3:15 the Moment of Truth (1986) - full transcript
Violent crime is routine. Organized drug trade runs rampant in the face of powerless authority. And a vicious street gang holds dominion with a savage reign of terror. Welcome to Lincoln High! Here "the Cobras" rule the school and everyone in it. Everyone except for Jeff Hanna. Once the most feared member of the Cobras, Hanna got sick of fighting and got out of the gang for good. But now The Cobras have brutalized his newfound girlfriend and threatened to kill him for his disloyalty. So it's time for one final fight. It's time for one more showdown after the school day ends. Its time for someone to die. Its 3:15
(dramatic music)
(spray paint can shaking)
(spray paint spritzing)
(tense music)
- Yo, Whitey.
- Hey, all right.
(tense music)
- [Guy] Hey, Cinco, give me a pull on that.
- [Cinco] Hi, girls.
- Hey, homeboy.
I'll give you a piece for a piece of pizza
("Out of Control" by Bob Conti and Joe Esposito)
♪ Burning ♪
♪ Burning ♪
- Hey, how about a slice for me, huh? (laughs)
♪ Burning ♪
♪ Out of control ♪
♪ Feel the fire ♪
♪ Burning out of control ♪
♪ Burning ♪
♪ Burning ♪
♪ Burning ♪
♪ Out of control ♪
- Cinco!
Cinco, the cutters are at Spot's.
- That's Cobra territory.
Let's him 'em.
- Yeah. - Come on, let's go!
(chains rattling)
(tense music)
- Oh, jeez!
- [Woman] Look out, AI!
(tense music)
- Let's piss off those guys!
(tense music)
- No!
(tense music)
- Stay low.
- [Woman] Quit it!
- [Man] Do what I tell you, you'll escape. (tense music)
(woman protesting muffled)
(woman shouts)
- Don't you say never!
- Let's go, let's go!
- No!
Smiley, Whitey, over there.
Go around.
- [Smiley] Come on.
- You and me, we're getting the big one.
(tense music)
- Yes!
It'll be real nice.
What do you say, baby?
(thrilling music)
(bottle shatters)
(thrilling music)
(spray can spritzing)
- [Man] Over there!
(men scuffling)
- [Man] Whitey! Woo!
(man grunting)
(bottle shatters)
(head thudding)
- Come on! You think you're bad, don't you?
You think you're fucking bad?
Don't you?
Huh?
(thrilling rock music)
(man shouts)
- [Man] Get the fuck down!
(glass shatters)
(thrilling rock music)
(man shouts)
- Cinco, you'll pay!
(man groans)
(motor revving)
(bottles shattering)
- How does it feel? (laughs)
Get outta here!
Get outta here!
(man laughing)
Yeah! (laughs)
Yeah!
We kicked their ass!
- Come on, get up, get up!
Get up!
Get up!
Get up, get up!
- Oh!
- How's this side, my boy?
- Grab 'em!
(tense music)
- Come on, come on, come on!
Get up, man!
Come on, now!
- Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey.
That's enough, we won.
(tense music)
- I'm gonna hurt him.
- No.
(tense music)
(man screams)
(tense music)
(man groaning)
- See what you've done?
(tense music)
Don't walk on me, bro.
Hannah, you traitor!
Traitor!
(tense music)
(“Touchy Situation“ by Robert Ferraro)
♪ Yeah yeah ♪
♪ Yeah yeah ♪
♪ Yeah yeah ♪
♪ Some people will have to gamble ♪
♪ Others don't even try ♪
♪ Go for that easy money ♪
♪ You're gonna die ♪
♪ He keeps a good luck charm in his pocket ♪
♪ Never leaves home without it ♪
♪ He's crazy not superstitious ♪
♪ That's no lie ♪
♪ Now it's two different views ♪
♪ Time is his illusion ♪
♪ No one gets out alive ♪
♪ It's a touchy situation ♪
♪ There's no escaping no ♪
♪ Hey you got nothing to lose ♪
♪ Hey ♪
- Yo, Whitey, what's up, man?
- [Whitey] Hey.
- How you doing, bro?
- [Whitey] All right, man.
- Ponchy, que pasa, man?
How'd you guys do?
- Oh, jeez, we did about 300 in business today, huh, Pooch?
- Damn. - Hey, man, how do you so good
hanging around this little white punk, huh?
- Hey, Smiley, why do you always have to wise off to Pooch?
I'm getting tired of it.
You do it again, I'm gonna kick your ass.
- Yeah, well, you're full of it, white boy.
(switchblade clicks)
- Hey, Smiley.
We thought it over, man,
and we've come to the conclusion
that you're just too big a pussy to be a Cobra.
Pinga-head.
(all laugh)
Had you, man.
Yo, yo, there goes Norman.
Let's mess with Norman.
We'll give you the day off, all right, Smiley?
Yo, Norman, what's up?
Like your shirt, man.
Nice, nice.
Whoa, take it easy, man, we cool.
Yo, nice glasses.
Here you go. - Come on, leave me alone
- Oh, sorry about your books!
Oh, Norman!
- Be cool, man.
Just be cool and you ain't gonna get hurt, all right?
- Where's your money, Norman, huh?
Where is it?
You holding, Norman, huh?
- Look at this, Norman.
- [Norman] My glasses, no!
- Aw.
- I'm sorry, man.
- [Smiley] Life's a bitch, ain't it?
- [Whitey] I'm sorry.
(men shouting out)
(man speaking foreign language)
(rock music on car radio)
- Hey, Hannah, this is a great car, man.
I guess your mom got a job, huh?
- Ha-ha, very funny.
- Hey, what, you can't take a joke anymore?
- A joke.
You're the joker.
- [Boy] What's that?
- Wasn't me whose ass coach whipped.
- Hey, listen, I may be benched,
but you, my man, have got the rare pleasure
of late practice til 10:00 tonight.
Now, you might think that I might not be playing next week,
but if you thought that, you would be wrong.
- Money, man.
Money.
This?
This here is what being a Cobra is all about,
making money.
Okay. - What is wrong with you?
You know, you hang around with these dark types, man,
and it does something to your brain.
I worry about you.
(Hannah laughs)
And listen, speaking of dark types,
I wouldn't mind at all if we went and
stomped a little Cobra ass.
- Yeah, forget it, Chris, all right?
- Hey, even if you used to run with those guys,
they're still lowlife, man.
- Yeah, well, stomping 'em might be a little tricky,
all right man?
I just don't want any hassles with them, all right?
- I'll tell you, man, something should be done.
Yeah, some things never change, my man.
I'll see you later.
- Later.
- Hey, Jeff, how you doing?
- What can I do for you?
- I'm just saying hello.
You're looking kinda lonely.
- Me and Sherry, we like being alone.
- Hey, that's not what I hear. She's gonna let you down.
- Hey, I pick 'em better than that.
I picked you, remember?
- That's some cold shit.
(guys laughing)
- You know I'd give you this,
but you'd probably like it.
- Ooh, well, just speak into the microphone, baby.
- Yeah, you wish!
You wish!
(guy sighs)
- Probably like it!
(girl laughs)
- [Officer] (on radio) This is young unit on the QT,
waiting instructions, Lieutenant Moran.
Over and out.
- [Dispatcher] Thanks, unit.
Holding.
(typewriter clacking nearby)
- Well, Homer, the police department is very interested
in the drug activity here at the school.
- You know, when I was a teacher,
I patrolled those halls myself.
I made sure those students knew exactly who was boss.
- The good old days, huh?
Think things are ever that good?
- At least we used to be able to control them.
I mean, we had a unified school board, faculty,
we had kids whose parents laid down the law.
Now we got curriculum disputes, we got pay disputes,
I got all sorts of special interest groups on my back,
I mean, those students are not students,
they're a bunch of little terrorists.
- Yeah.
(tense music)
- I'll have the rest for you tomorrow, man, I promise.
- This is dick, man!
Come here.
(switchblade clicks)
(tense music)
(blade scratching)
Next time, it's gonna be your face!
- What do we got here?
(Whitey laughs)
Hey guys!
All right, all right.
We got business over here?
Huh? What do you got?
- 10 dollars.
- 10 bucks? What is 10 bucks?
- That's all I got.
- All right, man, check your locker third period.
What do you got? 10 bucks? - How you doing?
- All right, fine. - Thanks a lot.
- Check your locker third period.
- Thanks a lot.
- Where is that guy?
Hey, you owe me four bucks, man.
Give me that four bucks.
Don't you ever be late again.
All right, we got business over here, guys?
- Yeah, yeah.
Let me get a nickel, man.
- Nickel?
All right, fine.
- I mean, these kids are so high on dope
they might as well be zombies.
- (scoffs) Zombie busters, is that we are?
(telephone rings nearby)
- You're a pretty funny fellow, Moran.
- Well, I mean, you ought to smile a bit more yourself, pal.
You know, you're working on a coronary.
(tense music)
- Ooh! (speaks foreign language)
- Dream on, Smiley.
(Smiley laughs)
- Mm, yeah, wake me up, baby.
- Please.
- Mm, she could stop traffic, man.
- Yeah, she can use and abuse it, man, she's a UFO.
(students chattering)
- [Boy On Phone] Yeah, I know, what gives?
Yeah, I told you.
No, no, no.
(students chattering)
- Good news.
- Parents are leaving the country, right?
- Not that good.
- Oh, Shit.
- They're going to a play tonight.
Won't be home till real late.
- I got practice till 10.
- I'll pick you up.
I've never picked up a guy before.
- Yes, you have!
(girl laughs)
(school bell ringing)
(tense music)
- Okay, kids, your time has come.
Get ready to start now.
Exactly two minutes the bell will ring.
So give them about five minutes or so
to get into their routes.
They'll be far enough from the exits
and the halls should be cleared.
- Now, all the exits are going to be covered?
- Relax, we're very good at this.
Unless you want to get a club and join in.
(guys laughing)
- All right, boss.
- What's up, Cinco?
- Hey, boss, thanks, man.
- You guys ready out there?
- Hear ya, boss.
- Okay.
Get ready and start eating these kids up.
You know, Homer, maybe we should just shoot 'em,
you know, and save the price of a trial.
- I wish we could.
(school bell ringing)
♪ Let's go to work ♪
♪ Checkin' out jerks ♪
- Ha, check it out, yo.
Yo, teach, what's the haps?
Wanna buy some herb?
Kinda late for class, ain't you, baby?
(basketball bounces)
♪ With an answer not a question ♪
♪ None of this acceptable business ♪
Yo!
Roll call, boys!
Come one, let's go!
I ain't got all day.
Got some herb for you fellas.
Hey, man, don't you know that's illegal?
Cool it, bro.
Yo, cut your business short.
Come on, man, I got some business to take care of.
Let's go.
Loose joints, a dollar a joint, man.
- A packet for Kathy C.
Maybe she'll be good to me later, huh?
1436, that's right.
(ball bouncing)
- You know what I'm talking about?
Hey, I'm talking about good things, man.
You know.
That's all we need to do.
("Lined up" by Shriekback)
- All units move in.
Move in.
(cars rumbling)
- You know, you'd look good in a Chevy, man.
One with jingle balls, little dog in the back window
with the head going up and down and stuff like that.
That'd be bad for you.
♪ We got all lined up ♪
- Hey, we got it all filled up through here.
What's it get us?
- Nothing.
- Oh, right.
(gate slams)
(tires screech)
♪ All lined up ♪
- What a day.
♪ Rolling up a joint and going to class ♪
- Freeze!
You're under arrest!
Move it!
(tires screeching)
(sirens wailing)
- Get that guy!
Move!
- Hey come on, Pooch!
Will you shake it?
Come on.
It's over here, 144? goes down.
And hurry it up.
I'll take care of the lower lines.
- All right, both of you freeze!
Freeze!
Hold it right there, gentlemen!
- Shit! - Nobody move!
- Oh, Shit!
(locker bangs shut)
- [Cop] You know anything about these joints?
- Hey, what are you doing, guys? (lockers banging)
What are you doing?
Hey, hey!
- You're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
Shut up!
♪ One line leads to another ♪
♪ They cross at the corners run straight at the sides ♪
- Come on!
Come on, we got you.
Don't fight.
Get down!
Let's sit down! ♪ Two red circles and a thick black spine ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
- [Officer] Two suspects in custody.
Unit three out.
♪ We got all lined up ♪
- I am having a real good time.
♪ We got all lined up ♪
- But that's what you need, man. It's nice to look at.
A lot of nice women, you know ...
- You got a big mouth. ♪ We got all lined up all lined up ♪
Why don't you just shut up and do your work?
♪ Let it fall into place we could tie it to a tree ♪
♪ We could point it at you we could make it a habit ♪
- Oh, I know I got a big mouth.
You know, I'm gonna shut up and do my work, boss.
That's right. ♪ Or we could ignore it ♪
- Cinco! Smiley!
The cops!
Get out of here, man!
Yo!
- [Cop] Hold it, buddy.
("Lined up" by Shriekback)
- Ah!
Shit!
Get off me, you fuckin' assholes!
♪ We showed those people in a way they understand ♪
♪ Shiny little eyes on a big red bus ♪
- Hannah!
Take this!
- I don't want that shit!
♪ Going this way ♪
- That was his shit!
That's his shit!
It's his shit!
Let me go, man.
It's his stuff!
(Cinco and Smiley shouting)
- You're dead, motherfucker!
You are fuckin' dead!
(Cinco and Smiley shouting)
♪ We got all lined up ♪
♪ All lined up all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
- No, man, I got a test today!
♪ We got all lined up we got all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
- What Marx meant to say by saying that
history repeats itself first as tragedy then as farce,
was the generations that imitate the styles
of previous generations do so with an unconscious drain
on their power.
Or as he elsewhere put it,
the traditions of all the dead generations
weigh on the living like a nightmare.
(school bell rings)
Before you go, your homework.
Those without photographic memory, please copy it down.
- So you gonna be up for Friday night or not?
- Hey, I can't see the board.
You wanna move?
- Why? From what I hear you're not gonna be alive
for next week's test anyway.
(students chattering)
- Hey!
Hannah!
Hannah, hey, Jeff, you okay, man?
- You heard?
- It's all over school.
They say the Cobras kicked your ass up and down.
- The Cobras got busted.
- [Boy] Yo, Hannah!
- Hey.
- What happened, man?
- What the hell's going on around here?
- Well, I hear something like you went after Cinco
for taking Lora away from you.
- Are you kidding, man?
That's a favor.
Look, I got cooking class, man, I gotta jam.
- See ya.
Tell me, what did happen?
- Nothing.
- Nothing? It's all anyone's talking about, man.
They busted up all the lockers.
- So?
- So? So the way I hear it, uh,
after Cinco kicked your ass,
you went to the cops and got him popped.
- Jim, what were the cops doing here in the first place?
- I'm just telling you what's going around, man.
But a lot of people are upset.
Very upset.
- Well, in a couple of days they'll be un-upset.
(student coughing)
- What happened?
- The cops were on Cinco.
He tried to lay some stuff on me
and I threw it back in his lap.
Then the cops started to kick the shit out of him.
- Cinco blames you.
- So?
I don't care.
- I don't care if you don't care.
- The whole thing is no big deal.
Even Cinco knows that I'm out of all that now, all right?
- [Teacher] Come on, you two.
- It's no big deal, that's just great.
I just don't want to be the last one to hear stuff.
- You won't be the last one to hear stuff.
- The deal so far has been we don't keep secrets.
If it's gonna be another way, I'd like to know, okay?
Okay?
- Okay.
You're beautiful when you're angry.
- It's a good thing you got some talents,
'cause being funny isn't one of them.
(Jeff chuckles)
(tense music)
- I'm gonna enjoy taking Hannah apart, man.
That guy was always a wiseguy, you know what I mean?
- Hannah was the best we ever had in the Cobras.
Except for me.
- Why'd he turn narc?
- Why isn't even important.
I gotta crush anybody dumb enough to cross me.
It's a matter of pride.
Nothing's more important that pride.
- Faster, faster, faster, faster!
Come on, defense!
Come on, Hannah!
Move, move, move, move!
Come on, you guys, you're playing like a bunch of girls.
Holy mack.
Come on, faster, girls, faster!
Come on!
Ah, come on, defense!
Here!
Come on, hustle, hustle!
Go, Hannah!
All right!
Come on! ("The Right Time" by Chris Farren)
♪ When it started out ♪
♪ Never thought it'd come to this ♪
♪ And now I find myself ♪
♪ Wanting so much more ♪
♪ I could hold you till the sun comes up ♪
♪ Take tonight to celebrate ♪
♪ And you'll see that baby ♪
♪ This could be the right time ♪
♪ Everybody has to wait sometimes ♪
- I've never done this before.
- Hey, I seem to remember uh...
- In my parents' house.
(Jeff snickers)
♪ Whoa you need to find out girl ♪
- What is it, Sherry?
♪ There's a time and place to take control ♪
- I...
♪ This could be the right time ♪
- Tell me.
♪ I don't need anybody ♪
- This gang stuff.
Please don't get involved.
Promise me?
♪ 80 darling take a look at me ♪
♪ Tell me you don't wanna go ♪
- I'm not fighting anyone.
Hey.
I'm a lover.
(Sherry laughs)
- I don't want to lose you.
- You can't.
You're stuck with me.
I promise.
♪ I don't need anybody to tell me what I'm feeling about you ♪
♪ I don't need anybody to tell me that the moment is here ♪
(Sherry moans)
- [Mrs. Havilland] Honey!
We're home!
- Oh, Shit!
You've got to get out of here.
I don't know about your family, but I know about my dad.
He would kill me.
No, he would kill you.
- Why can't we just say I was here doing homework?
- No!
Sneak out quietly.
- Sneak out? How?
- I don't know.
Jump out the window.
(door bangs shut)
- Jump out the window?
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi, honey.
- Hi. - Mm.
We came home early.
Your mom isn't feeling too good.
- Ugh!
I have a splitting headache.
Mm.
What have you been up to?
- Oh, nothing.
I did my homework and uh, watched TV.
- Nothing else?
- How's school?
Anything exciting?
- It was a normal day.
(door shuts nearby)
- Jeff!
What a lovely surprise.
- Hi, everybody.
- Jeff.
Goodnight.
("Oh Lucille" by Robert Ferrero)
♪ Everybody's looking for a piece of the action ♪
♪ Everybody's looking for a piece of the pie ♪
♪ I'm the kind that can't get no satisfaction ♪
♪ If I didn't call you up I don't get no reply ♪
♪ Still I try my best to reach you ♪
♪ Dialed every number on my phone ♪
- I heard about what you did yesterday.
About the Cobras.
- I didn't do anything.
- You stood up to 'em.
A lot of us really respect you for that, you know?
- I don't want to stand up to anybody.
I just want to mind my own life.
I don't want to mess with the Cobras any more than you do.
- Well, that's all fine,
but listen, if you run into any repercussions with this,
I want you to know that I'll be right behind you 100%.
- What are you gonna do, confuse 'em?
- I'll see you around, Jeff.
- How does it feel to be a celebrity, man?
- Is that what I am?
- Yeah, you're a celebrity.
- What are you?
- I'm a goddamn celebrity.
You want my autograph?
- What's that?
♪ Though I try my best to reach you ♪
♪ You tell me good guys always finish last ♪
♪ Oh Lucille ♪
♪ This could be the start of my dreams ♪
♪ Oh Lucille ♪
- Cinco says you're a dead man.
- You're in my way.
- Oh, ladies, you look beautiful today.
Did your mamas dress you like that?
Oh, you wanna fuck with me? You wanna fuck me, huh, baby?
- Chris! - Yeah.
(students chattering)
- Thanks a lot for last night, pal.
- Thank you.
How'd it go?
- I handled them.
I'm the alibi queen.
I could sell refrigerators to Eskimos.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm. (school bell ringing)
- Well, I knew you could handle 'em.
I knew that.
- I discussed your problem with Zing.
The Tams can't war with the Cobras for a friend,
but they could for a comrade Tam.
For you the door is open.
- Thanks.
It's not gonna happen.
- [Homer] (on PA) As you are all well aware,
metro police conducted a locker search yesterday,
turning up over $12000 worth of drugs.
Now, let it be known that I am committed
to this kind of action
until drugs have been completely eliminated
from Lincoln High.
There is no place for drug use on this campus.
Five young men were arrested yesterday
in connection with selling drugs
and the authorities have assured me
that these criminals will receive
the stiffest penalties under the law.
Now, let them serve as an example to all of you.
(Smiley laughing)
- Stiff penalty.
- As you probably know, Luis "Smiley" Gonzalez
was in school today.
- And that just makes me the laughingstock of this school.
Here I promised swift, hard punishment to drug dealers,
they're back in school the next day.
- You shouldn't make promises you can't keep.
(typewriter clacking nearby)
Now, where was I?
Uh, oh yeah.
Loreno, he had five joint on him.
That'll get him a traffic ticket.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute, Moran. Back up.
What do you mean promises I can't keep?
- Look, you wanted to prove something.
But what you don't realize is it's a situation
too far gone for police work to get done what you need done.
I mean, you called for this bust and I made it.
Me and my guys had a good workout.
But it's all bullshit.
- It sounds to me like you're saying
this situation is totally out of hand.
- You know, I bet you could put two and two together
and really come up with something.
- No, I don't accept that.
I do not accept that things are out of my control.
I can't work that way.
What are you, anyway, some sort of expert?
- Look, you want me to give you this report or not?
Now, Cinco claims the stuff that he had
was planted on him by another student, Jeff Hannah.
Now, I'd like to talk to him if that's okay.
- Use this office.
I want to be there.
We cleaned his record of gang activity.
He owes us.
We can use him.
- This type of road sign informs highway users
of certain traffic laws or regulations
which apply to those sections of the roadway
where the signs are ...
Can't his wait till after class?
- Can't you read?
I mean, it says it's important.
(students laugh)
- I can read.
Can you read?
Stand up straight.
Now get out.
Jeff, Horner wants to see you in his office.
Failure to comply with the directions
indicated on such signs constitutes a violation of law.
The primary purpose of these signs
is to promote safe and efficient use of streets.
- We have one case: Cinco.
We had him dead to rights with a bag of smack.
But he claims the stuff was yours.
- Yeah, what do you think?
- Doesn't matter what I think.
It matters what the DA thinks.
- So?
- So, with the shitty evidence we got,
he's declined to prosecute, Cinco's gonna go free and
I understand he's threatened to kill you.
- Jeff, you've got all this gang activity behind you.
Don't screw up now. - What do you want me to do?
You want me to testify against Cinco?
- That's the only way we're gonna get a conviction.
You see, I don't know why you don't want to help me.
I helped you.
Draper came, said we had to clean your record
so you could play ball.
I cooperated, I want something back.
- It's Cinco's word against mine
and I got a damn good reason to lie.
What do you think I should do?
You think I should cooperate, Moran?
- Well, what can I say, kid?
Life's tricky.
- (scoffs) Look, I'm a guaranteed dead man
if word gets out I'm a narc.
All I got now is the Cobras on me.
If I testify, it'll be the whole damn school.
It's real tricky.
- Well, I can't hold him for more than 36 hours
without charging him.
(Jeff sighs)
- Well, it's simple.
You're gonna let him out and he's gonna try to kill me.
- Isn't that incentive to join our side?
- Homer, I was never on your side!
Look, you two started this game
and now you want me to join in
by committing totally piss fucking suicide.
Well, I got a game for you.
It's called go fuck yourself.
And you can go fuck him, too, Moran.
(door bangs shut)
- I'm gonna suspend that little son of a bitch.
- No, leave him alone.
Can't you face it? He's right.
We stuck him right in the middle.
- Moran, I am sick and tired of listening to judgments
from a burnout like you.
Now, trying to save this school may seem like
a worthless, hopeless job, but not to me.
I'm gonna bust those Cobras,
I'm gonna get them the hell out of my school,
and if I have to sacrifice some basketball star, so be it.
There are plenty of decent kids in this school
who never did any harm to anybody.
I'm on their side.
You don't like that, go to hell.
- [Man] Hannah, you narc!
Who you been talking to?
Time to die, Hannah! (laughing)
(gun clicks)
(Pooch laughing)
(tense music)
(tapping on window)
- Excuse me.
- I just got a bad feeling about this.
- A bad feeling about what?
- Ever since I left the gang,
Cinco's had something to prove to himself.
He ain't gonna leave this alone.
- If you're trying to scare me, you're doing a terrific job.
- I don't want to scare you.
I just want you to know how things stand.
- The cops have him.
They have him locked up.
What are you worried about?
- I just get this feeling that somehow I'm unlucky.
That somehow, my life is changed.
It used to be going great, no surprises and normal.
And now all this shit hits me!
It sucks.
- You're not unlucky.
(dramatic music)
Hi.
- Hi, Sherry!
I like the dress.
- Thanks, I got it at the mall.
- Yeah?
Move it, Patch.
- Thanks.
- Forget it, I didn't do it for you.
- What do you want?
- You tell Jeff I need to talk to him
in the Zero Club tonight.
He knows the place.
It's important.
It's about Cinco.
(school bell rings)
(tense music)
- Yo.
- Jeff.
- [Jeff] How you doing?
- Listen up, man.
You're a leader.
You know without being told that Cinco is sick.
He's in jail, he's getting out.
He's got no reason to kill,
but that doesn't bother him.
Be prepared.
- Be prepared?
Be prepared?
Look, if you think Cinco's such a lowlife,
why don't you and the M-16's take him on, huh?
I'm not a part of this shit anymore.
(Jeff sighs)
- They're telling everybody they're gonna kick your ass.
See, I think we should get to them first.
We should beat the living shit out of 'em.
I mean, everybody is so afraid of the Cobras,
but nobody has ever stood up to them.
I mean, I think we could take 'em, man.
- We should mess with the Cobras?
- Yeah, if we got enough guys.
- All right, suppose we do kick their ass.
You think that's gonna be the end of it?
That they're just gonna forget about it?
- Well, they sure as shit ain't gonna
come back for more, man.
- Yeah, yeah, maybe not when we're together.
How about when we're alone?
- Oh, man, you're such a wuss.
- Come on, man, I'm not afraid of fighting,
I just don't want to see myself get severely messed up.
Besides, there's other stuff to consider.
- Oh, yeah, like what?
- Like what it does to our records.
A in gang wars.
That's gonna look really neat on our college applications.
- Yeah, well, what the hell are we supposed to do?
Are we supposed to just sit around here and wait?
I got more brains than this.
(locker door bangs shut)
I mean, Jim is right about one thing.
These guys are not gonna fight with fair odds.
They're gonna hit you when you're alone.
Come on, what do you think?
- I think that as long as they're talking about
what they're gonna do, they're not gonna do anything.
(switchblade clicks)
- [Whitey] Hey, Jeff.
I gotta fuck your girlfriend.
Sherry, she's lookin' real good.
You know what I'm saying?
What are you gonna do about it, huh?
You ain't gonna do nothing about it.
'Cause you're a pussy.
Don't you think Sherry and I would look great together?
Huh, fag?
Huh? Come on, I can see you wanna do something to me, go
on.
Make a move.
You scared of us, huh?
You scared of us, Jeff?
Huh?
Huh? Come on.
Come on, what are you gonna do?
Huh?
Huh? Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Huh?
What are you gonna do, huh?
You ain't doing shit 'cause you a faggot. (laughs)
Come on, let's go.
(weight clangs)
Hey, Normie!
Hey, give me some of them nachos, huh?
- Why do you put up with this shit, man?
- I've put up with a lot.
- Yeah, well, you should've kicked their ass then.
- Did it ever occur to you that maybe the last thing
we'd want is a fight?
- Well, somebody should do it, man.
- No one else will.
- You see, even Norman's got more balls than you.
- I don't believe this.
I got a bunch of crazy killers on my hands.
- [Chris] We're on your side, Jeff.
- Where are you going?
- Was it something he said?
- Ooh!
Hey, Sherry.
I miss you, sweetheart.
You know what I mean?
How about a little blow job, huh?
(loud slap)
Fucking bitch!
(tense music)
(Whitey grunts)
(tense music)
- You can try anything you want on me,
but if you ever touch her again, you're dead!
(tense music)
- Jeff!
Let him go.
Let him go.
(Whitey panting)
Let's go see Homer.
- Let's not!
- What the fuck you looking at?
- Sherry, I don't want you here tomorrow.
Cinco's probably gonna be out.
I'm gonna have enough to worry about besides you.
- Oh, really?
Who else you gonna worry about?
Lora?
She wants to meet you at the club
and talk about Cinco.
- Are you jealous about Lora?
I'm through with her.
You know that.
Don't start in about stuff that's nothing.
- You're getting off on this gang shit, aren't you?
I'm seeing the real you for the first time
and I don't like it.
- The real me?
What are you, a shrink all of a sudden?
I just saved your ass!
Can't you get it up to thank me a little bit?
- You saved my ass?
It felt great hitting that guy, didn't it?
You fed me all those lies,
telling me that you wanted a normal life
and something better.
It was all a lie!
- Hey, I am something better
and I'm sure as shit not gonna let them
or anyone else stop me from getting what I want!
- How are you gonna get it if you're dead?
- I'm not gonna die!
I'm not gonna die.
What do you expect me to do?
What do you expect?
I'll walk you to class.
- No!
I don't want you in my life anymore.
I don't want you around, get it?
- Man, I'm pissed!
- What's up?
- I've been down with Cinco for years,
you know, I mean since time.
- Yeah, so?
- Yeah, so I do all the dirty work for the Cobras.
I'm down on my knees for those assholes
and Cinco goes for Lora.
- Lora's cool.
- What?
She's a two-faced bitch.
She's fuckin' Cinco and at the same time
she's following Jeff around like a dog.
- So what's the problem?
- So I'm gonna get her.
(hair whips)
- You are so cool!
- Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you.
That was a very funny gag you pulled with the mask.
You know, that's what they give the little
shitheads in the gang to do.
That's how it works.
They give you they garbage.
Well, I got a message for you to give to Cinco, all right?
You listening, shithead?
Now, this rap on me that I'm a narc is bullshit.
Now, I know it and Cinco knows it.
Now, I want you to ask him if he wants to go to war with me
over something we both know I didn't do, all right?
(tense music)
(ball bouncing)
- Hiya, Coach.
What's new?
- What's new?
What's new is I heard Horner tell the DA
he can expect to make murder charges stick
against the Cobras.
He was even able to give them the name of the victim.
It's you.
- Nothing new here, Coach.
(ball bouncing)
- Quit bouncing the goddamn ball, Hannah.
I mean, the funny thing is,
Horner really cares about this school.
He just figures he has to kill a few kids to save it.
- I know about all that shit, Coach.
You know, last week I figured if I could make
10 free throws in a row, I'd be ready to win.
And last year when I ran with Cinco,
if I could get through one night without hitting somebody,
I figured everything would be just great.
I can't go back to the Cobras.
And there's nothing in your world to protect me.
So I'm nowhere.
Somehow I gotta get used to that.
(ball bouncing)
(loud rock music)
- You better move along fast, quill head.
(bottle shattering)
(tires screeching)
(loud rock music)
- Members only, man, members only man, all right?
No, you're a friend of nobody, man.
Hey, don't give me that shit tonight, buddy!
- I know you're a tough guy.
- All right?
- I know you're tough guy, I see you every night man.
But you got a soft heart.
(bottle shattering)
(loud rock music)
- [Man] Come on, buddy, come on.
Chill out, chill out, all right?
- You wanna get out of here?
- I wouldn't mind.
- All right, chill out, all right?
- Where is that bitch?
Go into the back.
(car rumbling)
- [Radio DJ] It's Stormin' Norman.
This one goes out to Douglas.
- You know, we could enjoy this.
- What can you tell me?
- You want me to help you, you help me.
Come on, open me up.
- No.
This isn't gonna happen.
Sorry.
(car horn honking)
Do you want to help or not?
- Cinco got your message.
- And?
- He says you're dead.
He says no excuses.
If you try and run he's gonna find you and kill you,
if you stay put he's gonna find you and kill you.
Whatever happens, you're dead.
And just for the fun of it, he's gonna get Sherry.
Just so you know he means it.
(motor rumbling)
- All that time we ran together and it means nothing now.
We saved each other's asses a million times.
- He doesn't like people leaving him.
It upsets him.
- Yeah, I gave up on the Cobras.
I got out and he can't stand it.
(car horn honks)
Thanks, Lora.
Thanks.
(loud rock music)
(motor revving)
(tense music)
(motor revving)
(tense music)
- Hey.
(tense music)
- What's up?
We've been looking for you.
You better stop hanging out with your old boyfriend.
I mean, we feel left out.
(Lora grunts)
(tense music)
(telephone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Jeff] Hello, is Sherry there?
- Uh, she doesn't want to speak to you
and quite frankly, we're all delighted.
- Put her on the phone, goddammit!
It's important.
- I don't think so.
- I'll speak to him.
I'll speak to him.
- Hello, Jeff.
- Sherry, listen to me, you're in a lot of deep shit.
- I have nothing else to say to you.
Please don't call me anymore.
- Look, the Cobras are going after you tomorrow.
You can't go to school.
- Me?
Why me?
What did I do?
- [Jeff] It's a way of getting at me.
Just stay home and everything'll be all right.
- I don't want to play this game.
I'm not listening!
- You've gotta listen.
You've gotta listen!
- Why are you dragging me into this?
- What, is your mother standing over you
telling you what to say?
- This is not my mother, this is me.
You promised.
(dramatic music)
- [Officer] (on radio) 431.
425.
(dramatic music)
- How was jail, boss?
- Fuck jail.
And fuck Jeff Hannah.
He's gonna pay for this.
Pass the word.
The Cobras meet Hannah and his jock friends
at the school at 3:15.
Now shut up and drive.
(motor revs)
(van rumbles)
(students chattering)
- [Kid] Hey, Tommy!
(students chattering)
- [Homer] (on PA) As a result of today's half day,
all Friday club and extracurricular activities
have been canceled.
School grounds will be looked as of one p-m-.
That concludes today's announcements.
(school bell rings)
- Did you see her?
- I was by the courts, she wasn't there.
- I got to the front door, man, I didn't see her.
- Did you look in her home room?
- No.
- Why not?
- Why didn't you look at her home room, man?
- Me?
What would you blame it on me for?
- [Teacher] "Summer by this sun of York
"and all the clouds that lowered upon our house
"in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
"Our stern alarms changed to merry meetings,
"our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
"Now is the winter of our discontent
"made glorious summer by this sun of York."
- What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Aren't you supposed to be in class?
- I have an important message for someone in here.
- Well, if you have an important message
you better come with me.
(Jeff sighs)
- Hey, I'm gonna go see Horner myself.
(machinery rumbling)
- You wanna fight?
Even here, man.
Look, I'll rip you open 'cause I don't give a fuck!
Hey, Cinco says there's a time and a place for everything.
The place is here at school.
Now, you tell your friend Hannah, okay, tough guy?
- Yeah, you just give me the time, man, we'll be there.
- The time? (laughs)
You'll find out later.
(dramatic music)
(machinery whirring)
- Jeff, I told you she's safe in class.
(telephone rings)
- Yeah?
Yes.
Yes.
Lora Benedict was beaten last night.
- Do something.
Now.
Okay?
Now.
(dramatic music)
(wailing siren approaching)
(dramatic music)
- "Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
"Our bruised arms hung up for monuments."
(chain rattling)
Sherry, you're wanted in the principal's office.
(dramatic music)
"And yet, she too is dismayed.
"She is dispatched."
(dramatic music)
- [Patch] Get her!
- Oh, no!
- Cinco sends his love!
- [Sherry] Oh, no!
No, don't!
No!
(Sherry crashes into wall)
(slap lands)
- They jumped on me! (crying)
(dramatic music)
- [Sherry] Put me down!
No!
(dramatic music)
Please!
Don't!
Oh!
(Cobrette laughing)
- Honey, you're a mess.
(door crashes open)
Let's get out of here!
(dramatic music)
(Sherry crying)
(siren blaring nearby)
- I heard from Smiley.
They want the fight at school, but I didn't get a time.
- I got a time.
15-.
- You can count on me, man.
- Hey, Jim if you don't want to be here,
it's better you don't come.
Nobody's proven anything here today anyway.
- I don't think I can make it, Hannah.
- Jesus, man, I knew it!
(ambulance motor revving)
(siren wailing)
(trunk bangs shut)
- Dr. Horner!
I gotta talk to you a minute.
We gotta do something about Hannah.
Transfer the kid to another school.
- I got a meeting with the goddamn school board
in 15 minutes.
We'll talk later.
- Hey, don't you get it?
Somebody's gonna get killed!
- I'm late.
(car door slams shut)
(motor revs)
(door clicks open)
- Hi.
- I was afraid you were mad at me.
That you wouldn't come.
- I'm not mad at you.
- I look great, huh?
- Yeah.
- I look like shit.
- Hey.
It doesn't matter.
- You gotta go soon and meet them and I can't stand it.
- I can't either.
But they went after Lora and then they went after you.
I gotta put an end to it.
If they kill you, how am I gonna deal with that?
- Well, uh, when do you think she'll be released?
- What are you doing?
Your mother's right outside.
- I don't care.
(clock ticking)
("No Hesitation" by Chris Farren)
(Jeff sighs)
- It's simple.
Either you take them out or they take you out.
Either way it's over real quick, right?
♪ Try to imagine ♪
♪ Even if it takes all night ♪
♪ You've got to choose someone's got to lose ♪
♪ And either way ♪
♪ Know that you're leaving ♪
♪ But you can't bear the thought of leaving alone ♪
♪ Everybody's right everybody's wrong ♪
♪ And nothing seems clear ♪
♪ You better make up your mind ♪
♪ No hesitation ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ You're running all out of time ♪
♪ No more waiting ♪
♪ Hey baby ♪
♪ You put yourself on the line ♪
♪ No hesitation ♪
♪ There's really no place to hide ♪
♪ No one waiting ♪
♪ You got to make up your mind ♪
(switchblade clicking)
- [Guy] Looks like your pals are late, Jeff!
♪ I see the light out right through ♪
♪ Trying to be strong going on alone ♪
♪ It's up to you ♪
- Come on, we're waiting!
♪ Hey turn around and face it ♪
♪ Like a thief who runs in the night ♪
♪ Always on the run leaving things undone ♪
♪ There's no way out ♪
♪ You better make up your mind ♪
♪ No hesitation ♪
♪ You're running all out of time ♪
♪ No more waiting ♪
♪ You put yourself on the line ♪ (telephone ringing) ♪
♪ No hesitation hey hey ♪
♪ There's really no place to hide ♪
- [Chris's Mom] Hello?
- Yeah, is Chris there?
- [Chris's Mom] Yes.
Uh, but he came home with a fever and he's asleep now.
Why don't you call him back tomorrow?
("No Hesitation" by Chris Farren)
- Hey, hey.
Hey, man.
- Yeah.
- With these odds, ain't no harm in walking.
- You guys wanna help?
Yeah, right, yeah.
Win or lose, you come out great, right?
What time is it?
- [Guy] 3:13.
(rock music)
♪ You better make up your mind ♪
♪ No hesitation hey yeah ♪
♪ You're running all out of time ♪
♪ No more waiting ♪
♪ You put yourself on the line ♪
(window shattering)
♪ No hesitation baby hey ♪
♪ There's really no place to hide ♪
♪ And no more waiting ♪
♪ Yeah now now ♪
♪ You better make up your mind ♪
♪ No hesitation ♪
- Honey, you're supposed to be in bed.
- Can you give me the keys to your car?
- What?
- Give me the keys to your car!
(dramatic music)
Where's Jeff?
- He's in there.
(dramatic music)
- Where is this fucking guy?
I'm gonna kick his ass.
- Just keep quiet, he'll be here.
- Yeah, well, I hope so, man,
'cause I want to be the one to cut this faggot up,
all right?
Yo, yo, yo!
Shh!
Yo, yo.
Did you guys hear that?
- Man, I didn't hear nothing.
- Shut up, all right, I heard something.
Look, I'm gonna go check it out, all right?
- Hey, uh, I think I'm gonna go check it out, too man.
- Shut up, Smiley.
Go on, Chooch.
(tense music)
(door slams shut)
(switchblade clicks)
- Showtime.
Come here, tough guy.
Come on.
Come here.
Come on, son, come on.
Ha!
(tense music)
(laughs) Got you scared, huh?
(tense music)
- Let's go.
- Come on.
Come on, man.
(Chooch grunts)
(blows landing)
(tense music)
- Cinco, he's in here!
(tense music)
We got you now, you narc bastard!
(tense music)
Now!
(blows landing)
(lockers banging)
(Whitey grunts)
(blows landing)
(tense music)
(Jeff panting)
(chains rattling)
(dramatic music)
(Jeff coughing)
- Does it hurt, pal?
Huh?
Good.
It's gonna get even worse.
You let the cops get to me, man.
We were like brothers and you sold me out!
You sold me out.
And now you're gonna pay for it.
- Stab him, man, stick him! - Let him go!
(dramatic music)
Let him go.
- (laughs) Will you look at this?
- I said let him go!
- Get the hell out of here, you shithead.
(tense music)
I said get the hell out of here!
(bat thuds)
(blow lands)
(chain rattling)
(gun fires)
(gate crashes)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(tense music)
(gun fires)
- Jeff!
- Let's go.
- Norman.
What are you doing here?
You should've stayed away.
- I'll think about that next time.
- I'll go get help.
- I ain't going anywhere.
(tense music)
- Don't worry.
We'll get him.
(door slams nearby)
What was that?
(tense music)
(switchblade clicks)
Take this and go after him.
He's got nothing.
Go after him.
You're a Cobra.
(tense music)
(switchblade clicks)
(tense music)
- I don't wanna fight.
This is stupid.
I don't wanna fight.
(switchblade clatters)
(locker bangs)
(gun fires)
(Pooch whimpers)
(tense music)
- Hey, Cinco, you all done killing your own guys?
(gun fires)
(tense music)
(gun fires)
(tense music)
(gun fires)
(Jeff grunts)
(Cinco panting)
(Jeff groans)
- No.
Not yet.
I'm gonna have a little fun with you first.
(Jeff grunts)
(wailing sirens nearby)
Come on, you crazy motherfucks!
Come and get me!
You're too late!
It's all over, you stupid bastards!
Come on, come and get me!
I'm ready for you!
Come on!
It's all over!
You can't help him now!
Cobras forever!
Cobras forever!
Nobody screws with Cinco!
Nobody!
I Win!
- [Shelly] Jeff!
- Come on.
(tense music)
Come on.
Come on.
(tense music)
Come on.
Come on.
(tense music)
(Cinco shouts)
(dramatic rock music)
(blows landing)
(dramatic rock music)
(gun clatters)
(window shatters)
(dramatic rock music)
(cartridge clatters)
(Cinco grunting)
It's not over!
(dramatic rock music)
- It's over.
It is.
(dramatic music)
- Hannah!
Well, I'm glad it was you who came out of there alive.
Why don't we just bury the hatchet?
(punch lands)
- You got a problem with that?
- Nope.
- Good.
("Something's Gotta Change" by by Ruth Daniels)
♪ Sometimes I feel like I'm fading away ♪
♪ Every new morning is just like yesterday ♪
♪ I want to move on but there's nowhere to go ♪
♪ I'm so confused but there's one thing that I know ♪
♪ Oh I can't go on living this way ♪
♪ Oh no can't you hear me ♪
♪ Hear what I say ♪
♪ Something's gotta change ♪
♪ I can't go on feeling this way ♪
♪ Oh no can't you hear me ♪
♪ Hear what I say ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ I tried to go back to the places I've known ♪
♪ No one was there and I felt so all alone ♪
♪ But what can I do when there's no one but me ♪
♪ Life can be hard but it's easy ♪
♪ Easy to see I can't go on living this way ♪
♪ Oh no can't you hear me ♪
♪ Hear what I say ♪
♪ Something's gotta change ♪
♪ I can't go on living this way ♪
♪ Oh no can't you hear me ♪
♪ Hear what I say ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ I can't go on living this way ♪
♪ Oh no can't you hear me ♪
♪ Hear what I say ♪
♪ Something's gotta change ♪
♪ I can't go on living this way ♪
♪ Oh no can't you hear me ♪
♪ Hear what I say ♪
♪ Something's gotta change now ♪
♪ Today ♪
♪ Right now right away ♪
♪ Something's gotta change now ♪
♪ Today ♪
♪ Right now right away ♪
(spray paint can shaking)
(spray paint spritzing)
(tense music)
- Yo, Whitey.
- Hey, all right.
(tense music)
- [Guy] Hey, Cinco, give me a pull on that.
- [Cinco] Hi, girls.
- Hey, homeboy.
I'll give you a piece for a piece of pizza
("Out of Control" by Bob Conti and Joe Esposito)
♪ Burning ♪
♪ Burning ♪
- Hey, how about a slice for me, huh? (laughs)
♪ Burning ♪
♪ Out of control ♪
♪ Feel the fire ♪
♪ Burning out of control ♪
♪ Burning ♪
♪ Burning ♪
♪ Burning ♪
♪ Out of control ♪
- Cinco!
Cinco, the cutters are at Spot's.
- That's Cobra territory.
Let's him 'em.
- Yeah. - Come on, let's go!
(chains rattling)
(tense music)
- Oh, jeez!
- [Woman] Look out, AI!
(tense music)
- Let's piss off those guys!
(tense music)
- No!
(tense music)
- Stay low.
- [Woman] Quit it!
- [Man] Do what I tell you, you'll escape. (tense music)
(woman protesting muffled)
(woman shouts)
- Don't you say never!
- Let's go, let's go!
- No!
Smiley, Whitey, over there.
Go around.
- [Smiley] Come on.
- You and me, we're getting the big one.
(tense music)
- Yes!
It'll be real nice.
What do you say, baby?
(thrilling music)
(bottle shatters)
(thrilling music)
(spray can spritzing)
- [Man] Over there!
(men scuffling)
- [Man] Whitey! Woo!
(man grunting)
(bottle shatters)
(head thudding)
- Come on! You think you're bad, don't you?
You think you're fucking bad?
Don't you?
Huh?
(thrilling rock music)
(man shouts)
- [Man] Get the fuck down!
(glass shatters)
(thrilling rock music)
(man shouts)
- Cinco, you'll pay!
(man groans)
(motor revving)
(bottles shattering)
- How does it feel? (laughs)
Get outta here!
Get outta here!
(man laughing)
Yeah! (laughs)
Yeah!
We kicked their ass!
- Come on, get up, get up!
Get up!
Get up!
Get up, get up!
- Oh!
- How's this side, my boy?
- Grab 'em!
(tense music)
- Come on, come on, come on!
Get up, man!
Come on, now!
- Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey.
That's enough, we won.
(tense music)
- I'm gonna hurt him.
- No.
(tense music)
(man screams)
(tense music)
(man groaning)
- See what you've done?
(tense music)
Don't walk on me, bro.
Hannah, you traitor!
Traitor!
(tense music)
(“Touchy Situation“ by Robert Ferraro)
♪ Yeah yeah ♪
♪ Yeah yeah ♪
♪ Yeah yeah ♪
♪ Some people will have to gamble ♪
♪ Others don't even try ♪
♪ Go for that easy money ♪
♪ You're gonna die ♪
♪ He keeps a good luck charm in his pocket ♪
♪ Never leaves home without it ♪
♪ He's crazy not superstitious ♪
♪ That's no lie ♪
♪ Now it's two different views ♪
♪ Time is his illusion ♪
♪ No one gets out alive ♪
♪ It's a touchy situation ♪
♪ There's no escaping no ♪
♪ Hey you got nothing to lose ♪
♪ Hey ♪
- Yo, Whitey, what's up, man?
- [Whitey] Hey.
- How you doing, bro?
- [Whitey] All right, man.
- Ponchy, que pasa, man?
How'd you guys do?
- Oh, jeez, we did about 300 in business today, huh, Pooch?
- Damn. - Hey, man, how do you so good
hanging around this little white punk, huh?
- Hey, Smiley, why do you always have to wise off to Pooch?
I'm getting tired of it.
You do it again, I'm gonna kick your ass.
- Yeah, well, you're full of it, white boy.
(switchblade clicks)
- Hey, Smiley.
We thought it over, man,
and we've come to the conclusion
that you're just too big a pussy to be a Cobra.
Pinga-head.
(all laugh)
Had you, man.
Yo, yo, there goes Norman.
Let's mess with Norman.
We'll give you the day off, all right, Smiley?
Yo, Norman, what's up?
Like your shirt, man.
Nice, nice.
Whoa, take it easy, man, we cool.
Yo, nice glasses.
Here you go. - Come on, leave me alone
- Oh, sorry about your books!
Oh, Norman!
- Be cool, man.
Just be cool and you ain't gonna get hurt, all right?
- Where's your money, Norman, huh?
Where is it?
You holding, Norman, huh?
- Look at this, Norman.
- [Norman] My glasses, no!
- Aw.
- I'm sorry, man.
- [Smiley] Life's a bitch, ain't it?
- [Whitey] I'm sorry.
(men shouting out)
(man speaking foreign language)
(rock music on car radio)
- Hey, Hannah, this is a great car, man.
I guess your mom got a job, huh?
- Ha-ha, very funny.
- Hey, what, you can't take a joke anymore?
- A joke.
You're the joker.
- [Boy] What's that?
- Wasn't me whose ass coach whipped.
- Hey, listen, I may be benched,
but you, my man, have got the rare pleasure
of late practice til 10:00 tonight.
Now, you might think that I might not be playing next week,
but if you thought that, you would be wrong.
- Money, man.
Money.
This?
This here is what being a Cobra is all about,
making money.
Okay. - What is wrong with you?
You know, you hang around with these dark types, man,
and it does something to your brain.
I worry about you.
(Hannah laughs)
And listen, speaking of dark types,
I wouldn't mind at all if we went and
stomped a little Cobra ass.
- Yeah, forget it, Chris, all right?
- Hey, even if you used to run with those guys,
they're still lowlife, man.
- Yeah, well, stomping 'em might be a little tricky,
all right man?
I just don't want any hassles with them, all right?
- I'll tell you, man, something should be done.
Yeah, some things never change, my man.
I'll see you later.
- Later.
- Hey, Jeff, how you doing?
- What can I do for you?
- I'm just saying hello.
You're looking kinda lonely.
- Me and Sherry, we like being alone.
- Hey, that's not what I hear. She's gonna let you down.
- Hey, I pick 'em better than that.
I picked you, remember?
- That's some cold shit.
(guys laughing)
- You know I'd give you this,
but you'd probably like it.
- Ooh, well, just speak into the microphone, baby.
- Yeah, you wish!
You wish!
(guy sighs)
- Probably like it!
(girl laughs)
- [Officer] (on radio) This is young unit on the QT,
waiting instructions, Lieutenant Moran.
Over and out.
- [Dispatcher] Thanks, unit.
Holding.
(typewriter clacking nearby)
- Well, Homer, the police department is very interested
in the drug activity here at the school.
- You know, when I was a teacher,
I patrolled those halls myself.
I made sure those students knew exactly who was boss.
- The good old days, huh?
Think things are ever that good?
- At least we used to be able to control them.
I mean, we had a unified school board, faculty,
we had kids whose parents laid down the law.
Now we got curriculum disputes, we got pay disputes,
I got all sorts of special interest groups on my back,
I mean, those students are not students,
they're a bunch of little terrorists.
- Yeah.
(tense music)
- I'll have the rest for you tomorrow, man, I promise.
- This is dick, man!
Come here.
(switchblade clicks)
(tense music)
(blade scratching)
Next time, it's gonna be your face!
- What do we got here?
(Whitey laughs)
Hey guys!
All right, all right.
We got business over here?
Huh? What do you got?
- 10 dollars.
- 10 bucks? What is 10 bucks?
- That's all I got.
- All right, man, check your locker third period.
What do you got? 10 bucks? - How you doing?
- All right, fine. - Thanks a lot.
- Check your locker third period.
- Thanks a lot.
- Where is that guy?
Hey, you owe me four bucks, man.
Give me that four bucks.
Don't you ever be late again.
All right, we got business over here, guys?
- Yeah, yeah.
Let me get a nickel, man.
- Nickel?
All right, fine.
- I mean, these kids are so high on dope
they might as well be zombies.
- (scoffs) Zombie busters, is that we are?
(telephone rings nearby)
- You're a pretty funny fellow, Moran.
- Well, I mean, you ought to smile a bit more yourself, pal.
You know, you're working on a coronary.
(tense music)
- Ooh! (speaks foreign language)
- Dream on, Smiley.
(Smiley laughs)
- Mm, yeah, wake me up, baby.
- Please.
- Mm, she could stop traffic, man.
- Yeah, she can use and abuse it, man, she's a UFO.
(students chattering)
- [Boy On Phone] Yeah, I know, what gives?
Yeah, I told you.
No, no, no.
(students chattering)
- Good news.
- Parents are leaving the country, right?
- Not that good.
- Oh, Shit.
- They're going to a play tonight.
Won't be home till real late.
- I got practice till 10.
- I'll pick you up.
I've never picked up a guy before.
- Yes, you have!
(girl laughs)
(school bell ringing)
(tense music)
- Okay, kids, your time has come.
Get ready to start now.
Exactly two minutes the bell will ring.
So give them about five minutes or so
to get into their routes.
They'll be far enough from the exits
and the halls should be cleared.
- Now, all the exits are going to be covered?
- Relax, we're very good at this.
Unless you want to get a club and join in.
(guys laughing)
- All right, boss.
- What's up, Cinco?
- Hey, boss, thanks, man.
- You guys ready out there?
- Hear ya, boss.
- Okay.
Get ready and start eating these kids up.
You know, Homer, maybe we should just shoot 'em,
you know, and save the price of a trial.
- I wish we could.
(school bell ringing)
♪ Let's go to work ♪
♪ Checkin' out jerks ♪
- Ha, check it out, yo.
Yo, teach, what's the haps?
Wanna buy some herb?
Kinda late for class, ain't you, baby?
(basketball bounces)
♪ With an answer not a question ♪
♪ None of this acceptable business ♪
Yo!
Roll call, boys!
Come one, let's go!
I ain't got all day.
Got some herb for you fellas.
Hey, man, don't you know that's illegal?
Cool it, bro.
Yo, cut your business short.
Come on, man, I got some business to take care of.
Let's go.
Loose joints, a dollar a joint, man.
- A packet for Kathy C.
Maybe she'll be good to me later, huh?
1436, that's right.
(ball bouncing)
- You know what I'm talking about?
Hey, I'm talking about good things, man.
You know.
That's all we need to do.
("Lined up" by Shriekback)
- All units move in.
Move in.
(cars rumbling)
- You know, you'd look good in a Chevy, man.
One with jingle balls, little dog in the back window
with the head going up and down and stuff like that.
That'd be bad for you.
♪ We got all lined up ♪
- Hey, we got it all filled up through here.
What's it get us?
- Nothing.
- Oh, right.
(gate slams)
(tires screech)
♪ All lined up ♪
- What a day.
♪ Rolling up a joint and going to class ♪
- Freeze!
You're under arrest!
Move it!
(tires screeching)
(sirens wailing)
- Get that guy!
Move!
- Hey come on, Pooch!
Will you shake it?
Come on.
It's over here, 144? goes down.
And hurry it up.
I'll take care of the lower lines.
- All right, both of you freeze!
Freeze!
Hold it right there, gentlemen!
- Shit! - Nobody move!
- Oh, Shit!
(locker bangs shut)
- [Cop] You know anything about these joints?
- Hey, what are you doing, guys? (lockers banging)
What are you doing?
Hey, hey!
- You're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
Shut up!
♪ One line leads to another ♪
♪ They cross at the corners run straight at the sides ♪
- Come on!
Come on, we got you.
Don't fight.
Get down!
Let's sit down! ♪ Two red circles and a thick black spine ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
- [Officer] Two suspects in custody.
Unit three out.
♪ We got all lined up ♪
- I am having a real good time.
♪ We got all lined up ♪
- But that's what you need, man. It's nice to look at.
A lot of nice women, you know ...
- You got a big mouth. ♪ We got all lined up all lined up ♪
Why don't you just shut up and do your work?
♪ Let it fall into place we could tie it to a tree ♪
♪ We could point it at you we could make it a habit ♪
- Oh, I know I got a big mouth.
You know, I'm gonna shut up and do my work, boss.
That's right. ♪ Or we could ignore it ♪
- Cinco! Smiley!
The cops!
Get out of here, man!
Yo!
- [Cop] Hold it, buddy.
("Lined up" by Shriekback)
- Ah!
Shit!
Get off me, you fuckin' assholes!
♪ We showed those people in a way they understand ♪
♪ Shiny little eyes on a big red bus ♪
- Hannah!
Take this!
- I don't want that shit!
♪ Going this way ♪
- That was his shit!
That's his shit!
It's his shit!
Let me go, man.
It's his stuff!
(Cinco and Smiley shouting)
- You're dead, motherfucker!
You are fuckin' dead!
(Cinco and Smiley shouting)
♪ We got all lined up ♪
♪ All lined up all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
- No, man, I got a test today!
♪ We got all lined up we got all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
♪ We got all lined up ♪
- What Marx meant to say by saying that
history repeats itself first as tragedy then as farce,
was the generations that imitate the styles
of previous generations do so with an unconscious drain
on their power.
Or as he elsewhere put it,
the traditions of all the dead generations
weigh on the living like a nightmare.
(school bell rings)
Before you go, your homework.
Those without photographic memory, please copy it down.
- So you gonna be up for Friday night or not?
- Hey, I can't see the board.
You wanna move?
- Why? From what I hear you're not gonna be alive
for next week's test anyway.
(students chattering)
- Hey!
Hannah!
Hannah, hey, Jeff, you okay, man?
- You heard?
- It's all over school.
They say the Cobras kicked your ass up and down.
- The Cobras got busted.
- [Boy] Yo, Hannah!
- Hey.
- What happened, man?
- What the hell's going on around here?
- Well, I hear something like you went after Cinco
for taking Lora away from you.
- Are you kidding, man?
That's a favor.
Look, I got cooking class, man, I gotta jam.
- See ya.
Tell me, what did happen?
- Nothing.
- Nothing? It's all anyone's talking about, man.
They busted up all the lockers.
- So?
- So? So the way I hear it, uh,
after Cinco kicked your ass,
you went to the cops and got him popped.
- Jim, what were the cops doing here in the first place?
- I'm just telling you what's going around, man.
But a lot of people are upset.
Very upset.
- Well, in a couple of days they'll be un-upset.
(student coughing)
- What happened?
- The cops were on Cinco.
He tried to lay some stuff on me
and I threw it back in his lap.
Then the cops started to kick the shit out of him.
- Cinco blames you.
- So?
I don't care.
- I don't care if you don't care.
- The whole thing is no big deal.
Even Cinco knows that I'm out of all that now, all right?
- [Teacher] Come on, you two.
- It's no big deal, that's just great.
I just don't want to be the last one to hear stuff.
- You won't be the last one to hear stuff.
- The deal so far has been we don't keep secrets.
If it's gonna be another way, I'd like to know, okay?
Okay?
- Okay.
You're beautiful when you're angry.
- It's a good thing you got some talents,
'cause being funny isn't one of them.
(Jeff chuckles)
(tense music)
- I'm gonna enjoy taking Hannah apart, man.
That guy was always a wiseguy, you know what I mean?
- Hannah was the best we ever had in the Cobras.
Except for me.
- Why'd he turn narc?
- Why isn't even important.
I gotta crush anybody dumb enough to cross me.
It's a matter of pride.
Nothing's more important that pride.
- Faster, faster, faster, faster!
Come on, defense!
Come on, Hannah!
Move, move, move, move!
Come on, you guys, you're playing like a bunch of girls.
Holy mack.
Come on, faster, girls, faster!
Come on!
Ah, come on, defense!
Here!
Come on, hustle, hustle!
Go, Hannah!
All right!
Come on! ("The Right Time" by Chris Farren)
♪ When it started out ♪
♪ Never thought it'd come to this ♪
♪ And now I find myself ♪
♪ Wanting so much more ♪
♪ I could hold you till the sun comes up ♪
♪ Take tonight to celebrate ♪
♪ And you'll see that baby ♪
♪ This could be the right time ♪
♪ Everybody has to wait sometimes ♪
- I've never done this before.
- Hey, I seem to remember uh...
- In my parents' house.
(Jeff snickers)
♪ Whoa you need to find out girl ♪
- What is it, Sherry?
♪ There's a time and place to take control ♪
- I...
♪ This could be the right time ♪
- Tell me.
♪ I don't need anybody ♪
- This gang stuff.
Please don't get involved.
Promise me?
♪ 80 darling take a look at me ♪
♪ Tell me you don't wanna go ♪
- I'm not fighting anyone.
Hey.
I'm a lover.
(Sherry laughs)
- I don't want to lose you.
- You can't.
You're stuck with me.
I promise.
♪ I don't need anybody to tell me what I'm feeling about you ♪
♪ I don't need anybody to tell me that the moment is here ♪
(Sherry moans)
- [Mrs. Havilland] Honey!
We're home!
- Oh, Shit!
You've got to get out of here.
I don't know about your family, but I know about my dad.
He would kill me.
No, he would kill you.
- Why can't we just say I was here doing homework?
- No!
Sneak out quietly.
- Sneak out? How?
- I don't know.
Jump out the window.
(door bangs shut)
- Jump out the window?
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi, honey.
- Hi. - Mm.
We came home early.
Your mom isn't feeling too good.
- Ugh!
I have a splitting headache.
Mm.
What have you been up to?
- Oh, nothing.
I did my homework and uh, watched TV.
- Nothing else?
- How's school?
Anything exciting?
- It was a normal day.
(door shuts nearby)
- Jeff!
What a lovely surprise.
- Hi, everybody.
- Jeff.
Goodnight.
("Oh Lucille" by Robert Ferrero)
♪ Everybody's looking for a piece of the action ♪
♪ Everybody's looking for a piece of the pie ♪
♪ I'm the kind that can't get no satisfaction ♪
♪ If I didn't call you up I don't get no reply ♪
♪ Still I try my best to reach you ♪
♪ Dialed every number on my phone ♪
- I heard about what you did yesterday.
About the Cobras.
- I didn't do anything.
- You stood up to 'em.
A lot of us really respect you for that, you know?
- I don't want to stand up to anybody.
I just want to mind my own life.
I don't want to mess with the Cobras any more than you do.
- Well, that's all fine,
but listen, if you run into any repercussions with this,
I want you to know that I'll be right behind you 100%.
- What are you gonna do, confuse 'em?
- I'll see you around, Jeff.
- How does it feel to be a celebrity, man?
- Is that what I am?
- Yeah, you're a celebrity.
- What are you?
- I'm a goddamn celebrity.
You want my autograph?
- What's that?
♪ Though I try my best to reach you ♪
♪ You tell me good guys always finish last ♪
♪ Oh Lucille ♪
♪ This could be the start of my dreams ♪
♪ Oh Lucille ♪
- Cinco says you're a dead man.
- You're in my way.
- Oh, ladies, you look beautiful today.
Did your mamas dress you like that?
Oh, you wanna fuck with me? You wanna fuck me, huh, baby?
- Chris! - Yeah.
(students chattering)
- Thanks a lot for last night, pal.
- Thank you.
How'd it go?
- I handled them.
I'm the alibi queen.
I could sell refrigerators to Eskimos.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm. (school bell ringing)
- Well, I knew you could handle 'em.
I knew that.
- I discussed your problem with Zing.
The Tams can't war with the Cobras for a friend,
but they could for a comrade Tam.
For you the door is open.
- Thanks.
It's not gonna happen.
- [Homer] (on PA) As you are all well aware,
metro police conducted a locker search yesterday,
turning up over $12000 worth of drugs.
Now, let it be known that I am committed
to this kind of action
until drugs have been completely eliminated
from Lincoln High.
There is no place for drug use on this campus.
Five young men were arrested yesterday
in connection with selling drugs
and the authorities have assured me
that these criminals will receive
the stiffest penalties under the law.
Now, let them serve as an example to all of you.
(Smiley laughing)
- Stiff penalty.
- As you probably know, Luis "Smiley" Gonzalez
was in school today.
- And that just makes me the laughingstock of this school.
Here I promised swift, hard punishment to drug dealers,
they're back in school the next day.
- You shouldn't make promises you can't keep.
(typewriter clacking nearby)
Now, where was I?
Uh, oh yeah.
Loreno, he had five joint on him.
That'll get him a traffic ticket.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute, Moran. Back up.
What do you mean promises I can't keep?
- Look, you wanted to prove something.
But what you don't realize is it's a situation
too far gone for police work to get done what you need done.
I mean, you called for this bust and I made it.
Me and my guys had a good workout.
But it's all bullshit.
- It sounds to me like you're saying
this situation is totally out of hand.
- You know, I bet you could put two and two together
and really come up with something.
- No, I don't accept that.
I do not accept that things are out of my control.
I can't work that way.
What are you, anyway, some sort of expert?
- Look, you want me to give you this report or not?
Now, Cinco claims the stuff that he had
was planted on him by another student, Jeff Hannah.
Now, I'd like to talk to him if that's okay.
- Use this office.
I want to be there.
We cleaned his record of gang activity.
He owes us.
We can use him.
- This type of road sign informs highway users
of certain traffic laws or regulations
which apply to those sections of the roadway
where the signs are ...
Can't his wait till after class?
- Can't you read?
I mean, it says it's important.
(students laugh)
- I can read.
Can you read?
Stand up straight.
Now get out.
Jeff, Horner wants to see you in his office.
Failure to comply with the directions
indicated on such signs constitutes a violation of law.
The primary purpose of these signs
is to promote safe and efficient use of streets.
- We have one case: Cinco.
We had him dead to rights with a bag of smack.
But he claims the stuff was yours.
- Yeah, what do you think?
- Doesn't matter what I think.
It matters what the DA thinks.
- So?
- So, with the shitty evidence we got,
he's declined to prosecute, Cinco's gonna go free and
I understand he's threatened to kill you.
- Jeff, you've got all this gang activity behind you.
Don't screw up now. - What do you want me to do?
You want me to testify against Cinco?
- That's the only way we're gonna get a conviction.
You see, I don't know why you don't want to help me.
I helped you.
Draper came, said we had to clean your record
so you could play ball.
I cooperated, I want something back.
- It's Cinco's word against mine
and I got a damn good reason to lie.
What do you think I should do?
You think I should cooperate, Moran?
- Well, what can I say, kid?
Life's tricky.
- (scoffs) Look, I'm a guaranteed dead man
if word gets out I'm a narc.
All I got now is the Cobras on me.
If I testify, it'll be the whole damn school.
It's real tricky.
- Well, I can't hold him for more than 36 hours
without charging him.
(Jeff sighs)
- Well, it's simple.
You're gonna let him out and he's gonna try to kill me.
- Isn't that incentive to join our side?
- Homer, I was never on your side!
Look, you two started this game
and now you want me to join in
by committing totally piss fucking suicide.
Well, I got a game for you.
It's called go fuck yourself.
And you can go fuck him, too, Moran.
(door bangs shut)
- I'm gonna suspend that little son of a bitch.
- No, leave him alone.
Can't you face it? He's right.
We stuck him right in the middle.
- Moran, I am sick and tired of listening to judgments
from a burnout like you.
Now, trying to save this school may seem like
a worthless, hopeless job, but not to me.
I'm gonna bust those Cobras,
I'm gonna get them the hell out of my school,
and if I have to sacrifice some basketball star, so be it.
There are plenty of decent kids in this school
who never did any harm to anybody.
I'm on their side.
You don't like that, go to hell.
- [Man] Hannah, you narc!
Who you been talking to?
Time to die, Hannah! (laughing)
(gun clicks)
(Pooch laughing)
(tense music)
(tapping on window)
- Excuse me.
- I just got a bad feeling about this.
- A bad feeling about what?
- Ever since I left the gang,
Cinco's had something to prove to himself.
He ain't gonna leave this alone.
- If you're trying to scare me, you're doing a terrific job.
- I don't want to scare you.
I just want you to know how things stand.
- The cops have him.
They have him locked up.
What are you worried about?
- I just get this feeling that somehow I'm unlucky.
That somehow, my life is changed.
It used to be going great, no surprises and normal.
And now all this shit hits me!
It sucks.
- You're not unlucky.
(dramatic music)
Hi.
- Hi, Sherry!
I like the dress.
- Thanks, I got it at the mall.
- Yeah?
Move it, Patch.
- Thanks.
- Forget it, I didn't do it for you.
- What do you want?
- You tell Jeff I need to talk to him
in the Zero Club tonight.
He knows the place.
It's important.
It's about Cinco.
(school bell rings)
(tense music)
- Yo.
- Jeff.
- [Jeff] How you doing?
- Listen up, man.
You're a leader.
You know without being told that Cinco is sick.
He's in jail, he's getting out.
He's got no reason to kill,
but that doesn't bother him.
Be prepared.
- Be prepared?
Be prepared?
Look, if you think Cinco's such a lowlife,
why don't you and the M-16's take him on, huh?
I'm not a part of this shit anymore.
(Jeff sighs)
- They're telling everybody they're gonna kick your ass.
See, I think we should get to them first.
We should beat the living shit out of 'em.
I mean, everybody is so afraid of the Cobras,
but nobody has ever stood up to them.
I mean, I think we could take 'em, man.
- We should mess with the Cobras?
- Yeah, if we got enough guys.
- All right, suppose we do kick their ass.
You think that's gonna be the end of it?
That they're just gonna forget about it?
- Well, they sure as shit ain't gonna
come back for more, man.
- Yeah, yeah, maybe not when we're together.
How about when we're alone?
- Oh, man, you're such a wuss.
- Come on, man, I'm not afraid of fighting,
I just don't want to see myself get severely messed up.
Besides, there's other stuff to consider.
- Oh, yeah, like what?
- Like what it does to our records.
A in gang wars.
That's gonna look really neat on our college applications.
- Yeah, well, what the hell are we supposed to do?
Are we supposed to just sit around here and wait?
I got more brains than this.
(locker door bangs shut)
I mean, Jim is right about one thing.
These guys are not gonna fight with fair odds.
They're gonna hit you when you're alone.
Come on, what do you think?
- I think that as long as they're talking about
what they're gonna do, they're not gonna do anything.
(switchblade clicks)
- [Whitey] Hey, Jeff.
I gotta fuck your girlfriend.
Sherry, she's lookin' real good.
You know what I'm saying?
What are you gonna do about it, huh?
You ain't gonna do nothing about it.
'Cause you're a pussy.
Don't you think Sherry and I would look great together?
Huh, fag?
Huh? Come on, I can see you wanna do something to me, go
on.
Make a move.
You scared of us, huh?
You scared of us, Jeff?
Huh?
Huh? Come on.
Come on, what are you gonna do?
Huh?
Huh? Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Huh?
What are you gonna do, huh?
You ain't doing shit 'cause you a faggot. (laughs)
Come on, let's go.
(weight clangs)
Hey, Normie!
Hey, give me some of them nachos, huh?
- Why do you put up with this shit, man?
- I've put up with a lot.
- Yeah, well, you should've kicked their ass then.
- Did it ever occur to you that maybe the last thing
we'd want is a fight?
- Well, somebody should do it, man.
- No one else will.
- You see, even Norman's got more balls than you.
- I don't believe this.
I got a bunch of crazy killers on my hands.
- [Chris] We're on your side, Jeff.
- Where are you going?
- Was it something he said?
- Ooh!
Hey, Sherry.
I miss you, sweetheart.
You know what I mean?
How about a little blow job, huh?
(loud slap)
Fucking bitch!
(tense music)
(Whitey grunts)
(tense music)
- You can try anything you want on me,
but if you ever touch her again, you're dead!
(tense music)
- Jeff!
Let him go.
Let him go.
(Whitey panting)
Let's go see Homer.
- Let's not!
- What the fuck you looking at?
- Sherry, I don't want you here tomorrow.
Cinco's probably gonna be out.
I'm gonna have enough to worry about besides you.
- Oh, really?
Who else you gonna worry about?
Lora?
She wants to meet you at the club
and talk about Cinco.
- Are you jealous about Lora?
I'm through with her.
You know that.
Don't start in about stuff that's nothing.
- You're getting off on this gang shit, aren't you?
I'm seeing the real you for the first time
and I don't like it.
- The real me?
What are you, a shrink all of a sudden?
I just saved your ass!
Can't you get it up to thank me a little bit?
- You saved my ass?
It felt great hitting that guy, didn't it?
You fed me all those lies,
telling me that you wanted a normal life
and something better.
It was all a lie!
- Hey, I am something better
and I'm sure as shit not gonna let them
or anyone else stop me from getting what I want!
- How are you gonna get it if you're dead?
- I'm not gonna die!
I'm not gonna die.
What do you expect me to do?
What do you expect?
I'll walk you to class.
- No!
I don't want you in my life anymore.
I don't want you around, get it?
- Man, I'm pissed!
- What's up?
- I've been down with Cinco for years,
you know, I mean since time.
- Yeah, so?
- Yeah, so I do all the dirty work for the Cobras.
I'm down on my knees for those assholes
and Cinco goes for Lora.
- Lora's cool.
- What?
She's a two-faced bitch.
She's fuckin' Cinco and at the same time
she's following Jeff around like a dog.
- So what's the problem?
- So I'm gonna get her.
(hair whips)
- You are so cool!
- Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you.
That was a very funny gag you pulled with the mask.
You know, that's what they give the little
shitheads in the gang to do.
That's how it works.
They give you they garbage.
Well, I got a message for you to give to Cinco, all right?
You listening, shithead?
Now, this rap on me that I'm a narc is bullshit.
Now, I know it and Cinco knows it.
Now, I want you to ask him if he wants to go to war with me
over something we both know I didn't do, all right?
(tense music)
(ball bouncing)
- Hiya, Coach.
What's new?
- What's new?
What's new is I heard Horner tell the DA
he can expect to make murder charges stick
against the Cobras.
He was even able to give them the name of the victim.
It's you.
- Nothing new here, Coach.
(ball bouncing)
- Quit bouncing the goddamn ball, Hannah.
I mean, the funny thing is,
Horner really cares about this school.
He just figures he has to kill a few kids to save it.
- I know about all that shit, Coach.
You know, last week I figured if I could make
10 free throws in a row, I'd be ready to win.
And last year when I ran with Cinco,
if I could get through one night without hitting somebody,
I figured everything would be just great.
I can't go back to the Cobras.
And there's nothing in your world to protect me.
So I'm nowhere.
Somehow I gotta get used to that.
(ball bouncing)
(loud rock music)
- You better move along fast, quill head.
(bottle shattering)
(tires screeching)
(loud rock music)
- Members only, man, members only man, all right?
No, you're a friend of nobody, man.
Hey, don't give me that shit tonight, buddy!
- I know you're a tough guy.
- All right?
- I know you're tough guy, I see you every night man.
But you got a soft heart.
(bottle shattering)
(loud rock music)
- [Man] Come on, buddy, come on.
Chill out, chill out, all right?
- You wanna get out of here?
- I wouldn't mind.
- All right, chill out, all right?
- Where is that bitch?
Go into the back.
(car rumbling)
- [Radio DJ] It's Stormin' Norman.
This one goes out to Douglas.
- You know, we could enjoy this.
- What can you tell me?
- You want me to help you, you help me.
Come on, open me up.
- No.
This isn't gonna happen.
Sorry.
(car horn honking)
Do you want to help or not?
- Cinco got your message.
- And?
- He says you're dead.
He says no excuses.
If you try and run he's gonna find you and kill you,
if you stay put he's gonna find you and kill you.
Whatever happens, you're dead.
And just for the fun of it, he's gonna get Sherry.
Just so you know he means it.
(motor rumbling)
- All that time we ran together and it means nothing now.
We saved each other's asses a million times.
- He doesn't like people leaving him.
It upsets him.
- Yeah, I gave up on the Cobras.
I got out and he can't stand it.
(car horn honks)
Thanks, Lora.
Thanks.
(loud rock music)
(motor revving)
(tense music)
(motor revving)
(tense music)
- Hey.
(tense music)
- What's up?
We've been looking for you.
You better stop hanging out with your old boyfriend.
I mean, we feel left out.
(Lora grunts)
(tense music)
(telephone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Jeff] Hello, is Sherry there?
- Uh, she doesn't want to speak to you
and quite frankly, we're all delighted.
- Put her on the phone, goddammit!
It's important.
- I don't think so.
- I'll speak to him.
I'll speak to him.
- Hello, Jeff.
- Sherry, listen to me, you're in a lot of deep shit.
- I have nothing else to say to you.
Please don't call me anymore.
- Look, the Cobras are going after you tomorrow.
You can't go to school.
- Me?
Why me?
What did I do?
- [Jeff] It's a way of getting at me.
Just stay home and everything'll be all right.
- I don't want to play this game.
I'm not listening!
- You've gotta listen.
You've gotta listen!
- Why are you dragging me into this?
- What, is your mother standing over you
telling you what to say?
- This is not my mother, this is me.
You promised.
(dramatic music)
- [Officer] (on radio) 431.
425.
(dramatic music)
- How was jail, boss?
- Fuck jail.
And fuck Jeff Hannah.
He's gonna pay for this.
Pass the word.
The Cobras meet Hannah and his jock friends
at the school at 3:15.
Now shut up and drive.
(motor revs)
(van rumbles)
(students chattering)
- [Kid] Hey, Tommy!
(students chattering)
- [Homer] (on PA) As a result of today's half day,
all Friday club and extracurricular activities
have been canceled.
School grounds will be looked as of one p-m-.
That concludes today's announcements.
(school bell rings)
- Did you see her?
- I was by the courts, she wasn't there.
- I got to the front door, man, I didn't see her.
- Did you look in her home room?
- No.
- Why not?
- Why didn't you look at her home room, man?
- Me?
What would you blame it on me for?
- [Teacher] "Summer by this sun of York
"and all the clouds that lowered upon our house
"in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
"Our stern alarms changed to merry meetings,
"our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
"Now is the winter of our discontent
"made glorious summer by this sun of York."
- What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Aren't you supposed to be in class?
- I have an important message for someone in here.
- Well, if you have an important message
you better come with me.
(Jeff sighs)
- Hey, I'm gonna go see Horner myself.
(machinery rumbling)
- You wanna fight?
Even here, man.
Look, I'll rip you open 'cause I don't give a fuck!
Hey, Cinco says there's a time and a place for everything.
The place is here at school.
Now, you tell your friend Hannah, okay, tough guy?
- Yeah, you just give me the time, man, we'll be there.
- The time? (laughs)
You'll find out later.
(dramatic music)
(machinery whirring)
- Jeff, I told you she's safe in class.
(telephone rings)
- Yeah?
Yes.
Yes.
Lora Benedict was beaten last night.
- Do something.
Now.
Okay?
Now.
(dramatic music)
(wailing siren approaching)
(dramatic music)
- "Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
"Our bruised arms hung up for monuments."
(chain rattling)
Sherry, you're wanted in the principal's office.
(dramatic music)
"And yet, she too is dismayed.
"She is dispatched."
(dramatic music)
- [Patch] Get her!
- Oh, no!
- Cinco sends his love!
- [Sherry] Oh, no!
No, don't!
No!
(Sherry crashes into wall)
(slap lands)
- They jumped on me! (crying)
(dramatic music)
- [Sherry] Put me down!
No!
(dramatic music)
Please!
Don't!
Oh!
(Cobrette laughing)
- Honey, you're a mess.
(door crashes open)
Let's get out of here!
(dramatic music)
(Sherry crying)
(siren blaring nearby)
- I heard from Smiley.
They want the fight at school, but I didn't get a time.
- I got a time.
15-.
- You can count on me, man.
- Hey, Jim if you don't want to be here,
it's better you don't come.
Nobody's proven anything here today anyway.
- I don't think I can make it, Hannah.
- Jesus, man, I knew it!
(ambulance motor revving)
(siren wailing)
(trunk bangs shut)
- Dr. Horner!
I gotta talk to you a minute.
We gotta do something about Hannah.
Transfer the kid to another school.
- I got a meeting with the goddamn school board
in 15 minutes.
We'll talk later.
- Hey, don't you get it?
Somebody's gonna get killed!
- I'm late.
(car door slams shut)
(motor revs)
(door clicks open)
- Hi.
- I was afraid you were mad at me.
That you wouldn't come.
- I'm not mad at you.
- I look great, huh?
- Yeah.
- I look like shit.
- Hey.
It doesn't matter.
- You gotta go soon and meet them and I can't stand it.
- I can't either.
But they went after Lora and then they went after you.
I gotta put an end to it.
If they kill you, how am I gonna deal with that?
- Well, uh, when do you think she'll be released?
- What are you doing?
Your mother's right outside.
- I don't care.
(clock ticking)
("No Hesitation" by Chris Farren)
(Jeff sighs)
- It's simple.
Either you take them out or they take you out.
Either way it's over real quick, right?
♪ Try to imagine ♪
♪ Even if it takes all night ♪
♪ You've got to choose someone's got to lose ♪
♪ And either way ♪
♪ Know that you're leaving ♪
♪ But you can't bear the thought of leaving alone ♪
♪ Everybody's right everybody's wrong ♪
♪ And nothing seems clear ♪
♪ You better make up your mind ♪
♪ No hesitation ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ You're running all out of time ♪
♪ No more waiting ♪
♪ Hey baby ♪
♪ You put yourself on the line ♪
♪ No hesitation ♪
♪ There's really no place to hide ♪
♪ No one waiting ♪
♪ You got to make up your mind ♪
(switchblade clicking)
- [Guy] Looks like your pals are late, Jeff!
♪ I see the light out right through ♪
♪ Trying to be strong going on alone ♪
♪ It's up to you ♪
- Come on, we're waiting!
♪ Hey turn around and face it ♪
♪ Like a thief who runs in the night ♪
♪ Always on the run leaving things undone ♪
♪ There's no way out ♪
♪ You better make up your mind ♪
♪ No hesitation ♪
♪ You're running all out of time ♪
♪ No more waiting ♪
♪ You put yourself on the line ♪ (telephone ringing) ♪
♪ No hesitation hey hey ♪
♪ There's really no place to hide ♪
- [Chris's Mom] Hello?
- Yeah, is Chris there?
- [Chris's Mom] Yes.
Uh, but he came home with a fever and he's asleep now.
Why don't you call him back tomorrow?
("No Hesitation" by Chris Farren)
- Hey, hey.
Hey, man.
- Yeah.
- With these odds, ain't no harm in walking.
- You guys wanna help?
Yeah, right, yeah.
Win or lose, you come out great, right?
What time is it?
- [Guy] 3:13.
(rock music)
♪ You better make up your mind ♪
♪ No hesitation hey yeah ♪
♪ You're running all out of time ♪
♪ No more waiting ♪
♪ You put yourself on the line ♪
(window shattering)
♪ No hesitation baby hey ♪
♪ There's really no place to hide ♪
♪ And no more waiting ♪
♪ Yeah now now ♪
♪ You better make up your mind ♪
♪ No hesitation ♪
- Honey, you're supposed to be in bed.
- Can you give me the keys to your car?
- What?
- Give me the keys to your car!
(dramatic music)
Where's Jeff?
- He's in there.
(dramatic music)
- Where is this fucking guy?
I'm gonna kick his ass.
- Just keep quiet, he'll be here.
- Yeah, well, I hope so, man,
'cause I want to be the one to cut this faggot up,
all right?
Yo, yo, yo!
Shh!
Yo, yo.
Did you guys hear that?
- Man, I didn't hear nothing.
- Shut up, all right, I heard something.
Look, I'm gonna go check it out, all right?
- Hey, uh, I think I'm gonna go check it out, too man.
- Shut up, Smiley.
Go on, Chooch.
(tense music)
(door slams shut)
(switchblade clicks)
- Showtime.
Come here, tough guy.
Come on.
Come here.
Come on, son, come on.
Ha!
(tense music)
(laughs) Got you scared, huh?
(tense music)
- Let's go.
- Come on.
Come on, man.
(Chooch grunts)
(blows landing)
(tense music)
- Cinco, he's in here!
(tense music)
We got you now, you narc bastard!
(tense music)
Now!
(blows landing)
(lockers banging)
(Whitey grunts)
(blows landing)
(tense music)
(Jeff panting)
(chains rattling)
(dramatic music)
(Jeff coughing)
- Does it hurt, pal?
Huh?
Good.
It's gonna get even worse.
You let the cops get to me, man.
We were like brothers and you sold me out!
You sold me out.
And now you're gonna pay for it.
- Stab him, man, stick him! - Let him go!
(dramatic music)
Let him go.
- (laughs) Will you look at this?
- I said let him go!
- Get the hell out of here, you shithead.
(tense music)
I said get the hell out of here!
(bat thuds)
(blow lands)
(chain rattling)
(gun fires)
(gate crashes)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(tense music)
(gun fires)
- Jeff!
- Let's go.
- Norman.
What are you doing here?
You should've stayed away.
- I'll think about that next time.
- I'll go get help.
- I ain't going anywhere.
(tense music)
- Don't worry.
We'll get him.
(door slams nearby)
What was that?
(tense music)
(switchblade clicks)
Take this and go after him.
He's got nothing.
Go after him.
You're a Cobra.
(tense music)
(switchblade clicks)
(tense music)
- I don't wanna fight.
This is stupid.
I don't wanna fight.
(switchblade clatters)
(locker bangs)
(gun fires)
(Pooch whimpers)
(tense music)
- Hey, Cinco, you all done killing your own guys?
(gun fires)
(tense music)
(gun fires)
(tense music)
(gun fires)
(Jeff grunts)
(Cinco panting)
(Jeff groans)
- No.
Not yet.
I'm gonna have a little fun with you first.
(Jeff grunts)
(wailing sirens nearby)
Come on, you crazy motherfucks!
Come and get me!
You're too late!
It's all over, you stupid bastards!
Come on, come and get me!
I'm ready for you!
Come on!
It's all over!
You can't help him now!
Cobras forever!
Cobras forever!
Nobody screws with Cinco!
Nobody!
I Win!
- [Shelly] Jeff!
- Come on.
(tense music)
Come on.
Come on.
(tense music)
Come on.
Come on.
(tense music)
(Cinco shouts)
(dramatic rock music)
(blows landing)
(dramatic rock music)
(gun clatters)
(window shatters)
(dramatic rock music)
(cartridge clatters)
(Cinco grunting)
It's not over!
(dramatic rock music)
- It's over.
It is.
(dramatic music)
- Hannah!
Well, I'm glad it was you who came out of there alive.
Why don't we just bury the hatchet?
(punch lands)
- You got a problem with that?
- Nope.
- Good.
("Something's Gotta Change" by by Ruth Daniels)
♪ Sometimes I feel like I'm fading away ♪
♪ Every new morning is just like yesterday ♪
♪ I want to move on but there's nowhere to go ♪
♪ I'm so confused but there's one thing that I know ♪
♪ Oh I can't go on living this way ♪
♪ Oh no can't you hear me ♪
♪ Hear what I say ♪
♪ Something's gotta change ♪
♪ I can't go on feeling this way ♪
♪ Oh no can't you hear me ♪
♪ Hear what I say ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ I tried to go back to the places I've known ♪
♪ No one was there and I felt so all alone ♪
♪ But what can I do when there's no one but me ♪
♪ Life can be hard but it's easy ♪
♪ Easy to see I can't go on living this way ♪
♪ Oh no can't you hear me ♪
♪ Hear what I say ♪
♪ Something's gotta change ♪
♪ I can't go on living this way ♪
♪ Oh no can't you hear me ♪
♪ Hear what I say ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ I can't go on living this way ♪
♪ Oh no can't you hear me ♪
♪ Hear what I say ♪
♪ Something's gotta change ♪
♪ I can't go on living this way ♪
♪ Oh no can't you hear me ♪
♪ Hear what I say ♪
♪ Something's gotta change now ♪
♪ Today ♪
♪ Right now right away ♪
♪ Something's gotta change now ♪
♪ Today ♪
♪ Right now right away ♪