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# Those schoolgirl days #

# Of telling tales #

# And biting nails are gone #

# But in my mind #

# I know they will #

# Still live on and on #

# But how do you thank someone #

# Who's taken you from crayons
to perfume? #

# It isn't easy #

# But I'll try #

# If you wanted the sky #

# I would write across the sky #

# In letters #

# That would soar
a thousand feet high #

# To sir #

# With love #

# Those awkward years #

# Have hurried by #

# Why did they fly away? #

# Why is it, sir #

# Children grow up #

# To be people one day? #

# What takes the place
of climbing trees #

# And dirty knees in the world outside? #

# What is there for you #

# I can buy? #

# If you wanted the world #

# I'd surround it with a wall #

# I'd scrawl #

# These words
with letters 10 feet tall #

# To sir #

# With love #

Cor, my bleedin' feet.

Oh, hello,
Mrs. Joseph.

Oh, I like your hair. What do you
call that, strawberry blonde?

Go on.
You're only jealous.

Gert, whatcha got
for the old man's supper tonight?

Him, he'll be lucky to get
faggots and peas pud, he will.

He can't do much
on that, can he, eh?

All I want him for
is to keep me feet warm.

-Tickets, please.
-Excuse me, dearie.

-Thank you.
-Here, Gert.

Wouldn't mind having
this little lot...

in my stocking
for Christmas, eh?

You wouldn't know
what to do with him.

You've been a widow too long.

You speak for yourself.
It's like riding a bicycle.

You never forget how.

I tell you what I'll do.
I'll send my Alfie along to you.

-He's not bad once he gets going.
-Well, I hope he's well sprung.

Morning.

Looking for someone, mate?

Nope.

Nice day, isn't it?

Oh!

Sorry.

Hackman's in the staff room.

-Where he bleedin' well belongs.
-Yeah.

Good morning.

My name is Thackeray.
I'm a new teacher.

Yes.

We were expecting you.

So you're the new lamb
for the slaughter.

Or should I say 'black sheep'?

No, just a teacher,
Mr. Hackman.

I'm not Hackman.
Perish the thought.

He's departed.
God rest his soul.

He's probably pouring out his woes
to the divisional officer by now.

-Oh.
-Oh. Weston.

I'm Mrs. Evans.
Grace. Deputy head.

Mrs. Evans.

Have you seen
any of the children yet?

I looked in on Mr. Hackman's
class for a moment.

I take them for domestic science.

Like a cup of tea?

No. No, thank you.
Not just now.

You been teaching long?

This is my first appointment.

We call them jobs.

-American, are you?
-British.

From British Guiana.

But I've spent some
years in the States.

Oh. Where?

In California.

Oh. Weather as good
as they say?

It's better.

Uh, what was your subject?

What did you major in?

-Engineering.
-Oh!

Well, uh,

I must be off.

Make yourself at home.

Wander around if you
like or stay here.

I'll introduce you to the others at lunch.

Thank you.

This is Gillian,

Mr. Thackeray.

Gillian Blanchard.

-Hello.
-How do you do?

She's new here too.

Came the day before yesterday.

Tea, Gillian?

Thank you.

This is Mr. Mark Thackeray,
the new replacement.

-How do you do?
-Josie Dawes, Euphemia Phillips.

They teach the little ones.

-Theo Weston you know.
-Yes, I've had the pleasure.

-He mistook me for Hackman.
-I heard he's fled.

I can't say I blame him.

That shower of humanity is
enough to destroy anybody.

He got what he deserved.

-I'm Clinty Clintridge.
-How are you?

Clinty's a marvellous artist.

Got one into the Royal Academy
a couple of years ago.

Teaching provides
the bread and butter.

That's all the staff,

except for Mr. Bell,
our PT instructor.

Well, I do hope you're
going to stay with us.

I shouldn't if I were you, old man.

-I should row home while you've a chance.
-Don't discourage him, Weston.

Well, I must go.

I have to fix a bath for one of
the girls in Clinty's class.

Why?

Oh, the kids are complaining again.
Won't sit near her.

What's the matter?

Personal hygiene problems.

Fourteen and helpless.

You men are lucky.

The things we women
have to do for these kids.

Gillian dear,

encourage him to stay.

Why is it everyone thinks
I need encouraging?

They said the same to me.

There's something frightening but at the
same time challenging about this school.

Do you know there's no form
of corporal punishment?

-Or any punishment, for that matter?
-None?

No. And I've no real teaching
experience, so I'm a little lost.

Well, I don't have
any experience either.

Oh.

Oh, well, of course it'll
be much easier for you.

I'm a little afraid of them.

Midday dance session.

During lunch break
the older kids use the hall.

I sometimes join them.

Even the old man shakes
a leg on occasions.

Dancing is merely their way
of keeping fit...

for the more exciting pastime
of teacher baiting.

Couldn't you manage to be
a bit less discouraging?

It's the last thing
I want to do.

The music's louder than usual.

They're probably celebrating
their victory over Hackman.

I'd better go
and see Mr. Florian.

I'll show you the way.

# I gotta find out #

# I just wish I knew #

# Somebody help me
I just gotta know #

# What is the cause
that started this round? #

# I wish I knew who it could be #

# I've gotta find out
because it's torturin' me #

# I gotta find out #

# Uh-huh #

-# I just wish I knew #
-They're good, aren't they?

-I suppose so.
-# Who it could be #

-# I've gotta find out #
-The head's study is this way.

# Because it's torturin' me
I've gotta find out #

# I #

Um, do you two...

Don't know. Never had it.

Do you two shake?

Um,

well, I'll, uh, see you later, Mr.
Thackeray.

Well?

I, uh...

Thank you,

but I have to go and
see the principal.

# I just wish I knew #

You've excellent qualifications,
Mr. Thackeray.

Astonishing ones, in fact...

as a communications engineer.

Field experience
in South American...

Why do you want to be a teacher?

Reasons.

You've already tried
to get an engineering post?

I've tried for 18 months now.

We have no blueprint
in North Quay.

Most of our children
are rejects from other schools.

We have to help them
as best we can.

We have to teach them what we can
and as much as we can.

The local authorities
are not totally on our side.

And from the moment
you accept this position,

you'll be entirely on your own.

Of course, I and the staff
will do everything we can to help you,

but success or failure
will depend entirely upon you.

Now, what's it to be?

I want the job, sir.

Good.

Then it's settled.

Now, tomorrow you'll
take over Hackman's class.

-Sapiano.
-Yeah!

-Wong.
-Yes.

-Osgood.
-Yeah.

-Tuffen.
-Yeah.

Pegg.

-Pegg?
-Yeah.

-Joseph.
-Yeah.

-Dare.
-Yeah.

Potter.

-Potter!
-Yeah.

-Denham.
-Hmm.

-Buckley.
-Yeah.

-Purcell.
-Hmm.

-Fernman.
-Yeah.

-Jackson.
-Yeah.

-Strong.
-Yeah.

Seales.

-Seales!
-Yeah.

-Palmer.
-Yes, guv'nor.

-Campbell.
-Present.

I don't know how much you know,

so we'll start from scratch.

First,

as I call your name, will you
please read anything you like

from one of your school books.

Fernman.

Right.

-'Only those who...'
-'Arrived.'

'arrived on

horseback...

or in a

-public coach...'
-Thank you.

Denham.

'If 14 hens

lay an egg a day for 30 days,

how much are the eggs a dozen,
and how many have you to sell?'

Moira Joseph.

'Pete Gilroy's weight
and the ever-tightening 'noosie'...

-about her neck...'
-That's nice. Cor.

'About her neck

began slightly...' to 'impeddie'
the wild mare's speed.

But Pete was only too fully aware
of what his fate would be,

'for he could not hope to escape death
from being battered and crushed.'

Put that away, please.

Thank you.

Is there anyone else
who would like to read?

-Your name, please?
-Pamela Dare.

'And he had learned to love.

I know not why.'

For this in such as him
seems strange of mood.

But thus it was.

And though in solitude,

small power that nipped
affections have to grow.

'And in this glowed

when all beside had
ceased to glow.'

Well done!

Thank you, Miss Dare.

Next: weights and measures.

What's 'avoirdupois'?

-'Avoirdu' what?
-Avoirdupois.

Weights.

Oh, yeah.

Uh,

heavyweight, light-heavy,
cruiser weight,

middle, light, bantam,
fly, featherweight.

-Hey!
-Thank you very much.

It's encouraging that you

have a sense of humour.

It seems you

know so little and are
so easily amused,

I can look forward
to a very happy time.

Now, copy down
the following tables.

Who does he think he is,

the cheeky devil.

Hello, Ducks.

Hello.

Thought you might need this.

-Thank you.
-How'd it go?

Well,

let's just say the
battle was joined.

Ahh!

I don't know what we'd
do without a cup of...

What's your name?

Thackeray.
-I know that. I mean your other name.

Mark.

Mark.

A couple of things, Mark.

We all know the old man's views.

Basically, we agree with them.

But he's safe in an office.

Now, these kids come from homes

where an order is usually
accompanied by a blow.

One rude word to their parents,
the roof'll hit 'em.

There's nothing like that
going on here, right?

So they've got us
at a great disadvantage.

Hackman tried to be popular.

He hung himself.

Weston couldn't care less about them.
Well, that's no good.

I can't guide you, but...

don't take any nonsense
from these little tykes.

They're good kids, Mark.
Most of them.

But if you don't solve
them, they'll break you,

and damned quickly.

That's been tried...

by experts.

They're very expert.

Please, can I leave
the room, guv?

Yes.

And it's 'Thackeray.'

Oh. Yes, guv.

Now, most of you girls help
your mothers with the shopping.

So sorry, Mr. Thackeray.

Proper drafty in these
parts, isn't it?

About multiplying.

There are a few valuable
tricks to know.

Say that you're offered roast beef
at seven shillings per pound.

Potter!

Must you do that?

I can't help it, sir.
It's me desk.

Aw, poor old Potts.

Blimey, did it make a noise?

Sit down.

I'll speak with the caretaker
about it after school.

Aw, isn't that nice?
Lovely.

I hope I didn't miss nothing.

Where was he, Pam, love?

Oh, yeah. About shopping
or something, wasn't it?

That's enough, Denham.

Well, I was only asking,
Mr. Thackeray.

Don't wanna miss nothing,
now, do I?

Hey, Bert, he was just about to
show us a new, invaluable trick.

Oh, yeah. When you're
shopping, well, you see...

I said, that's enough.

Sit down.

Do exercise four, five and six.

Very quietly.

Don't worry.

The worst is still to come.

You're still getting what's known
as 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?

Oh, it's good to have
some kind of a job.

But I'm teaching them nothin'.

I'm not even getting
to first base.

Don't worry.

Your lot'll be leaving this term.
The next lot will be better.

They'll be just as bad.

Probably worse.

Then what's your answer?

What they need...

is a bloody good hiding.

I feel rather sorry
for them, you know?

I mean, 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 had better start
brushing up on your...

voodoo, if you
wish to remain sane.

Good morning.

All right.
Take your seats.

Ooh!

All right, sir?

-I hope you didn't hurt yourself, sir.
-Ooh, are you all right?

Gee, cheap stuff
they're sellin' nowadays.

Want me to help, sir?

Sit down.

Take your proper places.

Here, we can move around
here, you know, sir.

Take your proper places.

Here, don't go climbin'
all over the seats.

Don't behave like a monkey.

Lads, come on.
Sit down.

Keep quiet.

Beg your pardon.

Something the matter, Seales?

Seales,

is something wrong?

It's me mum.

She's awful sick.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Anything I can do?

No, nothing.

She's English.

I see.

You're like my old man,
excepting you're bigger and younger.

Rotten bastard.

You shouldn't speak like
that about your father.

You know nothing.

I hate him! Hate him!

Why not, eh?

I'll never forgive him
for what he did to me mum. Never!

Well, he married her, didn't he?

Didn't he?

Today,

let's take a look
at South America.

Oh, I'm sorry,
Mr. 'Fackery.'

The bloody things just slipped.

The name is 'Thackeray.'

And they're not bloody things.

They were a pile of books.

That's a good one,
that is, squire.

Pam, love, it's not
a bloody pile,

but it's a pile of books.

All right. Settle down.

I was only tryin' to help,
Mr. Thackeray, sir.

That's right, Mr. Thackeray.

Old Curly was only tryin' to put
the little scrubber in her place.

Denham!

I know what Curly
was trying to do!

Now, just settle down.

We are going to study
South America.

Now, turn...

to page 37 in your
geography book.

'...from whence
the honey sprung.'

They were alone
but not as 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...

'save theirs and that
their life could never...'

Sorry, love.

It's the bleedin' desk.

Do you use such words
when you're speaking to your father?

You're not my bleedin' father!

What I wanna know is,
who does he think he is?

Shh!

Hey, shut up! Shut up!

Morning.

Morning.

-Hello, Thackeray.
-Morning.

How goes it?

Fine, thank you, sir.

All you boys, out!

And the girls
stay where they are!

-What's the matter, Mr. Thackeray?
-Out!

Out at once, before I...

I am sick of your foul language,

your crude behaviour
and your sluttish manner!

There are certain things
a decent woman keeps private.

And only a filthy slut
would have done this.

And those who stood by
and encouraged her are just as bad.

I don't care who's responsible!
You're all to blame!

Now, I'm going to leave
this room for five minutes,

by which time, that disgusting
object had better be removed...

and the windows opened
to clear away the stench!

If you must play these filthy games,
do them in your homes...

and not in my classroom.

Whatever is the matter?

Man, oh, man.

I lost my temper. The one thing I
swore I would never, never do.

-God, did I lose my temper.
-What happened?

I never would have thought after all
of the bull I've taken in my life...

In a few short weeks, those kids
have got me so steamed up...

so-so easy,

so quickly.

I never would have thought it.

Look, perhaps you're
trying too hard.

Those kids
are devils incarnate, huh?

I've tried everything.
Everything! But nothing I try...

Kids.

What?

Kids.

That's it.

Kids.

Those are out.

They are useless to you.

I suddenly realized
that you are not children...

that you will be adults
in a few weeks,

with all the responsibilities
that implies.

So, from now on you will be treated
as such by me and by each other...

as adults,

responsible adults.

Next,

we are going to be
reasonable with each other.

We are just going to talk, you and I.

You are going to listen
without interruption,

and when I am finished,

one of you may have your say

without interruptions.

Next...

Oh, blimey, what a
morning I've had!

First of all, the bleeding
alarm didn't go off.

Then I had to wait hours
for a bus.

I must've stood there about
three hours waiting for a bus.

Example.

There are two ways
to enter a room.

One is like an adult,

a lady with dignity. The
other is like a brat.

Miss Dare has just shown us
the second way.

Perhaps you would care
to demonstrate the first.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Next,

we are all going to observe certain
courtesies in this classroom.

You will call me 'sir'
or 'Mr. Thackeray.'

The young ladies
will be addressed as 'Miss,'

the boys by their surnames.

Here, why should we call 'em Miss?
We know 'em.

I beg your pardon?

I said,

'Why should we call
them Miss, sir?

We know 'em.'

Is there anyone of these
young ladies you feel...

does not deserve
to be addressed as Miss?

No, sir.

Good.

Next,

general deportment.

First,

the young ladies.

They must prove that they
are worthy and appreciative...

of the courtesies
we are going to show them.

Soon boyfriends and marriage
will concern you.

No man likes a slut for long.

Only the worst type
will marry one.

And the competition for men
on the outside is rough.

Next, men.

I've seen garbage collectors
who are cleaner.

Toughness is a
quality of the mind,

like bravery, honesty
and ambition.

If you want to wear
your hair long, clean it,

else you will soon
get lice and smell.

Soon your principal interest
will be girls.

You will be much more attractive
to them with clean clothes,

clean shoes,

hands, face, teeth, et cetera.

Now,

any...

any questions?

Miss Pegg.

What about Mr. Weston, sir?

He's never tidy,
and his shoes is never brushed.

-And his hair's a mess, isn't it?
-Yeah! It's filthy!

Mr. Weston is not your teacher.

We won't discuss him.

I'm the one to criticize if I fail to
maintain the standards I ask of you.

That's not fair.

Sir...

or Mr. Thackeray.
Didn't you understand?

That's not fair,

sir.

I agree.

But that's just an example...

of the many things you'll have
to put up with when you're an adult.

You'll just have to take it.

Next,

we are going to
talk about various...

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

I just wanted to see how
you were getting on.

Fine, thank you, sir.

Good.

Well,

thank you.

What is it?

Palmer.

What are we gonna
talk about, sir?

About life,

survival,

love,

death,

sex,

marriage,

rebellion,

anything you want.

# No matter what you do #

# No matter what you say #

# I've had enough of you #

-# I've got to break away #
-I never did see one like him, Pam.

Even when he blew his stack,

no swearin' or nothin'.

Blimey.

Ain't natural, that's what.

Does he really mean
what he says?

I don't know.

It'd be a change,
though, wouldn't it?

To see those creeps
acting like gents.

Yeah.

Here, which one do you fancy?

I like Babs.

Yeah?

Watch this.

Come on, Pam, luv.

Aw, get lost Denham.

I don't like your
smelly tricks, do I?

And it's Miss Dare to you.

Get stuffed.

Come on, then, luv.

You heard what sir said,

Mr. Smarty Denham!

If you wanna dance with me,

you bleedin' well ask proper!

Uh, may I have the pleasure
of this dance, Miss Pegg?

Blimey! Good old Potts!

Mmm, get you, Potter.

Shut up!

Who does he think he is,
bleedin' Fred Astaire?

Yeah!

Come on, Miss Pegg.

# You took my love for granted #

-# And you pushed your love too far #
-Oh, look at me.

I am a lady, I am.

# Just as far as I can go #

# I've had it up to here
and I want out #

# No matter what you do #

# No matter what you say #

# I've had enough of you #

Rotten tarts, all of them.

Bleedin' chimney sweep
was right about that.

Well, you won't catch me
spending me nicker on them,

that's for sure.

# I've had it up to here
and I want out #

Hey, he said we could talk
about anything, didn't he?

You're so right,
Tich, me old mate.

He did say we could
ask him anything.

Questions and answers, eh?

# You took my love for granted #

Yes, Denham.

Uh, last night on the telly,
Mr. Thackeray,

there was this, uh,
travelogue picture, you know?

A lot of black women
dancin' around with no tops on.

Don't they ever dress proper?

What's proper varies
throughout the world,

depending on customs and climate.

For their climate and
according to their customs,

they were dressed properly.

Are you from South Africa, sir?

Of course not.

South Africans is white, isn't they?

A South African is a native of South Africa,
regardless of colour.

I was born in British Guiana.

Yes, Ingham.

Uh, what did you
mean the other day,

about rebellion, sir?

Change.

Take your hairstyles.

That's a form of rebellion, isn't it?

Aye?

What, sir?

Don't you just do it to
be different from adults?

Isn't that the reason?

Well, they've messed up
the world a bit, haven't they, sir?

You can say that again.

So you rebel.

Even the way you dress is a...

form of rebellion,
now, isn't it?

Oh, it's just
the new fashion, sir.

'Course, the adults
look proper stupid in our gear.

Do you think it's wrong to change,
to be different, to rebel, sir?

It is your duty
to change the world, if you can.

Not by violence...

peacefully,

individually, not as a mob.

Take the Beatles.

They started a huge
social revolution.

The fashions they
set in dress and...

hairstyles are worldwide now.

Every new fashion

is a form of rebellion.

Now,

there's a fine exhibition of
costumes through the ages,

on at the Victoria
and Albert Museum.

I think you
should go and see it.

Also, you should stop in and see
the Museum of Natural History.

What?

Us lot go to a museum?

-Yeah. Sure.
-You're jokin'.

You'll discover that your
hairstyles are 200 years old...

and that your costumes
or your dress...

is, uh, right out of 1920.

Shut up! Look, sir, when can we go?
There's no time after school,

and I've got to look after
the kids and flat and all.

Yeah, and I have to
do the housework

and get the supper for the
lodgers and all, sir.

Nor can I, sir. Me mum's
expectin' a baby any day,

and I got to babysit the others.

Why don't you take us?

We could go in the morning.

-Oh, yes! I'd love that.
-Smashing!

Who would like that?

Oh, what a drag. What's the matter?
Don't you want a day off?

Put your hand up.

Come on, Potts!

Put both hands up.

Fat chance.

It wouldn't work.

It's not the sort of risk that we've
ever dared to take at North Quay.

I would like to try, sir.

The best of pupils are
inclined to show off in public.

Your class?

You'd never be able
to supervise them.

When I took this job, you said...

that you wouldn't interfere as long
as I stayed within your framework.

Well, if you can persuade another
member of the staff to go with you,

I'll approach the council.

I see little hope of approval.

Thank you, sir.

Miss Blanchard.

Miss Blanchard, I... I think I can
arrange an outing for my class...

if I can get another
teacher to go along.

-I was...
-I'd love to. And it's Gillian.

When is the outing, Mark?

As soon as we can arrange
the travel warrants and permission.

Well, just let me know when.

-Thanks, Gillian. Bye.
-Bye.

Good morning.

Good morning, sir.

What would you like
to talk about today?

Ladies first.

Miss Joseph.

Marriage, sir. You know,
boyfriends and things.

How do you know
he's the right one?

What do you think
a girl should look for?

How to avoid divorce, sir.

Don't get married!

Where's Miss Purcell?

She's to look after
the home today, sir.

Her mum had the baby last night.

Oh. What hospital?

No hospital, sir.

The doctor came to her.

She all right?

Well, she just had a kid,
didn't she?

Yeah.

Well, now...

Marriage.

First, let us lay
some ground rules.

I've never been married,
so what I say is as an outsider.

Now, what should a girl
look for in a man?

I think first we ought
to determine what is marriage.

Miss Joseph.

Holy wedlock.

Holy wedlock?

Potter, be serious.
You'll get your turn.

Miss Pegg?

It's life, isn't it, sir?

Everyone gets married.

I mean, sometime.

Why didn't you get married, sir?

No one would have him.

I was very poor.

And there was something in me
that wanted an education, so I...

put all of my
energies into that.

And, well,
I got started later...

and just never met
the right girl.

Now, what should a girl
look for in a man?

Miss Clark.

What work did you do, sir?

I waited tables.

I cooked in a hamburger joint.

I washed dishes for a time. Cars.

For a year I was a janitor
in an apartment block.

All sorts of jobs.

-You washed dishes, sir?
-I did.

-Yeah, but you talk posh and all.
-That wasn't easy.

You didn't always talk like that, then?

When I was your age
I used a patois...

a kind of simple English.

Didn't understand a word, sir.

Well, I don't always understand
what you say either.

But the point is, if you're
prepared to work hard,

you can do almost anything.

You can get any job you want.
You can even...

You can even, uh,

change your speech,
if you want to.

After I got my degree, I...

went to work in South
America for an oil company.

The only women in that...

region were...

jungle Indians who carried
blow pipes and poison darts.

You could have broke my hands.

We were discussing marriage.

To my mind,

marriage is no way of
life for the weak,

the selfish,

or the insecure.

What's the matter, Weston?

These damned fool Americans.

They bog up everything
they're connected with.

What a shower.

I'll never forgive the
president for not coming...

to dear old Churchill's funeral...

or at least sending
the vice president.

Rotten bad manners.

It was very naughty.

I quite agree.

A typically stupid, appalling
and unnecessary mistake.

Still, what can you expect?

Still beefing, Weston?

Give them a chance, Mr. Weston. They
have not been in the business of...

leading the world, as
long as Britain was.

You continue to
astonish me, old chum.

I should have thought
if anyone took a point of...

Oh, now what?

-Yes?
-Excuse me, sir.

Miss Pegg wants to know
if the net ball is fixed.

Miss who?

Barbara Pegg.

Miss Pegg, sir.

Here you are, Fernman.

Thank you, sir.

What's going on in this
classroom of yours, old chum?

Suburban formality?
It's a bit...

foreign in this neck of
the woods, isn't it?

Some sort of...

experiment in culture
for the masses?

It's an elementary
experiment in courtesy.

And do we ignorant critters
have to follow suit?

Please yourself.

Well, thank goodness for that.

Do you object to
being taught manners

by one of the boys, Mr. Weston?

I don't expect to be taught manners
by those morons.

So long as we learn, it doesn't
matter who teaches us, does it?

Afternoon, everybody.

Ah. Here's the man.

Now, Weston.

Now we're talking.

Thackeray.

Clinty.

Nothing like payday.

Oh, by the way.

Your museum visit
has been approved.

But remember that if
anything goes wrong,

the whole school will suffer.

Nothing will go wrong, sir.

Gillian.
Thank you.

Here you are, Miss Phillips.

Miss Dawes.

Here you are, Grace.

For a moment I thought
I was in the wrong classroom.

Where's Jackson?

We don't know, sir.

Old Tich wouldn't miss
nothing like this,

unless he was sick or something.

Well, we'll give him
a few minutes.

It's me, sir, Jackson.

I've got to take the
bag wash for me mum.

Can you wait a jiffy, please?

Sure.

How long will it take?

Half a Mo. It's
just up the frog.

Lord love you, sir.

Here, hang on, Tich.
I'll give you a hand.

All right, all right.
Back on the side walk.

What's a frog got to do with it?

Oh, it's a rhyming slang, sir.
You know, old-fashioned cockney.

It's not used any more, sir.
Just for the old people.

-Oh, it's a drag, sir.
-Frog means road, sir.

-Frog and toad, road.
-Trouble and strife, wife.

Weeping willow, pillow. You
just use the first word, see?

Like the old currant bun, sir.
That's the sun.

Apples and pears, stairs.
Happy kill, skill.

Ginger beer, queer.

-All right, all right.
-All aboard.

# Those schoolgirl days #

# Of telling tales
and biting nails #

# Are gone #

# But in my mind #

# I know they will still #

# Live on and on #

# But how do you thank someone #

# Who's taken you
from crayons to perfume? #

# It isn't easy #

# But I'll try #

# If you wanted the sky #

# I would write across the sky #

# In letters #

# That would soar
a thousand feet high #

# To sir #

# With love #

# Those awkward years #

# Have hurried by #

# Why did they fly away? #

# Why is it, sir #

# Children grow #

# Up to be people one day? #

# What takes the place
of climbing trees #

# And dirty knees
in the world outside? #

# What is there for you I can buy? #

# If you wanted the world #

# I'd surround it with a wall #

# I'd scrawl #

# These words with letters 10 feet tall #

# To sir #

# With love #

I think he fancies her.

I know you do.

Pamela Dare has quite
a crush on you.

Women say the damnedest things.

I think he's nice.

So do I.

You've noticed, haven't you?

I don't treat her any differently
from the other girls.

I hope we can go out
again, don't you?

I hope so. It was fun.

I hope we can go with him
because he's nice. I like him.

Don't make any mistake
about Pamela.

She's a woman
in every sense of the word.

I mean,

not that I blame her.

Bleeding rotten taste he's got.

-Good night, sir.
-Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

See you tomorrow, Mr. Thackeray.

-Good night.
-Good night, sir.

-Good night.
-Good night, sir.

Good night, Mr. Thackeray.

Good night. Good night.

-Good night, sir.
-Good night.

Sir...

Perhaps you'd like me
to tidy your desk.

Oh, well, no. That's all right.

No, it's all right.
It's no trouble.

You know, you ought
to get a flat nearby.

-Brentwood's much too far away.
-Yes, well...

-There are some nice ones around here.
-I've thought of that.

I'll tell you what.
I'll keep my ears open for you.

That's very kind of you, Miss Dare,
but I'm fine for the moment.

I'll let you know.

Thank you.

Don't worry
about your desk, sir.

I'll tidy it for you every day.

Thanks, but that...

that won't be necessary.

That's perfectly all right.

A woman's work is never done.

Night, sir.

Hi, fellas.
How are you?

-Good morning, sir.
-Good morning.

Mr. Florian has given us
permission for more outings.

-Oh, that's great!
-Great!

I would like to hear suggestions
from you of what we might do.

-Oh, the pictures, sir.
-Wembley, sir.

-Cup Final Day.
-Here, the Chamber of Horrors.

-Oh, that's a good one.
-What about the Cavern?

-Cavern?
-You know, sir, Liverpool, The Beatles.

How's it going, Fernman?

Fine, thank you, sir.

Don't you worry about him, sir.
He'll come with me on my day.

You're under a
supervision order too?

Around here that's nothing, sir.

Most of us have been up
in front of the law.

You know,

breaking windows,
playing truant,

raising hell and
cussing the coppers.

Oh, you've cut yourself.

Oh, you'd better put
something on that, sir.

You might get lockjaw
or something.

Blimey! Red blood!

What do you expect,
pinhead, ink?

I didn't mean no harm, sir.
It was just a joke.

I didn't mean no crack, sir.

It's all right.

What's with you?

-Are you addressing me, Denham?
-Yeah.

Potts was only being funny.

What'd you call him pinhead for
in front of chimney sweep?

Going after Potts
in front of him?

I was only having a little joke.
Sir didn't mind.

He said we could ask him
anything, didn't he?

You call those questions?

Always on about his colour an that.

You've got nothing better
to talk about, have you?

You're just wasting our time.

And you, Seales, you
ought to know better.

What have I done?

-I didn't say nothing.
-No, you never say nothing.

And you're half-coloured too.

You sit on your fat ass
and keep your trap shut.

If they want to know,
why don't they ask you?

I'm not sir, that's why.

I only wish I was.

I know what's eating you.

You fancy him, that's what.

Well, this is a fine how do you
do, isn't it, Potts, old mate?

You lay off, Denham, you son of...

Today,

I'm going to show you
how to make a salad.

You mean we've to cook and all?

Sure. Why not?

My old man never cooked
nothing in his whole life.

He says that's woman's work,

the kitchen and all.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

But suppose,

you're on your own,

as you certainly will be shortly,

then you'll have to do it for
yourselves sometimes, won't you?

Oh, not again, sir.

This is survival training.

Now.

A normal English salad.

Not fit for human consumption,

even if you remove
the usual slugs...

and add a dash of the extraordinary...
a bit of mayonnaise.

Now...

Look at her.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Mum had to go to the doctor and I
didn't want to miss the day, sir.

He won't be no trouble.

It's all right.

Sit down.
Make room over there.

Koochy-koochy-koochy.

All right, all right, Okay.
Come on.

Now...

Never be afraid to experiment.

And always remember
that you can eat well,

even though you're broke.

See?

You ever been broke, sir?

Real broke?

Skint?

Yeah.

Many, many, many times.

Oh, I don't
understand you a bit, sir.

I mean,

you're a toff...

and you ain't.

-Huh?
-Sir?

What he means is...

Well, blimey. I can't sort of put
it into words or anything, but...

Well, sir, you're like us,

but you ain't. I
mean, you're not.

It's kind of scary,

but nice. You know what
I mean, don't you?

Well, I...

I don't know how to answer
you, except to say that I...

teach you truths... my truths.

Yeah, it is kind of scary,
dealing with the truth.

Scary,

and dangerous.

Now,

have you ever had
a salad with, uh,

with almonds

and grapes

and tomatoes...

and lettuce

and pineapple?

She's obviously
in love with you, Mark.

Oh, you shouldn't
be so surprised.

We have a lot of marvellous
schools now in the East End.

It's still difficult
to get quality teachers.

Take us... the bottom of the pile.

Goodness knows we've
had a scruffy lot here.

Then along comes
Mr. Mark Thackeray...

big, broad, handsome,

clean, intelligent,

looking like he

stepped out of a bandbox.

What do you expect?

What do I do?

Nothing.

Just be patient.

Thanks.

Pamela's just finding out

she's a grown woman.

You're probably the only real
man she's ever met in her life.

Don't spend too much time
alone with her.

Why didn't you ask Gillian?

Oh, I thought you'd be wiser.

Well,

thanks.

Well, hello, sir.

We can't have you queuing up.

It's sir. He teaches our
Moira up at North Quay.

He's only got an hour for his
lunch, that's all he's got.

-Now, what'll it be, sir?
-Half a dozen oranges.

Oh, you'll like them.
They're lovely and juicy.

Here you are, guv.

Penny's wedding cake.

Jeanie's elder sister.

She went and got married,

so we thought we'd give you
a bit of cake for luck.

Jeanie Clark.

Oh! Yes. Miss Clark.

That was a lovely museum
outing they went on.

We'll have to do it again.

The Museum?

Oh, well, we're trying
to arrange one a week.

Oh, that'll be lovely,
won't it, Horace?

The more education they
learns, the better.

That's what I always say.

It's a proper bleeder, you know,
what with the bomb and all.

'Tain't the bombs.

It's them bleedin'
foreigners, them Yanks.

Shut your gob.

My Gert's married to a Yank.

And a proper
nice gent he is, and all.

I'll thank you to keep
your opinions to yourself.

God Al-bloody-mighty.
Getting technical, eh?

Listen, first cast the mote
out of your own bleedin' eye...

-before you cast the bomb out of mine.
-Aw, shut up.

He's a proper faggot.

Here you are. You'll like them, sir.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Who's next? Come on, girls.

Speak up.

Gillian?

Uh-huh?

I was wondering if...

you would also give the girls
some lessons in make up.

I think quite a few
of them would be, uh,

very pretty
if they knew how to do it.

Well, certainly.

You really are getting
involved with your children,

-aren't you?
-No, I'm just trying to help.

That's the job, isn't it?

You want some of this?

No, thanks.

Is that all you're
having for lunch?

Yep.

-You on a diet?
-No.

I'll tell you... I'm a weak man.

At the moment, a little skint.

When I eat,

do I love to eat.

And I love wine,

but I just can't have a glass.

I want to drink
the whole bottle.

So I avoid wine
and pastrami sandwiches...

and baked potatoes...

with butter and...

bacon...

and strawberry shortcake
and cheesecake.

But I like to eat light,
uh, for lunch.

How is it with the Dare girl?

No problems.

Are you going to
stay on here, Mark?

Until I get sorted out.

No luck with the job?

But I'm plugging away.

Remember a few weeks ago, when you
thought you'd lost the battle?

I thought you had too.

There's a good angel looking
after me somewhere.

Come on.
Sort yourselves out.

Go on. Hurry up.

All right, go.

Come on, Denham.
Hurry it up.

Land on your toes.

Do it again. Next.

Next!

Next!

Buckley!

Come on, boy.

I'm not a boy. I'm a man,

and I don't want to do it, sir.

It's too high.

You're a boy, and
you're a fat boy too.

Come on. I'm waiting.

Get some of that
jelly off of you.

Fats can't do it.

It's too high for him.

'Course he can't do it.

When I want your opinion,
I'll ask for it, boy.

-I'm not a boy.
-Shut up!

Buckley,

do as you're told.

Come on.

Move out of the way, boy!
Shut up!

Is he all right, Bert?

I don't know.

You bloody bastard.

Put that down, Potter!

You knew Fats couldn't do that.

You've always had it in for him.

Potter, put that down.

Quick, sir! They're
fighting in the gym, sir!

Go on, Potts!

-For the last time, put it down!
-That weren't no accident!

Potter!

I'll take that.

Go and help Buckley.

Go on.

Potts should have done the
bastard like he did Fats.

You all right, boy?

Yes, thank you, sir.

Me stomach doesn't
half hurt though.

Jackson, Ingham,
help him up to Mrs. Evans.

All right.

What happened?

Buckley's all right.

More frightened
than anything else.

Why'd you make him do that jump?

He just stood there
and refused to obey.

When he jumped,

well,

he sent the buck flying
and I couldn't catch him.

Oh.

Thanks for helping me out.

That Potter went berserk.

I understand
that Buckley is a...

pet whipping boy of yours.
Is that right?

I'd better report it to the head.
There's gonna be the devil to pay.

Potter?

I can't think of anything that
could excuse your behaviour.

But it was him, sir!
He made Fats do it!

Fats said he couldn't do it!

The bloody bully has
always had it in for him!

I'm not concerned with
Mr. Bell's behaviour, but yours.

Suppose instead of
a piece of wood,

a gun or a knife had been handy, eh?
What then?

Potter was narked.
We was all narked.

That bleeder was in the wrong,
and you bloody well know it.

You're missing the point, Denham.
You all are.

In a few weeks you will
be going out into the world.

Are you going to use a weapon every
time someone makes you angry?

You're supposed to be learning
self-discipline here.

Potter,

you owe Mr. Bell an apology.

-Huh?
-No!

Why should he apologize? Just 'cause
Bell's a bleedin' teacher, eh?

You'd better
answer that, Potter.

Do you think you behaved like a...

...like an adult?

How about Bell apologizing
to Buckley, eh?

My business is with you,

not Mr. Bell.

It's easy for you to talk.

No one pushes you around.

Well,

Potter?

Are you a man or a hoodlum?

-Do it, Potts.
-Do it? Denham!

Bell will put you up before the
law if you don't, won't he?

And you've got to have
recommends for a job, ain't you?

You've got a couple
of weeks, ain't you?

He's got to sign one, hasn't he?

This has nothing to do
with what I sign or won't sign.

There's never been
a teacher you could trust.

We're only safe together... against them.
Like it's always been.

But sir's different!
If he says Potts is...

That he is.

And he's wrong now.

You all know Bell's been
after old Fats for years.

Go on, Potts.

If you apologize
because you're afraid,

then you're a child,

not a man.

When I leave,

I've me own bearer,

so you can't touch me,

letters or no letters.

I'm sorry I'm late, sir.

But it's me mum, sir.

She's dead.

I've been helping
me dad with her things.

I didn't...

I didn't...

I didn't know where to go, sir.

It's all right.

Ingham, take over the class.

I understand that
the passing out class...

holds some kind of a...

celebration at the end of term.

What happens?

Hmm?

Hmm?

We dance,

sir.

Did you apologize because
of what Denham said?

I believe one should fight
for what one believes,

provided one
is absolutely sure...

one is absolutely...

right.

Pass these out.

You have to fill those out.

For national health insurance...

and so on.

What are you doing, Jackson?

It's for Seales, sir.

For flowers and a wreath.

That's...

That's wonderful of you.

May I be...

permitted to
contribute something?

No, thank you, Mr. Thackeray.

Here, Pam, luv.

You buy the wreath, eh?

The name's Dare.

-Miss Dare.
-Yeah, well, you buy the wreath.

Send it round
when the time's right.

Send it?
Aren't you going to take it?

You don't think the girls
could take it, do you?

Well,

why not?

Well...

Well, it's what people
would say, sir.

What the family'd say...

if they saw us going...

into a coloured
person's home, sir.

We've got nothing
against you, sir.

Honest.

But if one of us was...

Well, you can't imagine
the things that'd be said, sir.

Well.

Well...

Thank you, Miss Pegg,

for making it clear.

Well,

does that apply to the men also?

You're dead right it does.

I'll take the flowers, sir.

Why should you do that,
Miss Dare?

Wouldn't that make you
subject to gossip?

Gossip don't worry me.

I've known Seales since
we were in kindergarten.

I'll take the flowers.

I wouldn't, if I were you.

Ah, Thackeray.

I've been looking for you.

There's a lady to see you...

Mrs. Dare.

By the way,

I've cancelled all
outings for your class.

Why?

I'm afraid the adult
approach hasn't worked.

It would have been better
to let things be.

You'd better take your boys for PT
until I get a replacement.

Oh.

I... I'm sorry to disturb you, sir.

It's about Pam.

I'm Mrs. Dare.

What can I do for you,
Mrs. Dare?

Would you have a seat?

W... Would you talk to her, sir?

I'm sure she'd listen to you.

-She's always talking about you.
-What's the problem?

Well...

She always stays
out late at night, sir.

Often she doesn't get home
till past 11:00.

She never says where she's been.

She's a big girl, sir.
I'm worried about her.

She won't listen to me.

Well, I'm just a teacher, Mrs. Dare.

Oh, I know she'd
listen to you, sir.

When her friends are over, it's always,
'sir said this' or 'sir said that.'

See, she... she won't listen to me, sir.

She...She just won't.

Why doesn't her father
have a talk with her?

Oh.

Oh, no.

No, we're divorced.

H...He's uh... He's up north somewhere.
He doesn't...

Well,

it's not wrong to...

I mean, when your
marriage breaks up,

your life doesn't end, does it?

Please talk to her, sir.

I'm frightened for her. You
never know what sort of...

trouble she can get into.

Please.

All right.

I will.

Thank you.

Morning, sir.

Hello, love.

-Morning, Mr. Thackeray.
-How are you. How's the kids?

Hello, guv.

Hello, sir.
It's a lovely day, ain't it?

Your kid ain't top of the class.

Who's got everything?

Mark!

Hi!

Hi!

Hi. You look as if
you'd won the pools.

-Oh, better.
-Whoop!

I got me a job...

...a real one... when school ends.

Third assistant engineer
in a radio factory in the Midlands.

They even sent me the fare.

Oh, that's marvellous.

Well, it's not that good,
but it's a start after so long.

Think she's gonna take
those flowers, Bert?

I don't know.

Hey, Pam!

Hey, sir wants you.

Sit down, Miss Dare.
I'd like to talk to you.

Has my mum been in?

Yes.

The funeral
is Saturday, 10:30.

About my mum, sir?

She's very worried
about you, Miss Dare.

Couldn't you call me Pamela?

I think not, for the moment.

She says that you've
been staying out late.

Oh, I've just been
round to Gran's.

It's just round the corner.
It's not far.

Why haven't you told
your mother then?

Because she doesn't
care about me.

Well, now,
you know that's not true.

You're not in trouble, are you?

Oh, no, sir.

Nowadays that's only
for fools, isn't it?

We're the luckiest bunch of kids,

the luckiest generation
that's ever been, aren't we?

We're the first to be
really free, to enjoy...

life, if we want,

without fear.

Well, what is the trouble?

Look, if you don't want to talk,
just say the word.

It doesn't bother me.

Well, it was all right
up until about a year ago.

Of course I miss Dad. H... He
was wonderful. But...

it's just one of those
things, isn't it?

Mum works up in a dress shop
up in the West End,

and we got on fine.

Then men friends
started calling on her.

Well, you know
what neighbours are like.

That's all, really.
There's nothing else to tell.

She doesn't like me.

I'm in the way.

Well, she's young and pretty,
isn't she?

I shall be glad when I can
leave school and be on my own.

Obviously, your mother loves you,

and you owe her much more
than any teacher.

I think you're wrong about her.

Did she tell you

that I found her with
one of her friends?

At home?

At my home?

No, I bet she didn't,
but she was.

All families have problems.
I can't solve that for you.

But staying out late won't help.

Well, it helps me.
I can't stand the sight of her,

and if you were me,
you'd feel the same.

I'm in no position to judge.

I know that people
make mistakes.

Are you saying it's my fault?

I'm saying that forgiveness
is the gift of God...

that people make mistakes,

that it's up to you to make
peace with your mother.

-Why should I? I haven't done anything.
-Grow up, Miss Dare.

It's up to you to give her
another chance.

I told you what she did.
Why are you taking her side?

Because you're wrong
not to give her a second chance.

Everybody deserves that.

I thought you'd understand.
I thought you were different.

I thought I could trust you.

But you're just as Denham said.

Well, I'm not taking
the bloody flowers!

All right.

Let's line up here in the centre.

Could we have boxing first
today, please, Mr. Thackeray?

-Why?
-Well, it'd make a change.

Okay.

Just sort yourselves
into pairs now.

Uh, do you mind having a go
with me, Mr. Thackeray?

Sapiano's hurt his wrist.

That's right, sir. Sprained it,

didn't I?

I think you, uh,

ought to wait and
have a go at Potter,

or one of the others
when they're finished.

Cor, he'll be done in, sir.

Go on.

I don't mind having a
punch-up with you.

I think you'd better
forget that for today.

Let's go.

Okay.

Let's go.

Come on!

Stay where you are.

Put your head down.

Potter, Gypsy,

collect the gloves. and
put them back in the box.

The rest of you line up over here
for vaulting.

Put your head down.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

-Come on over here for a minute.
-I'm all right, sir.

Think I'll go wash up.

Sh...

-You all right, mate?
-Yes. Yes.

-Can I ask you something?
-Sure.

How many times did you hit me?

Once.

I'm sorry about that.
I didn't mean to hurt you.

I just lost my temper.

I was meaning to hurt you.

Well, you did.

You're pretty good.

Yeah, well, why didn't you
hit me again, eh?

Why didn't you fight, eh?
You had me easy.

I've been after you
since you got here.

Here. Are you afraid
or something?

Hitting you wouldn't have solved
very much, would it?

It's the truth. I don't
understand you at all.

Denham, what's a bearer?

A bearer?

With fruit on it and all.
A bearer!

You was wrong about Potts.

Yes.

From his point of view,
at his age, I was.

The girls was right
about the gossip and all.

From their point of view.

What other point is there, eh?

You're gonna have to figure
that one out for yourself, Denham.

How would you like
a part-time job next term,

teaching the youngsters
how to box?

Eh?

If you'd like, I could speak with Mr.
Florian.

I'm sure there'll
be some fee-money for you.

Cor! Me?
A bleedin' teacher?

It's important for
the youngsters

to know how to defend
themselves, isn't it?

Here. Why are you
doing this, eh?

Good luck with your...

bearer,

Denham.

Hey, Pam.

Here, what's the matter
with you?

You goin' to a bleedin'
wedding or something?

Whew! You don't
half pong, Potts.

What's up with you, Fats?

Nothing, Bert.

Well, another week and we'll be
through with this place, what?

I ain't got a job yet.

Here, Bert, I thought you
had the bleeder yesterday.

It was a lucky
punch, that's all.

Yeah?

Well, you got eyes in the back
of your head, that's what.

Old chimney sweep could have done
me with one hand behind his back.

And none of your
'bleedin' ' here.

There's ladies present,
that's what.

What sir said the other day
about the truth...

it's kind of scary, isn't it?

-Good morning.
-Good morning, sir.

About the party...

We've got a group and
all, and the, uh...

...the girls is fixin' the grub.

You coming?

You inviting me?

Yeah. You're invited.

Thank you.

If I can, I certainly will.

Yeah, well,

I guess what you said's right...

about a man making up
his own mind and all.

Sir?

My goodness.

You certainly look lovely.

Thank you.

Sir,

would you dance with me tonight?

Of course.

But nothing too fast.

I am getting much too old
for that sort of thing, Miss Dare.

We'll make it something special.
Promise?

Promise.

Thank you.

Sir,

would you call me
Pamela tonight?

Yes,

Pamela.

Thank you.

Oh, hi! Oh, excuse me
a minute, Bert.

It's Pam.

-Oh! You look marvellous!
-You look great too.

-Where's the other earring?
-Oh, it's the thing that's in.

Now, listen. I want to talk to the group.
You gonna come with me?

-Yeah, but why?
-Well, come on. I'll tell you.

-Good evening!
-Good evening.

I hear you're leaving.

Yes.

It's a pity.

I'm sorry about that.
You're damn good, you know.

You've done wonders
for this shower.

Well, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Anybody can be an engineer,
but teaching this mob, it's...

Well, I wish I had your gift.

Why so serious, Mark?

Good God!
It's Weston!

Oh, wrap up, Clinty.

Well, I'm damned.

He wasn't giving you
a hard time, was he?

On the contrary.

Sir, will you wave your magic wand
and make me sweet 16 again?

It has nothing to do with me.

Oh, you're a fine lad.
Your hand's in this, all right.

If you must leave, Mark,

go to another school.

You can't waste a marvellous
talent on rotten electronics.

Damn! I swore
I wouldn't interfere.

-Would you like some more?
-Yes, thanks.

-Who made it?
-I did.

It's Salad North Quay,

one of sir's special recipes.

Well, it's bloody marvellous,
Barbara...

I mean, Miss Pegg.

Oh, thank you,
Mr. Weston, I'm sure.

Actually, I don't like it.

I think it's
terrible, don't you?

Blimey, I'm hot.

Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

I got the job I wanted.

That's wonderful.

What is it?

Page boy at the London Hilton.

He can't wait to get his hands
on all that Yankee money.

Cor, you're right there.

Still, I don't want
to be a page boy all me life.

I was wondering if you'd help me get
into night school or something.

I'd be glad to.

Ta, sir.

You don't half look dolly, miss.

Okay, now.

You ready, Pam?

Attention, everybody.

By special request,

it's a lady's choice.

Will you hold this, please?

# It's hard not to think
about you #

# To keep you off my mind #

# It's hard to live
in a world without you #

# And it's getting harder
It's getting harder #

# It's getting harder
all the time #

# It's so hard to walk
past a phone now #

# And not to try your line #

# It's hard to try
and make it alone now #

# And it's getting harder
It's getting harder #

# It's getting harder
all the time #

# Baby, I've got no more
foolish pride #

# Baby, I must have you
by my side #

# Can't stop wishing
for what I had #

# Need your kisses
and I need them bad #

# So hard to go on living #

# And know that you're
not mine #

# It's hard without all
the love you've given #

# And it's getting harder
It's getting harder #

# It's getting harder
all the time #

# Baby, I've got no more
foolish pride #

# Baby, I must have you
by my side #

# Can't stop wishing
for what I had #

# Need your kisses
and I need them bad #

# So hard to go on living #

# And know that you're
not mine #

# It's hard without all
the love you've given #

# And it's getting harder
Oh, it's getting harder #

# Ooh, it's getting harder
all the time #

# Oh #

# Oh #

Here, come on.
Everybody, come here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Can I come
and see you sometimes?

You know, next term?

I won't be here.

Oh.

Everybody's got to move on.

I'm glad I met you though.

You've helped me a lot.

We were lucky to have you.

The whole world is waiting for you.
You're a smasher.

Thanks.

Bye.

Hold it. Listen a
minute, everybody.

I've got an
announcement to make.

It's about sir.

Well, sir,

we'd all like to
thank you very much

for everything
you've done for us.

And we'd like to give you
a little present to remember us by.

Come on, Babs.

You mean, Miss Pegg!

Babs!

Come on, Babs!

# The time has come #

# For closing books #

# And long last looks must end #

# And as I leave #

# I know that I am leaving #

# My best friend #

# A friend who taught me
right from wrong #

# And weak from strong #

# That's a lot to learn #

# What can I give you in return? #

# If you wanted the moon #

# I would try to make a start #

# But I #

# Would rather you let me
give my heart #

# To sir #

# With love #

Hooray! Speech!

Speech! Speech!

Speech! Speech! Speech!

Well.

Well.

I think I'd better go

and put it away.

Evening, guv.

Nice, isn't it?

I'm in your bleedin' class
next term.

# The time has come #

# For closing books #

# And long last looks must end #

# And as I leave #

# I know that I am leaving #

# My best friend #

# A friend who taught me
right from wrong #

# And weak from strong #

# That's a lot to learn #

# What can I give you in return? #

# If you wanted the moon #

# I would try to make a start #

# But I #

# Would rather you let me give my heart #

# To sir #

# With love #