Parker Lewis Can't Lose (1990–1993): Season 2, Episode 14 - Tower of Power - full transcript
In High School Parker Lewis can overcome anything it would seem. That is before the wraith of the teacher from hell, "Mr. Tower". Mercilous Mr. Tower doesn't tolerate insubordination in his students and his students fear him. Park...
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PARK
PARKER
95%
95% of
95% of w
95% of wha
95% of what
95% of what yo
95% of what you
95% of what you le
95% of what you lear
95% of what you learn
95% of what you learn in
95% of what you learn in h
95% of what you learn in hig
95% of what you learn in high
95% of what you learn in high sc
95% of what you learn
in high scho
95% of what you learn
in high school
95% of what you learn
in high school,
you learn from your friends,
parents or MTV.
Now, for the other 5%, they
cram your whole day up
with classes.
At Santo Domingo High,
there is one
class more heinous than PE,
more hideous than physics,
more horrific than calculus.
Question.
The sociopolitical precursors
to McCarthyism in the '50s
were reminiscent
of those surrounding
alien and sedition hysteria
in 1798.
Elaborate please, Miss Crumb.
American history
with Mr. Tower.
Every school's
got one of these cyborgs.
- Now I've got him.
- So why am I so happy?
Because in 37 seconds,
it's lunch,
and I'll be up close
and personal with Annie Sloan.
And that isn't enough time
for another...
Question.
The name given to the threat
of communism
that would later
become ingrained
in popular American culture?
Answer please, Mr.
Lewis.
Um, the question was?
Already stated, Mr. Lewis.
Would you care to enlighten us
with an answer?
Yes! Saved by...
The bell, Mr. Lewis, has
no meaning in my classroom.
And since you failed
to answer the question,
the entire class
shall do it for you.
In writing. One page.
Right now.
The red menace, you fool.
So, boys,
how's every little thing?
Enough, with the pleasantries.
I need your help with the
Surplus Money Operating Group.
SMOG?
In one week they will award
a substantial bonus to
the most promising school
in the district.
I am that school.
And to prove that fact,
I'd like you to make
a little documentary.
- Hmm?
- -It's like a rockumentary, sir,
except without the music.
A day in the life
of Santo Domingo.
I want that committee to see
a school so joyous,
so well managed,
so deserving
that they have no choice
but to award us that bonus.
Take a moment.
Babes!
We'll do it.
Oh, good.
Come on, Frank.
The key to the
video equipment room.
Musso's orders. Cough it up.
A time commitment of this sort
is rather foolhardy,
wouldn't you say?
Especially in light of your
barely adequate performance
in Tower's class.
What is it with you
and this class, Lemmer?
Tower is a god.
And I am his subject.
A Lemmer learns
from history, Lewis.
He absorbs it, he digests it.
He spits it up
and then swallows it again.
Question.
Early in the decade,
an attempt was made,
in congress,
to discredit McCarthy.
Who was responsible?
And what was the result?
Answer, Miss Roth.
- President Eisenhower...
- Incorrect!
Mr. Lemmer.
The attempt was made
by a senate committee under
Miller Tydings of Maryland.
It's reported on July 17th,
1950, at 2:35 PM,
that McCarthy's charges
were untrue.
Insufficient detail!
Ah, Mr. Lewis.
So good of you to join us.
Would you like to share
your knowledge on this subject
with us?
Um.
Do you prefer not to answer
the question, Mr. Lewis?
I can conclude,
from Mr. Lewis' silence,
that this whole class
is slacking.
Therefore, I'm assigning
a test this Friday.
Covering everything we have
discussed to date.
Every fact!
Every figure!
Every person!
So, study, people!
Because this will count
for half your semester grade.
Unless, of course,
Mr. Lewis can suggest
an alternative.
No, sir.
That should just about do it.
Reality check.
Five days to study 183 years
of American civilization
for Tower's test.
If I learn three years
every hour, I should be
in pretty good shape.
Assuming I don't eat,
sleep, or go to the bathroom.
Here's a copy for the
Musso-mentary.
Now, we're getting an
oral history from
the librarian at 10:00.
And then, Coach Phillips is
opening up the football
archive this afternoon.
- I got 'em, Park.
- The Scorsese marathon at the Cineplex tonight.
- Blood and pasta?
- Be there or be single.
Later.
Tower is
boning my life, liberty and
pursuit of Annie Sloan.
Time to see the man.
Synchronize Swatch.
Teachers' lounge,
the final frontier.
My mission? To boldly go where
no student has gone before.
Teachers? Not a problem.
Careful, Park.
Check that door for heat.
Yeah, right.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Ahh!
I guess this explains
Miss Mosely's 5th period
tan lines,
and all those cabana boys
running through the halls.
Canapes?
Ooh, don't mind if I do.
I'll just
state my case honestly.
Miss Musso asked me to do
a special project
that prevents me from focusing
my full attention on the test.
He's got to have
some scrap of fairness.
After all, he is human.
Mr. Tower, I can't take
your test on Friday.
I have a previous commitment
with Miss Musso.
I see. Well, which came first?
Your previous commitment,
or your enrollment in my class?
- My enrollment in your class, but...
- -Fine.
Then, what you're saying,
Mr. Lewis,
is that your obligation
to my class takes precedence.
Uh... Look, Mr. Tower, I'm not
trying to jerk you around.
The library closes at 5:00.
Tower is a clever guy.
He's challenging me to choose
between the test
and having a life.
I accept his challenge.
I choose both.
And since they put
the sneeze guard
on the salad bar,
my life's been
a little slice of heaven.
Miss Hamilton,
in your 25 years
as head spatula...
How did the Supreme Court
decide in the case of
Brown v. Board of Education,
May 17th, 1954?
Mr. Brown the gym teacher?
Jer, take the mic.
Park, I think you need
a little downtime.
Take over, Jer.
This is Santo Domingo.
All right, Frank,
weekly expulsion report, please.
Spit it out, Frank.
Frank, I have plans
for the turn of the century.
Will you shut your trap
for a minute so I can think!
Miss Musso, I'm so ashamed!
It's Mr. Tower.
He's making my life
a living hell.
I shall be forever damned
for raising my voice to you.
There, there, Frank.
Mr. Tower has a
marvelous reputation.
Well, he's practically
an institution
in this institution.
Yes, you're absolutely right.
If you'll excuse me,
I have a test to take.
- Eisenhower, 442 electoral votes.
- Stevenson, 89!
Smith Act, overruled, 1957.
Blood goes to the lungs
from the right ventricle by
way of the pulmonary artery.
He's coming.
It's just a test.
One grade mixed into
a whole transcript.
- I'm in control.
- I'm responsible.
I'm totally unprepared.
I'm out of here!
One amnesia burger
on a sesame seed bun.
Just the thing I need
to forget about the test.
Sit back, chow down, relax.
Stress can kill you.
I'm saving my life.
Yahoo!
Ah, test, finally over.
Must wash feet now.
What a load off my shoulders.
I'm free.
I'm free! Do you hear?
Oh, my god, Tower.
I feel like Wile E. Coyote
just before the boulder hits.
I'm dead.
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.
Mr. Lewis.
Is it my imagination
or did you come to the test
dressed as an empty chair?
Mr. Tower, I'm sorry.
I was here finishing breakfast
when, ah...
Nick's brother called.
The guy was in trouble
and Nick had to go.
There was no one here
to cover, so...
I didn't want him
to lose his job and
I offered to stay.
Is this true?
Nope, not a word.
Sorry, Park.
Mr. Lewis
as of this moment, you are on
academic probation.
You'll write a 30-page report.
And you'll spend every day
this week in study hall.
That should give you
ample time to consider
your behavior.
Time which you need
because you're a hair's
breadth away from expulsion.
The last time I was
in this deep I, I...
I've never been in this deep!
- I don't get it.
- Nick always backs me up.
And now he bones me
in the clutch.
What's the big deal?
One little lie.
You must be under
some serious pressure
if you ask me to lie for you.
Because the Parker Lewis
I know wouldn't do that unless
things were really bad off.
The people of study hall.
Call them slackers.
Call them malcontents.
Call them Parker Lewis.
Mr. Lewis!
- Sorry, man.
- Forgot your academic probation starts today.
How's the paper?
4,953 more words and it's done.
What happened to
the good old days?
You know,
Parker Lewis can't lose?
Sorry, sir, I don't get cable.
So, how's the documentary going?
Hey, I've got this
great angle on the drama...
It's coolness, Park.
Jer and I have it under control.
Just jam on the paper.
Education first, sir.
Great job, Park.
I ditched the test,
ditched Annie,
ditched my buds,
and now I'm trapped
in study hell.
Uh, hall.
With 19 pages left to write.
I feel completely alone.
I wish I was completely alone.
Frank, don't tell me,
you're recruiting for
detention hall?
If you must know, Lewis.
- I did not perform up to full Lemmerian capacity on Mr.
- Tower's exam,
and therefore must
bide my time amongst you
lesser beings
for the duration of the week.
You failed the test?
All right, yes!
I failed!
I'm the first Lemmer
in history ever to tarnish
the family name.
If I don't do well on this
paper I'll be the first Lemmer
forced to attend a...
Liberal arts college.
Academic probation, day one
and Lemmer's already on his
way to Tower burnout.
I won't let this happen to me.
Then again, maybe I will.
Stop it!
This is a hallway.
Between these stark,
confining walls
students discuss more
than academics.
They discuss their very lives.
Well... Ahhh!
Shelly Lewis.
No relation to Parker Lewis.
I love Santo Domingo.
It's a great place to learn,
meet people.
And where else can you get
exclusive photos
of certain students
playing house with their
Jetson dolls?
Cut!
Lionel, I see you've got them
under control.
Be sure and leave me
their carcasses.
I need something to pick over.
My aim is not to
break them, Grace.
- It's to educate them.
- Good.
Frank, I'll expect high marks
on this paper tomorrow.
Yes, Miss Musso.
Lewis.
Frank.
You're not done?
Essentially. All I have left
to do is proofread.
It's fine.
Mr. Lemmer!
- I'm curious, what reason does a man in your position have to be talking?
- Hmm?
None, sir?
That's what I thought.
I hate that man.
I hate history,
and I even hate, god help me,
Senator Joseph McCarthy.
Frank, get a grip.
Tower pushes buttons in me
I didn't even know I had.
I mean, look at me.
I'm not eating,
I'm not sleeping,
I'm talking to you.
What's he doing to me?
It's not Tower, it's you.
Frank, you're
the smartest guy in class.
You think so?
- Look, forget about Tower.
- Forget about the Lemmer legacy.
Just do it for yourself.
Lewis,
are you now,
or have you ever been,
afraid?
I just fake it better.
Garraty's essay on the Cold War.
You might want to look at it
if you haven't already.
Great.
I found this transcript
of the senate hearings.
It might help you out.
Thanks, Frank.
It's, ah, it's cool-ness.
In 24 hours I managed
to eat three number 2 pencils,
two number 3 pencils,
one mechanical pencil,
and write an
entire history paper.
Mr. Tower?
One history paper,
laser printed and on time.
Mr. Tower,
I want to thank you.
Writing this paper has
brought me new
appreciation of the
complexities of
Senator Joseph McCarthy.
This experience has been
one of true discovery.
This paper was to be footnoted
with a bibliography.
It is unacceptable.
Unacceptable?
All right, take it easy, Parker.
Just sit down and let it go.
Mr. Lewis, is there something
you wish to say to the class?
No, sir.
There's something
I want to say to you.
My office, now.
Would you care to explain
your behavior?
If you're ready to hear it.
I'll brace myself.
Where do you draw the line?
You just don't know
when to back off.
You know more than I
about shaping
the teenage mind?
Shaping it?
You're crushing it.
- Frank Lemmer loved history.
- He even liked you.
And now he never wants to
look at another history book
for the rest of his life.
Nice job.
- I had no idea you were such an expert on education, Mr.
- Lewis.
If you'd stop acting like
such a hard ass all the time
and start treating us like
human beings,
maybe you'd appreciate
the value of an education.
In light of your
recent performance,
I hardly think you're in
any position to judge.
Look, I've pulled a lot of crap
and you nailed me.
You were right,
but Frank's demolished
I'm just saying,
try and see it from his side.
You finished, Mr. Lewis?
Yeah.
Looks that way.
Question.
The events leading to the 1954
army McCarthy hearings?
Answer please, Miss Bicks.
They say,
"History repeats itself."
And I believe it.
The Tower will keep on
pushing kids until they
fall over.
People don't change.
Life lesson learned.
- Fine.
- I'd like to review the Supreme Court's reaction to this decision.
Particularly...-
Class dismissed.
This is a trick.
Right, dude?
Of course, if you'd prefer
a surprise test?
Mr. Lemmer!
I'm sure your
genuine affection for history
has brought this up to
your usual high standards.
In future I'd like to see
some footnotes.
This will be fine, for now.
Mr. Lewis.
Mr. Tower.
This is high school.
Exhilarating, enlightening,
often times, brutal.
How do you sum up a place
like Santo Domingo?
For each person,
a different story.
All in one way or another,
a bit changed
for having trod these halls.
Jerry's right.
I'm sure Tower's learned
terrorism isn't the only way
to teach.
I know I've learned that
talking your way out of work
can be twice as hard as
doing it in the first place.
And Frank Lemmer found
a part of himself
I've never seen before.
Vulnerable, caring, even human.
Maybe I'm getting a little
carried away.
Mr. Lewis? Mr. Randall?
Mr. Phillips? Hello?
PARK
PARKER
95%
95% of
95% of w
95% of wha
95% of what
95% of what yo
95% of what you
95% of what you le
95% of what you lear
95% of what you learn
95% of what you learn in
95% of what you learn in h
95% of what you learn in hig
95% of what you learn in high
95% of what you learn in high sc
95% of what you learn
in high scho
95% of what you learn
in high school
95% of what you learn
in high school,
you learn from your friends,
parents or MTV.
Now, for the other 5%, they
cram your whole day up
with classes.
At Santo Domingo High,
there is one
class more heinous than PE,
more hideous than physics,
more horrific than calculus.
Question.
The sociopolitical precursors
to McCarthyism in the '50s
were reminiscent
of those surrounding
alien and sedition hysteria
in 1798.
Elaborate please, Miss Crumb.
American history
with Mr. Tower.
Every school's
got one of these cyborgs.
- Now I've got him.
- So why am I so happy?
Because in 37 seconds,
it's lunch,
and I'll be up close
and personal with Annie Sloan.
And that isn't enough time
for another...
Question.
The name given to the threat
of communism
that would later
become ingrained
in popular American culture?
Answer please, Mr.
Lewis.
Um, the question was?
Already stated, Mr. Lewis.
Would you care to enlighten us
with an answer?
Yes! Saved by...
The bell, Mr. Lewis, has
no meaning in my classroom.
And since you failed
to answer the question,
the entire class
shall do it for you.
In writing. One page.
Right now.
The red menace, you fool.
So, boys,
how's every little thing?
Enough, with the pleasantries.
I need your help with the
Surplus Money Operating Group.
SMOG?
In one week they will award
a substantial bonus to
the most promising school
in the district.
I am that school.
And to prove that fact,
I'd like you to make
a little documentary.
- Hmm?
- -It's like a rockumentary, sir,
except without the music.
A day in the life
of Santo Domingo.
I want that committee to see
a school so joyous,
so well managed,
so deserving
that they have no choice
but to award us that bonus.
Take a moment.
Babes!
We'll do it.
Oh, good.
Come on, Frank.
The key to the
video equipment room.
Musso's orders. Cough it up.
A time commitment of this sort
is rather foolhardy,
wouldn't you say?
Especially in light of your
barely adequate performance
in Tower's class.
What is it with you
and this class, Lemmer?
Tower is a god.
And I am his subject.
A Lemmer learns
from history, Lewis.
He absorbs it, he digests it.
He spits it up
and then swallows it again.
Question.
Early in the decade,
an attempt was made,
in congress,
to discredit McCarthy.
Who was responsible?
And what was the result?
Answer, Miss Roth.
- President Eisenhower...
- Incorrect!
Mr. Lemmer.
The attempt was made
by a senate committee under
Miller Tydings of Maryland.
It's reported on July 17th,
1950, at 2:35 PM,
that McCarthy's charges
were untrue.
Insufficient detail!
Ah, Mr. Lewis.
So good of you to join us.
Would you like to share
your knowledge on this subject
with us?
Um.
Do you prefer not to answer
the question, Mr. Lewis?
I can conclude,
from Mr. Lewis' silence,
that this whole class
is slacking.
Therefore, I'm assigning
a test this Friday.
Covering everything we have
discussed to date.
Every fact!
Every figure!
Every person!
So, study, people!
Because this will count
for half your semester grade.
Unless, of course,
Mr. Lewis can suggest
an alternative.
No, sir.
That should just about do it.
Reality check.
Five days to study 183 years
of American civilization
for Tower's test.
If I learn three years
every hour, I should be
in pretty good shape.
Assuming I don't eat,
sleep, or go to the bathroom.
Here's a copy for the
Musso-mentary.
Now, we're getting an
oral history from
the librarian at 10:00.
And then, Coach Phillips is
opening up the football
archive this afternoon.
- I got 'em, Park.
- The Scorsese marathon at the Cineplex tonight.
- Blood and pasta?
- Be there or be single.
Later.
Tower is
boning my life, liberty and
pursuit of Annie Sloan.
Time to see the man.
Synchronize Swatch.
Teachers' lounge,
the final frontier.
My mission? To boldly go where
no student has gone before.
Teachers? Not a problem.
Careful, Park.
Check that door for heat.
Yeah, right.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Ahh!
I guess this explains
Miss Mosely's 5th period
tan lines,
and all those cabana boys
running through the halls.
Canapes?
Ooh, don't mind if I do.
I'll just
state my case honestly.
Miss Musso asked me to do
a special project
that prevents me from focusing
my full attention on the test.
He's got to have
some scrap of fairness.
After all, he is human.
Mr. Tower, I can't take
your test on Friday.
I have a previous commitment
with Miss Musso.
I see. Well, which came first?
Your previous commitment,
or your enrollment in my class?
- My enrollment in your class, but...
- -Fine.
Then, what you're saying,
Mr. Lewis,
is that your obligation
to my class takes precedence.
Uh... Look, Mr. Tower, I'm not
trying to jerk you around.
The library closes at 5:00.
Tower is a clever guy.
He's challenging me to choose
between the test
and having a life.
I accept his challenge.
I choose both.
And since they put
the sneeze guard
on the salad bar,
my life's been
a little slice of heaven.
Miss Hamilton,
in your 25 years
as head spatula...
How did the Supreme Court
decide in the case of
Brown v. Board of Education,
May 17th, 1954?
Mr. Brown the gym teacher?
Jer, take the mic.
Park, I think you need
a little downtime.
Take over, Jer.
This is Santo Domingo.
All right, Frank,
weekly expulsion report, please.
Spit it out, Frank.
Frank, I have plans
for the turn of the century.
Will you shut your trap
for a minute so I can think!
Miss Musso, I'm so ashamed!
It's Mr. Tower.
He's making my life
a living hell.
I shall be forever damned
for raising my voice to you.
There, there, Frank.
Mr. Tower has a
marvelous reputation.
Well, he's practically
an institution
in this institution.
Yes, you're absolutely right.
If you'll excuse me,
I have a test to take.
- Eisenhower, 442 electoral votes.
- Stevenson, 89!
Smith Act, overruled, 1957.
Blood goes to the lungs
from the right ventricle by
way of the pulmonary artery.
He's coming.
It's just a test.
One grade mixed into
a whole transcript.
- I'm in control.
- I'm responsible.
I'm totally unprepared.
I'm out of here!
One amnesia burger
on a sesame seed bun.
Just the thing I need
to forget about the test.
Sit back, chow down, relax.
Stress can kill you.
I'm saving my life.
Yahoo!
Ah, test, finally over.
Must wash feet now.
What a load off my shoulders.
I'm free.
I'm free! Do you hear?
Oh, my god, Tower.
I feel like Wile E. Coyote
just before the boulder hits.
I'm dead.
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.
Mr. Lewis.
Is it my imagination
or did you come to the test
dressed as an empty chair?
Mr. Tower, I'm sorry.
I was here finishing breakfast
when, ah...
Nick's brother called.
The guy was in trouble
and Nick had to go.
There was no one here
to cover, so...
I didn't want him
to lose his job and
I offered to stay.
Is this true?
Nope, not a word.
Sorry, Park.
Mr. Lewis
as of this moment, you are on
academic probation.
You'll write a 30-page report.
And you'll spend every day
this week in study hall.
That should give you
ample time to consider
your behavior.
Time which you need
because you're a hair's
breadth away from expulsion.
The last time I was
in this deep I, I...
I've never been in this deep!
- I don't get it.
- Nick always backs me up.
And now he bones me
in the clutch.
What's the big deal?
One little lie.
You must be under
some serious pressure
if you ask me to lie for you.
Because the Parker Lewis
I know wouldn't do that unless
things were really bad off.
The people of study hall.
Call them slackers.
Call them malcontents.
Call them Parker Lewis.
Mr. Lewis!
- Sorry, man.
- Forgot your academic probation starts today.
How's the paper?
4,953 more words and it's done.
What happened to
the good old days?
You know,
Parker Lewis can't lose?
Sorry, sir, I don't get cable.
So, how's the documentary going?
Hey, I've got this
great angle on the drama...
It's coolness, Park.
Jer and I have it under control.
Just jam on the paper.
Education first, sir.
Great job, Park.
I ditched the test,
ditched Annie,
ditched my buds,
and now I'm trapped
in study hell.
Uh, hall.
With 19 pages left to write.
I feel completely alone.
I wish I was completely alone.
Frank, don't tell me,
you're recruiting for
detention hall?
If you must know, Lewis.
- I did not perform up to full Lemmerian capacity on Mr.
- Tower's exam,
and therefore must
bide my time amongst you
lesser beings
for the duration of the week.
You failed the test?
All right, yes!
I failed!
I'm the first Lemmer
in history ever to tarnish
the family name.
If I don't do well on this
paper I'll be the first Lemmer
forced to attend a...
Liberal arts college.
Academic probation, day one
and Lemmer's already on his
way to Tower burnout.
I won't let this happen to me.
Then again, maybe I will.
Stop it!
This is a hallway.
Between these stark,
confining walls
students discuss more
than academics.
They discuss their very lives.
Well... Ahhh!
Shelly Lewis.
No relation to Parker Lewis.
I love Santo Domingo.
It's a great place to learn,
meet people.
And where else can you get
exclusive photos
of certain students
playing house with their
Jetson dolls?
Cut!
Lionel, I see you've got them
under control.
Be sure and leave me
their carcasses.
I need something to pick over.
My aim is not to
break them, Grace.
- It's to educate them.
- Good.
Frank, I'll expect high marks
on this paper tomorrow.
Yes, Miss Musso.
Lewis.
Frank.
You're not done?
Essentially. All I have left
to do is proofread.
It's fine.
Mr. Lemmer!
- I'm curious, what reason does a man in your position have to be talking?
- Hmm?
None, sir?
That's what I thought.
I hate that man.
I hate history,
and I even hate, god help me,
Senator Joseph McCarthy.
Frank, get a grip.
Tower pushes buttons in me
I didn't even know I had.
I mean, look at me.
I'm not eating,
I'm not sleeping,
I'm talking to you.
What's he doing to me?
It's not Tower, it's you.
Frank, you're
the smartest guy in class.
You think so?
- Look, forget about Tower.
- Forget about the Lemmer legacy.
Just do it for yourself.
Lewis,
are you now,
or have you ever been,
afraid?
I just fake it better.
Garraty's essay on the Cold War.
You might want to look at it
if you haven't already.
Great.
I found this transcript
of the senate hearings.
It might help you out.
Thanks, Frank.
It's, ah, it's cool-ness.
In 24 hours I managed
to eat three number 2 pencils,
two number 3 pencils,
one mechanical pencil,
and write an
entire history paper.
Mr. Tower?
One history paper,
laser printed and on time.
Mr. Tower,
I want to thank you.
Writing this paper has
brought me new
appreciation of the
complexities of
Senator Joseph McCarthy.
This experience has been
one of true discovery.
This paper was to be footnoted
with a bibliography.
It is unacceptable.
Unacceptable?
All right, take it easy, Parker.
Just sit down and let it go.
Mr. Lewis, is there something
you wish to say to the class?
No, sir.
There's something
I want to say to you.
My office, now.
Would you care to explain
your behavior?
If you're ready to hear it.
I'll brace myself.
Where do you draw the line?
You just don't know
when to back off.
You know more than I
about shaping
the teenage mind?
Shaping it?
You're crushing it.
- Frank Lemmer loved history.
- He even liked you.
And now he never wants to
look at another history book
for the rest of his life.
Nice job.
- I had no idea you were such an expert on education, Mr.
- Lewis.
If you'd stop acting like
such a hard ass all the time
and start treating us like
human beings,
maybe you'd appreciate
the value of an education.
In light of your
recent performance,
I hardly think you're in
any position to judge.
Look, I've pulled a lot of crap
and you nailed me.
You were right,
but Frank's demolished
I'm just saying,
try and see it from his side.
You finished, Mr. Lewis?
Yeah.
Looks that way.
Question.
The events leading to the 1954
army McCarthy hearings?
Answer please, Miss Bicks.
They say,
"History repeats itself."
And I believe it.
The Tower will keep on
pushing kids until they
fall over.
People don't change.
Life lesson learned.
- Fine.
- I'd like to review the Supreme Court's reaction to this decision.
Particularly...-
Class dismissed.
This is a trick.
Right, dude?
Of course, if you'd prefer
a surprise test?
Mr. Lemmer!
I'm sure your
genuine affection for history
has brought this up to
your usual high standards.
In future I'd like to see
some footnotes.
This will be fine, for now.
Mr. Lewis.
Mr. Tower.
This is high school.
Exhilarating, enlightening,
often times, brutal.
How do you sum up a place
like Santo Domingo?
For each person,
a different story.
All in one way or another,
a bit changed
for having trod these halls.
Jerry's right.
I'm sure Tower's learned
terrorism isn't the only way
to teach.
I know I've learned that
talking your way out of work
can be twice as hard as
doing it in the first place.
And Frank Lemmer found
a part of himself
I've never seen before.
Vulnerable, caring, even human.
Maybe I'm getting a little
carried away.
Mr. Lewis? Mr. Randall?
Mr. Phillips? Hello?