The Wild One Page #5

Okay, come on. Leave him alone.

What's the idea?

Let's go.

Harry, how did all this

get started anyway?

We had this man, we had this whole

thing stopped when he stuck his nose it.

- There's a little more to it than that.

- All right. We'll find out what happened.

Round up everybody on a motorcycle.

Pick up all the witnesses you can find.

The old man is dead.

A dishwasher down the street.

That makes it a manslaughter charge,

doesn't it?

We'll see. We'll see. Let's pick up

everything and sort it out inside.

Twenty years is too good for him.

I spotted him for the ringleader

the first five minutes.

I knew somebody was gonna get killed.

I couldn't get anybody to listen to me.

You killed Jimmy with a lot of talk, as

sure as he killed him with a motorcycle.

Wait a minute.

All right, okay, okay. That's enough.

Now, stop it. That's all.

Well, son,

you've got yourself something here.

Real important trouble.

It just shows you what a boy can do

if he'll work at it.

Well?

Haven't you anything to say?

I didn't kill nobody. Those guys were

after me and I just took off. That's all.

Maybe something hit my cycle.

I don't know what happened.

Then I went out, and that's--

That's all.

Yeah.

Well...

Let's go.

I located my daughter. She went home.

Do you want to talk to her?

- No. Bring her in later.

- You'd better talk to her now.

You do? Well, I don't.

I've been up half the night.

I've got a long drive home

before I can get this joker booked.

- But she was with the boy.

- He knows that. Art Kleiner is--

Shut up, Frank.

All right. Come in, sit down.

That'll be all.

- Kathy's my niece. I have a right to stay.

- All right, but keep quiet.

- Well?

- It's crazy.

Yeah, I know.

I've got one fact. A man's dead,

and our boy here is stuck with it.

- I don't think it was his fault.

- Do you know one way or the other?

No.

You haven't fallen for this fellow,

have you?

No. No, I couldn't.

Let's go.

They beat him up.

I saw them. He wasn't doing anything.

I know he was leaving.

- He just wanted to go when--

- Yes, I know.

Sheriff, listen.

- Sheriff, wait, please.

- She's upset. She didn't mean that.

But regardless

of what happened to old Jimmy...

...that boy deserves everything

he gets.

- Art here saw her fighting him off.

- No, Uncle Frank is wrong. He helped me.

They were after me and--

She was crying,

trying to get away from him.

I wasn't trying to get away from him.

I was just trying to get away.

Maybe we better tell him, Frank.

Tell me what?

- Why, the--

- Art and I were coming up the street.

Now, we didn't see who threw it...

...but a tyre iron either hit the boy

or the motorcycle, and it went wild.

- Who threw what?

- A tyre iron. You know, it's a...

The thing to take the tyre off the rim.

Yeah. Somebody threw it

and it landed at our feet.

Why didn't you say so before?

Sit down.

John Strabler.

You got any friends, Johnny?

You picked up a few around here

last night, strange as it seems.

A couple anyway.

They got you off the hook

for a while.

I don't get you.

I don't get your act at all.

And I don't think you do, either.

I don't think you know what you're

trying to do, or how to do it.

I think you're stupid.

Real stupid and real lucky.

Last night you scraped by,

just barely.

But a man's dead on account of

something you let get started...

...even though you didn't start it.

I don't know if there is any good in you.

I don't know if there's anything in you...

...but I'm gonna take a big,

fat chance...

...and let you go.

There'll be a hearing on this tyre-iron

business. You'll get a summons.

And you'd better show up.

Put him on the road.

- Is that yours?

- Yeah.

Go ahead.

Don't you want to say anything

to these people?

What's the matter?

You been hit over the head so often...

...you don't know when you're getting

a break? At least say thank you.

It's all right.

He doesn't know how.

Okay, hotshots, the fun is over.

Every one of you monkeys is down in my

book, and all the damage will be paid for.

You've got 10 minutes to clear out.

Just stick your nose back in this county,

any of you...

...and you'll never see daylight again

as long as you live.

Now, get.

Some coffee.

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