Bomb City Page #2

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STARTING THEM YOUNG,

LOVE IT. [LAUGHS]

- THAT'S HOW WE DO IT.

- YEAH.

HEY, WOULD YOU SIGN MY HAT?

OF COURSE.

[BRIAN LAUGHS]

HERE YOU ARE.

- YO, THANKS.

- YOU GOT IT, BRO.

THAT'S WHAT'S UP.

- SEE YOU LATER.

- ALL RIGHT. YO...

IT'S NOT MUCH...

- AH.

- ...BUT HERE'S YOUR CUT.

HELL YEAH.

THANKS, MAN.

- LONG AS WE MAKE IT TO THE 505, IT'S ALL GOOD.

- THAT SHOULD DO THE TRICK.

DUDE...

THANK YOU.

YOU GOT IT.

KILLER SHOW.

[DJ OVER RADIO] WELL, UNLESS

YOU'VE BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK,

I'M SURE YOU HEARD THE OUTCOME

OF TONIGHT'S 5-8

DIVISION I QUARTERFINAL

PLAYOFF GAME:

BETWEEN THE REBELS

AND THE RABBITS,

AND BOY WAS IT UGLY.

THAT IS, IF YOU WERE

ROOTING FOR THE REBELS.

46 TO 3,

YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT, FOLKS.

BETTER LUCK:

NEXT SEASON, REBELS.

[SIGHS]

WHAT DO Y'ALL

WANT TO DO NOW?

I GUESS GET WASTED. I MEAN,

WHAT'S BETTER TO DO IN THIS TOWN?

YEAH, IT'S BEEN A WHILE

SINCE I'VE HAD A BEER.

YEAH, WELL,

IT'S NOW OR NEVER.

WHAT TIME IS IT?

F***.

IT'S 12:
15.

SON OF A B*TCH.

[DAVIS]

DUMBASS LAWS, MAN.

[COUNTRY MUSIC

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[PUNK ROCK MUSIC

PLAYING FROM CAR STEREO]

WE WISH THAT WE COULD

F*** SH*T UP!

[MUSIC, ENGINE STOPS]

[PUNKS LAUGHING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

FROSTY!

- WHAT'S UP, BOSS?

- WHAT UP, WHAT UP?

HEY, YOU GOT TO COME

TO OUR NEXT SHOW, BRO.

I'M TELLING YOU,

YOU'LL LOVE IT.

THANKS, BOSS.

- F*** YEAH.

- [CODY] IT'S GONNA TAKE A LOT OF PRAYING

- TO FIX THAT FREAK SHOW.

- [MCCORMICK] F***ING PUSSIES.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[COUNTRY MUSIC CONTINUES

OVER SPEAKERS]

FOR YOU, PRINCESS.

FOR YOU.

ME FIRST.

MY LOVE.

AW, HOW SWEET.

BRO-BRO.

- SO... [CHUCKLES]

- MM-HMM.

YOU KNOW, I THINK THA WE SHOULD GIVE IT A TRY,

YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?

ME AND YOU TOGETHER...

FOREVER.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

UM...

YEAH. MAYBE.

- YEAH! SHE SAID "YES"!

- [CHUCKLES]

- WHAT'S UP, F*GGOT?

- F*** AROUND AND FIND OUT.

[CODY]

YOU'RE A F***ING FREAK, MAN.

[MCCORMICK]

F***ING P*SSY.

- F***ING TWEAKER REEKS.

- WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?

[OLES] THAT B*TCH-ASS MOTHERF***ER'S

ABOUT TO GET F***ING BOXED, DAWG.

- [KING] WHICH ONE?

- [OLES] THAT F***ING B*TCH-ASS RIGHT THERE

WITH THE F***ING TIE.

THOSE F***ING LOSERS, MAN.

THINK THEY MIGH LIKE YOU, CODY.

- F*** YOU, MCCORMICK.

- [LAUGHS]

[KING]

YOU GOT MY NIGHTSTICK, BRO?

[OLES]

YEAH.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[EXHALES]

- AW, YOU PIECE OF SH*T.

- [LAUGHS]

WHAT, B*TCH?

F*** YOU.

OH, YEAH?

WHAT'S UP, WHAT'S UP?

WHAT, B*TCH?

- DUDE, CHILL THE F*** OUT, DAWG.

- WHAT, B*TCH?

- DO SOMETHING.

- LET'S GET THE F*** OUT OF HERE.

- DO SOMETHING, BRUH.

- F*** YOU TOO, B*TCH.

- DO SOMETHING, BRUH.

- WHOA, "B*TCH"?

I'M TRYING TO MAINTAIN

THE PEACE, DAWG.

YOU DON'T WAN TO F*** WITH ME, FOOL.

IF IT'S ON,

IT'S F***ING ON.

SUCK MY DICK,

YOU F***ING FREAK SHOW.

- "FREAK SHOW"?

- I'LL SHOW YOU FREAK SHOW

WHEN I BASH:

YOUR DOME IN, BRUH. HUH?

I'M GONNA BASH

YOUR F***ING DOME IN, DAWG!

FROSTY:

HEY, HEY, HEY!

HEY, GOD DAMN IT.

HEY, HEY,

TAKE IT OUTSIDE!

- [CLAMORING]

- LET'S GO, OUTSIDE!

I'M CALLING

THE DAMN COPS. OUTSIDE!

- OUTSIDE!

- HEY, HEY!

[ALL CLAMORING]

- HEY, WHAT NOW, B*TCH?

- I'M GONNA F*** YOU UP.

WHERE YOU GOING, DAWG?

WHERE YOU GOING, MAN?

YO, YOU'RE LUCKY YOUR F*GGOT F***ING

FRIENDS ARE HERE TO SAVE YOU.

OH, THEY GOT NOTHING

TO DO WITH THIS, MAN.

THIS GOT EVERYTHING TO DO

WITH YOU, ME,

THAT P*SSY-ASS

LOOK ON YOUR FACE

AND MY F***ING FRIEND

HERE, MAN!

- OH, YOU LIKE THAT?

- [CODY] F*** YOU,

YOU F***ING PIECE OF SH*T.

THAT'S RIGHT, B*TCH.

THAT'S RIGHT.

ROLL THE F*** OUT.

ROLL THE F*** OUT, BRUH.

- THE F*** YOU GOING, BRUH?

- YO!

[KING]

HA-HA!

[OLES] F*** YEAH,

THAT'S RIGHT, B*TCH!

[KING]

HEY, HE'S COMING BACK,

HE'S COMING BACK,

HE'S COMING BACK.

GET THE F***

OUT OF HERE.

[CHUCKLES]

[ENGINE RUNNING]

[LAUGHTER, CHEERING]

[CAMERON]

PLEASE TELL THE COUR HOW YOU WOULD

DESCRIBE YOURSELF,

YOUR LIFESTYLE.

I DON'T KNOW.

PUNK?

"PUNK"?

FUNNY YOU WOULD SAY THAT.

BECAUSE WEBSTER'S DICTIONARY...

GIVES US:

THE FOLLOWING DEFINITION

OF THIS TERM:

YOU SO ELOQUENTLY USE

TO DESCRIBE YOURSELF: PUNK.

"A WORTHLESS PERSON;

AN OFTEN AGGRESSIVE

OR VIOLENT YOUNG MAN,

USUALLY A PETTY HOODLUM

OR GANGSTER;

A SOCIOPATH."

IT'S NOT ABOU A DEFINITION.

I WOULDN'T EXPEC SOMEONE LIKE YOU...

TO UNDERSTAND THAT.

OH, WELL, THEN

PLEASE HELP ME.

HELP THE JURY UNDERSTAND

HOW WEARING CHAINS

AND MILITARY CLOTHING

IS JUST PAR OF THE STYLE,

AND NOT WEAPONS:

AT THE READY.

IT'S A STATEMENT.

OH, YOU ARE CORRECT,

IT MOST CERTAINLY IS

A STATEMENT.

BUT IT IS NOT A STATEMEN OF FASHION,

IT'S A STATEMENT OF

MALICIOUS INTENT.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[TRAIN HORN SOUNDING

IN THE DISTANCE]

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

[OLES GROANS]

MY HEAD'S POUNDING.

IT'S NOT YOUR HEAD, MAN,

THERE'S SOMEONE AT THE DOOR.

HERSCHEL,

WHAT'S HAPPENING, MAN?

WHAT'S THE DEAL?

RENT WAS DUE LAST WEEK.

AH, I KNOW, I DO.

I GOT A LITTLE BEHIND.

HERE'S THIS.

IT'S SHORT.

I KNOW.

BUT JUST GIVE US

A LITTLE BIT MORE TIME,

AND I PROMISE:

I'LL GET YOU THE REST.

I LIKE YOU ALL:

AND WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND ALL,

BUT I NEED THE MONEY.

I CAN'T HAVE Y'ALL

SQUATTING IN HERE.

I'M ALREADY GIVING YOU

A BREAK ON PRICE, MAN.

I KNOW.

AND WE APPRECIATE IT.

[SIGHS]

I'M JUST... I'M TRYING.

YOU KNOW, IT'S...

DUDE, YOU KNOW

I'M GOOD FOR IT.

THESE SHOWS, THEY'RE STARTING

TO GO REALLY WELL.

I JUST NEED LIKE A WEEK

AND I'LL FIGURE IT OUT.

ALL RIGHT, BUT THAT'S IT.

ALL RIGHT?

I'M SERIOUS THIS TIME.

I HONESTLY CAN'T WAI ANY LONGER, ALL RIGHT?

ONE WEEK OR I GOT TO

LOCK IT UP, MAN.

OKAY. AND, HERSCHEL,

THANK YOU.

I PROMISE,

YOU WON'T REGRET THIS.

- ALL RIGHT.

- I PROMISE.

THANK YOU.

ONE WEEK!

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN,

THEN CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MIKE]

YOU KNOW, IT'S GONNA BE HARD

FOR YOU TO GET A JOB

LOOKING LIKE A WILD INDIAN.

[BRIAN] DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME, OLD

MAN, I GOT A FEW THINGS LINED UP.

OH, I'M NOT WORRIED,

THAT'S YOUR MOTHER'S JOB.

I GUESS A HELMET'S OU OF THE QUESTION, TOO.

I'M NOT TRYING

TO LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT.

[CHUCKLES]

YOU COULD'VE FOOLED ME.

- [MIKE GRUNTS]

- [REPORTER ON TV] HOW DANGEROUS...

[MIKE LAUGHS MOCKINGLY]

[MAN ON TV] THIS IS THE LAS OF THE MEGADEATH WEAPONS.

- A HUGE BOMB, NINE MEGATONS.

- [SPATULA CLATTERING]

IT HAS MORE EXPLOSIVE POWER

THAN ALL THE MISSILES FIRED

FROM ONE OF OUR NUCLEAR-ARMED

SUBMARINES TODAY.

AND COULD BE DETONATED

BY A VARIETY OF WAYS:

A SPARK, A LIGHTNING STORM

OR EVEN A HI COULD SET IT OFF.

[REPORTER] BUT WE HAVE

DISMANTLED OTHERS LIKE THIS...

WHO WERE YOU TALKING TO

OUT THERE?

RAN INTO AN OLD FRIEND.

- [GASPS]

- TOLD YOU I'D COME.

OH! WHO IS THIS?

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I THINK,

I'M GONNA TAKE YOU DOWN

TO TRACY AND SHE'LL GIVE YOU

A GOOD HAIRCUT.

OH!

SOUNDS LIKE:

A GOOD IDEA TO ME.

I SAY YOU JUST SHAVE

THE WHOLE THING.

MAKE YOU LOOK:

LIKE A REAL MAN.

[BRIAN]

SMELLS GOOD, MA.

- YOU MAKE ENOUGH FOR EVERYBODY?

- BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR BROTHER,

I NEVER KNOW:

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