Avenge the Crows Page #4

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we thought we were rich, holmes.

Maybe we were, you know,

in our own way.

[cellphone ringing]

Hey, it's Peaches, homie.

Hey, what's up?

I can't talk right now, baby.

You sure this is gonna work?

No.

But we don't have another play.

Then let's do it.

[spray can hissing]

[cellphone ringing]

F***.

- Come on, baby.

- [moans]

[cellphone ringing]

Hello, 'ello.

Right now?

Yeah, all right.

[irritated] All right.

I have to go scoop up Angel.

Something's up.

Now?

Yeah, right now.

F***.

[computerized voice] Thank you for using...

health products.

- Please relax during measurement.

- [device beeps]

Please... while using this drug.

Hey, open up, it's me.

- What?

- You're not gonna f***ing believe this.

- What?

- Follow me.

Sh*t.

- Oh, that f***ing b*tch!

- Do you see what I'm talking about?

Can you f***ing believe this? In our

neighborhood? The f***ing balls on this b*tch!

- Something weird's going on.

- [scoffs] Yeah.

That pollo negro

has gone crazy, eh?

Seriously. Bulldog left

this morning,

said something was up

with Angel, and then this?

- Un-huh.

- It's like she's trying to send me a message.

- Yeah, she's taunting you, yo.

- Yeah, but she didn't really cross me out.

- Yeah...

- Hold up.

I'm gonna take care of this.

[cellphone ringing]

It's Peaches, dawg. Hey, what's up?

I can't talk right now.

- Baby, you know that Loca b*tch that f***ed up my face?

- Hey, calm down.

- 'Sup?

- Yeah, well, she tagged our piece out front.

- Oh, yeah?

- Out front of the house!

Is that right?

Hey, hold on. Hey, you know some b*tch

named Loca from Los Grajos neighborhood?

- Yeah. Why?

- Peaches just said she hit up a piece in the barrio, fool.

Say, we gotta go down there

and check it out, homie. You in?

Hey, we'll meet you

right there, all right?

- Yeah, like now.

- All right.

Hey, Peaches won 500 bucks on

a scratcher last week, dawg.

Got some new kicks, fool.

Loca and I throw down, she

beats my ass, and then this?

- Why?

- She's stupid, yo.

Nah, Loca ain't stupid.

Nah, you stupid.

All right, then. She got a play.

Yeah, of course she does.

But Loca's OG though.

She wouldn't do nothin' like

this unless she had a reason.

Does it really matter, though?

I mean, you gotta smash her.

- But you know how we do it.

- Yeah.

- Two steps ahead

- Yeah, exactly.

- Two steps ahead.

- [grunts] It's so f***ing on!

You know where she stay at? 'Cause we

could take care of this right now.

Nah, I only know one place

she might be.

[soft rock music playing]

- [door opens]

- [speaking Spanish]

[Loca] Si.

[door closes]

Hey...

Can I help you, friend?

I don't need nothing.

Well... [chuckles]

Well...

You can either

order a drink or...

leave.

We don't want any trouble.

Take a walk, old man.

Doesn't concern you.

[chuckles]

You know what? Everything

that happens in this bar

- concerns me.

- [door opens]

[door opens]

- Get the f*** outta here.

- It's cool, Tony.

- I got this.

- Loca...

Just go, seriously.

Before you get us both killed.

I promise. No blood

will be spilled. Not here.

Look, I've had a rough week.

I don't know if I can handle being

banished from my favorite bar.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Acuerdate.

[guns cock]

Before anyone does

anything stupid,

let me explain why you're here.

Then if you still want to, we can settle

our differences out in the parking lot.

And how do you

propose we do that?

No guns, no weapons.

Just you and me.

Orale, negra.

Where's your boy Angel at?

Why do you want to know?

Because he murdered a nephew to the

cartel and I got tangled up in it.

- This is bullshit. She's lying.

- [door opens]

Angel.

- Loca.

- Are you serious?

- You know her?

- Shut the f*** up, Inez.

What's she talkin' about

the cartel, man?

- Tell them about Cuete.

- Yo, what about Cuete?

- You ax Cuete, fool?

- Do you know what they'll do to us?

- To our families?

- You gonna point that at me

you better be ready

to use it, little girl.

I was born ready, motherf***er!

You kill both of them

- and the cartel will back down.

- Everybody just chill!

- Oso, put the gun down, homie.

- The gun down?

I'm not gonna die because this

motherf***er had some old beef with Cuete,

and that b*tch got

caught up in it.

No one is going to shoot anybody

because I am the one with

the money and their product.

And two bodies won't make them

feel better without their loot.

So put the guns down.

Okay.

I killed him.

It was personal. And

that's all I'm gonna say.

And I didn't mean for this sh*t to come back

on Carlos or any of us for that matter.

I had it all sorted out.

I was gonna pin it

on the Barreras cartel.

Just didn't have time.

Soldiers moved in too quick.

By the time I got there,

it was too late.

I heard them asking questions

about you and Cuete.

And Carlos had no idea

what they were talking about.

They tied him up in a chair...

and blew his head off.

Then they came after me.

I had no choice.

- Why were you there?

- I needed guns.

A few days ago, a psycho from the RR

got released from Crescent Valley

- and raped my cousin.

- Jesus.

Put it on me for some reason

I still don't know.

He was following us,

stalking us.

So I needed protection,

so I called Carlos.

He's the only one I trusted.

We didn't want

anyone else to know.

Why not? You still got access

to muscle, don't you?

Of course, I do.

But I don't want another war.

And now this cartel thing

is now on me too.

But there's a way out.

I got about 100 more of those.

The cartel is coming for us,

all of us.

But I have a plan.

And in order to pull it off,

we need to work together.

So stop pretending we're so different just

because we come from different blocks.

And why would we do that?

For the same reason I'm not gonna kill

this motherf***er where he stands.

Manage a common enemy...

plus, if my plan works,

we'll get the cartel

off our backs,

and exact vengeance against the RR

for what was done to my cousin.

We split everything equal.

Seven ways.

There's only six of us.

My cousin Cammy.

She gets a share.

But she's not

gonna get involved.

This is the guy... Joker.

You think you can find him?

Might take a day or two.

Let's say we put

our differences aside

and we get this

motherf***er, Joker...

then what?

How is that gonna help us

get rid of the cartel?

Here you go.

What are you packing?

What do you mean,

I got a 9 in there.

[scoffs]

A**hole.

- Before you shoot...

- [gun c*cks]

...make sure you pull that.

You got a laser sight

right on top.

- You good?

- Yeah.

- So where is this place?

- It's right down the corner.

How is it gonna go down?

Me and you are gonna

cover the back.

Bulldog is gonna

cover the front.

Peaches, getaway driver.

- You got that?

- Yeah.

- You guys ready?

- Let's do it. Let's go.

[engine cranks]

[gunshot]

[groans]

[Loca] Drop it, Joker.

F*** you.

You have five seconds.

Four...

Three...

Two...

[groans]

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