To Sir, with Love II Page #7
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- 1996
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He thinks the police are after him. | He's got another gun.
I've got to find him | before he makes any more mistakes.
He's gonna help the cops find Wilsie.
You don't know anything if you don't | know who to trust. I trust this man.
You had better too. You know where | your brother's hid. Take him there.
Wilsie?
Wilsie?
It's me, Arch. I'm coming in.
Who's that with you? | Thackeray.
Stop right there. | Get out of here, Arch.
It's all right- | Look, I'm handling this. Go.
You don't think that little magic act | of yours is going to work again.
That gun was involved in a police shooting. | I know you had nothing to do with it.
Is that right? | Did you bring the cops?
No. | But they're looking for me?
No. | Stop lying, man!
Rebecca saw you with them.
You don't have the nerve to call me | a liar without that gun in your hand.
This better, old man? Now you tell me | again that you didn't talk to the cops.
Don't be an idiot. Of course I was talking | to them, but I didn't give them your name.
Why do you think I left the school? | They fired me. Why?
Why am I supposed to believe that?
The one thing I try to do is to get | my students to think for themselves.
It wouldn't be a bad idea to do that | before your life goes up in smoke.
You let me worry about that. | Your mother worries about that.
Leave my mother out of this. | How?
I'm not gonna stand here | talking to you.
Look, if we go to the police- | I said, leave it alone!
Nice try, Tommie. | I got four pieces.
How many have you got, dark side? | You don't worry about that.
You can't shoot your way out. | I'm gonna even the odds up a little.
Let's make this between you and me. | You stand up, and I'll stand up.
That way, me and you settle this.
What you doing? Get down, man!
You can't do that, man!
Who the hell is that? | What's he doing?
It's Thackeray. | Thackeray?
Is he crazy? | I'm not armed.
They'll kill you, man. | Just walk out of here.
There's gotta be some cops. | This has gotta be a trick.
Man, he's still coming. | Chill, chill! Wait.
Make up your minds.
You're either going to shoot me | or you're going to leave.
Come on, get down. | There ain't no one.
Wait, wait! Nobody walks into a gun.
You've only got a few more seconds | to figure it out.
We pop a teacher and we're toast. | Let's get out of here. Come on!
Man, you are one mean mother, | Mr. Thackeray.
You be straight tripping. | Straight up, man. Here.
I already handed one in. | It's your turn.
You're tripping, man.
I want to turn this in. Someone's gonna | want to talk to me for questioning.
I'd like to make a statement. | Where do I find a detective?
They busted Wilsie last night. | They got Danny, too, man.
Take your seats. I want to introduce-
What happened to Danny and Wilsie? | That's not your concern. Sit down.
Why won't you tell us? | Why isn't Mr. Thackeray here?
This is a history class. | Mr. Vollick will be your teacher.
Get in your seats | and open your books.
He's not our teacher. | Yeah, our teacher was black.
You might want to give them a quiz. | A quiz?
I thought you guys got busted. | No, everything's cool.
Mr. Thackeray took care of everything. | It was like having a lawyer.
You got your answer. Now, sit down. | No, we're not doing it.
No one is sitting down until you | tell us why Mr. Thackeray isn't here.
That's none of your concern. | He's our teacher.
Your teacher is boarding a plane | to London this morning.
That's not true.
I want order here. | You want respect, Mr. Weaver?
Then give us some. | That's right.
Mr. Weaver, we finally got ourselves a | real teacher. You ain't taking him away.
Ever hear of a sit-in, Mr. Weaver? | Except we're all standing.
Yeah, passive resistance.
Still in there, huh? | For the duration.
Did you put them up to this? | I guess so.
I taught them a little history. | Then you'd better get in there.
Thackeray! Thackeray! Thackeray! | Thackeray! Thackeray! Thackeray!
I might as well leave.
Mr. Vollick had a difficult time | with you people.
I'd like to hear you thank him | for his trouble.
Thanks, Mr. Vollick.
That's better. Now, let's sit down. | We've got work to do.
We were discussing healthcare | and the upcoming national elections.
Welcome back.
Oh, hi. Good to be back.
That's all I wanted to say. | I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah, see you tomorrow.
No, there was one other thing.
You're the most remarkable man | I've ever met.
William Lopatynski.
Arch Carrouthers.
La Verne Mariner.
La Verne has signed on as an intern | in Senator Butler's campaign.
I think the senator is in | for more than he can handle!
Danny Laredo!
Rebecca Torrado.
Evie Hillis.
Evie is taking | journalism classes at night.
Wilsie Carrouthers.
Wilsie is working for the Federal | Outreach Program for street gangs.
Lynn Guzman.
There must have been times | when you didn't think they'd make it.
There were times when I | didn't think I would make it.
What do you think? I made | the floral arrangements myself.
I'll bet there never was | a graduation like it.
You're a genius. It's so beautiful. | Come on, you wanna dance?
Mr. Thackeray, there's 500 classes | I could take!
Don't do them all in the first year. | I'll try.
Frankie? | What's he doing here?
He didn't even graduate.
What the hell are you doing? | I'm dancing with a friend.
You dance with who I tell you. | I told you, I am through with you!
Is that what you said? | That's what just happened.
I just graduated from John Adams. | I graduated from you a long time ago.
Get your hand off my arm, | or I'll take it off.
Nobody walks out on me. | The sister made herself clear, man.
Keep your hands off her. | You gonna make me?
Yeah, if I have to. | You gonna bring your whole gang?
I'm here. | Yeah. Me too.
And me.
Well, why are we just standing here?
Music!
May I have this dance?
You were supposed to ask him. | I will.
When? | Later, I guess.
How about now? Come on.
Excuse me, Mr. Thackeray. | We all wanted to say goodbye.
Let's not say goodbye yet. | The party's not over.
We kind of wondered when | you were going back to England.
I've given that a lot of thought.
In London, | they put me out to pasture.
I think, maybe, this is the pasture.
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