Smitty

(woofs)

Here, boy.

(bell ringing)

Hi. I'm Tia.

So you're new, huh?

I'm always new.

Wow, that sucks.

Yep.

It does.

Here's what you gotta know

about Lincoln Junior High.

Tuesday's Salisbury steak.

You're gonna wanna

bring a lunch that day.

Oh, and, stay away

from those guys.

Why are you telling me

all this?

(bell ringing)

'Cause everybody

needs a friend.

See you, Ben.

Suck up.

Hey.

Tia told you I was a punk, huh?

Dude. She's just mad

because I broke up with her.

Chicks! They play you, man.

One day, someone's gonna

teach her a lesson.

So let's try this again.

Hey!

I'm Peabo.

I'm Ben.

Hey, wanna chill tonight?

-Cool.

Dude. We're golden,

he's clueless.

He's in.

(Glass breaking)

BEN:

What are we doing here?

PEABO:

We're having fun.

You do know how

to have fun, right?

Try me.

Wanna try?

Sure.

Come on, try it again.

This is pretty cool.

I like that. Hey, Tyler!

Tag the walls.

Ben, you hungry?

Why?

-Come on.

Are you sure?

-It's a restaurant,

they keep all the food

in the freezer.

Hey, Ben.

Dude, wait! Hey!

Let me out!

Hey! Let me out!

-What an idiot.

Let me out!

It's really cold in here!

Yah!

Tyler!

Put that on the wall.

What are you guys doing?

(cash register dinging)

See you, sucker!

Have fun in jail!

(sirens blaring)

Felony vandalist.

Breaking and entering.

All of which is bad, but nothing

compared to grand theft.

I didn't

steal anything!

Then where's the thousand

dollars from the cash register?

I didn't take it.

Then give me names.

Have it your way.

Sit down.

What are you doing here?

This is my family's

restaurant, Ben.

Hi, Mom.

Here's his summons.

It's all in there.

In the car, now!

MAN:
All rise for

the Honourable Judge Green.

Be seated.

Good morning, Benjamin.

Hi.

You move around a lot, huh?

We've-- We've had to, um--

But I'm in, I'm in

school now, night classes.

I'm studying to be a nurse,

and I'm a waitress,

and I've just taken on

a part-time job.

Which explains why

there's no adult around

to keep Benjamin from committing

multiple felonies.

I'm trying

the best that I can.

The sentencing guidelines say

you should go to

juvenile detention

for three to five years.

Five years?!

Don't talk back.

Did you think

you'd be going to Disneyland?

Now, I get the feeling

that you would be trading

some bad friends for

a set of even worse ones.

So, what to do?

Where's Benjamin's father?

The last contact I had with him

was the day that he left.

I was pregnant,

and he had other plans.

Any other family?

No.

Well my father, but--

Benjamin, how do you and

your grandfather get along?

They've never met,

Your Honour.

Ever?

No, Your Honour.

That's unfortunate.

He and I don't get along.

Is your father

a convicted felon?

No.

A drug addict?

Alcoholic?

No, Your Honour,

he's a farmer.

He lives in Summit Town, in Iowa.

When was the last time

you spoke?

Since right before Ben was born.

It seems to me that if you had

someone to look after Benjamin,

you could concentrate on school.

Maybe even graduate early.

Yes, Your Honour.

-Here's the choice.

Benjamin spends three years

in juvenile detention

or three months in Iowa.

Mom, what's the matter?

Everyone makes mistakes, Ben.

It's just that some people

never let you live them down.

What does that mean?

Never mind.

One day you'll understand.

All right, come on.

Dad.

You're late.

This is your grandson, Ben.

You gotta go to the bathroom?

What?

Do you have to

go to the bathroom?

No.

Why you got

your pants down, then?

'Cause I like it like that,

it's my style.

I'm not going in there.

Oh, yes, you are.

No, I'm not. There's something

wrong with that guy.

He's your grandfather.

You can't make me.

Oh, really?

Wanna watch me?

What's that for?

I didn't even do anything wrong,

and you're gonna beat me?

Here, put that on.

Pull your pants up.

My house, my rules.

This ain't summer vacation.

You okay with that?

Yeah.

I already told you

I'm not going in there.

I know that you didn't

have a father, okay?

And maybe that is why

I've been way to easy on you.

But that's what they're like, okay?

So you're just gonna deal with it.

So that's why you are

the way you are, Mom.

'Cause your dad's a redneck,

gun-toting jackass!

You watch your mouth!

Do you realize if I had ever

spoken to him that way,

do you know how far he would

have put his boot up--?

All right.

No, no, I dare you.

I dare you to talk to him like that.

You see what happens!

Give me your cell phone!

Now!

I'll give it back

at the end of the summer, maybe.

Now get in there!

You behave yourself.

No more sass.

You remember where everything is?

Yeah, I think so.

Good.

'Cause nothing's changed.

Take your bag, come on.

BEN:

What?

It's exactly like I left it.

So, what?

I just figured he would have

gotten rid of all my stuff.

Okay.

Can you promise me one thing

while you're here?

Try to think of someone else

besides yourself.

It's not all about you.

What's not all about me?

Life.

I love you, okay?

All right, get ready for bed.

(rooster, farm sounds)

"I had to get

an early start,

"I'm sorry

I couldn't say goodbye.

Please be good

for your grandfather."

Yeah, right.

(radio with

Farm Report in background)

What?

Where's mine?

I'm not your cook.

You want breakfast,

you make it yourself.

But I can't make anything.

I believe you.

You know, fine,

I'll just have cereal.

No, you won't.

Why not?

'Cause I don't have any.

I hate cereal.

Then what

am I supposed to eat?

What do you eat at home?

Hot pockets, pizza rolls, you

know, anything that can nuke.

Nuke. There's a microwave

right behind you.

Fine.

Have at it.

Fine.

Okay. Dozen eggs,

four potatoes,

chow down--

(microwave button beeps)

Ah!

(splattering)

All right.

Clean that up.

And when you're through,

meet me outside.

We got work to do.

(sizzling)

(chickens clucking)

What am I

supposed to do?

Find the fattest one

and catch it.

Why?

Dinner.

This sucks!

Hot pockets and pizza rolls.

How they working out for you?

Ugh.

Mow this.

But I'm only here

for, like, three months.

Better get started, then.

Ah!

What are those for?

Apparently,

your grades suck.

Summer school starts

now.

(sobbing)

Here.

Blow your nose.

You hungry?

Yeah.

Finish that.

Then hit the sack.

We got

an early day tomorrow.

Were going into town.

Really? Why?

'Cause you need a friend.

(dogs barking)

I guess that one's

kind of cool.

(growling)

Sit.

No, not that one.

How about that one?

Speak!

No, not that one neither.

That one!

Why?

He's a mutt.

It's what's on the inside

that counts.

Now, this is a farm dog.

They've got big hearts.

Sit!

Up.

Speak.

(barking)

Come.

He's smart.

And, uh,

he'll look after you.

Thought that was

your job.

I'm your grandfather,

not your friend.

(barking)

But I've never

had a dog before.

It's okay.

He's had a boy before.

Somebody taught him.

Then we should try

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