boot!

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!

Wolfpack! Wolfpack!
- I want to thank

Jack Butkowski for giving me

this time to speak to you.

Jack has courage.

No one will ever deny him that.

It takes courage to be a quarterback.

To step back into the pocket,

and calmly look down
field for your receivers

while a ton of defense
is about to jump on you.

Jack has that kind of courage.

Of course,

so does Ralph Dunn.

But Ralph's season was cut short.

A broken play, missed signals.

It's the breaks of the game.

So Jack Boot got his shot at quarterback.

It takes courage to run for public office,

to stand in front of
hundreds of people and...

and risk public ridicule by suggesting

that you have what it takes to lead them.

Jack Butkowski has that kind of courage.

Of course, so does Walter Abrams.

But Walter's season was cut short.

An accident on the stairway.

I guess politicians have to learn

to watch their step.

It takes courage to do the right thing

day after day, month after
month, year after year.

This is classic courage

that has passed the test of time,

and not even Jack Butkowski

can lay claim to that kind of courage.

He hasn't lived long enough.

But we all know a man

who exemplifies classic courage.

Pudge Purdy.

For 40 years, no man has doubted

Pudge Purdy's courage,

either as a decorated
veteran of World War II,

or as a person who
simply speaks the truth,

no matter what the consequences.

So when Pudge says that
he was violently beaten

by members of the Wake
High School football team,

responsible people have to ask who

and why.

The "who," I think, is clear.

The masks slipped

and Pudge saw Frame and Stick.

They told the police who sent them.

The "why" is a little more obscure.

Maybe there's no such
thing as too much power.

Maybe there's no limit to the contempt

the Jack Boots of this
world have for people.

Maybe.

We'll have to ask him that.

And maybe we'll have to ask ourselves.

- Boot!

Boot! I'm not going alone, Boot!

I'm not going alone!

Boot!

- Okay, what do we do now?

- What we do now, young man, is wait.

There's always tomorrow.

And tomorrow has already begun.