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...Gilbert, yes... Mr. Gilbert,

and observe your future pupils

in action.

Yes, if I see him,

I'll warn him.

Thank you, sir.

Pay attention to Mr. Gilbert,

boys.

He doesn't take over his

official duties until next term,

but he can still report

your misdoings to me today.

I put 150 milliliters

of hydrogen peroxide solution

in this water bottle.

Biggles, had a nosebleed

this morning

and was kind enough

to donate this blood.

So we'll just mix this with

the hydrogen peroxide solution.

Biggles, what do we got

in this jar here?

Iron sulfate.

That's right.

Nick, could you tell me

the chemical formula

for iron sulfate?

FeSO4, sir.

That's very good.

Now, hang on.

Well... now this has never

happened before.

Um, boys, I think

you ought to just back off now.

What do you got

in your blood, Biggs?

Okay, boys,

what do you want to do next?

You there.

What do you want?

Piss off, Taplow.

All right, knock it off.

You tried to see me

this morning.

Yes, sir.

Well, why are you

following me around?

You with the CIA?

KGB? Ml-5?

No, sir, the lower fifth, sir.

Same thing.

What's your name, boy?

Taplow, sir.

I'll be in your class

next term if I get my switch.

This isn't next term.

This is this term.

Vamoose.

Get out of here.

Taplow.

What's the, uh, the chemical

formula for ethanol?

C2H5OH, sir.

Rouse! Get out of here!

Oy, Taplow.

You'll know.

What's up

with the Crock?

Why's he being forced

to retire?

There's nothing wrong with him.

The head just wanted

to give him the chop,

that's all.

I know exactly what it is.

One night...

first time for about ten years...

he had it away with his wife,

and it gave him a heart attack.

That's you, I should think.

No, it's not his heart.

If there's anything wrong

with him, it's probably piles.

Of course, it's piles.

It always gets 'em in the end.

Grow up, Buller.

It's not piles. It's his heart.

It can't be his heart.

He hasn't got one.

Right. Hitler's a sadist.

Cut it out, boys.

I'm not really interested.

It is his heart, sir.

I have extra lessons

with him.

Thank you.

Sadists don't have hearts

anyway.

Are you going to be running

special projects?

Yes, I believe so.

Well, the fact is, we both want

to start a magazine,

and you allocate

the funds, sir.

Mr. Crocker-Harris is

still in charge, isn't he?

So he should settle this.

Well, sir, you see,

Mr. Crocker-Harris always

says no to anything new.

I don't think

he does hate people.

I don't think

he likes people, either.

And he doesn't care

whether people like him.

Then I'd say he hasn't a care

in the world.

"You've obtained exactly

what you deserve...

no less, and certainly no more."

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