All language subtitles for Vigilante.1982.REMASTERED.1080p.BluRay.x264-PiGNUS

Hey.

I don't know about
you guys, but me...

I've had it up to here.

There are some 40-odd
homicides a day on our streets.

There are over two million
illegal guns in this city.

Man, that's enough guns to
invade a whole damn country with.

They shoot a cop in our city
without even thinking twice about it.

Ah, come on.

I mean, you guys
ride the subway.

How much more of this
grief we gonna stand for?

How many more locks we
gotta put on our goddamn doors?

Now, we ain't got the police,

the prosecutors,

the courts or the prisons.

I mean, it's over.

The books don't balance.

We are a statistic.

Now, I'm tellin' you,

when you can't go to the corner
and buy a pack of cigarettes after dark

because you know the punks and the
scum own the street when the sun goes down

and our own government
can't protect its own people,

then I say this, pal...

You got a moral obligation,

the right of self-preservation.

Now, you can run, you can hide,

or you can start to live
like human beings again.

This is our Waterloo, baby!

If you want your city
back, you gotta take it.

Dig it? Take it!

How we doin'?

Make another
sound, and I'll cut ya.

Help! Please! No! No!

Please! Stop it! No!

No!

- No!
- Shh! Be quiet.

No! No!

No! Get off...

- No!
- Shh.

No! Help! Help! Stop! No!

Help! Stop!

Be quiet!

Shh.

I won't forget your face.

Stop it! Stop!

How come we never get a case
on the ground floor? Hiya, pal.

Ken, what do you have
for your favorite detective?

Oh, miss, do you mind
staying a little longer?

- So far, nobody's heard anything.
- Nobody's seen anything.

The usual. If you come up with
anything, I'll be working upstairs.

Alex, we're workin' on the roof.

Let me explain somethin' to you.

They started trial
proceedings without me, right?

- They never notified me.
- Chips?

- Yeah.
- They knew where I was, right?

They got no proof that they
never notified me of the papers.

So my lawyer's gonna
throw mistrial at 'em, right?

- The little guy with the cap?
- That's him.

I got this case
beat, I'm tellin' ya.

The next time I go to trial, I'll be
old enough to collect Social Security.

You understand me? I'll be old
enough to collect Social Security.

And I got this thing
beat, I'm tellin' ya.

- A shame, all this crime.
- Thank you, Mrs. Vogel.

You ain't got no
more stories, Rubin?

Come on, you guys. What
are you breaking my balls for?

- Hey, who are these three guys?
- Slime!

- What are you doing?
- Rubin!

Leave me alone!

- Leave me alone! I didn't...
- Come on!

Leave me alone!

- There it is.
- Yep, there it is.

Just keep watching. Here we go.

Okay, now... Oh, no!

They must be scared.

- Look.
- Wow. That thing's going around.

Yeah.

Pretty good. Nice and easy.
We're gonna bring it around.

- Pretty good.
- It's going out far.

Now, watch how I control
it. Bring it down like that.

And bring it up like that.

- Wow!
- Coming again. Coming again.

Bring it around. Not
too close to the trees.

There we go. Here we
come in for a landing.

And it's down. Okay, go get it.

Okay, Daddy, I'll go get it.

I love my present, Daddy!

Ooh, I'm freezing!

Be real careful
out there, Scott.

Oh, Eddie, it's just...

It's so important that we spend
more time together, all of us.

Listen.

Business is taking up a
lot of my time right now.

But I had a good
idea the other day.

As soon we got a little
bit more dough coming in,

what we'll do is
we'll pack up the van

and we'll take a little
trip to Florida maybe.

Good idea?

Oh, that'll be wonderful.

- Here you go, big man.
- I'm hungry, Daddy.

- Nice.
- Hi, baby.

- Are you cold?
- I'm freezing.

You guys ought to
put in air conditioning.

- Hey, Eddie, how you doing?
- All right.

You're just in time for the
football pool. You want in?

- Who have I got?
- It's a blind pick.

- Only cost a buck.
- Blind pick, huh?

Here's my lunch money.
Who's gonna pay me off?

Don't worry about it. How about
you, Ramon? You wanna get in on it?

Hell, no, man. Every
time I bet with you, I lose.

- Where's the machine?
- Right there.

- Burke, you want in?
- Yeah.

- Ramon.
- Eddie. Cómo está?

- Not bad. How you doin'?
- You look terrific, man.

- Younger as the years go by.
- Yeah, I'm losing my hair.

- Come on.
- Burke.

- This is the motor I pulled out.
- Yeah.

And that's the motor I put
in, and it still don't work.

- Okay, let me at it.
- It's all yours.

Fill it fast, pendejo.

- How long do you think it's gonna be?
- Oh, about another 15 minutes.

Ten dollars.

- How much, man?
- What are you, deaf? Ten dollars.

- We ain't got it.
- You punks make me sick.

You look like some
kind of animals.

We don't want you
in this neighborhood.

Now, you get out of my
station. Get out of my...

- Mommy!
- Stop him!

- Hey, lady.
- Get out of my station!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Hey, stop it!

- Get off of me!
- You stop that!

Stop it! You leave
Mr. Nutty alone!

Get out of...

- I'm gonna call the police on you.
- Call the police.

- Fuck you.
- Bastard!

Yo! Rico!

¡Vamos!

This is Eyewitness News.
We now take you direct...

Hey, guys. I got a good story
for you. I just heard it this morning.

You guys wanna hear a story?

No stories today, Jake,
huh? Just a nice, cold beer.

- You bring me some cash today?
- Payday's tomorrow.

Put it on the tab.

The beer's warm.
Pour it yourself, huh?

- You got coffee?
- You get that from Tracy.

Hey, look who's on the tube.

Listen, there are certain
politicians in this city

don't wanna see a
successful Italian businessman.

I own a leasing
company. I rent equipment.

It's just racist propaganda.

Just because I dress
well and I live well,

does that mean that I'm
involved with sex or narcotics?

Looks like the feds
caught up to Stokes.

As far as the indictment, my
lawyers are gonna handle it.

Nah.

Dudes like Stokes
don't get caught, man.

Everybody knows that
with his connections,

the most he'll ever do is
weekends at the federal country club.

Come on out.

Come on.

Scott, I want you to go upstairs and I
want you to put yourself to bed, okay?

I don't wanna put myself to bed.

Scott, just do it. Okay?

Please?

Mommy will be right up.

Take your jacket.

- Berry Crafts, Incorporated.
- Eddie Marino, please.

I'm sorry. He's not
in right now, ma'am.

- How long ago did he leave?
- Fifteen minutes ago.

Never mind. I'll call back.

- Hey, Jake.
- Gibby, how are you?

- Okay. How are you?
- Good to see you.

- My lunch ready?
- Yeah. A couple of minutes. Relax a while.

- Okay. Thank you.
- Overtime for me. I don't care.

I'll work till 8:00 tonight. I'll
see you guys in the morning.

- You pick up the check.
- Right, right.

Overtime bonus. I got it.

We got more coffee?
Where's that girl?

The law is here.

Last night we found a kid on
a lot over on Jackson Avenue.

His friend said somebody
pulled him off the street.

Broke every bone in his body.

Then left him in the lot
like a sack of dirty laundry.

Now, I know we only got two cars
out on nights when we need ten.

But I'm in that seat
eight to ten hours a day,

in the heat, in the rain.

I don't wanna hear about no
goon squads or lynch mobs.

You guys start something like that,
and sometimes it don't quit on its own.

After work, stay
home like other people.

Which people, Officer Gibbons?

The ones who are afraid to
come out of their houses after dark?

- Enjoy it, Gibby.
- Thanks, Jake.

Is Eddie Marino back yet?

Uh, no, he isn't, ma'am.

Would you have him call his
wife as soon as he gets back?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

Police operator 729.

Yes. This is Mrs. Marino
at 8772122th Street.

I just had an incident with a man at
a gas station and he threatened me.

Now I've just seen him
in the front of my house.

Could you please send
a patrol car right away?

We can't do anything about
a verbal assault, ma'am.

But I am alone
here with my baby.

Please.

Calm down, lady.
Calm down. Relax.

We'll send over the
next available patrol car.

This is gonna be easy.

Hey, you look too smart.

- The name's Rico.
- Ooh.

Lady, you don't know who
the fuck you messin' with, man.

Are you crazy?

- You're crazy, lady.
- You got some nice family, lady.

You gonna come slap me in
the face, kick my people around?

- Yo, mami, where you hide your bread?
- I'm gonna teach you some fuckin' respect!

- Yo, mami, where you hidin' your money?
- In the kitchen.

- The kitchen.
- Yo.

Scott!

- Mommy!
- Hide!

Whoa!

No!

You leave him alone!

Leave him alone!

Let go! Let me go!

Let go! Let me...

Mommy.

Let me go!

Please! No!

Somebody!

Somebody help me!

Help me! Somebody help!

Help me! Help me!

Someone!

Help me! Someone!

My baby!

No!

Burke, I gotta pick up a
part tomorrow morning.

I'll be out of your way by 10:00.
You'll get your machine back.

- Thanks for the tools.
- Great.

Let me ask you a question.

That thing with the cop this
afternoon, what was that all about?

- You ever a victim, Eddie?
- How do you mean?

I used to be a cop.

That's all I ever wanted to be,
ever since I was a little kid, you know.

The day I got my shield, I
felt like I was John Wayne.

I was gonna fight crime. I
was gonna be a hero, you know.

My partner, he
thought I was crazy.

He had a year and a
half to go till his pension,

and he wouldn't bust a shoplifter
because he felt it was a waste of time.

He got his pension
and I got laid off.

Look, I know where Gibbons
the cop was coming from.

But there are better ways
to handle these situations.

Hmm.

You part of this thing too?

God said he helps those
who help themselves.

That's all we're trying to do.

It's just about people
trying to help each other.

Oh...

Come on! Stand aside!

Let us through!
Look out. Look out.

- Vickie!
- Hey! You! Come back here!

- What happened?
- Mr. Marino.

Where's my wife? What
happened to my family?

Listen to me, Mr. Marino.

Don't torture yourself
by being in here.

We know who's
responsible for this.

If you wanna make this thing come
out even, go see this district attorney.

Good evening. Astoria
General Hospital.

I'm sorry, sir. We're not
allowed to put calls through...

Uh, Mr. Marino?

- I'm Dr. Fallon.
- How's my wife?

Well, she received severe
lacerations of her lower abdomen.

You want a swig?

Uh, several of her vital
organs were punctured.

Her neck and spinal
cord were badly damaged.

She's... She's
lucky to be alive.

I wanna see her.

Look, there's
nothing you can do.

Why don't you go
home for a while.

We're, uh... We're taking
really good care of her.

Uh, I didn't tell
her about the boy.

I'll try to keep that from
her as long as I can.

Come on, Eddie. I'll
give you a ride home.

No, thanks.

Mr. Marino,

District Attorney
Fletcher is expecting you.

Her office is the
first door on the right.

Thank you.

Come in.

- I'm Eddie Marino.
- Please be seated.

Thank you.

I'm Mary Fletcher, Mr. Marino.
I'm sorry about your loss.

Look, I've never been through
anything like this before,

so you'll just have
to tell me what to do.

Well, the police have a
Frederico Melendez in custody.

He's the leader of
the Headhunter gang.

A gas station owner
has signed a statement

that he saw Melendez
assault your wife.

I want you to sign that.

It's an assault complaint.

I'm gonna seek indictment
for murder and assault,

because we have a
witness to the assault.

I could have gone after
the whole degenerate gang.

But have you ever seen a dozen
gang members sitting in a courtroom?

They scare the
hell out of a jury.

Are you trying to tell me that this
guy's done something like this before?

Melendez has had 22 arrests.

Of the half a million
felonies in this city,

only 4,000 of the defendants have actually
been tried, convicted and sent to prison.

Eighty-five percent
of all serious crime

gets disposed of through
misdemeanors dismissed

or not even prosecuted because
witnesses are afraid to testify.

A mugger is usually back out on the street
before the victim gets out of a hospital.

I want this guy to pay for
what he did to my family.

Okay.

You sign that.

The city still catches your
eye from here, you know.

It's 'cause you can't see
all the trash from here.

You can't see the ten-year-old
kids pushing dope on the streets

or giving their asses
away in the parking lots.

When I was a kid, I could
sleep with the windows open.

I wonder what happened to that.

We let it get away
from us, Eddie.

And now that we want it
back, we can't even pay for it.

This thing's turning my guts.

Hey, man, come on, huh?

Let it out. Take care of this situation
by yourself. Make you feel better.

We got a system of laws. We got
courts. What the hell you talkin' about?

System?

System, my ass.

What goddamn system?

Who they protecting, the
scum on the streets or us?

One day some juveniles
come to my old man's house.

They beat him till he couldn't hardly
take a walk or a piss by himself anymore.

You know where
those punks are now?

Still on the street.

So I ask myself,

what happens if one day
some punks come to my house?

What's my life worth?

That's why I carry that, Eddie.

You figure that's
the answer, huh?

That's my judge and my jury.

And what happens if you do
something to me I don't like?

Or I don't like the way some
guy's got his hair parted?

Pretty soon you got
assholes all over the street

looking to blow each
other's brains out.

And if I do that, what makes
me different than the scum?

Hey, that's something you got
to figure out all by yourself, man.

Yeah. What if somebody
needs me to testify?

- Yo, Prago.
- Yo.

- Diablo.
- How goes it, brother?

Yeah, but the bros say...

Hi, sugar.

Mr. Marino.

We're the first case
on the calendar.

You're a little
light, ain't ya, kid?

You'll get the rest
when he get off.

Oh, yeah? Well,
listen to me, pal.

You screw around with me, and
your ass will be with Legal Aid.

And that spic friend of
yours will be raw meat in jail.

Now you can count? Bad man.

See you in court, homes.

I hope you have a
strong constitution,

because you're gonna need it.

- Why?
- Judge Sinclair.

All rise.

- The man is an irresponsible asshole.
- Remove your hats. Find seats, please.

Put away those newspapers. There'll
be no smoking in this courtroom.

Be seated.

The State of New York and Edward
Marino v. Frederico Melendez.

- Both sides ready?
- The People are ready, Your Honor.

Who's representing Melendez?

Anybody here for Melendez?

Excuse me, Your Honor.
Counsel is present for the defense.

This is an assault charge
and a felony murder.

Yes, Your Honor.

- Are your papers in order?
- Yes, Your Honor.

- How does the defendant plead?
- Not guilty, Your Honor.

Your Honor, we have a signed
affidavit from an eyewitness to the felony

who is willing to
testify at a trial.

Is this eyewitness present?

Mrs. Marino is presently incapacitated
at Queens General Hospital.

Excuse me, Your Honor. May the
counsel please approach the bench?

- Counsel may approach the bench.
- Thank you.

Your Honor, my client is willing
to plead guilty to the assault...

if the felony charge
against him is dropped.

Your Honor, we are
talking about homicide.

The state wishes
maximum penalty.

I expect the state
to wish as much.

The state is willing to
drop the felony charge.

Fine.

In lieu of the defendant's previous
record of no prior convictions...

He has had 22 arrests.

I've tried the defendant myself.

This is an
arraignment, Counselor.

This is a felony assault
request, Your Honor.

The state wishes
to seek an indictment

on the defendant's 22 arrests,

not on his previous
no convictions.

My client is willing
to plead guilty.

A defendant's past history has
no bearing on present allegations.

Mary, why don't you relax? This
case doesn't have to come to trial.

He has a rap sheet a mile long.

The state and my client
demand the right to prosecute.

There will be no
demanding in my courtroom.

I would advise you to
take your snide behavior

and obvious
frustrations elsewhere.

Now, does the state
have a proposal?

- Fifteen years.
- Fift... Are you kidding?

We're plea bargaining here.
Show a little compromise.

- I quite agree. Can you take five?
- No, Your Honor.

This would be the
defendant's first conviction.

Now, we propose two years
suspended sentence, if possible.

- No. No way.
- Two years it is.

- Wait a minute.
- Back to your seats, Counselors.

- This is crazy.
- Miss Fletcher, you're out of order.

Damn it!

It's in the bag.

The court will dispose of this
case in the following manner.

I'll accept a plea
of guilty to assault

and drop the felony charge.

- Are you ready for sentencing?
- Yes, we are, Your Honor.

- The court sentences you to two years.
- It isn't enough.

Sentence to be suspended.

- The defendant is remanded...
- He can't do that.

- Yes, he can.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

- Bailiff, next case.
- Wait a minute. Wait a minute!

- Order! Order!
- You're letting him get away with it!

- I said, order!
- You can't let him get away with that.

- You are in contempt!
- This guy killed my kid!

- You're crazy!
- Did you hear me? I said, order!

Clear this whole room!

Restrain that man! Get
this whole court cleared out!

Restrain that man!
Get him out of here!

Restrain him. You are in contempt!
Thirty days. Get him out of here.

Here you go, sweetheart.

Right here.

I'll make you feel
at home, sweetheart.

Oh, look!

Hold up here.

You wanna open 19, Joe?

Come on. Right over here.

Have a nice day.

You wanna close 19?

You think we got enough money?

Yeah.

- Got the money?
- Yeah.

Tell your friends I got
some good shit later on.

All right, fuck off.

- See you later.
- Why don't we split it up?

You're in my way, bro.

No shit.

Fucker! What's
your problem, man?

- You all right?
- Yeah, man. I'm cool.

Here, like this. Come on, man.

- Fucking bitch. Go get him.
- You sure you're all right?

I'm all right.

What's your problem?

What the fuck is wrong
with you? You ain't shit.

What the fuck is wrong with
you, you big fuckin' dope?

You better go back to
that guy in the wheelchair.

You couldn't catch my
sister, you big fuckin' dummy.

Save some for me, Burke.

- Hey, man.
- What do I need?

Take it or leave it.

See that? Right over there.

- What the fuck do you want?
- You.

Why don't you guys
leave him alone?

What's the matter with you?

All we're trying to do is
make him feel at home.

Come on.

See you later, pal.

You know, if I were
you, I'd watch myself.

I didn't ask you nothing.

You're pretty hostile
to be a white ass.

I got a right to be
anything I want.

Man, you're on the rock.
You ain't got no rights.

You're just another nigger.

And just one more word.

Take that pitiful
look off your face...

or you won't make
it through the day.

I'm tired of watching you
dealing dope in our neighborhood.

Maybe the man can't do nothing
about it, but we sure as hell can.

- Who supplies you?
- I ain't telling you shit.

All right, you don't want
to talk to me, talk to them.

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

Come on, cool it. Cool it.

All right, you ready
to talk to me now?

- Go fuck yourself.
- Still want to play, huh?

All right, punk, play Superman.

No! No! No!

No! No!

Ohh! Ahh!

Talk, punk! Give
me a name! A name!

- I want a name!
- It's Horace.

- Talk, punk!
- It's Horace! Horace the pimp!

He drives a silver Caddy.

He hangs out at the Plaza.

You should have
said all that at first.

They's all window
shopping tonight, baby.

They're all fags.

Tell that to Horace, gal.

We ain't made a dime tonight.

- Here's that good-for-nothing...
- You better get back over there.

How much money have you got?

I got it for you.

Don't get funky with me, bitch.

There ain't no action
out there tonight, Horace.

It's spooky out there.
Something's wrong.

I don't give a shit.
Bring me some money.

- But, Horace...
- Get out there and get me some money.

Now get the fuck out.

- But...
- And get me some goddamn money!

And take that shit.

Damn recession.

How the fuck do they expect a
working man to make a goddamn living?

Damn it. Son of a bitch.

Gonna kill this sucker.

Get me out of here!
Get me out of here!

Have a party.

On your knees, sucker.

Did you hear what he said? Aah!

You bastard!

Hey, man, I'm bleeding.

What the hell's
going on here, man?

What the fuck you do
my car like that for, man?

Who you dealing for, Horace?

What's wrong with
you guys? Crazy?

I'm dealing for myself,
man. Now fuck off.

Who put you up
to this? Sly Jones?

You workin' for him?

Look, I got a roll, Jack.

It's all yours, man.

Who's your supplier? You ain't
smart enough to deal for yourself.

Your mama ain't smart
enough to deal by herself.

Punk, we'll break you
into so many pieces,

they won't be able to
put you back together.

Now give us a name!

Man, I can't. I can't do
no shit like that, man.

Please, man.

Please, man. Don't make... Don't
make me do no shit like this, man.

You guys gonna
get me killed, man.

Okay, man.

I'm dealing for my
main man, Mr. T.

Mr. T? Who the hell is
Mr. T? Spell it out, punk!

Man, I can't... Please
don't make me do this, man.

You guys talking suicide, man.

Thomas.

Thomas Stokes, man.

Just because I dress
well and I live well,

does that mean that I'm
involved with sex or narcotics?

Dudes like Stokes
don't get caught, man.

He's just a spoke. It's
the wheel I want. Come on.

Yeah, all right, fine. Good.

All right, let's go.

Hey, what is it? Hey.

What is it? Who are you?

What do you want?
Hey, whoa, brother. Whoa.

Whoa, brother. Is this
what you want? Here, take it.

What is it, man? Hey.

Don't you know who I am?

Yeah.

I know who you are.

Eddie, don't come back here.

And whatever you have to
do outside, don't get caught,

because you don't want
your ass back in here.

Come on, Marino! Move it!

I want him.

Rosie.

Hey, Rosie. Rosie!

What the hell is taking
so long? Coño, man.

I'm coming, papi.

And have I got a
surprise for you.

Look what I have.

I have this...

and this.

Will you get over
here? Come here.

Eddie, can you handle that?

Get over here.

Okay, in a bit.

- Who's that?
- I don't know.

Negra, abre la puerta.

- I don't know who it is.
- "Negra"?

- Who the fuck is that?
- I don't know.

Negra.

Give you some "negra"
right in the lip, motherfucker.

I'm gonna light you up.

Hey, man! Hey,
come on. Take it easy.

Girl, girl. Come on.

What are you guys, crazy?
What are you doing, man?

Come on.

Hey, come... Hey.

Hey, man. Hey, what are
you guys doing, man? Take it...

Hey, what the hell
is... No, man. No.

- You killed my son.
- No! No!

Prago did it, man. It wasn't me.
You got the wrong guy, I swear.

Man, I didn't shoot your kid.

You got the wrong guy. No,
man, wait, wait. Mister, please.

Let's go.

Oh, brother, what a mess.

I want all these
reports directly to me.

How do we release this?

Just exactly what I told
you inside. Another junkie hit.

You know it's not.

You want to give me a minute?

- I'll be standing by the door.
- Okay.

You trying to tell me
how to do my job?

You know what happened in there.

- I damn well know what happened in there.
- So, what are we doing about it?

We're keeping it quiet. Do you
want to go to the newspapers? Fine.

Then they'll make
heroes out of these guys.

Then you can have one of these
every week. Is that what you want?

- Yes? Can I help you?
- I'd like a room pass to 67.

- That's, uh, Vickie Marino.
- I'm sorry.

- You'll have to speak to Dr. Fallon.
- Wait a minute.

This is my wife. And I was here
before and they wouldn't let me see her.

I-I'm not sure why, but they...

Doctor, what the hell's goin' on
around here? I want to see my wife.

I'm sorry, Mr. Marino, but,
uh, you can't see your wife.

Why not?

Because, uh, she
doesn't want to see you.

Well, excuse me, young man.

It's clearing up very well.

We're waiting for
the results of the...

Miss Yvonne Conaway.

Miss Yvonne
Conaway, extension...

- Vickie.
- No. No.

- Vickie.
- Don't touch me, please.

Don't say that, honey.
Look, it's gonna be all right.

- We can do something about it. Now...
- It's gonna be all right?

Look at me. Just look at me.

- Don't. Don't.
- Look at me.

See me. Look at me.

I know it was
horrible, honey, but...

Nobody helped us. We were alone.

And you blame me?

Vickie, look, it...
Where are you going?

- I am not going back there. Never.
- Okay.

I don't feel anything...

for us...

anymore.

Please, Vick.

Honey.

It was the husband. I
saw the entire bunch.

Rico? Rico gone?

Bastards.

We can't let them walk over us.

Get the brothers together.

Ah, shit!

- How does it look?
- Nobody's around.

- Check the roofs?
- Yes, sir.

Let's check over there.

- Sure we're in the right place?
- Positive.

- What was the complaint?
- Prowlers.

It's pretty quiet.

Yeah. Bet it was
some prank call.

Oh, shit!

God...

Hey, buddy.

How ya doing?

Wonder what happened
to you. How's it going?

Vickie's not coming
back. That's how it's going.

I see.

You blame yourself, huh?
Is that why you're running?

I'm getting out of here
as fast as I can. That's it.

Look at this. Ten
years of my fuckin' life.

What is it? Plastic shit.

There's gotta be some place, I don't
know where, Nick, but some place

where they can't come along and
kick your ass any time they feel like it.

- I don't know anymore.
- Yeah, man, I know how you feel.

No, you don't.

My neighbors, they all saw what
happened. They didn't do shit.

Forget it, Eddie. They're victims,
man. They gave up a long time ago.

Everybody's a victim. So what?

You're still walking
around in the dark, man.

You want to run?

Go ahead.

After you, then Burke,

Ramon, maybe me.

But I'll tell you this.

Sooner or later, man, we're
gonna run out of places to hide.

What do we do then, huh?

Climb on some high mountain
where it's nice and safe?

Wrong.

After they finish turning this
neighborhood into a cesspool,

what makes you think
they're not gonna look up

at that high mountain
of ours and want that too.

The word is out on the street,
man. The bottom is about to fall out.

They want us bad. But
they're coming after you first.

These are our homes.

We give them up, we got nothing.

Fight for it,
Eddie. Fight for it!

Hey, man, what's wrong
with you? You crazy?

Stay out of the street!

You got a problem, chump?

Fuck.

Damn.

Come on, man.

Oh, shit!

What the fuck are you doing?

You're fucking up my car.

- This your car, huh?
- Yeah.

Give me the keys. Give
me the fuckin' keys, man!

What are you doing?
I'll move it. I'll move it!

That guy just stole my fuckin' car!
He stole my car! What are you, a cop?

He stole my car!

Whoo!

All right. Come on,
sucker. You want to do it?

Whoo! Get him! Go!

- Hey!
- WBLS, New York.

You wanna play? Let's go.

Go get 'em, baby! Go get 'em!

Son of a bitch!

Shit.

Come on. Come on.

- Come on.
- I'll kill ya!

- You killed my son.
- Fuck him.

Go ahead, man. Go ahead.
This don't mean shit to me.

It does to me.

Good night, Your Honor.

The court sentences
you to two years.

Sentence to be suspended.