The Substitute Page #3

- Okay.

- Just get in and stay here...

until it's better.

Then help me

if you want to help me.

Call Michael Jones.

He's in the book.

Tell him he's got to

substitute for me.

Then I want you to call Arlene.

I don't know where she is.

Tell her I won't be in for a while.

Okay?

Admissions!

She's in Admissions, I think.

I'm booked this week.

Can you get somebody

to fill in until next week?

Yeah, okay. Thanks anyway.

- I'll give you a call next week.

- Okay. Bye.

So I need a teaching certificate...

and put me on the computer...

at the school registry

by tomorrow morning.

Oh, Rem?

Give me some good academic

credentials. I mean good ones.

Yeah, whatever.

Name?

Something unusual.

Smith. James Smith.

- Morning, Jerome.

- Hey, man.

How are you doing, Rolanda?

Great.

Manuelo, you need a hain'cut, son.

Good morning.

Can I help you?

Maybe. I'm looking

for Miss Hetzko's room.

My name's Smith.

I'm her substitute.

- Claude Rolle. I'm the principal.

- Good to meet you.

You're not one of our

regular subs.

She wanted Michael Jones,

but he was booked so he called me.

Well, good. I'll point you

in the right din'ection.

- Thank you.

- Janie's ill?

- She got mugged.

- No.

That's terrible.

Hey, put that skateboard

in your locker.

- Is she okay?

- Apparently, but I don't know her.

Can't be too careful these days.

She's a fighter. She'll pull through.

Jimenez, you're late.

- Upstain's, fin'st class you see.

- Thank you.

Bring your paperwork to the office,

or you won't get paid.

Hey. Good luck.

Okay, let's move it.

Get to class. You're late.

Miss Hetzko's class?

Let's go.

- Who the f*** are you?

- I'm the substitute. Come on.

Okay, Romeo, that's enough.

Break it up.

Good morning, class.

My name is Mr. Smith.

I will be Miss Hetzko's substitute

for the next few days.

Is Miss Hetzko taking a break?

Is that what happened?

Mother, we ain't in church.

Okay.

Henry Alvin.

Henry Alvin.

Over here.

If you can't talk, Henry,

just raise your hand.

If so many of you can't talk,

it's going to be more quiet in here.

Henry Alvin.

Lisa Rodriguez.

B*tch.

- Michael Davis.

- You all seen Michael?

That's right. He's in the hall

rubbing your mom's booty, man.

- Frank Davis.

- Yo.

I'm Frank.

He's just messing with you.

- You two brothers?

- No. He wishes he was.

Get off that damn

government cheese.

Juan Lacas.

That was sharp, dude.

Sure was sharp.

What era of history

are you studying now?

The f***-you era.

And what have you covered so far?

The button of that

ferret ass you got.

- Who won World War II?

- Your mama, man.

And... here comes a tough one...

who discovered America?

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