Lords Of Dogtown

I'm gonna rip your head off!

Donnie...

...you're not in Vietnam.

Man, you scared the sh*t out of me.

Yeah, take my board. Yeah.

-Hey, Mom.

-Hi, baby.

Hey!

Morning.

You're going to school today,

right, Tony?

Don't worry about it, Dad.

l'm just gonna get wet.

l don't want my son

to be a ditchdigger.

l got him, Dad, okay?

Don't ever go outside

dressed like that again.

One, two, three.

Yeah!

-lt's big today.

-They're there, huh?

That's Skip charging.

Sh*t, dude.

lt's judgment day, boys.

Let's paddle.

You broads aren't surfing now.

l ain't surfing no sloppy seconds.

You're working rat patrol, mop top.

Jay, you're on parking-lot detail.

Keep it local.

And you, Peralta, the boneyard.

l don't want our boards

hitting a piling.

l better not see any dings.

lf you wanna surf the cove,

you gotta earn it.

Look at that right.

l got it, Chino.

Hey, here.

Hey, you should get out, man.

Let's go, brother. Get out there.

Vals!

What the f***?

Go back to the Valley, kooks!

Are you guys lost or what?

-This is private.

-You're not the law.

Go back to the Valley, you kooks!

-No Vals.

-Get out of here, man.

-No.

-Locals only.

You guys have, like, a blue, like,

'67 Chevy Camaro?

Yeah, maybe.

-Hey! My carburetor!

-Get the f*** out, kook.

-Thattaboy, Jay boy.

-Hey. Hey!

-Valley b*tch.

-Leave now.

-Yeah, Tony!

-Help me out here.

F***ing anal pirate fags!

Go back, f*ggot!

Hey, grab my board!

Thanks a lot, pal.

Now, get out there and surf,

you little grommets.

Don't screw up.

Yeah, and then she had

a big old head.

Chino, let me toke on that.

You got one in your hair, bro.

Yeah, it's my backup joint.

He's gonna go under.

-Hey, there goes Tony.

-Little wetback.

Yeah. That was a good one.

Hey, here comes Jay.

There goes Stacy.

There goes Stacy.

Wipeout!

Milk and cookies.

Hey.

Oh, my God.

Back to the boneyard for you, pal.

Come on.

-Perfect timing.

-Ahoy.

Yeah, put your

sweeping hat on, man.

l'll say it, man. This shop's a shithole.

Come on. Get to work, huh?

Surf's up, man! Yeah!

l'm sorry, man. ls your equilibrium

sh*t messing with you again?

Come on. That's not right.

We know he's got bad ears. Come on.

Sid!

That-- That was good.

-Oh, man, l'm sorry, Sid.

-That was a good one.

lt's cool, man.

Hey, why do l pay you when l should

have you arrested for loitering?

-You don't pay me.

-Well, now you know why, Sid.

Where are your pals, man?

Yeah.

Hey!

You got my stuff?

Yeah. Hi.

-Yeah.

-Hi.

This isn't a library...

...so it's 1 0 bucks to browse.

You got 1 0 bucks?

Didn't bring any money today.

Yeah, well, why'd you come into

my store, then, a**hole?

Hey.

Go browse in the Valley, kook.

Okay, so, what?

You got cash, or...? What?

Man, l got something

better than cash.

These are urethane

skateboard wheels.

They're ure-what?

Urethane, man. lt comes from oil.

-From oil?

-Yep.

With these, you can do the same

hard turns you do on your surfboard.

-Yeah?

-Yep.

You can even climb walls, man,

because they grip.

-They grip?

-They grip?

-They grip.

-Sh*t.

-Sid. Sid, you should've seen us.

-Check these out.

They're urethane.

They come from oil.

And they grip.

Who's got bad karma?

l said, who's got bad karma?

-l got the worst karma, Skip.

-Dude, right here, Skip.

-Oh, no, no.

-Give it to me, me.

-l'm first. Come on.

-lt's my board.

Come on, you little pervert.

Oh, my God.

-Nice.

-Ripping, dude.

-ls that all right or what?

-lnsane. lnsane.

Red Dog, hit it.

Yeah, surf it like a wave, man.

Yeah, Red Dog.

-Hey, Kathy.

-Hi, Kath.

Hey, get back here.

Hey, dude, is that your sister?

l grew up, Stacy.

No sh*t.

-Yeah, Jay.

-Yeah, Jay boy.

-Jay boy.

-Come on, Jay.

-Yeah!

-Jay boy!

Oh, my God.

-Yeah.

-Yeah, Jay boy.

Pull my ankles. No, pull my ankles.

Come on, Stacy.

Yeah, Stace.

l can't help it. l love long hair.

-Come on.

-Later.

That was gnarly.

Go-- Go slow. Go slow.

Oh, no. Are you okay?

Yeah.

Should my weight

be on my back foot?

Well, yeah, l mean, that's--

That's how l do it. l mean...

...it might be different, though...

...the whole center-of-gravity thing,

you know, for girls.

-Yeah.

-You know, your back--

Tony.

Tony!

Oh, yeah. Bring it in.

Yeah!

Yeah. ls that all right or what?

Yeah.

Fingers together, T.A. Chop, chop.

-Tony.

-Exactly.

Safe.

Stacy, you're gonna need more speed

than that if you wanna pull it off, right?

That's right. Listen to the master.

Grab your pad

and take notes, Peralta.

Yeah, Tony.

Yeah, nice, T.A. Nice.

-Yeah, nice, Jay.

-Yeah, Jay boy.

Hey, Billy, man, if we built a decent

skateboard, we would rake it in, man.

l don't make toys, bro. l'm a shaper.

Hey, l-- l think we should

start a skateboard team, man.

Sid. Out of here, man. Come on.

Thank you. You little maggot. Scat.

Beat it, Sid.

So, what do you think, man?

Well, there's more concrete in

the world than good surf breaks.

Yeah, l hear that, man.

There's money in this.

There's only beer.

l mean, how many 1 6-year-old

surfers wear watches, man?

-lncoming!

-Yeah, and where's he going?

Yeah, well...

...he's got a job.

Yeah, my point exactly.

He's not one of us, man.

-You know, he's not a pirate.

-Going to work, Peralta?

Yeah, get a haircut, man.

You dropped your cigarette.

Give me the doobie, Sid.

Come on, you f***ing homo.

Get the f*** out of the way.

You cut the check. Thanks.

Oh, man. l'm still short.

You got any cash, J.B.?

Yeah, right here.

-l can't do that.

-No, no, no. Mom, check it out.

lt's got Sid's name on it.

l love you boys.

Mom, Skip is putting together

a skate team.

Far out.

Hey, so who do you think

they're gonna put on the team?

Hopefully all of us.

-Come on.

-Shut up.

Hey, listen, when you're riding for one

of these shops around town-- Yeah?

You mean a little f*ggot shop?

--you can have off days.

You have an off day riding

for this shop, it's treason.

Yeah, you got to approach every day

like it's your last. All right?

-Yep.

-Anyone got a problem with that?

-Nope.

-No.

-Stecyk?

-Peggy.

-Oh, no way.

-Take off your shirt, Peggy.

-Wentzle.

-See them Tater Tots.

-Jay.

-Shut up.

-Biniak.

-Let me see.

-Yes.

-Shogo.

T.A. Red Dog. Baby Sid.

Wear them with pride, man.

Yeah, wear them with pride, man.

Or we'll rip them off your bony backs,

you understand?

-Yeah.

-That's insane.

Okay.

Now, has everyone seen this?

-Skateboard competition.

-You can't even read.

You have one month to prepare.

And we're gonna have training

starting at 4 every day, all right?

We gotta get serious here.

We have to...

...because there are gonna be

hundreds of skaters from all over...

...and we need to shut them down.

Yeah!

Montoya, come on.

We got you guys some gifts.

l don't know why.

Yeah!

-l want the blue one.

-lnsane.

-Who's pushing?

-Let's go.

-Thanks, Skip.

-Let's go.

Hey, Skip,

you got one for Stacy, right?

Come on.

All right. Let's go.

Hey, l'm not bailing

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