My Bodyguard Page #2

Lots of kids do.

He takes their lunch money every day.

Now I'm brown-baggin' it.

Now he claims he's gonna

take my bus fare.

I don't think you shouldn't let him

get away with it.

I know,

but I'm addicted to breathing.

[Bell Rings]

Let's go.

[Horn Honks]

Lock up in 15 minutes.

There's a little party after school,

Peachy. You're the guest of honor.

- Yeah, but I have a car waiting.

- Yeah, I know.

Hey, Moody, got a present for you.

Just a second.

Bring a dollar every day, got it?

Get out of here.

Hey, it's Peach Pit.

What do you say?

Just trying to make friends.

Don't you want to be friends?

- All right. Here.

- What about me?

Sure. Shake hands with Dubrow.

How you doing?

Where'd you go

to school before here?

- South Side Academy.

- Ooh, costs a lot of money to go there.

- You rich?

- No.

Hey, that's nothing

to be ashamed of, man.

I'm not ashamed.

- Knew he was rich.

- No, I'm not, really.

Hey, listen, pal,

it's obvious you got bread.

Question is, you got sense?

I'm serious.

Do you have sense?

Hmm? Hmm?

- I think so. Sometimes.

- I think so too.

So you'll know this

is no private academy.

Now, you go to a school

like this you need a bodyguard.

You know, we got Ricky Linderman

in our Homeroom?

You know about Linderman?

He's a psychopath.

He just went berserk.

Wasted some kid.

- Shot him in the head.

- [Banging Noise]

- Blew his brain out.

- Why'd he do that?

Probably he was

a pain in the ass.

Guys like Linderman

lose control after a while.

Yah!

Like that, you know?

That's when you come to us.

We're bodyguards. Interested?

- I don't know.

- For you, it's cheap, uh...

- Buck a day.

- Buck a day?

Yeah, buck a day.

We give everyone the same deal.

You can work it out day to day,

or week to week.

Any way you want

to work it out, man.

Where am I gonna get

a dollar a day?

Lunch money. You don't

wanna eat that crap, anyway.

50 cents for Godzilla feed.

It's a rip-off.

Sixty, if you want two milks.

So, for that same 60 cents...

we're talking two milks...

you got us almost paid for.

Now all you got to do is...

scrape up another 40.

I'm not gonna give you my lunch money.

I have to eat.

Got to eat, huh?

Come here.

Come here.

Tell you what,

eat this.

Suddenly he changes his mind, eh?

Downstairs!

## [Piano]

- Cut him off!

- Got you now, Peachy.

Get him!

Come on!

[All Shouting]

Come on, hit it!

Where you going, Peachy?

Go!

- Bye, Peachy!

- Good-bye, Peachy!

What's going on?

Who were those guys?

Just some kids

who want to kill me.

I'd like to speak

to Mr. Dobbs, please.

Mm-hmm.

Chief of operations, yes.

This is Mr. Griffith,

assistant manager of

the Ambassador East.

He'll want to speak to me

once he knows what it's about.

Tell him it's quite important.

Yes, I'll wait.

Not near the fire!

Watch the ribs over there!

Don't burn the ribs!

Medium rare on the steak,

medium rare.

Okay!

Put some butter!

[Chattering, Indistinct]

- [French]

- Yes.

Yeah.

- Bon appetit.

- Thanks.

Ciro.

Ciro...

I thought you'd

like to know...

my soup was cold.

How cold was it?

Very funny.

[Granma]

Very neat. Very neat.

He's a...

Oh, wait a minute.

Have you any ideas who'll come in

good in the fourth tomorrow?

I don't know.

Lucky Lew, I guess.

Handicapping is a science.

- Not guesswork. How about Cousin Ed?

- Yeah.

I've got an idea.

Why don't we

pack our things and leave?

- Have a mint.

- Mother.

Where were you

today at 5:
00?

At 5:
00, let me see,

I had a little drink.

The guy you tried

to lure into the bar

is a television evangelist.

- No wonder he looked so sour.

- You think he was sour?

You should've seen Griffith's face

when he heard about it.

Mother we cannot have this kind

of thing going on... Oh, wow!

This isn't the one

we saw last night, is it?

- The red sweater.

- No sweater.

- Let me see...

- Clifford, you're too young.

- You're 14.

- I'm 15. Let me see.

You're 15.

That's one...

- You're 15?

- Yep.

I should know that, shouldn't I?

It's this damn job,

24 hours a day. I'm sorry.

- I heard you got in trouble today.

- Yeah.

Aw, quit worrying.

Your dad called up

and raised hell about those boys.

You called the school? Great.

Now I'll really get slaughtered.

Clifford,

you're not going

to get slaughtered.

They already think I'm a fruit.

The principal's going

to talk to those boys...

and straighten this whole thing out.

And if they try anything,

you go right for the eyes.

Hit them hard as you can.

Blind them!

Takes the fight out of them.

I don't think blinding fists

is the answer to this problem.

Well then, kick 'em in the cojones!

That's the thing.

No! No!

- I'm older. I need this more.

- [Chuckles]

How would you know that?

- He can't take a joke.

- I don't see the humor in extortion...

- Real or pretended!

- [Mutters]

Well, maybe, I guess...

- it could have backfired a little bit.

- It backfired on you.

I ought to suspend you,

but since school just started

and since no harm was done,

I'm going to be a very nice guy

and let you off...

- Thanks.

...with a week's detention.

All right? Take a walk.

Clifford?

Clifford,

things are less sheltered here

than at Southside,

but don't let that throw you.

They're also less narrow.

Don't cry wolf every time somebody

looks at you cross-eyed.

All right, son?

Come on. Get out of here.

## [Piano Scales]

You give me trouble.

People don't do that around here.

So you better grow some eyes

in back of your head,

because you ain't going

to know when it's coming.

Romeo and Juliet...

Romeo and Juliet

were a couple of kids...

that had the hots for each other,

and they couldn't

do anything about it...

because they lived in a society...

where they had to be married

to do anything about it.

They still do.

Romeo andJuliet

is a play about love and sex...

and people willing

to die for it.

[Moody]

Yeah, I'm dying for it right now.

[Laughing]

Can't do anything about that.

We're talking about love and art.

Um...

Uh-oh.

Trouble.

That's Linderman.

Do you have a pass?

You do have a pass.

Thank you.

If you'd like to take a seat

in front, you can.

Please God, let him sit up front.

Not in back of me.

Not in back of me.

I'll have a heart attack.

I swear to God.

[Shouting, Chattering]

Pick him up! Pick him up!

Pick him up!

Pick him up! Pick him up!

Come on, baby! Pick him up!

[Groans]

Watch the rough stuff.

It's only practice.

[Chuckles]

- [Whistle Blows]

- Okay, let's go.

Come on. This is basketball.

Let's move it.

If I were you,

I'd report that to the principal.

[Voices]

You know, she's got nice hips.

Oh, yeah.

Nice hair, too.

It's bleached,

but that doesn't matter.

I don't care how

blonde-haired girls get blonde,

as long as they're blonde.

Physical appearance isn't anything,

you know, but it helps.

Yeah. She's nice-looking.

Yeah. When she looks at me, she says,

"There's a guy who won't take no

for an answer."

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