Bad Boys

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Jesus! He's got my purse!

Stop him!

Hey, you! Come back here!

Yo.

Come on.

You got it all?

Everything.

Damn.

We're rich.

You hear that? We're rich, man.

Ma?

I'm with a friend.

You certainly are.

I gotta take care of some business.

I gotta see my stockbroker.

Okay. Let's go. Come on.

Out with Paco.

You're going to bed right now!

That's where you're going.

No.

Yo, listen to her, all right?

I'll take you out tomorrow, okay?

All right.

Honey, can you turn it down a little?

Paco, your old man.

Look, I don't want a job. I want a business.

We deliver Saturday night, 9:00.

Parking lot around the corner

from the Marshall theater.

All you guys gotta do is...

Paco!

Put it down!

Put it down!

What the f*** is wrong with you, man?

Why you f***ing with me?

Let me tell you something.

You pull any sh*t like this Saturday night,

I swear to God...

Look, man, I'm not playing with you.

You hear me?

Get the f*** out of here!

Barn!

Hey, J.C.

Carl.

I've never seen so much sh*t in my life.

They got a f***ing drugstore.

How're you doing, J.C.?

What do you see in this guy, huh?

F*** off, Moreno.

Your old lady's got a bad mouth.

If she was my old lady...

- She's not, a**hole.

- Oh, wow.

You mean she didn't tell you

about me and her, huh?

Don't listen to that stupid...

Adios, douche bag.

Hey, wake up.

- I gotta get up. I gotta go.

- No.

Your old man will be back soon. I gotta go.

Mick.

Remember Tony Contreras?

- Who?

- The guy with the bike.

He got killed ripping off some house

in Park Ridge last week.

That guy?

That's the way it goes.

I had this dream that you went away.

SO did I.

With you.

I went over to your house looking for you.

Your mother opened the door.

She didn't say anything, so I went inside.

And there you were,

lying in this coffin in a red suit.

I don't have a red suit.

You have the strangest dreams.

What were you and Brennan talking about?

Carl? Nothing.

Nothing!

Someday

you're gonna get busted for real.

So what? They don't do sh*t.

You know what they do?

They take you down there

and they give you lunch.

Then, they're gonna call my old lady.

They're not gonna find her.

Send me home for her supper,

which isn't as good as their lunch.

It's a joke.

I don't want you to die.

Nothing's gonna happen to me.

I love you.

Don't dream.

Are you sure they won't know who we are?

Not if you do what I say.

You keep your f***ing mouth shut,

they won't know sh*t.

Jesus.

Don't be such a p*ssy.

We're gonna be in and out of there so fast...

You're not gonna have to use that.

Like that.

What are you doing in here?

You promised me I can go out with you.

Yeah. Not tonight.

We got something to do, it's very important.

I don't want you in the way.

I'll take you to a movie.

Tomorrow, we'll go out, we'll hang out.

All right? Right now, you go home.

But you promised.

Man, don't play with me.

I'm not playing with you. Stop it.

Go home. Get out of here.

Just make sure them guns are ready,

all right?

Believe me, they're going to be ready.

Check this out, man.

Bad motherf***er.

There's Moreno's kid brother.

Relax, Carl. It's gonna be all right.

Okay.

There they are.

Let's go.

Rough neighborhood.

Slow down, slow down.

I'm slowing down.

There's the boys. Right there.

Party time now.

Okay, over here. Carl, over here.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

- Sh*t. What's with the dude?

- Hey, man. He got a gun.

- Get his ass, man. Get him.

- Go.

Mick, look out!

Hold up, man.

We got to move.

Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

Carl! Carl!

We heard shots.

F***!

F***!

Don't move, in there!

Michael O'Brien,

you have committed the crimes of an adult.

Your previous record of arrests is extensive

and indicates a sociopathic personality.

However; you are protected by the law.

Your status as a juvenile prevents me

from imposing the punishment you deserve.

And until our criminal codes

are revised to incorporate

a more realistic definition

of juvenile offenders,

society will continue to suffer

It is the judgment of this court

that you be committed to

Rainford Juvenile Correctional Facility

until such a time

as your rehabilitation is complete.

Terrell, O'Brien, let's go.

Welcome to Rainford, gentlemen.

My name is Gene Daniels.

I'm one of your supervisors.

Call me Mr. Daniels. I like that.

Don't call me anything else.

You've been assigned to Dorm C.

That's our special circumstances dormitory

for critical offenders.

Your fellow inmates are murderers,

armed robbers, rapists,

and mental defectives.

Just like yourselves,

they've graduated top of the class.

You will be treated with respect

if you treat others with respect.

I suggest you stay cool

and follow all the rules.

Your crime is not that you got caught,

but the crime itself.

Remember that.

Hopefully, you will realize

that what you did was wrong.

Hopefully, you will never do

anything like that again.

This is a juvenile facility.

That means you are not

in charge of the zoo, we are.

If you think you're hip, you're not.

If you were, you wouldn't be here.

Have I made myself understood?

"Yes, Mr. Daniels."

- Yes, Mr. Daniels.

- Yes, Mr. Daniels.

That's better.

Let's go, gentlemen.

Wagner.

YMCA time!

Hey, check them out!

- Over here!

- Hey, beautiful.

Little one's cute.

O'Brien. Hey.

All right. This is Supervisor Wagner.

"Sir" will also do.

O'Brien. Terrell.

Gentlemen, enjoy your rehabilitation.

Hey, the man is over here.

You boys read?

Read this.

Gang activity, 1,000 points.

Sexual harassment, 1 ,200.

Fighting, 700. Drugs and/or alcohol, 1,500.

Running for the fence, 2,000. Smoking, 400.

Okay, Terrell, you take room number 35

up on top,

and, O'Brien,

you take room number 14 on the bottom.

Come on, let's go!

Hey, check it out. It's Batman and Robin.

I want the little dude.

So, how do you like it so far?

You got a name?

Can you talk?

Smoke?

My name is Horowitz.

You don't feel like talking

right now, that's okay.

I understand.

But you understand I really don't

want a f***ing mute in my cell.

'Cause I like a little conversation

sometimes, okay?

Last guy that was in here with me

killed himself

by drinking a half a gallon of disinfectant,

he liked the place so much.

My name is O'Brien.

Sh*t. A f***ing mick.

No!

No.

So, what's the toke?

An accident.

Yeah, me, too.

I firebombed the bowling alley,

killed three people.

I was goofing around with some girls.

Their boyfriends didn't like it too much,

beat the sh*t out of me.

Came back the next night, totaled the place.

Only thing was,

I wasted the wrong three people.

Well, time to get counted.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Get in line, a**hole.

- Just get in line. Get in line.

- That's Lofgren.

They can him "Viking."

I Call him "Sh*t-for-brains."

Shut your f***ing mouth, Horowitz.

Come on, get in line. Let's go, let's go.

Come on, wake up, wake up.

- Get in line, get in line.

- Get in line, man.

Get in line, get in line. Come on.

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