Over two millenniums ago, an army of Greek soldiers found themselves isolated in the middle of the Persian Empire.
One thousand miles from safety. One thousand miles from the sea. One thousand miles with enemies on all sides.
Theirs was a story of a desperate forced march.
Theirs was a story of courage.
This too is a story of courage.
It's still on, and we're going.
Cyrus sent an emissary this afternoon to make sure.
Now Cyrus don't want anybody packed, and he don't want anybody flexing any muscle.
So I gave him my word that the Warriors would uphold the truce.
Now everybody says that Cyrus is the one and only.
I think we'd better go have a look for ourself.
We're going in there with nothing.
We're going in there like everyone else. Nine guys, no weapons.
You got the stuff?
I want you to hit everything in sight. I want everyone to know that the Warriors were there.
You never know what you're gonna run into out there. We're wearing our colours, we can't hide.
So who wants to hide?
Maybe we'll get to waste a few heads along the way.
You just soldier and keep your mouth shut.
When we get there, you stick close by, okay?
Don't worry, I don't feel like getting wrecked.
One thing we might get out of Cyrus' little get together is meeting some strange wool.
I wouldn't mind nailing a little something down on the way back.
You got a one-track brain, you know that?
What's the matter, you goin' faggot?
What do you know about Cyrus?
Magic, whole lot o' magic.
What do you know about Cyrus?
He's the one and only.
When you're president of the biggest gang in the city, you don't have to take any shit.
Ahh, fuck him!
I'll tell you something, I bet nobody's even gonna be there.
Can you count, suckers?
You're standing right now with nine delegates, from a hundred gangs and there's over a hundred more.
Sixty thousand soldiers!
Now there ain't but twenty thousand police in the whole town. Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
CAN YOU DIG IT?
The Warriors did it. The Warriors did it! THE WARRIORS DID IT!
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.
Warriors, come out to play-i-ay!
Warriors! Come out to play-i-ay!
WARRIORS! COME OUT TO PLAY!
Good news boppers, the big alert has been called off.
It turns out that the early reports were wrong, all wrong.
Now for that group out there that had such a hard time getting home, sorry about that.
I guess the only thing we can do is play you a song.
CAN YOU DIG IT?