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well, I understand that, too.

- Well?

- (Louisa) What?

- So tell me about him.

- Well, I will tell you later.

- Gimme the baby. Louisa?

- No, it's all right. I enjoy it.

How do you want me

to cook those shrimp?

Oh, butterfly 'em.

What's up?

Nothin'.

You OK?

Yeah.

- (Tommie) Here I come!

- Look at your brother there. Look.

(playful growls)

(McGavin) Now look what I got.

( "Low Rider" by War

plays in background)

(laughter)

Hey, homes. You kiddin' me, homes?

Listen up, homes. Listen up.

That dude was fly, homes.

He so fly, he gone.

He made his own from the kerb, man.

Over and out.

Boom! Yeah.

Hey, Larry.

- You can make it out too, man.

- How?

Maybe I'll go to Hollywood,

be Eddie Murphy.

Frog, you think America's ready

to love two n*ggers at the same time?

Chale, homes.

- You been talkin' to Bird too long, eh?

- Say what?

I say you been talkin' to Bird too long.

- He says there's no future in it.

- Ain't no future but what you make it.

- Sh*t.

- Bangin' is sh*t!

Listen, homes! Hey, see, man,

that's just the way the world is, ese.

There's always gonna be gangs.

There's always gonna be fighting.

Always was and always is, man.

Nobody's gonna f***in' stop it, man.

That's just life.

- You can stop it for yourselves.

- F*** you. I don't wanna stop nothin'!

- F*** you, you stupid f***in' a**hole.

- F*** you back, man!

Tell your fairy tales to somebody else.

What am I gonna do with you guys, man?

(Frog) What do you mean? What the f***

you mean, what you gonna do, man?

Who the f*** sent you anyway, homes?

- Hodges.

- Hodges?!

Yeah, he thinks maybe you're smart

enough to walk away from this bullshit.

- But you're too stupid to realise it.

- What does Hodges know, man? Huh?

F*** Hodges, man!

Where does Hodges

come from anyway, huh?

See, man, these are my homeboys, vato.

See, our homie here is all we have, man.

I love them...

They love me back, man.

Mi barrio es primero, man.

(grunts)

D'you want me

to walk away from this, man?

No way.

F*** you. No way, man.

I banged.

- But there's more.

- Where, man?

F***in' show me, huh?

What's up? What's goin' down, homes?

- Get outta here, Felipe.

- Well, sh*t, man!

Get the f*** away, homes!

That's your little brother, man.

You can stop over there.

(clears throat)

I had a nice time.

Thank you.

Hey.

- What?

- Look over here.

Where?

Closer.

What?

Lookin' pretty good.

I like you, too.

I didn't say that.

Tough guy, huh?

You know, everybody around here

is so tough that...

...that doesn't get to me.

What does?

Be nice.

- Wanna tell me what you were thinking?

- No. uh... no!

OK. I'm gonna go then.

No, no, no, no, no. I'll drive you down.

This is a bad area.

- I'll bring you down.

- Danny, I'm a homegirl.

This is my barrio, remember?

I'm safe.

Now they see me with you, maybe I'm not.

Good night.

Come here.

( "Such a Night" by Dr John)

- She was that good?

- Yeah. The biggest tits I ever saw.

( "Bloody Mary Morning"

by Willie Nelson on car radio)

(cop) This f***in' paperwork!

Ex cuse me! Hello? Anyone know

where the valet parking is?

Hey, how do I look?

I don't mean relative to you, of course.

- Looks like they got a lemon.

- It looks like a Pac-Man.

- Oh, yeah, gobble them a**holes up.

- Hey, hey, ooh. Pac-Man.

- (McGavin) That's my street name.

- Got a registration for that?

- I'll registrate your ass.

- Take all you bluecoats to try.

- Let's go get some of this juicy booty.

- Juicy booty!

Come on, we ain't goin' in that.

(dispatcher) 1-Mary-11, 1-Mary-11,

meet 1-Mary-10...

How'd you get involved?

Sh*t. Sheriff's got

the best intelligence, man.

We the ones called you in.

Yeah?

I noticed all those gangbang a**holes

drivin' fire extinguishers off the docks.

I couldn't figure out why they was so

concerned about puttin' out a f***in' fire.

So I'm checkin' out the fire extinguishers,

and it goes off in my hands.

They put the coke in the holes, you

know? So the evidence gets destroyed.

I nearly froze my f***in' balls off.

(dispatcher) 35-Charlie-22.

212 Collins Street. 2-1-2 Collins Street.

The fire extinguisher's made in Taiwan,

comes from Colombia on a Panama boat.

(dispatcher) 11-George, are you ready?

11-Georgia. So, Big Bird, let's do it to it!

( "Land of 1000 Dances"

plays faintly on stereo)

(Spanish on TV)

Police! We have a search warrant.

Open up!

Freeze! Stand the f*** up!

Turn around! Keep your f***in' hands up!

Stand the f*** up! Turn around!

Get your f***in' hands up in the air!

Put 'em behind your f***in' head!

Put 'em behind your head!

F***! Don't move!

(McGavin) OK, we're inside.

- What have you got?

- I don't know. Check back there.

- He's got a gauge.

- Doin' some duck huntin', a**hole?

- I didn't get his lower half yet.

- I'll get it.

(shouting)

(cop) Cuff this f***in' gorilla.

(cop) All right, get him

on his goddamn feet. Now!

Help me lift him.

(helicopter pilot) Air 11.

Code four. Suspects in custody.

(dispatcher) Code four.

Suspects in custody. Code four.

Code four. Suspects in custody.

Code four.

Hey, now, Oso.

- Oso means "bear" in Spanish, huh, Oso?

- S, mon.

Well, ain't this a f***in' bear, Oso?

You know what I want from you, man?

Five names.

You ain't sh*t. We'll f*** you.

Send you to county jail.

Or you give us five names,

stand back of court, and walk.

Is that understood?

We ain't talkin' no DA deal now.

I don't know anybody, officer.

Search warrant. Resistin' arrest. Want

more? You're messin' with a sheriff now.

If I talk?

Gun clean, you walk,

right here, right now.

F*** it. Sheriff,

you got Chango, Mosca and Trian.

That's good. I know those a**holes

as well as I know my own.

Now, who take it to the city?

For my friends here.

Who take the coke out the hose?

Who is Smokey the Bear?

A cat named Winky and High Top.

- High Top?

- I'm not lyin', man.

I don't owe them pinche myates

a f***in' thing!

Let's go. Come on. You been a good bear.

You can go hibernate for a while.

- High Top.

- I f***in' had the motherf***er.

Had what? What did we have?

A piece of rock. Big deal.

Did we know he was tied in here?

Oh, hey, what?

uncle Bob make a mistake?

- You wanna go and second-guess me?

- No, I wanna go and bust him.

So you gonna pull a fire extinguisher

out of his ass?

I'll plant one there if I have to,...

...then you can pull it out so you don't

have to dick around in the car all the time.

You wanna f***in' die? Spit it out!

Spit it out!

Face the wall. Down on your knees.

On your knees!

Spit it out! Spit it out!

You're gonna f***in' die.

- Spit it out!

- That's enough, McGavin. Enough!

My partner doesn't f***in' care if you

die either. F***in' stand up. Stand up!

Keep your hands behind your head.

Get down!

(chokes)

Your homeboy is gonna f***in' die, OK?

He's gonna start turnin' blue and dyin'.

If somebody gives a f***,

they'll bring him to the hospital.

- Don't f***in' dance on me, OK?

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