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BOBBY:

It's not that I don't appreciate the

offer...

MAX:

Do me a favor. Think about it. Is

that too much too ask?

BOBBY:

No. Okay. I'll think about it.

EXT. SPORTS FIELD - HOLLYWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

ESTABLISHING SHOT of the mural for the HOLLYWOOD SHEIKS

football team. Bobby and Ricky walk past the empty stands

watching the HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM practice. Ricky drinks

from a brown paper bag.

RICKY:

We need guns.

BOBBY:

We don't need guns.

RICKY:

I think we might.

BOBBY:

He didn't say we need guns.

RICKY:

He implied it.

BOBBY:

You don't imply about something like

that. You lay it out on the table.

Besides, I'm not taking the job.

TIME CUT. Ricky and Bobby watch the field from behind the

concrete stairwell.

RICKY:

This is the opportunity of a lifetime.

What are you? Nuts? You've been

waiting for this kind of opportunity.

BOBBY:

No. You've been waiting for this

kind of opportunity.

RICKY:

(sparking up)

Damn right, I have. You think I like

living on f***ing Yucca? We do a

good job on this, we're in.

BOBBY:

What happened to boxing? I thought

we made a vow.

RICKY:

Sh*t. Who we kidding? I know I suck,

and I held you up for ten rounds --

BOBBY:

Bullshit...

RICKY:

Please. I got three inches on you.

You wouldn't have landed a punch if

I didn't let you.

BOBBY:

You wanna go right now?

RICKY:

I'll beat your ass --

They slap-box in the empty stairs. This attracts the attention

of the team and the COACH, who has walked up to the bottom

of the stands. He calls out to them.

COACH:

Ricky! Bobby! Cut that sh*t out!

They stop.

RICKY:

Sorry coach.

BOBBY:

Sorry coach.

COACH:

How's the boxing going?

BOBBY:

Great.

RICKY:

(shitty)

He's 5-5-1.

COACH:

It takes time, Bobby. You always had

the heart.

RICKY:

What about me coach? Did I have heart?

The coach throws a look and walks back to practice, blowing

his whistle.

BOBBY:

We look good this year.

RICKY:

We'll kill Fairfax this year.

BOBBY:

I still can't believe you missed the

f***ing team bus.

RICKY:

F*** him.

BOBBY:

Your first start at DB, it's against

Fairfax, and you miss the f***ing

bus.

RICKY:

What are we delivering?

BOBBY:

We're not delivering sh*t. Ruiz is

delivering something, and whatever

it is is his business.

RICKY:

Who is this f***ing Ruiz?

BOBBY:

Maxie says he runs a tight ship. I

wouldn't f*** with him.

RICKY:

Some Mexican? How much could he weigh?

A buck fifty, tops? I'd kick his

f***ing ass.

BOBBY:

(looks at watch)

I gotta pick up the baby.

RICKY:

Why do you always get stuck taking

care of the kid.

BOBBY:

I like it.

RICKY:

It's not even yours.

BOBBY:

I like it.

Bobby pulls into a RTA bus stop in front of...

EXT. THE LITTLE RED SCHOOL HOUSE - LA BREA - CONTINUOUS

Bobby's Trans Am is parked in the bus stop in front of the

school. Ricky is on the phone, oblivious, as a black METER

MAID gives the car a ticket. Bobby walks down the walkway

with Chloe, Jessica's daughter, and takes the ticket.

INT. BOBBY'S CAR - PARKED ON HIGHLAND - CONTINUOUS

He helps Chloe into the back. Chloe is silent and clutches

dried macaroni glued to a paper plate and spray-painted

silver.

BOBBY:

(re:
ticket)

Nice work.

RICKY:

Shhh...

(on cell phone)

Yeah, yeah... No. No. I'll be there.

(hangs up)

You gotta get me to the Magic Castle

at four.

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