Rebel Without a Cause Page #3

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SERGEANT:

Mixed up in that beating on Twelfth

Street?

OFFICER:

No. Plain drunkenness.

SERGEANT:

This says he was picked up there.

OFFICER:

They had him on the carpet for an

hour at Headquarters. He's clear.

Plain drunkenness.

SERGEANT:

Young squirt. All right--You want

to lean him against something?

Stand him over there.

The officer leads JIM to JUDY's bench and stands him against

the wall beside it.

JIM is frisked, a look of prayer on his upturned face. The

OFFICER finds the toy monkey in his pocket and would take

it, but when JIM asks to keep it, the OFFICER hands it back

and moves away. Another officer enters and leads the

prisoner who is sitting next to JUDY into another room. JIM

sits beside her. He smiles at her but receives only a

chilling look. He winds the monkey up and sets it dancing

on the floor, but she is not amused. Camera pans to show

others reacting to the monkey with pleasure. We see PLATO

look up and smile a little. Camera stops on the MEXICAN

CHILDREN who are smiling too. A bald JUVENILE OFFICER named

GENE, squats before them, smiling.

GENE:

You going to tell me your name now?

The little boy shakes his head.

LITTLE BOY:

(touching GENE's bald pate)

Where's your hair?

GENE:

It's all gone.

LITTLE BOY:

Did you get a haircut?

GENE:

No--it just fell out!

LITTLE BOY:

(sympathetically)

Aw--

GENE laughs as another Juvenile Officer enters and pauses to

look at the children. His name is RAY.

RAY:

What gang does he belong to?

GENE:

Give him a couple of years.

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