The Monster Squad Page #3

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MR. COMBS

D'Juan, you might have some

resentment towards your brother for

making the professional choices

that he has...

7.

but even if he's turned his back on

his hometown to go live it up and

play ball for Eastern, and made

life here twice as hard for you as

a result, then... we just take a

deep breath, and say... let it be.

MR. COMBS(cont'd)

D'JUAN

Borcoult started up with that

"Benedict Houston" bullshit again,

Mr. Combs. With all due respect to

you doing your job... someone comes

at me with that, ten times outta

ten, someone's getting rawed in the

face.

MR. COMBS

Then at least we've got something

to work with, right? And David...

Chud...

To D'Juan's left is a third boy: moon-faced and stocky,

hunched over his desk. David "Chud" Carruthers, age fourteen.

MR. COMBS

... you've got a lot of issues to

deal with. Which could be a good

thing.

Mr. Combs rises from his stool, pacing about the front of the

room as he speaks.

MR. COMBS

Just to say it... I do cherish the

time that we spend in here

together. That's me being honest.

But the world's a big concept.

Bigger than me, or you, or this

room... and sometimes it's easy to

lose sight of that fact.

8.

But if you keep your eyes down on

the negative, the dark and heavy

things... boys, you're going to

MR. COMBS(cont'd)

miss out on a lot of beauty.

Dramatically, Combs DRAGS on the cord for the blinds, jerking

them upward. The view through the windows is as follows: half-

bare trees, the toxic smoke-column from the bay, and an OLD

WOMAN scolding her dog as it squats over the school's front

lawn. Combs lets the blinds drop, just as sharply.

MR. COMBS

Anyways... okay. Life is what

happens when you're making plans

for-

The classroom's door BANGS INWARD, suddenly. In walks COACH

STEELE, a severe-looking ex-jock in his early fifties, a sh*t-

licking grin on his face. His fist is cinched around the

collar of the army jacket worn by DEACON MEANS, sixteen, with

stringy black hair and a charmingly burned-out demeanor.

MR. COMBS

Coach Steele.

COACH STEELE:

Mr. Combs. Dropping off your trash.

Found this one hiding behind the

cafeteria, snaking a smoke...

Steele shoves Deacon forward. The teenager seats himself as

far away from the others as possible, dropping into a slouch

and tugging up the hood of his sweatshirt.

DEACON:

Oh, I wasn't hiding.

COACH STEELE:

Shut up, Means.

9.

MR. COMBS

Okay. Thank you, Coach... though

I'm not really sure that words like

"trash" are-

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