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1:15:01
So what happened?
1:15:06
I'm to turn everybody in,
apologize to the school...

1:15:09
and all will be forgiven.
1:15:11
So, what are you gonna do?
Charlie!

1:15:14
Damn it, Neil,
the name is Nuwanda.

1:15:25
Excuse me.
May we have a word, Mr Keating?

1:15:28
Certainly.
1:15:36
This was my first classroom, John.
Did you know that?

1:15:40
My first desk.
1:15:42
Didn't know you taught,
Mr Nolan.

1:15:44
English. Oh, long before your time.
1:15:48
It was hard giving it up,
I can tell you.

1:15:55
I'm hearing rumours, John...
1:15:57
about some unorthodox teaching methods
in your classroom.

1:15:59
I'm not saying they've anything to do
with the Dalton boy's outburst.

1:16:04
But I don't think I have to warn you,
boys his age are very impressionable.

1:16:08
Well, your reprimand made
quite an impression, I'm sure.

1:16:15
What was going on
in the courtyard the other day?

1:16:17
- Courtyard?
- Yeah. Boys marching.

1:16:19
- Clapping in unison.
- Oh, that.

1:16:21
That was an exercise to prove a point.
Dangers of conformity.

1:16:24
Well, John, the curriculum here is set.
It's proven it works.

1:16:27
If you question it, what's
to prevent them from doing the same?

1:16:29
I always thought the idea of education
was to learn to think for yourself.

1:16:32
At these boys' age,
not on your life.

1:16:34
Tradition, John.
1:16:37
Discipline.
1:16:39
Prepare them for college and the rest
will take care of itself.

1:16:47
Creak.
1:16:50
He starts walkin' around
towards my left.

1:16:53
Creak. Creak.
1:16:56
"Assume the position,
Mr Dalton."


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