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Now remember keep your shoulders back.

Okay put your arm around your brother. That's it.

That's it. Right and breathe in.

Okay one more.

Now just to review

you're going to follow along the procession...

until you get to the headmaster.

At that point he will indicate to you...

to light the candles of the boys.

All right boys let's settle down.

Banners up!

Ladies and gentlemen boys...

the Light of Knowledge.

One hundred years ago in 1859

41 boys sat in this room...

and were asked the same question...

that now greets you at the start of each semester.

Gentlemen what are the Four Pillars?

Tradition. Honour. Discipline. Excellence.

In her first year

Welton Academy graduated five students.

Last year we graduated 51.

And more than 75 percent of those...

went on to the Ivy League.

This- This kind of accomplishment...

is the result...

of fervent dedication to the principles taught here.

This is why you parents have been sending us your sons.

This is why we are the best...

preparatory school in the United States.

As you know

our beloved Mr Portius of the English Department retired last term.

You will have the opportunity later to meet his replacement Mr John Keating

himself an honours graduate of this school.

And who for the past several years has been teaching...

at the highly regarded Chester School in London.

Richard you forgot your bag!

Hi Johnny! Hey how you doin'?

Don't worry. I got your room assignment.

They haven't moved the dining area.

Glad you could come by.

- Thrilling ceremony as usual Dr Nolan. - You've been away too long.

- Hello Dr Nolan. - Good to have you back.

- This is our youngest Todd. - Mr Anderson.

You have some big shoes to fill. Your brother was one of our finest.

Thank you.

- Lovely ceremony. - Thank you. Glad you liked it.

- Gale. - Tom.

- Good to see you again. - Hello Mr Nolan.

- We expect great things from you this year. - Thank you sir.

Well he won't disappoint us. Right Neil?

I'll do my best sir.

Hey come on son.

- Chin up. - Okay.

- No tears now. - Chin up.

- I don't want to go here. - Honey I love you.

- I'll walk you over. - You be a good boy. Do your lessons.

Hey! I hear we're gonna be roommates.

- I'm Neil Perry. - I'm Todd Anderson.

Why'd you leave Balincrest?

My brother went here.

Oh so you're that Anderson.

- This is for his sinuses. - Yes. I see.

Oh and if he can't swallow you give him one of these.

And if he has trouble breathing you can give him some of those.

- Did you remember your vaporizer? - Yes I put it in my room.

- Hey how's it going Neil? - Hey Knox.

Neil study group tonight?

- Yeah sure. - Business as usual huh?

Hey I heard you got the new kid. Looks like a stiff!

Oops.

Listen don't mind Cameron.

He was born with his foot in his mouth. You know what I mean?

Rumour has it... you did summer school.

Yep. Chemistry. My father thought I should get ahead.

How was your summer slick?

Keen.

Meeks. Door. Closed.

Yes sir.

Gentlemen what are the Four Pillars?

Travesty. Horror. Decadence. Excrement.

Okay. Study group.

Meeks aced Latin. I didn't quite flunk English.

- If you want we got our study group. - Sure.

Cameron asked me too. Anyone mind including him?

Hmm what's his specialty? Bootlicking?

- Come on he's your roommate. - That's not my fault.

I'm sorry. My name is Stephen Meeks.

Oh! This is Todd Anderson.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Charlie Dalton.

Knox Overstreet.

Todd's brother was Jeffrey Anderson.

- Oh yeah sure. - What do you know?

- Valedictorian. National Merit Scholar. - Oh well...

welcome to Hell- ton.

It's every bit as tough as they say unless you're a genius like Meeks.

He flatters me. That's why I help him with Latin.

And English. And trig.

It's open.

Father I thought you'd gone.

- Mr Perry. - Keep your seats fellows.

Neil I've just spoken to Mr Nolan.

You're taking too many extracurricular activities this semester

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

But I'm the assistant editor this year.

- Well I'm sorry Neil. - But Father I can't.

- It wouldn't be fair. - Would you excuse us for a moment?

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

- Father I wasn't disputing- - - After you've finished medical school...

and you're on your own then you can do as you damn well please.

But until then you do as I tell you. Is that clear?

Yes sir. I'm sorry.

You know how much this means to your mother don't you?

Yes sir.

You know me: always taking on too much.

Well that's my boy.

- You need anything you let us know. - Yes sir.

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

Yeah Neil. Tell him off. Couldn't get any worse.

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

Mr Future Lawyer and Mr Future Banker?

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

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

- You guys are the same way. - All right all right.Jesus.

- So what are you gonna do then? - What I have to do.

- Drop the annual. - I wouldn't lose much sleep over it.

It's just a bunch of jerks trying to impress Nolan.

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

- Well uh... Latin 8:00 in my room? - Yes.

- That sounds okay. - Todd you're welcome to join us.

- Yeah come along pal. - Thanks.

Slow down boys!

Slow down you horrible phalanx of pubescence!

Pick three laboratory experiments from the project list...

and report on them every five weeks.

The first 20 questions at the end of chapter one are due tomorrow.

- Agricolam. - Agricolam.

- Agricola. - Agricola.

- Agricolae. - Agricolae.

- Agricolarum. - Agricolarum.

- Agricolis. - Agricolis.

- Agricolas. - Agricolas.

- Agricolis. - Agricolis.

- Again please. Agricola. - Agricola.

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.

Hey Spaz. Spaz.

Brain damage!

- Shh!

Well come on.

- Let's go. - Let's go guys.

Let's go.

"O Captain my Captain."

Who knows where that comes from?

Anybody?

Not a clue?

It's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr Abraham Lincoln.

Now in this class you can either call me Mr Keating...

or if you're slightly more daring "O Captain my Captain."

Now let me dispel a few rumours 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 equivalent of a 98- pound weakling.

I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face.

Now... Mr Pitts?

That's a rather unfortunate name.

Mr Pitts where are you?

Mr Pitts would you open your hymnal to page 542.

Read the first stanza of the poem you find there.

"To the Virgins to Make Much of Time"?

Yes that's the one.

Somewhat appropriate isn't it?

"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.

"Old Time is still a- flying.

And this same flower that smiles today tomorrow will be dying."

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?

Carpe diem. That's "Seize the day."

- Very good Mister- - - Meeks.

Meeks. Another unusual name.

Seize the day.

"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may."

Why does the writer use these lines?

- Because he's in a hurry. - No! Ding!

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.

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.

They're not that different from you are they?

Same haircuts.

Full of hormones just like you.

Invincible just like you 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 gentlemen 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.

Listen. Do you hear it?

Carpe.

Hear it?

Carpe.

Carpe diem.

Seize the day boys.

Make your lives extraordinary.

- That was weird. - But different.

Spooky if you ask me.

Think he'll test us on that stuff?

Oh come on Cameron. Don't you get anything?

What? What?

Let's go boys. Hustle up in here. That means you Dalton!

Who's up for a quick study group tonight guys?

- Me. - What?

I can't make it guys. I have to have dinner at the Danburrys' house tonight.

The Danburrys? Who are the Danburrys?

Big alums. How'd you swing that?

Friends of my dad's. They're probably in their nineties or something.

Ooh!

Anything's better than Hell- ton hash Knox.

- I'll second that. - Yeah we'll see.

You coming to the study group tonight?

Uh... no. No I- - Uh I've got some history I wanna do.

Suit yourself.

Ready Overstreet?

Ready to go sir.

Chet can you get that?

- I can't Mom. - I'll get it!

Can I help you?

Hi. Knox Overstreet.

- Uh Dr Hager. - Hi.

This is the Danburrys' right?

- Are you here to see Chet? - Mrs Danburry?

- No. - Sorry. Thank you. I'm Mrs Danburry.

- You must be Knox. - Yes.

Back by 9:00? Please come on in.

- Chris come on! - Chet I'm coming.

Knox. How are you? Joe Danburry.

- Nice to meet you sir. - He's the spitting image of his father.

- How is he? Come on in. - Chris!

- Great. He just did a big case for G.M. - I know where you're headed.

- I'm coming. - Like father like son huh?

Ooh! Psycho!

- Yes! - To Queen- Six.

- Another game? - What do you mean? - Duh!

just replace these numbers here with 'x "for 'x"and 'y. "

- Of course. - Of course. So what's the problem?

You think I can get in there? You've been hogging it all day.

- Wait. No. - How was dinner?

Huh?

- How was dinner? - Terrible.

- Awful. - Why? What happened?

Tonight I met the most beautiful girl...

I have ever seen in my entire life.

Are you crazy? What's wrong with that?

She's practically engaged to Chet Danburry.

That guy could eat a football.

- Too bad. - "Too bad"?

It's worse than "too bad" Pittsie. It's a tragedy.

A girl this beautiful in love with such a jerk.

All the good ones go for jerks. You know that.

Yeah forget her. Open your trig book and try and figure out problem five.

I can't just forget her Cameron.

And I certainly can't think about trig.

We got it!

All right gentlemen. Five minutes.

Let's go.

- Did you see her naked? - Very funny Dalton.

That wouldn't be a radio in your lap

- would it Mr Pitts? - No sir. Science experiment.

Radar.

Gentlemen open your text to page 21 of the introduction.

Mr Perry will you read the opening paragraph of the preface

entitled "Understanding Poetry."

"'Understand Poetry' by Dr J. Evans Pritchard Ph.D.

"To fully understand poetry we must first be fluent...

"with its metre rhyme and figures of speech.

"Then ask two questions.

"One.: How artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered?

'And two.: How important is that objective?

"Question one rates the poem's perfection.

"Question two rates its importance.

'And once these questions have been answered...

"determining a poem's greatness becomes a relatively simple matter.

"If the poem's score for perfection is plotted...

"on the horizontal of a graph...

"and its importance is plotted on the vertical

"then calculating the total area of the poem...

"yields the measure of its greatness.

"A sonnet by Byron might score high on the vertical

"but only average on the horizontal.

'A Shakespearean sonnet on the other hand

"would score high both horizontally and vertically

'yielding a massive total area;:

"thereby revealing the poem to be truly great.

'As you proceed through the poetry in this book practise this rating method.

'As your ability to evaluate poems in this manner grows

so will- - so will your enjoyment and understanding of poetry."

Excrement.

That's what I think of Mr J. Evans Pritchard.

We're not laying pipe. We're talking about poetry.

I mean how can you describe poetry like American Bandstand?

"I like Byron. I give him a 42. But I can't dance to it."

Now I want you to rip out that page.

Go on. Rip out the entire page.

You heard me. Rip it out.

Rip it out!

Go on. Rip it out.

Thank you Mr Dalton.

Gentlemen tell you what. Don't just tear out that page.

Tear out the entire introduction. I want it gone history. Leave nothing.

Rip it out! Rip! Be gone J. Evans Pritchard Ph.D.!

Rip! Shred! Tear!

Rip it out! I want to hear nothing but ripping of Mr Pritchard!

We'll perforate it put it on a roll!

It's not the Bible. You're not gonna go to hell for this.

Go on. Make a clean tear. I want nothing left of it.

We shouldn't be doing this.

Rip! Rip! Rip!

Rip it out! Rip!

Rip it! Yeah! Rip it out!

- Rip it! - What the hell is going on here?

- I don't hear enough rips. - Mr Keating.

Mr McAllister.

I'm sorry I- - I didn't know you were here.

- I am. - Ah. So you are.

Excuse me.

Keep ripping gentlemen.

This is a battle a war.

And the casualties could be your hearts and souls.

Thank you Mr Dalton.

Armies of academics going forward measuring poetry.

No! We will not have that here.

No more of MrJ. Evans Pritchard.

Now my class you will learn to think for yourselves again.

You will learn to savour words and language.

No matter what anybody tells you

words and ideas can change the world.

I see that look in Mr Pitts' eye...

like 19th century literature has nothing to do...

with going to business school or medical school.

Right? Maybe.

Mr Hopkins you may agree with him thinking

"Yes we should simply study our Mr Pritchard...

"and learn our rhyme and metre and go quietly about the business...

of achieving other ambitions."

I have a little secret for you. Huddle up.

Huddle up!

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion.

Medicine law business engineering:

these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry

beauty romance love- -

these are what we stay alive for.

To quote from Whitman.:

"O me O life of the questions of these recurring.

"Of the endless trains of the faithless.

"Of cities filled with the foolish.

"What good amid these O me O life?

"Answer: That you are here.

"That life exists and identity.

"That the powerful play goes on

and you may contribute a verse."

"That the powerful play goes on

and you may contribute a verse. "

What will your verse be?

For what we are about to receive

may the Lord make us truly grateful.

Amen.

Quite an interesting class you gave today Mr Keating.

- Sorry if I shocked you Mr McAllister. - There's no need to apologise.

It was very fascinating misguided though it was.

You think so?

You take a big risk by encouraging them to become artistsJohn.

When they realize that they're not Rembrandts Shakespeares or Mozarts

they'll hate you for it.

We're not talking artists George. We're talking freethinkers.

Freethinkers at 17?

Funny I never pegged you as a cynic.

Not a cynic.

A realist.

"Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams

and I'll show you a happy man."

"But only in their dreams can men be truly free.

'Twas always thus and always thus will be."

Tennyson?

No. Keating.

Hey I found his senior annual in the library.

Listen to this. Captain of the soccer team.

Editor of the school annual. Cambridge bound.

Thigh man and the Dead Poets Society.

"Man Most Likely To Do Anything."

Thigh man? Mr "K" was a hell- raiser.

What's the Dead Poets Society?

- I don't know. - Is there a picture in the annual?

- Nothing. No other mention of it. - That boy there

see me after lunch.

Mr Keating?

Mr Keating?

Sir?

- Say something. - O Captain my Captain?

Gentlemen.

We were just looking in your old annual.

Oh my God.

No that's not me.

Stanley "The Tool" Wilson.

- God. - What was the Dead Poets Society?

I doubt the present administration would look too favourably upon that.

Why? What was it?

- Gentlemen can you keep a secret? - Sure.

The Dead Poets were dedicated to sucking the marrow out of life.

That's a phrase from Thoreau we'd invoke at the beginning of every meeting.

You see we would gather at the old Indian cave...

and take turns reading from Thoreau Whitman Shelley- - the biggies.

Even some of our own verse.

And in the enchantment of the moment we'd let poetry work its magic.

You mean it was a bunch of guys sitting around reading poetry?

No Mr Overstreet. It wasn't just guys.

We weren't a Greek organization. We were romantics.

We didn't just read poetry we let it drip from our tongues like honey.

Spirits soared women swooned and gods were created gentlemen.

Not a bad way to spend an evening eh?

Hmm.

Thank you Mr Perry for this stroll down amnesia lane.

Burn that.

Especially my picture.

Dead Poets Society.

What?

- I say we go tonight. - Tonight?

- Wait a minute. - Everybody in?

- Where's this cave he's talking about? - It's beyond the stream.

- I know where it is. - That's miles.

- Sounds boring to me. - Don't go.

- You know how many demerits we're talking? - So don't come. Please.

Look all I'm saying is that we have to be careful.

- We can't get caught. - No shit Sherlock.

You boys there! Hurry up!

- All right who's in? - Aw come on Neil. Hager's- -

Forget Hager! No! Who's in?

I'm in.

I'm warning you! Move!

Me too.

- I don't know Neil. - What? Pitts!

- Pittsie come on. - His grades are hurting.

- You can help him Meeks. - What is this a midnight study group?

Forget it Pitts. You're coming. Meeks your grades hurting too?

- I'll try anything once. - Except sex.

- Ha ha ha. - I'm in as long as we're careful.

- What about you Knox? - I don't know Charlie.

Come on Knox. It'll help you get Chris.

Yeah? How?

- Women swoon. - But why do they swoon?

Charlie tell me why they swoon! Charlie!

Okay follow the stream to the waterfall.

It's right there. It's got to be on the banks.

I don't know. This is starting to sound dangerous.

- Oh well why don't you stay home? - Hey you're crazy.

For God's sake stop chattering and sit down.

- Todd are you coming tonight? - No.

Why not? God you were there. You heard Keating.

- Don't you want to do something about that? - Yes.

- But- - - But? But what?

Keating said that everybody took turns reading

and I don't want to do that.

Gosh you really have a problem with that don't you?

N- No I don't have a problem.

Neil I just- - I don't want to do it okay?

All right.

What if you didn't have to read? What if you just came and listened?

- That's not how it works. - Well forget how it works.

What if- - What if they said it was okay?

What- - What are you gonna go up and ask them?

No. No Neil.

- I'll be right back. - Neil. Neil!

Oh shut up will you?

That's for my asthma okay?

Could you give that back please?

What's the matter? Don't you like snakes?

- You're in. - Get away from me okay?

- Why don't you check your pocket huh?

- Come on. I have to brush my teeth. - Get a- - Get off.

- Cut out that racket in there!

Go. Go.

- I'm a dead poet! - Aw shit Charlie.

- Guys! Over here! - Funny. You're real funny.

It's too wet.

God are you trying to smoke us out of here?

No no. The smoke's going right up this opening.

You okay?

Oh God. Clowns.

All right forget the fire.

Let's go gentlemen.

- I hereby reconvene the Dead Poets Society

Welton Chapter.

The meetings will be conducted by myself...

and the other new initiates now present.

Todd Anderson because he prefers not to read

will keep minutes of the meetings.

I'll now read the traditional opening message...

by Society member Henry David Thoreau.

"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life."

I'll second that.

"To put to rout all that was not life.

"And not when I had come to die

discover that I had not lived."

- Keating's marked a bunch of other pages. - All right intermission!

Dig deep. Right here. Right here lay it down.

On the mud? We're gonna put our food on the mud?

Meeks put your coat down. Picnic blanket.

Use Meeks' coat.

Don't keep anything back either.

- You guys are always bumming my smokes. - Raisins?

- Yuck. - Wait a minute!

- Who gave us half a roll? - I'm eating the other half.

- Come on! - What you want me to put it back?

It was a dark and rainy night and this old lady

who had a passion for jigsaw puzzles

sat by herself in her house at her table to complete a new jigsaw puzzle.

But as she pieced the puzzle together

she realized to her astonishment

that the image that was formed was her very own room.

And the figure in the centre of the puzzle

as she completed it was herself.

And with trembling hands she placed the last four pieces...

and stared in horror at the face of a demented madman at the window.

The last thing that this old lady ever heard...

- was the sound of breaking glass. - No she didn't.

Yes this is true. This is true.

I've got one that's better than that.

I do. There's a young married couple

and they're driving through the forest at night on a long trip.

And they run out of gas and there's a madman on the- -

The thing with the hand?

I love that story!

- I told you that one. - You did not.

- I got that in camp in sixth grade. - Last year?

"In a mean abode in the Shanking Road

"lived a man named William Bloat.

"Now he had a wife the plague of his life

"who continually got his goat.

"And one day at dawn with her nightshift on

he slit her bloody throat."

Oh and it gets worse.

You want to hear a real poem?

- You want this? - No I don't need- - Get this outta here.

- What did you bring one? - You memorized a poem?

You memorized a poem?

- An original piece by Charlie Dalton. - An original piece.

- Take centre stage. - You know this is history right?

Wow. Whoa.

Where did you get that?

Where did you- -

- Whoa. - "Teach me to love?

"Go teach thyself more wit.

"I chief professor am of it.

"The god of love if such a thing there be

may learn to love from me."

Wow. Did you write that?

Abraham Cowley.

Okay. Who's next?

Alfred Lord Tennyson.

"Come my friends.

"'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

"For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset.

"And though we are not now that strength...

"which in old days moved Earth and heaven.

"That which we are we are:

"one equal temper of heroic hearts...

"made weak by time and fate but strong in will...

"to strive to seek to find

and not to yield."

"Then I had religion then I had a vision.

"I could not turn from their revel in derision.

"Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black

cutting through the forest with a golden track."

- Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black - Meeks. Meeks.

cutting through the forest with a golden track.

Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black

- cutting through the forest with a golden track.

Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black

- cutting through the forest with a golden track!

Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black

cutting through the forest with a golden track!

Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black

cutting through the forest with a golden track!

Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black

- cutting through the forest with a golden track!

Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black

cutting through the forest with a golden track!

Cutting through the forest with a golden track!

Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black- -

A man is not "very tired. " He is "exhausted. "

And don't use "very sad." Use- -

Come on Mr Overstreet you twerp.

- "Morose"? - Exactly! Morose!

Language was developed for one endeavour and that is- - Mr Anderson?

Come on are you a man or an amoeba?

Mr Perry?

Uh... to communicate.

No! To woo women.

Today we're going to be talking...

- about William Shakespeare. - Oh God.

I know. A lot of you look forward to this...

about as much as you look forward to root canal work.

We're gonna talk about Shakespeare...

as someone who writes something very interesting.

Now many of you have seen Shakespeare done very much like this:

"O Titus bring your friend hither."

But if any of you have seen Mr Marlon Brando

you know that Shakespeare can be different.

"Friends Romans countrymen lend me your ears."

You can also imagine maybe John Wayne as Macbeth going...

"Well is this a dagger I see before me?"

"Dogs sir? Oh not just now.

"I do enjoy a good dog once in a while sir.

"You can have yourself a three- course meal from one dog.

"Start with a canine croquette.

"Go to your Fido Flambe for main course.

'And for dessert a Pekingese parfait.

And you can pick your teeth with the little paw. "

Why do I stand up here?

- Anybody? - To feel taller.

No! Thank you for playing.

I stand upon my desk...

to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.

See the world looks very different from up here.

You don't believe me?

Come see for yourselves. Come on.

Come on. Just when you think you know something

you have to look at it in another way.

Even though it may seem silly or wrong

you must try.

Now when you read don't just consider what the author thinks.

Consider what you think.

Boys you must strive to find your own voice.

Because the longer you wait to begin

the less likely you are to find it at all.

Thoreau said "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation."

Don't be resigned to that. Break out.

Don't just walk off the edge like lemmings. Look around you.

There you go Mr Priske. Thank you!

Yes!

Dare to strike out and find new ground.

Now in addition to your essays

I would like you to compose a poem of your own an original work.

Ooh!

That's right.

You have to deliver it aloud in front of the class on Monday.

Bon chance gentlemen.

Mr Anderson.

Don't think I don't know this assignment scares the hell out of you you mole.

Take a power train in two!

- Three keep your eyes in the boat! - Stroke! Stroke!

Stroke! Stroke!

- We got it Pittsie.

Radio Free America!

Some people like to rock Some people like to roll

But movin'and a- groovin' is gonna satisfy my soul

Let's have a party Oooh

Let's have a party

Let's spin it to the soul Let's rock and roll

Let's have a party tonight

I never kissed a bear I never kissed a goose

But I can shake a chicken in the middle of the room

- Let's have a party

- I found it. - You found what?

What I want to do right now. What's really really inside of me.

- "A Midsummer Night's Dream." - This is it.

- What is that? - It's a play dummy.

I know that. Wh- What does it have to do with you?

All right they're putting it on at Henley Hall.

Open tryouts. Open tryouts!

- Yeah so? - So!

I'm gonna act.

Yes! Yes! I'm gonna be an actor!

Ever since I can remember I've wanted to try this!

I even tried to go to summer stock auditions last year

but of course my father wouldn't let me.

For the first time in my whole life I know what I want to do.

And for the first time I'm gonna do it...

whether my father wants me to or not!

- Carpe diem! - Neil Neil hold it.

How are you gonna be in a play if your father won't let you?

First I gotta get the part then I can worry about that.

But won't he kill you if he finds out you went to an audition and didn't tell him?

No no no. As far as I'm concerned he won't have to know about any of this.

- Well that's impossible. - Bullshit. Nothing's impossible.

Well why don't you just call him and ask him and m- maybe he'll say yes.

That's a laugh.

If I don't ask him at least I won't be disobeying him.

- Yeah but if he said no before- - - Jesus Todd whose side are you on?

I mean I haven't even gotten the part yet.

Can't I even enjoy the idea for a little while?

- You're coming to the meeting? - I don't know. Maybe.

Nothing Mr Keating has to say means shit to you does it Todd?

- Wh- What is that supposed to mean? - You're in the club!

Being in the club means being stirred up by things.

You look about as stirred up as a cesspool.

- So you want me out? - No I want you in!

But being in means you gotta do something not just say you're in.

Listen Neil I mean I appreciate this concern

but I'm not like you all right?

You- - You- You say things and people listen.

I- - I- I'm not like that.

- Don't you think you could be? - No.

I- - I- I don't know but that's not the point.

The point is there's nothing you can do about it so you can just butt out.

I can take care of myself just fine.

All right?

No.

What do you mean "no"?

No.

Give me that! Neil!

- Neil give that back! - "We are dreaming of a tomorrow- - "

- It's poetry! - Neil!

I'm being chased by Walt Whitman!

Okay! Okay!

What are you guys doing? I'm trying- - You see this chemistry- -

Hey. Give me- - Neil give me- -

Don't be immature. Come on!

- I need my- - - Give it to me!

Charlie!

Let me have my book. I need my- -

Okay everybody on the bus.

Let's go boys.

Come on. Let's go. On the bus boys.

Now!

Now devotees may argue...

that one sport or game is inherently better than another.

For me sport is actually a chance...

for us to have other human beings push us to excel.

I want you all to come over here and take a slip of paper...

and line up single file.

Mr Meeks time to inherit the Earth.

Mr Pitts... rise above your name.

I want you to hand these out to the boys one apiece.

You know what to do Pitts!

"Oh to struggle against great odds to meet enemies undaunted."

Sounds like you're daunted. Say it again like you're undaunted.

"Oh to struggle against great odds to meet enemies undaunted"!

Now go on!

Yes! Next!

"To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports."

Next. Louder!

"Oh I live to be the ruler of life not a slave."

"To mount the scaffolds.

To advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance. "

Come on Meeks! Listen to the music!

"To dance clap hands exalt shout skip

- roll on float on!" - Yes!

"Oh to have life henceforth the poem of new joys."

Boo!

Come on Charlie let it fill your soul.

"To indeed be a god!"

Charlie I got the part!

I'm gonna play Puck!

- I'm gonna play Puck! - What did he say?

- Puck you! - The main part!

- Great Neil! - Charlie I got it!

- Congratulations. - Good for you! Good for you!

Okay okay okay okay.

Neil how are you gonna do this?

They need a letter of permission from my father and Mr Nolan.

- You're not gonna write it. - Oh yes I am.

Oh Neil- - Neil you're crazy.

Okay.

I am writing to you...

on behalf of...

my son...

Neil Perry.

This is great!

"To Chris."

Who's Chris? Mmm Chris.

"I see a sweetness in her smile.

"Bright light shines from her eyes.

"But life is complete contentment is mine...

"just knowing that- -

"Just knowing that...

she's alive."

- I'm sorry Captain. It's stupid. - No. No it's not stupid.

It's a good effort. It touched on one of the major themes: love.

A major theme not only in poetry but life.

Mr Hopkins you were laughing. You're up.

"The cat sat on the mat."

Congratulations Mr Hopkins.

Yours is the first poem to ever have a negative score on the Pritchard scale.

We're not laughing at you we're laughing near you.

I don't mind that your poem had a simple theme.

Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things

like a cat or a flower or rain.

You see poetry can come from anything with the stuff of revelation in it.

Just don't let your poems be ordinary.

Now who's next?

Mr Anderson I see you sitting there in agony.

Come on Todd step up. Let's put you out of your misery.

I- I didn't do it. I didn't write a poem.

Mr Anderson thinks everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing.

Isn't that right Todd? Isn't that your worst fear?

Well I think you're wrong. I think you have something inside of you...

that is worth a great deal.

"I sound...

"my barbaric...

"yawp...

"over the rooftops...

of the world. "

W.W. Uncle Walt again.

Now for those of you who don't know a yawp is a loud cry or yell.

Now Todd I would like you to give us a demonstration of a barbaric yawp.

Come on you can't yawp sitting down.

Let's go. Come on up.

Got to get in yawping stance.

- A- Ayawp? - Not just a yawp. A barbaric yawp.

- Right. Yawp. - Come on. Louder.

- Yawp. - That's a mouse. Come on louder!

- Yawp. - Oh good God boy yell like a man!

- Yawp! - There it is.

You see you have a barbarian in you after all.

You don't get away that easy. There's a picture of Uncle Walt up there.

What does he remind you of? Don't think answer. Go on.

- A m- m- m- madman. - What kind of madman?

- Don't think about it just answer. - A cr- crazy madman.

No you can do better than that. Free up your mind. Use your imagination.

Say the first thing that pops into your head even if it's total gibberish.

A- A- A sweaty- toothed madman.

Good God boy there's a poet in you after all!

There. Close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close them.

Now describe what you see.

- Uh I- I close my eyes... - Yes?

- uh and his image floats beside me. - A sweaty- toothed madman.

A sweaty- toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.

Oh that's excellent!

Now give him action make him do something.

- H- His hands reach out and choke me. - That's it. Wonderful. Wonderful.

- And all the time he's mumbling. - What's he mumbling?

- Mumbling truth. - Yes.

- Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.

Forget them. Forget them. Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket.

Y- Y- You push it stretch it it'll never be enough.

You kick at it beat it it'll never cover any of us.

From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying

it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.

Don't you forget this.

That a boy Pittsie.

- Inhale deeply. - My dad collects pipes.

- Really? - He must have 30.

Your parents collect pipes? Oh that's interesting.

- Come on Knox. Join in. - Yeah Knox we're from the government.

We're here to help. What's wrong?

- It's Chris! - Here's a picture of Chris for you!

- Put that in your pipe and smoke it. - It's not funny.

Knock it off. Smoke your pipes.

- Neil. - Friends scholars Welton men.

What is that Neil?

- Duh it's a lamp Meeks. - No this is the god of the cave.

The god of the cave.

- Charlie what are you doing? - What do you say we start this meeting?

- I need a light. Who's got a light? - Anybody bring earplugs?

Gentlemen.

"Poetrusic" by Charles Dalton.

Oh man.

Laughing crying tumbling mumbling.

Gotta do more gotta be more.

Pitts.

Chaos screaming chaos dreaming. Gotta do more gotta be more!

- Wow. Nice. - That was great.

Where did you learn to play like that?

My parents made me take the clarinet for years!

- I love the clarinet. - I hated it.

The saxophone. The saxophone is more... sonorous.

Ooh more sonorous. Vocabulary.

I can't take it any more. If I don't have Chris

- I'm gonna kill myself. - Knoxious calm down.

No Charlie! That's just my problem.

I've been calm all my life. I'm gonna do something about that.

Where are you going? What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna call her.

- He's gonna call her! - Wait for me!

Hello?

She's gonna hate me.

The Danburrys will hate me.

My parents will kill me.

All right goddam it.

You're right. Carpe diem.

Even if it kills me.

- Hello? - Hello Chris?

- Yes. - Hi. This is Knox Overstreet.

Oh yes. Knox.

- I'm glad you called. - She's glad I called.

Listen Chet's parents are going out of town this weekend

and he's having a party.

- Would you like to come? - Would I like to come to a party?

- Yes. Say yes. - It's Friday. - Well sure.

- About 7.:00. - Great. I'll be there Chris.

- Okay. - Friday night at the Danburrys'. Okay.

- Okay. Bye. - Thank you. I'll see you. Bye.

Yawp!

Can you believe it?

She was gonna call me.

She invited me to a party with her.

- At Chet Danburry's house. - Yeah.

- Well? - So?

So you don't really think she means you're going with her?

Well of course not Charlie. But that's not the point.

- That's not the point at all. - What is the point?

- The point Charlie... - Uh- huh?

- is... - Yeah?

that she was thinking about me.

I've only met her once and already...

she's thinking about me.

Damn it it's gonna happen guys.

I feel it.

She is going to be mine.

Carpe! Carpe!

No grades at stake gentlemen. Just take a stroll.

There it is.

- I don't know but I've been told. - I don't know but I've been told.

Doing poetry is cold.

- Doing poetry is cold. - Left. Left. Left right left.

Left. Left. Left right left.

Left. Halt!

Thank you gentlemen.

If you noticed everyone started off with their own stride their own pace.

Mr Pitts taking his time. He knew he'll get there one day.

Mr Cameron. You could see him thinking "Is this right? It might be right.

It might be right. I know that- - Maybe not. I don't know."

Mr Overstreet driven by a deeper force. Yes.

We know that. All right. Now I didn't bring them up here to ridicule them.

I brought them up here to illustrate the point of conformity.

The difficulty in maintaining your own beliefs in the face of others.

Now I see the look in your eyes like "I would have walked differently."

Well ask yourselves why you were clapping.

Now we all have a great need for acceptance.

But you must trust that your beliefs are unique your own.

Even though others may think them odd or unpopular.

Even though the herd may go "That's ba- a- a- a- ad."

Robert Frost said

"Two roads diverged in the wood and I I took the one less traveled by.

And that has made all the difference."

I want you to find your own walk right now

your own way of striding pacing any direction.

Anything you want whether it's proud whether it's silly anything.

Gentlemen the courtyard is yours.

You don't have to perform just make it for yourself.

Mr Dalton will you be joining us?

Exercising the right not to walk.

Thank you Mr Dalton. Just illustrated the point.

Swim against the stream.

Todd?

- Hey. - Hey.

- What's going on? - Nothing.

- Today's my birthday. - Is today your birthday?

- Happy birthday. - Thanks.

- What did you get? - My parents just gave me this.

Isn't this the same desk set- -

Yeah yeah they gave me the same thing as last year.

- Oh. - Oh.

Maybe they thought you needed another one.

Maybe they weren't thinking about anything at all.

The funny thing is about this is I didn't even like it the first time.

Todd I think you're underestimating the value of this desk set.

I mean who would want a football or a baseball- -

- Or a car. - Mm- hmm or a car- -

if they could have a desk set as wonderful as this one.

I mean if I were ever going to buy a desk set... twice

I would probably buy this one... both times.

In fact its... shape is- -

It's rather aerodynamic isn't it?

You can feel it.

This desk set wants to fly.

Todd...

the world's first unmanned flying desk set.

Oh my! Well I wouldn't worry.

You'll get another one next year.

"To live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.

- To put to rout all that was not life- - "

My God.

- Is this it? - Yeah this is it.

Go ahead. Go on in. It's my cave. Watch your step.

Uh- oh.

Hi.

- Hello. - Hi.

Hi guys. Meet uh Gloria and- -

- Tina. - Tina.

- This is the pledge class of the Dead Poets Society. - Hello.

- How do you do? - Hello. - Hi.

Guys move. Move! Come on folks it's Friday night.

Let's get on with the meeting. Guys I have an announcement to make.

In keeping with the spirit of passionate experimentation of the Dead Poets

I'm giving up the name Charles Dalton.

From now on call me Nuwanda.

Nuwanda?

Hello? Hello Chris?

I crashed in thejungle while trying to keep a date

With my little girl who was back in the States

- I was stranded in thejungle- - Knox!

- Hi. - You made it! Great.

- Did you bring anybody? - No.

No? Ginny Danburry's here. Look I have to go find Chet.

- Why don't you go downstairs? That's where everybody is. - Yeah but Chris I've- -

- Make yourself at home. - But I've- -

Baby baby let's make romance

You know your old- time lover hasn't got a chance

- Hi guys.

Hey you Mutt Sanders' brother?

Bubba this guy look like Mutt Sanders to you or what?

- You're his brother? - No relation.

- Never heard of him. Sorry guys. - Where's our manners Steve?

Here's Mutt Sanders' brother and we don't even offer him a drink.

- Here you go. Have some whisky pal. - Yeah.

I uh I don't really drink whisky.

- To Mutt. - To Mutt.

To Mutt.

- How the hell is old Mutt anyway? - Yeah what's old Mutter been up to?

I don't really know Mutt.

To the Mighty Mutt.

- To Mighty Mutt. - To Mighty Mutt.

Listen I gotta go find Patsy.

- Say hello to Mutt for me okay? - Will do.

Hell of a guy your brother Mutt.

We gonna have a meeting or what?

Yeah if you guys don't have a meeting

how do we know if we want to join?

"Join"?

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

Thou art more lovely and more temperate."

That's so sweet.

- I made that up just for you. - You did?

I'll write one for you too Gloria.

"She walks in beauty like the night.

"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." - That's beautiful.

There's plenty more where that came from.

She sure looks fine to me What's her name

Look out Let me call her one time

Hey little girl

Gee you sure look fine

God help me.

Ooh baby you're not mine

Hey little girl How's about a date

- Carpe diem. - Hey little girl

How's about a date

You know I'll come get you early baby

Won't keep you out too late

Say little girl

Now how's about a kiss

Yeah say little girl

How's about a kiss

- You don't remember? - Well if you don't kiss me baby

- Chet. Chet. Look. - What?

- It's Mutt Sanders' brother. - Huh?

- Knox what- - - And he's feeling up your girl!

What are you doing?

- What the hell are you doing? - Chet. Chet don't!

- Now Chet I know this looks bad- - - Leave him alone.

Chet no! You'll hurt him!

- Chet stop it! Leave him alone! - Damn!

- Chet stop it! - Bastard!

Knox are you all right?

Chris get the hell away from him!

- Chet you hurt him! - Good!

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. - It's okay. It's- It's okay.

Next time I see you you die.

Go ahead. Pass it around.

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

It shouldn't be that hard to uh to put together.

Yeah. Uh I might be going to Yale.

Uh but I- 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. - It's- It's over now.

Why? Nobody knows who we are.

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.

It's Nuwanda Cameron.

That's right. It's Nuwanda.

Are we just playing around out here 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.

In 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 apologise 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 classroomJohn. 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 rumours 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?

- Boys marching clapping in unison. - Oh that.

That was an exercise to prove a point: dangers of conformity.

WellJohn the curriculum here is set. It's proven. It works.

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

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

At these boys' age? Not on your life!

TraditionJohn. 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 " which means- -

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 and sucking all the marrow...

- out of life and all that? - Sucking the marrow out of life...

doesn't mean choking on the bone.

There is a time for daring and there is 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.

'Cause 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'd been collect it would have been daring.

- All right. Go on boy. - No.

- We're trying to rehearse okay? Go.

A good persuasion therefore hear me Hermia.

Wait wait. The excitement. I don't hear any excitement about this play.

Now take her hand bring her downstage...

and stop and "Fair gentle Hermia."

Okay? Try again.

What's for dinner?

- Spaghetti and meatballs! - Food!

Save some for me.

"But room fairy! Here comes Oberon."

- Father. - Neil.

Wait a minute. Before you say anything

- please let me ex- - - Don't you dare talk back to me.

It's bad enough that you've wasted your time...

with this this absurd acting business

but you deliberately deceived me.

How- How- How did you expect to get away with this?

Answer me.

Who put you up to it?

- Was it this new man? Keating? - No.

Nobody p- - I thought I'd surprise you. I've gotten all A's in every class.

Did you really think I wasn't going to 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 night

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.

Oh.

- I'm sorry. Here. - Excuse me.

- Get you some tea? - Tea? Sure.

- Want some milk or sugar in that? - No thanks.

Gosh they don't give you much room around here.

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 do 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.

But acting is everything to me.

I mean- - But he doesn't know. He- -

I can see his point. We're not a rich family like Charlie's. I mean- -

But he's planning the rest of my life for me.

And he- he's never asked me what I want.

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

About your passion for acting? Have you showed 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.

You have to 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.

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.

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.

Chris!

Chris! Chris Noel. Do you know where she is?

- Um I think she's in Room 111. - Thanks.

I know.

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.

- Please accept these. Please. - No. No I- I can't.

Just forget it.

- Knox I don't believe this. - All I'm asking you to do is listen.

"The heavens made a girl named Chris...

"with hair and skin of gold.

"To touch her...

would be paradise. "

Get out of here. Cameron you fool.

Hey how'd it go? Did you read it to her?

- Yeah. - Wow. What'd she say?

- Nothing. - What do you mean nothing?

Nothing. But I did it.

Well what did she say? She had to say something!

- Hey Knox! - Seize the day!

- Did you talk to your father? - Uh yeah.

He didn't like it one bit but at least he's letting me stay in the play.

He won't be able to m- make it. He's in Chicago.

But uh I think he's gonna let me stay with acting.

Really? You told him what you told me?

Yeah.

He wasn't happy.

But he'll be gone at least four days.

I don't think he'll make the show but...

I think he'll let me stay with it.

"Keep up the schoolwork."

Thanks.

- Oh baby. - Beautiful baby.

- I am- - - Excuse me.

- Just a moment. Yes. You're so good.

Come on Todd. I'm trying to fix this.

Come on Nuwanda we're going to miss Neil's entrance.

He said something about getting red before we left.

- "Getting red"? What does that mean? - I- - You know Charlie.

So Charlie what's this 'getting red"bit?

- Ooh. - Ooh.

W- What is that?

It's an Indian warrior symbol for virility.

Makes me feel potent like I can drive girls crazy.

Oh come on Charlie. The girls are waiting.

Whoa.

Chris.

What are you doing here?

- Gentlemen let's go! - Go ahead guys. I'll catch up.

Yeah. Come on guys.

Chris you can't be in here.

- If they catch you we're both gonna be in big trouble. - Come on.

- Oh but it's fine if- - - Shh shh. Chris.

It's fine for you to come barging into my school and make a fool out of me?

I didn't mean to make a fool out of you.

Well you did. Chet found out.

It took everything I could do to keep him from coming here and killing you.

- Knox you have got to stop this stuff. - I can't Chris. I love you.

Knox you say that over and over.

You don't- - You don't even know me.

Will you bejoining us Mr Overstreet?

Go ahead Captain. I'll walk.

Knox. Knox i- it just so happens...

that I could care less about you.

Then you wouldn't be here warning me about Chet.

I have to go. I'm gonna be late for the play.

- Are you going with him? - Chet? To a play?

- Are you kidding? - Then come with me.

Knox you are so infuriating!

Come on Chris just give me one chance.

If you don't like me after tonight I'll stay away forever.

- Uh- huh. - I promise. Dead Poets honour.

You come with me tonight

and then if you don't want to see me again I swear I'll bow out.

- What would happen if Chet found out? - He won't know anything.

We'll sit in the back and sneak away as soon as it's over.

And I suppose you would promise that this would be the end of it?

- Dead Poets honour. - What is that?

- My word. - Hmm.

You are so infuriating.

Hey there he is! Hey hey hey hey!

Shh boys.

Either I mistake your shape and making quite...

or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite called Robin Goodfellow!

Thou speak'st aright.

I am that merry wanderer of the night.

I jest to Oberon and make him smile...

when I a fat and bean- fed horse beguile.

Neighing in the likeness of a filly foal.

Sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl...

in very likeness of a roasted crab.

And when she drink against her lips I bob...

and on her withered dewlap pour the ale.

- The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale. - He's good. He's really good.

Sometime for three- foot stool mistaketh me.

Then slip I from her bum down topples she and "Tailor" cries...

and falls into a cough.

And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh...

and waxen in their mirth nee- e- e- eze...

and swear.

A merrier hour was never wasted there.

But room fairy.

- Here comes Oberon. - And here my mistress. Would that he were gone.

Then by your side no bed- room me deny.

For lying so Hermia I do not lie.

Lysander riddles very prettily. Much beshrew my manners...

and my pride if Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.

But gentle friend for love and courtesy...

lie further off in human modesty

such separation as may well be said becomes a virtuous bachelor and maid.

Good night sweet friend. Thy love ne'er alter 'til thy sweet life end.

Amen. Amen to that fair prayer say I.

- And then end life when I end loyalty. - Neil. That's your cue Neil.

Come on Neil. Here's your crown. Let's go.

If we shadows have offended...

think but this and all is mended.

That you have but slumber'd here while these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme no more yielding but a dream.

Gentles do not reprehend.

If you pardon we will mend.

And as I am an honest Puck if we have unearned luck

now to 'scape the serpent's tongue

we will make amends ere long; else the Puck a liar call.

So good night unto you all.

Give me your hands if we be friends

and Robin shall restore amends.

Yawp! Carpe diem!

That was great!

Excuse me. I'm Neil's father. I'd like to see him please.

Neil your father.

- What did you think? - You were all just wonderful!

Excuse me please.

- Excuse me. Excuse me. - Neil! Back here! Neil!

Neil Neil you were great! Come back Neil.

- I can't guys. - Neil.

Excuse me.

Neil. Neil. You have the gift.

What a performance. You left even me speechless.

- You have to stay with- - - Get in the car.

Keating you stay away from my son.

Neil! Neil! Mr Perry come on!

Don't make it any worse than it is.

Do you want to take the other car?

Is it okay if we walk back?

Captain?

- Knox? - What?

We'll be home about 11:30.

We're trying very hard...

to understand why it is that you insist on defying us.

But whatever the reason we're not gonna let you ruin your life.

I'm withdrawing you from Welton and enrolling you in Braden Military School.

You're going to Harvard and you're gonna be a doctor.

But that's ten more years.

- Father that's a lifetime! - Oh stop it!

Don't be so dramatic. You make it sound like a prison term.

You don't understand Neil.

You have opportunities that I never even dreamt of!

- I am not going to let you waste them! - I've got to tell you what I feel.

- We've been so worried about- - - What? What? Tell me what you feel!

What is it?

Is it more of this- this acting business?

Because you can forget that.

What?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Well then let's go to bed.

I was good. I was really good.

Go on get some sleep.

It's going to be all right.

What was that?

What?

- That sound. - What sound?

Tom?

What is it?

What's wrong?

Neil?

Tom what is it?

What's wrong?

Neil?

- Neil? - I'll look outside.

Neil?

No!

- Oh Neil! Oh my God! - Oh my God. Oh no no.

- Oh my son! My son! My poor son! - He's all right.

He's all right! - Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it! Stop it.

Todd. Todd.

Oh Charlie.

What is it?

Neil's dead.

It's so beautiful.

Todd!

- It's okay Todd. - Calm down.

It's all right Todd.

- Todd it's okay. - It's okay Todd.

It's all right. It's all right.

- He wouldn't have done it. - You can't explain it Todd.

- It was his father! - No!

He wouldn't have left us. It's because he- -

He wouldn't have.

- His dad was- - - Todd.

His- His father did it. His father killed him.

He made him do it.

Todd!

Leave him be.

...All my life

Shall surely

Follow me

And in God's house

Forevermore

My dwelling place

Shall be

Amen

The death of Neil Perry is a tragedy.

He was a fine student

one of Welton's best.

And he will be missed.

We've contacted each of your parents to explain the situation.

Naturally they're all quite concerned.

At the request of Neil's family

I intend to conduct a thorough inquiry into this matter.

Your complete cooperation is expected.

- You told him about this meeting? - Twice.

That's it guys. We're all fried.

- How do you mean? - Cameron's a fink.

- He's in Nolan's office now finking. - About what?

The club Pittsie. Think about it.

The board of directors the trustees and Mr Nolan.

Do you think for one moment they're gonna let this thing just blow over?

Schools go down because of things like this. They need a scapegoat.

What's going on guys?

You finked didn't you Cameron?

"Finked"? I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

You told Nolan everything about the club is what I'm talking about.

Look in case you hadn't heard Dalton there's something...

called an honour code at this school all right?

If a teacher asks you a question you tell the truth or you're expelled.

- You- - - Charlie!

He's a rat! He's in it up to his eyes so he ratted to save himself!

- Don't touch him Charlie. You do and you're out. - I'm out anyway!

- You don't know that. Not yet! - He's right there Charlie.

And if you guys are smart you will do exactly what I did and cooperate.

They're not after us. We're the victims.

Us and Neil.

What's that mean? Who are they after?

Why Mr Keating of course. The "Captain" himself!

You guys didn't really think he could avoid responsibility did you?

Mr Keating responsible for Neil? Is that what they're saying?

Well who else do you think dumb ass? The administration? Mr Perry?

Mr Keating put us up to all this crap didn't he?

If it wasn't for Mr Keating Neil would be...

cozied up in his room right now studying his chemistry...

- and dreaming of being called "Doctor"! - That is not true Cameron!

You know that! He didn't put us up to anything.

- Neil loved acting. - Believe what you want

but I say let Keating fry.

I mean why ruin our lives?

You just signed your expulsion papers Nuwanda.

And if the rest of you are smart you'll do exactly what I did!

They know everything anyway.

You can't save Keating

but you can save yourselves.

Knox Overstreet.

- Meeks. - Go away. I have to study.

What happened to Nuwanda?

Expelled.

What'd you tell 'em?

Nothing they didn't already know.

Todd Anderson.

- Hello son. - Hello darling.

Mom.

Have a seat Mr Anderson.

Mr Anderson I think we've pretty well put together what's happened here.

You do admit to being a part of this Dead Poets Society?

Answer him Todd.

Yes sir.

I have here a detailed description...

of what occurred at your meetings.

It describes how your teacher Mr Keating

encouraged you boys to organize this club...

and to use it as a source of inspiration...

for reckless and self- indulgent behaviour.

It describes how Mr Keating both in and out of the classroom

encouraged Neil Perry to follow his obsession with acting...

when he knew all along it was against the explicit orders...

of Neil's parents.

It was Mr Keating's blatant abuse of his position as teacher...

that led directly to Neil Perry's death.

Read that document carefully Todd.

Very carefully.

If you've nothing to add or amend sign it.

What's gonna happen to Mr Keating?

I've had enough. Sign the paper Todd!

Grass is gramen or herba.

Lapis is stone.

The entire building is aedificium.

Sit.

I'll be teaching this class through exams.

We'll find a permanent English teacher during the break.

Who will tell me where you are in the Pritchard textbook?

Mr Anderson?

- Uh in the in the Prit- - - I can't hear you Mr Anderson.

In the in the in the Pritchard- -

Kindly inform me Mr Cameron.

We skipped around a lot sir.

We covered the romantics and some of the chapters on post- Civil War literature.

- What about the realists? - We skipped most of that sir.

All right then we'll start over.

What is poetry?

Come!

Excuse me.

I came for my personals.

Should I come back after class?

Get them now Mr Keating.

Gentlemen turn to page 21 of the introduction.

Mr Cameron

read aloud the excellent essay by Dr Pritchard...

on "Understanding Poetry. "

That page has been ripped out sir.

Well borrow somebody else's book.

They're all ripped out sir.

What do you mean "They're all ripped out"?

- Sir we- - Ac- - - Never mind.

Read.

"'Understanding Poetry' by DrJ. Evans Pritchard Ph.D.

"To fully understand poetry we must first be fluent...

"with its metre rhyme and figures of speech.

"Then ask two questions. One:

"How artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered?

"And two:

"How important is that objective?

"Question one rates the poem's perfection.

"Question two rates its importance.

'And once these questions have been answered

"determining a poem's greatness becomes a relatively simple matter.

If the poem's score for perfection is plotted on the horizontal of a graph- - "

- Mr Keating! They made everybody sign it. - Quiet Mr Anderson!

- You've got to believe me. It's true. - I do believe you Todd.

- Leave Mr Keating. - But it wasn't his fault!

Sit down Mr Anderson! One more outburst from you or anyone else

and you're out of this school!

Leave Mr Keating.

I said "Leave Mr Keating."

- O Captain my Captain. - Sit down Mr Anderson.

Do you hear me? Sit down!

Sit down!

This is your final warning Anderson.

How dare you. Do you hear me?

O Captain my Captain.

Mr Overstreet I warn you!

Sit down!

Sit down!

Sit down! All of you! I want you seated!

Sit down! Leave Mr Keating.

All of you down! I want you seated!

Do you hear me?

Sit down!

Thank you boys.