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?

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