- 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 fnd. 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 fve 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 fnish 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 fght. - 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.
- 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 cellies. - 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 frst 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 frst.
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 profts.
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.
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 lotta drug users here for a long time.
- Can you see the potential? - Yeah.
If you accommodate that appetite, you control this and every other joint.
Dwell on it.
Your appeal briefs. Jerry 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 fle.
Magic said to remind you about lightning's 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 fght when big al 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 fnished!
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 fve years chicanos will be the majority in southwest pintas.
This is now. What good is it if we'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 what's going on around us now.
Hurry up, gentlemen. Let's go. Move it.
Hey, bonafde! 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. Pinche 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? - If i 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'll push carlos to move soon on the bga.
His first target'll 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 the a vers'dirty work, ryder will pull his protection.
It'll be open season on carlos zúñiga.
- 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 soldados' lives for nothing! First we talk!
- We fght only if we have to! - The time to strike is now!
No, magic! If el mero 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. - Órale.
- You set up a meeting with bonafde. - Sí, mon, jefe.
Three california prisoners were killed in gang violence,
bringing the tally this week to eleven.
Aguilar!
- Aguilar. - Hey, chorizo. You still want popeye?
- Zúñiga? - 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. Capitanes, soldados...
- but i gotta be outta state frst. - Where do we meet?
The church at 4th and chicago.
- I know it. - Be there in fifteen 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 zúñiga 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, bonafde. 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 lópez 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 fve days.
I'll hold my side off for fve 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 bonafde porch monkeys holding hands.
You now have a combined iq of 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!
- Jefe, will bonafde listen to me? - Magic and the rest are warriors.
If i put one of them in charge, bonafde wouldn'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!
Watcha. Tell those vatos to fnd 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 fnd me a feld 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.
Offcer, 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.
Chingo de tiempo since i felt this good.
- My daughter's coming today. - Man, today's gonna be good for you.
Your daughter's 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 fre. - Don't bullshit me.
He's bga. He made the hit.
I know you ain't no sucker. If i wanted montana, i'd have used a freelancer.
An aver, so it couldn'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.
- Vipi sassu 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, bonafde! 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 fve 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 bonafde'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 frepower.
You want that?
You're the man now, aren't you?
Montana left you in charge. A real leader protects his people.
Meet with bonafde. 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 pinche 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?
- Día de los 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. - Órale.
- Gracias, carnal. You were right. - You did the right thing.
- Tell your mom i love her, ok? - Take care of yourself.
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
juanito, juanito.
Hey, homes. If anyone messes with you...
...just hit 'em where it hurts.
I'm sorry, amá. Perdóname.
- I loved juanito. - I know, mijo.
I loved him, amá.
I'm sorry, apá.
I missed you. Mi familia.
...she's got eye-hooks drilled in the door,
she's got thongs, i swear to god.
She absolutely loved it. She became orange juice...
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, bonafde. - We keep our stake together.
- Then we control the whole joint, right? - All right.
For montana.
- Look at this! - It's unbelievable.
Every hit was strategic.
First they knocked off the av leadership, then fnished 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 carnales would have died.
- Gracias... - don't thank me. I hate what you did.
I hate what you stand for.
I know, paquito. For a long time 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 fghts...
let's stop fghting, 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.
- Órale. - They're watching.
I know they are. Let 'em watch.
The show's just beginning. They don't even know it.
This may be our last meeting, carnales.
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.
- Ése, cómo dices? - We can't do nothing. You gotta go.
You'll be near your mom. If she needs anything, let me know.
Geronimo goes back to texas.
- Straighten your son out. Que no? - Sí, mon.
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!
El mero mero had a dream.
We are that dream.
We're gonna multiply in numbers undreamed of.
In every pinta, barrio, southwestern state...
...la onda has a destiny, and no one can stop us.
We are familia.
- Eso! - 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 mi corazón.
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 llores, vato. No más 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 wouldn't come? - I knew you would.
Watcha! 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 fnd my way back.
Damn, we were all innocent.
That's all gone, crucito. It ain't like that any more.
Not even a little carnalismo 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.
Órale, that's worth believing in. We were familia.
Never again, crucito.
Miklo and i are fnished. He ain't my family. I hate that fucking puto.
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!
El gallo 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?
Órale. You think you got so much fucking power, eh?
Control everybody's destiny? Chale.
No, you're right. I set miklo up. I made him go after spider.
- I started the whole fucking thing. - Relax, ése.
Your back wouldn't be fucked up, miklo wouldn'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 güero 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 locos full of carnalismo trying to survive in a fucking war zone.
But i know now that i need my familia to do it. We all do.
Even you, pinchejura. Badass cop!
Hey, don't back away, vato!
Life's a risk, carnal, remember? You said it yourself.
Pues órale. Step into the ring and throw down.
You a badass? Take care of business, homes.
Caiga, 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 loca vida, homes!
Pero sabes qué, ése?
We got something better than a rabbit's foot, homes.
We've got familia.
Raza, güey.
You know what i'm saying? Te crees mucho, el gallo negro.
You may be bad, but you can't dance like smooth cruz.
I remember you, vato. El gallo negro, vato!
I'm a lover not a fghter, man.
Sí, mon. 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!