All language subtitles for Across The Tracks (1990).en

- (energetic rock music)

* I aint got no where to go

* I ain't got no happy home

* My life is an institutional

* Juvenile detention so

* I'm damned if I do

* I'm damned if I don't

* Well I got nowhere to go

* I'm runnin' nowhere

* I'm feeling schizophrenic

* I've changed from
dark to light *

* I can't stop this
roof from spinning *

* I'm about to lose my mind

* One side as good as gold

* The other side so evil

* I aint got nowhere to go

* I'm runnin' nowhere

* Hey hey nowhere

* Wow nowhere

* Uh uh nowhere

* Nowhere

(door alarm buzzing)

(buzzing stops)

(traffic passing nearby)

- Whoo-hoo!
- Whoo.

(troublemakers chuckling)

- [Louie] Bingo!

(laughing)

What a fucking idiot, man.

- Shit, Lou, he's
right in-fucking-side.

- [Louie] Come on, come on.

(engine starts)

(tires squealing)

- Hey, hey!

Get the hell outta there!

(tires squealing)
Come back here!

- Son of a bitch, Lou,
he's gonna call the cops.

- Hey, well just
relax, man. Will ya?

All we gotta do is get the
car to other side of town.

We're home free.

- Come on. You're
scaring me, man.

- Hey, chill out, dude.

Man, it's party time.

(energetic rock music)

Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Wow, wow, wow.

(laughing)

Wow, wow.

Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Yow, baby.

(both laughing)

Ah, son of a bitch, man.
(siren blaring)

- Oh shit, man. Step on it.

- I can't. It's already floored.

Shit.
- He's gonna nail us

for sure, Lou.

- Oh man.
- He's gonna nail us.

- Just chill!

- What am I gonna
do with this, man?

- [Louie] Just dump
it. Get rid of it.

- Alright, it's gone.

- [Louie] Fuck.

- Look out, look out, look out.

(tires screeching)
(sirens blaring)

- [Officer] Out, police! Halt!

Freeze!

(intense rock music)

Halt!

(slow rock music)
(sirens blaring in distance)

(intense rock music)

(siren whoops)
(tires screech)

- [Officer] Grab him.

Get him down.

- Alright, I'm clean. Alright.

- [Officer] We wanted you dead,

you little piece of shit.

(ominous music)
(Billy grunting)

(slow rock music)

(people chattering)

(whistle blasting)

- [Coach Welsh] Set!

(gun fires)

- Go, go, go!
(people cheering)

- You're gonna win.

You're gonna win. Let's go.

Let's go, you're gonna win.

(groans)

Alright, come on.
Let's fucking go.

(exhales sharply)

(retches)
(coughs)

(whistle blasts)

- Alright, let's set up
for the 1/2 mile, guys.

- Let's go, Joe!
- Let's go, Joe.

- No comp, no comp.

Come on, man.

- [Coach Welsh] Alright,
let's take your mark.

Set!

(gun fires)

- Joe! Go!
(people cheering)

- [Teammate] Come on!

Stretch it out. Stretch it out.

Keep it going, now.

Let's go, tough it out.

(people cheering)

Let's go, Joe!

- [Teammate] Get
those knees up, Joe.

That's a good kick.
Keep the knees up.

Keep the knees up. Good pace.

- [Teammate] Let's
go, baby, let's go.

There you go.

Move it, move it.

(energetic electronic music)

(people cheering)
- All right!

Yeah, good job. Good job, Joe.

Good job, Joe.

Yeah. Good race.

Good job.
- Whoo!

- Joe.

The coach had you
at 1:58 flat, man.

That's two seconds
off the school record.

You're the king.

- Shit, man.

Ma!

I did it. I did it.

I did it, Ma!

Ma!

- Hi.

Isn't this great?

- Hey, Joe. What's up?

- So what are you
doing home, man?

- He's been put on probation.

They let him come home early.

- So is he staying here?

- Of course he's staying here.

I thought he'd sleep in a
sleeping bag in your room

until we can get him a
bed tomorrow. (chuckling)

If that's okay.

- Of course.

- Well I think this
calls for a celebration.

What do you say we go
Marrow's for dinner?

Would you like that, Billy?

- Sure, Ma.

- Good. Let's go.

Joe, what is it you
wanted to tell me

when you first came in?

- It's nothing, Ma.

(bugs chirping)
(dog barking)

- I'm sorry you don't have
your own room anymore.

I'll get that new bed tomorrow.

- Thanks, Ma.

- Oh, I just wish
Dad was here too.

Well, good night.

- Good night, Ma.

- Good night, Joe.

- Sleep good.

(door closes)

(car horn honking)

What are you doing?

- Just looking, Joe. That's all.

- Yeah, well put it down.

- Why? You wanna jack me up?

- Come on, man.

I gotta study, alright?

- You don't want me
here, do you Joe?

- Billy, that's ridiculous.

You know, you're my brother.

- So what?

- So I'm glad you're here. Okay?

(bugs chirping)

(gasps)

(panting)

(ominous music)

(light electric guitar music)

(truck whooshing past)

I better hurry, we gotta
cruise in life five minutes.

- Billy's not going
to Curtis, Joe.

He's going to Arroyo.

- Arroyo? That's across town.

- Yeah, well the probation board

thought it'd be better.

- Alright.

Ma, what are you doing?

You don't have time
to make him breakfast.

You'll be late for work.

- I'm going with him to school.

I already told my supervisor.

Oh here, I made a
plate for you too.

- Mm-mm.

No, I gotta split.

- He never has time.

(children playing outside)

So how'd you sleep?

- Fine.

- God, it's great
to have you home.

I really missed you.

You know, Billy, nobody's
mad at you for what happened.

It was just one of those things.

In fact, I think I was
really responsible.

After Dad's accident
I was so upset,

I didn't think about you enough.

Can you understand that?

- Yeah.

Sure, Ma.

- But from now on, you and
me, we're gonna talk a lot.

Alright?

- I've gotta get ready.

(light music)

- Thank you for
coming, Mrs. Maloney.

I'm sure William will
be very happy here.

(sighs)

Alright, let's cut
the crap, okay?

I don't want you in my school.

You're a troublemaker
and a screw up.

You mess up just once and
you'll be back in reform school

faster than you can spit.

Do you understand me?

- Yes.

- Good.

Now I'm the only one
here who knows about you

and we're going to
keep it that way.

I'm giving you a clean slate.

And I hope you make
the most of it.

- Thank you.

(breathing heavily)

- Come on, two more!
Make it an even 10.

- Oh hey man. That's
hardly an even eight.

- Suit yourself.

Coach!
- Yeah.

- You got a sec?

- Of course, Joe.

First of all, congratulations
on yesterday's race.

- Thanks, you know. I've been
practicing a bit this summer.

- Good, good, good.

It paid off, man. You're
a pretty good runner.

- Good enough for a scholarship?

- Scholarship?

- Stanford, for track.

See, I was thinking
you could recommend me.

- Look, I gotta be really
honest with you, Joe.

Running scholarships are
really hard to come by, man.

Especially to a
school like Stanford.

- Yeah, but you got one.

- Yeah, see, I got one

'cause I was the best
miler in the county.

- So what if I win the
county championship?

- (chuckling) That's a
pretty tall order, man.

- I can do it, I'm sure of it.

- Yeah, but there's a
lot of good runners, man.

- I can beat 'em, coach.

I'll beat 'em.

Okay?
- Well you bring your time

down a few seconds, okay?

- I'll do it. It's done.

- Well, I tell you what.

I tell you what.

You work hard, alright?

You bring your time
down a few seconds

and I'll make a
call up to Stanford

and see what the
story is, alright?

- Yeah?
- Alright.

- Thanks.

- Hey, but I'm not
- Thanks, Coach.

- gonna make any promises.

- I know, I know.
- No promises.

- I know.

- Alright.
- Thanks, Coach!

(school bell ringing)

(students chattering)

- Hey, jailbird. What
are you doing here?

You didn't think I was
gonna forget you, did you?

- Look, bud.

Back off now.
- We don't want any

North Side scum around here.

You are contaminating
our school.

(Billy grunts)

Get up and hit me. Come on!

Right here, right
now, you little shit.

(Billy grunts)
- Come on, you pussy!

- Man, he's scared shitless.

- I bet he's gonna cry!
- Come on.

You're not going anywhere.
- Come on, Brad.

(boys shouting)
- Come on, hit me.

Come on, chicken shit.

(Billy shouting)

- Who wants some, huh?

Come on, come on!

- Let's go, man.
- Come on,

who wants some?
- Stop that!

Stop that right now!

I should have known.

Enter my office, both of you.

(pop music over PA system)

- Mom, Ma, I gotta talk to you.

Come on.
- What's wrong?

- What do you think about
me going away to college?

- Go away?

- Yeah, yeah, Stanford, Ma.

Coach is gonna help me out.

I got a good shot
at a scholarship.

I mean, I know we
talked about, you know,

community college
and getting a job.

But Stanford, Ma.
- Honey, of course you can go.

This is wonderful news, Joey.

- [] Rosemary. Rosemary,
you have a phone call.

- You wait right here.
- Okay.

- Rosemary Maloney.

Hello, Mrs. Fisher.

He did?

(chuckling)

I don't think you
know how upset I am.

Mrs. Fisher could
have suspended you

and sent you back
to juvenile hall.

- Ma, I know.

- Then tell me, please.

Why did you get into a fight?

- 'Cause I didn't have a
choice, Ma. He pushed me.

- That's all?
- Three times.

- Yeah, and what you
do to him before that?

- Nothing!

- You shouldn't
have hit him anyway.

You should have gone to one
of the teachers for help.

- Oh, Jesus, Ma.
Would you be serious?

- I am being serious.

You are not getting into
another fight no matter what.

- It wasn't my fault.

- It doesn't matter.

- Ma, it matters to me
and it should to you.

- Don't yell at Ma.

- This has nothing
to do with you, Joe.

Mind your own business.

- Wrong.

Wrong.

Everything that goes on in
this house is my business.

- You're making me puke, man.

- Man, I knew as soon
as they let you out,

you'd start screwing
up everyone's lives.

Man, someone oughta
just knock you

on your ass.
- You want some of me, Joe?

- Don't start.
- I'm right here, man.

I'm in front of you.
- Don't start with me, man.

- Stop it.

What are you doing?
- Screw it.

Neither one of you cares
what I got to say anyway.

- Billy, come back here.

(sighs) What are you doing?

- Trying to help.

(dog barking in distance)

(suspenseful music)

(alarm buzzing)

- Joey.

Where are you going?

- I gotta work out.

I gotta start training
twice a day now.

Go back to sleep.

(Billy grunts)

Hey!

- You're dead, asshole.

I'm gonna kick the
shit outta you.

Grab his arm.

- Grab his arm.
(tires screeching)

- Hold his legs.

- I fucking knew it!

- Billy!
- Louie!

- What the fuck is going on?

- Bug off, Louie. This
don't concern you.

- Billy's my man.

Anything goes down
with him concerns me.

Now what is going on?

- It's personal.
- Personal?

- Yeah.

- The only thing
personal about you

is the size of your dick.

Now what the hell
is the problem?

It don't matter.
We can let it pass.

- Heh.

Good.

Is that cool with you, Billy?

- Yeah, yeah, that's cool.

- Now why don't you
pick up Billy's books?

- Thank you.

- Let's get outta here.

(pop music)

- [Billy] Thanks for
helping me out back there.

- [Louie] It's no problem,
man. Anything, you know?

Least I could do.

When did you get out anyway?

- [Billy] Two days ago.

- [Louie] Why
didn't you call me?

- [Billy] Just been busy, man.

- Listen, dude.

Anything you need, you
say the word, you got it.

- Nothing, thanks.

- I gotta do something for ya.

I owe you, kid.
- No, you don't.

- Hey man, you took
the rap for the car.

I aint gonna forget that.

- Listen, you woulda done
the same thing for me, right?

- Yeah, yeah, sure I would,

you know?
- All right.

- You're the one who did.

Here. I got something you want.

- I don't know, man.

I haven't had a puff of
that since before I went in.

- Well then what the fuck
are we waiting for, man?

Just say yes.

- Because man, I can't.

- What's the problem?
- 'Cause I'm on probation.

- (scoffs) Look man,
it's just some grass.

I mean, it's not like
you're robbing a bank

or anything, you know?

I mean, what do you think's
gonna happen to you?

- Nothin', I guess.

- Well then let's
find a bathroom, man.

(car horn honks)
(tires screech)

(car engine revs)

- Mr. Maloney, you're
late again, huh?

You know I had to unload 14
crates of grapefruits today.

By myself.

- I'm sorry, Frank.

Practice, you know?
I just ran late.

I tried calling.

- Oh yeah?

So in other words, you'd
rather be there than here,

is that what it is?

- No. I mean, but I can't
miss practice you know?

- Well listen, if this
little job here interferes

with your heavy social calendar,

maybe you should just quit, kid.

- Come on, Frank.

You know I really
need the money.

- For what?

So you can take out
your girlfriend?

Try to get in her pants?

- Nope.

- New car?

- It's none of your business.
- None of my business?

- Nope.

- Yeah, your right. It's
none of my business.

I know what my business is.

Get your ass out on that
floor now and start working.

You hear me?

Move it!

* Butt jockey

* B-B-B-B my brother
is a butt jockey *

(laughing)

- Oh man, this shit
tastes so radical.

- You want another one, man?

- Oh, dude. Three is enough.

(Louie laughs)

Maybe in 15 minutes,
I don't know.

- Whatever you want, my man.

- That's right, man.

'Cause I'm the fucking king.

- That's right, the ruler.

- [Both] Supreme!

(Louie laughs)

- I will free all the
prisoners from their cells.

- Yeah! So they can rob
and steal some more.

(both laughing)

- Oh man.

Let me drag.

What time is it?

- How the fuck should I know?

- Look at your watch.

(both snickering)

- It's 7:30.
(both laughing)

- 7:30? Oh shit, man.
- What?

- I'm supposed to be home.

- Oh, come on. We
were just starting

to have some fun.
- No, it's my mom though.

- Hey, hey, you're
already late, right?

What difference is it gonna
make if you're a little longer?

(both snickering)

- Not too much.

Not too much.
- Well come on, man.

Hey.

You feel like shopping?

Like in the old days?

- Why the fuck not?
(Louie squeals)

- Come on.

(Billy laughing)
Mm, yes, yes.

I think this suits
you quite well, yes.

- Collar up.

Collar up, collar down, man.
It makes you cool, right?

My name is Bond.
- Check it out.

- Billy Bond.

- Billy Bond.
- Billy Bond.

- B'wana, give me my gun.

- Ah!
- Ha-ha.

- [Louie] Come on, you
don't even know what to do

with those fine women

when you get 'em, man.
- I might.

- You're gonna have to
give 'em to me, man.

- What do you guys
think you're doing?

- You talking to us?

- Yeah, I am.

- Pbbt. (laughing)

- I'm trying on
this jacket, man.

What's it look like?

- You're not supposed
to try anything on

unless you're gonna buy it.

- Oh yeah? What makes you
think I'm not gonna buy it?

- Yeah?
- Because you're not.

- Sure we are, man.

Come on, what does this
rag go for? 10 bucks?

- Look, either leave now
or I'll call security.

- Ooh.
- Pbbt.

- Ooh, you're really

scaring me now, man.
- Ooh.

- Get outta my store, now.

- Wait, excuse me.

Your store?

How much do you make, man?

Five bucks an hour?
- Get out.

You heard me. Now.
- Hey man, come on.

The leather. Let
go of my arm, man.

- Get out.

You heard me. Now.

- You're hurting my arm.

- And you?
- Hey I'm going, I'm going.

- You better.

- Nice work, John.

- Well you gotta be
tough with those punks.

- Hey, where's the
jacket they had?

- (sighs) Call security.

(bugs chirping)
(dogs barking)

(rock music)

- So where ya been?

- Hey, it's none of
your business, is it?

- Yeah, and why you
hanging around with him?

- 'Cause he's my friend.

- He's slime.

- Hey bud, you got a problem?

- Well you got a problem?

Yeah, I got a problem.

Stay away from my brother.

- Why don't you learn
to shut up, man?

- Hey, Louie, Louie,
back off, alright?

- Alright.
- Look, I can handle it.

- Alright.
- Go home?

- Alright.

You need me, you call me.

Alright?
- Yeah.

(car door slams)

(car engine starts)

- [Joe] What's this?

- It's a jacket.
- What's this?

- It's a jacket, what
do you think it is?

- You've been
shoplifting again, man.

- What are you doing?
- Are you crazy?

- What are you doing?

- You wanna go back to Whittier?

You wanna go back to Whittier?

- What do you care, man?

- What do I care?
- What do you care?

- You're gonna hurt Mom.
- Oh yeah?

Mom can take care
of herself, man.

- Hey, hey!
- Mom can take care

of herself, man.

- That's just like you.

All you ever care
about is yourself.

- Yeah, why shouldn't I?
- You, you, you.

- Why shouldn't I?

- I should turn you
into the cops myself.

- You know, that's exactly
what I expected from you.

You god damned ass licker.

(slaps landing)
(both grunting)

- I wish they'd
locked you up, man.

Thrown away the key.

I wish they never let you out.

Stay away.

- Screw you.

Go to hell.

- Hey, stay away from my mom.

(somber guitar music)

- Billy, we have to talk.

The next time you wanna
go to the library,

I want you to tell me first.

Joey told me you
went there to study.

Only, from now on, I want
you to call home first.

- Yeah sure, okay Ma.

- I don't think you understand

how much it means to me
to know where you are.

- I can take care of myself, Ma.

- I used to have nightmares

when you were in that place.

And now that you're home,

I just wanna know
that you're safe.

That's all.

Okay?

- Thanks.

For covering me.

- Forget about it.

- Look, it was a cool
thing to do, Joe.

- Yeah, well don't
expect me to do it again.

I don't like having
to lie to Ma.

- I won't.

You want me to go run
with you tomorrow, man?

- Since when do you run?

- I don't know, I just thought
you could use some company.

- I can do it by myself.

- Cool.

(dog barking)

- I'll be home by six
to cook you dinner.

I'd like you home
by then, alright?

- Oh.

- Six o'clock?
- Yeah.

- Here's three dollars
for your lunch.

How was your new bed last night?

- It was good.

- Good.

Well I'm off.

- Ma?

- What's wrong?

(people chattering)

(cash register beeping)

- Hey Joe, I heard that Linda
Ericson has the hots for ya.

- Linda Ericson?

- Yeah, the editor
of the school paper?

- No she doesn't.

- Heh, this is for real, man.

She told my girlfriend herself.

- Why does she wanna
go out with me?

- 'Cause you a star, man.

You're hot.

- Oh man.

I mean I gotta...

I mean I gotta, I don't
have time for anyone.

I gotta, I gotta study.

I gotta-

- You must be crazy, dude.

This chick is great.

She's a ten of times, brother.

- Yeah I know, but I'm (clears
throat) behind on science.

I got 81 on the midterm.

I got, you know, track.
- Hey, what is wrong with you?

There's always time for girls.

- Alright.

Give me her number.

- All right. Yeah.
(chuckling)

(children playing)

- [Louie] Hey, Billy!

- Yo, Lou! What's up, man?

Look, shit man, I just can't
hang out with you today, man.

I got some shit to do.

- Yeah? What's more important
than having some fun, man?

- Yeah, I'm sorry
man. I'm sorry.

- Hey, hey-hey.

Then listen, listen.

I'm giving a party tomorrow
night. I want you to come.

- Yeah, yeah. Hey look.

I don't know, alright?

- Hey, it's Friday night.

What else are you gonna do?

Hang out with your new
snot-nosed friends at Arroyo?

- Pbbb.
- Besides,

I'll even take a bath.

(laughing)

- Alright, man.
- Fantastic.

- Alright.

Alright.
- Alright.

- Get outta here.

(Louie laughing)

(suspenseful music)
(breathing heavily)

(gasps)

(panting)

- You wanna talk about it?

- Just a bad dream.

- Yeah, but you have
'em every night.

- I'm fine, alright?

- What are you dreaming
about? Whittier?

Musta been pretty rough there.

- I wanna forget
about that place.

- Okay.

Well if you still
wanna go running

with me tomorrow, you can.

(energetic rock music)

Damn, man.

I didn't know you
could run like that.

You're fast.

- Yeah the guards.

(laughing)

The guards, they made us run
a mile every day at Whittier.

- You know what you should do?

- You go out for the
team at Arroyo, huh?

- Yeah?
- Yep.

- Yeah?

Nah.
- Oh man, you'll make it

so easily.

You're all over it.
- Yeah?

Nah. No way.

- Why not?

- Because you're the
jock, man, not me.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It doesn't mean nothing.

It just means I'm not
into it, that's all.

- What do you got to lose, huh?

- Come on, let's get
a drink, alright?

(traffic passing)
(police siren blaring)

(people chattering)

- What do you want?

- Louie here?

- Who wants to know?

- Hey-hey, it's
alright, Ed. Relax.

Come on Billy, this is Big Ed.

He's a little
paranoid, you know?

But he's alright. Don't worry.

(Louie chuckling)

(video game music)
This is Melanie

and this is Jessica.

This is Billy.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You know, Louie, I thought
there was a party here.

- It's a private party.

- Then I should
come back, right?

- No man, it's your party.

It's to celebrate
you coming home, man.

Sit down, come on.

(video game music)

Here, have a bong hit.

- No, no, it's cool man.

- Wh-what's the
matter? What's wrong?

- I just, I don't
wanna get high, man.

- (scoffs) Well you gotta.

I mean, it's your party and
you're gonna have a good time

whether you like it or not.

Right girls?

- [Both] Yeah.

(video game music)

(bong hissing)

(Joe groans)

- Call her. You can call her.

(grunts)

Call her.

Hi, Linda?

This is...

(hard rock music)
* Everywhere I look

* I see the fire,
feel the heat *

* Twist and turning

- Jab, jab, jab,
jab, jab, right hook.

(laughing)
Right hook,

right hook.
- I am, I am.

- Jab, jab, jab,
jab, right hook.

Kick his ass.

He's down, he's
down for the count.

One, two-

- Kid, you having a good time?

- Fucking A, Louie, fucking A.

- Well it's gonna
get better, man.

I brought you some dessert.

- Oh wow!
(Louie laughing)

* Let me take you higher

(sniffing)
- Great stuff, Billy.

- Alright.

(sniffing)

- [Louie] Whoo!

- [Jessica] Feeling it?

- (laughing) How'd
you like it, man?

- It was fucking excellent.

- I knew you'd like it, man.

- Hey what are you...

You're not done with your game?

- [Jessica] Come on.

- Where are you taking me?

Where we going?
- Just come on.

- [Joe] Come on, man.

Let's go, get up.

- Ah shit, Joe. It's Saturday.

- I know, I got a
big race coming up.

Let's go run. Come on.

- No.

- Come on. Here's
your shoes, man.

Let's go, come on.

- [Billy] Oh shit.

I can't.

- [Joe] (scoffs) Alright.

- Hey, I'll run tomorrow.

- [Joe] Yep.

What are you doing
home on a Saturday?

- I gotta catch up
on some homework.

- What? You're studying?

- Yes, I'm studying.
What's wrong with that?

- Nothing's wrong with that.

What are you working on?

Is that biology?

It's not one of my best subjects

but if you got any
questions or anything,

you can-
- No, I don't.

I'm fine, Joe.

- Alright, alright.

I'll tell you what.

If you get done early, let's
go catch a flick or something.

- Huh?

- Catch a flick.

What, you don't
like movies anymore?

- Yeah, sure I like movies.

- Alright, alright.

I'll call the theater
and see what's playing.

What have you seen lately?

- (imitates buzzer)
That's a joke.

You know, 'cause...

- (scoffs) Ha-ha.

- Good stuff, good stuff.

Latch on. There you go.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Damn, you're smoking, man.

Put out that fire.

Somebody put some ice
on this boy's shoes.

You should be running
for your team, man.

- Yeah, come on, Joe. I
already told you, alright?

- I don't know.

The way I see it, three
years of you running?

Hello scholarship.

- Yeah, well I aint you, Joe.

(Billy breathing heavily)
- All you gotta do is try.

- Look, just shut up
about it, alright?

- Billy man. I do not
get this, you know?

I mean, what's the big deal?

- Just forget it.

I can't.

I can't, I don't
wanna race, alright?

- You sound like a loser again.

- Leave me alone.

(people cheering)

- [Coach Welsh] Come on,
guys, come on. Pick it up.

Get your knees up. Suck it up.

All right, look.

I don't have to tell you how
important this race is, okay?

Now Thompson won the county
championship last year

so he's the man you
wanna beat, okay?

- I know, I know.

- Now, watch out for his kick.

So man, listen, he's
fast as shit, okay?

So whatever you do, don't
let him get too far ahead

or you'll never catch him.

- Okay, coach.

- Alright?
- I'm gonna bet him, Coach.

- Good.

Runners to your marks.

(gun fires)

(people cheering)
(suspenseful music)

Come on, Joe. Keep
it smooth, Joe.

Keep it smooth, baby, come on.

(energetic electronic music)
(people cheering)

- What'd you get?
- 55.

- Me too.

Alright come on.

Get up, come on, knees
up, knees up, knees up.

Let's go!

(energetic electronic music)
(people cheering)

Dig, dig, dig, dig.

(teammates clamoring)

(Joe grunts)

(grunts)

- That sucks.

- [Coach Welsh] Joe.

You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah.

I'm good, Coach.

(groans) I'm just...

I'm mad I let that guy
beat me. I don't...

I don't know what happened.

If I just started
my kick earlier.

I shoulda started
my kick earlier-

- Joe, he's a good runner, man.

- I just don't want you
to think I can't beat him

'cause I can. I will, I swear.

- Well we have another
dual meeting with him

in two weeks, alright?

You'll have you're chance then.

- You'll still consider me

for Stanford though, right?
- Joe, look.

You just run hard, alright?

Let me take care of the rest.

- Okay.

But I won't lose again, Coach.

You can count on it.

Come on, I won't.

I won't. I won't.

I won't, I can't. I can't.

(Billy humming a tune)

(tires screeching)

- Hey, how's it going?

- I don't know. It's going.

- I got something for ya.

- Oh yeah?

What is it?

- It's from Louie.

- Hey, wait a minute.

(pop music on radio)

(ominous music)

- Billy.

Hi.
- What's up?

- I-
(stammering)

I picked up a few things

that I thought you needed.

You can decide if you-

- Oh yeah. That's awesome, Ma.

It's cool.

- Is Joey home?

- No, Joey's at work.

- Again?

I wish he wouldn't work so much.

How are your classes going?

You keeping up?

- Yeah.

- And you're making new friends?

- Sure, Ma.

(light music)

(dog barking)
(people chattering)

- Alright. Alright,
alright, alright.

Oh, hey Billy, man. What's up?

- Hey, why'd you give
this to me, Louie?

- That's a present.

- A present?
- Yeah, man.

That you can, you know,

sell to all your new
friends at Arroyo.

- What are you talking about?

- Dealing, man.

Rock, coke, pot.

Anything, man.

Like, I'm making a grand a week.

With the two of us,
we can do even better.

- Yeah well, I can't
do that, Louie.

- It's easy. I mean, you're
already in school, right?

All you gotta do is talk to 'em.

- Take it back, Louie.
- No, man, no.

Come on, what are you...

If you don't sell it to
'em, somebody else will.

I mean, you might as
well make the money.

- Louie just take it back.
- No.

I'm just trying to help you.

(package clatters to the floor)

Hey, that's a grand
worth of shit, Billy.

Come on, man.

Hey, you can't just
walk away, man.

- Look, just back off, Louie.

- Hey, I thought we
were friends, man.

- You bother me again

I'm gonna call the
cops on you, alright?

- You little punk.

You do that and you're gonna be

the sorriest son of a
bitch that ever lived.

You understand me?

- Get your fucking hands off.

- Get outta here,
you little pussy.

(suspenseful music)

(people chattering)

- Damn.

Shit.

(people cheering)

- Again.

Alright, do it again. Come on.

Let's go.

Runners take your mark.

Set.

Go.

(panting)

Go on. Go shower, guys.

- Let's hit the showers!

(people chattering)

- Mr. Maloney.

Just got in a big
shipment of bananas.

The manager wants
it unloaded tonight.

Guess who I volunteered
for the overtime?

- Frank, I got so much homework.

- Ah, tough shit. (chuckling)

I got my softball league.

- Frank please, I'm asking.

Can you just grab one
of the other guys?

Please?
- Maybe.

But I picked you.

(Frank laughing)

(alarm buzzes)

- Joe.

(grunts) Joe.

Joe.
- Hm?

- [Billy] It's time to go run.

- What?

- The alarm went off, man.

You slept through it.

Hey, you alright?

- I had a late night studying.

- Oh. Well screw it, man.

Let's just go back to
bed and screw running

til the morning.

- You coming or not?

Hm?

Shit.

(spits)

I gotta win.

Don't you fuck up, Joe.

- Alright, guys.
Again, let's go.

Today, gentlemen. Let's go.

Runners take your mark.

Set. Go.

(Joe grunts)

(groaning)

Joe.

What the hell happened, son?

- Oh, I just tripped.

I'm alright. Let's go!

- Joe, look.

Go home, alright?

- No. No.

We got centennial in two days.

I gotta be ready for Thompson.

- And that is exactly
why I want you

to go home, get you
some rest, okay?

Just in case you
pulled something.

- No, Coach, let me run.

- Joe, I don't wanna hear it.

Go take a shower.

- No!

- I said go take a shower. Now.

Rest of you guys, lets go.

Back on the line.
Let's do this again.

Come on, let's go.

- Hey Joe, where you going, man?

- Headed home. Not
feeling real well.

- Oh, this is a first.

Joe is not coming to practice?

- You don't really expect
us to believe that, do ya?

I mean, everyone here
knows you're going home

to smoke a little poo,
drink a six and goof off.

- You calling me a liar, huh?

Huh?
- No, I'm kidding.

It was a joke. I'm sorry.

- You just stay off me, fucker.

(people clapping)
(people chattering)

- [Coach Ryder] Go!

- Coach Ryder?

My name's Bill Maloney and I
wanna try out for your team.

- Try outs were two months
ago. You're a little late.

- Yeah-yeah, I know.

You see, I'm a transfer
though. I wasn't here.

- You'll have to
wait for next spring.

This season is half over.

- Yeah, but don't you
gotta give me a chance?

- Sorry.

What'd you say your
name was again?

- Maloney. Bill.

- Any relation to Joe Maloney?

- Yeah, he's my brother.

- Well he's a great runner.

You as good as him?

- Well, no.

- Be here Thursday afternoon
with your running gear

and we'll see what you got.

- Thanks.

Joe!

Joe?

Hey man, guess what I just did.

- Not now, Billy.
- It'll only take a second.

- You deaf or something?

- Listen, man, it's good news.

- I don't wanna hear it.

- What the hell is
wrong with you, man?

- I can't. I can't.

I'm not gonna win
any championships,

any scholarships.

I can't beat Thompson. God
knows I can't beat Thompson.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- And I'm not even as
fast as I used to be.

I was faster two weeks ago.

- Would you shut up, please?

- What?

- Listen to me.

You're just runnin slower

because you're doing
two a day workouts.

As soon as you knock that off,

you're gonna be as
fast as hell, Joe.

All you need is confidence.

- What do you know?

You never tried at anything
in your life, man. Don't...

What gives you the right?

- I know when somebody's
fucking themselves up, Joe.

(ominous music)

(people cheering)

- Alright, cheese
bag, you're all mine.

Let's do it, to it.

- Come on, come on.

Alright Maloney, let's
see what you can do

in the quarter mile.

- You don't want this
guy on the team, Coach.

He's nothing but a troublemaker.

- If I was worried about that

you wouldn't be on
the team, would you?

- Besides, he can't run anyway.

- I see.

Then you don't mind
racing him, right?

- Well I'm a shot-putter, Coach.

But Paulie here,
Paulie'll race him.

- Sure I will.

- Actually, that's
not a bad idea.

Paulie, get on the line.

(people cheering)

- [Coach] Set.

(gun fires)

(people cheering)
(upbeat music)

- Go!

- You got it!
- Push it Paulie, you got him.

- Keep it up, Paulie.

Keep it up.
- You got it, Paulie.

You got it, Paulie.
- Whoo!

(people cheering)
(energetic music)

- [Brad] Come on,
Paulie, let's go.

Let's go, Paulie.

(heavy breathing)

(dog barking)

- (claps) Come on.

- What?

- We're going to Dom's.
We gotta celebrate.

- What's the occasion?

- I beat Thompson.
Wasted his ass.

- Way to go, man.

- Absolutely. Ask
me one more time.

Ask me, ask me.

1:58. Thank you!

Best in the county.

- You're a speed demon, man.

- Yeah, a little
help from my brother.

- Yeah, yeah.

Well listen, man. I got
something to thank you for.

- What?
- I made my team.

My track team at Arroyo.

- You made the...

Fantastic, man. That's great.

- Yeah.

Guess who I'm running
against, Monday.

- You got me.

- You. (laughing)

- Cool! That's cool!

Come on, man. Let's go.

Let's get outta here.

- So hey, how we
getting to Dom's?

- Bus, what do you think?

- I don't know, man.
Let's just grab a car.

- How we gonna do that?

- Easy man, I can hot wire one.

It's just a joke, man.

(Joe groans)

- Yeah. Yeah but, you know.

I mean it's the face

that really counts.
- No, no, no.

No it's not.
- Yes.

- I'm telling you, it's the
legs that really matters, Joe.

- What, big eyes.
- The legs.

- Big eyes, soft supple lips.

- Long, luscious legs

and high heels that are hot-
- Long, luscious hair.

- Long, luscious hair?
- Yeah.

- Dude, you're crazy.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Okay, what do you
look at the most, huh?

The face, right?

- No, don't tell
me what I look at.

I look at her legs.

- What are you gonna do?

You gonna slobber on
her kneecaps and shit?

- Damn straight, man, and
I'm gonna work my way up.

- Oh.

- Do you know what I would do

to spend an hour alone
with Vanna White, man?

I would give my left arm.
- Wait, time out.

- I would.
- Vanna White?

Vanna, Vanna White?

- She's hot.
- She's weak. She's weak.

She's a puppet.

- So what, she's a puppet.
- No, Billy.

- So what?

- You need some
personality, man.

Someone with personality.

- Oh yeah, I need
personality. Like who?

- Like Jane.

- Oh yeah? Jane who?

- Jane Pauley.

Jane Pauley.

- Oh, you're sick, man.
- No, absolutely.

She's so nice, seriously.

So nice, no.
- You're sick.

(laughing)

- Oh man.
- Hey, remember the time

Dad took us here and
tried to teach us to swim?

- Yeah, you almost drowned.

- I got so sick, man.

I threw up hot
dogs all over him.

I couldn't help it.
(Joe gags)

I'll never try that again.

- Absolutely not.

How 'bout when he was
teaching us touch football?

Remember?

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

And you scored a touchdown
and he got so pissed off

he tried to tackle you.
- Busted his ribs.

Sent him to the hospital.
(Billy laughing)

- Down.

(light music)

- Yeah.
- He was something, man.

- Yep.

- It's hard to believe
he's not here no more.

- Well, I'm glad he's not.

- What? Why?

- Why? Billy, he was an asshole.

He was an asshole, a
drunk, he was psht.

- Would you shut up, man?

Come on, don't talk

about Dad like that.
- Oh I suppose you

think that he was sober when
he hit the light pole, right?

- Well look, I have no idea

and neither do you.
- Billy, come on, man.

He was a drunk.

He was a fucking drunk.

- You know, that shouldn't
make a difference to you

'cause he loved you

more than anyone.

He loved you.

- Pfft.

Right.

- [Billy] He bragged about
you to everyone he knew.

He loved you.
- Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah he did.

When in won.

You know, when I won something.

Otherwise, pbbt.

Shit.

One time (groans),

I punched this guy out, right?

Bam. Just meh.

Because he struck me out, right?

'Cause I couldn't
go home and tell Dad

that I'd had a
perfect day, you know?

I mean, you always...

I had to win everything just...

I mean, nobody can
do that, you know?

Nobody an win all
the time, right?

Right?

- Right.

You okay?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, let's just go home.

Let's go home.

Come on.

(light music)

(people chattering)

- Hi.

Hi.
- Oh, hi.

- I'm Joe Maloney.

We had English
together last year.

- Yeah, I know who you are, Joe.

- So how you doing?
- Good.

- Good.
- How you doing?

- I'm good. I'm real good.

I'm great.
- Good.

- Good. Hm.

Mm-hm.

Well I gotta...

I gotta, it was nice seeing you.

Okay?

- Hey, you know.

Bobby says you're doing
real good in track.

- Yeah, you like tr...

I mean, I guess I am. I'm...

- Well he says you're gonna

win the county championship.
- Well, I don't...

You know, if I
can get my time...

Would you like to come?

- What?
- Would you like to come

to the meet?

It's next Saturday.

I mean, if you're, you
know, interested in coming.

- Yeah, I'd love to come.
- Yeah? Really?

Great. Great.
(laughing)

That's, that's great.
- Great.

Then I'll see you there.

- I'll be there.

(both laughing)
Okay.

Okay, you're gonna...

Alright. Bye-bye.
- Thanks.

- I'll see ya later.

Now I wanna let you
know what I'm gonna do

so you know how
to run this race.

I'm gonna take the lead, boom,
right from the top, okay?

'Cause your guy's slow as shit.

I gotta get a good time.

So just hang with me
as long as you can

and when I make my kick,

just stay with me and
go for second, alright?

Oh, oh. Can you...

Can you take care
of these for me?

- Holy shit, Joe.

- You gonna try 'em on

or you just gonna stand
there and slobber?

- Jesus Christ, man.

Where'd you get 'em?

- I bought 'em.

- You bought 'em? Joe, you
can't afford these shoes.

- Don't worry about it.

Just give it all you got, okay?

Give me some.
- Thanks.

(people chattering)

(gun fires)

(energetic music)
(people cheering)

- [Student 1] Come on Arroyo!

Come on, go!

- [Student 2] Come on
Arroyo! Let's go, let's go.

Pump it up, babe. Let's go.

- 54, 55, 56, 57.

- Go, go. Come on, pump it up.

Go, come on. Kick it.

(people cheering)

- Pick it up, pick it up.
- Pick it up.

- Good going man, good going.

Alright man, congratulations.
- Awesome, man.

- Good job, baby.
- Good job.

- Joe! Joe!

What happened?

- Nothing, you just
ran a good race.

- Don't you feel alright?

- Look, you won.
Just leave it alone.

- I'm sorry, man.
- No, no.

Don't be sorry.
You did good, man.

Congratulations.
- Thanks, man.

(somber music)

- Fuck.

- Joey, this is great.

- Yeah, Joe. These
meatballs, man.

- I don't know how
we'd manage around here

without you, Joey.

- No big deal.

- Well I'm proud of you.

I'm proud of both of you.

Did you see the article?

In the newspaper today?

Get it, it's in my purse.

About the race yesterday?

Look, it says that-
- Hey, I was looking at it.

- You two are the best
1/2 milers in the county

and that you're the favorites
to win the championship.

- [Billy] (laughing)
Wow, it's got our picture

and everything, Joe.

- (chuckling) I must've
been crazy today.

I was running around showing
it to everybody at work.

Dad would be so happy.

- Hey, Joe, you wanna see it?

- No, I gotta study, man.

(school bell rings)

(people chattering)

- Hey man, I wanna talk to you.

It was a great race, Billy.

(exhales sharply)

- Thanks, man.

- Yeah, you really
smoked your brother, man.

- You certainly did.

- Yeah.
- Listen.

I'm having a party
at my house tonight.

You're invited.

- Yeah, but I'm busy.

- Aw, come on, man.

My parents are out of town,
we're gonna trash the place.

- Look, I gotta go, dude.

- Okay, that's cool.

Well I'll see you
at practice, right?

(people chattering)

(Joe groans)

- What? Somebody die?

- No.

- Then what's your
guys' problem, huh?

- Too bad about yesterday, Joe.

- Oh, no, man. Nothing
to worry about.

- Hey man, aren't you
pissed about losing

to your little brother?

- No, man. Just come on.

It's just a dual meet, right?

You blow that shit off.

The big one's next week.

Right?

- You think you can beat him?

- I'm gonna bust his ass.

- Alright.
- Absolutely.

[Joe] Shh.

- Joe, why didn't you wake me?

Well let me get my stuff.

- Hey Billy, I...

I'm just gonna run
by myself today.

- Wait. You're not pissed off
about losing, Joe, are you?

- No, come on. Of course not.

Alright? Just go back to bed.

- Listen, Joe, there's
something I wanna tell you, man.

I talked to my coach yesterday

and I told him I couldn't
run the 1/2 anymore.

- What?

You did what?

- I wanna run the 1/4,
it's just shorter.

- Look, don't do me
any favors, alright?

- Joe, I don't wanna race.

- You wanna help me out?

You meet me at your track
today at four o'clock.

Okay?
- What for?

- Just, just be there.

(bird cawing)

You warmed up?
- Yeah.

- Get off your sweats,
get on the starting line.

I can give you the inside lane,

two laps, full
speed, best man wins.

- You wanna race?

Come on, Joe, I
don't wanna race.

- Now look, hot shot, you're
the one who wanted to run

now get your sweats off.

- Joe, come on, what are
you trying to prove, man?

- Nothing, I'm just
gonna let you know

who's the better runner.

Let's go.
- This is stupid,

alright, Joe?

I'm going home.
- No, you're not.

No you're not.

You may think you are but
you're not. You're gonna run.

- Joe, is this gonna settle it?

No more being pissed
off about anything?

- Sure.

Absolutely.

Oh and one more thing.

I expect you to run full speed

'cause I can tell when
you're dogging it.

- I'll run as fast
as I can, Joe.

- Take your marks.

Get set.

Go.

I surprised you by not
taking the lead, didn't I?

Huh?

How do you like
it up front, huh?

Lots of pressure.

Don't choke now.

(ominous music)

Better not set too slow
of a pace there, Billy.

You know how I kick in the end.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

On the other hand,
you go too fast,

you burn out, you lose anyway.

What do you do?

Ho-ho.

58 seconds, Billy.

Very impressive. Very.

I should let you
lead all the time.

How the legs feeling, huh Bill?

How do they feel? Heavy yet?

Getting heavy yet? Huh?

(imitates crashing)

Oh, you're in
trouble now, Billy.

(suspenseful music)

Is that your kick Billy? Huh?

Is that your kick?
Is that all you got?

Not looking too good, man.

Here I come. Here I come.

Here I come.

(grunting)

(light music)
(both breathing heavily)

- Good race, Joe.

Hey come on, Joe. You said
this would be the end of it.

- I lied.

- Yeah, well that's
not fair, man.

- So sue me.
- Shake my god damned hand,

Joe.
- Screw you.

- Heh.

You can't take it that I'm
better than you at something.

- No, you will never be
better than me at anything.

- Oh yeah?

Up yours, Joe.

- Suck my dick.
- Up yours.

(time clock clicks)

- [Frank] Okay
Maloney, let's hear it.

- Hear what, Frank?

- Your new excuses.

I bet ya it's gonna
be a great one, heh?

- Don't have one.

- Oh, the truth?

Huh.

- Frank, just leave
me alone, alright?

I'm not up for your
bullshit right now.

- Hey, pal.

Hey, you forgetting who
the boss is around here?

- The boss of what, huh?

The boss of what?

The fucking loading
dock at Walter's?

That's not too much to be
proud about there, Frank.

- Listen, you better just
shut your mouth, douche bag.

Alright?
- Right, right.

This is a shit job at a
shit place for shit money.

I mean, doesn't it tell
you something, Frank,

when you gotta lie about
what you do for a living

just to get a girl to-
- Alright, pal,

get outta here.

You're fired.

Get out.

- Alright, Frank.

Alright.

- Joey.

Joey, are you up?

Can I come in?

Joey.

It's eight o'clock.

School's gonna start
in 1/2 an hour.

- I'll get up in a minute, Ma.

- Are you sick?

Huh?
- No, I'm alright.

- Let me feel your forehead.
- Just leave me alone!

(somber music)

(heavy breathing)

- [Coach Ryder] Maloney!

Get over here.

- Yeah, what's up, Coach?

- What do you
think you're doing?

- I'm just running
through twins with Dan.

- I told you to stride it.

This is supposed to
be a light workout.

That was 24 seconds.

- Ah.

Really?

Whoo.
- Look, just calm down.

Look, or better yet, go home.

- Yeah?
- Now I don't want you

burning yourself out.
- I'm fine, I'm fine.

- No, I don't want you
burning yourself out.

I'm counting on you to help
us win the team championship.

- Okay, Coach.

- Okay.
- Alright.

- Alright.

(laughing)

Try to relax.

You can win this thing tomorrow.

All you gotta do
is let yourself.

(knocking)

- Joe, come on in.

I'm glad you're here.

Guess who I talked
to this morning.

Head coach of Stanford.

He's sending an assistant down

to watch the county
championship to scout you.

- I wanna quit, Coach.

- Quit what, Joe?

- I don't wanna run anymore.

- Joe, you can't do that.
The meet is tomorrow.

- Sorry.

- No Joe, wait.
Wait a minute, Joe.

I need to say something to you.

Wait a minute. Listen.

When you first came to me, Joe,

I didn't think you
had a chance to win

because I didn't think you
were better than I was.

I was wrong, Joe. Okay?

I have never saw a
kid with your gut.

Listen to me, Joe.

You can be better
than I ever was.

- I gotta go, Coach.

- Don't go, Joe.

Joe, come back here.

- Mom.
- Billy.

Oh, I'm so glad you're home.

- What's wrong?

- I need to talk
to you about Joe.

- Yeah, what about him?

- I'm worried about him.

He's been acting...

Well you know, he's been
acting so weird lately.

- Look, Ma, he'll
be fine, alright?

- I know that he's upset about
that race tomorrow and...

And that's what I wanna
talk to you about.

- What about it?

- Well, I've been thinking

about you running in that race.

And I've been wondering

whether you should
run or maybe not.

- What?

- This is Joe's best
chance to go to college.

You could always run next year.

I mean, it doesn't
mean that much to you.

What do you think?

- No fucking way, Mom.

He asked for this, Ma.

- Billy. Please.

- All my life, Ma, I been...

I've been treated like
I was a mistake, Ma.

Everything was for
Joe. Everything.

It was Joe for this
and Joe for that.

Nobody gave a shit about me, Ma.

But things are gonna change.

Because tomorrow I'm
gonna run the race, Ma,

and I'm gonna win the race.

And you're not gonna stop me!

(Billy laughing)
(door slams shut)

- And as they round
the last corner,

it's what's it...

What?

Joe Maloney coming from behind.

He's passing one, two,

three runners now and...

I've never seen
anything like it.

It's just him and Coe now.

Coe, Maloney, Coe, Maloney.

Coe again.

And as they pass the tape,

it's Maloney.

A new world record.

And the crowd goes wild.
(police siren blaring afar)

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give to you

the new Olympic champion,

none other than Joe
fucking Maloney.

And the crowd goes wild.

Thank you.

Thank you. No, thank you.

No, fuck you.

(beer splashes)
(bottle clanks)

(people chattering)
(dog barking)

(light guitar music)

- What can I do you for, man?

- Hey man, what's up?

- The hell are you doing here?

- You know, just kicking
it. Having a few beers.

You want a drink, man?

(Louie chuckling)
Hm?

Come on.
- Yeah, sure.

Come on, have a seat.

(both grunt)

So since when do you drink, man?

I thought you were straight
as a virgin's dick.

- No, I got tired of that shit.

- Cool. (chuckling)

- Fuck some of that

straight shit.
- Hm.

Fuck it.
- Fuck my job.

- Yeah.
- And fuck everybody.

- And their mothers too.
- Right.

You got it.

- Hey Lou, can I
get some stuff, man?

- Where's the money, man?

- No man, it's 20 now.

- Damn. 20?

- Hey, it's inflation.

Come on, it's hurting everybody.

What can I tell ya?

- Here, man.

Alright.

- Oh, man.

Oh, man, what was that?

- Just doing a
little retail, man.

- Here, you want a sample?

- No.

No, man.

I mean, he's just
a kid, you know?

- Yeah, so what?

- So the stuff will kill him.

- Yeah, so there's one
less nigger to worry about.

- Oh, you flying fuck.

(Joe grunting)

(Joe groaning)

- You drunken asshole.

I shoulda known you
could never be cool.

(Joe grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(bugs chirping)
(water lapping)

(laughing)

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.

(laughing)

- So there's nothing
that you can do?

Alright, officer. Good bye.

- So what'd they say?

- He hasn't been
gone long enough

to be considered missing.

That he'll probably
show up some time today.

- Of course he's
gonna show up, Mom.

What did I tell ya? He's fine.

- Billy, he has never
stayed out all night before.

- So maybe Joe has
screwed up this once, Ma.

He's not perfect, you know?

- I don't know what to do here.

I wish your dad was here.

He'd know what to do.

- Uh!

Would you shut up about Dad?

Ma, listen.

Ever since he's
died, you been trying

to make him out to be a saint.

Look, Ma, he wasn't a saint.

He was a real asshole.

Ma, it's the truth, Ma.

It's the truth.

And it's about time you
faced up to the truth, Ma.

(light music)

- (sighs) I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, Ma.

I miss him too, Ma.

I'm gonna go look for Joe.

He's gotta be around
here somewhere.

(train crossing bell dinging)

- Hey, dude, I'm
heading to the meet.

You wanna ride with me?

- I'm looking for my
brother. You seen him?

- No, but Paulie said
he saw him drinking

down around central last night.

- He did?
- He did.

He also heard he
quit the track team.

- No way, man.

- It's true, you
psyched him out.

He's scared shitless
of running against you.

- Oh shit. I gotta go find him.

- Alright, but don't be late,
man. We're counting on ya.

(dog barking)

(fence rattles)

- Hey.

Joe?

Joe.

You alright?

- Yeah.

- Come on, man. I
gotta get you home.

- No. No!

- Come on, Joe.

Mom is worried sick man.
- I'm staying right here.

- Let's go.

- Screw Mom.

- Why you gonna
go say that, Joe?

- Screw you too.

- Joe, man, I'm
trying to help you.

- Billy.

You don't give a damn
about me, alright?

Come on. Just go home.

- What is this about, Joe?

What is this about?
The race, man?

- Just leave me alone!

- Alright.

But why don't you tell me
something first, alright?

How come you quit
the track team?

- What? I didn't.

Who told you that?

- I just heard it.

- It's none of your business.

- Come on, Joe. You
can't quit now, man.

Not before the championship.

- What's it to you, huh?

Come on. What's it to you?

I mean this way you
get to win it all.

- You're talking
like a loser, Joe.

- Oh. (groans)

Shit Billy, you're the
only loser here, man.

Mr. Car Thief.

- Then how come I'm running
the race today, Joe?

(audience applauding)
(audience cheering)

- [Announcer] Welcome to this
year's county high school

track and field championship.

- [Team Chanting] Go,
go, go, go, go, go, go.

- [Announcer] Would
all seeded runners

for the 100 yard
dash please report

to the official table in
front of the grandstand.

- [Team] Three, four, five, six,

seven, eight.

Go Arroyo. Go.

(audience chattering)

(ominous music)

(children playing outside)

(people cheering)
- Come on let's go.

Go, go, go, go.

Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig.

- [Man] You're in heat
two. This is your number.

- Say, you're brother
running today?

- I don't know. I-I...

I hope so.

- Shit, I hope not.

I'm running for a scholarship
to Boston College today.

- [Man] You're name?

- Coach. I can't
find him anywhere.

- Oh man, you look
under the stairs?

- I looked everywhere.

- Shit. The race
starts in 15 minutes.

- Is there a problem.
- No, no. No.

It just seems that Joe
hasn't made it here yet.

I knew he was a
little nervous yest-

- Coach!

- I'm glad you decided
to show up, Joe.

- Too late to run?

- No, not if we hurry.

- Come on, we need to
get ready. Let's go.

(audience applauding)
(audience cheering)

We got one more runner.

Joe, let's go. Let's do it.

- [Man] Okay, runners,
take your mark.

Get set.

(gun fires)

(audience cheering)
(intense music)

- Don't worry. Take
your time, Joe.

Run your race, son. Atta boy.

Keep your knees up.

(heavy breathing)

(people cheering)
(energetic music)

- Go Joe. Go.

Kick son, kick.

(grunting)

(runners breathing heavily)

- Yeah!

- You got it!

(audience cheering)

- Yes!
- yeah, you did it, baby!

- Ma.

- I'm so proud, hon.

- Hey, you're really great.
- Thanks. How you like 'em?

- I like them.

- I'm glad you...

You know what, let's
do something tonight.

- Sure, great.
- Hey, great race, Joe.

- Thanks.

I'll call ya.

Didn't know if I
was gonna catch him.

- Neither did I, man.

Something musta happened to him

for him to slow up like that.
- Wait. What happened?

- Something musta happened
to his leg or something.

But great race, man.

- Okay. Thanks, man.

I gotta run, I'll catch ya-
- Great job, alright?

(light music)
(dog barking)

- Hey stop.

Stop.

Why'd you leave so fast?

- No reason.

- What happened at the
end of the race, Billy?

- What are you talking about?

- Oh man.

Billy, why did you slow
down the last 10 yards?

- Look, you out kicked
me, Joe, that's all.

- That's bullshit.
- You ran a good race, Joe.

- That's bullshit.

- What is wrong with you?

- You were dogging it, man.

- No I wasn't, Joe.
- You dogged it.

You let me win, man. Why?
- No I didn't, Joe.

- Why don't...

Billy, you're lying to me.

Don't lie to me.

Billy, wait. Wait.

Just look me in the eyes, man,

and tell me you gave it all you-

- Let go.
- Just look me in the eyes

and tell me you
gave it all you got.

- Let go!

- So you can't?

- Even if I let you win,
I'm not gonna tell ya, Joe.

(Joe screams)

- You little bastard.

- Jesus Joe, what
is wrong with you?

- You ruined everything.

- Joe, I was trying to help you.

- Yeah, well thanks for nothing.

- Come on, Joe. You're
going to college, right?

That's all that counts.

- No I'm not.

I can't take the scholarship.

- You...

Why not?

- 'Cause I didn't
fucking earn it.

I didn't earn it, man.

You...

- 'Cause you don't...

Dammit, Joe, if I'd a beat
you by a god damn inch

instead of you beating me,

tell me what the difference is.

You're still one of the best
runners in this county, Joe.

Regardless of whether
I beat you or not.

I'm your fucking brother, Joe.

Alright? I'm your
fucking brother.

(light music)

(Joe sighs)

(bird cawing)

(tires squealing)

(thuds)
(Joe grunts)

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

- [Louie] Where's my stuff?

(punch lands)
(Joe grunts)

- Ah.

- I said, where's my stuff?

- I threw 'em in the river.
- You're lying.

- It's the truth, man.

- Nobody's that stupid.

That's five grand worth of shit.

- Yeah, well it's what I did.

(punch lands)
- Ah!

(Joe groans)

(strike lands)
- Ah!

- Louie!

Louie, come on, Louie.

Come on.

(grunting)

(Louie gagging)
(Joe grunting)

Joe, Joe.

Joe!

(Louie thuds to the ground)

(dog barking)

- You okay?

- Yeah, sure.
- You alright, man?

- I'm alright, man.

How 'bout you?
- I'm alright.

(spits)

You saved my ass.

- Yeah.

Man, you're shit, Joe.

You know, you're lucky

I was over there.
- Look. Wait.

About all the...

The race.

Look, man, I...

Bill. I'm an idiot.

I'm an idiot.
- Don't matter.

That don't matter.

- I'm an idiot, man.

- It don't matter.

Heh, alright.

That's the break, man.

(police siren blaring)

(light music)

- Well I have all the
faith in the world in you.

I know that you'll do wonderful.

Just like you always do.

- I will, Ma.

Thanks.

Mm.

I love you, you know.

Bye.

Take care of her.
- I will.

- And take care of yourself.

I expect you to win county
championship this year.

- Yeah, well you
can count on it.

- Well don't get too cocky.

There's a lot of good
runners out there

and they'll surprise you.

- Yeah but see, I got this
method for never losing.

I just make believe I'm
running against you, Joe.

- Yeah, well we'll
see about that

when I run your ass in the
ground at Thanksgiving.

- If I break both my legs
in the meantime, maybe.

- Maybe.

Alright.

(bus brakes hissing)
(door squeaking)

(upbeat music)

* Everything is said and done

* Every night now has begun

* This is the time, this
is the time of your life *

* You will lose just
to see the face *

* There were days
of pain with meds *

* This is the time, this
is the time of your life *

* This is the time
to make it happen *

* Straight ahead and
take some action *

* This is the time to
make it happen now *

* All your life
you've been behind *

* Been backed up,
holed up, been denied *

* This is the time to
make it happen now *

* No use now living
in the past *

* Gotta make every moment last

* This is the time, this
is the time of your life *

* All your life that
you have wasted *

* Now there's no
more hesitating *

* This is the time,
this is the time *

* This is the time, this
is the time of your life *

* This is the time
to make it happen *

* Straight ahead and
take some action *

* This is the time to
make it happen now *

* All your life
you've been behind *

* Backed up, holed
up, been denied *

* And this is the time
to make it happen now *

* 'Cause if you look
into that mirror *

* It can't be any clearer
this is the time *

* This is the time
to make it happen *

* Straight ahead and
take some action *

* This is the time to
make it happen now *

* All your life
you've been behind *

* Been backed up,
holed up, been denied *

* This is the time to
make it happen now *

* 'Cause if you
look into my eyes *

* I can see how you'll now
know this is the time *

* This is the time
this is the time *

* This is the time
this is the time *

* This is the time
this is the time *

(music ends)

(energetic rock music begins)

* I aint got no where to go

* I aint got no happy home

* My life is an institutional

* Juvenile detention so

* I'm damned if I do

* I'm damned if I don't

* I got no where to go

* I'm runnin' nowhere

(music fades)