Blood In, Blood Out Page #15

the other half of mi corazn.

You ordered me

to destroy this mould.

But I kept it for protection

from you.

Now I want you to destroy it.

- I loved him.

- We both loved him.

But we did what we had to do

for Onda.

You were right.

I give my life to you.

What are we doing here?

- Come on, man.

- Man, you got me out of bed

to come down here?

Think you lost more

than your hair, vato.

Don't believe all that sh*t

you hear about Samson, ese.

I'm just strippin' myself

down to the bone, homes.

- Yeah, what if I said I wouldn't come?

- Sh*t, I knew you would come.

Come look at yourself

in the mirror, ese.

Oh, man.

It's not all marked up, man.

It's a sign of respect.

For ten years, man, I've been

star trekking in the twilight zone.

Damn, we were all innocent, eh?

It's all gone, Cruzito.

It ain't like that any more.

What, not even a little carnalismo

left in there, ese?

What, you think you use brotherhood up

like a shot of tequila?

You just drink it down, it burns,

it makes you feel good, yeah?

And then you're left with the hangover

the rest of your life?

Look, man, you showed me your mural.

You're a good artist.

I think you're the best.

Now, come on. Let's go.

Hey, just 'cause you wear sunglasses

don't mean you're blind, ese.

Oh, sh*t. You want to know

what I see up there?

A fantasy, man. A dream.

Three vatos looking for something

that wasn't there.

Loco, we stood by each other.

We trusted each other.

Orale, that's worth believing in.

Sh*t, we were familia, homes.

He ain't my family.

I hate that f***in' puto.

You ought to scrape his ass

off the wall like dirt.

Chale, vato, no matter how much hate

there is between you and him...

you're still connected.

You got the same blood pumping

through both your hearts, ese.

That's a bond you can never break.

Neither can Miklo.

- He's still just trying to be like you.

- That's bullshit!

Simn, ese, come on! El Gallo Negro,

the baddest Chicano in the barrio.

Yeah, well, that ain't me.

Not any more.

You ain't changed a bit, ese.

Oh, so, what... what are you saying?

It's all my fault,

the way everything turned out?

Oh, I see.

What, you think you got

so much f***ing power, huh?

Control everybody's destiny?

- No, you're right, man.

- No, I'm not.

- I set Miklo up.

I made him go after Spider. I mean,

I started the whole f***ing thing.

Relax, ese.

Your back wouldn't be all f***ed up.

Miklo wouldn't be in prison.

He'd still have his leg.

- Hey, I forgive you, ese.

- I don't want your forgiveness, man!

You know, that's your f***in' problem,

ese. You can't forgive yourself.

You need that guilt.

It's what keeps you going.

Hey, I know, bro. I fed mine

through a needle for ten years!

And that gero up there,

hating his own f***ing white skin?

Sh*t, he's got it worse

than both of us.

You gotta cut it loose, carnal.

It's f***ing poison.

That's who we are.

Three Vatos Locos

full of carnalismo...

trying to survive

in a f***ing war zone.

But what I know now, bro,

is that I need my familia to do it.

We all do.

Even you, pinchejura.

Badass cop.

- Come on, man.

- Hey, don't back away, vato.

Life's a risk, carnal.

Remember? You said it yourself.

Step into the ring

and throw down, ese.

You a badass?

Take care of business, homes.

'Cause we're from East Los, ese.

We come out chased by hounds, huh?

'Round and 'round we go, wearing

a pinche rabbit's foot for luck...

just ahead of the f***ing hounds.

Yeah!

Hey.

We got something better

than a rabbit's foot, homes.

We've got familia.

Hmm? You know

what I'm sayin', ese?

You may be bad, but you

can't dance like Smooth Cruz.

Oh, I see now.

I remember you, vato.

El merengue

at the Tender Trap, '72.

Rucas got their hearts broke,

and I kicked your ass.

Sh*t. Oh, sh*t, man.

I was breaking hearts and faces, vato.

Bullshit!

You still can't dance, ese.

You still can't dance.

Yeah, but you can learn, ese.

I'll teach you, simn.

'Cause it ain't ever over, homes.

Ever!

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