The Wild One

It begins here for me on this road.

How the whole mess happened,

I don't know.

But I know it couldn't happen again

in a million years.

Maybe I could have stopped it early.

But once the trouble was on its way,

I was just going with it.

Mostly I remember the girl.

I can't explain it,

sad chick like that.

But something changed in me.

She got to me.

But that's later, anyway.

This is where it begins for me.

Right on this road.

Come on, get off the track!

What are you doing?

Get over there! Come on, all of you!

Now they're approaching the turn

for the last lap.

Let's see, Riley and some...

Hillman taking a tumble. And Jones

doing very well to avoid him too.

This is the final lap coming up

and still anybody's race.

That's Conners in the hay.

It's a bad break for Charlie Conners.

And they'll go into the last lap.

Last time around coming up.

They're all hot today.

It's anybody's race.

They're in that order now,

but anything can happen.

maybe a record...

Come on, Al! Come on! Come on!

Thattaboy! Come on!

Hey, get off the track! Get off the track.

Please don't cross the track.

Please don't cross the track. Don't get

hurt. Blood makes everything slippery.

What's the matter

with you chowder heads?

You in such a big hurry to die?

Those words mean anything to you,

squirrels? Are you looking for trouble?

These outlaw outfits always want

to foul things up for everybody else.

Hey, what kind of outfits?

Say that again.

Outlaw outfits, like yours.

Okay, square, right now.

You want to drag Johnny here

100 yards for beers, or you chicken?

- The square's chicken.

- They're all chicken.

You want to see something?

You wanna see Johnny go?

He can really go.

He can really screw it on.

What do you get when you win

one of these scrambles? $5000?

Boy, I'd sure like to win me $5000.

Hey, you dummy, come here.

If you win, they give you

one of these beautiful gold statues.

- Solid gold.

- Pure solid gold. Dipped.

- What do you do with it?

- Take it home to your mother.

Yeah, then you throw it away.

Break it up, break it up. Put these

trophies back. All of you, stand back.

Hey, where can I get me

one of these jazzy suits?

I want to look like

a street cleaner too.

Hey, who are you? What are you

doing here? You a cop or something?

Come on.

- Don't push anybody.

- Okay, okay, break it up.

We got enough entertainment

around here.

I've seen enough of you guys

to last me forever.

Now, hit the road.

I mean right now. Get going.

We want to watch

the thrilling races, daddy.

One more cute remark

and you won't be riding any cycles.

I'll put the bunch of you away

for a month.

Now, get going.

Hey, fellas, come here.

Look what Johnny won.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Second place?

So Johnny

only won second place, huh?

What do you mean?

First place was two feet high.

Hey, Johnny, look.

These squares are having a dance

in Carbonville tonight. We'll go, huh?

- No, man. That's nowhere.

- Come on. We can clobber it.

Come on, Johnny. Let's go someplace.

Let's get out of here. Every time

you look around, there's cops.

All right, let's get rolling.

This way.

- Where's that bunch from?

- I don't know, everywhere.

I don't even think

they know where they're going.

Termites. Nutty.

Ten guys like that give people

the idea everybody...

...that drives a motorcycle is crazy.

What are they trying to prove?

Beats me. Looking for somebody

to push them around...

...so they can get sore

and show how tough they are.

They usually find it someplace,

sooner or later.

Hey, Johnny, where are we going?

- Let's get gas.

- Yeah, give us some gas!

Hey, gas man.

Ben, business before pleasure.

Jimmy,

better put some more beer on ice.

What is this joint? What war do you

suppose this joint was left over from?

Hey, fellas, drag for beers.

Who wants to drag for beers?

Last guy in the door of that joint

buys beers.

Last guy in buys.

- Hey, who is it? Who is it?

- Art, you all right? It's Art Kleiner.

Come on.

- Hey, help this man out!

- Hey, help this man out!

Help the man out! Help the man out!

Put me down! Put me down!

Help the man out! Help the man out!

- What is all this?

- We're just dragging for beers.

And this guy:

- He doesn't know how to drive.

- Yeah.

There's a boy hurt here.

It's his ankle. Looks pretty bad.

What's all that, Kathy?

What's all that? Somebody killed?

Hey, Crazy,

you can't sleep in the street.

Man, look at this cycle.

You really stacked up this thing.

I'll call Dr. Ziegler.

Get your pickup, we'll take him over.

Harry, you seen how it happened.

Those motorcycles

were coming straight at me.

I swung my wheel over as hard

as I could, but they-- Take a look at that.

- What about this, Harry?

- It was an accident. I saw it.

Mark got excited, that's all.

- Aren't you gonna arrest anybody?

- Take it easy, Art. Take it easy.

I'm not excited.

I'm just telling you what happened.

I tried to miss him, then he hit me.

My car's a wreck and somebody has

to pay for the damages, and I mean it.

Okay. You the big cop in the town?

Next time, tell him to look where he's

going. He don't know how to drive.

I mean, he ought to turn one way

or the other. You know what I mean?

There was guys all over the street

trying to miss him.

- Now, just a minute--

- He's all right, but my boy's busted up.

- Look here, Harry--

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