[Lyric] Rebel Without A Cause Script (Warner Brothers)

[The camera pans away as the figures enclose him, and holds on a small mechanical monkey which has dropped from its wrappings. It begins to dance madly on the pavement, then runs down.]

[The feet of the figures scatter past the unmoving monkey. Then camera rises to show that the man has disappeared. There is a moment of awful stillness, then we see a boy coming down the street alone. He is quite drunk, and he slips once. This is JIM, a good-looking kid of seventeen with a crew-cut and wearing a good suit. The spilled packages on the pavement stop him. He bends down to see what they are and picks up the mechanical monkey from the wreckage. He smiles and winds it up. He sets it on the sidewalk and sits down. He watches it dance for a moment, happily. A siren is heard distantly, growing louder. JIM pays no attention to it as he winds the monkey again and releases it for its dance.]

[Close shot. Throbbing light of police car. Night. The siren screaming wildly, then dying. The sound of brakes. Camera moves to reveal the police car stopped at the entrance of a Precinct Station. Two officers dismount, bearing between them the struggling JIM. They bear him up the steps and in through the double doors.]

[Inside precinct station. Reception area. A large open space onto which several corridors converge. In the middle is a Sergeant's desk, really a quadrangular counter in the center of which the SERGEANT stands. There are a few glass-walked interviewing rooms which open off the area, and several benches lining the walls. The scene is one of confusion, activity and waiting. Phones ring. The arrested pass in custody of officers. Present among others at JIM's entrance are: JUDY, who is blonde and sixteen. She sits on a crowded bench wearing an expression of downcast bitterness. On a bench across the way from her are three remarkably dirty little Mexican children without shoes or socks. The oldest is a BOY of four who is protecting his little SISTER who in turn mothers an infant crying on the bench beside her. Standing at a corner of the desk is a docile, undersized boy of fifteen named JOHN "PLATO" CRAWFORD. He is shivering. With him is a large NEGRO WOMAN, his maid. JIM comes through the doors and is led to the desk. One of the officers presents a brief report to the SERGEANT, who examines it.]


SERGEANT: Mixed up in that beating on Twelfth Street?


OFFICER: No. Plain drunkenness.


SERGEANT: This says he was picked up there.


OFFICER: They had him on the carpet for an hour at Headquarters. He's clear. Plain drunkenness.

SERGEANT: Young squirt. All right--You want to lean him against something? Stand him over there.

[The officer leads JIM to JUDY's bench and stands him against
the wall beside it.]

[JIM is frisked, a look of prayer on his upturned face. The OFFICER finds the toy monkey in his pocket and would take it, but when JIM asks to keep it, the OFFICER hands it back and moves away. Another officer enters and leads the
prisoner who is sitting next to JUDY into another room. JIM sits beside her. He smiles at her but receives only a chilling look. He winds the monkey up and sets it dancing on the floor, but she is not amused. Camera pans to show others reacting to the monkey with pleasure. We see PLATO look up and smile a little.]


[RAY moves across to JUDY--camera following. He looks down at her, consults the file in his hand.]

RAY: Judy--we're ready for you now.

JUDY (a mumble): He hates me.

RAY: What?

JUDY: He hates me.

[She rises. RAY leads her to one of the glass-walled offices.
Camera moves with them. JIM watches them go.]

RAY: What makes you think he hates you, Judy?

JUDY: I don't think. I know. He looks at me like I'm the ugliest thing in the world. He doesn't like my friends--he--
[RAY leads her into the office. Inside small office as JUDY comes in, RAY following. He indicates a chair for her while he sits down behind a desk.]

JUDY (continuing): He doesn't like anything about me--he calls me--he calls me--

[She starts to cry. She doesn't hide it, but keeps wiping the tears with the palms of her hands.]
RAY: He makes you feel pretty unhappy?

JUDY (crying): He calls me a dirty tramp--my own father!

RAY: Do you think your father means that?

JUDY: Yes! No… I don't know! I mean maybe he doesn't mean it but he acts like he does. We're all together and we're going to celebrate Easter and catch a double bill. Big deal. So I put on my new dress and I came out and he--

RAY: That one?

JUDY: Yes--he started yelling for a handkerchief--screaming. He grabbed my face and he rubbed all my lipstick off--he rubbed till I thought I wouldn't have any lips left. And all the time yelling at me--that thing--the thing I told you he called me. Then I ran out of the house.

RAY: Is that why you were wandering around at one o'clock in the morning?

JUDY: I was just talking a walk. I tried to call the kids but everybody was out and I couldn't find them. I hate my life. I just hate it.

RAY: You weren't looking for company, were you?

JUDY: No.

RAY: Did you stop to talk to anyone, Judy? Do you enjoy that?
JUDY: No. I don't even know why I do it.

RAY: Do you think you can get back at your Dad that way? I mean sometimes if we can't get as close to somebody as we'd like we have to try making them jealous--so they'll have to pay attention. Did you ever think of that?

JUDY: I’ll never get close to anybody.

RAY: Some kids stomped a man on Twelfth Street, Judy.

JUDY: You know where they picked me up! Twelfth Street! I wasn't even near there!

RAY: Would you like to go home if we can arrange it?

RAY (to WOMAN OFFICER): Did you notify the parents?

WOMAN OFFICER: She wouldn't give me their number.

RAY: What's your number, Judy? We'll see if your Dad will come and get you.

[JUDY looks up hopefully.]

RAY: Unless you really don't want to go home. Would you rather stay here?

[Camera moves close on JUDY. She looks up and speaks very
quietly.]

JUDY: Lexington 05549.

[The wail of a siren is heard. JUDY looks off through the wall toward JIM. RAY is heard dialing.]

[Med. shot. JIM's bench. JIM sits with his head back, eyes closed. As the siren mounts louder, JIM opens his mouth and imitates it--a long, forlorn wail.]

[Med. shot, PLATO and NEGRO WOMAN. PLATO smiles faintly and moves out toward JIM, NEGRO WOMAN following. Camera pans with them. PLATO sits by JIM. She stands over them. JIM's wailing continues. Med. shot. JIM, PLATO, NEGRO WOMAN. An OFFICER moves into shot.

OFFICER: Hey!

[JIM continues for a moment.]

OFFICER: Hey! That's enough static out of you.

[The OFFICER moves out. The NEGRO WOMAN bends over PLATO who
is shivering violently. JIM notices him.]

JIM: Want my jacket?

[PLATO looks up at JIM.]

JIM: You want my jacket? It's warm.

[PLATO wants it but shakes his head "no.”]

[Full shot. JUDY's office. RAY and JUDY seated as before.
JUDY is still gazing through the glass.]

RAY: Your mother will be down in a few minutes, Judy--

JUDY: What?

RAY: Your mother will be down in a few minutes.

JUDY (startled): My mother?

[RAY signals to a WOMAN OFFICER just outside and leads JUDY to the door. Outside door as RAY turns JUDY over to the WOMAN OFFICER.]

RAY: She's being called for.

JUDY: You said you'd call my father.

RAY: Goodbye, Judy. Take it easy.

[JUDY doesn't answer. RAY goes back inside as camera leads the WOMAN OFFICER and JUDY past JIM's bench. Camera stops on JIM, PLATO and the NEGRO WOMAN. GENE enters and comes to the NEGRO WOMAN.]

GENE: John Crawford?

NEGRO WOMAN: Yes, sir.

GENE: Come with me, John.

[PLATO rises and goes with GENE, the NEGRO WOMAN following. JIM is alone. He closes his eyes, throws his head back and gives another siren wail as camera moves close on his face.]

MOTHER: Jim!

[JIM looks up suddenly, scared. Then he smiles mysteriously
and staggers to his feet. Low angle. Tight three. JIM's parents and grandma framed in the doorway, frozen. They are all dressed in evening clothes. The MOTHER is a very chic but rather hard-faced woman. The FATHER is an unfeathered man. The GRANDMA is the smallest, also very chic and very bright-eyed. Med. shot. JIM as he faces them.]

JIM: Happy Easter.

MOTHER: Where were you tonight? They called us at the club and I got the fright of my life!

FATHER: Where were you tonight, Jimbo?

[JIM says nothing; FATHER laughs nervously.]

JIM: You think I'm funny?

[JIM turns suddenly and walks to the glass wall of the office behind which PLATO, the NEGRO WOMAN and GENE are visible. He looks through the glass partition which separates him from PLATO.]

JIM: Why didn't you take my jacket?

[Inside office. JIM is seen through the glass. He moves away. PLATO is still shivering, cracking his knuckles.]

GENE: John? John? John? Do you have any idea why you shot those puppies, John? Is that what they call you or do you have a nickname?

PLATO: Plato.

NEGRO WOMAN: You talk to the man nice now, hear? He's going to help you.

PLATO: Nobody can help me.

GENE: Where did you get the gun?

PLATO: In my mother's drawer.

NEGRO WOMAN: She keep it to protect herself, sir. She scared without a man in the house.

GENE: Where's your mother tonight, Plato?

PLATO: She's away.

NEGRO WOMAN: Seems like she's always going somewhere. She got a sister in Chicago and she go for the holiday. She says her sister is all the family she has.
GENE: Where's your father?

[PLATO is silent.]

NEGRO WOMAN: They not together, sir. We don't see him in a long time now.

GENE: Do you hear from him, son?

[PLATO looks up as JIM and his family move into the next office. JIM smiles at PLATO, who returns it feebly, then looks away--embarrassed.]

GENE: You know if the boy ever talked to a psychiatrist?

PLATO (smiling a bit): Head-shrinker?

NEGRO WOMAN: Oh, Mrs. Crawford don't believe in them!

GENE: Well maybe she better start.

[Other office. JIM, his parents, GRANDMA and RAY are gathered in the small room. JIM is humming THE RIDE OF THE VALKRYIES to himself as if he had absolutely no interest in what is happening around him. RAY suspects this is
something more than mere disinterest, so lets the humming go on, in order to discover its real purpose. GRANDMA watches everything like a tennis match, reacting with soft little sounds of terror or astonishment or sympathy. No one pays any attention to her. For a moment no one talks. RAY watches JIM as he hums. Then the FATHER shakes his head and looks up.]

FATHER: I don't see what's so bad about taking a little drink.

RAY: You don't?

FATHER: No. I definitely don't. I did the sa--

RAY: He’s a minor, Mr. Stark, and it looks to me like he had more than a little drink.

FATHER: Say, listen--

MOTHER: Jim--don't hum.

[JIM merely rolls his eyes at her, then away--but continues
his humming.]

FATHER: I guess I cut pretty loose in my day too.

MOTHER: Really, Frank? When was that?

RAY: What about you, Jim? Got anything to say for yourself?

[JIM stops humming and shrugs.]

RAY: Not interested, huh?

[JIM shakes his head.]

MOTHER: Can't you answer? What's the matter with you anyhow?

FATHER: He's just loaded, honey.

MOTHER: I was talking to Jim.

FATHER (to RAY): Let me just explain to you--we just moved here, y'understand? The kid has no friends yet and--

JIM: Tell him why we moved here.

FATHER: Hold it, Jim.

JIM: You can't protect me.

FATHER (to JIM): You mind if I try? You have to slam the door in my face?

FATHER (to RAY): I try to get to him--what happens?

FATHER (to JIM): Don't I give you everything you want? A bicycle--you get a bicycle. A car--

JIM: You buy me many things. Thank you.

FATHER: Not just buy! You hear all this talk about not lovely your kids enough. We give you love and affection, don't we?

[Silence; JIM is fighting his emotion but his eyes grow wet.]

FATHER: Then what is it? I can't even touch you anymore but you pull away. I want to understand you. Why'd you get drunk? You must have had a reason.

[JIM stares straight ahead, trying not to listen.]

FATHER: Was it because we went to that party? You know what kind of drunken brawls those parties turn into--it's no place for kids.

MOTHER: A minute ago you said you didn't care if he drinks.

GRANDMA: He said a little drink.

JIM (exploding): You're tearing me apart!

MOTHER: What?

JIM: You say one thing and he says another and then everybody changes back--

MOTHER: That's a fine way to behave!

GRANDMA: Well you know who he takes after!

RAY: Outside, Jim. Come outside.

[RAY pushes him out the door firmly, and into office vacated by PLATO and GENE.]

RAY: Excuse us a minute?

FATHER: Sure. Sure.

[GENE's office. RAY and JIM alone.]

JIM: Someone should put poison in her epsom salts.

RAY: Grandma?

[No answer. JIM turns away from RAY.]

JIM: Get lost.

RAY: Hang loose, boy. I'm warning you.

JIM: Wash up and go home.

RAY: Big tough character. You don't kid me, pal. How come you're not wearing your boots?

[Suddenly JIM flings himself at RAY who deftly flips him past and drops him near the desk.]

RAY: Too bad you didn’t connect. You could have gone to Juvenile Hall. That's what you want, isn't it?

JIM: No.

RAY: Sure it is. You want to bug us till we have to lock you up. Why?

JIM: Leave me alone.

RAY: No.

JIM: I don't know why--!

RAY: Go on--don't give me that. Someone giving you hard looks?

JIM: I just get so--

JIM (fighting tears): Boy, sometimes the temperature goes
way up.
RAY (suddenly gentle): Okay. Okay. Let it out.

[JIM starts crying.]

RAY: You feel like you want to blow your wheels right now?

JIM: All the time! I don't know what gets into me--but I keep looking for trouble and I always--I swear you better lock me up. I'm going to smash somebody--I know it.

RAY: Try the desk.

[JIM smashes his fist against it, letting loose for a moment. RAY watches, then sits near him.]

RAY: That why you moved from the last town? 'Cause you were in trouble? You can talk about it if you want to--I know about it anyway. Routine check.

JIM: And they think they are protecting me by moving.

RAY: You were getting a good star in the wrong direction back there. Why did you do it?

JIM: Mess that kid up?

[RAY just nods.]

JIM: He called me chicken.

RAY: And your folks didn't understand?

JIM: They never do.

RAY: So then you moved?

JIM: They think I'll make friends if we move. Just move and everything'll be roses and sunshine.

RAY: But you don't think that's a solution.

[JIM is silent; he picks at his nails.]

RAY: Things pretty tough for you at home?

JIM: She eats him alive and he takes it.

[JIM stares at his family through hole in door where MOTHER and FATHER are arguing.]

JIM: What a zoo!

RAY: What?

JIM: A zoo. He always wants to be my pal, you know? But how can I give him anything when he's--I mean I love him and I don't want to hurt him--but I don't know what to do anymore except maybe die.

RAY: Pretty mixed up?

JIM: If he could--

RAY: “If he could" what? You mean your father?

JIM: I mean if he had the guts to knock Mom cold once I bet she'd be happy and I bet she'd stop picking. They make mush out of him. Just mush. One thing I know is I never want to be like him.

RAY: Chicken?

JIM: I bet you see right through me, don't you?

[RAY shrugs.]

JIM: How can anyone grow up in this circus?

RAY: You got me, Jim--but they do. Want some water?

JIM (as RAY gets a cup of water from cooler): Boy--if I had one day when I didn't have to be all confused and ashamed of everything--or I felt I belonged some place…

RAY (giving him water): Here. Look, will you do something for me? If the pot starts boiling again, will you come and see me before you get yourself in a jam? Even if you just want to talk--come in and shoot the breeze. It's easier sometimes than talking to your folks.

JIM: Okay--

RAY: Any time--day or night. You calmed down enough to go back now?

JIM (smiling): You serious?

[RAY smiles and opens the door. RAY's office as JIM comes towards his MOTHER and forces himself to kiss her.]

JIM: I’m sorry.

MOTHER: All right, darling.

[She rises and takes his arm. They start out through the door into the hall, followed by GRANDMA and FATHER.]

GRANDMA (to RAY): This was all very unfortunate, but he made a mistake and he's sorry--so we're not going to have any more trouble. He's always been a lovely boy--

JIM: Lovely! Grandma--if you tell another lie you're going to turn to stone.

RAY: Luck, Jim. Don't forget.

FATHER (offering RAY three cigars): Have some cigars.

RAY: No thanks, I don't smoke.

FATHER: Go on--Give 'em to your friends.

RAY: No--thanks, very much, Mr. Stark.

MOTHER: Frank--he doesn't want any.

[JIM grins at RAY who nods. They all leave. RAY looking after them, shakes his head and lights a cigarette. We see JIM and his family pass through the main door. As they march into the lobby and JIM grows smaller in the distance, the music comes up and out.]


[JIM’s house. JIM is in f.g. looking out through the curtains. He
smiles.]

MOTHER: Your eggs are on the table, dear.

[JIM turns from window and passes camera. Full shot JIM's dining room. The MOTHER is just settling a plate of eggs at JIM's place. They FATHER is seated, drinking coffee and looking at the newspaper. GRANDMA comes in from kitchen. JIM is neatly dressed in tie, tweed jacket and slacks.]

MOTHER: Sit down and eat--you'll be late.

JIM (approaching table): It'd stick in my throat, Mom. I'm nervous or something--

MOTHER: Well, drink your milk anyhow.

JIM (still standing; he drinks): You make any sandwiches?

FATHER: My first day of school, Mother'd make me eat and by golly I could never even swallow till recess--

MOTHER (bringing bag of lunch from buffet): There's nothing to be nervous about. Here's peanut butter and meat loaf--

[JIM makes a mouth-stuck-together-with-peanut-butter sound.]

GRANDMA: What did I tell you? Peanut butter!

MOTHER: Well, there's a thermos of orange juice and some apple-sauce cake in the wax paper to wash it down.

GRANDMA: I baked that!

JIM (kisses her cheek): Bye, Mom.

MOTHER: Goodbye, dear.

FATHER (rising): So long, young fella. Knock 'em dead, like your old man used to!

JIM: Sure--

FATHER: And listen--watch out about the pals you choose--Know what I mean? Don't let them choose you--

[But JIM is on his way out.]

[Full shot. JIM's backyard as JIM comes out of the kitchen
door into the early sunshine. JIM blinks, pauses and sees JUDY. He takes off his tie and puts it in his pocket. Then he starts across the backyard, camera panning with him to: Full shot. The Alley with JIM coming out his gate, JUDY and BEAU visible beyond. He stops again.]

JUDY: Beau! All right--go to school alone!

[She starts down the alley. BEAU skips after her and starts tightrope-walking the gutter gravel.]

JIM (calling): Hey!

[JUDY glances at him briefly, but continues. JIM follows a few yards, but on his side of the alley.]

JIM (continuing): Hey, didn't I see you before some place?

[JUDY ignores him, but something self-conscious happens to her walk. JIM runs across the alley. Med. shot. JUDY stopping as JIM enters. BEAU tight-rope walking on down the hill.]

JIM: Hi. I saw you before.

JUDY: Bully for you.

JIM: You don't have to be unfriendly.

JUDY: Now that's true!

JIM (smiling): See?

JUDY: “Life is crushing in on me."

JIM (smiling): "Life can be beautiful." Hey, I know where it was.

JUDY: Where what was.

JIM: Where I saw you. Everything going okay now? You live around here?

JUDY (relieved): Who lives?

JIM: See, I'm new. I was just getting my car. I could take you.

[The horn approaches, loud.]

JUDY: The kids take me.

JIM: Oh.

[Another angle. JIM and JUDY as the car, horn blowing, wheels into view above them and comes careening into the alley. JUDY sees it and moves a step away from JIM.]

JUDY (yelling over horn): Goodbye! See you!

[JUDY is moving toward the car. Med. shot. Car full of kids as it comes to a jolting stop near JUDY. The boys wear suede coats, leather jackets, black peggers, boots. Their clothing is not uniform--it is the air they assume which is uniform: swaggering, self-conscious, piratical. Someone is always combing his hair. The driver is BUZZ. He wears a leather jacket. With him are CHICK, a slight bespectacled lad; CRUNCH, BUZZ's first lieutenant; COOKIE, a hanger-on; GOON, a character; and the girls HELEN and MILLIE. The kids are screaming as BUZZ jams on the brakes. JUDY comes forward. JIM hangs back.]

BUZZ: Stella-a-a-a!

[JUDY comes to them quickly, smiling.]

JUDY: Steady, Marlon!

BUZZ: Wanna make the colored lights go around and around?

[JUDY and BUZZ kiss ardently and without love. JIM goes for his car.]

BUZZ: (looks after JIM then at JUDY): What's that?

JUDY: A new disease.

BUZZ: Friend of yours?

[During this JIM has gotten his car and has driven up.]

JIM: Where's University and 10th?
JUDY (pointing right): That way!

CHICK (pointing left): That way!

BUZZ (pointing up): That way!

[Simultaneously, the kids laugh wildly. The radio blares. JUDY lays her head on BUZZ's shoulder and his arm goes around her as the car zooms away. JIM looks after them a moment, then follows.]

[Close shot. Bicycle rack. Wheels spin in, one after another and drive straight into their slots. As the nearest bike moves in: Med. shot. PLATO just getting off his motor scooter. He comes forward, passes camera which pans with him then
stops--as the school is suddenly revealed. Music starts with a crash and keeps mounting through the following. PLATO sighs and moves away from us to join the parade of students filling the Main approach. Parking lot as cars scream into their places noisily. JIM gets out of one and comes forward. A motorcycle roars by, just missing him. JIM stares off and starts to move as camera pans with him to: Another angle. School. Another crash of music. JIM moves toward the parade. Full shot. Mid-way down main approach. A number of kids pass, gossiping happily as they greet each other for the first time since vacation. Camera searches over them and stops upon our special group moving toward us--BUZZ, JUDY and the rest, all abreast. Others must park at their passage or be elbowed out of the way, staring resentfully, but not daring to challenge the group's priority. PLATO runs forward, past them. Door from within bouncing from hand to hand as students enter. PLATO moves through the door and disappears in a milling of kids. JUDY enters with her group and moves on with them. Med. shot. Monitor (inside corridor). The Monitor is an athletic letter-sweater boy with an arm brassard that bears the letters "HC". Kids pour past him. JIM enters.]

[Angle shot. Corridor. Shooting past a row of steel lockers. The clash and slam of doors as kids throw in coats, pull out books and primp for the day ahead. PLATO comes to his locker, which is the nearest, and opens it. Full shot. Corridor. JIM moves toward us from the distance. Crowded at the entrance to a classroom in f.g. are JUDY and her pals. They are sneaking a smoke, passing the cigarette from one cupped hand to another. As JIM comes near, JUDY sees him. So do the others. They fold their arms across their chests and whistle "We are the girls of the institute"--all but JUDY. JIM glances at her and continues on past camera. A bell starts ringing crazily over the music. Close shot. PLATO. He is straightening his tie in the mirror. Above it, pasted to the locker door, is a still of Alan Ladd. In the mirror we can see JIM moving past. PLATO sees him too. He wheels around and stares. Long shot. JIM moving off down the corridor. PLATO is in f.g. looking after him. He slams his locker and starts
after JIM, moving at the same speed and hovering near the wall. The footsteps of the two boys echo stonily. They are alone. JIM stops at a bulletin board near a bend in the corridor. PLATO stops too. Bulletin board. JIM looking at the notices.]

[Full shot. Planetarium seen from the parking lot--a great dome crowns it--the city lies below. Camera picks up JIM's car maneuvering through the crowded lot. In b.g. a few other late-comers are dashing up steps to Planetarium. JIM drives into a small lot behind observator, parks, then runs to observatory entrance. Full shot. Lobby as JIM runs through, opens door of theater and passes inside. Long shot. Sky full of stars seen past JIM's head. Darkness. This is not our sky. It is a replica of it projected onto the dome of the Planetarium. The stars slide their tentative ways in an ever-changing pattern. One of them is much larger than the rest and increases in size as we watch. Music of the spheres is heard--a high threatening tremolo.]

LECTURER: For many days before the end of our earth people will look into the night sky and notice a star, increasingly bright and increasingly near.

[JIM looks around for a seat and passes down aisle. Seen beyond him is the projector, moving slowly, its great dumb-bell head sparkling with pin-points of light. JIM takes a seat in front row. PLATO, in the row behind him, moves over a seat to be nearer. They exchange looks. Full shot. Normal students watching intently.]

LECTURER: As this star approaches us, the weather will change. The great polar fields of the north and south will rot and divide, and the seas will turn warmer. The last of us search the heavens and stand amazed. For the stars will still be there, moving through their ancient rhythms. The familiar constellations that illuminate our night will seem as they have always seemed, eternal, unchanged and little moved by the shortness of time between our planet's birth and its demise.

[Med. shot. PLATO staring upward.]

LECTURER: Orion, the Hunter.

[PLATO looks off. Med. shot. JIM (from PLATO's angle). JIM is seated in the row ahead of PLATO. His lips are parted as he looks up.]

JIM: Boy!

PLATO (leaning forward): What?

JIM: Once you been up there, you know you been some place!

LECTURER: Gemini, the Twins.

[Two shot. JUDY and BUZZ. BUZZ has his arm around her. He is nuzzling her ear. She is blandly watching the dome.]

LECTURER: Cancer, the Crab.

[BUZZ pokes JUDY who looks at him. He curves his wrist toward her, opening and closing his first two fingers like the pincers of a crab.]

BUZZ: I’m a crab!

[She laughs. So do the others. Med. shot. JIM (PLATO behind). Seen from JUDY's angle. JIM turns at the sound of the laughter, and smiles.]

LECTURER: Taurus, the Bull.

JIM: Moo!

[He waits for approval. Angle shot. JUDY, BUZZ and group (seen from JIM's angle). He is in f.g. They are staring at him. Nobody laughs.]

CRUNCH: Yeah, moo.

BUZZ: Moo. That's real cute. Moo.

GOON: Hey, he's real rough--

CRUNCH: I bet he fights with cows.

BUZZ: Moo.

[They turn from him. JIM withers and looks front. JUDY smiles a little and looks away so the others cannot notice her amusement.]

LECTURER: Sagittarius and Aries--all as they have ever been.

[PLATO leans in and touches JIM's shoulder, lightly at first, then harder. JIM turns to him.]

PLATO: You shouldn't monkey with him.

JIM: What?

PLATO: He's a wheel. So's she. It's hard to make friends with them.

JIM: I don't want to make friends.

[He turns back, unhappy at having revealed himself. Another shot. JUDY, BUZZ, CRUNCH. JIM seen in b.g. The kids are whispering among themselves and pointing at JIM, who looks up and notices. He is getting uncomfortable.]

LECTURER: And while the flash of our beginning has not yet traveled the light years into distance--

[Full shot. The dome. The star rushes nearer, looming larger and larger. The music rises in tension and volume.]

LECTURER: Has not yet been seen by planets deep within the other galaxies, we will disappear into the blackness of the space from which we came.

[Two shot. JIM and PLATO staring upward, cringing back into their seats as the light on their faces increases. Music is up loud. The dome seen past PLATO's head. The heavens grow brighter as the star plummets near. Music at crescendo.]

LECTURER: Destroyed as we began in a burst of gas and fire.

[The sky is blasted by a wild flash of light. Music reaches explosion. The stars appear again. Moving shot. Faces of normal kids watching seriously--very
impressed.]

LECTURER: The heavens are still and cold once more. In all the complexity of our universe and the galaxies beyond, the Earth will not be missed.

[Med. shot. JIM and PLATO looking up.]

LECTURER: Through the infinite reaches of space, the problems of Man seem trivial and naive indeed. And Man, existing alone, seems to be an episode of little consequences.

[PLATO ducks his head down on the back of JIM's chair. JIM looks at him.]

LECTURER: That's all. Thank you very much.

[The lights go on. The rustle and confusion of kids stretching after sitting too long. Scattered applause. JIM rises and ruffles PLATO's hair.]

JIM: Hey, it's over. The world ended.

[PLATO looks up at him.]

PLATO: What does he know about Man alone?

[LECTURER as he reaches over and turns a dial. "Morning Song" by Grieg comes on softly. OLD LADY TEACHER rising. She stares around at the bustling students and claps her hands sharply, but the noise is barely heard above the tumult.]

TEACHER: May I have your attention? May I please have your attention? Classes will meet at the busses outside. May I have your attention?


TEACHER (to herself): The heck with it.

[She picks up her coat and bag.]

PLATO: Do you think when the end of the world comes it'll be at night?

JIM: No. In the morning.

[Planetarium parking lot. School busses and autos, some new and some heaps, are parked in f.g. Beyond is the dome of
the Planetarium. Kids mill about, some already driving off in their cars. One bus, already full, pulls past camera. Front of bus seen from within. Driver in f.g.
Kids swarm up the steps and enter. The group seen from the rear. PLATO in the distance facing them.]

BUZZ: What you looking at?

PLATO: Nothing.

He runs off, camera panning with him. Planetarium as PLATO rushes in, out of
breath, stops and looks around. In distance he sees JIM leaning over the pendulum pit, smoking quietly. PLATO doesn't move. JIM hasn't even looked up.]

PLATO: What's your name!

JIM: Jim. What's yours?

PLATO: Plato. It's a nickname.

[JIM nods. PLATO goes over to him, camera following, until they are close together, both leaning over the rail.]

PLATO: Listen, I told you not to fool with them. Now they're waiting for you.

JIM: I know. That's why I came back.

PLATO: You scared?

JIM: I just don't want trouble.

PLATO: He has a knife.

JIM: I saw it.

PLATO: If you don't want trouble, I know a place we can go--

[JIM looks up at him.]

PLATO: It's a big mansion and we could sneak around there and they wouldn't even know. You could be safe--

[Balcony as JIM and PLATO come onto it, lean on the parapet. PLATO points off.]

PLATO: There it is.

[Mansion. It is falling into elegant ruin, casting long afternoon shadows on the great lawns and promenades. Closeup PLATO looking urgently at JIM. JIM and PLATO. PLATO's back is to us. JIM looks past him and sees something. Long high shot. Parking lot. JIM's car is where he left it. Into the driveway, like logs driven before a sea, the shadows of the waiting kids appear and advance until the kids themselves come into view. They pause there a moment, then look up. Laughter. The kids scatter along the wall at the foot of the balcony stairs. BUZZ goes to JIM's car, knife in hand, and stands silently. JIM and PLATO staring down from balcony parapet. At last JIM moves out past camera. JIM and PLATO. JUDY in f.g. The two boys walk down the stairs. Camera pans with them as they reach parking lot level and start walking past other members of the group. JIM and PLATO coming forward. BUZZ from JIM's angle. As camera moves in toward BUZZ standing alone at the car, he suddenly bends down and slashes JIM's tire. Camera stops. There is the hiss of air escaping. BUZZ straightens and smiles past camera. JIM inhaling sharply in shock and suppressed anger. Group in b.g. motionless. JIM and PLATO approach the car. JIM stops and looks down. BUZZ stands smiling and puts away the knife. The tire slashed, the wheel rests on the ground. Car. Shooting between group and BUZZ toward backs of JIM and PLATO, who are looking down at car which rests on its rims. JIM turns and moves toward group. He stops, looks from one to the other and smiles nervously. Then he looks straight at BUZZ.]

JIM (wearily): You know something?

BUZZ: What?

JIM (reproachfully): You watch too much television.

[Med. shot. The group and JIM. JUDY has come to BUZZ, stands on the wall above him.]

BUZZ: Hey, he's real abstract and different.

JIM: I’m cute, too.

[Suddenly GOON starts clucking softly like a chicken. One by one the others pick it up. BUZZ, the last, crows. Silence.]

JIM: Meaning me?

BUZZ: What?

JIM: Chicken?

[The group gives a quick, short laugh. JIM as he takes off his glasses, smiles. Shakes his head disapprovingly.]

JIM: You shouldn't call me that.

[PLATO watching anxiously. BUZZ with JUDY watching above him. JIM enters
shot until he is close to BUZZ's face. He looks up at JUDY. Camera closes in until we are tight on the three. The heads are nearly touching.]

JIM (softly to JUDY): You always at ringside? You always travel in this rank company?

[BUZZ clutches JIM's hair and jerks his head up. He cracks JIM smartly across the face with the palm of his hand. JUDY looking at JIM. Her eyes clear in recognition. Another angle. The group and JIM as JIM tears free and comes at BUZZ, slugging. But BUZZ, with a laugh, leaps onto the parapet and turns, the knife in his hand again. JIM stops short. The group and PLATO move in around him.]

JIM: I thought only punks fought with knives.

BUZZ: Somebody find him a knife.

[PLATO seen between heads of MIL and COOKIE. COOKIE holds up a switch knife and tosses it over into the circle.]

PLATO: Jim!

[Circle as the knife falls at JIM's feet. JIM stoops and picks up his weapon, then faces BUZZ. Then he springs his blade.]

BUZZ: You know the action? No cutting. Just sticking--jab real cool.

[BUZZ hops from the parapet. They begin stalking each other. BUZZ slides his knife from hand to hand trying to hypnotize JIM. Suddenly he pokes out and pricks JIM's shirt. The group sighs "Ole!" JIM makes no effort at self-defense. Silence. BUZZ pricks JIM again, "Ole!”]

BUZZ (as he maneuvers): What you waiting on, Toreador? I thought you wanted some action!

[JIM cuts out half-heartedly.]

BUZZ: Big brave bull. Hah! Toro! Hah! Hah!

GOON: Moo!

BUZZ: Come on--Fascinate us. Impress us. What's happening? Let's go!

JIM: I don't want trouble.
BUZZ: You crud chicken! You're wasting our time!

[BUZZ viciously slaps JIM across the face. JIM lashes out and misses. BUZZ hops back.]

BUZZ: Yeah--that's pretty close. How about a little closer, Toreador? Cut off a button and you get to join the club!

[Outside entrance of parking lot. A uniformed GUIDE of middle-age stares past camera. Cries of "Ole," are heard in the distance.]

GUIDE (turning): Mr. Minton! Mr. Minton! Trouble!

[The LECTURER appears running. He stops short at what he sees, and blinks in the sunlight.]

GUIDE: Look. There's your audience.

LECTURER: Oh, I don't think so. From the school?

[Inside circle. JIM is covered with sweat and about to drop. He is getting the worst of it, still refusing to defend himself. Close shot. PLATO. He is looking on in despair.]

GROUP: Ole! Ole!

[Suddenly, with a cry, PLATO pushes through. Inside circle as PLATO comes through. His eyes are wild. He holds a tire chain in his hand.]

MIL: Buzzy! Look out! He's got a chain!

BUZZ (smiling as he sees PLATO): Hey! Chicken Little!
[BUZZ trips PLATO quickly and kicks him while he's down. CRUNCH grabs the chain.]

JIM: All right--you want it, you got it!

[Suddenly JIM transforms. He bores forward expertly--pricks BUZZ again and again. Cries of Ole greet him. BUZZ is surprised. We hear only the breathing of the combatants. Beyond we see the GUIDE approaching swiftly. The LECTURER trails at a safe distance. CRUNCH looks up. His smile fades.]

CRUNCH: Honk. Let's split.

[Group as they look off and see the GUIDE and LECTURER approach. BUZZ and JIM are both breathing hard. PLATO is getting to his feet.]

BUZZ: Split for what? Couple old poopheads?

[He folds up his knife and puts it away. So does JIM.]

JIM: You satisfied or you want more?

BUZZ: How 'bout you? Say the word and you're cold, Jack--you're dead.

JUDY: Buzzie--we better get out of here.

BUZZ: What's eating you, Judy? You want him alive?

JIM: Where can we meet?

BUZZ: Know the Millertown bluff?

COOKIE: The bluff, Buzz! That's dangerous up there.

BUZZ: Draw him a picture, Chicken Little. Eight o'clock. Cookie, you call Moose and get a couple cars. We're going to have us some real kicks. Little chickie-run. You been on chickie-runs before?

JIM: Sure--that's all I do.

[The GUIDE bursts in among them. The LECTURER remains on the fringe.]

GUIDE: All right--all of you--start moving!

JUDY: You mean l'il ol' us? What's the matter with the nice man?

GUIDE: Don't clown with me.

BUZZ: Why'nt you go suck on something sweet?

GUIDE: You think you're tough? I got a son twice your size and I can still handle him.

LECTURER: Don't lose control, Mr. Jamison. I think if we just explain--

GUIDE: Explain to these? They think they own the world!

CRUNCH: The world is round!

MIL: The world is flat!

COOKIE: All the world's a stage!

[There is wild laughter from the kids as they close around the GUIDE and start edging him away, up the steps toward the Planetarium balcony.They are gone.]

PLATO: Are you really going to meet them?

JIM: Who knows. …Plato?

PLATO: What?

JIM: What's a chickie-run?


[DISSOLVE TO: Downstairs hall. JIM's house. A single light is burning. JIM steals in from the kitchen, peers cautiously into the living room, then starts up the stairs. A crash is heard above. JIM stops, undecided whether to go or stay, then moves quickly up the stairs, no longer trying to be quiet. Upper hall. JIM's house as JIM rises into view at the top of stairs. He sees a figure on hands and knees mopping something off the rug. Leaklight from the staircase dims details. An apron is tied around the figure's waist and its bow sticks bravely in the air.]

JIM: Mom?

[The figure straightens and turns around, smiling. It is the FATHER. He is neatly dressed in his business suit but wears a Mary Petty apron.]

FATHER: Hiya, Jimbo.

[JIM leans against the wall, shaking his head and trying not to laugh. The FATHER laughs unhappily, trying to make it all seem a joke.]

FATHER: You thought I was Mom?

JIM: Yeah!

FATHER: It's just this get-up. The girl's out and I was bringing Mom's supper.

JIM (giggling): And you dropped it?

FATHER (laughing too): Yeah! Shh!

JIM: That's funny!

FATHER: I better clean this up before she sees it.

[He starts dabbing among the spilled dishes with a wet cloth. JIM watches him.]

JIM: Let her see. What could happen?

[The FATHER continues dabbing.]

JIM: Dad--

[The FATHER looks up at him.]

JIM: Dad--don't. Don't.

[JIM touches his FATHER's elbow, bringing him to his feet. They look at each other a moment then JIM goes to his bedroom. The FATHER goes back to mopping up the mess. Inside JIM's room as he comes in, shuts the door and throws himself miserably on his bed. He writhes as if the pain he feels were physical. Outside, radios are heard in the night--tuned to different stations. He feels under his jacket and holds up his hand to the moonlight. There is blood on it. His eyes are open. The alarm clock goes off. JIM starts as if shot, then stops the wild ringing.]

[Dining room. JUDY's house as the FATHER comes to the head of the table and takes his seat. Three places are set. JUDY follows. She stands above his chair, looking down at him as he drinks his tomato juice.]

JUDY (quietly, afraid): Didn't you forget something?

JUDY'S FATHER: What?

[JUDY doesn't answer, but leans down and kisses him quickly on the lips.]

JUDY'S FATHER (continuing; shocked): What's the matter with you?

[JUDY freezes, frightened. He collects himself a little.]

JUDY'S FATHER: You're too old for that kind of stuff, kiddo. I thought you stopped doing that long ago.

JUDY (very hurt): I didn't want to stop.

[The mother enters briskly from another part of the house--an attractive, brittle woman of thirty-five.]

JUDY'S MOTHER: Didn't want to stop what?

JUDY'S FATHER: Nothing.

JUDY: I was talking to Dad.

JUDY'S FATHER: I didn't kiss her so it's a big thing.

JUDY'S MOTHER (calling to kitchen) Bertha! You can serve the souffle! (to FATHER) Fish souffle. (to JUDY) You don't have to stand there, darling. Drink your tomato juice.

[JUDY slides into her chair reluctantly and unfolds her napkin.]

JUDY: I guess I just don't understand anything.

JUDY'S FATHER: I’m tired, Judy. I'd like to change the subject.

JUDY: Why?

JUDY'S FATHER: I’d like to, that's all. Girls your age don't do that. You need an explanation?

JUDY: Girls don't love their father? Since when? Since I got to be sixteen?

[She half-rises to kiss him again.]

JUDY'S FATHER: Stop it now! Sit down!

[Suddenly the FATHER slaps her. Even as he does it he is as stunned as JUDY. The mother stops eating. She has never seen such a display and is shocked. He tries to control himself by buttering a piece of bread. There is a terrible silence into which BEAU enters in his pajamas. He runs to his FATHER's chair, then halts--looking from face to face. The FATHER puts an arm around him, hugs him almost savagely.]

JUDY'S FATHER: Hi, rascal.

BEAU (hushed): Hi.

[JUDY rises, weeping.]

JUDY: May I please be excused?

[She starts out. The FATHER rises and follows after her.]

JUDY'S FATHER: Hey, hey, Glamorpuss. I'm sorry.

[She leaves the room, interrupting the joke he was going to make. He turns back to the table and sits down. The MOTHER rises and comes to him.]

JUDY'S FATHER: I don't know what to do. All of a sudden she's a problem.

[The MOTHER stands behind his chair. She tips his head back against her body and kneads his neck and shoulders.]

JUDY'S MOTHER: She'll outgrow it, dear. It's just the age.

BEAU: The atomic age!

[The door slams.]

JUDY'S MOTHER (kissing her husband's hair): It's the age when nothing fits.

[JIM’s bedroom. The time is seven-forty-five. He makes no move to leave the bed. There is a light tap on the door, then it opens and the FATHER is there, seen in light from the hall and still wearing the apron.]

FATHER: You awake?

JIM: Yes.

FATHER: Listen--I took a steak out of the freezer. I thought we could have a real old-fashioned stag party--just the two of us, what do you say?

JIM: I’m not hungry.

[The FATHER turns away.]

JIM: Hey--I want to ask you something.

FATHER (happily): Shoot, Jimbo.

JIM: Suppose you knew that you had to do something very dangerous--where you have to prove something you need to know--a question of honor. Would you do it?

FATHER (laughing): Is there some kind of trick answer?

JIM: What would you do, Dad?

FATHER: I wouldn't do anything hasty. Let's get a little light on the subject.

[The FATHER turns on the light and looks at JIM who is now sitting on the edge of the bed. He removes his jacket and the bloody shirt is revealed. The FATHER stares.]

JIM: Blood.

FATHER: How'd that happen! What kind of trouble you in?

JIM: The kind we've been talking about. Can you answer me now?

FATHER: Listen--nobody should make a snap decision--This isn't something you just--we ought to consider all the pros and cons--

JIM: We don't have time.

FATHER: We'll make time. Where's some paper. We'll make a list and if we're still stuck then we ought to get some advice--

[He goes out, to the study next door. JIM rises.]

JIM: What can you do when you have to be a man?

FATHER: Well, now--

JIM: Just give me a direct answer! (pause) You going to stop me from going, Dad?

FATHER: You know I never stop you from anything. Believe me--you're at a wonderful age. In ten years you'll look back on this and wish you were a kid again.

JIM: Ten years? Now, Dad--I need an answer now!

FATHER: I just want to show you how foolish you are. When you're older you'll laugh at yourself for thinking this is so important--

[During this, JIM has kicked off his shoes and put on his boots and jacket and goes out. Living room featuring stairs. JIM comes running down the stairs and out the kitchen door.]

FATHER: Jim? Will you listen? You can't go out till we--Jim!

[The FATHER comes down the stairs, goes to the front door and calls:]

FATHER: Jim? Jim!

[He goes to kitchen door, calls again, gets no answer, comes back into the living room, sees he is still wearing the apron. He rips it off and throws it down--then starts for the stairs.]

[DISSOLVE TO: The Plateau. Moonlight. Wind shrieks over the exposed plateau, which is several hundred yards long. It cuts into the darkness like the prow of a ship and ends in empty air. A dozen cars are scattered about, defining a sort of runway in the center. There are twenty kids present, but very little talk. Most of them belong to BUZZ's group but there are a few whom we have not met before. They stand in small clots, murmuring and smoking. The atmosphere is strung tightly, like the moments before a dawn attack. In b.g. near the cliff's edge, are two cars of similar make and model. They face away from camera toward the edge of the plateau. There are no headlights anywhere...blackout conditions. MOOSE, a boy in a leather jacket and cheap yachting cap stands guard between the cars, his back to us. His hands are on his hips. His legs are spread. Some girls drift in. Another angle. Plateau featuring PLATO as he wanders through the crowd searching for JIM. He passes BUZZ's car where BUZZ, JUDY and the rest are eating hamburgers. They have all changed into fighting wardrobe.]

BUZZ (calling out): Hey, Chicken-Little.

[PLATO stops.]

BUZZ: Where's Toreador? He beg off?

PLATO: He's not scared of you.

BUZZ (laughing): Yeah? (to GOON) Goon! You seen that adolescent type anywheres?

COOKIE: He won't show.

GOON: Well, you going to wait all night? I'm getting nervous, man! We got to do something!

CRUNCH: Hey, Buzz!

BUZZ: What?

COOKIE: Over there.

[BUZZ snaps on the spotlight again and swings it off. JIM's car as JIM gets out and PLATO runs to him.]

JIM: How'd you get here?

PLATO: I hitched.

JIM: Boy, I bet you'd go to a hanging.

[JIM gets out; PLATO starts to follow.]

BUZZ: Just him.

JIM: Stay there.

[The two boys move away. PLATO looks after them, hurt, then goes to side of JUDY and stands. JIM and BUZZ as they come forward.]

BUZZ: What you say your name was?

JIM: Jim Stark.

BUZZ: Buzz Gundersen.

JIM: Hi.

BUZZ: Glad to meet you.

[They shake hands briefly as they walk. They come to MOOSE and stop.]

MOOSE: Got some goodies for you, Buzzie-boy.

BUZZ: Flashlight?

[MOOSE produces one and hands it to BUZZ who goes to one of GOONS. BUZZ, JIM and MOOSE seen as hood is raised, revealing their faces beneath it. BUZZ explores the motor with the flashlight.]

BUZZ: Looks good.

MOOSE: Clean as a whistle. They both got plenty breeze.

BUZZ: Look good to you?

JIM: Sure. It's fine.

BUZZ: Okay.

[He closes the hood. Group moves across to other car. JUDY and PLATO. The other kids are behind them. JUDY looks to see that their attention isn't on her, then speaks quietly to PLATO.]

JUDY: Is he your friend?

PLATO: …Yeah. My best friend.

JUDY: What's he like?

PLATO: Oh, I don't know. You have to get to know him. He doesn't say much but when he does you know he means it. He's sincere. Maybe next summer he's going to take me hunting with him--and fishing. I want him to teach me how and I bet he won't get mad if I goof. His name's Jim. It's really James but he likes Jim more. (laughing) People he really likes--he lets call him "Jamie."

JUDY: Jamie?

[Guarded cars. JIM is close in f.g. at wheel of his car. BUZZ is beyond, at wheel of his. Both boys are gunning their engines, listening critically. JIM lets his idle. JUDY, GOON and group. They watch in silent anticipation. PLATO starts away from them. PLATO hurrying away from the group. He stops, looking off. JIM and BUZZ. PLATO in distance.]

BUZZ: Better try the doors. Jump out.

[JIM opens his door.]

BUZZ: No--quick, man! You got to break quick.

[JIM shuts his door and tries again. So does BUZZ. Then both boys walk forward to the edge. Neither says a word. BUZZ puts his hand on JIM's shoulder. The edge of the bluff (process). JIM and BUZZ are directly below us. Under them the plateau falls steeply away in a sheer drop of a hundred feet to the ocean below. JIM and BUZZ. JIM is staring below. He is beginning to perspire. He lights a cigarette. Without taking his hand from JIM's shoulder, BUZZ borrows the cigarette from his lips, takes a drag and hands it back. JIM takes another puff then tosses it into the abyss.]

BUZZ: This is the edge, boy. This is the end.

JIM: Yeah.

BUZZ: I like you, you know?

JIM: Buzz? What are we doing this for?

BUZZ: We got to do something. Don't we?

[JIM and BUZZ with PLATO in f.g. JIM and BUZZ appear to him as two close friends. Suddenly they break and go, without speaking further, to their cars. They back up to the opposite end of the plateau, headlights dark. PLATO follows them with his gaze. GOON and others looking up as the cars glide by. JUDY waiting as BUZZ and JIM move into starting position next to her. JUDY goes to BUZZ. JIM is in b.g.--looking on.]

JUDY: Feel okay?

BUZZ: Give me some dirt.

[She bends out of sight for a moment as BUZZ goes on talking, then hands him the dirt. He rubs it into his palms.]

BUZZ: Hey, Toreador! She signals. We head for the edge. The first guy who jumps--chicken!

[JUDY and BUZZ kiss, without much interest.]

BUZZ: What's happening?

JUDY: Good luck, Buzz.

[She starts out, without kissing him again.]

JIM (calling softly): Judy.

[JIM's car as JUDY comes to him.]

JIM: Me too.

[She looks at him a moment then bends and hands him some dirt. Their heads touch for an instant.]

JIM: Thank you.

[She breaks the look and hurries away. The cars. They are lined up in two rows--headlights facing each other. JUDY comes into shot. When she gets near camera, she stops and turns back to face them.]

BUZZ: Hit your lights!

[Suddenly the headlights of all the cars come on full. JUDY. She is in the center of the glare. Behind her we see the other kids filing out of their cars, hurrying toward the edge of the bluff. The sound of the two motors revving then dying and revving again. Inside JIM's car. JIM grips the wheel firml. He relaxes his grips on the wheel again. Steps on the accelerator, winding his engine into a roar. He lets up, looks tensely at--BUZZ in his car. His chin juts forward. He lets go of the wheel, starts to comb his hair. Spectators staring off at the cars. A boy has his arm around the girl in front of him, his cheek against hers. Both are looking off. Some of the kids smoke. All are involved in the blasting of engines. PLATO among the spectators near edge of the bluff. He is chewing his lip. Camera pans down to show that the fingers of both his hands are tightly crossed. JUDY staring tensely into the glare. Suddenly she raises her hands high above her head. JIM sweating it out. He leans forward, squinting, ready. BUZZ. He puts his comb between his teeth and clamps it hard. He settles himself for the run. Plateau. The cars are in close, seen from the rear. JUDY is a small distant figure, arms stretched high. The exhaust blasts. Now she drops her arms. The cars leap ahead. JUDY. She whirls to see the cars snap by, then begins running up the center of the plateau between the lines of spectators. Spectators. Shooting over their shoulders as the cars approach and scream past.]

[Cars. As they approach, gaining speed, and thunder over the camera. Inside JIM's car. (Process). He is tense. Inside BUZZ's car. (Process). His hands hard on the wheel. The comb is still between his teeth. He begins edging toward the door on his left. JUDY biting hard on her finger, as she runs forward. PLATO. Both hands cover his mouth. The fingers are still crossed. Inside JIM's car. (Process). As he edges to his left. He is driving with one hand. He opens the door, gets set for his jump. Inside BUZZ's car. (Process). He reaches for the door handle and misses. As he raises his arm to reach again, the strap of his windbreaker sleeve slips over the handle. He looks down in panic, then back at the drop ahead. He tugs but cannot get the sleeve loose. PLATO staring. He shuts his eyes tight and keeps them shut. Shooting at backs of the two cars as they race through the row of lights toward the edge. Inside JIM's car. (Process). His face is soaked. He looks once toward BUZZ--then ahead. His eyes widen in fear. He shoves left and flings himself forward, and out. Outside JIM's car as he sprawls forward--into camera.]

[Inside BUZZ's car. (Process). BUZZ leans way forward now. He seems to rise in his seat. His mouth opens and the comb falls out. Full shot spectators staring in disbelief. Suddenly a youth ducks his face into the neck of his girlfriend so he cannot see. At the same instant—]

CROWD: Oh!

[Rear view. Edge of the bluff as the two cars go over. There is NO human sound. JIM as he stops rolling. BUZZ's car in flight. The car soars through the night, the vehicle of a terrible journey. BUZZ. (Process). Surprise has gone. He rides lightly on the thrill of his last moment--then suddenly, his face twists in a spasm of protest and loss. The kids staring at his flight. JIM unaware of the disaster--glad he made it. Edge of the bluff. With headlights blazing, both cars dive down. JUDY standing frozen as the spectators shove past and around her. Edge of the bluff as spectators swarm to it, stand looking down. JIM on hands and knees, trying to rise. Legs rush by him, knock him onto his face. Both cars plunge into the ocean below. JIM at edge of bluff. He is pushing through spectators.]

JIM (a harsh whisper): Where's Buzz! Where's Buzz!

[PLATO working his way through the crowd.]

PLATO (calling): Jim! Jim!

[CRUNCH looks up as he hears JIM's repeated cry. JIM enters behind him, continuing blindly on his way.]

CRUNCH (tight fury): Down there! Down there is Buzz!

[JIM looks over the edge. Spectators. A siren wail approaches. The kids wheel and scatter, panicking past the camera. MOOSE. Looks at JIM. Runs. GOON. Turns. Runs. JIM seen between legs of hurrying kids. The sirens and the pounding of their feet on the hard turf. JIM is sitting on the edge of the bluff. PLATO rushes in, stops short as he sees him.]

PLATO: Come on, Jim! We got to get out of here!

[JIM doesn't move. PLATO grabs his arm and yanks.]

PLATO: Get up! Get up! Come on!

[JIM stands. PLATO pushes him.]

PLATO: Go on! Move!

[They start away, PLATO still pushing from behind. JUDY. She is standing alone in the wind on the emptying plateau. JIM and PLATO move past in the distance. JIM sees her and stops. JUDY. She is shuddering violently but there are no tears. She seems not to see or hear or be aware of anything around her. JIM and PLATO watching JUDY. JIM moves toward her, camera panning with him and leaving PLATO behind. JIM stands before JUDY until she notices him. He shakes his head for all the sorrow he feels, but no words come. Tentatively he offers her his hand. After a moment, she takes it. She knows only that help is being offered and that she will accept it with trust. JIM leads her away toward the car.]

[DISSOLVE TO: JIM's street. Night. There is no movement anywhere. In the house bordering the street a few lights still burn. JIM's car approaches out of distance and slows when it reaches the alley. JIM's car as it slows and stops. JIM, JUDY and PLATO in the front seat. JUDY has the door open before the car even stops. She is shaking, agitated and withdrawn.]

JUDY (hardly audible): This is fine--

[She gets out and starts away, leaving door open.]

JIM (calling quietly): Judy. Will you be okay?

[PLATO looks at him. JUDY hesitates. JIM raises a hand to her in a shy farewell. She smiles vaguely, then hurries away from them. Near JIM's backyard (alley). JIM and PLATO.]

JIM: I got to go in. You better get home too. (touches PLATO) Hey--what?

PLATO: Why don't you come home with me? I mean nobody's home at my house--and I'm not tired, are you? I don't have many--people I can talk to.

JIM: Who has?

PLATO: If you want to come we could talk and then in the morning we could have breakfast like my dad used to--(pauses--then excitedly as though an idea had suddenly struck him) Gee...if you could only have been my father...we could...

JIM (interrupting): Hey...you flipped--or something? You better take off...

PLATO (suddenly, pleasantly): O.K. G'night. I got to pick up my scooter. See you tomorrow.

JIM: Yeah.

[PLATO turns, waits. JIM goes into his kitchen door. PLATO scribbles down JIM’s house address.]

[Hallway. JUDY's house. Three doors open onto it: one is closed--this is JUDY's room:--another, leading into BEAU's room is open, but the room beyond is dark: the third, also open, reveals the bedroom of JUDY's parents. As JUDY comes into the hallway, the parents, who are reading in their beds, look up. JUDY hesitates, then starts toward her own room.]

BEAU (quietly): Hello, little cute sister.

[JUDY stops. BEAU appears at his door in white pajamas, a small ghost. JUDY looks at him.]

BEAU: Hello, darling, baby-pie, glamor-puss, sweetie--

[JUDY touches BEAU's head and tries to smile.]

JUDY'S FATHER (calling from his bed): Beau! You belong in bed!

[BEAU flees. JUDY turns without another glance at her parents, and opens the door of her room. Inside bedroom of JUDY's parents. As JUDY slams her bedroom door o.s., the FATHER reacts. Perhaps, he wishes she had given him a chance to say goodnight. The MOTHER, who use reading glasses, looks up at the slam. Then she looks over at her husband, shrugs when she catches his gaze, and goes back to her magazine.]

[Inside JIM's living room. The television is on, but only a hum comes from it, and the screen is a flickering gray. The FATHER sits lumpily in a chair by the fireplace, still dressed but with his collar open. The sound of JIM's step in the dining room makes him open his eyes. Fear of facing his son makes him shut them again. The boy comes in, a bottle of milk in his hand. Seeing his FATHER there, he stops short--his impulse is to flee. Instead he comes in and looks down at the sleeping man whose eyelids, fluttering in the FATHER's masquerade of sleep, make him seem to be having a dream. JIM is torn between his desire to leave and his need to speak. He turns off the television quietly, then lies down on the couch across the way. He mumbles the things he would say to his FATHER and the answers he feels he would get. The old man opens his eyes once, sees the boy there, head banging upside down from the couch. Then he shuts them again. Room (JIM's viewpoint). Suddenly, inverted in his vision, the MOTHER appears at the head of the stairs, in bathrobe and nightgown. She pauses a moment, then runs down crying:]

MOTHER: He's home! You're home! You're all right!

[The camera rights itself suddenly. JIM as he completes his turn, pulling his head up and sitting. FATHER as he pretends to awaken with a start. Full shot, room as the MOTHER hurries to JIM, holds him, inspects him, kisses him.]

MOTHER: What happened, darling. We were so worried. I was going to take a sleeping pill, but I wouldn't till I knew you were home.

JIM: I have to talk to someone, Mom. I have to talk to you both. And Dad this time you got to give me an answer.

FATHER: Go ahead.

JIM: I’m in terrible trouble.--You know that big high bluff near Miller-town Junction?

FATHER: Sure--there was a bad accident there. They showed the pictures on T.V.

JIM: I was in it.

MOTHER: How!

JIM: It doesn't matter how. I was driving a stolen car--

MOTHER: Do you enjoy doing this to me or what--

JIM: Mom--I'm not--

MOTHER: And you wanted him to make a list!

FATHER: Will you let him tell it!

JIM: She never wants to hear. She doesn't care!

MOTHER: I guess when I nearly died giving birth to you--that shows how much I don't care!

FATHER: Just relax, please relax!

JIM: I told you Dad, it was a question of honor. They called me chicken--you know, chicken! I had to go or I would never have been able to face any of those kids again. So I got in one of these cars and a boy called Buzz got in the other. We had to drive fast and jump before the cars went over the edge of the bluff. I got out okay but Buzz didn't. He was killed.

MOTHER: Good Lord!

JIM: I can't keep it to myself anymore--

FATHER: Well, just get it off your chest, son.

JIM: That's not what I mean. I've never done anything right. I've been going around with my head in a sling for years...I don't want to drag you into this but I can't help it. I don't think I can prove anything by going around pretending I'm tough any more, so maybe you look like one thing but you still feel like another.

FATHER: You're absolutely right!

JIM: Are you listening to me? You're involved in this! I want to go to the police and tell them I was mixed up in this thing tonight?

FATHER: You what?

MOTHER: No!

FATHER: Did anyone see you there? I mean did they get your license number or anything?

JIM: I don't think so--

FATHER: Well--

MOTHER: What about the other boys--Do you think they'll go to the police?

JIM: What's that got to do with it?

MOTHER: Why should you be the only one?

FATHER: Look, Jim. Far be it from me to tell you what to do, but there's--

MOTHER: Are you going to preach now? Are we going to have a sermon?

FATHER: I’m just explaining what you mean! You can't be an idealist all your life! Nobody thanks you for sticking your neck out!

MOTHER: That's right!

JIM: Except yourself!

FATHER: Will you wait a minute?

JIM: You don't want me to go.

MOTHER: No! I don't want you to go to the police! There were other people and why should you be the only one involved!

JIM: But I am involved! We're all involved, Mom! A boy was killed! I don't see how we can get out of that by pretending it didn't happen!

FATHER: You know you did wrong. That's the main thing, isn't it?

JIM: No! It's nothing! Just nothing! You always told me to tell the truth. You think you can just turn that off?

MOTHER: He's not saying that! He's saying don't volunteer!

JIM: Just tell a little white lie?

FATHER: You'll learn as you get a little older, Jim.

JIM: I don't want to learn that!

MOTHER: Well, it doesn't matter anyhow--because we're moving.

JIM: No! You're not tearing me loose any more.

MOTHER: Do I have to spell it out?

JIM: You're not going to use me as an excuse again, Mom. Every time you can't face yourself you want to move and you say it's because of me or the neighborhood or some other phony excuse. Now I want to do one thing right and I'm not letting you run away. (silence) Dad?

FATHER: Son--this is all happening so fast--

JIM: You better give me something, Dad. You better give me something (stops as he sees the emptiness in them) Mom?

MOTHER: Jimmy, you're very young--and a foolish decision now could wreck your whole life.

JIM: Dad--answer her--aren't you going to stand up for me?

[The FATHER is mute, helpless... Suddenly JIM screams.]

JIM: Dad?

[He leaps at his FATHER, dragging him to his feet, hands at the man's throat.]

MOTHER: Stop it! You'll kill him! Jim! Do you want to kill your father?

[Suddenly JIM loosens his hands and rises. He looks swiftly at each of them—moves a few steps toward the door, looks back at them again--then rushes out of the house. The parents stand frozen.]

[DISSOLVE TO: Outside Precinct Station. JIM's car comes to a stop at the curb. JIM gets out and approaches the flight of steps leading up the entrance. A bare bulb on either side is the only illumination. As he mounts the first step, the double doors above him swing open revealing several people. JIM stops short. So do they. CRUNCH, MOOSE and their parents. JIM's back in f.g. The boys stare down at him. JIM (from the boys' point of view) as he stares up at them. MOOSE's father takes his arm and starts him down the stairs, the others moving too. They move down the steps as JIM breaks away and continues up.
He goes through the doors. Inside doors as JIM comes through and stops. He looks back through the glass. We see the group reach the curb where their cars are parked. There is a brief discussion which we cannot hear, then CRUNCH and MOOSE move off to MOOSE's car. JIM turns back. He looks worried as he passes camera. CRUNCH and MOOSE. They stop at MOOSE's car and look back at the entrance. The parents are seen beyond them, getting into their cars. CRUNCH is near tears with anger.]

CRUNCH: What's he going to pull--

MOOSE: Nothing, Crunch. They picked him up like the rest of--

CRUNCH: You see any cops?

MOOSE'S FATHER (yelling): You monsters start home. We're going to--

MOOSE: Yeah. Yeah.

MOOSE'S FATHER: We're following you so better get there.

CRUNCH: You see any cops?

MOOSE: No--

CRUNCH: He's going to cheese, I tell you. Nobody arrested him!

MOOSE: I think I should go home.

CRUNCH: No. We're going to bring him down.

MOOSE: Crunch--my father's--You going to kill him?

CRUNCH (crying): You clean out of your head? Come on!

[CRUNCH gets into the car. MOOSE follows. They gun the motor and throw the car into a sharp U-turn. MOOSE'S FATHER jumps into his car. He steps on the starter but nothing happens--just the empty whirring, over and over. Finally it starts, but the boys have gone. Inside Precinct Station. Juvenile division. A desk sergeant is writing in the record book. Facing him across the desk and handcuffed to an officer is a young hoodlum, very different in appearance from the kids we have met--a typical duck-tail 'cat’.]

SERGEANT (spelling): W-O-J-T-what?

HOODLUM: O-W-I-C-Z. Wojtowicz. What's the matter, man? That's the craziest name in town! It swings!

JIM: Excuse me--but--You know where I can find--I mean I don't remember his last name--

SERGEANT: Look--can't you see I'm writing?

HOODLUM: Man, this cat never stops. He just keeps going like Big Jay at a session!
OFFICER: Shut up.

JIM: Listen--

SERGEANT (annoyed): He's not here. He's not at Juvenile Hall. I don't know where he is. He's out on a call and he'll be out all night. How old are you?

JIM: My parents know I'm out. They know I'm here.

SERGEANT: Come back tomorrow.

JIM: I’ll wait for him.

SERGEANT: Why don't you come back tomorrow, son? (to HOODLUM) Ever been booked before?

[JIM turns away, notices a phone on the wall--puts in a coin, asks for a number.]

PLATO. He is coming up the walk to his house. When PLATO has come a few feet, somebody whistles. PLATO and camera stop. Short, quiet whistles come from the boxwood and shrubbery on both sides of the walk. PLATO turns and starts to run, camera following. He gets to his door, tries the key, but in his panic it will not go into the lock. Suddenly a hand reaches in and jerks him around. CRUNCH stands above him. GOON closes in from the other side. All very tense and hotted up!]

PLATO: What do you want?!

CRUNCH: You know what we want. We want your friend.

GOON: We got eyes for him.

PLATO: Listen, you guys ought to go home. The cops are cruising every--

GOON: Where does he live?

[PLATO reaches up swiftly and rings the bell. GOON grabs him. CRUNCH cracks him.]

CRUNCH: You better tell us and I'm not kidding.

PLATO: My old man's got a gun.

GOON: His old man's got a gun. What do you think of that! (drives a hard blow at PLATO's belly) Your friend talked--(belts him again) Now you talk! Talk!

[The door opens and the NEGRO WOMAN is there. CRUNCH sends PLATO spinning into the house past her. He falls.]

NEGRO WOMAN (yelling): What you doing?! What you doing to him?! You clear out of here 'fore I call the police!

[She swings at CRUNCH who faces her, challenging.]

NEGRO WOMAN: Clear out. Go on! Go on now!

MOOSE: Let's go, Crunch.

[They turn and move past camera. PLATO gets up off the floor. We hear the sound of a heap starting. The NEGRO WOMAN closes the door. Inside PLATO's foyer as NEGRO WOMAN bolts the door. Bedroom of PLATO's mother, a lacy affair with imported dolls on the pillows. PLATO rushes in, opens the drawer of the night-table and pulls out a gun. He checks to see that it is loaded. The NEGRO WOMAN appears in the door and stares at him, turns on the light which illuminates the bed-lamp.]

NEGRO WOMAN: Why you like to mix with bad boys like that? Why you get in trouble all the—(sees the gun) John! What you doing with that! You leave that be! Put it down before you hurt yourself. Hear me?

[But PLATO moves past her and out of the room. She turns after him.]

PLATO: I have to go out. I have to warn him.

NEGRO WOMAN: John! You stay home! John! John!

[The slam of a door is heard below. DISSOLVE TO: JIM's garage. Night. JUDY waiting inside. JIM's car pulls in, a radio going softly. He turns the motor off and is about to turn off the radio when we hear the announcer:]

ANNOUNCER: Coming up now another request--this time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza Paradise--A new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and blues. Jim, this is dedicated to you--from Buzz.

[JIM stares at the radio, then turns it off.]

JUDY: They'll be looking for you.

JIM: They saw where I jumped! I didn't chicken! What do I have to do--kill myself?

JUDY: It doesn't matter to them.

JIM: You were looking for me, weren't you?

JUDY (a small voice): No--I was just--maybe--

JIM: I tried to call you before.
JUDY: I thought so.

JIM: You still pretty upset?

JUDY: I’m numb.

JIM: Judy, what am I going to do? I can't go home again.

JUDY: Neither can I.

JIM: No? Why not? (no answer) You know something? Sometimes I figure I'll never live to see my next birthday. Isn't that dumb?

JUDY: No.

JIM: Every day I look in the mirror and say, "What? You still here?" Man!

[They laugh a little.]

JIM: Hey! You smiled!

[JUDY shakes her head--beginning to warm to him.]

JIM: Like even today. I woke up this morning, you know? And the sun was shining and everything was nice. Then the first thing that happens is I see you and I thought this is going to be one terrific day so you better live it up, boy, 'cause tomorrow maybe you'll be nothing.

JUDY: I’m sorry I treated you mean today. You shouldn't believe what I say when I'm with the kids. Nobody acts sincere.

JIM: Why'd you get mixed up with them? You don't have to prove anything.

JUDY: If you knew me you wouldn't say that.

JIM: I don't think you trust anybody, do you?

JUDY: Why?

JIM: I’m getting that way, too.

JUDY (looks at him): Have you ever gone with anyone who--

JIM: Sure. Lots of times.

JUDY: So have I. But I've never been in love. Isn't that awful?

JIM (smiling): Awful? No. It's just lonely. It's the loneliest time.

[She looks up. He kisses her forehead.]

JUDY: Why did you do that?

JIM: I felt like it.

JUDY: Your lips are soft when you kiss.

[JUDY rises.]

JIM: Where you going?

JUDY: I don't know, but we can't stay here.

JIM: Where can we go? I can't go back into that zoo.

JUDY: I’m never going back.

JIM: Listen! I know a place! PLATO showed me before. An old deserted mansion near the planetarium (rises) Would you go with me?

[JUDY hesitates.]

JIM: You can trust me, Judy.

JUDY: I feel as if I'm walking under water.

[They start out. DISSOLVE TO: Inside bathroom. JIM's house. The water is running in the sink and JIM's father is fixing a stomach settler. Gradually he grows aware of a heavy pounding which insinuates itself above the splash of water. The FATHER pauses, then turns off the tap. The pounding continues. JIM'S MOTHER appears at the bathroom door. She is seen in the mirror tying her robe.]

MOTHER: Frank? I'm frightened.

FATHER: What's that pounding?

MOTHER: I don't know. First I thought it was Jim but--

FATHER: He's home. I heard the car.

MOTHER: Are you going down there?

FATHER: Look--just relax, will you?

[The pounding ceases.]

FATHER: See? It stopped.

MOTHER: I still think you should go down.

[He goes out of the bathroom, into the hall. Foyer. JIM's house as the FATHER comes down the stairs, turning on the light as he comes. He reaches the door and pauses. The MOTHER stops midway down the stairs.]

FATHER (through the door): Who's there? (silence) Anyone there?

MOTHER: Open it.

[The FATHER opens the door and looks up sharply. Door. FATHER's head in f.g. as he stares at it. Nailed to the door by its outstretched wings, its head hanging in an attitude of crucifixion, is the freshly killed carcass of a chicken. Low whistles are heard from outside. The FATHER, frightened, looks out into the night. Front lawn and street. Shooting over the FATHER's head. The whistling continues.]
FATHER (hoarsely): Who's out there?

VOICE: Where's your son?

FATHER: What?

ANOTHER VOICE: Where's your baby boy gone to, Daddy? We want him.

[Suddenly the FATHER slams the door and rushes past us into the house. Foyer as the FATHER rushes to the bottom of the stairs.]

FATHER: Look in his room!

[The MOTHER disappears.]

FATHER: Jim! Jim!

[The FATHER dashes into the living room, then into the hall again and down through the kitchen door. Back yard as the FATHER comes out. He closes the door quietly and calls in a low voice:]

FATHER: Son?

[JIM'S FATHER is coming toward him. JIM'S FATHER and PLATO simultaneously say:]

FATHER: What are you doing?

PLATO: Where's Jim?

FATHER: I don't know. Do you--do you know where he is?

PLATO: No. No, I don't.

[Closeup. PLATO remembers about the mansion--then almost to himself:]

PLATO: I know where--

[Back to full shot. FATHER and PLATO.]

PLATO: Hope I didn't bother you. Goodnight.

[He runs to scooter.]

FATHER: Hey, come back here. Who are you?

DISSOLVE TO: Split screen montage. It begins with a telephone ringing alone in the corner of the screen. As camera moves back we see that the phone is in an office at Juvenile Hall. RAY is standing by, trying to make sense out of the incoming reports. The other part of the screen lights up and becomes: Bedroom of PLATO'S MOTHER where the NEGRO WOMAN is speaking hysterically into the phone. Bedroom of JUDY's parents. The FATHER is on the phone. BEAU has awakened and is crying. His MOTHER tries to divert him. JIM's bedroom. JIM'S FATHER sits disconsolately on the bed, the phone in his hand. He is talking earnestly. During this the sound of the telephone ringing has increased
to become the sound of many and this has been submerged in a deep rising riot of sirens whose wail mounts higher and higher until:]

[DISSOLVE TO: Planetarium. Moonlight. A lone siren wails in distance. Aside from this, all is very still. Camera pans past the dome and settles on an isolated mansion set high on a hill nearby. Stone balustrades drop down to sunken gardens where the grass has gone to seed around a waterless fountain. Mansion. Night. A Mediterranean villa with a large domed solarium which is connected to the main building by a low enclosed arcade. A crash and the falling of splintered glass is heard. Promenade. Shooting through pillars of the main entrance portico, down the long promenade outside arcade. Two figures, seen in the distance, are disappearing through a window. Camera tracks down promenade until it reaches a broken window through which JIM is just disappearing. When he gets inside, he reaches back and takes his leather jacket which has been spread on the sill to protect them from splinters, shakes it out and puts it on. Running footsteps are heard approaching. JIM looks out nervously. PLATO bursts in, out of breath.]

PLATO: Jim!

[JIM extends a hand in front of PLATO’s face, fingers curled in claws.]

JIM (giggling): Rawr! Your house is a mess.

PLATO: They're looking for you!--

JIM: Yeah?

PLATO: Everybody! Crunch and Goon and everybody! I think they're going to kill you.

JIM: We know.

PLATO: They think you told the police on them. They--who's in there?

JIM: Judy.

PLATO: Help me in!

[JIM gives PLATO a hand over the windowsill. Inside arcade. JIM and JUDY are seen in an entering shaft of moonlight. PLATO hits the floor and disappears into darkness. A match flares and PLATO lights a candelabra. PLATO is revealed bending over it. He lights the other candles through the following:]

PLATO: We're safe here. I hope. (holds up candelabra) What do you think?

JIM (gazing around): Wow! Well now-there-then!

[His wonderment is justified. The floor of the arcade is marble and there are marble benches and neo-Roman busts lining the walls.]

PLATO: Isn't it crazy?

JIM: Wowee ow wow! Let's take it for the summer.

JUDY: Oh, Jim!

JIM: No--come on. Should we rent or are we in a buying mood, dear?

JUDY (laughing): You decide, darling. Remember our budget.

PLATO: Don't give it a thought. Only three million dollars a month!

JUDY: Oh, we can manage that! I'll scrimp and save and work my fingers to the bone...

JIM: Why don't we just rent it for the season?

JUDY: You see, we've just--oh, you tell him, darling. I'm so embarrassed I could die!

JIM: Well--we're newlyweds.

JUDY: There's just one thing. What about--

PLATO: Children? Well, we really don't encourage them. They're so noisy and troublesome, don't you agree?

JUDY: Yes. And so terribly annoying when they cry. I just don't know what to do when they cry, do you dear?

JIM: Of course. Drown them like puppies.

JUDY: See, we're very modern.

PLATO: Shall I show you the nursery? It's far away from the rest of the house. If you have children--Oh I hate the word!--or if you decide to adopt one--they can carry on and you'll never even notice. In fact, if you lock them in you never have to see them again, much less talk to them.

JUDY: Talk to them! Heavens!

JIM: Nobody talks to children! They just tell them one thing and mean another.

PLATO: It's wonderful that you understand so well--and so young too! You know the most wonderful feature about the nursery?

JIM: What?

PLATO: There's only one key.

JIM: We'll take it!

PLATO: Come on!

[PLATO leads them away from us down the arcade, the candelabra casting wild shadows on the walls. They are laughing as they disappear through the glass doors at the end and their laughter echoes stonily. DISSOLVE TO: Inside glass solarium. There is an empty swimming pool along with a walk with marble benches spotted here and there. The great glass room had once been planted thickly with tropical foliage. But now what palms and lianas remain are withered and dead with lack of care. At the edge of the pool, near the deep end, a blanket has been spread and a candelabra burns upon it. In its mysterious light our three kids are revealed: JIM, bouncing precariously at the end of the diving board; JUDY on the blanket nearby; PLATO on the pool's bottom. All three are laughing hysterically when suddenly JIM starts to lose his balance.]

JIM (yelling): Quick! Fill the pool!

[JIM falls in. PLATO rushes to him.]

JIM: Let's see how long we can stay under.

PLATO: Man, you're schizoid!

JIM (in another outburst of laughing): I’m what? What?

JUDY: You can't talk underwater!

JIM (gargling): I bet you hear everything I say!

PLATO (gargling): Isn't he schizoid?

JIM (gargling): Hey! How 'bout that!

[They laugh again. JIM swings up the ladder and goes to JUDY. PLATO follows.]

PLATO: Haven't you noticed your personality splitting?

JIM: Not lately.

[They all sit on the blanket.]

JIM: How do you know so much about this junk, Plato?

PLATO: I had to go to a head-shrinker. I only went twice though. My mother said it cost too much, so she went to Hawaii instead.

[JIM lies back with his head in JUDY's lap. She strokes his hair and smiles at him. PLATO looks away.]

JIM: No. Seriously. What's your trouble?

[PLATO hesitates a moment, then leans back, cuddling between the two of them.]

PLATO: I don't know but whatever it is, it's gone now. I mean I'm happy now. Here.

[JIM puts his arm under PLATO's chin.]

PLATO: I came here before.

JIM: When was that?

PLATO: When I was here? When I ran away. I used to run away a lot but they always took me back.

JIM: Who?

PLATO: Mom and Dad. I used to be in my crib and I'd listen to them fight.

JIM: You remember that far back? Boy, I can't even remember yesterday.

JUDY: Plato, where's your father now?

PLATO: He's dead. He was a hero in the China Sea.
JIM: You told me he's a big wheel in New York!

PLATO: I did? Well, he might as well be dead. What's the difference?

JUDY: It's all right.

JIM: Sure.

[PLATO closes his eyes. JUDY hums a lullaby as she strokes JIM's lips with a finger. He snaps at it. Then he kisses her hand, looks at her palm. They whisper.]

JIM: Ever been in a place like this before?

JUDY: Not exactly. It's certainly huge.

JIM: How many rooms do you think there are?

JUDY: I don't know.

JIM: Should we explore?

[She looks at PLATO. JIM shrugs--tests to see if the boy is awake, but there is no reaction. Sees that PLATO has one red sock and one blue sock.

JIM: Hey!

JUDY (giggling): Looks like he was stressed.

[Carefully, they crawl to their feet. JIM supporting PLATO's head with his hands as they do so. JIM takes the other blanket and covers PLATO with it. JUDY kneels on the other side and tucks it in. They look at each other across him and smile. Then suddenly JUDY bends down and kisses PLATO's cheek very softly. JUDY and JIM rise. JIM takes a candle from the candelabra and leads JUDY along the edge of the pool to the glass doors beyond. Silence except for their footfalls on the flagstone. In the distance we see the doors open and the couple pass through. DISSOLVE TO: Inside library. Mansion. Night. The door opens slowly and JIM appears with the candle. JUDY lingers at the door. The flickering light reveals a formerly lavish room, paneled in oak. There is a tapestry couch, empty bookcases, some dim portraits, a leather table and several chairs around a great stone fireplace.]

JIM: Hey! Will you look at this room! (looks behind him) Judy?

[She comes forward. JIM drips wax on the table-top and sticks the candle on it. His hand shakes. JUDY sits on the couch.]

JUDY: Hi.

JIM (sits beside her): Hi.

[He takes her hand. She looks at him and smiles.]

JIM: What?

JUDY: Your hand's all wet and it's shaky. (kisses it) You're so funny.

JIM: Why?

JUDY: I don't know--you just are. Leaving a light for Plato. That was nice.

JIM: Maybe he's scared of the dark.

JUDY: Are you?

[JIM snuffs out the candle. They are left in moonlight. A pause.]

JIM: There's something I should tell you, Judy.

JUDY: I know already. We don't have to pretend now.

JIM (laughing): What a relief!

[He leans back, relaxed at last. She snuggles close to him.]

JUDY: Is this what it's like to love somebody?

JIM: You disappointed?

JUDY (mussing her hair): Funny, Jimmy. You're so clean and you--this is silly.

JIM: What?

JUDY: You smell like baby powder.

JIM: So do you.

JUDY: I never felt so clean before.

JIM: It's not going to be lonely, Judy. Not for you and not for me.

JUDY: I love somebody. All the time I've been looking for someone to love me and now--I love somebody. And it's so easy. Why is it easy now?

JIM: It is for me too.

JUDY: I love you, Jim. I really mean it.

[She kisses his lips gently and looks into his face. He returns the kiss. Their arms go around each other.]

JIM: I mean it too.

[He kisses her again--Road near Planetarium. MOOSE's heap crawls up and turns left. A moment later, the police car appears and does likewise--still holding its distance. The mansion as MOOSE's heap moves past on the road below. Suddenly it stops. Inside MOOSE's heap. CRUNCH looks off, curious.]

GOON: What you stopping for?

CRUNCH: You scam a car up there?

MOTHER: So what?

CRUNCH: Nobody's lived in that hunk of junk for five-six years.

[He switches on the spotlight. It illuminates JIM's heap.]

CRUNCH: Well, what do you know! I feel a kick coming on!

[He turns off all the lights and gets out. The others follow. Police car. It has halted. One of the officers gets out and draws his gun. The other makes radio contact in a low voice:]

OFFICER: This is Unit 17. Unit 17.

RADIO: Come in, Unit 17.

OFFICER: We just zeroed three kids in a heap. Crest Drive and Observatory. Looks like house-breaking. Send us some help. They may be armed. Over.

[PLATO asleep on the blanket. Only a single candle burns in the candelabra. The same low whistles heard earlier come from all around him and rise in volume. Suddenly his eyes open. He doesn't move, but he has come suddenly awake. PLATO lying in f.g. Next to his face are a pair of booted feet. He looks up. Camera pans up to show CRUNCH. He is smiling. He holds a tire chain in his hand which he swings.]

CRUNCH: Good morning.

[The swimming pool. GOON and MOOSE are behind CRUNCH. They too are armed with tire chains. They all laugh. PLATO rolls away from them and runs toward the deep end of the pool.]

CRUNCH: Moose! Take the steps! Goon! The other side.

[The boys run to their assigned places. PLATO sees no exit. He flings himself down the ladder and into the pool. He feints this way and that, the boys responding as if they were fencing. CRUNCH swings down the ladder and his boots make a loud report as they hit the pool. MOOSE advances down the steps at the shallow end. GOON climbs onto the pool bottom at the opposite side. The feinting continues, wordlessly, as the circle closes around PLATO. The only sounds are the stamping of their boots as they try to distract him from side to side, and the animalistic grunts they make to scare him. Suddenly PLATO sees an opening and plunges past MOOSE, pushing him over, and stumbles up the steps.]

CRUNCH: Come on! Let's make it!

[They stream out of the pool after PLATO. He reaches the glass doors first, streaks though, and bangs them shut behind him. Arcade. PLATO's face is visible only when the moonlight strikes him through the passing windows. The sound of running steps behind him. Main room. A pattern of moonlight on the bare floor as PLATO dashes in and through it. He falls over a piece of furniture and comes scurrying in to camera, wheels around on hands and knees to face the door. The boys plunge into the moonlit square and stop. PLATO tries not to
breathe. A match is struck. CRUNCH looks around, but can see nothing. That match goes out. The boys start up the stairs, whispering. Immediately, PLATO crawls forward, under the piano. He hears a murmur of voices from behind the oak door of the library--next to the piano. He moves to it stealthily. PLATO at door listening through it, on hands and knees. His confusion mounts. He shakes his head to clear it. Then, suddenly he rises and tries the knob. The door is locked. He beats on it.]

PLATO: Save me!

[The boys run across the room. As they hit the moonlit square. PLATO spins and fires. Somebody drops and starts moaning. JIM opens the door.]

PLATO (shrieks): What you run out on me for! What you leave me alone for?

JIM: Plato!

[There is a rush of boys coming forward. PLATO fires at JIM. JIM leaps at PLATO with a cry and knocks him down.]

PLATO (screaming): Get off of me! You’re not my father!

[He rolls away from JIM and runs to the main door.]

JUDY: Jim!

[Main door, from inside. PLATO falls upon it, fumbles with the bolt and swings the door wide. He steps out into the waning moonlight and we see him running down the lawn. JIM rushes into the doorway and stops short. Mansion. The OFFICERS are moving away from us toward it. PLATO runs wildly toward them.]

OFFICER (sharply): Halt!

[PLATO stops, confused.]

OFFICER (continuing): Come here.

[JIM runs out on the promenade and starts over the balustrade.]

JIM: Plato!

[Close shot. PLATO. His face is working desperately in growing panic.]

OFFICER: Come here, son.

PLATO: No!

JIM: Plato!

OFFICER: Just walk over here quietly now--and there won't be any trouble.

[PLATO runs out. Close shot. JIM as he screams.]

JIM: Plato!

[Full shot. Main doorway as JUDY rushes out, followed by GOON and MOOSE. They all stop dead at the balustrade.]

JUDY: Jim! Watch out!

[Reverse shot. Lawn. JIM seen in f.g. PLATO bolting toward the woods in the direction of the planetarium. The officers have both hit the ground in the distance. They fire again. JIM hesitates a moment, then rushes after PLATO. The officers fire again. JIM as he runs after PLATO. OFFICERS as they rise to their feet.]

FIRST OFFICER: Take the house! I'll head him off.

Front of mansion. JUDY flies down the stairs and rushes past camera.]

OFFICER: Halt! Halt!

[Prowl car. Another part of town (Process). RAY is driving. JIM's father is beside him. The mother is in the back seat.]

RADIO: --located at Summit Drive--the
Planetarium.
RAY: The planetarium? One kid inside--five housebreaking in area. Will proceed. (turning to JIM's parents) There are some kids in trouble—you'll have to go with me.

FATHER: Perfectly all right.

[Edge of woods as JIM hurtles in from the open ground beyond. He stumbles against a tree and sinks down.]

JIM (yelling): Plato!

[Traveling shot in the woods as PLATO rushes through the moonlit trees, sobbing.]

JIM (distant): Plato!

[JIM at the base of a tree. He is whimpering, shaking his head. JUDY crashes through the brush and drops beside him.]

JUDY: Did he hit you?

JIM: No!

JUDY: We have to go back!

JIM: No! I got to find him.

[He starts to rise.]

JUDY: After he tried to shoot you?

JIM: He didn't mean it--we shouldn't have left him. He needed us.

JUDY: He needed you, maybe. So do I.

[There is a sound of distant gunfire. Both kids freeze.]

JIM: He needs you too. Come on.

[JUDY, breaking into a run, follows after him through the brush.]

JUDY: You should have heard him talk about you tonight. Like you were the hero in the China Seas.

JIM: Sure. He was trying to make us his family.

JUDY: They're killing him!

[JIM runs ahead blindly and disappears in the trees. JUDY rushes after him a few steps, then stops. JUDY and JIM running. PLATO running. The planetarium. Moonlight. Shooting from the bridle path and panning to the building. PLATO reels in and goes to the front door. Door to planetarium. PLATO clutches the handle. The door is locked. He whimpers once in frustration. Policeman running up same path PLATO has followed. PLATO at door to planetarium. He smashes the glass with his gun and dives through. Inside planetarium as PLATO lands. He is cut and bleeding.]

OFFICER: Come out of there.

[PLATO wheels and skitters backward across the floor of the observatory on his hands and knees until he comes to the door of the planetarium theater. Main entrance. Seen from inside. The OFFICER in b.g., PLATO in f.g. The OFFICER appears in the entrance, then moves quickly to one side to be less of a target. He reaches in to unlatch the door.]

OFFICER: You're making it tough on yourself, kid. Come out quietly now. You didn't kill anybody yet.

[PLATO fires at him, then opens the door of the planetarium theater and runs inside. The door swings shut behind him. Outside planetarium. The OFFICER is hugging the outside wall. Another siren wails and a spotlight catches the OFFICER who runs out into the light.]

OFFICER (running): Need a little help here!

[Full shot. Parking lot as the CHIEF's car wheels to a stop. It is followed by a civilian car and a cab. CHIEF's car.]

CHIEF: We heard firing. He get anybody? You alone?

OFFICER: We got a cookaboo inside. He wounded some kid earlier.

CHIEF: How'd he get in?

OFFICER: Smashed the front door.

CHIEF: Any other entrance?

OFFICER (leaving): Down in back.

[Bushes bordering planetarium as JIM climbs through them and stops short, staring in amazement. JUDY is in b.g. Full shot. Parking lot. JIM seen in f.g. hiding in the screen of leaves. Beyond we see the full activity--the crowd, the cars, searchlights playing on the planetarium entrance, police moving in under direction of the CHIEF.]

CHIEF (loud on speaker): Silence. Please maintain silence. Keep back and stay off the pavements. Keep back and stay off the pavements. There will be emergency vehicles coming through. This warning is for your own protection.

[RAY's prowl car come in. JIM's parents climb out, curious. RAY hurries to consult with an officer who briefs him, then hurries to the chief's car. Parking lot. Several patrol cars now line the parking lot. The NEGRO WOMAN in her nightgown and overcoat pushes forward from a cab and accosts an OFFICER.]

NEGRO WOMAN: What's going on?

OFFICER: I don't know, lady. Some kid's in trouble. Stand back, please.

NEGRO WOMAN: I got to know. My boy run off tonight. He had a gun with him, too.

[CHIEF's car as RAY hurries in.]

CHIEF: Hello, Ray--Know anything about this?

RAY: As much as you do--Loan me your mike, will you?

CHIEF (handing it to him): Help yourself.

RAY (into mike): I am addressing the boy in the planetarium. I am speaking to the boy inside. This is Ray Framek from the Juvenile Division--

[Close-up JIM as he reacts to RAY's name. He rises and looks off.]

RAY (over speaker): You are now surrounded. You are surrounded by many armed police. Whoever you are, drop your weapon and come outside.

[JIM'S FATHER standing by RAY's car, gazing off with interest. His wife comes out and stands beside him, looks at him questioningly.]

RAY (over speaker): Come outside. Clasp your hands over your head and come outside quietly--

[The FATHER's gaze has traveled over the scene. Suddenly he sees his son followed by JUDY, run into the planetarium.]

MOTHER: Frank!

FATHER: Stay here. (goes over to RAY) That was my son!

RAY: You sure?

FATHER: I think I know my son.

[The FATHER moves behind the crowd, camera trucking with him, until he reaches the bushes at the edge of the parking lot and stops, gathering himself. Meanwhile RAY's voice continues over:]

RAY (over speaker): Jim Stark! I'm addressing Jim Stark. Nobody will harm you or your friends if you follow these instructions. We are here to protect you. Drop your guns and come outside. Nobody will hurt you if you do as I say--

[The FATHER starts forward along the bushes as if stalking game. Each step is carefully placed and quiet, but his heart tugs him along like a kite dragging an anchor.]

CHIEF: Officers! Another boy and girl just ran into the planetarium. We do not know if they are armed. Hold your positions until further instruction.

[Inside planetarium as JIM comes dashing in, spins around, staring. JUDY follows. A siren is heard outside growing shrill.]

CHIEF (over speaker): Ambulance. Ambulance is coming through. Clear a passage. Will you people make way there?

[Floodlights strike the door and illuminate the lobby dimly.]

JIM (softly): Plato?

[Silence. JIM moves cautiously to the door of the planetarium theater. JUDY hangs back. Another siren is heard approaching. More floodlights strike the door.]

JIM (continuing - calling softly): Plato? Plato, you in there? (silence) Hey, I'm going to open the door now. You'll be able to see me and you can shoot me if you want, but just remember one thing, Plato--You're my friend. That means a lot to me.

[JIM opens the door slowly. Inside theater. Darkness except for the splash of light from the door where JIM stands in silhouette. He lets the door close. Blackness.]

JIM: Plato?

PLATO: I’m here.

JIM: Boy, I'm blind as a bat! You got a match? I'm going to break my neck in here. Where are you?

PLATO: I’ve got a gun.

JIM: I know. Light a match, will you?

[PLATO obeys.]

JIM: Where are you? Well, stop hiding and stand up. I can't talk to you if I don't see you.

[JIM waits. Nothing happens.]

JIM: I’m not going to hurt you.

[PLATO rises silently behind JIM.]
PLATO: Why did you run out on me?

JIM: We didn't run out. We were coming right back.

PLATO: You sure?

JIM: Sure I'm sure. Judy's waiting. You ready to come out now?

PLATO: No.

JIM: I promise nothing'll happen if you do. (silence) You want my jacket? It's warm.

[JIM takes off his jacket and holds it out to PLATO.]

PLATO: Can I keep it?

JIM: What do you think?

[JIM gives him the jacket--PLATO puts it on.]

JIM: You want to give me your gun now, Plato?

PLATO: My gun?

JIM: In your pocket. Give it to me.

PLATO: No… no, I need it.

JIM: You trust me, don't you? Just give it to me for a second.

[PLATO hands him the gun. JIM removes the cartridges and puts them in his pocket.]

PLATO: You promised to give it back.

JIM: Friends never break promises, do they?

[PLATO and JIM begin walking.]

JIM: Now listen. There are—oh, here (gives him back the gun)—a lot of people outside and they all want you to be safe. You understand that? They said I could come in and bring you out.

PLATO: Why?

JIM: They like you. Okay?

PLATO: Come on!

[JIM opens the door for PLATO, then follows him out. JUDY joins them.]

JUDY: Hi, Plato!

PLATO: Hi.

[Observatory as JIM, JUDY and PLATO come to the entrance. JIM walks forward, PLATO staying behind.]

JIM: Hey, can we dim those lights? Turn off the lights and we’ll come out!

[The lights are turned off. PLATO sees an OFFICER.]

PLATO: Who's that?

JIM: Just a guard.

PLATO: I shot at one of them.

JIM: But you didn't hurt anybody.

[Outside observatory as PLATO and JIM come forward into the early dawn. PLATO stops and looks off, scared. The crowd. It has grown enormously. Silence. There are armed officers everywhere--all waiting, alert. NEGRO WOMAN. Her eyes are moist. Her lips move in silent prayer. JIM's parents. The FATHER looking on anxiously. The MOTHER is crying against the car. JIM and PLATO.]

PLATO: Those aren't my friends. Make them go away.

JIM (tense; calling past camera): Ray! Will you tell these guys to move back?

[The light turns back on.]

JIM: Turn the lights off!

[Suddenly PLATO bolts. JIM wheels after him. Planetarium as PLATO dashes to the stairway leading to the balcony. JIM'S FATHER and MOTHER. Their faces reflect panic as they see PLATO running in JIM's coat.]

MOTHER: It's Jim!

[Full shot. Balcony. Shooting down the stairs as PLATO rushes up. JIM closes behind him. Camera pans with PLATO as he climbs the ladder to the ledge of the small dome. JIM stops at the foot of the ladder.]

JUDY: Plato!

[He raises the gun as if to shoot JIM. An OFFICER drops to one knee and fires a shot at PLATO. Full shot. Small dome. PLATO drops like a stone to JIM's feet. Close-up. JIM.]

JIM (screaming--wildly, holding up the gun cartridge): But I've got the bullets!

[Close shot. NEGRO WOMAN as she screams, a handkerchief in her mouth. Close shot. JUDY. She sobs once and runs up steps. JIM staring down at PLATO.]

JIM: Plato? (crouches over PLATO) Plato. Hey, Jerkpot!

[There is nothing. He rises and faces the crowd, shaking his head in wonder and reproach.]

JIM (quiet): What did you have to do that for?

[Full shot, the roof. Parents and Officers. The NEGRO WOMAN is hysterical. RAY shoves past her, followed by JIM'S FATHER and MOTHER. They rush toward camera. Ambulance crew. They spring into action, arrive with stretcher. The balcony. JIM is at PLATO's side. A couple of OFFICERS rush forward to take JIM. The FATHER comes in and pushes them aside.]

FATHER: Let him alone! He's mine! I'll take care of him!

[RAY, who has witnessed this, motions to the officers.]

RAY: It's all right! It's all right!

[The FATHER stares down at JIM for a moment. Then he kneels beside his son, puts his coat over JIM's shoulders. JIM begins laughing, seeing PLATO’s mismatched socks, before crying against PLATO again. The FATHER speaks very gently.]

FATHER: For a minute...that jacket...I thought... (breaks off, then) You couldn't help it, son. (reaches out, gently, but firmly) You did everything a man could do.

[He takes JIM by the elbow and starts to bring him to his feet. The boy suddenly resists, and remains kneeling.]

FATHER: Stand up, Jim. I'll stand up with you. Let me try to be as strong as you want me to be.

[A faint hope appears in the boy's face. He no longer resists as the FATHER helps him to rise. But he still keeps his back to him. The ambulance attendants start putting PLATO on a stretcher. JIM moves, as if to stop them, but the FATHER still holds his shoulders.]

JIM: He depended on me.

FATHER: And you can depend on me, son. Trust me. Whatever comes we'll face it together, I swear.

[JIM feels, for the first time, the love and security he has always wanted. He clutches at his FATHER, crying unashamedly. The FATHER's arms envelop him. PLATO, through his death, has helped these two find each other. Close shot. JUDY and RAY watching. NEGRO WOMAN as she bends over PLATO's body.]

NEGRO WOMAN (as they lift PLATO onto litter): This poor baby got nobody. Just nobody.

[As he is carried past her, she follows. Balcony stairs. From below as JIM, supported by his FATHER, comes down. RAY is behind them. They pause for a silent meeting with the MOTHER at foot of the stairs. She kisses JIM and starts wiping his tears away, but he is weeping soundlessly and it does no good. JIM looks back up at the dome. The ambulance attendants are bearing PLATO's litter down the last few stairs, followed by the NEGRO WOMAN. Group. The ambulance attendants come down the last few stairs followed by the NEGRO WOMAN. JIM steps forward suddenly and adjusts the blanket covering PLATO. JUDY comes to JIM's side. The litter passes camera and we hold on two shot of JIM and JUDY, seen against the lightening sky.]

JIM (to JUDY, half to himself): He was always cold.

[JUDY moves to JIM and touches his arm lightly. He looks down at her. The group. JIM's arm is around JUDY as he leads her, firmly, towards his MOTHER and FATHER. His voice is warm, brimming with the new found pride he takes in his parents as he introduces JUDY to them.]

JIM: Mom--Dad--this is my friend. Her name is Judy.

[The parents nods warmly and smile at her. She smiles shyly in response, happy at being accepted. There is a warmth emanating from the tight little group. Changes have happened to them. Old things have been shed and a new start has been made. Camera booms--pulls back high to: High general shot. Planetarium, JIM and JUDY, FATHER and MOTHER threading their way through the crowd as the camera continues to pull back. FADE OUT. The end.]