- Lakers won in overtime, Al. - Give him a green 'un.
Why do you always bet on LA teams?
Keep paying up, Al. Everything's gonna be just fine.
- She looks bow-legged to me. - You'll always be runner-up, punk.
I'm still gonna cut that VL placa off you, sissy.
Pancho, don't be a sore loser. Get the fuck outta here.
I don't want that greaser pimp talking to you, understand?
Tomorrow's your day. 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 and he dies slowly and painfully.
Hit a man here and he dies instantly.
When you get to the kitchen, look in the largest stockpot.
Geronimo will be watching.
If you're successful, you're one of us. If you fail, you die.
Hey, no, I got that, Howie. Let a real man do the job.
All right, you slaves! I want them clean in one hour.
You! Get to work.
It's so hot!
He burned my back on purpose!
- It hurts. - I can't do nothing.
Medic's on his way.
Hey! What the fuck are you doing here?
I'm sorry, I didn't know.
- What you doing? - Nothing.
- This room is off-limits. - Shouldn't be in here, babycakes.
- What do you want? - Steel wool.
You are fucking up, letting him in. No one's meant to know.
- He does what I say, Sergeant. - I'm not risking it for some piece of ass.
You get paid plenty for your risk, right? Am I right?
- Yeah, right. - Then, get moving.
You've lots of trips.
Remember, I got a receipt for every dollar you got.
What the fuck you looking at? Stand there and don't move.
Cover that money! How long to the parking lot?
- Fifteen minutes. - Get back here in ten.
- Keep this door closed. - Don't give me orders.
Goddamn you. Don't ever come here. Get the fuck outta here.
You prick tease, swinging your little ass around like you own the joint.
Sorry, Al. I know I fucked up.
Forgive me.
I thought you were alone.
- Don't hold it against me. - Shut up!
Please...
Let me make it up to you.
I won't hold back any more.
We don't have much time. Come on.
Let's get to it.
Hurry up.
- I'm gonna lick you clean. - Do it, bitch.
Lay back and enjoy it.
- I'm all right. It was an accident. - Shit!
- I'm telling you, man. - You affiliated with La Onda?
- What? - Don't insult my intelligence.
You're Onda, he's BGA.
I know you're the gang coordinator, but you're selling a wolf ticket.
Shit.
Don't bullshit me.
Hell, I told you to keep the door...
Fucking little shit.
OK, gentlemen, it was an accident. Get back to making breakfast.
Man down! Let's go. Storage room.
Goddamn it! Sergeant, I want you to shake this place out.
I want the IDs and background on every man in here.
I wanna know who did it. Someone in here'll get 25 years.
I wanna know who did it. No lunch hour, no exercise, no rest room.
Get outta there! No nothing till I get some answers.
Until I do, you won't see the light of day.
Sergeant Devereaux! I want you to strip-search these men.
You'll get it! It's on its way!
If I don't get that book and money back, you're dead. Understand?
Your name's in that book, Bob. If I don't stay healthy, the warden will find it.
- Hey, Bob. - What?
Can I get an extra dessert tomorrow?
Shut the fuck up!
- Whose are they? - My brother's friend.
- He won't say shit. He's asleep. - You'll be in trouble if he wakes.
All right! See you later.
- He'll be pissed at you. - No, I'll kick his ass.
- Hey, Cruz... - Hey, this ain't no playground.
Oye, pendejo, know how to knock?
- It's cool. I know what's up. - It ain't cool. You don't know what's up.
You better learn or you can't come here. Understand?
I'm sorry.
Your place is great. I wanna come back.
OK, carnalito, but you can't just barge in. Go and watch TV until Mom comes.
Go upstairs and practise so you can be a badass like Bobby Chacón.
Tell Mom my back was hurting so I had to take a nap.
Yeah.
What's wrong with you? You can't do that when my carnalito's around.
- It's cool. - It ain't cool.
Come on, Crucito. Come on down.
This will cure your back pain, homes.
Painting 22 masks is a drag. I'm tired of this assembly line shit.
It's money in the bank, Crucito.
Paint some rucas, homes.
Take the pain away.
Hey, paint some rucas naked. Oh, man...
Ése, I don't want to spend my life decorating rich people's rooms.
I wanna do something different, ése.
The way I see it, Crucito,
- you take the money and run, vato. - Que no.
I'll paint 'em for you, eh?
Fuck 'em, man, I'll paint what I feel.
This is your bautismo, güero. We created La Onda.
The seven of us.
This is the inner circle.
Every one is a capitan and commands his own soldiers.
We all have an equal vote, but I'm the elected spokesman.
This is the last time you will 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 answer to this council and carry out orders without question.
Failure to do so is death.
For 500 years we've suffered the oppression of our race.
But here, by organising ourselves,
we're gonna stop this disaster.
Because this land is ours.
Blood for blood.
Blood in, blood out.
Ay, mijo. Please, somebody... Juanito.
God!
Help! Somebody, please! Help! Help!
Juanito...
- Ay, mijo... - Amá, what's going on?
Don't touch him! Leave him alone.
- You did this, you bastard! - We gotta get outta here, Crucito.
Please bring my baby back.
There's nothing we can do. Get outta here or we're fucked.
OK? C'mon, please.
- Juanito! - Come on!
"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.
"Goodness and kindness shall follow me all the days of my life.
"In the Lord's own house shall I dwell. For ever and ever. "
"Let us begin in the name of the Father... "
What do you want, traitor?
Forgive me.
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 believed 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 brother,Juanito, 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 light and know the splendour of God,
"for you live for ever and ever. Amen. "
It's OK, jefito. You can cry if you want.
The Aryan Vanguard's been insulted.
You spics knew big Al had insurance with the AV.
So when your lamb strays from the flock, I'm gonna kill the boy!
I heard that.
Al deserved to die.
Besides, your AVers owed him more money than most.
So you made out fine.
He still dies.
The council has authorised a substantial cash offer
to ensure nothing happens to Miklo.
- I'm listening. - Half of Al's cash.
$8,000. We're now open for business.
We'll give you 25% of every bet from your members.
You don't give me squat.
You don't even do business unless I say so. You understand?
So?
So? What are you giving on the Lakers-76ers?
- Give the puto four on 76. - 76ers and four points.
- Gimme the Lakers for a hundred. - I'll take some of that.
Miklo, if Onda's going into business, people must trust us.
So treat everybody the same.
The A Vers control the dope, and the BGAers want to.
Let 'em fight while we build our bank account.
We'll do business with both.
Money knows no colour. Everyone likes to gamble.
All right, old ladies. The milk man's collecting the milk money.
- I'll give you half a point more. - All right.
- That's the point spread. - Cool.
Here's some produce, freshly picked. Right outta the field.
Christmas time.
From now on I want 40% of everything set aside for legal fees.
We gotta start helping our gente get out of here.
Use 20% for presents for the carnales.
Shame on you. Quit looking at boobs. Look at a boob tube.
From El Mero Mero.
My BGA brothers. Pockets, get rid of that natural look.
Go back to processing to look like me.
How about those Raiders?
- BGA is always right. - Got a special sale for tomorrow's fight.
Gonna be two for one. Two for me, one for you!
Don't talk to me about credit. I got debts, too.
Now that Mosca and Flaco are being transferred to Chino,
we'll have a base near LA
Give 'em money to set up a legal fund and recruit soldiers.
You got it, jefe.
Come on! This is my parole picture.
You only get paroled once. Magic, something to remember you by.
We got it now. Vato, take the picture.
Come on, I got people waiting.
- Ready? - Ándale.
I grew up ten blocks from here, but this place blows my mind.
Looks like Hawaii.
My father planted this forty years ago.
Created the whole Yucatán, right here.
- Carmen's the best chef in East Los. - Right?
Suck this liquorice stick.
It's been dipped twenty times. Makes you hump all night, Paco.
With you two, I don't need no marriage counsellor.
I like your style, Paquito.
Check it out. I know this shit is good. The last batch you made was dynamite.
But can you supply the quantity I need?
First the money...
...then the honey.
Look, see my homie out there?
You got nine more grand.
Now show me yours.
Get him a caja.
- OK. - Don't shake the baby food.
PCP is very explosive.
Boom!
I'd hate to lose a handsome customer.
Mommy, that feels good.
Be careful with the chorizo.
We might need it for later.
Did you really make this stuff? You a chemist?
I worked in a medical lab. Sí, mon?
Hey, baby, you ever had a threesome?
Let's take care of the deal first.
- What's the matter? Too much for you? - I like business before pleasure.
- He's a fucking cop! - Rollie! Get in here!
You son of a bitch!
No!
You killed my baby! Burn in hell!
- It's PCP. Don't breathe! - Get this shit off me!
We'll get you to hospital. No, no, we'll wash it off.
- Shit. It's a bust, ése. - Goddamn it.
We lost the fucking lab and Clavo's money.
The pinche loan shark's gonna shit! How we gonna pay him back?
- We lost everything. - There's Carmen.
- Turn around. - Who's that?
- She's signalling something! - Get back here! I gotta wash you off!
Call in the perimeter!
Police! Stop the car!
Come out of the fucking car! Stop!
Hands on the steering wheel!
- Outta the car! - Careful, we're taxpayers, Officer.
You two, outta the car!
Órale, that's a nice placa, ése.
Ride with me, don't fuck with me, carnal.
Don't call me carnal. I'm not your brother.
Scumbags like you are killing our kids.
Get dressed. That's indecent exposure.
- What an example for the kids! - Listen, you motherfucker.
I'll put you and your rat clica back in the joint. Keep talking!
Put some clothes on!
Got a warrant?
You think you're bulletproof? Check the trunk.
- You think I never seen an OD? - You don't recognise your own son?
- That ain't Hector. - No, Hector's only eleven.
That boy's thirteen.
If your boss keeps manufacturing shit, it'll put Hector in the cemetery, too.
You may grow that hair and act like a vato, but you smell like chorizo, pig.
This pig stands between you and them, but you ain't getting through me.
I ain't no rata.
Yeah, you're a rat.
Ladies and gentlemen, my time here has turned me around.
I'm very grateful. I can make it as a productive member of society.
Mr Velka, didn't you clique with La Onda,
whose motto is "blood in, blood out", meaning you must kill to join?
I hung out with some friends from my neighbourhood.
Our reputation grew from defending each other, nothing more.
They didn't listen.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Make something of your life.
I don't want you in here again, me entiendes?
Look at my daughter. 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. - But it's that way for too many of us.
That's why your parole is so important. You must prove there's another way.
- You got a chance to do it. I don't. - Right on, carnal.
Thank you.
You gotta act like you deserve parole.
Put it on the record. Earn your freedom on paper.
All they see is yourjacket. You are yourjacket.
'Cause to them you'rejust a number.
Everyone in thejoint thinks he's a man, but he's a number.
Worth thirty grand a year.
They want us to come back. What's worse, we're lining up to come.
We gotta turn the system around and outthink them.
Concentrate. "Why do you deserve parole?"
I've been in prison a third of my life.
I've grown up and learned to read and write here. I earned my GED.
Mr Velka, our concern is to find evidence of your rehabilitation.
With respect, look at my record.
I worked to prove I deserve another chance. It's in there clearly.
Please give me another chance.
- They're not that good, homes. - That's the best I tasted in nine years.
- Good to be home, carnal. - Right on.
That rose won't bloom in spring.
No Baptist sermons, OK?
It takes away my back pain. The Lord can't.
- I tried praying. - You better still be painting.
You know it, homes.
But it's different than before.
More real.
"Famous Apartments" ain't famous no more.
- Come stay in my studio. - No, a friend got me a place.
Besides, the parole board checks my address.
Thanks, Crucito.
Any time, carnal.
- It's good to see you, vato. - Vato Loco for ever, carnal.
Nobody home.
Go away!
What the fuck's with you?
- Milkweed. - I made it.
Welcome to the barrio, homes.
Hey! Smokey!
Apache! Mudo!
This is my homeboy from prison.
Hey, homes. Seen my hermano?
Yeah, Carlos told me to tell your mom to send more coffee.
- And make sure it's... TC. - She never sent me none.
And put some clavo in it this time.
Chata! Some coffee!
So, you got a place for me in this building?
That didn't work out, homes.
The whole building's filled up.
What do I tell my parole officer?
Tell him to suck his pee-pee.
You can stay here. It's the same address.
- I got you a job. - Where's my apartment?
Just a minute, your majesty! This ain't the joint, it's the streets.
You got no choice! The parole board calls the shots here.
This is your address for three months!
La Onda can do better than this!
Rico and Luis split after a month. I'm staying here for my wife and kids.
- What about Popeye? - He takes a third of my cheque.
Everyone gets clipped to pay that loan shark, Clavo.
It ain't supposed to be like this!
- Can I get my cheque? - Larry, don't be that way.
Larry, pettiness is an ugly thing.
You can't cash that until Monday. Company will do it for ten bucks.
All right.
What you give me on the Lakers and Golden State?
Three points? Come on, Kareem is crippled.
Gimme six points and Golden State.
- What? - Barry's hurt. He's their offence.
Hang on, Larry.
So? Kareem is injured, so's Nixon.
Golden State's nothing without Barry.
Six points ain't enough.
Listen, six points or no bet.
Sorry, Larry.
All right.
Who made you the expert?
Put me down for 1200.
Yeah. 1200, Larry.
- East Los is really crowded. - Illegals pouring in from everywhere.
Guatemala, El Salvador, Ecuador, Panamá... donde sea.
- Crossroads of the Latino world, ése. - Sí, mon, ése.
- You seen Paco? - Not since Juanito died.
They don't want me around.
That's cold-blooded, carnal.
Paco's a narc, homes. Probably bust me someday.
- Man, that's fucked up! - Es la vida.
- Detective Aguilar. - Detective! Big time.
- How is it, champ? - Miklo?
- Good guess. - Are you out?
- Two weeks. - Why didn't you let me know?
After nine years in the joint, it ain't easy to call a cop.
I'm not calling about me. It's Cruz. He needs his familia.
He has no family.
That ain't right, Paco! Vatos Locos for ever, remember?
I remember when they lowered my little brother into the ground.
That changed me for ever.
I see a junkie, I think how Crucito pissed away his life and talent.
- Think about it. I gotta get to work. - Carnal, how are you doing?
- There anything I can do to help? - No.
I wanna make it outta here on my own. I really want to, carnal.
Lots of chances to go the other way, but I'm gonna make it, Paco.
- That's great, carnal. That's great. - Nos vemos.
I need the keys to the trucks.
Make sure the tyres are out and they're washed.
So you know your hoops.
Hey, turn the noise down upstairs.
What the fuck?
"Fuck The World. "
Please get outta my bed. I gotta sleep.
Later, ése.
Get the fuck outta my bed! I gotta work tomorrow!
- What's up with you? - That's my space!
Gil, there's a mistake on my cheque. I'm 150 dollars short.
- I worked overtime last week. - That's right.
I'm going to do it seven more times till you pay back the money you stole.
What? I've been totally straight with you.
I try to give you cons a break, but you see money and you steal it.
That's a lie! It wasn't me that stole from you!
You had the keys. You knew where the money was.
What?
I didn't do anything.
Wait a minute...
150 times 8 is 1200. Right?
Right?
You used my money to pay back your gambling debts!
That's a cute story. I'm gonna call the cops.
I tell 'em my version. You tell 'em yours... convict.
Hey, I'll get you some extra overtime.
Yeah, right...
So much for going straight. He has me by the balls.
He can get my parole revoked any time.
It's just to get you on your feet. You'll get something better.
Maybe I can be a priest and get some tax-free Sunday money!
I was doing better than this in the joint. It ain't worth it. There's no respect.
- Oye! Open up! - Quién es?
Ronald Reagan, asshole.
- Who the fuck are you, pendejo? - I live here! My house!
- What you say, fucker? - Easy with the gun!
Popeye, who's the white boy?
Hey, it's cool. He's crashing here.
Popeye, I said no artillery here. Get these people out.
Go change a tyre. We're talking business.
You ain't making deals and fucking up my parole!
- Come on, ése. - No, this is my house!
Crucito? Hey, Cruz.
- Where you been, ése? - Hey, Clavo. Qué pasó?
You're a tough momma to find. Where are the four Gs you owe me?
Look, homes. I gotta sell a couple of paintings. I'll get your feria.
Paintings, that's right. At least you gave me some paintings.
This baboso hasn't given me dick. Can you believe that?
What about the 30% you get from our cheques at the retread shop?
That's not what Onda's about. I ain't paying you shit!
- Shut up. I represent Onda here. - You represent yourself. You always did.
Hey, Papa, you been collecting? What about our share?
Me, too? You said you were broke!
I don't come here to hear you whining.
I'm talking about a hundred grand. In Nueva York, that wakes people up.
- Anybody got a problem with that? - No.
Then, what's the bullshit?
We're gonna do it.
I got Mudo out on the street copping some wheels and...
...we got the muscle, you just give us the plan.
You got the muscle to jack yourself off. That's it.
Watch your back or I'll put you in high heels again!
Make your move, motherfucker! I'll send you to hell with Big Al!
I ain't got time to waste on your wolf tickets, chump.
You're right, kid.
This chump can't even change his socks.
He can't... but I can.
- Hey, Clavo, wait... - What's the scam?
I need a trigger-man, white boy, not someone who punches a clock.
Wanna see who I am?
- I don't give warning shots. - The money truck or help each other?
We're few, but we're crazy!
- Miklo, don't fuck around. - Realthing...
- Miklo, this vato's big trouble. - Cállate!
You bluff in this game, you better have five aces.
In the joint I hustled more money than he dreamed of.
What's the gig?
Armoured truck at the Zody's, Saturday night. Lotta cash.
Popeye cleans his debt and gets 10%.
Chale. Armoured truck's a dumb deal. Too dangerous.
Not this one, smart boy. The driver's a customer.
Don't interfere, white boy.
OK. We'll do it.
But it's 50-50. And you wipe out Cruz's debt.
Don't get fucked up in this bullshit. Stay straight!
No sermons, remember? This is who I am.
So, do we gift-wrap this sucker for you, or do you walk away empty-handed?
60-40.
Realthing handles the cash.
You get the guns and a car. Apache's driving.
Me and Smokes'll back up Realthing.
- OK, I can deal with that. - You're gonna have to.
- Hey, what about me, fucker? - You're out of it, asshole.
It's payback time, Popeye.
I'm gonna take back my rent money. With interest!
Órale. Let's have a drink, ése.
Detective Aguilar? Delivery from El Tepeyac.
- I got you, man. - No way.
- I knew it was you. - Check out Manuel's special.
Is this a nuclear accident burrito? Something for us till lunch.
"Us"? You mean the two of you.
I'm an undercover cop. I'm working on my character look.
- A fat undercover cop. - Does this look real or fake?
- Real. Right? McCann. - Oye, narco.
- You like busting dope dealers? - Oye, pendejo. It's my lunch hour.
- Big deal tomorrow. Zody's on Whittier. - Who is this?
Look for a blue Econoline van with 20 keys of coke inside.
- You'll be on the 6 o'clock news. - Oh, yeah? Who is this?
If shit goes down, we're gonna be two sorry assholes without back-up.
How many times we done this and nothing's happened? A lot. Relax.
Have a doughnut.
- I already have one. - Have another. Look at these.
What a dick.
Dick and asshole. That's all you call me. What's my name? Dick Asshole?
Hey, blue Econoline van. That your guy?
I don't know.
- Do you see a connection? - No.
Two Latino males in front, more in the back. Don't know how many.
- That's a lot for a dope deal. - Wait a minute.
Shit! They're gonna take the money and the dope.
No, there's an armoured truck. Shit, this is a heist! Call it in!
2-11 in progress, Zody's on Whittier!
Look out!
C'mon!
I got you covered! Let's go!
Shit! Apache, cover me!
- What they doing here? - Apache, wait!
Shit.
- Two of them heading south. - Call it in!
- It's me, carnal! - Miklo?
What the fuck are you doing?
- Gimme the gun, carnal. - No way!
- I can help you. - I ain't going back, Paco!
You owe me this one, Vato Loco!
No! Miklo, wait! I can't!
- Stop! Police! - Fuck you, detective!
Stop or I'll shoot!
Cruz, when you gonna finish messing with that shit?
You painted it about twenty times.
- C'mon, let's ride the horse. - We got an intruder.
Oh, shit, homes, it's John Wayne.
"You're just a bunch of chavalas and I can whip all you Chicanos. "
So what you want?
Not much, carnalito.
"Hey. How are you?" Things people usually say who care about each other.
After seven years of nothing, not even a fucking card,
you want hospitality?
There's a can of chinga a tu madre right there. Help yourself.
Did you say, "Hey, homes!" to Miklo before you shot him?
He was a shooter in a robbery. I was doing my job.
- You can't kill innocent people. - You're a pinche traitor, puto!
- Fuck you! - Hey, cálmala! Fucking relax!
Hey, leave him alone!
Fuck you, wimp!
Don't come here unless you're gonna bust me.
Who said you could use my little brother in your painting?
He's my carnalito, too!
Don't use him as an excuse to wreck your life. You don't have that right.
I don't have the right, huh? Fucking right I don't.
I don't have that fucking right. You want him out my painting?
There he is! Ahí está, toma! Take it, man! Come on!
Juanito always loved me more than you. Tú te creías muy chingón.
You were too much of a badass to love him. Just like you are now.
- You kill your own people! - No!
Don't ever say that again. I let you once.
Qué, puto? You gonna kick my ass?
Let's get down! C'mon, you're the badass!
- I don't wanna fight. - Do what? Bust me?
Well, gabacho, do your job!
Do your fucking job!
Look at this.
Look at that.
Must be from Quentin, huh?
- Hey, he's the guy... - PCP bust. That's Popeye Savedra.
Miklo's connected to him.
"La Onda. A toda madre, o un desmadre. "
- What's Onda? - No, La Onda.
It's your destiny. Like a wave nothing can stop.
- Madre means mother, so... - It's more complicated.
This is heavy shit. A toda madre: everything is perfect.
It's like your mother's love.
Un desmadre: it's like you have no mother.
Absolute hatred. Complete destruction.
In other words, you win it all or lose everything.
Sweet bunch of guys.
This fat pig, Popeye. He's gotta be their leader.
Look at the way they're grouped around him.
Hey, Aguilar. That con you blasted is out of surgery.
He's gonna be easier to catch now.
Nurse, could you give me a minute, please?
Por la Virgen, I did not know that...
Don't talk about La Virgen or Vatos Locos for ever.
That all died when you pulled the trigger.
How did it all get so fucked up, man?
That pinche badge, ése.
You owed me, vendido.
Who's the sell-out?
You tell me you're going straight, then you point a. 357 at me
and two guys are dead on the ground.
I'd have given you anything. But you can't take away what I am.
You chose the wrong side. There's too many of us. You'll lose.
No, I don't forget where I'm from or who I am.
That's what keeps me going every day.
- You don't want to hear the truth. - What truth?
This? Is La Onda your truth?
Punks like Popeye with their PCP,
or you robbing Zody's and killing innocent people?
- That's your truth, I don't wanna hear it. - Get out! You're not my blood!
I'm cutting you off like they did my leg.
You don't exist for me any more.
Miklo! What's up? Looking good, homie!
Hopalong, tell Carlos to stop fucking with my business or he's dead.
- Not in public. - No junkie gonna rip off my customers.
Velka. Time to lock up.
Mira, mira. It's the bionic man.
- Carlos, what's with the BGA? - Cheap conversation. Sore losers.
- Just flapping their crow wings. - Pockets is on the warpath.
The customers know quality. He's been selling them baby powder.
I don't have all day. Get in.
- Hey, Mágico. We're gonna be celleies. - Órale.
Move here, let me get the cuffs.
Órale, that's a badass paño.
You been burning quills. You're getting good.
It's yours.
My "home sweet home" picture.
At least this bum leg got me something.
I get to work at the law library.
What's that mad-dogging between Carlos and the BGA?
The vato's got one sweet cocaine connection.
- He's moving in on Pockets' customers. - How did he connect?
Nobody knows. But it's dynamite shit. Pure Bolivian flake.
Montana just watched Carlos jump in?
Plata talks. Carlos is recruiting lots of soldiers.
And buying influence on the council to neutralise Montana.
- Says it's his own trip, not Onda's! - That's bullshit!
Personal trips are fucking Onda up.
I saw out on the streets that we're cutting our own throats.
Damn, your leg, carnal. It's too soon to be walking on it.
Long way up. But they're not gonna put me on the first tier without...
...my carnales.
Your cousin did that? That's disgusting!
- You should put a hit on that puto. - No, he's mine.
His payback's gonna take time.
I'm gonna make him sorry...
he fucked with me.
- Hey, puto. - What the fuck you doing, chorizo?
Trying to jump-start your memory. Turn around.
- Where the fuck is Popeye Savedra? - He took off.
Right after Zody's, right? You were in on that, too.
- You know these putos? - No. No way.
And La Onda. Isn't that what the snake tattoo means?
- Isn't that what it means? - I dunno what you're talking about.
I'll tell you. You're a two-time loser, Smokey.
Another and you'll be locked up for good.
Tell me about Onda or you'll never see the streets again.
If I talk, I'm dead meat. I ain't telling you shit!
It's baby powder, baboso.
Write down every word I say. Ask if you don't understand.
I'll answer just once, so write it down.
Habeas corpus precedents, cruel and unusual punishment here.
- You can also help on Duran Decree. - How much can you charge?
You must know what you're doing first.
Ajailhouse lawyer earns as much as a mid-level attorney on the street.
I'm gonna live in here.
- Jerry, I don't mean to be nosy, but... - Then don't be.
All right, what is it?
I just wondered...
...you own all those hardware stores, how come you're in here?
Eleven tons of Colombian weed, twelve keys of heroin
and a pilot that turned state's evidence.
Chingao. Big time.
- I just want you to handle my case. - Hurry up,Jerry.
- Got an appointment? - I'm paying you a lot of feria.
- Make an appointment. - You should work overtime on my case.
Cool out or get out. George, table.
Miklo. Take off your leg and hook down some high books.
Hey, I'm just kidding. Come here.
Relax. I got medicine to make you well.
If you're in pain, come and talk to me.
You should talk to El Mero Mero.
Think about the future, not the past. Montana's not God.
Tomorrow I'll give Onda the chance to move into the driver's seat.
Don't be left behind.
I cut a sweet deal with the AVers.
They'll supply me with all the dope,
as long as I sell only to blacks and browns.
What do you have to give in return to the Polar Bears?
I gotta plug up the BGA pipeline. Take 'em outta the dope business.
It's simple. Me and my soldados take care of Pockets.
My brother Smokey takes out Cheap Times, their supply joint in LA
All I need from the council is back-up.
In return I'll give Onda a third of my profits.
It's a sucker's deal. Como siempre.
The Aryans want a war between black and brown.
- We got a truce with the BGA. - Why play the sheep with mayates?
The market is there. Cocaine is America's cup of coffee.
I make so much feria, Miklo's gambling looks like change.
We don't start wars to become dope pushers.
You even addicted some of our soldados to coca.
We should protect our people, not destroy them.
Look at his arms. He loves that shit more than he loves us.
- He'll destroy La Onda. - Enough words.
We've come so far. You want to go back to bumming cigarettes, ése?
- You wanna shine shoes? - La Onda don't shine shoes.
We will if we don't move now! I wanna own the whole store.
- Are you with me? - I say chale. You're not the leader.
I say Onda's not with you. Do it without us.