To Sir, with Love Page #3

Sit down.

Do exercise four, five and six.

Very quietly.

Don't worry.

The worst is still to come.

You're still getting

the silent treatment.

What's the next phase?

Well, unless you can work up

a little black magic...

...these little bastards have

a multitude of tricks.

Why did you take up teaching?

It's good to have some kind of a job.

But I'm teaching them nothing.

I'm not even getting to first base.

Don't worry,

your lot leaves this term.

The next will be better.

They'll be just as bad.

Probably worse.

What's your answer?

What they need...

...is a bloody good hiding.

I feel rather sorry for them,

you know?

Most of them can hardly read.

You're so naive,

my dear old colleague.

They'll be earning twice as much

as us before you can shake a stick.

They'll happily be part

of the great London unwashed:

Illiterate...

...smelly...

...and quite content.

An education's a disadvantage

in this day and age.

That is ridiculous!

But still true.

So you'd better start

brushing up...

...on your voodoo if you wish

to remain sane.

Good morning.

All right, take your seats.

- All right, Sir?

- I hope you didn't hurt yourself.

You all right?

Cheap stuff they're selling nowadays.

Want me to help, Sir?

Sit down.

Take your proper places.

We can move around here,

you know, Sir.

Take your proper places.

Beg your pardon.

Something the matter?

Seales, is something wrong?

It's me mum.

She's awful sick.

I'm sorry.

Anything I can do?

Nothing.

- She's English.

- I see.

You're like my old man,

except bigger and younger.

Rotten bastard!

You shouldn't speak like that.

You know nothing.

I hate him!

Why not?

Never forgive him for

what he did to me mum. Never!

He married her, didn't he?

Didn't he?!

Today, let's take a look

at South America.

I'm sorry, Mr. Fackeray.

The bloody things just slipped.

The name is Thackeray,

and they are not "bloody things. "

They were a pile of books.

That's a good netting score.

Pam, luv, that's not a bloody pile,

but it's a pile of books.

All right, settle down.

I was only trying to help,

Mr. Thackeray, Sir.

That's right, Mr. Thackeray.

Curley was only trying to put

that little scrubber in her place.

I know what Curley was trying to do.

Now, just settle down.

We are going to study

South America.

Now turn to page 37

in your geography book.

"They were alone...

...but not alone as they who

shut in chambers think it loneliness.

The voiceless sand and the drooping

caves that lay around them...

...made them to each other press as if

there were no life beneath the sky... "

Sorry, luv.

It's the bleeding desk.

You speak such words

to your father?

You're not my bleeding father!

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