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Concealed foodstuffs,
that's contraband.
Clear violation of
Institute regulations.
Immediate dismissal.
Might even be criminal.
Oh, Bobby, how could you?
Cadet Stanard, could
you please fetch
the Officer of the Day?
I-I don't know how
it got there.
This is Cadet
Garland Jefferson,
Officer of the Day,
whose jurisdiction
covers this matter.
direct descendants
of Thomas Jefferson and own the
eighth-largest plantation in all...
That'll do, Atwill.
Now, if I take charge, this
goes to the faculty,
which ends horribly
for the boy.
Oh, please, sir.
Could we have Duck
fetch John Wise?
Handle this within
the barracks?
Bobby, this is John Wise,
our unofficial
Chief Magistrate.
Now, his father was once
governor of this Commonwealth,
so he is as close to an aristocrat
as you can find in a democracy.
Look me in the eye, son.
Tell me the truth as if your
very life depended on it.
Did you do this?
No, sir.
I swear on my father's soul.
I believe this child.
I ask that we be allowed to
settle this here.
All right.
You understand, son,
if this gets out,
it could be bad for
Cadet Jefferson.
Therefore, there must be
some evidence of punishment.
Will you submit to a caning?
Yes, sir,
and thank you for
being so merciful.
Take your shirt off.
First-year cadets are
known as rats.
You are a rat.
But you're a special rat,
you understand?
You're my rat.
You're under my protection
and under the
protection of all here.
Are you with us, Robert?
O-Oh, yes.
Oh, yes, sir.
I want you always to remember
the horrible
injustice you thought
was gonna befall you here today
authority over another
without decency or conscience
and of the need to assert
a code of honor
that transcends the
temptations of power.
level of common rat.
company as Sir Rat.
Yeah.
Now put your shirt on, son,
before we find ourselves a
healthier specimen.
You hungry, boy? Oh, yes, sir.
What do you gentlemen say to a
little midnight requisition?
What?
Never mind! It's tradition.
Right there. Shh.
All right.
All right. Shh, shh, shh.
Come around.
Help me with this doorknob.
Easy. Easy.
Go ahead.
Oh, smells good.
Oh, that does smell good!
There's us some bread, boys.
Here we go, huh?
That's pretty good right there.
That one's mine.
That one's mine.
Well, now, evening, Judge.
No need to be afraid of
Old Judge, boy.
He's just a grumpy old slave.
I may be the property of
this Institute,
but I have the ear of
the Superintendent
and the full trust and
confidence of the Commandant.
I'm the master of
this bakery.
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