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- You know, who invited you?

To the parking lot?

Gee, I guess I invited myself.

Maybe you wanna go somewhere more private.

With you? Sure.

If this boy knows what's good

for him, he'll just beat it.

Whooping this small fry's butt

ain't gonna help me none.

Sure ain't gonna help him, neither.

Come on, Brad!

- Hey, was there a fight?

- Yeah.

You're quite a pill.

Uh-huh.

- Where are you going?

- Home.

Why did you take a powder the other night?

- Same reason I'm taking one now.

- Hold it!

- I wanna help you.

- Go away.

Look, I can't trust you. You ought

to be smart enough to know that.

I didn't shake up the party

to get your attention,

and I'm not heeling you to hook you.

Your connections could help me,

but the bad baggage they bring

could make it zero sum gain or even hurt me.

Better off coming at it clean.

I wouldn't have to lead you in by the...

I can't trust you.

Brad was a sap, you weren't.

You're with him,

so you're playing him.

So you're a player.

With you behind me,

I'd have to tie one eye up,

watching both of your hands.

I can't spare it.

- You're not Brad.

- No, I'm not.

- You didn't call.

- Sorry. Kara went home though, didn't she?

Yeah, but she stopped at a payphone

and made two calls that she

didn't want on her phone bill.

- Get the numbers?

- No. Sorry.

It's all right.

Me and Brad front-page news?

All the buzz.

You really do that?

Yeah.

- Why? Is Brad The Pin?

- Brad is a sap.

I downed him on his field,

and his crew didn't bite.

So now I know he's a sap,

and anyone who acts like

he isn't is profiting by it.

That's not why I roughed him,

though.

- For kicks?

- Economics.

Brad's the school's biggest jake buyer,

so if this Pin is behind all the

selling, I just got his attention.

Anyway, now we've shaken the tree,

let's wait and see what falls on our heads.

Will do.

So you didn't know this boy?

- No sir, never seen him.

- And he just hit you?

Like I said, he asked

for my lunch money first.

Good thing I brown-bagged it.

Okay, Brendan, I've been

looking to talk to you.

And you've helped this office out before.

No, I gave you Jerr to see

him eaten, not to see you fed.

Fine.

Very well put.

Accelerated English.

Mrs. Kasprzyk.

- Tough teacher.

- Tough, but fair.

Okay, we know you're clean.

And you've...

Despite your motives,

you've always been

an asset to this office.

And you're a good kid.

I want to run some names past you.

- Hold it, we're not done here.

- I was done here three months ago.

I told you then I'd give

you Jerr, and that was that.

I'm not your inside line,

and I'm not your boy.

- That's not very...

- You know what I'm in

if the wrong yegg

saw me pulled in here?

- What are you in?

- No.

And no more of these informal chats, either.

You got a discipline issue with me?

Write me up or suspend me,

and I'll see you at the parent conference.

Hold on!

I could write you up

for talking back to a VP

and for looking at me

in that threatening way.

I would exercise a little tact, Mr. Frye.

You can't pull a stunt like that unless

there's something I need you for.

- So is there?

- Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe there's something you need from me.

Maybe.

All right, I need you off my back

completely for the next few weeks.

There might be some heat soon.

If it's something I can't cover,

I won't go to bat for you.

If I get caught like that,

it's curtains anyway.

I can't have brass

cutting me favors in public.

I'm just letting you know now,

so you don't come kicking in my

homeroom door once trouble starts.

Okay. Okay,

here's what I can do.

I won't pin you for anything

you aren't caught at.

But if anything comes up with your

prints on it, I can't help you.

Also, if I get to the bottom

of whatever this is,

and it gets too hot,

and you don't deliver,

VP's gonna need someone

to turn over, police-wise.

And I'll have you.

So there better be some meat at

the end of this, like you say.

Or at least a fall guy.

Or you're it.

Nope, Dode is MIA.

I'm 9 of 10 that Kara's got him,

but who knows where.

I shook,

but she's not spilling.

No more job offers,

so she's gotta play.

And I know enough about Kara

to let that worry me.

All right, keep your specs on

for him. Any other news?

Some. Laura Dannon came to me,

looking for you.

- She did, huh?

- Fourth period.

Nearly shook me upside down.

Can't say I didn't enjoy it.

But why'd she come to me?

She's tapping Kara,

and Kara knows you know me.

Yeah, well,

she's some piece of work.

If I had known where you were,

I might have told her.

That's the spirit.

Ask around for Dode.

Tail Kara again at lunch.

I got knives in my eyes.

I'm going home sick.

- I'll call you tonight.

- All right.

I wanna see The Pin.

I wanna see The Pin.

I guess you do.

You The Pin?

Yeah.

So now I'm very, very curious

what you're gonna say next.

Maybe I'll just sit here and bleed at you.

Helled, if you're gonna go

breaking my best clients' noses

and expect me to play sandbag.

Anyway, you've been

sniffing me out before then.

Sniffing for me like a vampire bat

for a horse with a nick on

its ear that he can suck on.

They do that.

So now you got Tugger to bring you in,

which he never does.

And you got me listening.

So I'm very curious

what you have to say that

better be really, really good.

Why don't you call Ms. Dannon

in from the hall first?

She ought to hear this.

No dice, soldier.

Would've been a neat trick, though.

I was just gonna come up

with some bit of information

or set up some phony deal,

anything. She'd let me walk.

Then I was gonna go to the Vice Principal

and spill him the street address

of the biggest dope port in the burgh.

He knows zippo.

on the desk, in the den,

in the basement of the house

with the tacky mailbox.

You gonna do what now?

No good, soldier.

All right, Tugger, enough.

Tug!

Tug, stop!

My glasses?

The hell with you then.

Which wall is the door in?

Sorry about this, kid.

But what the hell with what you said before?

Where you were at, with all

of us and Tug a fist away.

You gotta use your nut.

Allay the situation.

So, yeah,

you're not scared of me.

I got it.

But I'm also thinking

you're a little nuts, now.

So you've got that tradeoff

with your situation.

But nuts isn't all bad,

so maybe it was a good play.

I don't know.

So Laura talked me down.

Why don't we take you upstairs,

back with the living?

I thought we had orange juice,

Brendan. I'm sorry.

How about some Tang?

No, that's more like soda,

isn't it?

Water's fine, ma'am. Thanks.

Wait a minute, we have apple

juice here, if you'd like that.

Or we've got milk, but you're

having that on your corn flakes.

Apple juice sounds terrific.

It's country style.

That's perfect.

And I'll even give it to you

in a little country glass.

How about that?

- Boys?

- I'm fine, Mrs. M.

Thanks, Mom.

Okay, well,

I'm gonna go do something in the other room.

So how abouts we take another

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