My Bodyguard Page #5

I said, get up!

Let's see how tough this bike is.

Hey, don't!

Let me go!

Moody, you said

this guy was bad.

Don't look so bad to me.

Don't!

- What's it take to get him going?

- Get up, man!

Leave him alone.

Hey, this is a drag.

Call me when

you really need me.

I like to earn my money.

Want me to kick your ass?

Yes or no?

Yeah, he wants me

to kick his ass.

Yeah, he wants me

to kick his...

What are you doing, Moody?

Don't. Put the bike back.

Moody, don't do that.

Moody, don't! Moody!

Hey, yeah! Yeah!

Are you okay?

Why didn't you fight?

Where are you going?

Come on,

where are you going?

Anyone there?

Linderman?

Hi. Is Ricky home?

No. Who are you?

I'm a friend from school.

He was supposed

to be home hours ago.

What's your name?

- Clifford.

- If you see him,

tell him he should get home.

Okay.

Hey.

How did you get up here?

I need some money.

Where were you?

I looked everywhere for you.

You got any money?

Come on.

Give me some money.

Six bucks is all I got.

Thanks, Cliff.

You're a good kid.

Oh, well, that's great.

"Give me money. Thanks, bye."

That's real class.

Where are you going?

Linderman!

Linderman!

Wait up!

Linderman!

Linderman.

Wait up, damn it!

- Slow down, will you?

- Go home, Clifford.

You got a nice place, a nice family.

Just leave me alone.

- It's the fight, isn't it?

- I couldn't fight. So what?

I never wanted to be anyone's damned

bodyguard, anyway. I told you that.

It's on account

of your brother.

You can't fight because of

what happened to your brother.

- That's it, isn't it?

- What do you know?

It's a lousy excuse.

It's nothing, Linderman.

Shut up!

You haven't talked

for over a year.

- You walk like an ape for nothing.

- Shut up, Clifford!

You build a bike to run away

for no reason, to go nowhere.

And let some jerk

throw it into the lake.

Shut up!

All because of something

you had nothing to do with.

I mean, anybody

could've found your brother.

It happened to be you.

Shut up!

I didn't find him!

I killed him!

I shot him!

Jesus.

We were home alone.

We were playing

with my dad's gun.

I was showing off

like a goddamn fool.

He wanted to hold it.

I said you're not allowed to.

He grabbed it, and it fired.

My God, I was laughing

when it went off.

Blood gushed out of the side of

his head, and he didn't even know it.

Know what he worried about?

That when Dad got home,

he'd get spanked.

The last thing he said to me,

he said, "You're gonna have

to take the blame for this one."

I couldn't even do that right.

I lied.

I put the gun in his hand

and said I found him that way.

Damn it.

I never told anyone before.

It wasn't your fault. You didn't mean

for it to happen.

I'm sorry, Clifford.

I know you mean well.

I let everybody down.

It's the way I am.

Go home, Clifford.

Hey.

Where's the funeral?

It can't be that bad.

It's worse than ever.

They took my bus fare.

They flushed my lunch

down the john.

They called my mother names

I never even heard of.

I'm going to quit school.

I'll never graduate anyway.

- Where are you going?

- Home, I guess.

Come on.

I'll buy you both a drink.

- He might have tried calling.

- He'll be back.

- He just needs time to think.

- Hope you're right.

I'm always right.

That's what you'll learn about me.

Someday you'll say, "Shelley, darling,

you're always right."

Hey, look. Over there.

It's Linderman.

Did you get that

out of there yourself?

I know.

Dumb question.

I was really scared.

I can cheat, can't I?

It's only a game.

Go ahead.

Hey, where did you guys find my bike?

You been fishing?

Oh, no.

Thanks. I'll take it now.

Hey, Mike.

Moody, you're a real bastard.

Linderman, you picking

on Moody again? Huh?

- You're really beginning to annoy me.

- Look.

Just don't give us any trouble.

- Enough is enough.

- Get out!

You got three seconds

to make your split.

Now get.

Uh-uh.

- Without the bike.

- [Moody Chuckles]

It's Moody's now.

One...

- two...

- I tell you, some guys never learn.

Okay. Take it.

Ahhhh!

Get on him, Mike!

Okay. Okay.

Come on, Mike.

Come on.

Come on, Ricky.

Come on.

Damn you, Moody!

Moody?

Get up.

Get up.

Slow down.

Slow down.

- Cover up.

- Come on, man.

Get him.

Come on, get him!

Get him!

Come on!

Hit him, kid!

Come on. You want

your ass kicked. Come on!

Come on, you f*ggot.

Come on, wimp.

Go for his nose.

Thanks. You're a wonderful

human being. You know that?

You need your damn bodyguard?

Come on!

Get him.

Clifford, get him in the nose.

Oh, my nose.

You broke my nose.

I really think I broke his nose.

- You broke my nose.

- You did do it.

So did you.

It looks better that way.

Oh, my nose, man!

Hey, Moody!

All right.

Way to go.

Real impressive fight.

Okay, all right.

I have a question.

I had this idea.

You're a good fighter.

Would you like to be

my bodyguard?

I could pay you

50 cents a day.

I can do your homework for you.

I'm pretty smart.

Not interested.

Anyway, a buck a day.

A buck a day?

Buck a day.

Inflation, buddy.

Inflation?

Yeah.

Wait a minute.

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