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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.

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?

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.

Cops! Cops!
You better get in the bushes!

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!

What are we doing here, man?

Aw, hell, it's Doberman.

'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.

Assume the position.
Get your hands up there.

What the hell you looking at?

Spread them out.

‘Special unit 425. 4-2-5"

Uh-huh.

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

Almost as big as your dick.

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.

'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.

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.

A switchblade!

That's all we need.

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.

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.

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?

- Did you get arrested?
- Yeah.

Wow!

Hey, Mom,
Richie got arrested.

Yeah, I know.

I busted their skulls,
those pigs.

Oh, Carl. Hi.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

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

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.

- Honey, you should've called me.
- 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?

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

Oh, come on.

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?

Marcy!

Marcy?

- Marcy!

If I can interrupt you and Lisa
for a moment

and have you turn
the lights off, please.

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.

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.

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.

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

It's alright, it's OK.

- 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.

The park's for wimps.

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

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

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

She wouldn't even look at you.

That girl was so ripped today,
it was ridiculous.

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.

Blaah!

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.

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.

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.

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

Yeah.

How about a hit, man?

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.

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?

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

Don't worry about it.
They can't... They can't...

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.

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.

See if he's got any money.

You just remember
to keep your mouth shut, faggot.

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.
- Carl, come back here.

- My God.
- 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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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?

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.

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?

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

Tell 'em.

Get off that car!

White! Off that car!

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.

You're hurting him!

You're hurting him,
you fascist pig!

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.

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.

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.

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?

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

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

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.

You alive?

Bah!

Carl,
I'm really sorry, man.

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

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

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

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

Oh, yeah, sure.

- Bye, Carl.
- Bye.

See you later.

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

OK, OK.

Escape!

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.

I thought so.

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.

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.

- Shut up.

Shut up!

- Jerk!

Check out Dirty Harry.

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

Watch this, baby.

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.

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.

- What's funny?
- Well, I heard Tipper got busted.

Well,
he was doing business the other night.

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.

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!

I'll see you in jail!

Up yours, lady!

Mom!

Mom! Mom! Drow...

Drowning!

I'm drowning!

"I'm drowning...!"

- 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!

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.

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!

- Listen, honey...
- Are you crazy?

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

And the fern
needs a lot of water.

Yet they can live together
in the same environment.

- 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.

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.

- 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.

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.

- 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.

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?
- 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!

- Whoo!
- Check the ashtray, man.

- Why?
- Check it, man.

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

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!

Hold it!

I order you to stop!

Hold it right there!

You son-of-a-bitch pig!

Johnny, is that you?

Do one tap for yes,
two for no.

Did you hear anything
about Richie?

- What happened?

He's not dead, is he?

Listen, Johnny...

you still there?

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?

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.

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?

- Hello?
- '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.

...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...

Anyone talk to those friends of his?
What about that woman...?

- 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...

Look.

- Oh, my God. It's Carl.
- Hey, Carl, what's going down?

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?

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.

Hey, it's Claude.

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.

- Yeah!
- It's all a bunch of crap!

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.

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, itisn'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?

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.

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!

All I have done to these teenagers
is listen to them!

I think if somebody's got a handgun...

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

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?

I don't think Jerry meant
that we don't care.

The problem is, my dear,

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

Eat it, you stinking pig.

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

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.

Fire! Fire!

Carl! Carl!

Extra, extra!
Read all about it!

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

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!

"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!

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...!

- Relax! Miss! Hold it. Hold it!

Please, relax.

Bear with me!

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.

- Abby!
- What?

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

Holy Christ!

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...

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!'

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.