So what's the difference between East L.A. and L.A.?
It's a whole different country.
Hope it works out better for you here than in Vegas.
It's got to. It's home.
You're not gonna get anything like this in Las Vegas.
You got that right. I been dreamin' about these for 1 8 months.
Eighteen months.
Say hello to your mother. And stay out of trouble.
Hey! Hey!
Jesse! I'm gonna need a trim, homes.
Miklo, tell those wetbacks to step on it, or they ain't gonna get paid.
- Did you hear what I said? - I heard you!
Get their asses movin'. I got two more trucks on the way.
I'm already humpin', and you ordered too much.
That's 1,500 bucks worth of mud. Now you tell 'em to get it down, or they can pay for it.
Your mistake. Tell 'em yourself.
Don't ever take the side of a Mexican over your father.Just tell 'em!
Fuck you!
You ungrateful little punk! I'm the one that kept you out of jail!
You love 'em so much, get a broom and you can get the same thing they're gettin' paid.
- And I'll get a man to run this crew! - You son of a bitch!
Find yourself another slave, Dad!
I wish I could have seen your father's face.
You beat him up.
Don't worry, Mama. He ain't never gonna touch you again.
- Not after what I done. - I know that cabrón.
He'll turn you in.
Miklo, come. Help me. Do me up.
I need that money. Whoo, baby. Cold hands.
Just six little days? Bingo! I'm home free.
June 28th. My birthday, remember?
I'll be off probation.
A birthday. Ooh, 1 8.
But to me you're always gonna be my little chavalito, huh?
Oy,e, I'm late. Beto hates to wait.
Hey, Miklo. You can stay with your Aunt Dolores, huh? Come on. We'll drop you.
Dolores?
Dolores!
Oh, it's so good to see you.
Ay,, Paco! Paco, ven aquí...
You're so tall.
- How long are you here? - Uh, I'm back for good.
- Your probation is over? - No, no. Um, he's got a birthday coming up.
Look, um, I gotta go.
Dolores, Miklo's gonna stay with you for a while, okay?
- Why? - Because you have so much more room.
I love you, nino, huh?
Lupe, you may be my sister, but I'm tired of taking care of you! Grow up!
Look! I have tried to be like you! I can't!
- Your life would drive me crazy! - What about your son?
- The Pillsbury doughboy's back in town. - Back for good, homes.
What's happening, man? Thought you was never comin' back, eh?
So what's up? You couldn't hang with your white boy daddy or what?
Paco, uh, Miklo's gonna be staying with us for a while, huh? Make room for him.
Chale, ain't no one sharing my bed and TV but a woman.
- This puto's stayin' in the garage, eh? - Oh, yeah?
Pues, sabes qué, Mr Chale.
You're not the rooster here, huh? This is my house.
Miklo's your cousin.
Take this electric bill over to Mano and tell him it has to be paid this afternoon.
Better keep the blankets over your head, pendejo...
so your fluorescent skin don't keep me awake all night.
-Come on. -Hey, check out this fucking "3 P," ese.
Since when do we let Tres Puntos get away with that shit, homes?
Big badass vato. 3 P ain't nothin' but a bunch...
of fuckin' paint sniffers who sneak in here at night.
- They ain't about shit, ese. - They are shit, ese.
So why the fuck do you come all the way back here, eh?
Fuck you. I'm gonna kick your ass, milkweed.
Come on,Jolly Green Giant!
I'm gonna kick your ass, milkweed!
You better run, white boy!
This is Quetzalcoatl, the great Aztec poet king.
He ruled the kingdom of Aztlán...
that was from Mexico all the way up here to Califas.
- Sexy mamasota. - Pay attention, pelao.
I'm gonna teach you all about Aztlán...
'cause this vato's coming back some day to reclaim the raza's kingdom.
- Why do you put my initials on? - Because you help me, ese.
We did it together, carnalito.
- Hey, Paco, what's up, homes? - Chale, ese, you can't sneak up on us.
Not with Luis's feathered watchdogs on duty.
Oy,e, El Gallo Negro looks pretty mean, ese.
I put some feria on him.
- Cruzito! - El Miklo! El Miklo Velka!
What's happening, ese?
- When'd you parachute in, milkweed? - Today, from Vegas.
Ooh! High roller.
- Miklo. - Hola, Tió Mano. - Miklo!
What are you doing here?
- How's your father? - Oh, he's, he's okay.
My mom wants you to pay that.
When you gonna pay your share?
Chale, I'm on the KMart pay-as-you-can plan, eh?
You done anything about the Corps?
I talked to the recruiter Bentley. He's waiting for you.
And take orders from a jarhead like you?
Forget it. I ain't with that party.
You eat and you sleep in my house, and as long as you do...
don't you talk to me like that!
I wanna stay with Cruz.
- Have you done your homework? - Yeah.
In the truck.
Hey, take it easy on Mano, homes. He just wants you to work.
Hey, he's your dad, not mine. Let him tell you what to do, eh?
I'm just telling you, ese. You don't have to mad-dog me.
So does that ranfla burn or what, eh?
Chale, it's a customer's ride, man. We can't use it.
That's bullshit. Where do you want to go, Vegas vato?
That tree is East Los to me.
It's good to be home.
- They'll give the prize to you, homes. You're the best. - Not bad for a Chicano, eh?
Oy,e, Cruzito.
You still have your quills and inks?
All right. Get down,James Brown. Put the needle in, huh?
I want my VL tattoo.
Hey, take a look in the mirror, güero. Does it snow in L.A.?
Does a white boy get a VL placazo? No, he don't.
I'd have my placa now if the judge hadn't thrown me out of East Los.
Chale, you wouldn't have shit, milkweed.
It's some serious shit, homes. It don't wash off.
First sign of trouble, you'll be running back to your white boy daddy in Las Vegas.
Oy,e, Miklo.
Just wait till your number's called, ese. You'll get one.
Folsom and Indiana, possible vehicle violation.
First Street, 8703.
Fuck, man. I'm on probation, man.
- Always fuckin' with us. - Cool it, ese!
What seems to be the problem, sir?
Bumper clearance has gotta be at least ten inches.
- Oh, really? - You in the car.
Registration, licence.
You do this to people in Beverly Hills, eh?
Take off the glasses, please.
You look familiar. You got a record?
Y-Yes, sir, he's got a record. He's got a great record.
"The Black Rooster." Thirteen K.O.'s.
And he's got a great right uppercut.
- You, uh, used to train at the Boy's Club, didn't you? - Two years.
Second division Golden Gloves, till, till he broke his wrist.
- Yeah, I remember. - See?
This your car?
Well, l-I just painted it, sir. What do you think?
It looks nice.
Listen, uh,just raise up the bumper a few inches, okay?
Like your uppercut.
Ah, it's all right,Joe. Let's go. Hey, you know who that kid was?
Didn't have that fuckin' badge between us, we'd see who hassles who, eh?
- Shut the fuck up, ese. - Don't be using my boxing any more, eh.
Don't be stupid, ese. He just tried to save our asses, home.
Hey, I let you put my hat off my head once, vato...
but you better keep your fuckin' face outta my business before I put you down, milkweed.
Come on. Let's get this ranfla back.
You know it.
- You hungry, Miklo? - I got the munchies, homes.
We get back to the cantón, we'll get some refino.
See if Mama Dolores made some...
...those cookies your mom used to make.
Chocolate baked...
Even a white boy should like chocolate.
- Hey. Come here. - Pull it up a little on your end.
Check it out, homies.
Who is it?
Right in our own fuckin' alley, homes!
-But those fuckers crossed the line, eh. -Into dead man's land, ese.
- You packin' a filero, homes? - Chale, just my dick in my pants.
- We gotta do something, man! - Don't fuck around, ese!
Oh, we gotta do something? Well, do something then, Rooster.
- Chale, why do you... - You're listo. Come on. You're ready.
Come on. You want your placazo so bad? Do something.
- Let me see the colour inside you. - Leave it alone, ese.
- Come on, come on. - Hey, what the fuck's wrong with you, ese?
That's what I thought, Amarillo.
- Leave it alone, carnal. - Watch me,Jolly Green Giant!
Hey, fuckin' kamikaze.
Miklo, wait! Hey, pinche loco, man!
This ain't no pinche card game, ese.
Hey, life's a risk, carnal.
What the fuck is he doin', ese?
He's locote, homes.
- Don't fuck him up, ese. - Milkweed's got some balls, ese.
Oh, he's gonna start some pedo, homes.
- Hey, hurry up, ese! - What are you in a hurry for?
You got a date or something? Let the homeboy get down.
Fuck these punks! I'll come in here day or night.
I'm taking over this barrio. Get down, Demon.
Throw that puto sign on these punks.
They can't bust a grape, can't kick no dust. Shit!
Oh, no! Shit!
I'm gonna fuck you up, you Casper-looking motherfucker!
Get in the car, Demon! You crazy shit you!
Javier!
Shit!
Fuck you putos, ese!
You oughta be ridin' a tricycle, Spider!
Spider, puto, you paint our wall, I'll paint your ass, ese!
Why you wanna bust up our ride around, punk?
Fuck you, Candelaria! We're taking over this barrio!
- Try it, Spider! - Now get outta here, punk!
Ladies and gentlemen, it, uh, gives me great pleasure to announce...
the winners of the Los Angeles City, Schools Annual Art Competition.
- And the first one is from Lincoln High School. - I told you.
Cruz Candelaria. Come up here, Cruz.
So, Cruz, here's your plaque, your award of honour.
And much more important than this plaque, however...
I want to give you this, which is your scholarship...
from the Los Angeles College of Design.
May you have tremendous success in the future.
Ow! Cruz!
I want to thank especially... especially mi abuelito...
my grandfather, my father...
my stepmom, Dolores, who I love very much...
y Los Vatos Locos.
Whoo! Viva Los Vatos Locos!
Poke him deeper, ese. Make it last.
You want me to hold you down, eh?
Como crying!
Hey, Cruzito, you almost done, man?
I need you to stitch my khakis.
This afternoon I got my prize, ese, and now you get yours.
Hey, your blue eyes are turning brown, ese.
Caquita brown.
This is it, ese.
No more going back to Fantasyland...
and believing the cat never catches Tweety Bird.
Chale, not here, ese.
You know it.
Now you home with us, and defend the barrio.
- Vatos Locos forever. - Forever!
Forever.
- Whoo! - Forever.
- Baptize him. - Listen... - No, no, no, no!
- Hold still. -Just calm down. It don't hurt. It don't hurt.
- Ah. - Hold still, eh.
Yeah, homes.
Another one, another one.
Hey, that was cool what you did, jackin' up those jokers, eh.
Cool, eh.
Come watch this cartoon. It's really funny.
Have some respect.
Ow! Not bad for a loco from the barrio, eh?
Can you imagine? Nobody ever went to City Hall...
Cruzito, you are a lone stallion among mules.
You're gonna become a legend, like Pancho Villa orJoaquin Murrieta!
To Cruz!
Ow!
- Who's that lady, - Who's that lady,
- Beautiful lady, - Who's that lady,
- Lovely, lady, - Who's that lady,
- Oh, y,ou're fine, lady, - Who's that lady,
Esta es mi pachanga, so have a good time!
'Cause I'm crying out to y,ou If I tell y,ou to pursue
Oh, y,ou can look, girl but don't touch, baby,
- No, no, no - Huacha, Chuey. Huacha, Chuey.
Huáchalo, Chuey.
Who's that lady,
- Ow! - Who's that lady,
- Sexy, lady, - Go on, Chuey!
Who's that lady,
- Beautiful lady, - Who's that lady,
- Oh, y,ou're fine, lady, - Who's that lady,
- I would dance upon a string... - Hey, Frankie, let me borrow the keys to your brother's GTO.
Hey, yeah? What do you think I am, a pendejo?
Oh, culero, see how you are, ese?
See who paints that portrait of your girl like you wanted me to.
Oh, pinche Indian giver. Hey, you promised, eh.
Hey, you're an Indian giver, ese.
Hey, me la ray,o, vato. I'll paint your ruca firme like that, all naked y todo.
- Put some gas in it, ese. - Hey, don't be putting stains on Frankie's back seat, homes!
- Or the front seat, or anywhere else, vato. - Yes, I am
- Searchin', searchin'for my, baby, - Orale, Cruzito.
Searchin', searchin'for my, love
Mira, huacha, huacha, huacha, Cruz.
I'm searchin'for my, baby,
- Hey. - I'll find her
Thought you said you was gonna be at this thing.
Huh? Guess what. I got Frankie's brother's GT.
- You did? - Yeah, you know it, mi hija.
So what's up? I thought you said you was gonna be at this thing, and then you didn't show up.
- You didn't tell me what time. - Oh, well, let's dance, ruca.
- I love y,ou... - Orale, Cruz.
I need y,ou by, my, side
For my,
For my, dream girl
I'll never, never never have no peace
- Let's get outta here. - No, no, no, no, no
Hey, where's Cruz going? Hey, come here, homes!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, no way, homes. - Wait!
- Where you goin'? - But...
Cruz gonna open a present now, eh.
Oh, sí., baboso. Like you don't know. Come on.
I'm gonna take you out with a knockout, homes.
- Orale, Juanito. Put up your dukes, eh. Guard yourself. - What do you think I'm doin'?
- Hit him with a right! Hit him with a right! - Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit.
But Bobby Chacon rises and dusts Chu Chu Castillo.
-Pa-pa-pa pow-pow. Picks him up, spins him around. -Come on. Let me go!
Your skin's so soft, mi hijita.
Will you paint my picture?
I'm gonna paint you like an Aztec princess.
- Hold me - Hold me
I want y,ou...
Ooh, looky, looky. Can I have some?
I like mine rare.
Ye-pa, ye-pa, ye-pa! What door do I pick?
This ain't your turf, ese!
Get him out! Get him out, güero!
No!
- Kick his ass, motherfucker! - Fuck him up, Kool-Aid!
Get back for the kids for that fuckin' bat! Come on, punk!
Let's give this Vato Loco a joyride!
We gotta teach these putos a lesson!
They ain't gonna fuck with us no more!
I'm taking his VL placa! It's mine forever, ese!
What are you kids doin' up there?
Get your old man ass back inside now, punk...
before I put you to sleep!
Let's get the fuck outta here! Let's party!
Tres Puntos own this barrio now!
My back, my back!
He's still under the anaesthetic. I gotta go back in.
Your son has multiple contusions.
The thoracic vertebrae in his back is broken. It's very serious.
When will we know if he'll be okay?
His spleen is injured, so I gotta go back in to try and stop the bleeding.
If he gets an abdominal infection, he might be in for a prolonged stay.
I'm sorry. That's all I got to say right now.
We got the Vatos here.
Get the door!
- Tres Puntos are gonna pay big time, homes! Big time! - Shut up!
Shut up! We ain't gonna be hitting 'em tonight, eh.
They're gonna be waiting for us tonight. We're gonna get 'em tomorrow morning.
In the daylight? It's Sunday, ese.
Well, they ain't gonna be going to Mass, pendejo.
Gimme that! You don't think I want 'em, eh?
You don't think I want 'em? I got some poison for a spider, eh, but for tomorrow.
Paco. Paco. Hey, hey, cool it, ese!
- What are you doing? Get out, all of you! - We can't let those punks...
- come into our barrio and start pushing us around, eh. -Just get out of here!
- What are you doing? Those are mi carnales. They're my family. - I'm your family!
then we are nothing!
- Fuck that! Come on! - Yeah, homes, chale!
Paco! Paco, mi hijo!
- No, Miklo. - I'm sorry, Tí.a.
I like the country, ese!
Hey, Kool-Aid, put that little jalapeño back in your pants, ese.
Hey, homey, I was just marking our new territory!
Check out the new view, homies!
I'm gonna build myself a righteous pad here.
Swimming pool, white picket fence and shit.
- Save me some. - Come here, baby.
- Don't. They're watching. - Come here. Gimme some.
- No. - Whoo-hoo-hoo-hooey!
Yeah!
Check it out, Spider.
I don't know why, you treat me so bad
After all the things that we could have had
Love and emotion I can't forget
- My, sweet 1 6 I will never regret - It's that punk from the alley.
- Hey, Spider! - Vato Loco must be on medication to come here.
You cut my carnal! I'm here to jack you up, puto!
Hey, let's cut the motherfucker!
- What do you vatos wanna do, ese? - Cale, homies.
You gotta pay your dues to me, pinche mamón.
You wanna throw down, puto? Come and get some!
- Chale, motherfucker! - Hey, fuck you! You want another placazo, badass?
Come and get it, motherfucker!
I'm gonna cut your fuckin' eye out, punk, and kill you!
Fuck these other vatos, ese!
Get up, Chuckie! Get up!
You fuck with my familia, eh, you gotta answer to me here and now.
Come on. Toe to toe! Let's go, motherfucker!
Let's see what kind of man you are in daylight!
What's the matter, Spider, you a-scared of me?
I'm gonna catch you on the fuckin' rebound, punk!
I'm gonna squash you like the pinche bug you are.
Come on, motherfucker!
Fuck! Die, motherfucker!
Where you goin', chaval? Get up.
- My rib's broken. - You ain't talkin' so bad now, ese.
- Oh, my rib! - You wanna know how it feels like?
You wanna know how it feels like to get stuck, puto?
Come on. Get up.
- Get up! - Fuckin' punk!
What are you runnin' for, bitch?
Shouldn't oughta done that to my brother Cruzito, ese.
You know what I mean,jellybean?
- Fuck! - You wanna dance?
I know a tune that's called "stick and cut."
You like dancing to "stick and cut," ese?
Huh, puto?
Miklo, hold him down!
Look at him!
Property of Vatos Locos.
In case the dog catcher wants to know.
Motherfucker!
Let him up, milkweed! Let him up!
Hey,Jorge. We got him for Cruzito, ese!
He's marked for life!
Paco, no! Cruz is alive, ese!
Yeah, look at him. The dog is belly up!
- Whoo! Viva Los Vatos Locos! - Viva Vatos Locos!
Yeah!
Viva Los Vatos Locos!
- Let's go, homes! - Let's go, man!
Damn it! Fucker!
Die, pinche puto!
No! He's dead!
- Come on. Let's go, homes! - No!
- Shit! - Where's he hit, man? Where's he hit?
Chuey, get his shirt off, homes!
Take it easy, Miklo! There's blood everywhere! He's hurt bad.
- What the fuck are you doing, pendejo? - Watch the corner!
You're gonna kill us! You're gonna kill us, Paco!
Shut up, Frankie! I gotta get him to the hospital, homes!
No! I don't wanna go to no hospital! People die there!
Man, you're shot! What are you worried about, ese? I'm taking you to County!
No! Let me out!
- I ain't going to no hospital! - Hey, get your ass back in here!
- Watch the van! - No!
Get out of the road!
Here they come, Paco!
- Let's get outta here, Paco! - Step on it, Paco!
Oh, shit!
Watch it, Paco!
- Oh, hang on! - He's still there, vato!
You cry, we die! Shut up, homes!
Come on, homes! Step on it, man!
He's gaining on us!
They ain't gonna do shit, vato!
Huacha, homes, huacha.
Chicano U-turn, homey!
- Puro ricochet! - There's no fucking jura...
in this town, ese, can do a Chicano U-turn!
- Right on, carnal! - Hey, you just hang on tight, Miklo.
You're gonna be as free as a bird, vato.
- Whoo! - All right!
They're down on Floral! Get rid of them, Fuentes!
Hey, this is your papi's shotgun, homes!
- Throw it out the pinche window! - Relax, homes!
Those are pinche tourists! They ain't gonna get nobody, homes!
I got a big-time chistoso for these putos...
right down here on Indiana Street, homes.
Me la pelan, tourists!
Look out!
- Go! - Come on! Let's go, Paco!
Come on, Miklo! We gotta go, homes!
- Come on, eh! - Paco, come on!
- Run, carnal, run! - Vatos Locos forever, carnal. Let's go!
Come on!
Shit!
- Freeze! - Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!
- My cousin is shot, homes. You gotta... - Get 'em up!
- Come on. Get against the car! - You gotta help my cousin, homes.
- Get against the car! - He's hurt. - Get 'em up!
- My cousin's been shot, homes. - Don't move.
Get up against the car! Go, move!
- Cuff him! - Hey. Hey, help out my cousin. He's been...
Shut up and get against the car!
Paco... Ah! Paco!
Paco!
Keep the pace, man. Come on. Keep it going. Keep it going.
Come on.
Some fresh meat just come in, carnal. Look!
Come on, Ryder. One more time, man.
Come on, man. Come on, Ryder.
What the fuck we got here?
- Can you believe that shit? - Follow that man. - 58-271 .
- Okay, come on. Pick it up. Let's go! - Velka, B69-345.
Pick it up. What you strollin' for? Move it along. Let's go!
Hey, baby, long time since I had a West Texas ballroom bitch.
- How 'bout you bein' my old lady? - Say, you, black baby.
This bull been corralled up for a long time.
I got what you need. Put that punk in a cell with me.
Orale, blue eyes.
- Look over here. I got something for you. - Come on, girl.
You don't listen to anybody but me. Do you understand that?
I'm the man. I'm the boss. Do you understand?
Now, walk!
Go to the door. White sign over the door.
Your chains will come off, you'll drop your drawers, and you'll be home.
Welcome to San Quentin.
- InmateJones, 5 1 5, y,ou have a visitor. - Name?
Carney.
- What's your number? - Um, I don't remember, sir.
Learn it.
Sweeney, B56-21 2.
Robinson, B28-398.
- Short hairs. - Do what you wanna do.
- Look who's there. - Hey, Cruz, look what Grandpa got you.
- Not bad. - Hey,Juanito, doesn't he look good?
- Yeah, homes. - How you doing?
- Hey, homes. That operation you got? - Yeah. All right.
It makes you look good as new, homes.
Wait till you see your surprise.
- Surprise? -Just around the corner.
Can you believe this?
The Corps is making a man of him.
- Hey, carnal. - Qu'iubo, champ. I'll walk from here.
Oh, no, no, no, Cruz, no. Mi hijo, do you think you should?
Oh, yeah, I'm...
Let me and Paco walk by ourselves to the car.
Can I go? Can I go with you guys?
- We'll go. - Can I go with you guys?
I'll... I'll see you in a minute. Okay, mocoso?
- Go with Mama. Bye. - We'll get the car. Dolores.
Bye, mi hijo.
- I'll be all right. - Hey, Cruzito, see you at the car, huh?
- Later, homey. - He doesn't look so good.
You all right, man?
I can do it.
Pinche pierna, homes.
Let me do it.
More, more.
- Those help you? - They don't do shit.
Morphine's the ticket, though.
Shit. I can't run. I can't sleep.
I can't play the accordion.
- Hope I can still paint, carnal. - You will, carnal, you will.
A fuckin' marine, ese.
Yeah, it was either this or jail, right?
But after boot camp, I ain't so sure it was such a good deal.
A lot better than Miklo, homes.
Pobre milkweed.
- Boys, we just won on the Raiders game. - Way to go!
I need my gym shoes, man!
Wanna buy some cigarettes?
What's happenin'? How are you?
- Hey, baby. - Hola, pretty.
- Are you blond all over? - Get your hands off me, faggot!
Ooh, how his blue eyes just light right up when he get mad.
Leave me alone, man!
I'll kill you, bitch!
Oh! You will?
Where the fuck you get that placa, Little Bo Peep?
You're on the clock, bitch, and midnight is comin'.
You got the wrong man.
Oh, he's hot!
- Miklo Velka. - Soy, Popeye.
There's some vatos you should meet.
Most of these cons don't clique.
It's the gangs that run this place.
- What you got? - See that black dude with the comb over there?
the Black Guerilla Army.
Don't take nothin' from him, or you'll end up...
with that Black Power comb through your heart.
Those polar bears over in the corner, that's Aryan Vanguard.
The AV-ers. Those white boys control the dope trade...
do freelance killings, anything for the right price.
Hey, why not take it out in trade?
You bet cash, you lose cash, you pay cash, pimpmobile.
Soon, or I'll have to hire Red Ryder here and his AV boys...
to cut some fat off that tongue of yours!
Or maybe you'd like to swap for some of that tender white meat.
You can pay your bets with that.
Suave, Al.
I'll pay you what I owe, but don't try scaring me...
with your AV insurance policy 'cause remember...
I got a policy with Ryder too.
He knows better than to mess with a good customer.
Since business is so good, I suppose I'm gonna have to raise the rents...
on both you lame-ass fucks!
Fuck him.
Ya estuvo, Beto. It's over.
Why the fuck you let these putos disrespect you like that for, ese?
- Hey, you take it easy, carnal. - You're wrecking it for the rest of the homeboys.
Hey, I'm just showing this homeboy around, okay?
It's Miklo, from el barrio.
You're the sucker that dusted Spider?
Well, if a rep is what you're lookin' for, killer...
then I'm the man you want.
Tres Puntos like Spider.
- Ooh, I'm the bogeyman! - He pissed in his pants.
Come on, carnal.
Get the fuck outta here before I make you my bitch.
- He's Tres Puntos, ese. - Hey!
That's street bullshit, ese. It's different in the joint.
We clique together for power, to protect ourselves.
So Tres Puntos or anybody strong enough to stand with La Onda is okay.
- What's La Onda? - Some questions you don't ask.
- Got some smokes for you. - I don't even smoke cigarettes.
In the pinta, that's like cash.
Got a little something else. Some juju weed.
Yeah, I smoke that now, vato.
Hey, you don't mind if I keep you under my wing for a little while, you know.
- I mean, I gotta take care of you, huh? - Okay, vato.
- Hey, we homeboys, right? - Fuckin' A. East Los rules, vato.
Gracias, carnal, okay?
- All right, you white bitch. Gimme some chon-chon! - Stay away from me.
You get nothing for free in here, punk.
- Ah? - Okay.
Ah? That's right, give it up. Oh, shit!
You want me to take it, huh?
You want me to rape you, eh, puto? Huh?
Let's see the colour of your blood, gabacho.
I'm gonna cut that fucking placa off of you.
You ain't no Vato Loco!
Huh?
Está bien, Montana.
Keep your business off this tier.
Ese, Pepe don't belong in La Onda.
It's low class. We're better than that.
Chale, my business has nothing to do with La Onda.
- You're part of the clica. - Mira, vato, I was Onda before you were, huh?
Keep your whores in the rec room.
Get that fuckin' thing out of here!
Popeye's getting on my nerves.
Come on, you debutantes! Got a once-a-year special on pork chops!
Sweet thing! This shit'll make a man impotent...
but you ain't goin' to no prom soon.
So, eat up, folks. Eat up.
Shit, man. Ain't nothin' but fat on that bone. Gimme another chop.
Hate like hell to disappoint your gods, bro, but unless you got a carton of smokes, no seconds.
Motherfucker!
- Allah is blushing! - I ain't no Muslim, man.
All right. Hey, how about a little wager on this weekend's game?
Your odds stink, and I ain't movin' till I get another chop.
Move on, nigger, before I carpet my cell with your black skin.
- Hey, mother... - All right, what's the hold-up?
Johnson, move it.
Punk-ass motherfucker!
All right, all the rest of you hungry bunnies, get 'em while we got 'em.
There's your chop. You happy now?
All right, now for my brown brothers.
Sorry, no tortilla. Wait a minute.
There's a ray of sunshine in all that darkness down there.
Come up here, sweetness.
Come on, muévete.
You're keepin' all these hungry beaners waitin', baby.
- Move on down! - Get out of the way!
- Hey, what are you doin'? What's the hold-up? - Oh, it's okay, Sarge.
He was outta line. He was in here before.
- Gimme your tray, homes. - Come on!
You're catchin' a ride on the wrong train.
You oughta be up here at the front of the line, ahead of those jungle bunnies.
I don't take no free tickets on no one's train.
Now you take a ticket, or you get run over.
and eat with the white folks.
Know what I mean?
Flirt on your own time, Albert.
She's jealous!
- Hey, where's my chop? - That was the last one.
Hey, I want my fuckin' chop, puerco.
Please be courteous to the help. We've run out.
We only get pork once a year. I know you got more back there.
Only for the kitchen detail. Perhaps one of them might sell you one.
- I ain't buyin' what's mine! - You know the fuckin' trip, homes. No freebies.
Your mama was a freebie!
Hey, tough guy. You want a write-up?
Maybe you wanna go to lock-up, huh?
Move it! Come on. We got ten minutes here. Let's eat.
You sold our meat, Al.
You been gettin' by with that shit too long.
We ran out. It happens. Now move on, flycatcher.
Got hungry men behind ya.
you chickenshit motherfucker.
In your dreams, Pedro. In your dreams.
Where the fuck do you think you're trespassing into, huh?
- What do you want? - I thought you wanted it.
- What? - My chop.
I don't want his pork chop.
I want his life.
Oy,e, why don't you go play with the polar bears...
or the may,ates?
They are tu estilo, Toluca.
- What's Toluca? - That's the Aztec ball court.
Where you lose, you die.
- I'm gonna drop you, white boy! - Go ahead, drop me. I ain't afraid to die.
Come on! Come on! Come on!
Reggie! Carlo!
Hey, boy, that shit wouldn't happen if you were up here with Daddy.
Fuckin'...
You speak Spanish, güero. So do parrots.
I'm in here for backing up a carnal.
I killed a Tres Puntos 'cause he was gonna take out my partner.
Soy, Chicano.
Chicanos killing Chicanos is what they want.
Blacks and Chicanos killing each other is what they want.
That's how they run this place.
Once we get together, they don't run shit.
You got a lot to learn about being Chicano, güero.
I'm no lightweight, and the colour of my skin shouldn't keep me out.
White is the enemy. White's the system.
You're stuck in the middle.
All my fuckin' life I've been kept out.
You know what that feels like? Knowing you're a Chicano...
and no one accepts you 'cause your skin came out white?
My mom's as brown as you are...
and my white dad tried to beat every ounce of her outta me.
But you know what? He couldn't do it.
Chicano's not a colour. It's the way you think and the way you live.
And if you're willing to give up your life for a carnal.
I'm here to do that. Use me. Use this.
You said it.
Everything's based on colour, right?
I can get places you can't 'cause my skin's white on the outside.
But I'm brown on the inside, to the bones.
The only way into La Onda is to take down one of our enemies.
In your case, it would have to be somebody big.
Someone who we can't hit without losing a lot of carnales.
Gimme a chance! Trust me.Just one chance!
Respect is everything, güero. You ready to die for it?
Blood in, blood out.
Start cookin' breakfast at 4:30 a.m.
Start dinner at 2:00. I'm startin' you on pots and pans, with the niggers.
Thanks for nothin'. l-I'll take whatever I can get, Al.
- Whatever you say. - That's right, babycake.
I knew you'd wise up, sunshine.
- That greaser pimp can't do half what I can do for you. - Sounds nice.
Hey, Gil. Tell Red Ryder I got that protein powder he wanted.
See that? You learn to treat me right, and you get it all.
Food, coffee, cigs, drugs.
Hell, the works. Come on over here.
Hey, clear outta here.
It's off-limits to everybody but me and the staff.
Hey. You like that?
- Oh, that's nice. - Yeah.
So's this.
So this is where you keep all the goodies, huh?
Some of'em.
- Pinto beans? - No pintos for you, baby.
Nothin' but Texas barbecue.
- How 'bout it, sweetcheeks? -Just remember, Al!
I fuck who I want, when I want.
All right. It's all right. Take it easy. It's all right.
You treat me right, everything's gonna be all crimson and clover.
Popeye tried to take it. Almost bit his dick off!
Well, I can wait, baby.
That spic's a pig, got no class.
Just don't make Daddy wait too long.
Come on now. Come on.
- You wild little bitch. - This is just a sample.
- I'm gonna fuck your brains out. - When I'm ready, Al.
When I'm ready.
The prices, they're so high.
- The prices don't mean nothing unless they sell that much. - I wanna stay!
Cruz, I've been looking everywhere for you.
- I'm saying goodbye to my family. - We were just leaving.
-Hey, Cruz, can you buy me a low-rider when you get rich? -Thanks for all you've done for our son.
- Please. - A low-rider when you get rich! - A low-rider.
- I wanna stay with Cruz. - Bye, Alicia. - Come with me, Cruz.
People want to meet you. You've got to circulate. You're the artist.
You make them look so noble, so, uh, fuerte.
I paint what I see. So you really like it, huh?
- Oh, yes. - I'm sorry, but I've got to take him to a press photo.
- We'll bring him back in a few minutes. - All right.
Janis, wh-what are you doing? They were gonna buy something.
- Ah, they're looky-loos, window-shoppers. - How do you...
- How do you know that,Janis? - Look, I thought we agreed to keep tonight strictly business.
Yeah. So?
They went in. How come they went in?
We both have a lot at stake, Cruz. Don't let them blow it.
But, gentlemen, your names are not on the list, and if you don't have an invitation, you can't come in here.
Look, we don't need our names on the list, ruca.
You see that face up there? That's me.
Well, whether that's you or not, it doesn't matter. Miss Weinstock needs to say that it's okay for you to come in.
Have yourselves a good time. Enjoy yourselves.
There. There's my invitation, okay?
Hey, hey, hey. l-It's okay, Belinda. It's all right. It's all right.
- It's okay, Belinda. - It's okay, Belinda.
Hey, Cruzito. Congratulations.
- Come up for an abrazo, ese. - Orale, Gilbert. In a minute, homes.
Come check out the carrucha, carnal.
Cruz Candelaria, vato. This is big time, homes.
Oy,e, it's too bright in here, ese. Too much white.
Hey, Cruzito, homes.
What happened to our invitation?
- What, are you ashamed of Frankie? - Are you ashamed of me, homes?
I'm glad you came, but why did you have to bring Gilbert, that culero?
- You know Gilbert can smell money from across town, homes. - No shit.
- He came to help you spend that plata. - Oh, shit, I can't pay him now, ese.
- I've only got ten bucks to my name. - What, with those prices?
Hey, shit, I ain't sold nothing, ese.
Well, maybe if we jack up a few of these maricones, vato.
- I got the guy in the bell-bottoms. - And I'll take everyone without a bra, vato.
Be cool, ese. I'm trying to hold it together.
Gilbert wants his full payback before he's gonna give us any more credit.
- Be quiet. - No, you f...
Relax. Here, have some pisto.
I'll see what I can do, all right?
- He says he'll take this price. - Tell him I'm not negotiating.
The price is so low now, it's a steal.
- He'll probably pass. - That'll be his loss.
Listen,Janis, I need a cash advance. Can you help me?
- I've already given you three advances. - I need some money,Janis.
What good is it to have a show if I don't sell anything?
Cruz, most of your paintings are already spoken for by important collectors.
- What? - You'll be completely sold out by the end of the night.
Sold out? All of it?
Well, then why can't I get some money tonight then?
Doesn't work that way. The cheques go to the accountant to be processed.
No! I need some money now! Do you understand me? Tonight!
Come on. I sold out, so I deserve some, right?
You've got a brilliant career ahead of you, Cruz, but all that talent can go right in the garbage.
Think about that when you're getting high with your friends tonight.
Please, no Baptist sermons, okay,Janis?
Strictly business, remember?
Thank you.
I got a hot tip, Al. How's my credit?
- Hey! - Oh, come on. Don't be that way.
Nothin' like poppin' that cherry, huh, Al?
Red Ryder, your mouth, your mouth.
- Lakers won in overtime, Al. - Oh!
Give him a green one. No, the other green one.
Why do you keep bettin' on them L.A. teams, Lightning?
She looks a little bowlegged to me, Al.
You're gonna always be runner-up, punk.
I'm still gonna cut that VL placa off of you, sissy.
Hey, Pancho, don't be a sore loser. Get the fuck out of here.
I don't want that greaser pimp even talking to you. Understand me?
Tomorrow is your day, güero.
Tonight you must read the black book.
These are the killing points. The arrows show where a man can be killed.
Hit a man here or here, and he dies slowly and painfully.
Hit a man here or here, and he dies instantly.
When you get to the kitchen in the morning, look in the largest stockpot.
Geronimo will be watching.
If you're successful tomorrow, you'll become one of us.
If you fail, you die.
Hey, no, I got that, Howie. Let a real man do the job.
It's all yours.
All right, you slaves!
I want them things cleaned in one hour. Now, move it!
You, get to work!
Come on now. You heard the man. Let's do it. Let's do it. Let's do it.
- You got to do what the man says. - Hey, come on, man!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, my back! Oh, it's so hot!
- What do you want me to do? - Somebody get that off! Oh!
Oh, it's burning my back! God! He burned my back on purpose! I know he did!
- It hurts, damn it! It hurts! - I know it hurts! I can't do nothing for you.
Put-Put it... Put-Put it away! Put it away!
Hey! What the fuck are you doing in here?
I'm sorry. Excuse me. I didn't know.
- What are you doing in here? - I didn't do anything.
- This room is off-limits. - You shouldn't be in here, babycakes.
- All you men, back it up. - What do you want? - I'm sorry. I just wanted more steel wool.
- You are fucking up, Al, letting this kid in here. - That's okay, Bob. He's cool.
- Cool, bullshit. Nobody else is supposed to know about this. - I won't say anything.
- Shut up! - It's all right, Sergeant. He does what I say.
Hey, I am not risking everything for some piece of ass!
Just a goddam minute. You get paid plenty for your risk, right? Am I right?
- Yeah, right. - Well, all right then. Now, get moving.
We got plenty of trips for you to make. And remember, I got a receipt for every dollar you got in that money belt.
Hey, what the fuck are you looking at? Get your ass right there, stand there and don't move!
Bob, cover that money up. How long does it take you to get back here from the parking lot?
- Fifteen minutes. - All right, I expect you back here in... in ten.
- You keep this damn door closed. - Don't you give me orders.
You just make sure nobody sees you leaving here.
God damn you, you little bastard! Don't you ever come in here!
I done told you! Now get the fuck out of here!
You little prick tease! I'm tired of you swinging your precious little ass around like you own the joint!
You haven't put out worth shit!
I'm sorry, Al. I fucked up. I know.
Forgive me. I thought you were alone.
- Get out! - Please don't hold it against me.
- Shut up! - Please?
Let me make it up to you.
I know I've held back, but I'm not gonna do it any more.
We don't have a lot of time. Come on.
Let's get to it.
- Hurry up. Hurry up. - I'm gonna lick you clean.
- Do it, bitch. - Lay back and enjoy it.
- Shit! - I'm telling you, man.
Lieutenant, I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, you're trying to insult my intelligence? You're Onda, he's BGA.
Look, I know you're the gang coordinator, but you side on the wolf ticket.
- Shit! - Come on. - Don't bullshit me.
Have a heart. I'm trying to stay out of trouble.
I just want to get out of here. I can make something of my life before I get too old to enjoy it.
Al, I told you to keep the door...
You fuckin' little shit!
Okay, gentlemen, it was just an accident. Get back to work.
You got breakfast to make.
Man down! Let's go! Storage room. Man down. Let's go.
God damn it! You all want to fuck with me?
Sergeant, I want you to shake this place down.
I want the ID and background on every man in here.
All right, I want to know who did it.
Somebody in here gets 25 years, or you're all dead, so take your pick.
You shut up! I wanna know who did it.
Everybody in here goes into lockdown. No exercise, no rec room, no sunshine.
Get out of there! No nothin' until I get some answers.
And until I do, you're not gonna see the light of day.
Sergeant Devereaux!
Sergeant Devereaux, I want you to strip-search these men.
Everyone here is going to do time in the hole.
- Hello! - Hey, big fella. - You'll get it.
- Say, Sarge, where's the food? - You'll get it! It's on its way.
Sarge, throw us the damn food, man!
If I don't get that damn book and money back, you're not gonna walk off this cell block alive.
- Do you understand what I'm saying? - Your name's in that book, Bob.
- Hey, Bob. - What?
Can I get an extra dessert tomorrow?
Hey, push this cart over here!
Let's move, man! I'm getting hungry up here!
Shut the fuck up.
- Whose are they? - They're a friend of my brother's, home.
But he won't say shit. He's asleep anyway.
- You're gonna get in trouble if he wakes up. - Nah, fuck that.
All right! Hey, see you later, homes.
- He's gonna get pissed at you. - No, I'll kick his ass.
- Hey, Cruz! I thought Chuey... - Hey, man, this ain't no playground.
- Damn! - Oy,e, pendejo, you don't know how to knock?
I'm sorry, but it's cool. I know what's up.
Chale, it ain't cool, and you don't know what's up.
You understand?
I'm sorry. Your place is great, and I wanna come back.
Okay, carnalito, but be cool. You can't just barge in anywhere you want.
- All right. - Go upstairs and watch TV until Mom comes.
I took his shoes and I threw them.
Go on. Go upstairs and practise so you can be a badass like Bobby Chacon.
- Simón, eh? - Hey, hey, hey!
Tell Mom that my back was hurting so I had to take a nap, all right?
- Yeah. - Yeah, vete.
What the fuck's wrong with you? You can't fucking be sonando yourself when my carnalito's around.
- That's cool, homes. - It ain't cool, homes.
Come on, Cruzito.
Come on, man. Come on down.
This will cure your back pain, homes.
Ah. Painting those 22 masks is a drag, homes.
I'm tired of this assembly-line shit.
It's money in the bank, Cruzito.
Paint some rucas, homes.
It's all right, she said It's all right
- Take any,thing y,ou want from me - Take the pain away.
Hey, paint some rucas naked. Oh, man.
Ese, I don't want to spend the rest of my life...
decorating rich people's fucking living rooms.
Oh, I want to do something different, ese.
You know, the way that I see it, Cruzito...
you know, homes, you take the money and you run, vato.
Yeah. I'll peddle for you, eh.
Fuck 'em, man. I'll paint what I feel.
Fly, on, little wing
This is your bautismo, güero. We created La Onda, the seven of us.
This is the inner circle.
Everyone is a capitán and commands his own soldiers.
We all have an equal vote, but I am the elected spokesman.
This is the last time you will ever sit in this circle.
You've proven yourself, so we're admitting you into Onda.
It's a commitment for life.
As a soldier, you will answer to this council...
and carry out our orders without question.
Failure to do so is death.
Blood in...
blood out.
Please, somebody!
Juanito?
God!
Help! Somebody, please help! Help!
- Don't touch him! Don't touch him! - What's wrong, Mom?
- Leave him alone! - Mom?
Stop it! You! You did this, you bastard!
- We got to get out of here, Cruzito. -Juanito!
- There's nothing left! - Cruz!
Please bring my baby back. Please.
There's nothing we can do! If we don't get outta here, we're fucked!
Okay? Come on, please!
-Juanito? - Come on!
Please get up. Oh, come on. You can do it.
Get up. Please, son, get up!
Oh, God, no!
The Lord is my shepherd. There is nothing I shall want.
Fresh and green are the pastures where He gives me repose.
Near restful waters He leads me to revive my drooping spirit.
Surely goodness and kindness shall follow me all the days of my life.
In the Lord's own house shall I dwell...
forever and ever.
Let us begin. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Let us offer our prayers.
Beloved...
Not now! Not ever!
You are dead to me, like Juanito.
Let us pray.
Lord Jesus Christ, by Your own three days in the tomb...
you allowed the graves of all who believe in You to be made holy.
So you made the grave a sign of hope that promises resurrection...
even as it claims our mortal bodies.
Grant that our brotherJuanito may sleep here in peace...
until you awaken him to glory.
Then he will see You face to face...
and in Your light, we shall see life and know the splendour of God...
for You live forever and ever, amen.
It's okay, jefito.
You can cry if you want.
The Aryan Vanguard's been insulted.
You spics knew Big Al had an insurance policy with the AV.
So when your little lamb strays from the flock...
I'm gonna kill the boy!
I heard that.
Al deserved to die.
Besides, your AV-ers owed him more money than anybody else.
He still dies.
The council has authorized me to make a substantial cash offer...
to assure nothing happens to Miklo.
- I'm listening. - Half of Al's cash.
Eight thousand dollars.
We're now open for business.
You don't give me squat.
You don't even do business unless I say you can.
You understand?
So?
So, what are you giving on the Lakers-76ers?
Give the puto four on 76.
76ers and four points.
- Give me the Lakers for a hundred. - I'll take some of that action myself.
Miklo, if Onda's going into business, carnal...
people have to know they can trust us, so treat everybody the same.
The AV-ers control the dope, and the BGA-ers are trying to move in on them.
We'll do business with both of them.
Money knows no colour, carnal. Everybody likes to gamble.
All right, all you little old ladies. It's the milkman!
Come on. It's time to collect all that milk money.
That's all I can do. I'll give you a half point more, that's it.
- Yeah. - All right. Hey, man, that's the point spread.
- Gotta be cool, bro. - Be cool.
Christmas time. Pancho Villa.
We gotta start helping our gente get out of here.
You should be ashamed. Quit looking at boobs.
Look at a boob tube, compliments from El Mero Mero.
My BGA brothers. Pockets!
Gotta get rid of that natural look, go back to processing.
- You'll look like me, vato, huh? - Hey, how about those Raiders, chump?
It's gonna be two-for-one, bro. Two for me, and one for you!
Hey, man, don't talk to me about credit. I got debts as thick as a phone book.
Now that Mosca and Flaco are getting transferred down to Chino...
we'll have a base close to the courts in Los Angeles.
Give 'em some money so they can set up a legal fund.
- Recruit some soldiers. - You got it, jefe.
Come on! This is my parole picture, huh?
Hey! You only get paroled once, huh?
Magic. Something to remember you by. All right. Okay. Here we are now.
All right, vato. Take a picture.
Oh, come on. Hey, I got people waiting.
Ready?
You know, I grew up about ten blocks from here, but this place blows my mind, Carmen.
It looks like Hawaii, man.
My father planted this 40 years ago.
Created the whole Yucatan right here.
Carmen's the best chef in all of East Los.
- Is that right? - Uh-huh.
Suck on this liquorice stick.
It's been dipped 20 times to make you hump all night long, Paco.
With you two around, I ain't gonna need no marriage counsellor.
- I like your style, Paquito. - I'll check it out.
I know this shit is good, 'cause, like, the last batch you made...
was dynamite, man.
But the only trip is, I'm wondering if you can supply the quantity that I'll need, see?
- I mean... - First the money.
Then the honey.
All right, look. You see my homey out there?
You got nine more grand.
Now show me yours.
Get him a caja.
- Okay. - Make sure not to shake the baby food.
PCP is very explosive.
Boom!
I'd hate to lose such a handsome customer.
Mmm, Mommy. That feels good.
You might need it for later, hmm?
So did you really make this stuff? You a chemist?
I worked in a medical lab.
Hey, baby. Have you ever had a threesome?
What's the matter? Too much for you?
No, I just like business before pleasure.
- He's a fucking cop! - Rollie, get in here now!
You son of a bitch!
No!
You killed my baby! My...
- Oh, it's PCP! Don't breathe! - Motherfucker! Get this shit off of me!
Oh, shit! We gotta get you to the hospital. No, no, no.
Get me a hose! We gotta wash this stuff off. Don't breathe!
- Shit. It's a bust, ese. - God damn it.
We lost the fucking lab and Clavo's money.
That pinche loan shark's gonna shit! How we gonna pay him back now?
- We lost everything. - Mira, mira, there's Carmen, eh.
- Come on, man. Turn around. - Who's that?
- What? - Hey, she's signalling someone, man! - Hey, hey, Paco, get back here!
- We gotta wash that stuff off you! - Draw in the perimeter!
- Wilson, call it in! Block Mario in on the radar! - Police! Stop the car!
Pull over the fucking car!
Stop the car.
Put your hands on the steering wheel right now and keep your hands up!
- Let's go. Out of the car. - Careful, careful.
You two, out of the car.
Orale, that's a nice placa you got there, ese.
You should be riding with me, not fucking with me, carnal.
Don't you call me carnal, you piece of shit. I'm not your brother.
Scumbags like you are killing off our kids.
- What an example to set for the kids. - Listen, you motherfucking rat punk!
I'm gonna put you and your rat clica back in the joint, you hear me?
- You keep talking. You keep talking! - All right, all right, Paco.
- Let's... Hey! Let's go. - Check the trunk.
- Put some clothes on, man. - Hey, you got a warrant?
-Check that trunk. -What do you think you are, bulletproof?
- God damn it. Check it, Rollie. - Check the trunk.
So you think I never seen an OD before?
What's the matter? You don't recognize your own son?
- Hey, fuck you. That ain't Hector. - No, Hector's only 1 1 .
That boy's 1 3.
If your boss Savedra keeps manufacturing that shit, it'll put Hector in the cemetery too.
but you still smell like chorizo, pig.
This pig is the only thing standing between you and them...
but you ain't gonna get through me, punk.
I ain't no rata.
Yeah, you're a rat. Get up. Go.
Ladies and gentlemen, I believe my time here in this institution...
has turned me completely around, and I'm very grateful.
Now I think I can make it as a productive member of society.
Mr Velka, isn't it true that you clique with La Onda...
a group whose motto is "Blood in, blood out"...
meaning you have to kill someone in order to become a member?
I hung out with a group who were my friends from my old neighbourhood.
Our reputation grew out of defence of each other, but that's not... that's it.
Nothing more.
They didn't even listen. They fucked me.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Miklo, and make something of your life.
I don't ever want to see you in here again.
This is my daughter. Look at her.
Look at her! She was only six months old when I came here.
She grew up without me. I don't even know her.
- That ain't right, carnal. - No, it's not, but it's that way for too many of us.
That's why your parole is so important.
You've got to prove there's another way.
You got a chance to do it. I don't.
Right on, carnal. Right on.
- Thank you. - You gotta start acting like somebody who deserves parole, carnal.
Put it on the record. Earn your freedom on paper, ese.
All they got in front of them is your jacket.
You are your jacket, 'cause to them you're just a number.
Everyone who enters the joint thinks he's a man, but you know what he really is?
A number worth 30 grand a year.
They want us to come back...
and what's worse, they have us lining up to get in, ese.
We gotta turn the system around. We gotta outthink them.
Now, concentrate. Why do you deserve parole, Mr Velka?
Sir, I've been in prison almost a third of my life.
I've grown up here. I've learned to read and write here.
I earned my GED.
Mr Velka, this board's only concern...
Sir, with all due respect, look at my record.
I've worked hard to prove I deserve another chance. It's in there in black and white.
Please give me another chance.
Damn, ese, they're not that good, homes.
That's the best thing I've tasted in nine years, vato loco.
- Good to be home, carnal. - Right on, cachetón. Right on.
- That rose won't bloom in the spring. - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
No Baptist sermons, okay, homey?
It takes away the pain in my back. The Lord can't. I tried praying.
- You better still be painting. - You know it, homes. You know it.
But it's different than before.
More real.
No, hombre. Famous Apartments?
They ain't famous no more, ese. Orale, come stay with me, homes.
- I got a studio. - Nah, I gotta stay here.
Frank got me a place. And, besides, the parole board checks my address.
Thanks, Cruzito.
Any time, carnal, tú sabes.
You don't know how good it is to see you, vato.
Vato Loco forever, carnal.
Nobody home!
Quiet outside!
What the fuck's up with you?
- Milkweed. - I made it.
Hey, welcome to the barrio, homes.
Hey, Smokey!
Apache! Mudo!
Hey, homes. See my hermano?
Yeah, Carlos. Hey, he told me to tell your mom to send more coffee.
- And make sure it's, um, TC. - Shit. She never sent me nothin'.
Hey, yeah, put some clavo in it this time.
Chata! Some coffee.
So, uh, you got a place for me in this building, huh?
Uh...
Hey, you know, that didn't work out, homes.