"Extra on a movie."
"$35 for the night."
"And they take 20% commission."
"Where do you have to go?"
"Riverside Park at 96th Street... at midnight tonight."
"Sounds like a lot of shit to me."
There are hundreds of guys already at the park. Many, I'm told, are real gang members in some kind of summer program and, presumably, are NOT paying the 20% commission. There is a lot of grumbling that real gang members do not dress the way we're being dressed here in THE WARRIORS.
|Be afraid. Really afraid.|
The 2nd unit director barked orders. "Okay, Cyrus is going to say 'Can you dig it' three times. The first two times you do nothing. The third, time you go apeshit - but SILENTLY." Lots of uneasy grumbling. But compliance. If you look at the movie, it's kind of funny. Cyrus says, "can you dig it" twice and and is met with stony silence. He says it a third time and suddenly everyone GOES BESERK." The noisy part, as they say, happened in post.
After digging Cyrus, there was lots of down time. I'm bored. And it starts to rain. And I was beginning to feel a cold coming on. Now, my cousins left the Kirk Gibson game early to beat the traffic. So I suppose I missed being up close and personal to an iconic movie moment, because I left right before Cyrus was shot. ("That's the Warrior! He shot Cyrus! The Warriors did it!"). But I was cold and scared and tired. And wet.
The next day I reported to Arthur. "There were gang members dressed up in baseball uniforms and on roller skates."
"Well at least you got paid."
"No, they're not paying me because I left early."
Arthur went back to taping up a cardboard box.
"I told you sounded it like a lot of shit."