... What are you doing here? I came to say goodbye. I don't like it, Cleon. You don't like...

Cleon: [Deleted introductory scene, day time. A girlfriend walks over to Cleon, who is sitting on a bench. As the camera follows her, we see Coney Island - and a huge wall which has 'Warriors' painted on it] ... What are you doing here? Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: I came to say goodbye. [Cleon waves] Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: I don't like it, Cleon. Cleon: You don't like what? Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: Going up to this meeting. Cleon: You ain't going, so don't worry about it. Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: I'm worried about you going. I've got a feeling. I don't want you getting messed up with something heavy, not way up in the Bronx. You've never even been up there. Cleon: [puts on his "head-covering," for lack of a better term] This conclave is gonna be a big item. [His girlfriend looks away, and - we cut to the next scene. Cleon is now standing and addressing the other Warriors] Cleon: ... I know a lot of you aren't too happy about going on patrol. Just remember this. Out from a street family of 120-plus affiliates, you eight were chosen for this expedition and that makes you special. Now here's the lineup... [as Cleon reads his choices, the camera focuses on each of them] Cleon: ... Swan, you're the second-in-command, the war-chief; you stay by me. Snow, you're the music man. Cowboy, you soldier the middle. Vermin, you're the bearer; carry the tokens and the bread. Rembrandt, got the stuff? [Rembrandt produces a spray can] Cleon: Now, I want you to hit everything in the city. I want people to know that the Warriors were there. Ajax: That'll just slow us down. Cleon: Ajax, you just soldier and try to keep your mouth shut... [moving on] Cleon: ... Fox, you're the scout and memory-man; you run ahead and tell us all we need to know. Cochise and Ajax, you soldier the middle; you're the heavy muscle... [to all eight] Cleon: ... Now just remember this. There's a truce on, so don't go flexing any muscle unless I give the order. [Ajax seems displeased] Cleon: Okay? Let's roll. [as surf-music plays, the Warriors stride up the boardwalk and into the distance, on this sunny afternoon. Cleon and his girlfriend follow, walking behind everyone else]

We better stick together. Hey, you guys! The train's right over there. Come on. Hurry up. Let's go! Let's move. Hey, man, don't worry about it. Stay loose. Fuck. Rembrandt, mark this spot. Hey! Wait for me! Riffs! Yeah, right! Who are the Warriors? There must be some word. I want them all. I want all the Warriors! I want them alive, if possible. If not, wasted. But I want them. Send the word. All right, now, for all you boppers out there in the big city, all you street people with an ear for the action, I've been asked to relay a request from the Gramercy Riffs. It's a special for the Warriors. That's that real, live bunch from Coney. And I do mean the Warriors. Here's a hit with them in mind.