The Warriors had just left their hiding place at Woodlawn Cemetery and hopped on a nearby train after being chased down by the Turnbull AC’s. The girls were all just happy to be going home.

Cowgirl: Why we leavin'? All the amenities, I really coulda stayed, the way they treat you like the mayor up here Ajax: I think you pissed yourself running from Hector Lavoe Cowgirl: Uh-uh, that's rain Cochise: The Bronx, The Bronx pissed on us if you didn't notice Fox: Ah, feels good to me Rembrandt: What? The rain? Fox: Pssh, gettin' out of the Bronx! Who named this place and put a frickin' X in it? What's that about? Ajax: Yo, my name's Ajax. I got a fuckin' X! Fox: Uh, X on that bottle of gin. You weren't supposed to bring any liquor- you aren't supposed to drink on duty, period! Cowgirl: Well, we are leaving the Bronx alive! Rembrandt: Ayy! Cochise: That's what I'm talking about! Ajax: We coulda stomped 'em! Least I flipped 'em the bird! Cochise: I was ready to pop anybody! Cowgirl: They were handsome though… Ajax: Nice tag, Rembrandt! Let 'em know the Warriors were here! Before we fly back home! Cochise: Home free! Swan: When we get there, that's when we've made it Cochise: Oh, hey, no sweat, war chief Ajax: She's afraid she'll get taken out like Cleon Rembrandt: Hey, I found Coney Island on this map! Ajax: Figure out how many stops to Union Square! Cochise: Come on, that's high math for Rembrandt Fox: It's alright, nobody can read these maps anyway Cowgirl: Forget it then, what's the difference? We're going home!

Things seemed like smooth sailing. When the train suddenly slowed to a stop and the scent of smoke filled the air

Cochise: Shit, this train's had it, is that a track fire? Cowgirl: This is fuckin' impossible Fox: What the shit are we gonna do? Aw, this fuckin' sucks! Rembrandt: Why couldn't it rain now?

A voice came over the speakers in the train

Train Conductor: This train is going out of service, all passengers off the train.

Swan: Come on. Cowgirl: Still in the damn Bronx…