The crowd gather outside the San Francisco
Courthouse. There is unbridled excitement. Police are dealing
with the public and press who are there to catch a glimpse of
Arbuckle. Into the crowd steps Brady, Prosecution Attorney.
Slightly taken aback by the furore, he stands at the Courthouse
steps and attempts to settle what is fast becoming an angry mob.
Ladies and gentlemen
Arbuckle, a man we took into our hearts and homes
Everything we feared we knew about old Hollywood is coming true
Now I can't go into specifics, but Miss Rappe suffered massive
internal injuries which I believe took place during a struggle
in Mr Arbuckle's bedroom.
|Brady||The depths to which dirty degenerate wretches will sink|
We know all the
The papers have told us the lot!
depiction more filthy than fiction
Believe it or not
|Crowd||Have all of 'em shot!|
The state of the State
is now making the headlines
California is starting to rot!
|Angry woman 1||Well? What are you gonna do about it?|
|Angry woman 2||
Yeah! Why are people like him even allowed in 'Frisco!
Those actors and those
We know what goes on
at those soirees
Promiscuous parties or what!
|Brady||Even the writers are drinking so much they are losing the plot|
|Crowd||Give a Jew too much dough and then what have you got?|
It’s time we called
time on these low-lives
It’s time that we stopped the rot!
|Women of the WCTU||
Soldiers of virtue
Defending the nation
Saving the herd From eternal damnation
We’ve outlawed the bottle
Now let's ban fornication
Protecting the innocent
From vile, dang'rous
bastards like him
These qualities made this country great
Our passions are pure but there's none of them purer than hate
|Brady||How could anyone harm such a beautiful creature?|
He's guilty as hell
You can tell by the look on his face!
The things they get up
to in Hollywood!
Those villains deserve to be shot
|Brady||Behaving like animals whether the cameras are rolling or not|
|Crowd||String 'em up and then leave 'em to rot|
Well, the hangman is
there in the shadows
And he's starting to tie his knot!
Arbuckle appears on the steps.
Hey, Mister funny man!
They’re coming to get ya
You’re not gonna walk free
They’re not gonna let ya
You gave us a laugh or two
But we'd sooner forget ya
Your downfall will clear the air
As they fry your fat
ass on the chair
It's quite revolting
The things that you read in the papers
It’s just outrageous
Those sordid little capers
Orgies and boozing
And lives that are oozing with sin
|Women of the WCTU||
This country's hull is rusting
The wreck is quite disgusting!
Sickening acts of
Are now becoming commonplace
What would the founding fathers make of that!
It's time the flames of hell consumed that portion of the population
Living like that fatty acrobat
He's guilty, a liar
No smoke without a fire!
You're the moral fibre that's decaying
While you’re around the bleeding wounds will never clot
You're the one who’ll pay the price
The holy cow we'll sacrifice
Anything to stop the rot!