Blood In, Blood Out Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1993
- 180 min
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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
Chale, not here, ese.
You know it.
Now you home with us,
and defend the barrio.
- 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
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.
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.
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?
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!
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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