Last Exit to Brooklyn Page #2

- I said go to your room.

Come on, or I'll break your arm.

Come on, get in there.

Donna, Donna,

who did this to you?

Leave her alone.

It happened, it happened.

Donna, I know you had nothing

to do with this, baby.

All we wanna know is who did it?

- Who did it? Who!

Stop it.

Stop it now!

Who?

Was it Tommy with the bike?

Now, who the hell is

"Tommy with the bike"?

Hey, Tom.

Men, you have my word.

It won't be much longer now.

We don't believe you, city-boy.

We're sick of all this bullshit!

My family is starving!

God damn it! I had to sell my home!

You'll buy it back.

I guarantee you.

Now look, we know for a fact

that they got a shipment due

that our picketing has cut off,

and it's killing them.

It's killing us, too!

Management can't

hold out much longer.

You've been saying the same

thing for six goddamn months!

You wanna give in now?

Is that what you want?

No, we wanna work!

That's what we want!

You wanna go back

to your wife and kids

and tell them that this whole six

months has been for nothing?

No.

No way, never.

Because if you give in now, you know

what those bastards are gonna do?

They're gonna grind

your faces in it.

F***ing right!

Now look, listen to me.

They're trying to break our backs.

But we can't cave in now.

We gotta be out there

24 hours a day,

seven days a week

and make sure that not one truck

goes in or out of that factory!

And if those bastards try to shove some

belly robbing contract down our throats

or try to push one of their trucks

past our lines,

there is only one thing we can do.

We stand up, look them in the eye

and we tell them right

to their fat faces,

"F*** you!"

All right.

Listen, that's enough

for this week.

But there is a big bag

of union groceries

waiting for each and every one of

you waiting in the back. All right.

Boyce, that was f***in' powerful.

Tommy!

Hey, Spook. Get your bike yet?

My father's looking for you.

Yeah, I don't think

I ever met your old man.

- You "Tommy with the bike"?

- Yeah.

I'm Donna's father.

Hey, it's good to meet you, sir.

Come on, come on, come on.

- You raped my virgin daughter!

Dad!

Come on, Joe.

- Donna wasn't no virgin

and I didn't rape her.

She practically raped me.

I'll murder you, you old bum!

Jesus Christ. What the hell

is wrong with that guy?

Donna's gonna have a baby, Tommy.

Yeah, that's terrific.

What's everybody

looking at me for?

I was only with Donna

a couple of times.

I haven't even seen her

in six, seven months.

- Exactly.

- Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

I'm Paulie, see, I'm Joe's brother.

I'm Donna's uncle.

So what you're gonna do, kid?

I mean, Donna's not

some slut, you know.

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