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Return to your classrooms.

Return to the classrooms immediately.

That's all you got?

Clear the school lawn

and the recreation field now!

...classrooms, or you will be subject

to disciplinary action.

You can best help yourself

and your fellow students

and your school by returning

to your classrooms now.

Please return to your classrooms.

Get up, b*tch!

All students must return

to their classrooms immediately.

Erin?

Erin.

Hey, baby.

You okay?

Come here.

Are you sure about this?

Well, it's not exactly how I pictured it.

Don't tell my dad.

Hopefully, he hasn't seen the news.

- So, how's work?

- Dad.

- I was asking your husband.

- It's good. I mean, for now.

It's a good company.

I pretty much run

the computer data department.

- I thought you were an architect.

- He is. He's just taking a break.

And the money's good for now.

How much are you making,

$27,000 before taxes?

If you know, why are you asking?

So, what's everybody gonna eat?

With your brains,

you could run a major corporation.

Instead, I worry all night

because you're a teacher at Attica.

Can you hear what you're saying?

How many times have I listened to you

about walking civil rights marches?

These gangs are criminals,

not activists. You read the papers?

They said the same thing

about the Black Panthers.

I'll lay odds your kids don't even know

who Rap Brown

or Eldridge Cleaver were.

You're gonna waste your talents

on people

who don't give a damn about education.

It breaks my heart.

I tell you the truth.

Well...

I'm sorry. I can't help that.

- You think this is good enough for her?

- Yeah, I do.

Look, Steve,

if Erin thinks she can teach these kids,

she can.

You telling her she can't

is just gonna make her mad.

So he doesn't like your job. So what?

Why do you let it get to you?

I don't know, it just does.

I'm not used to disappointing him. I...

Just let me know

when I can brush my teeth.

- I hate that we don't have our own sinks.

- Come in. There's room.

All right. Thank you.

I can't believe he brought up my salary.

What's happened to him?

He was like Atticus Finch to me

when I was growing up,

and now he's talking about salaries?

I think he's playing too much golf.

In fact, I think he needs an intervention.

Why isn't being a teacher

good enough for him?

Honey, just calm down.

You know, except for marrying me,

you never seriously disappoint him.

He worships you.

He likes you. He just doesn't...

He just doesn't think

I'm good enough for you, which is fine.

That's what fathers do.

I'm sure I'll be that way someday.

Look, just, you know, stop worrying

about being his perfect daughter.

You don't live in his house,

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