West Side Story

Watch this shot. Whoa!

Shoot, man. Go!

Yeah!

Heh-heh!

Huh!

Gee!

Hey, chickie! Chick, chick, chick!

Jet Boy! Hey, Jet Boy!

Jet, Jet, Jet!

Beat it!

Jets, get outta here!

Hey, Snowboy! Yeah!

Hey!

Come on.

Beat it!

Chico! Chico!

Ol, chico! Ol!

OK, here we go.

Jets! Hey, Jets!

Cracko, Indio!

Let's check him, come on!

Mo, mo, mo!

Hey, Jets!

ndale, chico! ndalelele!

Jets, come on!

Hey, Jets!

Hallo!

Jets, come on! Por aqu!

Come on!

Come on, boys, huh?

Hey, come on, huh?

Jets!

Jets! Jets!

Aagh!

Break it up, you punks!

Cut it out!

Come on, break it up, I said.

Come on. Break it up!

Come on!

How often have I told you

to cut this out?

- If it ain't Lieutenant Schrank!

- Top o' the day, Lieutenant Schrank!

- And Officer Krupke.

- Top o' the day, Officer Krupke!

I'll give you the top o' the head!

Hey you! Get down.

But we're having such fun.

We enjoy the playground.

It keeps us deprived children

off the foul city streets.

- Shut up!

- Born like we was onto hot pavements!

Baby John, come here! Come here!

All right.

Which one of these Puerto Ricans

bloodied you? Huh?

Well, sir...

Which one?

Excuse me, sir.

As a matter of fact, er,

we have suspicion

that the job was done by a cop.

- Two cops.

- At the very least.

Impossible.

In America, nothing is impossible.

All right, wise guys.

You listen to me.

All of you!

You hoodlums

don't own these streets,

and I've had all the roughhouse

I'm gonna put up with here!

You wanna kill each other?

Kill each other.

But you won't do it on my beat.

- Are there any questions?

- Yes, sir.

Would you mind

translating that into Spanish?

Get your friends out of here,

Bernardo,

and stay out.

Please.

OK, Sharks.

Vmonos.

Boy, oh, boy.

As if this neighbourhood

wasn't crummy enough.

Now, look, fellas. Fellas!

Look, let's be reasonable, huh?

If I don't get some law and order here,

I get busted down to a traffic corner.

Your friend don't like traffic corners.

So that means you're gonna start

making nice with the PRs from now on.

I said nice, get it?

Cos if you don't,

and I catch any of you

brawling again in my territory,

I'm gonna beat

the living crud out of each of you

and see that you go

to the can and rot there!

Say goodbye to the nice boys, Krupke.

Goodbye, boys.

Goodbye, boys

Jail? Gee!

You hoodlums don't own the streets.

- Go play in the park.

- Keep off of the grass.

- Get out of the house.

- Keep off the block.

Keep off the world.

A gang that don't own

the street is nothin'!

We do own it!

Come on, Jets. Round up.

Not you, Anybodys. Beat it!

Riff,

you've gotta let me in the gang!

Didn't you just see me? I was smash!

I'm a killer, I wanna fight!

How else is she gonna

get a guy to touch her?

- You dirty rat!

- The road, little girl, the road!

Beat it!

Ah, beat it!

OK, come on.

OK, now, listen.

We fought hard for this turf

and we won't give it up.

The Emeralds claimed it

and we shut 'em out.

The Hawks tried

and we knocked 'em down the cellar.

- The PRs are different.

- They multiply.

They keep coming.

- They eat all the food.

- Breathe all the air!

Help, I'm drowning in tamales!

You heard Lieutenant Schrank.

We gotta make nice

with them Puerto Ricans, or else!

Are we gonna let 'em move in

and take it all away from us, or else?

You're damn right, no.

So what are we gonna do, buddy boys?

I'll tell you what we're gonna do.

We're gonna speed fast.

We're gonna move like lightning!

We're gonna clean them Sharks up

once and for all

so they ain't never gonna

set foot on our turf again.

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