"Riff, this whole thing is getting out of hand. It was fun when we made the Jets, but it's getting too much."
"What do you mean it's 'getting outta hand'?"
"I mean, Riff, you bought a gun for a little rumble that shouldn't be happening!"
"You ain...
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I make my way down the busy streets of New York, with a single rose for Annika. That's where I'm goin', I'm gunna go and visit my beautiful girlfriend.
The rumble happened about 2 months ago, and the PR's haven't gone anywhere near our territory, and we - the Jets - haven't gone anywhere near their territory. The only place I go, where territory's might mix, is Doc's and we all decided that that place was a mutual hangout. If we see a Shark, or a PR, we won't do anything and they won't do anything either. Call it a truce, if you will.
We made an agreement that if anyone from our side crosses their territory, they handle it, and if anyone from their side crosses our territory then we'll handle it.
Rumour has it that María's plannin' on goin' back to Puerto Rico, I dunno why, I haven't asked. The first time we met was when Tony got shot.
That's still strange for me to think about. My best friend, shot and dead.
Anyway, it all happened when Anybodys told me that Tony was callin' out Chino's name, wantin' the guy to shoot him. I ran as quickly as I could.
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* A boy bolts out of Doc's and runs out of the alley onto the street. He looks up and down the street, not knowing which way to run.
The broken boy turns onto a street that's barricaded to traffic at both ends. All the buildings on either side have been razed to the ground. At the barricade at the end of the street, Tony stops, wheeling around, his eyes searching in every direction. He calls:
"CHINO! CHINO! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
He waits, breathing hard, then calls again, even louder. "CHINO! I'M RIGHT HERE!CHINO!" Tony runs up the empty street, calling, his voice hoarse.
"CHINO! COME ON, MAN! I'M RIGHT HERE! I'M LOOKING FOR YOU!" Anybodys appears out of nowhere. He grabs Tony by frantically tries to drag him towards the nearest building.
