Sal: I GREW UP IN
A SMALL ITALIAN NEIGHBORHOOD
IN BROOKLYN
CALLED GRAVESEND.
NOT MANY PEOPLE KNOW THAT THERE
IS A GRAVESEND, BROOKLYN.
THAT'S BECAUSE
OVER THE YEARS,
THE PEOPLE THOUGHT
IT BROUGHT BAD LUCK
TO HAVE A NAME SO CLOSELY
ASSOCIATED WITH DEATH.
SO, INSTEAD,
PEOPLE WOULD SAY
THAT THEY LIVED IN BENSONHURST
OR CONEY ISLAND.
AND THE NAME GRAVESEND
WAS FORGOTTEN.
MY STORY'S ABOUT MY 4 FRIENDS
FROM GRAVESEND--
RAY, MIKEY,
CHICKEN, AND ZANE,
WHO ALSO HAVE
BEEN FORGOTTEN.
ONE MONDAY MORNING,
JUST BEFORE I WAS
GOING TO SCHOOL,
8 COPS KNOCKED
ON MY DOOR,
AND I WAS ARRESTED
AND HANDCUFFED
AND BROUGHT DOWN
TO THE 6-2 PRECINCT
ON BATH AVENUE.
THEY TOOK ME
IN THE BACK ROOM,
AND THEY BEGAN TO ASK ME
WHERE I WAS SATURDAY NIGHT.
I TOLD THEM I WENT OUT
WITH MY GIRLFRIEND,
BUT THEY DIDN'T BELIEVE ME.
THEN THEY STARTED
ASKING ME QUESTIONS
ABOUT MY 4 FRIENDS.
I STOPPED ANSWERING THEM.
I WAS ARRESTED BEFORE,
AND I KNEW MY RIGHTS.
ALL I KEPT SAYING WAS
MY NAME IS SAL STABILE,
I'M 17-YEARS OLD,
AND I LIVE IN GRAVESEND.
AFTER A FEW HOURS,
THE SERGEANT EXPLAINED
WHAT HAPPENED
AND TOLD ME THAT
THEY COULDN'T LET ME GO.
AND THEY PUT ME IN A CELL
ALL BY MYSELF.
ALL I DID THAT ENTIRE DAY
WAS THANK GOD
THAT I WASN'T
WITH MY 4 FRIENDS
THAT SATURDAY NIGHT.
AND I DON'T EVEN
BELIEVE IN GOD.
WHASSUP?
GET THE FUCK
OUT OF MY FACE.
GET THE FUCK
OUT OF MY FACE!
[EVERYBODY YELLING AT ONCE]
WE ALREADY WENT
OVER THIS, MY MAN.
ALL RIGHT? WE ALREADY
WENT OVER THIS.
GEE, YOU FUCKIN'
MY BITCH. ALL RIGHT?
YOU'RE STUPID, MAN.
STUPID? I AIN'T
FUCKIN' STUPID.
YOU THINK I'M
FUCKIN' STUPID?
YOU GIVE ME
ANY FUCKIN'
MATH PROBLEM.
ANY FUCKIN'
MATH PROBLEM.
I'LL SOLVE IT
RIGHT HERE,
MOTHERFUCKER.
[EVERYBODY YELLING AT ONCE]
2X + 12 = 39.
GIVE ME
THE FUCKIN' PEN,
ALL RIGHT?
WHAT'S X? WHAT'S X?
2X + 12 = 39.
I HEARD YOU.
[EVERYBODY TALKING AT ONCE]
SHH!
6?
YEAH, IT'S
FUCKIN' 6, MAN.
IT'S FUCKIN' 6.
MIKEY, ISN'T IT 6?
[EVERYBODY TALKS AT ONCE]
EVERYBODY WANTS TO
BE MY FRIEND WHEN I
WALK IN HERE, RIGHT?
NONE OF YOU HAVE
FUCKIN' BALLS, MAN.
NONE OF YOU
HAD BALLS.
HERE I AM.
YEAH, YEAH?
YOU WANT TO GO
THE FUCK OUTSIDE
THEN, MAN, HUH?
[EVERYBODY TALKS AT ONCE]
[TOILET FLUSHES]
OH, COME ON, GUYS.
NOT ANOTHER FUCKIN'
SATURDAY NIGHT.
Sal: EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT,
ME, RAY, MIKEY,
CHICKEN, AND ZANE
WOULD HANG OUT
IN RAY'S BASEMENT.
HERE'S THE PITCH.
OH!
Sal: RAY'S BROTHER MARK
OWNED THE HOUSE
AND LIVED UPSTAIRS
ALL ALONE.
I DON'T KNOW.
IT DEPENDS.
Sal: USUALLY EVERY
SATURDAY NIGHT,
ZANE WOULD GET BORED
AND RESTLESS AND START
TO MAKE TOO MUCH NOISE.
THEN RAY'S BROTHER MARK
WOULD COME DOWN
IN HIS UNDERWEAR
AND THROW US ALL
OUT OF THE BASEMENT.
FUCKIN' "A" RIGHT I WILL.
USUALLY ZANE AND MARK
GOT INTO AN ARGUMENT.
AND THAT WAS OUR
SATURDAY NIGHT.
IT DEPENDS.
GIVE ME
THE FUCKIN' BOOK.
IT'S A BOOK.
IT'S A BOOK.
[EVERYBODY YELLS AT ONCE]
I'M A MEAN
MOTHERFUCKER.
WHO CARES ABOUT
THIS BITCH, MAN?
SHE'S FUCKIN'
A NIGGER, MAN.
I'M A CONGO LAD.
YOU SAY ONE MORE--
NO, GUYS.
CHILL, NOW, CHILL.
I WAS WALKING
THROUGH THE JUNGLE
WITH A DICK IN MY HAND.
CHILL OUT. LET'S FUCKIN'
SMOKE BOWLS, MAN.
WE GOT 200 BONES
IN OUR BODY,
NONE IN OUR MOUTH.
WHAT DID I SEE?
THAT'S ALL RIGHT,
'CAUSE I CAN'T
GET OVER HIS MOTHER.
UP IN A TREE.
[EVERYBODY TALKS AT ONCE]
A MEAN MOTHERFUCKER
TRIED TO PISS ON ME.
ANYTIME.
WHENEVER YOU FEEL--
GUYS! GOD DAMN IT!
SO I PICKED UP A ROCK.
HIS ROCKS!
AND I HIT HIM
IN A COCK.
FUCKIN' "A",
MOTHERFUCKERS!
SHUT UP, MAN.
AND THAT MEAN
MOTHERFUCKER LIKED
TO RUN 30 BLOCKS.
COME ON, MOTHERFUCKER,
YOU WANT SOME
FUCKIN' ACTION?
COME ON.
COME ON, HUH, HUH?
YEAH, WAKE YOU
THE FUCK UP A LITTLE, HUH?
COME ON, WAKE YOU
THE FUCK UP, HUH, RAY?
ZANE,
IS THAT LOADED?
HUH? IS IT LOADED, HUH?
IS IT LOADED?
I DON'T KNOW.
SHOULD WE LOOK, HUH?
NO.
COME ON, ZANE, WHAT
ARE YOU DOING, MAN?
[PULLS TRIGGER]
RAY, GET THESE GUYS
OUT OF HERE, MAN.
CHICKEN, ZANE,
ALL'A YA'S.
I GOT TO GET UP
AT 6:30, MAN.
I'M HEARING
YOUR SHIT ALL NIGHT.
NOW, GET THE FUCK
OUT OF HERE.
YOU GOT 2 MINUTES.
OH!
Zane:
GET UPSTAIRS,
YOU FAG.
WHO WAS THAT?
WHO WAS THAT? ZANE?
THAT'S RIGHT.
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
WHAT DID YOU
JUST SAY?
DID I STUTTER?
HUH?
DID I STUTTER. I SAID,
"GO UPSTAIRS, FAG."
ZANE.
WHAT?
DO YOURSELF A FAVOR.
GET OUT OF
MY BASEMENT.
YOU GOT 2 MINUTES.
OH, OK.
OK?
OK. WHY DON'T YOU
GO UP TO THE WHORE
WHO SUCKED MY DICK
AND YOUR BROTHER'S?
SUCKED YOUR DICK?
SHUT UP.
YOU'RE FUCKIN' DICK.
IS THAT ALL YOU GOT,
PUSSY?
THAT'S ALL
IS THAT ALL I GOT?
YOU GOT, PUS?
YOU WANT MORE?
YOU WANT MORE,
ZANE?
DO YOU WANT ME
TO TEACH YOU
A FAVOR?
COME ON,
MOTHERFUCKER.
ZANE, PUT THE
FUCKIN' GUN AWAY.
RAY.
THAT'S ALL YOU
GOT, YOU LITTLE--
HUH, PUSSY RAY!
MOTHERFUCKER?
COME ON.
RAY, GET HIM OU OF THE BASEMENT.
GET THAT GUN--
COME ON,
MOTHERFUCKER.
GO AHEAD.
[GUNSHOT]
HEY, RAY.
I DIDN'T KNOW
THE GUN WAS
LOADED, MAN.
CALL A FUCKING
AMBULANCE.
RAY.
YOU KNOW, RAY,
KIDS PLAYING
WITH GUNS
ALL THE TIME.
AMBULANCE!
RAY, I DIDN'T WANT
TO SHOOT HIM.
YOU KNOW THAT, RAY.
THIS WASN'T
SOME FUCKING KID
ON THE STREET, MAN.
THIS WAS MY BROTHER.
RAY, I'M SORRY,
MAN.
YOU GUYS, WE GOT TO GET
HIM TO A HOSPITAL.
NO ONE LIKED HIM
ANYWAY.
HE WAS A DICK.
GET THE FUCK
OUT OF HERE, MAN.
GO CALL AN AMBULANCE.
[EVERYBODY TALKING AT ONCE]
I'LL CALL VICTOR
AT MEMORIAL.
NO, MAN.
WHY?
[EVERYBODY TALKS AT ONCE]
CALL ANOTHER HOSPITAL!
I WAS FUCKED UP
ON SPEED ONE TIME.
I WENT THERE AND
MY ARM WAS FUCKIN'
BROKEN BACKWARDS.
I WAS, LIKE, FUCKIN'
THEY OPERATED
ON MY STOMACH.
WHAT WAS WRONG
WITH YOUR STOMACH?
NOTHING.
SHIT, MICHAEL.
HOLY SHIT!
I KNEW THAT, MAN.
MIKEY,
CALL A FUCKING
AMBULANCE, MAN!
I'LL CALL 411.
THAT'S FUCKIN'
INFORMATION,
YOU FUCKIN' ASSHOLE.
I'LL CALL INFORMATION
AND GET THE AMBULANCE HERE.
WHY ARE YOU SO
FUCKING STUPID, MAN?
YOU KNOW, MIKE,
CALL 555-1212.
IT'S FREE.
THAT'S NOT
FUCKING TRUE, MAN.
THERE'S NOTHING--
NOTHING FREE IN THIS
FUCKING WORLD, MAN.
I HAVE A FRIEND JOJO,
WHO HAS A FRIEND
WHO OWNS A CEMETERY.
WE'LL TAKE HIM THERE,
WE'LL BURY HIM
OURSELVES, RAY.
WHAT, ARE YOU NUTS?
RAY, HE'S GOTTA GO
IN THE GROUND
SOMETIME, RAY.
YOU KNOW?
COME ON, MAN.
YOU AND ME
AND THE BOYS, MAN.
WE'LL HAVE OUR OWN,
YOU KNOW,
LITTLE FUNERAL, MAN.
HEY, RAY. RAY!
COME ON, MAN.
YOU DON'T WANT
THE COPS HERE, MAN.
FUCK, WHO'S
MARK HAVE, MAN?
ALL HE HAS
IS YOU, RAY.
[GUNSHOT]
MARK...
LOOK, I DON'T WANT THE COPS
IN THIS EITHER, MAN,
BUT THEY'RE GOING
TO WONDER WHERE THE HELL
HE IS AT WORK.
RAY, DRIVES, MAN.
[GUNSHOT]
I DIDN'T KNOW
THE GUN WAS LOADED, MAN.
[WATER RUNS]
YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM!
GET THE FUCK
OUT OF HERE. YOU FUCKING
KILLED HIM!
GET THE FUCK OUT!
YOU FUCKING
KILLED HIM!
YOU KNOW,
YOU KILLED A GUY!
Ray: MARK,
COME HERE, MAN.
I GOT SOMETHING
FOR YOU.
[GUNSHOT]
FUCKING THREATENING ME
WITH A GUN.
Sal: RAY, HIS BROTHER,
AND HIS FAMILY
MOVED TO GRAVESEND
FROM NORTH CAROLINA
WHEN THEY WERE, LIKE,
14 YEARS OLD.
MOTHERFUCKER!
I'LL KICK
YOUR FUCKING ASS.
AND THAT DOG
YOU'RE FUCKING.
Sal: A COUPLE
YEARS LATER,
THEIR PARENTS
HAD PASSED AWAY.
AND RAY AND MARK
WERE LEFT TO LIVE ALONE.
MOTHERFUCKER.
I NEVER HAD A HAPPY
HOLIDAY AS LONG
AS I'VE LIVED HERE.
Sal: HATE IS
THE BEST WAY TO EXPLAIN
THEIR RELATIONSHIP.
THE COPS WERE ALWAYS
AT THEIR HOUSE.
RAY, WHO WANTED TO BE
A MUSICIAN,
BUT WASN'T REALLY GOOD,
ALWAYS PLAYED HIS GUITAR
LATE AT NIGHT.
ONE TIME, MARK TOLD RAY
TO STOP PLAYING
'CAUSE HE COULDN'T SLEEP,
BUT RAY DIDN'T STOP.
SO, MARK CAME DOWN
TO THE BASEMENT
WITH A BUTCHER KNIFE
AND CHASED RAY
DOWN THE BLOCK,
AND ALL THE WAY
INTO MacDONALD'S
ON 24th AVENUE.
RAY, ONLY IN HIS UNDERWEAR,
GOT AWAY FROM MARK,
BUT WAS ARRESTED
FOR INDECENT EXPOSURE.
GET IN THERE,
MAN. HE THREATENED ME
WITH A GUN.
YO, MARK.
COME HERE,
MARK!
Sal: BUT RAY ALWAYS
GOT BACK AT MARK.
ONE TIME, HE SLASHED
MARK'S TIRES.
ANOTHER TIME, HE POURED
SUGAR IN HIS GAS TANK.
ANOTHER TIME, RAY HAD
FUCKED MARK'S FIANCE,
CAUSING THEM TO SPLIT.
BUT THE WORST WAS
WHEN MARK HIT RAY
IN THE FACE WITH HIS SHOE
AND RAY TOOK BOILING WATER
AND THREW IT
ALL OVER MARK'S LEGS,
GIVING HIM
A THIRD-DEGREE BURN.
IT'S THE ONLY
VIRGIN MARY THAT
EVER EXISTS, MAN.
AT LEAST
IN THIS PROPERTY.
WELL, YOU GUYS REALLY
CELEBRATE THE HOLIDAY.
I'M PROUD OF THAT.
Sal: WE ALL TOLD
RAY TO MOVE OUT,
BUT RAY HAD NO MONEY
AND NO JOB.
FUCKIN' FIGHT
WITH A GUN.
HANG A SHINING STAR
UPON THE HIGHEST BOUGH
AND HAVE...
OPEN THE FUCKING
TRUNK, MAN.
COME ON, MAN.
JUST OPEN
THE TRUNK.
A MERRY LITTLE CHRISTMAS
JESUS CHRIST, WE GO CARS PASSING, MAN.
OK, OK, READY?
ON 3, ON 3.
1...2...3.
COME ON, LET'S GO.
WHO IS THIS GUY?
JOJO.
JOJO WHO?
JOJO THE JUNKIE.
HE OWES ME SOME DRUGS.
JOJO JUNKIE?
YEAH, MAN, DON'T FUCKIN'
WORRY ABOUT IT, MAN.
YOU'RE LETTING A JUNKIE
BURY MY BROTHER?
RAY, RAY,
CAN WE GO, MAN?
LISTEN, MAN, YOU'RE DOING
THE RIGHT THING, ALL RIGHT?
JOJO JUNKIE?
YOU'RE GONNA
FUCKIN' REPEAT.
DID I STUTTER?
YEAH, JOJO THE
FUCKIN' JUNKIE.
LET'S GO, MAN,
BEFORE FUCKIN'
PEOPLE COME.
GO TO THE LIGHT,
MAKE A RIGHT,
GO TO THE STOP SIGN,
MAKE ANOTHER RIGHT.
WHO IS
THIS GUY JOJO?
YOU KNOW, ZANE,
I DON'T HAVE
ENOUGH GAS.
HERE. WEAR
MY BASEBALL CAP, OK?
YOU BE THE SKIPPER.
DOES HE KNOW
A LOT OF PEOPLE?
YEAH. WE GOT GAS
IN THE TRUNK.
YEAH, BUT
THAT'S NOT GOING
TO BE ENOUGH.
DON'T YOU THINK
IT'S A BAD IDEA
THAT WE TAKE MY BROTHER
TO HIM IF HE KNOWS
A LOT OF PEOPLE?
RAY.
HE MIGHT TALK.
WHAT? TAKE HIM WHERE?
WE'LL TAKE HIM TO JOJO.
I KNOW. THAT'S
WHAT YOU JUST SAID.
AND YOU SAID HE KNOWS
A LOT OF PEOPLE.
DON'T YOU THINK
HE MIGHT TALK?
TALK TO WHO?
I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T EVEN
KNOW THE GUY,
AND YOU WANT TO TAKE
MY BROTHER TO HIM?
I MEAN, ALL I KNOW
IS YOU TOLD ME
HE'S A JUNKIE.
YOU GUYS,
WHAT IS THIS, 20/20?
HUH? BARBARA WALTERS,
WALTER CRONKITE?
WHOA, WALTER CRONKITE?
YOU MEAN, HUGH DOWNS?
NO, I MEAN
WALTER CRONKITE.
NO.
20/20.
IT'S HUGH DOWNS.
YEAH.
NO, IT'S NOT.
IT'S WALTER CRONKITE.
IT'S HUGH DOWNS.
IT'S EITHER HUGH DOWNS
OR ANDY ROONEY...
OR MICKEY ROONEY OR
ONE OF THE ROONEY BROTHERS.
I WATCH IT
MONDAY NIGHT, 5:30.
IT'S WALTER CRONKITE.
IT'S HUGH DOWNS.
WALTER CRONKITE
FUCKING COVERED
THE KENNEDY
ASSASSINATION.
GET OUT OF HERE.
LAST TIME HE
WAS ON FILM,
CATCH THIS LIGHT HERE.
IT WAS FUCKIN'
BLACK AND WHITE.
LOOK, ARE YOU
SURE WE'RE GOING
TO GET GAS?
YEAH, I'M SURE.
I DON'T CARE
ABOUT 20/20 AND
WALTER CRONKITE.
ALL RIGHT, GUYS.
WHAT DO YOU
WANT TO DO THEN?
IF I DON'T LIKE
THIS GUY, WE'RE
GOING TO THE COPS.
GO TO THE COPS.
OH, OK, WE'LL
GO TO THE COPS.
OVER HERE,
PULL A RIGHT.
I MEAN IT.
PULL OVER HERE.
THIS IS WHERE HE LIVES.
NOW, LISTEN.
YOU GUYS WANT ME
TO TAKE CARE OF THIS
OR WHAT? HUH?
Sal: EVERY NEIGHBORHOOD
HAS A GUY WHO CAN
GET THINGS DONE
WHEN THERE'S NO ONE ELSE
TO TURN TO.
WE HAVE JOJO.
IS THIS WHERE HE LIVES?
YEAH.
LET'S GO AROUND BACK.
HE'S PROBABLY TAKING
OUT THE TRASH.
Sal: JOJO WAS
THE SUPERINTENDENT
OF SOME BUILDING
DOWN ON BAY PARKWAY,
AND THE MAIN SUPPLIER
OF CRACK AND COCAINE
IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
ZANE AND JOJO
BECAME FRIENDS
WHEN THEY MET IN A LINEUP
DOWN AT THE POLICE STATION
AT THE 6-2.
WHAT THEY DO IN BROOKLYN
IS PAY KIDS $10
TO FILL UP A LINEUP...
AND GET ONE REAL SUSPECT.
THAT DAY,
THE COPS LET ZANE GO,
BUT JOJO WAS PICKED OUT
FOR ASSAULTING
AN ELDERLY LADY
WITH A WOODEN YANKEE
BASEBALL BAT.
COME HERE! COME HERE!
CHILL OUT, OK?
LOOK, YOU SAID
YOU SHOT MARK
BY ACCIDENT, RIGHT?
I DIDN'T SAY
ANYTHING, MAN.
NO, THAT'S
WHAT YOU SAID.
IT'S OVER WITH, OK?
WE GOTTA TAKE CARE
OF THIS.
AND YOU TELL ME
SOMETHING, ALL RIGHT?
YOU TELL ME YOU
DIDN'T WANT MARK DEAD.
GET OFF OF ME, MAN.
NO, STOP IT.
STOP IT, ALL RIGHT?
KICK YOUR ASS
ANYTIME.
KICK MY ASS.
YEAH, WHAT HAPPENED
OVER AT 29th STREET?
THE FUCK HAPPENED
OVER AT 29th STREET?
[HISSES]
FAGGOT.
ALL RIGHT,
THAT'S ENOUGH!
THAT'S ENOUGH!
WHATEVER HAPPENED
HAPPENED.
WE GOT TO TAKE CARE
OF THIS. COME ON!
LET'S SAY, LET'S
GO TO THE COPS.
WHAT, ARE YOU STUPID?
NO, LISTEN TO ME.
LISTEN TO ME.
I AM LISTENING TO YOU.
LET'S SAY THAT
WE GO TO THE COPS,
AND WE TELL THEM
THAT YOU SHOT HIM
BY ACCIDENT.
THAT THE GUN
WAS IN YOUR COAT,
AND IT FELL OUT.
WHAT, ARE YOU STUPID?
YOU THINK A COP'S
GOING TO BELIEVE THAT?
WE'RE 4 KIDS
FROM BROOKLYN.
YOU FUCKING KILLED
MY BROTHER, AND I'M
TRYING TO HELP YOU.
I KILLED YOUR BROTHER?
YOU KILLED MY BROTHER,
AND I'M TRYING
TO HELP YOU.
[ALL SHOUTING]
LOOK, GUYS,
HE'S NOT HERE,
ALL RIGHT?
WE GOTTA DO
SOMETHING.
WHAT ARE WE
GOING TO DO?
HE'S NOT HERE.
WHY CAN'T WE SAY--
GUYS, LISTEN,
LISTEN.
NO, SHUT UP
FOR A SECOND.
WHY CAN'T WE SAY
THAT THE GUN
WAS MARK'S?
YOU THINK THE COPS
ARE ASSHOLES?
IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK?
DO YOU THINK
THEY'RE STUPID?
THEY CAN FIND
FUCKIN' FINGERPRINTS
ON A DICK, MAN.
DO YOU WANT
TO GO TO JAIL?
I'M NOT GOING TO JAIL
AND LETTING
A FUCKIN' 8-FOOT NIGGER
STICK IT IN MY ASS, OK?
WE'RE IN IT TOGETHER.
HE AIN'T HERE.
RIGHT NOW, WHAT
ARE WE GOING TO DO?
ALL RIGHT, WELL,
WE'LL GO SEE NICK.
LOOK,
I'VE GOT NO GAS.
NICK OWES ME MONEY.
HE'LL GIVE US 20 BUCKS.
WE'LL WAIT AND
SEE WHERE HE IS.
HE'S GOOD FRIENDS
WITH JOJO. HE'S TIGHT.
YEAH, GREAT.
ALL RIGHT? READY? READY?
OK?
YO, NICK. NICK!
WHAT'S UP, ZANE?
WHAT'S UP, MAN?
YO, YOU SEEN JOJO?
YEAH, I SEEN
JOJO AND THIS GUY
SHOOTING STEEL, YOU KNOW.
FORGET THAT SHIT.
YO, THERE'S
THIS GIRL RACHEL '97.
SHE SUCKED MAD DICK.
NO SHIT.
LIKE THIS, BRO?
NO, LIKE THIS.
LICK YOUR BALLS
AND AFTER. EVERYTHING.
YOU, LISTEN,
BY THE WAY,
YOU GOT THAT
20 YOU OWE ME?
NO, I AIN'T GOT NO 20.
YO, DOWN AND OUT.
OH, MAN, YO,
I'M REALLY TAPPED.
NICK, I REALLY
NEED IT.
I HEAR YOU. I HEAR YOU.
I CAN'T HOOK YOU UP.
I AIN'T GOT NOTHING ON ME.
NO, SHIT, MAN,
REALLY.
MAN, BUT YOU GOTTA
CHILL WITH THAT.
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
YOU GOT TO KEEP THAT
ON THE D.L. YOU KNOW,
IN FRONT OF MY BOYS.
YOU CAN'T BE
TALKING LIKE THAT.
YOU GOT TO KEEP
YOUR FACE OUT OF HERE.
COME ON, SERIOUSLY.
CAN I GET THE 20?
YO, I AIN'T GOT THE 20.
YO, I TOLD YOU THAT BEFORE.
ANY OF YOUR BOYS
GOT THE 20?
Sal: IF YOU WENT OUT
ON A SATURDAY NIGHT
IN GRAVESEND,
YOU USUALLY GOT
INTO 3 FIGHTS.
FIRST, YOU WOULD JUMP SOMEONE
YOU HAD A BEEF WITH.
THEN, YOU WOULD
GO TO A CLUB,
WHERE THE KID
YOU JUST JUMPED WOULD
SHOW UP WITH HIS FRIENDS,
AND ANOTHER FIGHT
BREAKS OUT.
THEN, EVERYONE FROM THE CLUB
SHOWS UP AT THE DINER,
DRUNK AND STONED,
AND A FIGHT BREAKS OUT
IN THE PARKING LOT.
2 FIGHTS MEANT
YOU STARTED LATE.
ONE FIGHT IS RARE.
NO FIGHTS MEANT
THAT EITHER NO ONE
KNOWS WHO YOU ARE,
OR NO ONE WANTED
TO FUCK WITH YOU
BECAUSE THEY THOUGHT
YOU HAD ENOUGH PROBLEMS.
IS THAT THAT FAG MICHAEL
YOU BROUGHT WITH YOU, TOO?
YOU KNOW WE DON'T LIKE HIM.
ALL RIGHT,
YOU SHUT UP,
TOO, ALL RIGHT?
[ALL ARGUING]
[CAR ALARM BLARES]
Sal: ZANE'S FATHER
WAS KILLED WHEN HE WAS
4 YEARS OLD IN A MOB HIT.
SO, HE GREW UP
WITH HIS MOTHER
AND HIS GRANDMOTHER.
WHAT DID I TELL YOU
ABOUT WHEN YOU COME
IN THIS HOUSE
TO TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES?
Sal: HIS MOTHER DID
THE BEST SHE COULD,
BUT SHE COULDN'T
CONTROL ZANE.
HE WAS THROWN OUT OF
A PRIVATE GRAMMAR SCHOOL,
A PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL,
AND EVENTUALLY,
OUT OF HIS MOM'S
CATHOLIC HOME.
ALL NIGHT
YOU'VE BEEN OUT.
I'VE BEEN HERE.
OUT WHERE?
WITH WHO?
OH, LET ME GUESS, MARY.
MARY,
THE FUCKING SLUT, HUH?
WHAT?
HUH? WHERE
HAVE YOU BEEN?
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
I WAS OUT.
OUT WHERE?
I WAS--
OUT.
UNTIL THIS TIME?
DON'T TALK TO YOUR
MOTHER LIKE THAT.
OK?
OH, HERE
WE GO AGAIN.
WHY ARE YOU GUYS
GANGING UP ON ME?
WE'RE NOT
GANGING UP
ON YOU.
WE WERE WORRIED.
YEAH, YOU CAN
STAY OUT.
TILL
A DECENT HOUR.
I BEEP YOU, YOU
DON'T ANSWER ME.
COULD I JUST GO TO BED?
NO.
NO.
OK? NO.
GO BACK WHERE YOU WERE
ALL NIGHT.
RIGHT.
YOU GUYS
ARE GANGING UP ON ME.
NO, NO, GET OUT!
WHY DON'T YOU GUYS GO
MAKE GOD DAMN MEATBALLS?
I'M SICK OF THIS SHIT.
YEAH, SHIT.
GET OUT!
LISTEN TO ME.
AS LONG AS YOUR--
MY EARS!
YOU AIN'T HEARD
NOTHING YET.
YOUR VOICE
IS KILLING ME, MA.
DON'T YOU KNOW
HOW TO SHUT UP?
NO, NO, GET OUT!
I'M LEAVING NOW.
I'M GETTING OUT.
GOOD, GOOD, GET OUT.
YEAH, I'LL SHOW YOU SHIT.
SHIT! I'LL SHOW YOU SHIT.
I'LL SHOW YOU SHIT NOW!
HERE! I'LL SHOW YOU SHIT!
THROW HIM OUT!
HEY, RIGHT HERE.
TAKE YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES.
GO SLEEP WHERE
YOU SLEPT LAST NIGHT. GO!
WE WORRIED ALL
NIGHT FOR YOU.
WE CRIED ALL NIGHT.
Sal: ZANE WASN'T WELL-LIKED.
WE WERE HIS FRIENDS,
AND WE DIDN'T LIKE HIM.
THE BEST WAY
I CAN DESCRIBE ZANE
IS THAT HE WAS SOMEONE
WHO YOU NEVER WANTED AROUND,
BUT YOU WERE ALWAYS GLAD
THAT HE WAS ON YOUR SIDE.
I HAVE A CURFEW.
THIS IS MY HOUSE.
YOU GO BY MY RULES
OR YOU GET OUT!
GO STAY WITH MARY!
Sal: THE GUYS WENT
TO LOOK FOR JOJO
DOWN UNDER THE EL
AND DOWN AT DYKER PARK,
BUT HE WAS NOWHERE
TO BE FOUND,
SO THEY DECIDED TO WAIT
FOR HIM AT HIS BUILDING.
[KNOCKS]
FUCK, WHY CAN'T WE
JUST BURY HIM OURSELVES?
WHAT DID I SAY, RAY?
JUST LET ME
TAKE CARE OF THIS.
HE KNOWS WHAT
HE'S DOING, RIGHT?
WHY CAN'T WE JUST
DO IT OURSELVES?
YO, MAN, I'M
SICK OF THIS.
I'M GOING TO
WAIT IN THE CAR.
ALL RIGHT? LET'S JUST
WAIT IT OUT, ALL RIGHT?
NO, DUDE, WHAT'S
GOING ON HERE?
HEY, KID, KID,
STEP BACK.
I'VE GOT A CAR
TO TOW, OK?
LOOK, THIS IS
MY FRIEND'S CAR.
YOU CAN'T TOW
THIS CAR, MAN.
COME ON. UNHOOK
THIS SHIT. COME ON.
YOU SEE WHERE
HE'S PARKED
IN A FUCKING BUS STOP?
I'M TOWING YOUR CAR.
PUT THE CAR
DOWN, MAN!
MAN, WHAT ARE
YOU DOING?
IS THAT YOUR CAR?
OK, LISTEN.
SHUT UP. SHUT UP.
LISTEN, TELL
YOUR DAD. LISTEN!
YOU NEED $250,
DRIVER'S LICENSE,
AND INSURANCE.
YOU GO DOWN
TO THE TOW PLACE,
AND YOU PICK UP
YOUR CAR.
EVERYTHING
WILL BE FINE.
LISTEN,
JUST UNHOOK IT.
I'M SORRY.
ZANE, WE'VE BEEN HERE
FOR 2 MINUTES, MAN.
WHAT'S GOING ON?
WHAT'S GOING ON?
HE WANTS TO TOW
OUR FUCKING CAR.
KID, WHAT'S
YOUR NAME? THE CAR IS
IN A BUS STOP
AND I'M TOWING
THE FUCKING CAR,
OK?
LISTEN,
WE'RE HERE NOW.
CAN YOU DO ME A FAVOR
AND UNHOOK THE CAR
AND FORGET ABOUT THIS?
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
MY NAME'S FRANKIE.
HOW YOU DOING?
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
GLEN.
GLEN, LISTEN, LISTEN,
WE'RE HERE.
CAN YOU JUST KINDLY
JUST DROP THE CAR?
WE'LL HAVE
NO PROBLEM HERE.
CAN YOU DO THAT
FOR US, PLEASE?
I CAN'T DO THAT.
THIS IS MY JOB.
LISTEN, HOW CAN YOU
DO THAT?
THE CAR'S
IN THE FUCKIN'
TOWAWAY ZONE.
DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE,
ALL RIGHT?
I'M ASKING YOU
VERY NICELY HERE.
DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE.
UNHOOK THE CAR,
BEFORE I PUNCH YOU
IN YOUR FACE.
DON'T THREATEN ME!
YOU SHUT UP!
YOU KNOW,
FOR THE FIRST TIME,
I'M REALIZING
HOW STUPID YOU ARE.
STUPID?
I'M NOT STUPID.
OH, I'M STUPID?
YEAH, YOU'RE STUPID.
HOW MANY TIMES
DID I BEAT YOU
IN TRIVIAL PURSUIT?
WHAT DOES
THAT MATTER?
WHAT THE HELL
DOES THAT MATTER?
HOW MANY TIMES
DID I BEAT YOU
IN TRIVIAL PURSUIT?
WHAT DOES IT MATTER?
YOU'RE STILL STUPID.
SHUT UP!
HOW MANY PEGS
DO I GET?
MIKEY, HOW MANY PEGS
DO I GET?
SHUT UP!
HOW MANY PEGS
DO I GET?
HE KNOWS HOW MANY PEGS
YOU GET. HE KNOWS
YOU ALWAYS WIN
BECAUSE WE ALWAYS
ASK YOU THE JUNIOR
EDITION QUESTIONS.
WHOA, WHOA,
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!
I'VE GOT
A JOB TO DO, OK?
LOOK, I'M SORRY.
I'M SORRY I LOST MY HEAD.
I'M SORRY.
I GOT A SMALL TEMPER.
I JUST LOSE IT.
WE ALL GOT
TEMPERS.
CAN I JUST TALK TO YOU
ON THE SIDE HERE?
CAN I JUST TALK TO YOU?
I'M SORRY.
YOUR NAME'S GLEN,
RIGHT?
RIGHT.
LET'S GO OVER HERE
AND TALK.
I'M SORRY, ALL RIGHT?
I'M SORRY, OK?
YEAH, SO WHAT?
DO YOU KNOW
WHO MY FATHER IS?
YOU GOT TO KNOW MY FATHER.
NO. WHO'S
YOUR FATHER?
MY FATHER'S GOT
A MECHANIC'S SHOP
ON 18th STREET.
ROSIE?
ROSIE.
THAT'S MY FATHER.
YOUR ROSIE'S SON?
YEAH, I'M ROSIE'S SON.
ME AND ROSIE
ARE GOOD FRIENDS.
I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM
IN YEARS.
HEY, DOES HE STILL
HAVE THAT BEAUTIFUL
SISTER LUISA?
LUISA. LUISA.
SO BEAUTIFUL.
LISTEN, MY FATHER IS
NOT GOING TO LIKE THIS.
YOU KNOW THAT.
HE'LL BE VERY ANGRY
IF WE DON'T WORK
SOMETHING OUT.
WHAT CAN YOU DO
FOR US?
WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST?
YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE
THE CAR DOWN, RIGHT?
YOU'RE GOING--
YOU'RE GOING--
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
I GOT TO TELL YOU
THIS STORY.
I HAD A--
LISTEN, I GOT--
NO, LISTEN.
YOU GOT TO LISTEN.
I HAD--I HAD THIS
FUCKING COLONIC IN 'NAM
AND YOUR FATHER--
YOUR FATHER,
HE HELD ME DOWN
AT THE DOCTOR
AND THEY STUCK
THAT FUCKIN' TUBE
UP MY ASS!
THAT WAS A FUCKIN'--
NO, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT,
WAIT, WAIT.
ARE YOU GOING TO
TAKE MY CAR OFF?
I GOT TO GO.
WE'LL DO IT.
WE'LL DO IT. YOU GOT
TO LISTEN TO THIS.
ANOTHER TIME, I WAS
IN THIS WHOREHOUSE,
YOUR FATHER--
I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING,
I TURNED OVER AND
I GRABBED HER PUSSY.
I REALLY
GOTTA GO, OK?
I KNOW, I KNOW, BUT I
HAVE TO TELL YOU THIS.
ANOTHER TIME,
THERE WAS THIS
REALLY HOT CHICK.
HE LOVED THIS VIETNAMESE,
BEAUTIFUL GIRL.
WELL, ONE NIGHT,
I FUCKED HER UP,
AND YOUR FATHER,
HE BEAT MY FACE IN.
AND THE NEXT DAY,
HE SAVED MY LIFE.
REALLY?
THAT'S GREAT.
WE GOTTA GO. LISTEN,
I GOT A DEAD BODY
IN THE CAR,
AND I GOT TO MEET
THIS GUY JOJO.
RIGHT. YOU GOT
A DEAD BODY IN THE CAR?
WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
I'M JOKING.
LISTEN, I APPRECIATE
THIS, ALL RIGHT?
YOU WANT
TO DO THE TRUCK?
GET THE TRUCK DOWN?
PUT THE CAR DOWN?
YEAH, YEAH.
HEY, WATCH YOURSELF.
I'LL TELL LUISA.
ALL RIGHT.
ALL RIGHT?
SHE'LL GIVE YOU
A CALL.
MAYBE HE'S UPSTAIRS.
I HOPE
THIS BASTARD'S HOME.
I GOT TO TAKE
A SHIT, MAN.
OH, ARE YOU GUYS
ALL RIGHT?
WHAT THE FUCK'S
WRONG WITH YOU?
YOU KILLED ONE PERSON.
ISN'T THAT ENOUGH?
SHUT THE FUCK UP,
YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.
I GOT FUCKING GAS PAINS,
MAN.
I GOT TO TAKE A SHIT
SO BAD,
IT'S SQUEEZING
BETWEEN MY ASSHOLE.
GOD DAMN.
ZANE.
WHAT?
WHAT IF THIS GUY
AIN'T HOME, MAN?
Man: WHO IS IT?
WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING?
IT'S YOUR SISTER.
OPEN THE DOOR, JO.
IT'S FUCKING LATE, JO.
JO, WHAT THE FUCK
ARE YOU DOING?
YOU SAID
THIS GUY WAS COOL, MAN.
YOU ALL RIGHT?
I'M ALL RIGHT.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I TOLD YOU
I WAS COMING OVER, JO.
WHO ARE THESE
FUCKING FAGGOTS?
THEY'RE MY FRIENDS.
THEY'RE GOOD.
YOU LOOK GOOD, JO.
HOW'S THAT FUCKING
WEIGHT WATCHERS GOING?
YOU LOOK GOOD.
GET OUT OF SIGHT.
GET OUT OF SIGHT.
OUT OF SIGHT?
GET OUT OF SIGHT.
WHERE ARE YOU GOING,
JO?
STAY THERE. STAY THERE.
JO, VIETNAM'S OVER.
STAY. STAY.
FUCKING AGENT ORANGE.
HE'S FUCKING SNIFFING IT.
LOOK AT THIS
FUCKING FAT--
JO, WHAT IS THIS?
ALL RIGHT, GET IN.
YOU OK?
GET IN.
GET IN!
JO. JO.
GET IN.
I'M ALL RIGHT. GET IN.
GET THE FUCK IN.
WHAT THE FUCK
IS WRONG WITH YOU, MAN?
SO, JOJO,
HOW YOU FEELING, BUDDY?
YOU LOOK GOOD.
THANKS. THANK YOU.
WEIGHT WATCHERS.
WEIGHT WATCHERS?
JOJO, WHEN
ARE THESE GUYS
GOING TO LEAVE?
SOON.
SOON, HONEY, SOON.
I'LL TAKE CARE
OF YOU LATER.
JO, YOU THINK
WE NEED THESE PEOPLE HERE?
THIS IS MY FAMILY.
NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.
SO, UH...
HAVE A SEAT.
HAVE A SEAT,
YEAH.
JESUS CHRIST.
IT'S A LITTLE SMALL
IN HERE, JO.
GOT BIG PEOPLE
IN YOUR FAMILY.
JUST DO WHA I SAY.
SO, UH...
SO, HOW YOU DOING?
ALL RIGHT.
WHAT ARE YOU
HERE FOR?
JO, LISTEN,
I HAD A LITTLE ACCIDENT.
WHAT KIND
OF ACCIDENT?
AN ACCIDENT.
YOU SEE MY FRIEND RAY
OVER THERE?
YEAH.
WHAT ABOUT HIM?
I SHOT HIS BROTHER
IN THE NECK.
YOU KILLED HIM?
YEAH, I KILLED HIM.
HE'S FUCKING DEAD.
I SHOT HIM
IN THE NECK.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
WAS HE A BIG GUY
OR A SMALL GUY?
HE'S A MEDIUM GUY.
WHERE DID YOU SHOOT HIM,
IN A CAR, IN A HOUSE,
A BASEMENT?
I SHOT HIM IN THE BASEMENT
OF MY FRIEND'S HOUSE.
HOW ARE YOU
GOING TO GET HIM OUT?
WHAT THE FUCK
ARE THESE QUESTIONS, MAN?
YOU SOME KIND OF FREAK?
NO FREAKS HERE.
NO FREAKS HERE.
WE'RE HIP, YOU KNOW.
YOU WANT ME
TO DO YOU A FAVOR?
I'LL DO YOU A FAVOR.
Zane: RAY, RAY.
SO WHAT DO WE DO?
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME
TO DO?
YOU GOT TO WASH HIM.
HOW DO YOU WASH HIM?
WITH ALCOHOL
AND BLEACH.
YOU NEED
ALCOHOL AND BLEACH.
YOU GOT TO GET
RUBBER GLOVES.
THERE'S BLOOD
ALL OVER THE HOUSE?
ALL OVER THE HOUSE.
NO, NO,
IN THE BASEMENT.
I KNOW.
ALL OVER THE BASEMENT.
YOU GOT TO CLEAN
THE WHOLE BASEMENT.
ALL RIGHT. WE'LL CLEAN
THE WHOLE BASEMENT.
YOU GOT TO GET
RUBBER GLOVES,
CLEAN THE BASEMENT.
SO WHAT ARE
WE GOING TO DO
WITH HIS FUCKING BODY?
WHERE IS THE BODY?
I TOLD YOU HE'S
IN THE FUCKING TRUNK.
THE TRUNK HAVE
A LINING?
THE TRUNK HAVE A LINING?
EVERY CAR'S GOT A LINING.
YOU GOT TO RIP
THAT FUCKING LINING
OUT.
IT'S ALL FULL
OF BLOOD.
THE SEATS
ARE FULL OF BLOOD.
WE CAN'T DO THAT.
NO WAY.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN
WE CAN'T DO THAT?
IT'S MY DAD'S CAR.
WE CAN'T RIP
THE LINING OUT.
Jo: WHAT ARE YOU,
A FUCKING FAGGOT?
BURN THE FUCKING
CAR.
LOOK, I DON'T DO NOTHING
IN FRONT OF MY FAMILY.
LET'S GO DOWNSTAIRS
TO MY OFFICE.
JO.
THERE'S A HUNDRED
FUCKING GUYS
LOOKING FOR ME.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
IT'S ME.
PUT THAT GUN AWAY.
GO IN THE OFFICE.
GO IN THE OFFICE.
FUCKING TOOTHLESS BASTARD.
GO IN MY OFFICE.
Zane: LET'S GO, MAN.
LOOK AT YOU.
IN MY OFFICE.
IN MY OFFICE.
PUT THE GUN AWAY.
YOU'RE GONNA WIND UP
SHOOTING SOMEBODY.
COME ON IN HERE.
COME ON IN, FELLAS.
WELCOME
TO THE TAJ MAHAL.
Sal: THAT MONDAY MORNING,
THE COPS BROUGHT JOJO DOWN
TO THE PRECINCT.
HE WAS WEARING A T-SHIRT
THAT SAID
"I'D RATHER BE NAKED"
WITH DRIED-UP BLOOD
ALL OVER HIS HANDS AND FACE.
THE COPS PUT JOJO
IN THE CELL WITH ME,
AND AT FIRST
WE DIDN'T TALK,
BUT THEN JOJO
BEGAN TO EXPLAIN
WHAT WAS GOING ON.
Jojo: I'M GOING
TO FIX IT TOMORROW.
Sal: HE KEPT TELLING ME,
WHATEVER YOU DO,
DON'T TELL THEM ANYTHING.
DON'T TELL THEM YOUR NAME,
DON'T TELL THEM
WHERE YOU LIVE.
DON'T TELL THEM ANYTHING.
KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT
AND GET A GOOD LAWYER.
I THANKED JOJO
FOR HIS ADVICE,
BUT I KNOW THAT I WASN'T
THE ONE WHO WAS IN TROUBLE.
Jojo:
TAKE IT EASY
WITH MY FLOOR.
SO LISTEN, UH...
SO CAN YOU GET RID
OF THE BODY?
YEAH, I CAN GET RID
OF THE BODY.
MY BROTHER
OWNS A CEMETERY
ON 59th STREET.
OH, THAT'S GREAT, THEN.
GREAT?
LISTEN,
I'LL BRING THE BODY IN--
I DON'T WANT
NO BODIES DOWN HERE.
JO, WHAT DO YOU
WANT ME TO DO, THEN?
I NEED
A THOUSAND DOLLARS
IF YOU WANT ME
TO DO THIS FOR YOU.
A WHAT?
I NEED
A THOUSAND DOLLARS.
JO, A THOUSAND BUCKS?
COME ON, JO.
HOW MANY TIMES
I HELP YOU OUT, MAN?
YEAH, YOU HELP ME OUT
A LOT,
BUT I NEED
A THOUSAND DOLLARS
TO DO THIS JOB.
JO, COME ON, MAN.
I DON'T HAVE NO MONEY.
WANT ME TO SEE
WHETHER I CAN GET
A BETTER PRICE?
YEAH, MAN.
HELP US OUT.
LET ME SEE
WHAT I CAN DO FOR YOU.
WHAT HAPPENED
TO YOUR HAND?
I BUSTED IT ON SOME
COCKSUCKER'S NOSE.
LOOK WHAT HAPPENED
TO IT.
WHO'D YOU BUST?
SOME MOTHERFUCKER
DOWN THE BLOCK.
[ZANE LAUGHS]
YOU BREAK HIS NOSE?
I BROKE HIS WHOLE
FUCKING FACE.
THE BEST I CAN DO
IS $500 AND A THUMB.
A THUMB?
YEAH, A THUMB.
KNOW WHAT
A FUCKING THUMB IS?
Zane:
A THUMB?
WAIT A MINUTE.
WHOSE THUMB ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
YOUR BROTHER'S.
NO WAY.
I'M NOT GOING
TO DO THAT.
JUST RELAX.
LET ME--
NO.
WHAT DO YOU WANT
TO DO, THEN, RAY?
CAN I TAKE CARE OF THIS
OR WHAT?
ALL RIGHT,
THAT'S WHY WE'RE HERE.
YEAH, YOU'VE BEEN
TAKING CARE OF THIS,
ALL RIGHT.
ALL RIGHT.
JO, THAT'S GOOD.
WE'LL BE BACK.
ALL RIGHT.
WHEN DO YOU WANT US
TO COME BACK HERE?
IN AN HOUR.
I WANT YOU BACK HERE
IN AN HOUR.
YOU GOT IT.
ONE HOUR.
I WANT $500 AND A THUMB.
REMEMBER THE THUMB.
ALL RIGHT. ONE HOUR,
HERE, DOWNSTAIRS.
IF I DON'T GET
THE THUMB,
I'M GOING TO TAKE
YOUR THUMB.
ALL RIGHT, JO.
BE BACK.
ZANE, WHERE ARE WE
GOING TO GET $500?
YEAH, IT'S ZANE.
WHAT?
YEAH, YEAH. I'M DOWN HERE
AT BATH AND 49th
AT CROPSEY BAGELS.
YEAH, YEAH,
I GOT THE STUFF, MAN.
YOU TOLD HIM
IT'S GOOD.
SHUT UP, MAN!
IT'S BETTER
THAN GOOD.
Zane: WHAT? YEAH.
I CAN'T
GO THROUGH WITH THIS.
ZANE'S GOING
TO GET THE MONEY.
FUCK ZANE
AND FUCK THAT MONEY.
HE'S A NUT.
THE GUY'S A JUNKIE,
MIKEY.
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE
A JUNKIE BURYING
YOUR BROTHER, HUH?
YEAH, MEET ME
AT THE PIER IN 5 MINUTES.
LOOK, SAY YOU GOT
TO GO HOME, OK?
SAY YOUR FATHER
NEEDS THE CAR
OR SOMETHING.
TAKE CHICKEN AND ZANE HOME.
I'LL GO CALL THE COPS.
NO, WE CAN'T DO THAT.
HE'S GOING TO FIND
THE BODY IN THE TRUNK.
WE'LL TAKE MARK
BACK TO MY BASEMENT.
ALL RIGHT?
SHOW UP. ALL RIGHT.
LET'S GO, MAN.
HOW MUCH YOU GET?
HOW MUCH YOU GET?
500 BUCKS.
COME ON, MAN!
THAT STUFF IS WORTH
10 TIMES THAT AMOUNT!
DON'T BREAK MY BALLS.
WE NEED THE MONEY,
MAN.
YOU GAVE ME
A PROMISE.
WE GOT TO BURY
A FUCKING BODY RIGHT NOW,
ALL RIGHT?
FUCK ARIZONA.
YOU DON'T NEED TO GO--
BUT MY PARENTS,
THEY SENT ME A LETTER.
THEY WANT US
TO COME DOWN.
OH, YEAH? THEN IF
YOUR PARENTS WANT YOU
TO COME DOWN SO MUCH,
WHY DIDN'T YOU GO
WITH THEM?
HUH? WHY AREN'T YOU
WITH THEM NOW?
THINK ABOUT IT, CHICK.
THINK.
Sal: OUT OF ALL THE GUYS,
I KNEW CHICKEN
THE LONGEST AND THE BEST.
WE WENT TO CATHOLIC
GRADE SCHOOL TOGETHER,
ST. MARY'S
DOWN ON 23rd AVENUE.
WHEN CHICKEN WAS 10,
HE AND HIS BROTHER DAVID
WERE COMING HOME
FROM A YANKEE GAME,
AND RIGHT IN FRONT
OF CAVALERO PARK
ON BATH AVENUE,
2 KIDS PULLED ASIDE
DAVID'S CAR
AND SHOT HIM
IN THE FACE.
I WAS IN THE PARK
WHEN THAT HAPPENED,
AND ME AND A FEW KIDS
RAN TO DAVID'S CAR.
THAT WAS THE FIRST DEAD BODY
I HAD EVER SEEN.
CHICKEN,
I DON'T KNOW HOW,
WAS ALIVE
IN THE BACK SEAT SOBBING,
"THE YANKEES LOST.
THE YANKEES LOST."
AFTER THAT INCIDENT,
CHICKEN STARTED
DOING DRUGS AT ABOUT 12.
AND AT 15, HIS MOTHER
SENT HIM TO REHAB.
WHEN CHICKEN
GOT OUT OF REHAB,
HIS MOTHER HAD MOVED
TO ARIZONA,
BUT SHE DIDN'T TELL HIM.
RECENTLY, ZANE AND CHICKEN
WERE TALKING ABOUT
MOVING TO ARIZONA
WHEN THEY GOT ENOUGH MONEY.
I EVEN LENT THEM $100.
I KNEW WHO KILLED
CHICKEN'S BROTHER,
BUT I NEVER TOLD HIM.
I GUESS YOU CAN SAY,
LIKE THE OTHER PEOPLE
IN GRAVESEND,
I LOOKED THE OTHER WAY
AND FORGOT WHAT I SAW
AND WHAT I HEARD.
I'M GOING TO GO
OUTSIDE, TOO.
MAYBE SMOKE A JOINT
OR SOMETHING.
Zane: THANKS, MAN.
I'M SORRY I'M LATE, BRO.
Tony:
WHERE'S THE STUFF?
Zane: HOW YOU DOING?
COME ON, MAN,
WHAT ABOUT THAT?
HOW YOU DOING, ZANE?
WHERE'S THE STUFF?
GOOD, MAN.
HERE.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT?
NOTHING, MAN.
I'M IN A BIND,
THAT'S ALL.
HMM?
IT AIN'T STOLEN?
STOLEN? COME ON, MAN.
YOU KNOW ME BETTER
THAN THAT, TONE.
YOU SOLD SOME
STOLEN SHIT
TO RICK LAST WEEK.
RICK? THAT RAT?
YOU'RE GOING
TO BELIEVE HIM, TONE?
COME ON, MAN,
YOU KNOW ME
BETTER THAN THAT.
MIKEY, PULL AWAY, MAN.
THEY'RE GONE.
THEY'RE BOTH GONE.
COME ON.
MIKEY!
WE GOT TO GO
TO THE POLICE, MAN.
WE KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.
I DON'T WANT
TO GO TO JAIL.
YOU DON'T EITHER.
COME ON, PULL AWAY.
HOW MUCH YOU WANT
FOR IT?
LISTEN, JUST GIVE ME 500.
I'M IN A BIND, MAN.
YOU REALLY GOT
TO HELP ME OUT, OK?
500. THAT'S IT?
YEAH, MAN.
COME ON, MAN.
I'M IN A BIND.
I REALLY AM, TONE.
LET ME
ASK YOU SOMETHING, ZANE.
YOU BEEN DEALING
AROUND HERE LATELY?
COME ON, MAN.
DID I CALL YOU TONIGHT?
NO, I'M NOT DEALING.
PUT YOUR HANDS
ON THE DASHBOARD.
COME ON, MAN.
PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS
ON THE DASHBOARD!
MIKEY, COME ON.
I'M NOT GOING
TO LEAVE THEM HERE.
YES, YOU CAN.
COME ON, MIKEY.
I'M SERIOUS.
COME ON.
FUCKING ZANE, MAN,
HE ABUSES YOUR ASS.
HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU.
WHEN ARE YOU
GOING TO WAKE UP?
GET OUT
OF THE FUCKING CAR!
DON'T LET ME HEAR
YOU BEEN DEALING
IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD
AGAIN
UNLESS YOU PAY UP.
YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
ALL RIGHT, TONE.
TAKE IT EASY, MAN.
"TAKE IT EASY, MAN"?
I DON'T WANT
TO FUCKING HEAR IT.
ALL RIGHT, MAN.
ARE YOU TRYING
TO FUCK ME UP THE ASS?
HUH? ANSWER ME!
YOU WANT TO FUCK ME
UP THE ASS?!
I DON'T WANT
TO FUCK YOU UP THE ASS.
SHIT!
OH, MAN.
THEY'RE FUCKING
COMING DOWN ON ME,
ZANE!
FUCK, MAN.
JUST GET OUT OF
THE FUCKING CAR.
GET THE FUCK
OUT OF THE CAR!
I NEED THE 500, MAN.
MAN, YOU GOT
SOME SERIOUS BALLS.
YOU SEE THIS
RIGHT HERE?
THIS IS YOUR
FUCKING LIFE.
I GIVE THIS TO THEM,
THIS IS YOUR LIFE.
YOU WANT THIS, OR
YOU WANT YOUR LIFE?
Chicken:
WHAT HAPPENED?
Zane: JUST GET
IN THE CAR.
YOU GOT THE MONEY?
TAKE OFF, MIKEY.
WHAT HAPPENED?
WHERE'S THE MONEY?
JUST TAKE OFF, MIKEY.
I'LL BE BACK
IN A MINUTE, ALL RIGHT?
Ray: WHAT,
WE CAN'T COME?
NO, MAN.
SHE'S TOO SENSITIVE.
ALL RIGHT?
CHILL OUT.
CHICKEN, IF WE DON'T
GET THE MONEY FROM HER,
WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?
RAY, DON'T THINK LIKE THAT.
WE'LL GET THE MONEY.
WHAT ARE WE
GOING TO DO, THOUGH,
IF WE DON'T GET
THE MONEY?
WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
HE'LL GET THE MONEY.
Woman: WHO IS IT?
IT'S ME, MARE.
HI, HONEY.
WHAT ARE YOU
SMILING ABOUT?
HI.
HOW YOU DOING?
Older woman:
WANT A GLASS?
NO, THAT'S OK.
NO, THAT'S OK.
WE'LL BE IN
IN A SECOND.
HOW ARE YOU DOING?
FINE.
GOOD.
YOU LOOK GOOD.
I GOT TO TALK TO HER
FOR A LITTLE BIT.
OK.
THANKS.
I CAN'T BELIEVE
YOU MISSED--STOP.
HOW ABOUT A KISS?
LISTEN, I DON'T WANT
TO TALK TO YOU HERE.
I ALREADY TOLD MY MOTHER
I'M NOT EVEN
SPEAKING TO YOU ANYMORE,
ALL RIGHT?
SHE LOVES ME.
SHE CAN'T STAND YOU.
NO. LET'S GO IN THERE.
I'M NOT TALK--
I'M NOT--
DON'T TOUCH ME.
WHY ARE YOU BEING
SUCH A JERK?
DON'T TOUCH ME.
LET'S GO IN THERE.
WHY ARE YOU BEING
SUCH A JERK?
STOP. STOP.
GET AWAY FROM ME.
YOU MAKE ME SICK.
DON'T SAY THAT.
WHY YOU PISSING ME OFF?
LOOK, IF YOU WANT
TO TALK TO ME,
WE HAVE TO GO IN THERE.
I DON'T WANT TO MAKE THIS
A PUBLIC SPECTACLE.
IN THERE?
THERE'S TOO MANY
FUCKING--
WE ARE GOING
TO THE COPS.
WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
WE GET THE 500 BUCKS--
LOOK. LOOK!
WE ARE DRIVING AROUND
IN A CAR
WITH MARK'S BODY IN IT.
DON'T YOU THINK
IF WE GET CAUGHT,
WE'RE GOING
TO GO TO JAIL?
NO SHIT!
BUT WE AIN'T
GONNA GET CAUGHT.
DON'T YOU THINK
WE'RE GONNA GO
TO JAIL?
WE'RE GONNA GO TO JAIL
IF WE GO TO THE COPS, MAN.
LOOK, IF WE GO
TO THE COPS,
WE TELL THEM
WHAT HAPPENED,
THAT IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE,
TRUST ZANE.
I'VE BEEN TRUSTING HIM
ALL MY LIFE.
HOW CAN YOU TRUST ZANE?
HE JUST KILLED
MY FUCKING BROTHER.
GIVE ME A KISS FIRST.
NO.
GIVE ME A KISS FIRST.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
THIS IS HARD FOR ME, MARE.
I'M IN A--
WHAT'S HARD FOR YOU?
I NEED 500 BUCKS.
YOU NEED $500?
FOR WHAT?
IT'S NOT IMPORTANT.
YOU WANT ME
TO GIVE YOU $500--
DO YOU LOVE ME?
I CAN'T BELIEVE
YOU COME HERE--
YOU WERE SUPPOSED
TO TAKE ME OUT LAST NIGHT.
OK, YOU SHOW UP A DAY--
WHAT GOOD ARE YOU?
YOU'RE USELESS?
WHY YOU PUTTING ME DOWN?
THAT'S NOT RIGHT.
FUCKING HURT
MY FEELINGS, MARE.
YOU GOT A LOT OF NERVE.
YOU NEVER TAKE ME OUT.
YOU NEVER TAKE ME
ANYWHERE.
WHERE DO YOU WANT ME
TO TAKE YOU, MARE?
WHY ARE YOU STARTING?
WHERE YOU WANT ME
TO TAKE YOU, HUH?
YOU WANT TO GO
TO MacDONALD'S?
WHAT DO YOU WANT
TO DO?
IS THAT THE BEST
YOU CAN THINK OF--
MacDONALD'S?
WHAT, DO YOU WANT
TO GO TO A SHOW?
YOU DON'T EVEN
FUCK ME, FOR GOD'S SAKE.
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT GOOD YOU ARE.
IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?
I DON'T THINK SO.
NO.
COME ON.
I'M NOT FOOLING AROUND
WITH YOU IN THE HALLWAY.
MY GOD.
WE DON'T HAVE SEX
FOR 2 WEEKS,
YOU WANT TO DO IT
IN THE HALLWAY?
WHY ARE YOU
FUCKING NAGGING?
YOU'RE STARTING
TO PISS ME OFF.
STOP NAGGING ME.
YOU'RE A GODDAMN
PSYCHOPATH.
SHUT UP. SHUT UP.
YOU NEED
PSYCHIATRIC TREATMENT.
DID YOU GET
THE MONEY?
NO, I DIDN'T
GET THE MONEY.
LET'S GO.
YOU DIDN'T GET THE MONEY?
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
DON'T TOUCH ME, CHICK.
YOU DIDN'T GET
THE MONEY?
NO, I DIDN'T
GET THE MONEY,
ALL RIGHT?
JUST DROP IT.
ZANE, ZANE,
LISTEN TO ME.
WE WERE TALKING
OUT HERE BEFORE,
AND MAYBE
THE BEST BET
IS TO JUST GO
TO THE COPS, MAN.
WE WERE GOING TO GO
TO THE COPS--
YOU WERE GOING
TO LEAVE ME HERE?
NO. WE'RE ALL
GOING TO GO
TO THE COPS.
YOU'RE GOING
TO FUCKING SCUMBAG ME?
YOU GUYS WERE
GOING TO FUCKING SCUMBAG ME?
WHAT WERE YOU
GOING TO DO, THEN?
WE'LL GO TO THE COPS.
I'LL MAKE THE STATEMENT,
OK?
GO TO THE FUCKING COPS.
AND WHAT?
GET SOME FUCKING
JEW LAWYER?
WHAT'S HE GOING TO DO
FOR US? HUH?
TELL THEM
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
WHAT?
WE DON'T GOT NO MONEY
FOR NO FUCKING LAWYER,
AND WE'RE GOING TO GO
TO JAIL?
FUCK THE JAIL.
I'M NOT GOING
TO NO FUCKING JAIL,
GUYS.
WHAT'S THE OPTIONS?
WHAT'S THE ALTERNATIVE?
YOU TELL ME THAT.
COPS OR WE LET JOJO
TAKE CARE OF IT.
WHAT ARE WE
GOING TO DO?
WHERE ARE WE
GOING TO GET
THE MONEY, THOUGH?
I DON'T KNOW.
WE GOT TO SIT DOWN
AND TALK ABOUT IT.
I'M TAKING THE NETS.
I DON'T KNOW, MAN.
KINGS ARE MUCH SAFER.
6 1/2 UNDERDOGS--
YOU TAKE THE KINGS,
I'LL TAKE THE NETS.
YOU PICK 2 TEAMS,
I'LL PICK 2 TEAMS.
THAT'S FINE.
WE CAN EACH DO A TEASE.
YOU DO A TEASE,
I'LL DO A PARLAY,
ALL RIGHT?
JUST LOOK
AT THE PAPER.
IT AIN'T AS SAFE
TO DO A PARLAY.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW
WHAT THAT IS.
SHUT UP.
LOOK AT THE PAPER,
PLEASE.
SHUT UP.
EVEN IF YOU DO WIN,
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET
THE MONEY UNTIL MONDAY.
THAT'S WHAT I SAID.
NOW SHUT UP.
WE KNOW THAT.
EXCUSE ME, GUYS.
HEY, WHAT'S UP?
HI.
HOW ARE YOU?
GOOD TO SEE YOU.
Mary:
LET'S GO TO THE GARAGE.
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT,
ALL RIGHT.
ZANE! ZANE!
WHAT ARE YA DOING?!
FUCKING CUNT!
FUCK YOU!
YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCK
ABOUT MY PROBLEMS.
Ray: JUST KEEP
WALKING AWAY, MAN.
FUCK!
RAY, GET HIM!
CUNT.
YOU FUCKING WHORE!
YOU FUCKING WHORE.
DON'T EVER CALL ME AGAIN,
YOU WHORE.
FUCKING CUNT!
ZANE, CHILL, CHILL.
IT'S ALL RIGHT, MAN.
YOU KEEP WALKING AWAY.
WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS
LET ME DO IT?
IT WASN'T WORTH IT, BRO.
SHE WOULDN'T GIVE US
THE 500 BUCKS ANYWAY.
ZANE!
WHO CARES?
WHO CARES?
WE GOT TO WORRY
ABOUT GETTING $500.
WE GOT TO THINK
OF SOME IDEAS,
AND ONE OF THE IDEAS
IS THAT, MIKEY,
YOUR FATHER'S GOT
ALL THAT MONEY.
ABSOLUTELY NOT.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT."
WE'RE GOING.
NO, WE'RE NOT GOING.
WHY NOT?
HE HATES YOU,
HE HATES HIM,
HE HATES ME.
YOU GO IN.
NO!
THAT IS THE LAST RESORT!
DON'T FUCKING
YELL AT ME,
ALL RIGHT?
ZANE, ZANE, ZANE,
WHAT ABOUT THAT STORE
THAT GOT
THAT KOREAN GUY
DOWN THE STREET?
NO, I'M NOT ROBBING
THE FUCKING STORE, MAN.
THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.
NO!
I'M NOT FUCKING
DOING IT!
WE'LL BE IN AND OUT
LIKE THAT.
ONE MINUTE.
NO!
PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP!
PUT THEM UP!
PUT THEM UP!
OPEN THE GODDAMN REGISTER,
OR I'LL BLOW YOU IN THE HEAD.
GET ON THE REGISTER!
GET THE HELL OVER THERE!
KEEP YOUR GODDAMN HANDS UP.
HOW CAN I OPEN IT
IF I CAN'T MOVE MY HANDS?
ALL RIGHT, GUYS,
SHUT UP.
JUST OPEN THE DRAWER.
DON'T FUCK WITH ME!
OPEN THE REGISTER,
OR I'LL BLOW
YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!
[BUZZING]
JESUS CHRIST!
WHAT'S WRONG?
WAIT. PUSH CLEAR.
FUCKING ASSHOLE!
WAIT A MINUTE.
YOU HAVE TO PRESS
"NO SALE."
I USED TO WORK
IN THE 7-ELEVEN
DOWN THE STREET.
PRESS "NO SALE."
YOU PUSH "CLEAR" HERE--
MIKEY, DON'T...
YOU HAVE TO BUY SOMETHING.
KEEP AN EYE
ON THE GODDAMN DOOR.
RING IN
A THING OF GUM.
SHIT!
[REGISTER OPENS]
ALL RIGHT.
WHERE'S THE MONEY?
WHERE'S THE MONEY,
I SAID!
MY FATHER TOOK THE MONEY
15 MINUTES AGO.
GO AHEAD.
TAKE THE $4.00.
WE'RE IN. WE'RE IN.
LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.
COME ON,
LET'S GET THE MONEY
AND GO.
DON'T FUCKING TELL ME--
SHUT UP!
I TOLD YOU FUCKERS--
I TOLD YOU GUYS--
...WHILE YOU'RE
AT IT, HUH?
SHUT UP!
I TOLD YOU GUYS
WE SHOULD NEVER
GODDAMN ROB THIS--
WHAT ARE WE
GOING TO DO?
LET'S JUST
SHOOT HIM.
LET'S JUST
SHOOT HIM.
WE CAN'T SHOOT HIM.
WHAT IS THAT
GOING TO DO?
GO START
THE GODDAMN CAR.
KEYS!
KEEP YOUR HANDS UP.
WHY DON'T YOU
ROB THE STORE AND GO?
SHUT UP!
I DON'T LIKE
THE GUN ANYMORE.
TIE HIM UP.
I AIN'T DOING
NOTHING KINKY, MAN.
PUT YOUR HANDS UP!
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
SHUT UP.
"OH, LET'S GO
ROB THE STORE."
LET'S GO ROB
THE STORE, RIGHT?
GET DOWN.
GET DOWN ON THE GROUND.
GET DOWN, MAN.
GET DOWN! GO ON!
I DON'T HAVE
ANY ROPE.
WHAT AM I
GOING TO DO?
GIVE ME SOME ROPE.
I NEED ROPE.
WHAT DO I TIE UP,
HIS ARMS OR LEGS?
ALL RIGHT,
I'LL HOG-TIE
HIS ARMS.
TIE HIS EYES UP.
I'LL SHOOT YOU, MAN.
DON'T TAKE YOUR
THING OFF, ZANE.
HE CAN'T SEE ME.
GOOD, GOOD.
SHIT.
GO CHECK ON RAY.
SIR, WE'LL BE
CLOSING UP SOON.
SORRY FOR
THE INCONVENIENCE.
WHERE'S MR. COU?
HE HAD A LITTLE
ACCIDENT TONIGHT--
ACCIDENT? WHAT,
IS HE ALL RIGHT?
YEAH, HE'S OK.
WHAT HAPPENED
TO HIM?
I DON'T KNOW.
I FILLED IN FOR HIM.
WHO ARE YOU?
I'M HIS NEPHEW.
I'M--I'M JOKING.
IS THAT IT?
MY MAGAZINE.
EVERY WEEK I COME IN,
I DO THE...
YOUR MAGAZINE.
THE NEW YORKER.
NEW YORKER. OK.
NEW YORKER,
NOT NEW YORK.
NEW YORKER.
NEW YORKER.
THAT'S NEW YORK, SIR.
BUT I WANT
THE NEW YORKE,
THE ONE ON TOP
OF IT.
WHERE'S MR. COU?
I ALWAYS
COME IN HERE,
I GET IT.
WELL, I HAD
MY SUBSCRIPTION.
IT LAPSED.
IT'S 2.95.
I'M SORRY I'M BEING
SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS.
NO, THAT'S OK.
"SILENT SPERM."
YOU KNOW WHY
THEY DO THAT?
'CAUSE THEY WAN TO SELL IT.
THEY USED
TO WRITE THINGS
YOU'D WANT TO READ.
YOU'D BE INTERESTED
IN WHAT THEY
WERE SAYING.
NOW IT'S, LIKE,
"BUY ME!
SILENT SPERM!"
I MIGHT AS WELL
READ COSMO.
THIS INFURIATES ME,
YOU KNOW?
COSMO.
GREAT LEGS.
SIR, LISTEN,
I'M SORRY TO BE RUDE--
WHAT IS THIS?
YOU SAID COSMO.
NO, NO, NO, NO!
WHAT IS THIS?
I DON'T GET THIS.
WHAT DO YOU WANT,
THEN?
WHERE'S MR. COU?
WE ALREADY
WENT OVER THIS.
WHY ARE YOU
YELLING AT ME?
HE'S OFF TONIGHT.
AND I YELLING?
I'M SORRY.
I MEAN, I COME IN HERE,
I TELL YOU WHAT I WANT.
SIR!
YOU WANT THE MAGAZINE
OR NOT?
ALL RIGHT,
I'LL TAKE THIS.
GIVE ME MY LOTTO,
MY MAGAZINE,
AND MY CANDY.
PUT ME IN
FOR A DOLLAR.
[MACHINE BEEPS]
THE MACHINE'S
NOT WORKING TONIGHT, SIR.
YOU HAVE TO COME BACK
TOMORROW.
WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
I COME IN HERE
EVERY NIGHT.
I PLAY LOTTO.
YOU'RE BETTER OFF.
LISTEN,
I'M DOING YOU A FAVOR.
YOU'RE BETTER OFF.
YOU NEVER WIN.
COME BACK TOMORROW
WHEN HE'S IN.
WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT,
NEVER WIN?
I'M DOING YOU
A FAVOR.
YOU'LL SAVE SOME MONEY.
I HAVEN'T HAD A FAVOR
SINCE I COME IN HERE.
I JUST WANT TO PLAY
MY NUMBERS.
COME ON.
KNOW WHAT THE ODDS ARE?
DO YOU KNOW
WHAT THE ODDS ARE?
YEAH.
DO YOU KNOW WHA THE ODDS ARE?
YEAH.
YOU NEVER WIN.
IT'S STATISTICS.
I'VE BEEN AT THIS
FOR 20 YEARS
WITH THE SAME
NUMBERS,
AND SOMETIME
IT'S GOING TO COME
AROUND.
YOU'RE STARTING
TO IRRITATE ME.
ARE YOU LISTENING
TO ME?
DON'T YOU LISTEN?
LISTEN TO ME
FOR ONE SECOND.
I'M THE CUSTOMER.
MY JOB IS TO TALK.
YOUR JOB
IS TO LISTEN.
WHEN MR. COU IS HERE,
I GET SOMEBODY
TO LISTEN TO ME.
SHUT UP!
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
YOU NEVER WIN.
I'M DOING YOU A FAVOR.
I COME HERE,
AND YOU START
TREATING ME
LIKE THIS,
LIKE I'M NOT GOING
TO GO RIGHT DOWN--
JUST SHUT UP!
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?
DON'T YOU MOVE.
I'LL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF.
BLOW MY--
LET ME TIE
THIS GUY UP, MAN.
GET HIM OFF OF ME.
PUT SOMETHING
IN HIS FUCKING MOUTH
BEFORE I--THAT'S IT.
THIS HURTS.
HERE'S YOUR FUCKING
MAGAZINE.
YOU WANT YOUR MAGAZINE?
Sal: TERENCE WAS ONE OF
THE FEW BLACK KIDS
IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
HIS FAMILY WAS SUPER RICH,
SO ZANE MADE SURE
THEY REMAINED FRIENDS.
ZANE BORROWED HUNDREDS
FROM TERENCE
AND NEVER EVEN THOUGHT
ABOUT PAYING HIM BACK.
HE NEVER SAID THANK YOU
OR ANYTHING.
WHEN ZANE MET TERENCE
AT THE DINER THAT NIGHT,
TERENCE WAS
A LITTLE FED UP WITH ZANE.
HE WANTED HIS MONEY BACK.
GET YOUR BOYS
OUT OF THE WAY, MAN!
GET YOUR FUCKING BOYS
OUT OF THE WAY, MAN!
COME ON.
SHUT THE FUCK UP,
MIKEY, AND DRIVE.
YOU KNOW, YOU'RE
A PUSSY, MAN.
I'M A PUSSY?
YEAH, YOU'RE
A PUSSY, MAN.
WHY COULDN'T YOU
JUST FIGHT HIM
ONE-ON-ONE?
I DID.
'CAUSE YOU'RE
A PUSSY.
FUCK YOU.
A PUSSY?
ANYBODY COULD HAVE
PULLED OUT A GUN,
BUT TO USE IT
IS ANOTHER STORY,
MAN!
YOU'RE
A PUSSY.
COME ON, GUYS.
STOP SCREAMING.
ALL RIGHT?
I HATE YOU, MAN.
YOU'RE SUCH
A FUCKING PUSSY.
SHOOTING YOUR BROTHER
WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH?
FUCK YOU,
YOU ASSHOLE.
GUYS, COME ON,
I'M GOING
TO CRASH.
AM I THE FUCKING
PUSSY, MIKE?
MIKE,
AM I A PUSSY?
NO.
DO YOU THINK
HE'S A PUSSY,
MIKEY?
HUH?
WHAT DO YOU
THINK?
NO DOUBT
IN MY MIND,
MAN.
ZANE, YOU'RE
A PUSSY.
FUCKING PUSSY.
HOW THE FUCK
CAN YOU CALL ME A PUSSY
ONE SECOND,
COME ON,
SHUT UP, RAY.
AND THEN THE NEXT SECOND
NOT CALL ME A PUSSY?
RAY ONLY ASKED
ME A QUESTION,
YOU KNOW.
YOU EVEN LOOK
LIKE A PUSSY
WITH THAT HAIR
AROUND YOUR MOUTH.
AM I A
FUCKING PUSSY, CHICK?
FUCKING HOLE YOU
GOT FOR A MOUTH.
SHUT THE
FUCK UP.
CHICK, AM I
A PUSSY?
YOU WANT ME
TO BE HONEST
OR LOYAL?
I WANT YOU TO BE
LOYAL, MAN.
NO, YOU'RE NOT
A PUSSY,
BUT YOU KIND
OF LOOK LIKE ONE
AROUND THE MOUTH.
GODDAMN RIGHT,
MAN.
FUCK YOU.
GET THE FUCK
OUT OF HERE, MAN.
NOT ONLY DO YOU
LOOK LIKE A PUSSY,
NOT ONLY DO YOU
ACT LIKE A PUSSY,
MAN, YOU EVEN
SMELL LIKE A PUSSY.
HOW THE FUCK
WOULD YOU KNOW
WHAT A PUSSY IS?
ONLY FUCKING PUSSY
YOU HAD
IS YOUR FUCKING
BROTHER'S FIANCEE'S
PUSSY.
OH, YEAH.
WHO'S THE
FUCKING PUSSY?
YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT.
HUH,
TOUGH GUY?
I SMELT HER PUSSY,
MAN, BUT I TELL YOU
WHAT,
YOU KNOW, IT WASN'T
NEAR AS ROTTEN
AS YOUR MOTHER'S
PUSSY.
YOUR MOTHER'S PUSSY
WAS PRETTY FUCKING
ROTTEN.
PULL THE
FUCKING CAR OVER.
PRETTY FUCKING ROTTEN.
PULL THE FUCKING
CAR OVER, MAN.
I'LL KICK YOUR
FUCKING ASS.
PULL THE FUCKING
CAR OVER.
YOU'RE A FUCKING
PUSSY, MAN.
PULL THE FUCKING
CAR OVER,
RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.
FUCK YOU, MAN.
I AIN'T SCARED
OF NO FUCKING BODY,
RIGHT?
YEAH? YEAH, RAY,
I'LL FIGHT YOU, OK?
THAT'S RIGHT, MAN.
WHO FREAKIN' KNEW
THE FUCKING MUSIC
HANDS,
FUCKING BUSTED
UP, RAY?
HUH?
NO.
ARE YOU AFRAID TO WIND UP
IN THE FUCKING GRAVE
LIKE YOUR BROTHER,
RAY?
THIS IS A BIG
FUCKING JOKE TO YOU,
ISN'T IT, MAN?
LOOK, RAY.
ZANE DIDN'T MEAN
WHAT HE SAID
BACK THERE.
I DON'T FUCKING
CARE, OK?
LOOK, I'M SORRY
ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED
TONIGHT.
I DON'T CARE
IF YOU'RE SORRY,
MIKEY.
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
IT'S NOT AN
ACCIDENT.
WHAT THE FUCK
YOU LOOKING AT?
HUH?
[SPEAKING NATIVE
LANGUAGE]
GO LOOK AT
FUCKING MARK, MAN.
YOU TELL ME
THAT'S AN ACCIDENT.
DOES IT LOOK LIKE
AN ACCIDENT?
HE PUT A FUCKING GUN
UP TO HIM, MAN,
AND HE SHOT HIM!
MOTHERFUCKERS,
HUH? HUH?
COME ON.
WETBACK.
[SPEAKING NATIVE
LANGUAGE]
COME ON.
COME ON, FUCKER.
COME ON.
MOTHERFUCKER
CAN'T EVEN FIGHT.
I'LL FIGHT BOTH YOU
MOTHERFUCKERS.
COME ON.
YOU FUCKING PUSSY
MOTHER--
COME ON,
YOU FUCKING PUSSY.
YOU GO OUTSIDE
AND YOU TAKE
A FUCKING LOOK
AT MY BROTHER, MAN, OK?
Clerk: HEY, YO.
WHAT YOU DOING?
HEY, HEY.
Ray: HEY, HEY, HEY.
HOLD IT, MAN.
COME ON.
[SPEAKING
NATIVE LANGUAGE]
Zane:
CHICK! MIKE!
HEY, MIKE.
HEY! I'LL GIVE YOU--
I'LL GIVE YOU $40.
GET THE FUCK--
MIKE!
GET OFF HIM!
LET'S GO.
COME ON.
GET OFF.
GET OFF.
UNH.
COME BACK HERE.
MIKE, COME BACK HERE.
RAY'S IN A FIGHT.
COME ON.
LET'S BACK HIM UP.
COME ON.
LET'S GO.
LET'S GET
OUT OF HERE.
JUST SEND OUR MAIL
TO THE TIJUANA JAIL
[SIREN]
JESUS! FUCK!
FUCK!
I KNEW IT!
GUYS, THE COPS
ARE THERE.
MIKEY,
PULL IT OVER.
COME ON.
DON'T PULL
IT OVER.
MIKEY, PULL IT OVER.
SHUT UP!
I ROBBED
THE GODDAMN STORE.
GO OVER THE STATEN
ISLAND BRIDGE.
MIKEY--
ONCE YOU GO
OVER THERE,
THEY CAN'T PULL
US OVER.
IT'S ANOTHER STATE.
MIKEY,
PULL IT OVER.
DID YOU
ROB THE PLACE?
YES, I ROBBED
THE PLACE.
DID YOU GET MONEY?
I GOT CHIPS.
I GOT RANCH CHIPS.
YOU FUCKING
ASSHOLE.
MIKEY,
PULL IT OVER.
YOU CAN'T OUTRUN
THAT FUCKING COP
CAR.
Chicken: IT'S NOT
ANOTHER STATE.
Ray: MIKEY, JUST
PLAY IT COOL, OK?
JUST PLAY IT COOL.
RAY, ISN'T
STATEN ISLAND
ANOTHER STATE?
NO! PLAY IT
COOL, MAN.
JUST GO OVER
THERE.
FUCK!
FUCKING SHIT.
JUST GO OVER THERE.
SHIT, MAN.
GODDAMN. MY JOINT IS OUT.
DON'T SAY
A WORD.
PULL IT
OVER NOW, MAN.
Ray: PULL OVER.
CHICKEN, PUT YOUR
JOINT OUT.
ROLL DOWN
THE WINDOW.
ROLL DOWN
THE WINDOW.
LET ME
TAKE CARE OF THIS.
[RAY BLOWING]
PUT THE THING
OUT ALREADY.
SIT DOWN.
HEY, GET BACK THERE.
COME ON.
PUT YOUR HANDS
ON THE FUCKING HOOD.
RIGHT HERE.
PUT YOUR HANDS
ON THE HOOD.
RIGHT HERE.
NICE AND SLOW.
NICE AND EASY, PAL.
JUST WAIT RIGHT
HERE.
WHAT'S
THE PROBLEM?
WHY DON'T YOU
TELL ME WHAT
THE PROBLEM IS?
HE WAS
IN MY STORE.
HE STOLE MY
POTATO CHIPS.
OH, YEAH.
OK, ALL RIGHT.
I UNDERSTAND.
I UNDERSTAND.
JUST GET BACK
IN THE CAR.
YEAH, YEAH. JUST GET
BACK IN THE CAR.
I'LL HANDLE IT.
ALL RIGHT. OK, AMIGO,
I GOT YA. I GOT YA.
DID YOU TAKE
HIS FUCKING CHIPS?
DID YOU TAKE
HIS POTATO CHIPS?
NO, I DIDN'T TAKE
HIS POTATO CHIPS.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR BOYS
IN THE CAR OVER THERE?
HEY, GUYS,
LET'S GO.
DON'T, FUCK--
DON'T--DON'T MOVE.
JUST DON'T MOVE.
LET'S GO.
COME ON, GUYS.
OUT OF THE CAR.
JUNIOR, LET'S GO.
LET'S GO.
OUT OF THE CAR.
COME ON.
HEY, GET OUT OF
THE CAR.
LET'S GO.
LET'S MOVE IT.
COME ON. I AIN'T GOT
ALL NIGHT.
LET'S GO.
WAIT A SECOND.
ARE YOU SMOKING SHIT?
YEAH. DO YOU
WANT SOME?
LET ME SEE IT.
HE'S COOL.
LOOK AT THIS.
THAT'S GOOD, YEAH.
WHAT THE FUCK IS
THE MATTER WITH YOU?
PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS
ON THE CAR.
SPREAD YOUR LEGS.
ALL RIGHT.
WHOSE CAR IS THIS?
IT'S MY FATHER'S.
HAVE YOU GOT THE KEYS?
WHO'S GOT THE KEYS?
OPEN THE TRUNK.
WHY DO YOU WANT TO LOOK
IN THE TRUNK, OFFICER?
WHY? BECAUSE I
AM GOING TO DO
WHAT IS KNOWN
AS A NARCOTICS
SEARCH.
THAT IS WHY.
ARE YOU--
I'M GOING TO
OPEN THE TRUNK.
DON'T YOU NEED
A WARRANT?
EXCUSE ME?
MY FATHER'S A COP.
WHERE?
WHAT PRECINCT?
WHO IS HE?
OFFICER MOSES
OF THE 5th PRECINCT
DOWNTOWN.
Cop: MOSES
IS YOUR FATHER?
YEAH.
HA HA. YEAH,
I KNOW HIM.
YEAH, HE'S
A GREAT GUY.
PUT YOUR HANDS ON
THE FUCKING TRUNK.
COME ON.
OPEN THE TRUNK.
LET'S GO.
LET'S GO. COME ON.
EXCUSE ME, OFFICER?
DON'T YOU NEED
PROBABLE CAUSE
TO OPEN THE TRUNK?
PROBABLE CAUSE?
YOU WANT
PROBABLE CAUSE?
YOUR FUCKING BUDDY
OVER HERE IS SMOKING
A JOINT
RIGHT IN
MY FUCKING FACE.
HOW'S THAT
FOR PROBABLE CAUSE?
NOW WAIT A SECOND.
I GOT A GUY
OVER HERE BUSTING
MY BALLS
OVER A BAG
OF GODDAMN
POTATO CHIPS.
NOW OPEN THE TRUNK.
LET ME SEE THERE'S
NOTHING IN THERE.
I'LL GO IN PEACE.
I COULD GO DO A LOT
MORE IMPORTANT WORK
THAN I'M DOING HERE.
LET'S GO.
OPEN THE TRUNK,
SONNY BOY. COME ON.
I DON'T THINK
MY FATHER'S GONNA
LIKE THIS, OFFICER.
COME ON.
COME ON. COME ON.
ALL RIGHT, YOU,
CHIEF, OPEN THE TRUNK.
COME ON.
OUT OF THE WAY.
LET'S GO.
MOVE IT OUT
OF THE WAY, CHIEF.
COME ON,
OPEN THE TRUNK.
GET IN THERE.
MY FATHER'S NOT
GONNA LIKE THIS.
YEAH, YEAH.
JUST OPEN THE TRUNK.
STOP YOUR BABBLING.
Radio: 10-13.
ALL UNITS RESPOND.
SHOW US AT VERRAZANO.
ALL UNITS RESPOND.
ALL UNITS RESPOND.
WE HAVE A 10-13.
SHOW AT VERRAZANO.
SHIT.
ALL RIGHT. LOOK,
GO HOME.
DON'T GO NEAR
THAT FUCKING STORE.
I DON'T WANT TO SEE
YOU GUYS FOR THE REST
OF THE NIGHT.
[SIREN]
LOOK, I NEED
TO GO HOME.
MY DAD
NEEDS THE CAR.
Zane: YOU GOTTA
GO HOME?
THAT'S WHAT
HE SAID.
I DIDN'T ASK YOU
WHAT YOU SAID.
I SAID, DO YOU
GOT TO GO HOME?
LOOK, I DIDN'T
KILL MARK, OK?
WE'LL GO HOME.
WE'LL GET THE MONEY
TO BURY THE BODY,
AND THEN I'M OUT OF IT.
I DON'T WANT TO DEAL
WITH IT ANYMORE,
ALL RIGHT?
Zane: YOU'RE IN IT.
WE'RE ALL IN IT,
ALL RIGHT?
Sal: ME AND MIKEY WERE
NEVER GOOD FRIENDS.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY
HE'S STILL WITH US.
THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER
TALKED TO HIM WAS RAY.
HE WAS ONE OF THOSE KIDS
WHO LIVED NEXT DOOR
AND HAD NO ONE
TO STAY WITH.
SO HE'D JUST KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR
AND INVITE HIMSELF IN.
WE NEVER DID
ANYTHING SPECIAL,
SO HE REALLY NEVER
BOTHERED US.
WHILE WE WERE OUT WITH GIRLS
OR SOMEWHERE IN PUBLIC,
WE WOULD DITCH HIM.
MIKEY WAS GOOD FOR A LAUGH.
ONE TIME,
WE STRIPPED HIM NAKED
AND THREW HIM OUT OF THE CAR
AT 86th STREET
IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.
BUT NO MATTER
WHAT WE DID TO HIM,
HE NEVER SAID ANYTHING,
AND HE ALWAYS CAME BACK
TO HANG OUT WITH US.
I STOPPED
BREAKING HIS BALLS
AFTER I FOUND OUT
HE HAD FAMILY PROBLEMS.
WE ALL KNEW HIS PARENTS.
THEY WOULD FISTFIGHT
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET
AND THROW GROCERIES
AT EACH OTHER.
ALL OF GRAVESEND
HAD TO HEAR THEM SCREAM
THROUGH THE NIGHT.
THIS REALLY
SCREWED MIKEY UP.
ZANE TOLD ME
THAT THE COPS FOUND HIM
ON THE LEDGE OF THE
VERRAZANO BRIDGE TWICE,
ALMOST ABOUT TO JUMP.
I TRIED TALKING TO HIM,
BUT I DON'T THINK
HE WANTED TO HEAR ME
OR WANTED HELP.
ALL HE SAID WAS,
"SOME DAYS ARE JUST
BETTER THAN OTHERS."
MOM, DAD, YOU HOME?
SHIT!
WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HOME?
WHAT AM I DOING HOME?
I LIVE HERE.
I GAVE YOU
THE FUCKING CAR.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE
GONNA STAY OUT
ALL NIGHT.
I THOUGHT YOU SAID
YOUR SON WASN'T
GONNA BE HOME.
LISTEN, STAY OUT
OF THIS SHIT,
WILL YOU?
WHAT DO YOU WAN ME TO DO?
LISTEN.
IT'S NONE OF YOUR
FUCKING CONCERN.
JUST LET ME WORRY
ABOUT IT. WHY DON'T
YOU GET RID
OF HIM?
I'LL GET RID OF YOU.
NOW GET THE FUCK
OUTTA HERE.
GET THE FUCK OUTTA
HERE.
YEAH?
YEAH. I NEED $500.
$500!
HOW OLD IS SHE, DAD? 19?
WHAT THE FUCK YOU
WORRIED ABOUT?
WHAT DO I CARE?
WHAT THE FUCK IS IT
YOUR BUSINESS?
WHAT DO YOU
NEED $500 FOR?
THAT'S MOM'S
BEDROOM.
IT'S MOM'S HOUSE,
ALL RIGHT?
WHAT DO YOU NEED
$500 FOR?
DON'T YELL AT ME THAT WAY!
I GOTTA DO
WHAT I GOTTA DO.
THIS IS MOM'S
HOUSE!
I LIVE HERE,
TOO.
I DON'T CARE IF YOU LIVE HERE,
THIS IS MOM'S HOUSE.
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
ARE YOU GONNA
GIVE IT TO ME
OR NOT?
WHAT?
I ASKED YOU FOR $500.
YEAH, WHAT DO YOU
THINK I AM--
FUCKIN' ROCKEFELLER?
I WANT $500.
OH, MAN. WHAT THE
FUCK YOU THINK I AM?
I GOT MONEY ALL
OVER.
FUCKING SHIT. ALL RIGHT,
I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN
FUCKING FIND.
$300.
I NEED 5.
THAT'S ALL I HAVE
IN THE HOUSE.
Girl: I THOUGHT
YOU SAID HE WASN'T
GOING TO BE HOME
TONIGHT.
Girl: GET RID OF HIM.
Father: I CAN'T
GET RID OF HIM.
HE'S MY KID.
GET THE MONEY?
GIVE ME THE GUN.
SHUT UP.
WHAT?
I SAID GIVE ME
THE GUN.
SHUT UP, MIKEY.
LISTEN, MAN,
EVERYBODY'S GOT
PROBLEMS, ALL RIGHT?
I GOT PROBLEMS. EVERYBODY
HAS PROBLEMS.
OK?
I LOST MY DAD DOING HEROIN.
YOUR DAD'S IN THERE
BANGING SOME YOUNG GIRL.
GROW UP, OK?
I SAID GIVE
ME THE GUN.
OH, YOU WANT THE GUN? HUH?
YOU WANT THE GUN?
SHUT UP, OK?
DON'T WORRY
ABOUT IT.
BEFORE MY MOM
RAN AWAY
WITH MY STEPDAD,
SHE SLEPT WITH
THE UPS MAN.
YOU WANT THE GUN, HUH?
WHY, BECAUSE YOU FEEL BAD
ABOUT YOUR FATHER
BANGING SOME LITTLE GIRL?
HUH? YOU WANT THE GUN?
DO YOU REALLY
WANT THE GUN?
I WANT THE GUN.
TAKE THE GUN,
ALL RIGHT?
DON'T BE AFRAID
OF HIM.
DON'T BE AFRAID
OF YOUR FATHER.
GO IN THERE.
IF YOU GO BACK
IN THERE,
I'LL KICK YOUR
FUCKING ASS, MAN.
DON'T GO BACK
IN THERE, OK?
YOU'RE LOSING IT.
OK, COME ON.
JUST GET OFF ME.
WAIT FOR ME.
WE'LL BUY YOU
SOME ICE CREAM.
HURRY UP.
WHAT ARE YOU
GONNA DO?
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST
LET HIM--
HE AIN'T
GONNA DO THEM.
JUST FUCK OUT,
MAN.
[GUNSHOT]
[GIRL SCREAMS]
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOT]
WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?
AH, HE GOT
INTO A FIGHT WITH A KID.
WITH WHO?
Mikey: YOU LIKE
FUCKING THAT GIRL?
A MEXICAN.
A MEXICAN?
LET'S GET THE FUCK
OUT OF HERE,
YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.
YEAH, A MEXICAN.
YOU KNOW.
WE WERE ROBBING
THIS STORE,
AND UH...
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
I SHOT DAD.
I SHOT HIM.
HE STARTED
TO CALL THE COPS.
AND OL' MIKEY BOY
OVER HERE WENT NUTS.
HE PUNCHED HIM
IN THE NOSE...
AND WHACK!
FUCK HER NOW!
FUCK HER NOW!
SHUT UP!
SHUT UP.
I SHOT HIM!
LET GO OF ME.
SHUT UP!
BLOOD WENT ALL OVER
THE PLACE.
BE QUIET.
GIVE ME HIM.
GET THE DOOR SHUT.
GO ON.
GO GO GO GO.
1...2...3...UGH.
OH, JESUS CHRIST.
Ray: TURN THE PLACE
UPSIDE DOWN.
MAKE IT LOOK LIKE
A ROBBERY OR SOMETHING.
I NEED $200.
WHAT ARE WE
GONNA DO?
WE DUMP HIM.
ZANE, WE CAN'T
DUMP HIM.
IF WE LEAVE HIM HERE,
MAN,
HE'S GOING TO START CRYING.
HE'S GONNA TELL HER
EVERYTHING.
I GUESS
YOU'RE RIGHT.
MIKE, COME ON,
LET'S GO, MAN.
WE GOTTA GO.
IS EVERYTHING
ALL RIGHT?
HUH?
IS IT OK?
COME ON.
COME ON.
GET IN THE FUCKING CAR.
I DON'T WANT YOU
STAYING WITH YOUR
FRIENDS ANYMORE.
Zane:
LET'S GO, MIKEY.
HE'S NOT GOING
ANYWHERE.
JAN, LOOK.
WE'LL BRING HIM HOME,
OK?
HE'S JUST HAD
A ROUGH NIGHT.
NO, HE'S STAYING
HERE WITH ME.
YOU'RE NOT
TAKING ADVANTAGE
OF HIM ANYMORE.
Mikey: I'M GOING
WITH MY FRIENDS.
NO, YOU'RE NOT.
MIKEY, DON'T
YOU SEE WHAT
THEY DO TO YOU?
THEY DON'T DO
ANYTHING TO ME.
[SCOFFS]
THEY ABUSE YOU.
THEY DON'T ABUSE ME.
THEY'RE MY FRIENDS.
THEY SPIT ON YOU,
THEY PUNCH YOU,
THEY ROB YOU.
YEAH, THEY'RE
YOUR FRIENDS.
YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS
BECAUSE YOU HAVE
NO FRIENDS.
LIKE I NEED
FRIENDS LIKE THAT.
PLEASE!
I HAVE A LITTLE BIT
MORE SELF-RESPECT.
SELF-RESPECT?
THAT'S WHY YOU FUCK
EVERY ENTIRE PERSON
ON THIS BLOCK.
AND IF IT WASN'T
FOR ME,
TO GIVE YOU MONEY
FOR YOUR FUCKING
ABORTION,
YOU WOULD HAVE
HAD ZANE'S BABY.
UH, MIKEY...
WE'LL...
BE OUT IN THE CAR.
MIKEY,
I'LL BE OUTSIDE.
GIVE ME THE REST
OF MY MONEY.
THERE'S YOUR
FUCKING MONEY.
JUST GET THE FUCK
OUT OF MY HOUSE!
I WILL!
YOU GUYS,
WAIT OUT FRONT.
I'M GONNA WAIT
FOR MIKEY.
TRY AND
CHEER HIM UP.
ALL RIGHT?
CALM DOWN,
MIKEY.
CALM DOWN.
CALM DOWN!
CALM DOWN.
I'M SORRY, ALL RIGHT?
I'M SORRY.
DO YOU HEAR ME?
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME
TO TELL YOU, HUH?
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME
TO TELL YOU, HUH?
HUH?
I'M SCARED,
TOO, MIKE.
I'M SCARED, TOO.
[SOBBING]
ALL RIGHT.
IT'S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.
IT'LL BE OVER SOON.
[OPERA PLAYS]
HOW DO YOU WANT
TO DO THIS?
THERE'S DEFINITELY
TOO MUCH TRAFFIC.
THERE'S DEFINITELY
TOO MUCH TRAFFIC.
JOJO HAS A LITTLE
PARKING SPOT
IN THE BACK.
I THINK
IT WOULD BE BETTER
IF WE DRIVE
THE CAR BACK THERE,
PULL UP,
AND TAKE THE BODIES
OUT THERE.
ALL RIGHT?
OK, LET'S DO IT.
WELL, COME ON.
LET'S GET THE BODIES.
HEY, RAY.
I'M SORRY WHAT
I SAID BEFORE.
ABOUT WHAT?
WHAT I SAID, MAN.
IT'S NO PROBLEM.
ALL RIGHT?
YEAH, YEAH. WHATEVER.
YOU KNOW,
YOU'RE RIGHT.
SOMETIMES YOU JUST
GOTTA FACE THE TRUTH.
I SAID IT, MAN.
IT'S NOT
EASY FOR ME.
YOU KNOW THAT.
YOU KNOW...
YOU JUST CAN'T
ALWAYS GO AROUND
ACTING THE WAY YOU DO
AND SAY YOU'RE SORRY.
LET'S BURY THIS GUY.
MIKEY, GIVE ME
THE KEYS, MAN.
ZANE, THE DEAL IS OFF.
OOOHH!
WHAT IS THIS?
WE MADE A MISTAKE.
2 BODIES?
Zane: GOT ANOTHER
ONE IN THE CAR.
ANOTHER ONE?
THAT'S 3.
HELP US OUT, PLEASE.
HELP US OUT.
WE'RE IN A BIND HERE.
THE BEST I COULD DO FOR YOU
IS I COULD BURY ONE.
I'LL BURN THE OTHER 2.
WE'RE NOT GONNA
BURN, ZANE.
WHAT DO YOU WANT
TO DO?
WE'RE GOING
TO BURY THEM.
WELL, HOW WE GONNA
FUCKIN' BURY HIM,
IN SOME CEMENT?
LOOK, WE GOT
THE FUCKING $500.
WE'RE GONNA
BURY MARK, OK?
WE GOT NO CHOICE.
OK, WE'LL BURY HIM.
JO, LOOK,
YOU BROUGHT ME
DOWN HERE.
$500 FOR ONE.
THE OTHER 2 I BURN.
SHH.
THE OTHER 2
I'LL BURN.
I NEED $1500 AND 3
THUMBS FOR THE DEAL.
COME ON, JO,
I DON'T HAVE
1500 BUCKS.
THAT'S THE ONLY WAY
I'M GONNA DO IT.
LOOK, YOU SAID 500.
JO, HOW MANY TIMES
I HELP YOU OUT, JO?
I KNOW.
CAN'T YOU PUT THEM
ALL IN THE SAME
COFFIN?
IMPOSSIBLE.
WHY NOT?
COME ON, MAN.
MY BROTHER WON'T DO IT.
MY BROTHER'S A REAL CREEP.
HE WON'T DO IT.
Ray: JUST RIP
THE LINING OUT.
THAT'S NOT
VERY TOUGH.
NO WAY I CAN DO THAT.
THAT'S MY BROTHER.
RAY, RAY,
LET HIM DO THIS.
IT DOESN'T MATTER
WHICH ONE I BURY.
NO, IT DOES
FUCKING MATTER, OK?
WE'RE GOING
TO BURY HIM.
ALL RIGHT.
LET'S DO THIS,
OK?
OK. I'M WAITING.
ALL RIGHT.
SO WHAT DO YOU
WANT US TO DO?
WANT TO DO IT NOW?
LET'S DO IT NOW.
COME ON.
LET'S GET IT GOING.
I CAN'T BRING ANOTHER
BODY DOWN HERE NOW.
WELL, WHAT SHOULD
WE DO, MAN?
ZANE, I CAN'T
DO THIS.
WHAT?
IT'S OVER, OK?
WHAT THE--
I'M NOT DOING
THIS SHIT ANYMORE.
FUCK YOU. OK?
I'LL BE OUT
IN THE CAR.
YOU KNOW WHERE
I'M FUCKING GOING.
YOU SURE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS
ARE DEAD?
WELL, WHAT DO YOU
WANT TO DO?
JOJO, CAN YOU HELP
ME OUT, MAN?
I DON'T WANT TO GO
TO JAIL, JO.
ALL RIGHT.
COULD YOU GIVE ME $500
FOR THE ONE BODY?
I GOT $500.
GIVE ME THE 500.
AND I'LL BURN
THE OTHER 2.
WHATEVER YOU
GOTTA DO.
ALL RIGHT.
WE CAN'T DO IT NOW.
WE CAN'T DO IT NOW.
WHEN YOU--WHEN YOU
WANT TO DO IT THEN?
7:00 TOMORROW
MORNING.
GARBAGE GOES OUT
TOMORROW.
I COULD BURN THEM
WITH THE GARBAGE.
PROMISE YOU'LL
HELP ME OUT?
PROMISE.
I'M NOT COMING BACK
HERE AT 7:00, OK?
WHAT DO YOU WANT
TO DO, THEN?
WHAT DO YOU THINK
I'M GOING TO DO?
I'M GOING
TO THE COPS.
YOU AIN'T GOING
TO THE FUCKING COPS.
LEAVE HIM ALONE.
STOP.
FUCKING JERK.
STOP.
GET OFF HIM.
GET OFF HIM!
I'LL GIVE YOU
ONE MINUTE, HUH?
GO. JUST GO.
YOU ALL RIGHT?
LET'S GO.
WHAT'S UP?
YOU WANT TO GO TO JAIL?
NO, ZANE, COME ON, MAN.
I DON'T EITHER.
ALL RIGHT.
WE'RE NOT GOING
TO GO TO JAIL.
WHAT'S UP?
LET'S DO IT.
LET'S DO WHAT?
ZANE, LET'S GO.
TAKE CARE OF RAY.
ZANE, NO.
ZANE, MAN,
LET'S JUST GET
OUT OF HERE.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
LET'S TAKE CARE OF RAY.
T-TAKE CARE OF HIM?
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING
ABOUT?
WE'LL TAKE CARE OF RAY.
ALL RIGHT?
ZANE, I AIN'T
DOIN'--
RAY'S OUR FRIEND.
LET'S GO.
WE'RE GONNA
TAKE CARE OF RAY.
ZANE, DON'T SAY THIS,
MAN. COME ON,
RAY'S OUR FRIEND.
WE'RE TAKIN' CARE OF RAY.
LET'S GO, ZANE.
WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
I AIN'T GOING TO JAIL.
I'M NOT GOIN' TO JAIL.
RAY'S OUR FRIEND.
WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
I AIN'T
GOING TO JAIL.
COME ON. LET'S GO.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
ZANE!
HUH? SEE THAT?
YEAH.
SEE WHAT THAT
FEELS LIKE?
ZANE.
HOW DOES THAT FEEL, HUH?
HOW'S THAT FEEL?
HUH? THAT'S WHAT
JAIL FEELS LIKE,
CHICK.
HUH?
OK.
I'M NOT GOING.
ALL RIGHT.
I'M NOT GOING TO JAIL.
OK, I'LL TAKE
CARE OF RAY.
COME ON.
I'LL TAKE
CARE OF RAY.
OK?
I'LL TAKE CARE
OF RAY.
Zane: LET'S TURN
THE RADIO ON.
THAT'S MY POP'S STATION.
YOU MAY NOT LIKE IT.
[WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
PLAYING]
OH, MAN.
YOU CAN CHANGE IT.
MY MOTHER USED TO SING ME
THIS SONG, MAN.
[SINGING ALONG]
Louis Armstrong:
RED ROSES, TOO
WHAT, ARE YOU SINGING?
YOU FAGGOT, I NEVER
KNEW THIS ABOUT YOU.
WHAT, ARE YOU SINGING, FAG?
AND I THINK TO MYSELF
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
I SEE SKIES OF BLUE
AND CLOUDS OF WHITE
YOU--YOU'RE
SINGING, TOO?
OH, YOU'RE BOTH FAGGOTS.
THIS IS FAGGOT CRAP.
COME ON, GUYS!
AND I THINK TO MYSELF
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
THE COLORS
OF THE RAINBOW
SO PRETTY IN THE SKY
ARE ALSO ON THE FACES
OF PEOPLE GOING BY
I SEE FRIENDS
SHAKING HANDS
SAYING, HOW DO YOU DO?
THEY'RE REALLY SAYING
I LOVE YOU
THIS GUY HAS
A HORRIBLE VOICE.
I HEAR BABIES CRYING
[MOCKING]
I HEAR BABIES CRYING
I WATCH THEM GROW
THEY'LL LEARN MUCH MORE
[MOCKING]
THAN I'LL EVER KNOW
AND I THINK TO MYSELF
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
[MOCKING]
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
YES
I THINK TO MYSELF
WHAT A WONDERFUL
WORLD
OH, YEAH
I HATE THAT SONG, MAN.
TURN IT OFF.
TURN THE RADIO OFF.
Radio: THE SOFTEST STATION
IN THE TRI-STATE AREA.
IT'S 12:01
ACCORDING TO MY CLOCK,
AND WE'RE HEADING
INTO THE WITCHING HOUR
ON THIS COLD
WINDY MORNING.
STAY TUNED BECAUSE
WE HAVE ANOTHER 35 MINUTES...
LET'S GO, MAN.
Ray: WHERE YOU GOING?
CHICK, COME MAKE
A PHONE CALL WITH ME.
I'LL BE RIGHT BACK,
ALL RIGHT? COME ON.
I GOTTA MAKE
A PHONE CALL.
Ray: ZANE, HURRY UP!
SHUT UP.
IT'S COLD.
IT'S NOT THAT BAD.
WHAT HAPPENED?
GIMME THE GUN.
WHAT HAPPENED?
I COULDN'T DO IT.
YOU WHAT?
I COULDN'T DO IT.
YOU WANT TO GO
TO JAIL, MAN? HUH?
YOU COULDN'T DO IT?
YOU WANT TO GO TO JAIL?
NO! I'M SORRY, MAN!
I'M SORRY!
YOU'RE SORRY?
YOU'RE SORRY?
YEAH.
YOU'RE SORRY?
YES.
IF I GO TO JAIL,
YOU GO TO JAIL!
YOU HEAR ME?
YOU HEAR ME?
IT'S FUCKIN' COLD.
IT'S FUCKIN' NICE, MAN.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS
ARE COMPLAINING ABOUT.
LOOK AT
THE FUCKING STARS, MAN!
COME ON, MAN!
IT'S TOO COLD
TO BE HERE.
WHY DO YOU
WANT TO BE HERE?
WE USED TO DO THIS
ALL THE TIME, RAY-RAY.
COME ON, MAN.
FUCK.
THIS IS THE WAY
IT USED TO BE, BRO.
SHIT.
HANG WITH THE GUYS, MAN.
THIS IS WHERE I HAD
MY FIRST FUCK, MAN.
RIGHT HERE ON
CONEY ISLAND.
THIS IS WHERE I HAD
MY FIRST BONE, HERE.
MY FIRST JOINT, MAN.
Zane: THIS IS WHERE I ASKED
MARY TO MARRY ME, MAN.
YOU KNOW WHAT
SHE SAID TO ME?
SHE SAID I WAS CRAZY.
YOU GUYS THINK I'M CRAZY?
FUCK IT, MAN.
YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOU GUYS ARE GONNA
THINK I'M A FAG...
BUT I MISS HER, MAN.
THINGS AREN'T THE SAME.
THEY NEVER WILL BE, MAN.
TIME IS LOST, MAN.
WHY DO YOU
ALWAYS SAY THAT?
I'M TALKING ABOUT,
WHY DO YOU ALWAYS
HAVE TO SAY
HOMO OR FAG OR QUEER
OR LESBIAN?
WHAT THE FUCK
DO YOU CARE, MAN?
I'M TELLING YOU
IT BOTHERS ME.
COME ON, GUYS.
LET'S FUCK THIS SHIT.
WHY DOES IT BOTHER YOU?
I'M GOING TO BED.
ZANE...
I HAVE TO TELL YOU
SOMETHING.
TELL ME WHAT?
MIKEY, DROP IT, OK?
COME ON, GUYS.
LET'S JUST GO TO SLEEP.
COME ON.
LET'S JUST, LIKE--
MIKEY, LISTEN, MAN,
I DON'T WANT
TO TALK ABOUT IT, MAN.
JUST FORGET ABOUT IT,
ALL RIGHT?
LET'S GO TO BED.
WAKE UP TOMORROW AND
GET SOME FUCKING NATHAN'S.
ON YOU, RAY-RAY.
Chicken:
THAT'S RIGHT.
GOOD NIGHT, MIKEY.
GOOD NIGHT.
GOOD NIGHT.
GOOD NIGHT, CHICKEN
GOOD NIGHT, CHICKEN.
GOOD NIGHT, MIKEY.
MIKEY!
CHICKEN,
WHERE'S MIKEY AT?
HE'S GONE.
MIKEY!
OH, WE GOTTA
DO THIS NOW, MAN.
WE GOTTA TAKE
CARE OF THIS, RAY.
WE HAVE TO TAKE
CARE OF THIS.
CHICK, YOU READY?
LET'S DO THIS.
NO. WE'RE NOT
GONNA GO TO JOJO'S.
IT'S OVER.
WE'RE NOT GONNA
GO TO JOJO'S!
WE'VE SPENT
ALL THIS TIME...
WE'RE GOING TO JOJO'S.
WE'RE NOT GOING TO JOJO'S.
I'M GOING TO THE COPS.
YOU'RE GOING TO THE COPS.
HE'S GOING TO THE COPS.
WE'RE NOT.
YES, WE ARE. COME ON--
FUCKIN' LEAVE ME ALONE!
NO! NO! NO!
DON'T--
RAY! HOLD UP, RAY!
MRS. LONGO...
NO.
MIKEY'S NOT HERE.
IS HE THERE?
ZANE, HIS JACKET'S
IN THE CAR.
MIKEY'S NOT HERE.
IS HE THERE?
ALL RIGHT...
LISTEN TO ME.
LISTEN TO ME, PLEASE,
JUST FOR ONE SECOND.
LISTEN TO ME, PLEASE.
ALL RIGHT,
JUST LISTEN TO ME.
WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME?
LISTEN TO ME!
GET RID OF THE GUN, CHICK.
CHICKEN, GIVE ME A HAND.
CHICKEN, GIVE ME A HAND!
Sal: AFTER 72 HOURS,
THE POLICE LET ME GO.
NO APOLOGIES,
NO EXPLANATIONS.
NOT THAT I EXPECTED ONE.
THE COPS JUST NEVER
BROUGHT IT UP AGAIN.
WHEN I FINALLY GOT HOME,
I BEGAN TO HEAR WHAT
OTHER PEOPLE HAD HEARD.
AND FOR A WHILE,
I AVOIDED TALKING ABOUT IT.
EVENTUALLY, MY PARENTS
MOVED FROM THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
NOT TO PLAY
THE SYMPATHY ROLE,
BUT I GREW UP
IN A NEIGHBORHOOD
A LITTLE DIFFERENT FROM
THE REST OF THE WORLD.
THERE ARE CERTAIN RULES
WHICH ARE EMBEDDED
IN THE STREETS,
WHICH ARE WRITTEN NOWHERE,
BUT WE ALL KNOW
THOSE RULES,
THE SAME WAY
WE KNOW OUR ABCs.
AND YOU CAN'T JUST COME HERE
AND LEARN THOSE RULES.
YOU HAVE TO BE BORN HERE,
SPEAK THE LANGUAGE,
EAT, PLAY, AND DIE HERE.
ARE YOU LUCKY
NOT TO LIVE HERE?
I'D ARGUE THAT.
I'M PROUD
OF WHERE I COME FROM
AND LIVING HERE ALLOWS ME
TO SEE THE WORLD
A LITTLE DIFFERENTLY.
LIKE ANYONE
WHO LIVES IN A GHETTO,
YOU LEARN WHAT'S REAL
AND WHAT'S NOT PRETTY QUICK,
AND YOU CAN'T PAY
ANY INSTITUTION ENOUGH
MONEY TO TEACH YOU THAT.
[LIGHTER CLINKS]
AFTER A FEW MONTHS
OF SHAKING KIDS DOWN,
QUESTIONING EVERYONE ALL THE WAY
TO THEIR GRANDMOTHERS,
THE COPS, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE
IN GRAVESEND,
TURNED THEIR BACKS AND
NEVER REFERRED TO IT AGAIN.
I DON'T LIKE
TO GET SENTIMENTAL--
ME AND MY FRIENDS
WERE NEVER LIKE THAT--
BUT WHEREVER YOU GUYS ARE,
GOOD LUCK.
AND IF YOU CAN SOMEHOW
COME BACK,
DON'T COME BACK
TO GRAVESEND.
NO ONE WANTS TO KNOW
OR HEAR YOUR NAMES.
[SIRENS]
[EXPLOSION]
BUTTERFLIES, TIMID EYES
FALLING DOWN TO THE SEA
AT HIGH TIDE
BRINGING ME
BACK TO THE PLACE
I CAN FEEL...LOW
SHOULD BRING ME
BACK HOME
COFFEE CUP, BELLY-UP
TO THE BAR
WE WALK IN PAIRS
SCATTERED BY NUMBERS
DARE US TO STARE
AT THE SUN
WRITTEN EVERYWHERE
THE END OF TIME
IS HERE
BEWARE
IF YOU BELIEVE
THERE'S A HEAVEN
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN
YOU AND ME, YOU AND ME
WELL, I WILL TRY
TO BELIEVE
THERE'S A HEAVEN
BUT THE ANGEL
GONE BLIND
IN THE SWEET
SUMMER SNOW
I HARDLY REMEMBER
WHAT I USED TO KNOW
WHAT I USED TO KNOW
WHAT I USED TO KNOW
RIDE A LANE
'CROSS OPEN PLAINS
TRUTH--LOOK ON WITH
DISDAIN AT THE FEAR
NO ONE WILL CLAIM IT
AT THE END OF THE DAY
DESIRE AND REMAINS
AND IF YOU BELIEVE
THERE'S A HEAVEN
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN
YOU AND ME, YOU AND ME
WELL, I WILL TRY
TO BELIEVE
THERE'S A HEAVEN
BUT THE ANGEL
GONE BLIND
IN THE SWEET
SUMMER SNOW
I HARDLY REMEMBER
WHAT I USED TO KNOW
WHAT I USED
TO KNOW...KNOW
WHAT I USED
TO KNOW...KNOW
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