The Warriors

It's still on, and we're going.

Cyrus sent an emissary

this afternoon to make sure.

Now, Cyrus don't want

anybody packed.

He don't want anybody

flexing any muscle.

I gave him my word that the Warriors

would uphold the truce.

Everybody says that Cyrus

is the one and only.

I think we'd better go have

a look for ourself.

- We ain't been to the Bronx before.

- No sweat.

This conclave's gonna be

a real big item.

Every gang in the city

is gonna be there.

We're going in with nothing.

We're going in there

like everybody else.

Nine guys, no weapons.

You got the stuff?

I want you to hit everything in sight.

I want everybody to know

the Warriors were there.

You never know what's out there.

- Wearing our colors, we can't hide.

- Who wants to hide?

Maybe we'll get to waste

a few heads along the way.

You just soldier

and keep your mouth shut.

When we get there,

you stick close by, okay?

Don't worry.

I don't feel like getting wrecked.

One thing we might get out

of Cyrus' little get-together...

...is meeting some strange wool.

I wouldn't mind laying something down

on the way back.

You got a one-track brain,

you know that?

What's the matter?

You going f*ggot?

What do you know about Cyrus?

Magic.

A whole lot of magic.

- What do you know about Cyrus?

- He's the one and only.

When you're president

of the biggest gang in the city,

you don't have to take any sh*t.

F*** him.

I'll tell you something,

I'll bet nobody's even gonna be there.

Can you count, suckers?!

I say the future is ours...

...if you can count!

- Come on, Cyrus, we're with you!

- Go ahead, bro!

Now, look what we have

here before us.

We've got the Saracens...

...sitting next to

the Jones Street Boys.

We've got the Moon Runners...

...right by the Van Courtland Rangers.

Nobody is wasting nobody.

That...

...is a miracle.

And miracles

is the way things ought to be.

- Yeah!

- I heard that!

- I heard that.

- Come get answered!

You're standing right now

with nine delegates from 100 gangs.

And there's over 100 more.

That's 20,000 hard-core members.

Forty thousand, counting affiliates,

and 20,000 more,

not organized but ready to fight.

Sixty thousand soldiers.

Now, there ain't but 20,000 police

in the whole town. Can you dig it?

Can you dig it?

- Can you dig it?

- Yeah!

Now here's the sum total.

One gang could run this city.

One gang.

Nothing would move

without us allowing it to happen.

We could tax the crime syndicates,

the police,

because we got the streets, suckers!

Can you dig it?

Right on!

The problem in the past

has been the man turning us

against one another.

We have been unable

to see the truth,

because we've been fighting

for 10 square feet of ground,

our turf, our little piece of turf.

That's crap, brothers.

The turf is ours by right

because it's our turn.

All we have to do

is keep up the general truce.

We take over one borough at a time.

Secure our territory,

secure our turf

because it's all our turf.

The other way, against the crowd!

And keep your ass down!

Down!

Get out of the way.

They'll kill us all. Watch out, man.

Watch his head.

There wasn't supposed to be

no guns!

Come on, move it!

- Is Cleon all right?

- He's up there.

- Are you sure?

- No.

Come on! Move it!

There he is! That's him!

That's the Warrior!

- He shot Cyrus!

- Man, you're crazy. I didn't do nothing.

- We saw him!

- Yeah, that's him.

He's the one. He's the one!

The Warriors did it!

The Warriors did it!

The Warriors did it!

The Warriors did it!

The Warriors did it!

Kill him!

Down. Everybody down!

- Sh*t!

- You all right?

Yeah.

Everybody quiet.

Everybody make it?

Just Cleon's missing.

- Fuzz must've got him.

- Did you see him get busted?

I seen him,

then he wasn't there no more.

I was hauling ass.

Why don't you look around,

make sure we're okay.

This is a graveyard.

What are we gonna do now?

We're going back.

You mind telling us how?

F***ing Coney Island must be

- It's the only choice we got.

- Yeah, real simple.

Except that every cop in the city

is looking to bust our heads.

- We got something to think about.

- Yeah? What?

The truce.

Is it still on?

If it ain't, we're gonna have to bop

our way back.

Sh*t, I wish we was packed.

If this truce is off, anything could hit us

between here and that train.

If you get separated,

make it to the platform

at Union Square.

- That's where we change trains.

- I only got one question:

Who named you leader?

I got as much right

to take over as you.

It was Cleon's choice.

Swan's war chief.

Right now Cleon's most likely got

a nightstick shoved halfway up his ass.

Sh*t. I bet you can't even

find the subway.

Maybe we ought to talk

about this later, huh?

Well, what's wrong with right now?

I wanna be warlord.

Make your move.

- Hey, Ajax, lighten up.

- Big boy, Swan's war chief.

We better stick together.

Hey, you guys!

The train's right over there.

Come on. Hurry up. Let's go!

Let's move.

Hey, man, don't worry about it.

Stay loose.

F***.

Rembrandt, mark this spot.

Hey! Wait for me!

Riffs!

Yeah, right!

Who are the Warriors?

There must be some word.

I want them all.

I want all the Warriors!

I want them alive, if possible.

If not, wasted.

But I want them.

Send the word.

All right, now, for all you boppers

out there in the big city,

all you street people

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