The Warriors
- R
- Year:
- 1979
- 92 min
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It's still on, and we're going.
Cyrus sent an emissary
this afternoon to make sure.
Now, Cyrus don't want
anybody packed.
He don't want anybody
flexing any muscle.
I gave him my word that the Warriors
would uphold the truce.
Everybody says that Cyrus
is the one and only.
a look for ourself.
- We ain't been to the Bronx before.
- No sweat.
This conclave's gonna be
a real big item.
Every gang in the city
is gonna be there.
We're going in with nothing.
We're going in there
like everybody else.
Nine guys, no weapons.
You got the stuff?
I want you to hit everything in sight.
I want everybody to know
the Warriors were there.
You never know what's out there.
- Wearing our colors, we can't hide.
- Who wants to hide?
Maybe we'll get to waste
You just soldier
and keep your mouth shut.
When we get there,
Don't worry.
I don't feel like getting wrecked.
of Cyrus' little get-together...
...is meeting some strange wool.
I wouldn't mind laying something down
on the way back.
You got a one-track brain,
you know that?
What's the matter?
You going f*ggot?
What do you know about Cyrus?
Magic.
A whole lot of magic.
- What do you know about Cyrus?
- He's the one and only.
When you're president
of the biggest gang in the city,
you don't have to take any sh*t.
F*** him.
I'll tell you something,
I'll bet nobody's even gonna be there.
Can you count, suckers?!
I say the future is ours...
...if you can count!
- Come on, Cyrus, we're with you!
- Go ahead, bro!
Now, look what we have
here before us.
We've got the Saracens...
...sitting next to
We've got the Moon Runners...
...right by the Van Courtland Rangers.
Nobody is wasting nobody.
That...
...is a miracle.
And miracles
is the way things ought to be.
- Yeah!
- I heard that!
- I heard that.
- Come get answered!
with nine delegates from 100 gangs.
And there's over 100 more.
That's 20,000 hard-core members.
Forty thousand, counting affiliates,
and 20,000 more,
not organized but ready to fight.
Sixty thousand soldiers.
Now, there ain't but 20,000 police
in the whole town. Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
- Can you dig it?
- Yeah!
Now here's the sum total.
One gang could run this city.
One gang.
Nothing would move
without us allowing it to happen.
We could tax the crime syndicates,
the police,
because we got the streets, suckers!
Can you dig it?
Right on!
The problem in the past
has been the man turning us
against one another.
We have been unable
to see the truth,
because we've been fighting
for 10 square feet of ground,
our turf, our little piece of turf.
That's crap, brothers.
The turf is ours by right
because it's our turn.
All we have to do
is keep up the general truce.
We take over one borough at a time.
Secure our territory,
secure our turf
because it's all our turf.
The other way, against the crowd!
And keep your ass down!
Down!
Get out of the way.
They'll kill us all. Watch out, man.
Watch his head.
There wasn't supposed to be
no guns!
Come on, move it!
- Is Cleon all right?
- He's up there.
- Are you sure?
- No.
Come on! Move it!
There he is! That's him!
That's the Warrior!
- He shot Cyrus!
- Man, you're crazy. I didn't do nothing.
- We saw him!
- Yeah, that's him.
He's the one. He's the one!
The Warriors did it!
The Warriors did it!
The Warriors did it!
The Warriors did it!
The Warriors did it!
Kill him!
Down. Everybody down!
- Sh*t!
- You all right?
Yeah.
Everybody quiet.
Everybody make it?
Just Cleon's missing.
- Fuzz must've got him.
- Did you see him get busted?
I seen him,
then he wasn't there no more.
I was hauling ass.
Why don't you look around,
make sure we're okay.
This is a graveyard.
What are we gonna do now?
We're going back.
You mind telling us how?
- It's the only choice we got.
- Yeah, real simple.
Except that every cop in the city
is looking to bust our heads.
- We got something to think about.
- Yeah? What?
The truce.
Is it still on?
If it ain't, we're gonna have to bop
our way back.
Sh*t, I wish we was packed.
If this truce is off, anything could hit us
between here and that train.
If you get separated,
make it to the platform
at Union Square.
- That's where we change trains.
- I only got one question:
Who named you leader?
I got as much right
to take over as you.
It was Cleon's choice.
Swan's war chief.
Right now Cleon's most likely got
a nightstick shoved halfway up his ass.
Sh*t. I bet you can't even
find the subway.
Maybe we ought to talk
about this later, huh?
Well, what's wrong with right now?
I wanna be warlord.
Make your move.
- Hey, Ajax, lighten up.
- Big boy, Swan's war chief.
Hey, you guys!
The train's right over there.
Come on. Hurry up. Let's go!
Let's move.
Hey, man, don't worry about it.
Stay loose.
F***.
Rembrandt, mark this spot.
Hey! Wait for me!
Riffs!
Yeah, right!
Who are the Warriors?
There must be some word.
I want them all.
I want all the Warriors!
I want them alive, if possible.
If not, wasted.
But I want them.
Send the word.
All right, now, for all you boppers
out there in the big city,
all you street people
with an ear for the action,
I've been asked to relay a request
from the Gramercy Riffs.
It's a special for the Warriors.
That's that real,
live bunch from Coney.
And I do mean the Warriors.
Here's a hit with them in mind.
Be looking good, Warriors.
All the way back to Coney.
You hear me, babies?
Good. Real good.
Adis.
- Come on. What kind of crap is this?
- Yeah. What are we waiting for?
unless you wanna go up there and
get japed on an open platform.
Bullshit, man.
There ain't nobody on the street.
He's right. We're acting like faggots.
Just keep talking.
Move.
That's the Turnbull A.C.'s.
I think they forgot about the truce.
No sh*t.
Those lousy skinheaded fucks.
That's our train. We gotta make it.
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Are we gonna go for it?
Hold the f***ing train!
Those guys were some
desperate dudes.
- So was we!
- Even fight. We could take them.
Bunch of chickenshits!
Those cats didn't look
too chicken sh*t to me.
Me neither.
Well, we made it. And in an hour,
it is C.I., the Big Coney.
You got it. Give me that fist, buddy.
When we get there,
that's when we've made it.
Hey, no sweat, war chief.
- Hey! I've got Coney Island!
- Yeah!
Figure out how many stops
to the Union Square?
Hey, come on, man.
That's high math for Rembrandt.
It's all right. Nobody can read
these maps anyway.
Hey, forget it. What's the difference?
We're home free.
We just heard from the Turnbulls.
They blew it.
Sh*t. This train's had it.
This is f***ing impossible.
What the sh*t are we gonna do?
This sucks.
Why couldn't it rain now?
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