MAN: You know, some people don't like Brooklyn.
(CHUCKLES)
Me, I...
I think it's the land of opportunity.
It's a place, you know, where a man can...
rise up and...
build his dreams here, you know?
It's... overcome...
any obstacle that fate sets in his path.
For instance,
an obstacle that has been set in my path
is the federal bureau of investigation.
(GRUNTING)
And by striving...
to overcome that obstacle,
I found that the FBI...
are suspiciously...
well-informed as to...
the time and place...
of certain confidential transactions...
on which my business depends.
And a number of these transactions occurred on your watch.
(MUMBLING)
Which makes me wonder if...
if you might be the source of that information.
- (MUMBLING) - (LAUGHING)
- Okay. - (CHAIR SCRAPING)
Well, this concludes my introductory remarks.
I'm now going to turn
the proceedings over to Mr. White.
He's going to crush and mutilate
various portions of your body
until he's convinced
he knows your thinking on this matter.
- (CHUCKLES) - (GRUNTING)
Yeah.
Thank you, boys.
MAN: You wanna talk? This what you get right here.
- (MOANS) - Yeah, baby!
- Hey, rat, look at me. Look at me! - (CHOIR SINGING)
- Look at me, bitch! - MAN: Whoo!
That's how you do it.
(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ Dark cries
♪ Hidden places
♪ Undercover, twisted faces ♪
♪ Dark cries
♪ Hidden places
♪ Undercover, twisted faces ♪
♪ I feel alive when I'm close to the edge ♪
♪ In the city, you gotta keep a step ahead ♪
♪ Straight lie instead of doin' time ♪
♪ Gotta try to keep this head of mine ♪
♪ On the corners
♪ In the streets
♪ You gotta watch the people you meet ♪
♪ Pimps and broads and jokers and frauds ♪
♪ There's always somethin' going on behind the closed doors ♪
♪ Hey, where did it all go?
♪ Hey, all the love in the city ♪
♪ Hey, does anybody know
♪ Hey, where they love in the city? ♪
♪ The city
♪ Dark cries
♪ Hidden places
♪ Undercover, twisted faces ♪
♪ I look around, what do I see? ♪
♪ Crazy world turning in on me ♪
♪ I can't move, I can't breathe ♪
♪ Some crazy motherf-ker tryin' look and see ♪
♪ These dirty streets are getting me down ♪
♪ Gotta get myself outta this town ♪
♪ These pimps and broads and jokers and frauds ♪
♪ And always somethin' going on behind closed doors ♪
♪ Hey, where did it all go?
♪ Hey, all the love in the city. ♪
WOMAN: Greg?
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Greg, you don't wanna be late!
Greg?
Greg!
Never marry, my son.
Your father's parting words of advice.
I heard that.
(MEN LAUGH)
Is your brother home yet?
- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) - (LAUGHS)
(GIRL LAUGHS)
Hey, that's a lot of salvia.
GUY: Oh, that's a lot, dude.
- Oh, dude, it's all right, calm down. - (GROANS)
Oh, there he goes, there he goes.
He's gonna trip out.
- Come on, come on! - Shit, dude... (SHOUTING)
(LAUGHTER)
It's the Internet superstar.
10,000 hits since last night.
Dude, check it out.
(LAUGHTER)
- Oh, my God. - I can't feel my fucking hands!
(SHOUTING, SWEARING FROM PHONE)
WOMAN OVER P.A.: Bobby Kroupa, please report to the principal's office.
Bobby Kroupa, please report to the principal's office.
- Hey, Dylan. - What's up, guys?
- Dylan, my man. - What's up, dude?
- All right. - What's going on, man?
- See you after practice, all right? - Yeah.
- (CAR HONKS) - Give it up, D.
- Oh, shit! - Give it up, D!
- Get the fuck off me! - Where's that secret bang for tonight, man?
- You'll know when I know, dude. - Hey, man, give it up
or you're gonna have to carry me home. I ain't playin' with you.
Brooklyn somewhere, man. I told you, I don't know yet.
- Man, Brooklyn? No. - Yeah.
- You're shittin' me right now, no. - I'm shitting you not, man.
Delacorte's opening a club out there.
A sorta last-outpost- of-the-empire kind of thing.
(GROANS)
So that's that guy you're talkin' about, right?
That be throwin' all those amazing parties and stuff like that?
That's the one, yeah.
Hey, too cool, man.
Too cool for you, man. Just don't embarrass me, dude.
Who, me? Hey, is Chloe gonna bring that new girl with her?
- I don't know. - You gotta ask her, Dylan.
I need her to be there. I need her to be there. She's gorgeous.
- Can you ask her or something like that? - (GIRL LAUGHS)
DYLAN: She's right there, man. Why don't you ask her yourself?
It might be better. I know she likes me. I'm just sayin' in general.
- Hey, guys. - What's up, Chloe?
- Get a room. - Mmm, hi.
- What's up, Jessica? - (HUFFS)
We've been through this, Sam.
You're way too young for me.
You just turned 18 last week.
- Well, then you're a week too late, right? - (LAUGHTER)
- CHLOE: All right, so? - DYLAN: So?
What's up with this secret plan of yours tonight, huh?
I'll pick you up like, uh, like 9:00, okay?
I don't know. It depends on where we're going.
- Mm-hmm. - We're going to Brooklyn.
- CHLOE: Brooklyn? - Yeah, it's in Brooklyn.
- What? As in Brooklyn? - My parents don't let me go to Brooklyn.
Why would you tell your parents?
- Who's this? - She's fine.
I mean, it could be fun. It could be like a safari or something, right?
- (LAUGHTER) - Shut up! Right?
It's a Simon Delacorte deal, guys. It's gonna be good.
- CHLOE: Babe, that's tight. - DYLAN: So 9:00?
CHLOE: Yeah, I'll see you at 9:00.
- All right. - Bye.
- JESSICA: Come on. - GIRL: Okay, let's go.
Hey, so I'll see you later, Jessica, all right?
She's feelin' me, man.
- Aw, he's too much. - He is so sweet.
- I don't why you have to be so mean. - Then you date him then.
- He's cute. - Don't get me into this whole thing!
- Dylan's cute, come on! - But look at you:
"Oh, yeah, Brooklyn sounds like a great idea.
- That should be fun." - Shut up!
"Pick me up at 9:00, baby! I'll be waiting for you."
Shut up. It's gonna be so much fun.
Man, I cannot believe you're hittin' that.
- Can't... just can't believe it. - What can I say, man?
Sweets come to the sweet, my friend.
What can I say?
- You were all over him. - All right.
How do I dress for Brooklyn, okay?
- I don't know. Barney's? - Uh, duh, scoop?
- Oh! Totally scoop. - Yeah.
- Girl, you are so ignorant. - You so ghetto.
- (LAUGHTER) - All right, you guys, we need a cab.
- Look, right here. - Okay, here.
- Where to, ladies? - 70th and Madison.
All right. Here we go.
Yo, man, I gotta bounce. Give me the ball.
Go... go long. Get outta here.
Whoo! It's on tonight!
- So how was your day, master Dylan? - (CHUCKLES)
Hey, uh, this thing tonight,
this is an opportunity that I got you, you understand?
- Yeah, I know. - No, I just wanna tell you something.
You know, up here with your friends and school,
you're the big man. But, uh, where I'm taking you...
- Okay? - I know, I know.
You're Gandalf, you're Xavier. I bow to you.
Whatever. Look, just follow my lead, you hear me?
- I know, all right? - Okay.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
- GREG: There he is. - Oh, there you are.
Oh, ma, you're lookin' hot!
- How was school? - School was excellent.
I aced my chemistry test,
and Ms. Somerset said she might read my essay out at assembly.
That's wonderful, sweetheart.
News to warm the cockles of a father's heart.
And there is nothing like warm cockles, right?
Ms. Somerset did always have a soft spot for you jocks.
Well, look who came in for a visit.
Good to see you too, Dylan.
Logan is home for the whole weekend.
- Isn't that a nice surprise? - Aw, sweet.
Doesn't Harvard need you on weekends too though?
Translate emergency Latin or something?
(SPEAKING LATIN)
Well, look at you. You are getting so smart.
- What does that mean? - Yeah, Logan, what does that mean?
Didn't you say something about being late?
Oh! Oh, yes, yes, yes, we have to go.
Oh, hey, wait, you're not taking Ernie, are you?
No, I'm driving. Why?
I just need him to take me and some friends to a party later.
You said I could have Ernie tonight.
Dude, where would you go? It's not like you have any friends.
I'm supposed to pick up Lindsay at her thing at Bam.
- Then take a cab! - Hey, don't fight, boys.
- Work it out, you two. - Dad!
♪ Bye!
Hey, see ya, Dad, Mom. Have a great time.
Listen, you smart-ass fuck, I'm going to this party.
Find your own goddamn ride.
Yo, and that Latin, huh? What's that mean?
It means "when did the assholes make you their king?"
(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ So love me or leave me...
Here's to Brooklyn, baby.
- Brooklyn! - (EXCITED CHATTER)
♪ I feel good with you gone ♪
♪ I'm too fly to just die
♪ Wipe that hate from your eye ♪
♪ And should I change my number or move real far? ♪
♪ Because no matter where I go it's like there you are ♪
♪ And should I be a paranoid, have to watch my back... ♪
- (CHEERS) - Whoa, hey!
- Oh, ho ho ho. - We got more space!
Bitch, hey, where you going?
- (LAUGHTER) - Sam, chill.
- Girl, this is my side! - Hey hey hey!
Hey!
(SQUEALS)
- You ready to party, huh? - Hell yeah!
Whoo, come on!
- Have that. - (GASPS) It's a full bottle.
- (CHEERS) - DYLAN: Yes!
- Yes! - Are you ready?
♪ Ever I want right now, yes, I'm free... ♪
- JESSICA: Ooh, vikings. - Okay.
I don't know what that is, but it's gonna be go-oood!
Somebody went to a pharm party, right, Dyl?
Not exactly.
Hey, don't I always come through?
- Yes! - You do.
Always coming through. Always!
- All right then, okay! - That's mine though.
- What do you want? - Yeah!
- A little something really... - Yo, could we turn this music up, please?
- Turn it up. Dude, the whole way. - Turn it up.
- All the way, all the way. - All the way!
- Whoo! - ♪ My mind...
♪ It's my dilemma, should I change my number... ♪
Um, I'm good. I'm just gonna smoke a joint tonight, yo.
- A joint? - (LAUGHTER)
- You're joking. - That shit is so last year, man.
- Last... - JESSICA: Awww.
- (SNIFFING) - JESSICA: Yo, you guys!
Hey, yo, dude, what's your brother doin' here, man?
- What's up? - He's an asshole, that's what.
Actually, I'm doing you a favor by dropping you off.
- Oh, fuck you. - I don't know. He's kinda cute.
Can we invite him back here?
- SAM: Come on, man! - Yeah, come on, Logan.
- Come on back here. - Come on, baby! Have some fun with us.
The ladies love you back in here. Come on.
- Hold on, hold on, hold up. - (LAUGHTER)
- He's such a tight ass. - JESSICA: Tight ass.
(LAUGHTER)
- This you usual Friday night? - (MUFFLED CHEER)
Come on. They're kids, all right?
(VOCALIZING)
Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Oh, shit, look at 'em! Go buck wild!
- That's what I'm talkin' about! - Whoo!
Yo, my... my turn. My sh... I got my shot right here.
- I'm ready for a shot. - Drink it.
Whatever.
- Yo, that's fucked up. - That's funny.
- I was tryin' to... - (LAUGHTER)
- DYLAN: Shit, man, that's rough. - (PHONE RINGING)
No, shut up, shut up.
It's my dad. Turn the music down. Shh!
- Turn it down! - Quiet!
Hi, Daddy.
- Daddy? (SNICKERING) - Hi, Daddy.
- That's crazy, man. - Oh, it's you.
- Shh. - What do you want?
A fuckin' mess? All right, cool, then you clean it up.
What, are we suddenly on the planet of no maids?
(LAUGHING)
All right, you know what? Tell my dad.
Yeah, good luck with that.
- Oh, my God. - Yo!
- (LAUGHTER) - (MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES)
- Stepmom... whatever. - Yo, turn this shit up.
You're too cool for me.
- Is that a cop? - (MUFFLED CHEER FROM BACK)
No, I'm all right. We're all right.
- What happened, Ernie? - What?
- You.
You used to always be the one to keep us in line.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, look at the college boy coming home and telling me my business, huh?
It's not easy, you know.
10 years I've been around picking you kids up,
making sure you're okay
when your dad was off on his business trips
and your mom was off doing whatever the hell it is she does.
- (HORN HONKS) - Hey, come on. Let's go!
Go back to Jersey!
All that caring and all that stress, you know?
But old Ernie was there, right? Ten years of doin' this shit
and I'm tired, you know? I just, uh,
I'm still behind the wheel, you know? I'm still opening doors.
- (CHEERS) - Oh, my gosh.
Ernie's fed up.
(WOMAN VOCALIZING)
Whoa, Brooklyn!
Hell's yup!
(CLUB MUSIC THUMPING)
(HONKS)
(KIDS LAUGHING)
DYLAN: Whoo, yeah!
Come on!
(LAUGHS)
Ernie, what are you doing?
I'm just gonna make sure it's all right.
Sit tight, sit tight. I'll be right back.
- Let's go! Party! - JESSICA: Party!
- GIRL: Here we go! Party! - Let's go. Come on, kids!
- I'm not waiting in that line. - Not a problem. We're not waiting.
Go right up. Right up to the front.
Brooklyn, make some noise!
You know what it is, you homeboys! Break your needle!
Ladies, put your hands up. You know what it is, man.
♪ Bro-okay L-Y-N ♪
♪ I'm cool, Bro-okay L-Y-N ♪
♪ I don't think you know who the hell I am ♪
♪ A microphone fiend, letting me rock him ♪
♪ I move Mary Jays and you ain't seen them ♪
♪ Because I get it 'cross the water and I pay by yen ♪
♪ My big cousin told me don't ever see the pen ♪
♪ So I did when I'm done and I'm out like the wind ♪
♪ The corner store, that's where all this shit began ♪
♪ But I took it to the city and got Richie real quickly ♪
♪ A couple new additions, but the crew is still with me ♪
♪ Bobby, Mikey, Rodney, Ricky ♪
♪ Not quite 21, but you can still hit me ♪
♪ I'll be Blackjack to fat cat to scratch back ♪
♪ Don't get a new face, just try the new taste... ♪
What you havin'?
♪ Say hello to the way I am ♪
♪ I'm cool, Bro-okay L-Y-N ♪
- ♪ I'm cool, bro... - (DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
THUG: Whoever's talking to the feds
ain't hooked up into one territory, all right?
This guy's moving all around... Canarsie, Harlem, Midtown.
There's only one man doin' that.
The collector.
Hey, yo, Jefe?
I got a source that'll soon tell me
who the fuckin' Raton is.
My cousin, who works for the Brooklyn task force,
he's bangin' this hot chick from the feds.
- Please. Save the story. - (DOOR OPENS)
- Hey, yo, Simon. - Yeah, Smalls.
You got a visitor.
Fellas.
Ernesto.
How delightful to see you, man.
Good to see you.
Sorry it took so long. The traffic was fucked.
- It was unbelievable. - SIMON: Yeah, huh?
Whew! So I brought that kid with me tonight... Dylan.
I figured you guys could have a little chat.
(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
(SQUEALS, GIGGLES)
♪ By the way that you touch me, touch me ♪
♪ I knew you liked me, liked me ♪
♪ Shorty, get a hit of this and you gonna love me ♪
♪ You ain't doing nothing
♪ So why you wanna mug me?
♪ And I know you don't like me... ♪
Yeow!
D.J.: Brooklyn, where ya all at? Put 'em up! Put 'em up!
♪ Breaking bricks down like kung-fu ♪
♪ There they got bass like the trunk do, trunk do... ♪
D.J.: Move it to the left a little. Move it to the left a little.
Me, I like that. I like that right there.
New York, baby, let's go, let's get it.
♪ If we want a hand, we'll earn the stage show too ♪
♪ So learn from one and let the goons come through ♪
♪ Niggs all around me, make you get eight like nothing ♪
♪ Shorties never want to leave me and I know you want to be me ♪
♪ 'cause I stay so high next guy, they wanna be me ♪
♪ Hos go nuts when my doors go up ♪
♪ And my pimps sell dope, I get the ho coked up ♪
♪ For free, motherfucker, I just fuck her on up... ♪
Look, Simon, I know the clubs have been good to you,
but this kid could bring in whole new markets,
you know? He's... he's got contacts in all those,
you know, ritzy private schools on the Eastside.
Right? These are rich kids, lots of expendable income.
Simple economics, you know?
- Huh? - You know my weaknesses.
Let's meet this young man of yours, shall we?
Great. You won't regret it.
(MUFFLED MUSIC THUMPING, PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(KEYS CLINK)
- (DANCE MUSIC PLAYING) - SAM: Yo yo, this is crazy.
This party's nuts though. This is crazy.
See that pink?
You were right, man.
Hey, yo. Yo!
- You Dylan? - Yeah.
Mr. Delacorte wants to see you.
That's that guy you've been talking about.
I know him!
Okay, big man.
- Babe... Simon? - Yeah, I gotta do something.
I'll be back in a minute, I promise, okay?
- This way, homeboy. - Son of a bitch.
You!
This is fucking cool, man!
You know, Dylan wanted me to go with him.
I... I decided to stay.
Why?
Gotta make sure you're good. You know, this is Brooklyn.
- Yeah, Brooklyn's dope. - Anything could happen.
I'm just being prepared. I'm always prepared. See this?
What you gonna do, cologne them to death?
No, this is pepper spray. This is some serious stuff.
Don't! Give me that before you hurt yourself.
Guess I'm gonna have to protect you now.
Then I'm winning.
D.J.: All right, ladies, you know what it is, man.
We party here till 6:00 in the morning.
Ain't no rules, ain't nothing to worry about.
♪ I'm the man 'round here
♪ If you ask about me, I'm the man 'round here ♪
♪ I'm the man 'round here ♪
♪ If you ask about me, I'm the man 'round here ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm the man 'round here... ♪
(RAPPING IN PATOIS)
Hey, Dylan! Dylan!
LOGAN: Excuse me.
D.J.: Brooklyn, stand up!
Ladies, take your panties off, man!
This must be the enterprising young man I've been informed about.
(LAUGHS)
You only get one chance to make a first impression.
Now Ernie here tells me that you wanna be in business with me.
- Absolutely. - Absolutely!
(LAUGHTER)
Privilege sure does build confidence, doesn't it?
- ERNIE: Mm-hmm. - Why?
What?
Why do you want to be in business with a man like me?
I mean, you obviously don't need the money.
But this isn't about circumstances, is it?
- Black, white... - (PHONE RINGING)
...rich or poor...
Yeah, what's up, Primo?
- Circumstances are for faggots, aren't they? - (LAUGHS) Yeah.
Yeah, all right, thanks.
You see, men are guided by their desires.
You desire to leave your circumstances.
- Oh, yeah. - You desire to turn your back
on the safety net of vanilla-land over there
and get a little... a little downtown sprinkled on you.
Maybe have some excitement, take some risks,
maybe make a little pocket change you don't have to ask Daddy for.
That'd be a good thing, right?
Hey, boss... (WHISPERS)
See, Ernie...
Ernie here is different.
- (CHUCKLING) - He has needs.
- He needs to feel important. - Yeah, fuck right, he does.
See, Ernie, Ernie needs
to be more than just a chauffeur.
That's why he's brought you to me.
And Ernie needs to be more than just my collector,
and that's why he's introduced me into your world.
- That's right. - That's right.
He also needs to prove to the FBI
that he knows all about my operations,
and that is why Ernie's a dead man.
Simon... (GROANING)
Holy fuck, man! Dude, what the fuck is that?
(SCREAMING, COUGHING)
DYLAN: Whoa, man!
- (MOANS) - Jesus Christ, man! Yo, listen to me!
- I-I did not mean to... - (MOCKING STAMMER)
No. See, Dylan...
you didn't think.
You just desired.
- (BLOWS THUDDING) - (ERNIE GROANING)
Shit, man. Dude, you can't do this.
No, see, I can
because this is my world
and my desires rule.
- I can... I can pay you. - Look... what?
- Let me pay you, man! - I'm sure you can.
(SOBS)
Kill him.
- LOGAN: No, wait! Stop! Run, Dylan, run! - (GUNSHOTS)
- (GUNSHOT) - Save it, save it, save it.
- Save it, save it. Get rid of him. - (ERNIE COUGHS)
- ERNIE: Please, Simon. - We got a small problem.
Oh, God. (MOANING)
♪ It's the time
♪ To get the fever going
♪ It's the time
♪ To get the fever going...
- Yo, watch yourself! - There they are, there they are.
Let's go... over there. Go go!
We gotta go! Let's go! Guys, come on! We gotta get outta here!
Chloe! Come on, let's go!
Go, go, go, go! Chloe, Chloe!
- We gotta go. - We gotta go now!
Move, move!
- Hey, ow! - Hey, this dude is crazy. Come on.
- DYLAN: Let's go! Come on, come on. - JESSICA: Dylan, what the fuck?
- LOGAN: The limo, the limo! - DYLAN: Go! Get in the fucking car.
- Dylan, what's... I don't... - Come on, come on.
- (SHRIEKS) - Fuck!
Fuck fuck. Ohhh.
Oh, God,
Ernie.
- (SCREAMING) - Shit! Come on! Where's the fucking subway?
Go! We gotta go now! We gotta go.
- Let's go! - SAM: Yo, Dylan, wait up.
- CHLOE: Please wait. Dylan. - Come on, come on!
- (WALKIE CHIRPS) - Yo, D, I see 'em. We're gonna get 'em.
Come on.
The train, come on! The train.
- (SHOUTING) - LOGAN: Come on.
Come on, go!
SAM: What are we running from?
- Run! - CHLOE: Dylan, slow down!
Go, go, go, go, go!
- Go! - Shit, it's closed.
- JESSICA: Wait, wait, wait. - LOGAN: Over here!
Over here. We can get through. Come on.
- We can get through. - Go, go, go. Come on, man.
- What are we running from? - Come on.
- Go! - Jess, wait up!
- Gonna get you, motherfucker. - (GRUNTS, RIPS)
Great.
- (SCREAMS) - GIRL: Come on!
You're slowing down. Come on, come on!
- Run! - Where are we going?
Where are you going?
Gonna get you motherfuckers!
Come on, Sam.
Fuck!
Chloe, come on!
CHLOE: They're coming, hurry. Go, go, go, go, go!
CHLOE: Dylan!
(SAM COUGHING)
Shit! All right,
somebody better tell me what the fuck is going on here!
- (SAM COUGHS) - Oh, God. Ernie...
Oh, shit! They fuckin' killed Ernie.
- What the fuck? - What?
- And they're gonna kill us! - CHLOE: Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God, oh, my God. - Gotta call the cops.
- Shit, I don't have a signal. - Holy shit.
Hannah!
We left Hannah!
(VOMITING)
- GIRL: Come on! - (KNOCKING)
Girl in the bathroom?
Come on.
- Come on! - (RETCHING)
The girl's been in there forever.
We left Hannah. (GASPING)
And, Dylan, what the fuck are you talking about, killing us?
Man, what the hell did you guys do up there, okay?
- What the fuck did you do? - Listen, Chloe, it's all right.
It's all right. We just gotta go get up top and call the cops.
I don't see 'em, guys. I don't see 'em.
Maybe they're not coming.
Of course they're coming, you dumb shit!
- Get the fuck off me, man! - They're gangsters.
We saw what they did.
They're coming and they're gonna keep coming
- until they kill us all. - Oh, that's my fault, huh?
LOGAN: Who's fault is it?
- You okay, Sam? - Yeah.
Look, man, I didn't know, okay?
You didn't know?
- Dylan, what were you doing? - That's enough.
- Tell me! - That's enough!
What the fuck did you think you're doing down there?
Look,
while we're here arguing,
- what do you figure they're doing? - (GUNSHOT)
- Fuck! - You missed?
Shit! Fuck you, all right?
You're a fuckin' pussy, bitch!
(THUGS ARGUING)
(KIDS SHOUTING)
- (SCREAMS) - Go, go, go.
Come on... Sam, Sam!
- (SHOUTING IN SPANISH) - What the fuck?
Speak English. What'd you say?
- (GROANS) Don't start with me, boss. - You're in America now.
- It's your fault. - All my fault?
We had them and you let them go. Bro, you had 'em!
If you was good at some shot...
What's going on?
The kids... they ran down the platform. I think they went
behind that blue construction thing back there.
So relax, okay? They've done us a favor.
Most of the train stations this part of Brooklyn
are either shut down or sealed off.
Bones, take Chulo,
go out to the club and handle that shit before the cops get there.
Yo, boss, why I gotta go with him? He crazy, boss.
Hey, Chulo, why don't you do what you're told?
Come on!
All right. You got your flashlight on you?
Yeah, boss.
All right.
- Let's go hunting. - Whoo!
Whoo!
JESSICA: Chloe?
(ALL SHOUTING)
LOGAN: Guys, come on, keep running.
Where the fuck are we running?
CHLOE: Ow!
- JESSICA: Chloe! - Shit, come on.
What is this?! Fucking shit.
- CHLOE: What? - DYLAN: Huh?
- What? - There still might be a way out, right?
There has to be. There has to be.
I don't even know, man. I don't think anybody's
been down here for years. You see this?
Maybe we can get out upstairs.
- (BANGS) - No! Fuck.
(GRUNTS)
We just have to get upstairs and just call the cops.
- This can't be happening. - Honey, are you all right?
- (SAM COUGHS) - Are you okay?
- Yeah. - (METAL RATTLING)
(SHIVERING)
Hey, I, uh...
I had a good time tonight.
- Me too. - (CHLOE MUTTERS)
- Somebody give me a hand over here. - (METAL SCRAPES)
Yeah.
Okay.
(GRUNTS)
It's a phone or something.
(PANTING)
- There's no way out. - (GRUNTS)
We gotta go.
(SCREAMS)
- Shh. - (DISTANT SHOUTS)
There they go, right there.
What... what is that?
What? What is that?
I don't know, but we gotta go now!
Now... let's go. Come on.
Shit. Oh.
(FENCE RATTLES)
What... oh, my God.
Whoa.
Those pills...
- (THUG SPEAKS) - Oh.
- Come on. - (JESSICA SHOUTS)
- We gotta go on the tracks. - SAM: Shhh!
- We gotta go on the tracks. - Man, no!
- On the what? - We gotta go on the tracks. Come on!
- There's no other way to go. - Are you crazy? Shit.
- Come on! - SAM: Fuck, man! Shh, shh, shh!
- (WHISPERING) Quiet. Come on, come on. - Let's go, let's go.
- LOGAN: Come on, Chloe, we gotta go. - I can't go down there.
SAM: We don't got a choice. You gotta go!
- Sam, listen to me... Sam, Sam. - We don't have a choice!
I can't go down there, okay? I can't go down there!
- Hold on just one second! - (SOBBING)
- Okay. - I can't go down there.
I know you're scared, okay? Chloe, I'm scared too.
But we have to go.
Okay. Okay.
- Come on. - LOGAN: Girls, they're coming.
- We have to go now. - SAM: We don't have a choice. Okay, let's go.
- We have to go right now. Let's go. - Come on.
Come on, let's go.
- (SHOUTS) - Go, go, go, go!
Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go. Move!
LOGAN: Come on, come on, come on.
Let's go, let's go, come on.
- Come on. - JESSICA: Come on, Chloe!
(GUY COUGHS)
- (JESSICA SHRIEKS) - It's on. Get over here, come on.
- Get over here. - What the fuck was that?
It's on. If you touch it, you die. Just stay away from it.
- What? - It's okay, be careful.
- Come on, we gotta keep going, you guys. - Let's go, come on!
We gotta go. We gotta go, come on!
- Come on. - (SIZZLES)
Stay with me. Just follow the light.
- You guys handle everything at the spot? - Everything cool, Jefe.
All right, good.
Let's keep moving.
Smalls.
Ha, this rich kid's got balls.
I'm gonna enjoy ripping 'em off and feeding 'em to him.
All right, let's go.
(GRUNTS)
- JESSICA: Come on, Chloe. - My feet are killing me.
- Take your shoes off then. - Oh, yeah, right, and walk...
- (SCREAMS) - (RATS SQUEAKING)
(SCREAMING)
SAM: I got you. Don't worry about it. I got you. Come on.
- Oh, my God! - We gotta go. Yo, it's just a rat!
(SOBBING)
JESSICA: Careful, Chloe.
- CHLOE: You guy... - JESSICA: You okay?
Hey, look up ahead.
JESSICA: What?
Ah shit.
What?
Think it's an exit?
It's worth a shot.
Come on.
- Come on. - (GRUNTS)
- Go, go, go, go. - Okay.
(CHLOE GRUNTS) Oh, gross.
(ALL PANTING)
Everybody stay close.
Ugh, what is that smell?
LOGAN: Hey,
that could be our way out.
- Where? - Oh, go.
CHLOE: Please. Oh, this is so...
(CHLOE SNIFFLES) Oh.
Oh, Jesus.
Looks like someone lives here.
CHLOE: Gross.
(CHLOE GROANS)
What are you doing?
There's a staircase. It's gotta lead out.
I'll go first.
If the exit's locked, your "friends" could trap us in there.
Hey, what did he mean "your friends"?
- LOGAN: Cover your eyes. - CHLOE: What? (SHRIEKS)
Shhh! Keep your voices down. They could be close.
What?
If they come this way, just take off.
- What? - What about you?
Hey, stay here with the girls.
Hold it low to the ground. Give me some light going in.
When I'm out of range, turn it off!
(COUGHS) Oh, man.
(SQUEAKING)
Shh-shh-shh.
Oh, man. Dylan?
- Dylan? - Shh.
CHLOE: What does he mean?
Why did he call these gangsters your friends?
Shut up, Chloe. Logan said just keep your voice down, okay?
I know.
- (GRATE SCREECHES) - (GRUNTS)
- What did he mean? - Would you shut up?
- Just shut up. - Dylan, I just need to know what he meant.
Stop freaking asking me questions.
I'm freaking asking you questions because I'm freaking out.
I don't fucking know, okay? Just shut up.
- Dylan, just tell me. What? - Jesus!
What?
Fuck you!
You know what, Dylan? You really suck sometimes.
- (NECK CRACKS) - (SIGHS)
I'm so glad I never had sex with you.
Get off me. I said get off of me!
- Stupid bitch. - (GASPS) What?
Oh!
(CHLOE SOBS)
- What? - "Sweets come to the sweet."
- Sh-hh... - Oh, fuck you.
Ain't no justice.
Let me see the light.
Okay, let's go.
Don't pay attention to him. He's an asshole.
Yeah.
So...
You never did it with Dylan?
Nope.
But everybody thinks...
We're, like, going at it every two seconds. I know.
That's what you're supposed to think, dummy.
Why?
Because there's no such thing as a cool virgin,
that's why.
You know, Dylan said I was being stupid,
but I, um...
I just wanted my first time to be special.
(SNIFFLES)
I don't think it's stupid...
To want your first time to be special.
Yeah.
Well.
Probably never gonna live to do it anyways now, so...
(GRUNTS)
(WATER FLOWING)
(JESSICA WHISPERS) Logan!
Where's he at?
- You okay? - Yeah.
He's taking a long time, guys.
I don't even know what he's doing.
No way back.
- (BOTTLE CLATTERS) - Shit.
- (CHLOE GASPS) - SAM: Oh, shit.
- DYLAN: It's okay. - SAM: Shit, go.
(WHISPERS) Logan!
Hydraulic pressure?
Shh, shh, shh.
Oh, fuck.
- Logan! - Shh, shh!
Chulo, Bones, you guys take this side.
We're gonna continue down this path, okay?
Hey! The first whiff you get of these kids,
you hit me on my walkie, understand?
Let's go.
(RATS SQUEAKING)
Jess!
Come on, that's it. We've gotta go.
- Let's go, let's go. - Logan!
Oh, shit, we're under the east river.
There's no way out.
(JESSICA WHISPERS) Logan, they're coming!
- Logan! - What about your brother?
- He'll catch up. - No, no, he's your brother.
- No, let's go, come on. - Your brother.
He'll catch up. Come on.
- Logan! - Let's go. Now!
Come on, come on, come on.
Let's move. Come on.
We should go this way.
Ugh, it smells like piss down here.
Anybody home?
Looks like bums been sleeping back there.
- (RATS HISS, CHITTER) - (YELPS)
Ah!
(RATS SQUEAKING)
- (CHULO LAUGHING) - I'm not going if there's rats there.
And it's crazy for me to be scared of some rats?
- Hurry up. - CHLOE: How can I hurry if I can't see?
Just keep moving.
CHLOE: Shit!
DYLAN: Oh, shit.
JESSICA: Shh, shh!
Ahhh!
- Jesus! - (CHULO LAUGHS) Dead end, motherfuckers!
All right, children, now get your hands up on your pretty little heads.
We're gonna meet the man.
- Get 'em up! - (GASPS)
Let's go. Get him outta here.
Let's go!
Come on, let's go. Move!
Come on, let's go. Muevete!
- (CHLOE WHIMPERS) - Yeah, I could watch that all night long!
Get off me, you pig!
- Ah! - What?
Yo, don't even try to be a hero.
Turn around. Move it, move it.
You like the way that feels?
Huh?
- You like that? - No.
- You don't like that? - No.
- No, please. - Huh?
- Please. - I got something that you might like.
(WHIMPERS, SOBBING)
- Please stop. - You wanna feel it?
- No. - Go ahead. I'll let you.
Say it, mama. Go ahead, say it.
"I loved it when you hit me.
It makes me feel so good when you hit me."
- (SOBBING) - Huh? You like it rough, don't you?
Leave her alone. (GASPS)
- What's the matter? - Nothing.
- Feeling left out? - No, no.
Girls always battling for attention, huh?
- JESSICA: I'm not, I'm not. - Come on, man, get off her.
- (JESSICA SOBS) - The fuck did you just say?
(EXHALES)
(CHUCKLES) Oh. Chulo.
This little pussy's got nerve.
Come on, man.
That your girlfriend?
- Come on. - You ain't even got the fuckin' balls
to stand by your woman.
You fuckin' faggot.
That must mean she's up for grabs. Huh?
- Say it. Say it. - Uh...
Say I could have her.
Say it. Shh.
Say it. Go on.
Say it. I could have her.
- (WHIMPERS) Yo, man... - If you don't say it,
I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out. Say it!
Bones, Bones, Bones.
Stop torturing the punk.
Yeah, we'll have our fun later.
Let's get them back.
- Let's go. - (CHLOE WHIMPERS)
Put your hands up on your head! Let's go!
- (GIRLS WHIMPERING) - CHLOE: Okay.
BONES: Let's go! Move!
- (WALKIES CHIRPING) - Yo, D, we got 'em.
- Excellent. - We're bringing 'em to the tunnel entrance.
All right, we'll meet you there. You got all five of 'em, right?
Uh, what? (GRUNTS)
- Run! Run! - (SAM GRUNTS)
(BONES GRUNTS, GROANS)
Get outta here! Go! Hurry! Get outta here!
- Shit! - Dylan, get them outta here!
- Get outta here! - (GIRLS SHRIEKING)
- We gotta go, Sam! - (ALL SHOUTING)
DYLAN: Come on, Sam! Sammy!
- Come on, Sam, we've gotta run. - Look out!
(GUN COCKS)
Whoa, come on.
Oh, shit.
- (ECHOING GUNSHOT) - (MOANS)
(GASPS)
I'm gonna have fun with you.
(GRUNTS)
(YELLS)
(PANTING)
Sam...
Sam.
(SNIFFLES)
(CHULO MOANS)
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
(GROANS)
(GROWLING)
(YELLS IN SPANISH)
Ahh, shit!
Fuck, my eye!
(SOBS)
Fucking pieces of shit!
- Logan. - (SCREAMS)
(WHISPERS) Come on.
Come on.
This way.
Logan?
Oh, my God, what happened?
- Where's Sam? - DYLAN: He can't be far behind.
- Come on, let's go. - Jess, come on.
- Where's Sam? - Jess, come on, we've gotta go.
- Logan, where's Sam? - Jess, we'll find him.
Come on, we've gotta go.
Logan, please tell me where Sam is.
Jess, come on.
Logan, where the hell is Sam?
Where the hell is Sam?
Jess, come on.
Oh, fuck. (PANTS)
What happened?
SMALL: This fuckin' dude is barbecue!
- CHULO: They-they jumped us. - What the fuck happened?
They jumped us and Bo... Bones...
and we got one of those motherfuckers!
What's that, some kind of fucking trade-off?
SMALL: Damn, Bones.
- What a way to go out. - (CHUCKLES)
It's almost funny, ain't it?
They're still running
because they still think they're alive.
(SIZZLES)
But they're dead.
Every last one of 'em.
- Wait! - (LOGAN VOMITS)
- DYLAN: What's wrong? - (LOGAN GRUNTS)
- Logan. - What's wrong, Logan?
- (SIGHS) - JESSICA: What happened?
What happened back there? Where's Sam?
- He's dead. - What?
- They killed him. - DYLAN: What?!
No, they didn't. No, he's... no, Sam's not...
No, Sam's not dead.
- You sure? - Yes.
I'm sure, Dylan.
I watched him die.
(WHIMPERS) No.
I watched the light go out of his eyes.
(GASPS)
What, are you... you surprised, huh?
- (CHLOE SOBBING) - What did you think would happen?
Who the fuck did you think you were dealing with?
Dylan, what is he talking about?
Go on.
Tell her.
Tell her why your friend died.
Tell her why we're all gonna die
in this fucking rat-infested subway tunnel!
Dylan, what is he talking about?
- (GIRLS SOBBING) - Know why you were invited to this party?
Huh?
No.
JESSICA: No.
No.
It was so Dylan could have a little sit-down
with Delacorte and his gang to peddle their filthy fucking drugs
in your school. Isn't that right?
Oh, Dylan, no.
- No. - You and me, man.
You and me, we were born with everything.
Everything!
- This is the best you can do? - I'm sorry, all right?
I'm sorry Sam's dead.
(JESSICA SOBS)
CHLOE: Sorry?
You just don't get it.
I didn't mean for this to happen.
- Chloe! - I can't.
I can't. No, this is way too much, Dylan.
Chloe, listen to me.
Jess.
(GRUNTS)
Get off me.
You selfish asshole. (SOBS)
(SIGHS)
(CHLOE SOBBING)
(RUMBLING)
Wha...
You feel that?
Yeah, I feel it too.
- LOGAN: It's getting closer. - Oh, no.
- (CHLOE GASPING) - A train.
(RUMBLING GROWS LOUDER)
- CHLOE: Come on. - JESSICA: We've gotta get out of here.
- (HORN BLASTS) - Run!
- CHLOE: Go! - Oh, shit!
Come on, let's go! Hurry!
CHLOE: Go! Go!
Go, go, go!
- (HORN BLARING) - JESSICA: Go, Dylan!
(ALL SHOUTING)
- Dylan! - (HORN BLARES)
(GRUNTING)
- ...fuck with you. - What the fuck is going on there?
(ALL PANT)
He got anything in his pockets? He ain't got shit...
Yes, he do. Yes, he do.
Look at this little pretty thing he got here.
Hey! Hey, man! (GRUNTS)
- (SPEAKS SPANISH) So pretty. - (DYLAN COUGHS)
(LAUGHS)
Man, what the fuck you looking at, man?
Man, go ahead and give me some of that money.
You got a motherfucking watch!
You got the motherfuckin' cellphone.
Gimme some of that fucking money, man.
Go ahead, my nigga man. Hey, walk with that, man. Walk with that, man.
Man, where the hell am I?
I got a motherfuckin' gold card, baby.
I'm a member now. Ha! What you know about that?
If you're gonna try to use 'em, you're just gonna get arrested anyway. Just...
Uh!
The credit... let me have my wallet, please.
I'll give you these motherfucking credit cards
if you give me that sweater.
(MOLEMEN LAUGHING)
- What you wanna do, white boy? - Shit, shit.
- Take your time if you want. - Lucky we ain't kill his ass.
Get your shit and get outta here, man.
(BOTH MUTTERING)
Look like this is shit... this cashmere shit.
Oh, you ain't gettin' this watch back!
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Fuck it.
Somebody got in here to write on the walls,
so there must be a way out.
- Chloe, where are you going? - I think I found a door!
If the train got him, we'd have seen him, Logan.
Yeah.
He'll turn up. You'll see.
(SCOFFS)
It's not like he'd be worried about me.
That's why he's Dylan and you're you.
Yeah.
You know, everything's just come to him so easy.
It... it's made him spoiled and arrogant.
You left out selfish and corrupt.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
He's got some good stuff in him too though.
(FOOTSTEPS) Damn it,
the hallway down there is blocked off too.
Come on.
(CHATTERING)
Someone please help me get out of this place.
Hey, man, how do I get out of here? (SNIFFS)
Which way is the way out?
Hello?
Why the fuck doesn't anyone talk? Do you speak?
Can someone please tell me how to get out of this place?
Please! (SIGHS)
Will somebody please help me get out of here?
Come with me.
(FOOTSTEPS)
The way out is that way.
All right, man. All right, thanks, man.
But if you want to find your friends,
they're that way.
How do...
Hey, how do you know?
Hey.
Hey! How do you know?
Hey!
CHLOE: The hallway down there is blocked off too.
- (CHITTERING) - (GASPS)
Shh, I hear something.
- (CHITTERING CONTINUES) - Shh.
I hear it too.
(WHISPERS) Oh, shit.
Oh, shit, oh, no. (SOBBING)
I can't do this anymore. I can't do it anymore.
- I just can't. - Shh. It's okay.
No, it's not.
(WHISPERS) It'll be okay.
I can't die here.
Shh. Come on.
- I don't... I just... I can't. - Shh, Chloe.
I can't die in a subway tunnel.
- (HISSES) - (SCREAMING) Get it off me!
What was that? What... what's wrong?
- I hate those things! I hate those things! - Shh, shh.
- Oh, God! - Quiet, Chloe, be quiet.
- Be quiet. Shh, shh, shh. - I can't.
Quiet, quiet, quiet.
There's no sign of 'em.
You think they bought it in the tunnel?
If a train hit someone down here, we'd know.
They gotta be around here somewhere.
(SIGHS)
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Hey.
You continue on down this way.
I'm gonna go take a look back down the tunnel.
No. Smalls, go with him.
Make sure he doesn't get his ass killed.
Huh-uh.
You fucked up.
I'll lead.
(SIGHS) This is bullshit.
- LOGAN: Come on, shh, shh. - CHLOE: I can't, I can't.
Quiet, keep quiet.
- They're coming, they're coming. - (LOUD SOBS)
- Oh, no! No! - Chloe, shh, shh!
- No, please. - Shh, shh!
- (SOBBING) - Shh, shh!
Yo, come on, man.
I hope D lets us loose on these shit stains.
- You fucked up. - (CLICKING SOUND)
What is that noise?
- I don't know. - (SQUEAKING)
CHULO: Wait till I get that one sucker that hit me.
- Oh, my God, it's done. I'm bringing him in pieces. - (HISSING)
- (MUFFLED SCREAM) - Shh, shh.
Oh, and that one mama? Ha ha, the brunette?
Yeah, definitely gonna have my way with her.
- (MUFFLED WHIMPERING) - (HISSING)
- (DISTANT BANG) - SMALL: No, wait, wait.
- Check out this door. - You heard that?
- (BANGS) - Yeah. Where that come from?
Over here. Back this way.
Back this way. Let's go, let's go.
- (SQUEAKING) - (CHLOE WHIMPERS)
(CHLOE GRUNTS, WHIMPERS)
(SOBBING)
- Get 'em off. - (HISSES)
(MOLEMAN COUGHING)
(WATER DRIPPING)
- Shit. - Oh, shit!
- (PANTING) - LOGAN: Oh, fuck.
- (YELPS) - Oh, shit!
JESSICA: Be careful, it's wet.
(CHLOE AND JESSICA GRUNT)
All right. We're back at the tracks.
- They gotta lead us out. - CHLOE: Okay.
- How we gonna go... - I knew it! We're not getting out of here.
- We're never fucking getting out of here! - No, no, no, don't.
- There's fucking sparks flying on the water! - We'll find a way across!
- We cannot cross that water! - Calm down!
- Shit! - It's all right. Chloe, please, look at me.
I'm gonna get you out of here. We'll find a way.
- How? - You gotta calm down.
- Jess! What are you doing? - What are you doing?
No sense in pretending we have any other option, okay?
- Shit. - Let's go!
Just be careful. It'll go all the way across.
- Come on, Jess. - Oh, shit!
- (METAL GROANING) - CHLOE: Jess.
Come on. You're almost there. Come on.
- Just a little bit more. - Come on, Jess.
You're right there.
- Yes! Come on. You're next. - Oh, my God!
- Holy shit. I... - Come on. We don't have a choice.
- We have to go. - Oh, God. I don't know if can do this.
- You can do this, Chloe. Come on. - Oh, shit.
Come on, Chloe. I just did it. It's not that hard.
- (SPARKING) - Shit, hold on!
- One, two, three. - Okay. (WHIMPERS)
- No, no, I can't! I can't! - No, no, no, no, we don't have a choice.
- I have like zero upper-body strength. - It doesn't matter.
- I will fall in that water! - You can do it, Chloe!
- You can do this. On three. - Chloe!
- One, two, three. - Oh, shit!
- Oh, God. - Okay, come on.
- Come on. - I can't make it.
- LOGAN: Yes, you can. Just start moving. - Okay.
- Come on, it's just a little distance. - Okay.
- (METAL GROANING) - Just a little more, come on.
That's good, that's good, come on.
(MOLEMEN SCATTERING)
This him?
So apparently you're the man in charge.
I understand that, uh,
you helped a young man escape from me.
Is that right?
- (GROANS) - That smarts, doesn't it?
(CACKLING)
- (GUN COCKS) - I'm speaking to you,
you dumpster-diving, rat-eating fuck!
Now I would like to know where the kid went.
- (BOTTLE CLATTERS) - (GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTS)
- (BODY THUDS) - Fucking crackheads.
Look at me!
Where's the kid?
Don't stop. Just keep moving. Keep moving.
- JESSICA: Come on. - (CREAKS, WHIMPERS)
- I can't, I can't, I can't. - Come on, Chloe!
I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm slipping.
- Don't. I'm right here. - (SCREAMS)
- CHLOE: Am I alive? - (CREAKING)
- Come on, Logan. - CHLOE: Logan, come on.
- (METAL GROANING) - Come on. Okay.
- (GUNSHOT) - Logan!
Told you I was gonna get your ass.
Can't let Simon have all the fun.
- Jessica, run! - Oh, my God, Logan!
- Man, you fall in that, it's a wrap. - (GIRLS SHRIEK)
This is how we do it in B.K., baby.
Later, bitch.
(POUNDING, PANTING)
(DYLAN YELLS)
(GRUNTING, YELLING)
- (GUN COCKS) - Hold it! Let him go.
- Fuck you! - He's my brother, man.
You think I won't do it? Let him go!
- DYLAN: Shoot him. - Get on the ground.
You ain't got the balls.
Shoot him. Come on!
Do it, baby!
Yo, we live right now, baby! Do it, shoot my ass!
- Do it, white boy! - Shoot him!
Do it!
What are you waiting for? Shoot him!
- Don't let him get away! - Stop!
- Pull the fucking trigger! - Stop!
Come on!
Don't let him get away.
- (SMALL YELLS) - DYLAN: Oh, shit!
(SMALL GROWLING)
(PANTING)
(DYLAN SHOUTING)
Shit, come on, man. We gotta get outta here before the others get here.
Let's go. Come on, come on.
Let's go.
(DYLAN SNIFFS)
I don't see a way out, guys.
It's so dirty.
(EXHALES) There it is.
"Exit," that has to be
the most beautiful word in the English language.
(LAUGHS)
(PATS)
Let's get out of here.
Fucking cold!
CHLOE: Oh, the first thing I'm gonna do is take off these shoes.
Oh, God.
Look at this. Let's go, let's go. Come on.
- Okay. - (CHLOE LAUGHS)
Well, congratulations, boys and girls.
You and your little friends here have led me on a merry chase.
Uh, I'll even do you one better:
You've ruined my entire fucking evening.
Look, just leave us alone, okay?
(CHUCKLES)
I feel your pain, babe. I do.
But, see, I didn't come knocking on your world.
- You came knocking on mine. - (CHULO YELLS)
- JESSICA: Logan! Stop it! - (ALL YELLING)
- Shit, maricon. - DYLAN: No!
- (GIRLS YELP) - Run!
- Get outta here! - You fucking bitch.
- DYLAN: Go. - (WHITE GRUNTS)
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba.
Go get the girls. Go.
- DYLAN: Son of a... - (LOGAN COUGHING)
Now I believe that you're the individual
that killed my boy Bones.
Yes?
- (YELLS) - (GRUNTS)
- (COUGHS) - (SHRIEKING)
- JESSICA: Come on, they're coming! - (CHULO YELLING)
Go, go, go! Go!
- Oh, my God! - (CHLOE SHRIEKS)
Don't stop!
- (GAGGING) - (GRUNTING)
Huh huh?
Welcome to Brooklyn, motherfucker!
This ain't Park Avenue, is it, huh?
Come here, motherfucker!
(SCREAMING)
- JESSICA: Stop! - Get off of her!
(CHULO SCREAMS)
Oh, you girls are really starting to turn me on!
Fucking pretty boy. You really want to fuck with me?
(WHITE GRUNTS)
- (COCKS) - Fuck this hand-to-hand combat shit!
- (SCREAMING) - Oh, God.
- Yeah. - Stop.
Fuck you!
- You motherfucker. - (DYLAN GRUNTS)
- What the fuck are you gonna do now? - (DYLAN CHOKING)
You little fucking bitch!
- (DYLAN GRUNTS) - Huh?
Oh!
- Chloe, go, go! - (SHRIEKING)
Where are you going, baby?
Get off me!
(LAUGHS)
- Fuck yeah... - (SPRAYS)
Argh-hhh!
(CHULO SCREAMS)
- Fucker. - (SOBS)
(LOGAN PANTING)
You know, there's something so interesting
about a man's face before he dies.
You motherf... ow!
Fuck!
- You piece of shit! - (YELLS)
(GRUNTS)
What the fuck?
You fucking...
(MOLEMEN GRUNTING, MUTTERING)
(BOTTLE SHATTERS)
(SIMON SCREAMING)
Oh... Jesus.
Come on.
(PANTING)
I fucked up.
Big time.
Yeah.
You did.
I'm sorry.
I know.
JESSICA: Guys, let's go.
You first.
No.
- Logan. - Hey.
Let's go.
(ROCK BALLAD PLAYING)
(GULLS CAWING)
♪ Will you believe in me?
♪ Will you listen to my story? ♪
♪ It'll just be a minute
♪ Well, how can I explain?
♪ Whatever happened, dear
♪ I never meant to hurt you
♪ How could I cause you so much pain? ♪
♪ When I say I'm sorry
♪ Will you believe me?
♪ Listen to my story
♪ Say you won't leave
♪ When I say I'm sorry
♪ Can you forgive me?
♪ When I say I will always be there ♪
♪ Will you believe?
♪ Will you believe in me?
♪ All the words that I come up with ♪
♪ They're like pouring oil on flames ♪
♪ Will you believe in me?
♪ There's no excuse, no explanation ♪
♪ Believe me, if I could
♪ Undo what I did wrong
♪ I'd give away all that I own ♪
♪ When I say I'm sorry
♪ Will you believe me?
♪ Listen to my story
♪ Say you won't leave
♪ When I say I'm sorry
♪ Can you forgive me?
♪ When I say I will always be there ♪
♪ Will you believe?
♪ If I told you
♪ I've been cleaning my soul
♪ And if I promised you
♪ I'll regain control
♪ Will you open your door
♪ And let me in?
♪ Take me for who I am now
♪ And not for who I've been?
♪ Come take my hand.
(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ So love me or leave me, no biggie ♪
♪ Believe me, you act up, I pack up ♪
♪ We're too torn to patch up and that sucks ♪
♪ I move on, doing good with you gone ♪
♪ I'm too fly to just die
♪ Wipe that hate from your eye ♪
♪ And should I change my number and move real far? ♪
♪ Because no matter where I go it's like there you are ♪
♪ And should I be a paranoid, have to watch my back ♪
♪ Because a ps-ps-psycho like you don't know how to act? ♪
♪ Because I-I-I-I-I don't care ♪
♪ About you-oo-oo no more ♪
♪ And no, I-I-I-I-I don't care ♪
♪ About you-oo-oo no more ♪
♪ 'cause I'm free
♪ Yes, I'm free
♪ To do whatever-ever-ever I want right now ♪
♪ Yes, I'm free
♪ Yes, I'm free ♪
♪ To do whatever-ever-ever I want right now ♪
♪ Yes, I'm free
♪ All the drugs in your nose ♪
♪ All the blood on my clothes ♪
♪ I don't know where you went ♪
♪ But you'll be back again
♪ All the time that you spent ♪
♪ Snorting blow, having sex ♪
♪ You're a ho, heaven knows ♪
♪ That I ain't having it
♪ In your eyes
♪ I see the devil in 'em
♪ In your eyes
♪ It's my dilemma
♪ Should I change my number and move real far? ♪
♪ Because no matter where I go it's like there you are ♪
♪ And should I be a paranoid, have to watch my back ♪
♪ Because a ps-ps-psycho like you don't know how to act? ♪
♪ Because I-I-I-I-I don't care ♪
♪ About you-oo-oo no more ♪
♪ And no, I-I-I-I-I don't care ♪
♪ About you-oo-oo no more ♪
♪ 'cause I'm free
♪ Yes, I'm free
♪ To do whatever-ever-ever I want right now ♪
♪ Yes, I'm free
♪ Yes, I'm free ♪
♪ To do whatever-ever-ever I want right now ♪
♪ Yes, I'm free
♪ In the city of angels
♪ Our story begins
♪ We hide behind halos
♪ To mask our sins
♪ Is this true love?
Is this true love? ♪
♪ Is this true love?
♪ You call me, page me, text me ♪
♪ You crazy, I'm no good, I'm lazy ♪
♪ Well, peace then, I'm Swayze ♪
♪ You love me, you hate me ♪
♪ Your bullshit don't phase me ♪
♪ My ex-girl, my lady
♪ I'm not so sure lately
♪ Because I-I-I-I-I don't care ♪
♪ About you-oo-oo no more ♪
♪ And no, I-I-I-I-I don't care ♪
♪ About you-oo-oo no more ♪
♪ 'cause I'm free
♪ Yes, I'm free
♪ To do whatever-ever-ever I want right now ♪
♪ Yes, I'm free
♪ Yes, I'm free ♪
♪ To do whatever-ever-ever I want right now ♪
♪ Yes, I'm free.