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? What would you do if I sang out of tune? ?

? Would you stand up and walk out on me? ?

? Lend me your ears, and I'll sing you a song ?

? I will try not to sing out of key, yeah ?

? Oh, baby, I get by ? ? By with a little help from my friends ?

? All I need is my buddies ?

? High with a little help from my friends ?

? I'm sayin' I'm gonna get higher ? -? Try with a little help from my friends ?

- ? Whoa-oa-oa-oa, yeah ? - ? Ooh, ooh, ooh ?

[ Cream's "Born Under a Bad Sign" plays ]

? Born under a bad sign ?

? I've been down since I began to crawl ?

? If it wasn't for bad luck ?

? I wouldn't have no luck at all ?

Beat it, squirt.

But that's my locker.

Not anymore.

Eddie Panetta.

The scourge of RFK junior high.

He gave new meaning to the word "mean."

Not that Eddie had any particular reason

For being rude, insensitive, and sadistic.

It was just kinda who he was... a bully.

? I've been down since I began to crawl ?

Eddie was a force of nature...

Like tornadoes or flash electrical fires.

Or fate.

That was it... fate.

Maybe I knew even before it happened

That I had an appointment with destiny.

But destiny has many faces.

Hey, wake up, huh?

Sorry.

I was more in love with Winnie than ever.

And I knew she was feeling something, too.

Boy, she really hates you.

She doesn't hate me. She's just mad.

No. She told Carla she hates you.

She really said that?

She said she never wanted to see your face again.

Hey, I'm just being honest.

I better go talk to her.

I'm telling you, she hates you.

Yeah. You said that.

Okay, so Winnie and I had had a misunderstanding.

Maybe I acted badly.

But wishing she'd never seen my face?

I don't think so.

Beat it.

Huh?

You heard me.

Make like the wind.

Whoa.

Only one thing to do... turn on the innocence.

Winnie, why are you so mad at me?

Okay, okay. Don't worry.

Just keep up that sheepish "what did I do?" look,

And her heart will melt like so much wet Jell-O.

Don't try to fool me, Kevin.

You've changed.

You talk behind people's backs.

You're just not a nice person.

Now, leave me alone.

Wait a minute... not a nice person?

Not a nice person?

I am too a nice person!

Ha!

Ha? Ha?!

The root causes of war.

Who can name a few?

Bombs?

"Not a nice person."

That phrase rang in my head like a gong.

How could she say that?

More important, how could I convince her she was wrong?

Kevin.

The root causes of war. Name one.

I think a... a... a root cause of war is, uh...

Misunderstanding!

You know, war starts when people don't understand each other.

Or... or when they hear f-false information.

Or... or something like that.

You're referring to, say, different cultures?

Sure.

Hey, I was cookin' here.

I was sounding philosophical, smart... Nice.

Elaborate, please.

Well, say there's this culture that's good.

And there's this second culture that's also good.

But then this third culture comes along

And tells the first culture

That the second culture said something bad about them,

When they didn't really mean it.

And then, when the second culture tries to apologize,

The first culture won't even listen to 'em.

And pretty soon,

Everything gets misunderstood and out of control!

And it's not fair because...

Mr. Arnold.

[ laughter ]

I was in a bad mood.

I'd been laughed at, mocked.

My self-image was getting tarnished.

And that's where Eddie Panetta stepped in... like fate.

[ bangs ]

Hey.

That's Winnie's locker.

True, it was Winnie's locker.

However, you'd have to be a moron

To point that out to Eddie.

Right?

Hey! Panetta!

That's not your locker!

No kidding.

Hey!

I said that's not your locker.

So?

So so you... Shouldn't go in it, then.

That's all.

- I shouldn't, huh? - [ Chuckles ]

Uh... No.

So in other words, you have a problem with this?

Well, uh...

Now, at this point, all I had to do was say,

"nice talkin', Eddie" and split.

No harm done. Right?

Yeah, I got a problem.

I give up.

Sure do.

You know what your problem is? Me.

Well, no turning back now.

Time to test the old theory...

Stand up to a bully, and he'll back down.

I'm not afraid of you.

Yes, you are.

[ laughter ]

Eddie.

I never thought I'd be happy to see Mr. Diperna.

What's going on here?

Nothin'.

Uh, we... we were just talking.

Just talking?

Okay, things were under control now.

If he'd just leave well enough alone...

Panetta...

I'm getting pretty damn sick and tired of you.

[ Groans ]

Maybe you should apologize.

Huh?

What was he doing?!

Apologize to Arnold.

Uh, r-really.

T-t-that... that's not necessary, because...

Apologize, Eddie. Say you're sorry.

I'm sorry, Arnold.

I could feel his eyes, like hot coals.

Doesn't that feel better, Eddie?

All right, everybody, back to business.

I'll be keeping an eye on you.

Both of you.

Then it was over.

It happened so fast, I hardly had time to think about why.

All I knew was, Eddie was definitely not feeling better.

[ sighs ]

Are you crazy? Eddie Panetta is a killer.

He removes tonsils with his bare hands.

He does eye surgery.

I know.

So why'd you do it?

I didn't do it. It... it just happened.

And that was true, kinda.

Well, there's only one thing for you to do.

You got to give him money.

What?!

Hey, I heard that works. I'll even pitch in.

Paul, I'm not gonna do that.

Well, you don't think he's just gonna forget about it, do you?

Paul was making sense.

Maybe I had acted a little hastily.

But wait a minute. What was this?

All over the room, kids were looking in my direction.

Even Winnie.

So she'd heard about the great defense of the locker.

[ whispers ]

Kevin.

Hi, Carla!

Hi.

Is it true?

About what?

About Eddie.

Well, yeah.

Oh, god.

Yep, the news was spreading.

And the ice was definitely melting.

Maybe I'd just take a little stroll over there and...

- Kevin. - What?

- [ Gasps ] - Look who's here.

Guess who.

It's Eddie.

Panetta.

Thanks.

The door was open, so I thought I'd pay you a little visit.

You know, I've been thinking about you, Arnold.

Really?

Thinking I'm gonna remove your tonsils with my bare hands.

- Yeah, I was just telling him that. - Shut up.

You're scared, aren't you?

Scared? Me? Nah!

Uh...

Even though my feet were sweating

And my cheek was starting to twitch.

Uh...

Everybody was watching.

I had to do something. So I did.

- Oh, man. - Oh, man.

Uh...

S-sorry?

Panetta?

Aren't you in the wrong room?

Later, Arnold. When Diperna's not around.

You're gonna be... Glue.

Nice. Nice image.

I can't believe you did that!

Neither could I. But I had.

So maybe there was a reason,

Some kind of message in it all.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Paul, what's he doing with her?

We don't know, we don't care.

But, Paul, the guy's putting his hands all over her!

Even worse, she seemed to like it!

This didn't make sense... unless...

Carla, what's going on with them?

You mean Winnie and Eddie?

"Winnie and Eddie."

The sound of it made my heart sink.

They've been going out since last week.

Didn't you know that?

But why?

I don't know. Because she likes him.

And suddenly I heard the tumblers clicking into place.

[ laughs ]

Holy cow.

Suddenly, I understood everything.

The reason, the message fate had sent me

Loud as a brass band.

The message that said...

Face it.

You're doomed.

I don't want to talk to you!

[ Doorbell ringing ]

You have to talk to me.

Give me one good reason.

Eddie Panetta.

What about him?

Winnie, he's a... A-a-a goon!

A maniac!

No, he's not. He's a nice person.

Ouch.

He's just misunderstood.

Look, Winnie, this guy could really hurt you.

You mean you. That's what you're worried about.

All right, then... me and you. Both of us.

Well, you started it. Eddie told me.

Now, that was a picture.

I could see the tears

Running down his cute little pockmarked cheeks.

And besides, he's not gonna hurt anybody.

But I don't get it. I mean, what do you see in him?

Well, he's honest.

And at least he doesn't talk about people behind their backs.

And I really don't think this is any of your business anymore.

Goodbye, Kevin.

Well, I was on my own now.

And who knew? Maybe Winnie was right.

Maybe Eddie really was misunderstood.

Nope!

I understood him just fine.

Where you been, Arnold?

I haven't seen you around the last couple days.

Uh... W-well, I've been kind of busy.

Haven't I, Paul?

Ii can vouch for that personally.

Ow!

You know, it seems like you've been avoiding me.

Is that so?

That was totally untrue.

I'd simply found a new route to school.

And a new locker.

In a broom closet on the second floor.

Look, uh, could we talk?

About what?

I think he wants to give you money.

Right, Kev?

Ow!

Um, well, I-I've been kind of in a bad mood,

And, um, I-i was wondering

If we could forget about the whole thing.

Well, this was encouraging.

An appeal to reason, and Eddie was responding.

You want to forget about it, huh?

Uh, yeah.

If... if it's okay with you.

And for just a moment,

A look of respect crossed Eddie's face.

Mutual respect.

Hey!

I'd never been hit before... I mean really, really hit.

And you know what?

It hurt. Really, really, hurt.

Eddie Panetta never forgets.

Think about it, Arnold.

You know something?

Winnie Cooper was right. He really is a jerk.

[ Groans softly ]

[ Door opens ]

Hey, Kevin, are you okay? [ door closes ]

Yeah.

But I wasn't.

And not just because of the punch.

Had Winnie really said that?

Aw, heck.

Hey, come on. It's not so bad.

Look on the bright side.

I think maybe you hurt his fist.

Honey, you're not eating.

I'm not hungry.

Even if I had been,

No way I was gonna take on an ear of corn

With a busted jaw.

But you love corn on the cob.

I'll take it.

Thank god so far no one had even noticed my souvenir.

With a little luck...

Uh, Kevin...

What's that on your face?

Oh, um, it... it... it's nothing.

Looks like a huge hickey.

It's not.

Kevin, what is that?

Yeah, what the hell is that?

[ Sighs ]

It it's nothing. Really.

Eddie... heh-heh... Panetta.

- Who's Eddie Panetta? - Wayne.

Well, he's this guy in the eighth grade

Who rips out kids' tonsils with his bare hands.

Wayne!

Kevin picked a fight with him.

I did not!

That's what I heard.

Kevin, he hit you?

Look, mom, I-it's no big deal.

He hit you?

Kids today. They're animals.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I want to know what's going on here.

I want to know now.

Dad meant business.

And the truth is,

At that moment, I really needed him.

Well...

Go on, tell him.

Tell him you're in over your head.

Well, s-see there's this kid.

That's it... there's this kid who's twice your size,

And you're afraid.

And there was this fight.

And there's gonna be more of 'em

Unless somebody does something to stop it.

Go on, tell him.

And... That's all.

I-it's over.

It's over?

Well...

Yeah.

I guess I was hoping he'd see through me,

See I was lying through my teeth,

See a scared little kid who didn't have a...

Well, then...

If it's over, it's over.

Yeah.

That's what I said.

? What you want ?

The next few days were about as fun-filled as they come.

- ? what you need ? - ? Ooh ?

- ? You know I got it ? - ? Ooh ?

- ? All I'm asking ? - ? Ooh ?

? Is for a little respect when you come home ?

- ? Just a little bit ? - ? Hey, baby ?

? Just a little bit ?

You had to hand it to old Eddie.

He really had a sense of humor.

? I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone ?

? Ain't gonna do you wrong ? ? Ooh ?

- ? 'Cause I don't want to ? - ? Ooh ?

- ? All I'm asking ? - ? Ooh ?

? Is for a little respect when you come home ?

- ? Just a little bit ? - ? Baby ?

The worst thing was, I was beginning to accept it.

? Just a little bit ?

? Res-p-e-c-t ?

? Find out what it means to me ?

? R-e-s-p-e-c-t ?

? Take care... tcb ?

I didn't like myself much.

? Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me ?

? Whoa, yeah ?

Well, you got to do something.

Maybe you can learn jujitsu. My uncle knows jujitsu.

Oh, great. Then let your uncle fight Eddie.

I was just trying to help.

I know.

Hey, listen.

For what it's worth, I'm with you all the way.

Good old Paul. A friend in need.

It's just that I only have this one pair of glasses and...

I understood. This wasn't Paul's problem.

Besides, I was getting used to the idea

Of life without tonsils, without pride.

Without Winnie.

Stop that! [ Laughter ]

Eddie!

And then...

- Cut it out. - ...Fate took one final turn.

Stop it!

Cut it out, Eddie! Knock it off!

Come on, you like it!

I don't like it!

I didn't like it much either.

Even though it was really none of my business anymore.

Come on, let's go. She's okay now.

But on the other hand...

Hey!

What did I have to lose?

Hey, look who's here.

It's the twerp! - [ Laughs ]

Except parts of my body.

What's the matter, Arnold?

You need another delivery of jockstraps?

[ laughter ]

Okay, very funny, Panetta.

Eddie didn't know it, but I'd formed a plan.

Look...

Eddie and I were gonna have

A little talk about fairness.

About right behavior.

About chivalry.

- [ laughs ] - Hey! Come on!

But then...

Something inside me...

Snapped. - [ laughs ]

From deep inside, I felt... Rage.

Not just for me, but for every kid

Who'd ever been picked on, humiliated, bullied.

For every kid who'd gone home ashamed.

I put every shred of dignity and self-respect I had

Into that punch.

[ laughter ]

Unfortunately, my aim was bad.

Even more unfortunately, Eddie's wasn't.

[ groans ]

Those next 10 minutes were kind of a blur.

[ groans ]

Still, as Eddie worked out

His deep-seated feelings of inadequacy,

I began to realize something.

Sooner or later, this would be over...

- Hit him, Eddie! - ...And I would survive.

Stop it! Leave him alone!

[ Young man laughs ]

You're pathetic, you know that?

Maybe. But I was a nice guy.

Let's go.

Can you move?

[ Sighs ] yes.

[ Groans ]

Kevin. Are you all right?

Does it matter?

You're all such jerks.

So I guess Winnie finally forgave me.

So... Are you guys gonna help me up?

You know, I think I'm gonna need a little help getting home.

Did you really tell Eddie I was a jerk?

Maybe. But I was mad.

Well, so, now we're even.

I mean, uh, I-i did something wrong and stupid,

And now you did something wrong and stupid back.

Right?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, Rome wasn't built in a day.

It's fate, Winnie.

Huh?

Never mind.

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