Over the Edge

Okay, everybody, it's six o'clock. Let's close it up.

Come on, you guys. That's it for the day.

You can play tomorrow, okay?

- Last shot, Claude. - Come on!

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Bobby!

- Come on. - Just taking a beer break, man,

- working up an appetite for dinner. - Yeah. Put the records away, Johnny.

- Well, I don't run a happy hour here. - Hey, I paid a buck for that!

- I wonder how far you got. - Yeah, well...

So what happened?

- Anyways, his mom walks in. - You were still loaded?

Oh, yeah, we were stoned out of our minds.

Anyways, his mom walks in,

and she's giving me the evil eye, you know,

and I realise my shirt's unbuttoned down to here.

- Down to where? - Sex pervert!

I just wanted a little closer look.

He does that so people won't know he's queer.

Yeah, believe it.

Hey, Carl, I'm pretty sure my brother can get us some tickets to that Kiss concert.

- Really? Where? - Middleton, man.

- Kiss? - Come on.

Eat it, man! Kiss...

Simmons, man. I like to see him barf up that blood.

You think that stuff is real, man?

No, but it ain't costing me nothing, anyway.

- My brother's paying for the tickets. - I'll see you.

- Check you later. - See you later.

Hey, I think Alan has a crush on Lisa.

Is that why she's so flat?

Every chick in there is flat.

Hey, what about that chick Shelly, man?

- Aw, she's sleazy-looking. - Gee, whatever you say.

Now, that is what I call a fox.

She's too stuck-up.

She thinks she's so bad.

Why doesn't she ever hang around the rec, huh?

Maybe she has better things to do, okay?

Like get stoned 24 hours a day.

Now that sounds good to me.

I heard she ran off with a rock group last year.

Oh, yeah. I heard she was going with one of those guys.

What? I heard she was going with all them guys.

How do you know, man? You never even talk to the girl.

She's too stoned to talk to, man. You can't talk to that girl.

Hey, I'll see you guys later.

Stuffed peppers tonight.

We don't want to miss that, do we, Johnny?

Did I ever tell you about the time

- I broke into a bike shop? - About ten times.

Yeah, they told my mother to sign this thing saying I was incorrectable.

Incorrigible.

That's right.

Cops! Cops! You better get in the bushes!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

What are we doing here, man?

Aw, hell, it's Doberman.

39-9th to the station.

Anytime you two get through making out in there,

I'd like to talk to you.

Go ahead.

You two got any special reason to be hiding there?

Yeah. We heard you were horny, man.

I lost a contact lens in there.

Oh. Come here. Let me see.

- You don't wear contacts. - I lost both of them.

- Yeah, man. - Alright, let's go.

Assume the position. Get your hands up there.

What the hell you looking at?

Spread them out.

Special unit 425. 4-2-5

uh-huh.

- How big is this blade, white? - Three inches.

Almost as big as your dick.

Watch your mouth, kid.

You know if this blade was any longer, you'd do time?

If it was any smaller, you wouldn't have found it.

Alright, let's go.

Told you he was horny.

- Get in the car. Let's go. - We didn't do nothing, man.

Get off of me.

2-8-13, 29-9th.

- Jerry, what's the good word? - Would you believe "Houston"?

- They're coming? - Day after tomorrow, Freddy.

- Mr Sloan himself. - Oh, that's great.

Jesus, it's hot in here.

Well, let's step outside. The damn air conditioning's broken.

Jerry, you don't suppose I can sell you a new Cadillac, just to celebrate?

- Oh, no, no way, Freddy. - How about a...

No, they're gonna have to bury me in that old heap of mine.

Oh, boy, I wish I had ten of these.

You sure take care of that car, Jerry, I'll tell ya.

You two got enough cards on you to play solitaire.

"Breaking and entering"... that's pretty.

I didn't take nothing, and you know it.

Lighten up, Richie.

If I want to know anything on you, all I got to do is look in the record.

Yeah. If you can't find it, you can always make it up.

Where'd you get that belt buckle?

- A friend gave it to me. - What is it?

- It's a leaf. - What kind?

Poison ivy... I guess.

Your record's not that bad, Carl.

I'd like to see you keep it that way.

- Claude Zachary. - Who's that?

The one who gave it to me. He gave me the belt buckle.

- About those two boys you saw running... - Do we look like cops?

You look like jerks. Shut up.

How about it, Carl?

Well, I only saw one of them.

He was carrying a gun, a BB gun.

The one that knocked me down. I don't know his name.

- Call his father. - I think I saw him once at Sweetwater.

Right. Uh-huh.

I'll be with you in a minute. I got some business.

Yes, what did he do?

A switchblade?

I'll be right down.

No, officer. Thank you.

Right. Bye-bye.

A switchblade!

That's all we need.

Want to go for a ride in it sometime?

- Fred, everything alright? - Oh, just some things about parking tickets.

You know, I've told my wife a thousand times...

putting them in the glove compartment's not the same thing as paying them, right?

Sandy, will you please close up? I'll see you later, Jerry.

Well, how about it, kid?

You know, you could really use a break.

Why don't you give me a name?

You guys got a lot of laws, right?

Well, let me tell you something.

I only got one law.

A kid who tells on another kid...

is a dead kid.

- Well, that's a good rule, kid. - That's right.

- It will serve you well in jail someday. - You're damn straight.

Richie, I'm writing you up for illegal weapons concealment.

You do that, wimp.

- Come on, tough guy. Let's go. - Get your hands off me, you pinhead.

I don't know about you, Carl.

You live in a good place.

Your dad's got a good business with the caddies there.

You're getting to be more of a punk every day, you know that?

Let me ask you something... you got some driving need to louse things up for yourself?

I got a driving need to be left alone, okay?

Maybe you could use a weekend up on the hill.

You know, away from your friends.

You're almost 15, right?

The fun will only last for another year, kid.

When you're 16, you start playing for real.

Well, did they at least read you your rights?

What rights? You kidding me?

I'd like to see them go after some real criminals sometime.

Yeah, me too.

So, what was it?

Nothing.

Nothing, ma.

Come on, honey. They told me something about a knife.

Oh, you must mean the nail file. Oh, yeah.

We didn't do anything. God.

Except that your friend had a switchblade knife on him.

It was only a pocket knife.

Carl, if Sergeant Doberman hadn't found it,

we wouldn't be having this discussion right now.

Maybe.

Look, no one's blaming you,

but you got to understand that Richie White is nothing but trouble, period.

I heard he had to leave the last town he lived in.

Yeah, and living here is his punishment.

Carl, I'm sick and tired of you complaining about New Granada.

Now, let's just cool it.

I don't want to make your mother any more upset than she is, huh?

- Did you get arrested? - Yeah.

Wow!

Hey, mom, Richie got arrested.

Yeah, I know.

I busted their skulls, those pigs.

Oh, Carl. Hi.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Come on, what's wrong? You're home early.

Honey, I just came from the police station.

Carl was with that kid, Richie White.

Richie had a knife on him. They got arrested.

I had to go down to the station and rescue him.

- Honey, you should've called me. - Honey, I was there at the agency.

Jerry Cole was standing right next to me.

I had to make up some excuse about parking tickets you're supposed to have, okay?

You weren't too hard on Carl, were you, dear?

I broke both his legs. Didn't you see him crawl up the steps?

Oh, come on.