My Bodyguard Page #3

So you'll know this

is no private academy.

Now, you go to a school

like this you need a bodyguard.

You know, we got Ricky Linderman

in our Homeroom?

You know about Linderman?

He's a psychopath.

He just went berserk.

Wasted some kid.

- Shot him in the head.

- [Banging Noise]

- Blew his brain out.

- Why'd he do that?

Probably he was

a pain in the ass.

Guys like Linderman

lose control after a while.

Yah!

Like that, you know?

That's when you come to us.

We're bodyguards. Interested?

- I don't know.

- For you, it's cheap, uh...

- Buck a day.

- Buck a day?

Yeah, buck a day.

We give everyone the same deal.

You can work it out day to day,

or week to week.

Any way you want

to work it out, man.

Where am I gonna get

a dollar a day?

Lunch money. You don't

wanna eat that crap, anyway.

50 cents for Godzilla feed.

It's a rip-off.

Sixty, if you want two milks.

So, for that same 60 cents...

we're talking two milks...

you got us almost paid for.

Now all you got to do is...

scrape up another 40.

I'm not gonna give you my lunch money.

I have to eat.

Got to eat, huh?

Come here.

Come here.

Tell you what,

eat this.

Suddenly he changes his mind, eh?

Downstairs!

## [Piano]

- Cut him off!

- Got you now, Peachy.

Get him!

Come on!

[All Shouting]

Come on, hit it!

Where you going, Peachy?

Go!

- Bye, Peachy!

- Good-bye, Peachy!

What's going on?

Who were those guys?

Just some kids

who want to kill me.

I'd like to speak

to Mr. Dobbs, please.

Mm-hmm.

Chief of operations, yes.

This is Mr. Griffith,

assistant manager of

the Ambassador East.

He'll want to speak to me

once he knows what it's about.

Tell him it's quite important.

Yes, I'll wait.

Not near the fire!

Watch the ribs over there!

Don't burn the ribs!

Medium rare on the steak,

medium rare.

Okay!

Put some butter!

[Chattering, Indistinct]

- [French]

- Yes.

Yeah.

- Bon appetit.

- Thanks.

Ciro.

Ciro...

I thought you'd

like to know...

my soup was cold.

How cold was it?

Very funny.

[Granma]

Very neat. Very neat.

He's a...

Oh, wait a minute.

Have you any ideas who'll come in

good in the fourth tomorrow?

I don't know.

Lucky Lew, I guess.

Handicapping is a science.

- Not guesswork. How about Cousin Ed?

- Yeah.

I've got an idea.

Why don't we

pack our things and leave?

- Have a mint.

- Mother.

Where were you

today at 5:
00?

At 5:
00, let me see,

I had a little drink.

The guy you tried

to lure into the bar

is a television evangelist.

- No wonder he looked so sour.

- You think he was sour?

You should've seen Griffith's face

when he heard about it.

Mother we cannot have this kind

of thing going on... Oh, wow!

This isn't the one

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