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I can't believe this.

Is that the fastest
he can count votes?

Alex, will you relax?

I can't... I can't relax.

Being editor is important to me.

You're gonna be the
new editor. I can feel it

How can you be so sure?

You ran unopposed.

I didn't vote for him.

How did you mark your ballot?

"Not him."

Thanks for your confidence.

All right, everybody.

Let me have your
attention, please.

Here are the results
of today's election.

In the balloting for editor,

Alex Keaton, 21.

Not him, 17.

I give you the new editor of
the Harding Hurrah, Alex Keaton.

Congratulations.
Thank you, Mr. Winkler.

And, uh, thanks to all of you

for giving me this opportunity.

"The history of journalism

"is as old as the
history of history itself.

"Since the invention
of movable type

in the middle 15th century..."

Oh, sounded great, Alex.

It's too bad that bell
cut you off like that.

Uh, Mr. Winkler, do you want
to hear the rest of my speech?

Uh, well, It's just
a matter of, uh...

How can I phrase this?

No, I don't want to hear it.

You know, I have got
some big plans for this paper.

I'm going to put the
Harding Herald on the map.

The name of the paper is
the Harding Hurrah, Alex.

Oh, yeah. That's the first
thing. We've got to change that.

See, it's not a real
dynamic name, you know?

None of the big city
papers have that name.

There's no New York Hurrah,

or Detroit Free Hurrah... Alex,

Let me give you
some advice, will you?

We've got a good
little paper here.

Don't rock the boat.

Good little pape... Mr. Winkler,

last year's biggest
story was, uh,

"Math Team Gets
New Sweat Suits."

Yeah! That was
an exclusive, Alex

I'm still getting
letters on that one.

There's a choice to be
made here, Mr. Winkler.

We can continue trudging
along with feet of clay,

printing unimportant drivel,

or we can reach
out for immortality.

Which would you rather do?

Stick with the drivel.

Uh, Alex,

did you really
mean what you said

about printing serious stories?

You bet I did.

What if I told you
that I've been assigned

to work part time in
the principal's office

and I have access to
everything that comes in there?

I'd say the principal is crazy,

but I'd tell you
to keep talking.

Okay, if I do you gotta promise
not to let on how you found out.

Hey, when you drilled that
hole in the girls' bathroom,

did I tell anyone?

You told everybody.

Okay, but I wasn't
editor then. Okay.

How do the words "scandal"
and "cover-up" sound to you?

Beautiful.

Listen to this. I'm
sure you're aware

that our high school has the
highest grade point average

in the district? Yeah,
that comes under

the category of
unexplained phenomena.

You know how we achieved
that honor? By cheating.

Ralph Rappaport got ahold
of a copy of the algebra final

and 27 students
were caught buying it.

The principal is
sitting on the story

'cause he doesn't want to
lose his number one rating.

This is fantastic!

I mean, it's terrible,
it's disgraceful.

Let's just be glad
it happened here.

I got a lot of stuff
on this in my locker.

I got a memo from the
principal, I got copies of the test.

But the names,
Howie. We need names.

I don't think you
need names, Alex.

No, you could do the
story without names.

Well, of course we can
do the story without them,

but I think names
would really spice it up.

Alex, one of those names
is the same as yours.

Alex Friedman is on that list?

Not the same first name,

the same last name.

Mallory?

That's the one.

Want to go out and kick
around the soccer ball?

Jennifer, that would
involve three of the things

I most despise:

dirt, sweat, and the
possibility of breaking a nail.

Guess we won't be seeing you

on the cover of
Sports Illustrated.

Hey, Alex. Do you want to
go practice soccer with me?

No, last time I
practice with you,

I was black and
blue the next day.

I'll take it easy
on you this time.

Okay. Just go on ahead
outside, and start without me.

I'll be there in a
minute. You promise?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just
go on outside, okay?

Don't humor me, Alex.

Listen, Mallory, I have to
talk to you about something.

Can't it wait, Alex?
I'm really busy.

Well, this is kind of important.

You see, I found out
about the algebra test.

I know you cheated on it.

How'd you find out?

Nobody's supposed
to know about that.

Hey, I happen to be editor
of the Harding Herald.

It's my job to know.

Alex, you haven't
told anyone, have you?

No.

Good. Whatever you do,
don't tell Mom and Dad, okay?

Okay.

In fact, don't tell anyone,

'cause they could
tell their parents,

and they could tell Mom and Dad.

Okay.

So you'll keep this
absolutely quiet,

you won't tell anyone at all?

Okay. I can go along with that,

except for one minor
exception. What?

It may be the lead story
in tomorrow's school paper.

What? Are you crazy?

Mallory, the principal is
covering up a scandal here

and I think the people
have a right to know about it.

Alex, your can't print that!

Can't print what?

Oh, it's a story about, uh,

the football team... The prom.

Which is it?

The prom. The football team.

It's a prom for
the football team.

Why are they having
a prom in November?

Beat the June rush.

It's a practice prom.

If it works out, then they'll
have the real one in June.

Okay. That's not
what it's about.

There's this big story
brewing at school

and I don't know whether
or not I should print it.

What's it about?

Well, I'm not sure you
need to know what it's about.

You definitely don't need
to know what it's about.

Well, what's the problem then?

The problem is, I have
a story that will shake

the entire school district
to its very foundations.

Well, that doesn't seem
like a problem necessarily.

But if I print it, some
people might get hurt.

Some innocent,
defenseless people.

Uh-huh, I see.

Well, uh, we certainly don't
want that to happen, do we?

I understand we don't want
to hurt people's feelings,

but isn't there a greater
responsibility to be served?

That's definitely true.

Whose side are you on, Dad?

I'm not on anybody's side.

I hardly know what
we're talking about.

The details aren't
important here.

The issue here is this:

If there's important
information being covered up

by people in high places,

isn't it the responsibility
of a journalist to uncover it?

Absolutely. It's
important for the press

to keep an eye on
the people in power

to make sure
they don't abuse it.

A good example is when, uh,

Woodward and Bernstein
exposed Watergate.

Mm-hm, your mother's right.

There is no higher standard
in journalism than truth.

What if the truth
embarrasses people?

That's sometimes an
unfortunate consequence.

Alex, whether or
not you print the story

is ultimately your decision.

As I look back over
the history of journalism,

I could point to countless
dilemmas of this nature,

but just remember, ever since
the invention of movable type

in the middle of
the 15th century...

Hm...

Any word from Winkler?

No, he's still reading it.

We go to press in 20 minutes.

He doesn't know I gave
you the story, does he?

Yeah, he knows.
The... The byline is

"by Alex Keaton, as told
to him by Howie Samuels."

Got to admit, Alex,

I never thought you'd
have the guts to write it.

Thanks. It's not a compliment.

But I don't care
what you say, Alex.

I think Winkler's
doing a fine job.

Oh, hello, Mr. Winkler.

Howie, would you excuse
us for a minute, please?

Certainly. Take more
than a minute, if you like.

Thank you, Howie.

Alex, I've read your story
on the cheating scandal.

Very well done. Thanks.

Excellent reporting. Great.

I think your
documentation is flawless,

your conclusions are
well thought out. Wow.

It's a pity we can't print it.

Perfect.

What do you
mean, "can't print it"?

This is a private matter
between the principal

and the offending students.

I don't think it's our
place to interfere,

and I know he doesn't
want any publicity on it now.

Phew, this is a
major news story.

The... The public
has a right to know.

Not in this case. Alex,
let me tell you something.

The principal of a high
school is always right.

If Dr. Schulte believes
that the world is flat...

Which he does, by the way.

Then the world is flat.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Yeah, but...

But that's censorship.

Just what kind of things
do you want us to print?

Well, that story about the
sweat suits was interesting.

Did you hear that?

I can't believe it.

He's scared. The... The principal
could get mad and punish him.

Oh, you don't think he'd
fire Mr. Winkler, do you?

He'd do worse.

Last year when he got
mad at Mr. Peabody,

he made him teach sex education
to kids with behavior problems.

It's not easy talking
about the birds and bees

when someone's
throwing a hubcap at you.

If I sit on this story,

I'm going to be just as guilty
as the kids who cheated.

Uh, what are you gonna do?

I'm going to print it.

Aren't you forgetting
that Mallory's on the list?

Howie, I'm not forgetting.

Truth is the highest
standard in journalism.

Like I said, print it.

'Morning, everyone.

Hey. Hey.

What's the story?

Maybe I should have
phrased that differently.

I don't think it
would've helped.

What's going on, Howie?

Let me put it this way:

If you were ever
thinking of leaving school

and joining the circus,

now would be a good time.

I don't understand.
Why are they mad at me?

They think you're a fink.

But I was exposing a cover-up.

The cover-up's not the point.

It's the people who are
underneath the covers.

You listed every person's name.

Now their teachers have to
look at them like they're cheaters,

and the principal
has to suspend them.

Well, I... I never
thought of it that way.

I expected
Dr. Schulte to be mad...

He is mad. He's
madder than he was

when Ralph Rappaport gave
that speech to the PTA in drag.

I'm afraid to ask this,

but how did Winkler take it?

I'm not sure. He lost
the power of speech

after he saw the article.

I have a feeling
he's recovered it.

Alex.

Alex, I think you owe
me an explanation.

Um, Mr. Winkler, I'm
sorry I had to disobey you.

I-I really am.

But... I felt it was my duty

as editor to publish the story.

As of this moment,

you are relieved of
your duties as editor.

You are through, Alex.

I don't want you to write
for this paper anymore.

Come to think of it, I don't
even want you to read it.

I'll tell you something else,

If Schulte makes me
teach sex education

to kids with behavior problems,

I'm bringing you
along as a model.

In answer to your
question, Alex,

I don't think he
took it very well.

I've got to find Mallory.

No, no. You think
that's a good idea?

Mallory's my sister.
I think she knows

I had a good reason
for doing what I did.

Mallory! I was just
going to look for you.

I want to talk to
you about the story.

Don't talk to me,
Alex... Ever again.

How much does the circus pay?

Is this true, Mallory?

Did you buy a copy of the test?

Actually, I didn't buy it.

Ralph Rappaport
gave me one for free.

I think he likes me.

Hey, look, Mallory,
this is serious.

Don't you realize that?

A lot of kids did it. It didn't
seem like that big a deal.

Well, it is a big deal,
and I think you owe us

more of an explanation.

Would you be happier
if I failed the test?

We'd be happier if
you failed on your own,

than if you got
an A by cheating.

If... If you hadn't cheated,
would you have failed the test?

No. Probably would
have gotten a C.

So? A C is nothing
to be ashamed of.

Your father got lots of
C's when he was in school.

That's right. If you...

W-wai... W-wait... I...

I-I wouldn't say lots of C's.

Uh, uh, occasionally,
a C crept in.

I don't remember exactly,
but in college, overall,

I think I had a...

3.248 average.

That's exactly what I mean.

Grades are important to you.

How would you feel if
Alex came home with a C?

Alex wouldn't come
home with a C.

He'd still be there
arguing with the teacher.

Alex wouldn't get a C
'cause Alex doesn't get C's.

Why don't we leave
Alex out of this.

Well, I can't leave him out
of it 'cause he's part of it.

What do you mean?

You don't realize it,

but it's not easy
being Alex's sister.

I mean, every time I walk
into a class it's the same thing:

"Mallory Keaton, are you
any relation to Alex Keaton?"

I say I am.

And then, when I turn in
my homework the first time,

there's always this
surprise reaction.

"Are you sure you're
Alex Keaton's sister?"

Well, for once, just once,

I wanted to get a
higher grade than him.

I didn't, uh, realize it was
that rough for you at school.

I can't help it that I'm
not as smart as Alex is.

It's not my fault.

It's not that you're
not as smart as Alex.

You're not as motivated as Alex.

Napoleon wasn't
as motivated as Alex.

But that doesn't mean you
can't work harder than you do.

We... We've talked
about this before.

You know, it's funny.

I thought I'd be so happy
to get an A in algebra,

but instead, I felt ashamed.

I'm sorry I did it.

I really am.

Well...

We appreciate you realize
that what you did was wrong.

While we have a lot of
sympathy for what you said,

it really doesn't
excuse what you did.

Your father and
I will talk it over

and figure out
what to do about it.

Okay.

Mom, do we have
another soccer ball?

What happened to the
one you were playing with?

I gave it to Mrs.
Obeck, next-door.

It was kind of a surprise.

It must have been.
She's 61 years old.

I think the surprise was
the way it was delivered.

Jennifer, you didn't break

Mrs. Obeck's kitchen
window again, did you?

No, I broke her bedroom window.

But I'll pay for it. How?

With the advance on my allowance

that I'm about to ask for.

Uh, we'll talk about this later.

Right now, you'd better
go apologize to Mrs. Obeck.

Okay, but I won't
be back for a while.

Mrs. Obeck always
makes me listen

to Lawrence Welk
records with her.

Hey, Alex. Do you want to go
over to Mrs. Obeck's with me?

No. I'm not really in the mood
for Lawrence Welk. Thanks.

I guess she told you, huh?

She's pretty upset, Alex.

The whole school is
upset. The kids hate me.

Winkler fired me.

The principal yelled
at me for two hours.

An... And when he left
the room for 20 minutes,

he had his secretary
came in and yell.

Was printing the story
worth all that, Alex?

Dad, don't you remember
what you said to me yesterday?

You, said that there's
no higher standard

in journalism than truth.

I was speaking in
general terms, Alex.

You're the ones who said that...

That the press has to keep
an eye on the people in power

and Dr. Schulte abused his
when he tried to kill the story.

We're not concerned
about Dr. Shulte.

We're worried about Mallory.

She's going to be
suspended for a few days,

and she's been embarrassed
in front of the teachers

and her friends.

Wouldn't it be
hypocritical of me

to have pulled this story

because I wanted
to protect my sister?

Alex, when I s...
When I spoke to you

about the importance of truth,

I left out something
just as important:

Compassion.

Compass... How much
compassion did you feel

when Woodward and Bernstein
exposed the Watergate cover-up?

Wha... Did you
feel sorry for Nixon?

Yeah, I felt sorry for him.

O-o-okay, I admit,

w-w-we had a few people over.

We... We may have opened
a bottle of champagne.

Or two.

We sang some songs, but...

But, uh, in between the
dancing and the fireworks...

We... We all felt a
twinge of sympathy

for the man.

It's hardly a seminar
in compassion.

The situations are
not comparable, Alex.

Nixon was a public official

who betrayed the trust
of an entire country.

That's a matter of opinion.

These are kids, who
cheated on an algebra test.

Now, I-I'm not
saying that's right,

but it is not an
impeachable offense.

What is wrong with you guys?

There was a cover-up
going on here.

Alex. Alex, I think you
had another option.

That's all.

What was that?

To print the story
on the cover-up

without including all the names.

I never wanted to hurt anybody.

Can I come in?

The fink with you?

No. No finks.

All right. Come on in.

I've got some news
that will cheer you up.

Alex moved out?

No. Not quite as good.

My team won the soccer game.

Congratulations.

I scored a goal with my head.

Jen, I'm really happy for you.

I also scored a goal with
someone else's head.

If you don't mind, I'd
like to be alone, okay?

Look, I know you're
feeling low right now,

but I just want you
to know two things.

What are they? Well, first,

I think you're a great sister.

You make me laugh,

you make me really feel
like you really care about me,

and you're fun to be with.

Thanks.

And the other thing
I want you to know

is that Alex wants
to talk to you,

and he's waiting outside.

You should've stopped
after the first one.

Can I come in?

No. Go away.

Thanks for respecting my wishes.

Try to go easy on each other.

I don't want to
be an only child.

Are those for me?

You trying to make
up or antagonize me?

Come on. I didn't have
time to buy new flowers.

Besides, it's the
thought that counts.

Couldn't you just have
had the thought delivered?

Look,

I know you feel bad about
getting caught cheating.

It's embarrassing.

It's humiliating. It's shameful.

So far, this isn't the greatest
apology I've ever heard.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Maybe I shouldn't
have printed your name,

or any of the names.

I-I-I was just so excited
to be elected editor.

I guess I just got carried away.

Yeah, you carried
me away with you.

Why did you do it, Mallory?

If you were having trouble,
you should have come to see me.

I'm great in math.

That's the problem.
You are, and I'm not.

So? I would've helped you.

You always laugh at me, Alex.

No, I don't.

I may chuckle.

An occasional guffaw.

You don't realize how
hard it is to be your sister.

I mean, a guy who's gotten
straight A's since sandbox.

You could've done
better in sandbox too

if you just applied yourself.

Look, maybe there's
some kind of therapy group

you can join for
sisters of geniuses.

Thanks a lot, Alex.

We both made mistakes,

and we're both hurting
because of them.

But I don't think it's gonna
do either of us any good

to hate each other.

Maybe we should
help each other instead.

How?

I could help you
with your homework.

Then you... Then you
wouldn't have to cheat again.

What do you want
me to do for you?

Clean your room?

Dust your calculators?

No. All I want you to do

is be my friend. That's all.

I'd rather dust
your calculators.

Come on, Mallory.

Don't you think it takes
a big man to admit that?

Evidently not.

Come on. Friends again?

You dug your nails into my hand.

Oh, did I? So sorry.

Come on. Let's do your homework.

No, Alex. You're just
gonna make fun of me.

I am not. Now, what
are you studying?

Math.

Oh, yeah? How'd you
do on your last test?

I got an A.

That's right.

All right, here's
where we are now.

Right here.

Okay, this is good.
This is good. Okay.

"Two trains leave
Central Station at noon.

"One's heading east,
traveling at 82 mph,

the other one is
traveling west at 67 mph."

What kind of trains are they?

What do you mean what
kind of trains are they?

That has nothing to
do with the problem.

It's not important.

Okay. Okay.

Um... "Eastbound
train stops three times

"for a total of one hour,

"and the westbound is an
express and it doesn't stop at all.

"So after six hours,

which train has traveled
the furthest distance?"

All right. You ready?

Yeah, how many trains
did you say there were?

I'm kidding.

How many?

Two.

Are they going east or west?

It doesn't matter.

Of course it matters. Say
your family lives in California

and you're going south.

You don't want them
to end up in Maine.

You're absolutely right. I
don't know why I didn't say it.

Okay. Now, the
first train's going...

Eighty-two, Mallory.

Right.

Eighty...

Two.

And the second train's going...

Sixty-seven.

Right.

Sixty...

Seven? Seven.

Why didn't they
just take a plane?