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(♪ CHEAP TRICK: "Speak Now")

OK, everybody, it's six
o'clock. Let's close it up.

Come on, you guys. That's it for the day.

You can play tomorrow, OK?

- Last shot, Claude.
- Come on!

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Bobby!

- Come on.
- Just taking a beer break, man,

- working up an appetite for dinner.
- Yeah. Put the records away, Johnny.

- Well, I don't run a Happy Hour here.
- Hey, I paid a buck for that!

- I wonder how far you got.
- Yeah, well...

So what happened?

- Anyways, his mom walks in.
- You were still loaded?

Oh, yeah, we were
stoned out of our minds.

Anyways, his mom walks in,

and she's giving me
the evil eye, you know,

and I realize my shirt's
unbuttoned down to here.

- Down to where?
- Sex pervert!

I just wanted a little closer look.

He does that so people
won't know he's queer.

Yeah, believe it.

Hey, Carl, I'm pretty sure my brother can
get us some tickets to that Kiss concert.

- Really? Where?
- Middleton, man.

- Kiss?
- Come on.

Eat it, man! Kiss...

Simmons, man. I like to
see him barf up that blood.

You think that stuff is real, man?

No, but it ain't costing
me nothing, anyway.

- My brother's paying for the tickets.
- I'll see you.

- Check you later.
- See you later.

Hey, I think Alan has a crush on Lisa.

Is that why she's so flat?

Every chick in there is flat.

Hey, what about that chick Shelly, man?

- Aw, she's sleazy-looking.
- Gee, whatever you say.

Hey, there goes Cory.

(Car radio, indistinct)

Now, that is what I call a fox.

Eh, she's too stuck-up.

She thinks she's so bad.

Why doesn't she ever
hang around the rec, huh?

Maybe she has better things to do, OK?

Like get stoned 24 hours a day.

Now that sounds good to me.

I heard she ran off with
a rock group last year.

Oh, yeah. I heard she was
going with one of those guys.

What? I heard she was
going with all them guys.

How do you know, man?
You never even talk to the girl.

She's too stoned to talk to,
man. You can't talk to that girl.

Hey, I'll see you guys later.

Stuffed peppers tonight.

We don't want to miss
that, do we, Johnny?

(♪ CHEAP TRICK: "Hello There")

♪ Hello there, ladies and gentlemen

♪ Hello there, ladies and gents

♪ Are you ready to rock?

♪ Are you ready to rock?

♪ Hello there, ladies and gentlemen

♪ Hello there, ladies and gents

♪ Are you ready to rock?

♪ Are you ready to rock?

♪ Would you like to do a number with me?

♪ Would you like to do a number with me?

♪ Would you like to...

♪ Would you like to...

♪ Would you like to do a number with me?

♪ Would you like to...

♪ Would you like to...

♪ Would you like to
do a number with me? ♪

Did I ever tell you about the time

- I broke into a bike shop?
- About ten times.

Yeah, they told my mother to sign
this thing saying I was incorrectable.

Incorrigible.

- That's right.
- (Hollering)

Cops! Cops! You better get in the bushes!

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- (Siren wailing)

What are we doing here, man?

Aw, hell, it's Doberman.

(Dispatcher) '39-9th to the station.'

Anytime you two get
through making out in there,

I'd like to talk to you.

Go ahead.

You two got any special
reason to be hiding there?

Yeah. We heard you were horny, man.

I lost a contact lens in there.

Oh. Come here. Let me see.

- You don't wear contacts.
- I lost both of them.

- Yeah, man.
- Alright, let's go.

(Police radio, indistinct)

Assume the position.
Get your hands up there.

What the hell you looking at?

Spread them out.

(Dispatcher) 'Special unit 425.4-2-5.'

Uh-huh.

- How big is this blade, White?
- Three inches.

Almost as big as your dick.

(Chuckles)

Watch your mouth, kid.

You know if this blade was
any longer, you'd do time?

If it was any smaller,
you wouldn't have found it.

Alright, let's go.

Told you he was horny.

- Get in the car. Let's go.
- We didn't do nothing, man.

Get off of me.

(Dispatcher) '2-8-13, 29-9th.'

- Jerry, what's the good word?
- Would you believe "Houston"?

- They're coming?
- Day after tomorrow, Freddy.

- Mr. Sloan himself.
- Oh, that's great.

Jesus, it's hot in here.

Well, let's step outside. The
damn air conditioning's broken.

Jerry, you don't suppose I can sell
you a new Cadillac, just to celebrate?

- Oh, no, no way, Freddy.
- How about a...

No, they're gonna have to
bury me in that old heap of mine.

Oh, boy, I wish I had ten of these.

You sure take care of
that car, Jerry, I'll tell ya.

You two got enough cards
on you to play solitaire.

"Breaking and entering" - that's pretty.

I didn't take nothing, and you know it.

Lighten up, Richie.

If I want to know anything on you,
all I got to do is look in the record.

Yeah. If you can't find it,
you can always make it up.

Where'd you get that belt buckle?

- A friend gave it to me.
- What is it?

- It's a leaf.
- What kind?

Poison ivy... I guess.

Your record's not that bad, Carl.

I'd like to see you keep it that way.

- Claude Zachary.
- Who's that?

The one who gave it to me.
He gave me the belt buckle.

- About those two boys you saw running...
- Do we look like cops?

You look like jerks. Shut up.

(Doberman) How about it, Carl?

Well, I only saw one of them.

Um, he was carrying a gun, a BB gun.

Uh, the one that knocked me
down. I don't know his name.

- Call his father.
- I think I saw him once at Sweetwater.

Right. Uh-huh.

I'll be with you in a
minute. I got some business.

Yes. What did he do?

A switchblade?

I'll be right down.

No, Officer. Thank you.

Right. Bye-bye.

(Mutters) A switchblade!

That's all we need.

(Man) Want to go for
a ride in it sometime?

Fred, everything alright?

Oh, just some things
about parking tickets.

You know, I've told my
wife a thousand times -

putting them in the glove compartment's
not the same thing as paying them, right?

Sandy, will you please close
up? I'll see you later, Jerry.

Well, how about it, kid?

You know, you could really use a break.

Why don't you give me a name?

You guys got a lot of laws, right?

Well, let me tell you something.

I only got one law.

A kid who tells on another kid...

is a dead kid.

- Well, that's a good rule, kid.
- That's right.

- It will serve you well in jail someday.
- You're damn straight.

Richie, I'm writing you up for
illegal weapons concealment.

You do that, wimp.

- Come on, tough guy. Let's go.
- Get your hands off me, you pinhead.

(Doberman) I don't know about you, Carl.

You live in a good place.

Your dad's got a good
business with the Caddies there.

You're getting to be more of a
punk every day, you know that?

Let me ask you something - you got some

driving need to louse
things up for yourself?

I got a driving need
to be left alone, OK?

Maybe you could use a
weekend up on the Hill.

You know, away from your friends.

You're almost 15, right?

The fun will only last
for another year, kid.

When you're 16, you
start playing for real.

Well, did they at least
read you your rights?

What rights? You kidding me?

I'd like to see them go after
some real criminals sometime.

Yeah, me too.

So, what was it?

Nothing.

Nothing, Ma.

Come on, honey. They told
me something about a knife.

Oh, you must mean
the nail file. Oh, yeah.

(Laughing)

We didn't do anything. God.

Except that your friend had
a switchblade knife on him.

It was only a pocket knife.

Carl, if Sergeant
Doberman hadn't found it,

we wouldn't be having
this discussion right now.

Maybe.

Look, no one's blaming you,

but you got to understand that Richie
White is nothing but trouble, period.

I heard he had to leave
the last town he lived in.

Yeah, and living here is his punishment.

Carl, I'm sick and tired of you
complaining about New Granada.

Now, let's just cool it.

I don't want to make your mother
any more upset than she is, huh?

(Dog barking)

- Did you get arrested?
- Yeah.

Wow!

Hey, Mom, Richie got arrested.

Yeah, I know.

(Richie) I busted
their skulls, those pigs.

Oh, Carl. Hi.

What's the matter?

(Dad) Nothing.

(Mom) Come on, what's
wrong? You're home early.

(Dad) Honey, I just came
from the police station.

Carl was with that kid, Richie White.

Richie had a knife on
him. They got arrested.

I had to go down to the
station and rescue him.

- (Mom) Honey, you should've called me.
- (Dad) Honey, I was there at the agency.

Jerry Cole was standing right next to me.

I had to make up some excuse about parking
tickets you're supposed to have, OK?

You weren't too hard
on Carl, were you, dear?

(Clears throat)

I broke both his legs. Didn't
you see him crawl up the steps?

Oh, come on.

(♪ CHEAP TRICK: "Surrender")

♪ You'll never know what you'll get

♪ Just the other day

♪ I heard of soldiers falling off

♪ Some Indonesian junk that's going round

♪ Mommy's alright ♪ Daddy's alright

♪ They just seem a little weird

♪ Surrender ♪ Surrender

♪ But don't give yourself away ♪ Away

♪ Away... ♪

Same old dumb thing - they
wanted Perry and this other chump,

and they thought it was us.

We should've stayed on the sidewalk, man.

Doberman would've grabbed us anyway.

Man, this town's one big bust.

You could get sent to the Hill
for just walking down the street.

Won't send me to the Hill
no more. I'm an outlaw, Jack.

Them cops want to deal with
me, they'd best do it on the street.

Hey, man, you ready for this test?

I'm better than ready, man. I
just did some speed at breakfast.

Alright.

OK, you guys.

Now, instead of the identification
test I told you all about,

I'm going to do something different.

I'm going to put one slide
on the screen of one painting.

I want you all to write a short essay
about it and tell me what you see.

OK, cool it.

Marcy?

- Marcy?
- (Girls chattering)

Marcy!

Marcy?

- Marcy!
- (Giggling)

If I can interrupt you
and Lisa for a moment

and have you turn the lights off, please.

(Laughter)

Uh-oh.

What?

That stuff I took.

It was supposed to be
speed, but I think it was acid.

I'm flashing.

Really?

God.

Good morning.

I want to talk to you all this morning

about a shocking incident
which occurred yesterday

when some students, who might
possibly even go to this school,

caused a major traffic
accident on the freeway.

Because of this, the school board
has decided on the following steps

to stop this kind of thing
from going any further.

Smoking on or near school grounds
will result in immediate suspension.

Mr. White, you're late.

Why are you late, Richard?

Um, I had to take a piss.

What?

- I mean, I had to urinate.
- (Laughing)

(Principal) Sit down.

Now, there will be a 9:30
curfew starting tonight,

and it will be strictly enforced
by the police department.

I hope that's clear.

We have a film that we
would like you to see,

and then Mr. Cole,

who is president of the
Homeowners' Association,

has a few announcements.

(Narrator) 'Vandalism is one of
our country's biggest problems today.

'Estimates for destruction
to school facilities alone

'is over $100 million per year.

'And counting all acts of vandalism
to public and private property,

'some experts push the figure
to over $1 billion every year.'

A vandal is defined as one who
willfully, wantonly, and ignorantly

damages and destroys
valuable or beautiful things.

Oh, no. So destructive.

Oh, look.

Maybe you're mad at the school,
but busting something doesn't help.

I just think it's childish.

(Cheering, whistling)

I don't know, sometimes I think
they're really like a herd of baboons.

It's alright, it's OK.

(♪ RAMONES: "Teenage Lobotomy")

♪ DDT did a job on me

♪ Now I am a real sickie

♪ Guess I'll have to break the news

♪ That I got no mind to lose ♪

- What time are they gonna be here?
- We're meeting at The Four Winds at 1:30.

Oh, that's about noon,
then, here for drinks?

Yeah, twelve o'clock's fine.

Jerry's stopping by tonight
to check over the plans,

so make some hors d'oeuvres and crap, OK?

We've got to give these guys some kind of
a feeling of what it's like to live here.

Dad, are those guys from Texas coming
to buy the land across from the rec?

Yeah, they're coming to look at it.

- What for?
- It's an industrial park.

They'll lease out parts of
the land to various companies.

I thought they were building a
drive-in and a bowling alley there, Dad.

Carl!

Things didn't turn out
the way we thought, OK?

And the city's got to make
money on that property.

Besides, we need more of a reason for

people to move here
than the bowling alley.

See you about 9:00, Carl.

OK, Mom.

(Richie) The park's for wimps.

(Carl) Well, there's so
much to do around here, man.

(Claude) At the park we can
watch Carl try to pick up Cory.

(Carl) Will you lay off? At
least I have a chance with her.

She wouldn't even look at you.

(Richie) That girl was so
ripped today, it was ridiculous.

(Claude) Don't talk to
me about being ripped.

Hey, anybody getting off?

Hey, Richie.

It's alright, man.

Hey, Tip.

- Hey, Claude.
- How's it going?

Pretty good. Just getting
mellow, man. Got some hash.

- Excellent. How much?
- 12 bucks a gram.

That's pretty steep, don't you think?

It's good stuff.

Alright, I'll take it.

I know where I can score
on some good acid, too.

No, thanks. No more acid for me.

OK.

So, you know... You know, they
asked my mother to sign this thing

saying I was incorridable.

- Incorrigible.
- Yeah, whatever.

Gee, she wouldn't do it.
You know, she won't sign it.

(Girls chattering)

Blaah!

(Giggling)

You know, Cory could be here,
and you might not even know it.

- Shut up, man.
- Hey!

Just circulate around. Just, you know...

Just circulate around.
You might find her.

(Jenny) I did not, Jeff.

- Jenny, did you see Cory around?
- We each did about two 'ludes.

- They were rainbows.
- Rainbows are 'ludes.

Get me some beer, man.
We need some beer, man.

We need beer.

Hey, Carl, what's going on, man?

You couldn't find Cory?

She's a waste of time.

She is.

Hey, boys. Just heard me about a party.

- Where?
- Over at Old Town. Come on.

Come on, let's go.

- Come on, where you guys going?
- Party. Come on.

(Girl) Richie?

Richie!

You got a light on you?

Hey.

Hey, man, what's going on?

How's it going? Alright.

Hey, Carl, my man. How'd
you hear about my party?

- Word just got around.
- Yeah, word just gets around.

I mean, it's a good party, you know?

- Go get yourself a beer, huh?
- Hey, where are your parents, anyway?

Reno.

(♪ VAN HALEN: "You Really Got Me")

Hey, what's going on?
You having a good time?

Yeah.

♪ Girl, you really got me now

♪ You got me so I
don't know what I'm doin'

♪ Girl, you really got me now

♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night

♪ Girl, you really got me now

♪ You got me so I don't
know where I'm goin', yeah

♪ Oh, yeah, you really got me now

♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night

♪ You really got me ♪ You really got me

♪ You really got me

♪ Please don't ever let me be

♪ I only want to be by your side

♪ Please don't ever let me be

♪ I only want to be by your side... ♪

How about a hit, man?

♪ Girl, you really got me now

♪ You got me so I don't
know what I'm doin', yeah

♪ Oh, yeah, you really got me now

♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night

♪ You really got me

♪ You really got me... ♪

Thanks for getting me busted.

That's OK. I don't need you to
mention my name to the cops.

No, I don't think your name popped up.

Cos if I ever found out you
mentioned my name to a cop,

you'd be eating lunch through a tube.

Yeah.

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

You.

And?

You could do a lot better.

- ♪ Girl, you really got me now... ♪
- He's got... He's got good pictures.

Hey, man. Knock yourself out.

Thanks a lot, man.

Where you going, man?

I'm leaving, man. There's
nothing happening here.

- Not for you, huh?
- Yeah. What could I do?

- ♪ Girl, you really got
me now - What's wrong?

- ♪ You got me so I don't know
where I'm goin' - Nothing, man.

♪ Oh, yeah... ♪

Did I ever tell you about the
time I broke into a bike shop?

♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night

♪ You really got me ♪ You really got me

♪ You really got me ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

(Siren wails)

(Kid) Don't worry about it.
They can't... They can't...

(Cop) 'OK, party's over.

'It's 9:15, and anybody who's
not in their own home in 15 minutes

'is in violation of curfew.'

(Kid) Wait a minute, you can't
come in here! This is private property.

My father's a lawyer. I know my rights.

'I don't care who your
father is. 15 minutes.'

(Panting)

See if he's got any money.

You just remember to keep
your mouth shut, faggot.

(Cole) Now you take your boy.

I mean, he's intelligent,
he's a good kid.

Now, where does that come from?

I mean, he's not born
decent. Nobody's born...

Hey, Carl.

- We were just talking about you.
- (Mom) Carl, come back here.

- My God.
- (Dad) Carl. Son, are you alright?

- What's happened?
- I got in a fight.

What do you mean, you got
in a fight? Who did this to you?

- Don't touch it.
- I wanna know who did this to you.

I don't know who did it. It
was dark. I didn't see them.

- Carl, you tell me who...
- Fred, I will handle it. Fred!

Freddy, come on.

Let Sandra take care of it.
That's what mothers are for.

He's all bloodied up.
He's all beat to hell there.

Freddy, now don't get yourself in an
uproar. Come on, come on. Sit down.

(Sighs) Yeah, I don't know what the
hell's gotten into him this past year.

He's in... He's into that recreation
center gang over his head,

and I've been talking to him about
those kids. "Stay away from them."

He wants to be part of
the gang, part of the kids.

It's peer pressure,
Freddy. Peer pressure.

It's powerful stuff, even
when we were kids.

Well, maybe... maybe you're right.

I know I'm right.

Maybe we, uh... we ought to make sure
that none of those kids are hanging around

when Sloan and his
people arrive tomorrow.

Maybe we ought to just shut the
rec center down for the day, huh?

Who did you fight with?

Two guys jumped me.

- Do you know who they were?
- No.

- I'm OK.
- Hey, come on, honey.

- Does it hurt?
- Yeah.

Do you want to see the
doctor in the morning?

No, I poured a bottle
of peroxide on my head.

I'm not gonna be scarred for life, Mom.

(Fred) Sandy!

Oh.

Did they take any money?

Four bucks.

Here's five.

It's combat pay.

Thanks!

Carl, go a little easier on
your father, will you, honey?

He's under a lot of pressure lately.

OK.

Good.

- Good night.
- Good night.

(Fred talking indistinctly)

(Door closes)

(♪ CHEAP TRICK: "Downed")

♪ It's such a strange strain on you... ♪

I'll tell you one thing, Jerry.

I sure do appreciate the
use of this here buggy.

Just a little New Granada hospitality.

Fred Willat owns the local dealership
here, Mr. Sloan. We thought...

Now, Jerry, you just call me Roy.

You see, Jerry Cole takes care of that.

I've got enough trouble taking care
of the Cadillac agency, you know.

But like I said, it is a
little slow right now.

We're in, uh... in what
we refer to as, um... hiatus.

- Hmm?
- The hiatus.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Hey, Carl.

Carl, come on.

Oh, I like it, I like it.

Who does your face these days?

- Jesus, Carl, what happened to you?
- I got jumped.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah, I'm alright.

Who beat you up,
Carl? He did a great job.

Never mind.

Was it the disgusting
people from Planet Pork?

Whoo, whoo, whoo!

(Laughing)

He's a fox.

Who nailed you, man?

Mark Perry and that
gorilla he hangs out with.

Yeah? Your parents blow up on you?

No, not really.

- Hang in there, man.
- Thanks.

- Man, are you alright?
- I'm alright.

What are you, into brass
knuckles and baseball bats?

I didn't volunteer for this, man.

- It's OK, man.
- You look like a fight...

It's open.

(Police radio, indistinct)

Anything wrong, Officer?

Not with me.

What are you hanging around for,
just want to make the kids paranoid?

Talked to Jerry Cole last night.

Told me he talked to you
about shutting down today.

Listen, I told him, and
I'm telling you now, OK?

The rec stays open.

It's the only place these kids have to
go, and that's a little more important...

Heard there was a little
hash being sold here last night.

No chance any of that sort of
thing would happen here, is there?

No chance.

Hey, look, you know these
kids can't bring drugs to the rec.

All the old familiar faces.

You are violating a city
ordinance coming in here.

Whose permission do I need?

Ours, faggot. You don't belong here.

Oh, now, let's just
make him feel at home.

- OK, let's just all mellow out, OK?
- (Shouting)

How you doing, flower child?

- Hit it.
- Hey, what do you think you're doing?

- Where's your warrant, pig?
- Yeah, man you need a warrant.

We got rights, you know.

Just cos we're kids,
you can't push us around.

Why don't you go to hell, too?

Lincoln, I made a narcotics
seizure. Request assistance.

(Shouting)

I could search every
one of you if I wanted to.

Well, search me, then.

Come on. Search me!

OK, Carl.

Would you like to see
my pockets, Officer, sir?

Dangerous weapon, huh?

(Laughter)

Rec's closed for the rest
of the day. Everybody out!

Tell 'em.

(Shouting)

Get off that car!

White! Off that car!

(Police radio, indistinct)

(Shouting and cheering)

What's going on over there?

Oh, looks like the kids are...

Oh, the kids must be having some kind
of, uh... fun over there. It's a fun day.

See, Sergeant Doberman,
that's our local police officer,

he's involved in youth work.

(Shouting)

You're hurting him!

You're hurting him, you fascist pig!

(Siren wailing)

Eddie! Let's leave.

Snap out of it, man.

Come on. Claude's
just another lost cause.

Hey, ain't that your old man up there?

That's him.

I'll bet he had that dog
bust the rec on purpose,

so we wouldn't be here
when those turkeys showed up.

Who the hell are they?

Texas millionaires, man.

They're gonna build an
industrial park over there.

Texas?

All they got in Texas is
steers and queers, shit.

Hey, Johnny, come on.
Take a walk with me and Carl.

Come on, John. Man, don't worry about it.

Just as well you couldn't tell
that pig what you thought of him.

He would've busted your ass, too.

You know that kid Stuart Hattner?

- Yeah. What about him?
- His father got him a brand-new car.

No kidding. What kind?

Dodge Charger.

Does he let him drive it, or what?

Yeah, but his father has to come
along with him when he drives.

Big deal. Who cares, man?

It's still his car.

Must have a great time on
dates with his father along.

What the hell is this?

- Happy Fourth of July, man.
- What are you...

What am I gonna do
with firecrackers, man?

Give them to Claude. Let him smoke 'em.

You know, if I got a job, I bet you I'd
get me one of them nice Kawasaki 350s.

All I want me is one of those big BMWs.

What would you do, ride under it?

Hey, there's your wench, man. Let's go.

(Laughing)

May I see your driver's license, please?

Jesus.

Hi.

You know, that breaking and
entering stuff is against the law.

Get lost, retard.

Too bad your friends weren't home.

- What friends?
- Your friends there.

Yeah, I mean, they could've at
least left the front door open for you.

Hey, what happened to you?

Nothing.

I thought maybe Mark
messed you up after the party.

- I didn't get hurt.
- Didn't get helped, either.

(Abby) See you, Cory. I'm going home.

Hey, what are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- Give it back, dammit.

Not bad.

Wow!

Why don't you wave
it around on the streets

or something so everybody can see it?

- Give it back, Richie. It's ours.
- I just want to check it out.

- Yeah, we'll walk you home.
- I'm not walking home.

She's surfing.

Hey, Richie, who was that guy
you told me about for guns and stuff?

- What are you talking about?
- Oh, yeah, yeah. Listen.

I got this friend, you know,
you get this guy on the right day,

he'll give you 150 bucks
for one of these things.

He'll even throw in a
couple of Thai sticks.

Oh, yeah? Think we could sell it?

Maybe.

Hey, you know, me and Richie
have our own condo over there?

Yeah, I'll bet you just got married.

Check this place out.

Hey, this is neat.

I don't think they're
gonna finish it, though.

I haven't seen anybody
around here in a long time.

My father says they're out of money.

Yeah. Who'd want to live here, anyways?

Have a seat.

Hey, where'd you get this box?

Oh, some robbery scheme I planned up.

Worked out pretty decent.

Was that before or after
you broke into a bike shop?

Shut up.

(Cory) Anybody want to get high?

I knew it, out pops a number.

Whose house is this
where you got this gun?

We don't know.

- You just found it, huh?
- Yeah.

- Lucky you.
- Yeah.

Hey, you really think
we can get 150 for it?

Easy.

- I want to shoot it first.
- Yeah, we got some shells with it.

They had some grass,
too. But we didn't take that.

- No. We dumped it all over the rug.
- Hey...

- Get lost.
- Come on, you little prude.

Hey, what does "European living" mean?

(Carl) It means it's always
gonna look bombed out like this.

How'd you like to go on a date sometime?

(Cory) I don't go out on dates.

Well, what do you do, then?

Just see my friends.

I just mean I like you.

I like you, too. You
have pretty eyelashes.

Yo, what do you say we
go to the fields tomorrow,

have a little target practice?

Have a Sunday picnic.

Alright. A picnic with a gun.

Whoo.

(♪ CHEAP TRICK: "Surrender")

♪ Whatever happened to all the seasons?

♪ Losers of the year

♪ Every time I got to thinking

♪ Where they disappear

♪ Then I woke up

♪ Mom and Dad are rollin' on the couch

♪ Rolling numbers, rock 'n' rolling

♪ Got my Kiss records out ♪

(Turns music off)

You alive?

Bah!

(Cory) Carl, I'm really sorry, man.

Last time we looked, there
weren't even any bullets in it.

(Abby) Come on, Cory.
I'm late enough as it is.

- My mom's gonna have a cow.
- (Cory) What about the gun?

(Richie) Don't worry about
it, baby. It's in good hands.

(Cory) Oh, yeah, sure.

- Bye, Carl.
- (Carl) Bye.

(Richie) See you later.

I bet you're in love with her now
that she almost blew your brains out.

(Carl) OK, OK.

(Firecrackers popping)

Escape!

(Horn blaring)

Alright, look, I... I
admit we got a little

juvenile trouble here, but you can't...

Let me tell you something, Mr. Cole,
you got a lot more than juvenile trouble.

Seems to me like you all were in such
a hopped-up hurry to get out of the city

that you turned your kids into exactly
what you were trying to get away from.

Let's go.

That was very well put, Roy.

(Roy) I thought so.

(Claude) Doberman
didn't even write me up.

He just held me for a few hours
while my mom was freaking out.

He tried to scare me, you
know. He thinks he's a big deal.

Give him a gun, and you'd
think he owned the world.

Yeah, Deputy Dog makes me sick.

My mom, she was busy doing
some group thing, group therapy.

She's weird.

You want to play basketball?

Nah. Me, Cory, Richie, and
Abby, we're going into the fields.

You want to come?

Really? Cory, man, she's a waste of time.

Why don't you shut up, man?
I'm not trying to pick her up, OK?

Listen, I'll meet you, alright?

Yeah, there's so much
else to do around here.

'Yeah, what can you
do? Take it easy, huh?'

- Yeah, I'll see you.
- 'Bye.'

(Jerry) Well, that's the old ballgame.

First the goddamn kids put on
that sideshow in front of Sloan,

- and now this happens.
- What happened?

I told you we should
have sent all of those

little punks out of town for the week.

If I ever get my hands on
the little creeps that did this...!

I'd like to know what the cops
in this town think they're doing.

- What happened?
- What do you mean, "what happened"?

They ruined your Cadillac,
that's what happened.

Sloan went to get in
the car this morning,

whole damn thing
blew up right in his face.

How'd you like to live up here?

It would be alright, I guess.

Someday I'd like to live
in a real old city, though.

Yeah, I lived in Chicago for
three years, before we came here.

I lived in New York. Cooperstown.

Baseball Hall Of Fame's there.

There's a lot of country there, too.

Me and my father used to
go backpacking all the time.

That was before he
got the dealership here.

How come you moved here?

Skiing.

We went once about three years ago.

- (Richie) Shut up.
- (Laughing)

Shut up!

- (Laughing)
- Jerk!

Check out Dirty Harry.

You couldn't hit an elephant
if it came up and kissed you.

Watch this, baby.

(Laughing)

Come on, it's my turn to shoot, Richie.

Come on!

- Hey, it's my turn.
- Hey, wait. Claude didn't shoot yet.

- I don't want to shoot. Let her do it.
- My turn.

- No, it's my turn. I only shot twice.
- I haven't shot yet.

- Well, God!
- Abby!

Wait, wait. Let me give you a target.

Hey, don't get in front of
Cory when she's got the gun.

Funny. Hit this.

Get out of there, man.

(Gunshot)

Ah, I can't hear anything.

When the cops practice,
they wear those ear things.

- Here, let me try it, man.
- Wait, wait, wait...

- I haven't shot it yet.
- Claude's got to use it.

I don't want to use it, I told you.
Just let him use it. I don't care.

It's our last bullet, man. Make it count.

- Alright.
- Great shot, man.

I wouldn't want to have
you for an enemy, man.

That's it for the ammo. Let's split.

Hey, Claude, Abby told me
you got busted yesterday.

Yeah, I did.

Doberman went right
for him. It was bizarre.

Like I had see-through pockets.

- What'd you have?
- A little hash.

Didn't know there was any hash around.

Yeah. Tip sold me some
down at the park Friday night.

That's funny.

- (Richie) What's funny?
- (Cory) Well, I heard Tipper got busted.

(Claude) Well, he was
doing business the other night.

(Carl) You think Tip made
a deal with Doberman?

Yeah, I can get a couple of keys,

but with inflation and the dollar
dropping, it could get pretty heavy.

Well, if you're talking a couple of
ounces, we're looking at 75 bucks a drop.

Hey, if you want to play the
game, you got to pay the price.

Hey, I don't make the market. I'm just
out on the street like everybody else.

Hey, Tip. How's it going, Tip?

Hey. I... I got to go.

- Hey, Tip, how's it going?
- Come on.

- How's it going, Tip?
- Let's go for a walk, Tip.

- I don't really think I want to see this.
- Me, either.

- Alright, I'm hungry!
- In the fridge!

- I'm hungry!
- Whoo! Just crap.

Oh, where's the junk, man?

How come Doberman knew
you sold the hash to Claude?

- How do I know, man?
- You're lying!

Hey, my mom's over
there. I'm gonna scream.

I'm gonna blow you away, Tip.

Hey, that's not real.

You've never seen anything so real.

You told Doberman who you
sold that hash to, didn't you?

I had to. I got busted last
month. I never had a chance.

A kid who tells on
another kid is a dead kid.

Jesus Christ! For God's
sake, man, put the gun away.

- Don't do that!
- Goodbye, narc.

(Bang)

(Woman screaming)

Oh, my God. What are you doing?

- Come on, let's get out of here, man.
- First, let's dunk this chump.

- Hey, I can't swim!
- Grow fins, turkey!

(Woman screams)

I'll see you in jail!

Up yours, lady!

Mom!

Mom! Mom! Drow... Drowning!

I'm drowning!

"I'm drowning...!" (Laughing)

- Hey, we get the whiskey.
- No, you don't. It's ours.

- Oh, come on!
- We got it. We got it first.

Carl, give it back. Come on.

I can see it there. Give it back.

Come on, it's all of
ours, not just yours.

I got to go, man. My mom has group
tonight, and we don't want to upset her.

- See you later.
- Take it easy, Claude.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Bye-bye.

Come on, she ain't
the only girl in the world.

Ha-hah!

(Fred) One thing led to another, back
and forth, in front of the stupid cop.

The cop has got as much
brains as a damn ant, you know,

so I asserted myself,
and I said as a salesman -

and my instincts... I have
good instincts as a salesman -

I said, "Jerry, in the first place, I
don't think these guys from out of town"

"give a God damn about that
property. They're not even interested."

"They're in Las Vegas
writing the damn thing off."

So, you know what he says to me?
He says, "How are the Caddies selling?"

Do you think that I enjoyed
being humiliated like that, huh?

No, goddammit, if he had done such a
good job on those guys from Houston,

they wouldn't have got scared so easy.

Two friggin' kids - I don't
know how many kids -

scared them out of town like that.

I know it sounds wrong, but
I'm sure Jerry Cole knows...

Jerry Cole doesn't know anything.
He doesn't know a damn thing.

- He's an idiot.
- Carl, where have you been?

I was just out.

(Fred) Carl...

Come over here. I want to talk to you.

It's OK, honey. It's OK.

Sit down.

What is it?

I had a talk with Sergeant
Doberman this evening.

I had to sit there while he warned
me about keeping you in line

or I'd find myself in some
juvenile court somewhere.

- What? Doberman said what?
- I'm not finished!

I saw you at that rec yesterday
when that boy was arrested, too.

Oh, I know you did.

I'll bet you and Jerry Cole had
Doberman bust the rec on purpose, huh?

Is that what you think?

Do you also think that I put that ounce of
hash in Claude Zachary's pocket, do you?

- You think that, too?
- It wasn't an ounce, Dad.

How in the hell do you
know so much about it?

- Did I get busted?
- Oh, shit!

Fred, let's just discuss this quietly.

It's not necessarily
Carl's fault that Claude...

It's never his fault, honey. It's
always his friends' fault, right?

His friends with the knives,
his friends with the drugs...

But I got a secret for you, Carl.

Those friends of yours are
going right to reform school,

and you're not gonna follow them!

Who's going to reform
school? Jesus Christ.

Carl, we don't want you to see
your friend Richie White for a while.

Or Claude Zachary, either.

Now, the teen centers are
gonna be closed for a while.

At least until they can
find a new counsellor.

What's wrong with Julia?

I know you like her, hon, but it's
obvious she can't control the wilder kids.

Bullshit!

Don't you ever talk to your mother
like that again, young man, you hear me?

You're crazy.

- Don't leave when we're talking to you.
- Get off of me!

I said don't leave when
we're talking to you!

- Fred, stop that!
- Goddammit!

- (Fred) Listen, honey...
- (Sandy) Are you crazy?

- Are you out of your mind?
- (Fred) Don't you start yelling!

(Arguing continues)

(Man) And the fern needs a lot of water.

Yet they can live together
in the same environment.

- (Whispering) Sometimes...
- Stop talking!

Alan, what are you doing?

Nothing.

If tomorrow were the last
day of the rest of your life,

would you do nothing?

- I don't want to think about that.
- What do you want to think about?

I don't know. Maybe
just having a good time.

Carl, go to the botany box.

Show us an example of a succulent plant.

(Dr. McCarthy) See if you
can recognize anybody.

That's right. And a fern.

That's right, too. Thank you, Carl.

You guys may not realize it,

- but the botany box is an ecosystem.
- The boy with the gun was Richie White.

- Anybody know what an ecosystem is?
- But Richie's not in this class.

- That's what Tip said.
- OK, Richie had... but now, look.

(Teacher) If you don't
start paying attention...

Anyone? Anyone at all?

...there isn't gonna
be any final, and I'm

gonna send you all
home with a big, fat F.

- Tip tell you any other names?
- Claude someone.

Richie. Richie, come on.

- What do you want?
- Come on.

(Tires squealing)

Richie, wait! I want to come.

Now, you go home. Be a
good boy, take care of Mommy.

OK? That's my man.

Richie, why aren't you in school?

I forgot my homework. I'm
going right back. Don't worry.

- (Carl) Did you get it?
- Yeah, I got keys, too.

You're stealing your mom's car?

Yeah, she only made three payments on it.

The goddamn bank owns it.

(Richie) OK, listen.

Make it to Sweetwater, stash
the car, then we sell the gun,

then we can move out, Jack,
anywhere. My mother won't rat.

She won't tell the pigs.
The pigs won't find out.

- We're running away?
- (Sarcastically) No.

- Bye-bye, New Granola.
- Bye.

Put on some of that
bad rock 'n' roll, boy!

- All you got is this old crap, though.
- It's better than nothing.

- Come on. Just put it on, man.
- Alright!

(♪ JIMI HENDRIX: "Come On")

♪ Let the good times roll

♪ Oh, baby, baby... ♪

- Whoo!
- Check the ashtray, man.

- Why?
- Check it, man.

(Laughs)

My mom's secret stash. That'll
last us a couple days, boy!

(Siren wails)

That's Doberman.

Oh, no.

- The gun. Ditch it.
- No, I ain't...

- Get rid of it!
- No.

- Will you get rid of the gun?
- He's burning it, man! Just shut up!

Jesus Christ!

Watch it!

- Look out!
- You're veering right! Watch it!

Split up, man! He
can't follow both of us!

(Doberman) Hold it!

I order you to stop!

(Gunshot)

Hold it right there!

You son-of-a-bitch pig!

(Phone ringing)

Johnny, is that you?

Do one tap for yes, two for no.

Did you hear anything about Richie?

- ('Tap')
- What happened?

He's not dead, is he?

Listen, Johnny... you still there?

('Tap')

Tell Claude I'm alright.

I'll tell him where I am later.

Listen, Johnny...

It's... It's gonna be alright.

May... Maybe I'll see you soon, OK?

(Door opens)

You made it.

Yeah.

I'm sorry I'm so late.

My dad was acting real suspicious.

Claudie overheard when you called.

I was waiting for him to
fall asleep, and I fell asleep.

When I heard about it, I
thought about you right away.

I mean, I only knew him with you.

He still had the gun with him, didn't he?

Yeah.

I think finding that gun
was an omen. So does Abby.

What do you mean?

Just that it's weird...

us finding it, then
running into you guys.

I know.

What were you gonna do?

I don't remember.

I told him to get rid of the gun
when Doberman started chasing us,

but... he wouldn't do it.

I knew it was gonna happen.

The first day I ever met him he said,

"Hi, I'm Richie White."

"I'm on probation."

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

I'm scared.

Go home, I guess.

But not right away.

I'm glad you came.

Me too.

It's kind of cold in here.

The sleeping bag's
warm. You want to get in?

You know, someday, I'm gonna be a gypsy.

- A what?
- Gypsy of the road.

- You know, a truck driver.
- Oh.

You don't believe me?

It was in the paper about this
lady. She's only 95 pounds.

She's already driven over 100,000 miles.

I cut out the article.

She's standing next to this giant truck,
and "Gypsy of the Road" is painted on it.

You know, my uncle says I can
be a truck driver any time I want.

He's got a trucking
company out of Nevada.

This sleeping bag's pretty big, huh?

I always used to like to
play in it when I was little.

You know, I think
you're really beautiful.

You are.

No, I'm not.

Carl.

Wake up, Carl.

Are you going?

Yeah. I got to go home
before my dad wakes up.

It's barely even light out yet.

He gets up at 6:00.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna go home and get
some money when my mom's out.

Oh, you can keep the sleeping bag.

Will you call me?

Yeah.

Come on.

- Bye.
- Bye.

OK, you guys, you are to take
these home to your parents.

It's to let them know about a
special emergency meeting.

It will be here tonight in the
Cafetorium at eight o'clock,

and it's to discuss the
problems about you people.

Has anyone seen Carl Willat?

This is a really serious matter
and his parents really are worried.

If you've seen him, you've
got to be straight with me.

Listen, we're only concerned about his

safety. Nothing bad is
going to happen to him.

(Motorcycle engine revving)

(Click)

You little asshole!

Come any closer, I'm
gonna blow your eyes out.

That evens it up, huh?

Good shot, man.

Were you aiming for my nose?

Man, you sure get your money's worth.

You live here, huh?

Practically.

They suspended me,

at least until my hearing, which I
don't even know when it's gonna be.

- Are you suspended?
- No.

Just ditching, huh?

It's OK, don't worry. I
used to do it all the time.

I heard about Richie White getting it.

- You know, Doberman's out of hand.
- What'd you get suspended for?

Oh, some stupid things, stolen goods.

I bet they reduce it. Doberman
wouldn't put me away anyway.

It's a joke, man.

Man, if I was you, I'd
go home, go to bed.

What are they gonna do with a little
kiddie like you? You never did nothing.

They got to catch me first.

Forget it, man. You
won't get past Sweetwater.

They'll pick you up any time
they want. Believe me, I know.

You don't know.

All you've ever done is gone around

shooting things with
this stupid air rifle.

Hey, don't make me mad, man.

We'll have to start this
stupid thing all over again.

It ain't like that at all.

Here.

Hey, I think you're alright, man.

Any time you want to come say hello,
just leave a message with my secretary.

Alright?

(Phone ringing)

- Hello?
- (Fred) 'Has he shown up yet?'

No, not yet.

Well, he's run away, then. That's it.

Well, he's got to come home.
Where's he gonna get any money?

That damn cop! He
should be out looking for him

'instead of going to that PTA meeting.

'Thank God we kept Carl's
name out of the paper, I'll tell you.'

I'm losing my mind over this.

I'm sorry Richie White got killed, but...

God help me, now maybe Carl
will understand how serious this is.

I got a chilly phone call
from Mrs. Rupert this morning.

Apparently, they're getting
that telephone tree working

in order to get the parents
to the meeting tonight.

(TV) '...right down to the
wire for the last two days

'of our carnival of
values price-crasher sale.

'You see, at Willat's,
we say come on down

with your checkbook and your good credit,

'and let's talk leases...'

(Fred) 'Anyone talk to those friends
of his? What about that woman...?'

- (Carl) 'I bet you wish
I got shot, too, huh?'

- Carl?

Carl!

- 'Stay right... Sandy,
you keep him there!'

- Carl!

Carl, we're your par...
Honey, we're your parents.

All we're trying to do is to protect you.

Carl! Sandy!

Carl, let me in here immediately! Carl!

Carl, we're sorry.

We all lost our heads
the other night, but...

(Boy) Look.

- (Girl) Oh, my God. It's Carl.
- (Boy) Hey, Carl, what's going down?

(Boy) Hey, what happened?

Hi.

Lincoln, the gun.

I don't know what's wrong with him.

Sure, Ed. The gun,
Ed. Public relations, Ed.

How you doing, soldier?

(Principal) Tonight we're
here to talk about a problem

that has been with New
Granada since its incorporation -

youth crime, that is
to say, youth discipline.

I think it would be a mistake
for us to tell ourselves

that yesterday's tragic event
was an isolated incident.

All of us who are parents know what it's

like to wait up for a
child who's out late,

to wait for the phone to ring,

and then when it does, to
be a little afraid to answer it.

(Boy) Hey, it's Claude.

(Crowd) Claude!

- Hey, man, are you alright?
- Yeah.

- Your parents get mad at you?
- Ah, the usual.

The same old thing, you know.

Hey, you think Doberman will get fired?

Ah, hell, fire him.
They'll give him a medal.

Yeah, he's gonna make
a big speech tonight

and tell how he shot
Richie in self-defense.

- (Crowd) Yeah!
- It's all a bunch of crap!

(Crowd) Right!

And all our parents are there to hear it.

Yeah, and there ain't
nothing we can do about it.

We should go down there,
tell them all to go to hell.

Everybody that's ever
messed with me in one room.

That'd be just about everybody in town.

(Laughing)

(Applause)

Thank you.

First of all,

I certainly expected to see a
few more people here tonight.

As a matter of fact, this
turnout is really pathetic.

I wonder where all those parents are.

What are they doing that's so important?

If the death of a 14-year-old boy

won't get them away from their
television sets for a meeting like this,

I don't think anything's gonna do it.

As a matter of fact, it's
just that kind of apathy

that got us into this
mess in the first place,

as I think we all know.

At least, those of us who did bother
to show up at this meeting tonight.

Well...

I guess we all realize it's
time for some tough talk

about the kids in this city.

Man, one stick of dynamite would do it.

I don't know how many
of us are willing to admit

just how deep in trouble
some of the kids in this city are.

I don't know how many of you know it,

but right here in New Granada,

we've got one of the highest
rates of vandalism in the state.

In a few moments, Sergeant
Doberman is going to tell us

some of the recommendations
of the police department,

a few measures for dealing with the
problem and preventing future tragedies.

As we all know, New
Granada is a... a unique place.

That's why we've all chosen to live here.

People don't move into a planned
community to be pushed around

and scared to go out at night.

They come here to get
away from that sort of thing,

and if we're asking them to move here,

then we owe them that security.

Now, this isn't just a
New Granada problem.

I've talked to city managers and
councilmen and mayors all over the country

and heard that same stuff about
the kids over and over again.

So, it isn't as if New Granada
is some kind of a freak,

but we are right on the firing line,

and we've got to meet
this problem head-on.

We aren't anywhere near our growth
factor in our master plan this year,

and if we don't grow, we don't succeed.

Now, you think about it.

Just the other day, I
passed by The Supreme.

Now, I can remember when that
was our finest apartment house -

300 units, spacious,
decorated, electric kitchens...

Where you going?

You leaving?

What?

(Doberman) I deeply regret
what happened yesterday.

No one wants to shoot a kid.

This is the last thing
that any police officer

wants to happen to
him in the line of duty.

I did not come here to apologize.

I am sorry...

sorry that he was carrying a handgun,

sorry that he was on drugs...

- Any other kids in there?
- Uh-uh.

(Doberman) There's no way that
a kid on drugs can learn anything.

A kid in the classroom on drugs -
that classroom does not exist for him.

There's no way for a
kid on drugs to grow up.

So, I'm sorry about Richie
White and his friends,

pushing pills and pot and angel dust.

The first thing we've got to
do is have an early curfew,

and the second thing we have to do

is close down the places where
they've been selling these drugs,

and we took an important
step in that direction yesterday

when we closed down the teen center.

Sergeant, is it true that Richie
White's gun wasn't loaded?

Well, when somebody
points a gun at you...

Just answer the question!

Was the gun loaded, or wasn't it?

Well, how the hell was
I supposed to know?

I don't even think he knew!

That kid was violent, wild!

You never knew what he was gonna do next!

Oh, come on!

All he did was hang
around that rec center!

And I think you've got some
things to answer for yourself!

You have contributed to the
problems of these teenagers!

(Julia) All I have done to
these teenagers is listen to them!

(Doberman) I think if
somebody's got a handgun...

If I see a person carrying a handgun,
he better have a goddamn good reason!

(Julia) Yeah, like you do, right?

Miss Vogel, please. Now, please.

Just... Everybody needs to
calm down here for a minute.

I know... I know you've
been under a strain, Ed.

I appreciate your concern, Miss
Vogel, we're all concerned here,

but I think we've gotten
away from the main point,

which is that a community
with a juvenile crime problem

is not a community with a
high property resale value.

I am interested in
helping this community.

Ed... Ed, it's OK. It's OK.

You can have the finest
housing in the world, and we do,

but nobody's gonna pay 60, 80, $100,000
to live in a decorator-colored slum.

Jerry, can I ask you a question?
What the hell are you talking about?

What do you mean,
what am I talking about?

- I'm talking about the problem.
- Yeah, but which problem?

The problem with the kids, or the
problem with resale values on properties?

What makes you think
if you shut the rec down

or you put a curfew on the kids,

the problem's gonna fly away? Huh?

Now, Fred, I know
you've been upset lately.

That's right. I'm goddamn upset!

My son ran away, and I don't
know where he is tonight! I'm upset!

Your son and some of his
friends are part of this problem.

Goddammit, Jerry, my son and his
friends are part of this goddamn town!

And you people talk about these kids

like they're a bunch of
animals running in the street!

Have you ever sat down
and talked to your kids?

Has anyone ever sat down
and talked to these kids?

I talk to them six hours a
day until I'm blue in the face!

I spend more time with
your kids than you people do.

You think those kids
are interested in learning?

You ought to come in and see
what goes on in a classroom.

But no, when we have Open
School Week, nobody comes,

and that includes you, Mr. Willat!

Why is everybody pointing
their fingers at these kids?

What, are they all rotten, and
we're so good around here?

(Sandra) I don't think Jerry
meant that we don't care.

(Fred) The problem is, my dear,

- that Jerry does not care!
- (Teacher) That's highly inappropriate.

(Yelling and screaming)

Eat it, you stinking pig.

We've got a situation out
here. Keep these people calm.

(Officer) People! People!

We seem to have a situation here!

Please be quiet, and let's get out
the door. We've got a situation...

Sergeant Doberman will be right back!

That's your goddamn
kid out there, Mr. Willat.

I know the door's locked!

We got a minor situation out
here! All the doors are locked!

Your kids have locked us in!

Whoa! Whoo!

Alright, please. I know
how we can handle it.

You people got me
acting crazy! Now relax!

It's your kids out there.
They got us surrounded.

We're gonna handle it.

It's your fault.

I don't know what the
hell we were in here for.

(Fred) Fire! Fire!

Carl! Carl!

(Indistinct shouting)

Extra, extra! Read all about it!

Extra, extra! Read all about
it! Kids trash the school!

(Gunshots)

(Screams)

(Woman) They've got guns!

They've got guns!

Sergeant! Stop them! They've got guns!

Hysteria isn't gonna get us out.

Please be quiet! Will
you please be quiet?

Goddammit, be quiet!

(Girl) 'Mother dear, go to your bedroom.

'Go. You better go.

'Stop hanging out in the bathroom.'

Practice your piano.

You need practice on it!

Go to hell!

(Screaming)

Keep cool! Keep cool!

Everybody bear with me.
The situation's under control.

Mr. Cole.

Mr. Cole, bear with me.

Everything is under control.

I can assure you,
everything is under control.

I don't believe it, man. This is a wreck!

We got them swimming in pain!

Hey! Wait!

Carl?

Hey!

Pow, pow, pow, pow...!

(Screaming)

(Doberman) Relax! Miss! Hold it. Hold it!

Please, relax.

Bear with me!

(Indistinct shouting, screaming)

Keep cool. Everybody's
alright. We'll get out of here.

Johnny?

Johnny!

Hi.

Would you do me a favor?

Would you get me that phone in there?

Would you dial zero?

Thanks.

Carl! Hey, Carl!

Come grab yourself some tapes, man!

I've had enough.

Claude!

Claude!

- Hey, what happened to you?
- Oh, I almost got blown up.

Have you seen Carl?

Not since he was with you.

God, I wish I could find him.

I just want to go home.

Come on. I'll take you home.

It'll be OK.

(Sirens wailing)

- Abby!
- What?

- Have you seen Cory?
- No, I haven't seen her. She left.

(Explosion)

Holy Christ!

(Police radio, indistinct)

Sergeant, I'm taking your car!

I want your men to pick up every little
punk that's got his ass on the street!

Round them up and get them out!
I don't care if they're six years old!

Ed! Ed! Dammit, wait up, Ed!

Look, Ed, under the circumstances,

don't you think you ought to
let these other men handle it?

Ed!

Ed, listen, in light of yesterday's
tragedy, I... I think your presence...

You are in no fit shape to take...

(Tires screeching, siren wailing)

(Doberman) 'I see you, Carl Willat!

'Hold it right there!

'Don't be a fool like Richie.

'Don't make a move. Don't be
a fool. Don't run like Richie did.

'Hold it right there!

'Don't make a move, or I'll nail you!'

(Police radio, indistinct)

They're gonna send you up to
the Hill for a couple of weeks.

And then you're gonna come home...

and then it's up to you.

And I hope you make the right decision. I

hope you make the
right choices. I really do.

(♪ VALERIE CARTER: "Ooh Child")

♪ Ooh, child ♪ Things
are gonna get easier

♪ Ooh, child, things will be brighter

♪ Yeah ♪ Ooh, child

♪ We'll get it together,
and we'll get it undone

♪ Ooh, when the world is much lighter

♪ Yeah - ♪ Someday - ♪ Someday, someday

♪ We'll walk in the
rays of a beautiful sun

♪ Someday when the world is much brighter

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ Yeah

♪ Whoo ♪ Ooh, child

- ♪ Things are gonna get
easier - ♪ Things will get easier

- ♪ Ooh, child, things will be
brighter - ♪ Things will be brighter

♪ Oh, yeah ♪ Ooh, child

♪ We'll get it together,
and we'll get it undone

- ♪ Someday - ♪ Someday, someday

♪ We'll get it together,
and we'll get it undone

♪ Someday, when my hair is much lighter

♪ Ooh ♪ Ooh, child

♪ Things are gonna get easier

♪ Ooh, child, things will be brighter

♪ Yeah ♪ Ooh, child

♪ We'll get it together,
and we'll get it undone

♪ Ooh, when the world is much lighter

♪ Yeah, yeah

- ♪ Someday - ♪ Someday, someday

♪ We'll walk in the
rays of a beautiful sun

♪ Someday, when the
world is much brighter

♪ Yeah, yeah

- ♪ Someday - ♪ Someday, someday

♪ We'll get it together,
and we'll get it undone

♪ Someday, when my hair is much lighter

♪ Ooh

♪ Ooh, child ♪ Things
are gonna get easier

♪ Ooh, child, things will be brighter

♪ Ooh ♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah

♪ Whoo ♪ Ooh, child

- ♪ Things are gonna get
easier - ♪ Things will get easier

♪ Ooh, child, things will be brighter

♪ Things will be brighter ♪ Ooh, yeah

♪ Ooh, child

♪ We'll get it together,
and we'll get it undone

♪ Ooh ♪ When the world is much lighter

♪ Ooh... ahh ♪ Ooh, yeah

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♪ Ooh, la, la-la, la, la-la-la, la-la

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