Riot on Sunset Strip (1967) - full transcript
A police captain (Aldo Ray) is caught between businesses operating on the Los Angeles Sunset Strip who don't like the punks hanging out, and his belief in allowing the kids their rights. But when his daughter (Mimsy Farmer) gets involved with an unruly bunch, his attitude starts to change.
MAN: [ON SPEAKER]
Ladies and gentlemen,
everyone under 18 must
be off the street by 10:00,
or be subject to arrest.
All right, move it.
Do not block the sidewalk.
[LAUGHING]
...everybody under 18
must be off the streets
or subject to arrest.
All right, you kids.
Break it up.
NARRATOR: These are not
dangerous revolutionaries,
in a beleaguered city
under martial law.
These are teenagers
on the Sunset Strip
in Los Angeles, California.
On a peaceful night.
Irresponsible, wild, beat,
protest youths.
But nowhere to go,
nothing to do,
no goal in life.
Just searching for one thing
they've demanded
throughout the ages.
Right of self-expression,
and recognition.
What you see here is happening
all over the world.
And in every country
the question is the same.
What to do about
the youth problem?
Officer, it's getting
worse every night.
I've never seen such riffraff.
Now the authority's ought
to do something about it.
I'm sick and tired of it.
[BAND PLAYING
ROCK 'N ROLL MUSIC]
♪ I'm going down
to the strip tonight
♪ I'm not on a stay
home trip tonight
♪ Long hair seems
to be the main attraction
♪ But the heat is causin'
all the action
♪ Bright lights everywhere
♪ Pretty girls
with long blond hair
♪ But somehow the people
they don't care
♪ It just doesn't seem fair
♪ To buggy cause
you got long hair
♪ Even the parents
are beginning to scare
♪ Because of the sirens
♪ On the street
♪ That used to be neat
♪ But now it's just
a place for black
and white cars to race
♪ It's causing a riot
♪ It's causing a riot
♪ Bright lights everywhere
♪ Pretty girls
with long blond hair
♪ But somehow the people
they don't care
♪ It just doesn't seem fair
♪ To buggy cause
you got long hair
♪ Even the parents
are beginning to scare
♪ Because of the sirens
♪ On the streets
♪ That used to be neat
♪ But now it's just
a place for black
and white cars to race
♪ It's causing a riot
♪ It's causing a riot
♪ It's causing a riot
[CROWD APPLAUDS]
NARRATOR:
Our story starts on the campus
of an ordinary high school.
It could be in your town
or mine.
-[HONKING HORN]
-Hey, come on!
-[CONTINUES HONKING HORN]
-Come on.
NARRATOR: With ordinary kids
like yours or mine.
-Oh. Dig these new wheels.
-GRADY: Yeah.
How do you like it?
It's posh, Grady.
I love it. Love it!
What's it run on?
Gas or kerosene?
Lighter fluid. [CHUCKLES]
-You've met Liz-Ann?
-Oh, hi, Liz-Ann.
How're you doing?
-Hey, who's the wild one?
-Oh, well, this is Andy.
Uh, she's new here.
She just got here last month.
-GRADY: Andy who?
-Dollier.
Oh. Hey, well jump in,
I'll give you'll a ride home.
-Come on.
-Okay, great.
Come on, hop in.
You want a lift, Andy?
No, thank you.
I'll take the bus.
Hey! I just got a great idea.
Let's all go
to Pandora's Box tonight.
-Crazy.
-Oh, I dig that.
You wanna come too?
Oh, I think
I should stay home.
Oh, come on.
You can make it, Andy.
It's a ball.
Okay. Would you pick me up
at Liz-Ann's house?
Sure. Groovy.
Right after chow.
-Okay, we'll see you later.
-[ENGINE STARTING]
-[ENGINE BACKFIRING]
-[LAUGHS]
[ENGINE BACKFIRING]
NARRATOR:
Yes, today's youngsters
are no different than we were.
When school's out.
They plan their nights out.
Their plans usually include
a trip to the Sunset Strip.
Where teenagers
and young adults,
wearing outlandish clothes
and hairdos.
From within a radius
of a 100 miles,
congregate every Friday
and Saturday night.
Walking around aimlessly.
Walking the traffic
and the sidewalks.
Much to the disapproval
of the older generation.
[ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING]
Friend comes in handy.
Doesn't he?
Right. Yeah.
-Hey.
-Mmm.
Look, I don't make
the rules, Grady.
If you want little blast
in your diet drink,
I can understand that.
What are you?
Gestapo or something?
The manager, honey.
And I've to live with
the police department.
If one of them took a sip
of your drink instead of me,
that's all, brother.
They padlock me so fast.
Minors drinking in my place.
WOMEN: [ON RADIO]
Unit 3-7. Unit 3-7. Code 459.
Possible 211.
1865, North Bare Lane.
Repeat. 1865, North Bare Lane.
Unit 3-7. Acknowledge.
Uh, Unit 3-7. Roger. Roger.
Proceeding to 1865,
North Bare Lane.
Over and out.
So, we begin another jolly,
thrilled packed evening
in kiddy land.
You said it.
[ENGINE STARTING]
[SIREN WAILING]
Let's see that, sonny. Grass.
-So, what's wrong
with smoking?
-Yeah.
It just so happens that
smoking that stuff
is against the law.
So is breaking and entering
and trespassing.
So what harm are we doing?
Who we bothering?
The landlady for one.
She called in.
No, look the only reason
grass is illegal is...
Is that the public
doesn't understand.
It's an anachronism.
Aren't we better off
sitting here than getting
hung up drunk
and cutting out on wheels
killing each other?
It's still against
the law, miss.
It's a bad law.
A little public education
and as soon as the
public understands
they'll change the law.
Sure, sure. Why don't you say
this through your hearing.
-Maybe it can do some
good with the judge.
-Yeah.
[SIREN WAILING]
I honestly can't believe
you two are my daughters.
This is what you call
a Van Nuys slumber party?
Look at you two.
Compared to you,
Dracula would look like
a fairy princess.
Where did you get
those ridiculous clothes?
You certainly
weren't wearing them
when you left home yesterday.
What did you do?
Go some place and dirty up?
Wait till I get you two home.
On second thought.
Maybe it would be a good idea
to let them keep
you here in jail.
Teach you a good lesson.
-Officer.
-Yes.
-Would you do me a favor?
-What?
Would you lock up these two
tramps and throw the key away?
Sorry lady, we already
got our hands full as it is.
Come on, you two.
I'll let your father take care
of this when we get home.
MAN: And now to another point.
You know that the merchants,
businessman
and real estate owners
are forming an association
to save Sunset Strip.
To save the Sunset Strip
from ruination,
by the invasion of long hairs.
They are petitioning
not only all the top officials
but anybody to do anything.
I've heard that, yes.
Doesn't that indicate
to you sir, that the situation
is crucial?
Well, wouldn't say
it was crucial.
Serious, may be.
I agree we have a problem,
but I think we're well able
to keep it under control.
What about advising kids,
underage kids?
Drinking, smoking marijuana,
using drugs, acids.
Would you say you have
that under control?
Mr. Stokes, I'm not pretending
these kids are little angels.
There are law infractions.
But when my men and
the Sheriff's men find such
infractions, they crack down.
You'll find quite a few
violators out there
in reception.
But these are kids,
Mr. Stokes, our sons
and our daughters.
Maybe they create
a nuisance ganging up
in one small area,
but you want me to throw
them all in jail for that?
But are you advocating
that we keep hands off?
Let 'em riot, rock busses,
destroy property,
fight an innocent passerby?
No, I don't propose
to let them or anyone
violate the law
and get away with it.
But getting together in groups
is not unlawful assembly
as long as they keep quiet
and peaceful.
When they start
disturbing the peace,
or becoming a nuisance,
or the things that
you mentioned.
Then they constitute
unlawful assembly.
Then they're in violation
and that's when my men
will move in.
That I can assure you,
Mr. Stokes.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
I've got lot of work to do.
Thank you.
That concludes our interview,
ladies and gentlemen
with Walt Lorimer
of the Hollywood division.
Good evening.
Thanks, Walt.
Interview will be on the air.
You're welcome to it.
FRANK:
Watch the camera on the door.
Good night.
Coffee, Walt?
Yeah, Frank.
Thanks, I need it.
You try to use a little
restrain and common sense
they tell you to crackdown.
Then you move in,
lean a little, they scream,
"police brutality."
That's about it.
Put on a badge and there's
just one thing sure.
-You can't win.
-Yeah.
[EXHALES]
♪
-MAN 1: Right not fights!
-[INDISTINCT CHATTERS]
Right not fights!
Right not fights!
-Right not fights!
-MAN 2: Live and let live.
Right not fights!
-Right not fights!
-Live and let live.
[SCATTERED CLAPPING]
Right not fights!
-Right not fights!
-Live and let live.
-Right not fights!
-Live and let live.
-Right not fights!
-Live and let live.
-Right not fights!
-Live and let live.
[SCATTERED CLAPPING]
Hey, wait a minute.
What are you doing here?
-We came to demonstrate.
-You can't demonstrate here.
MAN 1: Why not?
Hey, hey hold it.
What gives here?
This cat won't let us in.
MAN 3: We're full up,
you know.
We didn't come to enjoy,
we came to demonstrate.
[INDISTINCT]
Dig that scene, huh?
You want bread, man?
We're demonstrating
for all of us.
Oh, well, then why don't you
demonstrate out in the street?
You want to
demonstrate it here,
cuff off the cover.
What are you,
a big for the establishment?
He sure is!
Hi. I'm with you.
No, I'm not. We paid $5
to get in here and drove
all the way from Gardena.
-Big deal...
-You and your costs...
Get out of here!
I'm with you, Perry.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
[SIREN WAILING]
Oh, time to cut out.
Let's split. Come on.
-Hear that?
-Well, I know
the way out of here.
Well, you just follow me
and hang tight.
[WOMAN SHOUTING]
Well, not kind of late,
aren't you sport?
Come on out of the car.
Come on here young lady.
Hey, you guys aren't gonna
give us a stuff about curfew
again, are you?
That depends.
Let's see your ID, please.
You too.
Well, I'm afraid you are.
Oh, look, if you think we had
anything to do with that jazz
in there, you're wrong.
We didn't say anything
about that jazz in there.
Come on over there
and put your hands
on the hood.
Come on.
And you young lady, your ID?
I don't drive.
What's your name?
Elizabeth Ann Barbrey.
They call me Liz-Ann.
And your friend?
I don't drive either.
What's your name?
Andrea.
Andrea Dollier.
My friends call me Andy.
What makes you think
they're your friend?
How old are you kids?
-Seventeen.
-Seventeen.
Which one's Phillip Coller.
And he must be Grady Toss.
Well, well, well. What's this?
My old man's gonna
blow his mind.
-Here are the names, Harry.
-Thank you, Dick.
-Uh, Grady Toss.
-Here.
-Phillip Coller.
-Me.
-Elizabeth Ann Barbrey.
-Yes.
And Andrea Dollier.
Now just give me
the phone number of homes
and your parents
will be called and they
can come and collect you.
PHILLIP: All right.
Mine is Crestview 50703.
LIZ-ANN: Crestview 57565.
GRADY: 8768819.
Don't call now my old man's
is never home at night.
Okay, you three kids
go over there.
You, Miss Dollier.
-Yes, sir.
-We need your phone number.
-What?
-Your parent's phone number?
I have to see a phone book.
All right. Let's get
a phone book and let her call.
Yes, sir.
Book these three
for inciting a riot.
That includes you.
The rest of you just wait here
for your parents.
Mom, we were just
dancing this time.
[HORNS HONKING]
I'm so sorry to have
bothered you, Mrs. Tweedy.
Oh, it's no bother
at all, Andy.
It's so good seeing you
after all this time.
How long has it been?
-It's been 4 years,
three months and two days.
-I know.
I'll admit, it was a surprise
a phone call from you
after all that time.
I didn't know
who else to call.
Now, what direction?
Where are you living now?
Oh, I wouldn't ask you
to take me home.
-Oh, it's no trouble.
-No, please, just take me
to the nearest bus stop.
-But...
-That'll be fine.
[SMACKS LIPS AND SIGHS]
It's no trouble, Andy.
I've been enough trouble
as it is, to everyone.
You're not any trouble, Andy.
Big deal, tough guys
with your badges and guns.
Picking on little kids who
ought to have a little fun.
Why don't you go
after some real criminals?
Like gangsters and mobsters,
they're strangling
this country.
Maybe a few murderers.
Nah, you're too chicken
for that. Stir up a little too
much grease around here.
-Oh, Pop, will you cool it?
-Don't you tell me to cool it.
Dragging me 40 miles from
my garage in the middle
of the night to come out
and get you out of the clink.
Peace officers!
Why you jokers couldn't keep
peace in an old lady's
church social.
OFFICER: All right, mister.
Do us a favor
and take your boy home
and yourself, too.
Walt?
Come on, Walt,
let's go home.
All the dear parents showed.
Something's wrong.
Maybe we ought to ask
for a bonus...
All this new business.
Hey, you got any plans?
What do you mean?
Just because I'm a bachelor
doesn't mean...
I mean, Helen just called in.
Asked me to bring you home
for a snack.
No, no. Strike that.
Let the record show
she ordered me to bring you.
Helen. You got
a rare one there, Frank.
-Pick of the litter.
-Will you come quietly or
shall I bring out the cuffs?
[CHUCKLES]
When do you advice
of my rights?
[LAUGHS] What rights?
When woman like Helen
cracks the whip,
none of us has any.
[DOG BARKING]
Oh, there you are, finally.
What kind of a daughter
are you?
Staying out half of the night.
Doing god knows what.
Suppose I'd needed
you for something.
Did you ever think about that?
Get in here.
You want me to get to
my death, standing here?
Get in here! Get in here.
The parents, they're the
ones we should be busting.
You must remember, Frank,
that a lot of these children
come from broken homes.
Like Walt's daughter, Andy.
Helen, not now, please.
It's all right, Frank.
It's all right.
It's been a long time now,
I'm getting kinda used it.
It's been four years
since you've seen,
Marge or Andy.
-Mmm.
-FRANK: Helen, please.
The only contact I have
with them now is when
I send the support checks
to the court and they
forward them somewhere.
You mean you don't even
know where they're living?
No. What difference
would it make? They don't
want to see me anyway.
I saw Andy.
Oh, when?
-HELEN: Tonight.
-Tonight, where?
At the station house,
your station house.
She came to see me
and I wasn't there?
HELEN: No, Walt.
Why didn't she wait?
Walt you don't understand,
she didn't come to see you.
-Helen please...
-Frank, I know what I'm doing.
When we first came
from England
and you joined the force,
while everybody else
was making fun of you,
it was Walt, who helped us.
Well, I think he
needs a friend now
and we're here to...
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What are you two trying
to talk about?
Well, Walt. Helen asked
me to bring you home
tonight because...
Well, because she wanted
to tell you about Andy and...
What about Andy?
Something happened to her?
Was she in an accident?
One of you tell me something?
Andy was picked up
near Pandora's Box.
Just a curfew violation.
[SIGHS] Well,
she should've seen me anyway.
You're the last one
she'd ask for. She called me.
It's funny. Before her mother
and I split up.
Andy and I were so close.
But why did she call you
instead of her mother?
I don't know, Walt?
I only know your
little girl needs help.
She needs someone.
She either can't or
won't turn to her mother.
She tell you where she lives?
No. She wouldn't let me
take her home.
Just to the bust stop,
no further.
Well, it's easy to find out.
Being in the police department
has some advantages.
Have you ever tried before?
Uh, you know I haven't.
I didn't want
to stick my nose in
where I wasn't wanted.
Helen, I'm glad
you stuck your nose in.
[CHUCKLES]
Grady, you're not grounded.
No. My old man was
so bugged at the cops,
he forgot to pull my wheel.
Then we'll make
the Strip scene again.
Its what's happening.
-Oh, crazy.
-Groovy, huh, doll?
I don't think, I can make it.
I mean after what
happened last time.
You mean being picked up
by the cops?
Curfew violation,
that's nothing.
Oh, it's like the missiles,
once you had them
they never bother you again.
I know. But it's not that.
It's just...
Just don't count on me.
I'll see you later.
It's that bad, huh?
At home, I mean.
-Well, you know how it is?
-Try to make it, though. Huh?
-If you can,
give me a call okay?
-Okay.
GRADY: Well, it's too bad.
Cute little fox like that
all crazy mixed up.
-What's her bag, anyway?
-It's not her, honey.
It's the old lady.
-She's a juicer.
-Oh, what a drag.
It's worse than we eat.
Grown-ups, you can't leave
them out of your sight
for minute.
What about her old man?
Is he on the juice, too?
Who knows,
he's the invisible man.
You mean nobody's ever
seen him before?
For that you'll get a high IQ.
-High IQ, too.
-[CHUCKLES]
Let's split.
[ENGINE BACKFIRING]
What do you propose, Walt?
What's your solution?
Everybody would like to know.
The whole city,
the whole world
for that matter.
I don't have a solution.
That's hard to take, Lorimer.
You are the assigned
watch officer.
And theoretically,
you're responsible for law
enforcement on the Strip.
-Theoretically?
-Yes.
And we're more or less forced
to entrust our well being
our business future
and keeping
of the peace to you.
We aren't allowed to take
the law in our own hands.
-You're darn right,
you aren't.
-[CHUCKLES]
Might be interesting,
don't you think?
Can you just picture
a group of vigilantes
on the Strip,
armed with barer shears?
And after we grab the few
of these goldy locks boys,
and fix 'em up
with crew cuts,
I'll bet you they'd all
take to the hills.
Uh, what about a few baths?
Maybe we'll get some
shoes for their feet.
No, no.
Now, let's not be sadistic.
And that would
solve the problem,
wouldn't it?
Chase the kids off the Strip.
And you could make another
mint in your fancy antique
shop and plush restaurant.
Then we're supposed to sit
quietly while these creeps
drive us out of business.
Look, we were in business
long before you ever
heard of the Strip,
and the taxes we paid.
Then you and others
come along and open up
these filthy little dives
for these young morons
and our business
is shut to hell.
And where are these morons
are supposed to go
to have a little fun if not
the filthy dives like mine?
What are they supposed to do?
Sit home and watch television
while their parents are out
making the town?
Well, they don't have
to ruin the Strip!
You just don't know
what you're talking!
-Who doesn't know what
they're talking?
-You don't!
All right. All right.
Let's not lose our heads.
I'm sure Mr. Rosh
and Mr. Arnow,
aren't proposing
that we start pushing
these kids around.
Of course,
we could use tear gas,
beat them up.
Use hand grenades
or, uh, riot guns.
You gentlemen do have your
rights and I'm sure you've
been hurt by what's happening,
but we've got to remember
that these are kids.
Not anarchist or armed mobs.
Our sons and daughters.
Maybe they're
a little mixed up,
but so were we at their age.
-We came out of it, all right.
-So will these kids.
What do we do in the meantime?
Well, I've got an idea, Perry.
You send these some
of the kids to me,
I'd like to talk to them.
AYNSLEY: Talk to them?
Who understands
their language?
[MAN CHUCKLES]
How about it, Perry?
-I'll be glad to.
-Good.
Maybe we'll find out
what these kids want.
Explain our problems
and you gentlemen's problems.
You really believe
you can talk sense
with those kooks?
If they had any sense,
do you think they'd
act like that,
dress like that,
live like that?
Wear the hair like that?
I don't honestly know.
All we can do is try.
The kids and I will cooperate.
I promise you that.
If you'll excuse me.
-Well.
-Ah. I told you there
was no use coming here.
He's living in a dream world.
Now, we've to get
signature on petitions
buttonhole everybody we know.
-Do something.
-That's right.
[SIGHS]
You know, I just wonder
how many of those kids
out there on the street,
really know what a good friend
they've got in Walt.
So basically what you're
asking for is the change
in the curfew law
from 10:00 p.m.
to midnight. Right?
-Just on weekends.
-Friday and Saturdays.
During the week,
10:00 p.m. is all right.
-For six months.
-Six months?
To give us a chance to prove
that we are responsible.
And that's what these
demonstration are all about?
PERRY: There are other things.
Kids should be allowed
to go to their cars
unmolested at curfew.
Let them talk, Perry,
that's why they're here.
Go on, I'm listening.
Like he said,
we want the police
to change their attitude.
They don't have to act like
private servants for the
Sunset Strip Establishment.
And when we're
questioned by police,
we want to be treated
like anyone else.
An enforcement based
on law of violation,
not length of hair,
manner of dress
or economic conditions.
You go to college?
I'm in my third year,
straight A's.
I see.
Anything else?
-No, that's about it.
-Basically.
Well, the points
concerning my men
I can do something about it,
provided the kids stay
in line, stay out of trouble.
We're working in that.
Our own police force.
With arm bands to keep order.
To assist the police, sir.
Well, just see you don't
take the law into your hands.
Because the curfew
that's not in my department,
it's a local ordinance.
Which is hurting my business.
That's not the
problem here, Perry.
I'll see what I can do
to follow through,
in the meantime keep
a lid on the kids.
I think we can straighten
this thing out.
We can kip the lid on the kids
but can you hold your
police in line?
I'll do my best,
that's all I can promise.
Okay, thank you
very much, sir.
-Keep an eye on them, Perry.
-I'll try.
MARGE: Is that you, Andy?
I want to talk to you.
Okay.
Oh, Mom, you promised me
you wouldn't. Not tonight.
Tonight was supposed
to be some kind of a test.
Eh, I know hon, I tried.
I really did.
But you know
all I've gone through.
It's too much for anybody.
And if you're any kind
of a daughter,
you'd try having
a little sympathy.
You'd try and have.
Forget it.
STOKES: [ON TELEVISION]
At the beleaguered Sunset
Strip area girded itself
an anticipation of another
troubled weekend.
Police and Sheriff's deputies
all over the city and county,
were put on standby alert.
It was made public today that
merchants groups
and realty associations
were demanding a crackdown,
stern measures.
But enforcement authorities
were still asking
for calm conciliation.
For instance, Walt Lorimer,
head of the Hollywood
division of police,
interviewed a few days ago,
told me...
Well, wouldn't say
it was crucial.
Serious, may be.
I agree we have a problem
but I think we're well able
to keep it under control.
But these are kids,
our sons, our daughters.
Maybe they create
a nuisance ganging up
in one small...
[SWITCHES OFF]
Daughters.
Liz-Ann.
Andy.
Are you still making
the Strip scene?
What time could you
pick me up?
I'll change, too.
[ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING]
Come on!
Whoo!
Whoo!
Here's your blood money.
Come on, people.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
Hey, there's Herbie.
We're livin'.
Well, now we'll see
where the action is.
Who's Herbie?
A movie star's son
with plenty of bread
and no one at home
to crack down.
-No mother?
-Lots of them.
His old man's been
married six times.
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
And so I told this guy,
I said...
-LIZ-ANN: Hi, Herbie.
-Hi.
Oh, her. This, uh,
this chick here is Andy.
It's nice meeting you, Herb.
Nice meeting you.
Oh, birdie, uh, fly away.
Come on, let's groove.
Why don't you sit down?
Listen, I was about
to tell you, Herb...
-Hiya, Grady.
-Hey when did they
let you out?
Well, I'll tell you, come.
-Hey, you jerk!
-Hey!
-Cool it Ben, not in here.
-That's not happening
in here, man.
We'll have none
of that in here,
so cool it or get out.
I'll take two, all right?
Charge it.
Hey, man.
This place is a drag.
They got their own gestapo.
Well, they're trying to stop
the cops from busting joint.
What do I know.
Well, I could care less.
[GIGGLES]
-GRADY: What's happening?
-Wait till you hear.
-Let's just see.
-Cool it. Listen to Herbie.
Hey, Donnie's got a place
set for a freak out.
Let's make it.
A freak out?
What about the acid?
HERBIE: Don't worry about
that man, I came ready to fly.
-GRADY: Groovy,
I'll get my wheels.
-Don't need 'em. It's a drag.
-Well, then let's fly.
-[CHUCKLES]
Come on, beautiful.
Freak out.
What are you waiting for?
I don't know.
There's something
about your friend, Herbie.
You ever freaked out?
It's a ball.
You mean, you've never
been on a trip.
No.
Come on, Alice in Wonderland,
you haven't lived.
Let's make it.
WALT: No. No, thank you.
I'll call you later.
[DOOR OPENS]
How's it going out there?
Strange enough, quiet.
Here take a look.
A brawl started a while ago
at Pandora's,
liked they promised,
the kids stopped it.
At least they kept their word.
I only wish,
I could keep mine.
What good was it for me
to write the city hall,
the big shots,
the county,
all the politicians I know.
I can't even get 'em on this.
I don't understand.
Don't they care,
don't they give.
Who knows. Who knows.
It's a pressure from guys
like Aynsley and Arnow and...
And others probably.
Frank, there's only
one answer.
They not only don't want
those kids making trouble
on the Strip,
these don't want
them there, period.
They'd rather have it
bust wide open,
give them an excuse
to clear 'em out of there
for good.
Well, that's pretty
cold blooded.
Do you think of
a better answer?
I can't.
I've been sitting there
nearly going crazy trying.
Well, at least we have a quiet
night for a change.
Yeah, quiet, very. [CHUCKLES]
Have some coffee.
Thanks.
[SNAPS FINGERS]
Well, what do you know?
Company, come on in.
Yes. Come right in.
MAN: Don't mind if I join.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
Now, this is really
a wild setup.
[LAUGHS] Come on. Whoo-hoo!
-[LAUGHS]
-[SHRIEKS]
-Bring her over here, come on.
-[SHRIEKS]
[ALL TALKING AT ONCE]
Hey, put some songs
on the hi-fi, will you?
And make it something way out.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION
AND LAUGHING]
MAN: I'm telling you
what a party!
♪
Don't worry about a thing.
You want to have a ball.
Eh, this is really bust, man.
I got some joints
just in case.
Oh, listen that's your bag,
baby, but tonight we have
the milky way.
Wow.
-[MUSIC STOPS]
-[WOMEN CHUCKLING]
[MUSIC RESUMES]
Ow!
Why don't you cool a
cigarette? They're hot.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
-That's okay.
Aren't you warm?
Yes, I am.
Hey, Donnie,
take this and fly it away.
Sure.
Well, you're next, groovy.
Sugar? No, thank you.
Liz-Ann.
She's got to be putting me on.
She really isn't, Herbie.
She's never been
tripping before.
It's the acid, sweety.
That's how you do it,
on a cube of sugar.
I know. No, thank you.
What is she doing
at this clambake anyway?
What'd she think
we're gonna do?
Play post office?
Don't look at me.
I don't know
any more than you.
-Pretty much of a drag, no?
-Hmm?
Just chalk it up as research.
A night out with the weirdos.
I don't think you're weird.
Then we blew it again,
because we try
very hard to be.
Now who's putting who on?
Touche.
But just to show you
there's no hard feeling.
I brought a drink.
Don't let it bug you,
it's harmless.
It's diet drink.
No calories, nothing.
Won't even make
you pass, so help me.
I was thirsty.
♪
[GIGGLING]
4-5-9, proceeding
to 1862, Diego Drive.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
Uh-uh, little chump.
-Now, wait a minute.
-Who do you think set her up?
The soda pop?
Grass is faster,
acid is like lightning, now.
Oh.
Yeah, but...
[LIZ-ANN GIGGLING]
You're so beautiful.
No.
[LAUGHING]
[LAUGHS]
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Come on in you guys.
You're late.
What took you so long?
[INDISTINCT]
Come here.
-Where? Where?
-Upstairs.
Ah! See you later.
-Maybe we'd better report in.
-Yeah.
Unit 3-7. Unit 3-7, over.
-[KNOCKS]
-FRANK: Come in.
Thanks, Fred.
Well, it's happened.
They stepped way
out of line tonight.
Neighbors phoned in,
some kids broke into
a house in Diego Drive.
Our unit's is there now,
waiting for instruction.
-It's confirmed?
-There's a party going on.
-Shall I tell 'em to bust it?
-No. No, not yet.
You and I'd better be there.
If those kids are
high enough or wild enough,
things might happen.
You mean our boys
might rough them up a little.
It's not only that,
I just don't want
this incident to add fuel
to the fire.
-I'll get the car.
-All right.
Our car.
No, no. Board Lorimer's car.
Oh, Walt. What's up?
-I haven't the slightest idea.
-Well can I tag along.
-No, no, not this trip.
-Well, why not.
I'll tell all about it
when I get back.
Sergeant.
♪
Hmm, Lorimer himself, huh?
-Anything happened?
-No, Sarge,
no one got in or out.
Remember now, these are kids.
I don't have anybody
to have excuse to yell,
police brutality.
So, keep your guns
in your houses,
and no stick work.
Anybody gets hurt,
then you'll answer to me
personally, you hear?
MAN: Yes, sir.
[WHISTLES]
The heat's out front.
-MAN: Kill the lights!
-Out the back way.
-They spotted us.
-Let's go!
Remember what I said?
-[LAUGHING]
-Liz-Ann, come on!
[CONTINUES LAUGHING]
[SHRIEKS AND LAUGHS]
[CONTINUES LAUGHING]
Where's everybody else?
We're too late.
They got out the back.
-Well, this one sure
been turned on.
-Yeah.
Now, hold her out here.
I wanna go see what
Tweedy's got inside.
Frank.
Frank, where are you?
FRANK: Hold it.
I'm coming down.
What's happened?
What's the matter with you?
One of us...
One of our guys hurt a kid?
Not one of us.
Well, tell me
what the score is.
I don't how to tell you.
I wish didn't have to.
-Walt, don't go out there.
-Don't be ridiculous.
Walt, you can't do any good
out there, please!
Andy?
Is that you?
Andy, you're here?
What happened?
What do you think happened?
Are you all right?
Am I all right?
[SOFTLY] Oh, you're funny.
You're funny!
[LAUGHS]
What's the matter with you?
Stop it!
Stop it, I said!
I wanna know what happened?
I'll tell you what happened.
Five boys have been here,
with me.
With you?
I got sick and tired
of being alone.
What do you care?
You know that's not true.
It isn't?
You're forgetting,
I'm your father.
No, I'm not forgetting.
But you have.
-Andy I...
-Please.
Get out of here.
-But...
-Look, you left me alone
for four years.
Now, let's keep it that way.
Walt, the ambulance is here.
They won't get away
with it, Frank. Any of them.
What... What's happening?
So, this is her friend, huh?
Young lady, I don't know
how much you know about cops.
But that's our boss's
daughter upstairs.
Andy's father, a cop?
[GIGGLES]
She never let on.
So I'm warning you,
if you know what's good for,
you'll co-operate
with us every way.
Take her in the car.
[LAUGHING]
I'll call you back.
Walter, what's all this talk,
I hear?
Bunch of kids breaking
into a house.
An acid party,
some girl being raped.
Stokes, why don't you
just disappear. Vanish.
Look, what's eating you?
I'm trying to do my job
the same as you do yours.
Only the public's got
a right to know.
Let me know as soon
as my wife calls.
All right, Sergeant.
-Everything quiet?
-Just like Beverly Hills.
Hey, you wanna
stay here tonight?
Sure.
Herbert Harley,
Donald Itsam.
I got a warrant here
for your arrest,
requested by the Los Angeles
police department.
What's the charge?
Breaking and entering,
misuse of private property,
creating a disturbance, rape.
Rape? Oh, is that
what she said?
Listen, that little trick
was asking for it.
She was begging.
The only trouble is, sonny,
she wasn't old enough,
to ask or beg.
You ever hear a jailbait?
Well, you're gonna fine out
what it means.
One question, sir.
Who was the Rat Fink
that put the finger on us?
Does it make any difference
where you're going?
Now, I'm required by law
to advice you of your rights.
You don't have
to make any statement.
Anything you say now
may later be used as
evidence against you.
You're entitled
to legal representation.
If you can't afford to pay,
a lawyer will be provided
at public expense.
-[SCOFFS] Crazy.
-Wow.
All right, George. Let's go.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
Any word from the hospital?
Not yet.
Walt will you please,
please stop driving
yourself crazy.
What else can I expect?
Her mother's more to blame
than you are.
There's nothing you
could have done.
Will you get that
through you head?
-Where are you going?
-Where father belongs.
Then get you chin up
off the floor for Andy's sake,
will you?
Yeah. Yeah, I got it.
I'll get right back to you.
Oh, sir.
Three rape suspects
are at the hospital
for the girl to identify.
But the doctor say,
she shouldn't be
disturbed yet.
So, the men wanna know,
do they keep them at the
hospital or book them?
Bring them in and book them.
What's the big rush, anyway?
Walt?
Walt.
[WHISTLES]
General Hospital. Code three.
[SIREN WAILING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Yes, I'll tell Dr. Hanes.
Thank you.
Working the late shift again,
Mr. Lorimer?
No. I, uh...
I have a daughter here.
Probably using her mother's
maiden name, Dollier.
Andrea Dollier?
Yes, I'll call.
-MAN 1: Man, what a hang up.
-[MAN 2 LAUGHS]
Can you imagine him pinching
us for something like this?
-It's crazy.
-Yeah.
MAN 3: What makes
this chick any different
than the rest of them?
You lousy, filthy, scum.
You punks...
Get the orderly. Hurry up.
FRANK: Walt.
Walt.
Walt!
This is Walt Lorimer,
head of the Hollywood
division. I'll handle it.
I'm sorry, Frank.
When I say those
punks acting like...
Like nothing
happened after the...
After what they did
to my daughter.
I couldn't help myself,
no father could.
I heard that, Lorimer.
I'm gonna have to quote you.
Don't you have any feelings?
Don't you know what they
did to my daughter?
They raped her.
She not even 18
and they fed her drugs
and they raped her.
The whole bunch of them!
My god.
You have to report this,
I suppose.
It's news.
And even if I didn't,
you think those kids
aren't gonna spill their guts.
I just know they will.
Tell Walt, I'm sorry.
What have I done?
Suppose I've been
carrying my gun.
Sir, you can see
your daughter now.
Thank you.
In there, room 133.
What are you waiting for?
You have to see her, you know.
After what I've just done.
Well, don't think about that.
Think about Andy.
She needs help.
A lot of help I can give her.
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
Come in.
Andy, you're up.
Should you be?
What happened to me
isn't usually fatal.
I, uh, guess you heard
what just happened.
Who could help but hear it?
The whole hospital heard.
It's par for the course.
I don't think I deserve that,
not from you anyway.
I'm sorry but I don't
have any medals.
Look, Andy, what I did,
I did because I thought...
Well, I was wrong.
You thought.
Your thoughts ever
where they should've been?
Wait a minute.
Maybe I'm a little thick,
but what is this?
What difference does it make?
I wanna know.
Oh, sure. Now.
Where were you before?
How come this sudden
concern over me?
Beating up some kids
because I said they took
advantage of me.
Knowing what happened to you
I lost control of myself.
Would it made any difference
if it'd been another girl?
What were you doing?
Playing hero?
Or just feeling guilty
because you haven't
even bothered
to see me all these years.
When your mother moved away
she never told me where...
Oh, come on.
You of all people
could've found out...
Didn't care.
Too busy making speeches
on television.
Andy, I... I do.
Say, Walt... Hi, Andy.
Say, Walt,
I'm sorry to interrupt.
But all hell is about
to break loose out the Strip.
-Huh?
-Radio and TV are full
of what happened here.
That started it. You better
get out there, we're gonna
have our hands full.
What can I...
What are you going to do?
Turn in your badge?
Resign?
Resign?
Well, sure.
Isn't that the easy way?
Haven't you always run away
from responsibility?
Look, Andy, I know, I...
I understand how you feel
but you're wrong.
'Cause God is my judge,
you're wrong.
[CHUCKLES] I'm wrong?
Honey, I really liked
to talk about this.
Can I come back later?
Right now there's
not enough time.
That's just it.
There never was enough time.
I don't wanna talk about it.
Not now, not later,
not anytime.
Just forget it!
STOKES: [ON TELEVISION]
We have just returned from
General Hospital.
And the news of Walt Lorimer's
assault on three
of the rape suspects
has spread like wild fire
on the Strip.
Juveniles on their way home
are reported thronging back
to the West Hollywood area.
Crowds and the youth night...
are chatting defiance
of curfew regulations,
and refusing to move aside
on police instructions.
Special police and
Sheriff deputies
in record numbers
are being mobilized
and dispatched
to the beleaguered
Sunset Strip area.
The irony is that,
Walter Lorimer,
was known all over the city
as the enemy of violence
and the best friend
of the boys and girls.
If I were Mr. Lorimer,
the last place I'd
be seen tonight
is on Sunset Strip.
-Today in Washington...
-[TURNS OFF TV]
How'd it go, uh, with Andy?
Could've been worse.
I better get out on the Strip
and try to hold it down.
After the way I lectured,
"No brutality. No violence."
Then they see something
happen personally, and...
They know how much I really
believe in what I preach.
Thanks very much, Helen,
for...
-Come on, Frank.
-See you.
[PHONE RINGS]
This should answer that cop.
Let's see.
Maxine, that's telling him.
Well, this will show him, too.
Eh, that's not bad.
Wait till you see this one.
"We want peace not police."
-Hey that rhymes.
-That's a real groove,
ain't it?
-Yeah.
-You ought to make
a career out of that.
You mean,
I ought to become a poet?
-No. A house painter.
-Aw.
-Forget her, pal.
She don't dig realism.
-[CHUCKLES]
-Where did you learn
to print like that, anyway?
-Why?
-Because there'll be TV
cameras all over the Strip.
-Oh.
Hey, let's not hassle
among ourselves.
Save that for the police.
[INDISTINCT PROTESTS]
AYNSLEY: Well, chum,
tonight is really tonight.
It's kind of a shame.
Yeah, it's the best thing
that could have happened.
How else could we
get rid of those kooks
once and for all?
After what those punks
did to that girl,
they've lost all
public sympathy.
Now, the cops and
the deputies won't have
to hold anything back.
Well, I just hope
nobody gets hurt.
Well, they're bound
to lay the wood
through a few heads.
But isn't it worth it? Hmm?
[CHUCKLES]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
[INDISTINCT PROTESTS]
-Curtis. Pritchard.
-Yes, sir.
You're handling this
just right. Good work.
Frank.
[INDISTINCT PROTESTS]
-Break it up. Everybody
18 and under, hold.
-♪
Let's go either in or out.
Come on, let's go.
Break it up. Let's go.
Move along. Come on,
get through this area.
Come on, let's go.
Break it up.
Let's go. Clear out.
Come on, move along.
Let's go.
Come on, break it up.
Good evening, sir.
How are you, Sergeant?
How is it going?
[CROWS CLAMORING]
Well, if that's all it is,
it's all right, Sergeant.
Just keep it that way.
MAN: Come on, let's go.
You gotta clear this area.
It's not worth it now.
No, trouble. Let's go.
Move along.
Clear the area. Let's go.
Come on, let's go.
Move it out.
Come on, let's go.
♪
Girls, your identification,
please.
Both of you,
sit there and wait.
[INDISTINCT PROTESTS]
-Well, that's a gestapo.
-Lorimer, you lousy cop!
Don't you touch that kid!
Just put him in the wagon.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
I saw what you did
on the Strip, on television.
They discharge you
from the hospital, did they?
They wanted to take me home.
You're all right, aren't you?
Dad, didn't you hear
what I said?
They wanted to take me home.
Yes, I heard you.
I didn't want to go.
I'm glad.
Dad, the things I said
at the hospital...
How's your mother? I mean...
I know. Pretty bad.
My car's out front, come on,
I'll take you home with me.
Don't you have any work to do?
Oh, the Strip's under control,
the kids are all gone.
[CHUCKLES]
Where will they go now?
I only wish I knew.
NARRATOR:
That is the question.
You can close down
their clubs,
impose curfew, arrest them.
Punish their
neglectful parents.
But one fact remain,
soon half the world's
population will be under
25 years of age.
They must go somewhere.
Where will they go?
What will they do?
Ladies and gentlemen,
everyone under 18 must
be off the street by 10:00,
or be subject to arrest.
All right, move it.
Do not block the sidewalk.
[LAUGHING]
...everybody under 18
must be off the streets
or subject to arrest.
All right, you kids.
Break it up.
NARRATOR: These are not
dangerous revolutionaries,
in a beleaguered city
under martial law.
These are teenagers
on the Sunset Strip
in Los Angeles, California.
On a peaceful night.
Irresponsible, wild, beat,
protest youths.
But nowhere to go,
nothing to do,
no goal in life.
Just searching for one thing
they've demanded
throughout the ages.
Right of self-expression,
and recognition.
What you see here is happening
all over the world.
And in every country
the question is the same.
What to do about
the youth problem?
Officer, it's getting
worse every night.
I've never seen such riffraff.
Now the authority's ought
to do something about it.
I'm sick and tired of it.
[BAND PLAYING
ROCK 'N ROLL MUSIC]
♪ I'm going down
to the strip tonight
♪ I'm not on a stay
home trip tonight
♪ Long hair seems
to be the main attraction
♪ But the heat is causin'
all the action
♪ Bright lights everywhere
♪ Pretty girls
with long blond hair
♪ But somehow the people
they don't care
♪ It just doesn't seem fair
♪ To buggy cause
you got long hair
♪ Even the parents
are beginning to scare
♪ Because of the sirens
♪ On the street
♪ That used to be neat
♪ But now it's just
a place for black
and white cars to race
♪ It's causing a riot
♪ It's causing a riot
♪ Bright lights everywhere
♪ Pretty girls
with long blond hair
♪ But somehow the people
they don't care
♪ It just doesn't seem fair
♪ To buggy cause
you got long hair
♪ Even the parents
are beginning to scare
♪ Because of the sirens
♪ On the streets
♪ That used to be neat
♪ But now it's just
a place for black
and white cars to race
♪ It's causing a riot
♪ It's causing a riot
♪ It's causing a riot
[CROWD APPLAUDS]
NARRATOR:
Our story starts on the campus
of an ordinary high school.
It could be in your town
or mine.
-[HONKING HORN]
-Hey, come on!
-[CONTINUES HONKING HORN]
-Come on.
NARRATOR: With ordinary kids
like yours or mine.
-Oh. Dig these new wheels.
-GRADY: Yeah.
How do you like it?
It's posh, Grady.
I love it. Love it!
What's it run on?
Gas or kerosene?
Lighter fluid. [CHUCKLES]
-You've met Liz-Ann?
-Oh, hi, Liz-Ann.
How're you doing?
-Hey, who's the wild one?
-Oh, well, this is Andy.
Uh, she's new here.
She just got here last month.
-GRADY: Andy who?
-Dollier.
Oh. Hey, well jump in,
I'll give you'll a ride home.
-Come on.
-Okay, great.
Come on, hop in.
You want a lift, Andy?
No, thank you.
I'll take the bus.
Hey! I just got a great idea.
Let's all go
to Pandora's Box tonight.
-Crazy.
-Oh, I dig that.
You wanna come too?
Oh, I think
I should stay home.
Oh, come on.
You can make it, Andy.
It's a ball.
Okay. Would you pick me up
at Liz-Ann's house?
Sure. Groovy.
Right after chow.
-Okay, we'll see you later.
-[ENGINE STARTING]
-[ENGINE BACKFIRING]
-[LAUGHS]
[ENGINE BACKFIRING]
NARRATOR:
Yes, today's youngsters
are no different than we were.
When school's out.
They plan their nights out.
Their plans usually include
a trip to the Sunset Strip.
Where teenagers
and young adults,
wearing outlandish clothes
and hairdos.
From within a radius
of a 100 miles,
congregate every Friday
and Saturday night.
Walking around aimlessly.
Walking the traffic
and the sidewalks.
Much to the disapproval
of the older generation.
[ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING]
Friend comes in handy.
Doesn't he?
Right. Yeah.
-Hey.
-Mmm.
Look, I don't make
the rules, Grady.
If you want little blast
in your diet drink,
I can understand that.
What are you?
Gestapo or something?
The manager, honey.
And I've to live with
the police department.
If one of them took a sip
of your drink instead of me,
that's all, brother.
They padlock me so fast.
Minors drinking in my place.
WOMEN: [ON RADIO]
Unit 3-7. Unit 3-7. Code 459.
Possible 211.
1865, North Bare Lane.
Repeat. 1865, North Bare Lane.
Unit 3-7. Acknowledge.
Uh, Unit 3-7. Roger. Roger.
Proceeding to 1865,
North Bare Lane.
Over and out.
So, we begin another jolly,
thrilled packed evening
in kiddy land.
You said it.
[ENGINE STARTING]
[SIREN WAILING]
Let's see that, sonny. Grass.
-So, what's wrong
with smoking?
-Yeah.
It just so happens that
smoking that stuff
is against the law.
So is breaking and entering
and trespassing.
So what harm are we doing?
Who we bothering?
The landlady for one.
She called in.
No, look the only reason
grass is illegal is...
Is that the public
doesn't understand.
It's an anachronism.
Aren't we better off
sitting here than getting
hung up drunk
and cutting out on wheels
killing each other?
It's still against
the law, miss.
It's a bad law.
A little public education
and as soon as the
public understands
they'll change the law.
Sure, sure. Why don't you say
this through your hearing.
-Maybe it can do some
good with the judge.
-Yeah.
[SIREN WAILING]
I honestly can't believe
you two are my daughters.
This is what you call
a Van Nuys slumber party?
Look at you two.
Compared to you,
Dracula would look like
a fairy princess.
Where did you get
those ridiculous clothes?
You certainly
weren't wearing them
when you left home yesterday.
What did you do?
Go some place and dirty up?
Wait till I get you two home.
On second thought.
Maybe it would be a good idea
to let them keep
you here in jail.
Teach you a good lesson.
-Officer.
-Yes.
-Would you do me a favor?
-What?
Would you lock up these two
tramps and throw the key away?
Sorry lady, we already
got our hands full as it is.
Come on, you two.
I'll let your father take care
of this when we get home.
MAN: And now to another point.
You know that the merchants,
businessman
and real estate owners
are forming an association
to save Sunset Strip.
To save the Sunset Strip
from ruination,
by the invasion of long hairs.
They are petitioning
not only all the top officials
but anybody to do anything.
I've heard that, yes.
Doesn't that indicate
to you sir, that the situation
is crucial?
Well, wouldn't say
it was crucial.
Serious, may be.
I agree we have a problem,
but I think we're well able
to keep it under control.
What about advising kids,
underage kids?
Drinking, smoking marijuana,
using drugs, acids.
Would you say you have
that under control?
Mr. Stokes, I'm not pretending
these kids are little angels.
There are law infractions.
But when my men and
the Sheriff's men find such
infractions, they crack down.
You'll find quite a few
violators out there
in reception.
But these are kids,
Mr. Stokes, our sons
and our daughters.
Maybe they create
a nuisance ganging up
in one small area,
but you want me to throw
them all in jail for that?
But are you advocating
that we keep hands off?
Let 'em riot, rock busses,
destroy property,
fight an innocent passerby?
No, I don't propose
to let them or anyone
violate the law
and get away with it.
But getting together in groups
is not unlawful assembly
as long as they keep quiet
and peaceful.
When they start
disturbing the peace,
or becoming a nuisance,
or the things that
you mentioned.
Then they constitute
unlawful assembly.
Then they're in violation
and that's when my men
will move in.
That I can assure you,
Mr. Stokes.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
I've got lot of work to do.
Thank you.
That concludes our interview,
ladies and gentlemen
with Walt Lorimer
of the Hollywood division.
Good evening.
Thanks, Walt.
Interview will be on the air.
You're welcome to it.
FRANK:
Watch the camera on the door.
Good night.
Coffee, Walt?
Yeah, Frank.
Thanks, I need it.
You try to use a little
restrain and common sense
they tell you to crackdown.
Then you move in,
lean a little, they scream,
"police brutality."
That's about it.
Put on a badge and there's
just one thing sure.
-You can't win.
-Yeah.
[EXHALES]
♪
-MAN 1: Right not fights!
-[INDISTINCT CHATTERS]
Right not fights!
Right not fights!
-Right not fights!
-MAN 2: Live and let live.
Right not fights!
-Right not fights!
-Live and let live.
[SCATTERED CLAPPING]
Right not fights!
-Right not fights!
-Live and let live.
-Right not fights!
-Live and let live.
-Right not fights!
-Live and let live.
-Right not fights!
-Live and let live.
[SCATTERED CLAPPING]
Hey, wait a minute.
What are you doing here?
-We came to demonstrate.
-You can't demonstrate here.
MAN 1: Why not?
Hey, hey hold it.
What gives here?
This cat won't let us in.
MAN 3: We're full up,
you know.
We didn't come to enjoy,
we came to demonstrate.
[INDISTINCT]
Dig that scene, huh?
You want bread, man?
We're demonstrating
for all of us.
Oh, well, then why don't you
demonstrate out in the street?
You want to
demonstrate it here,
cuff off the cover.
What are you,
a big for the establishment?
He sure is!
Hi. I'm with you.
No, I'm not. We paid $5
to get in here and drove
all the way from Gardena.
-Big deal...
-You and your costs...
Get out of here!
I'm with you, Perry.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
[SIREN WAILING]
Oh, time to cut out.
Let's split. Come on.
-Hear that?
-Well, I know
the way out of here.
Well, you just follow me
and hang tight.
[WOMAN SHOUTING]
Well, not kind of late,
aren't you sport?
Come on out of the car.
Come on here young lady.
Hey, you guys aren't gonna
give us a stuff about curfew
again, are you?
That depends.
Let's see your ID, please.
You too.
Well, I'm afraid you are.
Oh, look, if you think we had
anything to do with that jazz
in there, you're wrong.
We didn't say anything
about that jazz in there.
Come on over there
and put your hands
on the hood.
Come on.
And you young lady, your ID?
I don't drive.
What's your name?
Elizabeth Ann Barbrey.
They call me Liz-Ann.
And your friend?
I don't drive either.
What's your name?
Andrea.
Andrea Dollier.
My friends call me Andy.
What makes you think
they're your friend?
How old are you kids?
-Seventeen.
-Seventeen.
Which one's Phillip Coller.
And he must be Grady Toss.
Well, well, well. What's this?
My old man's gonna
blow his mind.
-Here are the names, Harry.
-Thank you, Dick.
-Uh, Grady Toss.
-Here.
-Phillip Coller.
-Me.
-Elizabeth Ann Barbrey.
-Yes.
And Andrea Dollier.
Now just give me
the phone number of homes
and your parents
will be called and they
can come and collect you.
PHILLIP: All right.
Mine is Crestview 50703.
LIZ-ANN: Crestview 57565.
GRADY: 8768819.
Don't call now my old man's
is never home at night.
Okay, you three kids
go over there.
You, Miss Dollier.
-Yes, sir.
-We need your phone number.
-What?
-Your parent's phone number?
I have to see a phone book.
All right. Let's get
a phone book and let her call.
Yes, sir.
Book these three
for inciting a riot.
That includes you.
The rest of you just wait here
for your parents.
Mom, we were just
dancing this time.
[HORNS HONKING]
I'm so sorry to have
bothered you, Mrs. Tweedy.
Oh, it's no bother
at all, Andy.
It's so good seeing you
after all this time.
How long has it been?
-It's been 4 years,
three months and two days.
-I know.
I'll admit, it was a surprise
a phone call from you
after all that time.
I didn't know
who else to call.
Now, what direction?
Where are you living now?
Oh, I wouldn't ask you
to take me home.
-Oh, it's no trouble.
-No, please, just take me
to the nearest bus stop.
-But...
-That'll be fine.
[SMACKS LIPS AND SIGHS]
It's no trouble, Andy.
I've been enough trouble
as it is, to everyone.
You're not any trouble, Andy.
Big deal, tough guys
with your badges and guns.
Picking on little kids who
ought to have a little fun.
Why don't you go
after some real criminals?
Like gangsters and mobsters,
they're strangling
this country.
Maybe a few murderers.
Nah, you're too chicken
for that. Stir up a little too
much grease around here.
-Oh, Pop, will you cool it?
-Don't you tell me to cool it.
Dragging me 40 miles from
my garage in the middle
of the night to come out
and get you out of the clink.
Peace officers!
Why you jokers couldn't keep
peace in an old lady's
church social.
OFFICER: All right, mister.
Do us a favor
and take your boy home
and yourself, too.
Walt?
Come on, Walt,
let's go home.
All the dear parents showed.
Something's wrong.
Maybe we ought to ask
for a bonus...
All this new business.
Hey, you got any plans?
What do you mean?
Just because I'm a bachelor
doesn't mean...
I mean, Helen just called in.
Asked me to bring you home
for a snack.
No, no. Strike that.
Let the record show
she ordered me to bring you.
Helen. You got
a rare one there, Frank.
-Pick of the litter.
-Will you come quietly or
shall I bring out the cuffs?
[CHUCKLES]
When do you advice
of my rights?
[LAUGHS] What rights?
When woman like Helen
cracks the whip,
none of us has any.
[DOG BARKING]
Oh, there you are, finally.
What kind of a daughter
are you?
Staying out half of the night.
Doing god knows what.
Suppose I'd needed
you for something.
Did you ever think about that?
Get in here.
You want me to get to
my death, standing here?
Get in here! Get in here.
The parents, they're the
ones we should be busting.
You must remember, Frank,
that a lot of these children
come from broken homes.
Like Walt's daughter, Andy.
Helen, not now, please.
It's all right, Frank.
It's all right.
It's been a long time now,
I'm getting kinda used it.
It's been four years
since you've seen,
Marge or Andy.
-Mmm.
-FRANK: Helen, please.
The only contact I have
with them now is when
I send the support checks
to the court and they
forward them somewhere.
You mean you don't even
know where they're living?
No. What difference
would it make? They don't
want to see me anyway.
I saw Andy.
Oh, when?
-HELEN: Tonight.
-Tonight, where?
At the station house,
your station house.
She came to see me
and I wasn't there?
HELEN: No, Walt.
Why didn't she wait?
Walt you don't understand,
she didn't come to see you.
-Helen please...
-Frank, I know what I'm doing.
When we first came
from England
and you joined the force,
while everybody else
was making fun of you,
it was Walt, who helped us.
Well, I think he
needs a friend now
and we're here to...
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What are you two trying
to talk about?
Well, Walt. Helen asked
me to bring you home
tonight because...
Well, because she wanted
to tell you about Andy and...
What about Andy?
Something happened to her?
Was she in an accident?
One of you tell me something?
Andy was picked up
near Pandora's Box.
Just a curfew violation.
[SIGHS] Well,
she should've seen me anyway.
You're the last one
she'd ask for. She called me.
It's funny. Before her mother
and I split up.
Andy and I were so close.
But why did she call you
instead of her mother?
I don't know, Walt?
I only know your
little girl needs help.
She needs someone.
She either can't or
won't turn to her mother.
She tell you where she lives?
No. She wouldn't let me
take her home.
Just to the bust stop,
no further.
Well, it's easy to find out.
Being in the police department
has some advantages.
Have you ever tried before?
Uh, you know I haven't.
I didn't want
to stick my nose in
where I wasn't wanted.
Helen, I'm glad
you stuck your nose in.
[CHUCKLES]
Grady, you're not grounded.
No. My old man was
so bugged at the cops,
he forgot to pull my wheel.
Then we'll make
the Strip scene again.
Its what's happening.
-Oh, crazy.
-Groovy, huh, doll?
I don't think, I can make it.
I mean after what
happened last time.
You mean being picked up
by the cops?
Curfew violation,
that's nothing.
Oh, it's like the missiles,
once you had them
they never bother you again.
I know. But it's not that.
It's just...
Just don't count on me.
I'll see you later.
It's that bad, huh?
At home, I mean.
-Well, you know how it is?
-Try to make it, though. Huh?
-If you can,
give me a call okay?
-Okay.
GRADY: Well, it's too bad.
Cute little fox like that
all crazy mixed up.
-What's her bag, anyway?
-It's not her, honey.
It's the old lady.
-She's a juicer.
-Oh, what a drag.
It's worse than we eat.
Grown-ups, you can't leave
them out of your sight
for minute.
What about her old man?
Is he on the juice, too?
Who knows,
he's the invisible man.
You mean nobody's ever
seen him before?
For that you'll get a high IQ.
-High IQ, too.
-[CHUCKLES]
Let's split.
[ENGINE BACKFIRING]
What do you propose, Walt?
What's your solution?
Everybody would like to know.
The whole city,
the whole world
for that matter.
I don't have a solution.
That's hard to take, Lorimer.
You are the assigned
watch officer.
And theoretically,
you're responsible for law
enforcement on the Strip.
-Theoretically?
-Yes.
And we're more or less forced
to entrust our well being
our business future
and keeping
of the peace to you.
We aren't allowed to take
the law in our own hands.
-You're darn right,
you aren't.
-[CHUCKLES]
Might be interesting,
don't you think?
Can you just picture
a group of vigilantes
on the Strip,
armed with barer shears?
And after we grab the few
of these goldy locks boys,
and fix 'em up
with crew cuts,
I'll bet you they'd all
take to the hills.
Uh, what about a few baths?
Maybe we'll get some
shoes for their feet.
No, no.
Now, let's not be sadistic.
And that would
solve the problem,
wouldn't it?
Chase the kids off the Strip.
And you could make another
mint in your fancy antique
shop and plush restaurant.
Then we're supposed to sit
quietly while these creeps
drive us out of business.
Look, we were in business
long before you ever
heard of the Strip,
and the taxes we paid.
Then you and others
come along and open up
these filthy little dives
for these young morons
and our business
is shut to hell.
And where are these morons
are supposed to go
to have a little fun if not
the filthy dives like mine?
What are they supposed to do?
Sit home and watch television
while their parents are out
making the town?
Well, they don't have
to ruin the Strip!
You just don't know
what you're talking!
-Who doesn't know what
they're talking?
-You don't!
All right. All right.
Let's not lose our heads.
I'm sure Mr. Rosh
and Mr. Arnow,
aren't proposing
that we start pushing
these kids around.
Of course,
we could use tear gas,
beat them up.
Use hand grenades
or, uh, riot guns.
You gentlemen do have your
rights and I'm sure you've
been hurt by what's happening,
but we've got to remember
that these are kids.
Not anarchist or armed mobs.
Our sons and daughters.
Maybe they're
a little mixed up,
but so were we at their age.
-We came out of it, all right.
-So will these kids.
What do we do in the meantime?
Well, I've got an idea, Perry.
You send these some
of the kids to me,
I'd like to talk to them.
AYNSLEY: Talk to them?
Who understands
their language?
[MAN CHUCKLES]
How about it, Perry?
-I'll be glad to.
-Good.
Maybe we'll find out
what these kids want.
Explain our problems
and you gentlemen's problems.
You really believe
you can talk sense
with those kooks?
If they had any sense,
do you think they'd
act like that,
dress like that,
live like that?
Wear the hair like that?
I don't honestly know.
All we can do is try.
The kids and I will cooperate.
I promise you that.
If you'll excuse me.
-Well.
-Ah. I told you there
was no use coming here.
He's living in a dream world.
Now, we've to get
signature on petitions
buttonhole everybody we know.
-Do something.
-That's right.
[SIGHS]
You know, I just wonder
how many of those kids
out there on the street,
really know what a good friend
they've got in Walt.
So basically what you're
asking for is the change
in the curfew law
from 10:00 p.m.
to midnight. Right?
-Just on weekends.
-Friday and Saturdays.
During the week,
10:00 p.m. is all right.
-For six months.
-Six months?
To give us a chance to prove
that we are responsible.
And that's what these
demonstration are all about?
PERRY: There are other things.
Kids should be allowed
to go to their cars
unmolested at curfew.
Let them talk, Perry,
that's why they're here.
Go on, I'm listening.
Like he said,
we want the police
to change their attitude.
They don't have to act like
private servants for the
Sunset Strip Establishment.
And when we're
questioned by police,
we want to be treated
like anyone else.
An enforcement based
on law of violation,
not length of hair,
manner of dress
or economic conditions.
You go to college?
I'm in my third year,
straight A's.
I see.
Anything else?
-No, that's about it.
-Basically.
Well, the points
concerning my men
I can do something about it,
provided the kids stay
in line, stay out of trouble.
We're working in that.
Our own police force.
With arm bands to keep order.
To assist the police, sir.
Well, just see you don't
take the law into your hands.
Because the curfew
that's not in my department,
it's a local ordinance.
Which is hurting my business.
That's not the
problem here, Perry.
I'll see what I can do
to follow through,
in the meantime keep
a lid on the kids.
I think we can straighten
this thing out.
We can kip the lid on the kids
but can you hold your
police in line?
I'll do my best,
that's all I can promise.
Okay, thank you
very much, sir.
-Keep an eye on them, Perry.
-I'll try.
MARGE: Is that you, Andy?
I want to talk to you.
Okay.
Oh, Mom, you promised me
you wouldn't. Not tonight.
Tonight was supposed
to be some kind of a test.
Eh, I know hon, I tried.
I really did.
But you know
all I've gone through.
It's too much for anybody.
And if you're any kind
of a daughter,
you'd try having
a little sympathy.
You'd try and have.
Forget it.
STOKES: [ON TELEVISION]
At the beleaguered Sunset
Strip area girded itself
an anticipation of another
troubled weekend.
Police and Sheriff's deputies
all over the city and county,
were put on standby alert.
It was made public today that
merchants groups
and realty associations
were demanding a crackdown,
stern measures.
But enforcement authorities
were still asking
for calm conciliation.
For instance, Walt Lorimer,
head of the Hollywood
division of police,
interviewed a few days ago,
told me...
Well, wouldn't say
it was crucial.
Serious, may be.
I agree we have a problem
but I think we're well able
to keep it under control.
But these are kids,
our sons, our daughters.
Maybe they create
a nuisance ganging up
in one small...
[SWITCHES OFF]
Daughters.
Liz-Ann.
Andy.
Are you still making
the Strip scene?
What time could you
pick me up?
I'll change, too.
[ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING]
Come on!
Whoo!
Whoo!
Here's your blood money.
Come on, people.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
Hey, there's Herbie.
We're livin'.
Well, now we'll see
where the action is.
Who's Herbie?
A movie star's son
with plenty of bread
and no one at home
to crack down.
-No mother?
-Lots of them.
His old man's been
married six times.
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
And so I told this guy,
I said...
-LIZ-ANN: Hi, Herbie.
-Hi.
Oh, her. This, uh,
this chick here is Andy.
It's nice meeting you, Herb.
Nice meeting you.
Oh, birdie, uh, fly away.
Come on, let's groove.
Why don't you sit down?
Listen, I was about
to tell you, Herb...
-Hiya, Grady.
-Hey when did they
let you out?
Well, I'll tell you, come.
-Hey, you jerk!
-Hey!
-Cool it Ben, not in here.
-That's not happening
in here, man.
We'll have none
of that in here,
so cool it or get out.
I'll take two, all right?
Charge it.
Hey, man.
This place is a drag.
They got their own gestapo.
Well, they're trying to stop
the cops from busting joint.
What do I know.
Well, I could care less.
[GIGGLES]
-GRADY: What's happening?
-Wait till you hear.
-Let's just see.
-Cool it. Listen to Herbie.
Hey, Donnie's got a place
set for a freak out.
Let's make it.
A freak out?
What about the acid?
HERBIE: Don't worry about
that man, I came ready to fly.
-GRADY: Groovy,
I'll get my wheels.
-Don't need 'em. It's a drag.
-Well, then let's fly.
-[CHUCKLES]
Come on, beautiful.
Freak out.
What are you waiting for?
I don't know.
There's something
about your friend, Herbie.
You ever freaked out?
It's a ball.
You mean, you've never
been on a trip.
No.
Come on, Alice in Wonderland,
you haven't lived.
Let's make it.
WALT: No. No, thank you.
I'll call you later.
[DOOR OPENS]
How's it going out there?
Strange enough, quiet.
Here take a look.
A brawl started a while ago
at Pandora's,
liked they promised,
the kids stopped it.
At least they kept their word.
I only wish,
I could keep mine.
What good was it for me
to write the city hall,
the big shots,
the county,
all the politicians I know.
I can't even get 'em on this.
I don't understand.
Don't they care,
don't they give.
Who knows. Who knows.
It's a pressure from guys
like Aynsley and Arnow and...
And others probably.
Frank, there's only
one answer.
They not only don't want
those kids making trouble
on the Strip,
these don't want
them there, period.
They'd rather have it
bust wide open,
give them an excuse
to clear 'em out of there
for good.
Well, that's pretty
cold blooded.
Do you think of
a better answer?
I can't.
I've been sitting there
nearly going crazy trying.
Well, at least we have a quiet
night for a change.
Yeah, quiet, very. [CHUCKLES]
Have some coffee.
Thanks.
[SNAPS FINGERS]
Well, what do you know?
Company, come on in.
Yes. Come right in.
MAN: Don't mind if I join.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
Now, this is really
a wild setup.
[LAUGHS] Come on. Whoo-hoo!
-[LAUGHS]
-[SHRIEKS]
-Bring her over here, come on.
-[SHRIEKS]
[ALL TALKING AT ONCE]
Hey, put some songs
on the hi-fi, will you?
And make it something way out.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION
AND LAUGHING]
MAN: I'm telling you
what a party!
♪
Don't worry about a thing.
You want to have a ball.
Eh, this is really bust, man.
I got some joints
just in case.
Oh, listen that's your bag,
baby, but tonight we have
the milky way.
Wow.
-[MUSIC STOPS]
-[WOMEN CHUCKLING]
[MUSIC RESUMES]
Ow!
Why don't you cool a
cigarette? They're hot.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
-That's okay.
Aren't you warm?
Yes, I am.
Hey, Donnie,
take this and fly it away.
Sure.
Well, you're next, groovy.
Sugar? No, thank you.
Liz-Ann.
She's got to be putting me on.
She really isn't, Herbie.
She's never been
tripping before.
It's the acid, sweety.
That's how you do it,
on a cube of sugar.
I know. No, thank you.
What is she doing
at this clambake anyway?
What'd she think
we're gonna do?
Play post office?
Don't look at me.
I don't know
any more than you.
-Pretty much of a drag, no?
-Hmm?
Just chalk it up as research.
A night out with the weirdos.
I don't think you're weird.
Then we blew it again,
because we try
very hard to be.
Now who's putting who on?
Touche.
But just to show you
there's no hard feeling.
I brought a drink.
Don't let it bug you,
it's harmless.
It's diet drink.
No calories, nothing.
Won't even make
you pass, so help me.
I was thirsty.
♪
[GIGGLING]
4-5-9, proceeding
to 1862, Diego Drive.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
Uh-uh, little chump.
-Now, wait a minute.
-Who do you think set her up?
The soda pop?
Grass is faster,
acid is like lightning, now.
Oh.
Yeah, but...
[LIZ-ANN GIGGLING]
You're so beautiful.
No.
[LAUGHING]
[LAUGHS]
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Come on in you guys.
You're late.
What took you so long?
[INDISTINCT]
Come here.
-Where? Where?
-Upstairs.
Ah! See you later.
-Maybe we'd better report in.
-Yeah.
Unit 3-7. Unit 3-7, over.
-[KNOCKS]
-FRANK: Come in.
Thanks, Fred.
Well, it's happened.
They stepped way
out of line tonight.
Neighbors phoned in,
some kids broke into
a house in Diego Drive.
Our unit's is there now,
waiting for instruction.
-It's confirmed?
-There's a party going on.
-Shall I tell 'em to bust it?
-No. No, not yet.
You and I'd better be there.
If those kids are
high enough or wild enough,
things might happen.
You mean our boys
might rough them up a little.
It's not only that,
I just don't want
this incident to add fuel
to the fire.
-I'll get the car.
-All right.
Our car.
No, no. Board Lorimer's car.
Oh, Walt. What's up?
-I haven't the slightest idea.
-Well can I tag along.
-No, no, not this trip.
-Well, why not.
I'll tell all about it
when I get back.
Sergeant.
♪
Hmm, Lorimer himself, huh?
-Anything happened?
-No, Sarge,
no one got in or out.
Remember now, these are kids.
I don't have anybody
to have excuse to yell,
police brutality.
So, keep your guns
in your houses,
and no stick work.
Anybody gets hurt,
then you'll answer to me
personally, you hear?
MAN: Yes, sir.
[WHISTLES]
The heat's out front.
-MAN: Kill the lights!
-Out the back way.
-They spotted us.
-Let's go!
Remember what I said?
-[LAUGHING]
-Liz-Ann, come on!
[CONTINUES LAUGHING]
[SHRIEKS AND LAUGHS]
[CONTINUES LAUGHING]
Where's everybody else?
We're too late.
They got out the back.
-Well, this one sure
been turned on.
-Yeah.
Now, hold her out here.
I wanna go see what
Tweedy's got inside.
Frank.
Frank, where are you?
FRANK: Hold it.
I'm coming down.
What's happened?
What's the matter with you?
One of us...
One of our guys hurt a kid?
Not one of us.
Well, tell me
what the score is.
I don't how to tell you.
I wish didn't have to.
-Walt, don't go out there.
-Don't be ridiculous.
Walt, you can't do any good
out there, please!
Andy?
Is that you?
Andy, you're here?
What happened?
What do you think happened?
Are you all right?
Am I all right?
[SOFTLY] Oh, you're funny.
You're funny!
[LAUGHS]
What's the matter with you?
Stop it!
Stop it, I said!
I wanna know what happened?
I'll tell you what happened.
Five boys have been here,
with me.
With you?
I got sick and tired
of being alone.
What do you care?
You know that's not true.
It isn't?
You're forgetting,
I'm your father.
No, I'm not forgetting.
But you have.
-Andy I...
-Please.
Get out of here.
-But...
-Look, you left me alone
for four years.
Now, let's keep it that way.
Walt, the ambulance is here.
They won't get away
with it, Frank. Any of them.
What... What's happening?
So, this is her friend, huh?
Young lady, I don't know
how much you know about cops.
But that's our boss's
daughter upstairs.
Andy's father, a cop?
[GIGGLES]
She never let on.
So I'm warning you,
if you know what's good for,
you'll co-operate
with us every way.
Take her in the car.
[LAUGHING]
I'll call you back.
Walter, what's all this talk,
I hear?
Bunch of kids breaking
into a house.
An acid party,
some girl being raped.
Stokes, why don't you
just disappear. Vanish.
Look, what's eating you?
I'm trying to do my job
the same as you do yours.
Only the public's got
a right to know.
Let me know as soon
as my wife calls.
All right, Sergeant.
-Everything quiet?
-Just like Beverly Hills.
Hey, you wanna
stay here tonight?
Sure.
Herbert Harley,
Donald Itsam.
I got a warrant here
for your arrest,
requested by the Los Angeles
police department.
What's the charge?
Breaking and entering,
misuse of private property,
creating a disturbance, rape.
Rape? Oh, is that
what she said?
Listen, that little trick
was asking for it.
She was begging.
The only trouble is, sonny,
she wasn't old enough,
to ask or beg.
You ever hear a jailbait?
Well, you're gonna fine out
what it means.
One question, sir.
Who was the Rat Fink
that put the finger on us?
Does it make any difference
where you're going?
Now, I'm required by law
to advice you of your rights.
You don't have
to make any statement.
Anything you say now
may later be used as
evidence against you.
You're entitled
to legal representation.
If you can't afford to pay,
a lawyer will be provided
at public expense.
-[SCOFFS] Crazy.
-Wow.
All right, George. Let's go.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
Any word from the hospital?
Not yet.
Walt will you please,
please stop driving
yourself crazy.
What else can I expect?
Her mother's more to blame
than you are.
There's nothing you
could have done.
Will you get that
through you head?
-Where are you going?
-Where father belongs.
Then get you chin up
off the floor for Andy's sake,
will you?
Yeah. Yeah, I got it.
I'll get right back to you.
Oh, sir.
Three rape suspects
are at the hospital
for the girl to identify.
But the doctor say,
she shouldn't be
disturbed yet.
So, the men wanna know,
do they keep them at the
hospital or book them?
Bring them in and book them.
What's the big rush, anyway?
Walt?
Walt.
[WHISTLES]
General Hospital. Code three.
[SIREN WAILING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Yes, I'll tell Dr. Hanes.
Thank you.
Working the late shift again,
Mr. Lorimer?
No. I, uh...
I have a daughter here.
Probably using her mother's
maiden name, Dollier.
Andrea Dollier?
Yes, I'll call.
-MAN 1: Man, what a hang up.
-[MAN 2 LAUGHS]
Can you imagine him pinching
us for something like this?
-It's crazy.
-Yeah.
MAN 3: What makes
this chick any different
than the rest of them?
You lousy, filthy, scum.
You punks...
Get the orderly. Hurry up.
FRANK: Walt.
Walt.
Walt!
This is Walt Lorimer,
head of the Hollywood
division. I'll handle it.
I'm sorry, Frank.
When I say those
punks acting like...
Like nothing
happened after the...
After what they did
to my daughter.
I couldn't help myself,
no father could.
I heard that, Lorimer.
I'm gonna have to quote you.
Don't you have any feelings?
Don't you know what they
did to my daughter?
They raped her.
She not even 18
and they fed her drugs
and they raped her.
The whole bunch of them!
My god.
You have to report this,
I suppose.
It's news.
And even if I didn't,
you think those kids
aren't gonna spill their guts.
I just know they will.
Tell Walt, I'm sorry.
What have I done?
Suppose I've been
carrying my gun.
Sir, you can see
your daughter now.
Thank you.
In there, room 133.
What are you waiting for?
You have to see her, you know.
After what I've just done.
Well, don't think about that.
Think about Andy.
She needs help.
A lot of help I can give her.
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
Come in.
Andy, you're up.
Should you be?
What happened to me
isn't usually fatal.
I, uh, guess you heard
what just happened.
Who could help but hear it?
The whole hospital heard.
It's par for the course.
I don't think I deserve that,
not from you anyway.
I'm sorry but I don't
have any medals.
Look, Andy, what I did,
I did because I thought...
Well, I was wrong.
You thought.
Your thoughts ever
where they should've been?
Wait a minute.
Maybe I'm a little thick,
but what is this?
What difference does it make?
I wanna know.
Oh, sure. Now.
Where were you before?
How come this sudden
concern over me?
Beating up some kids
because I said they took
advantage of me.
Knowing what happened to you
I lost control of myself.
Would it made any difference
if it'd been another girl?
What were you doing?
Playing hero?
Or just feeling guilty
because you haven't
even bothered
to see me all these years.
When your mother moved away
she never told me where...
Oh, come on.
You of all people
could've found out...
Didn't care.
Too busy making speeches
on television.
Andy, I... I do.
Say, Walt... Hi, Andy.
Say, Walt,
I'm sorry to interrupt.
But all hell is about
to break loose out the Strip.
-Huh?
-Radio and TV are full
of what happened here.
That started it. You better
get out there, we're gonna
have our hands full.
What can I...
What are you going to do?
Turn in your badge?
Resign?
Resign?
Well, sure.
Isn't that the easy way?
Haven't you always run away
from responsibility?
Look, Andy, I know, I...
I understand how you feel
but you're wrong.
'Cause God is my judge,
you're wrong.
[CHUCKLES] I'm wrong?
Honey, I really liked
to talk about this.
Can I come back later?
Right now there's
not enough time.
That's just it.
There never was enough time.
I don't wanna talk about it.
Not now, not later,
not anytime.
Just forget it!
STOKES: [ON TELEVISION]
We have just returned from
General Hospital.
And the news of Walt Lorimer's
assault on three
of the rape suspects
has spread like wild fire
on the Strip.
Juveniles on their way home
are reported thronging back
to the West Hollywood area.
Crowds and the youth night...
are chatting defiance
of curfew regulations,
and refusing to move aside
on police instructions.
Special police and
Sheriff deputies
in record numbers
are being mobilized
and dispatched
to the beleaguered
Sunset Strip area.
The irony is that,
Walter Lorimer,
was known all over the city
as the enemy of violence
and the best friend
of the boys and girls.
If I were Mr. Lorimer,
the last place I'd
be seen tonight
is on Sunset Strip.
-Today in Washington...
-[TURNS OFF TV]
How'd it go, uh, with Andy?
Could've been worse.
I better get out on the Strip
and try to hold it down.
After the way I lectured,
"No brutality. No violence."
Then they see something
happen personally, and...
They know how much I really
believe in what I preach.
Thanks very much, Helen,
for...
-Come on, Frank.
-See you.
[PHONE RINGS]
This should answer that cop.
Let's see.
Maxine, that's telling him.
Well, this will show him, too.
Eh, that's not bad.
Wait till you see this one.
"We want peace not police."
-Hey that rhymes.
-That's a real groove,
ain't it?
-Yeah.
-You ought to make
a career out of that.
You mean,
I ought to become a poet?
-No. A house painter.
-Aw.
-Forget her, pal.
She don't dig realism.
-[CHUCKLES]
-Where did you learn
to print like that, anyway?
-Why?
-Because there'll be TV
cameras all over the Strip.
-Oh.
Hey, let's not hassle
among ourselves.
Save that for the police.
[INDISTINCT PROTESTS]
AYNSLEY: Well, chum,
tonight is really tonight.
It's kind of a shame.
Yeah, it's the best thing
that could have happened.
How else could we
get rid of those kooks
once and for all?
After what those punks
did to that girl,
they've lost all
public sympathy.
Now, the cops and
the deputies won't have
to hold anything back.
Well, I just hope
nobody gets hurt.
Well, they're bound
to lay the wood
through a few heads.
But isn't it worth it? Hmm?
[CHUCKLES]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
[INDISTINCT PROTESTS]
-Curtis. Pritchard.
-Yes, sir.
You're handling this
just right. Good work.
Frank.
[INDISTINCT PROTESTS]
-Break it up. Everybody
18 and under, hold.
-♪
Let's go either in or out.
Come on, let's go.
Break it up. Let's go.
Move along. Come on,
get through this area.
Come on, let's go.
Break it up.
Let's go. Clear out.
Come on, move along.
Let's go.
Come on, break it up.
Good evening, sir.
How are you, Sergeant?
How is it going?
[CROWS CLAMORING]
Well, if that's all it is,
it's all right, Sergeant.
Just keep it that way.
MAN: Come on, let's go.
You gotta clear this area.
It's not worth it now.
No, trouble. Let's go.
Move along.
Clear the area. Let's go.
Come on, let's go.
Move it out.
Come on, let's go.
♪
Girls, your identification,
please.
Both of you,
sit there and wait.
[INDISTINCT PROTESTS]
-Well, that's a gestapo.
-Lorimer, you lousy cop!
Don't you touch that kid!
Just put him in the wagon.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
I saw what you did
on the Strip, on television.
They discharge you
from the hospital, did they?
They wanted to take me home.
You're all right, aren't you?
Dad, didn't you hear
what I said?
They wanted to take me home.
Yes, I heard you.
I didn't want to go.
I'm glad.
Dad, the things I said
at the hospital...
How's your mother? I mean...
I know. Pretty bad.
My car's out front, come on,
I'll take you home with me.
Don't you have any work to do?
Oh, the Strip's under control,
the kids are all gone.
[CHUCKLES]
Where will they go now?
I only wish I knew.
NARRATOR:
That is the question.
You can close down
their clubs,
impose curfew, arrest them.
Punish their
neglectful parents.
But one fact remain,
soon half the world's
population will be under
25 years of age.
They must go somewhere.
Where will they go?
What will they do?