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And then there's the trial

and they'll be found guilty

anyway.

What will the fine be?

Five or ten dollars.

But they haven't done anything

to be fined for.

There are two schools of thought

on that subject.

They've got to pay the fine.

But it's not fair!

They arrested 11 of our boys

and only 1 from town!

Well there were a lot more

of your boys there.

I'd say that everything

just about averaged up.

Mr Green's right... they'd better

not go to court.

Excuse me Mr Wilder...

may I talk to you for a minute?

Surely.

This is my boy Joe.

Joe, this is Mr Wilder of "The Union".

Is there anything

you'd like to tell him?

No sir.

I'd like to help those other kids.

Could I pay their fines for them?

Go ahead.

Green!...

How many boys are there in there?

Eleven.

Well, they fined my son $10...

150 ought to cover it.

Thank you Mr Ferguson.

I'll have your boys out of here

in no time.

Come along... all of you.

Mr Green... what about my boy?

If they catch him, they

won't let him pay a fine...

They'll keep him in jail.

Well, let's cross that bridge

when we come to it.

Come along, please.

Ferguson gave Green the money

to pay for the fines, didn't he?

Why?

Why not?

Maybe he likes kids.

Maybe he has a guilty conscience

about his boy.

So he eases his conscience.

Gets us to admit we're wrong.

Sonny!... wait a minute!

If you'll take that chip off your shoulder,

I'll drive you home.

It's a big chip.

No bigger than the one

I carried for years.

My car's just around the corner.

It's a good smell, isn't it?

What happened to that chip

you were carrying?

Well, I got kinda tired

of lugging it around.

You will too, when you get

as old as I am.

I used to be like you...

Violence... impatience...

You know what upset me most,

back there...

You!

Running away from a fight!

It isn't like you!

Why do you say that?

You only met me tonight!

I met you years ago.

First you were a name.

A by-line on newspaper stories

on a New York paper

my father used to take.

Then your name wasn't in

that paper any more.

One day I was watching

the UP teletype in the office.

There your name was again

over a story from Warsaw.

I used to follow you after that.

From country to country...

wherever you went.

Finally I came face to face with you

on the jacket of a book.

Now do you understand

why I danced with you tonight?

Do you know what it meant

when you said you weren't

taking sides anymore?

That all you were for was Mothers Day.

Yeah.

But you understand what it is to have

your bellyful of fighting.

So... you reach back into your past

for something to hang on to.

Leaves burning in October.

The sound of people

talking over fences.

Kids calling as they run

through the dark.

Don't you see...

I HAD all that once.

And I want it again.

I understand.

Whatever that is, it isn't leaves.

Next time you bring me home,

I'll have some.

Then there'll be a next time?

No, Larry...

It was to have been

a very respectful kiss.

I don't doubt that.

I do!... I save my respectful kisses

for my mother.

So do I.

Hasta la vista, Mr Wilder!

Don't give me that about thinking

I was somebody else!

- Will you lay off that kid!

- Stick to your driving!...

I'll teach him to hit an officer!

I said lay off the kid!

It was your fault!

Get me the police department!

Wanted for grand theft auto

and resisting an officer.

Paul Rodriguez, 19

who escaped from the custody

of Santa Marta police

following an automobile crash on highway

5 miles south of Cantonville.

Norman Anderson, an eyewitness to the crash

in which Sgt James Boswell was killed

and patrolman Al Peters was injured

saw the suspect running from the scene.

10-4

Be with you in a minute.

I'm Jan Dalton of the 'Stockton Express'.

Hello... what brings you down here

this time of night?

What do you suppose

brings me down here?

A desire to see the country?

A yen for fresh air?

I was sent for the city desk.

On the strength of a phone call

from a youth of your employ

that lead us to believe

martial law has been proclaimed.

Jonas's glands are over-stimulated.

No riot?

Just what did Jonas say?

He had blood running in the gutters.

The only blood spilled so far

was by a cop killed chasing a boy.

I'm giving it to U.P. now.

I'll speak firmly to him...

I'll make him church editor...

until he learns what truth is.

It's a little late...

We took him at his word

and put a paper out.

Silly dog...

Good dog!

'Skipper'!

Come on... where are you?

Wait a minute, Mickey.

Now a big head, Mickey.

Now dear...

Try and remember

just what happened.

You went out to the barn and

he jumped out of the dark...

and grabbed you!

Could I have the funnies, Daddy?

That was little Mildred Jensen telling you

her own story of a night of terror.

She is crossing the porch,

supported by her mother.

Still suffering from the terrible shock

of her ordeal.

Now she is entering the house.

Thank you Mildred Jensen.

You can be sure that

before the day is over

the young gangster who assaulted

you will be behind bars.

Yeah, Cappy... Mickeys down at

the bus station now, sending the plates.

Sure we've covered everything.

The Rodriguez family;

a bunch of kids...

I don't know...

they all look alike to me!

Sure... soon as they catch him.

Everybody and his brother's

out hunting for him

for that $500 reward

the TV station's putting up.

- Good morning.

- Where's Mr Wilder?

He isn't here, Miss Garcia.

He's in a meeting with Mr Prentiss

and some other people.

I'll wait.

Might be a long time.

We've got to be practical, Larry.

Dragging these kids into this

won't help the situation.

Leave their names out of it.

Nobody's dragging them into it.

What were they doing there?

We went there to dance.

Is there anything wrong with that?

But you were fighting... I saw you.

- You were there?

- He was dancing with a Mexican girl.

What I was doing

makes no difference.

What YOU were, does!

Like I said...

This kid charged me because of

what happened yesterday afternoon.

He started throwing punches,

so I threw them right back!

After that everybody was

fighting everybody else.

- Isn't that the way it was?

- Sure it was.

We didn't do a thing outta line.

We even danced with the girls

the preacher introduced us to.

Even so, I don't see how

I can leave you out of it.

Go ahead and print their names, Larry...

The kids were there...

mine made the clink!

Now look here, Ferg...

you can feel any way you want to...

But me, I don't want MY name

tied in with any Sleepy Hollow brawl.

Maybe we should get rid of

Sleepy Hollow, then...

It shouldn't have been there

in the first place!

Come on Joe, I told your mother

you'd take her to church.

A little praying won't hurt you.

Why didn't you just come out

and call me a liar!

I noticed Harry's dad

stuck up for HIM!

I noticed he didn't go against

his own flesh and blood.

When it comes to some dirty tramps...

I'm not Harry's dad.

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