To Sir, with Love Page #5

He's a proper f*ggot.

Here, you'll like them.

Thank you.

Who's next?

Come on, girls.

Speak up!

I was wondering if you would also give

the girls some lessons in makeup.

I think quite a few

of them would be...

...very pretty if they knew

how to do it.

Why, certainly.

You are getting involved

with your children, aren't you?

I'm just trying to help.

That's the job, isn't it?

- You want some of this?

- No, thanks.

Is that all you're having?

You on a diet?

I'll tell you, I'm a weak man.

At the moment, a little skint.

When I eat, do I love to eat!

I love wine,

but I just can't have a glass.

I want the whole bottle.

So I avoid wine

and pastrami sandwiches...

...and baked potatoes...

...with butter and bacon...

...and strawberry shortcake

and cheesecake.

But I like to eat light for lunch.

How's the Dare girl?

No problems.

- Are you gonna stay on here?

- Until I get sorted out.

No luck with the jobs?

But I'm plugging away.

Remember a few weeks ago,

you thought you'd lost the battle?

I thought you had too.

There's a good angel

looking after me, somewhere.

Come on.

Sort yourselves out.

Come on, hurry up!

All right? Go!

Come on, Denham, hurry it up.

Land on your toes.

Do it again. Next!

Next!

Buckley!

Come on, boy.

I'm not a boy.

I'm a man.

I don't want to do it.

It's too high.

You're a fat boy.

Come on.

I'm waiting.

Get that jelly off!

Fats can't do it.

It's too high for him.

Of course, he can't do it!

When I want your opinion,

I'll ask, boy.

- I'm not a boy.

- Shut up!

Buckley, do as you're told!

Come on!

- Move out of the way, boy.

- Shut up!

Is he all right?

I don't know.

You bloody bastard!

Put that down!

You knew Fats couldn't do that.

You had it in for him.

Potter, put that down!

They're fighting in the gym!

Come on, Potts!

That was no accident!

I'll take that.

Go and help Buckley.

Go on!

Potts should have done the bastard

like he did Fats.

You all right, boy?

Yes, thank you.

Me stomach didn't half hurt.

Jackson, Ingram?

Help him up to Mrs. Evans.

All right.

What happened?

Buckley's all right.

More frightened than anything else.

Why'd you make him do that jump?

He just stood there

and refused to obey.

When he jumped, he sent the buck flying

and I couldn't catch him.

Thanks for helping me out.

That Potter went berserk.

I understand that Buckley is

a pet whipping boy of yours.

Is that right?

I'd better report it.

There'll be the devil to pay.

Potter, I can't think of anything

that excuses your behaviour.

But it was him!

He made Fats do it.

Fats said he couldn't do it.

The bully always had it in for him.

I am not concerned with

Mr. Bell's behaviour, but yours.

What if a gun or knife

had been handy?

Potter was narked.

We was all narked.

That bleeder was wrong

and you know it.

You're missing the point.

You all are.

Soon you will be out in the world.

Will you use a weapon every time

someone angers you?

You're supposed to

be learning self-discipline.

You owe Mr. Bell an apology.

Why?

Just because Bell is a teacher?

You better answer that, Potter.

Do you think you behaved

like an adult?

How about Bell

apologizing to Buckley?

My business is with you,

not Mr. Bell.

It's easy for you to talk.

No one pushes you around.

Are you a man or a hoodlum?

Do it, Potts!

Or Bell will call the law

if you don't.

You've got to have recommends

for a job in a couple weeks.

He's got to sign one.

This has nothing

to do with what I sign.

You can't trust a teacher.

We're only safe together.

Against them.

But Sir is different.

If he says Potts...

That he is, and he's wrong now.

You all know Bell's been after

old Fats for years.

Go on, Potts.

If you apologize

because you're afraid...

...then you're a child, not a man.

When I leave,

I'll have me own barrow.

So you can't touch me,

letters or no letters.

I'm sorry I'm late, Sir.

But it's me mum.

She's dead.

I've been helping me dad

with her things.

- I didn't know where to go, Sir.

- That's all right.

Ingram, take over the class.

I understand that

the passing-out class holds...

...some kind of a celebration

at the end of term.

What happens?

We dance...

...Sir.

Did you apologize because of Denham?

One should fight

for what one believes...

...provided one is absolutely sure...

...one is absolutely right.

Pass these out.

You have to fill those out...

...for national health insurance

and so on.

What are you doing, Jackson?

It's for Seales.

For flowers and a wreath.

That's wonderful of you.

May I be permitted

to contribute something?

No, thank you, Mr. Thackeray.

Here, Pam, you buy the wreath.

The name's Dare.

Miss Dare.

Well, you buy the wreath.

Send it around when the time's right.

Send it?

Aren't you going to take it?

You don't think

girls could take it, do you?

Well, why not?

It's what people would say, Sir.

What the family would say...

...if they saw us going

into a coloured person's home.

We've got nothing against you, Sir.

Honest.

But if one of us was to...

You can't imagine the things be said.

Thank you, Miss Pegg,

for making it clear.

Does that apply to the men also?

You're dead right it does.

I'll take the flowers.

Why should you do that?

Wouldn't that make you

subject to gossip?

Gossip don't worry me.

I've known Seales since kindergarten.

I'll take the flowers.

I wouldn't if I were you.

I've been looking for you.

There's a lady to see you.

Mrs. Dare.

And by the way, I've canceled

all outings for your class.

Why?

The adult approach hasn't worked.

It'd have been better

to let things be.

You'd better take your boys in for P.T.

Until I get a replacement.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Sir.

It's about Pam.

I'm Mrs. Dare.

What can I do for you?

Would you have a seat?

Would you talk to her, Sir?

I'm sure she'd listen to you.

- She's always talking about you.

- What's the problem?

She always stays out

late at night, Sir.

Often she doesn't get home

till past 11.

She never says where she's been.

She's a big girl.

I'm worried about her.

She won't listen to me.

I'm just a teacher, Mrs. Dare.

I know she'd listen to you.

It's always "Sir said this"

or "Sir said that. "

See, she won't listen to me.

She just won't.

Why doesn't her father

talk with her?

We're divorced.

He's up north somewhere.

He doesn't...

It's not wrong to...

When your marriage breaks up,

life doesn't end, does it?

Please talk to her, Sir.

I'm frightened for her.

You never know what sort

of trouble she can get into.

Please?

All right, I will.

Thank you.

Morning, Sir.

Hello, luv.

- Morning.

- How are you? How's the kids?

Hello, Guv!

Hello, Sir.

It's a lovely day, isn't it?

Your kid ain't top of the class.

My, you look as if

you've won the pools.

Better!

I got me a job.

A real one for when school ends.

Assistant engineer

in a factory in the Midlands.

They even sent me the fare!

That's marvelous.

It's not that good,

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