Blood In, Blood Out Page #11

you're talking about, ese.

I'll tell you

what I'm talking about, pendejo.

You're a two-time loser, Smokey.

One more, and they're gonna

lock you up for good.

So you better tell me about Onda, or

I'm gonna strap you down with the b*tch.

You'll never see the streets again!

If I say anything, I'm dead meat.

I ain't gonna tell you sh*t, ese!

It's baby powder, baboso!

You write down every word I say.

Anything you don't understand,

you ask. I will answer just once,

so write it down.

Precedents for habeas corpus,

cruel and unusual punishment here.

You're also allowed

to help on Durham decree.

How much can you charge for this?

You do your homework,

jailhouse lawyer...

can make as much as any

mid-level attorney on the street.

I'm gonna live in here.

- Jerry, I don't mean to be nosy, but I...

- Then don't be.

All right, what? What is it?

I'm just wonderin', uh...

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.

Big time.

- Hey, Jer, I just want you

to handle my ca...

- All right, George.

- Hurry up, Jerry.

- Charlie, I didn't see your jacket

here. You got an appointment?

The name's Carlos. Remember,

I'm paying you a lot of feria, ese.

- You make an appointment, Charlie.

- You should be working

on my case overtime.

Charlie! Cool out or get out.

George? Table.

Oy, e, Miklo.

You could take your leg off and hook

down some of the books from up top, ese.

Hey, I'm just kidding, ese.

Come here.

Oy, e, come here, man. Okay, relax.

I got the medicine

to make you well, vato.

Mira, if you're ever in any pain, homey,

you just come talk to me.

You should talk to El Mero Mero.

Chale, think about the future,

not the past. Montana's not God.

Tomorrow at the council, I'm giving Onda

a chance to move into the driver's seat.

Don't be left behind, eh?

Mira, I cut a sweet deal

with the AV-ers.

They'll supply me

with all the dope I can move...

just as long as I sell only

to the blacks and the browns.

What do you have to give

in return to the polar bears?

I gotta plug up the BGA pipeline,

take 'em out of the dope business.

It's simple. Me and my soldados

can take care of Pockets in here.

My brother Smokey,

he can take out Cheap Times,

their main supply joint down in L.A.

All I need from

the council is back-up.

It's a sucker's deal, ese.

The only thing the Aryans want is

to start a war between black and brown.

Chale, we've got

a truce with the BGA.

Why do you wanna play

the chimp with these may, ates?

The market is there.

Cocaine is America's cup of coffee.

Oy, e, check it out.

I'm making so much feria right now...

it's making Miklo's gambling book

look like bubble gum change.

We don't start wars

to become dope pushers.

You even addicted

some of our own soldados to coca.

We're supposed to protect our people,

not destroy them.

Look at his arms. He loves that sh*t

more than he loves us.

- It'll destroy La Onda.

- Enough words!

We've come all this way. You wanna

go back to bumming cigarettes, ese?

- Oy, e, you wanna shine shoes?

- Ese, La Onda don't shine shoes.

That's right,

but that's what's gonna happen

if we don't make our move now, ese!

I wanna own the whole f***in' store!

Now are you with me?

I say chale.

You're not the leader here.

I say Onda's not with you.

You do what you have to do without us.

'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.

- Hey, carnal.

- No, ese.

Carlos, come back!

Jefe, we can't let him go.

We can't let him split up Onda.

Carlos!

Can't you see Montana's stupid

for letting Charlie walk?

Onda's committing suicide.

- F*** you, Jerry!

- Fine. I thought you

wanted to learn something.

Listen, Charlie's a businessman.

He broke some serious business rules.

Not only did he get

strung out on his own sh*t...

but he moved on BGA clients

when he didn't have to.

- Is that right?

- Yeah, that's right.

You know, I see the jackets

of most of the cons that come in here.

Eighty percent of them...

Eighty percent of them are drug cases.

You know why?

Because everybody out there's doin' it.

Doctors, lawyers, housewives.

Cocaine is America's cup of coffee.

You were Carlos' connection.

He said the same "cup of coffee" line

exactly. You were supplying him.

You're pissed 'cause he's doing

business with the AV-ers now.

Last year, California passed

a flat-time law for drug offenders.

You know what that means? That means

they have it worse than anybody...

murderers, rapists, anybody.

There's no parole, no good time.

That's a lot of guys

that are gonna be here for

a real long time, all drug users.

- Can you see the potential? Can you?

- Yeah.

Anyone who can accommodate

that appetite...

can control this joint

and every other joint.

Dwell on it.

Drive it. Drive it, Ryder.

Here's your pill briefs.

Jerry said it'll take at least

three months for the court to respond.

Well, well, well, Lightning.

Our favourite spic lover has come home.

I knew he'd be back.

It's overdue.

You hear that, Lightning?

The cripple here wants to

collect your gamblin' debts.

Yeah, well, I might think about it,

if he'll show me his falsie.

- Come on, cripple, show me your stump.

- Little white Mexican boy...

came all the way back

just to show us his stump.

- Hold his f***in' leg.

Come on, man. Stand still.

- Get off me, motherfuckers!

Too many britches on.

Stay still, God damn it, I said!

You gotta be crazy to pull

this sh*t, Lightning!

- He must be laughin'

in his grave, cripple.

- Get off, you f***...

- No, leave it alone!

- Stay still, God damn it.

- There she is.

- F***in' puto!

You ever heard that old saying,

"Put your foot in your mouth"?

Spit-shine that shoe, boy.

You f***in' polar bears

are gonna pay, believe me!

Carlos works for us now, and every day

he brings more Onda soldiers with him.

You greasers better wise up.

It's a white world.

The coloureds are here to serve us.

From now on...

you're gonna be

my personal errand boy.

- You motherf***er!

- F***in' punk.

Go out for a pass, cripple.

Come on. Go deep.

Now you're back to your true nature,

boy, crawlin' on your belly like a worm.

- They put it in my face!

- You have to understand,

your leg is gone, Miklo.

You can no longer be a soldier.

That's why I put you in the library.

It's not what they did to me.

They got no respect for Onda.

We should never

have given up Carlos.

You think I wanted to?

Carlos f***ed up, bad!

I'm not saying he didn't,

but he was right about the drugs.

Whoever controls them

controls everything.

You ever seen an old drug dealer, Miklo?

They don't exist.

the majority in the pintas

in the Southwest.

What good is it if

we're a bunch of f***in' slaves

workin' for the BGA and the AV-ers?

We gotta attack now!

We gotta take power!

The best of us ending up

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