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You don't understand.|We got special business comin' here.
- Makin' trouble for the Puerto Ricans?|- They make trouble for us.
For you, trouble is a relief.
We gotta stand up to 'em.|lt's important.
Fightin' over a little piece|of street is so important?
- To us it is.|- To hoodlums it is.
- Who you callin' hoodlums?|- War councils--
- Don't start, Doc.|- When l was your age--
When you was my age?
When my old man was my age--|my brother was my age.
You was never my age,|none of ya.
And the sooner you creeps get hip|to that, the sooner you'll dig us!
l'll dig you an early grave,|that's what l'll dig.
Dig, dig, dig.
Okay, Doc, set 'em up.|Cokes all around.
Let's get down to business.
Bernardo hasn't learned|the procedures of gracious livin'.
l don't like you either,|so cut it.
- Kick it, Doc.|- Boys, couldn't you maybe talk--
Kick it!
We challenge you to a rumble.
All out, once and for all.|Accept?
- On what terms?|- Whatever terms you're callin'.
You crossed the line|once too often.
- You started it.|- Who jumped Baby John this afternoon?
- Who jumped me first day l moved here?|- Who asked you to move here?
- Move where you're wanted!|- Spics!
- Mick!|- Wop!
We accept.
- Time.|- Tomorrow?
After dark.
- Place.|- The park?
The river.
Under the highway.
- Weapons.|- Hey, Doc!
Weapons.
- You call.|- Your challenge.
Afraid to call?
Rocks.
- Belts.|- Pipes.
- Cans.|- Bricks.
- Bats!|- Clubs!
- Chains!|- Bottles, knives, guns!
- What a coop full of chickens.|- Who you callin' chicken?
- Every dog knows his own.|- l'm callin' you all chicken.
Big tough buddy boys|gotta throw bricks, huh?
Afraid to get in close?|Afraid to slug it out?
- Afraid to use plain skin?|- Not even garbage?
- That ain't a rumble.|- Who says?
- You said call weapons.|- lt can be clinched by a fair fight.
lf you've got the guts to risk that.|Best man from each gang to slug it out.
l would enjoy to risk that.|Okay, fair fight.
Wait a minute.|The commanders say yes or no.
Fair fight.
When l get through with you...
you will be like a fish|after skinning.
Your best man|fights our best man...
and we pick him.
- l thought l would be fighting--|- You shook on it.
Yes, l shook on it.
lf you wanna change your mind,|we can still--
- Bernardo, would you like a cigarette?|- No, thank you. l don't smoke.
Evening, Lieutenant.
l and Tony was just closin' up.
Well, now,|this is more like it, fellas.
Warms me all over|to see you this way.
And after only a couple of words from me|at the playground this afternoon.
Oh, do you mind?
l have no mind.|l'm the village idiot.
Headquarters hears about this,|l may even get a promotion.
Good deal all around,|huh, Bernardo?
l get a promotion...
and you Puerto Ricans|get what you've been itchin' for.
Use of the playground,|use of the gym...
the streets, the candy store.
So what if they do turn this whole town|into a stinkin' pigsty?
Don't stop him.|He wants to get home...
write letters to San Juan,|tell 'em how he's got it made here.
What l mean is, clear out!|l said, clear out!
Oh, yeah, sure, l know.
lt's a free country|and l ain't got the right.
But l got a badge.
What do you got?
Things are tough all over.|Beat it!
Okay, fellas.
Where's the rumble gonna be?
Come on. l know regular Americans|don't rub with the gold-teeth unless--
- Look, Lieutenant--|- You shut your mouth!
Come on, Baby John...
before that smooth little kisser|of yours gets cut up for life.
Now, where's it gonna be?
The river?
The park?
Look, fellas, l'm for you.
l want this beat cleaned up,|and you can do it for me.
l'll even lend a hand|if things get rough.
Now, where ya gonna rumble?
The playground?
Sweeney's lot?
Why don't you get smart,|you stupid hooligans?
l oughta take you to the station|and throw you in the can right now.
You and the tinhorn|immigrant scum you come from!
How's your old man's d.t.'s, A-rab?
How's the action on your|mother's side of the street, Action?
One of these days|there won't be anybody to hold ya.
Get him outta here!|Come on!
Don't worry, l'll find out|where it's gonna be.
So be sure to finish each other off,|because if you don't, l will!
Oh, yeah, sure.
Understand 'em.
That's what they keep tellin' me|down at headquarters: understand.
Well, you try keeping hoodlums in line|and see what it does to you.
lt wouldn't give me|a mouth like his.
Come on, Doc.|Don't let it get ya.
l'm sick.
You heard.|lt's gonna be a fair fight.
And that's gonna cure somethin'?
From here on in,|everything's gonna be all right.
- l got a feelin'.|- What have you been takin' tonight?
A trip to the moon.
And l'll tell ya a secret, Doc.|lt ain't a man that's up there.
lt's a girl.
A lady.
So that's why you|made it a fair fight.
l'm gonna see her tomorrow|and l can't wait.
- Things aren't tough enough?|- Doc, l'm in love.
- And you're not frightened?|- Should l be?
No, l'm frightened enough|for the both of you.
What has Chino done to her?
Chino? Why Chino?
Maybe she's just|dolling up for us.
Rosalia, Consuelo...
my adorable friends,|can you keep a secret?
l'm hot for secrets.
No, l won't tell you.
- What?|- What?
- The poor girl is out of her mind.|- l am-- crazy.
She might be at that.|She looks somehow different.
- l do?|- And l think she is up to something.
l am?
''l do?'' ''l am?''|She talks like a parrot.
What is going on with you, Maria?
l feel pretty|Oh, so pretty
l feel pretty and witty and gay
And l pity any girl|who isn't me today
l feel charming|Oh, so charming
lt's alarming how charming l feel
And so pretty|That l hardly can believe l'm real
See the pretty girl|in that mirror there
Who can that attractive girl be
Such a pretty face|Such a pretty dress
Such a pretty smile|Such a pretty me
l feel stunning|and entrancing
Feel like running|and dancing for joy
For l'm loved|by a pretty wonderful boy
Have you met my good friend Maria
The craziest girl on the block
You'll know her|the minute you see her
She's the one who is in|an advanced state of shock
She thinks she's in love|She thinks she's in Spain
She isn't in love|She's merely insane
lt must be the heat|or some rare disease
Or too much to eat|Or maybe it's fleas
Keep away from her|Send for Chino
This is not the Maria we know
Modest and pure|polite and refined
Well-bred and mature|and out of her mind
Miss America!
Miss America!|Bravo! Speech!
l feel pretty|Oh, so pretty
That the city|should give me its key
A committee should be organized|to honor me
l feel dizzy|l feel sunny
l feel fizzy and funny and fine
And so pretty|Miss America can just resign
See the pretty girl|in that mirror there
- What mirror where|- Who can that attractive girl be
- Which, what, where, who|- Such a pretty face
Such a pretty dress, such a pretty smile|Such a pretty me
l feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like running|and dancing for joy
For l'm loved|by a pretty wonderful boy
You want to sing, do it with needles,|or you'll be singing for your supper.
But Madam Lucia, what can you expect?|We use Singer sewing machines.
Sure. You make the bad joke home|where l can't hear it!
Well, go now.|lt's closing time. Shoo!
You pull down the shades,|pick up the pins...
turn off the lights|and lock the doors.
Oh, the jail is opened.
l thought she'd never leave.
lt's hard to believe that old bag|was once a young bag like us.
Let's go before she|changes her mind and comes back.
You go, querida.|l will lock up.
- Why?|- l have work.
- Do it tomorrow.|- l am in no hurry.
l am. l'm going home now|and take a nice long bubble bath.
Black Orchid.
All over. l got a date with Nardo|after the rumble.
What rumble?
Oh, well, Nardo's Sharks|and those boys at the dance.
They fight each other tonight?
They don't play potsy.
Why must they always fight?
Well, you saw how they dance-- like|they gotta get rid of something quick.
That's how they fight.
To get rid of what?
Too much feeling.|And they do get rid of it.
Boy, after a fight,|that brother of yours is so healthy.
Definitely: Black Orchid.
''You go, querida.|l will lock up.''
lt's too early for noches.|Buenas tardes.
He just came from the drugstore|to deliver aspirin.
- You'll need it.|- Not us.
We're fine.|We're out of the world.
You're out of your heads.
- We're 12 feet in the air.|- Anita can see that.
You will not tell?
Tell what? How can l know|what goes on 12 feet over my head?
You better be home in 15 minutes.
lt's all right.|She likes us.
But she is worried,|and so am l.
- That's foolish.|- Are you going to that rumble tonight?
- Why?|- You must go and stop it.
l have stopped it. lt's only gonna be|a fistfight now between two of 'em.
Any fight is no good for us.
Everything is good for us.|We got magic.
Listen, and hear me.
You must go and stop it.
lt means that much to you?
l will, then.
l believe you.|You do have magic.
Of course.
l've got you.
And tonight, after l stop the rumble|that is no rumble, l'll come by for you.
l will wait for you|on the roof.
Not the roof.|l'll come to your house.
You cannot.|My mama.
- Then l'll take you to my house.|- Your mama.
She'll come runnin' from the kitchen|to welcome ya. She lives in the kitchen.
- Dressed so elegant?|- l told her you were comin'.
She'll look at your face,|try not to smile, and say...
''Skinny, but pretty.''
She is plump, no doubt.
Fat.
l take after my mama--|delicate-boned.
Not in front of Mama!
l would like to see Papa in this.
Mama will make him|ask about your prospects.
Many.
- lf you go to church.|- Oh, always.
Yes, Papa might like you.
- May l have your daughter's hand?|- He says yes.
- And your mama?|- l'm afraid to ask her.
Tell her she's not getting a daughter.|She's getting rid of a son.
- She says yes.|- She has good taste.
Here. Maid of honor.
Oh, that color is bad for Anita.
- The best man.|- That is my papa!
Sorry, Papa.
Here we go, Riff.|Womb to tomb.
Now you see, Anita?|There was nothing to worry about.
Look. Mama's cryin' already.
l, Anton, take thee, Maria...
l, Maria, take thee, Anton...
for richer, for poorer...
in sickness and in health...
to love and to honor...
to hold and to keep...
from each sun to each moon...
from tomorrow to tomorrow...
from now to forever...
till death do us part.
With this ring, l thee wed.
Make of our hands
One hand
Make of our hearts
One heart
Make of our vows
One last vow
Only death will
Part us now
Make of our lives
One life
Day after day
One life
Now it begins
Now we start
One hand
One heart
Even death
Won't part
Us now
The Jets are gonna|have their day tonight
The Jets are gonna|have their way tonight
The Puerto Ricans grumble|Fair fight
But if they start a rumble|We'll rumble 'em right
We're gonna hand 'em|a surprise tonight
We're gonna cut 'em|down to size tonight
We said, okay, no rumpus|No tricks
But just in case they jump us|We're ready to mix
Tonight
We're gonna rock it tonight
We're gonna jazz it up|and have us a ball
They're gonna get it tonight
The more they turn it on|the harder they'll fall
- Well, they began it|- Well, they began it
And we're the ones to stop 'em|once and for all
Tonight
Anita's gonna get|her kicks tonight
We'll have our private|little mix tonight
He'll walk in hot and tired|Poor dear
Don't matter if he's tired|as long as he's here
Tonight, tonight
Won't be just any night
Tonight there will be|no morning star
l'll see my love tonight
And for us
Stars will stop where they are
Today the minutes seem like hours
The hours go so slowly
And still the sky is light
Oh, moon|Grow bright
And make this endless day
Endless night
The Jets are comin'|out on top tonight
We're gonna watch|Bernardo drop tonight
The Puerto Rican punk'll go down
And when he's hollered uncle|We'll tear up the town
- We'll be in back of you, boy|- Right
- You're gonna flatten him good|- Right
Tonight there will be|no morning star
And then we'll|have us a ball tonight
We're gonna rock it tonight
We're gonna jazz it tonight
We're gonna mix it tonight
Today the minutes|seem like hours
The hours go so slowly
And still the sky is light
We'll stop 'em once and for all
The Sharks are gonna|have their way
The Jets are gonna|have their day
We're gonna rock it tonight
Tonight
Ready.
- Now move in and shake hands.|- For what?
Well, that's the way|it's done, buddy boy.
More gracious living.
Every one of you hates every one of us,|and we hate you right back.
- Let's get at it.|- Sure.
Hold it!
Get with the gang.|lt's all okay.
- No!|- What are you doin'?
Maybe he has found the guts|to fight his own battles.
lt don't take guts|if you got a battle.
We ain't got one, none of us.|Okay, Nardo?
Hold it!|Let's cool it.
The deal is a fair fight|between you and lce. Get with the gang.
Mother hen protecting the little one?|l'll give you a battle, gallito.
- You've got one!|- l'll take pretty boy on as a warm-up.
Afraid, pretty boy?|Afraid, gutless?
- Afraid, chicken?|- Cut it!
l don't want to.
- l'm sure.|- Now listen to me.
- Are you chicken?|- There's nothin' to fight about.
- The hell there ain't!|- You got it wrong!
- Why can't you understand?|- What do you say, chicken?
Kill him, Tony.
- Come on, man.|- Afraid to fight?
- Let me see you fight.|- What's the matter?
He's chicken, boy.
He is chicken!
- Hey, pretty boy.|- Bernardo, listen.
Don't! Stop it!|We got nothin' to fight about.
- You yellowbellied chicken!|- Don't push me!
Come on,|you yellowbellied Pollack!
- Riff, what are you doin'?|- Get outta here, Tony!
Riff, don't!
- Hold him!|- lce, let me go!
Riff, don't!
Keep outta this!
Somebody stop him!
Let me go!
- Come on, Nardo!|- Stop him!
Riff, don't!
Get him!
Tony, come on.|Come on, Tony.
Gotta get outta here!|Come on!
Come on, Tony.|Come on! Get outta here!
Come on!
Come on, Tony!
Wait for me, Rosa.
There was no one downstairs.
My mother and father|are at the store.
l didn't expect you to come by|or l would have waited down--
You have been fighting, Chino?
Yes. l am sorry.
That is not like you.
You must go home and wash up.
- l will see you tomorrow.|- Maria, at the rumble--
- There was no rumble.|- There was.
- You are wrong.|- Nobody meant for it to happen.
Tell me.
lt is bad.
Very bad?
You see--
lt will be easier|if you say it very fast.
There was a fight...
and Nardo--
Somehow a knife--
And Nardo and someone--
What happened to Tony?
Tell me!|ls Tony all right?
He killed your brother!
You are lying.
Chino, why do you lie to me?
Chino, you are lying! Lying!
Why do you lie?
Make it not be true.|Please make it not be true.
Madre de Dios,|l will do anything.
Make me die,|only please make it not be true.
Make it not be--
Killer! Killer! Killer!
l tried to stop it.
l did try.|l don't know what went wrong.
l didn't mean to hurt him.|l didn't wanna.
But Riff was like my brother.|When Bernardo killed him--
Bernardo didn't|mean it either, l know.
l thought you knew.
l didn't come to tell you that.
Just for you to forgive me|so l could go to the police.
- lt'll be easy now.|- l won't let you.
- l must.|- Stay with me.
- Maria, l love you so much.|- Don't leave me.
- Whatever you want, l'll do.|- Hold me.
- Oh, forever.|- Tighter.
We'll be all right,|l know it.
We're really together now.
But it's not us.
lt's everything around us.
Then l'll take you away,|where nothin' can get to us.
Not anyone or anything.
There's a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet
And open air
Wait for us somewhere
There's a time for us
Someday a time for us
Time together with time to spare
Time to look
Time to care someday
Somewhere
We'll find a new way of living
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere
There's a place for us
A time and place for us
Hold my hand|and we're halfway there
Hold my hand|and l'll take you there
Somehow
Someday
Somewhere
Baby John,|what are ya doin' here?
Nothin'.
What are ya doin' nothin'|here for? Come on.
l don't want the guys|to see me, A-rab.
Why not?
Well, l'm cryin'.
You are?
- What for?|- l don't know.
Blow your nose.
Did you get a look|at their faces?
- Which faces?|- You know.
At the rumble--|Riff and Bernardo.
l wish it was yesterday.
Me too.|l'm scared.
Cut it out!|You hear me?
What are we gonna do?
We're gonna meet the other guys|and form up, that's what.
Now come on.|Let's go.
Do you got a handkerchief first?
What's wrong with your sleeve?
- Where ya been?|- Where do ya think? The Stork Club?
- We thought they nabbed you.|- Go on.
- You didn't see Tony, huh?|- No. Nothin' but coppers.
- What's wrong with him?|- There's nothin' wrong with him.
All right, all right.
- Maybe we oughta go home.|- For what?
- Bet ya they got him.|- Not Tony.
He was great.|Huh, Baby John?
Oh, yeah. He really|come through for the Jets.
Just like Riff said he--
Said he would.
Riff! l want Riff!
Come on, Graziella.
Nobody was supposed|to get killed.
lt just--
- They're gonna pay.|- Them stinkin' Sharks.
- Dirty fighting.|- They started it.
- Why don't we finish it?|- Cool it.
We gotta show 'em who's on top.|Let's do it now!
Ain't we had enough?
What's the matter?|You scared?
- Who you callin' scared?|- Lay off of him.
- Mind your own business.|- Don't sound off or l'll hit you.
- You'll do what?|- Knock it off!
Shut up down there,|you dirty good-for-nothin's!
Go home where you belong!
Who you callin' good-for-nothin',|you loudmouthed crud-head!
-l'll put this through your stupid face!|-Get inside, all of ya!
- Shut up!|- l don't take that from nobody!
Next creep who sounds on me,|the next guy who gets in my craw--
You'll laugh!
Now you all better dig this|and dig it good.
No matter who or what|is eatin' you...
man, you show it|and you are dead!
You are cuttin' a hole in yourselves for|them to stick in a red-hot umbrella...
and open it wide.
Man, you wanna get past the cops|when they start asking about tonight?
You play it cool.
You wanna live in this lousy world?|Play it cool.
- l wanna get even!|- Get cool!
- l wanna bust!|- Bust cool!
- l wanna go!|- Go cool!
Boy, boy|Crazy boy
Get cool, boy
Got a rocket in your pocket
Keep cooly cool, boy
Don't get hot|'Cause, man, you've got
Some high times ahead
Take it slow
And Daddy-O|You can live it up and die in bed
Boy, boy|Crazy boy
Stay loose, boy
Breeze it, buzz it|Easy does it
Turn off the juice, boy
Go, man, go
But not like a yo-yo schoolboy
Just play it cool, boy
Real cool
Easy, Action.
Cool it, A-rab.|Cool it! Cool it!
Cool!
- Go!|- Crazy!
Boy, boy|Crazy boy
Stay loose, boy
Breeze it, buzz it|Easy does it
Turn off the juice, boy
Just play it cool, boy
Real cool
Let's go.
Where we goin'?
lf we lay low, the coppers|are gonna smell fish, so we--
- Hey, buddy boys!|- Aw, go wear a skirt.
l got scabby knees.|Listen.
- We act like we got nothin' to hide.|- Suppose they ask about the rumble?
Supposin' they ask you where's Tony|and what party's lookin' for him...
with a gun!
You know somethin'?
- l know l gotta go get a skirt.|- Come on, Anybodys.
- What's the freak know?|- Plenty.
l figured somebody oughta infiltrate|P.R. territory and spy around.
l'm very large with shadows.
l can slip in and out of 'em|like wind through a fence.
- ls she ever makin' the most of it.|- You bet your fat A, l am!
- Spill it!|- Okay!
l hear Chino tell the Sharks somethin'|about Tony and Bernardo's sister.
And then l hear Chino say...
''lf it's the last thing l do,|l'm gonna get that Polack.''
And then he pulls out|the bad news.
- Them P.R.s won't stop.|- Till we stop 'em.
Hold it!
Now listen.
Tony come through for us,|we gotta come through for Tony.
- We gotta find him before Chino does.|- And burns him.
You guys cover the river.|Snowboy, the docks.
- l'll take the back alleys.|- l and Graziella will take the streets.
- l'll cover the park.|- The schoolyard.
- Let's go.|- What about me?
You?
ln and out of the shadows.|Maybe you'll find Tony in one of 'em.
Right!
Ya done good, buddy boy.
Thanks, Daddy-O.
Who is--
Maria, it's Anita.|Are you in there?
Open the door.|l need you.
Now you are afraid, too?
- What?|- l'll be right there.
- Together.|- But where?
The bus station. We'll go so far away|they'll never find us.
- How can we?|- Doc'll help us with money.
- You'll meet me at his store.|- At Doc's, yes.
l'll wait for you there.
Hurry.
Coming, Anita.
All right, now you know.
And you still don't know.|He is one of them!
A boy like that|would kill your brother
Forget that boy|and find another
One of your own kind|Stick to your own kind
A boy like that|will give you sorrow
You'll meet another boy tomorrow
One of your own kind|Stick to your own kind
A boy who kills cannot love
A boy who kills has no heart
And he's the boy|who gets your love
And gets your heart
Very smart, Maria|Very smart
A boy like that|wants one thing only
And when he's done|he'll leave you lonely
He'll murder your love|He murdered mine
Just wait and see|Just wait, Maria
Oh, no, Anita, no
lt isn't true|Not for me
lt's true for you|Not for me
l hear your words|And in my head l know they're smart
But my heart, Anita|But my heart
Knows they're wrong
You should know better
You were in love|Or so you said
You should know better
l have a love
And it's all that l have
Right or wrong
What else can l do
l love him
l'm his
And everything he is
l am too
l have a love
And it's all that l need
Right or wrong
And he needs me too
l love him
We're one
There's nothing to be done
Not a thing l can do
But hold him
Hold him forever
Be with him now
Tomorrow
And all
Of my life
When love comes so strong
There is no right or wrong
Your love is
Your love
Chino has a gun.
l heard the boys talking.|He's hunting for Tony.
He is at Doc's store,|waiting for me.
lf Chino hurts him or touches him,|l swear to you l'll--
You'll do what Tony|did to Bernardo?
l love Tony.
l know.
l loved Bernardo.
- Anybody home?|- Yes.
- Bernardo's sister, please.|- She isn't feeling well.
Who is?
Hello, Miss.|l'm Lieutenant Schrank.
l don't like to disturb you|at a time like this--
Yes, a very bad time.
- lf you will excuse me, please.|- l have a couple of questions.
Afterwards, please.|l must go to my brother now.
- Just one minute!|- Can't you wait?
Now, you were at the dance|at the gym last night--
Will this take very long?
As long as it has to.
Excuse me.
Anita, my headache is much worse.
Will you go to|Doc's store for me?
Don't you people|keep aspirin around?
This is something special.
Will you go for me, Anita?
What shall l ask for?
Doc will know.
Tell him l have been detained...
and can't get there right away.
Or l would have|picked it up myself.
Excuse me.|You were asking?
At the gym last night...
your brother got into an argument|because you danced with the wrong boy.
Who was the boy?
Another from my country.
And his name?
Jose.
- Can't find him.|- He ain't nowhere.
- He's right down in the cellar.|- Safe and sound.
- l found him.|- You warn him about Chino?
- What's he doin' in the cellar?|- Keepin' the mice company.
No sign of Chino?
- Nothin'.|- His luck.
l'll slip out the back|and check the alleys again.
- You guys hang here.|- Right.
Boy, l'm thirsty.|Where's Doc?
Upstairs raisin'|getaway money for Tony.
- Doc ain't got no money.|- His mattress has.
Cut the frabbajabba.|Grab some readin' matter. Play the juke.
Some of you get outside. lf you see|Chino or any of those stinkin' P.R.s--
- l'd like to see Doc.|- He ain't here.
Where is he?
He went to the bank.|They made a mistake in his favor.
The banks are closed at night.|Where is he?
You know how skinny Doc is. He slipped|in through the night deposit slot.
And got stuck halfway in.
Which indicates, there's|no tellin' when he'll be back.
Where ya goin'?
Downstairs.
Didn't l tell you?|He ain't here!
l'd like to see for myself.
Please.
- Will you let me pass?|- She's too dark to pass.
- Oh, don't.|- Please don't.
- Listen, you!|- We're listenin'!
Look. l gotta give|a friend of yours a message.
- l gotta tell Tony--|- He ain't here.
- l know he is.|- Who says?
- Who's the message from?|- Never mind.
Couldn't be from Chino,|could it?
Don't you understand?|l want to help!
- Bernardo's girl wants to help?|- Even a greaseball's got feelin's.
But she wants to help get Tony.
Not much,|Bernardo's tramp.
- Bernardo's pig.|- You lyin' spic.
- Don't do that!|- Gold tooth!
- Pierced ear!|- Garlic mouth!
Stop it!
What are you doing there?
Bernardo was right.
lf one of you was|lying in the street...
bleeding...
l'd walk by and spit on you.
-Don't let her go!|-She'll tell Chino Tony's in the cellar!
Don't you touch me.
l got a message|for your American buddy.
You tell that murderer...
that Maria's|never going to meet him.
You tell him that Chino|found out about them...
and shot her!
She's dead.
When do you kids stop?
You make this world lousy.
We didn't make it, Doc.
Get outta here.
Doc, l thought l heard--|You got it!
Yeah, l got it.
You're a pal.|You're the best friend a guy ever had.
l'll pay you back|as soon as l can, l promise.
- Forget that.|- Never. l couldn't.
Doc, you know what we're gonna do|in the country, Maria and me?
We're gonna have lots of kids,|and we're gonna name 'em after ya.
That way,|when you come to visit us--
Wake up!
ls this the only way|to get through to you?
Do just what you all do?|Bust like a hot water pipe?
What's got into you?
Why do you kids live|like there's a war on?
Why do you kill?
l told you how it happened.
Maria understands.
l thought you did too.
Maria understands nothing...
ever again.
There is no Maria, Tony.
What?
- l can't.|- No, Doc!
Now tell me!|What is it?
That was Anita upstairs.
Chino found out|about you and Maria...
and he killed her.
Maria died?
Come and get me too, Chino!
Come and get me too, Chino!
- Who's that?|- lt's Anybodys. Come on.
Get out of here!
- Come and get me, damn you!|- What are ya doin'?
- Get out of here!|- Why don't you come with me--
lt ain't playin' anymore!|Can't any of you get that?
- But the gang!|- You're a girl!
Be a girl and beat it!
Come on, Chino!|Get me too!
Chino! l'm callin' for ya!
There's nobody here but me.
Come on!
Please, will ya?
l'm waitin' for ya.
l want you to.
l didn't believe hard enough.
Loving is enough.
Not here.|They won't let us be.
Then we'll get away.
- Yeah, we can.|- Yes.
- We will.|- Yes.
Hold my hand|and we're halfway there
Hold my hand|and l'll take you there
Somehow
Someday
Some--
Stay back!
How do you fire this gun, Chino?
Just by pulling|this little trigger?
How many bullets are left, Chino?
Enough for you?
And you?
All of you!
You all killed him.
And my brother.|And Riff.
Not with bullets and guns.
With hate!
Well, l can kill too,|because now l have hate!
How many can l kill, Chino?
How many, and still have|one bullet left for me?
Don't you touch him!
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