To Sir, with Love Page #2

Weston couldn't care less

about them, and that's no good.

I can't guide you...

...but don't take any nonsense

from these little tykes.

They're good kids, Mark,

most of them.

But if you don't solve them,

they'll break you and damn quickly.

That's been tried...

...by experts.

They're very expert.

Please can I leave the room, Guv?

Yes. And it's "Thackeray. "

Yes, Guv.

Most of you girls help your mothers

with the shopping.

So sorry, Mr. Thackeray.

Proper drafty in these parts,

isn't it?

About multiplying...

...there are a few

valuable tricks to know.

Say that you're offered roast beef

at seven shillings per pound.

Potter.

Must you do that?

I can't help it, Sir.

It's me desk.

Poor old Potts!

Sit down.

I'll speak with the caretaker

about it after school.

Isn't he nice?

I hope I didn't miss nothing.

Where was we?

About shopping or some...?

That's enough, Denham.

I was only asking, Mr. Thackeray.

I don't wanna miss nothing.

Bert, he was just about to show us

a new and valuable trick.

- When you're shopping, you see...

- I said, that's enough.

Sit down.

Do exercise four, five and six.

Very quietly.

Don't worry.

The worst is still to come.

You're still getting

the silent treatment.

What's the next phase?

Well, unless you can work up

a little black magic...

...these little bastards have

a multitude of tricks.

Why did you take up teaching?

It's good to have some kind of a job.

But I'm teaching them nothing.

I'm not even getting to first base.

Don't worry,

your lot leaves this term.

The next will be better.

They'll be just as bad.

Probably worse.

What's your answer?

What they need...

...is a bloody good hiding.

I feel rather sorry for them,

you know?

Most of them can hardly read.

You're so naive,

my dear old colleague.

They'll be earning twice as much

as us before you can shake a stick.

They'll happily be part

of the great London unwashed:

Illiterate...

...smelly...

...and quite content.

An education's a disadvantage

in this day and age.

That is ridiculous!

But still true.

So you'd better start

brushing up...

...on your voodoo if you wish

to remain sane.

Good morning.

All right, take your seats.

- All right, Sir?

- I hope you didn't hurt yourself.

You all right?

Cheap stuff they're selling nowadays.

Want me to help, Sir?

Sit down.

Take your proper places.

We can move around here,

you know, Sir.

Take your proper places.

Beg your pardon.

Something the matter?

Seales, is something wrong?

It's me mum.

She's awful sick.

I'm sorry.

Anything I can do?

Nothing.

- She's English.

- I see.

You're like my old man,

except bigger and younger.

Rotten bastard!

You shouldn't speak like that.

You know nothing.

I hate him!

Why not?

Never forgive him for

what he did to me mum. Never!

He married her, didn't he?

Didn't he?!

Today, let's take a look

at South America.

I'm sorry, Mr. Fackeray.

The bloody things just slipped.

The name is Thackeray,

and they are not "bloody things. "

They were a pile of books.

That's a good netting score.

Pam, luv, that's not a bloody pile,

but it's a pile of books.

All right, settle down.

I was only trying to help,

Mr. Thackeray, Sir.

That's right, Mr. Thackeray.

Curley was only trying to put

that little scrubber in her place.

I know what Curley was trying to do.

Now, just settle down.

We are going to study

South America.

Now turn to page 37

in your geography book.

"They were alone...

...but not alone as they who

shut in chambers think it loneliness.

The voiceless sand and the drooping

caves that lay around them...

...made them to each other press as if

there were no life beneath the sky... "

Sorry, luv.

It's the bleeding desk.

You speak such words

to your father?

You're not my bleeding father!

All I want to know is,

who does he think he is?

Mate, shut up!

Morning.

Hello, Thackeray.

How goes it?

Fine, thank you, sir.

All you boys, out!

The girls stay where they are.

What's the matter?

Out!

Out at once!

All right.

I am sick of your foul language...

...your crude behaviour

and your sluttish manner.

A decent woman keeps

some things private.

Only a filthy slut

would have done this!

Those who encouraged her

are bad too!

I don't care who's responsible!

You're all to blame!

I'm leaving for five minutes,

by which time...

...that disgusting object

had better be removed!

And open the windows

to clear the stench!

If you must play these filthy games,

do them in your homes...

...and not in my classroom!

What's the matter?

Man, oh, man!

I lost my temper. The one thing

I swore I would never do.

God, did I lose my temper!

What happened?

After all the bull

I've taken in my life...

...in a few short weeks,

those kids have got me so steamed up...

...so easy, so quickly.

I never would have thought it.

- Perhaps you're trying too hard.

- Those kids are devils incarnate.

I tried everything. Everything!

But nothing I tried...

Kids.

Kids.

That's it!

Those are out.

They are useless to you.

I realized you are not children.

You will be adults in a few weeks,

with all the responsibilities.

From now on, you will be treated

as such by me and by each other...

...as adults.

Responsible adults.

Next, we'll be reasonable

with each other.

We are just going to talk,

you and I.

You will listen

without interruption.

And when I am finished,

one of you may have your say...

...without interruptions.

Next...

What a morning!

Everything's gone wrong.

The alarm didn't go off.

Then I had to wait hours for a bus.

I must've stood there

three bleeding hours...

Example:

There are two ways to enter a room.

One is like an adult,

a lady with dignity.

The other is like a brat.

Miss Dare's shown the second way.

Perhaps you'd demonstrate the first?

I'm sorry I'm late.

Next...

...we are all going to observe

certain courtesies in this classroom.

You will call me

Sir or Mr. Thackeray.

The young ladies will be

addressed as Miss...

...the boys by their surnames.

Why should we call them Miss?

We know them.

I beg your pardon?

I said, why should we

call them Miss, Sir?

We know them.

Is there a young lady you feel...

...does not deserve to be

addressed as Miss?

- No, Sir.

- Good.

Next, general deportment.

First, the young ladies.

They must prove worthy of

the courtesies we'll show them.

Soon boyfriends and marriage

will concern you.

No man likes a slut for long.

Only the worst type will marry one.

And the competition for men

on the outside is rough.

Next, men.

I've seen garbage collectors

who are cleaner.

Toughness is a quality

of the mind...

...like bravery,

honesty and ambition.

If you want to wear your hair long,

clean it...

...else you'll soon get lice and smell.

Soon your principle interest

will be girls.

You will be more attractive

with clean clothes, shoes...

...hands, face, teeth, et cetera.

Any questions?

Miss Pegg.

What about Mr. Weston, Sir?

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