Trask: Mr. Sims, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar. Slade:
But not a snitch! Trask: Excuse me? Slade: No, I don't think I will.
This is such a crock of shit. Trask: Mr. Slade, you will watch your
- You are at the Baird School now, not a barracks. Mr. Sims, I
- give you one final opportunity to speak up. Slade: Mr. Sims
doesn't want it. He doesn't need to labeled, "...still worthy of being
a 'Baird Man.'" What the hell is that? What is your motto here? "Boys,
inform on your classmates, save your hide. Anything short of that
we're gonna burn you at the stake?" Well, gentlemen. When the shit
hits the fan, some guys run and some guys stay. Here's Charlie--facing
the fire, and there's George--hiding in big Daddy's pocket. And what
are you doin'? You're gonna reward George, and destroy Charlie.
Trask: Are you finished, Mr. Slade? Slade: No, I'm just gettin'
warmed up. Now I don't know who went to this place--William Howard
Taft, William Jennings Bryan, William Tell--whoever. Their spirit is
dead; if they ever had one, it's gone. You're building a rat ship
- A vessel for sea going snitches. And if you think you're
- these minnows, for manhood you better think again. Because I
say you are killing the very spirit this institution proclaims it
- What a sham! What kind of show you guys puttin' on here
today? I mean, the only class in this act is sittin' next to me. And I
say, this boy's soul is intact. It's non-negotiable. You know how I
know? Because someone here--I'm not gonna say who--offered to buy it.
Only Charlie here wasn't selling. Trask: Sir, you are out of order!
Slade: Out of order, I'll show you out of order! You don't know what
out of order is, Mr.Trask! I'd show you but I'm too old, I'm too
tired, and I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years
ago I'd take a flame-thrower to this place!! Out of order, who the
hell do you think you're talking to? I've been around, you know? There
was a time I could see. And I have seen, boys like these, younger than
these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there is
nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit, there is no prosthetic
for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot-soldier
back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say that you
are executing his soul! And why? Because he's not a Baird man. Baird
men, you hurt this boy, you're going to be Baird Bums, the lot of ya.
And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, fuck you too.
Trask: Stand down Mr. Slade! Slade: I'm not finished! Now as I came
in here, I heard those words...cradle of leadership. Well, when the
bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And it has fallen here, it has
fallen! Makers of men, creators of leaders, be careful what kind of
leaders you're producing here. I don't know if Charlie's silence here
today is right or wrong; I'm no judge or jury. But I can tell you
this: he won't sell anybody out to buy his future! And that my friends
is called integrity, that's called courage. Now that's the stuff
leaders should be made of. (pause) Now I have come to the crossroads
in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception,
I knew. But I never took it, you know why? It was too damn hard. Now
here's Charlie; he's come to the crossroads. He has chosen a path,
it's the right path. It's a path made of principle, that leads to
- Let him continue on his journey. You hold this boy's future
- your hands, committee! It's a valuable future. Believe me! Don't
destroy...protect it...embrace it. It's gonna make you proud some
day...I promise you.
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