Class of 1999 II: The Substitute Page #3

to know each other better.

I'd like to help you.

But these gangsters do not let me.

Help. Help.

Miss Jenis is in

danger of a maniac.

Help.

Leave me the bastards of one.

Oh, no, it's going to hurt her.

Help.

You did not see anything that weekend.

It was a mistake.

Right? Right?

It was a mistake.

You need to figure me a bit more seriously

when I tell you something, Miss McKenzie.

I will not let you put me behind bars.

Remember this.

Not!

Not!

I do not have enough

people to keep you safe.

I know. I...

I'll be fine.

Be careful, these guys are wicked.

Apart from easy excuses, why

not do something and help her.

You do not know anything about this.

These are different circumstances.

The only circumstance is that she is

civilian, and you do not do anything.

Just a little!

Can you take me home?

You're going to school today.

Not. I do not think I can.

You have to go.

Otherwise, he knows Sanders has won.

They will not respect you anymore.

Do not take me away, I'm

not one of your students.

Are not you too young for a teacher?

And you are not?

Interesting book. Can I look?

Military songs. Lightweight?

It's a good book.

I did not mean it was not good.

Can I borrow it?

I promise I will return it.

The songs help me pick up.

My favorite is "Mission."

- How are you, Emte?

- Hi, Tom.

Wait a second.

Paintball store.

No, we're closed this weekend

for private entertainment.

Yes, try again next week.

OK thanks.

What the hell is this?

Kalven K 33, armored protection.

They are used by special units,

they are easier than 5kg.

Resistant to fire. Stops all

but 54 caliber bullets.

Resistant to the knife, unless there is

a special ice blade between the top.

And modern.

I came to see the museum.

I'm sorry, it's closed.

That's the guy from the special

units I told you about.

Hey, you owe him,

he helped Jenny.

What are you talking about?

They attacked this morning.

Did not she tell you about it?

She's fine, Emte.

Why did not you tell me...

I'm sorry, Emte.

Dr. BOB FOREST,

FINANCIAL SECTION

I have to look at the book or the children

will not be able to come to military games.

Tomorrow, Tom. I promise. OK?

She fell.

Well... We have to go, so...

I'm sorry to hear about

what happened to you.

Here everything is becoming crazy.

Take care.

Good night. Good night.

Damn it.

- Come on.

- Jenna.

Jena...

I'll kill you, son of a b*tch!

Are you all right? Who did that?

Damn it. -What? What are

you so angry about?

Why did not you call

me and say this?

What would you do?

- I do not know. Everyone knows except me. I feel like an idiot.

What hurts you more? Are they attacking

me or what I did not tell you?

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