Roustabout

- Allow me.

- Thank you.

Over here!

Hi. How are you?

- What took you so long?

- We found a new short cut.

Can I have a beer, please?

You'll also have cokes.

House rules for minors.

- We're over 18.

- Sure you are, dear.

How come they call this place

a tea house, dear?

It's something that was in

and now is almost out,

so we'll rename it

something further in or further out.

- Clever.

- That light...

If the fuzz comes, it'll blink

on and off, so dump the beer.

Dump the waitress!

Thank you very much,

and thank you, Herbie.

Herbie and his "makes-you-wanna-

sit-this-one-out" orchestra.

Back in your cages, fools!

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

while our mariachis are recuperating

from their activities,

the Tea House presents that young man

whose songs have electrified colleges

and enraged campuses

all over the nation.

A young man who would be playing

in San Francisco,

if the authorities there

didn't misunderstand him.

A young man whose charming manner

conceals the instincts of a mau-mau.

Here he is, ladies and gentlemen,

the one and only Charlie Rogers!

- What'll it be?

- The All-American End!

The Witches of Wellesley!

The Day They Hung

The Rap On Dean Semmilweiss!

How about that?

You girls are new here, aren't you?

Get rid of the guys

and I'll meet you later.

Knock it off, buddy.

- Don't get sore.

- He's only kidding.

- Sure, I was kidding.

- Go ahead, sing.

A little thing

for our friends on fraternity row.

- He kills me.

- I think he's smooth and sexy.

He's funny

like a case of travelling mumps.

I'll bet he never got further

than grammar school.

- That's right.

- Is he getting away with this?

No. Just cool it a minute.

I'll be back in 10 minutes

with the football hero's lament,

I Left My Knee At USC.

- You're taking it bigger than usual.

- Good.

- Might mean trouble.

- So what else is new?

Why do you act tough?

Where does it get you?

If you're not tough,

you get squashed.

- I didn't have any parents, either.

- What's that got to do with it?

- Everything.

- Save it, kid.

- Got a light, friend?

- Sure...friend.

About your act. I've heard buzzards

sing better than that.

And this is a crummy joint.

I've seen more action in a zoo.

- From which side of the cage?

- What's that supposed to mean?

You figure it out, college boy.

I'm going outside and get some air.

Let's get him.

George, let me have the phone.

Is that your 'cycle?

Stop reading

those hot rod magazines, buddy.

'Cycle is out.

It's either bike or motorcycle.

- Made in Japan?

- That's right. Made in Japan.

Aren't American 'cycles

good enough for you?

You don't dig world trade after all

the economics they shoved into you?

Get off, buddy.

- Come on!

- No. That's karate!

- That goes with the 'cycle.

- Charlie, are you all right?

What are you doing?

I can't afford trouble.

Charlie, go. The cops are coming.

They'll close me up.

That temper of yours!

- Lay off!

- I've had it, Charlie. Get out!

My arm's broken.

All right, Rogers,

you wanna come with me?

- What's up?

- In there.

You're free to go.

Your lady friend paid your fine.

- Hi, baby.

- Thanks.

You wanna check this

to see if it's all there?

Six bucks, lighter, lucky tiki god.

You got an honest department.

We also have your bike. It's outside.

Give this to the officer.

- Do I have to sign anything?

- No. Just stay out of trouble.

- You're asking the impossible.

- I'm not asking, I'm telling.

Remember, we've always got

an empty cell in there.

I like your hospitality, but I don't

think I'll accept it. Goodbye.

Officer, you in charge here?

- That's right.

- I got a motorcycle.

Right over there.

- Drive carefully.

- Yeah, sure.

- I guess I'll be cutting out.

- We got no choice.

- We?

- I can get a job anyplace you do.

The next tea house is about

1,500 miles west, like in Phoenix.

- Besides, this bike's built for one.

- It has a back seat.

- I'm sorry.

- I could have let you rot in there!

Bailing me out

doesn't mean you own me.

Nobody can own you, I know.

But I'm hung on you.

- We've been through it before.

- I know. Just laughs.

I told you I'm not the kind of guy...

- Why don't you break my arm?

- See you around, kid.

I'll pay back the fine

as soon as I get a job.

Keep in touch! Ya big ape.

Those fresh kids

think they own the world!

Don't pay any attention

to him, Cathy.

You're kinda pretty, you know that?

- What are you doing?!

- Let him get by.

Somebody's got to teach him a lesson.

- Want to go for a ride with me?

- You fresh punk!

Cut it out! It's not his fault

you have a hangover.

Hey, stupid! It's a public road!

Didn't you know that?

My aim must be getting bad.

I thought I hit you.

- Joe, you'll kill him!

- He won't get hurt.

Stop it, please!

- I'm not gonna let him pass me!

- Stop it! For heaven's sake!

- Stop! Stop!

- It wasn't my fault!

He's supposed

to know how to drive it!

He's moving, isn't he?

He's all right.

- Are you all right?

- He's bleeding!

Get the first aid kit. Hold this.

Great. That's all I need.

What kind of crazy stunt was that?

You hotshot motorcycle kids, more of

you ought to be run off that highway.

- You're asking for it!

- Easy. Joe got carried away.

- Somebody will carry him away!

- I said sorry.

- He didn't.

- I'm not going to!

You're acting like a kid. We

can talk or you can blow off steam.

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