Okay, what are we gonna do now?
We're going back.
You mind tellin' us how? ****in' Coney Island must be 50 to 100 miles from here!
It's the only choice we got.
Yeah, real simple. Except that every cop in this city is lookin' to bust our heads.
We got somethin' else to think about.
Yeah, what?
The truce. Is it still on?
If it ain't, we're gonna have to bop our way back!
Shit, I wish we was packed.
If this truce is off, anything could hit us between here and that train. If you get separated, make it to the platform at Union Square. That's where we change trains.
I only got one question. Who named you leader? I got as much right to take over as you.
It was Cleon's choice; Swan's war chief.
Well, right about now, Cleon's most likely got a nightstick shoved halfway up his ass! [laughs] Shit. I bet you can't even find the subway.
Maybe we ought to talk about this later, huh?
Well, what's wrong with right now? I wanna be Warlord.
Make your move.
Hey Ajax, lighten up.
Hey Big Boy, Swan's war chief.
We better stick together.
