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Max's eyes are glued to the glass. He cracks open the door

an inch to listen to her voice.

MISS CROSS:

I have seen wicked men and fools, a great many of both; and

I believe they both get paid in the end.

(darkly:
)

But the fools first.

She looks up mysteriously. She turns the page and continues:

MISS CROSS:

Chapter fifteen. The Lad with the Silver Button.

INT. BLUME INTERNATIONAL CONCRETE. DAY

Mr. Blume has a gigantic office with paintings of battle

scenes and Viking ships, a coat of armor and a statue of a

discus thrower. The concrete plant is outside the window.

A portrait of the Blume family hangs on the wall behind Mr.

Blume's desk. His wife and twin sons are all fair-skinned

redheads. Mr. Blume is dark and sullen. He is smoking a

cigarette in the painting.

Mr. Blume sits at his desk with a silver military issue. 45

automatic disassembled in front of him. He is cleaning it

and drinking a Bloody Mary. His SECRETARY buzzes him on the

speakerphone. Mr. Blume pushes a button on it.

MR. BLUME

Yeah?

SECRETARY:

Mrs. Blume wants you to pick up the twins from school at --

MR. BLUME

Tell them to take the f***ing bus.

SECRETARY:

OK.

INT. CAR. DAY

Max is sitting in a parked Jaguar with Dirk's mother, MRS.

CALLOWAY. She is beautiful. She is dressed in tennis clothes

and wears a terrycloth visor.

Max is wearing a fluorescent orange crossing guard's belt

with a badge at the shoulder that says Patrol Chief. He

hands Mrs. Calloway his phone number.

MRS. CALLOWAY

Thank you, Max. I told Mr. Calloway the other day how

fortunate we are to have someone like you looking out for

Dirk.

MAX:

My pleasure. I'm just trying to impart some of the

experiences I've accrued to help Dirk. There he is now. Nice

talking with you, Mrs. Calloway.

They shake hands. Max gets out of the car and puts his hand

on Dirk's shoulder.

MAX:

How'd the math test go?

DIRK:

What math test?

MAX:

I thought you had a math test today.

DIRK:

No. Did you turn in your paper on the Berlin Airlift ?

MAX:

Yeah, I got an extension.

Dirk gets in the car and drives off. A seventh grader named

BOBBY goes over to Max.

BOBBY:

How'd it go?

MAX:

I shook hands with her.

BOBBY:

Big deal.

MAX:

And I gave her my phone number.

BOBBY:

Buchan said he'd have already banged her by now.

MAX:

He said that?

Max looks across he yard at MAGNUS BUCHAN, the burly foreign

exchange student from Scotland. He is seventeen. He has a

straw in his mouth and he shoots a little blowdart at a

little kid's neck.

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