Lords Of Dogtown Page #3

lt was either you or me, man.

All right? Okay?

Our freestyle champion today

is Stacy Peralta...

...an independent skater

with a great surf style.

Now the awards for the men's slalom.

ln third place, Ty Page.

And in second place, riding for

Zephyr Skateboards, Jay Adams...

-...a real up-and-comer.

-All right, Jay.

Get on the love train, bro.

-l'm so proud of you.

-But l messed up.

-You didn't mess up.

-No, l did.

That's a nice ride, man.

This is a '72 Squareback.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, bro, you look hungry.

We're gonna get some food.

-You wanna come with?

-Yeah, come on.

l don't think so, Skip. l got plans.

Yeah, well, suit yourself.

lt's one of the benefits

of having a job.

Yeah, well, you got me there, man.

-We're going home.

-Okay.

Skip called me bro.

-Skip called you bro?

-Yeah, he said, ''bro.''

-No, he didn't.

-Yes, he did.

He said, ''You look hungry, bro.''

He said, ''You look hungry, bro''?

Yes, totally.

Skip Engblom

doesn't call anybody bro.

Let's see your trophies, Wentzle.

Take a seat, man.

Sit here, Kathy.

-Yeah!

-Yeah!

-Hey, guys.

-Yeah, Stacy.

-Here.

-Peralta.

Go, Stace.

-You earned it, bro.

-Dude, you're one of us now.

That maggot's always

been one of us.

-Yeah, wear it with pride, man.

-You know l will.

Hey, Stacy, that T-shirt...

...will get you more titty

than you ever dreamed of, man.

l got my boy covered, Skip.

-Yeah, Kath.

-Yeah, you do.

-Yeah, you do.

-Yeah!

Hey, you guys made a mess

of that contest today.

-Oh, yeah!

-Yeah!

They look at you

as the enemy, right?

-But it's good to have enemies.

-Yeah.

-A toast.

-A toast!

To the boy kings!

You're all a bunch

of filthy pillow-biters!

-We learn from the best!

-Oh, you're dead.

Stop! Stop!

You can't act like that here.

This is a family restaurant!

Hey, get off him!

Hey! Hey!

lt's a family restaurant!

-Get him, Skip.

-Go, Skip!

Jay boy.

You kicked ass, man.

See you, Skip.

l got second place, Mom.

You would've been stoked.

Baby.

Baby.

l wish l could've been there

to see you.

What time do you get off?

Three more hours.

There's fish sticks

in the freezer, baby.

You know, l'm gonna make some cash

and get you out of this place.

Relax, Sylvia.

-lt's still flat.

-Yeah. Three days in a row.

Hey!

Get in.

Stop, stop, stop.

Right here. Right here.

Hey, isn't that the girl from Del Mar?

-Dude, what are we doing here?

-Shut up, dork.

And sit back.

Damn it, Jay!

You know how much this is

gonna cost me? You're an idiot!

Jesus.

-Down, guys.

-Get down. Get down.

Sid, get off me.

Grab your skates, boys. Let's roll.

Dude, are we gonna rob this place?

This wave breaks 2 4 hours a day,

every day.

And you know what, bros?

We're gonna be the first to ride it!

Dude! That's so genius.

Dude, there's no way.

This is way too gnarly.

Not if you got the balls.

Dude.

-Oh, Jay.

-Dude, you did a backflip.

Let's lose this stupid diving board.

Piece of sh*t.

Dude, hit it low, man.

Yeah, Tony!

Yeah! You guys see that?

l carved it.

Over the light.

Oh, my God!

-Dude, you were so far over it.

-That was crazy.

-Yes!

-Yeah!

Are you all right, man?

l can't feel my feet.

But then again,

l can never feel my feet.

-Right there! Through there.

-Where?

l love the drought!

There's a pool right next door!

lt's an amoeba!

l can carve that. Guaranteed.

George! George!

Wait, wait. Right here.

We got an empty one, dudes.

Towels, bro.

Here you go.

-l thought l said mayonnaise.

-Sorry, Tony.

-What is that shampoo?

-What?

-Marie!

-Charlie?!

Run!

Run!

Jump!

Go, go, go!

Hey!

Oh, yeah!

Pigs! Pigs!

Get out of here!

Dogs! Dogs!

-Dogs!

-Get out!

Freeze!

-Stop right there.

-Try and catch me, b*tch!

Get in!

You little f*ggot!

-Get over here!

-Tony!

Goddamn it!

-Get in! Go, go, go!

-Punch it! Go, go, go!

T.A.! T.A.!

Tony!

Come on, get in the car.

He's a dick. Let's go, come on.

Front side, back side.

Front side, back side.

Over the light.

Where you been, huh?

What, did you just forget

about practice or what?

l mean, do you think l like sitting

on my ass waiting for you clowns?

What, it's funny?

ls that funny? ls that funny?

How's this? ls that funny?

Yeah?

Hey! l'm serious, man!

You guys need

to keep pushing, man.

He took my burger.

Should we bring him

to the pool tomorrow?

He's gotta run the shop.

Dude...

...you just got patty-slapped.

All right.

God! Come on, give up, man!

The delivery guy's here

with the resin.

He says that you owe him $575

from the last time.

We need it, Skip.

Find the checkbook, man.

For God's sake.

Yeah, thanks for fixing

the door, man.

Sorry, Skipper.

-F***ing a**hole.

-Here. Here.

Watch this. l'm gonna go off

the platform, onto the floor, do a 360!

That's great, Sid.

Three-sixty. Three-sixty!

All right, watch.

This is my latest move.

Thank you.

Sid, man, get off your ass

and get these boxes.

Hey, how many boards are ready?

l need to peddle this sh*t at Huntington

to cover the check, man.

Hey, where are you guys

going, man?

-Rincon. lt's firing!

-Rincon?

Ocean's your mistress, Skip.

Don't neglect her.

Skip, this shop's about

surfing and working when we want.

That was the deal, bro.

Yeah, well, that deal worked great

until we started getting orders from...

...Australia and Brazil, man!

Come in, Stace. My dad doesn't

get home till 6 in the morning.

Why don't you and l

just go for a ride.

lt's a party. Come on.

-l know, but l've got really great music.

-What's wrong with this music?

Look at the moon, Stace.

-l love it.

-No!

Not here.

Come here.

Come down here with me.

-No. Let's go.

-Come here.

-Your brother's right there.

-So what?

No, seriously.

l gotta go.

l just wanted to be with you.

l'll call you tomorrow.

Hey, chica.

F***er!

Yeah.

-Take off your boxers.

-No.

Yes.

What's wrong, Jay boy?

Got no hair on your inchworm yet?

At least it works, Alva.

Now...

...give me kitty.

Maybe.

Oh, God.

-Oh, f***. My dad. Go.

-Closet! Closet!

-Go, go.

-Sh*t.

Hey, Dad.

-What's that smell?

-What?

''What? What?''

What are you, deaf?

What is that smell? What?

lt's-- Oh, cigars.

-Our teacher had a baby girl--

-That's bullshit.

-We all celebrated, Dad.

-That is bullshit! Where's the cigar?!

See? Look. Cherry cigar. Smell it!

Told you!

You think l'm stupid, boy?

You're gonna raise your voice to me?!

The next time l find you

smoking that sh*t...

...l'll stuff it down your throat.

And pick up this pigsty!

Jesus Christ.

lt's not funny, you two.

A perfect right-handed kidney.

-Hey, what'd your dad say?

-What'd he say?

''Sid, are you high?

The pool's for swimming.''

Tell him we'll fill it back up

when we're done.

Yeah. He said if you guys get hurt,

you'll sue him.

-We won't sue him.

-He said your parents will.

Dude, our parents

can't even afford lawyers.

Hey, man. Let me talk to your dad.

Hey, man. The only Mexicans

my dad talks to push lawn mowers.

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