The Explosive Generation (1961) - full transcript

High school teacher gets in trouble when he tries to teach a class in sex education.


# Having fun

# are you having fun?

# we're having fun

# hey, hey, let's go

# having fun

# are you having fun?

# we're having fun

So, how's it goin'?

I think it's time to go.

Go? The party's just
starting to make it.

Say, you know,
you might as well be married.

Now you got all the grief
and none of the pleasure.

Well, he's not complaining.

Give him a chance
and see what happens.

Knock it off, Bobby.

What, you wanna go, too?

Did I say so?

Come on, let's get some beer.

Do you want some brew, shrew?

Might warm you up,
start you swinging a little.

You don't really have to go yet,
do you, Janet?

It's up to Dan.

Well, Bobby says
we might as well stay.

Stay?

Well, by the time everybody goes,

it'll be pretty late.

Besides, we have to
clean the place up.

If Bobby's father
ever saw it like this,

he'd never give him the key again.

Uh-uh.

Please, Janet.

Bobby said Dan wants to stay, too.

Dan hasn't said
anything to me about it.

It's easy for you, Janet.

You and Dan are steadies.

You know how long I've been
wanting Bobby to ask me out.

I don't wanna spoil it
on our first date.

Please?

You're out of your mind, Marge.

What'll your mother say?

I'll tell her I'm spending
the night with you.

And what do I do? The same thing.

I mean, you tell your mother that
you wanna spend the night with me.

Dan never said anything
about staying over here.

Well, maybe not to you...

Peck, peck, peck, peck, peck.

Man, that Terry is
way, way out there.

Oh, you think so?

Come on.

I'll show you
who's really out there.

Go ahead and call, Marge.

# wait for me

# I'll be there for you

# wait for me

# I'll be waiting, too

# though the days
may go by oh-so-slowly #

# wait for me

# all my life

# I will care for you

# and through life

# I will share with you

# all my dreams

# and soon our dreams
will become a reality #

# if you'll wait for me

Dan! Dan, wake up!

We've gotta get to school!

Come on, will you?!

Marge! Marge!

Marge!

Come on!
Hurry up, will you?!

Marge!
We've gotta get to school!

Come on!

Take it easy, honey.

Get down!

Well, we're in shape.

You jerk.

What if they got
the license number?

You can get up now. Tsk.
Boy, what a drag you are.

They never got that close.

- Did they?
- Go ahead. Agree with him.

Might as well. You wouldn't
let me stop him when I could've.

What good would it have done.
We're minors, remember?

First thing they would've done

is call our parents, right?

Right.

Never should've stayed
in the first place.

"Never should
have stayed in the first..."

Well, what are you crying for now?

Why make such a big
deal out of this?

I mean, they didn't catch us,
so nothing happened.

No. Nothing.

How's my girl?
You look...

Later, later.

The story is...
"Once upon a time..."

Hey, here comes the all-high!

All right, all right.
Can I finally be heard for a moment now?

Take your seats, please.

Take your seats.

Good morning. Good morning.
Good morning.

All right, let's see.
Paul is out, and Doris.

Hey, haven't you heard,
Mr. Gifford?

They're goin' steady.

Thanks, George.

I did hear George won
a basketball game yesterday,

so obviously he has no problems.

Let's hear a little
applause for George.

Since the rest of us
aren't quite so fortunate,

will our hero please give us
his attention, anyway?

This morning,
under "senior problems,"

we're scheduled
to examine the subject

of college entrance,

what you hope to become.

The people who planned this course

think these are the things
that most concern you.

I'm taking up a collection.

Well, I've been wondering.

Alms.

What about now?

Practically everything on
the list is about the future.

What about your day-to-day
concerns and feelings?

Or let me put it this way:

How can you decide for
yourselves what you wanna become

until you know
who and what you are?

Well, I've been wondering
about a new list.

Steven.

What worries you
the most right now?

Me?
Yes, you.

Well, I got this theme I gotta
hand in to my english teacher...

And you haven't done it?

No.

Well, I imagine you and
your english teacher

will talk about that later,
won't we, Steven?

Uh, in the meantime...

Study habits.

Mark, what about you?

Well, I've got this car.

Yes, I've seen it.

The transmission fell out,
and it'll take 48 hours to fix it.

Money, a day-to-day problem
if I ever heard one.

What are you gonna do about it?

Well, I wanted to get a part-time job,
but my dad said no.

Did he say why?

Yeah, he thinks I spend too
much time in the car as it is.

Authority of parents.

- And what about you, Dan?
- Hmm?

Oh, the first list is okay with me.

The only thing I'm worried about

is getting in the college I choose.

With your grades and activities,

I think the chances
are very good you will.

But is that all that concerns you?

Even if it wasn't,
I don't see the sense

in a bull session like this.

What's it gonna prove?

That's up to you.
Could be just a bull session,

or you could turn it into an
important exchange of ideas.

And it might force some of you

to begin thinking for yourselves.

Some of us already do.

That's fine. Then you ought
to have more to contribute.

Okay, we'll register one vote

for the original list.

Janet, do you agree with Dan?

No.

I mean, well,
the new list is more important

if you're really honest
about what goes on it.

Well, you're making the list.
What do you want on it?

All right.

Then I say the thing all of us
are most concerned with is sex.

Way to go, Janet.

Yeah, way to go, jan.

Yeah!
That's what I'm thinking about.

We've already discussed sex
in health and hygiene.

Tsk. I'm not talking
about venereal disease

or how babies are born.

If what you mean are
personal relations, Janet...

I mean the day-to-day
problems you're talking about,

like how far a girl has to go
with a boy just to be popular.

What I started to say was
that the things you mentioned

are probably much better
discussed with your own parents.

Ha! Have you ever tried
to talk about sex

with my mother?

Well, he knows what I mean.

The parents aren't
the only ones to blame.

What about the boys

who think they have to prove
what big men they are?

Well, since when is it
just the boys?

It still takes two, you know.

Well, at least we're the ones
that try to keep things in line.

Oh, yeah? How about
the time we were out

you know, and you start this
hand-grabbing thing...

Hold it, hold it.

This isn't getting us anyplace.

Well, why not?

You said you wanted
us to be honest.

I... do.

Well, then let's
get it out in the open,

with boys and girls talking
about it together just once.

Yeah, what about it,
Mr. Gifford?

If it's really up to us,
put it on the list.

On the topof the list.

The things you're asking for

are very difficult to talk about,

even for adults.

But if it's that important...

Sure is!
How about it?

All right.

And now, here's the way
we're gonna do it.

Those of you who want to...

And no one has to
if he'd rather not...

Take some paper and write out
your questions or opinions.

And, this is most important,
no one signs his name.

We'll spend the rest
of the hour for it

on monday during homeroom period.

We'll select some of the papers

and try to begin the
discussion intelligently.

Janet!

I wanna know what you wrote.

You'll hear it in class on monday.

Tsk. I didn't
force you to stay.

That shows how little you know.

Well, that's what you
wrote about, isn't it?

Yes. All about it.

But how could you do such a thing?

Don't you know what'll
happen if Gifford tells?

Oh, he wouldn't.

He's a teacher, isn't he?

He reads that paper,
he'll feel it's

his responsibility
to tell the parents.

Well, I thought at least

we'd have a chance
to talk about it.

But you had no right
to put it on paper.

They're four of us
in this, remember?

You're not the only one.

Well, it's too late now. No, it isn't.

Ask him for it back and just
say you changed your mind.

He said himself no one had to write

if they didn't want to.
I can't ask him now.

He'll be alone after classes.

Okay?

I never knew he was like that.

Donna wrote that?
You're kidding.

No, I was looking
over her shoulder.

I saw the whole bit.

Man, nothing like that
ever happens in our class.

Wait'll I tell Larry.
I'll bet it's him she's talking about.

Hey, maybe it's me. Oh, sure, it's you!

Don't make me laugh.

Okay, now, let's go, let's hit it!

This whole thing's just a big,
fat ball to you, huh?

Well, sure, why not?

When giff reads that jazz I made up,
you'll crack up.

And what's gonna happen
when he reads one

that isn't made up, like Janet's?

Hey, you're kidding.

She didn't write about last night?

The whole bit. Is she out of her mind?

Oh, relax.
She's gonna ask him for it back.

Well, she'd better.

Yeah, some ball, huh?

Are you waiting for me, Janet?

Oh, yes.
I wanted to talk to you, if I could.

Of course.
Anything wrong?

Well, no.
It's just that...

Well...

Could I have my paper back, please?

The one I wrote this morning?

You said yourself no one had

to write one
if they didn't want to,

and, well, I changed my mind.

One of the main reasons
the class went ahead

was because of the points
you raised, Janet.

I know. And I still
think it's important.

But, well, I guess I had
no right to involve other...

It's awfully complicated.

Could I just have it,
Mr. Gifford?

I've already read the papers.

All of them.

Oh.

It's all over the school...
"The Gifford report,"

subtitled "a survey of a barely-human
high school male and female."

What are you talking about?

The survey is yours,
but the title is my own creation.

What the wee beasties
are calling it

is something that could only
be printed in limited editions.

You're all crazy.

We're crazy? Well, what...
What does that make you?

Don't stand there and
tell me you didn't expect it.

My friend, you not only have
committed the original sin

of discussing sex
with the little ones,

you departed from
ordained curriculum to do it.

That course outline is a joke.

That's what yousay.
That's what the kids say!

And since when do what
the kids say or do matter?

Open your eyes, Pete.

You mean close them, don't you?

You're being paid
to lead these kiddies

down the garden path
of reading, writing,

and retirement these
days, nothing more.

Look, al, you're
always talking about

quitting teaching, so quit.

You wanna spend
the rest of your life

stamping out identical parts,

get a job in an automobile factory.

You'll even make more money.

But think of the status
we math teachers have

now that we've got
to beat the russians.

They're not your kids, Pete.

While they're in
this room, they are.

But you're not their father.

Look, if just a little fraction

of what they say is true,

you'd better drop these papers

in the parents' laps, pronto.

Oh...

A word to the wise, Pete...

I'm not kiddin'.

I'll just die
if my mother finds out.

Oh, nobody ever died from it.

Get off the panic button, will ya?

Janet can just say
she made the whole thing up.

It's what I did.

You want me to lie, too?

You got a better idea?

Anything happens,
all anyone has to know

is we had a party, that's all.

First thing tomorrow,

we'll go out to the beach house

and pick up all
the beer bottles and stuff.

Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.

We'll meet at my place, okay?

I don't feel good. I don't
think I'll be able to go.

You don't have to go.

Janet? Okay.

Morning, mother.

Morning, dear.

Well, is that all you're wearing?

I'm going to the beach, mother.

Can't go out like that.
Put a skirt on.

But mother!

Don't let's discuss it.

Hello?

Well, yes... well, she's
kind of busy right now.

All right.
Mother, it's Mrs. Hunter.

Set your father's place
for breakfast, please.

Hello, Mrs. Hunter.
How are you?

Uh... what?

Well... now,
what did you say?

Oh.

No, I... I hadn't heard
anything about it.

Where did it happen?

I'm going now.

W-Wait, Janet.

Yes, I certainly do
intend to find out.

I'll call you back.

Janet, how could you not
have told me about this?

About what? You know perfectly well
what I'm talking about.

Why, that lady on the phone
was almost hysterical,

and I don't blame her.
It's disgusting.

Well, I don't know
what Mrs. Hunter said,

but whatever it is,
nothing happened, really...

But do you call a teacher
having young children

fill out a sex questionnaire
"nothing"?

Oh, mother, it wasn't
like that at all.

We were discussing senior problems,

and Mr. Gifford
said that...

Introducing such things
into a classroom!

Well, let me tell you something,
young lady.

Not only as a parent

but as president
of the p.T.A.,

this time your
Mr. Gifford's gone too far.

Sex survey, indeed.

Why don't you listen
just once, mother?

We had some questions,
and we wrote them out

so we could discuss them on monday.

What kind of questions?

Everybody had different ones.

They were personal.

Oh, I see.

You can hardly utter ten
civil words to your parents,

but you can discuss your
personal problems with Mr. Gifford.

Mother, please...

Janet, I want to know
what you wrote.

All right. I asked if
it was wrong

for a girl to prove to a boy

exactly how much she loves him.

What do you mean "prove"?

Well, if you don't know, mother,

maybe you'd better ask dad.

Morning, Janet.

Well, what's the beef this morning?

Hey, where's breakfast?

I tee off in less than a hour!

George...

I'm afraid something's
happened at school

that you ought to know about.

Uh-uh, Katie.
No p.T.A. Now.

I'm playing with two customers.

I can't afford to be late.

George, this happens
to concern your daughter.

I'm afraid she's
gotten herself into...

Serious trouble.

Well, howdy there, folks.

Big Bobby, once again.

Say, I want you to know something.

You know those high-pressure
stunts they're pulling?

Well, that's... that's
for the competition.

Now, just as sure as
I am standing down here

at Big Bobby's motor city,
we are just plain folks.

Now, I mean that.

Why don't you get
all your brood together...

I mean all of 'em now...

And you come on down and see us.

And whatever you're driving...

I don't care what it is...
I really don't.

I don't care whether
it's a car, a cycle,

a snowplow, or...

Pogo stick.

You come on down
and we're gonna take it,

whatever its shape is,
as the down payment.

And then you and me,
we're gonna sit on down,

and we're gonna figure
out a deal that will suit you.

And if it so happens
it suits us in passing,

why, well, that's just, uh,
trimming on the Turkey,

so to speak.

Seriously, though, folks,

I want you to know one thing, now.

Once you and Big Bobby
have made a deal

and we have shaken hands on it,

you are guaranteed satisfaction...

Or your money back.

Now, I want you to...
I want you to meet ol' clem.

He's been with me
a great number of years.

He's my assistant.
You all know him.

He has got some real beauties

he wants to show to ya.

...And that we're probably
having regular orgies.

Well, well, well...

Seems as if I've been
missing something

listening to myself.

Uh, someone wanna fill me in?

Oh, it's nothing,
Mr. Herman.

Ah, secrets, huh?

No, there's nothing secret about it,
dad.

Janet was just, uh,
telling us how some of the parents

have been calling each other.

Well...
Nobody called me.

What's it all about?

Well, it's this thing at school.

We've been kicking it
around in giff's class,

and now some of the
characters are all upset.

It's... it's nothing.

What thing have you
been kicking around?

Well, sex.

A discussion, you know. Oh, oh.

We gotta split if we're ever
gonna get down to the beach.

I'll see ya, dad. Wait a minute.

You need any money?

No, I got enough.
Thanks, dad.

Okay.

You got a large mouth.

Oh, relax.
He's on our side.

When they call him and
see how little he cares,

this whole thing'll
probably curl up and die.

I just wish we could be sure
Gifford won't spill it.

Oh, listen, giff will never tell.

"As sure as I'm sitting
here at motor city,"

our troubles are over.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Sommers?

It's Bobby Herman.

Oh, no, no.

This is Big Bobby.

I'm, uh... I'm calling
about that...

That matter at school.

Well, little Bobby, he...
He always tells me everything.

Well, naturally,
you know, having been

both father and mother
to the boy all these years,

we're, uh, very close.

Yes, it is serious.

Now, look if... if it's
a man of action you want,

I'm... I'm it.

I'll be glad to do it
as my duty as a parent.

Your house?
You bet, Mrs. Sommers.

I... I certainly will.

Not at all.
Thank you.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna put
all this stuff

in old lady berman's garbage pail.

Liven up her garbage
for the neighbors... ha!

Well, I guess that's it.

You look pretty cute
in that outfit.

Don't.

Okay, let's just clean it
and clear out.

Look, I know we goofed,

but we're still
the same people, aren't we?

Only now you look at me like
I'm some kind of a filthy animal.

Oh, stop it, Dan.
That's not true.

Then why?

Because I'm scared.

Of me?

Of both of us.

Of letting you touch me.

'Cause then...

I want you to kiss me.

And when you kiss me, I...

We love each other, don't we?

What are we gonna do, Dan?

We're gonna get married.

When you're through with college.

That's four years away.

What do we do meanwhile?

Let's go for a swim!

If this place gets any cleaner,

my ol' man's really gonna
wonder what happened down here.

Well, it's awful cold.

Cold? Man, that's cool. Real cool.

Come on. Last one in's
a juvenile delinquent.

Whoo-hoo!

Now, there's no
reason to be frightened, dear.

All we're trying to find out

is what Mr. Gifford
made you write.

I told you. Some of us
didn't write anything.

And Dan Carlyle,

he even tried to stop it.

Yes, and Mr. Gifford wouldn't let him,
is that it?

Well, they argued.

Uh, did Bobby argue, too?

No, he just... he just thought
up something and wrote it down.

Mother, please, let's go.

I don't feel well.

Oh, she's so upset.

You're going straight to bed

as soon as we get home.

I heard her until 3:00 this
morning still tossing...

Well, I know you're both tired...

And the night before must've
been just as bad for you.

Mother, let's go. Oh, I know you.

You and Janet probably kept

everyone here up until all hours.

Mrs. Ryker...

Didn't Janet spend the night
before last at your house?

- At myhouse?
- No, the girls were here.

Oh, no, they were not here.

But Marge phoned and said...

Yes.
And Janet phoned

and said she was
staying with Marge.

Uh, now, wait a minute.
Are you saying that...

Be quiet, George.

Marge, where were you?

Why does everything have to happen

when your father is out of town?!

Mrs. Ryker, she
will have to tell us

where they went and with whom.

We went to a
party at the beach house

with Bobby and Dan.

At the beach?
You mean my place?

And you stayed there...

Together all night?

Nothing would've happened

if Janet hadn't started
writing about it.

Where is she?

I think they're
back at the beach house. What?

Well, I want them out of there
right now, do you hear me?!

What's the telephone number
at that place?

All right, all right.
Let's stay calm.

You stay calm!
You don't have a daughter!

All right, I'll phone 'em!

But let's not be so quick
to blame the kids.

Well, my dear,
Mr. Herman's right.

Whatever's happened,
it's due to the influence

of that dreadful
Mr. Gifford.

You bet your life.
We raised fine kids.

It's just that they hear
these things in school

and their teachers encourage them.

Now he wants to have a discussion

and spread it all over town.

Look, right now all I want is Janet

out of that beach house and home.

Come on, the telephone's
right over here.

All right! All right.

Hey! Hey, not so hard.

That's better.

Say, maybe you guys can live on love,
but I can't.

I'm starved.
Let's run down to the pier

and get something to eat.

Oh, I don't feel like going out.

Pick up some burger stuff
and we'll cook here.

It's on.

Hello?

Yeah, hi, dad.

Yeah, she is... okay,
you don't have to yell.

Just a minute.
She's right here.

Hey, Janet, your dad
wants to speak to you.

Hello, dad.

What's the matter?

Well, of course
I can hear you, dad.

Can't I know why?

But I don't understand.

All right.

What's up?

We have to go home right away.

That's all he'd say.

I never heard my ol' man
yell like that before.

I'll... I'll bet they found
out about last night.

What are we gonna do, Dan?

It's Gifford.
I knew he'd tell.

You might know they'd
wind up discussing sex.

What else is on their mind?

Then it was the right thing
for them to talk about.

Most important,
they chose the subject.

Students are not necessarily
the wisest choosers

of what's best for them.

Well, we adults haven't
always done so well ourselves.

They'll be here any minute.

Where do you stand
on this, Mr. Morton?

It isn't that simple.

A principal today has to be
a public relations expert,

a politician, a mediator,

and only incidentally an educator.

I'm telling you this so
you'll understand my answer.

For the moment, I stand with you.

But at the same time,
I strongly recommend

you tell the parents
you made a mistake.

Assure them there'll be no
such discussion in your class

and apologize.

Apologize?

If the idea is offensive to you,

I'll apologize for you.

That's part of my job, too.

And if I refuse,
then where do you stand?

I'll ask you this...

Do you want to
continue teaching here?

Well, come in.
Please, come in!

This is Mr. Gifford,
whom some of you already know.

How do you do? And shall we all
sit down?

I believe Mrs. Ryker
was to be here, too.

Uh, no, she will not be here.

Marge has been so upset
by this entire thing

that she's had to be put to bed.

Well, I'm sorry.

Now...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Oh... you go ahead,
Mr. Herman.

Thank you.

Well, uh, first of all,
we wanna know whether or not

the school's job is teaching,

instead of, uh,
trying to act like some psychiatrist.

I mean, filling the kids'
heads with all kinds of...

Furthermore, I don't even know

if I like their being here now.

My daughter's waiting outside,
and she's gonna stay there.

Well,
I asked your children to be brought here

because it seems we've
missed one very important fact.

I'd like you to tell us.

Did Mr. Gifford
initiate the discussion

or was it the students?

What difference does it make?

When I went to school,
the teacher decided what went,

not a bunch of kids
still wet behind the ears.

And everybody knows schools
were a lot better off then.

Yes, Mr. Sommers.

Well,
the point is, Mr. Morton,

that the p.T.A. Has
covered this entire subject,

and that the school board
decided that...

Sex education was the
responsibility of each parent

as the case may be.

Now, why Mr. Gifford chooses to
ignore this and start a sex survey...

Who told you it was a sex survey,
Mrs. Sommers?

Well, by now I should think
everybody in town knows it.

How could that be
when the only ones

who know the contents
of those papers

are the students who
wrote them and myself?

Did Janet tell you about her paper?

No. Marge Ryker
told her mother.

But Marge was one who
didn't choose to write a paper.

I am not on trial here,
Mr. Gifford.

No one is on trial here,
Mrs. Sommers.

Please, please, let's...

Try to remain calm.

I agree with you,
Mr. Carlyle.

This is not getting us anyplace.

Now, if we're through
with the children,

can they be dismissed? Of course.

All right. Now, then,

let's get down to brass tacks.

Well, how about that?

Sick, man.

Sick.

I was wrong.
Gifford didn't tell.

It was Marge. Hey, you ought to see
your ol' man.

He's coming on like some
kind of madman in there.

Where are you going?

Without indulging further
in personalities,

I think we all agree that...

That what happened was ill-advised.

Mr. Gifford is
as sorry as I am.

I haven't heard him say so.

You're entitled to exactly
the kind of schools you want.

As Mr. Herman
points out,

you're the tax payers...

I'm only the hired help.

Well, that's good enough for me.

Well, I'd like to say
that the pta...

Well, it's not good enough for me!

Well...

Mr. Sommers, if, uh,

what we're interested in
is avoiding trouble...

We've already got trouble!

And it's his fault.

Oh, I've heard all about
this guy from my wife.

I don't want him
teaching my daughter!

I don't know what you're suggesting,
Mr. Sommers.

It's simple.

In my business,
a man has a job, he does it,

or you get rid of him.

If anyone's been hurt as a result

of what's happened in my class...

I apologize.

Sure you do now,
but what about next time?

There won't be any next time.

Well, what more do we want?

All right. Tell him
to hand over the papers.

No. I'm sorry.

I couldn't let anyone
see those papers.

I promised the students
when they wrote them.

What do you mean you
"promised the students"?

If I may make a suggestion...

Are the papers in the building?

No, they're at home.

Well, in that case,
Mr. Gifford

can bring them to me
first thing monday morning,

at which time I will
see to it personally

that they are destroyed.

That suits me.

You see how easily
these things are settled?

Any time you have any problems
to discuss about your children,

please come in...

Where's Janet?

Oh, she and Dan went out
to the car... I think.

Oh, she did, did she?

We'll talk to them.
We'll explain.

It'll be all right.

They won't listen.

We'll make them listen.

We'll tell 'em we wanna be engaged.

They'll never let us now.

Oh, Dan!

Take your hands off her,
you young punk!

Get out of that car! Get out! Now,
wait a minute, Mr. Sommers.

Get out.

Now get in the car.

There's something I've got to say.

Now, you do as you're told.

Sorry I pushed you, Sommers.

This isn't the end of this.
There are laws.

This girl is underage.

Stop it, dad!

I'll get the full story from her!

Charges can be brought
against that boy of yours!

I won't tell you anything.

You can believe whatever you want!

You'll do what you're told, hear?

Get in the car, Kate.

All right, you're grounded.
Give me the keys.

Oh, come on. Come on, come on,
come on, give.

These wheels go back
on the lot today.

Hello?

Yes, jan.

What's the matter?
Why are you crying?

Janet? Janet?

Listen, Mr. Sommers,
I wanna talk to Janet!

Will you put her
back on the phone?!

Hello? Hello?!

Where are you running to?

I've got to go over there.

You're not gonna leave this house.

I've got to go! Now, you listen to me.

I could've cut this hand off

when I hit you this afternoon.

But I'll hit you again
if that's what it takes

to get some sense into you.

You heard Sommers
in that parking lot today.

Do you want him to bring
the police into this? Oh, for what?!

You don't know what
you're talking about!

I know that I'm not going
to let you ruin yourself.

Now... you go to your room
and stay there.

Oh, dad, if you heard
the way she was crying...

And whose fault is that?!

Yes, yours!

She's with her parents now.

There's nothing
you can do about it.

You okay?

I wanted to come over
last night after your call,

but I couldn't even
get out of the house.

Was it rough?

They had the doctor come out.

What?

I didn't even let him get close.

Hey, Bobby, what happened?

The parents have really
been blowin' their tops, huh?

Mine have been yakkin'
at me all weekend.

Did the principal
really try to expel you?

No, not that I know of...

Why'd they call you in, Dan?

You didn't even write a paper.

What did
Mr. Gifford say?

He stuck up for you, didn't he?

Forget about Gifford.

What do you mean?

Well, Gifford's too busy
apologizing for himself

to worry about anybody else.

I don't believe it.

Well, don't believe it.
I was there.

Look, if you wanna know
what really happened...

Oh!

Mr. Gifford, Mr. Morton was
down to see if you came in yet.

Well, I'm on my way to his office.

The all-high is here.

I'm going to ask you all
to find something

you can do quietly
for the next few minutes.

What about the papers,
Mr. Gifford?

Yeah!
What about them?

Whatever else you heard
about this weekend,

there are a couple of decisions
you ought to know.

The first one is that these papers

are to go to Mr. Morton
to be destroyed,

which is what I'm about to do now.

Aw, geez!

Who decided that,
Mr. Gifford?

- Nobody asked us!
- Yeah, that's right!

They're our papers! Don't we have
any rights about what happens to 'em?

And the second decision is that
there will be no further discussion

on this subject in this class.

Only this subject,
Mr. Gifford?

Okay, so we can't discuss sex.

Now, suppose someone wants
to discuss military service.

Like, should he volunteer
before going to college

or wait and go afterward?

Or better still, major in something
to get a deferment altogether?

That's part of college entrance,
isn't it, Mr. Gifford?

Only how sure will we have to be

that we're not stepping
on somebody's toes

if we wanna talk about it?

Whose permission do we need,
Mr. Gifford?!

Our parents? The veterans?
Mr. Morton's?

I realize some of you
have been hurt by all this,

and believe me, I'm sorry

if what's happened
in this class is to blame.

But... don't take your personal
grudges out on us here.

You haven't answered
the question, Mr. Gifford.

What if we wanna discuss
the h-bomb?

Yeah! It gets dropped
and we die

just like everybody else.

Whose permission
before we talk about that?

What about religion or politics?

That's not fair!
He has his job to do!

Just a minute, Terry.
I've got my job to do,

but what is it?

You ask what your rights are?

The answer is whatever you
fight to make them

as young people, and as adults...

And my job should be to help you.

All term long, I've needled you

to ask questions,
to think for yourselves.

It would be pretty rotten
of me to shut you up now

just because you haven't
picked the questions

I would have liked you to ask.

So you know what we're gonna do?

If you're sure you want to,
we'll read the papers

and begin the discussion
as planned.

Here's one as good
as any to begin with.

It says, uh... Mr. Gifford.

Mr. Gifford, would you
dismiss your class now?

They can spend the rest
of this period in study hall.

This is not just
a request, Mr. Gifford!

Class dismissed.

Why in front of them?

How can I face them now?

You made a promise
in front of those parents.

But it's the kids
that matter to me.

I want to go on working
with them. What else can I do?

I want those papers and you

in my office right now.

What are you, crazy?

What happened here?

Who did that?

How are we supposed to know?

Don't use that tone with me.

Somebody here saw it.

Nobody, eh?

Get somebody from the kitchen
to clean it up.

Me?

Yes, you.
And now.

Well, that was a brilliant stunt.

Who cares.

Oh, what are you trying to prove?

I just don't dig gettin' pushed around,
that's all.

So you break dishes.
That's real cool.

You got any better ideas?

I think Mr. Gifford
is suspended.

What? Oh, no.

He was in Mr. Morton's
office for a long time,

and then he just left the building.

Wow.

Well, we've gotta dosomething!

We? What
could we do?

But it's our fault, isn't it?

If we hadn't made him
go ahead with those papers,

he wouldn't have lost his job.

That wasn't our fault. It was
our sweet parents that did it.

Look, I don't think my old man

meant for Mr. Gifford
to lose his job.

I mean, he's just not
that kind of a guy.

I'll bet he doesn't even know.

And if he did know?

I think he might do something.

So tell him.

Okay, I'll call him right now.

Yeah, well, I'll call
him there, then.

Thank you.

He wasn't at the lot.

They said he wasn't feeling well,
so he went home.

Call him there. Got a dime?

We still have 40 minutes
of lunch hour left.

Why don't we see how he's feeling,

and if he's all right,
you tell him.

Fine. I'm out of car.

You still in business?

Yeah. Let's use George's.

Fine, let's go.

Who's there?

It's me, dad.
Excuse me.

What the hell are you kids
doing out of school?

Well, I called the lot and they
said you weren't feeling well.

Well, I'm...
All right.

I didn't know anyone was here.

Well, she just stopped by
to... to see how I was.

Uh, miss Martinson...

We gotta talk to you,
dad, it's important.

All right, all right.
Let's talk.

Well?
What is it?

Well, Mr. Gifford was
suspended from his job today.

Oh? Well, that's too bad.

I told the guys you didn't
have anything to do with it.

How could I?
It was a school matter.

We think it stinks,
Mr. Herman.

We sure do.

I want you all to know
that I don't feel

any better about it than you do.

I told them you'd be real sore.

Listen, dad, I'll bet
you could straighten it out

with just a couple
of phone calls. Will you?

Please, Mr. Herman.

Wait a minute.

The school suspended him.
Why should I stick my neck in?

You helped start it,
Mr. Herman,

along with Janet's parents
and mine.

I helped start it?

He was the one that got you to...

I just want you all
to know something.

He was lucky to get off
with just a suspension.

Did you want him to get fired?

Come on, Bobby.
You know better than that.

I didn't have anything
against this guy personally.

Then why won't you help?

Now, listen!

All of you listen.
I'll level with you.

I'll level with you in a way
that your parents wouldn't.

I've got a used car lot,
and the guy

across the street from me
has a used car lot.

He has just as many
good used cars on his lot

as I have on mine,
yet I sell more cars.

Why? Because I'm
better liked, that's why.

Better liked.

What's gonna happen to me
if I go to bat for Gifford

in this sex business...
And with kids!

Look, it's a cruel,
realistic world.

It's a closed book.

It's better for everybody that way.

Better for Gifford, too, huh?

Leave him alone.

Can't you see he's scared?

Now, listen!

Come on, Bobby.

Come on, huh?

I'm sorry...
I said I'm sorry!

Look, the keys are
still in your car.

Go ahead and take it.
Let bygones be bygones.

No thanks.

The teacher's gonna
see you in a minute.

Big deal.

Sure. How about giving me
a hand with the press?

Why don't you just leave me alone?

Okay, unless you'd like
some more dishes to break.

Never mind looking
for that space down there.

I already found it.

Bobby and I are getting
ready to pull proofs.

Which job is that?
The dance announcement.

Well, get going. This
period's just about over.

Roger!
Over and under. Barf.

Oh, come here, you jerk.

Wait till you see this.

I couldn't care if it had wings.

"Giant student protest rally"?

Yeah!

And we do it ourselves

without any help from anyone.

Man, that's too much.

Hey,
George. Come on over here. Shut up!

You want to ruin this
before we get started?

Look, your job is
to put this someplace

where the teacher can't find it.

Oh, leave it to me.

Well, hi.
Is this a delegation?

The whole class would
have come if we let them.

Well, come on.
Sit down.

Can I get you
anything? Fellas?

We heard what happened, and well...

Maybe you better read this first.

"Giant student
protest rally."

Say, that's really something.

How'd you do it, when, where?

Dan did it in print shop,
right under the teacher's nose.

Crazy. What are
you gonna protest,

or better still,
what are you gonna demand?

That nobody goes back
to school until you do.

It won't work.

We'll make it work!

You'd better hear what
I wrote this afternoon.

It's addressed
to Mr. Morton.

"Dear sir, I hereby request
an immediate transfer.

"After carefully considering
the circumstances,

"I've come to the conclusion

I can better serve
education elsewhere."

They made you do that, I bet.

It's known as
a mutual decision, Janet.

And you went along with them.

I went along with nobody!
I did what I felt was right.

Now it's over,
as far as I'm concerned.

I don't want to hear
any more about it.

When you're older,
you'll understand.

Let's cut out, Dan.

No.

This protest is for us, too.

You can walk away,
Mr. Gifford,

but we can't.

If you pull out of this now,
we haven't got a chance.

You haven't got one anyway.

At least we can fight for one.

Against the school,
the authorities?

Your parents?

You'll lose.

Then give us a couple
of days to lose in.

All you have to do is not
hand in that letter yet.

Say, we're wasting our time.

He comes on a little different,

but he's just like all the rest.

"Do what I say,
not what I do."

How about it.

Will you wait?

Mail it whenever you want.

Thanks.

Roll the presses!

Yahoo!

Hi.

Hi, dad.

Could I see one of those?

Sure.

You did this by yourself?

I had help.

Let's talk about it.

Sit down.

Dan, I guess you've heard me gripe

plenty of times about
how I had to give up

studying architecture
and go to work.

Well, the truth is,

I'm okay as a contractor,

but I wouldn't have been
much good as an architect.

You, you're different.

In many ways,
you're a lot smarter than I ever was.

You'll make a very good architect.

You're headed for the best schools,

you've gotten me to back
you up in whatever you want...

Why ruin all that?

Nothing is gonna be ruined.

In fact, we're gonna
fix a couple of things.

Dan, I've always let you
make your own decisions,

and I've backed you up.

I'd like to back you up in this,

but I just don't
understand why you keep

butting your head
against a stone wall.

Look what you're getting into.

They'll label you
as a troublemaker,

put it on your record.

You force them,
they might even expel you.

And for what?

Look, sure I want
to be an architect,

but when I am, I've got to have

enough confidence in myself
to draw plans the way I see them.

And as for being labeled,
well, if that's what happens

when you have enough guts
to fight for what you believe in,

well, I'll just
have to take my chances.

You're gonna lose.

What can kids like you
accomplish by yourselves?

I guess you don't understand
what I'm saying, dad.

We've got to try.

No, listen,
I'll go to the principal

and talk to him for you.

It's too late for that now, dad.

It's out of your hands.

Good night.

Let's have one big fight!

Fight!

Let's have two big fights!

Fight, fight!

Let's have three big fights!

Fight, fight, fight!

Two bits, four bits,
six bits, a dollar.

All for Mason high
stand up and holler.

Yeah!

# are we satisfied?

# satisfied

# are we satisfied?

# satisfied

# real satisfied

# real satisfied

# let's make a hustle
and we're on the top #

# let's make a hustle
and we're on the top #

# let's make a hustle
and we're on top #

# let's make a hustle
and we're on top #

# hi di hi di ho ho

# hi di hi di ho ho

# hi di hi di ho ho

# hi di hi di ho ho

# hey, hey, let's go

# hey, hey, let's go

In our own print shop,

on our own press!

I can't understand
how you let that happen.

Like I've been telling you,
we're understaffed.

Oh, come on. I can't check everything.

It's a nice little job.

Course, the spacing here
could be a little wider,

but on the whole, it's not so...

You can go.

Okay, can I have
your attention, everybody,

for just a minute?

Let's close it in, here.

That's fine.

What a group.

Now we all know why we're out here,

and so far everything's been great,

but that's just step number one.

Now, the last bell
is gonna ring in a minute,

so here's the pitch:

Nobody goes into that school
until Gifford does,

and let's vote on it.

All those who agree...

Hey, look, I mean,
Mr. Gifford's an all right guy,

but we're the ones
that are gonna get in trouble.

There will be no trouble
if we stick together.

Gifford doesn't have
to be out here.

He can get himself
a lawyer or something.

In the meantime, they'll come
down on us like a ton of bricks.

What are you talking about?
What can they do to us?

What can they do to us?
They can expel us!

Can they expel the whole school?

No, no. That's what they're

gonna have to do
if we stick together.

All right, all right.

Now let's vote on it.

All those in favor of staying out,

come on, let's hear it!

Anybody disagree?

It's unanimous.
We stay out.

Any sign of him yet?

It's almost an hour
since you called.

Call again to check if he's left.

Wait a minute.

I believe our conquering hero
has just arrived.

Make way for him.

Hold it, everybody.
We haven't won yet.

Mr. Gifford has just been
called in for a conference,

but if we hold on, we will win.

Come in.

Well, there you see the results

of your creative teaching methods.

How do you like it?

I had nothing to do with it.

Nothing! You're responsible.
You started it.

You're going down there and
tell them to get back into school.

They wouldn't listen to me.

We want Gifford!

Louder!

We want Gifford!

We want Gifford!

We want Gifford!

They'll listen, all right.

You're underestimating them,
just as I did.

Look, Gifford, I don't want
any of your philosophizing.

I've bent over backwards
trying to avoid trouble,

but that can't go on.

If you ever want to teach
anyplace again,

you'll go down there
and call them in.

You think that would make
any difference?

Don't you realize
what's happening down there?

All the world these past years,

students have been out in
the streets fighting for things.

Maybe a lot of them
have been wrong.

But they spoke out.

Here, we've had
nothing but silence.

Well, now the silence is broken.

This might sound corny,

but that's our future down there

showing enough guts to
stand up for what they believe in.

Then you won't bring them in?

I wouldn't...
If I could.

Get me the chief of police.

No.

You can't do that.

I have no other choice.

Loring, this is Morton again.

I will need your men after all.

What happened?

The police are coming.

So let them come! Don't you see?

It's no longer between you
and the school anymore.

That's not our fault.
We didn't call them.

But it had to happen.
I tried to warn you.

You don't win this easily.

What do you want us to do,

give up and go back inside?

I just don't want you
to get hurt badly.

Shut off that music.

Now, I want to say this,

and I'm going to say it just once.

I want this street
cleared immediately.

You're unlawfully blocking traffic,

you're using sound equipment
without a permit,

and you're disturbing the peace.

All right!

I'll give you 60 seconds
to get off this street

and back into that school.

If you're not inside in one minute,

I'm gonna use that fire hose.

Just try it. Go ahead and try it.

Wait a minute.
We've got our rights.

I wanna ask you how come...

You'll ask me nothing.

From now on, you're gonna
be seen and not heard.

I'll give you one minute.

All right, everybody, back inside.

Hey, what are you... are you
gonna do what he tells you?

Exactly what he tells us.

Now, listen.

Thirty seconds.

Hook up those fire hoses.

Go on and pass the word.

Let's go back inside, everybody.

Back inside.

Good morning.

I'll be substituting
for your regular teacher

the next few days.

My name is Mr. Meadows.

Today's period will be short

in view of the circumstances,

not much more time
than taking the roll

and getting a little acquainted.

Since I don't know
your names... yet...

You'll have to help me out.

Who sits there?

Doesn't anyone sit there regularly?

I, uh, don't understand.

What are you trying to do?

Young lady in the second row,
would you stand up, please?

Now, does anyone sit
in that seat in front of you?

All right, what's your name!

Marge Ryker.

All right, play your games,
but without me.

Shh.

I want to see if they'll
keep it up while I'm gone.

Have you ever seen
anything as silly as this?

I thought they were
just doing it to me.

They can't keep it up.
They're still angry.

In an hour, it'll all disappear.

Isn't chemistry hard enough
without this foolishness?

Well.

Can't very well go ahead
with the experiment

until you know the formula.

All right, get started.

I'm warning you, Charles,
for the last time.

Unless you answer,
I have no alternative

but to Mark you
with a failing grade.

And the same thing goes
for whomever I call on next.

Pie, cake, or pudding?

How am I supposed to know
what you're pointing at?

If you can't say,
you can just go without dessert.

Wait a minute.
Here you are.

You can pick it up for yourself.

May I have your attention, please?

This is Mr. Morton
speaking.

It has been an unusual and
trying day for all of us.

As far as the events of
this morning are concerned,

I'm willing to put them behind us,

but I must warn you
of serious consequences

if you persist
in your present behavior.

The term's work cannot be completed

under such circumstances.

That goes for all grades,

but especially
for the senior class.

I ask you to consider this:

Is what you are doing worthwhile

if it means you will not
be able to graduate?

And you will have only
yourselves to blame.

Some of you feel
you have grievances.

I want to be fair.

I will be alone in my office

for the next hour.

If you feel you have
a justifiable complaint,

come up and we'll talk about it.

This will be your last chance.

Fred, come in here.

No one came, huh? Nope.

Well, they've had their chance.

Now the gloves come off.

Fred,
I'm turning this thing over to you. Me?

Why not? It's
a discipline problem

we're facing here, pure and simple.

You're the Dean of boys;

discipline is your department.

The first thing I want you to do

is cancel all privileges
immediately. Okay.

You don't approve?

Maybe you've got a better idea.

I haven't the slightest idea,

but I'd better call
Jefferson right away.

What for?

We have a basketball game
with Jefferson this afternoon

and you want it
cancelled, don't you?

I most certainly do.
Okay.

No, wait a minute.

Basketball game.

Fred, that's it!

I don't get it. Well, don't you see?

How can they keep from yelling
their heads off at a basketball game?

No, we're not gonna
cancel that game.

It's going on as scheduled.

You're up unless you're down,

you're down unless you're up.

You're upside down.

We want a basket, go, go.

We want a basket, go, go.

We want a basket, go, go.

Attention, attention, Dan Carlyle,

report to the principal's
office immediately.

How long to you intend
to keep this up?

We're ready to be seen
and not heard

until we're allowed
to speak freely.

Come now, you can be more specific.

You want to continue the
discussion on those papers.

Yes, sir,

and any other discussions
like it that come up.

We want to hear any group,
any side, on any subject

so that we can make up
our minds for ourselves.

We've written it out.

It's taken from the first
amendment of the bill of rights.

Yes, I can see that.

"And the school shall not abridge

the freedom of speech
of student or teacher."

You wouldn't care to include

the word "principal"
there, would you?

Believe it or not, Dan,

I'm as much in favor
of academic freedom as you are.

Then you agree?

There's room here
for only two signatures.

Well, I can sign for the students.

And I'd be happy
to sign for the school,

but that would
still leave one missing.

You must realize
this would be useless

without the agreement
of the parents.

It is, it's disgraceful.

The next step
is juvenile delinquency.

But what can you do
when the school can't,

or worse still, won't,

handle its discipline problems?

Mother, I have to talk to you.

I couldn't agree with you
more... the p.T.A. Must act,

and an emergency board
meeting is definitely in order.

Please, mother,
this is very important.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'll
have to call you back.

Now, you listen to me, young lady.

No, mother. You're going
to listen to me this time.

Please.

This is the paper I wrote
in Mr. Gifford's class.

I want to read it to you.

"My boyfriend and I

"have been going steady
over a year.

"We've decided to wait
to get married,

"because we want to be sensible.

"But it's not so easy.

"We're not little children anymore,

"and sometimes kissing
is not enough.

"At a recent party,
we decided to stay all night,

"but the way things turned out,

"we were so scared and guilty

"we just couldn't go
through with it.

"The feeling we have
for each other is wonderful,

"but sneaking away from our parents

"so we can be together
makes it dirty.

"I love my mother,

"and I respect her...

"But I cannot talk
to her about these things.

"Every time I start to,

"she makes remarks
about what kids we are

"and that I don't know
what love is.

"But I do love my boyfriend...

"And I don't want to lose him.

"That's what scares me,

"because the next time

"we might not be able to stop.

"What'll happen if the next time

"we do give into each other?

"If I have to lie to my parents

"instead of being
able to come to them,

"where else can I
get help but here?

"I'm sure that other girls and boys

"have the same problem.

"Maybe if we all talked about it,

we could get the answer."

Break quiet.
Here's the agreement

signed by the principal
and the head of the p.T.A.

Yahoo!

I had to face you to say good-bye

and to congratulate you.

You should be very proud
of the stand you made

and the courage you showed.

The next place I teach,

I'll have your example
to prove what can be done

when you fight
for what you believe in.

We didn't mail it at all,
Mr. Gifford.

We've all learned so much

these last few days.

Being able to change things
is a big responsibility,

and all of us
would feel a lot better

if you were here to keep us
from making too many mistakes.

I, uh...

Think this was the paper
I was about to read

before we were interrupted.

"The biggest problem...

And I'm sure it's true..."