05x21 - Our g*ng

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AL: May I have
your attention, please?

The "b*at Mandeville" pep rally
is starting

in the parking lot right now,

and I want you all...
to... go, go, go!

ALL:
Go, go, go!

b*at Mandeville!

ALL:
b*at Mandeville!

- Yeah!
-(cheering and applause)

(all squealing, laughing)

y! I could have been
a cheerleader.

- Hi, Al.
- Oh, hi, Rich.

Hey, you going
to the pep rally'?

Oh, no, no,
that's high school stuff.

No, I just brought
the car around

to pick up the instruments.

We have to play
at the, uh, Leopard Lodge

Annual Poo-Pah Doo-Dah Dance.

You going to be going, Al?

No, I'm not allowed to.

- I don't have enough spots yet.
- RICHIE: Oh.

But someday, I'll be a Poo-Pah.

Or I'll be a Doo-Dah.

I could even be
a Poo-Pah Doo-Dah.

I know it's a dream.

(cheering): Come on,
see the basket, see the ball.

Come on, stupid, hit the wall!

Yeah!

They're all outside.

Oh. Well, they can't
start without me. Oh.

Hi, Chachi!

Wah, wah, wah.

What is he wearing?

CROWD (chanting):
Let's go, team!

Let's go, team!
Let's go, team...!

- RICHIE: Hi, Chachi.
- Hi, Rich. Hey, Al.

CROWD: Let's go, team!
Let's go, team...

I came to load the drums.

CROWD: b*at Mandeville!
b*at Mandeville!

Wait a minute.
Let me see this.

CROWD: b*at Mandeville!
b*at Mandeville!

Lords? What are you, crazy?

-(chanting continues)
- No, I'm the drummer, remember?

Is that a g*ng jacket?

Yeah, Al. I joined the Lords.

It's the best g*ng in town.

And did I luck out.

My first day in the g*ng,
we got a rumble.

Isn't it cool?

Wait'll the chicks hear that.

(laughs)

Chicks? Rumble?

Cool?

CROWD:
Let's go, team...!

Those gangs are tough!

I mean, those-those...
they got bad reputations!

CROWD: b*at Mandeville!
b*at Mandeville!

That's not
my Chachi, Chachi, Chachi.

What's the matter, Al?

CROWD: b*at Mandeville!
b*at Mandeville!

I could make this
the Lords' new hang-out.

- What do you say?
-(chanting continues)

I don't want
that kind of business!

CROWD: b*at Mandeville!
b*at Mandeville!

b*at Mandeville! b*at
Mandeville! b*at Mandeville!

What's he got against gangs?

I'll tell you what he's got
against gangs, Clyde.

Sit down.

I don't have to sit. I'm a Lord.

I said, sit down!

Guess Lords sit.

You got scrambled eggs
for brains? Joining a g*ng.

There's nothing wrong
with being in a g*ng. It's cool.

And besides,
the Lords don't call me Clyde.

And they don't treat me
like a kid.

Yeah, and neither
will the police...

when they haul you in
for-for rumbling,

or stealing, or even worse.

Oh, yeah? Well, Fonzie was in a
g*ng, and he's doing all right.

He was the leader
of the Falcons.

Oh, he quit.

See, Fonzie was smart.

Quit? The Fonz?!

- That's right.
- CHACHl: You're kidding.

I thought
they just retired his jacket.

No.

Well, I guess Fonzie doesn't
talk too much about those days.

All right, all right, I'm going
to tell you about 'em.

First time I ever met Fonzie,
he was still in the Falcons.

It was about, uh,
three and a half years ago.

Matter of fact,
I think it was the first day

of my sophomore year
at Jefferson High School.

(jukebox plays upbeat
rock 'n' roll)

(rhythmic clapping)

Would you believe this?
This is Arnold's!

Yeah.

I've been waiting
all my life to come here.

I can't...
Well, this is Arnold's!

We're sophomores now, Rich.
We're entitled.

Yeah.

Man, oh, man, we got it made
in the shade. Hey.

(girls giggling)

Okay, sports, what'll it be?

The usual.

Potsie,
this is our first time here.

Uh, well,
what would you suggest?

Ordering...
before I lose my patience.

Oh, oh, we'll have, uh,
two cherry colas

and, uh, an order of fries.

And separate checks.

Sophomores.

Cute.

I knew she'd be impressed.

Who's the kid
with the gum on his face?

He's a new kid in my home room,
just moved in from across town.

He's a funny guy.
You're gonna love him.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Hey.

How are you?
How are you? How are you?

Yeah.

Arthur Godfrey, right?

Yeah, the old redhead.
Pretty good, huh?

Oh, uh, Richie Cunningham,
this here is Malph Ralph.

You got it backwards.

It's Ralph... Malph, see?

I got it. So does my T-shirt.

-(Ralph laughs)
- Oh.

Well, either way, it's, uh,
very nice meeting you.

Yeah, everyone says that.
(laughs)

Say, did you two guys
hear the one

about the fat lady
who walked into the drugstore

and asked for the talcum powder?

So, the druggist says,
"Sure, walk this way."

The lady says,
"if I could walk that way,

I wouldn't need the powder."

(Ralph guffaws)

That's great. That's great.

You got any more?

Do birds have beaks?

We got company. A biker.

Worse than a biker.
It's a Falcon.

I know. I know.

(Richie, Potsie and Ralph
humming and whistling)

(Richie clears his throat)

Hi.

Something I could do for you?

Oh, well, I... I guess not.

Been nice talking to you.

Now you've done it. We're dead.

Yeah, you rang, Fonzie?

Oh, yeah, Fonz, there's three
nerds sitting in your booth.

What do you want me
to do to 'em, huh?

Some, uh,
free dental work maybe?

(man laughs, Ralph cries)

I just got my braces off.

I haven't had a Tootsie Roll
in three years.

Wait a minute, wait a minute...
now, you guys...

You guys wouldn't hit a man
in glasses now, would you?

You and your pals
are in big trouble.

Pals? What pals?

I don't know these guys.
I'm new here.

As a matter of fact,
I just met 'em.

See you at school, strangers.

I gotta go, too.

Cancel our order!

Wait, Pots, wait a minute.

Wait. Why-Why can't we just
sit here?

- Because.
- Why?

Because!

Why? Why, Fonz?
Why can't they sit here?

Falcon turf.

Turf?

No, no, this isn't turf,
this is a booth.

I don't see your name on it.

Hmm?

"This is Falcon turf."

Oh... hmm...

I carved that myself.

With that nail.

Yeah, you got it real deep, too.

-(Richie clears his throat)
- Yeah, real deep. Oh.

Look, uh, let me, explain this
to you, kid.

You see, we gotta
defend our turf,

because, if we don't,

then we ain't got no turf
to defend.

You see how simple it is?

I tell you,

this whole situation
is just full of malarkey.

Okay, enough gabbing.
Let's fight.

- Fight?!
- RICHIE: No, no!

No way I'm gonna
fight over a booth.

Well, you're gonna have to,
dope.

'Cause you're gonna get creamed,
anyways.

Who's your w*rlord?

What's a w*rlord?

w*rlord--
he, uh, makes arrangements.

He don't fight.

I'll be his w*rlord.

Tonight, in the alley, midnight.

That okay with you, Rich?

No.

Potsie, you... you know
I can't stay out

after : on weeknights.

(laughing)

Hey, you cr*ck the Fonz up.

Yeah, I-I-I can see that.

Uh, he's hysterical.

Doesn't your mommy
and your daddy let you stay out

on Saturday night?

Well, yeah, sure,
Saturday, sure.

The alley, Saturday night,
: .

Without weapons.
I don't need 'em.

Be there.

Alone.

And you B-Y- -B.

B-Y-O-B?

Yeah. Bring your own Band-Aids.

Get out of here.

POTSIE:
Boy, Rich,

wasn't coming
to Arnold's worth waiting for?

Imagine, first time here,
and I'm a w*rlord.

Aw, sit on it, Potsie!

HOWARD: Well, Marion,
we're finally going to get rid

of the snow
on this television set.

Hi, Mom, Dad.

HOWARD:
Richard.

Oh, Richard,
you still have those pants on.

Yeah, I guess so.

How could you?

You wore those same pants
yesterday.

Well, Mom, they're not dirty,

and besides,
I got to get 'em broken in.

- They look too new.
- Oh.

Do I have to start
laying your clothes out again?

Oh...!

Dad!

Marion!

Howard!

Sorry, Rich,
I did the best I could.

Oh, I just hate it
when they grow up.

It's Saturday night.

Haven't you got a date?

Oh, well, uh, I-l was supposed
to meet this-this guy,

but, uh, no, I don't... I don't
think I'm-I'm gonna go.

Oh, well, good, then, you can
give me a hand with this.

- Oh, yeah.
- I don't want to miss Gleason.

Sure, Dad.

. “?
“mm?

You know, a really strange thing
happened to...

uh, at the cafeteria
the other day?

Yeah?

Hand me that tall one, will you?

Oh, sure.

See, this, uh...

this-this guy was just sitting
at this table.

- Mm-hmm. -Actually,
he's a very, very nice guy.

And, uh, all of a sudden,
this hood comes up to him, see?

And the hood comes up
to the guy and says,

"Can't sit there.
It's my turf."

See, and sin...
then the nice guy--

who really is
a very, very good guy--

he says "Oh, well,
it's not turf.

Why can't I just sit here?"

So-so then the hood

wanted to fight the nice guy
over the table.

Oh, that's not right.

Listen, hand me another tube,

-will you?
- Yeah.

Well, I'll tell you something,
Richard.

If, uh, eating at that table
was important to the nice guy,

and he really cared
about what other people thought,

well, then, I guess maybe

he fought for something
he believed in.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right, Dad.

And I'm going to fight him!

- Thanks.
- HOWARD: It's all right.

What?!

(dog barking in distance)

-(cat screeches)
-(Richie gasps)

(clattering)

All right, I heard you!

You're out there somewhere!

Just come on out.

Show yourself, like a man.

-(cat screeches)
-(Richie shouts)

- POTSIE: Rich?
- Potsie?

Yeah. It's me and Malph Ralph.

RALPH:
It's Ralph Malph.

Just read the T-shirt.

POTSIE: Look, when he gets here,
send him this way.

RALPH:
We'll clobber him!

What?

Hey, come on out here, guys,
will you? Hurry up.

- Rich...
- Yeah?

Rich, you gotta go along
with this.

It's the only way
you stand a chance.

Ambush one guy?

Three against one?

Oh, I think that's worse
than the Falcons.

Let's do it anyway.

No, Potsie, Richie's right.
We can't do that.

I'm sorry, Rich. It was my idea.

You see, I was really ashamed
about the way I acted

at Arnold's, you know? So...

Well, Potsie and I had this talk
in homeroom.

We decided we'd come here and
help you from getting creamed.

Yeah.

Oh.

Guys, showing up,
that was really keen.

Oh, well, Pots,
what can I say about you?

- A lot.
-(chuckles)

And, Ralph...

you know, you're a real regular
guy for a... for a new kid.

- Thanks, Rich.
- Yeah.

But, look, guys,
I took this fight.

And I-l just got to handle it
without any... ambushes.

- Well, it always worked
for Randolph Scott. -Mmm.

Look, Rich, are you sure
you don't want us to stay?

- I'm positive.
- RALPH and POTSIE: Good!

- See you later.
- Good luck.

I wonder if Randolph Scott
ever cried.

(sighs)

: .

I guess he's not showing up.

(nervous chuckle)

Heyyy.

But I could be wrong.

Hi.

You showed.

Sure, I showed. Why shouldn't
I show? I'm prompt.

Very impressive.

Three of my fights tonight
didn't show up.

Well, that would be rude.

The night wasn't a total loss.

Red Devils and me had a rumble.

Well, you just took
on a whole g*ng. Why?

Because one of the Red Devils

bumped into Monk on a bus.

Oh, he bumped into him. Oh.

What's the matter? Couldn't you
find a f*ring squad?

We fight for a lot
of good reasons.

Yeah? Like what?

All right, I had
to take care of some guy

because he looked
at Lefty's girl.

Oh, looked at his girl.
Oh, yeah, that's a beaut.

All right,
I had to take care of some guy,

Big Murph, as a matter of fact,

because he was down
reading our magazines

at the Falcon candy store.

All right, all right,
let me just get this straight.

Uh, you fight for,
uh, bumping...

-for looking...
- That's right.

And for reading.

That's right.

Those are, uh...

interesting reasons.

They're reasons.

Let's get this over with.

- You ever street fight before?
- Yeah, yeah...

- Tell me when.
- I've mixed it up a few times.

- When?
- In the third grade once...

Oh, yeah? That's what I thought.

(strained):
Well, I can't remember 'em all.

All right.

All right, look, we came here
to fight, so let's do it.

Let's just get it over with.
Will you do something?

Well, what's the matter, kid?

If someone punched me
in the stomach like that,

I'd make him part of the wall.

Okay.

Okay, you asked for it.

You think you're real tough,
don't you,

just 'cause you got that Falcon
jacket on, don't you?

Well, that answers
that question.

Let's just stop dillydallying,
all right?

All right, you asked for it.
You just bought it, buddy.

What are you, crazy?
Bring a g*n?

Yeah.

(imitates g*nsh*t)

So what do you want to do?

You want to play
Cowboys and Indians now, huh?

This time it was pretend.

Next time you won't be so lucky.

What happens if you run
into some dark alley?

Some maniac with a real g*n?

Instead of a-a prompt kid
with a quick finger?

Let me tell you something...

Let me tell you something, punk.

I knew you were kidding.

I was kidding this time.

What happens when somebody
finds you dead in a gutter?

Because somebody bumped Monk

or somebody read
a Falcon comic book?

Why are you even in a g*ng?
It's crazy.

Because I'm cool, that's why.

Because there's cool in numbers,
that's why.

You're cool-- I agree with that.

All those other guys are cool
because of you.

Did you ever think
that they're using you?

Just stay off my back, all
right? Just stay off my back.

You-you just...

The...

the whole building with the...
You just...

H-How did you do that?

It's a gift.

Hey, you know something?
You know something?

Yeah, I know something.
I did it without my jacket.

Let's go.

All right. But I'm warning you,

I'm scrappy-

Okay, scrappy-

You know something, kid?

You know something?

You got a lot of guts.

I like that.

W-Was that just a-a punch?

Or, uh...

were you being friendly?

You're still standing,
aren't you?

You were being friendly.

Heyyy.

I'll give you a ride home.

Thanks.

Oh, wait a minute,
wait a minute, uh...

you're forgetting something.
You...

Don't forget your jacket
and your cap.

Hey, what are you, crazy?

You think
I need those to be cool?

I think I'm gonna leave
the Falcons.

Oh, so, uh...

I guess what I said
kind of sunk in, huh?

- Let me tell you something.
- Hmm...?

I make my own decisions,
you understand?

- Yeah. -I been thinking
about this a long time.

I've been waiting
for the right time.

You think I've got to hang
around with a bunch of nerds,

bumping people, having rumbles
over stepping on somebody?

Huh? You think I want to end up
in a dark alley

with some prompt maniac
sticking a Kn*fe in my ribs?

Whoa.

Well, no, no, that's, uh...
that's good reasoning.

I know that.

- Let's get out of here.
- Yeah.

Hold it, hold it.

I never got your name.

Oh, it's, uh, Cunningham.

- Hmm.
- Richard Cunningham.

That's cute.

You can call me the Fonz.

All right, uh... great.

You can call me Richie.

Whoa.

Get out of here. Come here.

So Fonzie quit the Falcons.

For good.

You see, he realized he didn't
have to be in a g*ng to be cool.

Yeah, but you mean...

That was the fight?

Yep. That was it.

Cute story, Cunningham,
but I got to run.

A couple of the Lords are gonna
meet me down here.

They're gonna drive me
to the rumble.

What neat guys.

(scoffs)

I'll go load the drums.

Yeah, well, thanks for listening
to my cute story.

(sighs heavily)

Yeah, I agree with you, Al.

(both sigh heavily)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wh-Where is he? Where is he?

Do you know what that
knucklehead is doing? Huh?

Where's Chachi?
He wants to join the Lords

or something like that.

There he is.

- No, wait, Fonz. Wait a minute.
- What?

Look, uh, don't hit him
or anything.

I already had a long talk
with him.

At this moment in my life,
I think that belting

is better than talking.

Well, maybe neither one is best.

I think he's got to make up
his own mind on this.

Hey, he can make up
his own mind.

If he makes it wrong, I'm gonna
tie his eyebrows together.

Hey, Chach, where are you?
Hey, there.

Come on over here, look,
I got the weapons for you.

Look at that. Hey, look at that.

Your very own rumble chain,
what do you think of that?

I oiled it for you, too, huh?

You fight with chains?

IGGY: Yeah, we got to teach
them Hornets, man,

that they can't get away with
stepping on the Masher's foot.

Right?

You're rumbling over a foot?

Yeah, we're gonna fight
for a lot of good reasons, man.

Yeah, I heard.

So just forget it.

I don't want to be in your g*ng.

(quietly):
What...?

What?!

Hey, kid, come over here.

Nobody quits the Lords.

Uh-uh.

Not unless they want to go out
on a stretcher.

So come on!

You're gonna fight me?

Kid...

you got a lot of guts.

Hey, kid, I'm gonna take you
and twist you around

until I turn you inside out.

- Oh, yeah? (chuckles)
- Yeah.

Help?

Okay, bucko,
you just put him down.

You gonna mess with him,
you better be ready

-to mess with me, too.
- Oh, wow.

- That goes for me, too.
-(Iggy chuckles)

Uh, well, look...

Hey, uh... look, kid,

nobody gotta
get hurt here, right?

We don't mean to be here, right?

Come on, let's get out of here.

- And don't come back!
-(Richie chuckles)

Chickens!

You did the right thing, Chachi.

CROWD (chanting):
b*at Mandeville!

You're a good boy.

Yeah, you did great.

CROWD: b*at Mandeville!
b*at Mandeville!

Fonz, uh, did you see that?
(chuckles)

You guys were tigers.

Let's go to a pep rally.

- CROWD: Let's go, team...!
- Pep rally?

Wait a minute.

Telling me you're interested
in basketball?

Who's talking baskets and balls?

I'm talking cheerleaders.

- Oh.
- Heyyy.

Hey, wait for me!

Cheerleaders-- wah, wah, wah.
(chuckles)

FONZIE and RICHIE:
Wah, wah, wah.

'Nah!

♪ These happy days
are yours and mine ♪

♪ These happy days are yours
and mine, Happy Days! ♪

♪ Good-bye, gray sky,
hello, blue ♪

♪ There's nothing can hold me
when I hold you ♪

♪ It feels so right,
it can't be wrong ♪

♪ Rockin' and rollin'
all week long ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Happy and free ♪
- ♪ Oh, happy days ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- I Share them with me I
- S Oh, baby a'

♪ These happy days
are yours and mine ♪

♪ These happy days are
yours and mine, Happy Days! ♪