My Bodyguard Page #3

Oh, yeah?

She sees the power, huh?

Power isn't what she's after, man.

[Door Closes]

Hi.

My accountant over here

tells me you're late

on your first installment, right?

- That's right, isn't it?

- That's right.

- That's right, isn't it?

- That's right.

- I'm not going to pay. That's all. So...

- [Flushes]

Come on, man.

Let's get something to eat.

## [String Quintet]

Wait, Linderman.

Could I ask you something?

It's... it's important.

I hope you don't

get mad or anything,

but would you like

to make some money?

You see, there are these guys.

Maybe you noticed

them in the bathroom.

- They're making me pay protection.

- From what?

From themselves, but

that's not what they say.

They say they're protecting me

and some other kids from...

...well, mainly you.

- From me?

Yeah. I know that's not true.

At least, I think it's not.

That's how I came up

with this idea.

What idea?

To pay you to be

my bodyguard.

Maybe some other kids could, too.

Also, I could do your homework.

I'm pretty smart.

But at least

it's not paying extortion.

Not interested.

# I can tell from her manana #

# She's a Latin from Manhattan #

# But not Havana #

# She does the rumba for us #

#And she calls herself Dolores #

# She was in a Broadway chorus #

# Known as Suzy Donahue #

Good morning, Mrs. Peache.

How are we today?

- You're not well?

- I feel wonderful. Just wonderful.

Oh.

# She can take a tambourine #

#And whack it #

# But to her it's just a racket #

# She's a hoofer from Fifth Avenue #

# She's a Latin from Manhattan ##

Good morning, Mother.

Griffith, good morning.

Do you want some breakfast?

It's, uh, liver.

No. We got a call from Mr. Dobbs.

- Mr. Dobbs?

- Chief of operations.

He'll be paying us a little visit.

Any particular reason?

Search me.

What's that all about?

Guess.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

Nice to hear you say grace again,

sweetheart.

I'm only kidding.

It's very good.

- Is school okay?

- Yeah. Terrific.

You're sure?

I could call the principal again.

Dad, it's okay.

School's fine. I'm fine.

Everything's perfect.

[Laughter]

Are you taking a trip?

[Clifford]

Where does Linderman hang out?

The slaughterhouse, probably.

What's the matter with him anyway?

A lot of things, I hear.

For one, he's supposed to have

raped a teacher.

I also heard he shot a cop.

I know for a fact he killed a kid.

In cold blood.

Blew his brains out.

[Clifford]

I don't believe it.

Look it up.

It's in the newspapers.

I still don't believe it.

"He would not have stopped then

"for anything

less necessary than breath...

"it being a spectral sort

of race he ran,

"and one highly desirable

to get to the end of.

"He had a strong idea that the coffin

he had seen was running after him,

"and pictured it

hopping on behind him,

"bolt upright upon its narrow end,

"always on the point

of overtaking him

"and hopping on at his side,

"perhaps taking his arm.

"It was a pursuer to shun.

"It hid in doorways, too,

"rubbing its horrible shoulders

against doors

"and drawing them up to its ears

"as if it were laughing.

"It got into shadows on the road

"to trip him up.

"All this time

it was gaining on him.

"When the boy reached his door,

he had reason for being half-dead."

No. I mean...

Where's my money, Rick?

I didn't think I had to pay

'cause Clifford isn't.

- What you call me?

- Nothin'.

- You heard him, didn't you, Reissman?

- Yeah.

What are you doing?

Let's go to your locker.

What are you doing?

Reissman's going to pay us

from now on, Cliff.

How about you?

Let me out!

Let me out!

[Banging On Locker]

[Banging Continues]

Somebody come here!

Help!

Help me!

Let me out!

Come on!

Help!

Someone let me out!

Want your turn? Go ahead!

I haven't got all day,

you big, dumb son of a b*tch!

[Shouting, Chattering]

Yes, ma'am? Say it!

Can I have a coke?

Hey, Shelley, want to go

to the movies tonight?

I guess so. Sure.

Have a real good time

while you're there.

Where's your limo?

You feeling suicidal, or what?

You should have planned ahead,

because you're dead.

Look at this shirt.

Moody, I'd like you

to meet my bodyguard.

Anything you want to say

to me, talk to him first.

Now, what was that

you were saying?

Beat it, Moody.

Man, we can take this guy.

He's all yours, big M.

Go ahead, Moody.

Show him how tough you are.

How about you guys?

We can take this dude.

He's a chump, man.

Who's the fruit this time,

huh, Moody?

I'm walking.

Don't leave me hanging, man.

Not now.

Melvin, your protection services

are no longer required.

By anyone.

Know what I mean?

You can go now.

Hey, Moody.

You owe me

a year's worth of lunches.

Oh, what a great day.

See Carson flip him the bird?

Didn't you love it?

We won't let up till

he pays back every cent

he ever took from everybody.

- You all through now?

- What's wrong?

We aren't doing anything.

- Got it?

- But aren't we a...

I thought we were

sort of a team now.

You thought wrong.

[Girls]

Their team is so slow,

but our team...

Let's go!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Let's...

go!

Okay, you guys.

Okay, are you guys getting it?

Okay, our day is over.

Looking forward

to the next time.

Oh, Karen, listen,

don't call me tonight.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Where did you come from?

- I was in the theater.

- What'd you think? Yeah?

- It was good.

I'd like to talk to you about

one of the kids in your class.

Did you try asking

one of the kids in the class?

Uh, well, it's Linderman.

- Oh. Ricky Linderman, huh?

- Yeah.

What do you want to know

about Ricky Linderman?

- Everybody's afraid of him.

- Mm-hmm.

I don't want to be, but there are

all those stories about him.

What do you think

about those stories?

They can't all be true.

Well, I know something.

Would you like to know

what I know?

Yes.

About a year ago...

He had a younger brother.

And the kid was playing at home.

Went into his father's closet,

he found a loaded gun.

Was playing

and it accidentally went off.

And he killed himself.

Ricky, unfortunately,

was the first person

to find the body.

And I don't think

he's recuperated from that.

That's the only story I know.

What about all those stories

about him killing a cop...

and breaking teachers' legs?

I don't know about those stories.

- All I know is what I just told you.

- Okay.

Okay?

Does that help you at all?

Yeah, I think so.

Okay.

Is this saved?

What do you call this stuff?

Garbage.

Would you pass the salt?

Just getting the salt.

Okay, so maybe we're not a team.

Maybe I was wrong.

But I thought when somebody

does somebody a favor,

he owes him one.

- You don't owe me.

- Yes, I do.

You didn't have to do what you did,

but you did it anyway.

I thought it meant

we were friends now.

You didn't accept money.

Where you going?

The show's over.

Show?

That wasn't any show.

Get lost.

All I want...

Do you always get what you want?

Hey.

Those things will stunt your growth.

- Ha ha ha.

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