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Where's your manners Steve? Mutt Sanders'

brother, we don't even offer him a

drink. Here. Go have some whiskey, pal.

Bubba hands Knox a glass and fills it up.

STEVE

Yeah.

KNOX

Whoa, I, uh, I don't really drink--

BUBBA

To Mutt.

STEVE

To Mutt.

The two guys raise their glasses in a toast and Knox reluctantly

joins them.

KNOX

To Mutt.

They each take a big drink. Knox rolls his eyes and gasps,

loosening his tie to try and breathe.

BUBBA

Now, how the hell is old Mutt, anyway?

STEVE

Yeah. What's ol' Mutter been up to, huh?

KNOX

I don't really know Mutt.

BUBBA

To Mighty Mutt.

GUY 1

To Mighty Mutt.

KNOX

To Mighty Mutt.

They raise their glasses again for a toast and down the rest

of their glasses.

BUBBA

Well, listen, I gotta go find Patsy. Say

hello to Mutt for me, okay?

KNOX

Will do.

Bubba puts on a horned football helmet and walks away.

STEVE

Yeah. Hell of a guy, your brother Mutt.

INT. CAVE - NIGHT

CHARLIE

We gonna have a meeting or what?

GLORIA

Yeah. If you guys don't have a meeting,

how do we know if we wanna join?

NEIL

Join?

Charlie leans over to Tina.

CHARLIE

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more

temperate. "

TINA

That's so sweet.

CHARLIE

I made that up just for you.

TINA

You did?

The boys laugh and Cameron shakes his head. Charlie moves over

to sit next to Gloria.

CHARLIE

I'll write one for you too, Gloria.

She walks in beauty like the night.

Of cloudless climes and starry skies.

All that's best, dark and bright,

Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

GLORIA

That's beautiful.

CHARLIE

There's plenty more where that came

from.

INT. CHET'S BASEMENT - NIGHT

The room is whirling as Knox belches and staggers across the room. He

passes Chet and several of his friends. He steps over several couples

kissing on the floor and slump down on the couch, only to be crowded

in by another couple who seem oblivious to him. He is about to get up

again when he notices Chris sleeping next to him on the couch.

KNOX

God help me.

Knox looks about and then looks back down at Chris.

KNOX

Carpe diem.

Knox takes a last swig of his drink and then begins to softly run his

fingers over Chris' hair. He then leans over and kisses her forehead.

Across the room, Bubba looks over and sees what's going on.

BUBBA

Chet! Chet! Look!

CHET

What?

BUBBA

It's Mutt Sanders' brother.

CHET

Huh?

Chris rises up from the couch and looks at Knox in surprise.

CHRIS

Knox, what--

BUBBA

And he's feeling up your girl!

CHRIS

What are you doing?

Chet gets up from his chair.

CHET

What the hell are you doing?

CHRIS

Chet! Chet, don't.

KNOX

Now, Chet, I know this looks bad, but

you've gotta-

Chet throws himself at Knox, hurling them both to the floor. He

then straddles Knox and begins to punch at him as Knox simply

tries to protect himself.

CHRIS

Chet, no! You'll hurt him! No! No! Stop

it! Leave him alone!

CHET

Goddamn!

CHRIS

Chet, stop it!

Chris manages to haul Chet away from Knox.

CHET

Bastard!

Knox takes his hands away from his face and feels at his bloody

nose. Chris tries to help him up.

CHRIS

Knox, are you all right?

CHET

Chris, get the hell away from him!

CHRIS

Chet, you hurt him!

CHET

Good!

KNOX

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

CHRIS

It's okay. It-It's okay.

Chet hauls Chris away from Knox and then points at him.

CHET

Next time I see you, you die.

INT. CAVE - NIGHT

Tina passes a bottle of alcohol to Neil.

TINA

Go ahead, pass it around.

Cameron motions for Neil not to take it but Neil takes a swig anyway.

There is a moment of awkward silence.

MEEKS

Me and Pitts are working on a hi-fi

system. It shouldn't be that hard to,

uh, to put together.

PITTS

Yeah. Uh, I might be going to Yale. Uh,

uh, but, I, I might not.

GLORIA

Don't you guys miss having girls around

here?

MEEKS AND PITTS

(smiling)

Yeah.

CHARLIE

That's part of what this club is about.

In fact, I'd like to announce I

published an article in the school

paper, in the name of the Dead Poets.

CAMERON

What?

CHARLIE

Demanding girls be admitted to Welton.

PITTS

You didn't.

CHARLIE

(whispering to Meeks)

So we can all stop beating off.

NEIL

How did you do that?

CHARLIE

I'm one of the proofers. I slipped the

article in.

MEEKS

Look, uh, it's, it's over now.

CHARLIE

Why? Nobody knows who we are.

CAMERON

Well, don't you think they're gonna

figure out who wrote it? They're gonna

come to you and ask to know what the

Dead Poets Society is. Charlie, you had

no right to do something like that.

CHARLIE

It's Nuwanda, Cameron.

GLORIA

That's right. It's Nuwanda.

CHARLIE

Are we just playing around out here, or

do we mean what we say? For all we do is

come together and reach a bunch of poems

to each other. What the hell are we

doing?

NEIL

All right, but you still shouldn't have

done it, Charlie. This could mean

trouble. You don't speak for the club.

CHARLIE

Hey, would you not worry about your

precious little neck? If they catch me,

I'll tell them I made it up.

INT. ASSEMBLY HALL - DAY

The professors hurry down the steps, lead by an obviously agitated

Mr. Nolan. Several are carrying newspapers in their hands. The

students all rise as they enter. After all the professors have

taken their places, Mr. Nolan addresses the students.

MR. NOLAN

Sit.

The students all sit.

MR. NOLAN

In this week of Welton's Honor there

appeared a profane and unauthorized

article. Rather than spend my valuable

time ferreting out the guilty persons --

and let me assure you I will find them -

- I'm asking any and all students who

knows anything about this article to

make themselves known here and now.

Whoever the guilty persons are, this is

your only chance to avoid expulsion from

this school.

The sound of a phone ringing can be heard. The professors look

about for its source. Charlie picks up a telephone receiver.

CHARLIE

Welton Academy. Hello. Yes, he is. Just

a moment.

Charlie stands up, holding a phone and bell in his hands.

CHARLIE

Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's

God. He says we should have girls at

Welton.

Most of the students laugh while the boys from the cave all shake

their heads in disbelief.

INT. NOLAN'S OFFICE - DAY

Charlie stands with his back to the door as Mr. Nolan shuts it. Mr.

Nolan then walks around to face Charlie.

MR. NOLAN

Wipe that smirk off your face. If you

think, Mr. Dalton, that you're the first

to try to get thrown out of this school,

think again. Others have had similar

notions and have failed just as surely

as you will fail. Assume the position.

Charlie sighs and bends over, resting his hands on the desk. Mr.

Nolan hefts a flat wooden paddle in his hands.

MR. NOLAN

Count aloud, Mr. Dalton.

Mr. Nolan begins to strike Charlie with the paddle.

CHARLIE

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

MR. NOLAN

What is this Dead Poets Society? I want

names.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

A crowd of students is gathered about as Charlie stiffly walks back to his room.

NEIL

You kicked out?

CHARLIE

No.

NEIL

So what happened?

CHARLIE

I'm to turn everybody in, apologize to

the school and all will be forgiven.

NEIL

So, what are you gonna do? Charlie!

CHARLIE

Damn it, Neil. The name is Nuwanda.

Charlie smiles and then shuts his door.

INT. KEATING'S CLASSROOM - DAY

Keating and McAllister are enjoying tea in the small room off the

classroom. Mr. Nolan knocks on the door and enters.

MR. NOLAN

Excuse me. May we have a word, Mr.

Keating?

KEATING

Certainly.

Keating fixes his tie and follows Mr. Nolan into the classroom.

MR. NOLAN

This was my first classroom, John. Did

you know that? My first desk.

KEATING

Didn't know you taught, Mr. Nolan.

MR. NOLAN

English. Oh, long before your time. It

was hard giving it up, I can tell you.

I'm hearing rumors, John, about some

unorthodox teaching methods in your

classroom. I'm not saying they've

anything to do with the Dalton boy's

outburst. But I don't think I have to

warn you boys his age are very

impressionable.

KEATING

Well, your reprimand made quite an

impression, I'm sure.

MR. NOLAN

What was going on in the courtyard the

other day?

KEATING

Courtyard?

MR. NOLAN

Yeah. Boys marching, clapping in unison.

KEATING

Oh, that. That was an exercise to prove

a point. Dangers of conformity.

MR. NOLAN

Well, John, the curriculum here is set.

It's proven it works. If you question,

what's to prevent them from doing the

same?

KEATING