The Monster Squad Page #6

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DEACON:

.. he should have the right to do

so. It's America.

D'Juan and Chud are transfixed on the DVD. Liam couldn't look

more indifferent.

CHUD:

I'll trade you.

D'JUAN

I'll buy that off you, right here.

CHUD:

Oh, what happened to all the sh*t

you were talking two minutes ago?

D'JUAN

That was PERSONAL, kid. This is

business. How much you want for it?

DEACON:

This one's got sentimental value...

so it's not for sale. The hundred

or so other ones that my old man

has, however, are.

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CHUD:

I need it more than HE does. I

can't even bring up WIKIPEDIA on my

computer at home...

D'JUAN

Oh, you got it rough. You're from

the STREETS.

DEACON:

Gents, gents. I assure you, there's

enough smut to go around.. if you'd

like to confer after school, then

I'd be happy to deliver.

D'JUAN

What, at my HOUSE? My pop would

throw you from the porch to the

curb without asking if you were

homeless. No.

CHUD:

Same. Not... a good idea.

DEACON:

No harm, no foul. (to Liam) What

about you, Cross?

LIAM:

I don't want to buy any of your

porn.

DEACON:

No, no. Your place. Five minutes,

we're in and out.

LIAM:

That's not happening.

DEACON:

Five dollars.

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LIAM:

No.

D'JUAN

I got five on it, too. Come on.

LIAM:

I said NO.

.

D'JUAN

Liam. Consider this...

Chud leans over, taking the DVD from Deacon; he holds it up,

illustratively.

D'JUAN

... part of our education.

Liam shoves the DVD away, as the classroom door opens. It's

Mr. Combs:
in his hands is a coffee mug, along with a small

CADDY containing four cups of watery orange juice.

MR. COMBS

Alright, I know I shouldn't be

doing this, but I brought juice...

He looks up, catching the boys in mid-gawk. The porno. Chud's

DVD. Awkward silence, as Liam resumes his slouching.

MR. COMBS

Alright. Is everybody's parental

contact information up to date?

CUT TO:

INT. SEATONVILLE HIGHSCHOOL CAFETERIA

A gooey splat of macaroni is ladled onto a lunch tray, as

Liam stands in line with the lunchtime rush. He pays for his

meal and starts towards a table; CHUD intercepts him in mid-

stride.

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CHUD:

Can you believe those guys?

Liam tries to alter course. It's no use. Chud follows, toting

his own tray.

CHUD:

I don't know about you, but if

Combs does call our parents… I'm

blaming everything on that Means

kid. He's a mess in a mop bucket.

Scotty Tyer says he saw him

shooting at cars from an overpass

last spring.

Liam takes a seat, silent. Chud squeezes in next to him.

CHUD:

You want to see something?

LIAM:

No.

Undeterred, Chud unfolds a piece of paper from his pocket and

smoothes it out on the table. It's a crude, gruesome picture

of a mer-monster decapitating a victim; its red hair and

shoes are clearly those of MRS. GILMAN.

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