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What do you think,

Mr. president?

- I think you're all idiots.

Come on, Carla.

- This isn't fair, Jack.

- I've already gotten in enough trouble.

I'm not about to get in any more

just because you're telling me to.

- Why? Whatever, then you'll

just fail Connor's class.

How's that going to look to Dartmouth?

- It's not gonna look pretty.

- Exactly, so why don't we

do something about it?

- I am.

I'm gonna study.

- If you were any good

at studying,

you wouldn't have bought the

test answers in the first place.

If you really cared about me,

you would do this!

Jack, you owe me this!

Jack? Jack?!

- We're here, son.

It's mom and dad.

You're in a hospital.

- It's all my fault.

- Shush, buddy.

- It's all my fault.

It's all my fault.

- What's he saying?

- It's all my fault.

- What happened?

- He just started talking.

- He's going into

hypoglycemic shock.

- Stop it, Jack.

Please, stop it.

- Jack!

He's our boy.

- Yeah.

- We're gonna go to the party

this weekend.

You guys down for that?

It's on Saturday night.

It's at Phil's house.

So we just got

a little shopping list

of what we need

for the homeless shelter.

We're gonna do pb&j's this week.

Um, and afterwards,

we're gonna go to the top

of the world and get crunk.

It'll be fun.

You guys should come.

Umm...

It should be fun...

- Jack.

- What?!

- Can I talk to you

about something?

- I'm busy.

- It's about Mr. Connor's class.

- I'm gonna go deal with this.

We'll talk later, all right?

This better be important.

Failing a class is bad,

but you know what's worse?

Getting expelled.

- But if it works,

we come out ahead.

- What do you care, anyways?

You never talk in class.

You don't do any sports.

You don't do any clubs.

Is it really that big of a deal

to you if you fail a class?

- I have to get certain grades

to stay where I am.

- And I'm supposed to know

what that means?

- I...

- Come on, Alex, what?

- I live...

I live in a foster home.

And in order to stay where I am,

I have to do well in school.

This is my first year.

I-I can't fail a class.

- Do you like your foster family?

- Compared to the others...

This one's not so bad.

Look, I'm not...

I'm not saying do it because

of me or anyone else.

If we don't do anything,

we're all screwed.

There's a lot more to gain

than to lose.

- How did you

eventually break Jack down?

- Is that what it says,

that I broke him down?

- That's what it sounds like.

I mean, he was the last one

to come along, right?

- No, Jack broke himself down.

- Oh, really?

- He didn't want to do this.

- Hmm.

- None of us wanted to do this.

There was no other option.

What are you writing?

- Keep going.

- Pulling it off.

We were...

We were helping ourselves

while helping each other.

Jack was helping himself.

We just had to make sure

that everybody did their part.

Are you sure it's big enough?

- I don't know!

It was expensive, okay?

Don't screw this up.

- Mr. Griffin left

some filing for you,

and after that, Mrs. Lyons

needs her attendance finalized

for progress reports.

- Anything else?

- You should get your check

on Friday.

- Great.

Cameron and Ricky were in charge

of getting

the teachers' passwords.

Ricky had this crazy idea

of getting a transmitter

that would give us a running log of everything

typed into the school computers, but...

It turned out that stuff

only existed in James Bond movies.

Cameron had

a more practical approach.

He knew he could find the teachers'

log-ins in the I.T. Office,

but he wouldn't have enough time

to do anything else.

He still needed a copy

of the network

where the grades were stored.

- That's where Jack and I

came in.

- Yes, Jack.

- I want to call

an office meeting.

- What?

- As president

of the student council,

I want to call

an office meeting.

- About what?

- About a problem that our school has

been ignoring since I've been here.

- All right.

Let's get it over with.

If I could

have your attention, please.

Our student council president has exercised

his right to call an office meeting.

If you could please join us

in the staff lounge, thank you.

- Um... what am I supposed to do?

- Hold down the fort.

- Oh, god! Jesus! Sh*t!

Sh*t! No!

- What did he do?

Where is he going?

Ricky!

- Oh, no!

- What happened?

What did you do?

- It's burnt, it's burnt,

it's burnt!

No, you don't got to see it!

It's a goddamn...

Got a fire in my eyes!

- Let me see it.

- No!

- Hey!

- Okay, can I see it?

- Don't use that kind of language.

- We're trying to help you.

- You gonna want me

to go get the nurse?

- If he's gonna use

this kind of...

- Over 150,000 students

skip school every day

because they're being bullied,

and at least 1 in every 20

American students

have witnessed another student

with a gun at the school.

- We know this is a problem,

Jack.

We get trained by the state

on how to deal with it.

- So, why isn't it getting

any better?

- Well, uh, teenagers, by nature,

are not

the most sympathetic group.

We can't just wave a magic wand

and make everyone

be nice to each other.

- Calm down. Just lower

your voice, all right?

We can figure this out.

- No, I'm not gonna lower my voice, okay?!

- Shared network drive.

- Okay, so we're just gonna keep

letting bad things happen?

- We strive for excellence here

at Archer.

One student at a time.

- I don't accept that.

Why not one school at a time?

We're a team, aren't we?

Why not one nation at a time?

Why do we have to stop there?

Do you realize what a student

goes through?

- Go see the nurse!

- Don't push him, though.

Don't push him.

- Fire! Screw you!

- Just go to the nurse!

- What are you doing?

What the hell are you doing?

- I-I...

- You have got to be shitting me.

- This was here

before I got here.

Uh, it was... I...

- just get out of here.

Go back to class.

- You want me to...

- Go back to class.

- All right. All right.

- Really?

- You think... you think that was me?

- At least close the door.

Okay, whatever.

- There you go.

They're all up there.

- He's there.

- I know, there's like four of them.

- How do I get to

the next checkpoint?

- So, how are you

gonna make it up to us

if these numbers don't work?

- They'll work.

Plus, I wouldn't want to come

between you and Ricky.

- We have an open relationship.

- Nice job with that bullshit

you told me to feed Donato,

by the way.

Hey, you criminal masterminds

figure out how to get the grades

back in the system yet?

- Yeah, we got it.

- As long as I can get back in

the I.T. Office.

- Even though

it was department policy

to let students make up any labs

that they missed,

Cameron caring

about missing class

should have gotten

his attention,

but Faustin didn't notice.

- Mr. Faustin?

- Yeah.

- I need to go to the restroom.

- And I care about that why?

- Faustin didn't notice much, so long as

it didn't require any effort on his part.

- I'm telling you...

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