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 DEAD POETS SOCIETY 2 страница



           

           

           

           

           

       Mr. Perry.

           

           

           

           

           

       MR PERRY

           

           

       Keep your seats fellows, keep your seats. Neil, I've

           

           

       just spoken to Mr. Nolan. I think that you're taking

           

           

       too many extra curricular activities this semester, and

           

           

           

       I've decided that you should drop the school annual.

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       But I'm the assistant editor this year.

           

           

           

           

           

       MR PERRY

           

           

       Well I'm sorry Neil.

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       But Father, I can't. It wouldn't be fair.

           

           

           

           

           

       MR PERRY

           

           

       Fellas, would you excuse us for a moment?

           

       Mr. Perry walks towards the door and Neil hesitantly follows. Mr. Perry pauses by the door and smiles to the other boys.

           

       INT. HALLWAY - DAY

           

       The smile has gone from Mr. Perry's face. He grabs a hold of Neil's arm.

           

           

           

           

           

       MR PERRY

           

           

       Don't you ever dispute me in public. Do you

           

           

           

           

           

       understand?

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       Father, I wasn't disputing-

           

           

           

           

           

           

       MR PERRY

       After you've finished medical school and you're on your own, then you

           

           

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       can do as you damn well please. But until then, you do as I tell you.

       Is that clear?

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       Yes sir. I'm sorry.

           

           

           

           

           

       MR PERRY

           

           

           

           

           

           

       You know how much this means to your mother,

           

           

       don't you?

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       Yes sir. You know me, always taking on too much.

           

           

           

           

           

       MR PERRY

           

           

           

           

           

           

       Well, that's my boy. Now listen, you need anything,

           

           

       you let us know, huh?

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       Yes sir.

           

       Mr. Perry slaps his son on the shoulder and leaves. Neil leans his head back against the wall as the other boys emerge from the room.

           

           

           

           

           

       CHARLIE

           

           

       Why doesn't he let you do what you want?

           

           

           

           

           

       KNOX

           

           

       Yeah Neil, tell him off. It couldn't get any worse.

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       Oh, that's rich. Like you guys tell your parents off, Mr.

           

           

       Future Lawyer and Mr. Future Banker.

           

           

           

           

           

       CHARLIE

           

           

       Okay, so I don't like it any more than you do.

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       Well just don't tell me how to talk to my father. You

           

           

       guys are the same way.

           

           

           

           

           

       KNOX

           

           

       All right, all right, Jesus. So what are you going to do?

           

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       What I have to do. Drop the annual.

           

           

           

           

           

       CHARLIE

           

           

       Well I wouldn't lose much sleep over it. It's just a

           

           

       bunch of jerks trying to impress Nolan.

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       I don't care. I don't give a damn about any of it.

           

           

           

           

           

       MEEKS

           

           

       Well, uh, Latin, eight o' clock in my room?

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       Yes.

           

           

           

           

           

       MEEKS

           

           

       Todd, you're welcome to join us.

           

           

           

           

           

       KNOX

           

           

       Yeah, come along pal.

           

           

           

           

           

           

       Todd looks up from his desk where he is setting his alarm clock.

           

           

           

           

           

       TODD

           

           

       Thanks.

           

       EXT. FIELDS - DAY

           

       A clock bell chimes five o'clock. Enormous flocks of birds, apparently

           

           

       disturbed by the noise, take to the sky.

           

       INT. STAIRCASE - DAY

           

       The sound of squawking birds merges into the sound of noisy boys as they descend the stairs in a long spiralling line.

           

       MR. MCALLISTER tries to make it upstairs against the steady stream.

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       MCALLISTER

           

           

       Slow down boys, slow down you horrible

           

           

       phalanx of pubescense.

           

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       INT CHEMISTRY LAB - DAY

           

       A teacher walks up and down the aisles, handing out books.

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       TEACHER

           

           

       Pick three laboratory experiments from

           

           

       the project list and report on them every

           

           

       five weeks. The first twenty questions at

           

           

       the end of chapter one are due tomorrow.

           

           

           

           

       The students let out a collective groan.

           

       INT. LATIN CLASSROOM - DAY

           

       Mr. McAllister paces back and forth in front of the blackboard and gets the students to repeat everything he says.

           

           

           

           

           

       MCALLISTER

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       (students repeat after each word. )

           

           

       Agricolam. Agricola. Agricolae.

           

           

       Agricolarum. Agricolis. Agricolas.

           

           

       Agrilcolis.

           

           

           

       Again, please.

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       Agricola.

           

       INT. MATH CLASSROOM - DAY

       Dr. Hager walks up the classroom aisles with his arms behind his back.

           

           

           

           

       HAGER

           

           

       Your study of trigonometry requires absolute precision.

           

           

           

       Anyone failing to turn in any homework assignment will

           

           

       be penalized one point off their final grade. Let me urge

           

           

       you now not to test me on this point.

       INT. KEATING'S CLASSROOM - DAY

           

       Students enter Keating's classroom, talking and acting up. Keating

           

           

       glances out from his room off to one side.

           

           

           

           

           

       KNOX

           

           

       Hey Spaz, Spaz.

           

       Spaz turns around in time to be hit by a ball of crumpled up paper

       while Cameron smacks him on the shoulder.

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       CAMERON

           

           

       Brain damage.

           

       The students quickly quiet down as Keating emerges from the other room, whistling the 1812 Overture. He walks up the length of the classroom and out the door without a word. The students look around at one another,

           

           

       uncertain of what to do. Keating pokes his head back in the doorway.

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

       Well come on.

           

       He gestures them to follow and the students, after some hesitation, grab their books and follow Keating out into the main entranceway.

           

           

           

           

       INT. ENTRANCEWAY - DAY

           

       Keating stands before the school's trophy cabinets and waits until all

       the boys arrive.

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

       " Oh Captain, My Captain" who knows where

           

           

           

           

           

       that comes from?

           

       Todd looks up as if he knows the answer, but says nothing. Spaz blows his nose a little too close to Meeks for his liking.

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

       Not a clue? It's from a poem by Walt

           

           

           

           

           

       Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now in

           

           

       this class you can call me Mr. Keating. Or,

           

           

       if you're slightly more daring, Oh Captain,

           

           

       My Captain.

           

       The students laugh slightly.

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

       Now let me dispel a few rumors so they

           

           

       don't fester into facts. Yes, I too

           

           

       attended Hell-ton and survived. And no,

           

           

       at that time I was not the mental giant

           

           

           

           

           

       you see before you. I was the intellectual

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       equivalent of a ninety-eight pound

           

           

       weakling. I would go to the beach and

           

           

       people would kick copies of Byron in my

           

           

       face.

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       The boys laugh once again, while Cameron, obviously trying to write all this down, looks around confusedly. Keating looks down at papers in his hand.

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

       Now, Mr… Pitts. That's a rather

           

           

           

           

           

           

       unfortunate name. Mr. Pitts, where are

           

           

       you?

           

       Pitts raises his hand while everyone around him snickers.

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

       Mr. Pitts, would you open your hymnal to page 542 and read the first

           

           

       stanza of the poem you find there?

           

           

           

           

           

       PITTS

           

           

       " To the virgins, to make much of time"?

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

       Yes, that's the one. Somewhat appropriate,

           

           

           

           

           

       isn't it.

           

           

           

           

           

       PITTS

           

           

       " Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old

           

           

       time is still a flying, and this same

           

           

       flower that smiles today, tomorrow will

           

           

           

           

           

       be dying. "

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

       Thank you Mr. Pitts. " Gather ye rosebuds

           

           

       while ye may. " The Latin term for that

           

           

       sentiment is Carpe Diem. Now who knows

           

           

           

           

           

       what that means?

           

       Meeks immediately puts his hand up.

           

           

           

           

           

       MEEKS

           

           

       Carpe Diem. That's " seize the day. "

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       Very good, Mr. -

           

           

           

           

           

       MEEKS

           

           

       Meeks.

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

       Meeks. Another unusual name. Seize the

           

           

           

           

           

       day. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.

           

           

       Why does the writer use these lines?

           

           

           

           

           

       CHARLIE

           

           

       Because he's in a hurry.

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       No, ding!

           

       Keating slams his hand down on an imaginary buzzer.

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

       Thank you for playing anyway. Because we

           

           

       are food for worms lads. Because, believe

           

           

           

           

           

       it or not, each and every one of us in

           

           

       this room is one day going to stop

           

           

       breathing, turn cold, and die.

           

       Keating turns towards the trophy cases, filled with trophies, footballs, and team pictures.

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

       Now I would like you to step forward over

           

           

       here and peruse some of the faces from

           

           

       the past. You've walked past them many

           

           

       times. I don't think you've really looked

           

           

           

           

           

       at them.

           

       The students slowly gather round the cases and Keating moves behind them.

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

       They're not that different from you, are

           

           

       they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones,

           

           

           

           

           

       just like you. Invincible, just like you

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       feel. The world is their oyster. They

           

           

       believe they're destined for great things,

           

           

       just like many of you. Their eyes are full

           

           

       of hope, just like you. Did they wait until

           

           

           

           

           

       it was too late to make from their lives

           

           

       even one iota of what they were capable?

           

           

       Because you see gentlmen, these boys are

           

           

       now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen

           

           

       real close, you can hear them whisper their

           

           

           

           

           

       legacy to you. Go on, lean in.

           

       The boys lean in and Keating hovers over Cameron's shoulder.

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

           

       (whispering in a gruff voice)

           

           

       Carpe.

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       Cameron looks over his shoulder with an aggravated expression on his face.

           

           

           

           

           

       KEATING

           

           

       Hear it?

           

           

           

       (whispering again)

           

           

       Carpe. Carpe Diem. Seize the day boys,

           

           

           

           

           

       make your lives extraordinary.

           

       The boys stare at the faces in the cabinet in silence.

           

       EXT. SCHOOL STEPS - DAY

           

       The boys emerge from the school, loaded down with numerous books.

           

           

           

           

           

       PITTS

           

           

           

           

           

           

           

       That was weird.

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       But different.

           

           

           

           

           

       KNOX

           

           

       Spooky if you ask me.

           

           

           

           

           

           

       CAMERON

           

           

       Think he'll test us on that stuff?

           

           

           

           

           

           

       CHARLIE

           

           

       Come on Cameron, don't you get anything?

           

           

           

           

           

       CAMERON

           

           

       What? What?

           

       INT. LOCKER ROOM - EVENING

       A coach sticks his head around the corner into the room.

           

           

           

           

           

       COACH

           

           

       Let's go boys, hustle up in here. That

           

           

       means you Dalton.

           

       Meeks emerges from the showers, drying himself off.

           

           

           

           

           

       MEEKS

           

           

       Okay, who's up for a trig study group

           

           

       tonight guys?

           

           

           

           

           

       PITTS

           

           

       Me.

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       Me.

           

           

           

           

           

       CHARLIE

           

           

           

       (still annoyed by what the coach said)

           

           

       What?

           

           

           

           

           

       KNOX

           

           

       I can't make it guys. I have to have

           

           

       dinner at the Danburry's house.

           

           

           

           

           

       PITTS

           

           

       The Danburry's? Who are the Danburry's?

           

           

           

           

           

       CAMERON

           

           

       Big alumns. How'd you swing that?

           

           

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       KNOX

           

           

       Friends of my Dad's. They're probably in

           

           

       their nineties or something.

           

           

           

           

           

       CHARLIE

           

           

       Ooh!

           

           

           

           

           

       NEIL

           

           

       Anything's better than Hell-ton hash.

           

           

           

           

           

       CHARLIE

           

           

       I'll second that.

           

           

           

           

           

       KNOX

           

           

       Yeah we'll see.

           

       Neil approaches Todd, who's been sitting by the window staring down at the floor. Neil snaps his fingers to get Todd's attention.



  

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