Blood In, Blood Out Page #7

- Take any, thing y, ou want from me

- Take the pain away.

Hey, paint some rucas naked.

Oh, man.

Ese, I don't want to spend

the rest of my life...

decorating rich people's

f***ing living rooms.

Oh, I want to do

something different, ese.

You know, the way

that I see it, Cruzito...

you know, homes, you take the money

and you run, vato.

Yeah. I'll peddle for you, eh.

F*** 'em, man.

I'll paint what I feel.

Fly, on, little wing

This is your bautismo, gero.

We created La Onda, the seven of us.

This is the inner circle.

Everyone is a capitn

and commands his own soldiers.

We all have an equal vote,

but I am the elected spokesman.

This is the last time

you will ever sit in this circle.

You've proven yourself,

so we're admitting you into Onda.

It's a commitment for life.

As a soldier,

you will answer to this council...

and carry out our orders

without question.

Failure to do so is death.

Blood in...

blood out.

Please, somebody!

Juanito?

God!

Help! Somebody, please help!

Help!

- Don't touch him! Don't touch him!

- What's wrong, Mom?

- Leave him alone!

- Mom?

Stop it! You!

You did this, you bastard!

- We got to get out of here, Cruzito.

- Juanito!

- There's nothing left!

- Cruz!

Please bring my baby back.

Please.

There's nothing we can do! If we don't

get outta here, we're f***ed!

Okay? Come on, please!

- Juanito?

- Come on!

Please get up. Oh, come on.

You can do it.

Get up. Please, son, get up!

Oh, God, no!

The Lord is my shepherd.

There is nothing I shall want.

Fresh and green are the pastures

where He gives me repose.

Near restful waters He leads me

to revive my drooping spirit.

Surely goodness and kindness shall

follow me all the days of my life.

In the Lord's own house

shall I dwell...

forever and ever.

Let us begin. In the name of the Father

and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Let us offer our prayers.

Beloved...

Not now! Not ever!

You are dead to me, like Juanito.

Let us pray.

Lord Jesus Christ,

by Your own three days in the tomb...

you allowed the graves of all

who believe in You to be made holy.

So you made the grave a sign of hope

that promises resurrection...

even as it claims our mortal bodies.

Grant that our brotherJuanito

may sleep here in peace...

until you awaken him to glory.

Then he will see You

face to face...

and in Your light, we shall see life

and know the splendour of God...

for You live forever and ever,

amen.

It's okay, jefito.

You can cry if you want.

The Aryan Vanguard's been insulted.

You spics knew Big Al had

an insurance policy with the AV.

So when your little lamb strays

from the flock...

I'm gonna kill the boy!

I heard that.

Al deserved to die.

Besides, your AV-ers owed him

more money than anybody else.

He still dies.

The council has authorized me

to make a substantial cash offer...

to assure nothing happens to Miklo.

- I'm listening.

- Half of Al's cash.

Eight thousand dollars.

We're now open for business.

You don't give me squat.

You don't even do business

unless I say you can.

You understand?

So?

So, what are you giving

on the Lakers-76ers?

Give the puto four on 76.

76ers and four points.

- Give me the Lakers for a hundred.

- I'll take some of that action myself.

Miklo, if Onda's going

into business, carnal...

people have to know they can trust us,

so treat everybody the same.

The AV-ers control the dope, and the

BGA-ers are trying to move in on them.

We'll do business with both of them.

Money knows no colour, carnal.

Everybody likes to gamble.

All right, all you little old ladies.

It's the milkman!

Come on. It's time to collect

all that milk money.

That's all I can do. I'll give you

a half point more, that's it.

- Yeah.

- All right. Hey, man,

that's the point spread.

- Gotta be cool, bro.

- Be cool.

Christmas time. Pancho Villa.

We gotta start helping

our gente get out of here.

You should be ashamed.

Quit looking at b*obs.

Look at a boob tube,

compliments from El Mero Mero.

My BGA brothers. Pockets!

Gotta get rid of that natural look,

go back to processing.

- You'll look like me, vato, huh?

- Hey, how about those Raiders, chump?

It's gonna be two-for-one, bro.

Two for me, and one for you!

Hey, man, don't talk to me about credit.

I got debts as thick as a phone book.

Now that Mosca and Flaco

are getting transferred down to Chino...

we'll have a base close to

the courts in Los Angeles.

Give 'em some money

so they can set up a legal fund.

- Recruit some soldiers.

- You got it, jefe.

Come on!

This is my parole picture, huh?

Hey! You only get paroled once, huh?

Magic. Something to remember you by.

All right. Okay. Here we are now.

All right, vato. Take a picture.

Oh, come on.

Hey, I got people waiting.

Ready?

You know, I grew up about

ten blocks from here, but this place

blows my mind, Carmen.

It looks like Hawaii, man.

My father planted this 40 years ago.

Created the whole Yucatan

right here.

Carmen's the best chef

in all of East Los.

- Is that right?

- Uh-huh.

Suck on this liquorice stick.

It's been dipped 20 times

to make you hump all night long, Paco.

With you two around, I ain't

gonna need no marriage counsellor.

- I like your style, Paquito.

- I'll check it out.

I know this sh*t is good, 'cause,

like, the last batch you made...

was dynamite, man.

But the only trip is,

I'm wondering if you can supply

the quantity that I'll need, see?

- I mean...

- First the money.

Then the honey.

All right, look.

You see my homey out there?

You got nine more grand.

Now show me yours.

Get him a caja.

- Okay.

- Make sure not to shake the baby food.

PCP is very explosive.

Boom!

I'd hate to lose

such a handsome customer.

Mmm, Mommy. That feels good.

You might need it for later, hmm?

So did you really make this stuff?

You a chemist?

I worked in a medical lab.

Hey, baby.

Have you ever had a threesome?

What's the matter?

Too much for you?

No, I just like business

before pleasure.

- He's a f***ing cop!

- Rollie, get in here now!

You son of a b*tch!

No!

No!

You killed my baby! My...

- Oh, it's PCP! Don't breathe!

- Motherf***er! Get this sh*t off of me!

Oh, sh*t! We gotta get you

to the hospital. No, no, no.

Get me a hose! We gotta wash

this stuff off. Don't breathe!

- Sh*t. It's a bust, ese.

- God damn it.

We lost the f***ing lab

and Clavo's money.

That pinche loan shark's gonna sh*t!

How we gonna pay him back now?

- We lost everything.

- Mira, mira, there's Carmen, eh.

- Come on, man. Turn around.

- Who's that?

- What?

- Hey, she's signalling someone, man!

- Hey, hey, Paco, get back here!

- We gotta wash that stuff off you!

- Draw in the perimeter!

- Wilson, call it in!

Block Mario in on the radar!

- Police! Stop the car!

Pull over the f***ing car!

Stop the car.

Put your hands on the steering wheel

right now and keep your hands up!

- Let's go. Out of the car.

- Careful, careful.

You two, out of the car.

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