Class of 1999 II: The Substitute

BEND - OREGON Monday 09:50.

Excuse me, I am the new deputy. Where can I find Mr. Praise, director?

Thank you.

Help.

Help me.

Help.

ZAMENIK.

Scroll.

That's right.

What are you doing here? Why are not you teaching?

You do not know this, because you're deputy.

Today we have no teaching. She's been disbanded.

Who is your teacher? Why are not you teaching today?

Our teaching is dissolved. Should I speak to you?

R. A. S... something.

Read this instead.

Now you're dissolved. Thank you very much thank you.

The enemy is before me, around me, I have no fear again.

My mission is order, death is my mission.

Get him!

Nicely. It looks better now.

Let him feel welcome. This is your last warning.

And now I ask you to go to school.

They just went to school. Are not you, gentlemen? -Yes.

This is Gordon Di Ash, a special department for the Ministry of Education.

After 2 years of intensive search, the subject is finally located.

The situation arose when Professor Bob Forest planned the installation

military androids as special teachers, who would teach in the worst schools.

And to use force if necessary.

Forest programmed the android

with his twisted discipline.

He turned them into bloodthirsty killers.

Androids watched the students as hostile.

It was assumed that all android were destroyed by their opiate creator.

Yes.

What are we waiting for? One deputy, goddamn idiot!

We'll give him something he will not forget.

The rules of the school are not to confront students, Bolena.

Damn it! You must not fight students.

First incident with Ray Kane, now this. Discipline is needed because of the order.

Order is needed to prevent anarchy.

Find a little reality here, Bolene.

President Clinton worked well on the school system.

I have to suspend you.

For some reason, your summary has not been compiled completely.

I need more information about you...

You heard that? Not me. You're paranoid.

What's happening, man?

I'm wondering if Mr. Terminator bulletproof.

Throw it out!

Now, teaching is disbanded, gentlemen.

Evidence suggests that the unit was left in a bunker.

He goes freely and continues to kill.

No pictures of this unit.

It is therefore difficult to solve this situation.

The last traces are promising.

MILITARY MUSEUM-TENNES.

Attention, classes start in 5 minutes.

Students wandering in the hallway will be detained after school...

MONROVIL-KALIFORNIJA Wednesday 08:55.

That cat, she scratched me once.

How are you, Miss McKenzie?

Sanderse, you're suspended. What are you doing there?

You should not be at school.

I have to follow my homework.

When do we do it, how about me to educate me a little?

This morning you looked so good in these tight running helmets.

Sanderse, I'm not afraid of you. Not? Not.

Get the fuck out of here!

The parking lot is not my style.

You got a style? I would not say. What a fucking satirical mood.

Yes. That's how I got it. Fuck you!

Little satirical return.

What's up with you? The smell of morning testosterone.

What should I do? I'm standing and watching how he abuses you?

They will not hurt me, Emte. Senders are not stupid. -I do not know...

That's a strange guy.

Here we go.

Come on.

Where is Mr. Reese?

Sit down.

I said, sit and sit down until your teacher comes!

Sit right now!

My name is John Bolan. I'm changing Mr. Risa.

We're all fuckin 'delighted.

I did not say anything.

Who are you? Surname and name. -Denis Til... no. Tiler Denis, I guess.

I do not know how you behaved before.

From now on, the guys will act like gentlemen.

A girl... They'll fuck us later.

I expect you to do your homework nice, neatly, and deliver it in time.

Who did that?

Well, the book is mine, but I did not do it.

Mr. Tyler, please contact the director, immediately.

Open the books of the economy and read the collapse of the Japanese...

STAIRS.

Everything is ready for the weekend? Yes, Did not Emet tell you?

I'm just checking your plans.

Just what...

Honey, Mr. Baltmen thinks that maybe...

Come on, say it. I have a class.

Did you see what happened in the Hall of Fiction?

Broken glass windows, graffiti with your name and it's not very nice.

So...

Now I'm guilty of vandalism?

Think well about Monday's testimony against Sanders.

It influences your lecture.

The students think you're accusing Sanders of something you just saw.

He put his hand in his pocket, pulled the pistol, and shot another accidentally.

And you want me to forget about it!

You just claim that it was not an accident.

I was the only one to see how he aimed the gun.

I...

I can not believe how Sanders is manipulative.

I see that this can overcome our head because of you.

The police have no evidence to hold him.

Everyone in the city thinks this was a tragic accident.

This is stupid. I do not have to justify myself to you or anyone else.

I saw what I saw.

A bit of common sense and cooperation, you'd be fine.

Especially when your review is closer.

Jesus, thank you for your support.

See you later. Honey.

You like to torture people?

You hit me in the face, son of a bitch.

I'm sorry. I was going to do this.

Sadistic behavior is unacceptable.

Especially when you do not know how to do it right.

I'm sorry!

Please! I did not mean to do that!

Help!

I sent a student to the director. I do not know what he did on the roof.

OK thanks.

Maybe I'll come back with more questions, but it seems like an unfortunate case.

I found drugs with him.

Drugs? - Yes. He's probably super-hero like a dragon.

Just a way to die.

But again, it was not a smart thing, was it?

I was glad.

You were in special units? Not.

There is a younger group that will train in the event that you...

interested. Or not.

CLOSE PAINTBALL GAMES.

May I join you?

If I eat that, I would...

I'm wasting fuel. Almost nuclear.

I...

I wanted to explain to you about today's event.

You probably already heard about this trial.

Perhaps everyone is entitled to do that I should not be able to testify.

No they are not.

If you allow the students to dominate, the result is anarchy.

Anyone who says you do not testify is mistaken.

- Just like that? - Yes.

You're in charge of controlling the patchball of this weekend? - Yes.

My friend Emet Grayser is the owner of the land.

- That was his idea. - Well...

I'd like to help you if you like, as long as I'm here.

Great. Of course.

You're more than welcome.

Do you have military experience?

- A little bit. - Then...

- You're from here? - Not.

You taught in the nearby places? Not.

OK.

Come to me later for information.

If I understood correctly, those battle androids,

They also used mass murder.

They switched to the next lesson.

Janet, do not be angry.

Baltman introduced me to this when I went to talk about this weekend.

He threatened you with a temporary resignation, if you do not quarrel with me?

I did not... Or support me or not.

What will it be? I said I would.

You said, but you do not It's so.

This hardly fails me without our fight. I know, damn it!

Someone reminded me that this is right for me to do it.

That's why I want to know which side you are on?

You are right. I should have sent him in my mother's ward.

It would not be the first time.

I would probably give you a permanent resignation.

Like when we were at school.

I do not know why you like it.

You are a teacher, I barely graduated.

You read classics, I read comics.

But you are all in the world. You know that, do not you?

You like me because you have it good-hearted heart.

And because you're not scared to admit, when you're wrong.

It's a very sexy quality.

And you have a sexy ass all over Sacramento, cowboy.

It was sacked by military programs. To take over an enemy camp.

Tests protection and eliminates enemies.

It's an unstable unit.

It's dangerous to stop them. Especially if they are programmed to kill.

Ash, it's signing out.

Thursday, 6:00.

What a cat!

Sanders said we need to get to know each other better.

I'd like to help you.

But these gangsters do not let me. Help. Help.