187 (One Eight Seven) (One Eight Seven)

All right, let's go, people! One minute before tardy lockdown!

Let's go! Everybody move inside!

Good morning.

Let's go! Let her go!

No smoking! I don't smoke, you don't smoke!

Let's go, people! Today's a good day to learn.

Watch yourselves!

No riding bikes in the hallways, stupid!

Coming through!

You late, Garfield. You late!

Au contraire, my homeboy. The bell hasn't rung yet.

- You is a crazy nigga, G. - Very true, man.

Thank you very much for sharing that. Let's go.

You two, please. This is not the Playboy Channel.

Good morning, one and all. Let's get started, please.

August, Tywan, would you pass out the book?

What up with your car?

Your Pinto with the 8-track blew up?

Attention, please!

I'm sure some of you are wondering why I brought this bicycle to class.

Excuse me. Grasshopper?

Thank you.

The purpose of the bike...

...is to demonstrate centripetal force...

...the opposite of the force we studied yesterday...

...which was...?

Centrifugal force.

I thought I'd demonstrate.

Tywan?

Would you come up here and help me, please?

Yo, what up?

Go see what your daddy want.

Here you go.

Brace these handlebars behind your knees.

Sit.

Crank the pedals. Get that wheel going...

...about 180 rpm.

- What's up with this? - Come on!

Put some muscle into it. Come on!

It's crazy, man. Got a nigger riding a bike going nowhere.

Bear with me. You'll see.

Harder!

Harder!

Come on, T, get playing!

Tilt the wheel to your right.

Right?

Augie, check me out! Know what I'm saying?

Tywan! Tywan!

Spinning like a motherfucker! You know what I mean?

Spin like a nut!

What's my name?

Walter, I need to talk.

I'm pretty busy now. What is it?

Open it.

I don't suppose this kid cares about our budget crisis.

Have the textbook room charge him for it.

That says 187. That's the police code for homicide.

I know what it stands for.

The kid probably heard it in a rap song. Means nothing.

The book belongs to Dennis Broadway. He's a known gangster.

Garfield, if I had a dollar for every time a student threatened faculty...

Did you tell Dennis he was getting a fail from me?

I have legal access to those files.

He's a transfer from Nixon, isn't he?

If he gets through this semester, he gets to go back to Nixon.

He blew his opportunity. Now he has to live with the consequences.

I don't think he wants to live with the consequences. He wants me dead.

Relax. This has nothing to do with you.

I should've been told, Walter.

You know what your problem is?

On the one hand, you think someone's trying to kill you.

On the other hand, you believe kids are paying attention in your classes.

Call 911!

Morning.

Mr. Garfield, this is the Sub Unit. Are you available for work?

Sure.

There's a science class at John Quincy Adams.

It's a four-day assignment. The teacher's name is Eskander.

All right. Thank you.

If you’re listening, God...

... please help me today.

Please give me a chance to do my job...

... which you put me here to do in the first place.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change...

... the courage to change the things I can...

... and the wisdom to know the difference.

It's me, Trevor, God.

Amen.

Baseball cap, give it up.

Hold, please.

- I'm a substitute. - Card?

You want the main office down the hall. Check in with Mrs. Ford.

Excuse me?

Could you tell me where Bungalow 86 is?

Next to the parking lot. Last bungalow on the left.

Good luck.

I can't even read that shit!

Look at that!

Morning.

Before I take the roll, I'd like to make a point.

"Farfie"? What up, Farfie?

It's not important who or what "Farfie" is.

The point I'd like to make is...

...anyone here can be a scientist.

What's he talking about?

A scientist is like a detective.

He investigates data he doesn't understand...

...by scratching the surface...

...so he can see what's underneath.

Things like this.

No, watch!

What...

...did...

...Glis pimp?

Where does your teacher keep the chalk?

In the desk.

Can I help you?

Sorry I'm late. I had to handle something. You a sub?

For Ms. Eskander. Science.

Eskander?

Well, this is Dave Childress. American History.

I don't know how to break it to you, Mr... Garfield?

This is Bungalow 84. You want Bungalow 86.

It's not your fault.

You must've zagged when you should've zigged.

Somebody stole the number. I keep asking Garcia to fix it...

...but all I get is nada.

Eskander? Come here.

See this mess over here?

That's Eskander.

It's not real.

We're studying teen-parenting in Home Ec.

It's computerized, so it cries and shit.

How'd those books get outside?

No speak inglés.

Speak Spanish, Mr...?

Garfield.

My name's Garfield.

Speak Spanish, Mr. G?

You know what that means when a homeboy calls you "G"?

It means "gangster," ese.

You a gangster, maestro?

No.

I'm not a gangster.

Would you do me a favor and please go out there and pick up those books?

I ain't picking that shit up!

You pick it up.

What's your name?

What is your name?

Cesar Chavez.

Don't you recognize me?

Do you see this?

See, I'm already on house arrest.

- There's nothing you can do to me. - Straight up, dog!

I'm out of here.

Could you have a seat?

Guys?

Mr. G, those guys that just walked out aren't even in here this period.

And this fool's name is Benny Chacon.

Shut your mouth, hood rat.

- Schoolgirl bitch. - That's enough!

You ain't no real teacher, fool. You're nothing but a sub.

Why do you wear that rosary?

To put God on me, okay?

So why don't you go read your newspaper, wannabe motherfucker.

Are you done?

Give me a referral and shut up.

For future reference...

...anyone who disrupts a class...

...is subject to disciplinary action.

This classroom is our sanctuary.

Yours and mine.

Respect it.

And for your information...

...I am a real teacher.

Whatever you say, Opie.

Who'd like to help me pick up those books?

What the hell's happening, little sister?

How goes the battle?

Did you...

...get your "binky marsden farfied"?

You want some advice?

First one of these homeboys who gives you the slightest bit of shit...

...you march his ass down to Larry Hyland. He's their counselor.

Because you gotta sacrifice one of them.

Show them some balls. Let them know who's boss.

And don't look to the administration for support.

They haven't been in a classroom. They don't know shit.

Look at me.

I got tenure and I'm still in the damn bungalows.

I should be in the "A" building in one of the air-conditioned rooms.

You met Garcia yet?

Our principal?

Hey, Dave.

Ellen Henry. Computer science.

Trevor Garfield.

Nice scar you got there.

You ever sub here before?

No. First time.

What about permanent?