West side story project (I)

The first two bits of West side story (very long intro, let's watch it from minute 6)

Now answer this questions:
Why do the Jets call the others "chick, chick, chick..."?
Who are the Sharks?
Does the fight in 5' remind you of anything?
Now, in your own "West Side Story", who are the cops?
Let's read the script:

Policeman: Come on, boys, huh? Hey, come on, huh? 

Break it up, you punks...
How many times have l told you punks to cut this stuff out?

Jet:Why, if it ain't Lieutenant Schrank.

Jets: Top o' the day, Lieutenant Schrank.

Bernardo: And Officer Krupke...

Sharks: Top o' the day, Officer Krupke.

Policeman: I'll give you the top o' the head. Hey, you, get down.

Riff: But we're havin' such fun. We enjoy the playground. 

See, it keeps us deprived children off of the foul city streets.

Policeman:Shut up.

Jets: Born like we was on the hot pavements.

Policeman: You wanna get your skull broke? Baby John, come here. 

Come here!
All right. Now, which one of these Puerto Ricans bloodied you?

Jet: Well, sir--

Policeman: Which one?

Riff: Excuse me, sir. As a matter of fact, we've suspicion...

that the job was done by a cop.

Jets: Two cops. At the very least.

Policeman: Impossible.

Bernardo: In America, nothing is impossible.

Policeman: All right, wise guys. You listen to me...all of ya! 

You hoodlums don't own these streets... 

and I've had all the roughhouse I'm gonna put up with around here. 

You wanna kill each other? Kill each other. 

But you ain't gonna do it on my beat. 

Are there any questions?

Bernardo: Yes, sir. Would you mind translating that into Spanish?

Policeman: Get your friends out of here, Bernardo...and stay out. Please...

Bernardo: Okay, Sharks, “vámonos”.

Policeman: Boy, oh, boy, as if this neighbourhood wasn't crummy enough. 

Now, look, fellas. Fellas? Look, let's be reasonable. If l don't get a little law 

and order around here...I'll get busted downto a traffic corner... 

and your friend don't like traffic corners. 

So that means you're gonna start makin' nice with the P.R.s from now on. 

I said nice, get it? 'Cause if you don't...

and I catch any of you doin'any more brawlin' in my territory...

I'm gonna personally beat the living crud out of every one of you... 

and see that you go to the can and rot there
Say good-bye to the nice boys, Krupke. (Good-bye, boys)

 

Now, write our own script for the conversation between the cops the Jets and the Sharks.