The Wild One Page #2

- Forget it, Art. Forget it.

- Some cop, huh?

- See Johnny back him down?

Yeah. What a screwball town.

Art Kleiner's too old

to be driving an automobile.

Where was he going, anyway?

Always going someplace.

Crazy, excited.

Taking a lot of vitamin pills, drinking.

Over-stimulated.

Ought to arrest

the whole lot of them.

Call the militia.

- Do you want something?

- Yeah. I'd like a bottle of beer.

- The beer's just in the bar.

- Alrighty.

Why, thank you.

Look, Harry.

The fender's scraping in the tyre.

Wait a minute.

There you are. It won't scrape no more.

Good as the rest of them.

Oh, no. Harry, aren't you

gonna do something about this?

- Well, what do you expect me--?

- What do you want Harry to do?

Arrest all these boys? All 30 or 40

of them and whatever there is?

It's the principle. You let something

like this go by and anything goes.

- That's right. Make your complaint, Art.

- I sure will.

That's silly.

Your car is okay, you're okay.

And it's lucky, the way you drive.

- Say, you live here all the time?

- All my life.

We've been over to Carbonville,

at the meet.

Bunch of motorcycles came through

this way yesterday.

They didn't stop. Is that what they give

you in those races for killing yourself?

That's right.

You want it?

- No.

- Well, go on, take it. Go ahead.

- No.

- Go on.

You can't do that. You won it.

You have to get your name engraved

on it, whatever you do. It's important.

You don't give something like that away

just like that.

Not unless you knew a girl real well

and you liked her.

Hey, Johnny.

About this town,

they've got a doc here.

They'll rewire Crazy. What are we gonna

do? Sit around and scratch ourselves?

Are we gonna wait for Crazy,

or are we gonna get out of this dump?

We're gonna wait for Crazy.

Go.

Go, go.

Hey, you guys! Johnny says we're

gonna hang around and wait for Crazy.

They're gonna fix him up.

- What do we do here?

- Give me a swig of this, will you?

Don't fight, boys. Plenty more where

this came from. It's ice-cold too.

- Hey, doc.

- Yeah.

Hey, where do we eat?

Right there. Bleeker's Cafe.

We'll take good care of you.

- You got some steaks?

- Kansas City steaks?

Well, we serve good meat.

- Where's the motel?

- The hotel is right over there.

Hey, they've got a hotel here.

- Hey, come on, lead me to that brew.

- Hey, check the hot rod.

Hey, the fire went out!

How are you doing, blondie?

Hey, baby. Where you going?

Well, look who's here.

- What'll you have, girls?

- Yeah, what will it be, girls?

- The usual.

- The usual. All right, just one minute.

- And hit us with a couple of beers.

- Jimmy, put a couple more cases on ice.

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