Gravesend Page #5
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- 1997
- 85 min
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YEAH, IT'S ZANE.
WHAT?
YEAH, YEAH. I'M DOWN HERE
AT CROPSEY BAGELS.
YEAH, YEAH,
YOU TOLD HIM:
IT'S GOOD.
SHUT UP, MAN!
IT'S BETTER
THAN GOOD.
Zane:
WHAT? YEAH.I CAN'T
ZANE'S GOING
F*** ZANE
AND F*** THAT MONEY.
HE'S A NUT.
THE GUY'S A JUNKIE,
MIKEY.
A JUNKIE BURYING
YOUR BROTHER, HUH?
YEAH, MEET ME
TO GO HOME, OK?
SAY YOUR FATHER:
NEEDS THE CAR:
OR SOMETHING.
WE'LL TAKE MARK
ALL RIGHT?
SHOW UP. ALL RIGHT.
LET'S GO, MAN.
500 BUCKS.
COME ON, MAN!
MAN.
YOU GAVE ME:
A PROMISE.
ALL RIGHT?
F*** ARIZONA.
BUT MY PARENTS,
THEY WANT US:
TO COME DOWN.
OH, YEAH? THEN IF
WHY DIDN'T YOU GO
WITH THEM?
HUH? WHY AREN'T YOU
WITH THEM NOW?
THINK ABOUT IT, CHICK.
THINK.
I KNEW CHICKEN:
GRADE SCHOOL TOGETHER,
ST. MARY'S
DOWN ON 23rd AVENUE.
WERE COMING HOME
FROM A YANKEE GAME,
OF CAVALERO PARK
ON BATH AVENUE,
DAVID'S CAR
AND SHOT HIM:
IN THE FACE.
WHEN THAT HAPPENED,
RAN TO DAVID'S CAR.
CHICKEN,
I DON'T KNOW HOW,
WAS ALIVE:
"THE YANKEES LOST.
THE YANKEES LOST."
AFTER THAT INCIDENT,
CHICKEN STARTED:
WHEN CHICKEN:
TO ARIZONA,
WERE TALKING ABOUT
MOVING TO ARIZONA
CHICKEN'S BROTHER,
IN GRAVESEND,
AND WHAT I HEARD.
OUTSIDE, TOO.
MAYBE SMOKE A JOINT
OR SOMETHING.
Zane:
THANKS, MAN.I'M SORRY I'M LATE, BRO.
Tony:
WHERE'S THE STUFF?
COME ON, MAN,
WHAT ABOUT THAT?
HOW YOU DOING, ZANE?
WHERE'S THE STUFF?
GOOD, MAN.
HERE.
NOTHING, MAN.
I'M IN A BIND,
THAT'S ALL.
HMM?
IT AIN'T STOLEN?
STOLEN? COME ON, MAN.
THAN THAT, TONE.
YOU SOLD SOME:
STOLEN SH*T
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!
TO THE POLICE, MAN.
I DON'T WANT
YOU DON'T EITHER.
COME ON, PULL AWAY.
FOR IT?
I'M IN A BIND, MAN.
YOU REALLY GOT:
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.
NO, I'M NOT DEALING.
PUT YOUR HANDS:
ON THE DASHBOARD.
COME ON, MAN.
PUT YOUR F***ING HANDS
ON THE DASHBOARD!
MIKEY, COME ON.
I'M NOT GOING
YES, YOU CAN.
COME ON, MIKEY.
I'M SERIOUS.
COME ON.
F***ING ZANE, MAN,
HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU.
WHEN ARE YOU:
GET OUT:
OF THE F***ING CAR!
YOU BEEN DEALING
IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD
AGAIN:
YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
ALL RIGHT, TONE.
TAKE IT EASY, MAN.
"TAKE IT EASY, MAN"?
I DON'T WANT
TO F***ING HEAR IT.
ALL RIGHT, MAN.
ARE YOU TRYING:
HUH? ANSWER ME!
UP THE ASS?!
I DON'T WANT
SH*T!
OH, MAN.
THEY'RE F***ING
ZANE!
F***, MAN.
THE F***ING CAR.
GET THE F***
MAN, YOU GOT
SOME SERIOUS BALLS.
YOU SEE THIS:
RIGHT HERE?
THIS IS YOUR:
F***ING LIFE.
YOU WANT THIS, OR
Chicken:
WHAT HAPPENED?
Zane:
JUST GETIN THE CAR.
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.
WHAT ARE WE:
GOING TO DO, THOUGH,
IF WE DON'T GET
THE MONEY?
WHAT ARE YOU:
TALKING ABOUT?
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.
FINE.
GOOD.
YOU LOOK GOOD.
FOR A LITTLE BIT.
OK.
THANKS.
I CAN'T BELIEVE
YOU MISSED--STOP.
HOW ABOUT A KISS?
LISTEN, I DON'T WANT
I'M NOT EVEN
ALL RIGHT?
SHE LOVES ME.
SHE CAN'T STAND YOU.
I'M NOT TALK--
I'M NOT--
DON'T TOUCH ME.
SUCH A JERK?
DON'T TOUCH ME.
SUCH A JERK?
STOP. STOP.
DON'T SAY THAT.
A PUBLIC SPECTACLE.
IN THERE?
THERE'S TOO MANY
F***ING--
WE ARE GOING:
TO THE COPS.
WHAT ARE YOU:
TALKING ABOUT?
LOOK. LOOK!
IN A CAR:
DON'T YOU THINK
WE'RE GOING
NO SH*T!
BUT WE AIN'T
GONNA GET CAUGHT.
DON'T YOU THINK
WE'RE GONNA GO
TO JAIL?
TO THE COPS,
WE TELL THEM:
WHAT HAPPENED,
TRUST ZANE.
ALL MY LIFE.
HE JUST KILLED:
MY F***ING BROTHER.
NO.
I'M IN A--
I NEED 500 BUCKS.
YOU NEED $500?
FOR WHAT?
IT'S NOT IMPORTANT.
YOU WANT ME:
I CAN'T BELIEVE
YOU COME HERE--
YOU WERE SUPPOSED
YOU'RE USELESS?
THAT'S NOT RIGHT.
F***ING HURT
MY FEELINGS, MARE.
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