West Side Story

Watch this shot now! Shoot, man! Go!

Yeah!

- Chickie! Chick, chick, chick! - Boy! Jet boy!

Jet boy!

Jet, Jet, Jets!

- Come back! - Come over here!

Chickens!

Beat it!

Yeah!

All right, go, Jets!

Snowboy!

Come on!

Beat it!

Chico! Andale, chico!

Okay, here we go!

Over here, A-Rab!

Jets! Jets!

Bernardo! Indio! Chaco, come on!

Jets, come on! Follow me, baby.

- Mira, mira, mira! - Jets!

Andale, Chico!

Come on, Jets!

Hey, Jets!

Hello!

Jets, come on! Julio!

Come on!

Jets!

Come on, boys!

Come on, now!

Jets!

Break it up, you punks! Cut it out! Come on, guys! Break it up, I said!

Come on, break it up! Come on!

How many times have I told you punks to cut this stuff out?

- Why, if it ain't Lt. Schrank! - Top of the day, Lt. Schrank.

- And Officer Krupke. - Top of the day, Officer Krupke.

- I'll give you the top of the head. - Hey you, get down!

- But we're having such fun. - We enjoy the playground.

See, it keeps us deprived children off of the foul city streets.

Shut up!

And born like we was on the hot pavement.

- You wanna get your skull broke? - Hey, Baby John, come here!

Come here!

All right!

Now, which one of these Puerto Ricans bloodied you?

- Sir... - Which one?

Excuse me, sir.

As a matter of fact...

we suspicion that the job was done by a cop.

- Two cops. - At the very least.

Impossible.

In America, nothing is impossible.

All right, wise guys...

now, you listen to me!

All of you!

You hoodlums don't own these streets.

And I've had all the roughhouse I'm gonna put up with around here!

You wanna kill each other, kill each other! But you ain't gonna do it on my beat!

- Are there any questions? - Yes, sir.

Would you mind translating that into Spanish?

Get your friends out of here, Bernardo.

And stay out!

Please.

Okay, Sharks.

Vámonos.

Boy, oh boy!

As if this neighborhood wasn't crummy enough!

Now, look, fellas. Fellas!

Look, let's be reasonable...

if I don't get a little law and order around here...

I get busted down to a traffic corner...

and your friend don't like traffic corners.

So, that means you're gonna start makin' nice...

with the PR's from now on.

I said nice! Get it?

'Cause if you don't...

and I catch any of you doin' any more brawlin' in my territory...

I'm gonna personally beat the livin' crud out of each and every one of you...

and see that you go to the can and rot there!

- Say good-bye to the nice boys, Krupke. - Good-bye, boys.

"Good-bye, boys."

Jail? Gee.

"You hoodlums don't own the streets."

Go play in the park. Keep off of the grass.

- Get out of the house! - Keep off the block.

- Get outta here. - Keep off the world!

A gang that don't own the street is nothin'!

We do own it!

Come on, Jets, round out!

- Not you, Anybodys! Beat it! - Riff, you gotta let me in the gang!

Didn't you just see me? I was smash! I'm a killer, I wanna fight.

How else she gonna get a guy to touch her?

- You dirty rat! - Come on, the road, little girl! The road!

Beat it!

- Beat it! - Okay, come on.

Okay, now listen!

Now, we fought hard for this turf, and we ain't just gonna give it up.

The Emeralds claimed it, we shot 'em out.

The Hawks, remember? They tried to take it away, we knocked them down the cellar.

- But these PR's are different. - They multiply. Like cockroaches.

- Shut the door! - They're eatin' all the food.

- Breathin' all the air. - Help! I'm drowning in tamale.

And you heard what that Lt. Schrank said...

we gotta make nice with them Puerto Ricans or else.

We gotta let 'em move in right under our noses...

- and take it all away from us or else. - No!

You're damn right, no!

So what're we gonna do, buddy boys? I'll tell you what we're gonna do.

We're gonna speed back!

We're gonna move like lightnin', and we're gonna clean them Sharks up...

once and for all.

So they ain't never gonna set foot on our turf again!

We're gonna do it in one all-out fight.

- A rumble! Chop, chop! - Now cool, Action Boy.

The Sharks want a piece of this world, too. And they're real down boys.

They might ask for blades...

- zip guns. - Zip guns?

I ain't finalizin' and sayin' they will, Baby John.

I'm just sayin' that they might, and we gotta be prepared.

Now, what's your mood, Jets?

- I say go, go! - I say mix!

- I say sock 'em! - Tear them!

- Yeah, but if they say blades or guns... - I say let's just forget the whole thing.

- What? - What do you say, Riff?

I say this turf is small, but it's all we got.

I wanna hold it like we always held it, with skin!

But if they say blades, I say blades.

If they say guns, I say guns.

I say I want the Jets to be the number one!

- To sail! To hold the sky! - Then rev us off! Voom va-voom!

Okay, cats, we rumble!

Now...

protocality calls for a war council...

between us and the Sharks to set the whole thing up.

So I will personally give the bad news to Bernardo.

- You gotta take a lieutenant with you. - That's me.

- That's Tony. - Who needs Tony?

We need Tony!

He's got a rep that's bigger than the whole West Side!

- He don't belong no more. - Now, cut it, Action!

- Me and Tony started the Jets. - So where is he?

- How come he takes a lousy, stinkin' job? - Youth Board corrupted him.

- Yeah, temporary sickness! - Wait and see.

Remember them fists the day we clobbered the Emeralds?

- He saved my ever-loving neck! - Sure! He'll do it again, too!

He always came through for us and he always will.

Now, I know Tony like I know me, and I guarantee you can count him in.

- Let's get crackin'. - Where will you find Bernardo?

- It ain't safe in PR territory. - He'll be at tonight's gym dance.

- But the gym's neutral territory. - A-Rab, I'm gonna make nice with him.

- I'm only gonna challenge him. - Right, daddy-o.

So listen, everybody dress up sweet and sharp.

Meet Tony and me at the dance after 10:00, and walk tall!

- We always walk tall! - We're Jets!

The greatest!

Yeah!

- Tony, you're not even listenin'. - I read you loud and clear, Riff.

- Then why don't you say somethin'? - I don't wanna hurt your feelings.

- You're my buddy, my pal, my best friend! - Womb to tomb?

Birth to earth.

That's why you gotta come to the dance tonight and stand up with me.

Come on, Tony. Just say yes.

Riff, did you ever stop to figure...

how many bubbles there are in one bottle of this here soda pop?

Tony, this is important!

Everything's important, Riff...

you, me, the sweet guy I work for.

The Sharks walk bad. They bite hard.

- And if we don't stop them now... - Here! Work for a living.