Bad Boys Page #2

Get in line, man.

You, too, man. Move! Get in line!

Come on, move it, move it.

Let's get in line. You, too.

That's Tweety.

Nice name.

They're smacks.

They keep the rest of the animals in line

and give out the work assignments.

They're gonna put you on shithouse patrol.

All accounted for, Mr. Daniels.

All right, that's five minutes to first bell.

Five minutes.

What happened to your face?

Hey, fuckhead!

What's it to you?

I asked you a question.

I cut myself shaving.

I got news for you, fuckhead.

In here, me and him,

we're it.

You're on shithouse patrol

until we say different. You got it?

Clean it up.

Smokes?

Winstone, Pall Malls, Salems.

Salems.

Ten bucks.

I don't have it.

Take it or leave it.

Perretti, you want your radio fixed?

Give him the smokes.

Horowitz, you suck!

Only your mother, Perretti.

Grass? You need some grass, I got it.

Don't buy it. It's sh*t.

Horowitz, you better have it ready by Friday.

Or your ass is grass.

Don't worry about it.

The chink killed his father.

The whop snatched a 14-year-old girl

and raped her for two days straight

in a basement.

They run the action for the Viking

and Tweety on a 60-40 split.

Real cuties.

Ain't he sweet.

All right, guys, loosen up a little bit.

How you doing?

Not too good.

They're gonna get me, Mick. I know it.

I'll be right back.

I wrote Mick today.

Started at least 10 times.

You know, "How are you?

What's it like there?"

That kind of thing.

Everything sounded so dumb.

Honey, listen to me.

He's a bad kid.

He's been in and out of trouble for years.

Now, he's finally gone and killed someone.

No.

It was an accident.

I see you're responsible

for the death of an eight-year-old boy.

It was an accident.

An accident.

How about these other charges?

"Driving a stolen vehicle,

assault with a deadly weapon,

"attempted robbery."

I suppose they were accidents, too.

Possession of a handgun

and assaulting a teacher at 12.

Four counts of vandalism,

three counts of breaking and entering at 13.

Assaulting a 70-year-old woman

during a purse snatching at 14.

You're a real class act.

You want me to go on?

How you never did any time here before

is a miracle.

And now you're telling me

what just happened was an accident?

Hey, boy,

let me tell you something.

That was no accident.

You would've killed somebody

sooner or later.

Only it happened sooner, you see?

So, don't bullshit yourself.

Don't bullshit me.

How do you feel about what went down?

About the so-called accident?

I'd like an answer.

I don't have one.

Well, when you do have an answer,

let me know.

Because I'm interested.

Anytime you wanna talk about this,

or anything else,

I'm here.

Thank you, Eddie.

Gerard!

- Holden!

- Right here.

Jones! Is there anybody here

by the name of Jones?

Perretti!

Johnson!

- O'Brien!

- Yeah.

F***ing miracle

someone you know can write.

Jones!

Turn around.

Come on, man. Come on.

Hey, Paco, that's him.

That's the one.

That's the guy.

Hey, what was that?

Someone wasted Willy, man!

Get the license plate, man.

Get the license plate!

Somebody call an ambulance.

Man, that's a lot of blood.

Man, he's bleeding bad, man.

He's bleeding bad!

Jimmy, come here!

Oh, man! Guess he's dead.

What do you want?

Just get the f*** out of here!

Leave me alone!

Come on! Please, man!

How was it?

- F***ing a**hole!

- Tweety! Tweety, he's got a knife!

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

- He's dead.

- He's dead?

Let's get out of here.

Let's go, come on. Come on, let's go.

One way or the other,

I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

You're on cooking detail all day.

I'm gonna check with Axelrod.

If you're lying to me,

I'm gonna deep-fry your ass.

Tell me exactly what happened

when you ran out on the tier. Exactly.

I just turned and

I saw a bunch of people out on the rail.

Who were the people next to you?

So, you're telling me that

you don't remember if you saw anything?

Buy you... You were there, right?

Get out of here. Just get out of here.

Now, turn the chair around and sit down

and talk to me.

Now, where were you?

I was in my room sleeping, like I told you.

No, you weren't.

- And that's all you can tell me?

- That's all.

All right.

You're up.

I know, Lofgren, I know.

You're incurably innocent.

Yeah.

Okay.

O'Brien, if you saw anything

that might help clear this up,

it might knock some time off your sentence.

I can't help you, sir.

- That's it?

- Yeah, sir.

There are these three girls standing outside

the bowling alley, right?

I figure I'd give it a shot.

I walk over, I start talking to them.

Take off.

What'd you say to him?

Not much.

When I ask you a question, you answer.

You dig, motherf***er?

- Go f*** yourself.

- I'm gonna f*** you up.

Hey, you got a problem?

Gentlemen, there's seconds

for those of you who want it.

Now, let's try to be dignified.

Mr. Wagner, here's the mop.

- What are you doing?

- It's okay. Get out of here.

- Look, man, if there's gonna be trouble...

- it's okay.

Hey, sou m bag.

Oh, sh*t.

Fight, fight, fight, fight!

Come on!

Let's go!

Hi, J.C.

Hey.

- You feel it?

- What?

You're it.

What are you talking about?

You're the new barn boss, O'Brien.

Says who?

Hey, it is what it is.

F*** that.

What are you afraid of?

I ain't afraid of anything.

I just don't want to be it.

Hey, after what you did to

Viking and Tweety, man, you're it.

Hey, schmuck.

- What?

- Think of it as a present.

Some present.

Barn boss gets 40 % of the cigarette action.

You forgot.

Barn boss gets to give out

the work assignments and take his own.

Barn boss gets time off his sentence

if he stays cool

and keeps the Neanderthals in line.

You didn't know that, did you?

Think you can handle it?

And as your lieutenant,

I get some privileges, too.

Banzai!

Every week,

two cartons for me

and two for Horowitz.

Free.

There's something else.

You know how it used to be a 60-40 split?

Well, it Still is.

Only now, it's 60-40.

Get out of here.

Hey, man.

You're something else, O'Brien.

- Mick.

- You're it, man.

- Excuse me. Make way for the man.

- You're it now.

Go ahead, O'Brien.

What is that sh*t?

"Poise and control."

Oh, God.

- Shut up.

- Shoot.

- Shut up.

- You don't know nothing.

Be cool.

Perretti, read the sentence to the class.

"The domi...

"The dom... Dominant..."

- The dumb what?

- "The dominant..."

- The dumb ass.

- "Primordial..."

- "The dominant..."

- Yeah, thank you. Thank you. Lofgren.

- Oh.

- "Dominant..."

- "Primer... Primer..."

- What?

- "Primer..."

- All right. O'Brien.

You try.

- Come on, Mick.

- "The dominant prim..."

- You don't know...

- "Primer..."

Johnson. Read it.

Hey, look, this is nothing to laugh at.

Now, maybe if some of you could read,

you wouldn't be in here.

You ever think about that?

Look, you think of yourself as a moron,

you can't feel that good about yourself,

now, can you?

I just got back the results of that

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