American Me Page #3

Stevie's down in Chino and

Willie boy's in Vacaville.

We need a meeting,

keep ourselves together.

Any of our people

on the outside coming up for trial?

Puppet's little brother got busted.

Tell our lawyer to subpoena us,

get us together in one place.

- The brothers send their love, carnal.

- Gracias.

The state is so lame,

they paid for the game.

There were a couple of things from some

of our people who've already gotten out...

that weren't in sync with instructions

I've been getting from inside.

Inside runs the show. If there's any

problems with that, let us know.

I'd like to interview

each of you individually.

- Who wants to go first?

- Corky.

Corky.

Santana, how was

the bus ride home?

Sunshine felt good.

This is my brother, ese.

They call him "Little Puppet. "

- He's a genius, homes.

- Don't get carried away, ese.

He does the best placas

in East L.A. Check it out!

Nice tits!

He had a lightweight Jones

goin' and got popped.

He's comin' up to Folsom.

I want him in with us.

- Can he take care of himself?

- He don't know nothin', but I'll be responsible for him.

- You know what you're doin'?

- How you doin' on the tecato side?

I'm clean now, ese.

Thank you for helping us

get this meeting together.

Yeah, I'd do anything

for my carnal.

When you come up,

if you need anything, let us know.

- You run into problems, we'll take care of it.

- Gracias.

My little brother.

Oye. Orale.

Sparky, how're we doin' in Vacaville?

Goin' slow, homes.

Tryin' to get it together,

but we got a little problem.

Some of the farmers

we won't take into La eMe

are starting up their own gang.

They're calling it Nuestra Familia.

We spent all of our time

tryin' to get it together.

Dealing with whites and the mayates,

only to be dealing with our own.

Orale, carnal.

These aren't our own people.

They're nothin' but

lame farmers from up north.

- They're chicanos.

- It's too late, homes.

They're already too big

in Vacaville.

And now they're makin' a play

on our sh*t in Folsom.

- They gotta pay the bill, ese.

- Who's carrying all the weight for them?

Dude named El Chucko Pea.

I know that vato.

I know him real well.

Good, then you get to kill him.

Me and him shared the same

needles many a time.

That should make it easier

to get next to him, ese.

He used to be

my crime partner!

That dude is the best!

What the f*** is wrong with you, ese?

It's cool.

Pie Face had left me

only one choice,

the strength of a gesture,

a thought... but no voice.

Careful! The guard.

Come on, Pie Face, pump it!

Orale.

Sabes qu? Little Puppet.

Her tits and her ass

are too big, ese.

Looks like your mother.

Chale, loco. Sabes qu?

It looks unnatural, ese.

Bullshit, man.

Don't get all mad, man.

Open your eyes, vato.

I was proud I didn't let

my feelings get in the way...

of doing what we had

to do to Pie Face that day.

Killing one of our own,

had earned us a new respect.

But none of us knew the price.

Little Puppet.

Orale, homes.

- How you doin'?

- All right.

That's good, ese.

Got a little favour to ask you.

- All right?

- Simn.

You know that dude, El Chucko?

I want you to handle

that for us, all right?

I'll take care of it, ese.

Was I talking to you, ese?

Santana?

Let me do it.

Mi carnalito, that's not his thing.

He's not no punk or nothin', but...

He's not talking to you.

There's something I want you

to understand, Little Puppet.

What happened to Pie Face,

I didn't like it,

but it was necessary.

Especially right now.

Take a look over there, ese.

El Chucko and La Nuestra Familia's

making their play to get respect, ese.

La Eme took a long time

earning their respect in this place.

And if we want to keep it,

we gotta show some class.

Now I know, Pie Face

wasn't weak, ese.

And you know

he wasn't weak, either.

But how 'bout other people?

How 'bout El Chucko,

what'd he think, ese?

'Cause that's what it's about.

It's not just about being

weak that we can't accept.

It's about other people even beginning

to think we're showing weakness.

It's up to you, you know?

Don't try to serve

a summons on me!

I'll do it.

Get down!

Get down!

I said get down!

Wipe your face.

I got him, ese. I got the vato.

You're bleeding, carnal.

Hey, the dude had a filero.

He cut me, man.

I got him in the neck.

You did good, Little Puppet.

Take it easy, J.D.

T.C.B., J.D.

Orale, carnales.

Look at this guy.

You're looking good, brother.

We'll be ridin' right alongside of you

out there on Broadway.

Feels good, ese.

Orale. T.C.B. Out there.

You know I will, ese.

You keep taking care

of it in here, homes.

Orale.

We ain't many, but we're crazy.

Get laid out there for me, brother.

Life was changing

forJ.D., Mundo and me.

But I didn't know how much.

Orale.

- Want some grilled cheese, ese?

- Simn.

Paulito, you grew up

on me, man.

Did you get my letters?

Where's mama?

Did you come here

by yourself?

She's sick?

She's dead.

I love you, carnal.

You never stop to think...

of what life has meant...

'til reality hits hard.

You ride behind pride...

thinking you can hide...

feelings deep within you.

I had years on the tier to

think about how my life...

had affected my mother.

All these years,

nothing's changed.

A lot has changed, homes.

Took me a while to see it.

To see where we can

move out here, man.

Dig that sh*t out.

- It's nothing new.

- It's the numbers that are different, brother.

We're talkin' about 200,000 tecatos

doin' their thing every day, brother.

The Italians are still runnin' the show,

but they're gettin' sloppy.

It's a move with a heavy upside.

Runnin' that show on

the inside's one thing.

Runnin' it out here

is a different trip.

Inside and outside

go together, brother.

You're the one who

pulled our coats to that.

Control the inside,

you own the outside.

Welcome to Broadway, homes.

Yeah.

Sh*t takes a while, ese.

Heard that.

It's good to see you, ese.

I'm gonna get a drink.

Pedro.

Santana.

I got home a couple hours ago.

I know.

If it bothers you, I won't stay.

I remember when I was

a little chavalito.

I used to sit by the window...

waiting for you to come home.

I would get so anxious, I'd pinch myself

on the hand until it would bleed.

Then when you came...

There you are, man!

I was looking for you!

I want to show you something.

Hey, Papa.

Check it out.

It's the letters you wrote me.

From the time I was a little vato.

I used to read 'em

to my homeboys.

They listened, too.

Said it was like poetry

the way you wrote them.

Check it out.

This is the homeboys.

- Heard a lot about you, homes.

- Homes, Paulito talk about you.

Good to meet you guys.

Hey, you bastard!

Lighten up, ese.

You know Puppet

and Little Puppet?

They're my cousins.

- They're good people.

- Simn.

- Hey, Chuy.

- That's Neto.

He's our neighbour.

He lives in 116 with his mom and sister.

See that fine-lookin' one

over there in the white blouse?

- No, you're not going over...

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