Whats the difference between East LA and LA?
- It's a different country. - Hope it works better than in Vegas.
It's got to. it's home.
- There's nothing like this in Vegas. - I dreamed of these for 18 months.
18 months!
Say hello to your mother. Stay out of trouble!
Jesse! I'm going to need a trim, homes.
Miklo, tell those wetbacks to step on it or! won't pay them.
- Didyou hear me? - [heard you.
Get moving. I got more trucks coming.
You ordered too much.
1,500 bucks of mud. Tell 'em to do it or they pay.
Tell 'em yourself.
Don't take a Mexican's side over your father.
- Fuck you! - Ungrateful punk. I kept you outta jail.
Work with them. I'll get a man to run this crew.
You son of a bitch!
Find yourself another slave, Dad! I'm goin' home!
You're fired! I'll call your probation officer!
I wish I could've seen your father's face.
You beat him up. Ay, Dias m/o.
Miklo, he'll kill me if he finds you here.
He won't touch you again, Mama.
I know that cabrdn. He'll turn you in.
Miklo. Help me. Do me up.
Ifthejudge knows you're here, he'll stop my cheque. I need that money.
Cold hands!
Mommy, in six little days... Bingo! I'm home free.
What's this bingo? What happens in six days?
Mi cump/eafias June 28th.
My birthday, remember? I'll be off probation.
A birthday. Ooh, eighteen.
Qué macho, qué g £18,001'
To me you're always going to be my little chava/fto.
I'm late. Beto hates to wait.
Miklo, you can stay with Aunt Dolores, huh? We'll drop you.
Dolores.
Dolores! Say “hi” to your nephew.
My little blond one!
Ay, mijo. So good to see you.
You're so tall.
- How long are you here? - For good.
Your probation's over?
No, he's got a birthday coming up.
Look... I gotta go.
Miklds gonna stay with you, OK?
- Why? - Because you have much more room.
I love you, n/fio.
You're my sister, but I'm tired of taking care of you.
I can't live like you. Your life would drive me crazy.
Ora/e, the Pillsbury doughboys back in town.
Back for good.
Thought you was never coming back.
I always come back to East Los.
Couldn't hang with your white-boy daddy?
Paco, Miklds gonna be staying with us a while. Make room for him.
Cha/e/ Only a woman shares my bed and TV.
This puta stays in the garage.
Oh, yeah?
You know what, Mr... “Cha/e”? You're not the rooster here.
This is my house. Me ent/endes?
Miklds your cousin.
Take this bill to Mano and tell him to pay it this afternoon.
Keep the blankets over your head
or your fluorescent skin gonna keep me awake.
Check out this “Three P”, ése.
Since when do we let Tres Puntos get away with that shit, homes?
Three P are just paint sniffers that sneak in at night.
- They don't know about shit, ése. - They are shit, ése.
- Why the fuck you come back? - 'Cause you owe me five bucks.
I came back to collect it...with interest!
I'm gonna kick your ass, Milkweed.
Come on,jolly Green Giant!
Ora/e, m/jo. This is Quetzalcoatl, the great Aztec poet king.
He ruled the kingdom ofAztlén that went from Mexico to Califas.
- Sexy mamasata/ - Pay attention, pe/ao.
I'll teach you about Aztlén
'cause this vato' s coming back to reclaim the raza's kingdom. Watt/la!
- Peru, why you put my initials on it? - Because we did it together, ése.
Cha/e, ése, you can't sneak up on us with feathered watchdogs on duty.
E/ Gal/o Negro looks pretty mean, ése. I'll put some fer/a on him.
- Orale, watcha! El Miklo! - Crudto'.!
What's happening? When d'you parachute in, Milkweed?
- Today, from Vegas. - High roller, a qué?
- Miklo. - Ha/a, tfo Mano.
What you doing here? How's your father?
- He's...he's OK. - Your fef/ta?
My mom wants you to pay that.
When you gonna pay your share?
Che/e. I'm on the Cal Mart Pay-As-You-Can Plan.
What about the Corps? Recruiter Bentley's waiting for you.
I won't take orders from ajar-head like you. Forget it.
You're my stepfather, not my commanding officer.
As long as you eat and sleep in my house, don't talk to me like that!
Show respect.
- Venga, m/jo. - I wanna stay with Cruz.
- Have you done your homework? - Yeah.
In the truck.
Take it easy on Mano. He just wants you to work.
He's your dad, not mine. Let him tell you what to do.
- Don't mad-dog me. - So does that ranf/a burn?
- It's a customer's ride. - That's bullshit.
- Where you wanna go, Vegas, vato? - El Pino.
That tree is East Los to me.
It's good to be home.
Que no? My paintings made it to the finals.
- You really made it? - Si,' man, I'm still in.
- You'll win. You're the best. - Not bad for a Chicano, eh?
You still have your quills and inks?
Get down,james Brown. Put the needle in. I want my VL tattoo.
Hey, look in the mirror, giiero. Does it snow in LA?
Does a white boy get a VL p/acazo? No, he don't.
I'd have one if I had stayed.
You w0uldn't have shit, Milkweed. It don't wash off.
First sign of trouble you'll run back to your white-boy daddy in Vegas.
Wait till your number's called. You'll get one.
The cops! The cops!
Fuck, man, I'm on probation.
- Ponte trucha. - P/nchejurag always fucking with me.
Hello, Officer!
What seems to be the problem, sir?
- Bumper clearance must be 10 inches. - Oh, really?
You in the car. Registration? Licence?
You do this to people in Beverly Hills?
Take off the glasses, please.
You look familiar. You got a record?
Yes, sir. He's got a great record. The Black Rooster. Thirteen KOs.
Paco Aguilar, E/ Gal/o Negro. He's got a great right uppercut.
You used to train at the boys' club.
Second division, Golden Gloves.
- Till he broke his wrist. - Yeah, I remember.
- This your car? - I just painted it, sir.
What do you think?
It looks nice.
Listen...just raise the bumper a few inches, OK?
Like your uppercut.
- Thank you. We will, sir. - That's all righLjoe. Let's go.
Without that badge we'd see who hassles who, eh?
- Shut the fuck up. - Don't use my boxing any more.
Don't be stupid. He saved our asses.
I let you push my hat off, but keep out of my business
before I put you down, Milkweed.
Come on. Let's get this ranf/a back.
You know it.
- You hungry, Miklo? - I got the munchies, homes.
When we get back to the canto?) we'll get some refifno.
Come here.
Check it out, homies.
- Who is it? - Tres Puntog ése.
- In our own fucking alley. - C hfngada, T/"es Puntos, ése.
- Fuckers crossed our lines. - In dead man's land. Got a blade?
- Just my dick in my pants. - We gotta do something!
We gotta do something? Do something, rooster. You're ready.
Shut the fuck up.
You want your p/acaza so bad? Show me the colour inside you.
What the fuck's wrong with you?
That's what I thought. Yellow.
- Watch me,jolly Green Giant! - Hey, kamikaze!
Miklo, wait! Hey, p/nche coco, man. This ain't no p/nche card game, ése.
Hey, life's a risk.
What the fuck's he doing, ése?
Watt/la, watt/la! Milkweed's got some balls.
He's gonna start some trouble.
- Hurry up, ése. - Why? You got a date?
Let the homeboy get down.
Fuck these punks. I'm taking over this barrio.
Get down, demon. Throw that puta sign on these punks.
They can't bust a grape. They can't kick no dust.
Shit!
Viva Vatos Locos!
I'm gonna fuck you up, you motherfucker!
Get in the car!
Spider! Paint our wall, we'll paint your ass.
Why did you bust up our ride, punk?
Fuck you, Candelaria, we're taking over this barrio!
Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me pleasure to announce the winners
of the Los Angeles Schools Annual Art Competition.
The first is from Lincoln High School, Cruz Candelaria.
Come up here, Cruz.
Well, here's your plaque. Your Award of Honour.
Much more important than this plaque, however, I want to give you this.
Your scholarship from the LA College of Design.
May you have tremendous success in the future.
I want to thank especially m/abue/fto... my grandfather,
my father, my step-mum, Dolores, who I love very much,
y 10s Vatos Locos.
Vivan Ios Vatos Locos!
Deeper, ése. Make it last.
You want me to hold you down?
Ay, ay, ay, ay! Don't cry, tough guy!
Hey! You almost done? I need you to stitch my khakies.
This afternoon I got my prize. Now you get yours.
Your blue eyes are turning brown, ése.
A deeper brown.
This is it, ése.
No return to Fantasyland where the Cat never catches Tweetie Bird.
Chale, not here, ése.
Now you home with us...
...and defend the barrio.
Vatos Locos for ever.
For ever.
Baptise him.
Now we're brothers till death.
What you did was cool, jacking up those jokers.
Cool, eh? Ora/e.
Nobody went to City Hall except to pay fines or bail someone out.
Didn't I say he'd be important?
Si.' Crucito, you are a lone stallion among mules.
You gonna become a legend like Pancho Villa orjoaquin Murieta!
To my father!
This is my party, so have a good time!
Frankie, lend me your brother's GTO.
You think I'm a pendeja?
Cu/ero, see who paints that portrait of your girl like you wanted me to?
You promised!
Don't stain Frankie's back seat!
Or the front seat... or anywhere else, vato/
Thought you'd be at this thing.
Guess what? I got Frankie's brother's GT.
- You did? - Yeah, you know it, m/ja.
What's up? You didn't show up at the thing.
- You didn't tell me the time. - Ah, let's dance.
Let's get outta here.
Hey, where's Cruz going. Come here!
- Where you going? - Come back.
- He's gonna open a present. - Qué?
Oh, s/f baboso, like you don't know... Come on!
- I'll take you on. - OK, put up your dukes.
Hit him with the right!
Bobby Chacén rises and dusts Chucho Castillo. Picks him up, spins him around!
Your skin is so soft, more/vita.
Will you paint my picture?
Te voy a pintar, mija.
Gonna paint you like an Aztec princess.
Lookee, Iookee. Can I have some?
I like mine rare.
What door do I pick?
Ch/ngaasputas/ This ain't your turf.
Get him out!
No!
Get back! Gimme a piece of that fucker!
Give this l/ato Loco a joyride!
Let's teach them a lesson. They ain't gonna fuck with us no more.
I'm taking this VL p/aca/ it's mine forever!
What are you kids doing?
Get your ass back inside, Pops, 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 under anaesthetic. I gotta go back.
Your son has multiple contusions, a broken vertebra...very serious.
When will we know he's OK?
His spleen is injured. I gotta stop the bleeding.
Ifit's infected he'll be in a longtime. I'm sorry, it's all I can say now.
- What happened? - Vémonos.
Tres Puntos are gonna pay big time.
Shut up! They'll be waiting. We'll hit 'em tomorrow morning.
- In the daylight? it's Sunday. - They ain't going to Mass, pendeja.
Gimme that. You don't think I want 'em?
I got some poison for a spider, but tomorrow.
Hey, Paco. Cool it, ése.
What are you doing?
- We can't let those punks... - Get outta here!
- Who are you fighting? - Tres Puntos/
-just yourselves! - Don't talk to him like that.
What you doing to my family?
I'm your family! We should take care of each other.
We do nothing. We are nothing.
Paco!
- No, Miklo... - I'm sorry, r127.
I like the country, ése/
Hey, Coolaide, put that little fa/apefio back in your pants.
I was just walking our new territory.
We're the new landlords. Vato Locos are finished.
Check out the new view, homies!
I'm gonna build myself a righteous pad here.
Swimming pool, white picket fence and shit.
Hey,joker! You got a fine mamac/ta. Save me some!
- Come here. - They're watching.
- Come here, baby. Gimme some. - No.
Check it out, Spider.
- It's the punk from the alley. - Hey, Spider!
He must be crazy to come here.
You cut my carnal' I'm gonna jack you up, puto!
Leave him alone, chava/es/
What do you want to do?
Célmenle, homes.
Pay your dues to me, pinche mamén.
You wanna throw down, puto? Come and get some!
Fuck you! Come and get another p/acaza, badass!
I'm gonna cut your fucking eye out!
Then fuck these other vatog ése/ Get up, Chuckie, get up!
You fuck with my flvm/I/a, you gotta answer to me.
Come on! Toe to toe.
Let's go, motherfucker!
Let's see what kind of man you are in daylight!
- You scared of me? - I'll catch you on the rebound, punk.
I'm gonna squash you like the p/nche bug you are!
Die, motherfucker!
- Where you going? Get up. - My rib's broken.
You ain't talking so bad now, ése.
- My rib! - Wanna know how it feels?
Wanna know how it feels to get stuck, puto?
Come on. Get up.
Get up!
What you running for, bitch?
Shouldn't have done that to my brother.
Know what I meanjellybean?
You wanna dance? I know a tune called stick and cut.
You like dancing the stick and cut, ése?
Miklo, hold him down, vato.
Look at him!
Property of Vatos L 060s
In case the dog catcher wants to know.
Let him up, Milkweed.
Hey,jorge! We got him for Crucito! He's marked for life!
- H/jo de la ch/ngada. - Paco, no!
Cruz is alive!
When the dog goes belly-up he's finished, cha/e.
Yeah. Look at him. The dog is belly-up.
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Get in the car!
D I e, p/nche puto/
No! He's dead!
Let's go home!
- Shit! - Where's he hit, man?
Charlie, get his shirt off!
Take it easy, Miklo. Blood's everywhere. He's hurt bad.
What the fuck are you doing? Watch the corner!
- You gonna kill us, Paco! - Shut up! I gotta get him to hospital!
No! People die there!
What you worried about? We're going to County.
No! Let me out! I ain't going to hospital!
Miklo, don't move!
- The cops! - Let's get outta here!
- Oh, shit! - Brace yourselves!
Hang On!
He's still there, vato/
You cry, we die! Shut up!
- Come on, homes. Step on it! - He's gaining on us!
- They gonna beat us. - They ain't doing shit! Watt/la!
- I showed that puta a Chicano U-turn! - Puro ricochet!
There's no fura in this town that can do a Chicano U-turn!
Right on.
You just hang on tight, Miklo. You gonna be free as a bird, vato.
They're down on Floral! Lose the cohetes/
- This is your poppie's shotgun. - Throw it out!
Relax, es mfba/'rfo, those pfrzche tourists ain't gonna get nobody.
Watt/la. I gonna surprise those putos on Indiana Street.
Me l0 pe/o, tourists!
Look out!
Gog
Come on, Miklo, we gotta go.
Run, carnal, run.
Vatos Locos for ever, carnal. Leis go'.!
Come on!
Shit!
Show me your hands!
My cousin is shot, homes, you gotta...
- Get against the car! - Help my cousin.
- He's hurt. - Stand up!
- My cousin's shot. - Don't move.
Get up against the car. Go'. Move'. Cuff 'em.
- Help him, he's... - Get against the car.
Paco! Paco!
Paco!
- Another fish tank in from LA - Yeah. Two down, one to go.
Keep the pace. Keep it going, man. Come on.
Cmon, Ryder, one more time, man.
Come on, man. Come on, Ryder.
What the fuck we got here?
Fucking fresh fish, man.
58-271.
Velka, D69-345.
What you strolling for? Move it along.
It's a longtime since I had a West Texan bitch. Wanna be my lady?
Black Baby! This bull's been crowded up a longtime.
I hope they put him in with me.
Blue Eyes? Look what I got for you.
You don't listen to anybody but me. I'm the boss.
Do you understand? Now, walk!
Go through the door with the white sign.
You'll be unchained, then drop your drawers.
And you'll be home. Welcome to San Quentin.
- Name? - Cunny.
- Number? - I don't remember, sir.
Learn it!
Sweeney, 856-213.
Robson, 828-90.
Move it up. Let's go!
- ...short hairs. - Do anything you want.
Look what Grandpa got you!
- Doesn't he look good? - Yeah.
Hey, homes, that operation makes you look good as new.
- Wait till you see your surprise. - Surprise?
Just around the corner.
Can you believe it?
The Corps is making a man of him.
- Hey, carnal - How is it, champ?
- I'll walk from here. - No, Cruz, no...
- You think you should? - Oh,yeah, I'm... Ama'?
Do me a favour. Let me and Paco walk to the car.
- Fine. We'll go. - Can I go with you?
I'll see you in a minute, OK? Go with Mama.
He doesn't look so good.
You all right, man?
P/nchep/erna, homes.
Let me do it.
More.
- There we... - Those help you?
They don't do shit. Morphine's the ticket, though.
Can't run, can't sleep, can't play the accordion...
- Hope I can still paint, carnal - You will, carnal.
A fucking marine, ése... Gee!
It was either this orjail.
After boot camp, I'm not sure it was a good deal.
Lot better than Miklo, homes.
Poor little Milkweed.
Wanna buy some cigarettes?
- What's happening? How are you? - Ha/a, pretty! You blond all over?
Get your hands off me, faggot!
How his blue eyes light up when he's mad...!
Leave me alone, man.
I'll kill you, bitch!
Oh... You will?
Where you get that p/aca, Bo Peep?
I'm from Pico Aliso.
Hey, Cinderella. Go find yourselfa fella.
You're on the clock and midnighfs coming.
You got the wrong man.
What's your name, giiero?
- Miklo Velka. - I'm Popeye.
You know my cousin, Chuey Savedra?
El Chuey? He's my carnal!
There's some vatos you should meet.
Most of these cons don't click. TheyTejust doing time.
It's the gangs that run this place.
See the black dude with the comb? That's Bonafide. He runs the BGA.
The Black Guerrilla Army.
Don't take nothing from him or you'll get a Black Power comb through the heart.
Those polar bears... that's Aryan Vanguard.
The AVers control the dope trade.
They do killings, anything for the right price.
- I can't wait for my money. - Why not take it out in trade?
You always like Tinkerbell. She's fine.
You bet cash, you lose cash, you pay cash.
Pimpmobile. Soon. Or I'll have to hire Red Ryder and his AV Boys.
To cut some fat of? your tongue.
Or would you swap for some of that tender white meat?
You can pay your bets with that.
Suave, AI.
I'll pay you what I owe, but don't scare me with your AV insurance policy.
I got a policy with Ryder, too. He won't mess with a good customer.
Since business is so good, I'll raise the rent on both you lame-ass fucks.
Fuck him.
Just two, it's over.
Why let him disrespect you like that?
- Take it easy. - You wreck it for the others.
I'm just showing this homeboy around. it's Miklo from my barrio.
You're the sucker that dusted Spider?
If it's a rep you're looking for, killer...
...then I'm the man you want.
Mira. Tres Puntos like Spider... Oh, I'm the bogeyman.
He pissed in his pants.
- Come on. - Get out or I'll make you my bitch.
- He's Tres Puntog ése. - That's street bullshit, ése.
It's different in a joint.
We click together for power to protect ourselves.
So anyone strong enough to stand with La Onda is OK.
- What's that? - Don't ask.
- There's smokes for you. - I don't smoke cigarettes.
That's like cash.
- Got something else. Someju-ju weed. - I smoke that.
Can I keep you under my wing?
- I'll take care of you. - OK.
We're homeboys, right?
White bitch, gimme some chon-chon!
- Stay away from me. - Nothing's for free here.
OK.
That's right. Give it up.
Want it the hard way?
You want me to rape you, puto?
Let's see the colour of your blood, gabacho.
I'm gonna cut that fucking p/aca offyou. You ain't no Vato Loco.
Release him!
Like I told you.
Keep your business off this tier.
- Si,' man. - Pimping don't belong in La Onda.
We're better than that.
My business is separate from La Onda.
- Mac/era. You're part of the c/ica. - I was Onda before you were.
Me ent/endes? Keep your whores in the rec room.
Keep that fucking thing in there.
Come on, I got once-a-year special on pork chops!
This shit will make you impotent, but you ain't going to no prom.
Eat up, folks. Eat up.
Shit, man. That's just fat. Gimme another chop.
I'm afraid not, unless you got a carton of smokes...
- Motherfucker! - Allah is blushing.
- I ain't no Muslim. - How about a wager on the game?
Your odds stink. I want another chop.
Move on before I carpet my cell with your black skin.
What's the hold-up?
Johnson, move it!
Punk-ass motherfucker!
All the rest of you, get 'em while we got 'em.
There's your chop. You happy now?
Now for my brown brother. Sorry, no tortilla.
Wait. There's a ray of sunshine in all that darkness.
Come up here, sweetness.
- You're keeping these beaners waiting. - Move it, white boy!
- What's the hold-up? - it's OK, Sarge, he was out of line.
Gimme your tray, homes.
You're catching a ride on the wrong train.
You oughta be ahead ofthosejungle bunnies.
- I take no free tickets on no one's train. - You take a ticket or get run over.
It's better to ride up front, first class, with the white folks.
Know what I mean?
Flirt on your own time, Albert.
She's jealous.
- Where's my chop? - No more.
- I want my fucking chop, puerco. - Be courteous. We've run out.
I know you got more back there.
One of the kitchen detail may sell you one.
- I ain't buying what's mine. - You know the trip, homes. No freebies.
Hey, tough guy! You want a write-up?
Maybe you wanna go to lock-up?
Move it! We got ten minutes. Let's eat.
You sold our meat. You been doing that shit too long.
We ran out. Move on, fly catcher. There's hungry men behind you.
I'll fold your bluffing hand some day, you motherfucker.
In your dreams, Pedro, in your dreams.
Where the fuck you think you're trespassing?
- What? - I thought you wanted it.
- What? - My chop.
I don't want his pork chop.
I want his life.
- What do you want, vato? - I have to speak with E/Mera Mero.
Go play with the polar bears or the mayates
- Here, it's est/la Ta/uca. - What's To/uca?
It's the Aztec ball court,
where you lose...you die.
Want me to drop you, white boy?
Go on, drop me. I ain't afraid to die. Come on! Come on!
It w0uldn't happen if you were here with Daddy.
Fuck you.
I want to join La Onda.
You speak Spanish, giiero.
- So do parrots. - I'm in here for packing up a carnal
I killed a T/"es Puntos who was gonna take out my partner. 50y Chicano.
Chicanos killing Chicanos is what they want.
Blacks and Chicanos killing each other. 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.
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 life I've been kept out. Know what that feels like?
Knowing you're a Chicano and no one accepts you 'cause your skin's white?
My mom's as brown as you.
My white dad tried to beat every ounce of her outta me.
But he c0uldn't do it. Chicands not a colour.
It's the way you think and live.
And ifyou're willing to give up your life for a carnal
I'm hereto do that. Use me. Use this.
How, giiero?
You said everything's based on colour.
I can go where you can't, 'cause I'm white on the outside.
But I'm brown on the inside... to the bones.
The only way into La Onda is to take on one of our enemies.
In your case, someone big we can't hit without losing a lot of carna/es
- Cha/e. - Give me a chance.
Trust me just one chance.
I'm ready.
Respect is everything, giiero. You ready to die for it?
We'll see.
Blood in, blood out.
You understand?
Completely.
Start breakfast at 4.30 a.m. Dinner at two. You're on pots and pans.
- With the niggers. - Thanks! I'll take what I can.
- Whatever you say. - That' s fight, baby cake.
I knew you'd wise up.
- That pimp can't do what I can. - Sounds nice.
Hey, Gil. I got that protein powder for Ryder.
See that? Learn to treat me right and you get it all.
Food, coffee, cigs, drugs... Cmon over here.
Hey, get outta here.
It's off-limits to all but me and the staff.
- Hey, you like that? - That's nice.
Yeah, so's this.
- This where your goodies are? - Some of 'em.
- Pinto beans. - No pintos for you, baby.
Nothing but Texas barbecue.
- How about it, sweet cheeks? -just remember, AI.
I fuck who I want, when I want.
All right. Take it easy. it's all right.
You treat me right...everything's gonna be crimson and clover.
Popeye tried to take it. I 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 HOW, COITIG on.
- You wild little bitch. - lt'sjust a sample.
- I'm gonna fuck your brains out. - When I'm ready, AI.
When I'm ready.
Ay, m/jo, the prices... They're so high.
Prices mean nothing unless they sell.
- I've been looking for you. -just saying goodbye to my family.
- Crucito, make us proud. - You know it, apa'.
Hey, Cruz. Buy me a low rider when you're rich.
Low rider!
Come with me. People want to meet you. Circulate.
You're the artist.
You make them look so noble. So...
mfuerte.
I paint what I see. You really like it, huh?
I must take him to a press photo. I'll bring him back.
All right.
Janis, what are you doing?
- They were gonna buy... - They're window shoppers.
Tonight is strictly business.
Yeah, so?
They went in. How come they went in?
We both have a lot at stake. Don't let them blow it.
Lo comprende?
Your names are not on the list. it's invitation only.
We don't need our names on a list. That's my face up there.
It doesn't matter. Miss Weinstock has to okay it.
Enjoy yourselves. There's my invitation, OK? Gracia;
- it's OK, Belinda, it's all right. - it's OK, Belinda!
What's happening, Locos?
Crucito. Congratulations. Come out for a taste.
Ora/e, Gilbert, in a minute, homes.
Check out the carrucha.
Cruz Candelaria... this is big time, homes.
Why'd you bring that fool?
Hey, it's too bright in here, ése. Too much white.
Hey, Crucito, what happened to our invitation?
- Are you ashamed of Frankie? - Si.'
I'm glad you came, but why'd you bring Gilbert?
He smells money from across town. He came to help you spend it.
Shit, I can't pay him now. I only got ten bucks.
- With those prices? - I ain't sold nothing.
We should jack up a few of these mar/cones
- I got the guy in bell-bottoms. - Be cool. I'm trying to hold it together.
He wants payback, then he'll give us credit.
- Shh, quiet. - No!
Relax. Here, have some p/sto.
I'll see what I can do.
- He'll take this price. - I'm not negotiating. it's a steal.
- He'll probably pass. -That'll be his loss.
Janis, can you help me with a cash advance?
- I've already given you three. - I need some money.
What use is a show if I don't sell anything?
Most of your paintings are already reserved by important collectors.
- What? - You'll be sold out by the end of tonight.
Sold out? All of it?
Then why can't I get some money tonight?
Doesn't work that way. The cheques go to the accountant.
No, I need some money tonight, you understand?
Come on. I sold out, so I deserve some.
You've a great career ahead of you. Don't let it go in the garbage.
Think about it when you're getting high tonight.
No Baptist sermons,janis. Strictly business, remember?
Thank you.
- I got a hot tip, AI. How's my credit? - Ryder, your credit's as firm as...
Don't be that-a-way.
- Nothing like popping that cherry, eh? - Red Ryder, your mouth...
- Lakers won in overtime, AI. - Give him a green 'un.
Why do you always bet on LA teams?
Keep paying up, AI. Everything3 gonna bejust fine.
- She looks bow-legged to me. - You'll always be runner-up, punk.
I'm still gonna cut that VL p/aca 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?
Tomorrows 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.
Medids 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, AI. 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. lfl 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, pendeja, 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, carnal/to, 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 Chacén.
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 carnal/to? 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 rucag homes.
Take the pain away.
Hey, paint some rucas naked. Oh, man...
Be, I don't want to spend my life decorating rich pe0ple'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 baut/smo, giiero. We created La Onda.
The seven of us.
This is the inner circle.
Every one is a cap/tan 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.
A y, m/jo. Please, somebody...juanito.
God!
Help! Somebody, please! Help! Help!
Juanito...
- A y, m/]'0... - Ama', 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? Cmon, 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, Iikejuanito.
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 brothenjuanito, 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, fefito. You can cry if you want.
The Aryan Vanguard's been insulted.
You spics knew big AI had insurance with the AV.
So when your lamb strays from the flock, I'm gonna kill the boy!
I heard that.
AI 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. - Half0fAl'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?
SQ?
So? What are you giving on the Lakers-76ers?
- Give the puta 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 AVers control the dope, and the BGAers want to.
Let 'em fight while we build our bank account.
We?! 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 halfa 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 genie get out of here.
Use 20% for presents for the ca males.
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 tomorrows 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, He.
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? - Anda/e.
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 Yucatén, right here.
- Carmen's the best chefin 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. Si,' man?
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 Clavds money.
The p/nche 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!
Ora/e, that's a nice p/aca, 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 c/ica 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.
Ifyour 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 rate.
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 outwith 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 ent/endes?
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 your jacket. You are your jacket.
'Cause to them you're just a number.
Everyone in the joint 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.
Anytime, 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 c/avo 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 buildings 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, Panama... dande sea.
- Crossroads of the Latino world, ése. - Si,' man, ése.
- You seen Paco? - Not sincejuanito died.
They don't want me around.
That's cold-blooded, carnal
Pacds a narc, homes. Probably bust me someday.
- Man, that's fucked up'. - Es Ia 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 flvm/I/a.
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. Thais 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 I 50 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 yoursmconvict.
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.
' 0.1/6'! Open up! - Qufén esp
Ronald Reagan, asshole.
- Who the fuck are you, pendeja? - 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, C/avo. Quépasa'?
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 fer/a.
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 hereto 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 AI!
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? big trouble. - Gil/ate!
You bluffin 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%.
Cha/e. 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 ifs 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“ back up Reakfing.
- 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!
Ora/e. 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, pendeja. 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 nothings 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!
Q“ n“.
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.
- Cmon, let's ride the horse. - We got an intruder.
Oh, shit, homes, it'sjohn Wayne.
“You'rejust a bunch of chava/as and I can whip all you Chicanos.”
So what you want?
Not much, ca ma Iito.
“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 ch/nga 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 p/nche traitor, puto/
- Fuck you! - Hey, cé/ma/a/ 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! Ahfesté, tome! Take it, man! Come on!
Juanito always loved me more than you. TU te cre/és muy ch/ngdn.
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.
Que', puto? You gonna kick my ass?
Let's get down! Cmon, 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.
Miklds connected to him.
“La Ono/a. A too/a mac/re, 0 an desmad/"e. ”
- What's Onda? - No, La Onda.
It's your destiny. Like a wave nothing can stop.
- Mac/re means mother, so... - it's more complicated.
This is heavy shit. A toda mac/re.' 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?
Par/a V/rgen, I did not know that...
Don't talk about La V/rgen 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? ls 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. - Nojunkie gonna rip off my customers.
Velka. Time to lock up.
Mira, mire. 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, Mégico. W§'re gonna be cellies. - Ora/e.
Move here, let me get the cuffs.
Ora/e, that's a badass pafia.
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.
Whats that mad-dogging between Carlos and the BGA?
The vato? 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?
P/ata 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 carna/es.
Your cousin did that? That's disgusting!
- You should put a hit on that puta. - No, he's mine.
His payback's gonna take time.
I'm gonna make him sorry...
he fucked with me.
- Hey, puta. - 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 paras? - 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 answerjust 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.
Ch/ngao. Big time.
- I just want you to handle my case. - Hurry upJerry.
- Got an appointment? - I'm paying you a lot of fer/a.
- Make an appointment. - You should work overtime on my case.
Cool out or get out. George, table.
Miklo. Take offyour 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 E/Mera 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 sfemp/"e.
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 fer/a, Miklds 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 cha/e. You're not the leader.
I say Onda's not with you. Do it without us.
I can't.
Forget you all...
...'cause I ain't going back.
I don't need Onda for this. Money buys my back-up.
I'll get the Polar Bears to back my play.
Carlos! Come back!
Jefe, we can't let him go. Can't let him split up Onda. Carlos!
Montana's stupid to let Charlie walk. Onda's committing suicide.
- Fuck you! - Didn't you want to learn something?
Charlie broke some serious business rules.
He got strung out on his own shit
and moved on BGA clients when he didn't have to.
80% of the cons that come in here are drug cases.
Why? Because everyone's doing it.
Doctors, lawyers, housewives. Cocaine is America's cup of coffee.
You were Carlos's connection.
He said the same “coffee” line. You supplied him.
You're pissed 'cause he's doing business with the AVers.
California just passed the flat time law. Know what that means?
Drug offenders have it worse than murderers, rapists, anyone.
No parole, no good time. A Iotta drug users here for a longtime.
- Can you see the potential? - Yeah.
If you accommodate that appetite, you control this and every otherjoint.
Dwell on it.
Your appeal briefsjerry said it'll take three months for the court to respond.
Well, well, well, Lightning. Our favourite spic lover's come home.
- I knew he'd be back. - Here's your file.
Magic said to remind you about Lightnings overdue account.
You hear that, Lightning? The cripple wants to collect your debts.
I'll think about it if he shows me his falsie.
Show me your stump.
Little white Mexican boy came back just to show us his stump.
- Get off me, motherfuckers! - Get his britches off. Stay still!
- You're crazy to pull this shit! - I'm scared, punk.
You didn't fight when Big AI did this. He's laughing in his grave.
- No! Leave it alone! - Stay still.
- There she is. - Fucking puto/
You ever heard the saying “put your foot in your mouth”?
Spit shine that shoe, boy.
You Polar Bears are gonna pay.
Look around you, half-breed. Onda's finished!
Carlos works for us, and every day he brings more Ondas with him.
You greasers better wise up. it's a white world.
The coloureds serve us. From now on you're my personal errand boy.
- You motherfucker! - Fucking punk!
Go out for a pass, cripple. Go deep.
You're back to your true nature. Crawling like a worm.
- They put it in my face. - Understand, your leg is gone.
You can't be a soldier. That's why I put you in the library.
It's not what they did to me, but Onda.
- We shouldn't have let Carlos go. - You think I wanted to?
- Carlos fucked up...bad. - I'm not saying he didn't.
He knew whoever controls the drugs controls everything.
Old drug dealers don't exist.
Let's wait. In five years Chicanos will be the majority in southwest p/ntas
This is now. What good is it ifwe're slaves for the BGA and AVers?
- We gotta take power now! - We've only fought each other.
Our best ending up in pools of blood for smokes and a snort of coca?
I dunno where you're coming from.
A Chicana from Cal State published my essay on prison reform.
They want me to write a book on the Chicano in prison.
Lift your eyes outta this book and see whats going on around us now.
Hurry up, gentlemen. Let's go. Move it.
Hey, Bonafide! When's the BGA gonna pay its tab?
No can do, carnal I can take care of a quarter, maybe.
Endugu, you forgot your comb.
Maybe.
Thinks he's getting away with something. P/nche mayate/
Hey, Magic! Help me out.
- Now the AVers won't pay, either. - Why pay?
They tested us with Carlos and we folded.
- They'll pick us apart. - La Onda is falling apart.
Like it or not, the dope business is where it's at.
If the AVers and the BGA control it, they control everything. Including us.
Fuckin' A. Carlitos was right.
No, he was stupid for selling out to the AVers.
Onda should take the money left in the book and make a buy.
- Yeah. - I know a connection.
- But the council won't approve it. - Let's do it anyway.
- You wanna die, ése? - lfl have to, I will!
I lost my leg, my family back home! This is all I got left.
If we don't act now, Onda dies. You want that?
Magic, I love Montana, too. But I ain't gonna stand and watch them destroy us.
Will you stand with me, carnal?
Can I trust you?
I'll back you with my life.
There's only two of us. We gotta wait for an opening.
The Aryan Vanguard?! push Carlos to move soon on the BGA.
His first targetW be Pockets.
I told you to stop bridging, punk!
Better watch your back, 'cause I'm gonna ride you.
You're right. I don't want any trouble. I'll change my ways.
Now I'm taking all your customers.
Say anything and you're dead!
At the same time he hits Pockets, Smokey will move on Cheap Times.
The BGA's drug store down in LA
Brought you monkeys some coconuts.
From Quentin.
The problem is that Carlos is so strung out he can't see the danger.
When Carlos does theAVers' dirty work, Ryder will pull his protection.
It'll be open season on Carlos "Lflfflga.
- Carlos! - No!
If I'm right, all hell will break loose.
That's our chance, Magic. Where there's war, there's opportunity.
All we gotta do is wake Montana up and move Onda into power.
Prepare for a war. But don't attack yet.
Our people are getting iced without mercy.
Carlos started a war with the BGA, we didn't.
Enough words. Let's take 'em now.
No! Listen!
Before we fuck up everything, I must meet the BGA.
We're making a horrible mistake! You understand?
- You blind or what? - Wait! I said I want you ready!
I'm not gonna waste soldadas' lives for nothing! First we talk!
- We fight only if we have to! - The time to strike is now!
No, Magic! If E/Mera Mero says meet with the BGA, we gotta do it.
What are you talking about? Onda will go down in flames.
Magic! We trust each other with our lives.
Remember?
- I want Smokey,dead by tomorrow. - Ora/e.
- You set up a meeting with Bonafide. - Si,' man, jefe.
Three California prisoners were killed in gang violence,
bringing the tally this week to eleven.
Aguilar!
- Aguilar. - Hey, Chorizo. You still want Popeye?
- ZL'lfiiga? - He got a hit on me.
I need protection or I'm dead.
If you want protection I want more than Popeye. I want everything on Onda.
- Who they are and where they are. - No way.
Don't talk shit. You stay out there alone and you're dead.
All right. All right!
I'll give you the whole layout. Cap/tans; saldadog.
- But I gotta be outta state first. - Where do we meet?
The church at 4th and Chicago.
- I know it. - Be there in fifleen or forget about it.
I'll be there.
Aguilar!
This is Lieutenant Burnett from San Quentin.
- Detective Paco Aguilar. - This the victim?
Paco, Sacramento says we must cooperate with Corrections on this.
That means Burnett's bringing his whole team.
I'm out of it? This is bullshit, Captain.
I've been on this case for months.
This vato was gonna give me the full low-down on Onda.
What do you know about Onda?
I had a run-in with a couple of guys here.
- The whole council. I need this picture. - Fine.
- My chief investigator will debrief him. - Wait a minute.
- This is an East LA case. - This is much bigger than East LA
Things are popping up all over.
You hear about the grenade at Cheap Times last night?
I bet Zfifiiga here was the quarterback.
A plot of his brother's in Quentin. It all comes outta Q.
- Let's get inside. - it's here, not Quentin.
Prison gangs are complicated so we're taking over.
- You speak Spanish? Been in a gang? - No, my Chicano warden has.
Is he related to someone on the Onda council?
Miklo Velka's my cousin. I'm related to him by blood and by this.
I don't mean any disrespect, but I think I can get further.
All I'm asking is that I'm involved.
Thank you.
There is no war, Bonafide. It was personal between Carlos and Pockets.
They were loose cannons. That was business.
What you did in LA was bullshit.
There's gonna be more blood. You ain't hitting us in the back.
You wanna pow-wow or talk? Go ahead.
Onda had nothing to do with Cheap Times.
Carlos' brother acted on his orders, not Onda's, so now he's dead.
Cheap Times means cheap lives.
We're ready for war. Believe me, we'll win.
Our soldiers will go all the way.
- To the death. - My soldiers are ready to die, too.
Is that what you want? I guarantee that's what the Aryans want.
We can stop the killing now. You and me.
Right here.
Your word means something here. What about Folsom and Chino?
I speak for them, too.
Maybe for Folsom, but your word ain't reaching Chino.
Mosca Lépez is crazy. I lost three people there.
I can ask for a temporary transfer. You must guarantee peace when I go.
- Fuck a truce, we cannot... - Yanco!
Man, you got five days.
I'll hold my side off for five days. Five days...
Miklo will run Onda business in my absence.
He'll make sure nothing happens.
- Do we have a truce? - Right on.
Well, well, well.
Wetbacks and Bonafide porch monkeys holding hands.
You now have a combined lQof two.
- You're a dead man, Wonder Bread! - Kiss my enriched white ass!
Here's my coon dog. Get them coons, boy!
- Hey, Ryder! What's going on? - Don't ask me, man!
Ask us? it's their war!
Run 'em out the bay, save taxpayers' money!
Clear the yard!
It's between the niggers and spics! We're white, you motherfuckers!
- /efe, will Bonafide listen to me? - Magic and the rest are warriors.
If I put one of them in charge, Bonafide w0uldn't trust me.
You're a jailhouse lawyer, a counsellor. He knows you'll follow my wishes.
What if he's lying? What if the BGA doesn't want peace?
Nobody here knows what peace is. They've never had it.
I'm talking about power, carnal
The only way to gain real power is for black and brown to come together.
I thought Popeye Savedra was the Onda leader.
- It's hard to buy it's that little man. - You better believe it.
He's got what you call charisma.
- Can he stop the violence? - Montana makes you want to listen.
Got a lot of heart. If anyone can stop this war it's him.
I can always bring in the guns, but I'd rather it be him.
I don't like you travelling alone. I don't trust anybody.
Don't worry. The warden's guaranteeing my passage.
Top secret route.
I made a deal with the vato.
I get to spend the night in Delano. See my daughter.
After fourteen years. Can you believe it?
Come on, Segura. Move it!
Watt/la. Tell those vatos to find some shade and chill out till I get back.
You got it.
- What time's my daughter coming? - About seven o'clock.
We'll rack you at six tomorrow for a shower.
I'll be waiting.
- Name's Wallace. - Montana.
You ain't got any street smokes? This state tobacco will kill you.
I don't smoke.
You don't smoke, huh?
Man, I can't wait to get outta here so I can find me a field crew.
Do me some pickin' so I can send my old lady some money.
I used to pick when I was a kid.
I been following this crop all my life. If it ain't that, I takes me a drink.
If it ain't that, I'm behind bars trying to dry out.
You ever pick any grapes, Wallace?
I ain't never picked no grapes, but I cut me a bunch.
Yeah.
- Here. - Oh, man.
Say, amigo, you mind if I have two?
Keep the pack. They're only for trade.
Lights out!
When I was a kid, I loved to pick.
Nothing like fresh vegetables and fruit ripe from the vine.
Yeah.
The escort's coming. You have one hour with your father.
- Let's go! - I'd like two seconds to...
I don't care who you are in Quentin. You're nobody here.
Officer, I haven't seen her in fourteen years. Can I just straighten up?
Please?
I'll put your daughter in the visiting room. You got one hour.
The clock is ticking.
One hour! I'll be right back.
Mornin', Montana.
Morning, Wallace.
They bothering you early in the mornin'?
No. I'm not gonna let anything ruin a good day.
- Them damn short-handle hoes! - I used a few of those myself.
Hey, amigo. Why don't you use this?
Yeah, I'll hold it for you.
Thank you.
Ch/ngo de t/empo since I felt this good.
- My daughtefs coming today. - Man, today's gonna be good for you.
Your daughtefs gonna be so proud of you.
This is what they call a change of plan.
For Cheap Times! For Cheap Times!
Son of a bitch. Motherfucker think you can blow up my brother?
You can go join your maker now. For what falls to the floor is his.
Don't forget your smokes.
How'd you know the head of La Onda was in Delano?
Man, I don't give a goddamn who that taco-eating motherfucker was.
Do you know who that taco-eating motherfucker was that you killed?
Your mama.
- I gonna stay here all day till you talk... - He won't crack.
Nope. Been in for thirty years.
Tough as three-inch steel.
- I'm gonna bust your ass. - I'll be here.
Come in here.
That's the man who ordered it. Bring him here.
- Tell him what you told me. - I didn't order no hit.
- It'd be like throwing gasoline on fire. - Don't bullshit me.
He's BGA. He made the hit.
I know you ain't no sucker. lfl wanted Montana, I'd have used a freelancer.
An AVer, so it c0uldn't be traced. I'm not stupid, sir.
That's enough. Come with me.
- Is that your man? - Yeah, that's him. Let me talk to him.
- No way! - He ain't gonna tell you nothing.
You wanna get to the bottom of this?
I know he'll talk to me. Your call.
- Wjofsassu Ndugu. - Saawa tu, brother.
Goddamn, the man got you down here, too?
Why you hit Montana?
The man got his eyes and ears in the wall.
Don't sweat, brother. I'm gonna maintain.
Who ordered the hit?
- You did? - Come here.
You did, Bonafide! You did!
- You did! I got your kite, man. - I didn't send you nothing.
- Who ordered it? - You did, I got your comb!
I know your design.
- You got my comb? - I opened it up, read the message.
I burned it. It was your comb.
We got five minutes. I'm here to talk to you about Montana's murder.
Who are you to come here like this?
- He's not your fucking business. - You gotta listen to me, Miklo.
Someone copied Bonafide's comb and put in an order to hit Montana.
- The BGA didn't do it. - Bullshit!
- We know they killed him. - The Administration doesn't think so.
If they're right, do you want to start a war against the wrong people?
Listen, I know you hate me.
I shot your leg. I have to live with that. But you're still my blood.
I'm not gonna watch you destroy yourself.
If you start this war, you will be committing suicide.
Look over there. See the warden? He ain't afraid to use his firepower.
You want that?
You're the man now, aren't you?
Montana left you in charge. A real leader protects his people.
Meet with Bonafide. What have you got to lose?
I'll meet him in the yard. One lieutenant each. No guards around.
That's far enough! Leave them on their own!
I swear to you it wasn't the BGA.
Montana was a stand-up dude. We were set up.
That old man was no punk. He was hardcore BGA.
That's why it don't make no sense.
I take out Montana with my own man? That's suicide.
Do what you wanna do.
But think about who gains if BGA and Onda war.
The fucking AV.
We take each other out, then they step in and take over.
We go back to being slaves.
The AVers.
The only ones who could've got Montana's route from the white guards.
I work with Lightning in the wood shop.
He gets my comb, counterfeits it, sends it to Wallace.
- It's possible. - Now Red Ryder...
...sitting in a front row seat waiting on us to take each other out.
- What do you propose? - Hit the motherfuckers together.
We do to them what they're tryin' to do to us.
You see those p/nche vultures?
They're watching us with a magnifying glass.
So for the next six months we'll be good neighbours.
- So we got a deal? We join forces? - Yeah.
We'll celebrate a big Mexican holiday together.
Which one you talking about?
- Dia de 10s Muertos. - That means what, now'?
- Day of the Dead. - All right.
Right.
- In six months. - My man.
- They're shaking hands. We got a truce. - Don't congratulate ourselves too soon.
- I don't trust that dude. - This boy's in way over his head.
His only choice is to go with us now.
Take out the AVers and the mayates are stronger.
It's OK. When you expect nothing and get everything, that's destiny.
BGA will help us take out the AVers. We throw some white meat to the dogs.
Then we'll rob the house.
- Have our soldiers ready. - Ora/e.
- Gracia; carnal You were right. - You did the right thing.
- Tell your mom I love her, OK? - Take care ofyourself.
I was a bad man Don't deny my disgrace
Let me be punished for all time
I ask God, begging on my knees
Don't let my mother suffer for what I did
I would do penance on my knees for ever
If only my sweet mother would cease to weep
juanitqjuanito.
Hey, homes. If anyone messes with you...
...just hit 'em where it hurts.
I'm sorry, ama'. Perddname.
- I Iovedjuanito. - I know, m/jo.
I loved him, ama'.
I'm sorry, apé.
I missed you. Mi flvm/I/a.
...she's got eye-hooks drilled in the door,
she's got thongs, I swear to God.
She absolutely loved it. She became orangejuice...
You got it. One more.
Hey! No more, man, I'm through. That's it.
Ten cents a fucking hour. That spic warden ain't getting overtime outta me.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You stupid fucking asshole! it's in my eyes...
We keep our mouths shut.
Then there'll be no problem when the shit goes down.
- Your plan will work, Bonafide. - We keep our stake together.
- Then we control the wholejoint, right? - All right.
For Montana.
- Look at this! - it's unbelievable.
Every hit was strategic.
First they knocked off the AV leadership, then finished off the BGA.
I don't like being lied to. Break up the Onda council.
Use Interstate Compact to get 'em out this week.
Taxpayers save another $3 million.
- It's all a joke. What's your problem? - My problem?
- You got a problem! - You don't understand!
That little bastard's playing God with his army.
I don't ever understand!
As long as he's behind bars, it's not gonna affect us!
It won't affect any of us, will it?
You used me.
I tried to save your life, and you used me to set up the BGA.
They would've got us otherwise. I did it for my brothers to survive.
Your brothers? What am I, Miklo? You grew up with me.
You slept in my room, wore my fucking clothes.
You used your own flesh and blood to massacre all those people.
I didn't want to hurt you. You use what you've got.
Without your help, a lot of carna/es would have died.
- Grac/ag. - Don't thank me. I hate what you did.
I hate what you stand for.
I know, Paquito. For a longtime I hated you.
I blamed you for everything.
But then I realised something that changed my life.
Everything you did, even shooting my leg, forced me into my destiny.
Made me discover myself. Find my real family. My home.
Here.
Inside these walls I found the strength of la raza.
You got no fuckin' idea what la raza means.
It's about our people out there. Working, surviving, with pride and dignity.
Not lying and murdering.
All you got is your white father's hate.
Still hung up on my fluorescent skin, vato?
He wasn't my real father.
Montana was.
He taught me about respect. You gotta be willing to die for it.
Like you. Not deserting me after the car crash.
That was real respect for a brother. And I'll always love you for it, carnal
it's not about drive-bys and gang fights...
Let's stop fighting, carnal' We're family!
We should help each other, not cut each other's throats.
Let's be brothers again.
Just 'cause you're a cop and I'm a con, doesn't mean we can't cooperate.
I can give you tips from inside to really help you out on the street.
You got a lot of power out there. Your advice would be invaluable to me.
You asking me to be a member of your gang?
Are you outta your fucking mind?
Remember how we took out Spider for Cruz?
Together, Paco, we're unbeatable.
Your Onda's not my Onda and it never will be.
Paco!
I'll always be your brother, vato loco.
Never.
- Ora/e. - They're watching.
I know they are. Let 'em watch.
The show'sjust beginning. They don't even know it.
This may be our last meeting, carna/es
They're trying to break Onda up.
But you know what? They're only helping us grow.
They're exchanging each of you from out of state for cons from Califas.
Chivo, they're sending you to Arizona.
- Be, cdma dices? - We can't do nothing. You gotta g0.
You'll be near your mom. If she needs anything, let me know.
Geronimo goes back to Texas.
- Straighten your son out. Que no? - Si,' man.
They're trying to break up La Onda! But we're gonna turn it on 'em.
You know how we're gonna do that?
Each of you is gonna establish your own chapters.
La Onda has $15,000 for each of you, so you can start things strong.
We're gonna spread La Onda gospel Billy Graham style!
E/Mera Mero had a dream.
We are that dream.
We're gonna multiply in numbers undreamed of.
In every p/nta, barrio, southwestern state...
...La Onda has a destiny, and no one can stop us.
We are flvm/I/a.
- £50! - We'll control it all.
What about me, carnal?
- Where do I go? - You stay with me, carnal.
You're the eyes behind my back. The leg I don't have.
The other half of mfcorazcin.
You ordered me to destroy this mould.
But I kept it. For protection.
From you.
Now I want you to destroy it.
- I loved him. - We both loved him.
But we did what we had to do. For Onda.
You were right.
I give my life to you.
Win it all or lose everything.
- What we doing here? - No flares, vato. No més ven.
You got me outta bed to come here? You lost more than your hair.
Don't believe that shit about Samson.
I'm just stripping myself down to the bone, homes.
- What if I said I w0uldn't come? - I knew you would.
Watt/la! Come look at yourself in the mirror, ése.
Oh, man. it's not all marked up.
That's a sign of respect.
For ten years I've been Star Trekking in the Twilight Zone.
Thought if I looked at this I might find my way back.
Damn, we were all innocent.
That's all gone, Crucito. It ain't like that any more.
Not even a little carna/ismo left in there?
Think you use brotherhood up like a shot of tequila?
You just drink it down, it makes you feel good?
The hangover lasts the rest of your life?
You showed me your mural. You're a good artist. The best. Let's go.
Just 'cause you wear sunglasses, don't mean you're blind.
You know what I see there? A fantasy, man. A dream!
Three vatos looking for something that wasn't there.
Loco, we stood by and trusted each other.
Ora/e, that's worth believing in. We were flvm/I/a.
Never again, Crucito.
Miklo and I are finished. He ain't my family. I hate that fucking puta.
Scrape him off the wall like dirt.
No matter how much hate there is, you're still connected.
You got the same blood in your hearts.
That's a bond you can never break. Neither can Miklo.
- He's just trying to be like you! -That's bullshit!
E/ Gal/o Negro. The baddest Chicano in the barrio!
That ain't me no more!
You ain't changed a bit, ése.
What are you saying? it's all my fault the way it all turned out?
Ora/e. You think you got so much fucking power, eh?
Control everybody's destiny? Cha/e.
No, you're right. I set Miklo up. I made him go after Spider.
- I started the whole fucking thing. - Relax, ése.
Your back w0uldn't be fucked up, Miklo w0uldn't be in prison...
- I forgive you. - I don't want your forgiveness!
You. That's your problem. You can't forgive yourself.
You need that guilt. It keeps you going.
I know, bro, I fed mine through a needle for ten years.
And that giiero up there, hating his own white skin.
Shit, he's got it worse than both of us.
You gotta cut it loose, carnal it's fucking poison.
That's who we are.
Three vatos locus full of carna/ismo trying to survive in a fucking war zone.
But I know now that I need my flvm/I/a to do it. We all do.
Even you, p/nchejura. Badass cop!
Hey, don't back away, vato/
Life's a risk, carnal, remember? You said it yourself.
Pues dra/e. Step into the ring and throw down.
You a badass? Take care of business, homes.
Ca/ga, puto/ 'Cause we're from East Los, ése.
We come out chased by hounds.
Round and round we go, wearing a rabbit's foot for luck,
just ahead of the fucking hounds!
Qué Vida, eh? Qué/oca Vida, homes!
Peru sabes qué, ése?
We got something better than a rabbit's foot, homes.
We've got flvm/I/a.
Razz, giiey-
You know what I'm saymg? Te crees mucho, El Gallo Negro.
You may be bad, but you can't dance like Smooth Cruz.
I remember you, vato. E/ Gal/o Negro, vato/
I'm a lover not a fighter, man.
Si,' man. El Merengue at the Tender Trap, '72.
Rucas got their hearts broke. And I kicked your ass.
I was breaking hearts and faces, vato.
You still can't dance, ése.
But you can learn. I'll teach you. 'Cause it ain't ever over, homes. Ever!
Bailamos hasta que nos morimos, ése!