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A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

Moving up and down, going round in lonely traces of a friend.

The wind in the trees is more than a breeze.

Winding through a memory.

Chilly winds may blow.

Chilly winds they come and they go.

Chilly winds may blow.

And I don't know.

Endless evolution.

Turned off revolution.

Everybody reads between the lines.

Put on the shelf.

So high on life itself.

Hopelessly we're playing with the mind.

Chilly winds.

Good morning class.

I'm your substitute teacher.

How do you pronounce that?

If you'll get your homework together I'll circulate that equation.

Take that figure.

And your report is on?

John Milton.

Paradise Lost.

Yours.

Can I please be excused?

Yes.

Who's there?

Hello?

You alright?

Mr. Proffer!

Mr. Proffer!

Mr. Proffer!

Mr. Proffer!

Here, just a moment young man.

Mr. Proffer, in our laboratory.

She's in our laboratory.

Who?

She'll fairbunt.

She's up there in the boy's lavatory.

That is very much against the rules.

It's not that, sir.

Shit, it's nothing immoral, sir.

She's dead.

Mr. Proffer, that's exactly how it started in other schools.

A moral breakdown.

Values completely disintegrated.

It's alright, she's dead.

Repeat your 10-20.

Oceanfront Heights Road, Forest and Yell Street.

Roger, I'm on my way.

This is my first murder, but should everyone be crowding in here?

I don't understand this.

We've always kept our academic averages so high.

Just a minute, you're not so fair.

She was such a terrific little cheerleader.

Mr. Proffer, please, if there's any evidence, sir, it's being trampled.

Alright, watch it, man.

Watch it, come on, step aside.

Let me through there, come on.

Get away from that door.

Get back, get back.

And stay there.

Chief Podolsky, don't you think there's too much...

Evidence...

Evidence trampling going on here.

Alright, everybody stop trampling on the evidence.

And that means everybody.

And shut up.

Anyway, it was about 10 after 9.

I remember English class had just started...

Ain't you the football team water boy?

I'm the student manager.

Oh, the water is carried by the assistant student manager, Pete.

Well, anyway, I went to use that cubicle right there.

Say, how do you think the team's gonna do against Valley High, huh?

I went into that... I went into this cubicle... Was it 44, 45?

45, I guess.

I started to use this cubicle right here.

And I looked down and I saw a leg.

You guys seem to feel much more positive about everything now.

State police.

I wonder what's happened.

I want a sperm and motor station checked before the body's removed.

Why don't you and the boy go to your office, Mr. Proffer?

I'm sure he'll be more pleasant there.

You don't need a kid at all.

I got his whole story right here.

And the note that was pinned to her butt.

The what?

Yeah, I got it.

Run it.

Here.

Here it is.

Here.

Let me understand this.

You found this on the girl's body?

Yeah.

And you removed it?

And then you folded it carefully.

Otherwise, you might have lost a very valuable piece of evidence.

You know, I got some very good ideas about this killing.

And I'm gonna need all the help I can get from you, Chief.

Starting right now.

McGrew?

Yes.

Oh, sorry, I was in the middle of a Hum -Wadsworth test.

What?

Wait a minute.

What happened?

I don't know.

Did you hear what happened?

Yes, I sure did.

I just heard.

No, I don't know.

Do they know who did it?

They don't know.

Look, I'll tell you as soon as I come out here.

She was a fine girl and a really terrific little cheerleader.

Oh, thank God you've come.

Look, some of the parents are assisting me close.

School and the newspapers are demanding a statement.

This is Mr. McGrew, our assistant principal.

I don't know.

On my way is your football coach.

I've seen you many times from across the field, McGrew.

I'm Captain Sam Sircher, State Police Investigation Division.

How do you do?

Sorry I wasn't immediately available.

Oh, he explained.

You know, my kids are going to be really impressed that I met Tiger McGrew.

How many years has it been since Braddock High won a game for you folks?

Four years at least, right?

Yes, we've had quite a run of exceptional young men through here.

Young women, Jill was one of the finest.

She was such a terrific little cheerleader.

Damn it, Mr. Proffer, don't you think she'd want to be

remembered for something besides leading a bunch of stupid yells?

Well, let's get our time sequence straight now.

When you looked into the booth, you recognized her.

You turned and then you ran for help.

Well, actually, I didn't recognize her at first.

Well, I was facing her from sort of an unusual angle.

And I didn't recognize her until after she toppled over.

Well, how'd she topple over, son?

I think I leaned on her.

You leaned on her?

How?

When I bent over to read the note.

What are you so...

What are you so nervous about?

Because I...

keep wondering, maybe I did it on purpose.

Did what?

Come on, kid, tell us what you did to the body.

I leaned my hand on her bottom like I said.

You think I'd do anything else to a dead girl?

I haven't even had a live one yet.

Love life problems, huh?

What love life?

I'm 17 years old, and I haven't even so much as touched a girl's breast yet.

Well, maybe you haven't found the right girl.

Now, is there anything bugging you?

I mean, like that?

Well, you're not worried about acne or bad breath or anything.

No, it's nothing like that.

It's nothing physical, then.

That's good.

Perhaps there is one physical thing I should have mentioned.

I have kind of a problem with you.

You know, erections.

Here's the problem.

Constant parts or does it vary?

Well, it's pretty constant.

Well, I mean, does anything seem to help?

Well, yes, sir, they don't seem to happen as often if I take cold showers.

When I'm with a girl, the only thing that helps

is to do multiplication problems in my head.

But that kind of interferes with conversations.

Hello, Ponce, dear.

What a terrible experience finding that poor girl like that.

Oh, hello, Mr. McDrew.

I'm Miss Smith, substitute teacher.

Yes, I know.

Is there anything at all I can do for you?

No, ma'am.

How are you?

Oh, I'm just fine, Miss Smith.

Thank you.

Done.

Very good.

Incidentally, I'm putting your name down for track next semester.

Oh, wow.

Come on, Tyler.

That sports scene is a drag.

I don't know how you got hooked on it.

You can't spend the rest of your life reading a book, Harold.

Oh, Jesus.

An animal body needs animal exercise.

Right.

I'm going to teach you to feel mad, to live.

Hello, Yipper.

Can I offer you a drink?

Yeah.

I'll live right there.

Mommy, did you tell Daddy what I got in school?

Hi, Sugarflog.

Hey, what's this call turning into?

Oh, don't ask me.

You heard, huh?

On the news, it's awful.

Shocking.

Do the police have any clues?

Well, I don't know.

I talked to the inspector today, but he didn't seem to want to tell me anything.

You know, they never want to tell you anything when they talk to you.

It's questions.

Was she raped, Captain?

Well, if you don't mind, I'll ask the questions.

I'm surprised that embarrasses you.

Well, isn't sex involved in many of the crimes you investigate?

Yes, now and then.

Now, about those boys Jill used to date.

Were any of those boys in the habit of calling her...

honey?

Yes.

All right, who?

Oh, well, probably all of them.

See, our generation's not afraid of feeling...

affection.

Or expressing it.

For example...

I love you.

And I love you.

And the world has learned to love one another.

I'm afraid that will be all, Miss Licker.

Hilda.

Hilda.

Next.

Good afternoon, Miss Mellish.

Yvonne.

Yvonne.

Doesn't every survey show that the police are oriented very conservatively?

So are many Americans.

What?

But if the police represent just one point of view...

well, that could be very dangerous.

Oh, Ponce, hey.

Is my dad dangerous because he's conservative?

Your dad doesn't have the powers of repression.

Do the police represent?

Well,

they deserve what they get, that's all.

Football practice?

Not yet.

No, it hasn't been decided yet.

Miss Smith.

Excuse me.

Hi, Mr. McDrew.

Could we...

get together during fifth grade?

Yeah.

I mean, no, no, I'm not free.

But what I mean is I'll make myself free.

Good.

Definitely.

Good.

Okay.

In a typical high school, it would be difficult to invent a system more

destructive of a child's natural creativity.

Only in the most backward penal institutions does one discover equally

oppressive rules of silence, restriction of movement, constant examination of

behavior, a world in which one must learn to work, eat,

exercise, and sometimes even defecate by the clock.

Do you mind?

The coroner estimates that the girl was killed between eight and...

Yes, I said I was here, working on my book at that time.

Well, no offense, I hope.

No offense taken.

It's your job.

For test result control, some students are more easily distracted than others.

This might show up as low IQ or some defect which actually isn't present.

The principal tells me that he thinks this guidance

counseling is responsible for the academic average here.

Master's degree in psychology.

That's quite impressive.

And I understand that you've turned down a couple of offers to teach at universities?

Because I believe this is, as they say, where it's at.

High schools are simply not reaching the students.

For every college dropout, we lose 15 to 18 in high school, Captain.

The record's on the dead girl.

Anything in there that might be of help to us?

I think Jill fooled a lot of people.

Not particularly intelligent, IQ 103.

She seemed more intelligent because she adapted so well to level activities.

Quite beautiful, huh?

Yes, extraordinary figure.

Excellent dancer.

But time twirler.

What kind of men would a girl like this be attracted to, Tiger?

Well, let me see.

I'd say it's not impossible.

She had marriage in mind.

As a psychologist, any comment on the note that was found on her body?

Out of my line.

Disturbed personality, obviously.

Hello, Miss Smith.

Hi.

Mind locking the door?

Flip the switch, too, will you?

You know, I try to get in three minutes of this every day.

You'd be surprised how hard it is to find the time.

Would you like to pour us a drink?

Sure.

Sit over here.

It's organic apples, brewer's yeast, honey, and a raw egg.

Helps keep the old juices flowing.

Oh, well, that's...

That certainly is important to a teacher.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

We must have a real drink sometime.

Or is there somebody?

No.

I mean, there was, but we broke up.

Pity.

Sit down.

It must be very difficult to be a single female teacher.

Well, yes, I...

I think at times we could even... It's almost painful.

Which makes me wonder if you can handle something I have in mind.

Oh, yes.

I mean, I'll certainly try to handle anything you might throw at me, as it were.

Ponce.

Pardon me?

Oh.

Oh, Ponce De Leon Harper.

Oh, yes, 12th grade, the boy who founded the... He obviously has enormous potential.

But somehow he's acquired a hang-up about sex.

And I doubt if a girl his age could help him now.

And I was wondering, Betty, if you would.

Uh... Help him.

Oh, I understand your hesitation.

This could cut into your afternoons or evenings when you

and I would meet and compare notes on Ponce's progress.

Well, uh, yes, I guess we would have to do that, wouldn't we?

Oh, now, let's see.

As I understand it, you, uh... You want me to help him?

His problem is...

Sexual immaturity.

Oh.

Yes, uh...

Well, that's, uh...

That certainly is a problem.

And the solution is...

A mature woman's...

Friendship.

Oh!

You want me to be his friend?

You could start by inviting him to your apartment.

Tell him you want to go over some assignment with him.

It sounded at first as if you wanted me to sleep with him.

Isn't that silly?

That's uproarious.

I wonder what you would have said.

Well, now, if we started doing that with our students...

Who knows where it would lead?

Well, we'd certainly get to know them better.

But I wonder if it's ever justified.

Say, in the case of a... Of an exceptional student.

But some teachers... Might do it for pleasure.

Yes, I suppose there could be some... Some whistling while we work.

Could I be honest about something?

Yes, of course.

I hope you're not going to ask me to invite him to my apartment too often.

At this age...

The boys are really becoming men and...

I don't see any point in being...

In being uncomfortable.

Well, there's no reason to be... Uncomfortable in Ponce's case.

He confessed to me only this morning that he's...

Totally impotent.

Oh, the poor child.

Yes, tonight, can you?

I thought you might want to expand your notes on Milton into a term paper.

See you later then, Ponce.

Well, it's hard to answer.

Has anyone made any unnatural sexual advances toward me?

Perhaps if the captain were to rephrase the question, Pamela.

No, I think I understand the question.

I don't understand the word unnatural in this context, sir.

Well, I'm happy to ask all the girls.

The thing is, if a boy didn't make sexual advances toward me...

I think that would be pretty unnatural.

No, that's not quite what I'm getting at this Wilcox.

Perhaps if the captain were to rephrase the question, Pamela.

No, I think I understand the question.

Okay, okay.

All right, thank you very much.

Thank you.

Next.

Sit down, miss.

Sonny, Swingle.

Swingle.

Swingle.

Has anyone made any unnatural sexual overtures to you?

Oh, wait a minute.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Oh, hi, Ponce.

Come on in.

I just know we're going to be good friends.

Yes, ma'am.

Now, shall we start out by discussing what you think about Milton?

Milton who?

John Milton, silly.

Paradise loft, remember?

You were saying about Milton.

Well, he was a great poet.

Go on.

Well, he describes the way in heaven from which Satan was expelled...

and his evolution into the devil...

avenging himself by...

by corrupting his most finest creation, woman.

I mean, mankind.

I fled, but he pursued.

Though more it seems inflamed with lust than rage...

and swifter for me overtook his mother, all dismayed...

and in embraces forcible and foul engendering with me...

of that rape begot these yelling monsters...

that with ceaseless cries surround me...

as thou sauced, hourly conceived and hourly born...

with sorrow infinite to me...

for when they list into the womb that bred them, they return.

And howl and gnaw my bowels their repast.

Isn't this exciting?

Oh, yeah.

What's the matter, Ponce?

Now, you don't think I'm going to eat you, do you?

Oh, yes, I know, Miss Smith.

Come.

Let's make some hot chocolate.

Oh, well, I'll just wait here.

No, come with me, Ponce.

Okay, well, I'll bring the text along in case you'd like to refer to it.

You've had enough, Milton, for one day.

Let's have some hot chocolate.

Coming, Ponce?

Yeah.

Miss Smith, may I please be excused?

To your left and through the bedroom.

A girl has no diary, just letters.

Let's get cracking.

You're right.

These were all pen pals.

No wonder she didn't die of writer's cram.

Ponce,

are you all right?

The chocolate's getting cold.

Listen to me, Ponce.

I'm hardly worthy of being a teacher if I can't discuss any problem a student has.

Please come out.

Ponce, dear, I happen to know that you're struggling with a sexual problem.

Is that it?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I'm going to be equally honest with you.

The reason I invited you here was to help you.

You must be putting me on, Miss Smith.

Come.

Let's sit down and talk about it.

Please.

Oh, I can't.

Ponce, you are a handsome, healthy boy and everything's going to work out all right.

You mustn't worry.

You must continually believe that.

Ponce, would you be more comfortable discussing it in the living room?

Please.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness.

Ma'am?

Isn't that just wonderful?

Well... We certainly have ended this night on a note of triumph, haven't we?

I got him.

Son of a bitch.

Damn.

After two days of intensive investigation, the police are

still without a suspect in the Oceanfront High School murder.

Joel Fairbun, a lovely 17-year-old senior at Oceanfront,

was found dead in the boy's lavatory by a fellow student.

Chapter 14.

Love, life and learning are what education is all about.

Yet somehow, schools begin backwards by teaching places, names, formulas.

Instead, we should teach a passion for living, a love for our world and

ourselves, which would set students reveling in discovery.

And in this century, in which mankind seems racing

toward a new dark ages at best, if not annihilation.

I'll get it, hon.

Our schools may become our last chance.

Indeed, our last minute chance to turn mankind toward truth, joy and love.

It's Captain Surtur, hon.

He says it's important.

We got a couple of questions with Drew.

And they couldn't wait for morning.

Remember the words of the note left on the body?

So long, honey.

Yes, puzzling.

Which led us to believe that the killer was a psychopath, but...

Listen.

Dear Jill, honey, how uptight they'd all be if they knew.

Owe you, honey.

This man needs you.

I'll defy them with you.

Signed.

First, let me make my position very, very clear.

Nobody but nobody is going to get away with murder.

But the last person I'd wanted to be is one of the black students.

Who just opens up that question of police prejudice.

It's signed Greeny.

Isn't that the nickname of one of your quarterbacks?

Jim Green?

Yes, but I'm sure you'll find he was in the cell... We've checked.

This is his week-to-be clean-up monitor in the chemistry lab.

He was in there alone this morning.

Listen, can I get a sample of his handwriting?

I mean, homework or something like that?

I want to make absolutely certain before I make a move.

It's Jim's handwriting.

All right, then we'll have to pick him up.

Well, if he killed her in the chemistry lab downstairs...

...why would he deposit the body in the second floor can?

Perhaps because it's the furthest route away from the assembly...

...and the school office area.

We'll check out the timing and all that.

But I was hoping you were going to tell me something I don't know.

I am.

He's not your killer, I promise you that.

As his friend, as his teacher...

...and as a skilled psychologist.

All right, I'll hold off.

Yes.

Oh, by the way...

...I was talking over some of your ideas with my two sons...

...and they told me to give you a message.

Right on, man.

Right on.

Now!

Oh, dear, this is terribly embarrassing.

Oh!

Only one second to here.

Oh!

34 seconds to here.

You stay lit, Miss Kramer.

I want him to carry you in there.

But I've never been in a moise like this before.

Let's go, boys.

Aha!

Freeze, you son of a bitch!

Voldoski!

While I was waiting for the killer...

...a criminal always returns to the scene of the crime.

Can we talk about something?

Sure.

I went to see Miss Smith last night.

You mean if a woman compliments you on your erection?

Well, that should mean she kind of likes you, right?

Yes.

It does sound like a warm friendship development.

See what?

Oh, and she said it's splendid, Pons.

It's just lovely.

Then she shoved me out the front door.

Tiger, am I crazy?

I think we've cured Pons.

What happened?

Well, we discussed Milton and had hot chocolate.

No, no, no, no.

I mean, what did you do to cure him?

Well, nothing really.

He just...

...bloomed, as it were.

Well, something stimulated the boy.

What was it?

I don't know.

Well, now your next meeting, you must watch him carefully.

Note the exact moment he's aroused.

Excuse me, but I prefer not to.

Why?

Well, it's difficult to put into words, but...

Well, after Pons left last night, I had a miserable evening.

Oh?

He's a very attractive boy, and I just can't go through all that again.

I'm sure you're exaggerating, Miss Smith.

Tiger, I broke up with my boyfriend 13 months ago.

It's so easy to escape that kind of discomfort.

I'm surprised you don't know the method.

You don't, do you?

Method?

No.

Well, let me demonstrate.

Now, it's terribly important that you not think of affection.

Are you at all familiar with this experiment?

No, no.

I can't say that.

Well, it's a reverse on basic masters and Johnson.

The whole trick is to maintain an observer's point of view.

Oh.

Now, since you're treating these sensations as an interesting physical

phenomenon, you'll notice it's impossible for me to excite you.

Yes, I noticed.

You see, sex is much more than just touch.

It certainly is.

Not that there isn't an art to touch.

I mean, this can be quite pleasant.

Yes, it could be pleasant.

You are now responding to me, intellectually and analytically.

I am?

Now, notice the difference when emotion replaces analysis.

Now, let's try the same thing with affection.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Lock the door.

What?

Lock the door.

Goodie, I love you.

I want you.

Oh, I want you.

Oh, tiger.

Tiger.

There now.

I'm sure you get the general idea.

Tiger?

Let's see.

I believe I have some test scheduled this period.

With that body of yours, it was certainly difficult to remain analytical.

Oh, hello, Pam.

Be with you in a minute.

Could we continue this discussion later today?

My schedule's pretty tight, Miss Smith.

How about meeting after you've had an obsession with the student question?

I think I hate you.

Go for it.

Set.

Hut.

You look pretty well up, huh?

Yeah, they can do better.

Watch this for when you get your own team.

Tell me, why are we here?

To win.

What?

To win.

Why do we win?

Why do we win?

Why?

Who can beat us?

Can Carverton beat us?

No.

Can they beat us?

No.

Will they beat us?

No.

What are we gonna do to them?

No.

I ran

into Miss Smith.

She mentioned you.

She did.

I have the impression that she wouldn't mind

terribly if you happened by again some night.

You caught me!

I really want you.

No.

I mean I want to split with you.

Split?

I want to be your old lady.

Hey, come on now.

I've got an old lady.

I don't care.

Joe and I were friends, Dick.

We were really tight.

And I know.

Do you understand?

I know.

You know what exactly?

You were making it with her.

Did she tell you that?

No.

I followed you to the beach about five nights ago.

Remember?

Yeah.

Did she tell anyone?

Just dying like that made me see something, Tiger.

Got to grab for happiness.

No one's going to give it to you.

Got to reach out and take it.

You haven't answered my question.

You have to mind, Tiger.

Or else I won't be able to help myself.

Morning.

Fill her up?

Yes, sir.

Check under the hood?

Yes, sir.

Tiger!

They

always die with a smile on her face.

But the killer is some part of this school.

There's no longer any doubt about that.

Are we agreed, then?

Is the school to stay open?

It's our best chance of finding the killer.

All right.

But what about the game, though, Tiger?

Oh, heck, I said cancel the whole thing.

We won't win against Carverton.

Right, Tiger?

We play on Friday.

Once you start retreating, life will drag you down.

Ponce, football practice today?

No, we never practice on the day of a murder.

Come on, Jim.

You've got to get into it.

Look, Jim, I mean...

All you have to try to do is to make sense out of the written word.

What's the author trying to say, you know?

Look... Why would you have me tie myself down for the first woman who comes along?

Give up the world for her and never look at anyone else, you see?

What a fine thing that would be to be... ...tricked into fidelity.

To bury yourself into one passion forever.

And to be blind from your youth on to all the other...

...beauties... ...to whom I catch your eye.

No?

All yours, Don Juan.

I'm doing it for Thanksgiving.

Give over to the sweet violence...

...which directs me.

Whatever happens, I can't refuse loving what is lovable.

And as soon as a beautiful girl asks for love...

...if I had ten thousand hearts, I'd give them all to her.

The act of falling in love has an undefinable charm about it.

And all the pleasure in love lies in the fact... ...that it doesn't...

...last.

What intense pleasure there is in subjugating by a hundred attentions...

...the heart of a young beauty...

...in seeing day by day... ...the progress you make.

Hi, Miss Smith.

I was just in the neighborhood and... ...how are you?

Fine.

I just was riding around... ...I happened to be in the neighborhood.

Yes, you said that.

I was just riding around doing nothing.

What's that?

Is that for me?

Do you like ducks?

I mean chocolate ducks?

I adore chocolate.

You can sit down.

I can't stay.

There's liquor inside of that.

Oh, Ponce, you shouldn't have.

Oh, no, it's all right.

My father's rich.

I mean, my mother is rich, my father's dead.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Six years ago.

Oh.

Just like that.

I mean, when nobody was really expecting him to.

I see.

I am sorry.

I am, too.

I'm sure you miss him.

No, I mean, for yesterday...

...when... Oh, no.

Oh, Ponce, no, that's fine.

I'm sorry for what I did.

No, no, no, that's good.

You shouldn't be sorry for something.

I'm sorry for what happened, Miss... It should happen all the time.

I mean, don't be sorry about that.

That was just fine.

I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Smith.

I got some work to do.

Good night, Miss Smith.

Where did you tell him you were going?

A majorette meeting.

You should have brought your baton.

I told him I'd borrow one.

On the football field?

Dynamite.

Did you ever want to say to the world...

...I defy you?

Just a minute, please.

Miss Smith, I'm sorry, but I forgot...

You forgot what, Ponce?

I forgot... ...my keys.

I don't see them anywhere.

Perhaps if you retrace your steps.

Come in, Ponce.

I was just getting into bed.

Now, let's see, you came in...

...gave me the duck and then you sat down.

Oh, the duck.

Oh, yes.

It's out there.

I'll walk home.

I only live a few blocks.

Please don't.

I know I can't sleep now.

Maybe if we danced until I became exhausted, then I could.

Yes, ma'am.

I mean, that's probably a lot better than taking sleeping pills.

Come here, Ponce.

You're very tense, Ponce.

I'm sorry, Miss Smith.

Betty.

Ponce,

is your mother a terribly strong-willed person?

Why didn't you guess?

You're letting me lead.

Oh, I'm sorry.

And you keep apologizing.

Yes, ma'am.

She's a great person, you understand.

Anything that I ever become, I'll owe to her.

I'm sure you owe a lot to Tiger, too.

Well, he was a great guy.

Yes, he's a very wise man.

What's the matter, Ponce?

Nothing.

You're tired of dancing?

No, I love to dance.

No.

Why, sometimes I dance for hours.

Like tonight, huh?

Oh, it's good music, Miss Smith.

I could dance all night tonight.

Ponce, are you undressing me?

Oh, no, Miss Smith, no.

It's, uh... I guess I must have accidentally... Ponce, don't hurt me.

The dog.

What, dear?

The dog.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh.

The dog.

Oh.

Oh, it's... It's all right, Ponce, it's all right.

Come.

We'll fix the damage.

Come here.

Hi, Coach.

John, how are you?

Fine.

And you?

Oh, fine, fine.

Say, John, would you mind turning off that light?

John?

Oh, yeah.

Anyone with you, John?

No, no.

Not just me.

That's good.

Come into the game on Friday?

Oh, sure.

We got some new plays.

We're really ripping the pieces.

Be back in three minutes.

John?

You know her?

Hoover?

Sure, I go to her old man.

Yeah, me too.

Yeah, he's a terrific dentist.

He gave me a terrible root canal job last year.

This tooth right here.

What brings you out tonight, John?

Well, the murderer.

You know they always return to the scene of the crime.

Good thinking.

Doing a little homework, huh?

Listen, John.

We got a play on a diagram for you.

It's a swing around left hand.

You know, with that many girls around, you're bound to come across one bitch, right?

But don't you worry about it.

You just go out there and beat Carverton on Friday.

On...

Don't let the boys worry about those killings.

You just tell them old John will figure something out eventually.

Yeah, I'm sure you will, John.

Say, I'm sure sorry I messed up that little party of yours.

Oh, well, what's a fella to do, John?

Some things just can't be helped.

Here, I'll show you.

Unbalanced lines, eh?

Now, I know if that colored boy didn't do it.

I mean, not the way that nigga plays football.

Take a look.

Is he gone?

Yeah.

Oh, brave new world that has such people in it.

Shakespeare, the Tempest.

Do you know how many stars there are in our galaxy?

No, can't say that I do.

A hundred billion.

Do you know how many men have lived since the beginning of time?

A trillion?

About one hundred billion.

That means there's one star for every man that's ever lived.

Far out.

You're gonna be late for school!

It's over you.

Didn't I hear those cases start to take on some pretty bizarre aspects?

Yeah, it's like a pile driver broke both askies and had no one in front of him.

A karate man.

Do you think the chief may have stumbled over something out there last night?

Yes, sir, that's not a bad guess.

Oh, Mr. Proffer, it's a delegation from the American Legion.

They want to talk to you about an anti -perversion

and one hundred percent Americanism committed.

No, no, no, I can't.

I couldn't possibly.

There have been four murders.

Get out there and give him a hand.

People from Life magazine say I got a post for them, may I?

They're taking pictures of everything.

Hey, Life magazine, that's international coverage.

That's good.

Two A students, a B student, and now a chief of police.

We've certainly got a batch of funerals coming up.

I just can't work here anymore.

I just can't stand it.

Get some water.

Oh, Harriet, Harriet, I do understand.

I do.

I do very upset how you feel.

Now, you need a rest.

I need a rest.

You have short vacations.

No, I can't.

I don't want to miss the game tomorrow.

Please, folks, we are doing everything in our

power to ensure the safety of the boys and girls.

Miss Craymyer, Miss Craymyer, Miss Craymyer is Tiger.

Our assistant principal, I am sure, will be able to answer any questions that you have.

Oh, he can't.

Of course he can.

He's doing a personality profile.

If you will not close the school, I will not allow my Hilda to step foot here.

How are you, Hilda?

Terrific.

Good.

Sorry, Miss Smith.

Miss Smith?

How are you, Betty?

Terrific.

Good.

Jesus, Captain, he served his country.

Infantry Company Commander, Korea.

And get this.

Unit Commendation plus a Silver Star plus a Purple Heart.

And this here.

Ranger Training, Fort Benning, Georgia.

Karate Instructor.

And this guy's probably also an expert in crossbows, boomerangs and fencing.

You sure you're not just jealous of him, Captain?

There's a girl up there with him now, testing lights on.

You may be right.

Remember, he's a genuine hero.

You admitted he was one of the greatest guys you ever met, Sam.

I'm sorry.

Someone reported a stranger loitering outside your door in the corridor.

I mean, I've been with the janitors.

I think Ponce is probably right.

I understand, Captain.

I really do.

Thank you.

Marriage?

Serious step, Ponce.

I really love her.

May I be very candid here?

Sure, man.

That's why I come to.

We've never discussed this, but I can see now is the time.

You see, I've always had the real hope that...

after college, you'd return here to Oceanfront High... as a teacher.

A teacher?

I feel that you'd be one of the best.

I've felt that ever since I first evaluated you for a stumper brooder.

And since I'd become principal eventually...

you'd become vice principal.

I'd continue as guidance counselor.

But even here, I want you to begin handling as much of it as you can.

Wow.

There's my girl.

Come here today.

I wish I could have that boat.

This one?

All right.

We'll buy this boat.

That's more my style.

Yeah.

On my salary.

Steal it.

We'll go to Mexico.

What about Brazil?

Tahiti, daddy.

Tahiti?

Let's go now.

Okay.

Now and forevermore.

Amen.

All buried at the same time.

Not touching.

I'm so proud of our community.

Everybody insisted we not cancel the game.

We'll lose for sure.

Everybody's so down.

They're gonna have a moment of silence for each of the girls at halftime.

Jesus.

Well organized.

Come here.

Hi, tiger.

My little sweet shortcake snack.

I've got something for you.

I've always got something.

For a clue, look in your top desk drawer.

We're gonna have to cool it for a while, sonny.

Why?

Just for a while.

Will you forgive me?

If I had something to hold me over.

For?

It's cake!

And they want it cake!

When

the hell do you get off playing it like that?

You children don't want life.

You want Disneyland.

Pope!

Pope, you can't even take out 150-pound sophomore.

And Moss.

Are you running or dancing a ballet?

And Primo and Sullivan.

You two are playing like a couple of old women.

And Jim is no help to you because he's running with his head down.

And he's sloppy!

You bunch of pussies!

A few moments of silence for our dear departed.

Three wonderful girls from our student body.

One of them a terrific little cheerleader.

Who I know are up there, somewhere, still cheering us on today.

And of course, that valiant crime fighter, John

Poldowski, who gave his life for all of us, you might say.

Is it possible we can do it like we planned?

Yes.

You promised me you'd win, didn't you?

You promised me you'd hit him, didn't you?

Are we going to hit him?

Yes.

Are we better?

Are we the greatest?

What are we?

Kill him!

God damn it!

My

office in ten minutes.

We've got a lot to talk about.

Come on, Tiger!

The man who wrestled at tomorrow's gym may never get up again.

Coach,

how about the academics?

Congratulations, Coach.

How about a few words for KBEX?

Coach?

Hi, Tiger.

I've got something for you.

I've always got something.

For a clue, look in your top desk drawer.

Why?

If I had something to hold me over.

Yeah, that's it.

Give me a little closer.

Yeah, down here.

That's it, yeah.

You do it.

Hey,

man, you really made some great calls.

Good.

Good.

Especially that last reverse.

Right at the slight.

Back.

Listen, Tiger, I think I'm coming down with something.

I'm gonna go home.

I'll drive you.

Hey, great game, eh, Sam?

It's time to blow the whistle on the swing -up.

Pick up McDrew for questioning.

Sam!

And besides that, I won every young broad he's

had in there recently for a lie detector session.

All right, go ahead.

And here we have Captain Sam Sircher, State Police.

It was a great game, eh, Captain?

Would you say, Captain, that we can expect some sort of breakthrough in the high

school murder case in the very near future?

Shit.

And you heard it first here on KBEX, an inside report from our State Police.

No puns.

I didn't ball the entire female student body.

Just a few truly exceptional girls.

Just as I could concentrate only on those boys with good potential.

Like yourself.

A few others, you know.

With girls, you communicate best that way.

With boys, I use sports, fishing trips, that sort of thing.

Hey, remember that rugged hike to the top of Mount Whitney?

Oh, Jesus.

Yeah, but did you have to kill them?

Chill.

Was an incredibly stupid mistake on my part.

It was the only time I ever ignored my own test results.

In the office that morning, the ultimatum divorced my wife.

Marry her, announce it to the world at that moment.

Or else.

You know, my first thought, puns, was, if I could explain it to you,

make you really understand, then perhaps you'd keep silent.

You know, I'm really beginning to understand.

No, puns.

You couldn't possibly keep silent.

And I'm afraid there's no way you could convince me that you could.

We have a real dilemma, haven't we?

The accelerator's stuck!

Hang on, Potts!

Hang on!

We

are gathered here in memory of our late and much-regretted friend, Michael Tiger

McDrew, whose contributions have put Oceanfront High School at the vanguard of

educational communities and at the top of the high school football league.

A heroic man, whose last act was to thrust a passenger student from the submerging

car, giving his life that a boy might live.

The sea has not yielded up his remains.

But his memory will live forever in our hearts and his soul in God.

Amen.

You knew I

was special to him?

He would have wanted us to comfort each other.

My place at four.

Did you really guess wrong about him, Sam?

Getting his last breath to save a young boy?

I guess I must be getting stale.

I need a vacation.

I think I'll take a couple of weeks.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

You're a fool as a bride.

I hope to be.

Still, it's very strange they never found a buddy, isn't it?

I'm crushed.

I have to talk to someone.

My place or yours?

When the winds say come and they go A chilly wind may blow Wind of the

wind A chilly wind may blow A chilly wind say come

and they go A chilly wind may blow Wind of the wind

It's getting lost and found Lost and found Only

talking to the wind The wind, moving up evergreen.

The wind in my dreams is more than a breeze winding through our memories.

Jimmy wins!

Jimmy wins!