Dead End

Come on.

Move along. On your way.

- Hi, boys.

- Hi, Spit.

So he said they want to come down

and fight our gang, see,

but they got a guy

with his leg broke bad,

and maybe he can't go 'round

on account of poison.

So I says for him to shut up

because we got a guy with T.B.,

so that makes us even.

Hey, that's you

I was talkin' about. You.

- Hi.

- Hi, Spit.

Kinda early, ain't it?

Ain't too early for the old man

to wash the booze out of his mouth.

So I says we fight 'em anyway

and Tommy's the leader,

so he should come down

and make up the fight with Tommy.

Who says Tommy's the leader?

Who says? We all says.

Aw, you dog!

What's the matter?

I'll push you right in the river.

Yeah? Try it.

Don't be a wise guy.

How many times do I have to tell you?

Hey, look it. Get a load of that.

- Hey, what's that?

- It's the new kid moved on the block.

Boy, we could fix him fine.

- Yeah.

- And how.

- Hey, Dip.

- Cut it out, will ya?

How much longer

shall we have to use this entrance?

I'm sorry, sir. The other street

will be repaired in a few days.

Yes, but I can't even get my car

through this street.

No, sir.

- Oh, it's all right.

- It is not all right.

Good morning, sir.

That's what you see from the terrace.

- Oh, they're sweet.

- Yes, at a distance.

Don't worry about it.

They stuffed him

like something dead.

Hey, lady, does he smell?

Hello.

Hello, Phillip.

How are you this morning?

Oh, all right.

In French, Phillip, in French.

Yes, Mademoiselle.

Tommy.

It's gonna hurt the material.

It's gonna be all worn out,

washing and ironing it all the time.

Drina, I don't need no shirt.

What's the matter with this?

I'm late.

Late for what? For those no-good kids?

For playing in the street all day?

All right, so you'll be late...

late for not working.

Everybody's always asking what

your sister's doing going on strike.

They say...

The next time those busybodies

ask you what I'm striking for,

you tell them it's for money

that's coming to me for hard work.

That $3.50 extra a week would get you

out of these streets, for one thing.

If you think any of us like walking

up and down all day,

carrying signs and worrying how we're

going to eat the next day, you're crazy.

And don't you go around

being ashamed of what I do.

All right. Okay.

Something must be the matter with you.

You get so mad...

Good morning. Hot, isn't it?

Gonna be a scorcher.

- It came early this year, didn't it?

- Certainly did.

Drina, you were late last night.

That's why Dave didn't wait.

He didn't know whether

you were coming home or not.

I wasn't very late.

Just a few minutes late.

He used to wait for me.

But now...

She doesn't mean anything to him.

It's just they started talking like one day.

Why don't you speak to him, Drina?

I couldn't do that.

I haven't any right to.

I wouldn't anyway.

- Hey!

- All right.

Hiya, fellas.

Hiya, Angel.

Hiya, Tommy.

Hey, that's the new kid

moved on the block, ain't it?

Yes.

Hey, you!

Yeah, you.

Get up here. Hurry up.

Come on, lift it around.

We ain't got all day.

Hey. You're new kid

moved on the block, ain't you?

Yeah.

- What's your name?

- Milton.

- You wanna belong to this gang?

- Yeah, sure.

You got any dough?

You gotta be initiated.

- I got three cents.

- Gimme it.

Give it over.

Don't hold out.

Get it up. Get it up.

- It's all you got?

- Yeah.

- Sure?

- Honest.

- Search him.

- You don't have to.

Shut up.

If you wanna belong to this gang,

you gotta have a quarter, see?

A quarter? Where am I

gonna get a quarter from?

- From your old lady.

- She wouldn't give me no quarter.

Well, you know where

she keeps her dough, don't you?

Gimme back my three cents.

I don't wanna hang out with you.

Can it, will you, Moe?

Gimme back my three cents!

I want my money back.

Come on.

Come on, gimme back

my three cents.

- You want your three cents?

- Yeah.

Stop it!

Get away! Get away!

Stop it! Get out of here!

What are you doing,

watching life in the slums?

Is it funny?

Why didn't you stop them?

Lady, you're scaring me.

- Are you hurt?

- They took my three cents!

- Tommy!

- I ain't got it.

- You?

- Not me. Don't look at me.

- You?

- I ain't got it.

- Go on. Give it back to her, Spit.

- Yeah.

- Come on. Quick.

- Shut up.

I'll crack you.

And I'll sock you

where it won't do you so much...

No dame gonna smack me first

and get away with it.

- Give her that dough.

- What for?

Give her that dough

or I'll have to smack you.

I can do my own fighting.

I don't need your help. Come on.

Give her that dough.

Here. Come on.

You look like a nice kid.

Stay away from them.

- They're no good.

- Yes, ma'am.

It was a good fight.

Too bad it couldn't go to the finish.

Tough kids.

- You like?

- Sure, what's it mean?

He doesn't care what it means.

He saw it on Park Avenue,

so he thinks if he puts it up,

he'll get trade from our rich neighbors.

I ran up to your place last night,

but you hadn't come home.

Kay Burton and I went over to the park,

listened to music.

I wanted you to come along

and meet her.

I was late.

Very late.

Who are the choir boys?

I don't know.

That short one looks familiar.

We had a strike meeting last night.

I thought I told you.

I was telling Kay about you,

how when you was a kid

I used to come home from school

and tell you

everything I'd learned that day.

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