To Sir, with Love Page #6

but it's a start after so long.

Do you think

she'll take the flowers?

I don't know.

Go in. Sir wants you.

Sit down.

I'd like to talk to you.

Has my mum been in?

The funeral's Saturday, 10:30.

About my mum, Sir?

She's very worried about you,

Miss Dare.

Couldn't you call me Pamela?

I think not, for the moment.

She says that

you've been staying out late.

I've just been to Gran's.

Just around the corner, not far.

Why haven't you told your mother?

She doesn't care about me.

You know that's not true.

You're not in trouble, are you?

Nowadays that's only for fools,

isn't it?

We're the luckiest kids,

the luckiest generation...

...that's ever been, aren't we?

We're the first to be really free

to enjoy life if we want...

...without fear.

What is the trouble?

If you don't want to talk,

say the word.

It doesn't bother me.

It was all right

up till about a year ago.

Of course, I miss Daddy.

He was wonderful.

But it's just one of those things.

Mum works up in a dress shop

on the West End.

And we got on fine.

Then men friends started

calling on her.

You know what neighbours are like.

That's all.

There's nothing else to tell.

She doesn't like me.

I'm in the way.

She's young and pretty, isn't she?

I'll be glad to leave school

and be on my own.

Obviously your mother loves you.

And you owe her much more

than any teacher.

I think you're wrong about her.

Did she tell you that I found her

with one of her friends?

At home? At my home?

No, I bet she didn't,

but she was!

I can't solve your problems for you.

But staying out late won't help.

It helps me.

I can't stand the sight of her!

And if you were me,

you'd feel the same.

I'm in no position to judge.

I know people make mistakes.

You're saying it's my fault?

Forgiveness is the gift of God.

People make mistakes.

It's up to you to make peace.

- Why should I? I haven't done anything.

- Grow up.

Give her another chance.

Why are you taking her side?

You're wrong not to give her a chance.

Everybody deserves that.

I thought you'd understand.

I thought I could trust you.

But you're just as Denham said.

I'm not taking the bloody flowers!

All right.

Let's line up here

in the centre.

Could we box first today, please?

Why?

It would make a change.

Just sort yourselves in pairs now.

Do you mind having a go with me?

Sapiano's hurt his wrist.

That's right. I sprained it.

I think you ought to wait and have a go

at Potter or one of the others.

He'll be done in, Sir.

I don't mind having

a punch out with you.

I think you'd better

forget that for today.

Let's go!

Let's go.

Stay where you are!

Put your head down.

Collect the gloves and put them back.

The rest of you,

line up for vaulting.

Put your head down.

You all right?

- Come over here for a minute.

- I'm all right.

I think I'll go wash up.

You all right, mate?

Are you sure?

Can I ask you something?

- How many times did you hit me?

- Once.

I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I lost my temper.

I was meaning to hurt you.

You did.

You're pretty good.

Why didn't you hit me again?

Why didn't you fight?

You had me easy.

I've been after you

since you got here.

Are you afraid or something?

Hitting you wouldn't solve much,

would it?

It's the truth.

I don't understand you at all.

What's a barrow?

A barrow? With fruit on it.

A barrow!

You was wrong about Potts.

Yes, from his point of view,

at his age, I was.

- The girls was right about the gossip.

- From their point of view.

What other point is there?

You have to figure that out

for yourself.

Would you like a job teaching

the youngsters how to box?

I'll speak with Mr. Florian.

There will be some money for you.

Me? A bleeding teacher?

It's important the youngsters

know how to defend themselves.

Why are you doing this?

Good luck with your barrow.

What's the matter?

You going to a bleeding wedding?

You don't half pong, Potts!

- What's up with you, Fats?

- Nothing, Bert.

Another week and

we'll be through here.

I ain't got a job yet.

You had the bleeder yesterday.

Lucky punch.

You got eyes in the back of your head.

He could have done me

with one hand behind his back.

And none of your bleeding here.

There's ladies present.

What Sir said about the truth,

it's kind of scary, isn't it?

Good morning.

About the party,

we've got a group and all.

And the girls is fixing the grub.

You coming?

You inviting me?

Yeah, you're invited.

Thank you.

If I can, I certainly will.

What you said is right,

about a man making up his own mind.

My goodness!

You certainly look lovely.

Thank you.

Would you dance with me tonight?

Of course.

But nothing too fast.

I am getting too old for that.

We'll make it special.

Promise?

Promise.

Thank you.

Would you call me Pamela tonight?

Pamela.

Thank you.

Excuse me a minute, Bert.

It's Pam.

- You look marvelous!

- You look great!

- Where's the other earring?

- It's the thing.

- I wanna talk to the group. Come.

- Why?

Come on, I'll tell you.

Good evening.

I hear you're leaving.

It's a pity.

I'm sorry about that.

You're damn good.

You've done wonders for this show.

Thank you very much.

Anybody can be an engineer,

but teaching this mob is...

I wish I had your gift.

Why so serious, Mark?

Good God, it's Weston!

Wrap up, Clinty.

Well, I'm damned!

He wasn't giving you

a hard time, was he?

On the contrary.

Will you wave your magic wand

and make me sweet 16 again?

Nothing to do with me.

A fine lad.

Your hand's in this, all right.

If you must leave,

go to another school.

You can't waste your talent

on electronics.

Damn!

I swore I wouldn't interfere.

Would you like some more?

- Who made it?

- I did.

It's salad North Quay,

one of Sir's special recipes.

It's bloody marvelous, Barbara.

I mean, Miss Pegg.

Thank you, Mr. Weston,

I'm sure.

Actually, I don't like it.

I think it's terrible, don't you?

Blimey, I'm hot!

Thank you.

Excuse me, Sir.

I got the job I wanted.

That's wonderful.

- What is it?

- Pageboy at the Hilton.

He can't wait to get

all that Yankee money.

You're right there.

I don't want to be

a pageboy all me life.

Will you help me get

into night school?

I'd be glad to.

Ta, Sir.

You ain't half a dolly, Miss.

Ready, Pam.

Attention, everybody!

By special request,

it's a lady's choice.

Hold that, please.

Come on.

Everybody, come here.

Thank you.

Can I come and see you

sometimes, next term?

I won't be here.

Everybody's got to move on.

I'm glad I met you, though.

You've helped me a lot.

We were lucky to have you.

The whole world's waiting for you.

You're a smasher!

Thanks.

Bye.

Hold it! Listen, everybody.

I've got an announcement.

It's about Sir.

We'd like to thank you

for everything you've done.

We'd like to give you

a present to remember us by.

- Come on, Babs.

- You mean, Miss Pegg.

The time has come

For closing books

And long last looks must end

And as I leave

I know that I am leaving

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