All language subtitles for The Waltons s03e08 The System.eng

When I was growing up
on Walton's Mountain...

the word "honor" was hardly
ever used.

But its meaning was well
understood.

Honorable behavior was
something that was expected...

in my family.

Therefore, I found it strange.

When like every other
freshman in school...

I was told that honor
was a tradition...

and that the heart of it
was to be found in a system...

that governed our lives
as students.

And one that, if ignored...

could end our days
as members of the student body.

"On my honor, I have neither
given...

nor received aid on this
examination"...

will be sole witness as
to the integrity of your work.

So, until Friday morning, class
dismissed.

I will see Mr. Walton
and Mr. Povich, please.

John, if you and Tom Povich
don't know eachother...

you're about to.

-We've met.
-Yes, sir.

You know that at Boatwright...

we accord scholastic
and athletic scholarships...

as equal educational privileges.

I have never lost a scholarship
student of either sort yet.

Mr. Povich knows I am worried
about his passing this course.

The results of Friday's exam
are very important.

Tomorrow is Founder's Day. There
will be no scheduled classes.

I would appreciate it, John,
if you would spend it...

helping another scholarship
student...

who is in danger of failing.

-Of course.
-Thank you.

-I'm done with classes at 2:00.
-I have practice.

I'm sorry, I hate to mess up
your holiday like this.

Oh, no, it's okay, don't worry
about it.

I'll come to the field this
afternoon and we can...

talk about what we'll to do
tomorrow.

-Okay. Thank you.
-Alright.

-I really do appreciate it.
-It's alright, believe me.

Hut-one, hut-two, hut-three.

Okay, let's go again.
Quickly, line it up.

Let's go.

On three, now.

Hut-one, hut-two, hut-three.

Alright, let's go. Line up.

If you can't handle a freshman
like him...

what do you expect from those
Washington...

and Lee boys, Saturday?

Now let's hit it.

On three.

Hut-one, hut-two, hut-three.

That's the way to go.
That's the way to go!

Now, do it that way Saturday...

I double-guarantee you
we'll come in winners.

Take your lap.

Povich, you alright?

You did good today, Povich.

You made these boys work their
tails off, for a change.

Take your lap.

Hi.

Is it like that for you out
there every day?

-Kind of.
-I don't know how you do it.

-Some days I don't either.
-You stay at the dorm, right?

Well, why don't you come home
with me?

Stay at my house tonight and we
can study all day tomorrow.

Won't your folks mind...

your bringing
someone home just like that?

No, don't worry about it.
Come on, we'll get your things.

Now look what you've gone
and made me do.

Since when did a little old nip
on the neck get you upset?

Well, it's not decent
in broad daylight.

I don't know what possessed me.

Something must've
just come over me.

The mere sight of you
moved me to madness.

Oh, you old fool. Go catch that
chicken you made me lose? Go on.

I don't know.

That particular chicken
can outrun this old rooster.

Well, it can't outrun me.
That's our supper for tonight.

Catch it, come on.

You're running all the skin
off its bones.

Let the old girl have its
freedom.

You feisty ball of feathers...

I'll get you as soon
as I get my breath.

Grandma, why are you talking
to the chicken?

She's trying to entice
the chicken to within her grasp.

Now, you children, you go catch
that chicken for me.

-Hey!
-Hi, John-Boy.

Hey.

Hey, everyone.
This is Tom Povich.

These are my brothers
and sisters.

-Tom.
-Hi.

If anybody wants chicken
and dumplings for supper...

somebody better
catch me a chicken.

An eating chicken,
not one of my laying hens.

-Well, go on!
-Alright.

Grandma, this is Tom Povich.
Tom, this is my grandma.

-Hi.
-Pleased to meet you.

-Did I do something wrong?
-You caught her at a bad time.

-Welcome to Walton's Mountain.
-Thank you. Thank you.

Grandpa here.

So, she having a hard time
catching that chicken?

-One, two, three, hike!
-Okay.

-Good.
-Good.

You throw that good
and you only play guard?

-Well, somebody's got to block.
-That's true.

Now take it back
behind your ear this way.

Okay? Okay, Jim-Bob, Jason.

-Ready?
-Yeah.

Ready, set, hike!

I think you can lead him
a little more. He's fast enough.

Yeah.

Alright, Mary Ellen,
you send it to Jim-Bob.

Jim-Bob, when you get the ball,
you run this way.

I'll be here.
Daddy, you block.

I'll tell you one thing.

If Jason thought it up it's the
world's most confusing play. Ha!

-You wait!
-You!

Okay, hut-one...

hut-two, hut-three, hike!

I see it. I see it. I see it.

Daddy.

-Bob!
-Go, Jim-Bob.

Touchdown! Yeah!

Stick with me!
Stick with me!

10-66, 18-12, 19-35, hike!

Grandpa!

-No!
-Come on!

Daddy!

Go, Mary Ellen!

No!

Yeah!

Good going, Mary Ellen.
Good play, honey.

Oh, that's enough for me.

I am whipped, whipped, whipped.

If the coach had seen that

he'd have helped me fail my
history test.

-Promise you won't tell.
-I swear.

You were swayed
by a pretty face.

You know, that happened
to me one time.

Hat's off to you, Mary Ellen,
that was a nice touchdown.

Thank you.

She's the biggest tomboy
in the State of Virginia.

Oh, Ben, stop being so childish.

Well, you are.
Isn't she?

She used to be, anyway.

It's gotta be near feeding time.

I sure hope so.
I could eat a cow.

I'm not arguing.

Oh, shut up.

Grantland Rice wrote about him
in Collier's magazine.

He thinks that Jay Berwanger
of Chicago University...

is the best runner in football.

Best I ever saw in person
was Clarke Hinkle of Bucknell.

He's professional now.

Pass the milk, please.

Esther, while this young man
is eating with us...

I suggest you go out and buy
another cow.

Chicken and dumplings are real
good, too.

They're Grandma's specialty.

I heard that some professionals
get paid $100 a game.

You mean that grown men get paid
just to play football?

Well, I get to go to school free
because I play.

If you're a good player,
why do you go to school at all?

I don't want
to be a player.

I don't understand.

You go to college free because
you're a good football player...

but you don't want to be one?

Grandma, it's a scholarship,
just like mine.

He gets his books
and tuition free.

If you played football, you'd
get a scholarship for that?

Sure, but can you see me
playing football?

No.
You have to be very good at it.

How much time
do you put in practicing?

About four hours a day.

Must be pretty tough to study
at night after all that.

Yeah, it sure is.

And I have to keep up
a C average, otherwise....

You don't sound like you're
from this part of the country.

No. No, I'm from a small coal
town near Pittsburgh.

-Aliquippa.
-Where's that?

In Pennsylvania. It's far away
from here.

-Do you have a sawmill?
-No.

No, my papa works in the mines.

-Do you live in a house?
-Sure.

Only we don't own it.
Or the land either.

-You folks do, don't you?
-Yes, we do.

-You live in a company house?
-Right.

What's that?

Oh, it's like that soapstone
quarry up the mountain.

The workers live in the houses
that the company owns.

You understand
that all these questions...

are just preparatory
to Dr. Emory's examination?

I only wish his were gonna
be this easy.

Well, it's time we hit the
books. I'll see you all later.

Well, it was sure a fine supper,
and I thank you.

You're more than welcome.

You sure that you had enough
to eat?

What's for breakfast?

Esther?

Thank you. Excuse me.

-He's a great eater.
-Pass the milk.

I got to have a pencil.
I can't think without a pencil.

-There you go.
-Thank you.

And I cannot see without my
glasses.

-Where are they?
-They're being repaired.

I'm sorry. Oh, boy, I am beat.

I got this job...

coaling furnaces in a couple of
fraternity houses every morning.

5:30.

-Is it part of your scholarship?
-No.

No, but I can't take any money
from my parents...

and that was the only job
I could get.

Look, why don't we just stop
studying now...

and get some sleep and we can
cram all day tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

So, somebody told me
you were a writer.

Well, I'm in the school
of journalism.

If I can't make it as a writer,
I guess I could be a teacher.

I'm planning on law school.

Well, I'm planning on getting
to New York City somehow.

Maybe I'll see you there.

That's a good town for lawyers.
A lot of opportunity that way.

No, I don't think so. I want
to go back to my hometown.

Well, can you support yourself
as a lawyer in your hometown?

Oh, yeah, I think I'll have
more work than I could handle.

I want to help the miners.

Only trouble is, if my grades
don't start getting better...

I won't be working for them,
I'll be one of them.

You're really worried about
flunking out, aren't you?

Yeah.

I should have talked
to Dr. Emory sooner...

but I was ashamed to admit
I couldn't do the work.

Well, I'm not your coach.

I can't give you any double
guarantees.

But you can pass this course.

And you can certainly
pass this test on Friday.

Right now, that's all we've got
to worry about.

Well, I'll be ready to study
first thing in the morning.

Okay, good.

-Hey, John.
-Yeah?

I gotta pass.

Then you will. I got to go
downstairs for a while.

I'll see you later. Sleep well.

-Thanks. Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

Jason?

-What are you doing there?
-Ben's in there.

Well, what's wrong
with Ben being in there?

I don't know, I can't see.

-Ben!
-Yeah?

Are you alright?

Can't anyone have any privacy
in this house?

I know you're there, Jason.

Alright, I'm here.

Every time I turn around lately,
you've been spying on me.

What's the matter
with you lately, anyway?

Nothing's the matter with me.

What's the matter with you,
turning into a spy?

-Ben, what's bothering you?
-You.

Why don't you just
leave me alone?

Ben, Jason.

You two boys playing hooky
from school again?

No, we were just leaving,
Grandpa.

Oh, that's too bad.

Because if you was playing hooky
to go fishing...

I'd kind of liked
to have gone along with you.

Ben, why are you going
to school that way?

I'm going the long way around,
there's plenty of time.

Grandpa, have you noticed Ben
lately?

Ben is the kind of fellow that's
pretty hard not to notice.

Does he seem strange to you?

All boys that age act
kind of strange.

It's a phase they
go through with.

You are going through
one of them phases right now.

-How's that, Grandpa?
-Called the phase of...

"being late for school again
if you don't get a leg on."

-Bye, Grandpa.
-You go the regular way and....

Summa Theologica was written
by Thomas Aquinas...

as a survey of all knowledge.

Well, we're gonna
have to understand

the effects
of Charlemagne's rule.

Whether what he did
was good or bad, and why.

Well, under his rule, for the
first time...

Europe was all together.

Charlemagne....

Charlemagne...

started a whole new system
of commerce and trade.

People used silver coins
for money.

Right.

If all this was so wonderful,
how come it didn't last?

-The Barbarians, right?
-You're doing just fine.

Thanks.

It's all starting to run
together in my head, though.

Why don't we
just have some lunch

and forget all about
it for a while, okay?

Okay.

"In the period of four
centuries, 900 BC to 500 BC...

"the Greek Civilization
developed...."

You know something?

I think I'm gonna pass
this test.

-Ben?
-Yeah, Grandma?

-What's the matter, boy?
-Nothing, Grandma.

Well, you can't just
be doing nothing.

-You gotta be doing something.
-I was thinking.

Well, you just
go on outside

and do your thinking
in the sunshine.

-Go on.
-Sure, Grandma.

Thanks.

You got nothing to worry about.
Just take it easy.

According to the rules
of the honor system...

I will not return to this room
until 90 minutes from now.

Please remember...

if any of you believe
a fellow classmate

is looking at another's
test paper...

and copying from it...

you are obliged to turn that
student in to the Honor Council.

Your failure to do so...

will result in your being
considered...

just as guilty as he may be...

should you both be caught.

All examinations, upon
completion...

are to be signed with your
pledge and your signature.

You may begin.

Can I see you?

I don't wanna talk to you.

Tom, what did you have to do
that for?

You knew the answer
to every question on that test.

Are you going to the Honor
Council?

I think I'd rather die.

I think it's what you have
to do.

I don't understand you at all.

You cheat and then you
tell me to turn you in.

-Townsend saw you.
-What?

He looked over at you
just when you looked at me.

Great!

Wasn't anyone watching his own
paper, like you're supposed to?

Look, I did something stupid...

There's no need for both
of us to pay for it.

We're both gonna pay for it,
'cause that's the system.

-Why did you do that?
-I got scared.

Well, maybe Townsend won't
say anything about it.

We can't take that chance.

What if you lose your
scholarship?

Well, I don't know...

but being in school means as
much to you as it does to me.

So let's go and get it over
with, huh?

Okay.

I make this statement according
to the rules ...

of the honor system,
respectfully.

Thank you, Mr. Walton.
You may sit.

Mr. Townsend, I'd like to hear
from you.

It was about 11:20.

I looked up and I observed
Mr. Povich.

He was copying from the paper
to his left.

Mr. Walton was watching him
at the same moment...

as he just told you.

-Have you anything else to add?
-No, sir.

You may take your seat.

Boy, am I glad you're here.

I'd have hated
to turn you in, too.

Mr. Povich...

here at Boatwright we govern
ourselves under a system...

which equates the honor
of the group with the honor...

of the individual.

You're here because they have
charged you with cheating...

which is a major offense
of that system.

If you're guilty, it is our duty
to expel you from school.

You are entitled
to a defense of the charge.

You may be represented by legal
counsel if you so wish.

I'm guilty.

And the pledge
I signed was a lie.

Mr. Povich, if there is even
the slightest doubt...

-as to your guilt--
-I told you, I'm guilty.

Mr. Povich, you have not been
excused.

Excuse me.

Sir.

I would....

I would like to be able to speak
for Mr. Povich at this hearing.

But, Mr. Walton, only a few
moments ago you acknowledged--

I reported Mr. Povich
because I'm obliged to do so...

under the rules
of the honor system.

That doesn't mean
I want to see him get....

That doesn't mean that I would
like him to get dismissed.

You say he is entitled
to counsel.

If he agrees, I think
it's only appropriate...

that I be the one
to defend him.

This council never stands
in the way of a student...

who wishes to defend another
student.

Mr. Povich's plea
of guilty will stand.

As of today, he is on
suspension.

His hearing will determine
whether or not...

he is to be expelled permanently
from the university.

If you have no classes Monday
afternoon...

we will hear your defense at...

-2:00.
-...2:00 p.m.

I have no classes.

Mr. Townsend,
your testimony is on record.

You'll be called if necessary.
You may be excused.

Mr. Povich...

it will be necessary
to notify your family...

of the events as they
have occurred.

Why do they have to know?

It is a rule of this council...

that any time a matter of this
nature arises...

all parties involved be kept
advised of the proceedings.

-Please, I--
-Mr. Povich, I'm sorry.

We must follow the rules.

If there are no further
questions....

We meet again Monday afternoon
at 2:00 p.m. for your hearing.

We got a lot of talking to do
between now and Monday.

What's the use?

What's your defense gonna be?

"Gentlemen...

"my friend here
is a football player...

"so please forgive him.

"He's got knocked in the head
so many times...

he can't tell right from wrong."

Oh, stop feeling sorry
for yourself.

-Tom.
-What is it?

If you don't feel like staying
at the dorm during all this...

and I really can't blame you...

please feel free
to come back to our place.

I think I'd like
to take you up on that.

Okay.

You gonna tell your parents
about what happened?

No, not if you don't want me to.

I think I'd like
to tell them myself.

Okay.

Hi, Jason.

I take it you wouldn't have
dared come here to the garden...

unless there's something on your
mind troubling you?

Grandpa.

What would you do...

if you saw somebody doing
something, they shouldn't be.

I take it you seen somebody
doing something wrong...

you don't think
they had ought to be doing?

Yes, sir, I have.

Well, how serious a crime is it
that they've committed?

You couldn't actually
call it a crime.

What is it?

It's Ben, Grandpa.
He's smoking cigarettes.

Ben?

Well, you told your daddy
about it?

Well, see, I know Ben is gonna
get caught sooner or later...

and I remember what daddy made
me do when he caught me smoking.

What was that?

He made me eat
a whole cigarette.

Made you stop making a chimney
out of the top of your head?

Sure did.

It's pretty drastic.

I can think of something better
than that.

You run along now
and I'll let you know when I do.

Thank you, Jason.

It's okay.

And If you feel you don't wanna
tell my family that's okay, too.

No.

I'd feel like I'd be lying
every minute I stayed here.

...and I just didn't trust
myself...

so I looked at the paper the
fellow next to me was writing...

and John saw me.

And you told? What kind
of friend are you?

Oh, he didn't want to.
He had to, Mary Ellen.

According to the Boatwright
rules...

seeing it happen
and not reporting it...

would have made him
just as guilty as me.

No one would have known
if you hadn't said anything.

Mary Ellen,
that's not the point.

It would have been like lying.

If someone else saw, John-Boy
would have gotten in trouble.

Someone else did.

Both of us would
be out of school

if John hadn't have spoken up.

I still don't think you had to
do it.

There's no sense in talking
about who should have done what.

Important thing is,
what's gonna happen now?

I get to have a hearing.

You mean like a regular
court trial?

Yes, ma'am.
And John is going to defend me.

You think he can do any good?

Well, I hope so.

-Can they put you in jail?
-No.

Why don't you have your folks
come over?

No.

Well, I mean, I'm sorry they
even had to know about it.

They can't afford to come here
I'd just as soon they didn't.

If you'd like, I can come
on over and talk for you.

Tell them about the practicing
you're doing and the studying.

-Thank you, Mr. Walton.
-Welcome.

Best thing this family could do
is get on with their business.

-Come on, boys.
-Good idea. Boys?

For once your Grandpa
is right. Come on.

You know....

You know, it's a good
thing that this happened

Are you crazy?

I think I've got
our line of defense worked out.

It's the system
that's at fault.

I shouldn't be responsible
for your conduct.

Your honor is a personal thing.

-Now hold on.
-Daddy, just wait a minute.

I may be my brother's keeper
but I'm not his watchdog.

Why can't the professors stay
in the rooms during the exams?

If they want to catch cheaters,
let them do it.

Don't set friends
against each other.

The system is wrong. That is the
line of defense we have to use.

I think, if you take that
line...

we're both gonna be out
on our ears.

Can I say something?

I think you're going
off halfcocked.

Don't you agree with me?

It's not the point,
whether I agree with you or not.

I think what's upsetting you is
you had to turn in your friend.

Now, I may not like that any
more than you...

but don't listen to Mary Ellen.
Don't put yourself on trial...

and don't put
the system on trial.

Point is that Tom's on trial,
unless you work up a defense...

he's going to be thrown
out of school.

I just don't know
where to begin.

Attaboy, Jason.

Grandpa?

-You know what I said about Ben?
-Yeah.

I think we ought to forget
all about it for now.

There's been enough commotion
around here as it is.

No need for any
commotion, Jason.

Ben is indulging in an expensive
and nasty habit...

and I intend to nip it
in the bud.

Let me try.

Ben!

Yeah, Grandpa?

Oh, there you are.

Ben, I'm going fishing.
Won't you come along?

Sure, Grandpa.

Fish don't seem to be
biting too good today.

Yeah.

Oh, let's just relax...

and let them make up
their minds.

Grandpa! You? Smoking?

Lot of things you don't know
about me, young man.

Come on, have one.

-No, no, thank you.
-Go ahead.

When a young man gets to be your
age he smokes on the side...

just to see what it feels like.
Generally on corn silk.

-Go ahead, have one.
-No, really, I can't.

I insist.

There you are. Just try one.

Sit back and enjoy it.

- Are you enjoying yourself?
- It's alright.

Can you inhale?

-Sure.
-Inhale.

Deeper, deeper.

-Can you blow a smoke ring?
-I think I can.

Try it.

Oh, that's no good at all.
Go ahead, try another, come on.

Can I put it out now, Grandpa?

I think you ought to practice
blowing smoke rings some more.

-Not right now, Grandpa.
-No time like the present.

Get your technique down pat.

-Come ahead.
-Well, this one's finished.

Well, come on, have another.

Go ahead, have another here.

Grandpa!

Go ahead. Smoking is like
anything else in this world.

In order to do a thing, you got
to learn how to do it right.

Go ahead, inhale.

I want you to go practice
blowing some smoke rings.

Inhale deep.

In order to do so, you have
to make a perfect round "O."

Go ahead, inhale.

Grandpa, did someone tell on me?

What do you mean?

Well, Jason's been snooping
around me all week.

Did he see me smoking and tell?

I cannot tell a lie, Ben.
Yes, he was worried about you.

Why?

He didn't want the same thing...

to happen to you
that happened to him.

-Like when daddy caught him?
-That's right.

Go ahead.

I think I've had enough,
Grandpa.

-For how long, Ben?
-Maybe forever.

Grandpa, did your pa want you
to stop smoking?

-Yes, indeed he did.
-But you smoked anyway?

Not after he did to me
what I have just done to you.

I haven't smoked. At least,
not until today.

Excuse me, Grandpa.

What's the matter, Ben?
Aren't you feeling good?

Matter of fact, I don't feel
any too good myself.

Come along, Ben.
Hurry along, Willy.

Hey, Tom.

Caught you a nice mess of fish
for your supper.

They look real good.

Hey, you okay, Ben?
You look a little funny.

Excuse me.

What's wrong with him?

Well, we both been having
a battle...

between our stomach
and our conscience.

I hope it's settled by supper.

-Tom?
-Yeah.

-Tom, I think I've got it.
-What?

According to this catalog, there
are provisions...

in the honor code.

Offenses can be considered
either major or minor...

and you can't get kicked out
of school for a minor offense.

Well, what do you suppose
a minor offense is?

Well, it doesn't say here, but
we've got till Monday...

to come up with one.

Tom. Good luck.

-We'll be thinking of you.
-I'll say a prayer.

I'd offer you one, too. Might
do you more harm than good.

We'd better get going.

We'll be back as soon as we can.

Bye!

Well, here we go.

-I feel kind of sick.
-Me, too.

It's okay. All we can do
is give it a try.

Thank you.

Howdy. Can I help you?

I'm looking for my son.

You know a boy, Tom Povich?

Tom? Well, sure I do.

My name is Walton.
John Walton.

Is my son here

Well, no, he's not. How did you
know he was staying here?

I got a letter.

And when I came to Westham,
they told me at his dormitory...

that he went to John Walton's
house.

He's with my son right now.
He's over at the university.

Tom has a hearing today.

Is there a bus to the school?

I'm afraid not.
Last one left for town.

Tell you what, why don't I drive
you over to the university?

I'd appreciate that.

You wait right here. I'll get my
jacket, we'll be off.

I'm not going to deny
that Tom Povich is guilty.

What I would like to ask is that
his punishment be reduced...

from a major offense of the
honor code to a minor one.

Mr. Walton, cheating has never
been regarded...

as a minor violation.

Yes, sir, I'm aware of that.

But there's nothing in the rules
to indicate that...

under extenuating circumstances,
it couldn't become one.

Don't look so worried,
Mr. Povich.

My son feels confident
he can work things out...

so Tom can stay in school.

-No.
-He might.

He's a persuasive talker
when he gets going.

Tom don't belong there.
He never did.

You saying you don't want
your son to stay in school?

I came here to take him home,
where he belongs.

Tom wants something different
for himself.

-Don't you want that for him?
-No.

I seen what happens
when someone wants more.

My neighbors...

their boy, Howard Eckart,
he went away to a college.

He comes home now all dressed
up, once a year, maybe.

He don't even stay over.

He talks fancy, he acts fancy...

he thinks he's better than
everybody...

him and his fancy wife.

He acts ashamed of his father.

Tom couldn't be that way.
Nothing could make him that way.

Howard Eckart's father
thought that about his son, too.

Did you know that one-third of
the freshman football players...

on scholarship
flunk out each year?

I suggest to you that there
is a direct correlation...

between your statement
and Mr. Povich's action.

Do you know what is required
of a freshman...

on an athletic scholarship?

Now, what bearing
can this have...

when it has already been
determined...

that Mr. Povich did indeed cheat
on his exam...

and betray our honor code?

I think it does have a bearing.

Tom has to practice on that
football field over 4 hour...

five afternoons a week.

He also has to earn
money to stay alive.

His scholarship only pays
for books and tuition.

As I understand it, that's all
your scholarship provides for.

But I live in the area.

I have meals at home,
I have a roof over my head.

Mr. Povich has a place
at the dorm.

Even then I have to work
part-time...

to stay here and not be a burden
on my family. So does Tom.

He has a job coaling furnaces
at the fraternity houses...

which starts at 5:30 a.m.

So your argument is that
Mr. Povich is overworked...

that he has no time to study...

and that he should be allowed
to cheat and get away with it?

No, sir.

But there is something else.

Tom can lose his scholarship if
he fails to keep a C average.

So would you.

But he can also lose his
standing if he gets hurt...

and can't play
on the football field.

What good is Mr. Povich
to the team if he can't play?

That's exactly my point.

He's getting pressured
from both sides...

scholastically and athletically.
That doesn't seem fair to me.

Everybody thinks that athletes
go through college...

for a free ride, you know.

Play football, take it easy,
have a good time...

that they're not interested
in studying.

That's not always true.

And it's certainly not true
of Tom Povich.

Tom was born in
Bridgetown, Pennsylvania.

That town's alive because it has
a couple of working coal mines.

Tom's father is a coal miner.

Tom's father went into the mines
at 11 years old.

Tom's mother does housework
in a nearby town.

And no member of Tom's family
has ever gone in school...

past the sixth grade
except for Tom.

Tom Povich wants to be a lawyer.

There are no lawyers
in Bridgetown, Pennsylvania.

There are only miners
and mine owners.

So if you grow up
in Bridgetown, Pennsylvania...

and you want something more,
you have to leave...

and not come back.

But Tom doesn't want that.

His dream is to go back
to Bridgetown...

with his training as a lawyer...

and give the people something
they've never had before.

Someone who can
speak for them...

because he's one of them.

Is that your case?

Yes, it is.

I think Tom should tell you what
happened in the classroom.

Go ahead, Mr. Povich.

It was on the final question.

I had written my answer
and I was just reading it over.

Lorenzo Valla, 1407 to 1457...

Italian humanist who started the
science of textual criticism.

And suddenly, I was sure that
I had the dates wrong.

So I looked over to the fellow's
paper on my left.

And he had down
the same dates I did.

But even if he hadn't, I still
wouldn't have changed mine.

And I swear that's true.

If you look at my exam book...

you'll see that
I didn't change anything.

There are no erasures.

That is what you would wish us
to believe.

Yes, sir.

That is the truth.

Excuse me.

-Yes, sir?
-This boy is my son.

If he tells you that's
the truth, believe him.

He don't lie.

But there is something else that
I would like to say as well.

The idea of turning my friend
in was very painful to me...

and I wasn't even sure
that I could do it.

It was Tom Povich
that made me do it.

And it was Tom who refused
to allow me to jeopardize...

my own scholarship...

and who insisted that we come
here to you together.

Now, this is an Honor Council,
and I hope from all of this...

you'll be able to see that Tom
Povich is an honorable man.

And please...

don't just let a momentary lapse
in judgment destroy...

what I think
is an honorable dream.

-You should be proud Son.
-Thank you.

Papa, I'm glad you're here,
no matter what happens.

I came here to take you home.

But I was wrong.
This is where you should be.

You may come in now. The council
has reached its verdict.

The Honor Council
of Boatwright University...

by a unanimous vote...

finds Thomas Povich guilty
of both cheating on his exam...

and lying when he signed his
pledge.

A second vote was taken
on Mr. Walton's motion...

to reduce punishment
to a minor offense.

Subject to approval
of the Dean...

the council, by a majority
vote...

has agreed to reduce your
conviction to a minor offense.

However...

should there be a second
offense...

it would mean your immediate
dismissal from the college.

I will ask, if you are
willing...

to give us your word
of honor here and now.

Your word of honor as a
gentleman, Mr. Povich.

I give my word.

As mandatory in the conviction
of a minor offense...

you are hereby suspended from
classes and from this campus...

for a period of one week.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Anybody want some more lemonade?

Right here, Esther.
I'd like another swig or two...

because I want to propose
a toast to Tom Povich...

and his future career
at Boatwright University.

-Hear, hear.
-Hear, hear.

And I say to John Walton Jr...

I hope I get to be as good
a lawyer as he is already.

Well, I better go now
or I'll miss my bus.

-I'll drive you to the station.
-I thank you for everything.

-I'd like to drive my father.
-Oh, sure, I understand.

-Can I borrow your car?
-Of course. Mr. Povich.

-Thank you.
-My pleasure.

-Papa, come on.
-Bye-bye. See you soon, Tom.

Goodbye.

I'll be back soon.

-So long.
-Bye!

The experience with Tom Povich
was one of many...

I was to encounter...

as my horizons widened
beyond Walton's Mountain.

They were to expand
my own vision...

and increase my understanding
of what I had been taught...

from the time
I had been a child.

And while I was a college man
and my horizons were expanding.

It was still a comfort
and a strength...

to return each night
to that house...

and to go to sleep
to the sound...

of those voices
whispering goodnight.

Night, Elizabeth.

Goodnight, Jim-Bob.
Goodnight, Ben.

Goodnight, Ben!

He's in the bathroom.

You reckon he's smoking
his cigarettes in there?

-I don't think so.
-How can you tell?

'Cause he's got his tobacco sack
hidden out in the barn.

John!

Go to sleep, Li

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