Original subtitles

[eerie music]

[music]

[background chatter]

' He)! man, man!

Come here, man. Hey man, get over here.

Hey, man. C'mere, man.

Look. Cool.

No, man. Don't worry about it, man.

Look, look.

Just act natural. - What you got?

What you got?

Do you want to buy a watch, man?

Just look. Just look.

Just look at it, man. Just look at it.

Cool.

- Let me see it. - Just--

Cool it man. Just look at the watch.

How much?

- $500, man. - Fuck you!

Wait a minute, man.

Get over here, man.

Come on, man. What the fuck?

Fuck, man.

Shit.

Hey, man. Get over here, man.

- What's up? - Come here, man.

I just want to talk to you.

Get over here, man.

Just sit down for a minute.

How are you doing, man? - I'm all right.

Okay, man. Look, man.

Do you want to buy a watch?

- Let me take a look at it. - Okay, man.

Look at this watch, man.

- Hey, that's nice. - This is a beautiful watch, man.

Yeah, I know, it's... - Those real diamonds?

Of course it's real, man.

We guarantee all our merchandise.

It's really a nice watch.

Okay, man. Look, it's 14-karat gold.

It's got a diamond face. It's 21, Elgin, Piaget watch, man.

This is a beautiful watch, man. - How much is it?

- 500 bucks. - Oh, I don't have that kind of money.

- You don't have 500 bucks? - No way.

Okay, man. Look, I've got something else that's real nice.

You got a girlfriend, man?

- Yeah. - She gonna have

a birthday soon, right? - A few weeks.

- Okay, man. Look at this necklace.

You're going to love this necklace, man. - Ah, that's beautiful.

What do you think of this necklace, man?

Aquamarine.

- It's really nice.

- Okay, man. You got the forty bucks?

- Forty dollars you want for that? - Yeah, man.

- All right.

- Wait a minute, man. Be cool, man. - What's the matter?

- Just act natural, man.

- What's the matter? - Just act natural.

Okay, man. Give me the forty bucks, man.

You got sixty, man?

- Forty is the deal.

- Yeah but this necklace is about a hundred, man.

- Forty or nothing.

- Okay, man, okay. Take it, man.

- All right.

- Hey, babe, come here. Just want to talk to you.

- Hey, c'mere. C'mere. - What's the matter, man?

- I wanna just talk to you. - I ain't got nothing.

I ain't got no time now, man. - Uhh, I want your--

let me see your license and registration.

Come on. - For what, man?

I didn't do nothing. - Your license and registration.

I ain't got time, man.

- I want the license and registration, now get it.

- Okay, man. Just a second, man.

Just let me close my door.

- Wait up now.

[starts the car]

- Don't start the car. - Don't play with me, man.

Why you want this? - I want the license

and registration. - Why, man?

- Let me see it.

Come on, let me see it.

. Okay-

- Let me see it. - Just wait a minute, man.

Let me see if I got it.

- Come on. Get it out.

- Let me see if I've got here.

- Get it out. Let's go. Come on.

- Okay, man.

[car revs] - Wait, wait, wait a minute.

Come here!

[music]

- Hey, pretty lady.

Lemme help ya. Lemme help ya.

Hey, yunno, I'm a gentleman.

I believe in helping ladies.

- Shit.

- Here, here, I'll help you.

- No, thank you.

No, thank you. - I'm a gentleman.

- I can-- - Ohh, sweet as port wine.

- Thank you. You're a gentleman and a scholar.

I can get this door open.

- Let me help. I'll help.

[closes door] - What the...

- Oh, shit. I've gotta find the light switch.

- Ah, I knew you couldn't resist me, baby.

We were made for each other,

now, you know that.

- Come on. Get out of here you, oh you fucking burn.

- What's the matter, baby?

You like me.

[door closes]

You fucking bitch.

- Oh, shit.

Another fucking day.

Why did I get out of bed this morning?

[music]

- Hey, how are you doing, baby?

Come on.

- Okay, you guys, cut the shit.

If you're looking for trouble, you're going to get it.

' Oh, yeah?

From who, baby, huh?

- From me, asshole.

- Hey, hey, baby, look, I'm sorry.

Come on now, it's a fucking bar.

I don't mean you no harm.

I'm just playing around.

Come on!

- It's okay, Lou. It's okay, thanks.

You see, I got friends that'll protect me when I need it.

- Yeah?

Tell me something, baby.

Who protects you in bed, huh?

- Wouldn't you like to know?

- [chuckles] I sure would.

- Well, listen handsome,

if you behave yourself, maybe we'll work something out later.

- Oh baby, I'm just going to live

for later. [chuckles]

- Later. - Oh,

I'm just going to sit here.

I'm just going to suck on my beer, okay?

And I'm going to wait for you.

[music]

- Ladies and gentlemen, a nice big round of applause

for our hostess, Maggie.

[crowd cheering]

Come on now, let's hear it.

[crowd cheering] - All right.

And Jeff.

[music]

[applause]

- Hey man, you're drinking too much or what?

- Yeah, what's the matter?

Can't hold the booze no more?

- Look, man, I've been out working all fucking day

while you guys sit around jerking each other off.

I'm tired, but I'll still drink both you assholes under the fucking table.

- Yeah, that's why last week he threw up all over Tony's car.

- Look, Bobby--

- Yeahhh.. - Yunno, you guys are always fighting

with each other.

No wonder you can't beat up on the other gang.

- No gang, Sal, just fucking spics, man.

- Someday those spics are going to really beat on you.

- Hey, look, shit, we ain't scared, so don't you be either.

- Look man, don't be a fucking jerk.

Sal here may be the only friend we got left.

- Yeah, but the spics are still gonna get us for last week.

- Man, I don't know what's the matter with you fucking guys,

you know that? That was stupid, man.

Maybe someday you're going to grow up.

- Yeah well, we don't know what's gotten into you either.

You've been acting mighty strange lately, ever since that spic cut you off,

and you ran him off the fucking road afterwards.

- Yeah, what's been bothering you lately?

- Man, I stabbed my first spic when I was fifteen.

We've been fighting spics ever since we were kids,

so what's it done, huh?

What's it done, fucknuts?

We're still fucking fighting 'em.

- C'mon Southside, you done well here.

Got a nice car, nice clothes, plenty of broads around.

What the hell is your beef about, huh?

- You know, you guys are really fucking jerk-offs,

ya know that?

[music]

Ah, shit.

That's all we need now, Sweet Lips.

[music]

- Hi, guys.

Long time no see.

- Hey, Sweet Lips.

Where you been?

Bobby here has been asking about you.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, yeah nothing.

I been around.

What's the matter, Southside,

you don't say hello anymore?

- Hey, how you doing, Sweet Lips?

- So what are you two doing tonight?

- Nothing, Sweet Lips, nothing.

- Bobby,

put your tongue in your mouth, you're drooling.

- Whatcha have in mind, babe?

- Oh, go into the man's car and listen to the stereo.

- What else did you have in mind, huh?

- Oh, yunno,

smoke a little grass,

do a little dance, make a little love.

- I think that can be arranged.

[music]

- How come you guys always take me up here to Tony's garage?

How come you never take me someplace nice?

Yunno?

[music]

- Hey, Sweet Lips.

You know how to dance?

[music]

- Hey, wait a second.

Let me find the lights.

Here it is.

[music]

Wow.

Ha-ha, whoa!

Some place you got here.

Hey, I got an idea.

Look, why don't you just knock that wall out?

Can't you make the whole thing your dance floor,

hey, huh?

- Honey, this is my private room.

Private instruction.

- Yeah--, [chuckles]

- Hey, come on.

I thought you wanted to dance.

- Hey, baby, I do.

Come on. You're going to show me how?

- Yeah, c'mon. - Hey...

Mmm, mm, mm. Oh, this is fun.

[laughs] - Oh, no, no.

Not that way.

That way.

[music] [moaning]

- Hey, man.

What's this?

Check it out, Bobby.

I think the man is learning how to dance.

- Ah, who wants to learn how to dance?

Eh, put the fucking thing away, stay out of my glove compartment.

- Woah,

the boy is upset.

I think he's even blushing.

What's the matter, man?

Are you embarrassed?

- Fuck you, fucknuts.

- Hey, man. Slow down, man, don't pass that up.

Slow down.

What's the matter with you anyway?

- Man, we don't need that fucking shit, man.

We don't need that fucking shit.

- Go back, man.

Go back.

Slow down, slow down.

Come on, get in, baby.

- No thanks, I think we'll walk.

I've changed my mind, it's a nice day.

Thanks anyway.

- Let's go with them. - Come on, baby.

Don't be like that.

If you two don't want to come in here with us,

you're going to freeze your sweet little asses off.

Why don't you come on in here with us?

- Nuh-- I said, " No thanks." All right?

- Come on, it's really cold outside.

- Come on, baby. - Get away from me.

No thanks, we changed our minds. - Don't be like that.

Ah, come on.

- Don't touch me.

I don't want to go in, no.

- Stop. - No.

Hey, I don't want to go in the car with you.

- All right, let's go. - Hey, get your hands off me.

I don't want to go with you. - Hey, I'm a good looking guy.

- What are you talking about? - But I don't want your hands all over me.

Can't you understand that? - Don't touch me.

- Yeah, but that's what you're here for, babe.

That's not what I'm here for.

I don't want you touching me, all right?

- Hey. - Just don't touch me, okay?

- Leave me alone.

- What, you and your friends... yo, I bet you're lesbians.

Bobby, listen to this.

- Yeah, we are.

We are lesbians.

- Oh, I don't believe you.

We want to see you prove it.

- You gotta be kidding me.

[music]

Hey, man, Tony's father's garage is a great place to fuck.

[music]

You're lesbians?

I don't believe you.

We want to see you prove it.

- Come on.

Get in that back seat.

Get your fucking clothes off.

Come on, let me see that ass.

Let me see some tits and pussy.

Yeah, that's it, that's it.

Get down on that fucking pussy.

Come on, that ain't real.

You don't even care. I thought you love it.

- Let me see you eat some fucking pussy.

Come on, eat that fucking pussy.

Come on, let me see you suck that clitoris.

You said you was lesbians, come on.

Yeah, yeah.

But you ain't doing nothin'.

I don't believe youse.

I can't see that fucking tongue.

You don't enjoy that. Come on.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, suck on that fucking thing.

Let me see something else.

Ah, now you're getting into it.

I want to come back there and fuck you.

[music]

Yeah, I want to fuck you both.

You don't enjoy this at all.

Yeah, hey, this is really turning me on.

I'm going to come and fuck the shit out of both of you

and show you what a real man is.

[music]

- Oh.

Oh.

[music]

[moaning]

- Come on, suck on that fucking cock.

You like to fuck me better than her, you ain't a fucking lesbian.

That's what I like, suck it.

Suck it.

[moans]

That's it, suck that tip.

[music]

Yeah, take it in, take it in.

Suck on that fucking cock.

[music] [moaning]

Ah, yeah.

Ah. Ah.

You like that?

Suck that.

[moaning]

[grunting]

[music] [moaning]

[music] - Oh, baby.

[moaning] [music]

- Come on, take it in.

[grunting] [moaning]

[music]

- Oh, fuck.

- Come on, man. We're getting the fuck out of here.

What's the matter with you,

J.T., don't you get enough fuckin ass, man?

- What's the matter with you, man? - We're getting the fuck out of here.

- I'm fucking having a good time, man.

- Let's go. Come on, Bobby. Get the fuck in the car.

Hey man, what the fuck we fighting for anyway, man?

She's just some dumb fucking cunt.

- Hey, let's forget about it.

I mean, let's not fucking hassle anymore, okay?

- Yeah. Okay, yeah.

[eerie music]

- Hey Southside, don't fucking try and fight with me ever again.

- Look J.T., just shut the fuck up, man.

Let's just drop it, okay?

[eerie music]

Come on, man.

Just get the fuck out of the car.

- You mad, Southside? - I ain't mad, man.

- You sure? Look if it's--

- It's nothing, man. I just want to be left alone, okay?

. Okay-

Wait a minute J.T., what time?

I don't know, eight? Eight thirty?

Eight thirty good with you?

Yeah, eight thirty is fine, man.

Sal's bar at eight thirty.

- See you later. Now, get the fuck out of my car.

[eerie music]

Hey, Lou, man.

How you doing? Nice to see you.

- Well, well, well.

Southside, how you doing, buddy?

- Not bad. Not bad.

- Say, uh, you still hanging out with that, that J.T.

and uh, what's his name?

- Eh, Bobby, yeah, sure, sure.

[chuckles]

- Boy oh boy. You'll never learn.

- No, they're not bad. They're not bad, Lou.

They're okay. You know.

- Do you go out dancing?

This bar I work in is the greatest.

Why don't you come on up, huh?

- Yeah, yunno, Lou, yunno I'd really like to learn

to dance real bad, yunno.

I tried to get some chicks to teach me, but uh--

And yunno, who's got the time?

You know? - I know.

Come on up and learn.

My broads give lessons.

Private lessons. -[laughs]

Yeah, I know.

- We've got the greatest show in town.

Why don't you come on up?

- Yeah, yunno Lou, maybe I will.

I'd like to do that sometime, but right now,

look, I gotta go, man.

See you around. Okay?

- All right, buddy.

Take it easy, buddy.

- Okay, Lou. Hey, Lou.

Where is that place?

- It's at Night Bird.

Look it up in the book.

- Okay, got you, Lou.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

for the first time on any stage, Randy,

Andy, and Sandy!

[crowd cheering]

[whistling]

[music]

[moaning]

[music]

[moaning]

[music]

[moaning]

[music]

[moaning]

[music] [moaning]

- That's enough. - Want me to do you now?

[music]

[moaning] [music]

[crowd cheering]

[music]

- Come on, you motherfuckers!

I want ya to dance your asses off tonight.

Come on now!

[music]

[music] [moaning]

[crowd cheering]

[music]

[crowd cheering]

[music] [moaning]

[crowd cheering]

[music] [crowd noise]

[moaning] [music]

[crowd cheering]

[music]

- Hey, you guys just missed your friends.

Wh at friends? You mean Southside?

- Nah, not Southside.

These guys had beards.

Real mangy lot. - Were they spics?

Sal, it's important. Were they spics?

- Yeah, yeah, they looked like spics.

- Before they went, one of them said something about leaving a present for you

or something, but I was busy.

I don't understand that lingo anyway.

- Spics here at Sal's!

Where's the present? Where's the present?

- Look, man, they didn't leave no present for me.

I figure it's between you guys.

- Come on, Sal. It's important.

Where'd they sit? Come on, man.

Where'd they sit?

- All right. All right.

Uhh, they came in, it was busy as hell.

Had a beer, sat down over there.

- Come on.

- Yeah, right over there.

- Hey, J.T, what's this? - Hey, man,

I don't know.

[clock ticking]

[explosion]

[police sirens]

- Oh, my place. - What the fuck happened, man?

What happened? - Look at my place.

Ten years I worked.

Gone.

[police sirens]

- Sal, J.T. and Bobby, where are they?

- They're still in there. They're still in there.

There's a lot of people in there.

[police sirens]

Get us some help, man.

Get us some help. We need a doctor.

- They're dead, man. - We need a doctor bad.

- They're dead.

- Oh, man. Please.

' L gotta go.

- What happened to you?

Who's that guy? - We need a doctor.

- Did he do this?

Where is he?

- We need a doctor.

[police sirens]

- "Sal's bar, eight thirty.

Sal's bar, eight thirty.

Sal's bar--" [police sirens]

"Eight thirty, Sal's bar."

"Hey Southside, don't ever fucking try to fight with me again.

All right?" "Eight thirty.

Sal's bar, eight thirty.

Sal's bar--"

[police siren] "Sal's bar, eight thirty.

Sal's bar, eight thirty.

Sal's bar--" [police siren]

- Hey, Southside,

I see you finally made it.

What's the matter, man? You look like you lost your best friend.

- I did, Lou.

I did. - Who?

How? - J.T.,

Bobby, they're all dead.

- What happened, man?

- Spics.

The spics, it must have been them.

- Hold it. Hold it. Sit right down here.

I'm going to get you a drink.

Sit down,

easy.

[music]

Here, drink this Southside.

- Thanks, Lou.

Man, I don't fucking believe it.

- What happened?

- Those spics,

they blew up the fucking bar.

[music]

- Hiya. Lou tells me you're an old friend of his.

Mind if I sit?

- You can sit.

- My name is Maggie.

I own the place.

- Southside.

- Hiya.

I heard you had some trouble tonight.

You want to talk about it?

- You wouldn't understand.

Look, we grew up in one of the roughest neighborhoods,

under the worst possible conditions.

Everything around us was hell.

It's been a constant battle with those fucking spics.

- Spics?

- Yeah, spics.

They moved into the neighborhood years ago.

Took over our jobs, our broads,

our bars, destroyed our whole way of doing things.

We always tried to get rid of them.

- Get rid of them?

- Yeah. - How?

- Fight here and there, yunno, small stuff until now.

- Hey Southside, you want another drink?

- Nah, I got it.

- Well, uh, you want to dance?

- What?

- Dance.

- I don't know how to dance.

- Oh, you want to learn?

- You're gonna teach me? - Come on, come on.

Yeah, I'll show you how. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Sure.

- Come on.

- You're gonna teach me now?

- Yeah.

[music]

- Maggie, this place is unbelievable.

Lou never told me about this.

- Yeah, this is my place.

This is where I teach.

- Maggie,

you're beautiful.

Teach me.

[music] [moaning]