"♪" "male vocalist:" "♪ livin' in the streets" "♪ no one's gonna beat ya" "♪ hangin' with the gang" "♪ the street will be your teacher ♪" "♪ oh, yeah" "♪ unh" "♪ aaahhh" "♪ youngblood" "♪ unh" "♪ aaahhh" "♪ youngblood" "♪ momma's all uptight" "♪ your brother thinks it ain't right ♪" "♪ they kicked you out of school ♪" "♪ we know you ain't no fool ♪" "♪ ooh, yeah" "♪ aaahhh" "♪ well" "♪ youngblood" "♪ unh" "♪ aaahhh" "♪ youngblood" "♪ aaahhh" "♪ youngblood" "♪ aaahhh" "♪ youngblood minister on television:" "...we forgive those who trespass against us." "and lead us not into temptation... man:" "i don't hear nothing." "mrs. gordon:" "no." "(lord's prayer continues on television) man: come on, sugar." "he's asleep." " mrs. gordon: no." " amen." "announcer on television:" "and this concludes our broadcast day." "mrs. gordon:" "junior?" "man:" "see?" "nothing. come on." "(static hiss on television)" "mrs. gordon:" "junior?" "junior?" "come on, son, get up." "you're gonna be late for school." "now, what have i told you about leaving this tv set on all night?" "now, if you can't do no better than this, i'm going to have to take this damn thing out of here and put it back in the living room." "you didn't eat no dinner last night, either." "boy, do you hear me talking to you?" "i wasn't hungry." "but that don't make no sense, wasting food, as high as food is today." "it'll be right here for you this evening." "now, hurry up." "get yourself ready." "get something in that stomach before you get out of here." "by the way, when you get out of school today, you come straight home, you hear me?" "got some errands i want you to run for me." "i ain't been gettin' too much help around here lately." "maybe you can get your company to help." "what company?" "i don't know." "male vocalist:" "♪ wake up in the morning" "♪ with the dude in your heart ♪" "♪ groovin' to the music is the only way to start ♪" "♪ all day long" "♪ you're gonna sing a pretty song ♪" "♪ making people happy while they follow you along ♪" "♪ feels so good, feels so good ♪" "♪ feels so good, feels so good ♪" "♪ so good, so good, so good, so good ♪" "♪ feels so good, feels so good ♪" "♪ sing a happy song" "♪ makes you feel so good" "♪ sing a happy song" "♪ turn the world on too" "♪ sing a happy song" "♪ makes you feel so good" "♪ sing a happy song" "♪ turn the world on too" "♪ walkin' down the street" "♪ movin' to the beat" "♪ smile and say good morning ♪" "♪ to the people that you meet ♪" "♪ working can be fun" "♪ and you'll get the job done ♪" "♪ if you sing a happy song ♪" "♪ the day won't feel so long ♪" "♪ feels so good, feels so good ♪" "♪ feels so good, feels so good ♪" "(onlookers cheer) hey, blood!" "over here, blood!" "hey, what's happening, bummie?" "hey, you got it, man." "what's the deal?" "not much." "what's been happening?" "come here. i want you to do something for me, man, but be cool." " i'm cool." " all right." "that bad, man?" "what are you doing with this?" "oh, man, what is you, scared?" " hold that. hold that like that." " naw." "i'm gonna hook it up." "i found that, man." "you found it?" "sure." "i found it up in a drawer, man, at my grandmother's." "hey, you guys!" "put it up." "(nervous chatter)" "(clears throat) don't you guys have an activity?" " yeah." " what?" "we thinkin' 'bout it." "the period's almost over." "we still thinking about it." "you can't be thinking about it too hard." "look at you-- you're not even properly dressed for p.e." "well, my momma washing my shorts." "i got my sneakers on." "and i bet you got something in your hat too." "come... come here!" "come back here!" "bull!" "you know, you guys have got to be crazy." "the lord knows i'm doing the best i can with my child." "and it ain't easy all by yourself." "he ain't got no daddy or nothin'." "and junior just... he ain't been the same since reggie-- that's my oldest boy-- he left home." "of course, now, reggie's grown, but junior ain't grown." "and i never did have no trouble out of reggie, and lord knows i don't want no trouble with junior either." "i can sympathize with you, mrs. gordon." "i'm a working mother also... but michael's offense is a very serious one." "you ain't gonna send michael to jail or anything, are you?" "no, mrs. gordon." "but i am recommending a social worker that michael will have to see regularly." "in the meantime, he'll be suspended from all his classes until i get the social worker's report." "i thank you, and god bless you." "i'll take him to see this gentleman right away." "come on, junior." "uh, mrs. gordon." "well... whatever happened to your husband?" "oh, he passed on, long time ago." "oh, i'm sorry." "i wasn't aware that-- ain't nothing to be sorry about." "he just... passed on." "sessions are getting a lot better." "next time i want to meet with you and your mother." "what's the matter?" "still can't crisscross?" " who says?" " come on, show me." "i ain't gotta show you nothin'." "say, ray." "all right, listen, forget about the mouthpiece for today." "i want to get some talking accomplished for a change, so just aim your shots from the neck down and the eyebrows up, all right?" "just hurry up!" "come on, keep your elbows in." "exhale when you throw a punch." "how many times have i told you, don't hold your breath." "i'm breathing, i'm breathing." "okay, keep your elbows in." "elbows in." "every pound-- put every pound behind your punches." "that's it." "every pound behind your punches." "stay on your toes." "on your toes." "ooh!" "good one, good one." "that's it. move around." "more, more." "that's it." "come on, come on." "come on... good." "every pound behind your punch." "up on your toes." "keep the elbows in." "move. move." "don't sit still." "move, move." "that's it, that's it, that's it." "ho. hey, you're looking thin, but-- ooh!" " you're looking stronger." "good, good. come on." "on a diet, huh?" "come on." "come around, come around." "that's it. come here." "how's your mother?" "i'll show her." "unh!" "hey, you all right?" "huh?" "you okay?" "breathe deep." "one... two... hey, we'll talk about your future, huh?" "come on, down." "what up, golden gloves?" "man, that dude must have peppered your head pretty good for you to go for that." "hey, you don't see me going for it, do you?" "besides, what's the point, anyway?" "you done already missed three weeks of classes." "so what, man?" "look, we only got two more weeks left of school before we start the summer vacation, anyway." "man, there's nothing to it." " oh, man, you just a chump." " i ain't no chump, bummie." "yeah, you are." "you went for the okey-doke." "aw, man, i ain't thinkin' 'bout you, man." "i'm checking out the dancing." "vocalists: ♪ i'm hearing what you're saying, girl ♪" "♪ all night long" "♪ keep on saying what you're saying, now ♪" " ♪ all night long - you know her?" "she in my bio class." "♪ 'cause whatever you're saying, baby ♪" "♪ sho 'nuff" "♪ don't bother me oh. i guess she make your nature rise, huh?" "oh, man, you don't know what you talkin' 'bout, man." "well, i know one thing." "you better not be messing with her, man." "she from the wrong side of the fence, and we trespassing." "here's war and their hot disco smash," ""galaxy."" "("galaxy" by war playing) hey, look, man, i'm gonna check out this next dance." "hey, blood, i'm telling you" "would you like to dance?" "man: hey, man!" "♪ take me to your place in space ♪" "♪ i'm sick and tired of rat race ♪" "♪ on rocket ship, no time to wait ♪" "♪ i just want to gravitate ♪" "♪ it's out of sight ♪ it's out of sight" "♪ it's out of sight ♪ it's out of sight" "♪ it's gone" "♪ it's gone" "♪ it's out of sight ♪ it's out of sight" "♪ it's out of sight ♪ it's out of sight" "♪ it's gone" "♪ it's gone" "♪ i'll take you out to see the place ♪" "♪ where the man in the moon has a smiling face ♪" "♪ you don't have to wear no fancy lace ♪" "♪ just a funky feel and a lot of taste ♪" "♪ it's out of sight ♪ it's out of sight" "♪ it's out of sight ♪ it's out of sight" "♪ it's gone" "♪ it's gone" "♪ it's out of sight ♪ it's out of sight" "♪ it's out of sight ♪ it's out of sight" "♪ it's gone" "♪ it's gone" "♪ people movin' to and fro ♪" "♪ to a sonic band and a laser show ♪" "♪ superman, batman, going all night ♪" "♪ playin' one-on-one with a meteorite ♪" "♪ it's out of sight ♪ it's out of sight" "♪ it's out of sight ♪ it's out of sight" "♪ it's gone" "♪ it's gone" "♪ it's out of sight i didn't know you could dance like that." "that wasn't nothing." "hey, uh, excuse me, blood." "hey, would you like a coke or something?" "yeah, that'd be nice." "hey, blood." "hey, bummie." "you know sybil." "come on, man, we got to go." "hey, man, be cool, man." "me and sybil trying to get us a thing going." "hey, man, forget that." "we got to go." "i ain't goin' nowhere." "yes you are, man, unless of course you plan on paying for the next dance." "all right?" "come here." "(youngblood and bummie protesting)" "what's going on, man?" "what are you doing?" "now... quarter, sucker." "what you talkin' about?" "hey, man, when you dance to the music, you gots to pay the piper." "look, i paid to get in already." "that's cheap when you dancin' with my sister." "ain't nobody said nothin' 'bout no extra dues." "durango said give it up, man." "look..." "look... the dons is holding the key tonight, and y'all don't look like no dons to me." "so give it up." "yeah." "fox takes quarters, my man." "now, didn't y'all hear the man say give it up?" "we ain't..." "got no quarters." "the way my man is dancing, he looks like he got lots of money in his pocket." "all i got is bus fare." "so give it up." "hurry up, sucker." "i can't be waiting on-- here." "and you had the nerve to dance with his sister." "now, see if you can help your buddy out here." "not really." "(chuckles) oh?" "then give it up..." "really." "hey, you look familiar." "what clique you in?" "i ain't in no gang." "you sure 'bout that?" " huh?" " yeah." "you oughtta be!" "(indistinct angry shouting) now keep your asses out of here!" " come on, y'all, let's go." " chump!" "hey, the truck!" "move!" "move!" " get it!" " you turkeys!" "you turkeys!" "(laughing)" "(indistinct angry shouting) go on and chase this, you punk!" "yeah!" "punk!" "(laughing) yeah!" "get on this!" "(both laughing) yeah!" "man!" "whoo!" "(laughing) later on, baby!" "(both laughing)" "(can clatters underfoot) man, them dudes think they slick?" "they ain't so slick." "why don't you just forget about it, bummie?" "we got away, didn't we?" "nah, i ain't forgettin' 'bout nothin'." "they mess with me, they mess with the kingsmen." "you coming down?" "i done told you, i don't need nobody fighting for me." "yeah, well, you've got to belong to something." "i mean, you don't want to get chumped off, do you?" "i ain't no chump." "yeah, well, you better forget about school tomorrow, come down and meet the rest of the dudes." "this your momma's ride?" "no, uh, my brother's." " sho' is bad." " yeah." "he must be into something pretty cool." "uh, yeah, he's a banker." "a banker?" "!" "what bank?" "well... not exactly a bank." "oh, i see." "well, he got an office." "yeah, but that don't make it a bank, do it?" "he lends money, bummie." "ain't that what they do in banks?" "but that don't make him no banker." "well, i guess this ain't his car, is it?" "don't have to be." "(groans) yeah, i'll see you tomorrow chump." "none for me, momma." "oh, boy, put hair on your chest." "well, well, well." "here comes his majesty now." "if you think i'm going to keep the food warm for you all night, you got another think coming." "now, your brother's been waiting here for you for two hours, and you know how busy your brother is." "how you doing, partner?" "oh, hey, i'm cool, reggie." "you also knew that i was going out tonight." "where have you been, junior?" "junior, where have you been?" "do you hear me talking to you, junior?" "my name ain't junior!" "hey, momma, come on." "thought you said you were cool, little brother." "don't you go telling him nothing." "your butt's gonna be out there in the street soon." "now, if you think you're such a man, you should be out there doing a man's job." "(belches)" "(knock on door) oh, lord, there's marshal." "you be asleep before i get back here tonight, you hear me?" "'cause you're gonna take your butt back to school tomorrow, sonny." "have a nice evening, momma." "you hungry?" "no." "you're gonna have to give momma a little slack." "under enough pressure as it is with the city beating down her neck to move so they can build another parking lot." "hey, i came over tonight to tell you about the house i found for y'all." "i think you'll dig it." "kid, y'all dig rings?" "see here?" "go on, try it, man." "they're cheap. here." "look here, you want to try it, man?" " no, man." " better try something, man." "that thing on your finger's keeping you very naked." "look here. hey..." "take the whole thing, man." "we don't want any." "okay?" "just... just... speidel, jack." "you know?" "quick." "(street hawker continues indistinct) that was some pretty nice stuff, reggie." "yeah, jim, i know bro digs some jam, huh?" "looky here, man." "you can get love, peace, and happiness, and kgfj, and a tape deck." "can you dig it, man?" "take the whole thing, understand?" "the whole thing." "take it all." "i'm gonna give it to you for... just..." "you can have the whole... just give me something... just give me... just something for the thing, man." "split, man." "don't you listen to radio, man?" "wouldn't have been for radio, you wouldn't have got that brooks brothers suit and them horn-rimmed glasses." "you probably got a paper route." "where's the radio?" "radio, man!" "come on, junior, let's go." "yeah, okay, i'm coming." "that was a good radio, reggie." "can't make deals with junkies." "why not?" "(chuckles incredulously) look here, man, look here." "i got this here tv." "look here, man." "first color tv i ever stole-- i mean sold-- i mean bought, man." "you got uhf, vhf." "look here, you can watch soul on this thing." "i watched roots on this sucker." "roots ii." "hey, man, come on, just give me something for it, man!" "you a jive sucker in the suit, man!" "tell your brother--!" "that ymca suit on you got from seersuckers!" "ooh!" "you better get home, 'cause i know that suit's got to be worn by your daddy tonight!" "jive turkey fool!" "yeah, man, i knew it was gonna be trouble, the moment we came off the dance floor." "but it was only four of them then." "so we just laid in the cut till the next boogie." "but then durango-- you know durango, man-- he came up, tried to bogart a quarter." "i told him, "ask your momma for a quarter!" "can't get nothin' here, jim!"" "that's when he grabbed my man youngblood, but 'blood was too fast for him-- done gave durango a left and a right hook, and that's when we went down, man." "took to the street." "i jumped out hollering, "kingsmen!"" "and the darn boys started coming from everywhere, man." "must have been 12 of 'em." "we were surrounded." "ain't that right, blood?" "yeah, right on." "that's when y'all ran?" "they had pieces." "oh, but y'all did run?" "did you run, youngblood, or didn't you?" "yeah, we ran." "kingsmen don't run, bummie. you know that." " hey, everybody was running?" " everybody?" "yeah, see, 'cause that's when i went off on the dude that had the piece." "i hit him so quick and so hard, he dropped the gun." "it went off." "there was a lot of confusion." "everybody was running." "is that how it happened, bummie?" "uh-huh!" "right on!" "pretty tough little dude, ain't you, youngblood?" "when i got to be." "no, that's what you got to be, if you want to run with the kingsmen." "yeah, how you gonna prove it?" "(indistinct arcade sounds)" "(indistinct argument) every night we do the same thing!" "...in the jukebox, buddy!" "every night!" "don't forget the meeting tomorrow, man!" "(indistinct boisterous chatter) man: damn!" "man #2: hey, durango...!" "damn!" "hey, man, what's going...?" "(switchblade engages)" "i know you're here!" "unh!" "ohh!" "damn!" "yeah!" "no!" "no!" "ohh!" "i'm the greatest, and i'm about to tell you about the latest." "everybody talking 'bout the kingsmen... (indistinct chatter continuing)" "yeah!" "man!" "hey, it's youngblood!" "what's happening, blood?" "(chuckles softly) uh-uh, baby." "that don't get it." "ain't no blood on it." "see any blood, skeeter?" "that sure don't get you over, blood." "why they ain't no blood on it?" "i didn't have to draw no blood to get it." "i just took it." "uh, how you gonna scalp somebody without drawing blood, blood?" "i wore him out." "the only thing you wore out is your sneakers." "(laughter) man: and they still smokin'!" "(laughter) yeah, well, y'all heard about the sign." "yeah, we heard about it." "the word is out." "and that means war." "you ever been to the war before?" "no." "you draw blood when you go out to war." "youngblood." "if you have to, use it." "what it is?" "whatever you want it to be." "slack." "(scoffs) back-to-back, jim." "call it, then." "stick stones." "you got it, jack." "(weapon clatters)" "(indistinct cry)" "unh!" "agh!" "hey!" "(indistinct cry) man: he's got a gun!" "run!" "gun!" "stop!" "(gunshot) aaggghhh!" "durango!" "durango!" "come on!" "come on!" "let's leave!" "come on." "come on!" "man: he shot blood!" "(distant dog barking)" "(distant baby crying)" "close the door." "you all right?" "yeah, i'm cool." "you sure is one booking' little dude." "i guess i broke some kind of record, huh?" "let's clean up, man." "upstairs. come on." "hey, what's happening, baby?" "this is youngblood." "this is my wife joan." " upstairs." " what's wrong with your arm?" "i'm all right now." "i'll see you in a minute." "(water runs)" "(softly) go on, pour it." "over the whole thing?" "come on, pour it." "come on, come on, come on." " all right, all right, all right, yeah." " don't that hurt?" "what you think?" "i think it hurts." "you just think about how much that other dude is hurting." "i put a real bad hurting on him, huh?" "mmm-hmm." "you almost blew it out there for us, you know?" "the gun got jammed." "mmm-hmm." "you been shot." "sure. twice." "how'd it happen?" "it was in the war." "the real war." "i was in vietnam for a minute." "i guess you killed some people too, huh?" "that's what war is..." "all about... ain't it?" "rommel: we've been through this about nine million times." "joan: big deal. big deal." "so what are you trying to prove?" "rommel: i got nothing to say about it." "just shut up." "joan: shut up?" "just like that, huh?" "'cause you got nothing to say." "rommel: what you want me to say, huh?" "nothin'." "just shut up!" "okay." "okay. shut up is just what i'm gonna do." "when the landlord comes looking for the last two months' rent, i'll just shut up." "and when the grocery bill is due next week, i ain't gonna have nothing to say on that either." "look, joan, i'm telling you for the last time." "what are you going to tell me that i haven't heard before?" "how the world owes you a living 'cause you fought in vietnam?" "vietnam is dead." "well, i'm just gonna shut my mouth when folks ask me, "what does your husband do?"" "while i'm out pounding on a typewriter to make ends meet, 'cause i don't want to be the one to tell 'em that he's just too proud to ask for a job." "he's so busy running with the teenyboppers, rommel is too busy to be a man." "(gasps) is that your best shot?" "hi." "hi, how you doing?" "good." "may i have some form of identification?" "man: oh, yes, of course." "hey, vince." "couple more weeks, we got a brand-new round ball season." "i thought you were through with that after the load you dropped on dr. j last season." "hey, reggie, dr. j was just warming up with the 76ers." "he hadn't even worked out with the team yet." "reggie: you forget, i had my dough riding on the doctor too." "vince: yeah, but that was smart." "remember how he blew away the celtics, took cowens away?" "wasn't that a bitch?" "had me kind of scared in the first quarter, though." "yeah, but once he got his act together... mmm." "yeah, i know." "really started cooking." "i thought that rim was gonna come right through the tv set." "well, how's the rifle range business?" "great, reggie, just great." "thanks to the rise in crime, everyday people are joining every day." "and how 'bout you?" "are you keeping your balls out of the gutter lately?" "your bowling balls." "(both chuckle) yeah." "and my score's up too." "well, you keep your scores up, reggie." "you keep 'em up." "are we still playing for the same stakes, vince?" "(chuckles)" "(laughter)" "(imitating howard cosell) this is bubba cosell, live, los angeles, california," ""queen of angels,"" "at the kingsmen's clubhouse with none other than the little character youngblood." "what youngblood is about to go through is gonna be one heck of an experience." "(laughter) how 'bout five?" "you got it together, blood." "(laughter) aah!" "come on, you ain't cryin', is you?" "no." "then glue your ass to the seat." "i'm sittin' here." "damn, man!" "what you drinkin'?" "alcohol?" "rubbing' alcohol?" "don't drink no more." "that's good, man." "you all right?" "you sure about that?" " now, you not crying, are you?" " no." "'cause i think i can notice some snot coming out your nose right now." "(laughter) it's nice tennis shoes you got there, man." " where you got 'em?" " from joe." " joe who?" " "joe" momma." "not-- "anticipate." what that mean?" "hey, man-- hey, man, why don't you read your own magazine?" "no, man, just tell me what that word mean?" "that's all you gotta do!" "will you stop looking over my shoulder, man?" "i ain't looking over your shoulder, man!" "why don't you listen to the radio?" "there ain't nothing-- ow!" "grab one of these cups here." "you're doing all right, doing all right." "little more?" "little more?" "little more." "you can handle it?" " big man here." " drink up!" "big boy." "you a kingsman now." "all: all right!" "(indistinct shouting) kingsman!" "kingsman!" "yeah!" "♪ kingsmen" "♪ kingsmen get down now." "♪ kingsmen" "♪ all right" "♪ kingsmen" "♪ kingsmen hey, man!" "hey turn up the sound, man!" "(instrumental music playing)" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "♪ kingsmen, yeah!" "(chanting continues) get down!" " so, how's it going?" " ah, smooth as silk." "makin' a run for the money." "anyway, that's what we in business for, ain't it?" "oh, yeah." "that sweet young thing sure has a wicked hook." "you planning on staying for a game?" "no contest, my man." "wait a minute, chump." "i don't play in the minor leagues." "junior?" "oh, uh, hey, reggie." "um... uh... my brother." "come here a minute." "let me talk with you." "hey, i'll catch up with you." "what do you call yourself doing in here?" "just hanging out." "with an earring in your ear?" "what's wrong with it?" "nothing wrong with it, long as you don't mind being pinched." "ain't nobody gonna be pinching me." "now, you don't think those sissies gonna stop somebody from squeezing your ass, do you?" "hey, man, you talkin' 'bout the kingsmen." " so what?" " so lay off." "come on." "i'll drive you home." "no, i ain't goin' home." "does momma know you're out here?" "i ain't been home for two days." "what the hell you tryin' to do?" "ain't doin' nothin' but bowling." "you don't have to come down here and bowl with these chumps." "if you wanted to go bowling, why didn't you come see me?" "next time, all right, reggie?" "can i count on that?" "sure. why not." "this dump has a bad rep." "be careful." "i can take care of myself." "yeah. sure you can." "sybil." "oh. hi, michael." "how you doin'?" "fine." "hey, i didn't know you hung out in here." "uh... sometimes." "want to shoot a game?" "hmm?" "want to shoot a game?" "uh, no. i'm waiting for somebody." "oh, uh, your brother?" "no. no, not my brother." "hey, uh... you know, i was kind of hoping i'd see you again." "i didn't go back to school. i quit." "i guess it don't matter much anyway." "it's already summer." "uh... what..." "what are you doing this summer?" "what?" "sybil, are you all right?" "i don't feel so good." "what's wrong?" "um, my stomach is cramping." "oh, uh, anything i can do?" "i'll be all right." "it's just hot in here." "all right, well, uh..." "here, use this." "no, wait. let me go and wet it for you." "i'll be right back." "(faint gasping)" "(faint gasping)" "youngblood: rommel!" "rommel!" "somebody call an ambulance." "get out of the way!" "say, man!" "(music and chatter continue outside)" "male vocalist:" "♪ move with the groove" "♪ move with the cat he's dead." "♪ it's all the way live" "♪ it's all the way" "♪ it's all the way live, baby ♪" "♪ it's not hard" "(excited chatter)" "sybil!" "sybil!" "(distant siren approaches)" "leave me alone." "um... want me to take you home?" "no." "you can't stay out here." "no." "sybil, look, what do you want me to do?" "come on." "come on." "i don't want to go!" "sybil." "i don't want to go!" "please." "please." "am i gonna be all right?" "yeah." "everything's gonna be okay." "okay, come on." "i'm so scared." "you ought not mess with junk." "why you want to mess with that stuff?" "i feel so sick, michael." "look, you gonna be okay." "i'm not gonna leave you alone, all right?" "i'm gonna be all right, right?" "yeah, you gonna be just fine." "(sybil shuddering) come on, now, drink it down." "there you go." "that's it." "(gasping)" "no big thing." "keep an eye on her." "(crying softly)" "must have scared her to death." "should have taken her to the hospital anyway." "geronimo's dead." "what you looking at me for, joan?" "i know you're looking at me." "i had nothing to do with it, baby." "i swear to you." "i ain't been near no junk since i got back from the 'nam." "it's got a funny way of sneaking up on you, don't it?" "yeah." "and i'm gonna get rid of it." "leave it alone, rommel." "geronimo is dead." "we ain't livin' too tough either." "yeah." "i'll get my taxi gig back tomorrow." "i still got to take care of this other business first." "yeah, your turn now, homie." "good shot, babe, good shot." "what you gonna do?" "(indistinct chatter) i'm gonna take it!" "i'm gonna take it!" "good shot, babe!" "good shot, homie." "good shot." "good shot, homie." "what you gonna do?" "what you gonna do?" "there's the ball-- there's the ball, homie!" "what you gonna do, baby?" "come on, baby!" "next time around, next time around." "come on, baby." "come on, baby." "come up to the hoop!" "come up to the hoop!" "my man, what you gonna do?" "what you gonna do?" "don't put it out there." "i'll take it, now." "don't put it out there." "i'll take it!" "come on, baby!" "come on, little man!" "i'm gonna bust you!" "take it back to the hoop!" "come on, now!" "come on, now, homie!" "(indistinct comment) going for the hook, baby, going for the hook!" "got to stop it!" "mmm, youngblood!" "whoo!" "aww!" "that's it, blood." "give it up, give it up." "shake it loose." "come on. come on." "you want to go another round?" "no. that's my last dollar." "if that's your game, man, earl the pearl will be boogying a long time." "yeah, well, if my head was cool, i'd have floated past you all day." "your head?" "what do you need for your head, man?" "uh... you know." "yeah, but you ain't got no more bread." "but i'll have some tonight, soon as i sell my 8-tracks." "where you gonna be at, blood?" "maybe i can do something for your head, huh?" "37th and crenshaw." "me and the fellows will be there around 9:30." "right around the corner from the junkyard." "you be there, man." "looky here, man." "this ain't no play." "this is business, man." "come on." "that all you got?" "didn't think you could stand no more than a nickel." "well, is it good?" "is it good?" "(scoffs) this is the best, homie." "what do you think i am, man?" "the best. mmm-mmm-mmm." "yo... want to take a snort?" "i can stand it if you can." "hey, man." "okay, man. you got a lot to learn, homie." "it's your bag." "mmm. it's your good dope." "now, this-- i see now!" "hey, get on back here!" "come back here with that bag!" "i'm gonna kill you, boy!" "i'm gonna kill you!" "you better get away from me, you chump!" "what you gonna do now?" "what you gonna do now, chump?" "i'm gonna kill you, boy." "you don't know who you takin' with!" "i'm death just as well as life, boy, and i'm gonna take it from you, you little chump." "give me that bag, boy." "your life is nothing, chump!" "i was gonna school you." "i was gonna show you how to make some money." "what's the set here?" "what's the set here?" "what is this, boy?" "what's the deal here?" "what's the deal here?" "come on with it." "come on with it." "stick up. stick up." "you better be cool, suckers." "you better be cool." "you don't know who i am, do you, chump?" "i'm death to you, boy." "death to you, and you, and you." "just better remember now, what goes around comes around." "i'm death to you, boy." "you gonna be dead." "(metallic ring)" "what's the deal, brothers?" "what's the set here?" "come on, it ain't about all this, is it?" "come on, man." "unity, eh?" "come on, brothers, what's the deal?" "it ain't right." "let's try a little unity, man." "hey, man, all i'm trying to do is make a dollar, brother." "what's wrong with y'all, man?" "y'all lost your mind?" "what's wrong--?" "get out--!" "look, man, look, i can set all y'all, man." "i know the man." "i'm in the family, homes." "chump. i'm death to you, boy." "i see. i'll remember everybody." "man: kill his ass!" "rommel: take them clothes off!" "man: boy, your ass is gone!" "(indistinct shouting)" "(clothes ripping) man: kill his ass!" "come on, let's move it!" "come on, come on, let's go!" "i'm talking about street kids, reggie." "they knocked one of our messengers right into the sewer." "there's a lot of gangs out there." "it's going to be hard to pin down who's doing it." "it's cool." "we've got some professional problem- solvers on the case." "what are they gonna do when they find 'em?" " they're gonna solve the problem." " how?" "they're going to eliminate it." "hello, momma?" "yeah, yeah, the house is fine." "listen, is junior there?" "good." "you try to keep him there for a while, okay?" "yeah, i know, momma, but try." "okay." "oh, mercy, reggie!" "where did you find such a big house?" "come on in, momma." "you ain't seen nothin' yet." "(chuckles happily)" "ain't you comin'?" "no." "hey, now, look, it's, uh... it's cost me a lot of time and a lot of bread getting this house for you and momma." "don't make me no difference, 'cause i ain't gonna live in it." "where you gonna live?" "that ain't none of your business, reggie." "now, listen, chump, you ain't come so far that you can't respect me." "why don't you just kick my ass, man?" "hey, man... now, we always been tight, right?" "but you ain't talkin' to momma now." "we talkin' man to man." "a'ight, reggie." "i'm gonna go stay with my partners." " what are you gonna do for bread?" " rommel's work." "i don't give a damn 'bout no rommel!" "i want to know your hustle!" "see, you're just like momma." "you don't believe nothin'!" "you know anything about the streets?" "hmm?" "do you really know what goes on out here?" "huh?" "look, i ain't scared, reggie, all right?" "i ain't hardly scared." "(live jazz music playing)" "hey, hey. dig." "there goes super dude." "i been peeking' his whole con for two weeks, you know?" "hey, what's happenin', brother?" " where my money?" " i ain't got it, man." "man: he the bag man for the bowling alley?" "man #2: no." "he runs the strip." "now, watch him put his dogs up on the bus stop bench." "don't forget my money." "now, watch him." "he's gonna meet two of his ladies of the night in front of the chinese food store, dig?" "dig. check him out." "what's happening, what's happening?" "woman: hey, baby, what it is?" "yeah, you lookin' good." "where my money?" "ahh... you just-- you better get my money, understand?" "next time." "now, watch, watch." "he's gonna lay some skin on my man captain marvel, and some dough." "check it." "all right." "y'all all right?" "now he's gonna move inside." "now, captain marvel stands outside and watches while super dude drops his dough inside." "what's happening?" "how you?" "all right, baby." "how much time will it take?" "five minutes." "okay, everybody out, quick." "come on, let's go." "michael!" "michael!" "put this under your belt." "hey, kingsman." "big-time skeeter-jeeter." "come here for a minute." "you know..." "what goes around comes around." "(gunshot)" "(tires squeal)" "(live jazz music playing)" "(jamaican accent) how you doin', man?" "i'm all right." "where you want to go?" " 47th and crenshaw." " 47th and crenshaw." "okay, man. this thing don't never work, you know." "okay. 47th and..." "who you say?" "crenshaw." "crenshaw. okay, i got you, i got you." "yeah, man, how you doin', man?" "all right." "oh, yeah, man, it's a nice night." "say, brother, why'd you turn off the strip?" "oh, did you see all the traffic down there, man?" "i don't want to crash in the car." "i'm gonna try to get you in a better route." "all right, all right." "so, what, are you a businessman?" "yeah, that's my business." "businessman." "yeah. that's a nice business, you know?" "hey, man, you sure you know the way to crenshaw?" "well, i gonna tell you the truth-- i ain't too sure." "then stop this mother--!" "(tires squeal)" "(moderate blows landing) hold up, hold up." "just-- hey, hold up." "listen, just hold up." "now, you look, man." "mr. super dude, maybe you think we bulling', but we not, you understand?" "now, either you give it up, or we gonna give you up." "now, you speak up." "you ought to know better, man." " man, let me bust the dude!" " hold up. just hold up." " man, we blowin' it, man." " we not blowin' nothin'." "i'm tired of you, man." "i'm tired of you." "you ain't nothin' but a damn errand boy!" "when we finish with your ass, there won't be enough of your ass left for your master to put his boot up in." "now, you tell me who he is!" "speak up!" "what you think, chaka?" "off him." "youngblood... gimme my piece." "hey, don't do this, man." "i can't tell you nothin'." "i swear i can't!" "come on." "what you doin'?" "i want us to see if this super dude loves his master more than his life." "you can't." "bummie... outside and stand guard." "youngblood..." "stuff his mouth." "(muffled cry)" "(click, muffled cry)" "(cocks pistol)" "(click)" "(muffled cry)" "(muffled cries)" "(click)" "(muffled cries)" "y'all crazy, man!" "y'all crazy!" "speak up." "fridays." "i meet the supplier on friday." "where?" "westside rifle club." " hmm?" " manager's office." "i wouldn't mess with him, man." "(car arrives outside)" "(gunshot)" "(tires squeal)" "(distant dog barking) bummie!" "bummie!" "(swallows hard)" "bummie's dead, man!" "bummie's dead!" "okay, let's get out of here." "everybody." "come on, come on!" "hey, man!" "hey!" "hey, kid, don't bother me, man!" "super dude: what's wrong with you, huh?" "take it easy." "take it easy, all right?" "there ain't nothin' we can do about it, all right?" "you okay?" "you okay?" "chaka: (whispering) rommel, what should i do with super dude?" "dump him in the junkyard." "you all right?" "come on." "how you doin'?" "okay, i guess." "i didn't think you were coming." "i told you i would." "yeah." "i'm glad you called." "i would have come and picked you up, you know, but i, uh... oh, that's okay. really." "it's on my way to the clinic." "oh, yeah?" "mmm-hmm." "um... how they treating' you?" "it ain't much of a treat." "what have you been doin'?" "i guess you heard about bummie." "yeah." "i'm just layin' dead, stayin' with my brother, you know, in baldwin hills." " michael." " huh?" "i'm glad it wasn't you." "yeah." "well, i gotta go." "where you goin'?" "i told you." "oh, yeah." "um... well, uh..." "can i call you?" "you know, when you're feeling better." "sure." "when i'm feeling better." "hey, i-i'll be waitin' on you." "look at this place, man!" "man, what place?" "yeah, like they say-- from dust to dust." "this is my bedroom right here-- was my bedroom." "yeah?" "yeah." "it's kind of dusty too." "you got that right." "it was always dusty." "okay, what's so funny?" "i see you laughing. what's so funny?" "i was just thinking about how super dude must have looked when they dug him up in the junkyard!" "and the skunk had the nerve to live to tell about it!" "damn!" "how come you didn't do it?" " do what?" " kill him." "wasn't necessary." "look, man, you just don't shoot a guy." "i mean, killing just ain't that easy." "not cold like that." "michael... any chump can shoot a man down, but it takes a real man to get to another man's heart." "the bullets in the gun-- the bullet was a blank." "they killed bummie." "i ain't hardly forgot." "we're going for the main dude tomorrow." "come on." "(engine starts)" "here you go, sergeant." "not bad." "it's not bad." "i'm gonna recommend you for a promotion." "it's nice." "it's nice." "going on parade or something?" "nah." "i'm just showing out for the fellows." "which means you're not going to work." "joan, baby, get off my case, baby." "sure." "'night, rommel." "joan." "joan." "joan." "just look." "i can't punk out on those guys tomorrow." "i can't." "it's all right for you to punk out on me." "what you mean by that?" "w-what do you mean by that, huh?" "you call humping' in the cab all day "punking"?" "i'm supporting you, ain't i?" "barely." "what more do you want?" "more. that's all." "more." "listen, baby, it ain't never been about money between us, 'cause we ain't never had none." "every cent you bring in the house is a blessing." "but i... need..." "more of you." "i could get more if you could give less to that gang of yours." "listen. joan, listen." "listen, this is the last time out for me." "i mean it. i talked it over with chaka, and he's takin' over." "i ain't jokin' a pound, baby." "after tomorrow, it's quits." "now, i love you." "i love you." "but i can't let them down tomorrow." "are you feeling okay?" "(inaudible)" "(gunshot) pull!" "(gunshot) hey, man, you're pretty good!" "just gotta develop a feel for 'em." "of course, this little baby here helps." " nice shot." " hey, thanks." "you ought to join the turkey shoot." "turkey shoot?" "you havin' a turkey shoot?" "when?" "this saturday at noon." "is this a browning?" "no, this here's a new winchester model 101." "see?" "recoil cocks the second barrel." "right here you get all this satin chrome." "right down here-- it's good handling." " wanna try it?" " you bet i do!" "where do i sign up for that turkey shoot?" " go ask for mr. corelli." " corelli." " right." " mr. corelli." " corelli." " yeah, i got you." " you enjoy yourself." " gee, thanks." "okay." "pull!" "(gunshots)" "and your name?" "joe." "joe." "and your last name, joe?" "blow." "is this some kind of a joke?" "if you notice, i ain't laughing'." "where's the dope?" "look, if you guys want a couple of bags, i'll give" "(cocks pistol) it's in the briefcase." "check it out." "you boys are committing suicide." "where's the money?" "where's the money?" "in the safe." "blood." "fill the bag." "yeah." "(gunshot)" "(click) back off!" "back off!" "back up!" "you all right, man?" "i'm okay." "let's go. come on." "okay." "artie!" "artie!" "get 'em, artie!" "(gunshot)" " (cocks shotgun) - drop it!" "drop it!" "drop it!" "drop it!" "let's get 'em!" "get 'em, damn it, get 'em!" "(gunshots) man: come back!" "gimme your piece!" "you follow 'em, we'll cut 'em off!" "these punks came into my office and ripped me off." " two of them." " who were they?" "i don't know who they were!" "they came in, and they did a number on me." "i'm signing the guy up, and he pulls a gun on me." "they were pretty old then, huh?" "no, they weren't pretty old, they were young." "here!" "come on, come on!" "(gunshot) chaka!" "come on, come on, come on, man!" "there's nothing we can do about it!" "come on!" "(gunshot)" "(gunshot)" "(gunshot)" "(gunshot)" "(gunshot)" "if they went across the place, they're in here somewhere." "you could probably run into that area there." "come on." "come on." "come on!" "man, that's my brother, man!" "come on!" "come on!" "listen, i saw some movement." "go around the side." "yeah." "rommel: blood." "(groans) i'm going back out." "no, no." "don't be stupid, man." "if i could just get to reggie." "hey, man..." "they going to kill you." "he's my brother." "(bottle clatters)" "reggie!" "reggie!" "junior!" "the hell are you doing here?" "!" " you gotta help me, man!" " no!" "(gunshot)" "(gunshot) reggie!" "reggie!" 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