Blood In, Blood Out Page #13

ain't reachin' to Chino right now.

Mosca Lopez is crazy.

I done lost three people down there.

I can ask the warden

for a temporary transfer.

He might agree if you

guarantee peace while I'm gone.

F*** a truce! We cannot...

Five days.

Miklo will coordinate

Onda business in my absence.

You can trust he'll make sure

nothing happens while I'm away.

So do we have a truce?

- Right on.

- Well, well, well.

You now have a combined IQ of two.

- You're a dead man, Wonder Bread!

- Why don't you kiss my enriched

white ass, motherf***er?

This here's my coon dog.

Get them coons, boy.

- Red Ryder, what's goin' on?

- Don't ask me what's goin' on, man!

Ask us, "What are we doin' here?

Is there a war?"

- Yeah!

- We'll run 'em outta the goddam banks!

- Save the taxpayers some money.

- All right, gentlemen!

Let's clear the yard now!

It's between the n*ggers

and the spics.

We're white, white, white,

you motherfuckers!

You're a jailhouse lawyer,

a counsellor.

He knows you'll follow my wishes.

But what if he's lying?

What if the BGA doesn't want peace?

Nobody in here knows what peace is.

They've never had it.

I'm talking about power, carnal.

The only way for us to gain real power

is for black and brown to come together.

Huh. And I thought Popeye Savedra

was the leader of Onda.

It's hard to buy

it's the little guy down there.

You better believe it.

He's got what you call charisma.

You really think he can do something

to stop the violence?

Montana's got something that makes you

wanna listen to him. Got a lot of heart.

If anybody 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 the administration.

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 14 years.

Can you believe it?

Come on, Segura. Move it.

You got it.

- What time's my daughter coming?

- She'll be here about 7:00 sharp.

We'll rack you at 6:00 tomorrow

for a shower.

I'll be waiting.

- Name's Wallace.

- Montana.

Say, amigo, you ain't got

no street smokes, do you?

This state tobacco, man,

it'll kill you.

I don't smoke.

You don't smoke, huh?

Man, I can't wait for these son

of a b*tches to let me outta here...

Do me some pickin' so I can send my

old lady some money back in Louisiana.

- I used to pick a little

when I was a kid.

- Huh.

Me, I've been followin' this crop

all my life.

If it ain't that,

I takes me a little drink.

If it ain't that, they got me

behind bars tryin' to dry out.

You ever pick any grapes, Wallace?

No, I ain't never picked no grapes,

but I done cut me a bunch.

Yeah.

- Here.

- Oh, man.

Is it... Is it... Say, a-amigo,

do you mind any if I have, uh, two?

Ah, keep the pack.

They're only for trade.

- Oh, man.

- Lights out.

You know, when I was a kid,

I used to love to pick.

Nothin' like fresh vegetables

and fruit ripe from the vine.

Yeah. Mmm.

Okay, the escort's on his way.

You'll have one hour with your father.

- Let's go!

- I'd like a couple of seconds

to straighten up.

I don't care who you are in San Quentin.

You're nobody here in Kern County.

Can I just take a couple of seconds

to straighten up? Please?

I'm gonna put your daughter in the

visiting room. You've got one hour.

The clock is ticking.

One hour. I'll be right back.

Morning, Montana.

Good morning, Wallace.

See they botherin' with you

early in the mornin', huh?

Nah. It's... It's a good day.

I'm not gonna

let anything ruin it.

Ooh, them damn short-handle hoes.

Yeah, I used a few of those myself.

Oh. Oh.

Here, amigo.

Why don't you use this?

Yeah, well, I'll hold it for you.

Thank you.

Yeah, chingo de tiempo

since I felt this good.

- Huh?

- My daughter's coming today.

- Oh, man, today is gonna be

such a good day for you.

- Yeah.

Your daughter's gonna be

so proud of you.

Uh-huh.

Now, this is what they call

"a change of plans."

For Cheap Times! For Cheap Times!

Son of a b*tch. Motherf***er, think

you can blow up my brother? Uh-uh.

You can go join your maker now,

for what falls to the floor is his.

Don't forget your smokes.

How'd you know he was in Delano? How'd

you know the head of La Onda was there?

Man, I do not give a good goddam

who that taco-eatin' motherf***er was.

Oh, who that taco-eatin'

motherf***er was? Do you know

who you killed, a**hole?

Your mama.

- We're gonna stay here.

- Nope. He's been in for 30 years.

He's as tough as three-inch steel.

- When I get back,

I'm gonna bust your ass.

- I'll be here.

Come in here.

Yeah, that's the man. That's the one

who ordered it. Bring him in here.

- Tell him what you told me.

- I didn't order no hit on nobody.

Don't bullshit me, man.

I ain't no sucker.

He's BGA. He made the hit.

He's your man.

I ain't tryin' to play you

for no sucker, brother.

I'm just tellin' you, if I wanted

to hit Montana, I use a freelancer.

An AV-er, so it couldn't be traced.

I'm not a stupid man, son.

That's enough.

Come on over here with me.

- Is that your man?

- Yeah, that's him.

- Why don't you let me talk to him?

- No way.

He ain't gonna tell you nothin'.

Do you wanna get to the bottom of

this problem? You wanna deal with it?

Now, I know he'll talk to me.

Your call.

Goddam.

The man got you down here too?

Yeah.

Look here.

Why you hit Montana?

Oh, I dig. The man got his eyes

and ears in the wall.

Don't sweat, brother.

I'm gonna maintain.

Who ordered the hit?

You did.

You did.

With your kite you did, man.

- You did. I got your kite, man.

- I didn't send you nothin'.

- Fu... You did, man.

- Who ordered it?

You did. I got your comb.

I kn... I know your design.

- You got my comb?

- Yeah, I got your comb. I opened it up.

I read the message.

I burned it. It was your comb, man!

The warden let me come in here

to talk to you about Montana's murder.

Who the f*** are you to

come here like this? Montana's

none of your f***ing business.

You've gotta listen to me, Miklo.

- The BGA didn't do it.

- That's bullshit.

- We know the f***ing BGA killed him.

- Yeah? Well, the administration

doesn't think so.

And what if they're right? You wanna be

responsible for starting a f***ing war

against the wrong people?

Huh?

Listen, man. I know you hate me.

I shot your leg off, and that's

something I'm gonna have to live with

for the rest of my life.

But you're still my blood,

and I'm not gonna stand here

and watch you destroy yourself.

If you start this war, you and your

vatos will be committing suicide.

Now look over there.

You see the warden?

Do you want that?

Ah, you're the man now, aren't you?

Look, Montana left you in charge, right?

Be a real leader, man.

I'll meet him in the yard.

One lieutenant each.

No guards around.

That's far enough.

Let 'em go on their own.

I swear to you, it wasn't the BGA.

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