Blood In, Blood Out Page #2

your f***in' face outta my business

before I put you down, milkweed.

Come on. Let's get this ranfla back.

You know it.

- You hungry, Miklo?

- I got the munchies, homes.

We get back to the cantn,

we'll get some refino.

See if Mama Dolores made some...

...those cookies

your mom used to make.

Chocolate baked...

Even a white boy

should like chocolate.

- Hey. Come here.

- Pull it up a little on your end.

Check it out, homies.

Who is it?

Right in our own

f***in' alley, homes!

- But those f***ers crossed the line, eh.

- Into dead man's land, ese.

- You packin' a filero, homes?

- Chale, just my dick in my pants.

- We gotta do something, man!

- Don't f*** around, ese!

Oh, we gotta do something?

Well, do something then, Rooster.

- Chale, why do you...

- You're listo. Come on. You're ready.

Come on. You want your placazo

so bad? Do something.

- Let me see the colour inside you.

- Leave it alone, ese.

- Come on, come on.

- Hey, what the f***'s

wrong with you, ese?

That's what I thought, Amarillo.

- Leave it alone, carnal.

- Watch me, Jolly Green Giant!

Hey, f***in' kamikaze.

Miklo, wait!

Hey, pinche loco, man!

This ain't no pinche card game, ese.

Hey, life's a risk, carnal.

What the f*** is he doin', ese?

He's locote, homes.

- Don't f*** him up, ese.

- Milkweed's got some balls, ese.

Oh, he's gonna start

some pedo, homes.

- Hey, hurry up, ese!

- What are you in a hurry for?

You got a date or something?

Let the homeboy get down.

F*** these punks!

I'll come in here day or night.

I'm taking over this barrio.

Get down, Demon.

Throw that puto sign on these punks.

They can't bust a grape,

can't kick no dust. Sh*t!

Oh, no! Sh*t!

I'm gonna f*** you up,

you Casper-looking motherf***er!

Get in the car, Demon!

You crazy sh*t you!

Javier!

Sh*t!

F*** you putos, ese!

You oughta be ridin'

a tricycle, Spider!

Spider, puto, you paint our wall,

I'll paint your ass, ese!

Why you wanna bust up

our ride around, punk?

F*** you, Candelaria!

We're taking over this barrio!

- Try it, Spider!

- Now get outta here, punk!

Ladies and gentlemen, it, uh, gives me

great pleasure to announce...

the winners of the Los Angeles

City, Schools Annual Art Competition.

- And the first one

is from Lincoln High School.

- I told you.

Cruz Candelaria.

Come up here, Cruz.

So, Cruz, here's your plaque,

your award of honour.

And much more important

than this plaque, however...

I want to give you this,

which is your scholarship...

from the Los Angeles

College of Design.

May you have tremendous

success in the future.

Ow! Cruz!

I want to thank especially...

especially mi abuelito...

my grandfather, my father...

my stepmom, Dolores,

who I love very much...

y Los Vatos Locos.

Whoo! Viva Los Vatos Locos!

Poke him deeper, ese.

Make it last.

You want me to hold you down, eh?

Como crying!

Hey, Cruzito,

you almost done, man?

I need you to stitch my khakis.

This afternoon I got my prize,

ese, and now you get yours.

Hey, your blue eyes

are turning brown, ese.

Caquita brown.

This is it, ese.

No more going back

to Fantasyland...

and believing the cat

never catches Tweety Bird.

Chale, not here, ese.

You know it.

Now you home with us,

and defend the barrio.

- Vatos Locos forever.

- Forever!

Forever.

- Whoo!

- Forever.

- Baptize him.

- Listen...

- No, no, no, no!

- Hold still.

- Just calm down.

It don't hurt. It don't hurt.

- Ah.

- Hold still, eh.

Yeah, homes.

Another one, another one.

Hey, that was cool what you did,

jackin' up those jokers, eh.

Cool, eh.

Come watch this cartoon.

It's really funny.

Have some respect.

Ow! Not bad for a loco

from the barrio, eh?

Can you imagine?

Nobody ever went to City Hall...

Cruzito, you are

a lone stallion among mules.

You're gonna become a legend,

like Pancho Villa orJoaquin Murrieta!

To Cruz!

Ow!

- Who's that lady,

- Who's that lady,

- Beautiful lady,

- Who's that lady,

- Lovely, lady,

- Who's that lady,

- Oh, y, ou're fine, lady,

- Who's that lady,

Esta es mi pachanga,

so have a good time!

'Cause I'm crying out to y, ou

If I tell y, ou to pursue

Oh, y, ou can look, girl

but don't touch, baby,

- No, no, no

- Huacha, Chuey. Huacha, Chuey.

Huchalo, Chuey.

Who's that lady,

- Ow!

- Who's that lady,

- Sexy, lady,

- Go on, Chuey!

Who's that lady,

- Beautiful lady,

- Who's that lady,

- Oh, y, ou're fine, lady,

- Who's that lady,

- I would dance upon a string...

- Hey, Frankie, let me borrow

the keys to your brother's GTO.

Hey, yeah? What do you

think I am, a pendejo?

Oh, culero, see how you are, ese?

See who paints that portrait

of your girl like you wanted me to.

Oh, pinche Indian giver.

Hey, you promised, eh.

Hey, you're an Indian giver, ese.

Hey, me la ray, o, vato. I'll paint your

ruca firme like that, all naked y todo.

- Put some gas in it, ese.

- Hey, don't be putting stains

on Frankie's back seat, homes!

- Or the front seat,

or anywhere else, vato.

- Yes, I am

- Searchin', searchin'for my, baby,

- Orale, Cruzito.

Searchin', searchin'for my, love

Mira, huacha, huacha, huacha, Cruz.

I'm searchin'for my, baby,

- Hey.

- I'll find her

Thought you said

you was gonna be at this thing.

Huh? Guess what.

I got Frankie's brother's GT.

- You did?

- Yeah, you know it, mi hija.

So what's up? I thought you said

you was gonna be at this thing,

and then you didn't show up.

- You didn't tell me what time.

- Oh, well, let's dance, ruca.

- I love y, ou...

- Orale, Cruz.

I need y, ou by, my, side

For my,

For my, dream girl

I'll never, never

never have no peace

- Let's get outta here.

- No, no, no, no, no

Hey, where's Cruz going?

Hey, come here, homes!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, no way, homes.

- Wait!

- Where you goin'?

- But...

Cruz gonna open a present now, eh.

Oh, s., baboso.

Like you don't know. Come on.

I'm gonna take you out

with a knockout, homes.

- Orale, Juanito. Put up

your dukes, eh. Guard yourself.

- What do you think I'm doin'?

- Hit him with a right!

Hit him with a right!

- Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit.

But Bobby Chacon rises

and dusts Chu Chu Castillo.

- Pa-pa-pa pow-pow.

Picks him up, spins him around.

- Come on. Let me go!

Your skin's so soft, mi hijita.

Will you paint my picture?

I'm gonna paint you

like an Aztec princess.

- Hold me

- Hold me

- Hold me

- Hold me

I want y, ou...

Ooh, looky, looky.

Can I have some?

I like mine rare.

Ye-pa, ye-pa, ye-pa!

What door do I pick?

This ain't your turf, ese!

Get him out!

Get him out, gero!

No!

- Kick his ass, motherf***er!

- F*** him up, Kool-Aid!

Get back for the kids

for that f***in' bat! Come on, punk!

Let's give this Vato Loco a joyride!

We gotta teach these putos a lesson!

They ain't gonna

f*** with us no more!

I'm taking his VL placa!

It's mine forever, ese!

What are you kids doin' up there?

Get your old man ass

back inside now, punk...

before I put you to sleep!

Let's get the f*** outta here!

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