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♪ Give me one thing I can believe ♪
♪ Give me one thing I can touch ♪
♪ Taste, want ♪
♪ Take again and again and again ♪
♪ Give me something I can't remember ♪
♪ Forget me not ♪
♪ Give me something over and over ♪
♪ Don't forget ♪
♪ Keep me loved ♪
♪ Give me something I can't ignore ♪
♪ No ♪
Rick, the flame's coming outta your nose, you crazy son of a bitch .
Come on, that's a lie.
Ricky-tikki-tavi's on a high lonesome again , huh?
- Stevie B! - Yo!
Come on, light up my life one more time.
Put it on the tab.
Hey, give one... Give one to Bobby and Paulie
and Gus here, he needs another drink.
Jesus Christ.
What?
It's Kimberly.
What'd I tell ya? Huh?
Not even two months, and she's comin' back.
She looks good, doesn't she?
She really looks great.
Christ.
She's with her fuckin' attorney.
That asshole!
He's the one who represented her in the divorce.
You believe that? Jesus Christ!
Be cool!
Yeah.
He was probably dating her before the divorce, wasn't he?
Huh? Jesus Christ!
It's over, Rick. Take it easy.
Yeah, take it easy.
This kind of shit happens.
Yeah. Yeah, I know, man. It happens.
Let it go, man. Let it go.
Okay, it's gone, it's gone.
It's cool, man. I'm mellow.
- Screw it, right? - Screw it.
Screw it.
Screw it. Son of a...
Whoa, Rick!
Settle down, Rick!
Rick, no! Rick!
Now, wait a minute.
Rick!
♪ Keep me satisfied ♪
♪ With a woman's touch ♪
Hey! Come here!
No!
Come here, man!
Are you crazy?
- Come on! - Crazy fool!
- Get over here! - You stay away from me!
Come here! Goddamn it!
Get out of the car!
No.
I said get out of the fucking car, asshole!
I don't have to. No!
No, don't do it! Hey!
Faggot, get out!
You leave my car alone! Jesus.
What are you doing? You're crazy.
Hey, come on, asshole!
Take it easy, man.
Will you stop that?
You're tearin' my car up!
Get out of the fuckin' car, motherfucker!
My bat. Give me my bat.
Give me that fucking bat, asshole.
You bag of shit motherfucker!
Damn it!
Occupation?
School teacher.
All right, bring 'em up.
Don't freak out. The course is available next semester.
Thank you.
Linda, I want you wearing a bra to class.
Oh, God!
Not gonna change your grade.
Here comes Mr. Toad.
Latimer.
What are you gonna do? You gonna fire me?
Ask me to resign? What?
Neither. We want to make you a principal.
Aw, come on, Frank.
Don't you think your sense of humor's a little cruel?
Maybe, but this isn't a joke.
You did in the past
apply for an administration position, didn't you?
Yeah, that was a long time ago.
I know it was.
But we have a position that needs to be filled immediately
and I feel you're the right person for it.
A principal position?
A principal position.
Where?
Brandel.
"Brandel"?
Why am I not excited about it, Frank?
You don't have the luxury to pick and choose, Rick.
I got a school that needs a principal, and you need a job.
I need an answer yesterday.
Congratulations! You got the job. Thank you.
Fuck you.
Huh?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Good.
Oh, God.
Come on, man!
Everybody, split up!
Come on, man!
Hey!
Come on! Come on!
Jesus.
Oh, shit!
Disneyland.
♪ Sent down to the front lines ♪
♪ From the pan into the fire ♪
♪ Now I'm falling from the high wire ♪
Hey, stop it!
I said stop it! Come on, come on, get off.
Who the fuck is he?
Come on, lighten up here, huh?
Turn around, motherfuckin' white boy!
Let's roll.
Come here.
Yo!
Lighten up!
- Let go, man! - Damn it!
Let go, man! I wasn't doing nothing. Who the fuck are you?
Yo, man!
Yo, man. Where the hell you goin'?
Hey, man, come back!
Who the hell you think you are, man?
I'm the principal!
I don't care who you are! Let the fuck go of me, man!
Cool it!
I didn't do nothing.
Cool it!
Fuck!
My head.
Lighten up, man.
Is this the principal's office?
Yes.
- Good morning, ladies. - Good morning.
Is that him?
Yeah. I'm gonna call his mother...
Okay, boys.
Man, fuck you.
What? I didn't hear that.
That's his name, Fuck You.
- Thank you. - Fuck you.
Yeah. But you can just call me "Fuck".
Sweet.
And call this ugly asshole White Zac.
His name is too long to say.
White Zac of Shit.
Well, Mr. Shit...
Can you tell me what class this is for?
Any class Victor Duncan tries to kill me in.
You shit!
Get the fuck away from me!
Sit.
Like I said, we got all day.
- Rick Latimer. - The teacher from Willoughby.
Right.
I was hoping to speak with you before this...
Oh, this wonderful, warm welcoming party?
'Sup! Hey, yo! Be the last time you say Victor's name.
- Sit down, man. - Get the fuck off me, man!
Sit down!
Okay, why don't we start my first day off
with some expulsion papers for "Mr. Shit" and "Mr. Fuck"?
And, uh, call the police.
Whoa, uh, hold your fire, Rick.
Let's take our time here.
Get up.
Hi. Rick Latimer. I'm the new principal.
No shit. I said, get up!
Excuse me?
Get up!
Rick, uh, Latimer. I'm the...
I'm the new principal.
Oh, excuse me, Mr. Principal.
Jake Phillips, head of security.
Well, that's great.
Uh, look, while you're here, why don't you call the police?
And, Mr. Darcy, why don't you get the papers?
Right on.
Okay?
Uh, Rick, I don't know if you got a good look
at the neighborhood coming into this place.
The high school isn't exactly the highest priority
for the police around here.
These guys just tried to cut
each other's nuts off, for Christ's sake.
The cops would only ask you why you stopped 'em.
As far as expulsion goes, most of the students here
have already been expelled
from someplace else, permanently.
Excuse me, Mr. Latimer?
If you would like a tour of the resort, just whistle.
Right.
Yep, they come from all over the district.
Condit High, Crosby,
El Roble.
Burglary, weapons charges, truancy.
All them nice things.
They even com with their own customs and traditions.
I see I'm not the only one from Willoughby.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Tatawicz. He's from Willoughby.
Part of that white gang that's tryin' to move in
on Duncan's territory.
Drug dealing, all that shit, you know?
Victor Duncan?
Yeah. I see you've met him.
No, not directly.
Here, follow me.
Okay.
Hey, boys, check it out!
Bustante!
Look what we got here. Check it out, eh?
Oh, you must have a great dance department here.
I like your clothes.
Great move. I'm gonna have to learn that one, Jake.
Sweet kid.
Well, then, welcome to Brandel,
Principal.
Right.
Oh, and, uh...
If you need me, you just whistle.
Hello?
Oh.
Ever vigilant, I see.
Where we come from, they knock.
Well, where I come from, they pick locks.
So with your kind permission, Mr. Principal,
I'd like to replace your old rusty one with a brand-new deadbolt.
The kind only .357 Magnums can open up. Okay?
Well, thanks, Jake. That's real encouraging.
I feel much, much better.
Have some jelly beans.
Oh, thank you very much.
Man, you mind if I ask you a question?
I ask all imported principals.
All right, sure.
What is a fine, white-bred boy like you doing in a place like this?
Keeping my warm ass planted in this chair.
Right.
Till something better comes along, right?
Yeah, right.
Right.
Didn't know why I should think it would be anything different.
What's that?
That's a scared kid.
Duncan's crowd has been terrorizing him.
Hold tight, Arturo. Be out in a minute.
What are you lookin' at?
Hi, Kimberly.
Ricky, get the hell away from me.
Just a minute, honey. Come on.
A minute is all it takes
for you to do unthinkable amounts of damage, Latimer.
Oh, come on. Let's go out for a drink.
- You know, let's talk. - Too late for that.
It's not too late.
Rick, I put up with all the frat brat, Peter Pan bullshit I can take.
Hey, come on. That's your therapist talking. That's not you talking.
Well, at least somebody was talking.
You weren't. I tried to make things work, Ricky.
I didn't run and get plastered every time we had a problem.
I didn't quit on us. You did.
I did?
Did not! That's a bunch of shit, you know that?
You let it go, you let everything go.
L... How do you...
All the jobs you blew. Your father gets you in at Willoughby
and you even blow that.
Hey, that's not all my fault.
You had to show up in that bar with that guy.
Rick, grow up.
I'm trying.
Look, I'm running a school now.
I'm in charge of it. I'm the principal.
I heard. At Brandel.
Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?
Huh?
♪ Hello, Heaven ♪
♪ Heaven, can you hear me? ♪
♪ Hello, Heaven ♪
♪ Heaven, oh, I call your name ♪
♪ Hello, Heaven ♪
♪ Heaven, can you hear me? ♪
♪ Hello, Heaven ♪
♪ Oh, gotta fight the panic ♪
♪ Gotta justify the pain ♪
♪ Gotta get romantic ♪
♪ Get closer to the flame ♪
♪ Sun rules the planets ♪
♪ Moon controls the tide ♪
♪ My mind considers but my heart decides ♪
♪ Hello, Heaven ♪
♪ Heaven, can you hear me? ♪
♪ Hello, Heaven ♪
♪ Heaven, oh, I call your name ♪
♪ Hello, Heaven ♪
Yo, Father J, where's Raymi at?
I know you're in here.
I saw you come in.
You're safe.
Those guys ran down the hall. The coast is clear.
Come on, why don't you come out?
We can bullshit a little bit.
All right, if you want to be a fuckin' sissy,
that's your prerogative.
I ain't no sissy, motherfucker.
Oh, no? How come you were runnin' so fast?
You'd run too if you were on their shit list.
Hey, I'm on everybody's shit list, man.
I just can't run that fast.
Hey, come on. How about it? Come on over here.
Come on, let's go down to the office, talk a little bit.
You and me. All right? Maybe I can help you.
You know, maybe we can do something about those guys.
Shit, like what?
We'll get 'em expelled. Busted. Something.
Man, do you know where you are?
You're at Brandel.
Ain't you heard what they say about this school?
Garbage never leaves the dump, man.
So they ain't gonna leave. Neither are you.
Me? What about me? What are you talking about?
Man, you're in the dump, too, sucker.
Word gets around fast at Brandel.
Let me tell you, man, everybody knows about you.
Hey, you're full of shit, kid, you know that?
No, no. You're full of shit!
You're that fuck-up teacher from Willoughby, huh?
And that's the only reason your sorry ass is even in this place.
So fuck you, man!
Don't try to be no principal with me, man,
'cause I don't need your sorry shit.
Huh.
Son of a bitch!
Can I have your attention, please?
Can I have your attention?
Thank you.
Harkley, don't you teach an 11th grade
social science class in Room 212 this period?
I really find dialectic and class struggle rather dull,
especially when it's being discussed with a double-digit vocabulary.
Hmm.
Harkley, I want you and everybody else in this room...
Hold it, Darcy!
To help seat all the students in an all-school assembly
in the auditorium, sixth period today.
- An "assembly"? - That's right.
Are you mad? Do you know what can happen?
What are you doing this for?
I like the attention.
Holy shit.
Get off my foot!
You got another one.
I'm not going to...
I'm not gonna stand up here and give you a lecture
about the values of education.
Thank you.
I just have two simple words.
No more.
Yo, man, I got two words for you. Fuck you!
I'm very impressed.
They told me that you couldn't form
complete sentences here at Brandel.
No more!
No more missing classes,
no more gambling, no more extortion,
no more selling drugs on this campus,
no more gang intimidation,
arson, robbery, rape,
or whatever the hell you've been majoring in here.
No more!
You're probably saying to yourself
that that son of a bitch can't do anything.
That you can't expel students from Brandel. Well, that might be true.
Well, that goes the same for principals.
You can't expel me, either.
So as long as I'm here,
I can promise you one thing.
That I will do everything in my power
to enforce my painfully simple rule of "No more."
I know what you're thinking.
You gotta live with me, and I gotta live with...
Sit down.
I said, sit down!
Usher, you wanna show this gentleman to his seat, please?
You talk too much.
All right, just hold it down.
Hold it down now.
Shut this dumb shit down.
Stop it! Hey, Jake!
Usher, you wanna show these gentlemen to their seats, please?
All right, sit down, everybody!
Son of a bitch.
Man, get him, get him! Fuck him up!
Break it up!
So much for that warm ass in a chair routine.
Okay, okay.
Mr. Duncan!
That was a, uh, admirable display
of poise and leadership.
You know, you work real hard,
and maybe I can get you a spot on the student council.
The principal's a funny guy.
Yeah, well, let me tell you something really funny.
Classes and schoolwork.
Because from now on, that's the only business
you're gonna be conducting at Brandel.
My only business, huh?
If you wanna stay in my school, it is.
Your school?
Your school's shit, clown!
"Classes and schoolwork"?
Do you want that to be my only business here
at Brand X, huh?
You want that to be my only business,
then you're gonna need this.
'Cause this school here is my school.
And I make the rules.
Not anymore.
Whoa!
Hey, think you're on a bus? Huh?
- Wait a minute. - Where did you get this?
I said, where did you get this?
Man, I do not care.
Man, fuck this. Man, he can't turn it off.
Cool, cool.
Get back in line, big face.
Is this the exchange window?
I'm afraid mine's been soaked in window fluid.
This is some good shit. Don't touch till you've made a deposit.
- What are you doing? - I'm making a deposit.
You stupid fuck. You know who those belong to?
I don't care who they belong to.
All I care about is I don't wanna see you
selling this shit in this school again.
Yeah, motherfucker, somebody's gonna come looking for you.
Yeah? Well, you tell that somebody
that I'm in the office at the end of the hall.
Somebody's gotta clean this place up.
Not me.
Ah, good.
Latimer, this is not necessary.
Good morning.
I said the entire security force.
I heard ya.
- That's it? - This is it.
All right, look, I want every assistant
from the athletic department, I want every class schedule,
and I want every student's attendance record
in my office, right now.
"Right now"?
No. Surprise me on my birthday.
Goddamn it, Latimer!
Hey!
That's Mr. Latimer to you, Darcy.
Now, look.
I want these guys put on temporary payroll as security guards.
- What? - They're being deputized.
Give 'em some stinking badges, Darcy.
But they're teachers!
They're big teachers.
Everybody out of the halls.
Put that thing out.
Call it quits.
All right.
Come on, sleepy.
Quincy, wake up.
Get in there. Pay attention.
Come on. What are you, crazy?
You got to get in. Come on, come on.
♪ Y'all want this party started quickly, right? ♪
♪ Set it off I suggest, y'all Set it off ♪
♪ I suggest, y'all Set it off ♪
♪ Set it off, set it off Set it off, set it off ♪
♪ Set it off on the left, y'all ♪
Hey, man, which one you want?
♪ Set it off, set it off Come on, let's set it off ♪
♪ Y'all want this party started quickly, right? ♪
♪ Set it off, set it off Set, set, set, set it off ♪
Hey, hey!
Yo, I ain't got no drugs.
♪ Set it off, set it off Set it off ♪
♪ Set, set, set, set it off ♪
♪ On the left, start it ♪
♪ On the right, start it ♪
♪ On the left I suggest from the left, start it ♪
♪ On the left, start it ♪
♪ On the right, start it ♪
♪ On the left I suggest while we're left ♪
♪ Start it Set it off ♪
♪ I suggest, y'all Set it off ♪
♪ I suggest, y'all Set it off, set it off ♪
♪ Set, set, set Set it off ♪
So, tell me, how is it that an entire world war,
which killed eight and a half million people,
erupted all because of one,
politically minor assassination?
Excuse me!
Excuse me.
This is a classroom.
These are students.
And look, how considerate. They saved you a seat.
Hey, man, get your motherfucking hands off me, fool!
Hey, I'll bust your fuckin' eye, man.
Sit down.
Come on. Shake a leg.
Baby fat, what you doing in here, man?
You doing this class shit?
Yo, man, chill.
Yeah, well, Victor gonna really smoke you good, man.
Hey, wet Willie, sit down!
Go ahead.
Continue, Emile.
I wasn't saying nothing.
Yeah, you was, you lying shit.
You was talking about how you was trying to drive us
whites out of the school business.
You've got your tongue so far up Victor's asshole,
you can taste his breakfast.
That's an excellent description, Mr. Mawby.
Do you speak from experience?
Okay, I want three journal pages from everyone.
Everyone! Tomorrow!
That's three pages from you, too, Jojo.
See if you can fit it in between your scout meetings
and your charity work, okay?
I feel real bad for you, doughboy.
Ooh! I'm real scared, Jojo.
Next time, you won't be so lucky.
Sorry for the, uh, inconvenience.
Doing some remodeling.
- That's what you're doing? - Mmm-hmm.
Latimer, this is my classroom, and these are my kids.
And I'm hanging on to this class by the skin of my teeth.
And you come bursting in here with these thugs!
I resent you, and I resent what you're doing in here!
You think you're so tough?
Fuck you!
Emile!
I have a way with women. You know, she likes me.
Hey.
I can blow you away anytime I want, man.
Is that what you want?
Huh? If that's what you want, man, I'm right here.
Come on, there's nobody else around.
Come on. We could go down to the court, shoot some hoops, you know?
Bullshit a little bit. You know, I heard you were really good...
Yo, yo, look, man. If you're trying to reach me,
I'd just cut your hand off.
I got another one.
Look, why don't you just do yourself a favor, okay?
And go back to your white-bred suburban cesspool land
while you still got a chance, all right?
I can't.
Good morning.
Good morning, ladies.
- Mr. Latimer. - That's true.
I need your signature on this release form.
The girl you busted in the toilet wants to drop out.
Mr. Latimer, it's one thing to incite riots with school assemblies.
But when you start dumping animals in my classroom...
"Animals"?
I'd rather have animals. They don't carry knives.
"Knives"?
It was getting so much better.
Xavier stopped talking back to me.
Liz and Stacy started bringing in homework.
I was finally getting through to them,
when all of a sudden, I have six more seated in my class,
who have absolutely no respect for anything.
They throw things, and one of them urinated on the floor.
"Urinated on the floor"?
Urinated on the floor.
I heard you.
The whole class is in turmoil.
Nobody's learning anything.
It's pushed me back to the beginning.
Well, I'm sorry. I hoped that wouldn't have happened.
What are you going to do about it?
Well, are those students on your attendance sheets?
Yes, but I don't...
Then the law says that you have to teach 'em.
Oh, that's right. Blame it on the law.
They don't have to be in there. They never were before.
There's nothing stopping you from bending the law.
It's a tradition at Brandel.
Yeah? Well, that tradition is dead.
Come on, you people.
You can't pick and choose your students.
You gotta take the students that the school gives you,
and teach them the best you can.
You can't just teach the easy ones and throw the rest in the garbage.
You're having trouble dealing with a student,
then you come to me.
If he won't come out of the classroom, I'll come up and get him.
Now, look, every student we leave in the hallways,
every student we leave in an alley,
every student that we leave roaming around in the parking lot,
is another brick off the foundation of this school.
Darcy! Darcy, come back here.
Come on.
Now, look.
Lighten up!
Have a little courage.
Brave it through a little bit.
Look, stone face,
knives only hurt if it goes through you.
Urine only smells if you don't clean it up.
Come on!
I'll take care of this.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. Man, that was pure poetry.
Especially that part about each kid being a brick in this shithouse.
Man, that gave me goose pimples.
Look, I got goose pimples running all up my arm. See that?
Look. Look at that one!
Good.
"Good."
Hey!
Hi.
Bang!
- Hi! - Mom!
"Mom"?
The fuck?
What do you want?
- "Mom"? - So I have a kid.
Now get outta here before somebody sees you out.
Okay.
What do you want?
I want you to graduate.
I don't want you to drop out.
Look, Treena, your grades are good enough for it. Don't throw it away.
Shit, "throw it away"? Don't nobody care if I graduate or not.
I care. Is that enough?
I care.
Why? I ain't selling dope in your bathroom no more.
Plus, Victor got me a better job.
"Victor"?
"A better job"?
Look, if you want a job, why don't you go out and get a real job?
What's a real job to you?
Motherfuckin' burger joint 10 miles away,
with a two-year waiting list?
Get outta here. You make me sick.
I'm gonna tutor you.
All right?
You come to Room 211 at 6:00 in the morning,
every morning this week,
and I'll teach you.
What you gonna do that for?
Just show up! 6 o'clock.
And then you can do whatever job you want to do.
Go ahead and be there.
Hope you like teaching by yourself.
Fool.
You're late.
Okay.
What do you wanna start with?
The bathroom.
All right, hurry up.
My little Charles, he was asking about you.
My bike. My bike!
Hey, come on! Goddamn it! What... My bike!
Hey, stop it! What are...
You... Phillips!
Who did it?
I know you saw it. Who did it?
We can't tell you.
We can put it back together if you want.
I do. Like it was.
Hey, guess what, Latimer? I'm giving you the day off.
Come on.
What did he spot you? 50, 60 bucks?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I was only trying to help you.
You don't know what help is!
You ever heard a baby cry 'cause it was hungry?
Yeah, sure.
"Yeah, sure."
Good. Then you know it's a crying nothing but food is gonna fix.
And when you gotta listen
to that crying, you know ain't nothing you can do
except you gotta get something in that kid's mouth.
You do whatever it takes, okay, Mr. Principal?
You got three months left till you graduate, Treena.
Look, screw it, man.
I'm sorry about what happened today.
Just leave.
That's it? Just go?
You think I'm not dying to get out of this shit hole?
You think I want to live like this?
You're wrong, sucker, 'cause I don't.
But some of us don't have a choice like that.
That's bullshit!
I gave you a choice,
and you screwed me!
Then why you still wasting your time?
Because if you quit, that means I let you quit.
That means I quit, too.
So, I want you in that classroom at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning.
And if you're not there,
I'm gonna come up here, I'm gonna drag your ass in there.
You're crazy.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm crazy.
You just show up!
I said like it was.
That looks all right.
We can give 'em bag number three, four, five... Your choice.
I don't know what kind of type dealers these are.
No, let me.
Kill that motherfucker!
Oh, fuck, man!
Oh, my God.
They're gonna like you in prison, Victor.
You might even get a surprise up that wise little ass of yours.
No one saw nothing.
Yeah?
You think so, huh?
Home, James.
Now, what the hell is wrong with you?
That blow in the head give you brain damage, or something?
- Anybody see anything? - No!
Nobody's gonna identify him!
Man!
Man, you're lucky that I'm not scraping your dead ass
off that street after a bullshit move like that.
Who do you think you are? Dirty Harry or somebody?
Yeah.
I lost my head.
Yeah, it's a good thing that's all you lost.
I been protecting your ass left and right around here,
but once we get out there, outside these school grounds,
man, you are on your own!
Yeah? Well, maybe now Duncan knows I'm not kidding around anymore.
Yeah?
Victor Duncan doesn't learn lessons.
But he's gonna come back and teach you one.
You can believe that shit.
- Jake? - What?
Why are you so afraid of him?
Man, the only thing that I'm afraid of
is if me and that boy lock horns,
either he's gonna kill me or I'm gonna kill him.
There won't be no overtime.
That is the only thing that I'm afraid of.
I took myself through this school, by myself.
Victor Duncans gonna come and go.
One comes up, the other one goes down. There's always gonna be one.
I'm lucky to get out of here with my face intact.
Why did you come back?
This is the launching pad, man. It's the glory days.
The glory days!
When there was a football team,
I had three consecutive 900-yard seasons.
"The Phillips-head Screwdriver."
Led me to a diploma, university scholarship.
After two years, I pleaded hardship.
Got drafted by the New York Titans.
I had one pretty promising season there.
Then, pop!
Busted my knee.
In an exhibition game, too.
Shit.
I didn't come back 100%.
I got axed.
No name, no fame.
No more of that long green
I was really getting used to.
So, ... I came back here.
Came back to Brandel.
To see if I could find that, that...
That thing
that sprung me out of here in the first place.
Well, I'm glad you came back.
- I'm glad you're here. - Eh, I know you're glad.
You'd be dead by now.
That what you want?
Right now...
This is all I got.
This is it.
And you know what?
I'm gonna make a school out of this place.
That's for sure.
See you later.
Okay, this afternoon,
we're gonna be working on geometry, okay?
Hey, Arturo. What are you doing?
Just, like, hanging out, man.
Why don't you, like, hang out at home?
What's at home?
I don't know.
Hey, good job on the tank and the helmet.
Really inspiring work, you know that?
Come on, we gotta get going. We gotta get outta here.
I was sort of waiting for Miss Orozco.
Ooh! Got a little boner for Miss Orozco, huh?
Don't you think she's a little old for ya?
No. No!
No! No.
We gotta lock up.
Stop!
Shut up!
God, stop.
God! No! God, no!
Don't need this no more!
That's the last time you ever make fun of me, bitch!
Get the fuck away from me!
- Oh, dear God! - Get up!
Come on!
You son of a bitch!
I like to think sometimes, when I'm sitting here,
that I can close my eyes and turn into a pigeon,
and go gliding down the hall.
Harkley's head be all spinning and shit!
And sometimes at my house,
when me and the old man would cut lip,
I go up on the roof and think about being a pigeon too.
But then I see that there be too many pigeons sitting up there,
doing nothing, man, Just flapping their wings and shit.
Going nowhere.
So I think that, then maybe screw that pigeon stuff.
I'd like to be a hawk.
Because the hawk cops for himself.
I could go gliding all the way to Spain if I want.
I cop for myself.
I'd like to be a rock star, or open my own body shop, you know?
"Raymi's Body Shop."
But I know I just be dreaming.
And I get mad 'cause it hurt too much
when you come down off the roof with nothing, man.
Nothing but pigeon shit on your shoes.
Hospital said her wrist was fractured.
And she's, uh, pretty bruised up.
Pretty rattled.
No one's sure when she'll be able to come back.
Now you know what it takes to get a kid expelled from school.
Someone's been snorting their happy dust today.
Yeah, he's high.
Since White Zac's been jailed,
he's celebrating his new reign of undisputed king of the school.
Except for Pete Rose, here, of course.
- Who, me? - Yeah, you.
Hey, come on, Screwdriver, I told you I'm making you the principal.
And I told you what you can do with your job.
- Well, I just can't do that today. - Uh-huh.
Hey, hey, Raymi, come here.
Did I do something wrong?
Yeah. You write this?
Yeah.
This is good. You did a good job.
You liked it?
Yeah. You write some more of it?
- Shit, yeah! - All right.
You write it, come to my office.
We got a lot to talk about.
You can't pay a substitute enough to work here.
You can't pay anyone enough.
Sure you're right. Sure you're right!
Come on.
What? What? What?
What? What? What? Huh?
Sit down.
Sit down!
Sit. Come on.
What are you doing, huh?
Come on, in your seats. Sit down.
Okay, Emile, this ought to be a good one. Let's hear it.
Man, I don't know what it be. Homeboy just started hitting me, man.
- Just out of the blue? - Yeah.
You should be in jail, man!
He helped White Zac get Miss Orozco.
Man, no, I didn't, man!
Fuck you, man.
Hey, hey, sit down. Lighten up.
But we don't have no teacher. He left.
Well, you have one now.
But you're a principal, man!
That's right.
You're the principal. I know there's a law against this.
Okay, let's see. The journal assignment was,
"Why did they call World War I the war to end all wars?"
Obviously, it wasn't the last world war
or it wouldn't have a number one after it.
So, what was their reason of thinking
that this was gonna be the last war?
Yeah?
Because, man,
if you kill off all your enemies,
there won't be no one left to fight you.
That's true. That's good, that's good. That's good thinking.
That's a stupid reason, Ricky.
Is that an invitation?
I mean, you wanna join me after school for 200 push-ups, Emile?
I don't want that shit, man.
Okay, any other answers?
Yes?
'Cause it would change all the differences they would ever have.
That's what they were thinking.
Very good.
Who is you? Miss Albert Einstein?
28, 29, 30.
You got something to tell me about Miss Orozco?
I don't know nothing about that.
You don't? All right, come on.
Come on, start pushing the floor.
Let's go, 31.
- Thirty-two. - Thirty-one!
Thirty-one, 32.
What are you looking at?
Go clean something.
The bathrooms stink. Go do that.
Hey, yo, Ricky. Somebody be here for you, man.
Come on in.
Did you want to see me, sir?
Yeah, I want to see you.
Well, am I in trouble or something?
You want to explain this?
Well, Miss Orozco said I can do it
just so's I can turn something in.
Yeah, well, I'm taking Miss Orozco's class
for the next few days.
Unfortunately, I can't read alien.
You wanna do me a favor and write it in English?
But...
Just like everybody else, okay?
But she said I can do that till I learn better.
Oh, yeah?
She was teaching me this at lunchtime every day.
What's that? Give it to me. Let's see it.
You can't read?
I'm almost finished with it.
She says she has another one for me.
Hey, keep your nose down! Come on, keep pushing!
51, 52...
Wanna finish it now?
53...
All right, pull up a chair.
54...
55...
Yeah, we'll knock these suckers right out.
56...
Where were you at? Here?
- Yeah. - 57...
All right, go ahead.
" 'I cannot be a dog,' said Tootle."
Tootle?
Um, that's a, uh, a, an "urr" sound,
like in, uh... "Turd."
- "Turd"? - Yeah.
- Turtle? - Yeah, very good.
- Turtle... - Man,
that sounds like a baby book!
What you be reading a baby book for?
Hey, I don't wanna hear nothing outta you but sucking wind!
Look at that. Homeboy be learning to read and shit.
You got a problem with that, huh?
No, man, I got a problem with you!
Hey, hold it right there!
Okay, Shakespeare.
Go ahead, read anything. Go on.
" 'No, you cannot do that,' said Pig.
'I cannot be a dog,' said Turtle.
'I do not want to be a dog.' "
Mom taught us at bedtime.
Well, good.
Go home.
Come on, get out.
Don't worry about him. Come on, sit down.
Okay, all I've got is these three pages and I'm done.
That's right. Three more pages and this book's history.
Yo, Ricky!
You be history too, man.
Yeah, something's wrong with that kid.
Victor's gang.
I heard he quit 'em.
I heard he left today.
Oh, God.
What's happening?
Look, I didn't mean to laugh at him.
I think it's good he be trying to read and shit.
That's not what I wanna hear.
You got a story to tell, pal. I wanna hear that.
- I ain't got no story, man! - Come on.
They wanted me to write this note to Miss Orozco,
asking her to meet me after school, but I wouldn't, man!
I'm telling you the truth!
All right. Hey, who wrote it? Who wrote the letter?
Victor be doing it for White Zac.
He helped Zac put the black paper in the window.
He help him out so he could be our homeboy,
help us get rid of some other whites.
They say you all that's left, man.
They gonna make you behave.
Oh, I appreciate that.
Hey, man.
Talk to me.
They wanted me to take out some homeboy today.
I wouldn't, man. I just told 'em no.
You did the right thing.
I don't know, Ricky.
When you be with Victor,
you can go wherever you want.
Do whatever you want.
Jesus. What are you, a wuss?
Say what?
I said, "Are you a wuss?"
You keep sucking up to those guys,
you're gonna follow 'em right down the tubes, you know that?
Hey, man, I said no to 'em, didn't I?
I ain't going back.
You "ain't" going back?
I'm not going back.
All right, then! Okay! Give me five, up high!
Come on, on the side.
Down low. Too slow, man.
- You're too slow. - God.
Come on, jump on the back, I'll give you a ride home.
Yo, I ain't a wuss, Ricky. I stay nearby.
But you. You be careful, man.
Oh, yeah. I'll behave.
All right, man, I want three journal pages by tomorrow, all right?
- All right. All right. - By tomorrow.
Or you'll be doing 200 push-ups on your knuckles.
All right.
Latimer. Hi.
Hi.
L... Do you happen to have an extra copy of a Sam and Jane book?
You know, the one where they go to the zoo?
Oh! So you've read Arturo's journals.
Yeah.
Come on in.
- Nice plant. - Thanks.
Wow, great tunes!
- Do you meditate? - Yeah.
Yeah, I meditate all the time.
That's why I'm on such an even keel.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry that that happened.
Don't be. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here.
I know, but I could have done something.
I could've gotten there a little earlier,
I could've checked the doors before I left.
Well, you should have worn your cape.
Make sure he reads at least three pages a day.
He'll try to get out of it.
Look, take your time.
You know?
Take all the time you need.
- We need you. - Thanks.
But don't hurry.
Thank you.
I can take care of World War I by myself for a little while.
- Rick. - Hmm?
Would you like to stay for dinner?
"Dinner"?
You mean a "dinner" dinner?
"Dinner" dinner.
Not a microwave dinner? "Dinner" dinner?
Yes.
Like a sit down at the table kind of food dinner?
Plates and silverware and glasses, yes.
You're not a vegetarian, are you?
Emile!
Son of a bitch!
Emile.
Shit!
Help!
Son of a bitch!
Help!
Come on, let's split, man.
♪ Don't you wonder ♪
♪ When the hell it's going to start making sense ♪
♪ They say fair is fair ♪
♪ But at whose expense? ♪
♪ They've got my number ♪
♪ I've got them in my sights ♪
♪ You could say the strong survive ♪
♪ But it just ain't right ♪
♪ I don't wanna know ♪
♪ How we're fooled by this perception ♪
♪ I just wanna know ♪
♪ What to do now For protection ♪
♪ 'Cause we're looking through our own eyes ♪
♪ We're believing in our own lies ♪
♪ While we're looking through our own eyes ♪
♪ What you see as true I don't recognize ♪
Hey.
Emile?
You look like shit.
Oh, God, I'm sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
I thought I was doing something good, you know?
Something right.
You know, Emile...
Yeah, I fucked up with my old man,
I fucked up my marriage,
I fucked up at Willoughby.
I run a school of fuck ups and I even fucked that up.
Aw, Jesus.
I'm sorry, man.
You know, I didn't mean for you to get hurt.
I didn't want that to happen.
I don't know why I thought I could change things there.
I can't.
I just can't, man.
Wuss.
What, you mean
I got my ass kicked for nothing, Ricky?
Aw, shit.
Yo, Rick, what's up?
I mean, like, uh,
how's it hanging, dude?
Want some chips? Want some chips? Huh? Huh?
Son of a bitch. That kid is hanging on by a thread! You know that?
I'll kill you, you fucker!
I want you in prison, man.
But I can't, because nobody saw what you did to Emile.
But I'm gonna catch you,
and you're gonna wish you were in prison when I do!
- Fuck you! - No.
Fuck you!
I expel you, you fucker!
You're expelled!
You're not the principal here anymore, fucker!
And if you come back tomorrow and you try,
you're going home in a body bag!
You threatening me?
You're a dead man if you come here tomorrow.
I expel you, you fucker! You're dead!
You hear me? You're dead!
Thank you.
What?
When it rains at Brandel, it sure does pour, don't it?
- What? - That was the police.
White Zac, he jumped bail.
Son of a bitch!
So, if the police can't prevent that from happening,
what the hell do you think they're gonna do about a threat?
Why? Do you think Victor's a man of his word, or what?
Well, let me put it this way.
You'd best call in sick tomorrow.
Nope.
I'll be here tomorrow, Screwdriver.
Hey, Rick.
I'll be here too, man.
You're a very stupid man.
Yeah, I know. What can I do?
Good night.
Good night, Mr. Latimer.
Good night.
Hi, Rick.
Hi.
Uh, come on in.
You don't mind, uh...
I haven't cleaned up. The maid... You know.
Haven't really paid her, I think that's why she's not coming.
There's a... I don't know, they're on strike or something.
Come on in.
Actually, um, I have something very important to tell you.
- Okay. - Um...
Oh, you found out about White Zac?
Yeah.
Well, you don't have to come back until he's caught.
Well, that's exactly why I'm here.
I've applied to a boarding school in Connecticut
and I've been accepted.
I hope you understand.
Sure, I understand.
I think that's great.
Thanks a lot.
Good luck.
All right.
Bye.
Okay.
Okay, what did the privacy of the automobile allow us?
Gave 'em a place to fuck.
Okay, all right.
And what did that do for the moral climate of the times?
Treena.
Um, it kind of made the people a little looser and wilder.
I guess that's why they called the '20s "Roarin' ".
All right.
Very good.
" 'We can take this to Bear.'
" 'I will take this,' said Baird.
" 'Bear will...' "
No, wait, wait.
It's got an "e-r" sound like in, um...
"Turtle"?
Yeah, "turtle.” Try it again.
" 'I will take this,' said Bird."
"Bird." Good.
" 'Bear will have fun with this.'
" 'Yes, it will be fun,' said Chip.
'Now come and help.' "
What are you doing here?
It's my classroom,
and that's my student.
None of the students have left yet.
They're still here.
Can you take Arturo home?
No, man. I don't need no one to take me home.
I ain't afraid of him.
I'll walk home by myself. I'll walk right through him.
Arturo, why don't you take Miss Orozco to her car?
Yeah.
Something's up.
They all can't be waitin' to go to school tomorrow.
Is everybody out?
Yep.
It's just you and me, stick.
Okay.
You have a plan, Mr. Principal?
Yeah, I'm gonna have him write on the blackboard 1,000 times,
"Do not kill the principal."
You gotta teach him to write first.
All right.
We'll give him another minute, and then we'll go home.
It's time to go home.
No, it's not.
What?
Look, right there.
All right, you call the police.
I'll go get the chains, chain the door.
Shit! Jake!
Jake?
Ah, shit.
Who's there?
All right, motherfucker, don't you play no games with me.
I said open this door!
Goddamn it, open this door!
Stop!
Go check that shit out.
Somebody's cheating.
Good morning, Mr. Latimer.
Shit.
Drop the fucking stick, Ricky.
Drop the stick!
Didn't I tell you if you came here today,
you were going home in a body bag?
Now you're gonna die.
You're gonna bleed, Rick.
Cut this pig.
Don't do it.
- Cut him, Jo. - Don't do it!
You wanna play football, boy?
Cut him, I said.
Cut this sack of shit!
Oh, come on, Victor!
Enough with the shit, man!
We got him scared shitless here.
Don't talk back to me, Jo.
Don't do it, man.
Cut that pig now!
Don't listen to him. You got a chance, man.
That kid we threw off the building, man,
he could die.
If he dies, man, we're goin' down.
Cut him!
No, man.
Shut up. Shut up.
I ain't doin' life for nobody.
You wanna Kill this piece of shit,
you do it your damn self.
Jo.
God!
You hear that sound, old man? Your boy's dead.
Yeah? Well, I'm taking you out!
You're gonna die now, Ricky.
How's it feel to know you're gonna die?
Tell me. You're the teacher.
I wanna know.
Hey, motherfucker!
Bastard!
Piece of shit.
Fuck off!
What are you gonna do now?
My turn.
No, please. No more.
You got that right! No more!
Yeah!
Yeah, that's right!
What you doing, motherfucker?
What the fuck is up with you, man?
No more!
Am I gonna see you here tomorrow?
Yeah, I'll be here.
We are very stupid men.
Yeah, I know. But what can you do?
Hey, man? Who in the hell do you think you are?
He's the principal, man!
I'm the principal, man.
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Yes, yeah ♪
♪ Don't think you know it all ♪
♪ Do you think you could walk through these streets ♪
♪ And never pay the toll ♪
♪ Just when you have it all ♪
♪ Does your life do a 180 and put you up against the wall ♪
♪ You need some good protection ♪
♪ Could you use some of mine? Could you use some of mine? ♪
♪ Just move in my direction ♪
♪ While you still got time ♪
♪ Now tell the truth Gonna be more than just a survivor ♪
♪ But you can't stay away Can't stay away ♪
♪ Living in the line of fire ♪
♪ Hey, you! Are you just another gun for hire? ♪
♪ But you can't stay away Can't stay away ♪
♪ From living in the line of fire ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Oh, whoa, oh, oh ♪
♪ Just when you're walkin' tall ♪
♪ It's the hustle And the muscle ♪
♪ Can it teach you with a palm of steel? ♪
♪ Concrete can be so cold ♪
♪ When you lay there and you sell them your soul ♪
♪ That's how you make a deal ♪
♪ Hold on to my protection
♪ While you still got time While you still got time ♪
♪ Now tell the truth! ♪
♪ Gonna be more than Just a survivor ♪
♪ But you can't stay away Can't stay away ♪
♪ Living in the line of fire ♪
♪ Hey, you! ♪
♪ Are you just another gun for hire? ♪
♪ But you can't stay away Can't stay away ♪
♪ From living in the line of fire ♪
♪ Tell the truth! ♪
♪ Are you more than just a street survivor? ♪
♪ 'Cause you can't stay away Can't stay away ♪
♪ Living in the line of fire ♪
♪ Hey, you! ♪
♪ Are you just another gun for hire? ♪
♪ 'Cause you can't stay away Can't stay away ♪
♪ You never stop to seeing my way ♪
♪ What you gonna say? ♪
♪ Where does it get you to just play it safe? ♪
♪ What you gonna do? ♪
♪ What you gonna say? ♪
♪ Uh! Still on the street, huh? ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ Is it tough enough for ya? ♪
♪ You'll find out ♪
♪ Tell the truth! ♪
♪ Gonna be more than Just a survivor ♪
♪ Hey, you! ♪
♪ Are you just another gun for hire? ♪
♪ Living in the line of fire ♪
♪ Be more than Just a survivor ♪
♪ But you can't stay away Can't stay away ♪
♪ Living in the line of fire ♪
♪ Hey, you! ♪
♪ Are you just another gun... ♪