Stonewall Page #7

I'm not finished with you f***in' faggots.

Get out your false IDs.

Come on, ladies. I don't have all day.

- I got that.

- Mmm.

Let's see some ID, come on.

- You okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Get out your IDs. Let's go!

All right, girls. Pull them IDs.

Come on, open up those wallets.

Well, look who it is.

The elusive, untouchable Mr. Murphy.

Guess what? You're under arrest.

Really? What are the charges?

You really want me to go

through all of them with you

right now in front of these nice people?

Yes, I would like that, yeah.

I don't have the f***in'

time. Put up your arms.

You're hurting me, handsome.

Not so rough, mister.

Hey, Miller. Stop.

Jack, handcuff these two together.

Really? What the f*** are you doing?

Trying to be a hero or something?

Mr. Murphy, some girls look good in Chanel.

But you look perfect in a

pair of nice shiny handcuffs.

Shut the f*** up, will you?

Let's go! Get out of here.

All right, ladies. Let's go. Come on.

I said, not so rough.

Come on. Let's go. You

got IDs, you can leave.

You can go.

Hello, hello!

Our lovely Annie!

Dressed from the Raggedy Ann collection.

Work the runway, girl.

What a f***in' circus.

And Paul in a fabulous suit by Givenchy.

Next up, Queen Conga coming to the rescue

in her backpack day look.

Work the runway, mama.

Little Lee Boy up in his Jimmy

Dean tres boy realness,

and last, our Danny Boy,

straight off the runway from

the Ken Doll summer line.

Available only at Boy Toys "R" Us.

Looks like you're going down, Eddie.

I thought I told you to shut the f*** up.

All right. Put 'em inside.

Back up.

This is an unlawful assembly.

You will all be arrested.

Back up.

Go home.

If you stay here,

we're gonna arrest you.

What's going on?

Another raid.

Who's the lucky lady?

All, go home.

Get your f***in' hands off of me!

F*** off! F*** you!

No! F*** off!

F*** off! Don't touch me.

No! No!

Okay, okay.

F*** you! F*** you!

No! No! Get the f*** off!

Get your f***in' hands off of me!

Hey, hey! Hey!

No, no! F*** off!

Why are you all just standing there?

F***in' help me!

You follow me.

Get me out of here!

- Let's go.

- Get me out of here!

All right, everybody. Back off.

Move away from the car.

- You will be arrested.

- Hey!

Are you taking me on a date, Mr. Murphy?

Taxi!

Hey, hey! Murphy's getting away!

Get away from the car.

Ray, Ray, Murphy's getting away!

Stop! Stop!

Back off and get away

- from the car.

- Did you see that?

Huh? Right there!

Why wouldn't you do anything?

What's going on out there?

Murphy got away.

We just took him out of here

and put him in a f***in' paddy wagon.

- What happened?

- I guess you're right.

I guess he's got the 6th in their pocket.

You gotta take a look outside.

Every fag in New York is out there.

Jesus f***in' Christ!

Why won't you do anything?

You fucks!

Look at these asses.

They're all the f***in' same.

Where did all these people come from?

I told you.

This is gonna get out of hand really fast.

You mean the 6th just f***in' left?

I've had it with this bullshit!

Oh, no, no, no!

No, no! Cong, you're gonna make it worse.

How can it get worse?

Between the mob

and those f***in', money grabbing pigs,

a society hating and oppressing us

for being gay, and you

still wanna be polite?

'Cause it's gonna take away your precious

f***in' scholarship if you get arrested?

Come on!

Danny?

What are you doing?

No. That's not the way, Danny.

No, Trevor. It's the only way!

Gay power!

Come on!

Gay power!

Now, now. Hey, hey!

Everybody inside.

Inside! Back inside!

Welcome to the f***in' club, man.

Gay power!

Hey!

Put that jukebox against the doors.

They cut the phone lines. Jack...

- Yeah.

- Radio.

This is Seymour Pine.

We have an emergency situation.

Do you copy? We

are 10-41, 10-41.

Do you copy?

Sh*t!

Okay. We need to find a way out of here.

Maybe in the back. Find a phone.

Get us back up. Call TPF. Go!

All right. I need these kids over here.

Everybody in the back.

Over here.

Uh-oh.

Come on, girls, help me!

I got an idea. Come on, come on!

Hey!

Oh, yeah.

Sir, she got through the window.

TPF should be on the way.

Push!

Push that back! Keep that shut!

There will be no shooting

unless I shoot first.

You got it?

Oh, sh*t, there we go.

Let's go! Let's go!

Christ.

I hope they're not gonna burn

some old lady's house down.

That'll set us back years.

Would it, though? They're

not like us, Trevor.

These kids have nothing left to lose.

Let's organize a meeting for tomorrow.

Great idea.

Get away from the window! Jesus!

What the f***?

It's like a campfire.

Look for a fire extinguisher! F***!

Keep the door shut!

There's people in here, you fucks!

This is not the way I was planning to die.

Can you imagine the headlines?

New York City cops killed by

a screaming mob of homosexuals.

Ha!

Oh, sh*t!

All right, people. Back up!

Drop your bricks and your

stones and your bottles,

and back the hell up.

Go home!

If you stay here,

we're gonna arrest you.

Come on, pick something up.

Hey.

Danny! Girls, girls! Line up!

Line up, girls, come on! Come on!

Come on, line up! One, two, three.

We are the baddest girls

We wear our hair in curls

We wear no underwear

We show our pubic hair

We are the baddest girls

We wear our hair in curls

We wear no underwear

We show our pubic hair

We are the baddest girls

We wear our hair in curls

I cannot believe what

I'm looking at right now.

We show our pubic hair

All right, boys. Move in!

Back up.

This is an unlawful assembly.

Back up.

If you stay here, you'll

be arrested. Go home.

Paul, get the f*** out of there!

Go, go, go. Let's get the f*** out of here!

We okay?

Yeah, we're okay.

Open that.

Where the f*** have you guys been?

Hey, you wait here.

Auntie, darling, I need your help.

Thank you very much.

You know what, Mr. Murphy? You're done.

You think?

One night of faggy temper

tantrums in the Village

changes anything?

I can't wait to watch you

figure it all out, honey.

Just don't call me honey, you freak.

Come on!

Whoo!

F*** you!

Oh, sh*t!

Ray!

Ray! Ray!

You f***in' pigs! You f***in' pigs!

You lily pig! Everybody help him!

We've got our civil rights!

We've got our civil rights!

Come on! Run, you f***in' pigs!

Why don't you start by handing them out?

Okay.

Thanks.

Here you go.

"If you are..."

"Do you think homosexuals are revolting?"

You bet your sweet ass we are!

Guess who wrote this piece of sh*t?

- Oh.

- Mmm-hmm.

Danny's man Trevor.

We out fighting,

and this motherf***er's home making flyers.

Oh, Mary, he's called for a meeting.

Ooh! Free sandwiches.

He's a brave man, your boyfriend.

Yeah, well, he's not my boyfriend.

God!

Ooh, the attitude.

Wait! I'm sorry. Look, I'm sorry!

No, you're right. He's all

talk, and talk is cheap.

You know, maybe you'll

figure that out one day.

Danny, don't go. Where you going?

I don't know, Ray!

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