Bomb City Page #6

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BROKE MY WINDOW?

EXCUSE ME, F*GGOT?

[YELLING]

I SAID,

WHICH ON OF YOU:

MOTHERFUCKERS:

BROKE MY F***ING WINDOW?

DO YOU KISS YOUR BOYFRIEND

WITH THAT F***ING MOUTH?

[RICKY GROANS]

[MAN]

GET HIM! GET HIM!

[RICKY]

GET THAT MOTHERF***ER!

[KING]

AH!

[RICKY]

GET THAT MOTHERF***ER!

- [CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

- GET HIM!

- GET HIM!

- GET OFF ME!

[CLAMORING, CHEERING]

SETTLE DOWN,

SETTLE DOWN.

COME ON,

MOTHERF***ER.

GET UP. COME ON, BOY.

GET OFF ME, MAN.

NOW LISTEN,

I'D ADMIRE YOUR SPIRIT,

I REALLY DO.

BUT YOU DONE... F***ED...

UP...

REAL... F***ING...

BAD! HUH?

- HEY. HEY, YOU...

- [SPITS]

B*TCH!

- [GRUNTS]

- AH!

SORRY I DROPPED:

MY F***ING CHAIN ON YOUR FACE.

- GET HIM!

- [CHEERING, CLAMORING]

GET THE F*** OFF ME, MAN!

GET THE F*** OFF ME!

GET THE F***

OFF ME!

[MAN]

GET UP!

[BELLOWS]

I WILL NOT STOP:

TILL EVERY:

LAST ONE OF YOU:

MOTHERFUCKERS:

IS SIX FEE THE F*** UNDER!

[BELLOWS]

WRATH IS ON,

MOTHERFUCKERS!

Y'ALL BETTER PRAY!

[CLAMORING]

[WHOOPING GROWING LOUDER]

F***!

[MUFFLED CHEERING, WHOOPING]

[MUSIC PLAYING

OVER STEREO]

[VOMITS]

[MUSIC VOLUME TURNED UP]

[YELLS]

AND THE ASHTRAY'S

JUST A PETTING ZOO

BUT WE'RE NOT GONNA

PISS IN A CUP:

NO, WE'RE GONNA

F*** SH*T UP!

[WHOOPING GROWING LOUDER]

[MUSIC PLAYING

ON CAR STEREO]

[LAUGHTER]

[OLES AS ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER]

LISTEN TO ME,

I KNOW HE CAN'T HEAR US.

[MUSIC PLAYING

OVER CAR STEREO]

WHAT'S YOUR REASON

FOR EXISTENCE?

DO YOU BELIEVE:

IN ANYTHING?

OR DOES YOUR LIFESTYLE...

[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

- DAMN.

- WHAT THE F***, Y'ALL?

[BRIAN]

WHAT THE F***?

ISN'T THA ONE OF YOURS?

[BRIAN] LOOKS LIKE I WENT WAY PAST WORDS.

[JASON] F*** THIS, DUDE,

WE NEED TO HANDLE SH*T.

COME ON, DUDE.

LET ME SEE STOUT. I DON'T WAN ANY GLASS TO GET IN HIS PAWS.

- [CHUCKLES]

- MM.

I'M GONNA SET UP,

LIKE, A LITTLE...

- HOUSE FOR HIM.

- AW.

I'LL MAKE HIM

A BREWERY.

STOUT'S BREWERY.

[STRAINING]

DAMN, THIS F***ER'S HEAVY.

[GRUNTS]

ONE, TWO, THREE.

[BRIAN]

THERE WE GO.

GIMME, GIMME, GIMME.

OKAY.

- BE CAREFUL.

- OKAY.

HEY, BUDDY.

- AW.

- HEY, BUDDY.

HERE, LET ME

GET HIM SOME FOOD.

[CHUCKLES]

YOU OKAY?

YOU LIKE YOUR NEW HOUSE?

[METAL CLANGS]

[BAG RUSTLING]

HUNGRY?

YOU HUNGRY, BUDDY?

THIS IS F***ING BULLSHIT.

YO, HELP ME PATCH

THIS UP REAL QUICK.

MIGHT BE SOME NAILS

LYING ALL AROUND.

- [BRIAN] YOU GOT IT?

- [JASON] YEAH, YEAH, I GOT IT.

LET ME GE THE OTHER SIDE.

HOLD IT UP.

I'M HOLDING IT, DAWG.

THE F***?

[CAR APPROACHING]

[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

[JASON] NO, JUST LEAVE IT.

IT'S GOOD.

[BRIAN]

YO, WHERE'S THE CAR AT?

- [JASON] OH, WHAT THE F*** HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE, BRO?

- [OLES] HOLY SH*T.

JOHN...

- KING!

- KING!

WHAT THE F***, DUDE?

DUDE!

WHAT THE F*** HAPPENED, MAN?

IT'S ALL RIGHT, DUDE.

YOU CAN TELL ME.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I'VE HAD ENOUGH, MAN.

I'M TIRED.

I'M TIRED OF...

SITTING AROUND AND...

LETTING THEM ACT LIKE

WE DON'T HAVE A PLACE.

SO I WENT DOWN THERE

TO SHOW THEM:

THAT WE AREN'T GONNA SIT AROUND

AND TAKE ANYMORE OF THEIR SH*T.

LET'S EVEN

THE MOTHERFUCKING ODDS.

I GOT A BAD F***ING

FEELING ABOUT THIS, MAN.

SHUT THE F*** UP.

YO!

YO! SH*T'S GONE ON

TOO FAR, MAN.

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING.

YOU SAID SO YOURSELF,

- WE HAVE TO MAKE A F***ING STATEMENT.

- [OLES] YEAH, DAWG.

WE CAN'T JUST SIT HERE AND ACT LIKE

EVERYTHING'S GONNA BLOW THE F*** OVER.

- IT AIN'T GONNA STOP EITHER.

- NEXT TIME, IT COULD BE YOU,

ME, YOUR GIRL

OR ANY F***ING ONE OF US.

I'M GOING WITH

OR WITHOUT YOU.

HE'S RIGHT, MAN.

SH*T'S GONE ON

WAY TOO F***ING LONG.

YOU DON'T F***ING KNOW, THERE COULD

BE, LIKE, A SHITLOAD OF THEM.

THEN WE F***ING

EQUALIZE IT!

- YEAH, F***ING EQUALIZERS.

- Y'ALL NEED TO CALM THE F*** DOWN.

F*** THIS.

- BRIAN!

- WHAT?

LOOK AT THIS:

F***ING PLACE!

LOOK AT KING'S

F***ING FACE!

- LET'S F***ING DO THIS, YO.

- LET'S GO. CRASS, COME ON.

- HEY, WAIT!

- WHAT?

I'M SORRY.

WE NEED TO BE:

IN THIS TOGETHER.

ALL RIGHT?

WE'LL BE FINE.

COME ON.

- [ENGINE STARTS]

- [OLES] LET'S ROLL!

COME ON, BRIAN!

WHOO!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

LET'S F***ING DO THIS!

[KING]

LET'S GO!

[OLES]

COME ON, MOTHERFUCKERS!

WHOO!

GO, GO, GO, GO!

[EXHALES SHAKILY]

I DON'T REMEMBER.

EVENTS OF THAT NIGH ARE BLANK.

ARE THEY BLANK 'CAUSE YOU HAD A

COUPLE OF DRINKS TO EASE YOUR NERVES?

[OVER CAR STEREO] OR DOES

YOUR LIFESTYLE CONTRADICT

THE WORDS YOU WRITE

FOR THE SONGS YOU SING?

SING:

SING:

SING, SING

GET YOUR FREAK ON

I MEAN,

THEY WERE EVERYWHERE.

THEY WERE...

HAD WEAPONS,

HAD ALL KINDS OF BATS.

I MEAN, WE WEREN' EXPECTING THAT.

[STAMMERING]

WE DIDN'T COME FOR THAT.

I FEEL LIKE...

IT WAS ALL MY FAULT.

[LAUGHTER,

INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

- F***ERS, COME ON!

- [WHOOPING]

YOU KNOW, IT'S A F***ING

PAIN IN THE ASS:

EVERY TWO WEEKS TO HAVE TO

BEAT ONE OF THESE F***ERS DOWN.

[YELLING]

RIGHT? AM I F***ING RIGHT?

[CHEERING IN AGREEMENT]

[PUNK MUSIC BLARING

OVER CAR STEREO]

[DAVIS]

THE STUFF I RECALL IS

PRETTY HARD TO FORGET.

AND AT THAT POINT,

IT HAD BEEN A WHILE

SINCE I HAD ANYTHING TO DRINK.

- BYE!

- BYE.

IT'S GOOD SEEING YOU.

HAVE A GOOD ONE.

[DAVIS]

YO, LET'S GET UP THERE.

RICKY KEEPS:

BLOWING ME UP.

[PUNK MUSIC BLARING

OVER CAR STEREO]

[MICHELLE] THESE FIGHTS

NEVER WOULD MATERIALIZE.

ONE SIDE WOULD SHOW UP

AND EVERYONE WOULD

GATHER IN THE PARKING LO LIKE A BIG, FUN

SOCIAL EVENT.

THAT'S WHAT I THOUGH WAS GOING TO HAPPEN.

BUT NO ONE:

WAS READY FOR THIS.

[CLAMORING, GLASS SHATTERS]

[SNIFFLES, SIGHS]

I WANTED TO SAY SOMETHING,

BUT IT WAS TOO LATE.

I WISH...

[INHALES DEEPLY]

IT WAS JUST TOO LATE.

[TEENAGERS CLAMORING]

[GLASS SHATTERS]

- BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

- WHOO-HOO!

F***ER, COME HERE!

COME HERE!

COME HERE,

YOU F***ERS!

IT'S NOW OR NEVER,

MOTHERFUCKERS!

WE END THIS SH*T TONIGHT.

RICKY:
COME HERE. COME

HERE, MOTHERF***ER

COME ON.

- YO, WHAT THE F*** IS GOING ON?

- YEAH, LET'S JUST GET OUT OF HERE.

- F***!

- DAVIS, DAVIS, CAN WE PLEASE GET OUT OF HERE?

YO, JUST SHUT THE F*** UP,

ALL RIGHT?

- LET ME THINK!

- NO, F*** THAT, WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING.

WE'RE F***ED UP! WAIT!

[PANTING]

[CHUCKLES]

I'M A NINJA IN MY CADDY.

[MICHELLE] WAIT, CODY, STOP THIS!

STOP IT, WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!

SHUT UP, NO. PLEASE,

CAN WE JUST GET OUT OF HERE?

[ENGINE REVVING]

- OH, MY GOD!

- OH!

- WHOO!

- [MICHELLE EXCLAIMS]

OH, MY GOSH, WHAT...

- [DAVIS] F***!

- [MICHELLE] WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

STOP IT, MAN, LET ME OU OF THIS F***ING CAR!

- HOLY SH*T!

- ALL RIGHT!

NO, WE'RE F***ING GOING.

[EXHALES]

[CLAMORING]

[KING SCREAMING]

- [EXHALES]

- [DAVIS] GET THE F*** OUT OF THE WAY.

[EXCLAIMS]

W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

GET ME THE F***

OUT OF THIS CAR.

[GRUNTING]

[MICHELLE]

NO!

W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

CODY, STOP THIS! STOP IT,

- WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!

- [DAVIS] STOP!

- [MICHELLE] OH, MY GOD!

- NO, NO, NO!

[CHEERING]

NO, YOU MOTHERF***ER!

- [DAVIS] F***!

- YEAH, I BET HE LIKED THAT ONE.

[CHEERING]

YEAH!

[JASON SCREAMS]

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

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