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As I walk through the Valley|of the Shadow of Death
I take a look at my life|and realize there's nothin' left
'Cause I been blastin'|and laughin' so long
That even my mama thinks|that my mind is gone
I really hate to trip|but I gotta loc
As they croak I see myself|in the pistol smoke
Fool, I'm the kind of "G"|the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night|sayin' prayers in the street light
Been spending most their lives|living in a gangsta's paradise
They been spending most their lives|living in a gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives|living in a gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives|living in a gangsta's paradise
Look at the situation|they got me facin'
I can't live with no hope|I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down|with the hood team
Took much television-watchin'|got me chasin' dreams
I'm a educated fool|with money on my mind
Got my tin in my hand|and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd out gangsta|set trippin' banga
And my homies is down|So don't arouse my anger
Fool, death ain't nothin'|but a heartbeat away
I'm livin' life do or die|What can I say
I'm 23, never will I live|to see 24
The way things is goin'|I don't know
Tell me why are we|so blind to see
That the ones we hurt|are you and me
Been spending most their lives|living in a gangsta's paradise
They been spending most their lives|living in a gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives|living in a gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives|living in a gangsta's paradise
Power and the money|Money and the power
Minute after minute|Hour after hour
Everybody's runnin', but half|of them ain't looked what's|goin' on in the kitchen
But I don't know what's cookin'
They say I got to learn|but nobody's here to teach me
lf they can't understand it|how can they reach me
I guess they can't|I guess they won't
I guess they front, that's why|I know my life it outta luck, fool
Been spending most their lives|living in a gangsta's paradise
They been spending most their lives|living in a gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives|living in a gangsta's paradise
And-- Yeah, I'm just gonna|have to check the schedule.
Thank you. Mm-hmm. Okay.|Let me write that down.
Carla? My friend Louanne|Johnson's here to see you.
Oh, God, is that today?|Hal, it's-it's not a good time.
Well, she came in.
All right. Uh, I'm gonna have to|call you back. Thank you.
Louanne, I'd like you to meet, uh,|Carla Nichols, our assistant principal.
- Hello.|- Carla, Louanne Johnson.
I'll wait outside.
Uh, please, uh,|have a, have a seat.
- Thank you for seeing me.|- Oh, well,
Mr Griffith-- Uh, HaI--|has told me so much about you.
- I hope not everything.|- Oh--
Oh. No, only-- only good.
And I must say, it-it isn't often|that we have an applicant...
of your maturity and, uh,|varied experience.
Um, B.A. in English Lit,|public relations, telemarketing.
- M-Marine.|- Mm-hmm.
- You don't look like a Marine.|- Oh, well.
Long sleeves. Hides the tattoos.
Uh, fully accredited, except for one|term of, of supervised student teaching.
Why did you stop so close|to being certified?
Well, I met my husband and|started working for his company.
Uh, w-we're divorcing.
W-Well, it would be no problem to|get you emergency certification.
- When could you start?|- Start?
Miss Johnson,|I'lI-I'll cut to the chase.
One of our, uh, academy|teachers, Mrs. Shepherd, left,
and since then we've had|three substitute teachers.
The last one, Mrs. Gingrich,|fell ill just this morning.
So we have a fulI-time position|and we need to fill it now.
- I-- Um-- Full time.|- Yes.
I'm sorry, um, I thought this was an|interview to, uh, t-to student teach.
- WelI--|- Uh, w-w-w-w-wh-- Um, what is a--
What-- What is|an academy teacher?
Uh, well, the academy is, uh--
lt--lt's sort of a school|within a school.
Uh, special kids. Passionate,|energetic, challenging.
The, uh, salary is, is $24,700 a year.|Are you interested?
Yes, I-- Yes, I'm, I'm,|I'm interested.
Oh, that's wonderful.|That-- Great. Great.
Okay, so-- Oh, welI-- So, uh,|these-- these are for you.
Uh, curriculum, schedule|and, uh, whatnot.
And if you would just|follow me.
- We have a new teacher.|- Great!
- Congratulations!|- Full time.
- What?|- Yeah.|- Yes. Uh, starting tomorrow,
Mrs. Johnson is going to be|teaching one of our academy classes.
I'm afraid Mrs. Gingrich|is no longer with us.
- Carla, they--|- Mr Griffith's classroom|is right next to yours.
So would you meet her outside|tomorrow and show her 107?
- Right.|- Thank you.
- I just know this is gonna work out.|- Thank you so much.
Thank you.
- Full time.|- Louanne--
-Hal!|-Louanne, d-did she t-tell you|about, uh, the academy programme?
Yeah, yeah. No,|she told me all about it.
She said, you know,|bright, special kids and--
- Uh, Louanne, d--|- I wanna teach, Hal!
- lf I have any questions,|I'll know who to ask, right?|- Yeah. I'll be counting on it.
Fly ho's and chains|and swingin' thangs
Save me
Just another young nigger|havin' thangs
Just a-havin' thangs
Fly ho's and chains|and swingin' thangs
Why must I feel like that
Just another young nigger|havin' thangs
lt's to your right.
I guess Miss Shepherd's lesson|plans will be in her desk.
Very possibly.
This is your classroom.
- Noisy bunch, aren't they?|- Yes, but if you stand there|long enough,
they'll usually quiet down.
Don't try and shout over them.
Right. Thanks.
- I'm right next door.|- I wrote this about my life because|it's my shit you never heard before
- Why don't you live in my world|That's my point that you|been searchin' for|- Thanks.
I know that you need to relax|A supported fact
A little history|and history of government--
lmmobilizing your physical|and your brain
With the emotion|of subliminal motivation
- Look at that!|- No, no, no. Not yours.
- White bread.|- Snappin' my fingers|appropriately when I rip
You get flipped and then I pass|the microphone to my homegirl Chris
Now I see you runnin'|I'm comin', boom, how stunnin'
Fast as I step|Got to earn a big rep
For huntin' homies like deer|Crack a beer and some heads
Then go find another poor person|I can trap in my cage for a night
Let loose, fool, run|'Cause my first meal is done
- May I have your attention, please?|- How long y'all been together?
You run, I'll shoot|'Cause your homies said 'boo' to me
Your life is a joke|Smoked by the A to the K
You went to bed without a trace|lnfrared dot marks the spot
-So duck or find your ass shot|-What happened to Miss Shepherd?
- Better not do that.|- What?
- What happened to Miss Shepherd?|- Ooh, no, she ain't askin' about|Miss triflin'-ass Shepherd.
You playin' yourself.|Playin' yourself.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!|Listen up! Yo, listen up!
White Bread wanna know|what happened to Miss Shepherd.
We killed the bitch.
Kick it, kick it, kick it,|kick it, kick it. Hey!
I was beginning to like|the puta!
Ohh! No, no, no.|Everybody, everybody. Emilio ate her.
- That bitch was too ugly to eat.|- Yeah!
Fed her to my dogs.
But I'll eat you.
What is your name?
Emilio Ramirez.
- Now, Emilio!|- Emilio, you in trouble!
Emilio! Emilio! Emilio!|Emilio! Emilio!
- Emilio! Emilio! Emilio! Emilio!|- Oh, my God.|- What's that?
Come on, come on, come on,|come on, come on. You know|what they're like. Come on.
Emilio! Emilio! Emilio! Emilio!|Emilio! Emilio! Emilio! Emilio!
Madison surrendered|to the nationalists.
Hamilton himself could have already have|composed the message that embraced--
Donna. Donna,|take over the class.
Shut up!
What happened to Miss Shepherd?
- Well, she quit.|- Why?
Well, she was a very|high-strung individual.
What, did she have a breakdown?
No. She quit before that.
One of the substitutes,|she had a breakdown.
- That's how they weed them out.|- Who are these kids, rejects from hell?
No. They're bright kids with|little or no educational skills...
and what we politely call|a lot of social problems.
Damn it, Griffith,|you could've warned me!
Hey, Louanne,|you said you wanted to teach.
- Now, is that a load of bull or what?|- No!
- So teach.|- I ca--|- What?
I can't teach them!
Yes, you can. All you gotta do|is get their attention.
Or quit.
I'm back!
"She decided that if Brian broke a rule|she would utilize these consequences:
The first time he broke a rule his name|would be put on the board."
This is the life
This is the life
This is the life
Okay, you little bastards.
- Come on|- Put your back into it
- Come on|- Put your back into it
- Come on|- Put your back into it
- Come on|- Put your back into it
- Come on|- Put your back into the beat
Achieve the goals|in which you seek
Don't let nobody|steer you wrong
Or you'll be singin'|that same old song
- How someone's always holdin you down|- There she is.
- Just keep your two feet on the ground|- Girl, you didn't get enough yesterday?
And when you come you be direct|'cause punks get no respect
- My eyes to the west side|- East side, west side
How you doin'? Yeah.
Hey, everybody, everybody, look!|A cowboy!
Put your back into it|Put your back into it
- Put your back into it|- Don't talk about-- Don't talk|about yourself like that.
"I am a--"
- Shut up! Y'all sound|like them fifth-graders!|- You shut up!|- You shut up!
"Does... anyone...
- What's "karate"?|- Karate, you stupid asshole.
- You're so stupid.|- You're a Marine? A for-real Marine?
- Discharged, but yes.|- Estupido.
I'll try some karate|with you, Miss Johnson.
I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed|to touch a student.
But if you really think you know|what you're doin', come on up here.
Hey, sounds like a challenge to me,|ése. You'd better get up there.
Oh, I know what I'm doin'.|There's no sense doin' it though|if you can't touch me.
Okay, anybody else know|any karate? What about you?
- Durrell Chang Chang.|- I know some motherfuckin' karate.
Whoo! Durrell, gimme it!
- Durrell.|- Shit.
- What about you? You know any karate?|- Raul. Yeah, I know enough.
- Okay, Raul.|- Go on up there.
Come on up here.
- All right. Yeah, shit. I'm|gonna take that motherfucker.|- Come on, Nacho.
Shit. All right.|Come on, let's go, ése.
Let's go.
You guys--|Wait, wait, wait. Whoa!
You guys don't know shit.
-"l don't know shit," man.|I know what I'm doin', lady.|-You don't even know any throws.
Now, I heard that a Marine|can kill a man with his, uh,|bare hands. ls that true?
Oh, shit.
Okay, h-here's how it starts.
Um, okay, where's a-- Can you two move|that desk down there a little bit?
Um, okay, everything is|slow motion at first.
- Um, Durrell.|- Yeah.
Okay, you, um, you move into|Raul like you're gonna hit him.
Yeah, I can do that.
- Okay.|- Nacho.
Now, Raul, you're gonna|step into Durrell...
and you're gonna|grab his wrist, okay?
You're gonna turn your body|away from him so that your butt|is in his stomach. Okay?
Fuck you!|Get the fuck off me, man!
What you gonna do?
- Man, you wish, homes! You wish, man!|- Bring it on, homes!
- Fuck you! Get your hands off me!|- Bring it on, Nacho.|- You wish, man!
- Bring it on.|- Now, it's a hip throw.|lt's a hip throw.
- Okay, take your fighting|stance again, okay.|- Nacho.
Okay, grab his wrist.|Okay.
Now, now this time,|as you move in,
you're gonna take this hand,|you're gonna grab onto this shoulder.
Okay? Ready?
Oh, shit!
Thank you! Hey! Hey!|All right!
- Ow, man! I'll kick your|motherfuckin' ass, ése!|- Sucker! Sucker!
Well, that was "A" work.
You'd make good Marines.
ln fact, from this moment,
each one of you|is like an inductee...
- Who's a duck?|- with a clean record.|- Quack.
- So, if you wanna pass,|- Quack quack.
all you have to do is try.
Oh, homes.
Because at this point,|everyone has an "A."
- What?|- ls she serious?
But it's up to you to keep it.
-Bullshit.|-Yo, why don't you shut up, man.
What if it ain't bullshit? Ain't|never had no fuckin' "A" before.
I once knew a man|who couldn't read
He said it ain't no thang|'cause I graduated twice
With the game I possess
Bulletproof vest|to the chest
But when his kids needed help|to prepare for a test
lt was stress 'cause Pops|didn't achieve any academics
And true, indeed|This problem is an epidemic
Who want to work five long hard days|through it and get taxed
So that's a message|for your mind
The story's been told|about a thousand times
So here's a message|for your mind
One thousand-one|One thousand-two
So here's a message|for your mind
- Okay, today we are going|to conjugate some verbs.|- What?|- What?
Hey, what about karate?
Well, I can't just teach you karate.|I'll show you another hold next week.
Get outta here!
Belt it out, too.|I wanna hear it.
We eat green beans for dinner.|What you do with 'em?
"We eat green beans for dinner."
- Okay--|- Hey, Pam. Pam!
Ye-- Yo, Chris!
Hey. Hey. Hey, what's up?
Hey, man, it's not|a big deal, okay?
ls that true?
lf we wanna die?|Shit, no.
We want you to die.
- ls that true?|- Well, if it was between|you and us, hell yeah.
- Okay.|- Hey! Hey! I don't care|if I live or die!
- What about that?|- Suicide, man.|- What's all this bullshit with dying?
- You want us dead?|- No, darlin', but I do|want you to keep your "A."
So, no, I'm gonna make it|real easy on you, okay?
All you have to do is tell me the verb|that makes this sentence true.
We choose to do some karate.
- Yeah, right.|- Okay, give me a verb|instead of "choose."
- We're going to die?|- We must die, okay.
- Okay, "we must die." ls "must"|a verb? Can you, uh--|- No, "must" ain't no verb.
- Can you "must" something?|- Yeah. I must piss right now.|You'd better believe it.
Okay, what verb that we used|today is the most powerful?
- Die.|- Piss.
Oh, you so stupid!
- Choose.|- Choose.
- What's your name?|- Callie.
Callie, why?
Because that's the difference between|owning your life and being afraid.
Saying "l choose"|no matter what.
You mean, like a guy's got|a gun to your head...
and he's pulling the trigger|and you say, "l choose to die"?
No, you ain't choosin' to die,|but you can choose to die|without screaming, right?
I mean, you could always|choose somethin'.
- Not where I live.|- Shit.
Did you read that somewhere|in this class?
No. ln our class we readin' this book|called My Darling, My Hamburger.
- From this.|- My what?
- My Darling, My Hamburger.|- Hamburger?
Possessive pronoun, noun,|possessive pronoun.
- Oh, watch it, girl.|- Let's see.
E-Excuse me.
- Excuse me, Miss Johnson.|- Uh-- Oh, yes.
Would you stop by the principaI's office|before your next class, please?
Mr Grandey would like|to speak to you.
The principal!
Oooh, White Bread in trouble!
Yes. I'll talk to you later.
Miss Johnson, this is an office.|We knock before we enter.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Now, Miss Johnson,|I'm taking into consideration|the fact that you're new...
and therefore don't know that teaching|karate is against school policy...
and can lead to a lawsuit|in case of an injury.
But you can avoid this kind of error--|you simply follow the curriculum...
dictated by|the Board of Education.
Well, um, sir, that's|almost impossible, um--
Most of my students don't|even know what a verb is.
lf you're going to teach them,
I'm sure there's a better sentence|than "We choose to die."
I'm sure there are, but I--|I-l needed a sentence that|would get their attention...
- Mmm.|- and, well, it had to|be better than this.
Miss Johnson, that is the approved|curriculum for second period.
Your class.
Now, I know the newer the teacher,|the smarter she is,
but I-I'm afraid you're just|going to have to go along|with our policies,
even if you don't|agree with them.
- All right?|- Mm-hmm.
What a fuckin' idiot.
- Griffith.|- Don't let them get to you.
I'm not. I-ln fact, I'm about to|challenge the entire curriculum.
- lf I could just find the paper|in the Xerox room.|- You can't. There isn't any.
- What do you mean?|- I mean there isn't any.
I mean, we're out of Xerox paper and art|paper and we're short on pencils.
But we do have plenty of students.|I guess that, uh, balances things out.
Another fuckin' idiot.
No, I can't run, I can't hide|from all this pressure
lf I sell out, that means|I'm coppin' to a lesser charge
- And whenever there's a will|baby, there's a way|- Shit!
Each one teach one I always say|the murder rate is risin'
Society ain't scarin' me|Life is like a puzzle|Ain't no tellin' when they'll bury me
- Problems, problems|How are we gonna solve 'em|- So, what's on today's lesson plan?
A little kickboxing?|Some, uh, target practice, huh?
No. My own little|secret weapon.
Problems, problems|How are we gonna solve 'em
Okay, so, "never" is--
- lt's a verb!|- Adverb! Adverb!|- Adverb! Adverb!
Adverb! Fantastic!
- Whoo!|- You guys'll be reading poetry soon.
- You guys are sharp.|- Oh, my--
- Whoa!|- Okay.
- Homeboy!|- King of the calle!
Sit down, sit down, sit down.
- Sit down.|- Honourable sensei. Hmm.
lt's obvious that "homeboy"|is a noun.
Noun is correct!
Well, give me my damn candy bar.
- Whoo!|- Thank you.
Boy, poetry will be a piece|of cake for this crowd.
Yo, how come you keep sayin' poetry?|What's poetry got to do with this shit?
Poetry? WelI--
Because if you can read poetry,|you can read just about anything, hon.
- When you're ready for poetry,|you're ready for bear.|- I say bring on the bear!
- I'm always ready for bear. Shit.|- I'm always ready to see you bare.
- Whoa!|- Oh, shut up, you stupid!|- Oh, yeah? Ohh! Ohh!
Well, okay, here's the bear.
So what the fuck is that?
- I just happen to have copies|of-of-- of a poem...|- Wait for me! Shit!
- That's okay.|- written by the greatest poet.
My Darling, My Hamburger.|How's that?
- Okay, here's the deal.|- She was joking about the bear.
When we finish this assignment,|I am gonna take...
all of you...
to a place that has...
the highest parachute jumps,
the biggest roller coaster,
the best rides,
the most delicious hot dogs,
the hardest games...
and the best prizes|in the world.
- You're kiddin'.|- For real?
- And we don't gotta pay for it?|- Huh?
- And we don't gotta pay for it?|- Not a penny.
So then, who pays?
The Board of Education.
- Lord, did you hear that?|- I don't believe it.
- Sound good?|- Hey!
That's bullshit, man!
I'm sorry?
Since when has the Board of Education|done anything for us, huh?
Yeah, man, we fuckin'|barely get lunch.
Well, I'm sorry you feel|that way, Emilio.
- Uh, Durrell, you wanna read|the first four lines?|- Oh, man, you trippin', man.
I ain't readin'. You trippin'.
- Okay, how about the f--|- You've got to read it.|- How about the first line?
I'm scared to death, motherfucker,|all right? That's all.
- Move slowly to the right, people.|- Yep, yep
Miss Johnson.
- You better be for real.|- Yep, yep
- Yep, yep|- Miss Johnson?
Yes, Callie?
lf you wanna get the class|to listen, get Emilio.
- Yep, yep|- lt's all right
- lt's all right|- As you may have heard
- Yeah|- To smoke a fat one
- To smoke a fat one|- And drink a Thunderbird
- Drink a Thunderbird|- lt's okay
- lt's okay|- To play this loud
- Mister DJ, don't mean|to sweat you down|- Wait
- I'll get you, you little fucker.|- Yep
- Poetry?|- Poetry, yeah.
- These kids?|- Why not these kids?
Well, hey, go for it.
No, but I gotta find a gimmick|first, you know. Something|that'll grab their attention.
- Who's your favourite poet, Griffith?|- My favourite?
- Oh, there are so many.|How do I choose?|- I'm serious.
Mmm. Serious. Okay.
- Big D. Dylan.|- Get out!
Why not?
Well, I don-- He's n-- You know,|he's not for everybody.
I mean, he's a little|long-winded, don't you think?
I suppose that's 'cause|he wrote drunk.
He had a drinking problem?
Well, the guy's Welsh.|There ain't a lot to do there.
I thought he was from Minnesota.
You know, if the guy's your|favourite poet, you might want|to read up on him a little bit.
He was Welsh and|he drank himself to death.
Dead? He's not dead.|I saw him yesterday on MTV.
You saw Dylan Thomas on MTV.
No. Bob Dylan.
-Bob Dylan? Ohh!|-He looked dead. He looked dead.
- Ohh!|- Hey, Mr Tambourine Man
Play a song for me
"Hey, Mr Tambourine Man--"
- Tambourine!|- Tambourine!|- Tangerine.
"T-Tambourine Man,
Play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is|no place I'm going to"
Wow, he can read.
Thank you. Taiwana?
The next three lines, Taiwana.
"Hey, Mr Tambourine Man
Play a song for me
ln the jingle-jangle morning|I'll come following you"
- Good.|- All right.
- Yes.|- What does that mean?
What do you think it means?
What, some guy's|got a tambourine...
and this other guy wants him to|play it 'cause he can't sleep.
- Okay.|- Yeah, but how come he want|to play the tambourine?
Don't he got a radio or somethin'?|You know what I'm sayin'?
Well, you kn-- That's a good point.|I mean, i-i-it's-- it's a weird choice.
So, what if I told you|that Mr Tambourine Man...
is a code name?
- A code name for what?|- James Bond.
- A drug dealer.|- ls it?
Well, a lot of people think so.
You know, this song is from the '60s,|when you couldn't sing about drugs,
so they had to make up codes.
So what was the code?|What does "Hey, Mr Tambourine Man|Play a song for me" mean?
- Well, you figure--|- "Play a song for me"|means "give me the stuff."
Yeah, it's like that nigger|been out drinkin' all night|and smokin' some shit...
and everybody broke out on his|ass, you know what I'm sayin'?
And he's high-- he's still high,|but he's kinda low and shaky.|You know-- "jingle-jangle."
Yeah, and he needs something, like|a big hit of crack or cocaine and shit.
He's crazy, okay?
So, what do you think, Emilio?|Do you think that Raul is right?
- All right, it's too|personal to discuss.|- What?
You mean you choose not to|participate in the discussion?
- Boy's too slick.|- Not about somethin' so personal.
Wanna draw for it?
High card, you don't have to|discuss anything.
Why do I gotta draw for it?|That's the way it is now.
Listen to this.
Name one of the most influential|presidents of the 20th century.
- Roosevelt.|- Simple, right?
Wrong.|A history teacher's nightmare.
How about Snoop Doggy Dogg|for an answer?
Joe Montana. Winston Churchill.
But this-- this is the best.
"l will not answer this question on the|grounds that it is culturally biased...
against individuals|such as myself."
Actually, for this answer I'm|gonna give him partial credit.
Louanne, you lose your|sense of humour, it's over.
Uh, here.|New pictures of the rug rats.
- Oh, God. People are supposed|to ask first, Griffith.|- Shut up.
Ohh. They look like Maggie.|Thank God.
Oh, I don't know. Harry with his thumb|in his mouth, he kinda looks like me.
ls that his thumb?|I thought that was a cigarette.
- How is Maggie?|- Good.
She wants you to come over|for dinner.
We had some fun times, you and Maggie|and me and-- what's his name?
- I remember.|- Yeah.
I remember too. That's why it's|hard for me to come to dinner.
- Seeing anybody?|- No.
How do you do that? You walk around|with a bag over your head?
- No.|- Louanne, it's over six months.
I'm not ready, Hal.
You know, I thought you guys|always stuck together. What are|you sitting here with me for?
You know, he was my best friend,|Louanne. "Was" is the operative word.
He isn't worth your spit.
What was that for?
Just tell Maggie|she's a lucky lady, Griffith.
Yeah, when they made me they|broke the mold. Both of them.
- Good morning, ladies.|- Good morning.
We gotta stop meeting like this.
You sound awful.
I refuse to take|medical advice...
from somebody who eats Cheetos|at 8:00 in the morning.
Yeah, well, you shouldn't smoke.|Listen to that cough!
You know--
- I'll see you inside.|- You're gonna finish|the cigarette, aren't you?
No, I'm not. Really.|Honest. I swear.
Here! Right here! Yeah!
- Guys are off playin' pool.|- You wanna smoke a cigarette?
- I gave you your money, man. 350 bucks!|- Three-fifty?
What are you talkin' about, homes?|Are you callin' me a liar?
- What, do you think I'm fuckin' stupid?|- Yo, man, no.|Don't get loud, motherfucker!
I'm gonna kick your fuckin'|spic ass!
- Fuck you, man!|- Jump back, motherfucker!|- Fight! Fight!
- Get back, get back.|- You fuckin' pendejo!|- Okay, okay, okay!
Back off! Hey, hey, hey, hey!|Hey! Hey! Hey!
- iPuto!|- One of you makes a move,|I will call security!
- Aw, bullshit!|- Big fuckin' deal.|- They don't care.
Okay, get to your classes.|Okay. lt's all over. Move!
-You are stronger than these two|put together, and you know it!|-Bullshit, man!
- iVato!|- He wishes, man!
You could all be expelled if I report|this to the office, and you know that.
Okay, if you give me your word that|it ends here, I'll forget it.
ls it over?
How about you?
- Yeah, simón.|- Absolutely.
Okay, I trust you.|Now get to your classes.
See you later, puto.
Catch you later, ése.
lf you hit those kids,|you'll pay for it. I swear.
Get to your class|and behave yourself.
You shouldn't have done that.
- Oh? Why not?|- 'Cause you just shouldn't|mess with Emilio.
Raul knows that if you make a deal|with Emilio and you fuck up on him,
you get your locker smashed in|with your head.
Everybody knows that.
Well, maybe they'll all have|time to think about it...
before they get to|the locker-smashing stage.
They're gonna fight,|no matter what they tell you.
What do you mean?
When? Now?
Where? Angela! Where?
- Come on, motherfucker! Come on!|- Get him!
Keep fightin'!|Keep kickin' his ass!
Shit! Fuck!
Oh, shit.
- Come on! Fuckin' come on!|- Fuck that!
Come on, break it up!|Break it up!
- Get the fuck off me!|- Get outta there!|- iPuto! You motherfucker!
Get back! Now!|Get back! Get back!
All of you! Comin' through!
- Watch your head.|- Kickin', man.
No. Wait a minute. Wait. No, no.|Gimme-- G-- Just give me a minute.
- You promised!|- Yeah, but we had to,
or we couldn't walk around|with our heads up no more.
We got a reputation to protect.|You a Marine. You understand.
Like, if America didn't stand up|everyone would attack it.
Well, in our neighbourhood if you don't|stand up you can't walk down the street,
'cause everyone will attack you,|you know?
Rata, you fuckin' puto.
- Man, I cracked that|motherfucker's head, ése.|- See you in the fuckin|neighbourhood, ése.
Okay, I see.
And I made it worse and I made you and|Gusmaro look bad in front of everyone...
by saying that Emilio was|stronger than the both of you.
Yeah, well, you thought|you was helpin' us.
Ma'am, I'm sorry. We really have to go.|I gotta get 'em home.
Nasty cut.
You mind telling me what the fight|was about in the first place?
I really would like to know|what happened. I'm not gonna|make any trouble for you.
- I just wanna know, was it worth it?|- Yeah, it was worth it.
- Why?|- Because it felt good|hittin' him in the face.
- I got him good, man.|- Yeah, you like to hit people?
Yeah, I like to hit people.
You feel angry|a lot of the time?
So now you're gonna|try and psychologize me?
You're gonna try and figure|me out? I'll help you.
I come from a broken home,|and we're poor. Okay?
I see the same fuckin' movies|you do, man.
I would like to help you,|Emilio.
Thank you very much. And how|would you like to do that?
You gonna give me some good|advice? "Just say no"?
You gonna get me off|the streets? Well, forget it!
How the fuck you gonna|save me from my life, huh?
Yep, yep
I have three, uh,|student files here...
- and I can't find a phone|number in any of 'em.|- Yep, yep
Well, sometimes they don't|give a number...
- and sometimes|they don't have a phone.|- Yep, yep
- lt's all right|- lt's all right|- As you might have heard
- Yeah|- To smoke a fat one|- To smoke a fat one
- And drink a 'Bird|- A Thunderbird
- lt's okay|- lt's okay
- To play this loud|- Oh, play it loud
Mister DJ, don't mean|to sweat you down
- lt's all right|- lt's all right
- As you may have heard|- Yeah
- To smoke a fat one|- Smoke a fat one
- And drink a 'Bird|- A Thunderbird, now
lt's okay
Come on. Come on.
Do your homework.
- You have a lovely family,|Mrs. Sanchero.|- Thank you.
We know why you're here,|Miss Johnson.
I warned Raul to|stay out of trouble.
He's first in our family to|maybe graduate high school.
- So he gonna get punished big|for what he done.|- N--
Don't you worry about that.
But he didn't do anything wrong.
-But he expelled for three days.|-l know. No, I know.
But he didn't start the fight. He was|defending himself from a bigger boy.
He was protecting himself.
- Uh, why they send him home?|- lt's just school policy.
I-I-lt gives the other boy|time to cool down.
I'm here because I just wanted|to tell you both personally...
what a pleasure it's been having|Raul in my class this semester.
You must be very proud.
He's, um--|Well, he's very bright...
and funny, articulate.
The truth is, he's--|he's one of my favourites.
Uh, soy Louanne Johnson.
"l will not go down underground
'Cause somebody tells me|that death's comin' 'round"
Okay, this is another|Dylan poem.
Now, is that a code, or does|that just mean what it says?
"And I will not carry myself|down to die
When I go to my grave|My head will be high"
"My head will be high."|What does that mean?
ls there something|I should know?
Yeah. I'll tell you.
You ratted on Raul,|Gusmaro and Emilio.
Yeah. You got Emilio|put into detention.
lt wasn't none of your|business, chismosa.
And you got Raul|and Gusmaro suspended.
- Now they're gonna get|their fuckin' asses kicked.|- And you got Emilio--
- Hey, I didn't rat on anybody.|- Wasn't none of your business|anyway, you chismosa.
- Bullshit.|- Let this--|- Told you she was full of shit.
- Snitches get stitches, bitch.|- Do you wanna talk about this?
On you, shit. Whatever|floats your boat, teach.
We don't have no choices|in this room.
Well, if you all feel that strongly|about it, leave the room.
- What?|- Hey, listen.
Nobody's forcing you to be here.|You have a choice.|You can stay, or you can leave.
Lady, why are you playin' this|game? We don't have a choice.
You don't have a choice? You don't have|a choice on whether or not you're here?
No. lf we leave, we don't|get to graduate. lf we stay,|we gotta put up with you.
Well, that's a choice, isn't it?|You have a choice.
You either don't graduate|or you have to put up with me.
lt may not be a choice you like,|but it is a choice.
Man, you don't understand nothin'. l|mean, you don't come from where we live.
- You-- You're not bussed here.|- Do you have a choice|to get on that bus?
Man, you come and live in my|neighbourhood for one week...
and then you tell me|if you got a choice.
There are a lot of people who|live in your neighbourhood who|choose not to get on that bus.
What do they choose to do?|They choose to go out and sell drugs.
They choose to go out and kill people.|They choose to do a lot of other things.
But they choose not to|get on that bus.
The people who choose to get on|that bus, which are you,|are the people who are saying,
"l will not carry myself|down to die
When I go to my grave|My head will be high"
That is a choice.
There are no victims|in this classroom!
Why do you care anyway?|You just here for the money.
Because I make a choice to care.|And, honey, the money ain't that good.
- Whatever.|- Read it again, Miss Johnson.
- What?|- Read those lines you just read again.
"l will not go down underground
'Cause somebody tells me|that death's comin' 'round"
Does that mean|just what it says?
No, it don't mean|just what it says.
you wouldn't go|under the ground...
if someone told you|death was comin'.
But you would go into the ground|if you were already dead.
Do the rest of you|agree with that?
Well, I kinda agree with it,
but I think|it just means that...
he ain't gonna help death out,|you know?
lt's not like he's just gonna|lay down and wait for it.
I think he's gonna choose-- No,|I think he's gonna make the choice--
to die hard.
- Yeah, I agree with that.|- Yeah, me too.
- That's what it sounds like to me.|- Okay.
Well, what about, uh,|the rest of it? Um--
"When I go to my grave|My head will be high"
"Head will be high."|What does that mean?
- You're gonna die with pride.|- Right.
- See you tomorrow.|- Callie, wait up!
You went to RauI's house last|night, and Gusmaro's too, right?
Yeah, that's what they told me.
That's cool.
Hold up, wait a minute|Don't go there 'cause I ain't with it
Hold up, wait a minute|Don't go there 'cause I ain't with it
What you want|Baby, I got it
What you need|Babe, you got it
All I'm askin'|is for a little respect
Yo, kick it, homes!|What you waitin' for, man?
- Are you trying to steal my $2.50, ése?|- Ah, go, go, go.
Man, that ain't shit.|Go faster, man. Go faster, man.
- Come on, come on|- Faster, man, faster!|- You got to gimme, gimme
- R-E-S-P-E-C-T|- I got to get it, get it
- R-E-S-P-E-C-T|- You got to gimme, gimme
- R-E-S-P-E-C-T|- I got to get it, get it
- R-E-S-P-E-C-T|- Come on, get back.
Are you all right, man? That looked|like a real bitch right then.
Hey, get the fuck|out of there, man. Look at you!|You look like my grandma, man.
- R-E-S-P-E-C-T|- Miss Johnson,
the-- the School Board would have every|right to insist on your dismissal.
You informed no one.|You got no permission slips.
Oh, but there was no one to inform.|All the kids just decided to go to|the amusement park at the last minute.
And then they let me come along.
- Did they pay for you?|- No, I paid for them.
I was just so moved|by the invitation.
This wasn't, by any chance,
their reward for reading|poetry, was it, Miss Johnson?
ln my class, Mr Grandey,|poetry is its own reward.
Angela, would you read|the first line?
"Appetizers. Freshly cut bay shrimp|grilled to perfection."
- This is a Xerox of a menu.|- That is correct.
lt's from The Flowering Peach,|the best restaurant in town.
- Ever hear of it?|- Yeah, we heard of it.
lt's supposed to be like|some special restaurant or somethin'.
Mm-hmm.|So, does it sound good?
Because whoever wins the, uh,|the-- the Dylan-Dylan contest...
- The what?|- goes there for dinner with me.
Hey, what's the Dylan-Dylan|contest about?
There's Bob Dylan,
who we've been reading.
And then...
there's Dylan Thomas,
who also wrote poems.
lf you can find the poem|written by Dylan Thomas...
that is like a poem|written by Bob Dylan,
you win the Dylan-Dylan contest.
Hey, Mr Tambourine Man|Play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there|is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr Tambourine Man|Play a song for me
ln the jingle-jangle morning
I'll come following you
Yo, every fuckin' poem Dylan Thomas|wrote is about death, man.
Now, how we supposed to know|which one to write?
"The sniper laid him low,|and strewed his brains.
One would not think|the greenness of this valley...
could let a day be sick|with so much blood."
Man, that's some Rambo-Schwarzenegger|bullshit you found.
- That's how it's supposed to be, right?|- No.
- There's supposed to be killing shit.|- But it-- But it don't--
But it don't even mean the same as|"l will not go under the ground."
Now you're some sort of|poetic critic, now, right?
- Oh, well, it don't.|- Thank you.
Okay. Listen to this.
"Do not go gentle|into that good night.
Old age should burn|and rave at close of day.
Rage, rage against|the dying of the light."
Where's the code?|Where's the death?
Night. All that stuff|about night. That's death.
So it's "Don't go gentle|into that good death."
Yeah, but I think "good"|is sarcastic.
When he say, "Do not go gentle,"|that's like sayin', "Don't go easy."
- So it's the same as|"l will not go down."|- We just won us|a motherfucking chicken.
This is the life
Everyone has to be somewhere
I am here
This is the life
This is the life
- This is my|- Well, the results of the|Dylan-Dylan contest are in.
- Life|- The winners are--
- That's me. Right here.|- Sit down. I am Bob Dylan. Sit down.
- Yo, shh! Shh!|- Sorry, Miss Johnson.
- Shh.|- Shh.
Raul, Durrell and Callie!
- Congratulations.|- Thanks.
- Here's your certificate.|- Hey!|- Congratulations.
Congratulations, Callie.
But there are no losers in this class.|You guys did great.
You all get to pick a prize|from the box.
How come they get a prize|when they got the wrong answer?
Well, because sometimes|it takes a lot of wrong answers|to get to the right one.
Hey, everyone can't be right,|'cept for us!
Come on up.
- Miss Johnson?|- Hey, Callie.
- Um, I wanted to talk to you|about the restaurant.|- Uh-huh.
- I can't go.|- Why?
Because I have to work at this|supermarket every night until|June and I already told them--
Oh, isn't there any way|to get out of it?
No. Because of the schedule|and everything, I have to do it.
- But thank you anyway.|- Well, o-okay. Well.
Well, no, it's okay. lf you|can't come to dinner, then, uh,|well, we'll bring dinner to you.
- Really?|- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.|- I'm taking orders, Miss Roberts.
I couldn't find|a parking space.
lt's okay.|I just got here myself.
- Oh, you look very handsome.|- How 'bout this jacket?
lt's fantastic.
Go ahead, touch it.|lt's real leather.
- Ooh!|- Hey, where's Callie?
Oh, she had to work.|Where's Durrell?
- Oh, he had to work too.|- Oh.
Well, I guess it's just|you and me, handsome.
I guess so.
Oh. Ladies first.
Thank you.
- Hey, are you sure they got chicken?|- Mm-hmm.
May I tell you a little|about this evening's specials?
The chef is featuring foie gras|with smoked duck and figs|on a hill of bulgar.
Uh, salmon tartar|in potato gaufrette...
over wild mushrooms,|and fennel salad.
Uh, for the entree|we're featuring...
a complex shellfish|pan roast with orso,
a touch of comfit and a broth|thickened with lobster shell oil.
All very, very good.
- Could we have a few minutes, please?|- Ah, yes.
Thank you.
- Are you sure they got chicken?|- Yes.
Here. See, it's right there,|sweetie. You see? Poulet.
And when the waiter comes back,|you may as well talk to him.
lt'll be good practice|for your summer job interviews.
I can't talk to that guy. He probably|thinks I'm weird or something.
He does not. He can't help|but notice your natural charm.
You just look him straight|in the eye and you talk to him|like you would anyone else.
Now, go ahead and call him over.
Go ahead. Just give him|a little nod.
- Are we ready?|- Okay, I'll have the chicken.
A whole one.
And I'll have the same.
And one to go, please.
One to go. Thank you.
Hey, Miss J?
I was wondering maybe, like,|in the next couple of days, if I--
- ls everything all right?|- Everything's fine. Thank you.
All right.
Now don't be mad or nothing,|but I gotta be absent...
for a couple of days|without your coming to my house.
lt's important.
- You'll have to tell me why.|- I got some shit to do.
I gotta make some money|to pay back this guy.
This doesn't sound important|enough to cut school.
lt is. I gotta pay|for this jacket.
See, I got it off the street|from this guy for 200 dollars,
and he said he'd trust me|for it until Friday.
Why did you buy it on the street|instead of in a store?
Are you crazy? You know how much|this would cost in a store?
I needed a nice jacket and fast,|and I got it from this guy|'cause he cut me a deal...
'cause he stole it,|probably.
So, are you gonna go out and get|a job or are you gonna go out|and steal too to pay him back?
Miss J, I gotta pay him back.
He'll kill me.
I didn't have nothing to wear!
Fine. I'll lend it to you.
I can't take your money.|Teachers are poor. Everyone knows that.
Well, you don't really|have a choice, do you?
lf you don't pay the guy back,|he'll kill you.
lf you cut school, I'll tell|your father and he'll kill you.
- So I'm your only way out.|- Oh, man.
- But I do have one condition.|- Big?
- Huge.|- What do you want, interest?
- Mm-mmm. Bigger.|- Jesus Christ, what is it?
- Would you like dessert?|- No!
- Another glass of wine?|- Oh, no, I'm fine. Thank you.
- Coffee, perhaps?|- Hey, man, we're talking!
So, what's the condition?
You have to pay me back|on the day you graduate.
But-- But what if|I don't graduate?
Well, then you'll never|pay me back the money.
But I know that|if you say you will,
you'll kill yourself|keeping your word.
Well, what do you say?
I don't get it. Why do you|care so much if I graduate?
Weird, isn't it?
All right, I'll pay you back.
- You have my word.|- Hey.
lt is a very nice jacket.
Thank you.
- Hey.|- Oh, hi!|- Hi.
- How you doin'?|- Oh, good.
I think this is the first time I ever|brought food into a supermarket.
-Yeah, I can smell it from here.|-Yeah.|-Good. Thanks.
Well, Raul says if you don't like it,|he'll take it off your hands.
Oh, please.|Like hell he will.
Callie, could you help load|in aisle three, please?
Be right there. I'm telling you,|this place would fall to pieces|if it wasn't for me.
You know, Callie,
just between you and me,
with your scores, I think you should|consider going into Advanced English.
- Oh, but I'm gonna be at Clearview.|You didn't know?|- No.
You didn't see my record?|I tell you.
No, I-- I didn't know.
- Bye now.|- Yeah.
ln the middle of a semester?|Are-- Are you moving?
No. I'm pregnant.
And since I'm startin' to show,|they thought it was time, you know?
- Who thought it was time?|- The school. They don't let you|stay there if you're pregnant.
But they told me they have this|really good programme at Clearview|for, like, teenage mothers.
And they teach you stuff like parenting|and nutrition, all kinds of stuff.
So I thought it would|be good for me, you know?
- Yeah.|- Aisle three.
"Degrade first the arts|if you'd mankind degrade."
Hey, that's the spray can poem.
-Hey, hey, what's the code word?|-The code word is "great rides|and great prizes."
I'm keeping it undercover|But comin' soon, I surmises
Does anybody know where, um,|Durrell and Lionel are today?
- Durrell and Lionel.|- No.|- They around.
Yeah, so what's the prize we're|gonna get for learning this poem?
Learning is the prize.
Knowing how to read something|and understand it is the prize.
Okay? Knowing how to think|is the prize.
- I know how to think right now.|- Okay. Well, yeah, well,|you know how to run too.
But not the way you|could run if you trained.
You know, the mind|is like a muscle.
Okay? And if you want it to be really|powerful, you got to work it out. Okay?
Each new fact|gives you another choice.
Each new idea builds|another muscle, okay?
And it's those muscles that are|gonna make you really strong.
Those are your weapons,|and in this unsafe world...
I want to arm you.
- And that's what these poems|are supposed to do?|- Yeah.
Hey, try it. You're just|sittin' here anyway.
Look. Okay.|lf at the end of the term,
you're not faster, stronger|and smarter,
you will have lost nothing.
But if you are,
you'll be that much tougher|to knock down.
So what's "Hire idiots to paint|with cold light and hot shade"?
They're being sarcastic, Raul.
I mean, 'cause you know that light|is supposed to be warm, right?
- And shade is supposed to be what?|- Cold?
Exactly. But if you go|and hire an idiot to do the job,|he's gonna do it backwards.
- Hello.|- There you go.|- Hmm.
Don't make a big fuss|about this, Louanne.
You have to help me. You have|no idea how bright this girl is.
Yes, I do. And there's nothing|I can do about it.
Oh! That just makes me crazy!
What right do these miserable,|self-righteous sons of bitches|from the Board of Education...
have to make a moral judgment|on Callie Roberts?
- Do you know--|- Louanne, there are parents|in the next room.
Look, I don't c--|I'm gonna fight this ruling.
I'm gonna write an open letter|to every newspaper condemning|the entire School Board.
- Oh, you can't do that.|- Why not?
Well, first of all, the Board|has nothing to do with it.
We prefer that these girls go to|the mother-to-be programme at Clearview.
Oh, wait a minute.
You mean this isn't a rule?|You mean this is your preference?
Well, yes.
You mean Callie Roberts is free|to go to any school she wants?
- lncluding this one?|- Unless she's absent|for more than 30 days.
And then she has to wait|until the baby's born|before she can come back here.
But, Louanne, once these girls|have babies, very few of them|come back to school anyway.
I see.
So you make them think|they have to leave.
You just push 'em out a little earlier,|make it a little harder,
make it a little more hopeless.
I do what I have to do...
because it is dangerous to have|a pregnant girl in a classroom.
lt's not a warning, Louanne. I-lt's|prestige, it's stardom, it's attention.
You know, not all these girls|become pregnant by accident.
- Pregnancy is contagious.|- Yep, yep
- lt's all right|- lt's all right
As you may have heard
- Yeah|- To smoke a fat one|- To smoke a fat one
- And drink a 'Bird|- Drink a Thunderbird
- lt's okay|- lt's okay
- To play this loud|- Play it loud
Mister DJ, don't mean|to sweat you down
Who is it?
lt's Louanne Johnson,|Callie's second period teacher.
Um, Callie's getting ready|to go to work.
- Come on in.|- Thank you.
Curiosity killed the cat
- Oh.|- Hi.|- Hi, there.
- What you doing?|- Watching TV.
- What's your name?|- Tyeisha.
- Oh, that's a pretty name.|- She just love her TV.
Why ain't you in bed?|Come here, baby.
Callie? Honey?|Your teacher's here.
- Hi.|- Hi.
I'm sorry to just bust in|on you like this, but I have|the most wonderful news...
and I wanted to come|tell you personally.
You do not have to go|to Clearview.
There is nothing in the rules that says|you can't stay exactly where you are.
But, uh, she already|enrolled in Clearview.
Uh, well, that's all right. She-- that--|But she doesn't have to go there.
Yeah, but Kimboley wants me|to take the mother-to-be programme|at Clearview, you know.
He thought it would be a good|idea if I learned how to take|care of the baby and stuff.
I don't understand.
Do you not want to stay|at Parkmont?
Well, yeah, but I gotta learn how|to take care of us, you know.
I mean, we're getting our own|place and everything, so--
Callie, just don't throw away|all you can become.
Kimboley was so right.|He was so right.
He told me that you'd probably|try to talk me out of this.
You want to know|what else he said?
He said that you probably|don't even like men...
and that you're probably not married|and you don't want anybody else to be.
That's why you're always|in everybody else's life.
Look, I'm not saying|that I agree with him, okay?
Well, Kimboley's wrong.
I was married...
and I was pregnant.
So what happened?
We got divorced...
and I had an abortion.
He beat me.
Well, sometimes|you start out wrong...
and just keep going.
Hey, don't touch me.|Oh, get outta here!
I'll see you.
You took something that|fuckin' belonged to me, ése.
Man, she came to me|with open arms.
Besides, you gotta have|one of these.
You're dead.
As I walk through the valley|of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life|and realize there's nothing left
'Cause I've been blastin'|and laughin' so long
That even my mama thinks|that my mind is gone
I really hate to trip|but I gotta loc
As they croak I see myself|in the pistol smoke
Fool, I'm the kind of "G"|the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night|sayin' prayers in the street light
Been spendin' most their lives|livin' in a gangsta's paradise
- Hey, Miss Johnson.|- Hey!|- Been spendin' most their lives
- Haven't seen you guys in a week.|- Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
Thought maybe you got lost|on your way to class.
I wanted to help you|find your way back.
Get on inside.
Clean up that pigsty of a room.
Hi. I'm Louanne Johnson.|I'm the boys' teacher.
I know who you are.
You're that white-bread bitch|messin' with my babies' minds.
I beg your pardon?
My boys don't go to your school|no more, and that's gonna be it.
- You took 'em out of school?|- You're damn right I did.
I saw what they were bringing|home-- poetry and shit.
A waste of time. They got|more important things to worry about.
Don't you think that finishing high|school will be valuable to their future?
That's not in their future.
I ain't raising no doctors and lawyers|here. They got bills to pay.
Why don't you just|get on outta here.
Go find yourself some other|poor boys to save.
Mama! I could stand|some lemonade.
"lt is easier|to forgive an enemy...
than to forgive a friend.
The man who permits you|to injure him...
deserves your vengeance.
He also will receive it."
Wow, who wrote that?|Some Mafia guy?
You know, let's go on|with this poem tomorrow.
Why don't you-- Take out your work|sheets and do the vocabulary drill.
- Say what?|- Oh, man!|- Man, I don't wanna do no vocabulary.
I don't wanna do|no damn vocabulary.
Then don't.
What do you mean?|You mean I have a choice?
You're not gonna let me get away with|not learnin' my vocabulary, right?
That's right. You have to do|your vocabulary.
Words are thoughts|and we can't think without 'em.
So-- Please?
And so let's just do it, man. She's|gonna be down our back in a minute.
- Whatever. She's grouchy.|- Grouch.
- Thanks, Louanne.|- Grouch, grouch.
Thank you, Louanne.|Such a nice lady, Louanne.
What do I do?|What the fuck you want from me?
Who, my teacher? You think|I'm gonna fuckin' talk to a teacher?
Like they're gonna|really help me, huh? Huh?
Teachers aren't gonna|fuckin' help me, okay?
Miss Johnson! Miss Johnson,|we gotta talk to you.
- There's nothing to talk about, Angela!|- What, are you Superman?
ls your ass bulletproof?|ls that what you think? Tell her!
- Tell her what you're gonna do.|- What is it?
- He's strapped.|- Shut the fuck up!|She don't need to know my business.
ls your business dying? No!
There's this crackhead named Shorty.|He just came out of jail.
He says that I'm his girl and|that Emilio took me from him.
And now he wants to kill Emilio.
Emilio, if this boy is threatening you,|we can go to the police.
Look, this is nothing you|can do anything about.
This guy is looking for me to kill me,|and the only way for me to stop him...
is for me to kill him first.
That's just the way it is,|all right?
Wait, Emilio, wait, wait, wait, wait,|no! Can we-- Can we talk about this?
- Come to my house.|- Yeah, right.
Oh, what?|You're too proud to hide?
lt's better to wander|the streets all night?
- Come on.|- Please?
Please, just go.
Go. Go.
- Can we drop you?|- Just go.
ls this boy your age?
- Yeah.|- Does he go to Parkmont?
I won't tell you who it is.
No, don't.
But if you tell Mr Grandey|about him--
not about his threatening you,|but about his being on crack--
he'll be turned over to the juvenile|court for-- for drug abuse in school.
H-He won't serve hard time,
but by the time he gets out and|he's detoxed, he-- he will have|gotten over trying to kill you.
No, I can't rat on him.
Right. Kill him.|That's better.
you don't understand.
You asked me once how I was|gonna save you from your life.
This is how. This moment.
Right now.
This will make the difference|in your life forever.
- Oh, Mr Grandey.|- ls there a problem, Miss Johnson?
- Shouldn't you be in class?|- Yes, I'm late.
Um, I just wanted to ask.|Did Emilio Ramirez come|to your office this morning?
- Yes.|- Oh, God. Oh, thank God.
- Did you talk to him?|- No, I sent him away.
You-- What do you mean?
- I mean I sent him away.|- Why?
Because he didn't knock,|Miss Johnson.
- Here we are.|- Because he didn't knock?
Yes, Miss Johnson. I'm trying to teach|these children how to live in the world.
And in the world, you just don't|burst into someone's office.
Because he didn't knock?
Damn it!
Uh, Louanne.
Mr Grandey is with the police.
- Yes?|- Um.
They just found Emilio Ramirez|three blocks from the school.
He was shot this morning.
ls he dead?
- He's dead.|- I'm very sorry.
are you going to tell them now?
Do you think that's wise?
Well, uh, perhaps if you talk to them|a little bit about death...
and-- and-- and what it means.
What would you like me to say?
That if you don't want to die,|remember to knock?
- That's not fair.|- What is?
Bad news.
Emilio was shot this morning.
ls he dead?
- Yes, baby, he's dead.|- Oh, no.
Yo! Listen up. Miss Johnson|got something to say!
- Shh.|- Thank you.
I just want to say...
l, uh-- I won't, um--
I will not be here next year.
I'm not coming back.
How come?|ls it something we did?
No. No, no, no. No. Um--
I-l never intended to stay.
Um, this was an unexpected job.
So if you knew you wasn't|gonna stay, how come you made me|promise what I promised?
At that time,|I thought I would stay.
So how come you're leaving?
I just...
have my reasons,|certain reasons.
ls it because it's too sad for you,|what happened to Emilio?
And Durrell and Lionel|and Callie. And I just--
I just think that--
So if you love us so much and you're|so interested in our graduating,
- how come you choose to leave?|- Yeah.
You sad about Durrell and Callie|and Emilio and Lionel, but we're here.
What about us, huh?|None of us make you feel happy?
We been working hard and we stayed|in school, man. What about us?
- Yeah.|- Yeah.
Why are you packing up today|when tomorrow is your last day?
Oh, just gettin' a head start.
Oh, I see.
What you did, when you|gave me the 200 dollars?
That was the nicest thing|anybody ever did for me.
I don't know anybody else|who would give 200 dollars...
to a Mexican kid|on his word of honour.
S-So you gotta let me|pay you back.
Even if I don't graduate,|all right?
Why wouldn't you graduate?
Ain't no other teacher|gonna give me no "A."
Yes, they will, if you work for them|the way you worked for me.
No, but it was different with you.|You gave me an "A" to start with.
- I didn't have to earn it.|I just had to keep it.|- Are you kidding?
Keeping an "A" is harder than getting an|"A." Almost anyone can get an "A" once.
But keeping it,|that's an accomplishment.
- You think so?|- Oh, I know so.
Do you realize the work|you did this term?
Do you realize that|the poetry that we read...
is given to people in college?
- ln college.|- These same poems?
- Yes.|- But they weren't even so hard.
So, you see?
Keep working.
You'll graduate.
I might even see you|in college.
What do you think?
I feel so bad about leaving|I can hardly breathe.
I know, but-- Oh, what the hell.|You're right.
You gotta be crazy to stay here|and teach these programme classes.
There's no money.|lt's killer work.
Why do you stay?
Why do I smoke?|I'm crazy.
You need any more help?
No. Thanks.|I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah. Bye.
This is the life
Everyone has to be somewhere
I am here
This is the life
This is the life
'Cause this is my life
This is my life
Well. Welcome back.
This is the 29th day,|the last day I have to come back.
So, am I still okay|for next term?
Did, uh,
did you come back because|it was your last day or did somebody...
ask you to come today|to talk me into staying?
Well, it was both, really.
See, 'cause I wasn't really sure|what I wanted to do...
until I heard that you|were leaving and--
'Cause up until then,|I don't know, I thought...
that you'd always be here|for me, you know.
You know, whenever I came back.
But then Raul tells me|that you're leaving...
just like that.
And I realized that this|was my last chance.
And I decided--
We decided that...
we're not gonna just|let you leave like that.
Yeah, we realized|like the poem said:
You can't give in.
"You can't go gentle.
- You got to rage against|the dying of the light."|- Yeah.
Yeah, you gotta go for yours.|You know that, right?
- Yeah.|- You gotta kick it in and get it up.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.|No, no. Wait, wait. I'm not giving in.
Um, this is my choice.
I have no reason to "rage|against the dying of the light."
'Cause you're not the one who's raging.|We're the ones who are raging.
See, 'cause we see you|as being our light.
- What?|- You're our Tambourine Man.
- Oh, I'm your drug dealer?|- You got the stuff, Miss J?
You're our teacher. You got|what we need. lt's the same thing.
Come on, Miss J. All the poems|you taught us say you can't give in.
You can't give up.
- Well, we ain't giving you up.|- No way.
Now, listen, baby, we gonna have to|tie you down to the chair and gag you...
'cause you know|we want you to stay.
What you need to stay, girl?|You want a candy bar?
Okay, on the left and on the right,|a "Louanne, Louanne." Uh, here we go.
Louanne, Louanne,|Louanne, Louanne.
- Louanne, Louanne, Louanne, Louanne.|- Come on!
Louanne, Louanne,|Louanne, Louanne.
- You have to go first.|- I don't want to go first.|- Come on. You have to.
Ready? You go like this. Go.
- lt go like this.|- This how you do it.
Go, Louanne. Go, Louanne.|Go, Louanne. Go, Louanne.
Go, Louanne. Go, Louanne.|Go, Louanne.
Let me see.
- Excuse me.|- Are you okay?|- Yeah.
- You want to sign my book?|- Yeah, I'll sign your book.
How'd they get you|to come back?
They gave me candy|and called me "the light."
That'll do it.
I won't do you wrong
I'll do you right
You can roll with me|for the rest of the night
No need to fuss|'cause I don't wanna joke
Baby, sit right here|and let the chronic smoke
So hang around, love
And give it up
'Cause all the real "G"s|know what I'm thinkin' of
'Cause you wanna be down, down|so give it up
There's a party over here|So, baby, show your love
'Cause I got the gin and juice|Yeah
- You know that, you know that|- I got the gin and juice
'Cause I got the gin and juice|Yeah
- I got the, I got the gin and juice|- Yeah
- I got the answer|- 'Cause I got the gin and juice
As I walk through the valley|of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life|and realize there's nothing left
'Cause I've been blastin'|and laughin' so long
That even my mama thinks|that my mind is gone
I really hate to trip|but I gotta loc
As they croak I see myself|in the pistol smoke
Fool, I'm the kind of "G"|the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night|Sayin' prayers in the street light
Been spending most their lives|livin' in a gangsta's paradise
Been spending most their lives|livin' in a gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives|livin' in a gangsta's paradise
You spent so many nights|in heat
- And out of control|- Like that
Waiting impatiently to see
- What's under my clothes|- Like that
I just wanna take time|to get right into the point
Now you got your choice, girl
- To come and rock this funky joint|- Like that
Don't you take too long, baby
I'll be waitin' here|for you, baby, baby
Here's a gift|to you from me
Just you wait and see|lt's the curiosity
- lt's the curiosity|- Curiosity
- Do you wanna feel my body|- Like that
Girl, all night long, yeah
lt's the curiosity
- Why not now|- Oh, yeah
- Oh, yeah|- lt's the curiosity
For you, for me
lt's the curiosity
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