To Sir, with Love II Page #6

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I don't believe it.

I don't know what the procedure is | for turning in keys.

I thought I'd just give them to you. | I'm sorry this had to happen.

Had to? | You didn't leave me any choice.

I gave a student my word. What are we | teaching here if that doesn't count?

That's easy to say | from where you stand,

but I have to think about the whole | school, not one student or another.

That's all a school is, Horace,

one kid and another.

And another.

You used to know that. | Before you start laying blame-

Once you start compromising, | it's hard to stop.

Tell that to the school board. | You'll compromise too much.

Tell that to the state, | the federal people.

You realise you may have | protected your job,

but whatever it is you're running | is not a school anymore.

Mark, what's wrong here | can't be fixed here.

This is just where the dust settles.

Each man has to draw his own line | and stand there, no matter what.

That's what I see. | And that's what you don't see... yet.

I wish you luck.

You too.

Any problem? | No.

Does the newspaper | keep files of old papers?

There's 45 years of them, kid, all | the way back to the first issue. Why?

Evie, what are you doing? Come in.

Come in! My goodness! | Is there anything wrong?

I wanted to ask...

You are leaving!

Everybody's got us pegged as a bunch | of losers, but we didn't quit on you.

Danny's thinking about college.

Rebecca's through | turning tricks for Frankie.

I even went down | to that newspaper.

That's wonderful. | Only you're quitting on us.

I can't help it | if that's the way it seems.

What did you want to see me about? | It's not about me.

This lady that you used to know. | Was her name Emily Douglas?

How did you know that? | I was working at the newspaper.

I was looking through | old newspapers.

In the business section, I found | Lawrence Douglas, a contractor.

He had a contract to put up a mall | in Guyana. There was a big write-up.

That's very resourceful. | I'm impressed.

I looked in the yellow pages. | His company doesn't exist anymore.

I tried the phone book, Evie. | I even tried the police.

You didn't try the social pages. | What?

Emily Douglas got married 26 years | ago to a man named Jack Taylor.

The wedding announcement | gave the parents' addresses.

It took a few phone calls. | Her husband died two years ago.

She has a son. He wants to meet you.

I'll call you later. | I'm supposed to meet a Mr. Taylor.

That's me. How are you, Mr. | Thackeray? My mother's been very ill.

I'm sorry to hear that. | Come on, I'll take you to her.

I suppose I ought to explain | what this is all about.

A long time ago, your mother and I | had a very close relationship.

She was very much in love with you. | She told you that?

Yeah. | Then why did-?

Why did she leave? | I'll let her explain that to you.

She just vanished. I wrote letters. | They all came back.

My grandfather confiscated | those letters. He had them sent back.

I see.

After my wife died, I never really | cared about getting married again.

But I found myself wondering | what happened to your mother.

When I was offered this job | in Chicago, I took it.

I guess I wanted | one more chance to find her.

You did.

Ma? I got someone here to see you.

I'm going to get a cup of coffee. | You two will want to talk.

It's been a long time, Emily. | A long, long time.

Just look at us, Mark. | How many years is it?

It's been years. | It feels like yesterday.

Mark, thank God you haven't changed.

You always knew exactly | what to say to me.

I've thought a lot about you | these last few months.

I wanted so much to see you | one last time before the end.

Is that what this is? | Let's not talk about that.

I've had a good life. Sit down here.

Mark, did you get married?

She passed away, | quite a long time ago.

But she made you happy? | She did.

Good. I'm glad.

I've spent the better part | of 30 years

going over the year and a half we had.

I've wondered, is that | what it would have been like

if we had had the chance | to be together?

The garden.

I can still feel your hands | on my skin in that garden.

Is anything really that perfect?

We can't ever lose that. | It can't ever change.

The way the stars seemed | to get tangled up in the leaves.

We always thought | they'd get stuck there.

And they did, Emily. | They're still there.

Oh, Mark.

Oh, Mark.

Then why-? | I was so terribly confused.

My father got us out of there as fast | as he could. My head was spinning.

I hadn't exactly conducted myself | quite properly, had I?

Not for those times, anyway.

It hurt so much sometimes, | thinking about you, Mark.

Your pain was my pain, Emily.

No. No, Mark. It was much harder | for you, alone, not knowing.

At least I wasn't alone.

I had your son.

Sorry to break this up. | The doctor said...

She told you.

Where the hell have you been? | I've been waiting for you!

Waiting? | There's gonna be trouble.

Calm down. What kind of trouble? | Wilsie's got another piece. A gun.

What do you mean, another? | The one you took off him-

He told you about that? | Come on. Figure it out.

I'm the guy who gets everything. | He asked if I could get him a piece.

That wasn't his gun? | I got that off some dude.

It was used in a shooting. | Wilsie never saw that gun before.

Will you tell the police? | Tell the cops I got this dude a gun?

He could go to jail | for shooting a police officer.

You shouldn't have handed him over. | I didn't!

What the hell are you saying? | They didn't know Wilsie had the gun.

You handed it over but never said | a name? They're not gonna let you...

They didn't let you get away with it! | That's why you got canned.

Wilsie don't know that. He thinks | the cops are looking for him.

He was gonna get a piece | and settle up with Tommie.

One of them'll be dead or both. | He figures he's got nothing to lose.

We've got to find him. When we do, | will you stand up for him?

You did and you got canned. What | do you think's gonna happen to me?

That's not the point. | That's what you're trying to say.

I'm not saying anything. | You are, man... sir... Mr. Thackeray.

I don't know how | you're talking me into this.

You find him, | and I'll stand up for him.

All right, Mr. Thackeray, this is it. | I'm out of here.

Yeah?

What are you doing here? | I'd like to talk to your mother.

You got a lot of balls coming here. | Who is it?

I know Wilsie could have quit school | two years ago, but he didn't.

The only reason for that must be | that he's got the kind of mother

who's had an impact on his life.

That's why I'm hoping | that you will help me now.

Help me help Wilsie. | This man don't want to help Wilsie.

He's the one who got him in trouble. | Let me hear the man out.

What trouble is my boy in? | So far, I don't think it's serious.

He doesn't know that. He's desperate. | He had a gun. He turned it over to me.

You gave him up to the cops. | Am I gonna have to tell you again?

I gave the gun to the police, | not your brother's name.

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