When I stepped out...
into the bright sunlight...
from the darkness of the movie house...
I had only two things on my mind:
Paul Newman and a ride home.
This is Ames, mister.
Greaser!
Wash all that grease out of your hair!
Hey, Grease.
We're gonna give him a haircut. Get him, guys.
Get him down.
No! Shit!
Stick him.
Maybe he's got an itch somewhere. Or maybe over here.
Or maybe how about there?
- Let's get out of here. - Come on. Let's go.
Everybody, move!
Let's go.
We'll get you later, Greasers!
- They didn't hurt you too bad, did they? - No.
Hey, Pony.
- Did they pull a blade on you? - Yeah.
Hey, they ain't going to hurt you no more.
Man, walking by yourself. You don't ever think.
All I did was walk home from the movie.
Movies and books.
I wish that you could concentrate on something else just once in a while.
Why don't you concentrate on girls and cars? Works for me.
Look, kid...
if you had to go by yourself, you should've carried a blade.
That would have been a great excuse...
for the Socs to cut his neck a little more there.
If I want my kid brother to tell me what to do with my other kid brother...
I'll ask you, all right, kid brother?
Soda, why does he always got to be like that?
- He's got more worries than he used to. - How's the kid?
I'm fine. What are you doing out of the cooler, Dal?
Yeah? And what are you doing walking by your lonesome on the street?
It's none of your business.
What do you mean, none of my business? It is my business. Look at my nose.
It's huge.
Smart-ass. He is a smart-ass kid.
- How are you doing? - I'm doing all right.
- Thought you went for about 90 days, Dal. - I got out early, man. Good behavior.
All right.
Hey, Johnny, man, how's it going, bro?
Things would go better if the Socs stayed on the South side of town.
Don't you worry about that, Johnny.
'Cause we'll have it out sooner or later.
Sure as hell are, if they keep coming over to our side of town.
Those the same guys that got you?
No, it was other guys.
Now that I'm out, I'll make it my business...
to get the guy who did that to your face.
What do you think about me becoming your personal bodyguard, Ponyboy?
I don't think it's too hot of an idea.
How about you and Sylvia coming over to game with us tomorrow night?
I want to go.
- We're taking Evie and Sandy. - Which means no kids allowed.
- Big deal. - No. I'm going to go hunt some action.
Little kids are allowed.
We'll go with you. Won't we, Pony?
I don't know. I can't get in no trouble with the cops.
Darry says the court will split us up for sure if I do.
Who's looking for police trouble, man?
I want to go see a movie, like the good old days, right, Johnny?
All right, 6:00.
I was planning on putting down a couple of six packs of Bud...
but if I don't get too drunk, I'll come over and join you.
Check this out, buddy.
You guys want to give me a push start?
Not really, but we will.
All right, let's go.
See you guys later.
Yeah, I see you've got your Christopher back, Dal.
Little broad was two-timing me again when I was in jail, man.
It's cool.
See you guys later.
- All right. - See you later, Dal.
Ponyboy, you got homework.
Going home, Johnny Cade?
I don't know.
- See you around. - All right.
Turn off the lights. Get to bed.
I have work in the morning.
We leave them alone.
I don't know. Who could figure it?
Cold, Pony?
A little.
Hey, listen, kiddo.
Darry yells at you like that...
he don't mean nothing.
It's just that...
he got hit with a lot of responsibilities after Mom and Dad died.
He ain't used to them.
He loves you a lot.
Sure.
Soda?
- How come you dropped out of school? - 'Cause I'm dumb.
The only things I was passing was auto mechanics and gym.
- You're not dumb. - Yeah, I am.
If you shut up, I'll tell you something.
You got to promise me you're not gonna tell Darry.
All right.
I think I'm gonna marry Sandy.
I'll probably wait till you're out of school, though...
so I can help Darry with bills and stuff.
Soda, are you in love with Sandy?
What's it like?
Most of the time...
it's real nice.
- What's going on, Dal? - What's up?
We're early.
What do you want to do?
Nothing legal, man. Let's get out of here.
- How're you doing? - Sharp!
Hey, Soda, here come the hobos.
- Hey, Sodapop, I ain't got no cash. - Anyone want to buy a windshield wiper?
Come on, Dally.
Give them the money yourself.
What's the movie about?
Cut it out, Dallas.
I don't know, John.
One of those beach movies. They put out a whole bunch of them.
Did I say you guys could play on my grass, huh?
No.
What are you doing here?
Give me those cards, will you?
- You guys ever play 52 Pick-Up? - Yeah.
What?
Don't get wise.
I don't like little kids, I don't like them. I just...
Get out of here, or I'll kill you!
- The sky's getting dark. Let's go. - Let's go, man.
What do you think you're doing?
Cherry, just relax. I mean, just try. You're my girlfriend, aren't you?
Don't ever pull anything like that again.
Are you serious?
Who do you think you are?
Don't do this to me.
I'm not going back there.
I don't understand. I mean, I don't even understand.
They just want to make things complicated.
- Hey, Wayne, bring me a Coke. - I don't have enough money.
Hey, baby, you want to see what's hanging?
Going to hang you.
You're sure you want to do this?
I came to see a movie and I'm gonna see a movie!
I'm freezing.
- Why didn't you bring a coat, stupid? - I forgot.
Some cute redhead.
Are you a real redhead?
Come on, Dal.
Are you real?
How can I find out if this is your real red hair?
Cut it out.
Is this the same red hair that you have on these eyebrows, too?
Is it?
Cut it out.
Get your feet off my chair and shut your trap!
- Who's gonna make me? - I'm gonna get a Coke.
Who, your boyfriend?
Leave her alone.
That's the Greaser who just got out of jail or something.
Sure, whatever you say, honey.
- Better leave us alone or I'll call the cops. - Oh, my, my.
You got me scared to death. What am I gonna do now, Pony?
This girl is making me shake.
Why don't you be nice and leave us alone?
I'm never nice.
Can I interest you in a Coca-Cola or a 7UP?
Get lost, hood!
I'm sorry.
I didn't know...
you had this problem of yelling in my face.
All right, I'll go.
I know when I'm not wanted.
You filthy Greaser!
Are you going to start in on us now, too?
No.
You don't look the type anyway. What's your name?
Ponyboy Curtis.
That's an original name.
My dad was an original person. I got a brother named Sodapop.
It even says so on his birth certificate.
My name's Sherri, but my friends call me Cherry because of my hair.
Yeah, I know.
We go to the same school. You're a cheerleader.
You don't look old enough to be going to high school.
What's a nice boy like you doing hanging around with that trash?
Dal is my buddy. I'm a Greaser, too.
- We're all friends. - I'm sorry, I didn't know.
Your brother, Sodapop, he works in a gasoline station, right, the D X, I think?
Yeah, that's him.
Soda is the cute one.
He's a doll. I should have known you was brothers.
How come we don't see your brother at school anymore?
Has he been working full-time since your parents died?
- He's a dropout. - That's too bad.
Here. I thought this might cool you off.
Maybe that will cool you off!
When you learn to talk and act decent, I might cool off, too.
Fiery, huh? Just the way I like them!
- Get off of me! - Come on.
Look, leave her alone, Dal.
What did you say?
Come on, you heard me. Leave her alone.
- What did you say, you little shit? - Come on.
Wiseass.
Sit down, punk!
Now you blew it.
Thank you, he had me scared to death.
You sure didn't show it. Nobody talks to Dal like that.
From what I saw, you do.
Why don't you all come and sit up here with us, so you can protect us?
- What do you think, man? Come on. - Might as well.
How old are y'all?
- Fourteen. - Sixteen.
- I thought you were both 14. - Sixteen.
How come you all ain't scared of us like you was of Dally?
You two are too sweet-Iooking to scare anyone.
Besides, I know about Dallas Winston.
You two don't look mean.
Right. We're young and innocent.
No, you're just not dirty.
Come on. Dal is okay. He's tough and all, but he's a cool guy if you get to know him.
He'd leave you alone if he knew who you were.
- I'm glad he doesn't know us. - I kind of admire him.
Return of the dead!
- Get out of my hair! - You got a couple of hairs out of place!
Here, kid, have a beer. It'll settle your nerves.
Well, now, who have we got here? Your great-grandmothers?
What are you two ladies doing hanging out with these Greasers, anyway?
Dal bothered them. They wanted us to sit with them.
He was, huh?
Where is old Dal now, anyway?
Yeah, where is old Dally?
He left, Tim.
- I know he slashed my tires! - Hey, man, cool it, will you? Sit down.
Look, Tim, he left. He's not here, really. You guys seen Dally?
No.
I'll be looking for him.
- Dally got a blade? - I don't think so.
Good deal. Tim'll fight fair as long as he don't.
You don't believe in playing rough or anything, do you?
A fair fight ain't rough.
Yeah, real simple.
If he gets killed or something, you just bury him. No sweat.
You dig okay, baby. Want a chew?
- Come on, Two-Bit. - Help yourself put hair on your chest.
Ponyboy, come with me and get some Cokes and popcorn.
Sure.
- Do you all want some? - I do.
Yeah, me, too. Get Johnny some, too. I'm buying.
Your friend, the one with the sideburns, is he okay?
He ain't dangerous like Dal, if that's what you mean.
- Hey, what you doing, man? - Hey, man!
He sure scared Johnny.
Johnny's a nervous wreck anyway.
He got beat up a few months ago by some Soc.
Is that how he got his scar?
Yeah, the guy was wearing a few rings.
- Not all of us are like that. - Sure.
That's like saying all you Greasers are like Dallas Winston.
Come on.
- Yeah. What are you gonna do? - Let's take it outside.
All right, you two, why don't you both take it outside?
Bet he's jumped a few people.
Anyway, you think the Socs have it made.
The rich kids. The South side Soc.
I'll tell you something, Ponyboy, and it might come as a surprise...
but things are rough all over.
Come on, let's get out of here, or Two-Bit will think we eloped to Mexico.
- So, you're from the South side, huh? - Yes.
- It must be a nice neighborhood. - It is. I like it.
Yeah? Do you?
I'm from the other side of town.
Tell me about your oldest brother. You never seem to talk about him.
What's to tell?
He's big and roofs houses.
No, really. What's he like?
I feel like I know Soda for as much as you talk about him.
Tell me about Darry. Is he wild and reckless like Soda...
or dreamy like you?
He ain't like Soda and he sure ain't like me.
He can't stand me.
I bet he wishes he could stick me in some boys' home...
and Soda won't let him.
- What are you talking about? - Come on, y'all get along fine.
No, we don't.
Shut your trap, 'cause you ain't wanted at home neither.
You shut your mouth, kid!
- I'm sorry, I just got a little mad. - That's all right. Don't worry about it.
- We couldn't get along without you. - Marcia!
- Look who's coming! - What are we gonna do?
Just act normal.
- Just keep going. - Who are these clowns?
Cherry, what's going on?
What are you doing?
Just because we got a little drunk doesn't mean you have to...
You call reeling and passing out on the streets "a little"?
I've told you before, I'm never going out with you when you drink!
I mean it.
That's no reason to walk the streets with these bums.
Who're you calling bums, pal?
You!
- Randy! - We got two more of us in the back seat.
Pity the back seat!
- If you're looking for a fight... - I am looking for a fight!
- Come on. Put the knife down. - Let's go. Right now.
We'll go with you. All right? Just wait a minute.
- Why? We ain't scared of these bastards. - I hate fights. All right? I hate them.
Come here, Ponyboy.
I'm sorry.
Look, I couldn't use this. I could never cut no one.
Cherry, come on.
We'd better go with them.
If I see you in school and I don't say hi, don't take it personal, okay?
Yeah, I know.
Really, you're a nice boy and everything...
It's okay.
I hope I never see Dallas Winston again. If I do, I'd probably fall in love with him.
- Come on, baby. - Don't touch me.
Just watch it, grease ball.
Says who?
Boy, those are two of the best-Iooking girls I've ever seen.
Yeah.
What was that? Marcia's number?
Probably a phony one, too. I must have been out of my mind to ask her for it.
Girl like that would never go out with me, anyway.
- Where you all going? - Home.
Here. I've got me a new hat.
You're crazy!
I don't know why I handed you that bottle. You never would have used it.
I don't know. I might have. Where you headed?
I don't know. Maybe I'll go play snooker or get drunk.
- I'll see you later! - Okay.
I hate when my folks are fighting. Let's go to the lot.
It was because we're Greasers, Pony.
Might have hurt her reputation or something, that's all. Don't worry about it.
I guess so.
That was a tough car.
Mustangs, they're tough.
Big-time Socs, all right.
It's always the same.
I can't take much more of this, Ponyboy.
I'll kill myself or something.
Don't talk like that, Johnny.
You can't kill yourself.
I've got to do something.
It seems like there's gotta be some place without Greasers, Socs...
There must be some place...
with just plain ordinary people.
It's like that out in the country...
away from all the big towns.
Out in the country.
Pony, wake up. Come on.
Oh, God. What time is it?
I don't know. I went to sleep, too.
You better get home, all right?
I'm gonna stay all night out here. Who'll care anyway?
All right. If you get cold, come on to my house.
All right.
What's Darry gonna say?
Yeah, bye.
Where the hell have you been? Do you know what time it is?
- It's 2:00 in the morning, kiddo. - Pony, where have you been?
- Fell asleep in the lot. - What?
I was talking to Johnny, and fell asleep in the lot. I didn't mean to.
I can't call the cops because you two would be thrown in a boys' home...
so fast, it would make your head spin.
- Let's go to bed now. - Look. I said I didn't mean to.
"I didn't mean to, I forgot." That's all I ever hear from you.
You shut up! I'm tired of you sticking up for him!
Don't you yell at him.
Ponyboy, I didn't mean to.
Come on, Johnny. We're running away.
Take it easy, Pony. We'll be all right. Just cool it, man.
Got a cigarette, Johnny? I'm scared to death.
Don't be, man. You're scaring me.
- What happened? - Darry hit me.
I swear, we used to get along just fine till Mom and Dad died.
Now he can't stand me.
I think I like it better when the old man's hitting me.
At least he knows I'm there.
Let's walk to the park and back. Maybe I'll cool off enough to go home.
Ain't you about to freeze to death?
You're not kidding.
Pony, got a light?
Found this butt, man.
Yeah, here you go, Johnny.
Look what's coming.
This is our territory.
I bet they're looking for us.
- Want to split? - Stay cool.
What do you guys know?
They're drunk.
It's that guy with the rings!
Aren't these the Greasers who...
tried to pick up on our women?
You're out of your territory. You guys better watch it!
No, pal, you better watch it!
You guys know what Greasers are? White trash with long, greasy hair.
You know what a Soc is?
What?
White trash with Mustangs to match.
Get him!
Johnny, run!
Stay down, pal!
Son of a bitch! Grab his arms!
Somebody gonna teach this Greaser?
Here, give me that.
Have a drink, pal.
I killed him.
I killed that boy.
I killed him.
Johnny, I think I'm gonna be sick.
Go ahead, man. I ain't gonna look at you.
I ain't gonna look at you.
Pony, are you all right?
You really did kill him, Johnny?
Yeah.
I had to.
They were drowning you. They might have killed you.
They were gonna beat me up.
What happened to the other guys?
They all ran. They all ran off when I stabbed him.
They all ran.
What do you boys want?
We gotta see Dally.
He's busy.
Tell him it's Ponyboy and Johnny, man. He'll come.
Come on.
What do you guys want?
- Johnny killed a Soc. - What?
All right, good for you. Let's go.
We figured you could get us out, if anyone could.
I'm sorry I got you away from this party, but I just don't know what to do.
I was just trying to get some sleep. I got in a fight with Shepard tonight.
Let me see what we can do about this mess. Get in.
- Are you wet? - I'm okay.
You'll die of pneumonia before the cops ever get you.
Hey, stupid, take the sweatshirt off. You'll freeze to death.
I wish I had a weed now.
Don't point the thing at me. It's loaded.
Here you go, it's $50.
I'm not itching to tell your brother about this and get my head kicked in.
Then don't tell him.
This is a little big, but it's dry.
Take the 3:15 train to Windrixville. It's a freight.
There's an abandoned church on top of Jay Mountain.
There's a pump in the back, so you don't have to worry about water.
Get a week's supply of food as soon as you get there, this morning...
before the story gets out.
Then don't so much as stick your noses out the door. Am I clear?
I'll be up there as soon as I think everything is cool.
Relax, buddy. Come on, man, it'll work out.
I thought New York was the only place I'd end up in a murder rap.
Jesus Christ!
- Let's check these other cars. - Yeah.
Wait up, man.
- Well? - Well what?
Well, go on, ask them. Ask them where we are.
The story won't be in the paper yet.
Why don't you go ask them?
My ankle's hurt and I don't wanna walk.
What am I gonna say?
Just act like a farm boy taking a walk or something. They'll never know.
Do I look like a farm boy to you?
Just ask them. Ask them where Jay Mountain is.
Don't worry about it.
They'll know who I am as soon as they look at me.
They're not gonna know.
Come on.
Excuse me. Can you tell me the way to Jay Mountain?
- What? - How can I get to Jay Mountain?
Follow this road up to that hill. That's it.
Thank you.
Going for a walk?
Yeah, we're playing army and I'm supposed to report to headquarters.
Boys will be boys.
Check it out, man.
The church.
- What was that? - Just an owl.
Johnny...
are you all right?
Man, this floor sure is hard.
School day, rise and shine.
Come on.
Come on, wake up.
Time to get up.
Johnny?
Hey, Johnny, fancy meeting you here.
You're getting to act more like Two-Bit every day.
Who's acting? What did you get?
Come on inside, man. Dallas told us to stay inside.
A loaf of bread...
and a week's supply of bologna here.
Peanut butter.
Gone With The Wind.
How did you know I always wanted it?
I remember you said something once. We saw the movie, remember?
Maybe you can read it out loud to kill time.
Thanks a lot, Johnny.
- Cigarettes. - A deck of cards.
Peroxide?
You ain't thinking...
We gotta cut our hair, Ponyboy. You're gonna bleach yours.
They'll have our descriptions in the paper, we can't fit them, man.
You ain't gonna touch my hair.
We'd have to, anyway, if we got caught.
The first thing the judge does is make you get a haircut.
- I don't see why. - I don't either.
It's just the way they try to break us.
I'm gonna cut mine off, too, and wash all the grease out.
- You ain't touching my hair. - Ponyboy, its gonna grow back.
It's not that it won't.
Go ahead.
Sorry, man.
Damn knife.
Don't pull so hard.
Quit gabbing.
Sorry, man.
Can I see now?
No, Pony, we gotta bleach it first.
Well then, bleach it and quit cutting.
Hey, Pony, this will do it.
Here.
Jeez, this really makes me look tough.
Go ahead. Get your jollies.
- My pleasure. - Yeah, I know it is.
Be nice.
- It hurts, don't it? - Yeah, yeah.
Come on man, I didn't cut that much off of you.
It was your bright idea, smarty.
I'm still tired.
Look, I'm sorry I cut your hair off, Ponyboy.
Well, it ain't that.
I don't know, I'm all mixed up.
Yeah, I know.
Things have been happening so fast.
Man, you know that one-horse store this morning?
I was thinking, Two-Bit, he could have walked out with half that thing.
Good old Two-Bit, huh?
Remember how we was wisecracking last night?
Just last night we was walking Cherry and Marcia home from the movies.
Just last night we was laying in the lot, looking up at the stars.
Stop it, man! Will you shut up about last night?
Johnny!
I killed a kid last night.
He couldn't have been more than 17, maybe 18 years old, and I killed him.
How would you like to live with that?
I didn't mean to.
He was drowning you and I didn't know what to do.
Sure is a lot of blood inside of people.
What are we gonna do?
It's all my fault for bringing a 13-year-old kid along.
You ought to go home, Ponyboy. You can't get in any trouble.
- I mean, you didn't go and kill him. - No.
I'm 14. I've been 14 for a month, and I'm in this just as much as you are.
I'll stop crying in a minute. I can't help it.
I didn't mean it like that, Ponyboy.
Don't cry.
Don't cry, man.
It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be fine.
Let's go sit by the fire.
- Johnny, are you awake? - Yeah.
There's a monster outside.
What?
We're gonna be okay, Ponyboy.
"Lying in the pit of the sun, shoulder to shoulder, head to feet...
"were hundreds of wounded men lying in the tracks, the sidewalks...
"stretched out in endless rows, under the car shed.
"Some lay stiff and still, but many withered in the hot sun.
"Everywhere swarms of flies hovered over the men...
"crawling and buzzing in their faces."
That's gross.
"Everywhere was blood, dirty bandages, groans...
"screamed curses of pain.
"But for four years he has seen others who have refused to recognize defeat.
"Men who rode gaily into sure disaster because they were gallant."
Pretty cool, huh?
Gallant.
- Cool old guys remind me of Dally. - Dally?
Shoot, he ain't got no more manners than I do.
Soda's more like them Southern boys.
Yeah, in the manners bit.
Charm, too, I guess, but Dallas...
Dallas sort of really scares me.
Read on.
Watch your smoke, Johnny.
One morning I woke up earlier than usual.
The church was colder than ever.
Golly, that was sure pretty.
Yeah.
It's like the mist is what's pretty, all gold and silver.
Too bad it can't stay like that all the time.
Nothing Gold Can Stay.
"Nature's first green is gold
"Her hardest hue to hold
"Her early leaf's a flower