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- (energetic rock music)

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* 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)