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please don't ask them.

It was nice to meet you.

I like your shoes.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

# Hold on to the sack robes

of Jesus

# With the light of my eyes...

(DIALING)

Hey, Donna, it's me.

You guys are

f***ing nuts.

What...

F***!

I think I might actually

have something here.

# Asleep at the wheel of Jesus

I can't.

# ...that fell from the cross

# I woke up on

the last train to Jordan

# Whatever it was

I'm letting you know #

Everyone put something in?

Tess?

(MUSIC STOPS)

Can we help you?

CAMPBELL:
Sorry. Sorry,

I didn't mean to intrude.

It's Mr. C's

best friend.

Sorry,

I didn't mean to barge in.

BLYTHE:
What's your name?

Campbell Babbitt.

What's your last name?

Babbitt.

BLYTHE:
Where are you from?

ANN:
He's from Ireland.

England. I'm English.

You must miss him

so much.

Of course he does,

you dink.

Do you want to talk about it?

I mean, like,

you know, your feelings,

the hurt, the loss...

Well...

I mean, we knew him well, but not,

you know, best friends.

Well, I don't know.

I mean, you know,

maybe you guys

were his best friends.

(MURMURING)

Did he say that to you?

SYLVIA:
Did he?

SUE:
Mr. B? Are you a teacher, like Mr. C?

- Yeah? No.

Why? You think you're gonna

get him to take his place?

Forget it.

The Shed is dead.

We all get new

homerooms tomorrow.

They're reassigning us.

What?

Someone ought to say it.

Excuse me, Tess.

You don't know.

She doesn't know.

And when you don't know,

don't open your mouth,

because the rest

of us have ears

that get filled with your bullshit.

- Okay, come on. Come, come.

Freak.

So you came

to visit him?

Well, I was assigned to

cover the teacher in space.

Wait. So you're

a reporter?

But I thought

he was a teacher.

No, I'm with...

I say, I am a reporter.

That's why I'm here.

I want to talk to you guys.

EZRA:
I thought he was a teacher.

Guys, come here.

SUE:
No, I won't.

What do you want?

I thought perhaps

I could help out some way.

Help how?

You know, tell his story, tell

the world about him and you all.

What are you

talking about?

I spoke to my editor,

and she thinks

it could be

a very big story, so...

You don't know us

and we don't know you.

And you think

you're just going

to waltz in here and

do some big spread?

It could be his legacy.

We are his legacy.

Mr. Babbitt.

Yes.

You have to understand that

none of us trusted anything.

Mr. C, he made us give

a piece of ourselves,

I mean, something

that touches your soul

so, so deep that you're never,

ever the same.

And after that,

we trusted each other.

JIM:
Yeah. We trusted.

Right. Couldn't we just cut our

thumbs and rub them together?

This is weird.

It's very... It's very...

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