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Go ahead, pass it around.

Me and Pitts are working on a hi-fi system.

It shouldn’t be that hard to put together.

Yeah, I might be going to Yale.

But I might not.

Don’t you guys miss having girls around here?

Yeah.

Yeah.

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.

What?

Demanding girls be admitted to Welton.

You didn’t.

So we can all stop beating off.

How did you do that?

I’m one of the proofers.

I slipped the article in.

Look, it’s over now.

Why?

Nobody knows who we are.

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.

It’s Nuwanda, Cameron.

That’s right, it’s Nuwanda.

And are we just playing around out there, or do we mean what we say?

If all we do is come together and read a bunch of poems to each other, what the hell are we doing?

All right, but you still shouldn’t have done it, Charlie.

This could mean trouble.

You don’t speak for the club.

Hey, would you not worry about your precious little neck?

If they catch me, I’ll tell them I made it up.

Fine.

Sit.

This week’s issue of Welton 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 know 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.

Welton Academy, hello?

Yes, he is.

Just a moment.

Mr. Nolan, it’s for you.

It’s God.

He says we should have girls at Welton.

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.

Count aloud, Mr. Dalton.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

What is this Dead Poets Society?

I want names.

You kicked out?

No.

So, what happened?

I’m to turn everybody in, apologize to the school,

and all will be forgiven.

So, what are you gonna do?

Charlie.

Damn it, Neil.

The name is Nuwanda.

Excuse me.

May we have a word, Mr. Keating?

Certainly.

This was my first classroom, John.

Did you know that?

My first desk.

I didn’t know you taught, Mr. Nolan.

English.

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 had 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.

Well, your reprimand made quite an impression, I’m sure.

What was going on in the courtyard the other day?

Courtyard?

Yeah, boys marching, clapping in unison.

Oh, that.

That was an exercise to prove a point.

Dangers of conformity.

Well, John, the curriculum here is set.

It’s proven, it works.

If you question it, what’s to prevent them from doing the same?

I thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.

At these boys’ age?

Not on your life.

Tradition, John.

Discipline.

Prepare them for college and the rest will take care of itself.

Creak.

He starts walking around towards my left.

Creak.

Creak.

“Assume the position, Mr. Dalton.

”

It’s all right, gentlemen.

Mr. Keating.

Mr. Dalton.

That was a pretty lame stunt you pulled today.

You’re siding with Mr. Nolan?

What about carpe diem, sucking all the marrow out of life.

Sucking the marrow out of life doesn’t mean choking on the bone.

Sure, there’s a time for daring, and there’s a time for caution.

And a wise man understands which is called for.

But I thought you’d like that.

No.

You being expelled from school is not daring to me, it’s stupid.

Because you’ll miss some golden opportunities.

Yeah, like what?

Like if nothing else, the opportunity to attend my classes.

Got it, Ace?

Aye, aye, captain.

Keep your head about you.

That goes for the lot of you.

Yes, captain.

Yes, captain.

Phone call from God.

If it had been collect, it would have been daring.

All right.

Go on, play.

We’re trying to rehearse, okay?

A good persuasion.

Therefore, hear me, Hermia.

Wait please.

Excitement.

I don’t hear any excitement about this play.

And take her hand.

Bring her down the stage and stop, and, “There, gentle Hermia.

” Try again.

What’s for dinner?

Spaghetti and meatballs.

Save some for me.

But, room, fairy!

Here comes Oberon.

Father.

Neil.

Before you say anything, please let me.

Don’t you dare talk back to me.

It’s bad enough that you’ve wasted your time with this absurd acting business.

But you deliberately deceived me.

How did you expect to get away with this?

Answer me.

Who put you up to it?

Was it this new man, this, uh, Mr. Keating?

No, nobody.

I thought I’d surprise you.

I’ve gotten all A’s in every class.

So did you think I wasn’t gonna find out?

“Oh, my niece is in a play with your son,” says Mrs. marks.

“No, no, no,” I say.

“You must be mistaken.

My son’s not in a play.

”

You made a liar out of me, Neil.

Now, tomorrow, you go to them and you tell them that you’re quitting.

No, I can’t.

I have the main part.

The performance is tomorrow night.

I don’t care if the world comes to an end tomorrow.

You are through with that play.

Is that clear?

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

I made a great many sacrifices to get you here, Neil.

And you will not let me down.

No, sir.

It’s open.

Neil, what’s up?

Can I speak to you a minute?

Certainly.

Sit down.

I’m sorry, here.

Excuse me.

Get you some tea?

Tea, sure.

Like some milk or sugar in that?

No, thanks.

Gosh, they don’t give you much room around here.

No, it’s part of the monastic oath.

They don’t want worldly things distracting me from my teaching.

She’s pretty.

She’s also in London.

Makes it a little difficult.

How can you stand it?

Stand what?

You can go anywhere.

You can do anything.

How can you stand being here?

Because I love teaching.

I don’t want to be anywhere else.

What’s up?

I just talked to my father.

He’s making me quit the play at Henley Hall.

Acting’s everything to me.

I.

But he doesn’t know, he.

I can see his point.

We’re not a rich family like Charlie’s.

And we.

But he’s planning the rest of my life for me, and he’s never asked me what I want.

Have you ever told your father what you just told me?

About your passion for acting.

You ever show him that?

I can’t.

Why not?

I can’t talk to him this way.

Then you’re acting for him too.

You’re playing the part of the dutiful son.

I know this sounds impossible, but you have to talk to him.

Show him who you are, what your heart is.

I know what he’ll say.

He’ll tell me that acting’s a whim and I should forget it.

That they’re counting on me.

He’ll just tell me to put it out of my mind for my own good.

You are not an indentured servant.

If it’s not a whim for you, you prove it to him by your conviction and your passion.

You show him that, and if he still doesn’t believe you, well, by then, you’ll be out of school and you can do anything you want.

No.

What about the play?

The show’s tomorrow night.

Then you have to talk to him

before tomorrow night.

I.

Isn’t there an easier way?

No.

I’m trapped.

No, you’re not.

I need my notebook.

I’ll see you later, Brian.

Chris.

Hey, Chris.

Chris Noel, do you know where she is?

I think she’s in Room 111.

Thanks.

I know.

Oh, no.

Excuse me.

Chris.

Knox, what are you doing here?

I came to apologize for the other night.

I brought you these and a poem I wrote for you.

Knox, don’t you know that if Chet finds you here, he’ll kill you?

I don’t care.

I love you, Chris.

Knox, you’re crazy.

Look, I acted like a jerk, and I know it.

Hey.

Please accept these.

Please?

No, I.

I can’t.

Just forget it.