The Jets dump out the junk they've gathered to use as weapons - bats, bricks, chains, saps, rebar, car antennae, wrenches - onto the floor of the chop shop, raising dust. Everyone grabs a weapon from the pile.
"The Jets are gonna have their day tonight!The Jets are gonna their way tonight!"
"The Puerto Ricans grumble: Fair fight! But when they start to rumble, we'll rumble 'em right!" Riff is then given a baseball bat, which he eyes up and down carefully, and takes it.
Outside, on the roof of an old warehouse, the Sharks have gathered and distributed their weapons, which they're stowing out of sight in pockets, and waistbands. They watch as Bernardo wraps his hands in boxers' protective wrap."We're gonna hand 'em a surprise tonight. We're gonna cut 'em down to size tonight. We said okay no rumpus, no tricks,but just in case they jump us, we're ready to mix."
"Tonight!" Bernardo exclaims, his fists ready.
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Riff leads the Jets out of the chop shop and into the surrounding ruins."We're gonna rock it tonight, we're gonna jazz it up and have us a ball."
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Bernardo and the Sharks explode out the double doors of the warehouse which open onto an alley and head towards the street."They're gonna get it tonight, the more they turn it on, the harder they'll fall."
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The Jets march with speed and determination through the demolition of houses."Well they began it!"
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The Sharks move with equal speed and determination down the alley."Well they began it."
They turn out of the alley and head towards the river and the sunset.
"And we're the ones to stop 'em once and for all!" Sing the Jets and the Sharks.
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