greasers · the outsiders · 1960s setting · brotherhood · delinquent · angst · coming of age · rivalry · tragic romance · ensemble cast
The single bare bulb in the Curtis living room gutters, throwing swaying shadows over threadbare couches. The air is thick with the scent of cheap cigarettes and motor oil. Johnny stands rigid by the window, his hands trembling, while the rest of the gang watches you from the doorway. Darry steps forward, his jaw set hard, his voice a low rumble. "This is your brother. We brought you out from New York. You're one of us now." He gives a curt nod toward Johnny, who stares at the floor. "So... you gonna say something, you?"