All the tragic endings have a seemingly good perspective, resultant from the insane eccentricity of the characters, after the awful effects of a determinate dysfunctionality. However, that aspect cannot be the good counterpart of the ending. Here it is the good (and perfect) ending of the film Rebel Without a Cause (or the ending that the fans like me would like, being me an individual who likes action):
(Jim heads for the entrance door of the planetarium.)
Jim: Ray Fremeck is still out there?
Ray: Yes, I’m here.
Jim: Turn off those lights! If you do, we’ll come out!
Ray: OK. Turn the lights out.
(The Policemen turn off the lights of the cars.)
Jim: You see, come on!
(Jim, John and Judy head out for the entrance door.)
John: Who’s that?!
Jim: Just a guy.
John: I shoted one of them.
Jim: That’s all right, you didn’t hurt him.
John: Those are not my friends!
Jim: Listen!
John: Make them go away!
Jim: Do you want I make them go away? Do you want I make that? OK.
Judy (Making the surrender side on the hands): Jim!
(Jim makes the surrender gesture.)
Jim: Ray, you make those guys get back? You don’t need to worry about anything. Here. (Shows the gun.) This is the gun the boy was keeping. So, keep the guys back. Right?
Ray: OK. I am coming right there.
(Ray comes close to Jim, talk. However, Jim resort to action and grabs the gun, making Ray Fremeck an hostage. The Policemen point out the guns to Jim.)
Policemen: Drop out the gun!
Jim: Listen! I have the lieutenant. Let us leave and he lives!
Frank. Jim, please!
Jim: Shut up, dad! I am done with my life. I am tired of the place you brought me. I can be young. But my sum experience of life thought me that the entire world is a bunch of hypocrites and sick idealists. I just want to live glad, without thinking in the sicknesses of society, in which the people are so egocentric that doesn’t care about a friend’s death, just to continue their miserable and habitual lives. That isn’t enjoying life. That is pure sickness. For me, there is no problem that he had shot a man! The real criminals are not the ones who become mad. The real criminals, the real mad people are the ones who leave the others behind. Even Judy, the girl who says she loves me, tried to convince me to leave this boy behind. Plato is the only one here who is special for me. Before I met him, my life was a mess, in which all my attitudes resulted of my age madness. With Plato, I feel I’m not the only. I feel my madness is not unusual. We are mad, but we are emotionally mad. So, we are going to leave. We’re going anywhere, to the county, to the woods, anyplace in which the sick ideals of the world should rule! The agony we lived on was our only trial!
(John heads for the place where was Jim. Holding Ray an hostage, Jim, alongside John, leaves the place of the Planetarium, heading for the right corner of the position of the police cars. Then, Jim finds a van and leaves the lieutenant on the local. The policemen are pursuing them, and a car persecution is initiated.)
Jim: You see, Plato. We did it. We are finally free!
John: I don’t know. I have fear.
Jim. Don’t worry. We’ll be all right. We just need to get away of the cops. Then, we can go wherever we want. Wherever the little minds of the world don’t have ru…
(The van collides with a white car. Jim and John, after flouncing, die on the local. Despite their ending, the boys were happy because they knew they advised the world to some warning issue: the oppression suffered by young people, the need of attention they have, the need of revolt, the need of getting the control of their life, without getting the mad ways. As the people surround the crash site, with cries of the relatives of both young men, the movie ends with the theme "Here’s to you", by Ennio Morricone [Being this a remake, I include a song of a film of 1971. Yes, I am kind comparing the two group of anarchists. Jim and John died, nut they made the perspective of the teenagers world more intelligible. That’s the happy counterpart of the original ending. The one who makes people reflect about the walls of society, and not just cry about a teenager’s madness].)