As a major fan of the Netflix original series, Daybreak, I had to know what Turbo said in his super-long subtitled speech, because, OMG, how Hilarious was that? A raising of the arms and a 1,215-word statement rolls up the screen for a guy who mostly grunts to communicate — pure genius.
Being the super fan that I am — and not wanting to miss a thing about this incredible series — I began the rigorous process of stop, rewind, freeze, stop, rewind, freeze (that I swore was like fifty-times, but so worth it) I was able to capture Turbo’s inspiring motivational speech and peer more deeply into his thoughts that add delicious layers to his character.
AND IT WAS EPIC — a comedic yet deeply thought out moment — one that must be shared with other die-hard fans.
IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THIS EPISODE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO NOT READ THIS. MAJOR SPOILER.
So, as quoted, this is what Turbo said to the anxious crowd after an attempt was made on his life.
“I’m not a man of many words…
But I have something to say!
You all. Every one of you. My legion, my friends, my tribe. I see you. I know your names and I know your heart. I know who puts in an honest day’s work. And I know who slacks the system. You know it, too. You know who you are. I SEE YOU. And it’s to you, I say, I’m lowkey-not-lowkey ballistic. You trust me to give you everything, yeah. Food, shelter, warmth, weapons, leadership, safety. Even a beer every now and then. And in return, you know what I ask? It’s pretty f**king simple. I ask you don’t murder-kill me. That’s how this sh*t is supposed to work. Fair exchange, right? I mean, after everything I’ve built here? Look around you. This is our school. Our public school. And a public school takes in anybody. I take in anybody. There’s always a seat for you on my bleachers. Doesn’t matter your former tribe. Doesn’t matter who you used to be. You’re safe here. I’m the eye in Hurricane Nuclear Fallout. I’m the SPF 120 protecting you from the heat-blast sun. And once it sets, I’m the only warm blanket you got on these bitter-ass nights. I give you all this, and I ask the simplest thing in return. Loyalty. Loyalty and trust. Loyalty and trust and like an inch of respect maybe. But mostly loyalty. And would it seriously hurt you to pick up trash every once in a while. This place is a mess. And it’s starting to smell like foot cheese. Again: I SEE YOU. A quarterback can’t make epic plays without knowing where every single lineman and running back and receiver is. Same here, with you.
My job is impossible unless every lieutenant and soldier and kitchen scut right on down the line is doing their f**king job. Vibe me? Am I getting through? Well, guess what? Y’all betrayed me. Why? I didn’t build all this so you f**cks could just take it from me. No way. You don’t own this. The second you think you do is the second you make it toxic. I’m reminded of the immortal words of that guy who said whoha in “Any Given Sunday,” “I don’t know what to say really. Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to today. Either we heal as a team or we are going to crumble. Inch by inch. Play by play. Till we’re finished. We are in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me and we can stay here and get the sh*t kicked out of us or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb out of hell. One inch, at a time. Now I can’t do it for you. I’m too old. I look around and I see these young faces and I think, I mean, I’ve made every wrong choice a middle age man could make. I uh… I pissed away all my money believe it or not. I chased off anyone who has ever loved me. And lately, I can’t even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know when you get old in life things get taken from you. That’s, that’s part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out that life is just a game of inches. So is football. Because in either game, life or football the margin for error is so small. I mean one half step too late or too early you don’t quite make it. One half second too slow or too fast and you don’t quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They are in every break of the game, every minute, every second.
On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us, to pieces for that inch. We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch. Cause we know when we add up all those inches that’s going to make the f**king difference between WINNING and LOSING. Between LIVING and DYING. I’ll tell you this in any fight it is the guy who is willing to die who is going to win that inch. And I know if I am going to have any life anymore it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch because that is what LIVING is. The six inches in front of your face. Now I can’t make you do it. You gotta look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes. Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. You are going to see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows when it comes down to it, you are gonna do the same thing for him. That’s a team, gentlemen and either we heal now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That’s football guys. That’s all it is. Now whattaya gonna do?” Yeah. That’s right. I memorized that whole speech. Took me a whole year. But, I did it. I also memorized the speeches from “Hoosiers” and “Remember the Titans” and “Rocky IV” and “Cool Runnings” and “The Mighty Ducks” and “She’s The Man” and “High School Musical” and “Friday Night Lights,” both the movie and the television series. So I know about inspiration. I’ll tell you this story. It’s something I didn’t understand at first but now I’m coming around to it. It’s a story my dad told me. There was this guy who used to make vases. I don’t know what they call that? A vaser? Maybe? No. That’s wrong. A sculptor. I guess that could be right. A potter? Maybe a potter? I wonder if that’s why the kid is named Harry Potter? Because he made magic. Like made it. What was I saying? Potter? The vase! Right.
These vases were beautiful things. And check this out… The guy would wrap an entire vase in horsehair — then he put it in his kiln. The horsehair would burn off and leave these black, charred scars. But to get the horsehair, the guy would have to pluck it straight from a stallion’s tail. How baller is that? And every time he did, that stallion would buck. The vase-maker, vaser, potter — he was pretty good at dodging the kick, ’cause he knew it was coming. But more than once, that horse would get him. Knocking him in the face and shoulder. Nasty sh*t. He still had rolling shards of broken bone you could feel, where the horse shattered his clavicle. But Christ in a halo, it was worth the pain. Those vases, man. I know you think I’m a dumb jock, but I can appreciate a thing like that. Well, I look out at you all, and I think that’s what I have here. You’re the bucking horse. I’m the sculptor. And the beautiful vase is all this, Glendale High. Look what we have. But, you f**kers broke the vase. And I’m not sure we can ever glue this thing back together. But I’m gonna try. I’m really gonna f**king try.
Now wasn’t that worth the time to read? I freaking think so, and I love how much spice it adds to the story….