Youngblood Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1978
- 90 min
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WHAT THAT WORD MEAN?
OVER MY SHOULDER, MAN?
I AIN'T LOOKING OVER
YOUR SHOULDER, MAN!
WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN
TO THE RADIO?
THERE AIN'T NOTHING--
OW!
CUPS HERE.
DOING ALL RIGHT.
LITTLE MORE?
LITTLE MORE?
LITTLE MORE.
-BIG MAN HERE.
-DRINK UP! BIG BOY.
YOU A KINGSMAN NOW.
All:
ALL RIGHT!( indistinct shouting )
KINGSMAN! KINGSMAN! YEAH!
KINGSMEN:
KINGSMEN:
GET DOWN NOW.
KINGSMEN:
ALL RIGH KINGSMEN
KINGSMEN:
HEY, MAN!
( instrumental music
playing )
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
KINGSMEN, YEAH!
( chanting continues )
GET DOWN!
-SO, HOW'S IT GOING?
MAKIN' A RUN
FOR THE MONEY.
ANYWAY, THAT'S WHAT WE
IN BUSINESS FOR, AIN'T IT?
OH, YEAH.
YOU PLANNING ON:
STAYING FOR A GAME?
NO CONTEST, MY MAN.
WAIT A MINUTE, CHUMP.
I DON'T PLAY
JUNIOR?
OH, UH, HEY, REGGIE.
UM... UH... MY BROTHER.
COME HERE A MINUTE.
HEY, I'LL CATCH UP
WITH YOU.
DOING IN HERE?
JUST HANGING OUT.
WITH AN EARRING:
IN YOUR EAR?
BEING PINCHED.
PINCHING ME.
NOW, YOU DON'T THINK
THOSE SISSIES GONNA
STOP SOMEBODY:
DO YOU?
HEY, MAN, YOU TALKIN'
'BOUT THE KINGSMEN.
-SO WHAT?
-SO LAY OFF.
COME ON.
NO, I AIN'T GOIN' HOME.
DOES MOMMA KNOW:
YOU'RE OUT HERE?
I AIN'T BEEN HOME
FOR TWO DAYS.
WHAT THE HELL:
YOU TRYIN' TO DO?
AIN'T DOIN' NOTHIN'
BUT BOWLING.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME
DOWN HERE AND BOWL
WITH THESE CHUMPS.
NEXT TIME, ALL RIGHT,
REGGIE?
SURE. WHY NOT.
BE CAREFUL.
YEAH. SURE YOU CAN.
SYBIL.
OH. HI, MICHAEL.
HOW YOU DOIN'?
FINE.
HEY, I DIDN'T KNOW
UH... SOMETIMES.
HMM?
UH, NO. I'M
WAITING FOR SOMEBODY.
OH, UH, YOUR BROTHER?
HEY, UH...
I DIDN'T GO BACK
TO SCHOOL. I QUIT.
MUCH ANYWAY.
IT'S ALREADY SUMMER.
UH... WHAT...
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
THIS SUMMER?
WHAT?
WHAT'S WRONG?
OH, UH,
ANYTHING I CAN DO?
ALL RIGHT, WELL, UH...
HERE, USE THIS.
NO, WAIT. LET ME GO
( faint gasping )
Youngblood:
ROMMEL!ROMMEL!
SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE.
SAY, MAN!
( music and chatter
continue outside )
Male Vocalist:
MOVE WITH THE CAT
HE'S DEAD.
IT'S ALL THE WAY
BABY:
IT'S NOT HARD
SYBIL!
SYBIL!
( distant siren
approaches )
LEAVE ME ALONE.
UM... WANT ME
TO TAKE YOU HOME?
NO.
YOU CAN'T STAY OUT HERE.
NO.
SYBIL, LOOK,
COME ON.
COME ON.
I DON'T WANT TO GO!
SYBIL.
I DON'T WANT TO GO!
PLEASE.
PLEASE.
YEAH.
EVERYTHING'S GONNA
BE OKAY.
OKAY, COME ON.
I'M SO SCARED.
JUNK.
WITH THAT STUFF?
I FEEL SO SICK, MICHAEL.
I'M NOT GONNA
I'M GONNA BE
ALL RIGHT, RIGHT?
JUST FINE.
( Sybil shuddering )
COME ON, NOW,
DRINK IT DOWN.
THERE YOU GO.
THAT'S IT.
( gasping )
NO BIG THING.
MUST HAVE SCARED HER TO DEATH.
GERONIMO'S DEAD.
WHAT YOU LOOKING
AT ME FOR, JOAN?
I KNOW YOU'RE
LOOKING AT ME.
WITH IT, BABY.
I AIN'T BEEN NEAR
NO JUNK SINCE I GO BACK FROM THE 'NAM.
DON'T IT?
YEAH.
AND I'M GONNA
LEAVE IT ALONE,
ROMMEL.
GERONIMO IS DEAD.
WE AIN'T LIVIN'
TOO TOUGH EITHER.
YEAH.
BACK TOMORROW.
YEAH, YOUR TURN NOW,
HOMIE.
GOOD SHOT, BABE,
GOOD SHOT.
( indistinct chatter )
GOOD SHOT, BABE!
GOOD SHOT, HOMIE.
GOOD SHOT.
GOOD SHOT, HOMIE.
THERE'S THE BALL--
THERE'S THE BALL, HOMIE!
COME ON, BABY!
NEXT TIME AROUND,
NEXT TIME AROUND.
COME ON, BABY.
COME ON, BABY.
I'LL TAKE IT, NOW.
I'LL TAKE IT!
COME ON, BABY!
COME ON, LITTLE MAN!
COME ON, NOW!
COME ON, NOW, HOMIE!
( indistinct comment )
GOING FOR THE HOOK, BABY,
MMM, YOUNGBLOOD!
WHOO!
AWW!
THAT'S IT, BLOOD.
SHAKE IT LOOSE.
COME ON. COME ON.
YOU WANT TO GO:
ANOTHER ROUND?
IF THAT'S YOUR GAME, MAN,
BOOGYING A LONG TIME.
YEAH, WELL,
I'D HAVE FLOATED
PAST YOU ALL DAY.
UH... YOU KNOW.
YEAH, BUT YOU AIN'T GO NO MORE BREAD.
MAYBE I CAN DO SOMETHING
FOR YOUR HEAD, HUH?
37th AND CRENSHAW.
BE THERE AROUND 9:30.
FROM THE JUNKYARD.
YOU BE THERE, MAN.
LOOKY HERE, MAN.
THIS AIN'T NO PLAY.
THIS IS BUSINESS, MAN.
COME ON.
THAT ALL YOU GOT?
WELL, IS IT GOOD?
IS IT GOOD?
( scoffs )
WHAT DO YOU THINK
I AM, MAN?
THE BEST. MMM-MMM-MMM.
YO...
HEY, MAN.
OKAY, MAN. YOU GO A LOT TO LEARN, HOMIE.
IT'S YOUR BAG.
MMM. IT'S YOUR GOOD DOPE.
NOW, THIS--
I SEE NOW!
COME BACK HERE:
WITH THAT BAG!
YOU BETTER GE AWAY FROM ME, YOU CHUMP!
YOU DON'T KNOW
WHO YOU TAKIN' WITH!
AS LIFE, BOY,
AND I'M GONNA TAKE I FROM YOU, YOU LITTLE CHUMP.
GIVE ME THAT BAG, BOY.
YOUR LIFE IS NOTHING,
CHUMP!
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