Blood In, Blood Out Page #10

to take the money and the dope!

No, no, there's an armoured truck!

Sh*t! This ain't a buy.

This is a heist, man! Call it in!

- 211 in progress, Zody's on Whittier!

- Look up!

Look up!

Come on!

Smokey, I got you covered!

Let's go!

Sh*t! Apache, cover me!

- Wait, pinche!

- Apache, wait!

Sh*t!

They're heading south on Whittier!

There's two of them!

- Call it in!

- Right!

- It's me, carnal!

- Miklo? What the f***

are you doing, man?

- Give me the gun, carnal.

- No f***ing way, ese!

Miklo, I can help you!

Give me the f***ing gun!

I ain't going back, Paco!

You owe me this one, Vato Loco!

No! Miklo, wait! I can't!

- Stop! Police!

- F*** you, Detective!

Stop, or I'll shoot!

Hey, Cruz, man...

Huh? You painted it about 20 times.

Hey, come on, tecato.

Let's ride the horse.

Hey, chale, Chuey.

We got an intruder.

Oh, sh*t, homes.

It's John Wayne.

Well, you're just

a bunch of little chavalas...

and I can whip

the whole bunch of ya Chicanos!

So, what you want, man?

Not much, carnalito.

Uh, hey, how are you?

How you doing?

- You know, things people usually say

who care about each other.

- Oh, s...

After seven years of nothing, man?

Not even a f***ing greeting card.

You want hospitality, homes?

Hey, pues, there's a can of chinga

tu madre right there on the table, man.

Why don't you help yourself?

"Hey, homes"? Did you say "Hey, homes"

to Miklo, homes, before you shot him?

- Hey, chill out, Chuey!

- Hey, what was I supposed to do?

He was a shooter in a robbery!

I was doing my job! Nobody has

the right to kill innocent people!

No, you're a pinche vato vendido, puto!

- F***er!

- Hey!

- Ow! Ow!

- Hey! F***ing relax! Hey!

Hey, djalo solo!

F*** you! F*** you, wimp!

Hey, homes, you can't come here any

more unless you're going to bust me!

Who the f*** gave you permission to use

my little brother in your paintings?

I don't need permission from you!

He's my carnalito too!

Hey, don't you use Juanito

as an excuse to wreck your life!

You don't have that right!

I don't have the right, huh?

F***ing right I don't. You're

f***ing right I don't have the right.

I don't... I don't

have that f***ing right.

You want him out

of my painting, joto? All right.

All right, there he is!

Take it, man! Come on! Juanito

always loved me more than you, homes.

You were always too much

of a badass to love the little vato!

Just like you are now.

So much of a f***ing badass,

you kill your own people!

No!

Don't you ever say that to me again,

Cruzito. I let you say that once...

What the f***?

You gonna kick my ass?

Well, icaiga! Let's get down!

Come on! You're the badass!

Well, come on, gabacho.

You the law! Do your job!

Do your f***ing job!

Look at this.

Look at that.

Must be from Quentin, huh?

- Hey. Hey, he's the guy...

- PCP bust. That's Popeye Savedra.

Miklo's connected to him.

It's your destiny, man. It's...

It's like a wave nothing can stop.

No, no, it's a lot

more complicated than that.

This is some heavy sh*t, all right?

Everything is perfect.

It's like your mother's love.

is like you have no mother.

It's absolute hatred,

complete destruction.

In other words,

"You win it all or lose everything."

Sweet bunch of guys.

This big, fat pig Popeye, right here in

the centre? He's gotta be their leader.

- Hey, Aguilar!

- Look at the way they're

all grouped around him like that.

Hey, Aguilar, that, uh, that con

you blasted just got out of surgery.

He's gonna be a whole lot easier

to catch from now on.

Nurse, could you give me

a minute, please? Nurse?

Por la Virgen, Miklo,

I did not know that it would...

Don't talk to me about the Virgen.

Vatos Locos forever.

That all died

when you pulled that trigger.

How did everything

get so f***ed up, man?

The pinche badge, ese.

You owe me, vendido!

Who's the sell-out?

You're telling me

you're working hard going straight.

The next thing I know

you're pointing a.357 at me...

and there's two guys

dead on the ground.

I would have given you

anything, Miklo.

But you... you can't just

take away what I am.

You chose the wrong side, ese.

There's too many of us.

You're gonna lose.

No, uh-uh. See, I don't forget

where I come from or who I am.

That's what keeps me going every day.

- You don't want to hear the truth, Paco.

- What truth?

This, La Onda?

Is this your truth?

Two-bit punks like Popeye Savedra

with their PCP labs?

Or you, robbing Zody's

and killing innocent people?

Well, if that's your truth, then

you're right. I don't wanna hear it.

Get out, puto!

You're not my blood!

I'm cutting you off

like they did my leg.

You don't exist for me any more.

Miklo, orale, carnalito.

What's up, ese?

You're looking good, homey!

Hey, Hopalong!

You better tell Carlos he'd better

stop f***ing with my business!

- You stay...

- Pockets, not in public!

- Ain't gonna let no junkie

rip off my customers.

- Velka, time to lock up!

- It's the Bionic Man.

- Hey, Carlos.

- What's with the BGA?

- Pay no mind to cheap conversation.

They're just sore losers, ese.

They're just flapping their crow wings.

- Pockets is on the warpath, ese.

- Oy, e, I can't help it if the customers

know where the quality is.

- He's been selling them baby powder.

- I don't have all day, man.

Let's take it in.

Hey, Majito.

Gonna be cellies, huh?

Move over here.

Let me get those cuffs.

That's a badass pano, homeboy.

You've been burnin' them quills,

huh? You're getting good.

It's yours.

My "Home Sweet Home" picture, huh?

At least this bum leg

got me something.

I get to work at the law library.

What's all that mad-dogging

between Carlos and the BGA?

The vato's got one

sweet cocaine connection.

Hmm. And he's moving in

on Pockets' customers.

How did he connect?

Nobody knows. But it's dynamite sh*t.

Pure Bolivian flake.

And Montana, he just stood by

and watched Carlos jump in?

Plata talks.

Carlos is recruiting lots of

soldiers and buying influence...

on the council to try

to neutralize Montana.

Says it's his own personal trip,

not Onda's.

That's bullshit! Personal trips

is what's f***ing Onda up.

I saw that out on the streets.

We're cutting our own throats.

It's too soon to be walking on it.

It's a long way up, but there's

no way they're gonna stick me...

uh, my carnales.

Your own cousin did that.

- 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 ever f***ed with my business.

Hey, puto.

What the f*** do you think

you're doing, chorizo?

Trying to jump-start your memory, punk.

Turn your ass around.

- Where the f*** is Popeye Savedra?

- I ain't seen the vato.

- He took off.

- Yeah, right after Zody's, right?

You were in on that, too,

weren't you, Smokey, hmm?

- How about these putos?

You know 'em, don't you?

- No. No way.

Isn't that what

that snake tattoo means?

Hmm? Isn't that what

that snake tattoo means?

I don't know what the f***

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