The Warriors Page #4

- I say we should have wasted them.

- Come on. The station's this way.

Let me go! Let me be.

Okay, what do you got in mind?

Well, maybe I'm looking

for some real action.

Hey, what about me?

I got the big one.

I'll give it to you, baby.

Let her go.

You gonna jump me?

Maybe we ought to pull a train on you.

You look like you might even like it.

- F*** you!

- Real tough chick.

You see what you get, Warriors?!

You see what you get

when you mess with the Orphans?!

We're gonna rain on you, Warriors!

- Holy sh*t!

- Now!

- Move, move!

- Where is everybody?

Come on!

Hey, wait a minute.

I gotta ask a question.

How come we're running?

I told you, they're a bunch of wimps.

Union Station, here we come.

Hey, what about me?

So, what about you?

We got a report from the Bronx.

Some smalltime clique

ran into them.

The Orphans.

- They're not in our network.

- They rumble anyway.

They got wasted.

Okay, let's get down to it, boppers.

We're gonna have to do

better out there.

Our friends just made it past

one of the minor league teams.

Remember, boppers,

be looking good.

All that's going on?

Right. Great.

Great.

Yeah.

Well?

Some two-bit outfit almost got them,

but bopped their way past.

- We can meet them at 96th Street.

- The platform's crawling with cops.

Cops are trying to rack up

every gang in this town.

- Me and you included.

- How come you're so happy?

I'm having a good time.

Let's go!

How much longer we gotta wait?

We might be here forever.

I'm sick of waiting for trains.

Vermin, sit down and shut up.

Okay, okay.

- Let's go!

- Where are we going?

Hey, hold it!

- Right there.

- Come on.

- Hold it.

- Hey.

Take the uptown.

- Make it! Make it!

- Move!

- Hey! Move! Move!

- Wait up!

- Come back here!

- Hold it!

Let's double back!

- This way!

- No. Come on. Over here.

That way! Go!

- Down the stairs!

- Hurry up.

- The street!

- Far enough, already.

This way.

Oh, sh*t!

Run!

Just get out of here!

Move!

- Goddamn you!

- Let go of me!

Where are they?

- Union Square! Union Square!

- What about the others?

We gotta go!

Keep after them! Keep on!

Maybe we'd better take off.

Yeah. Right.

- Did we lose these f***ing clowns?

- Look.

Holy sh*t!

Snow, with me!

Hey!

I can't make it.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.

Good. I'm sick of running

from these wimps.

I'm gonna shove that bat up your ass

and turn you into a Popsicle.

Come on.

- F***ing-A.

- Hey!

Come on, cowboy.

Sh*t, I figured they were wimps.

The latest sports news

off the street, boppers.

The Baseball Furies dropped the ball,

made an error.

Our friends are on second base

and trying to make it all the way home.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes