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STU
(into pay phone)
Why did you do that to her? She never
did you any harm.

VOICE
How would you know? Everybody does
harm to somebody. And then they try
their best to forget it.

STU
Maybe me -- but not her. Whatever
I've done, there's no reason to take
it out on her.

VOICE
Suppose that's the only way I can
get to you? You claim you love her.

STU
Yeah, I do.

VOICE
You don't even love yourself.

STU
But Kelly... I would never hurt.

VOICE
Still you have to uphold your status
as an honorary asshole.

STU
Listen, I've treated all my women
decent. I never laid a hand on any
of them, even when provoked. And I
always let them down easy.
(beat)
I'm not ready to let Kelly go. Maybe
I never will be.

VOICE
What if she dumps you first? What's
the odds she's already taken up with
somebody? One day soon you'll come
home and find her gone along with
the CD player and the VCR.

STU
I'm not gonna let you mind-fuck me
all day! That's it. This call is
ended.

VOICE
Not until I say it is.

STU
What happens if I hang up?

VOICE
You don't really want to find out.

STU
I'm dying to hear this!!! What the
fuck can you do about it -- up in
your fucking high window with your
goddam binoculars?

VOICE
I never indicated I had binoculars.
I said I had a highly magnified
telescopic image of you that brought
you up so close I could see where
you nicked yourself under the chin
shaving this morning.

STU
Oh -- while you're at it, have a
look up my ass.

VOICE
I may very well do that, Stu. In the
meantime, think about what kind of
device has a telescopic sight mounted
on it.

STU
What? You mean... like a rifle?

VOICE
A high-powered .30 calibre bolt action
Remington 700 with a carbon one
modification and a state of the art
Henzholdt tactical sniperscope. And
you're in the cross hairs, Stu.

STU
I'm supposed to believe that?

VOICE
There's only one way I can prove it
to you. Hang up the receiver and
find out. At this range, the exit
wound ought to be about the size of
a small tangerine.

STU
And you're just going to kill me for
no reason?

VOICE
For plenty of reasons! Because you
hung up. For years I hated people
hanging up on me. Ex-girlfriends.
Women I didn't even know. Prospective
employers.

STU
I get hung up on all the time. You
get used to it.

VOICE
Or else you don't. I worked for months
getting people to switch to MCI --
being insulted at and being hung up
on hundreds of times a day. The ones
that cursed me out for invading their
privacy never bothered me as much as
those that clicked off without even
bothering to reply.

STU
Then why didn't you go after one of
them?

VOICE
Maybe you are one of them.

STU
Hey, I have worked in a boiler room
myself peddling "Term Life." I would
never be rude to a fellow salesperson.

VOICE
Can you feel it on you now? The heat
of it. I'm moving the strike zone
down to your stomach area. Now I'm
raising it up again. Directly above
the chest cavity -- sliding up to
the forehead just above the left
ear.

STU
Shit -- I do feel it.

Let's smoke this bitch.

I'm in here, Cesar.

Don't you move, Garfield.
Don't you make a move.
You killed my homeboy Benny.
And you cut off my finger.
Now let me hear you say that.

Yeah, I did it.

I told you, man!
Fucking A!
Let me do him.

No.

This nigga's mine.

You ever seen Deer Hunter?
Put it to your head...
...pull the trigger.
You gonna do yourself.

That macho enough for you?

That make me a man?

Take more than that to be me.

Yeah?

Then you do it.
Come on, maricôn.
Do it!

Vato's scared.

He's trying to weasel out.

He's fucking with your head!

Come on.

That's not how we playing the game.

Not man enough to play your own game?
Where's your cojones?

Shut up!

You gonna hide behind your homeboys?
Where's your pride?

Come on, I pulled three times.
You ain't pulled once.

What are you doing, man?
You disrespecting me?
You saying I ain't a man?

I'm saying you're a fool.
Don't be doing that shit, man!

You the man, Cesar.

You the man, and you ain't shit! You hear me?

He got character and you ain't got shit!

What the fuck?

Yeah, shoot his ass, homey.

Your turn.

You got some respect back now?

The only thing you respect is stupidity.
You willing to die for stupidity?
See, I am, if it'll teach you something.
You can't kill me, homeboy.
What I am, what I was, died over a year ago.
Everything I've ever wanted has been taken from me.
And no matter how many of you I get rid of...
...I can't get it back!
I was a teacher!
I wanted to help you!
You can't kill me!
And you can't scare me!

He's crazy, man.

That's right!
Isn't that what you respect?

Loco! Come on, Cesar!

If you're gonna be stupid, be all the way stupid!
Put it to your head, pull the trigger!
Do it!
Do it!
Do it!
Your whole way of life is bullshit!
Macho is bullshit!

It's all I got!

So now you're the victim?
Let me take your turn for you.

Shit! He's out! He's fucking out!
He smoked himself!
Let's go. Oh, man! Let's go, homey.

He took my turn.

What?

I could've taken my own motherfucking turn.

So fucking what? He's dead.

Let's go! Come on!

I've gotta do this.

Fuck this!

What are you doing? Let's go!

I got one in six chances.

I'm gonna beat this bitch.

What the f...?
Why'd you do that, man?
What's the fucking point?

Somehow...
...the sight of my own reflection...
...increased my loneliness.

The title of my essay is...

..."Mi Salida"...

..."My Way Out."

(pana la urma a avut norocul sa prinda si el un glontz in cap)

Cats and dogs out there, huh?
Must have a lot going on for all that stuff back there.
You could...
You could have quite a party with all that stuff.
You been on Prozac long? Dexedrine?
I don't...
Interesting drugs.
Dexedrine's basically speed in a pill, you know?
But I guess a lot of the doctors... are balancing out the Prozac with the Dexedrine.
That liquid morphine will knock you down... out, around, up and down, someone's not careful.
You can't mix those up.
Strong stuff here, boy.
What exactly you have wrong, you need all this stuff?
- Motherfucker!
- What?

What are you talking about?
You fucking asshole!
Who the fuck do you think you are?
I come in here... you don't know who I am, what my life is...and you have the balls, the indecency... to ask me a question about my life?

Please, lady, why don't you just calm down?

Fuck you, too! Don't you call me lady!

I come in here, I give these things to you... you check, you make your phone calls... look suspicious, ask questions!
I'm sick!
I have sickness all around me, and you ask me my life?

What's wrong? Have you seen death in your bed? In your house? Where's your fucking decency?

And then I'm asked fucking questions.
What's... wrong?!

You suck my dick! That's what's wrong!
And you fucking call me lady?!

Shame on you!

Shame on both of you!

INT. BRAD'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER

BRAD is seated behind his desk, reading a document. LESTER
sits across from him, smiling.

BRAD
(reads)
...my job consists of basically masking my contempt for the assholes in charge, and, at least
once a day, retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn't
so closely resemble hell.
(looks up at Lester)
Well, you obviously have no interest in saving yourself.

LESTER
(laughs)
I've spent fourteen years being a whore for the advertising industry.
The only way I could save myself now is to start firebombing.

BRAD
Whatever. Management wants you gone by the end of the day.

LESTER
Whoa. What kind of severance package is "management" prepared to
give me? Considering the information I have about our editorial director buying pussy
with company money.

A beat.

LESTER (cont'd)
Which I'm sure would interest the I.R.S., since, technically, it does constitute fraud. And some of our
advertisers and rival publications might like to know about it as well. Not to mention Craig's wife.

A beat. BRAD sighs.

BRAD
What do you want?

LESTER
One year's salary, with continued benefits.

BRAD
That's not going to happen.

LESTER
What if I throw in a little sexual harassment charge?

BRAD LAUGHS.

BRAD
Against who?

LESTER
Against you.

BRAD stops LAUGHING.

LESTER (cont'd)
Can you prove you didn't offer to save my job if I'd let you blow me?

BRAD leans BACK IN his chair, studying Lester.

BRAD
Man. You are one twisted fuck.

LESTER
(standing)
Nope. Just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose.

LESTER starts toward the door, then:

LESTER (cont'd)
I hope you and I can still be friends, Brad. And even though you didn't save my job...
(smiling)
You can still blow me, asshole.

And He exits.

Charlie: I guess you really like women.

Frank: Above all things. A very, very distant second is a Ferrari. Charlie, give me your hand. This is just the start of your education, son.

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Mr. Trask: Mr. Sims, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar.

Col. Frank 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 language. You are at the Baird School now not a barracks. Now Mr. Sims I will 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 going gets tough, 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 gonna do? 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 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 say, 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!

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 isn't 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!

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. Now, 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 days, and I have always known the right path, always, 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...protect it...embrace it. It's gonna make you proud some day...I promise.