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SCENT OF THE WOMEN
- This is the must watch movie...I loved it alot...and this is the last scene of the movie and I am so much ipressed with it...here it goes!
- Trask: Mr. Sims, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar.
- Frank Slade: But not a snitch!
- Trask: Excuse me?
- Frank Slade: No, I don't think I will.
- Trask: Mr. Slade!
- Frank Slade:This is such a crock of shit!
- Trask: Please watch your language, Mr. Slade. You are at the
Baird School now not a barracks. Now Mr. Sims I will give you one final
opportunity to speak up. - Frank 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 doing? You're gonna reward
George, and destroy Charlie. - Trask: Are you finished, Mr. Slade?
- Frank Slade: No. I'm just gettin' warmed up. 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 here. A vessel for sea-going snitches.
And if you think your preparing these "minnows" for manhood, you better
think again. Because I say you are killing the very spirit this
institution proclaims it instills! What a sham! What kind of show are
you guys puttin' on here today? I mean, the only class in this act is
sittin' next to me. And I'm here to tell you, this boy's soul is in
tact. It is 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. - Mr.Trask: Sir, you are out of order!
- Frank 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! - Mr. Trask: Stand down Mr. Slade!
- Frank Slade: I'm not finished! 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? Because it's too damn hard. Now here's Charlie; he's
come to the crossroads. And he's chosen a path. It's the right path.
It's a path made of principle, that leads to character. Let him
continue on his journey. You hold this boy's future in your hands,
committee! It's a valuable future. Believe me! Don't destroy
it...protect it...embrace it. It's going to make you proud one day...I
promise you.
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