Blood In, Blood Out Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1993
- 180 min
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No! I need some money now!
Do you understand me? Tonight!
Come on. I sold out,
so I deserve some, right?
You've got a brilliant career ahead
of you, Cruz, but all that talent
can go right in the garbage.
Think about that when you're
getting high with your friends tonight.
Please, no Baptist sermons,
okay, Janis?
Strictly business, remember?
Thank you.
I got a hot tip, Al.
How's my credit?
- Hey!
- Oh, come on. Don't be that way.
Nothin' like poppin' that cherry,
huh, Al?
Red Ryder, your mouth, your mouth.
- Lakers won in overtime, Al.
- Oh!
Give him a green one.
Why do you keep bettin'
on them L.A. teams, Lightning?
to me, Al.
You're gonna always
be runner-up, punk.
I'm still gonna cut that VL placa
off of you, sissy.
Hey, Pancho, don't be a sore loser.
Get the f*** out of here.
I don't want that greaser pimp
even talking to you. Understand me?
Tomorrow is your day, gero.
Tonight you must read the black book.
These are the killing points. The arrows
show where a man can be killed.
Hit a man here or here,
and he dies slowly and painfully.
Hit a man here or here,
and he dies instantly.
When you get to the kitchen in the
morning, look in the largest stockpot.
Geronimo will be watching.
If you're successful tomorrow,
you'll become one of us.
If you fail, you die.
Hey, no, I got that, Howie.
Let a real man do the job.
It's all yours.
All right, you slaves!
I want them things cleaned
in one hour. Now, move it!
You, get to work!
Come on now. You heard the man.
Let's do it. Let's do it. Let's do it.
- You got to do what the man says.
- Hey, come on, man!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, my back!
Oh, it's so hot!
- What do you want me to do?
- Somebody get that off! Oh!
Oh, it's burning my back! God! He burned
my back on purpose! I know he did!
- It hurts, damn it! It hurts!
- I know it hurts!
I can't do nothing for you.
Put-Put it... Put-Put it away!
Put it away!
Hey! What the f***
are you doing in here?
I'm sorry. Excuse me. I didn't know.
- What are you doing in here?
- I didn't do anything.
- This room is off-limits.
- You shouldn't be in here, babycakes.
- All you men, back it up.
- What do you want?
- I'm sorry. I just wanted
more steel wool.
- You are f***ing up, Al,
letting this kid in here.
- That's okay, Bob. He's cool.
- Cool, bullshit. Nobody else
is supposed to know about this.
- I won't say anything.
- Shut up!
- It's all right, Sergeant.
He does what I say.
Hey, I am not risking everything
for some piece of ass!
Just a goddam minute. You get paid
plenty for your risk, right? Am I right?
- Yeah, right.
- Well, all right then. Now, get moving.
We got plenty of trips for you to make.
And remember, I got a receipt for every
dollar you got in that money belt.
Hey, what the f*** are you looking at?
Get your ass right there,
stand there and don't move!
How long does it take you to get
back here from the parking lot?
- Fifteen minutes.
- All right, I expect you
back here in... in ten.
- You keep this damn door closed.
- Don't you give me orders.
You just make sure nobody
sees you leaving here.
God damn you, you little bastard!
Don't you ever come in here!
I done told you!
Now get the f*** out of here!
You little prick tease! I'm tired of you
swinging your precious little ass around
like you own the joint!
You haven't put out worth sh*t!
I'm sorry, Al.
I f***ed up. I know.
Forgive me.
I thought you were alone.
- Get out!
- Please don't hold it against me.
- Shut up!
- Please?
Let me make it up to you.
I know I've held back,
but I'm not gonna do it any more.
We don't have a lot of time.
Come on.
Let's get to it.
- I'm gonna lick you clean.
- Do it, b*tch.
- Lay back and enjoy it.
- Sh*t!
- I'm telling you, man.
Lieutenant, I don't know
what you're talking about.
Oh, you're trying to insult my
intelligence? You're Onda, he's BGA.
Look, I know you're
the gang coordinator,
but you side on the wolf ticket.
- Sh*t!
- Come on.
- Don't bullshit me.
Have a heart.
I'm trying to stay out of trouble.
I just want to get out of here.
I can make something of my life
before I get too old to enjoy it.
Al, I told you to keep the door...
You f***in' little sh*t!
Okay, gentlemen, it was just
an accident. Get back to work.
You got breakfast to make.
Man down! Let's go! Storage room.
Man down. Let's go.
God damn it!
You all want to f*** with me?
Sergeant, I want you
I want the ID and background
on every man in here.
All right, I want to know who did it.
Somebody in here gets 25 years,
or you're all dead, so take your pick.
You shut up!
I wanna know who did it.
Everybody in here goes into lockdown.
No exercise, no rec room, no sunshine.
Get out of there!
No nothin' until I get some answers.
And until I do, you're not
gonna see the light of day.
Sergeant Devereaux!
Sergeant Devereaux, I want you
to strip-search these men.
Everyone here is going
to do time in the hole.
- Hello!
- Hey, big fella.
- You'll get it.
- Say, Sarge, where's the food?
- You'll get it! It's on its way.
Sarge, throw us the damn food, man!
If I don't get that damn book
and money back, you're not gonna
walk off this cell block alive.
- Do you understand what I'm saying?
- Your name's in that book, Bob.
- Hey, Bob.
- What?
Can I get an extra dessert tomorrow?
Hey, push this cart over here!
Let's move, man!
Shut the f*** up.
- Whose are they?
- They're a friend
of my brother's, home.
But he won't say sh*t.
He's asleep anyway.
- You're gonna get in trouble
if he wakes up.
- Nah, f*** that.
All right!
Hey, see you later, homes.
- He's gonna get pissed at you.
- No, I'll kick his ass.
- Hey, Cruz! I thought Chuey...
- Hey, man, this ain't no playground.
- Damn!
- Oy, e, pendejo,
you don't know how to knock?
I'm sorry, but it's cool.
I know what's up.
Chale, it ain't cool,
and you don't know what's up.
You understand?
I'm sorry. Your place is great,
and I wanna come back.
Okay, carnalito, but be cool. You can't
just barge in anywhere you want.
- All right.
until Mom comes.
I took his shoes
and I threw them.
Go on. Go upstairs and practise so you
can be a badass like Bobby Chacon.
- Simn, eh?
- Hey, hey, hey!
Tell Mom that my back was hurting
so I had to take a nap, all right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, vete.
What the f***'s wrong with you?
You can't f***ing be sonando yourself
when my carnalito's around.
- That's cool, homes.
- It ain't cool, homes.
Come on, Cruzito.
Come on, man. Come on down.
This will cure
your back pain, homes.
is a drag, homes.
I'm tired of this assembly-line sh*t.
It's money in the bank, Cruzito.
Paint some rucas, homes.
It's all right, she said
It's all right
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