All language subtitles for Only.The.Strong.1993.DVDRiP.XviD-English

[Birds Twittering]

[People Chattering]

[Berimbau Playing]

[Continues]

[Man Singing In Portuguese]

[Giggling]

[Singing Continues]

[Men Singing In Portuguese]

Hey! Hey!

[Men Singing In Portuguese]

[Singing Continues]

[Grunting]

[Grunting]

[Singing Continues]

Whoo!

- [Chattering]
- [Singing Continues]

[Singing Ends]

Put your clothes on, Tarzan. Time to
head back to the land of the big P.X.

You got 30 minutes
to pack your gear.

Now, get a move on, son.

let�s get out of here.

[Speaking Portuguese]

[Speaking Portuguese]

- [Portuguese]
- [Portuguese]

Obrigado.

Obrigado.

[Hip-Hop]

[Woman Vocalizing]

[Men Singing In Portuguese]

[Woman Vocalizing]

[Man Rapping]

[Rap Ends]

[Woman]
Over here!

[Man Speaking Spanish]

[Spanish]

[Man #2 Speaking Spanish]

See what I'm sayin'?
For real! Yeah, yeah.

[Chattering]

Check it out.

[Snorting]

Hey. My man.
Hey, you sellin'?

'Cause I got 20.

What do I get... for 20?

Hey, man. What do you think,
you're the only pharmacy in town, man?

[loud Chattering]

[Man]
This information is basic...

to the understanding of
20th-century thought and civilization.

Charles Darwin�s theory,
"Natural Selection,"...

A general description?
Anybody?

[Chattering Continues]

- We went over all of
this material yesterday.
- Yo, Kerrigan.

I got your natural selection,
my man.

How 'bout I naturally select to walk
out of this boring-ass classroom.

- [Shouting]
- [Rap, Instrumental]

[Continues]

God help us all.

[Bell Ringing]

[Rap Continues,
lyrics Indistinct]

Whoo! Outta here!

Oh.
[Groans]

Mr. Kerrigan?

Louis?

Maybe it's not such a good time.
l-l-I can come back.

Nah. No better or worse
than any other time.

No, no.
Come on in, Louis.

Excuse me. It's been
a rough morning.

So, the last I heard...

you were off on the great
South American crusades...

training our stalwart
indigenous troops...

how to fight
the malignant cartels.

I spent four years fighting a lot of
bureaucracy is what it comes down to.

Now I'm back, and, uh...

I'm just trying to find
square one all over again.

And you think maybe
I can possibly help?

Kid, you're in
serious trouble.

Come on. let's go down
to the feeding grounds.

[Kerrigan]
What do you think of these?

They installed them
a couple of years ago.

Too many kids were getting high,
thinking they were Superman.

Either that or they were just throwing
each other off the third story.

- Hello.
- Hiya. How ya doin'?

Janitors got tired
of scrapping 'em off the floor.

[Man Rapping,
lyrics Indistinct]

[Continues]

I signed on to be a schoolteacher,
Louis, not a zookeeper.

I'm tired. I'm tired of trying
to lead the horses to water...

and I and everyone else
knows they're not gonna drink.

Mr. Kerrigan, people like you
do not just up and quit.

They stick around and keep people
like me from quitting.

There was a time,
young Mr. Stevens...

when there were some students,
like yourself, who were worth saving...

but... that's in
the past tense.

Take a look around you
at our current student body.

Seventy-five percent of them
are packing weapons.

Forty-five percent are high.
Eighty-one percent are living
in one-parent families.

Is it any mystery
that 12% of the students...

who come to Lincoln High School
go full term and graduate?

Well, what about those 12%?

What about the peasants?

The ones who wanted to plant
sweet potatoes and not coca leaves.

I don't see you re-upping
for another four years.

No, I guess you don't.

Sorry.

I'm sorry I came here
in the first place.

[Students Shouting]

[Shouting Continues]

[Students Groan]

You'll be selling the product,
or you'll be sorry.

- Now, pick it up!
- [Girl] Aw, man!

[Boy]
You better pray.

- [Boy] Shay should just
go ahead and...
- [Girl] Shay, get up, man.

[laughing]

Just having a little
family problem here, Teach.

little brother here forgot to finish
his homework last night, eh?

- [Man laughing]
- Why don't you let the kid go?

I just told you.

This is family matters. None of
your damn business. Who is this?

First of all,
I ain't a teacher.

- Oh.
- Second...

I'm in a real shitty mood.

[Students]
Ooh!

And third, no law says
I can't make it my business.

So let the kid go!

Well, me man...

you just made it
your damn business.

Get him.

[Students Clamoring]

Come to me.

Yes.

Boss, look at me.

Back! Get back!

Aaah!

- Yeah, mon!
- Come on!

[Boy] Do it again! Get him!
Good, good, good!

- [Cheering]
- Yeah, yeah! Get him!

- [Students Groan]
- Come on! Get up!

Yeah. Yeah!
Come on!

[Cheering]

- [Students] Oh!
- [Boy] Unreal!

- [Louis Yells]
- [Cheering]

[Whistling]

[Boy] He got kicked
right back to Jamaica!

Louis, do you know
what you just did?

[Cheering, Whistling]

You did something none of us
professionals have been able
to do for the last five years.

You got their attention!
Hey, hey! All right! Hey!

These kids are no strangers
to violence.

It's been a part of their lives
since the day they were born.

look how they responded
to Louis...

when he threw
those dealers off campus.

And so by teaching them this,
uh, this Brazilian kung fu...

Capoeira. Capoeira.

Yes, thank you... we will be
channeling their hyperactive...

hormone-driven energies
into something constructive.

- That's the idea.
- let me get this straight.

You propose we scrape the bottom
of the barrel for 12 of our worst kids.

Students who are without redemption,
who are prime dropout material.

And in lieu of their gym classes,
young Lawrence here...

- Louis. My name is Louis.
- Teaches them this stuff...

and hopefully...

It'll show them
some respect.

- Give 'em something
to strive for, to work for.
- Gentlemen. Gentlemen!

listen to what
we're being sold here, people.

Teach violence
to violent kids.

We, ve been told
that this young man...

has just returned
from military service in Latin America.

Doing what, pray tell?
Training death squads?

Doing what, pray tell?
Training death squads?

Now, there's a fine role model
for our disaffected youth!

Mr. Kerrigan, we tried.

- It's not gonna work.
- Louis!
- Wait, wait, wait.

- Hang on a second.
- I know Louis.

We were both students
at Lincoln together.

When he was
a freshman and a sophomore...

he was a troublemaker, going nowhere
like most of the kids in this school.

But someone turned him around.

His 11 th-grade
social studies teacher.

Now I think he's back
to try and return the favor...

and if this is a last desperate attempt
to help these kids...

because what we're doing
is not working...

I think it might
be worth a shot.

What have we
got to lose?

Hey, Dianna.
Dianna, whoa.

I just wanted
to say thanks.

- Thanks for talking me into it.
- You're welcome, Louis.

Can I help you carry something?
Your books?

Thanks. We're not
in high school anymore.

No, we're not,
and we shouldn't act like it.

So I can take you
someplace nice now.

look. You're not
getting it, are you?

I liked your proposal.
I thought it was fresh and offbeat.

- Thanks.
- I doubt it's gonna work,
but at this point, I don't care.

I'm willing to try anything.

But just don't think that my support was
based on anything other than those kids.

That's all you should expect.

- Hector.
- SI�mi amor.

Will you help me
with these?

Thanks.

There's the front door.
Or maybe that...

Yeah, that's
the front door.

- What's with the windows?
- Well, we can take those out.

Yeah, that'll help.

Well, at least
we got ourselves a dojo.

We got ourselves a disaster, that's what
we got ourselves. look at this floor.

Somebody's been using it
for a toilet, and I'm supposed
to do handstands on this?

Oh, Louis,
we're in a firehouse.

There's got to be hoses
around in here.

[Louis] A hosing ain, t gonna do it.
This place needs to be nuked.

Fellas, your lease is up.

look out! look out!

[Grunting]

[laughing]
Well, let's see what they sent us.

- [Muttering]
- let's go, guys. Come on.

You must be kilng.

Eie. Will you just
line up down here, please?

Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Kerrigan.
Whatever you say.

Danny, stay in the city limits,
would you?

Come on, guys. line up.
Down to your left.

That�s it, gentlemen.
Down to your left. Your left.

The other left.
Shay, move on in here.

Right in here.
Just follow him down.

That's it. Hold it.
This line down here, please.

[Kerrigan] All right. let me have
your attention, please, guys.

As you all know, were it not
for this opportunity...

you, d probably be spending your time in
detention or Mr. Casper�s gym class...

and if you, d like,
those options are still available.

- [Boy] looks like Shay�s place.
- You get my drift?

- [Tires Screeching]
- [Kerrigan] Oh, no.

Now what?

[Boy]
Ooh! Mrs. Esposito!

[Boys Making Catcalls]

[Boy]
look at that sexy mama!

Boy, did we ever scrape
the bottom of that barrel.

[Man]
Mrs. Esposito.

- School and juvenile records.
- Ah, thanks.

Well, the Vienna Boys' Choir
it ain't.

But I'm sure in a month's time they'll
be saluting and calling you "sir."

Make us proud, soldier. Ed.

I'm sticking my neck out for you.
Do not make me look like a fool.

That's gonna be
pretty near impossible.

[Kerrigan]
All right, fellas. let�s go.

Into the firehouse.
let�s line up for roll call.

Everybody.
Everybody. Come on.

Hey, Shay, looks like your house.

- [Eie] What a shit-hole.
- [Chattering]

[Techno]

- Place is fallin' apart.
- Those are rat holes.

look at this, man.

Hey, Kerrigan, you oughta
condemn this place, man.

We could hurt ourselves here.

Okay, guy...
Donovan, would you turn that off.

- What?
- Turn it off!

- [Kerrigan] This is a class.
- Oh.

[Music Stops]

All right.

Your instructor today...
or mestre...

is Mr. Louis Stevens.

- Ooh.
- Oh. The tough guy!

- He's a former graduate of Lincoln High.
- He must be a loser then.

- [laughing]
- He�s also a former Green Beret.

- Ooh.
- And he�s not predisposed
to tolerating...

any disorder the way
some of your teachers are.

He has kindly agreed
to show us...

He's that punk that kicked
your brother's ragged ass
out on the lunch yard, man.

I'll do the same to you, faggot.
Any day!

- Hey, listen up.
- I think so, man.

- listen up!
- Take your best shot.

Aw, I'll kick
his ass later, man.

You!

I want you
to turn that music up.

I said turn it up!

- Okay. Happy?
- All right.

[Techno]

Yeah. I like that.

In capoeira,
everything starts out with the ginga.

This is a ginga.

- [laughing]
- That's a ginga.

- I know that!
- Yeah, that's it!

Think you got it, Eie.

- looks pretty funny, doesn't it?
- Very funny.

It's the basis
for moves like this.

Hey, man!

[Speaking Portuguese]

This doesn't seem
to be working now, does it?

You mind?

No.

- Mr. Kerrigan, you have that tape?
- [Music Stops]

Now, this is
the real capoeira music.

I recorded it in Brazil.
It's a little different,
so keep your mind open.

[Berimbau Playing,
Men Singing]

Hey, man, turn that
voodoo music off!

- [Cawing]
- [Ululating]

Give it a chance, guys.
Keep an open mind, huh?

I said turn
that shit off, man.

- It's giving me a headache.
- Go back to the jungle.

Ooh!

You must think
I'm playing, punk.

- Ooh.
- [Eie] Cut him up, Orlando.

Do it, Orlando!

Hey, give me that!

Where you going?

let's dance.

[Shouting]

- He's only human.
- [Boys Shouting]

[Grunting]

- [Boy] Get up!
- [Groaning]

Will you turn that off, please?

- [Music Stops]
- [Orlando Groans]

Okay, that's class for today.

Tomorrow I want everybody
to show up in baggy clothes,
no shoes and ready to ginga.

[Kerrigan] That�s it, guys.
You, re dismissed.

[Chattering]

- What's your name?
- Eat shit.

You want your blade back,
eat shit?

His name's Orlando Oliveiras,
and he has no business carrying
that knife in the first place.

We're not technically
on campus, are we?

- No.
- Heads up, tough guy.

- Louis, what are you doing?
- Tomorrow baggy clothes, huh?

Louis, that kid has got
a disciplinary file as long as my arm.

He's got a cousin
named Silverio...

who runs one of
the toughest gangs in the city.

Mr. Kerrigan,
if we don't start trusting them,
why should they start trusting us?

Um, could I borrow this?
I mean, just for tonight.

Just don't forget
where it came from, huh?

Promise.

- You have a name?
- Yeah. Uh, Donovan.

Donovan.
See you tomorrow, Donovan.

- Okay.
- Okay.

I hope you have
another copy of that.

Yeah, I know, I know, I know.
Trust them.

Trust them.

[Capoeira Hip-Hop]

Thanks, Mr. Stevens.

What? Oh, this?

Well, you see, I ran your tape
through a MI DI setup.

Your percussion and vocals are panned
from left to right on eight...

and then I filled in the other 16 tracks
with some prefab Brahms samples.

And then I aed
some reverb and some delays...

and some custom-made sounds.

It's kind of like a blend
of the old and the new.

I hope it's cool with you,
'cause I would not want to offend...

any of the ancient mestres
or anything like that, you know.

I think they're gonna like it.

[Capoeira Hip-Hop,
Men Singing, Clapping]

Danny.

Come on, guys.

- Hurry up.
- What, are we going on a picnic here?

What, are you nuts?
Come on, you big dope! Come on!

Hey, guys.

- Music any better? It's Donovan's mix.
- All right.

- [Louis] Huh?
- Aww.

Yea!

Oh...
[Muttering]

Okay, let's get started.
Um, spread it out.

Drop your bags.
Danny, drop your skateboard.

- Drop your pants.
- [laughing]

Come on, guys.
let's start up with the ginga.

Shay, why don't you
help me out, man.

Everybody, watch, please.
Right leg out.

Then left.

Mr. Stevens.

I thought we was gonna learn
how to kick ass.

- [Boy Chuckles] Shut up, Shay.
- All right, listen up.

- [Music Stops]
- You can't ginga, you can't fight.

- That's the basic of it.
- But, uh, Mr. Stevens...

I thought we was gonna
learn how to kick ass!

- [Indistinct Comment]
- Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

[Shouting]

- Break it up!
- [Shouting]

Break it up, guys!

All right, class dismissed.
Everyone, out.

- [Cheering]
- Yeah! Whoo!

let's go.
Except you, Shay. You stay.

- He started it!
- I said you stay!

Forget you, man!
I'll take detention over this shit!

Whoa, whoa. What? You wanna let
your brother keep slapping you
around for not selling drugs?

Or do you wanna learn
how to kick ass?

Today's your big chance, man,
because tomorrow...

tomorrow it's you and Eie
in front of the entire class.

Now, we got the rest
of the afternoon.

If you want it.

[Siren Wailing]

[Louis Shouting,
Indistinct]

[Shouting Continues]

[Louis]
And mark.

Good. Go, Shay.
One more.

That�s it. That�s it.
Come to me.

Hey, Mr. Kerrigan.

Check this out. All right.
Queixada, queixada, bencao.

Now, do it slow one time.

Queixada. And light
and slow first one. And bam!

Good. All right.
Now this time hard.

let�s do it.
Don�t wuss out on me now.

All right.
let's do it hard.

Queixada, queixada,
and wham!

[Panting]

That was pretty good, man.
I knew you had it in you.

- Huh? Huh?
- Yeah.

All right.
let's do it again.

Queixada, queixada.

- [Grunting]
- let�s go, Shay!

Get up, man!

- You can take him!
- Get up!

- Teach him a lesson, man!
- [Shouting]

Come on.
What's up? Get up!

Get up, man!
You, re weak, man! Get up!

Get him!

Come on! let's go!

Come on. Get up!
What�s wrong with you, bro? Get up!

[Orlando]
let�s go, Eie. Come on, man.

[All Shouting]

- Come on, Eie.
- [Shouting]

- [Boy] Oh, man! I felt that one!
- [Boys laughing]

- [Chattering]
- [Coughing]

[Gasping, Coughing]

[Boy]
He�s messed up.

- [Coughing]
- [Boy] Oh, Eie, man.

You ready to try this yet?

Mr. Kerrigan, please.

[Capoeira Hip-Hop]

Danny, man.
Come on. let's go.

That's it. That's it.
loosen up.

Come on in, Donovan.
Yeah.

It's easy, man.

[Continues]

You got it.
See? There you go.

You got it, guys.

Ooh. Whoa.

[Inaudible Dialogue]

- Come on, Eie.
- [Boys Chattering]

Do it, man.
Come on.

- Break it down, Danny.
- [laughing]

- [Donovan] Go, Shay.
- [Boy] Whoa.

[Louis]
Yeah! All right, guys. Not bad.

This instrument
is the berimbau.

It sets the pace
for the jogo, the game.

All right, Donovan.
You try to stay with my beat, huh?

Okay. Here we go.

- What do you think?
- Nah, man.

- Come on, man. Just give it a try.
- No, man.

I know you got this
in your blood. Just try it.

You know I've got this
in my blood?

Boy, you don't know
caralho about me, man.

Just 'cause you read some files,
you think you know about me?

Man, you don't know nothing
about anybody here!

You're right. I don't. But I'm trying
to learn. That's why we're here.

What are we gonna learn, huh?
What are you gonna teach us?

How to play your poja bongo drums
and dance around like little viados?

You're a loser, man.
A loser!

- lando!
- [Swearing In Portuguese]

[Young Man] Orlando!
[Speaking Portuguese]

What you lookin' at?

Why'd you walk out
on the class?

- [Speaking Portuguese]
- [Portuguese]

- [Portuguese]
- You gonna hide behind
these guys all night, Orlando...

- or you gonna speak up for yourself?
- I already told you.

I don't got time to be playing
your poja games, man.

What do you got time for?
Running little errands for your cousin?

Stealing cars
and chopping them up?

Yeah, teacher, I do shit for my cousin.
Everybody knows that.

Cops know that,
school knows that.

I'm sure you saw it
on my files.

Oh, so now what?
You got something better for me?

You gonna pay my mama's rent?
Are you gonna feed me
with that jungle music, man?

Teacher, let me tell you
something about my cousin.

He don't play no jungle music,
but he takes care of business.

He takes care of his family,
and he takes care of his neighborhood.

You better go, man.

We gonna see you
in class tomorrow?

Hey, sacana. Now, maybe you
Don�t hear so good. He said go.

- Now!
- [Louis Grunts]

[Shouting In Portuguese,
Screaming]

[Scoffs, Chuckles]
look at this.

- [Groaning]
- Oh, man. [Chuckles]

So, you must be the guy.
Eh, primo?

The one who teaches
capoeira, eh?

You must be the cousin.
Silverio.

So, tell me, teacher.

How much are they paying you
on the high school?

- Enough.
- Don't play with me, cu.

How much?
[Chuckles]

I got a roof over my head.

That's all I need right now.

"A roof over my head." Ha!

You know, my friend...

it's been a long time
since I met a real-life santo.

A saint. Right before my eyes.
In the flesh and blood.

Tell you what, santo.

- [Groaning]
- [Silverio] You see
all this useless garbage?

I need someone...

who can take these pieces of shit
and make men out of them.

If you can teach them
how to fight...

I'll give you a roof over your head
like you ain't gonna believe.

And probably all
the coke I can snort.

[Sniffles]
Whatever.

I'm a reasonable man.

Just tell me
what you need.

You know what I need?

I need to get out of here
before I puke all over your fancy shoes.

- Excuse me.
- Hey, santo.

Your interview
is not over yet.

I still gotta check
your qualifications.

See, you Don�t
fool a man...

who was born and raised
in the worst barrio of Rio deJaneiro.

We, re gonna find out
real quick...

who's the real capoeira mestre
in this neighborhood.

[Grunting]

[Rhythmic Clapping]

[Chanting In Portuguese]

[Chanting Continues]

[Chanting In Portuguese]

[Chanting Intensifies]

[Grunting]

- [Chanting Stops]
- [Grunting]

[Louis Panting]

You know what?
You're okay, santo.

[Panting]

- Get up.
- [Men laughing]

I say, "Okay."

Which means not good enough
to train my boys here...

but good enough
to train my primo.

Santo�s gonna teach you the simple shit,
and when you're ready to graduate...

I'm gonna be
your college...

to teach you what they don't
teach you in the playgrounds.

He's my blood, santo.

I got big plans for him.

Don't be putting
no crazy ideas in his head.

[Thunderclap]

[Thunderclap]

I, d say going there
by yourself...

was not the smartest move
you ever made.

look who's talkin'...

you waitin' outside the fire station
alone on a night like this.

Yeah, I'd say that's
pretty levelheaded, huh?

- Aaah.
- Sorry.

- So why did you wait for me?
- 'Cause I know that neighborhood.

And I know about
Orlando's family.

- I tried to warn you.
- Hey, you know me.

If someone says it's a lost cause,
I'm the first sucker in line.

Uh-huh. Is that
what these kids are?

They just another
lost cause to you?

This time it's my backyard.

What does that mean?

It means that if I don't do something
about it, I've got to live with it.

We've got to live with it.

[Chuckles] Is this that same
self-absorbed guy I used to date?

What happened to you
down there?

It's okay.

- How's your hand?
- I don't know.

let's find out, huh?

Oh... God!
Louis, you're crazy!

- Guess the hand's better, Doc.
- Take two aspirin, and Don�t
call me in the morning.

Wait. It's your turn. I bet you can't
even do a handstand anymore.

- You're right.
- This is a challenge.

You gonna wimp out
on a challenge?

Swim, or do a handstand.

- This is my choice?
- This is your choice.

- [Sighs] All right, Mr. Show-off.
- All right.

Does teacher need
a spot or some help?

No, no. Just don't look
when I try one.

- So you do need a spot.
- All right.

- Just get back.
- Drumroll, please.

Oh, my God.

Oh... Grab me!
[Grunts]

God...
[Grunts]

Well, your handstand needs some help,
but your back bend's pretty good.

- Are you happy now?
- Could be happier.

How?

Oh, my God.
Louis, what are you doing?

[Shrieks]

- You're crazy.
- I know.

Dianna!

Dianna, there's a rumor
being circulated...

by my own students,
no less...

about you
and Mr. Death Squad...

who, guess what, turns out to be
a former boyfriend of yours.

Since when did you start teaching
current affairs, Hector?

Since you started
piling on the fiction, Dianna.

look. What is going on
down at that firehouse?

I don't think that's
any of your business.

Although it probably wouldn't hurt for
you to come down and see for yourself.

[Engine Starts]

[Car Drives Away]

I wasn't expecting this.
This is very... impressive.

So the techniques are
mixed in with the dance?

And the rhythm. Yes.

- [Groans]
- [Music Stops]

Great. They've learned a more efficient
way to give each other bloody noses.

Apparently, that's not all
they've learned, Senor Cervantes! look!

Ordinarily that would have
led to a shooting,
especially with those two kids.

look at what he's done with them.
And these are...

These were the 12 worst kids at Lincoln,
the absolute bottom of the heap!

Hell, I'm ready to give him
Casper's entire gym class!

- let's do it.
- All right.

Granted, he's instilled
a small degree of discipline...

but let's not blow this
out of proportion.

"Out of proportion"?
like taking this proposal directly
to the head of the school board?

- Would that be
out of proportion for you?
- What proposal?

The capoeira program, Kerrigan.
Citywide, at every high school
in the district.

God knows,
if it works at Lincoln, it'll work
damn near anywhere. You shut up!