"Riff, this whole thing is getting out of hand. It was fun when we made the Jets, but it's getting too much."
"What do you mean it's 'getting outta hand'?"
"I mean, Riff, you bought a gun for a little rumble that shouldn't be happening!"
"You ain...
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* Two squad cars race into the lot, disgorging officers led by Sergeant Krupke.
"ALRIGHT NOW, ALL OF YOUS, SEPARATE!" He shouts, whilst hauling fighters aside.
"Separate! Separate!" The boys, bruised, panting, separate into Sharks and Jets.
"Yous're drivin me to my grave, ya pack a jackals!" Wheezes the Sergeant.
"Watch yerself, Sergeant Krupke, yer gonna inflame your asthmer, shoutin' like that." Riff reply's, calmness surrounds the boy as he lights his cigarette.
"Why'nt ya leave the Puerto Ricans alone, Riff?!" Krupke turns, only to begin wincing from a stitch in his side. "Christ almighty..." The officer says to himself.
"And you lot!" He then turns around and points at the rival gang.
"You're in New York now, ya got a problem, ya call the cops, yous can't play at bein cops yizselves!" Scolds Krupke, holding his side.
"Pero, we call the cops, you show up and arrest us! You're never around when these little hijueputas mess up our stores and our streets-"
"See, I get confused when you say "our streets," seeing as how these streets? They're ours by right of bein' born here, amigo." Riff takes the cigarette out of his mouth to interrupt Bernardo.
"¿Tu crees que tu mandas aquí? ¡Ven acá canto'e mama'o, pa' decirte quién es jefe!" Bernardo exclaims.
"How many times do I got to tell you, Bernardo? I don't speak Spic." Bernardo lunges at Riff, making Krupke step in between them. He tries without success to push them apart; Riff grabs Bernardo's shirt, and Bernardo's about to punch him, when more police whistles and the groups separate as a new figure arrives.
Everyone's instantly uneasy as Lieutenant Schrank, a detective, puts his hands on his nightsticks, and walks up to Baby John.
"Jesus wept, Baby John. Who did that to your ear?" Schrank moves Baby John's hand from his ear and finds a nail stuck in his earlobe.
"Which one of them nailed you?" Baby John shrugs. Schrank moves him along the line of Sharks, awaiting an answer. He stops when he notices Manolo's head wound.
"Who cracked your head open, hombre?" Questions the Lieutenant.
"A mí no me preguntes nada-"
"In English." He interrupts Manolo, his hand still on the young Jet's shoulder, firmly.
"Same guy who nailed your ear, maybe?" Chago translates. Everyone looks at Baby John.
