Who Shot Pat? (1989) - full transcript

(suspenseful music)
(gun firing)

- [Narrator] If you ask
me what I remember most

about my hometown,

it would be the painted cottages

with the picket fences on McDonald Avenue.

(birds chirping)

I don't know who lives there now.

Of course, I didn't know
who lived there then.

Brooklyn is not exactly a small town.

(train wheels thumping)

("Susie Q" by Dale Hawkins)



♪ Oh Susie Q ♪

♪ Oh Susie Q, I love you ♪

♪ My Susie Q ♪

♪ I like the way you walk ♪

♪ I like the way you talk ♪

♪ I like the way you walk ♪

♪ I like the way you talk, my Susie Q ♪

Vocational high schools,

millions graduated from them.

Very few went on to the
trades they were taught.

Shop classes were three hours a day.

What a waste of good school time.

I didn't think so then.

(basketball thudding)
(indistinct chattering)



(basketball thump continues)
- Come on, Bic.

- Gangs, gangs, where
are these gangs, anyhow?

Hey Tony, get this,
Brooklyn has more gangs

than any other borough in New York City.

- [Bic] Watch it, Ricky.

- Hey Bic, what gang are you in?

- Are you kidding?

My father would kill me.

- Yeah, well, I'm gonna start a gang.

- Yeah?
- Yeah!

Hey, you wanna join me?
- Nah.

(chuckling)
- Yeah!

Well I don't know about you, Goldie.

- Ricky, you couldn't start
your grandmother's Oldsmobile

with a key.
(boys laughing)

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Scorpions.

- Woo hoo hoo, oh, oh!

- First, my father would
break both your legs, Ricky.

Then he'd break both mine
if he heard I was in a gang.

- [Ricky] Look, here comes Tommy.

(somber music)
(footsteps pattering)

(doors slam shut)

(engine starting)

(Tommy knocking)
(car whooshing)

(somber music continues)

- Come on, please!

- Hey, Cougar.

What's up?
- Don't tell me.

Let me guess.

Goldie, right?
(laughter)

I mean, if Goldie's here,
that means Bic, Vinny,

Tony, and Patakango aren't
far behind, am I right?

- [Boy] Patakango is not here yet.

- Guys, explain something to me.

How come you guys always
go to school together,

go to lunch together, go home together?

I mean, this is the last year,
you know, like loosen up.

- Hey, you forgot me, Cougar.

- Everybody should forget you, Ricky.

(boys laughing)

- [Boy] Oh no, here comes Carmen.

- Oh, Carmen, your father's
not really a contractor, is he?

- Yeah, he gets lots of
contracts, right Carmen?

- Yeah, right.
(boys laughing)

(bell ringing)
- There's the first bell,

we don't wanna be late.
- Hey, Carmen, nice coat.

(boy laughing)
- Nice coat.

(ball thudding)
(distant police siren blares)

- Come on, take it, take it.
- Hey, come on!

(faint siren blaring)

(indistinct chatter)

- Come on.
- Come on, Bic, shoot it!

- Whoa!
- Hey!

- It's called basketball bitch!

If you can't take the game why
don't you get off the court.

(gasps)
- Whoa!

- [Boy] Get him, come on, get him!

(indistinct shouting)
(dramatic music)

- All right Ricky, enough!

(indistinct chatter continues)
- Enough, enough!

- You wanna play games, I'll
play games with your head!

(indistinct shouting intensifies)

(suspenseful music)
- Come on, Ricky!

- Ricky, what's the point of dropping out

if you're gonna hang
around the school yard

for the rest of your life?

Now get outta here before I call the cops.

(footsteps pattering)

(coat whooshes)
- Up yours, Mr. Donnelley.

- What were you going to do with that?

Bash his head in, blind him, kill him?

If you're gonna hit him,
killing him makes sense,

that way he can't come back at you.

Boy, you've got a bad side, Bic,

and if you don't get a handle on it,

you're gonna wind up
dead, maimed, or in jail.

Now, throw it away!
(plunk clanks)

And where's your white shirt, Bic?

Today is assembly, no
white shirt, no assembly.

(footsteps pattering)
(cars whooshing)

(moody saxophone music)
(basketball thuds)

(metal gate clanging)
(school bell ringing)

(footsteps pattering)
(indistinct chattering)

(whooping)
(desks clinking)

- All right, let's settle down.

Settle down now, into your seats.

Settle down, come on.
(indistinct chatter continues)

(class chattering indistinctly)

Get in your seats, come
on, let's settle down.

As all of you know,

the yearly talent show is coming up,

and in order to put on a
show, we need volunteers.

Yes, yes?

- [Class] No, no.

- Anyone?

- [Class] No!

- No?

- [Class] Right.

- It's the same thing every year,

everybody loves the talent show, right?

- [Class] Right.

- Well, this is your show and your school,

and you could show a
little more pride in them.

- In this dump?
(class laughing)

- Yes, in this dump,

and if it is a dump,
what does that make you?

When are you people gonna learn?

It is your school.
(giggling)

Let me tell you kids something,

pride comes from doing something
you can feel proud about,

then maybe you can start
feeling some pride in yourself.

(class chuckling)

Patakango, you're late.

(indistinct background chatter continues)

- Hey Pat, no white shirt, no assembly.

(students screaming)

- [Teacher] Quiet down,
get back in your seats!

(screaming continues)

- Hey, hey!

What is going...

God, you, come here.

come here I say, come here!
(class muttering)

Come.
- Wait, what's that?

(upbeat jazzy music)

(class muttering continues)

- All right.

(jazz music continues)

(squeaking)

- I thought you said there
wasn't any gangs in Brooklyn?

Look what happened to Patakango.

- Yeah, but what happened
didn't happen on our block.

We live on a good block.

- What are you talking about, Vinnie?

- What?
- What about Stevie, huh?

- Ah, Stevie don't count.
- What happened to Stevie?

- Stevie was shot in the head,

on our block.

- Yeah, but that's different,
Stevie deserved it.

- Do it outside.
(gasping)

- Hey, Cheeky Donnelley.

(boys scrambling)
(door squeaks open)

- What are you boys doing in here?

- Studying.
- Studying?

(door squeaking)
(heavy footsteps pattering)

(loud crashing)

- Maybe Patakango was
shot by the Fortibaldi's.

- You know my cousin who
goes to Rasmus High School,

he said that I'm here
with the Fordham Bolton

going around to all the high schools,

stomping and kicking ass.

- Rasmus?

The Baldie Sisters could stop the Rasmus.

The Boarding Baldies, they coming here?

- Maybe we'll be lucky and
you'll send your sisters in.

(laughter)
- I hope so.

- I heard that when they
first get to a school,

they see a guy and they grab
them and they cut his hair off.

(laughing)

- That's how they got the
name "Boarding Baldies."

- Wait, I thought they got the
name 'cause they were bald.

- All right, don't worry,

'cause I'd break their fucking arms

if they touch one little hair

on my cute little baby brother's head.

- Aww
- Aww, he's such a nice a boy.

(laughter)

- Don't you got a class to go to?

- Yeah, so?
- Now get out of here.

(bell ringing)
- Hurry, let's go.

(indistinct chatter)

(footsteps pattering)

- Hey Mark, Look.
- What?

- I know it's hard, but if you
don't fight you're nothing,

you're just a bum.

- What are you telling me this for?

- 'Cause I hear some kid in your class

said he's gonna put your lights out.

- Who told you that?

Did Patakango tell you that?

I was in the school yard, Bic.

- Nevermind who told me that,

the next time someone says
he's gonna put your lights out,

you put his lights out.

I don't care where you are, if you don't,

you make me and you look bad.

If you need me, just come and get me.

- I don't need you to fight my fights,

I can take care of myself.

And nobody's making you look bad either.

- And why are you wearing this jacket,

I never said you could wear it?

- Here, here's your jacket.

- Get to class.
- Yeah!

- All right, gentlemen,

today, we're going to talk about-

(student sniggering)
universal motors.

Anybody know what that is?

(class responding)

Very good gentlemen, very good, all right.

(student sniggering continues)

We have a diagram here that's
gonna help you understand it.

(sniggering continues)

(class howling)

(intense laughing)
(thumps)

- Goldbaum, get out in the hall.

Now, move, quit laughing,

I don't want anyone laughing in here.

Darn it, get out there with him,

get out in the hall with him.

You too,

you're all in this together,
Cougar get out there,

(indistinct), get out there.

Does anyone else wanna go with 'em?

Be quiet.
(laughter continues)

Bickham get out in the hall, you're late.

And close that door,

you gentlemen are going to the
principal's office with me.

- Marvin, get up here.

Take over while I'm gone,

if anybody gives you any trouble,

you gave me their names when I get back.

(indistinct clamoring)

- Corban,

Carter,

Jones.
- Let me see that.

(door bursting open)
(laugher)

- Anderson.
- Oh, let's go on a break.

(indistinct clamoring)

(clamoring continues)
- Let me have that then.

(gasping)

- Carmen, don't (indistinct)

- We come in peace.

(shushing)

- Hey, hey, hey, hey,
(shushing), wait, wait, wait.

- All right, come on, come on,

let's go, come on, come on, come with me.

Come on, in my office, come with me.

You too, come on, let's go.
(whistles)

Wait a minute, what is going on here?

Bickham, Fenelli, what are you?

What are you doing here?

- We're here with Mr.
Dorf, for morning class.

- What are you doing in
here, get out in the hall.

- All right, just wait one
second, just wait a minute.

All right, do any of you speak Spanish?

- [Boy] No.

- I speak Italian.

- Same thing, would
you ask this young lady

what her name is her name is?

(boys quietly chuckling)
Just her name?

(speaking Italian)

(speaking foreign language)

- That's a beautiful name.
- Ask her what happened.

- It doesn't sound like Spanish to me.

- She pushed me and she called
me black shit or something.

I wanna kill her.
(whooping)

- She doesn't even speak English.

- You shut up, no one asked you

and why aren't you in your class anyway?

- My name is Goldie!

- I'm gonna cut your face girl.

- We're looking for Mr. Robin Grey.

- [Goldie] My name is Goldie.

- Mr. Grey.
- Yes!

- Goldie, do you live around here?

- [Levy] I'm detective Levy,

my partner, Detective Driskill

- Goldie, Goldie?

- We're here to investigate

the shooting of a Michael Patatango.

- Patakango!

- Mitsy, Mitsy, you're
staying here with me.

Sit down, the rest of you,

back the class right now, back to class.

- Okay.
- You too, back to class.

- I'll escort her to class.

- You go back to your class.

(indistinct chattering)
- That is gonna help too!

- Mitsy, we're gonna have
to talk to your mother.

Now, sit down.
(smacks lips)

- I live with my father
and he's uglier than you.

- Mitsy, nobody's uglier
than me, now sit down.

Gentlemen, come with me
into my office please.

- Mr. Gray, you have a race
relations problem here?

(indistinct chattering)
(footsteps pattering)

(heavy footsteps)

- Eight!
(boys jabbering)

Eight, eight is the party.

- Eight, all right eight,

don't be late we gonna be
great 'cause I got paid.

- Come on, come on!
- No!

Let's go.
- I'm a poet and you know it.

- Let's go, let's go again.
- Come on, roll the dice!

- One more, one more.
- And...

No, no, no, no!
(indistinct chatter)

- Pay up, pay up, yeah!

(footsteps pattering)

(distant crowd shouting)

(shouting intensifies)
- Come on kid,

you're gonna punch my lights out?

Huh, how you gonna do it kid?

You gonna do it like this?
(smacking)

(crowd goading boy)

Come on kid, huh.

Let's see whatcha got,
let's see whatcha got.

Come on kid-
(laughing)

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on, let's go, come on.
(smacking)

(students shouting)

(smacking)
- Hit him again!

- Hit him!
- No, no!

(shouting continues)

- Come on Mark, get up.
- Mark, get up.

- [Girls] Mark, get up.

- You wanna kick?

- Oh Vinnie, don't.

He's just a kid!
(forceful strike)

(Mark grunting)

- [Girls] Are you okay?
- Mark, get up.

Just get up!
(heavy footsteps)

- Hey, watch yourself.

(suspenseful music)

- [Bic] Who did that?

- [Mark] I'm all right Bic.

(suspenseful music continues)

(train rhythmically clanking)

(music intensifies)

(foreboding dramatic music)

(dramatic music fades)

(footsteps on stairwell)

- Coming through.
- Watch your back there.

- Stay behind me.
(stomping up stairs)

(door clicks open)

(indistinct muffled chattering)

- Hi mom.
- Go get you father,

he's watching the early show.
(food sizzling)

- Hi dad.
- Hey dad.

(TV chatter in the background)
(indistinct) from work?

- Quick, tell me what's happening here.

- We've gotta fix the picture first, dad.

(TV droning)
- What's he like, the bad guy?

- Well-
- Dad!

Mom says dinner's ready.
(TV clicks off)

(food sizzling)

(muffled footsteps pattering)

(chairs clinking)

(plates clink)

- [Mom] Mark, what happened to your face?

(somber piano notes)

- What, what's wrong with his face?

- [Mom] Well, he's got a
black eye and a fat lip.

- What happened, Mark?

- Nothing.
- You've been fighting.

- You got beat up.
- I didn't get beat up.

- Your mother says you've got a black eye.

- I don't have a black eye,
it's just a little red.

It's nothing.
- Who you been fighting with-

- Dad, did I tell you I took
my draft physical yesterday?

- Who you been fighting with?

- No, it's not, it's not that, dad, dad.

- Dad, you should see the
other guy, Mark killed him.

- Yeah, I bet he looked real bad.

- Oh yeah?
(piano continues)

- Bic.

Bic.

- What?

- Blind or not,

someday, I'm gonna slug him.

- Don't try it.

- I hate him.
(somber music)

- Don't say that.

- Some nights, I lie right here

swearing that someday when he
grabs me, I'm gonna grab him.

And when he hits me,
I'm gonna hit him back.

- I can remember before the fall.

He put me up on his shoulder

to watch the SS Missouri being
launched from the navy yard.

- Do you remember the farm?

- Nah.

I was too young.

Now remember-
- Never get cornered.

- If you do?
- Don't get knocked down.

- If you do?
- Cover your head.

- And scream like hell.

Now go to sleep.

(piano fades)

- Hey, hey, wanna smoke?

Come here, I'm not gonna hurt ya.

(foreboding dramatic music)
What's your name?

So, Bic, what's these
New York Yankees anyway?

This is your gang, huh?

- [Young Bic] It's a school jacket!

It's a school jacket!

It's a school jacket!

- [Mark] Hey Bic, how come I
can't wear the Yankee jacket?

(somber piano music resumes)
Hey, Bic.

(piano slows to a stop)

(street ambiance)

(somber piano notes)

(intense dramatic music)

(footsteps on pavement)

(dramatic music continues)

- Huh, what's this?

- Shouldn't have messed with my brother.

- Huh, do I know you?

Hey, you're the guy from yesterday, right?

(switchblade clicks)

What's your beef?

Huh?

- [Bib] That was my brother yesterday,

you shouldn't have messed with him.

- Oh yeah, what are you gonna do, huh?

You're gonna hit me with your newspaper?

Go ahead.

I'll give you the first shot.

(paper whacking)
(body thuds)

- Come on, come on!
- You're gonna try me?

I'll show you (indistinct).
- Come on.

(thudding and grunting)

(smacking continues)
(dramatic music)

Here's a paper for you
to read when you get up.

(muffled thud)
(pipe clinking)

♪ Jack be nimble, Jack be quick ♪

♪ Jack jump over the candlestick ♪

♪ 60 bottles, 1 or 2 ♪

♪ How many bottles can you do? ♪

- The nurse (indistinct)
I got blood everywhere.

All over me, all over the
nurse, all over the doc.

So, she washes my arm
and you won't believe it.

I got two tiny little holes;
one here and one here.

The doc tells the nurse
to keep my arm still.

So, she takes my hand.

She pushes it right up
against her knockers.

- No way
- No, I swear Vinnie.

(whooping)

And then the doc pokes
around in the holes.

"Does it hurt?", he asks.

"No", I say.

- Wait, you didn't feel it?
- No!

And then he says, "can
you move your hands?"

So, I moved my hands,
she didn't even move.

(whooping continues)

The cops are waiting for
me when I come downstairs.

The doc told about some
kind of gunshot wound.

I tell him I did it on a wire
fence on my way to school

where a rusty nail was sticking
out of a piece of wood.

(chuckling)

- But we gotta get outta here, you know,

we're meeting your brother
down in Greenwich Village.

- Oh, well I'm coming too.
- No you're not.

- Why?
- Hey, it's not us, kid.

You know, it's your brother.
- It's your brother, Mark.

Hey, listen, me and you gotta talk.

You've gotta learn to
take care of yourself,

you know what I mean?
- Yeah, but Pat, when?

(kids playing)
(mystical dramatic music)

(soft violin)

- Now listen,

the Sarah Lawrence Poetry Club,

presents this Rose to
America's most beloved poet,

E. E. Cummings.

And remember, it's one word, okay?

One, two, three, four, five.

- Okay!
- Okay!

And, Buffalo Bill's defunct,

who used to ride

a watersmooth-silver stallion
- Guys, girls, come on.

- And break one two three four
five, pigeons just like that.

Jesus, he was a handsome man,
and what I want to know is,

how do you like your
blue-eyed boy, Mister Death?

(light chuckling)
- Hey, that was good.

- Thanks.
- Let's go.

- Where ya goin'?

- To the Whitehorse, near Delmore.

(laughs)

- Hey, you guys wanna
go near the Delmonts?

- Delmore.

- [Boys] Delmore!

- Come on, let's go.
(girls chattering)

I don't even know her!
(dramatic music)

(ladies chattering indistinctly)

- Thank you!
(glasses clinking)

(chuckles)

- Cheers, ladies.
- Cheers.

- Thanks!
(chair clinks)

- [Vinnie] Good evening, ladies.

Hey, you know what, I know a poem.

You girls wanna hear a poem?
- You know a poem?

- Hey listen, there one
was a man from Kent,

his lance was uncommonly bent-

(shushing Goldie)

so to avoid any trouble,
he put it in double,

so instead of cumming, he went.

(Vinnie laughing)
- Can't you see

these are college girls!
- That is a funny poem.

(girls chuckling)

- So, do you like poetry?
(somber music)

- Sure.

- Do you live in the Village?

- Nah, in Brooklyn.

- [Woman] Delmore.

- Delmore.
(indistinct muttering)

- [Woman] Delmore!

(people shuffling)

- Tonight is a very special night for me.

Tonight, my work has the
opportunity to be shared

with more than the enlightened.

The Philistines are among us.

- Philippines?
- Filipino.

- The ground on which the ball bounces

is another bouncing ball.

- You go to school in Brooklyn?

- The wheeling-
- Yeah.

Where do you go to school?

- Sarah Laurence.

- Yeah, is that a Catholic school?

- No
(chuckles)

- You guys all look so neat,

I thought you were in
uniform or something.

(Devline chuckles)

- We should do something about that.

- Nah, I like it, your uniform.

What's your name?

- Delvin Moran.

What's yours?

- Bic Bickham.

- Like I'm chasing, only itself.

The innocent are overtaken,

they are no longer innocent.

They are their father's fathers,

the past is inevitable.

(woman exhaling)
(glasses clinking)

- I'm going!

You can stay if you
want to, but I'm going!

- [Girl] We didn't even finish our drinks.

- [Girl] Paula!

- I don't know how to
break this to you, Bic,

but these girls aren't interested in us.

(chairs screeching)

- [Vinnie] I didn't mean it.

Bic, Bic, they forgot their book.

(light piano music)

("See Saw" by The Moonglows playing)

- Hi Ricky.
(giggling)

♪ Your love, is like a
see saw baby, see saw ♪

♪ First it's up and then
it's down, see saw ♪

♪ It changes so fast it
never hits the ground ♪

♪ It goes up, down and up like a see saw ♪

(guys laughing)

- Idiots, look at this!

Sal.

Hey, can I have another cup, please?

- You got that on your shirt a tad bit.

- [Sal] I'll take this.

His mother sucks.

(boys chanting)
(slaps)

- I can't believe you let him talk

about your mother that way.
- Forget my mother,

we ain't that close.
- Nice job cleaning up, Sal.

(all laughing)

- And it's all over my new magazine.

- Hi Frances!
- Hi Tony!

So, I hear the movie's on Saturday-

- Whatcha hanging around
with these punks for?

- Theresa, what have
you done with your hair?

You're getting to look more and
more like your lovely mother

each day.
- Up yours.

- Oh oh oh, I think she loves me.

- Her father's a union
organizer on the docks

and she calls us punks-
(shushing)

- Bye Theresa, bye Papa, bye Frances,

bye Dicky.

(snickering)

- He's coming back!
- He's coming back.

(snickering continues)

- Name is Ricky or Richard, not Dicky.

You got that?

- Look, it's very natural.

If your name were Robert I'd call you Bob.

If it were James I'd call you Jim, Dick.

It's not like I called
you dickhead or dicknose.

- Listen Tony, your days are numbered.

- Come on, I wouldn't
take that if I were you.

Come on Tony, cream'em, get'em.

- Okay.
- Shut up.

- Why don't we have it out right now?

- Oh, he never has his
out, Dicky you naughty boy.

(laughing)

- Listen, you guys asking for trouble,

especially you two wise asses.

- What I do?
(Goldie laughing)

- Anytime, Dicky.

- Hey, Freddie, guess who's here.

- Hey, Ricky, these guys
aren't lookin' for any trouble.

Neither are you.

- What, are you with them?

- We're with them.

- Yeah!

- Bye Ricky.

- Bye, see ya, Dicky.

- Thanks for stoppin' by.

We ought to have him over more often.

He's a nice guy.

- See you later, Tony.

- [All] Bye Dicky.

- Stop by anytime.

- Tony, I've never seen you act like this.

- Tony's ticked off, because
Frances is dating Ricky.

- Hey, I was just having a little fun.

Ricky can't take a joke, that's all.

- Well, Tony, this Ricky's no marshmallow.

- Tony could take Ricky.

- Pat, are you kiddin'?

I work out with the guy, he
can press his own weight.

- So?

Tony can press his own weight.

- Tony can jerk his own
weight, not press it.

A press is when you stand
still, you take the weight,

you lift it over your head

just using your arms and your shoulders.

Tony can do that?

- No, I can jerk my own weight.

- You can't even jerk your own dick.

- Oh, you've tried, huh?

- What can I say?

- You know what the trouble is here.

They've got the girls and we don't.

Why?
- One's Francis and Theresa.

- I mean, come on and take a look at them,

and then look at us.

- You look at them.

Who wants to look like a hood.

- Hey Fred, you want a Coke?
- Yeah, okay.

Listen guys.

The first thing that impresses a girl

is the way a guy walks, not
the black leather jacket Pat.

And the second thing
is the way a guy talks.

You listening, Vinny?
- What?

- Yeah, Vinny how come you
always talking like this?

- Like what?

- [All] Like this, like this.

- I don't talk like that
(boys laughing)

- Man, we grew up on the same block

and I never talk the way you do.

You never gonna get any
girls talkin' like that.

- Well, Bic don't sound so
great and he gets lots of girls.

- Bic could sound like a washing machine

and he'd still get girls.
(laughing)

- Goldie, come here, get up, watch.

- What?
- Goldie, come here.

Okay, now stand over here, all right.

Now you be the girl.

- I don't know how to be-
- Just be a girl, stay here.

Yo, Bic, Bic, come here.
- What?

- Come on, stand up.

Okay, now look, Goldie's
a girl, all right?

- Okay.
- Now, pick her up.

- Her?

I'd get a hernia.

- Come on, just pretend she's
Marilyn Monroe, come on!

("Mannish Boy" by Muddy Waters plays)

♪ Now, when I was a little boy ♪

♪ At the age of five ♪

♪ I had somethin' in my pocket ♪

♪ Keep a lot of folks in line ♪

♪ Now I'm a man ♪

- Am I too much of a woman for you?

(girls giggling)

♪ You know babe ♪

♪ We can have a lot of fun ♪

♪ I'm a man ♪

♪ I spell M-A-N ♪

(smacking)
- The hell are you doin' man?

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

- Watch the master

♪ All you pretty women ♪

♪ Stand in line ♪

♪ I can make love to ya baby ♪

(grunting)
(girls giggling)

- Come on, one shot at this.

- Tony!

Are you a Dodgers fan?
- Are you kiddin' me?

(laughing)
- Sit down.

- That's good, that's good.

- Come on guys, I think we're ready.

Are we ready?

- Yeah.
- Are we ready?

- [All] Yeah!

- Come on, let's go to the (indistinct).

(girls continue giggling)

("The Walk" by Jimmy McCracklin plays)

♪ Well, I know ya heard of Suzie-Q ♪

♪ I know you heard of the chicken too ♪

♪ I know you heard of the cha-cha-choo ♪

♪ 'Cause The Walk is a
dance that you can do ♪

♪ You just walk ♪

♪ You just walk ♪

♪ Oh, you walk ♪

♪ Yes, you walk ♪

♪ Yeah, you walk ♪

♪ It has to walk ♪

♪ Oh, I know you heard of the Texas Hop ♪

♪ I know you heard of the old Fox Trot ♪

♪ But when you do The Walk ♪

♪ You ride each car ♪

♪ You just shake your
hips and close your eyes ♪

♪ And then you walk ♪
(bell ringing)

(music fades)

(door knob turning)

(shuffling)
(metal thudding)

(light footsteps)

(lock turning)
(hinges squeaking)

- Mister Donnelley.
- Miss Penny.

(light switch clicks on)
(students thundering)

Knock it off.
- I wasn't expecting anyone.

- For the first time in 20
years of teaching at this school

I saw a student reading a book of poetry.

I think I'm finally
getting through to them.

Now, get a book and start reading.

(whooping)
- Beautiful, there you go.

- Give me another one.

Whoa, that is incredible.
(students hollering)

- [Miss Penny] Put that down!

(Miss Penny speaking quietly)

The books there...

- Okay, sit down.

Sit down I said.
(chairs scraping)

Anywhere you can find a seat.

(desks slamming)

(snickering continues)
Knock it off.

(students wheezing)

What do you clowns think you're here for?

This is a library.

(students chortling)
- Bickham, shut up.

Bickham, please tell the class
what you do in a library.

(shelf creaking)

- Pick up girls.
(students cheering)

- [Donnelly] Bickham, out.

Out there in the hall and wait for me.

- [Student] Aww.

- Knock it off.

(students continue chuckling)

You're here to read.

You can read a book, a
magazine, a newspaper.

Read a record album cover, but read.

If you pick a magazine, you must read it.

Just turning pages doesn't count.

Ah, here's a good one.

(smacking noise)

Every month it carries a complete play.

This month, it's "My Three Angels."

(Vinnie humming)

Now, you have 10 minutes.

Get something and read.

And I want you back in your
seats reading in 10 minutes.

(students muttering)

(Donnelley shuffling)

You know, for some reason
I expected more from you.

Here, there's a play in it.

Read it.

(boys harmonizing)

♪ Looking are into your eyes ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ Do-Do-Do-Do ♪

♪ Oo-Oo ♪

- I still don't feel right about that.

- It's too low, it's too low.

- Let's keep goin' now.

♪ Looking are into your eyes ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ Do-Do-Do-Do ♪

♪ Oo-Oo ♪

♪ Because ♪

- [Class] They caught him, man?

- [Donnelley] They all caught him, man.

- Even his best friend?
- Even his best friend

- Get outta here.
- Then what happened?

- He was laid out dead for
the whole neighborhood to see.

(students crying out)
And the ones that caught him,

they bad-mouthed him.

(students continuing)
One by one,

they bad-mouthed him,
even his best friend.

But, he had another best friend

who arrived just in time to
set the neighborhood straight.

(students cheering)
And, one by one,

he tracks down the assassins
and avenges his friend's death.

(students cheering)

You all wanna do it?
- Yeah!

- All right.

Oh, Bickham, you'll be
either Mark Antony or Brutus.

I'm not sure yet.
(boys harmonizing)

♪ I need love ♪

♪ Your real love ♪

♪ I need your love ♪

(boys chuckling)

(quick muffled footsteps)

("Brown Eyed Handsome Man"
by Buddy Holly playing)

♪ Arrested on charges of unemployment ♪

♪ He was sittin' in the witness stand ♪

♪ The judge's wife called
up the district attorney ♪

♪ She said, free that brown eyed man ♪

♪ If you want your job you
better free that brown eyed man ♪

♪ Flyin' across the desert in the TWA ♪

♪ I saw a woman walking across the sand ♪

♪ She'd been walking 30
miles en route to Bombay ♪

♪ To meet brown eyed handsome man ♪

♪ Her destination was a
brown eyed handsome man ♪

♪ Way back in history 3,000 years ♪

♪ In fact, ever since the world began ♪

♪ There's been a whole lotta
good women sheddin' tears ♪

♪ For a brown eyed handsome man ♪

- Hi, is Devlin Moran here?

- [Secretary] Yes she is,
would you like to wait?

I can get her.

(music continues)

(footsteps pattering)

- Is, uh, Devlin here?
- Yeah.

- Can I see her?
- No.

- No?

- No.

She told me to tell you that
she was washing her hair

or her blue jeans or
something, I forgot which.

- Can I wait?

It was a long trip.

- Oh, did she ask you to come here?

- No, I found her book.

- Oh, well, I'll give it to her.

Would you like to, uh, leave a note?

Don't worry, I'll give it to her.

- No, thanks.
(music resumes)

- Where is he?
- Gone.

- You mean you didn't tell
him I was on the phone?

- Well, he, um,

he just wanted to drop
these things off for you.

- He didn't wait.
- No, he didn't wait.

He's cute.

♪ Beautiful daughter
couldn't make up her mind ♪

♪ Between a doctor and a lawyer man ♪

♪ Her mother told her daughter ♪

♪ Go out and find yourself
a brown eyed handsome man ♪

♪ Just like your daddy ♪

♪ He's a brown eyed handsome man ♪

♪ Milo Venus was a beautiful lass ♪

♪ She had the world in
the palm of her hand ♪

♪ She lost both her arms
in a wrestling match ♪

♪ To meet a brown eyed handsome man ♪

♪ She fought and won herself
a brown eyed handsome man ♪

♪ Two, three, the count with nobody on ♪

♪ He hit a high fly into the stand ♪

♪ Down the third he was headed for home ♪

♪ It was a brown eyed handsome
man that won the game ♪

♪ It was a brown eyed handsome man ♪

- If we think of it as being an engine.

- There ya go.
- All right, there ya go.

An engine.

The heart is the main
engine of the body, got it?

Okay, so now,

no, stop that.

What's wrong with you people?
(boys harmonizing)

(harmonizing continues)

All right.

Now, okay who did that?
(students responding)

(students laughing)
(harmonizing continues)

(rushed footsteps)
See, you don't care.

You don't care, okay?

You can't ask me to care.

I feel sorry for you, I really do.

(teacher sighing)

I'm leaving.
(snickering continues)

(ominous jazz music)

- [Vinnie] Hey, Freddie,
come here, look at this.

- Hey, Carmen, looks like your
dad sent two of his soldiers

to come pick ya up, look.

- Hey, Carmen, is that
really two of your dad's men?

- No.

- Yeah, well, they're somebody's soldiers.

- I mean, those guys look bad.

- Yeah, right.

- Hey, how do you know they're soldiers?

- 'Cause, only two kinds
of people dress like that;

undertakers and Sicilians.

And they're too short to be undertakers.

- Hey, maybe they're for them Baldies.

- Oh, come on pal, Fordum
Baldies are wild lookin'.

Crazy even.

You know, some of 'em even
shaved their heads like Apaches.

- Like Apaches, you mean Mohawks.

- Ah, Mohawks, Apaches, same thing.

- That's Mohicans, like
the TV show, stupid.

"The Last of the Mohicans."

- That's Mohican, like in the book,

"The Last of the Mohicans,"
by James Fenimore Cooper.

We're rehearsing Julius Caesar now.

- Mohicans, those guys are no Indians.

(traffic hooting)

(light piano music)

(indistinct chattering)

- [Bic] Goodness, good cheer.

There is no harm intended to your person.

Do so and let no man abide
this dead, but we, the doers.

- The doers!
(students cheering)

- [Freddie] Isn't that the girl
we met in Grenwich Village?

That is her, right?
- Yeah!

- [Boy] Hey, hey, that is her.

- [Donnelley] Senators,
senators, senators.

I'm getting mighty tired of this.

(bell ringing)

- Hey, Carmen,

I don't think you understand
what's going on here.

Is your father in any trouble?

- No.

- Look, Carmen, we're gonna
help you out here, all right?

You make sure you tell
your father about us.

These guys look like the guys
that creamed that big thug.

What was his name,
O'Halloren or somethin'?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

You know, he had a suit down
Lucci Luciano and insults him.

Luciano doesn't even bat an eye.

Just sits there, finishes his lunch,

he even has one of them,
um, (indistinct) with him.

- Yeah, three weeks later these two guys,

dressed just like that,
straight from Sicily,

go to where O'Halloran
eats his lunch everyday.

You know, that automat on
57 Street in Manhattan?

Bam!

There was blood and nickles everywhere.

(piano music continues)

Just as he was gettin'
his coconut custard pie.

And that night,

those two guys were back
on the boat in Sicily.

(footsteps pattering)

(intense smooth jazz)

- Hey, listen, my father says
always watch their hands.

The hand moves for the coat, run.

(boys mumbling in agreement)

- You see that girl over there?

Her name is Devlin Moran.

- I know, I know.
- Just go, go on.

- [Mark] Are you Devlin?

- Yeah.
- I'm Mark, Bic's brother.

He wanted me to get your number,
then he'll call ya later.

- Oh, okay, I, um, have a new line.

1-9-7.

- 1-9-7.

- Yeah, 4-1-9-8.

- 4-1-9-8.

- And, um, he left this magazine,

I guess I could leave it with you.

- All right, I'll get to him.
- Okay.

- Bye!
- Bye.

- Guys, I'm going too.
- What, are you kidding me?

- You're not chicken too, are you?

- Oh, come on, Freddie.

- But we need you.

- Wuss.
- What the hell are you doing?

- Where ya going?
- Guys, let him go!

(music continues)

(speaking foreign language)

- [Girl] Mitsy, here she comes.

- Where you going?

- You think you going home, don't you?

(girl yelling)

- (indistinct) this is really stupid.

- You're the one who said
they were somebody's soldiers.

- Damn.

- Whoa.
- Yeah, baby.

(music ends)

- Hi, Devlin.

- Hi.

I just wanted to let you know that,

your magazine, I left
it with your brother.

- [Bic] Thanks a lot.

- And, um,

thanks a lot for dropping
off my E. E. Cummings book.

- [Bic] That's okay.

(girl calling out)

- Bic, what's going on?

- I don't know.
- Let go of her!

- What's going on?

- Mitsy, she's gonna stomp the new girl.

- He's got a knife.
(indistinct chattering)

(girl screaming)

- Can't somebody stop this?

Do something!
- Me?

- Yeah, you can't just stand
here and watch her get hurt!

- It's not our fight.

- Yeah, what do you
want us to do about it?

(girl screaming continues)
- Devlin!

- Stop it!

Just stop it.
- Get outta here!

- Do it now!
- I know that nobody-

(gasping)

- Listen, she said she's sorry
for everything that they did.

Okay?

- Hey Dick, what's going on here?

I don't know what's going on, ask Mitsy.

- Hey, stupid, put that knife down!

(indistinct chattering)

- Get outta here!

Go get in the car.
- Come on!

- What's wrong with you Mitsy?

- Hey Bic, what's going on?
- I don't know what's going on

- If she's sorry, why
are you guys running?

It's bullshit, I don't
know what's going on?

- What are you guys doing?
(dramatic music)

- What are you guys doing?
(commotion)

- Huh, why you leaving, huh?

What's going on, huh, why
you not saying anything?

- You're a coward-
- Huh?

(screaming)
(engine rumbles)

Drake!

Miss Drake, call the police!

(soft dramatic music)
(door knob clicks)

(door clicks open)

(door clicks shut)

(Devlin mumbles)

(water sploshing)

- Go on, take off your shirt!

(soft music continues)

(bottle clanking)

Maybe you should see a doctor.
- No, it's okay,

it stopped bleeding.
- Sorry.

- I can't see any of the under skin,

I've worse than this.
- So what happened today?

- I don't know.

- Portuguese girl said
she didn't understand it,

she just wanted to go back to Portugal.

- You speak Portuguese?

- My nanny was Portuguese.

- Yeah, your grandma was Portuguese.

- My nanny, my babysitter.

So do you go through this often?

- No.

- Where did you get that?
- Stupidity.

- I was wearing my older brother's jacket,

some kids thought a school
jacket was a gang jacket,

I was stupid too.

They asked me into the
hallway for a cigarette.

- How old were you?
- 13.

- 13 year olds did that?
- No!

They were a lot older than me.

One of the big guys kicked me
in the face when I went down,

only actually I never went down.

It'll never happen again.

I remember going home that night,

and sticking my hand in ice water,

trying to make it go away,
my eye was swollen shut.

- Why do you go to school there?

Did you feel scared today.
- No, just stupid.

- I didn't feel scared, not
then, but I do now, why?

- Sometimes it was just so
quick that it takes a while

for the feeling scared
to catch up with you.

- Quickly, it happened so quickly.

(soft instrumental music)

You have a beautiful house.
- Thank you, you wanna see it?

- Sure!

Oh, you got a stereo?
- You want to hear something?

You're going to need another shirt.

I'll get you. one of my dad's.

(upbeat synth music)

(water whooshing)

(roars)

(soft piano music)

(muffled scraping)

(lips smacking)

- Is there a subway?

- Yeah, the New Haven railroad,
but you don't have to go.

- I think I should,

I think my parents might
be worried about me.

You can just point me in the direction,

I can get there on my own.

- It's all right, just give
me a minute I'll get dressed,

and I'll take you myself.

(soft piano music)

- What happened when you
and that girl last night,

did you do it?
- No, she's a good girl.

- Hey, what are you crazy?

Girls that do it all are good girls,

very good girls, right Vin? (laughing)

- What are you reading, the sport section?

The theater section (indistinct).

- Hey Bic, what are you
gonna do about Mitsy?

- Mitsy titsy who gives a shitsy?

(boys laughing)

You shouldn't talk that way
about Mitsy, she likes you.

- Holy shit look at that!

- Guys, how am I going to school today?

- Why we didn't do anything.
- Yeah!

This is when-
- Oh, yeah, right there!

(car whooshing)

Oh man, they got Cougar.
(indistinct chattering)

- Right there, the one in the middle,

right here in the middle.
- Hey, you come here.

No, not you.

You, get over here, come on.

Come on, get over here.
- What's going on?

- Come here, Mike put
the cuffs on this guy.

- Officer what's going on here?

- Come on, just keep moving.

Just keep moving, come on!
- Move along.

Hands behind your back,

come on let's go.

Come on kids, keep moving.
- What's going on?

- I don't know.
- Move along.

- Come on!
- Come on folks!

Come on folks!

- What do I want?
(footsteps pattering)

(foreboding dramatic music)
(footsteps pattering)

- Ah, the door!
(door creaks open)

Go on, have a seat.

(car door clicks shut)
(cuffs clinking)

- Jesus, it's hot.

- Come on Bic, turn it clockwise.

(footsteps pattering)
- Excuse me, officer,

could you turn off this
radiator, it's really hot.

- Come on man, it's burning.

(sploshing)

- Excuse me, officer, could you
please turn off this heater?

(flushing)

(door creaks open)

I can't believe he wouldn't turn this off.

- I can't believe he
didn't wash his hands.

- Come on, (indistinct) let's go.

Come on, come on!

Come on!

Hey, stand up, who told me to sit down?

Come on, I need to know
four things from you.

What's the name of your gang?
- What gang?

Who are your gang members,
why were you fighting,

and who shot Patatango?
- It's Patakango!

- Hey don't correct me, sit down!

You want to play?

Huh, we'll play, (indistinct) for a while.

- Let's have a little gang talk?

- I ain't got no gang man, you're crazy.

- Let's go, I got to train to catch.

- All right, a little taste test time.

Find out what you punks like.

First we start with water,
it's cool and refreshing.

Now, you see this one, this is sweet.

And this one, huh?

This is (indistinct).
(clanks)

This one, (laughs)

this one is sour!

What's the name of your gang?

I know you're the ringleader.

- Listen, we told you
we don't have any gang.

(smacking)
(Bic grunts)

Come on, son,

you just tell us the name of
your gang and then you can go.

Come on, open up punk.
(smacking continues)

Look, what happened,

there is this new girl at school,

and she said something to another girl,

and she didn't like what she said.

- Bullshit!
- It's true.

- Bullshit!
- It's true.

There's no gangs, there's no gang wars,

there's nothing.

And I don't know who the shot Patakango.

(smacks)
(grunts)

If you punks don't open up,
you're going to be shit.

- You're gonna touch me with that, man,

and if you do,

then hit me all the way
to the Statue of Liberty.

I'll yell so loud

that the fucking bitch's
tits will fall off.

("Smokestack Lightning" by Howlin' Wolf)

♪ Ah oh, smokestack lightnin' ♪

♪ Shinin' just like gold ♪

♪ Why don't ya hear me cryin'? ♪

Listen, I just spoke to your folks

and they seem like very decent people,

they're coming down and pick you up.

Listen, I have to fill
out a report, you see?

People want something to read.

So no hard feelings, don't
let me see here again.

♪ What's the matter with you? ♪

♪ Why don't ya hear me cryin'? ♪

- Bic, Bic, where are you?
- Harry, calm down.

- Bic, Bic!
- Dad, I'm over here.

(smack)

You've shamed me, you've
shaved your mother.

Being called by the police,

"Come down and pick up your son."

- Please dad, I just want
to go home, please dad.

Just, I want to go
home, just take me home.

- Sit here, what's he look like?

- I don't want them to see this.

- Have you been running you're so warm.

- Please just take me home.

- Who's the officer who brought my son in?

I'd like to shake his hand.

- I am, Mr. Bickham.
- Huh?

(punch)
- Hold it right there, freeze!

Come see me.
- Put those things away.

You, take him and get him out of here.

What do you think you're doing?

Bic, Bic, where are you?
- I'm coming, dad!

("Smokestack Lightnin'" continues playing)

- Yes, I saw the paper I'm
looking at it right now.

No, there are no gangs at this school.

What would you have done?

Fine, next time I'll call
the board of education.

- Detective Mayor of the 72nd Precinct,

said that the gang warfare
involved two local gangs;

the Philistines and the Cougars.

However, the Alexander Hamilton Rides

were proceeded by the
shooting of a Hamilton Sr.

This has led to the speculation

that the problem may run deeper

involving larger city-wide gangs.

- Who the heck of the
Philistines and the Cougars?

Where did they get this shit from?

- From me, I made it up.

Pat, don't lean.
- You stupid, what for?

He'll fucking hit the
roof when he reads this.

Look, I would have told
them my mother's sucks,

if that would have made him stop.

Pat, I said don't lean on my back.

- How could you talk about
your mother that way?

- Shut up, Vinnie!
- What?

You know, the cops beat up my cousin once.

They did, they wrapped
T-shirts around their fists

so they wouldn't leave marks.

Marks on who?

cops or your cousins?
- Knock it off Pat.

- Fucking cops, man.

What happened Bic?
- Patakango!

They kept asking me who shot you?

I don't know, I don't know.

- Hey, Cougar too?
- Yeah, Cougar too.

Let's go to class, come on.
(bell ringing)

(indistinct background chattering)

(harmonizing music)

- What's up (indistinct)

(indistinct loud chattering)

- Hi, guys!
- What are you doing man?

- Hey Bic, you got to
tell me what happened.

- Take it off!

- What are you looking for trouble for?

- Take it off.

- Okay, okay, I'll put it in your locker,

and nobody ever tells me anything Bic.

Why can't just tell me what
happened with the cops.

- Get out of here, what
happened with the cops?

- Patakango said the cops beat you.

(rushed footsteps pattering)

(heavy footsteps pattering)

- That's the kind of behavior

that make people believe the newspapers.

The talent show is coming up,

and some of the faculty
felt that you and Cougar

would make good choices and
run it, don't let us down.

- But come on, can we say no?
- No.

First you recruit help,

that should be easy for you and Cougar.

I understand you two have
natural leadership qualities.

(laughing)

Then you make posters, sign up to help,

put on a show, it's easy.

That's it.

You're in show business
kids, and the principal says,

"No rock and roll."

I repeat no rock and roll.

- And this whistle?

- Well, blow it when you're in trouble,

but only if you're in deep trouble.

By the way, Bickham,

do you know what being a Philistine means?

- No!
- Well look it up,

I think you'll find it interesting.

Good day gentlemen.

- Thanks for yesterday, you
really saved my ass. (laughing)

The Philistines and
the Cougars. (laughing)

(boys harmonizing)

(boys laughing)

(muffled footsteps pattering)

("Bo Diddley" by Bo Diddley playing)

- I guess this is the place guys!

- Yep!
- Vinnie, check the door out!

- What's the matter?
- It's locked, there you go!

- It's locked, great!

Now what?

(indistinct chatter)

(door clicks shut)

- Guys!

What's going on?
(footsteps pattering)

Come on get him, come on get him, come on!

(screaming)
- Let me go!

Let go of me, let me go, let me go!

- Come on!
(traffic whooshing)

(chain link clinks)

- Hey, look at this, you tore your pocket.

- Nice shirt, cut it out!
(all laughing)

I'll bust your buddies-
- Get off!

So, pretty boy, are you
a Cougar or a Philippine?

(laughing)
- Oh man.

You guys, you messed him all up.

- Aww!
(ripping)

(laughing)
(muffled grunting)

- Look at what you did?
- This is bad.

- Do you, do you?

- Don't shave my head.
- Shave your head?

- Who the fuck wants to shave your head?

We're gonna stomp it.
(grunting intensifies)

- Yeah, come on!
(indistinct chattering)

- (screaming) My eye! (crying)

My eye, my eye, you took it out,

I can't get it back in.
(crying continues)

(gasps)

- You took it out, and I can't get it in.

(sobbing intensifies)
(dramatic music)

(footsteps pattering)

♪ Mojo come to my house,
ya black cat bone ♪

♪ Take my baby away from home ♪

♪ Ugly ole Mojo, where ya been ♪

♪ Up your house and gone again ♪

♪ Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley have you heard ♪

♪ My pretty baby said she wasn't for it ♪

(footsteps pattering)

- We're here to negotiate.
- Yeah.

So what can we offer you
to keep your asses safe?

Safe, safe from what?
- From them?

(laughing)
(footsteps pattering)

You suckers are a sure mean-looking bunch.

Well, let me tell you
what you just walked into.

You standing in front

of Alexander Hamilton
Vocational High School,

which happens to be in the
middle of (indistinct) Brooklyn.

And if you asked me,

I think your life insurance just ran out.

(chanting)

(fists smacking)

- (mumbles) we knew the past.
(students scrambling)

(gun shot fires)
(laughing)

(commotion)

Those guys had guns!
- Those weren't guns,

those were zip guns.

- Who got shot?
- Cougar!

(indistinct chattering)

What are we gonna do man,
what are we gonna do?

(door banging)
(muffled yelling)

- Come on, man!
(yelling)

(gun shot fires)
- Hey, you pussy!

(whistle blows)
(door banging)

(tins clanking)

- Now, I want those
assignments handed in on time.

Get on it!
(clanking)

Martin you're in charge!

(shuffling)

(rushed footsteps)
(clanking)

- Hey!

Hey!

- Whoa!

- Hang on!
- What do you see?

Come on, I think they're
coming off the roof, come on!

Come on!
- Get them!

- Right now!
- Go!

- I'll call the police.
- Yes, call them.

No, no, no, no,

call the board.
- The board?

- I said call the board, yes.

(indistinct yelling)
- You watch the roof.

- Watch the window.

- Hey, come on.

Come on, you...
(rushed footsteps)

Come on!
(rushed footsteps pattering)

I agree with them!
(desk clanking)

(pants ripping)
- Tony...

- I can't!
(muffled scraping)

- Are they gone?
- I think they're gone,

they left!
- Oh, Jesus Christ!

- I'm getting outta here!
(screaming)

- Whoa!
(loud crash)

(whistling)
(rushed footsteps)

- Donnelly, Donnelly!
(rushed shuffling)

- (indistinct) the windows,
what do you think this is?

Oh, no, no, they didn't!
(class laughs)

- Well, just wait till I get back.

("Nervous Boogie" by Paul Gayten)

(sharp scraping)

(metallic hacksaw clanking)

(soft instrumental music)

- Can you say kiss me?

- Goldie!

♪ Why are you wasting all this time ♪

♪ Why are you holding back ♪

♪ Ready to hold you close to me ♪

♪ Ready to love you endlessly ♪

♪ To wait another day ♪

♪ Please (indistinct) ♪

- You wanna go?

- We pretend it's prom
night, go down to Nathan's,

(indistinct) for a hotdog.

And we can go out (indistinct)

It's Brooklyn tradition.

- Don't you want to save
that for prom night?

- You don't have a prom.

- You ever been to Coney Island?

And I love to take a ride
on Staten Island Ferry.

Then you can take me home.

- And I can meet your parents?

- They're in Bermuda.

♪ If only a day would last a year ♪

♪ Maybe I could wait to have you near ♪

♪ But the world won't stop turning round ♪

♪ And the sun will soon be down ♪

♪ Above me now ♪

♪ Love me now ♪

♪ Let me be your bridge ♪

♪ Though the river is wide ♪

♪ I can be your wings to fly ♪

♪ For the mountain is high ♪

♪ High ♪

♪ High ♪

♪ I'm so ready to hold you close to me ♪

♪ Ready to love you endlessly ♪

♪ Don't wait another day ♪

♪ Leave me on the way ♪

♪ Why are you wasting all this time ♪

- Hey Goldie, what are you
gonna do after graduation?

- You know, I think I'm gonna
marry that Portuguese girl.

- What are you going to do Vinnie?

- I think I'm going to be a carpenter.

You know, my uncle's in the union.

Then why did you spend 4
years in electrical shop?

- Why don't you take carpentry?

- I don't like carpentry.

- What about you Patty?
- I wanna be a jet pilot.

- How are you going to do that?

- I'm gonna go to jet pilot school.

- You have to join the Air Force.

- So I'll join the Air Force.
- You have to be an officer.

- So I'll be an officer.

- Yeah, well you gotta go to West Point?

- So I'll run numbers.

Hey Freddie, what are you going to do?

- I'm gonna be a cop.

- Hey Freddie, I was only kidding.

I'm going to go to West Point.

(flushing)

(foreboding dramatic music)

- That thing's gonna blow up in your face.

Patakango, you are really stupid!

- I know what I'm doing.

No, one's going to get hurt,

this is how I tested my zip gun.

(foreboding dramatic music continues)

(pop)
(glass shatters)

(panting)

- That's how you got shot?

- What?

What are you talking about?
- This whole-

- I don't know what you're talking about.

Hold everything!

Stand here.
- What?

(shuffling)

(heavy knock)
(ball thuds)

The ball.

(ball thuds)
(gasps)

You shot yourself stupid.

(laughing)
- What?

- Hey guys, I knew you'd be here.

- There's Patakango.

- Nice jacket, Pat.
- Thanks.

- All right, you got 355, 75, 650,

and the best seats in the house are 850.

- Well, do I look like a hood?

- You look like a hood.
- That's 17 bucks.

Can you lend me the money?
- Hey Bic,

if you don't have the money,
why the expensive seats, huh?

- Hey, I'll get you a job.
- Come on, Tony.

- How are you going to pay me back?

- Hey you need some money?

Let's knock off some meters,

right around the corner from my house.

- I'll get a job, I'll pay you back.

- I'll get you a job right now, Bic.

that way you don't have
to pay anybody back.

- Listen, there must be
50 bucks in those meters.

We'll pop them at night, it'll
take an hour, they're loaded!

- You know, you're going stupid.

50 bucks worth of dimes,

a year in reforms go for
50 bucks, that's great,

what a deal?
- Yeah, maybe even 100 bucks.

I'm not going to get caught,

because I got it all figured out.

- Tell me, I need the money now.

- Tonight.

- I'll be at your house tonight.

- Hey, Bic, you can't
come by my house tonight.

- Why not?

- 'Cause my father said that
I shouldn't hang out with you,

you're a bad influence.
- What are you doing Freddie?

Let me take my jacket off.
- Did you ever think Bic,

that maybe this girl is just
a little bit too much for you?

Come on Pat, let's see if this
leather jacket (indistinct).

- What are you talking about?

- You and her are from
two different worlds.

You're digging yourself into
a hole just to impress her?

(punching bag thuds)

- Yeah, what's wrong
with a different world?

- You steal just to be on a date.

- I don't understand Freddie.

- I don't understand?

I don't understand how Patakango here

is starting to make sense to you.

That's what I don't understand.

(punch smacks)
- Ooh!

Kill him Freddie!

- Does the jacket make you bulletproof?

- Come on.
(punches thud)

(thuds continue)
- Vin, I was only kidding.

I was kidding man!

Stop, okay, okay!
(smacking continues)

Look, Freddie, I was
kidding, I was kidding!

- Hit him again!
(metal pipe squeaking)

- I got it all figured out.

You watch the corner,

if the cops come, you follow me.

There's an alley back there,
they'll never find us,

it's going to be as easy as pizza pie.

- What happened to your ear, Pat?

- My dog bit it.
- Your dog bit your ear?

Are you nervous, Bic,
it's a one-way street?

(dramatic music)
(squeaking continues)

I'm through!

See how fast it was?
- Yeah, you're through, huh?

- I'm gonna have to use the hacksaw.

Just a little cut.
(hacksaw scraping)

(scraping continues)

(panting)

- It would have been easier to get a job.

(metal clinks)

- I got an easier way.

Hold it right here.

This is going to be as easy as pizza pie.

(metal clinks)
(light switch clicks on)

- Easy as pie, huh?
- One more hit and we have it.

(footsteps pattering)

- Yeah, you hold it.

- Okay, but don't miss Bic.
- Hold it still!

- Oh, you're going to hit
me, please don't hit me.

No, no, wait, are you sure you're okay?

- Easiest pizza.
- Come on then!

(clanking)
(coins clinking)

(muffled footsteps pattering)

- Hey kid, got a dime?

Come on, come on, what are you doing?

Leave it!
- I can't,

they're my father's tools.
(footsteps pattering)

(jazz music)

(footsteps pattering)
(door clicks open)

(rushed footsteps)

(metal clinks)
(footsteps pattering)

(mumbles)

- Leave the meter!
- I can't,

it's got our fingerprints on it.

This isn't exactly "The Bricks."

(chain link clinks)

- Let them go!
- Oh wait, we almost got them.

- This isn't exactly a risk job, you know?

- Don't step by Mr.
Mills asparagus mounds.

- We're gone to jail, you're
worried about asparagus.

- The tools, hurry up!

The tools, just give me them.
(tools clinking)

Come on!

Hurry up!
- Where are we going?

- Just get in!

(dog whining)

Now what do we do stupid?
- Watch!

- What's that noise?
- Dogs.

Don't worry, this is my
yard, these are my dogs.

(screaming)
(dog barking)

- Please don't move!

(lady laughs)

(indistinct chattering)

- But where did you put him?
- Oh!

I put him in my parent's closet.

- You mean to say he stayed in
that closet the entire night?

Oh, I can't believe her!
- Oh, no, not really.

(ladies laughing)
- Yeah!

- Here comes Peter!

- Hey Devlin!

This must be your Philistine.

Hey, tell me something warlord,

you've been beating up on
any old ladies recently?

- Fuck off.
- Nice language!

It must be the company
you're hanging around with.

- Hands off, bozo!
- Oh, sure!

- Peter stop it!

Peter stop it!
(gasps)

(bottle smashes)
(screaming)

- Oh my God!
- Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?
- Hey someone call the police!

- Who the hell was he?
- Oh my God, he's bleeding!

What do I do (indistinct)?

Oh my God!
(music fades)

(crowd cheering)
(boys harmonizing)

(crowd cheers loudly)

♪ Your my life ♪

♪ I love you and I'll never let you go ♪

♪ I love you peanuts ♪

♪ With all my heart and mind ♪

♪ Mad about you, almost insane ♪

(harmonizing continues)

- Hey Mark, have you seen Bic?
- Yeah!

- Do you think you can find him for me?

- Yes, sure!
- Come here!

- What Cougar?
- Come here!

What's that?
- What's what?

- What's that?
- Don't worry about it!

- It's dumb, and find Bic for me!

(door creaks open)
(shuffling)

- Cougar, just the man
I've been looking for.

and have you seen Bic?
- No.

Is something the matter?
- Sit down and don't move!

So, you've had four fun-filled
years, I can testify to that,

but have you learned anything?

(soft music)

You know, teachers, are
not vengeful people,

at least we don't start out
that way, but bit by bit,

piece by piece,

the veneer of our virtues is hacked away,

and what is left is pettiness
and spitefulness, why?

Scorn your teachers and
you are scorned for life,

hurt us and we hurt you back.

And yours, yours is the greater hurt.

I loved English, that's
why I wanted to teach it.

Patakango sit still.

I asked myself, "Now, why
would I sentence myself

"to a life of perpetual adolescents

"who've grown tired of the
spitballs, the yelling,

"and the farts Patakango!"

And there's the fighting.

"Hey, do you know what he said about you?

I won't let him say that about me,

I'd punch his face in.

And you guys always go along with it.

Where's Bic?

Oh, it's a shame he couldn't
be here for this. (laughing)

Oh, well, in part, allow me
to borrow from Shakespeare.

I am a teacher, half not a teacher eye,

half not a teacher hands,

organs, dimensions, senses,
affections, passions.

If you prick us, do we not bleed?

If you tickle us, do we
not laugh? (laughing)

If you poison us do we not die?

And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

- What was that?
- I don't know.

- He's crazy.
- Look, I gotta get out here,

I got to find Bic.
(muffled scraping)

- Hey-
(laughing)

Hey!

We're stuck!

Man, come on, get it off of me!

Get my (indistinct).
- Just know he could...

- Very funny!
- Very funny!

(train rumbles)

- Bic, what are you doing up here?

Cougar is looking for ya!

You okay?

You wanna see what I made?

(whooshing)
(footsteps pattering)

Neat, huh?

It works like this.

Pull the pin, bam!

Neat, huh?

I don't have any more ammo,

Patakango and I tested it.

It really worked.
- Patakango?

- It really worked.

No!

(clinking)
Hey!

Hey, who threw this?
(gate clanging)

Who threw it?

- Why the hell are we such bums?

Who the fuck sets it up like this anyways?

- You're not a bum if you can fight back.

- Yeah, right!

People learn to respect you.
- That's bullshit!

We spent 4 years in the school,

and the only thing we learned
how to do is crack heads,

that's great, we're not bums.

- There's nothing wrong

with learning to take
care of yourself, right?

- No, there isn't.

But there is something wrong

with being ashamed of who you are.

- I'm not ashamed of anything.

- No, you're not, you're just like Bic,

except maybe Bic is not so sure

he wants to be just like Bic any longer.

Are you?
(somber music)

- The talent show,

that's what I'm going to
miss about this school.

The shows, I always feel proud of those.

- Yeah, right!

- Why is everybody so sad?

What are we doing up here?

We've go a show.
(footsteps pattering)

(crowd cheering)

(upbeat guitar strums)
(crowd claps)

♪ We are Americans ♪

♪ From downtown Brooklyn ♪

♪ We rock and you roll (indistinct) ♪

♪ We hang around the
streets after 12 o'clock ♪

♪ And all the gangs in this
town think they're cool ♪

♪ But you really know they're fools ♪

♪ We are the kings around here ♪

♪ Everybody else runs in fear ♪

♪ From Bic, Vinnie, Rick (indistinct) ♪

♪ That man coming, we're all so charming ♪

♪ We go to vocational school ♪

♪ And all we do is break the rules ♪

♪ Break the rules ♪

♪ We break the rules ♪

(indistinct chatter)

♪ All we really want to know ♪

♪ If there's somewhere we can go ♪

♪ All we really want to see ♪

♪ Who you're really are ♪

♪ All I really wanna do ♪

♪ Is go to school and break the rules ♪

(crowd cheering)

- [Narrator] Well, we never sang again.

School was funny, the bell
rings on that last day.

Everything that brought
you together it evaporates.

Was I wasting time in school with Devlin?

I don't think so.

But that was my hometown, Brooklyn.

I don't know what happened
to most of the guys,

Freddie really did
become a cop, a good one,

and Vinny Vinny became a carpenter,

his uncle got him in the union.

Last I heard he was making $80,000 a year.

And Carmen, well, Carmen
heads a conglomerate,

specializing in toxic waste removal.

(crowd cheering)

♪ Why are you wasting all this time ♪

♪ Why are you holding back ♪

♪ While I ready to hold you close to me ♪

♪ Ready to love you endlessly ♪

♪ Don't wait another day ♪

♪ Lead me out the way ♪