Southside
- R
- Year:
- 2003
- 106 min
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[Foreboding instrumental music]
(man)
Over my limit?
[Woman laughing]
Yes, you are.
(man)
It's good.
[Both laughing]
(man)
You know what?
I'm f***ing sick of the music
that they play at the club.
I am, because
you can't really...
You just can't dance right
to it, you know?
[Chuckling]
Yeah.
I'm sick...
And there's
the f***ing girls up there.
Are you kidding me?
Horrible.
Oh, Christ.
Hey, did you
f*** Lenny?
No.
You f***ed Lenny,
didn't you?
No, I didn't.
You don't have
to lie to me.
It's all over
on the street.
You know Lenny
has crabs, right?
No, he doesn't.
I'm f***ing serious.
Everybody knows
that Lenny has crabs.
No, he doesn't.
You're lying.
Did you give him
a Handy Andy?
No.
Please tell me
you didn't give,
because the Handy Andy's
my thing.
You swear you never
gave Lenny a Handy?
I swear.
Eileen, you are
a f***ing girl
after my own hard-on.
Oof!
Uhhh.
Uhn!
Sounds like a f***in'
flounder, don't he?
Uhn!
Uh!
Sweetie, want some of this?
[Laughs]
She just wants
some beauty sleep, fuckwad.
(Eileen)
Help!
[Car engine revving]
[Tires squealing]
Uh.
Oh, sh*t.
Jacko,
are you all right?
Uh.
F*** off.
Oof.
F*** off
yourself.
[Groaning]
Oh, Christ.
Oh, ho.
Oh, I may need
to stop f***ing her.
Oh.
[Spits]
Travis!
Travis!
[Snickering]
[Coughs]
Travis!
(man)
Jacko!
(Jacko)
Trav!
Jacko!
What are you...
What's up, man?
[Laughs]
What the f***
are you doing?
Oh, man.
I'm fine.
[Laughing]
I'm fine.
I'm f***ed up, man.
I know.
You're a...
You're a smart one,
Trav.
[Spits]
Oh!
Get your motor
runnin'.
Oh, man, come on.
Give me a break
with that stuff.
Head out
on the highway!
Lookin'
for adventure.
Where the f***'s
the car?
I don't know.
[Metal jingling]
I got the keys,
though.
[Wheezing laughter]
I think
I misplaced my date.
Goddamn it, Jacko.
Oh.
What are we gonna tell
your old man this time?
We can just tell him
to f***ing bring it on.
It's... it's f***in'
kick-Jacko's-ass night tonight.
Everybody knows it.
Shut up.
F*** him.
Probably,
you'll f***in'...
you'll think
of something.
Uh-oh, I'll think
of something.
Mm-hmm.
All right.
You're my best friend.
Yeah, of...
I'm your only f***in'
friend, all right?
I mean, who else would hang out
with a wacko like you?
Do you love me?
Yeah.
Yeah.
You know it.
You may not show it
all the time,
but you f***in'
love me.
[Travis laughs]
(Jacko)
Hey, do you remember Eileen?
I almost got a f***in'
Handy Andy from her tonight.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Dude, she's...
she's great.
I f***in' love Eileen.
[Throat scrapes]
[Spits]
Sh*t.
F***in' dead
next week.
Here you go.
Go for it.
[Spits]
(Jacko)
Oh, that was a f***in'
piss-poor spit, wasn't it?
The color's
good though.
Yeah, come on.
Come on.
[Spits]
Yeah.
Let's get
your ass home.
(Jacko)
F***in' Dumiak did this sh*t,
this f***in'...
bullshit.
Hey!
Who cares, man?
F***in' hate him.
Hey, how'd
he get you, anyway?
He was hiding.
[Chuckling]
He was
a hiding f*ggot.
Let me tell
you something, man.
Northsiders,
they're all faggots, all right?
Oh, f*** all
of them.
Trav?
Yeah.
I...
like...
to...
f*** and f***
and f*** and f***
and f*** and f***
and f*** and f***
and f*** and f***.
F***, f***,
f***, f***!
(man)
Shut up, a**holes!
Hey, f*** you, man!
Who the f***
was that?
[Police siren chirps]
Hold it right there, girls.
F***.
Playing games again,
O'Malley?
I cut myself
shaving.
Maybe you better
grow a beard.
I could
grow a beard.
I thought you were training
for your fight.
This is my training.
I'm just
carrying him home.
I thought you were a lot smarter
than this.
Get out of here before
I kick your skinny ass too.
Oh, Trav.
Bring it on,
you sack of sh*t.
Let's f***ing go.
I got this,
Fletch.
Just let me take him,
all right?
(Jacko)
Let's f***in' go.
Come on.
You stupid
piece of sh*t.
F*** him, Trav.
(woman)
Ach.
It's bad enough you're boxing.
They had to sheer you
like a sheep.
Yeah, well,
when I'm champ,
I'll grow it down
to my shoulders.
Yeah, so some girl
can come along and clip it off.
What are you
talking about?
You're my girl.
Come on.
[Man coughing]
[Sniffs]
You're up,
honey.
Sounds like goddamn
Jerry Springer in here.
You off to play
at the gym already.
Would you
like some juice?
Travis, Travis,
no, please, please.
Travis, no,
please, please.
Travis!
No.
Please.
Please.
Yeah.
There's your big hero,
gonna take you away
from all this.
Big f***in' mistake
is what it was.
I could still
kick your ass!
Do you hear me?
I could still
kick your ass,
and don't think
I can't!
Big f***in' boxer.
[Gasps]
[Laughs]
Hey, Trav.
You're early today.
I couldn't wait
to see you.
Oh, yeah?
You just wanted
something in your mouth.
Hmm.
[Chuckles]
Here, stick this in.
Mm-hmm.
Sh*t.
Mm.
I'm seeing you
tonight, right?
You're
seeing me now.
[Chuckles]
We don't
want these, ah,
falling down
on the street, do we?
Huh?
Mm-mm.
Mm.
[Laughs]
Oh, off to
the gym, baby.
Get us out of here.
[Blues music]
(men)
Yeah!
(man #1)
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey,
gentlemen,
how... how many was of them
Northside faggots
was it
at the Blue Moon?
Three, four,
or what?
Ten.
(man #1)
Ten!
(man #2)
Ten of those f***ers.
(man #1)
Ten of those...
(man #2)
In their own bar too.
Yeah, Rickey Bailey, his bunch,
all 12 of them.
Here we go.
Tom O'Malley...
versus 14
of them...
on his own too.
No backup
or nothin'.
No backup
or nothing.
20 of you
Northside faggots...
And I go plowin'
into you.
And I go plowin'
into you.
One, two, three,
you're next!
Through
the window.
Through
the window.
The bar.
Over the bar.
(both)
Bodies flyin' everywhere...
(both)
Savin' Bailey for last!
[Drunken laughter]
Yeah?
Yeah.
I'm outta here, Pop.
Oh, no, no, no, no...
hey, oh.
Have another.
I can't.
I mean, I'm supposed
to meet Travis at the gym.
You want me
to come with you?
[As baby talk]
Keep the bullies away?
[Snickering]
F*** off, Pop.
Hey, is that any way
to talk to your father?
You should have
more respect.
Never spend any time
together anymore.
He's gettin' old,
you know?
Come on.
All right.
Pour it like
you don't own it.
[Tapping]
(man)
Come on, fellas.
Come on, come on.
[Grunts]
[Snorts]
(man)
Hey, stop
dancin' around
like a couple of goddamn girls,
all right?
Jesus Christ,
come on.
Come on, Skids, make him work,
will you?
Make him f***in' work.
Make him work for Christ sakes,
come on.
You guys are like a bunch
of pansies out there.
Come on.
That's it.
[Men grunting]
That's it.
All right, break,
break, break, fellas.
Come on,
get out of there.
That's it.
[Echoey]
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
[Sonorous pounding]
Ah, hey.
Hey, Travis,
Jesus.
Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey!
Easy, Travis, easy!
Easy!
Come on!
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