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Go ahead, take it!

Because you know...

...you never can be too prepared.

My pukey little Colt. 380!

You wear that thing to school?

Come on, Garfield!

Jesus Christ! They don't check

teachers with the metal detectors.

I got a. 357 in my desk.

Of course you know that!

I was paying attention.

You should've seen

the look on your face.

You know, Jos...

I told you!

Stay in your cotton-picking seat, boy!

Don't tell me you never wanted to blow

one of these bastards away.

Speaking of blowing, you ever

wanna f*** a high-school chick?

Because I caught your girl Rita!

Caught her in the utility shed

couple of months back busting the train.

Must've had 5 or 6 cholos

lined up back there.

Let's face it, brother,

the girl's a slut.

She's a slut!

Come on, man, I know you did her.

I know you had her. Even I had her!

You're drunk.

So f***ing what? I'm drunk.

I'm kicking it with you, you know.

I'm sitting here...

...I'm talking to you about

screwing broads...

...and you're sitting here copping

the self-righteous attitude.

So what gives?

I mean, did...

Did you do it, Garfield?

Did you whack Benny?

You can tell me.

I ain't gonna tell anybody.

What about Cesar?

I thought it was generous

just taking off his little finger.

I would've cut off his balls.

Go to hell, Dave.

What?

You did do it.

Son of a b*tch!

You crazy motherf***er, you did!

You probably think you and I are alike.

We're not.

Good night.

Good night.

Peace.

You're still in school.

You're just 15.

Yeah, I am.

What kind of a future plan do you have?

I know I'm gonna have to

tone down my looks.

There's a lot of jobs where

you can actually wear hats.

Go ahead, Nicky. Go ahead, just do it.

Pull it, pull it!

You got an empty chamber in that gun!

Put an empty chamber in that gun!

I don't think she's coming today.

What you doing here?

I missed you this morning.

What happened?

I came by to make sure you're all right.

You okay?

If you don't take finals,

you won't graduate.

I ain't going back,

so forget it.

I promise you Stevie and Cesar

won't bother you.

It don't matter.

School's just for other kids.

Not me.

Come on, you know you don't mean that.

You're doing so well.

Don't throw it all away.

How about that essay?

How'd you do?

You still wanna be a writer, don't you?

Listen, I...

I know about Childress.

What?

He'll never touch you again.

I promise.

He's full of sh*t!

Get out! I don't need your pity.

I don't need you.

You made a mistake, that's all.

You see these?

Phone calls about you.

Good ones.

Cesar's mother told me

how you tried to help him.

You're evidently a good teacher.

However...

...I'm afraid I'm gonna

have to let you go.

As much as I'd like to have you stay

until the end of the year...

...I can't overlook the seriousness

of certain accusations.

Is it true that you had meetings

with a female student at your house?

I was trying to help her.

The implications are still there.

I can't afford to open the door

for another lawsuit.

I'm sure you can appreciate my position.

You can stay till Friday.

I hope that'll be sufficient.

I don't think you're being an alarmist.

He gets a little overzealous at times...

...like some other people I know.

I don't think the rosary

adds up to much either.

Why?

It's probably his.

When I received

my First Holy Communion...

...all the boys got black rosaries,

all the girls got white rosaries.

Trust me, there must be

millions of black rosaries...

...filed away in desk drawers

from here to the Vatican.

The guy's been through a lot.

The system failed him.

I don't think any of us can really

appreciate what he's been through.

I say we give the man a break.

You dogs ready to do this?

Once we go in, we don't come out

till that nigga's dead.

You hear me?

Got that right.

Then you down with K.O.S.

That's what I been waiting for, ese.

Yeah, I'm down.

Any of you leave...

...I'll kill you myself.

You know what to do.

Where'd you jack this car from, homes?

Sh*t's nasty.

Let's smoke this b*tch.

I'm in here, Cesar.

Don't you move, Garfield.

Don't you make a move.

You killed my homeboy Benny.

And you cut off my finger.

Now let me hear you say that.

Yeah, I did it.

I told you, man!

F***ing A!

Let me do him.

No.

This nigga's mine.

You ever seen Deer Hunter?

Put it to your head...

...pull the trigger.

You gonna do yourself.

That macho enough for you?

That make me a man?

Take more than that to be me.

Yeah?

Then you do it.

Come on, maricn.

Do it!

Vato's scared.

He's trying to weasel out.

He's f***ing with your head!

Come on.

That's not how we playing the game.

Not man enough to play your own game?

Where's your cojones?

Shut up!

You gonna hide behind your homeboys?

Where's your pride?

Come on, I pulled three times.

You ain't pulled once.

What are you doing, man?

You disrespecting me?

You saying I ain't a man?

I'm saying you're a fool.

Don't be doing that sh*t, man!

You the man, Cesar.

You the man, and you ain't sh*t!

You hear me?

He got character

and you ain't got sh*t!

What the f***?

Yeah, shoot his ass, homey.

Your turn.

You got some respect back now?

The only thing you respect

is stupidity.

You willing to die for stupidity?

See, I am, if it'll teach you something.

You can't kill me, homeboy.

What I am, what I was,

died over a year ago.

Everything I've ever wanted

has been taken from me.

And no matter how many of you

I get rid of...

...I can't get it back!

I was a teacher!

I wanted to help you!

You can't kill me!

And you can't scare me!

He's crazy, man.

That's right!

Isn't that what you respect?

Loco! Come on, Cesar!

If you're gonna be stupid,

be all the way stupid!

Put it to your head, pull the trigger!

Do it!

Do it!

Do it!

Your whole way of life is bullshit!

Macho is bullshit!

It's all I got!

So now you're the victim?

Let me take your turn for you.

Sh*t!

He's out!

He's f***ing out!

He smoked himself!

Let's go.

Oh, man! Let's go, homey.

He took my turn.

What?

I could've taken

my own motherfucking turn.

So f***ing what? He's dead.

Let's go! Come on!

I've gotta do this.

F*** this!

What are you doing? Let's go!

I got one in six chances.

I'm gonna beat this b*tch.

What the f...?

Why'd you do that, man?

What's the f***ing point?

Somehow...

... the sight of my own reflection...

... increased my loneliness.

The title of my essay is...

... "Mi Salida"...

..."My Way Out. "

There's been a lot of talk

the last couple of weeks...

...about whether Mr. Garfield done

what they wrote about in the newspapers.

He once told me that you can't blame

everything on your environment.

But I think you can push

a good teacher too far.

And he'll go bad like anybody else.

I don't know if Mr. G.

Done all those bad things.

But what I do know is that

teachers don't get no respect.

I'm up here today

because of him.

He was there for me

when nobody else was.

The thing is,

I should've been there for him too.

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