The Chocolate War Page #2

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- And these are special chocolates.

- How so?

Well, these are Mother's Day chocolates.

I was able to pick them up at a bargain price.

Beautiful boxes stored under

the best of conditions since last spring.

All we have to do is remove that purple ribbon

that says 'Mother,' we're in business.

We can sell them at $4 a box

and make a profit of almost $2 on each one.

But 20,000 boxes...

- That means each kid's gotta sell 50 boxes.

- Fifty.

Usually it's 25, and the price is $2.

I know, Archie,

but Trinity is special, isn't it?

Aren't we capable of what others aren't?

Archie, Trinity is struggling these days.

Costs are going up and we have only

so many sources of income.

I mean, there are no rich men's sons here.

Take yourself.

Your father operates an insurance agency.

I mean, he makes a good

salary, but he's hardly wealthy, is he?

What I'm... No, what I'm saying is

that the parents can't afford

any more tuition increases.

We have to find revenue wherever possible.

Even a chocolate sale can be vital to us.

Another thing, you know,

we've kept this quiet, but the Head is ill.

Perhaps seriously.

He's entering the hospital tomorrow.

That's rough.

Which means the school will be in my charge.

It will be my responsibility.

I need your help, Archie.

How about a bonus?

You always give the boys a bonus.

As usual, a day off from school

when every chocolate has been sold.

What, no trip?

Last year, we got to go to New York.

I'll think of something.

Can I count on you?

But what can I do? I'm just one guy.

You have influence, Archie.

Influence.

I'm not a class officer.

I'm not a member of the student council.

I didn't even make the honor roll.

You know what I mean.

I know what you mean.

You'll help, then?

I'll ask them.

The Vigils will help.

I'm sorry, I have no idea

what you're talking about.

Your name is Roland Goubert?

Yes.

They call you The Goober?

Yeah.

'Yes,' what?

Yes, sir.

Know why you're here, Goober?

Yes, sir.

Well, if you know,

then tell me why you're here.

Tell me why you're here!

For an assignment.

Now, you realize that there's nothing

personal in the assignments,

that it is tradition here at Trinity,

and that you must pledge silence?

Yes, sir.

Goober?

Yes, sir?

Know what a screwdriver is?

Yes, sir.

Can you get one?

- Yes, sir. My father, he has one.

- Fine.

You know what they use

screwdrivers for, Goober?

Yes, sir.

What?

You know, to screw things.

- I mean, to put screws into things.

- Right.

Now, do you know where

Brother Eugene's homeroom is located?

Yeah, it's Room 19, on the second floor.

Very good.

Next Thursday,

you'll make arrangements to be free.

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