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 and madras.
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
"But only so an hour
"Then leaf subsides to leaf
"So Eden sank to grief
"So dawn goes down to day
"Nothing gold can stay"
Where did you learn that? That's what I meant.
Robert Frost wrote it.
I always remembered it 'cause I never quite knew what he meant by it.
I never noticed colors, clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them.
It's like they were never there before.
I don't think I could ever tell Steve or Two-Bit...
or even Darry about the clouds and sunset.
Just you and Sodapop.
Maybe Cherry Valance.
- I guess we're different. - Shoot, yeah.
- Maybe they are. - Maybe you're right.
Hey, Blondie.
- Hey, Dallas. - Wake up.
- How have you been? - Johnny, rise and shine, man.
- How's Soda doing? - Hey, Dallas, how are you?
- Is he upset? - Are the fuzz after us?
Wait. One thing at a time. Are you guys hungry?
You want to get something to eat? I'm starving.
You're starving? Try bologna for four days.
You got a cancer stick, Johnny?
I got a special delivery for Ponyboy Curtis.
- For you, man. - Who's this from?
The President of the United States of America.
- Yeah, right. - I'm serious, man.
From your brother, Sodapop.
How did he know I was here?
I told him I didn't know where you were, but he didn't believe me.
He really wanted me to give that to you.
"Well, I guess you got into some trouble.
"Darry's awfully sorry he hit you.
"You know he didn't mean it.
"Dallas got hauled into the station and it scared us something awful.
"I wish you'd come back and turn yourselves in.
"We miss you.
"Say hi to Johnny for us. Sodapop Curtis."
What's going on with the cops? Did you hear anything?
How come you got hauled in?
Those boys down at the station know me by now.
While I was there, they kind of beat it out of me...
that you guys were headed for Texas.
They think you guys are in Texas.
Texas, man! God!
Look at this guy with his hair, man. I can't believe that.
Blondie, man.
I know I look lousy, but don't rub it in.
You guys want to get something to eat?
You better believe it. Let's get out of here.
Where did you get this car?
- It's Buck's. - Dal, don't.
I got it.
- What are you doing? - Don't, Dal!
Watch it!
I hope you're in the mood for barbeque.
- Jerk! - Are you trying to kill us?
Three barbeque sandwiches and three Cokes.
You guys really are hungry.
That kid you killed had plenty of friends.
It's all over town, "Soc against Grease."
- Look, I started carrying a heater. - Dal, you kill people with heaters.
Don't worry, it ain't loaded.
Hey, mister, do you have 15 cents?
No, I don't have any money, man.
- You sure? Do you have a dime? - Go away. We're busy here.
Could you go away?
Go away! Get out of here!
That was a close call.
Tim Shepard's gang and our outfit are gonna have it out with the Socs...
in a vacant lot tomorrow night.
- I didn't tell you we got a spy. - Spy, who?
Remember that good-Iooking broad I tried to pick up the night you wasted that kid?
What's her name?
Cherry something? The redhead?
- Cherry Valance. - Cherry the Soc. Yeah.
We were hanging out down at the vacant lot and she pulls up...
and we were all staring at her, right?
- I thought that took a lot of nerve. - Yeah.
She said that she'd testify that the Socs were drunk...
and they were the ones that were looking for the fight.
And you guys just fought back strictly on self-defense.
So, it's cool.
Man, that little broad sure does hate me.
I offered to take her over to the Dingo for a Coke, and she told me to go to hell.
So you think she might like me a little bit?
I think she's kind of cute.
What do they do for kicks around here? Play checkers or something?
This place is out of it.
- I've never been to the country before. - We're gonna turn ourselves in.
What?
I got a good chance of being let off easy.
It was self-defense. Pony and Cherry could testify to that.
We won't say that you helped us.
I'll give you back that gun, so you won't get in any trouble.
Are you sure this is what you want to do?
It ain't fair for Darry and Soda to worry about Ponyboy all the time.
- I guess my folks aren't worrying. - The boys are worried.
Two-Bit wanted to go to Texas to hunt for you.
- I asked if my parents asked about me. - No, they didn't ask about you.
Do you think my old man gives a hang...
if I'm dead in a car wreck or drunk or in jail or something?
He doesn't care. But that doesn't bother me none.
Come on. You're not going anywhere.
I get you this hideout, I get you a hangout, a hideout.
And look at this. Now you want to split. This is terrific.
Johnny, you don't know what a few months in jail can do to you.
You get mean in jail. I just don't want to see it happen to you, like it did to me.
- What's going on? - I wonder how that started.
Where is he going?
Get over here!
Some of the children are missing.
I'm sure of it.
Get a hold of yourself.
Come back. Don't go in there, you'll get hurt.
Come here, man. Get over here.
You're gonna get him?
Move back before you get hurt.
What was that?
- Is that guy coming? - No.
- How come? Too scared? - No. Too fat.
Look, man, in here.
Hey, Dal, take this kid man, take him.
You okay?
Pony, take him, give him to Dal.
Get them and get out!
- Johnny! - Come on, Johnny!
Johnny, come on. Are you crazy?
You're burning!
Get him!
Jesus Christ! Stupid kid.
Help!
I'm coming, Johnny!
Johnny? Dallas?
They're all right. They're behind us.
They're in another ambulance.
You guys are three of the bravest kids I've seen in a long time.
Are you professional heroes or something?
We're Greasers.
- Are you kidding me? - No, I ain't kidding you.
Take me to town and you'll find out pretty fast.
You know, you shouldn't be smoking, son.
Why not?
Because you're a young man, that's why.
It's a bad habit to get into.
You're smoking.
I'm older than you. I've been smoking for a long time.
If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I'm gonna kill you.
Ponyboy.
Look at your tough hair.
Darry, I'm sorry.
I thought we lost you, like we did Mom and Dad.
You sure look funny.
Let's go, little brother.
We're home.
He's getting pretty big to be carried.
- Hi, Tim. - Hi, kid.
- Can I get you some breakfast? - Nope.
- Thanks for the use of your couch. - Sure.
Anytime.
- Anybody home? - In here. Don't slam the door.
Ponyboy Curtis!
What are you doing? Look what you did.
You made me ruin my eggs and drop my spoon.
Look at the blond-headed monkey!
I wouldn't have believed it, if I hadn't seen it in the paper.
Tell me, Ponyboy, what's it like being a hero?
- A what? - A hero, you know, like a big shot.
Beer for breakfast, Two-Bit?
I like the "turn hero" bit.
They're charging Johnny with manslaughter?
What do they mean, "if he recovers"?
It also says how you saved them kids.
How they'd have burned to death if it hadn't been for you.
Dallas will be mad when he hears they didn't mention his police record.
It's all about us.
Darry, me and Soda.
They're thinking about putting me and Soda in a boys' home?
No way. They ain't putting me in a boys' home.
They don't do that to heroes.
Where is Soda and Super-Dope, anyhow?
Super what?
All brawn, no brains.
Have you seen my D X shirt somewhere?
You have to wear pants, too. I think there's a law.
- How about my jeans? - I ironed them. They're in my closet.
Hurry up, you're gonna be late.
Did you hear about that juvenile court thing?
The cops told me last night.
Hey, I tell you what. After we stomp the Socs real good...
me and Steve are gonna throw a party and everyone's gonna get ripped.
- Where you gonna get the dough? - I'll think of something.
Hey, Two-Bit, Mickey's on TV.
Pony?
I hate to leave you here by yourself. Maybe I ought to take the day off.
I'll be okay. I've stayed by myself plenty of times.
Besides, we can't afford it.
- Yes, but I should stay. - Don't worry, I'll baby-sit him.
Why don't you get a job? You ever think of getting a job, Two-Bit?
Hey, Soda, come on. We gotta get to work.
I've gotta quit smoking, or I won't make track next year.
Hey, you do up the dishes.
- I'm gonna cut off your air. - Two-Bit, lay off.
- Yeah, Two-Bit, lay off. - He ain't looking so good.
Lazy bum!
You smoke more than a pack today and I'll skin you, you understand?
If you carry more than one bundle of roofing at a time today...
me and Soda here will skin you. Understand?
- Say hi to Johnny. - All right.
We gotta clean up the house.
The cops and reporters are gonna come by...
and besides, it's time for the people from the state to come and check on us.
This house ain't messy. You ought to see my house.
I have. If you had the sense of a billy goat...
you'd start cleaning your house instead of bumming around ours.
Shoot, kid. If I ever did that, my mom would die of shock.
I would drive, but the brakes went out on my car.
Almost killed me and Kathy the other night.
You ought to meet her brother. Now, there's a hood.
He's so greasy, he glides when he walks.
He goes to the barber shop for an oil change, not a haircut.
- Stay close. - What do they want?
- I don't know. How many were in the car? - Four or five.
Come on, let's hurry up inside.
Wait a minute. Let's see what they want.
- Why do you want to see what they want? - Just stay here.
No jabs before the rumble. You know the rules, ape-face.
We know.
I want to talk to you.
Go ahead. I'll keep my eye on him.
Speaking of the rumble, pal...
I read about you in the paper. How come?
I don't know.
I felt like playing a superhero.
- I wouldn't have. - Wouldn't have what?
I would have let those little kids burn to death.
You might not have. You might have done the same thing.
I don't know.
I just don't know anything anymore.
I never believed a Greaser could pull something like that.
Greaser didn't have nothing to do with it.
Check out their pants!
Want to talk inside?
Are you boys waiting for a flood?
I hear they stamp your face into gorilla cookies.
- You're funny. - Oh, yeah?
I couldn't tell this to anyone else.
My friends, they'd think I was off my rocker or something.
That friend of yours, the one that got burned. He might die.
Yeah.
And tonight, people will get hurt at the rumble. Maybe even killed.
You can't win. You know that, don't you?
It doesn't matter if you whip us...
you'll still be where you were before, at the bottom.
We'll still be the lucky ones at the top with all the breaks.
Doesn't matter.
Greasers will still be Greasers, and Socs will still be Socs.
It doesn't matter.
Anyway, thanks, Greaser.
Hey, I didn't mean that. I meant, thanks, kid.
Been nice talking to you, Randy. My name's Ponyboy.
You're real funny, Two-Bit. Come on, let's go.
- Now, get the hell out of here. - See you at the rumble.
Sure gonna kick some ass tonight.
What did "Mr. Super-Soc" have to say?
He ain't a Soc.
Just a guy that wanted to talk, that's all.
- Take care. - See you later. Take it easy.
Take it easy.
Nurse, it's all right.
You can go in, boys. He's been asking for you.
It can't hurt.
You heard. The doctor said you can go in. There's the room.
- Hey, Johnny. - Hey, you all.
How they treating you, kid?
You got your picture in the paper here for being a hero.
Look at that.
Yeah, that's tough enough, huh?
I guess you can look at it later.
Do you want anything?
A book, man.
Can you get me another one?
I think he wants a copy of Gone With The Wind...
so I can read it to him.
Would you mind going downstairs and getting one?
No, they got a gift shop downstairs. I'll go get it.
I guess Dallas' gonna be okay.
Me and Darry, we're getting along real good now.
Johnny, are you okay?
Yeah. It just hurts sometimes.
Usually it don't, because I can't feel anything below the middle of my back.
Pretty bad off, ain't I, Ponyboy?
No. You're gonna be all right, kid.
You gotta be.
We couldn't get along without you.
I won't be able to walk again.
Not even on crutches. Doc says I busted my back.
You're gonna be fine.
I know you are.
You want to know something, Ponyboy?
I used to talk about killing myself all the time. Man, I don't want to die now.
It ain't long enough. Sixteen years ain't gonna be long enough.
Hell, I wouldn't mind it so much if there wasn't so much stuff I ain't done yet...
so many damn things I ain't seen or nothing.
That time we were up in Windrixville...
was the only time I've ever been away from our neighborhood.
Knock it off.
If you get too juiced up, the doc won't let us see you anymore.
Johnny, your mother is here to see you.
- I don't want to see her. - It's your mother, she's here to see you.
I said I don't want to see her.
She probably just wants to come...
and tell me about all the trouble I'm causing.
Why don't you tell her to leave me...
What's the matter with Johnny?
- You just can't see him now. - Pony, is he okay?
- I don't know. - He's all right.
- You make sure he gets this, all right? - Okay.
I've got a right to see him. He's my son.
He'd rather see these no-good punks than his own mother.
- You're scum. - No wonder he hates your guts.
You don't even care about him, you damn drunk.
You go straight to hell. You go right to hell.
Just get off...
- What's happened to your gown? - I threw it away.
Get out! You make my stomach sick.
- How are you doing? - How are you doing, man?
Here, I swiped you a gift.
It's good to see you guys. This place gives me the creeps.
I want out.
Tim Shepard dropped by.
He saw my picture in the paper and couldn't believe...
it didn't have "Wanted Dead or Alive" written underneath it.
He started rubbing it in about the rumble.
I hate missing it.
You got a cigarette?
Thanks.
How is he? How's Johnny doing, man?
I don't know about stuff like this...
but he didn't look too good.
He passed out cold before we left.
You still got that knife on you?
- What? - The knife.
Give me it, will you?
Thank you.
We gotta win that fight tonight.
We gotta get even with those Socs.
Let's do it for Johnny. We'll do it for Johnny!
Are you okay, Pony?
You feel kind of hot.
I'm okay.
Be a pal and don't tell Darry, okay?
I'll take a bunch of aspirins when I get home.
All right.
But Darry'll kill me if he finds out you're sick and you go ahead and fight anyway.
Keep your trap shut, he won't find nothing out.
Do you know that the only thing that keeps Darry from being a Soc is us?
Yeah, I know.
Tonight. I don't like it one bit.
Something awful's gonna happen.
We're gonna stomp those Socs tonight. Everything's gonna be all right.
- Tough little kids, huh? - Yeah. Future Greasers.
Ponyboy.
Hey, Two-Bit.
What's up with the big-times?
No weapons.
They play your way. It's a fair deal.
You sure about that?
Randy told me. He knows for sure.
Good deal. Thanks, Cherry.
Ponyboy, wait a minute.
Come here, I want to talk to you.
How's Johnny doing?
Not so good.
Would you come up and see him?
- No, I couldn't. - Why not?
I couldn't.
He killed Bob.
Maybe Bob asked for it.
I know he did.
But you didn't know his other side. He could be real sweet.
He wasn't just any boy.
Bob had something that made him different...
made people follow him.
Maybe a little better than the crowd, you know what I mean?
I don't want you to go see him anyway. We don't need your damn charity!
Ponyboy...
I wasn't trying to give you charity.
I only wanted to help.
I liked you from the start.
The way we talked.
Wouldn't you try to help me if you thought you could?
Can you see the sunset, from the South side very good?
Yeah. Real good.
You can see it from the North side, too.
Thanks, Ponyboy.
You dig okay.
See you around.
- Soda, when did you start shaving? - When I was 15.
- When did Darry? - When he was 13.
Why? You figuring on growing a beard for the rumble?
You're funny.
We ought to send you into Readers Digest.
I heard they pay a lot of money for funny things.
You like fights, huh, Soda?
Yeah, I like fights.
- How come? - It's a contest.
It's like a drag race, or a dance or something.
We're gonna beat them Socs' heads in, ain't we?
When I get into a fight, I want to stomp. I like it, too.
Why do you like fights?
He likes to show off his muscles.
I'm gonna show them off on you, little buddy, you get any mouthier.
I don't know if you ought to be in this rumble.
How come? I've always come through before, ain't I?
Yeah, but you was in shape before.
You ain't looking so good, you're tensed up all the time.
Come on, let him fight. Everyone's tensed up before a rumble.
It's skin against skin. He ain't gonna get hurt, is he?
Come on, I'll grab hold of a little one.
We will need every man we can get, but I don't know.
If it was with knives or chains, it would be different.
I'll be okay.
All right, but you be careful.
I will.
How come you never worry about him so much?
That's one kid brother I ain't gotta worry about.
This kid can use his head, at least for one thing, to grow hair on.
- What are you doing? - Let's go!
You and Ponyboy, if the fuzz show, beat it out of there.
We'll get jailed, but you two will get the boys' home. Understand?
Ain't nobody gonna call the fuzz in this neighborhood.
All the same, you two beat it out of there. Do you hear me?
How are you doing, Tim?
Pretty good.
You and the quiet kid were the ones that killed the Soc. Right?
Yeah.
Good going, kid.
Curly always said you were a good kid.
Curly's in the reformatory for the next six months.
The odds are as even as we can get. You stay close to me, kid.
Hello, Darrel. Long time no see.
Hello, Paul.
What's up?
They used to buddy around together, play football.
I'll take you.
A rumble ain't a rumble without me!
Ponyboy, are you okay?
Are you okay? Come on.
Act sick, and I'll pretend like I'm taking you to the hospital.
You've got to have a good reason for driving like that. Where's the fire?
The kid fell off his motorcycle and I'm taking him to the hospital.
How bad is he?
I don't know. Do I look like a doctor? He looks pretty bad to me.
Follow me.
Sucker.
I was crazy. You know that, kid?
I was crazy about wanting Johnny to stay out of trouble.
If he was smart like me, he wouldn't have been in this mess.
If he was smart like me, he wouldn't have ran in that church.
You better wise up, man. You just better wise up.
Get tough like me, and you don't get hurt.
Watch out for yourself, and nothing can touch you, man.
Hey, Johnny.
We beat the Socs, man. We chased them right out of our neighborhood.
It's useless.
Fighting ain't no good.
They're still writing editorials about you in the paper. About you being a hero.
We are all proud of you, buddy. It's gonna be all right.
Stay gold, Ponyboy.
Stay gold.
Johnny, come on.
So, this is what you get for helping people?
You punk!
Come on, Johnny, don't die.
Come on, Johnny, don't die on me now.
Please!
Bastards!
You're not allowed here.
I'm allowed anywhere I want.
- You're out of your mind. - Why do you bother helping people?
It doesn't do any good.
It makes me look kind of tough.
What do you think Soda? Do you think it makes me look tough?
I think it makes you look different.
That guy had sharp teeth.
What do you mean by "different"?
You got a hole in your mouth.
Where have you been?
What's wrong?
Johnny's dead.
Told him about beating the Socs.
I don't know. He just died.
Told me to "stay gold."
Dally's gone.
He couldn't take it. He's gonna blow.
Do you want to buy one of those, son?
You tear those up, you have to pay for them. Don't do that!
You gotta pay for that magazine.
Oh, God. Don't shoot.
Give me the money. Give me the money!
I'm so sick of you punks.
Take it and get out!
- Hello, Darrel? - No, it's Steve.
Steve, I want to talk to Darry.
I just knocked off a store. The cops are looking for me.
- Can you meet me in the park? - Sure. Are you all right?
- Johnny's dead. - We know.
- Meet me in the park, will you? - We'll be right there.
That was Dally. The cops are after him. We've got to hide him.
You're never gonna get me alive!
Drop it!
- It's not loaded! Don't! - Stop!
It's not loaded!
He's just a kid.
Pony?
Stupid idiot!
You stupid freaks!
First Johnny, now Dallas.
- Soda? - Yeah.
- Is somebody sick? - Yeah, somebody's sick.
He was chasing us. He caught me, he tried to drown me.
I could have made it simpler for the fight not to have happened in the first place.
Sherri, your name is Sherri?
- But your nickname is Cherry? - Yes.
I'll teach you a lesson.
Yes, there was an argument...
because my boyfriend showed up and...
Well, he was upset that we were with the other boys.
They chased us, caught us.
It was Bob and I.
They threw me in the fountain and tried to drown me.
They were gonna beat up Johnny Cade.
You know, teach them a lesson.
I could have made it simpler for the fight not to have happened in the first place.
Defendant not guilty.
At this time, I will place him in the custody of his older brother, Darrel.
This court is adjourned.
Hey, Ponyboy.
Hi, Mr. Simes.
I've got to talk to you about your grade.
- Yeah, I know I'm doing lousy. - Put it frankly, you're flunking.
But I'll tell you what, taking into consideration the circumstances...
you come up with a good semester theme, I'll pass you with a C.
- Should it be some kind of research paper? - Personal experience will do.
Great. My first trip to the zoo.
Listen, with your brains and grades...
you could get a scholarship and we'd put you through college.
Ain't that right, Soda?
But you're living in a vacuum, Pony, and you're gonna have to cut it out.
You just don't stop living because you lose somebody.
I thought you knew that.
Any time you don't like the way I'm running things here...
you can just get out.
You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like me to get the hell out.
It's not that easy, is it, Soda?
God damn, you guys! Leave me out of it.
What's wrong with you?
Circle around and cut him off. I'll stay right behind him.
God damn it, Ponyboy, you should have gone out for football instead of track.
- Where the hell do you think you're going? - I don't know, man.
Just like sometimes I have to get out.
It's like I'm a middleman in a tug of war between you guys.
I don't know. I can't take sides.
Ponyboy, Darry could've put you in a boys' home...
worked his way through college.
I'm telling you the truth, Pony.
You don't want to be like me, anyway...
because I'm happy working at a gas station.
You'd never be happy doing something like that.
You've got to stop yelling at him for every little thing that he does, man.
He feels things differently than you.
Bad enough I have to listen to you...
but when you start trying to get me to take sides...
We're all we got left now.
And if we don't have each other...
you end up like Dallas.
And I don't mean dead, either. I mean how he was before.
So, please, don't fight anymore.
Sure.
Sure, little buddy. We ain't gonna fight no more.
Now don't you start bawling, too, Pony.
One bawling baby in this family is enough.
I ain't crying.
Let's go home. I'm cold.
"Ponyboy, I asked the nurse to give you this book, so you could finish it.
"It was worth saving those little kids. Their lives are worth more than mine.
"They have more to live for. Tell Dally I think it's worth it.
"I'm gonna miss you guys.
"I've been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it.
"He meant you're gold when you're a kid, like green.
"When you're a kid, everything's new. Dawn.
"Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony, that's gold.
"Keep it that way. It's a good way to be.
"I want you to ask Dally to look at one. I don't think he's ever seen a sunset.
"There's still lots of good in the world.
"Tell Dally. I don't think he knows.
"Your buddy, Johnny."
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.