Blood In, Blood Out Page #3

Let's party!

Tres Puntos own this barrio now!

My back, my back!

He's still under the anaesthetic.

I gotta go back in.

Your son has multiple contusions.

The thoracic vertebrae in his back

is broken. It's very serious.

When will we know if he'll be okay?

His spleen is injured, so I gotta go

back in to try and stop the bleeding.

If he gets an abdominal infection,

he might be in for a prolonged stay.

I'm sorry.

That's all I got to say right now.

We got the Vatos here.

Get the door!

- Tres Puntos are gonna pay

big time, homes! Big time!

- Shut up!

Shut up! We ain't gonna

be hitting 'em tonight, eh.

They're gonna be waiting for us tonight.

We're gonna get 'em tomorrow morning.

In the daylight?

It's Sunday, ese.

Well, they ain't gonna be

going to Mass, pendejo.

Gimme that! You don't

think I want 'em, eh?

You don't think I want 'em?

I got some poison for a spider,

eh, but for tomorrow.

Paco. Paco.

Hey, hey, cool it, ese!

- What are you doing?

Get out, all of you!

- We can't let those punks...

- Come into our barrio and

start pushing us around, eh.

- Just get out of here!

- What are you doing? Those are

mi carnales. They're my family.

- I'm your family!

then we are nothing!

- F*** that! Come on!

- Yeah, homes, chale!

Paco! Paco, mi hijo!

- No, Miklo.

- I'm sorry, T.a.

I like the country, ese!

Hey, Kool-Aid, put that little jalapeo

back in your pants, ese.

Hey, homey, I was just

marking our new territory!

Check out the new view, homies!

I'm gonna build myself

a righteous pad here.

Swimming pool,

white picket fence and sh*t.

- Save me some.

- Come here, baby.

- Don't. They're watching.

- Come here. Gimme some.

- No.

- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hooey!

Yeah!

Check it out, Spider.

I don't know why,

you treat me so bad

After all the things

that we could have had

Love and emotion

I can't forget

- My, sweet 16 I will never regret

- It's that punk from the alley.

- Hey, Spider!

- Vato Loco must be on

medication to come here.

You cut my carnal!

I'm here to jack you up, puto!

Hey, let's cut the motherf***er!

- What do you vatos wanna do, ese?

- Cale, homies.

You gotta pay your dues

to me, pinche mamn.

You wanna throw down, puto?

Come and get some!

- Chale, motherf***er!

- Hey, f*** you!

You want another placazo, badass?

Come and get it, motherf***er!

I'm gonna cut your f***in' eye out,

punk, and kill you!

F*** these other vatos, ese!

Get up, Chuckie! Get up!

You f*** with my familia, eh,

you gotta answer to me here and now.

Come on. Toe to toe!

Let's go, motherf***er!

Let's see what kind of man

you are in daylight!

What's the matter, Spider,

you a-scared of me?

I'm gonna catch you on

the f***in' rebound, punk!

I'm gonna squash you like

the pinche bug you are.

Come on, motherf***er!

F***! Die, motherf***er!

Where you goin', chaval? Get up.

- My rib's broken.

- You ain't talkin' so bad now, ese.

- Oh, my rib!

- You wanna know how it feels like?

You wanna know how it feels

like to get stuck, puto?

Come on. Get up.

- Get up!

- F***in' punk!

What are you runnin' for, b*tch?

Shouldn't oughta done that

to my brother Cruzito, ese.

You know what I mean, jellybean?

- F***!

- You wanna dance?

I know a tune

that's called "stick and cut."

You like dancing to

"stick and cut," ese?

Huh, puto?

Miklo, hold him down!

Look at him!

Property of Vatos Locos.

In case the dog catcher

wants to know.

Motherf***er!

Let him up, milkweed!

Let him up!

Hey, Jorge.

We got him for Cruzito, ese!

He's marked for life!

Paco, no! Cruz is alive, ese!

Yeah, look at him.

The dog is belly up!

- Whoo! Viva Los Vatos Locos!

- Viva Vatos Locos!

Yeah!

Viva Los Vatos Locos!

- Let's go, homes!

- Let's go, man!

Damn it! F***er!

Die, pinche puto!

No! He's dead!

- Come on. Let's go, homes!

- No!

- Sh*t!

- Where's he hit, man? Where's he hit?

Chuey, get his shirt off, homes!

Take it easy, Miklo!

There's blood everywhere! He's hurt bad.

- What the f*** are you doing, pendejo?

- Watch the corner!

You're gonna kill us!

You're gonna kill us, Paco!

Shut up, Frankie! I gotta

get him to the hospital, homes!

No! I don't wanna go to

no hospital! People die there!

Man, you're shot! What are you worried

about, ese? I'm taking you to County!

No! Let me out!

- I ain't going to no hospital!

- Hey, get your ass back in here!

- Watch the van!

- No!

Get out of the road!

Here they come, Paco!

- Let's get outta here, Paco!

- Step on it, Paco!

Oh, sh*t!

Watch it, Paco!

- Oh, hang on!

- He's still there, vato!

You cry, we die! Shut up, homes!

Come on, homes!

Step on it, man!

He's gaining on us!

They ain't gonna do sh*t, vato!

Huacha, homes, huacha.

Chicano U-turn, homey!

- Puro ricochet!

- There's no f***ing jura...

in this town, ese,

can do a Chicano U-turn!

- Right on, carnal!

- Hey, you just hang on tight, Miklo.

You're gonna be

as free as a bird, vato.

- Whoo!

- All right!

They're down on Floral!

Get rid of them, Fuentes!

Hey, this is your

papi's shotgun, homes!

- Throw it out the pinche window!

- Relax, homes!

Those are pinche tourists!

They ain't gonna get nobody, homes!

I got a big-time chistoso

for these putos...

right down here

on Indiana Street, homes.

Me la pelan, tourists!

Look out!

- Go!

- Come on! Let's go, Paco!

Come on, Miklo!

We gotta go, homes!

- Come on, eh!

- Paco, come on!

- Run, carnal, run!

- Vatos Locos forever, carnal. Let's go!

Come on!

Sh*t!

- Freeze!

- Show me your hands!

Show me your hands!

- My cousin is shot, homes. You gotta...

- Get 'em up!

- Come on. Get against the car!

- You gotta help my cousin, homes.

- Get against the car!

- He's hurt.

- Get 'em up!

- My cousin's been shot, homes.

- Don't move.

Get up against the car! Go, move!

- Cuff him!

- Hey. Hey, help out my cousin.

He's been...

Shut up and get against the car!

Paco... Ah! Paco!

Paco!

Keep the pace, man. Come on.

Keep it going. Keep it going.

Come on.

Some fresh meat

just come in, carnal. Look!

Come on, Ryder.

One more time, man.

Come on, man.

Come on, Ryder.

What the f*** we got here?

- Can you believe that sh*t?

- Follow that man.

- 58-271.

- Okay, come on.

Pick it up. Let's go!

- Velka, B69-345.

Pick it up. What you strollin' for?

Move it along. Let's go!

Hey, baby, long time since

I had a West Texas ballroom b*tch.

- How 'bout you bein' my old lady?

- Say, you, black baby.

This bull been corralled up

for a long time.

I got what you need.

Put that punk in a cell with me.

Orale, blue eyes.

- Look over here.

I got something for you.

- Come on, girl.

You don't listen to anybody but me.

Do you understand that?

I'm the man. I'm the boss.

Do you understand?

Now, walk!

Go to the door.

White sign over the door.

Your chains will come off, you'll drop

your drawers, and you'll be home.

Welcome to San Quentin.

- InmateJones, 5 15, y, ou have a visitor.

- Name?

Carney.

- What's your number?

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