My Bodyguard

Synopsis: Clifford Peache is the new kid in Lake View High School. Faced with all the stress that role entails he makes his situation worse by insulting Moody, the leader of a group of toughs who extort lunch money from kids. These punks pretend to be bodyguards for the kids to protect them from Linderman who, it is rumored, killed his brother in cold blood. Clifford befriends the sullen Linderman and hires him as his bodyguard. When Moody ups the ante, Linderman must decide whether fighting for what he believes in, with his haunted past and image, is justified.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Family
Director(s): Tony Bill
Production: 20th Century Fox Film Corporation
  1 win & 2 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
102 min

Hang on a second.

Ah, the Compleat Angler.

Big day tomorrow.


Hey, Cliffie, how you doing?

- Gettin' ready for school tomorrow?

- Yeah.

Listen, good luck.

I told him, "Hector,

"TV is a narcotic.

"It drains away your manhood

if you watch it all the time."

It's a drug.


A drug.

There he is, a young fellow,

only 67 years old,

already his eyes are

turning into headlights.

It got to where...

I practically had

to drag him to bed.

Well, that's

what busted us up.

Oh, hey...

these are the Dumpys

from Cincinnati.


He makes those

cute "get well" cards.

She writes the verses.

You got any X-rated cards?

Not as yet, Mrs. Peache.


Say, that looks delicious.

Why don't you

squeeze a little shot

of lemon in there...

a little zing to it.

Live a little, huh?

Now, where...

Oh, yeah.

Everything is under control.

Hi, Dad.

She has no access

to the room keys.

I can't do that.

She's my mother.

It was nothing more than

a misunderstanding.


Griffith is not the manager

of this hotel.

I am. Trust me, okay?

405's done.

I'll finish 406 tomorrow.

Tomorrow? When?

After lunch.

That's too late.

You want miracles?

Hold on.

Marty, wait.

- She's not in the pump room.

- Oh, God.

I can't be everywhere.

I'm on my break.

- She's in the bar.

- Alone?

I'm outta here.

I got a union meeting.

I'll call you back, okay?


Where is he?

As usual, we're operating

like a well-oiled machine.

Have time for dinner?

Come on.

Yes, Griffith.

Mr. Peache,

things are going badly.

The fourth floor is a disaster.

Mrs. Dunphy...

alleges that her husband was

propositioned by an elderly lady.

And we know who that was.

Senator Byrum has had

his suite double-booked.

Okay, I'll take care of

Mrs. Dunphy and the senator,

and you take care

of the fourth floor.

You, young man,

still have to eat.

I'll try and join you.


Hello. Hello, miss.

Have you seen a...

You wouldn't be Mrs. Dunphy?

For crying out loud, you were

described so differently.

This is your father?



I'm sorry.

Did I scare you?

No. I saw you.

You did not, you little liar.

Nobody suspects a bat attack.

I saw it coming a mile off.

No, no.

Don't you strike a woman.

Men think women want that.

They're wrong.

Leave her before you strike her.

Put that pillow down.

That's it.


Stop it.

All right, I quit.

Oh, you dirty rotten kid.

You never take my advice.

Look what I got you.

A brand-new notebook,

a pack of paper,

and, uh... pens

and pencils and an eraser.

I always loved

opening day of school.

I loved going in

the stationery stores.

They smell so terrific.

Lumberyards, too.

And bookstores.

Yeah. Nothing smells

better than a new book.





How did you know

I was back there?

A little heavy

on theJungle Gardenia.

Ooh, that smell lured

1,000 men into my clutches.

Your clutches...

is precisely the subject

of tonight's sermon.

We've talked

about it many times.

I like the

"Thou shalt nots."

I don't own this hotel.

I manage it.

Where would it

be without you?

With a new manager.

Griffith watches me

like a vulture.

That greasy wimp.

He says you tried to pick up

some guy from Cincinnati.

A married man, Mom.

We were talking.

We had a few drinks.

It was perfectly innocent.

His wife was there all the time.


Where do you

suggest we go

when they kick us out

of this hotel?

Well, the old actors home.

I'd be a resident.

You'd be a manager.

Cliff'd be a busboy.

I'll just retire.

You're going to school

and acting like a student.

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Alan Ormsby

Alan Ormsby (born December 14, 1943) is an American director, screenwriter, make up artist, actor and author. more…

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