Class of 1984 Page #4

Right of privacy for juveniles.

You don't want them taking

their mistakes with them...

up into their adult lives, do you?

What about us at the school?

We need your help.

We're here to help.

Okay, I'll read the records

to you, but don't ask me for names.

All right? I can't give

you names. Look at this.

Beatings, gang fights.

A rape. And the girl backed out

of being a witness at the last minute.

A 14-year-old girl.

Drug pushing.

Prostitution rackets.

These kids, Mr. Norris,

are a permanent fixture here.

And all we can do for now

is just keep an eye out on 'em.

Understand?

- Mr. Corrigan.

- Hey, what's up?

We got some problems in the lab.

Mr. Morganthau's waiting for you up there.

Terry, I'll go with you.

Sorry, Mr. Corrigan.

I'm all right.

I am perfectly all right.

Bastards.

Rat bastards!

Vandalism is nothing new

in this school.

Vandalism? This isn't vandalism!

This is revenge! Look out!

What's happening there, eh, teach?

You ever come after me

or Terry, I swear to God, I'll kill you!

I mean it, you son of a b*tch!

Go ahead.

Yeah. I knew you couldn't

do it, teach.

You still believe in

all that bullshit that holds it together.

And when it comes down

to killing, well,

teacher-teacher's just got

too much to lose.

Otherwise, you'd have done me right.

Like this.

Or like this.

Or like this!

Stop it!

Stop it!

- Now you done it, teacher.

- You done it good.

Hey, look what he done, man!

- Are you out of your f***ing mind?

- He's crazy!

- All right, calm down.

- That son of a b*tch is out of his mind!

- I'm gonna take care of this.

- He tried to kill me.

He tried to kill me!

- Calm down.

- He's crazy, man!

He's crazy.

That son of a b*tch, he's sick!

There is no way I can

accept that story, Mr. Norris.

It's outrageous!

His mother's gonna make

a hell of a case out of this.

She's already talking assault.

Let their lawyer take the first shot.

Don't wanna show our hand too soon.

Sir, the boy's psychotic.

I think he's very dangerous

to everybody in this school.

Will you...

will you at least put

him on suspension?

On suspension?

After you nearly fractured his skull?

Goddamn it! He did it to himself.

Why do you always take

his word over mine?

Don't look at me.

When I came in, he had the kid's

blood all over his hands.

I'm sorry, Mr. Norris.

I don't know.

If we're talking about

suspension, Mr. Norris, it should be you.

And if I suspend you, then I've got

five grades without a music class.

Half the graduating class going out

of here with a substandard education

and you compound the problem

by beating a student senseless?

- I told you...

- Why? Why, Mr. Norris?

There will be no disciplinary measures

taken on hand by one of my teachers.

Is that understood,

Mr. Norris?

Yes, sir.

Where are you going?

If I'm still a teacher,

I'm going to teach.

Just a minute, Mr. Norris.

If you're found guilty of this assault...

whether you did it or not,

you'll never teach again.

Do you find any credence in his story?

With that Stegman kid,

anything's possible.

Oh, but, Lyle, I made

him dance, didn't I?

Yeah. Cool it.

Petey, what is this?

You have four, five,

six more parking tickets.

What are you doing,

parking in a bus zone?

They ain't got no parkin'

at that stinkin' school.

That school is the only one

that would accept you. You know that.

What do you think?

You like this sweater?

You look great, ma.

Yeah.

Get the door, will you, honey?

- Get the door, Pete.

- Hey, come on, ma.

Where's the bloody security

in this building?

Yes, who is it?

Mrs. Stegman, can I talk to you

for a minute, please?

I don't wanna buy anything.

I'm very busy.

I'm Peter's music teacher.

It's very important that I talk to you.

Don't let him in, ma.

Please don't let him in, mommy.

Haven't you done enough damage?

You wanna talk? You talk to my attorney?

Mrs. Stegman, if you just let me come in

for a minute, I'm sure we can settle that.

There are more important things

to deal with.

I'm not letting you off easy.

Mrs. Stegman, there are things

that you don't know about your son.

If we don't talk, he's gonna be

in a lot of trouble.

Now you listen to me, buster.

You get your ass away from my door,

or I'll have the police up here

so fast it'll make your head spin.

What do you think I am...

a bubbleheaded housewife

you can push around like those kids?

Get him out of here, mom.

You have any idea what I'm gonna

have to spend on a therapist...

to get him out of this?

He doesn't need a therapist.

Who do you think you are?

Some sort of a God Almighty?

He's just a boy.

If he comes near me again...

he's gonna need a lot more

than a therapist.

Oh-ho. You're making

threats now?

- You call yourself a teacher?

- Please, please.

We've got to talk rationally.

There are other kids...

Listen, Petey is an exceptional child!

I only wish his father

were alive to see him.

You couldn't possibly understand

his kind of genius. None of you can!

Mrs. Stegman, you don't know

what the hell he's been doing!

I'm trying to help you.

I don't need your kind of help!

Will you talk to me, damn it?

Don't worry, honey.

He won't bother you again.

Go on back in and watch TV.

I just wanna make sure he's gone, mom.

Teacher-teacher.

Learn your lessons.

Mommy didn't like you very much.

Lay off me!

Lay off me, Stegman!

- You hear me?

- Shut up, you son of a b*tch!

You ever come here again

and I'll kill you. I swear it.

You're mine, a**hole, all mine.

I'm the future.

You hear that?

I am the future.

You did it, man!

You did it.

You trashed my car.

Let's say I did.

Can you prove it?

I'm gonna kick your ass!

Careful. I could

charge you with assault.

You got a problem,

Mr. Norris?

No. Stegman was just leaving.

Okay, thank you.

Thank you. Okay.

It's like written music

is a whole other language.

- I'm speaking it with my horn.

- Mr. Norris. Mr. Norris.

Officer, what's up?

The trial, it's not gonna

take place until the 6th.

So, I promise it'll turn for you.

Well, that's great.

The concert's over with.

Without Mr. Norris,

we're nothing.

Excuse me.

Arthur, this is officer Stewiski.

Arthur, how are you?

Look, that little f***er

Arthur's squealing to the juvie.

Let's go.

Look, I personally don't think

Vinnie can do it.

- It's no problem.

- The guy's a wimp.

Hey, I'm no wimp,

all right? That's right.

- You can do this?

- Yes, I could.

Hey!

Yeah, I'm gonna do it.

All right then, Vinnie, do it.

Diversion, huh?

Look it, Vinnie.

A little magic trick.

Keep it down.

He has a ruptured kidney.

- Can we see him?

- No.

He's in intensive care.

Call us later, Mr. Norris,

and we'll let you know his condition.

Okay, thank you.

You gonna pick up the gang?

Mr. Norris.

We can't find anybody

who actually saw it happen.

Stegman's gang was there.

You know they did it.

Sure. But how do we prove

they did it?

Look, somebody's gotta stop

this insanity. If you don't do it, I will!

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