Dead Poets Society Page #6
- PG
- Year:
- 1989
- 128 min
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Each small room contains two single beds, two closets, and
two desks. Suitcases sit on the floor. Neil enters. Richard
Cameron sticks in his head.
CAMERON:
Heard you got the new boy. He's a hell
of a speaker, huh? Oops.
Todd Anderson walks in. Cameron ducks out. Todd has heard
Cameron s comment, but he ignores it. He puts his suitcase on
his bed and begins unpacking.
NEIL:
Don't mind Cameron. He's an a**hole.
There is a knock on the door. Knox Overstress, Charlie
Dalton, and Steven Meeks enter. Charlie speaks to Neil.
CHARLIE:
Hey, I heard you went to summer school?
NEIL:
Yeah, chemistry. My father thought I
should get ahead.
CHARLIE:
Well, Meeks aced Latin and I didn't
quite flunk English so if you want, we've
got our study group.
NEIL:
Sure, but Cameron asked me too. Anybody
mind including him?
CHARLIE:
What's his specialty, brown-nosing?
Some chuckles.
NEIL:
Hey, he's your roommate.
CHARLIE:
That's not my fault.
Nobody is excited about Cameron but no one objects.
MEEKS:
(to Todd)
I don't think we've met. I'm Steven
Meeks.
TODD:
(shyly extending his hand)
Todd. Anderson.
Knox and Charlie offer Todd handshakes.
CHARLIE:
Charlie Dalton.
KNOX:
Knox Overstreet.
NEIL:
Todd's brother is Jeffrey Anderson.
CHARLIE:
Oh yeah. Sure. Valedictorian, National
Merit Scholar
Todd nods affirmative.
MEEKS:
Well, welcome to "Hell"ton.
CHARLIE:
It's every bit as hard as they say.
Unless you're a genius like Meeks.
MEEKS:
He flatters me so I'll help him with
Latin.
CHARLIE:
And English, and trig
Meeks smiles. There is a knock on the door.
NEIL:
It's open.
Neil's father enters. Neil is surprised.
NEIL (CONT'D)
Father. I thought you'd... gone.
All the boys stand.
MEEKS, CHARLIE, KNOX
Mr. Perry.
MR. PERRY
Keep your seats, boys. How's it going?
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