Southside Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 2003
- 106 min
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Ten of those...
(man #2)
In their own bar too.
Yeah, Rickey Bailey, his bunch,
all 12 of them.
Here we go.
Tom O'Malley...
versus 14
of them...
on his own too.
No backup
or nothin'.
No backup
or nothing.
20 of you
Northside faggots...
And I go plowin'
into you.
And I go plowin'
into you.
One, two, three,
you're next!
Through
the window.
Through
the window.
The bar.
Over the bar.
(both)
Bodies flyin' everywhere...
(both)
Savin' Bailey for last!
[Drunken laughter]
Yeah?
Yeah.
I'm outta here, Pop.
Oh, no, no, no, no...
hey, oh.
Have another.
I can't.
I mean, I'm supposed
to meet Travis at the gym.
You want me
to come with you?
[As baby talk]
Keep the bullies away?
[Snickering]
F*** off, Pop.
Hey, is that any way
to talk to your father?
You should have
more respect.
Never spend any time
together anymore.
He's gettin' old,
you know?
Come on.
All right.
Pour it like
you don't own it.
[Tapping]
(man)
Come on, fellas.
Come on, come on.
[Grunts]
[Snorts]
(man)
Hey, stop
dancin' around
like a couple of goddamn girls,
all right?
Jesus Christ,
come on.
Come on, Skids, make him work,
will you?
Make him f***in' work.
Make him work for Christ sakes,
come on.
You guys are like a bunch
of pansies out there.
Come on.
That's it.
[Men grunting]
That's it.
All right, break,
break, break, fellas.
Come on,
get out of there.
That's it.
[Echoey]
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
[Sonorous pounding]
Ah, hey.
Hey, Travis,
Jesus.
Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey!
Easy, Travis, easy!
Easy!
Come on!
Save some of that
for Sangster,
for Christ sakes,
all right?
Jesus Christ, next week,
you'll kill this Northside a**hole.
Ha, ha, ha!
Hoo-hoo!
(man)
Hey, hey.
(Jacko)
Ha, ha!
What the hell
is he doing here?
Get him out of here.
He's my bud.
I don't give a sh*t.
Goddamn it,
Murray's sending
his scout
from Vegas,
and you got to be ready,
you hear me?
So stay focused,
all right?
Let's go.
Ah, hey, hey, hey, hey.
[Singing wedding march]
Da, da, da-da, da, da, da,
da, da-da-da, da...
Ow, goddamn it.
Ow.
F***in' leg.
Hey, fellas,
what the hell is this?
A f***in' hen party?
Stop cackling,
and go to work!
You want to be
professional boxers,
you gotta act
like them. Work!
Goddamn it.
Ah, sh*t.
Ach.
Uh.
Hey, hey, hey!
That's the way
I want to see you hit!
Yeah, that's it!
Ow, goddamn leg,
you son of a b*tch.
F***.
Ach.
Word on the street is,
you're betting heavy
on this one.
Oh, yeah?
F*** the streets.
You borrowing from the sharks
to feed the bookies?
That ain't smart,
Gordon.
Oh, yeah?
in this shithole, huh?
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