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- Enough. McGavin! Enough, hotshot.

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

Hold on. What are you doin', Picasso?

Crossin' out the names of your friends?

Not gonna like that, are they?

Put your hands on your head.

You at war with these guys now?

Well, they're not gonna

like that one bit, my friend.

I'll tell you what.

Turn around, White Fence.

Why don't you graffiti on this mural?

Why don't you do that?

Cos they'll kill your f***in' ass

and you know that, right, homes?

Now, if I were you, I'd get out

of this neighbourhood right away.

Hey.

This is a misdemeanour.

We could take you to jail for this.

But I got a plan. We can work somethin'

out. Ever heard of Earl Scheib, homes?

That's enough of that sh*t!

What should I have done?

Put masking tape on his ears?

Go on, get outta here.

F*** you, Pac-Man!

- Here's your lemonade.

- Thank you, darlin'.

So, like I was sayin', everything's

goin' all right. You're doin' a good job.

You down for your crime,

so don't worry about nothin', man.

- Everything's gonna be all right.

- Yes.

Pac-Man!

Stand up.

I said stand up!

Get your hands behind your head.

Where your friends goin', dealer man?

You're usin' ten-year-olds

to carry your dope now?

What's this? You a brain surgeon?

Dr Feelgood?

Look at this sh*t.

- Where'd you get this?

- My auntie.

Man, I'm just kickin' it here. I'm just

chillin' out. What Pac-Man on me for?

(beeping)

Keep your hands behind your head

and turn around.

Who do you call when that beeper goes

off? Who's the nice man who calls you?

Huh?

Who's your connection? High Top?

What are you lookin' at, huh?

(outraged shouts from bystanders)

Don't you ever gimme no hard looks, cuz!

- Come on.

- Hey!

- Just for that you're goin' to jail, homes.

- Goin' to jail?!

Aagh!

But I ain't did nothin'.

- Ex cept become a professional a**hole.

- Aagh!

- Man, these handcuffs is too tight!

- Well, they're not built for comfort, pal.

- Listen, man, you ain't got nothin' on me!

- I got handcuffs on you.

Say, man, you ain't got to grab my hair!

Ah, sh*t! Man, you ain't got sh*t on me!

- Shut up!

- (yells)

Soon I'll be out of this motherf***er, man!

All that old punk sh*t you doin',

that ain't nothin'!

That ain't sh*t!

Say, man, a f***in' parole violation? I'll

be out of this motherf***er in six months.

- Shut up.

- These handcuffs are too tight.

Want me to do a little

tap dance on your head? Shut up.

This f***in' guy...

- What's the matter?

- I'm too old for your sh*t.

- I'm not gonna argue with that.

- Oh, yeah?

You think you can handle me?

You think I'm over the hill?

You want a f***in' piece of me?!

Right now, huh?

You think you got the market cornered?

You think I'm not f***in' crazy? Try me.

Try me, you f***.

What are you talkin' about?

That's what I thought.

Hey, Hodges.

uncle Bob.

I don't have any problem with you.

Oh, no? You got problems with

the whole f***in' world, and I'm in it.

And I don't like it.

Why don't you just chill out a little bit

and figure out which side you're on?

I would if I could.

But you're just like them, Pac-Man.

Nothin' but a gangster.

Now, you've been to my house, that's

where I live. Any time. Any f***in' time!

You better bring your lunch.

- Will you just come out to talk?

- No!

- Why?

- You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

- What do you want?

- Nothing. Just... go away!

(sighs)

- This is stupid. It stinks back here.

- (fly buzzes)

No kidding? Well, thank you.

Will you just tell me what I did?

They hate you, McGavin.

McGavin? Oh.

You see that badge?

I wear it. That's my job. That's what I do.

So what do you want?

The other day you caught this boy

and put paint all over his face.

Well, he's my cousin.

Oh, that's funny?

I didn't know you had such a big family.

I'm sorry. OK?

I'm sorry.

You know what he was doin'?

He was crossing out the names

of East LA gang members on the wall.

You know what that means

when they do that?

It means they're gonna kill someone.

So I'm sorry if I sprayed the kid's face.

Maybe I saved his life that way.

- But I swear...

- I don't care!

That's mean, Danny. You're sadistic.

I am not with you.

I am with them, Danny. I'm a homegirl.

Did they threaten you?

No.

No one knows I saw you.

It's you who threaten me, Danny.

You have a mean heart.

What's up? What can I do for you?

- Thanks for comin' by.

- I called you because Felipe's got...

Felipe got all f***ed up on PCP, homes.

He got whacked on that juice.

But he's straight, homes.

He goes to school.

Now they got him on this gang file sh*t

and he ain't banging, homes.

He ain't in no gang.

Barrio don't need him, homes.

Hodges, I'm telling you this. You gotta

get him off the computer file, homes.

Well, he's gonna have

to go to Juvie Hall anyway.

Might do him some good.

Scare him a little.

Ah, he's scared. He's scared

of what I'm gonna do, homes.

Listen, get him out of the gang file. You'll

f*** up his life sure as I live, homes.

I'll talk to him. I'll talk to him, OK?

Orale! I know the routine, homes.

I owe you one.

That's what makes

this country great, homes.

- What's that?

- Credit.

You got your Visa card. I got you, homes.

Thanks, homes.

- Hey, Frog.

- Yeah.

- 21st Street, right?

- S, mon.

Leo Lopez. Homeboy, you just saved

me a trip. I got a warrant out for you.

Hey, homes, I'm a visitor, man.

- Now you're a guest.

- I'm a f***ing visitor.

Turn around. Assume the position, man!

- What'd he do, man?

- This clown's got 15 outstanding tickets.

Hey, homes, I was gonna pay those.

Yeah, well, you're a little late, partner.

Want me to raise your bail, man?

Nah. I got more time than money.

Dreamer.

Let's go.

Good morning, officer.

( "Rhythm Killers" by Sly & Robbie

on car stereo)

(volume down)

Hey!

Hey!

Watch it!

High Top!

Hey!

Hey, High Top!

(screaming)

(screams)

Everybody down! Everybody down!

Release the woman, motherf***er!

- Let's go.

- No.

God! Please.

Release the woman!

Give it up, a**hole!

Please!

Release the woman, motherf***er,

or I'll f***in' shoot!

(screams)

(cries out)

How long you been

thinking about this one?

Motherf***er!

Let me see your f***in' face, a**hole!

You're under arrest.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right, anything you say

can be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to speak to an attorney

and have one present during questioning.

If you so desire and cannot afford one,

one will be appointed for you at no cost.

( "Crumblin' Down"

by John Cougar Mellencamp)

Hey, Bob!

(turns volume down)

- That was hot sh*t, cowboy.

- Thank you, man. Thank you.

For an old man.

- Well, every dog has his day.

- (turns music off)

It was my own fault, right? I mean, I was

the a**hole that let him go to begin with.

Hey, wait a minute.

I wanna apologise.

- For what?

- For a lotta sh*t.

Go see a priest, say a couple of Hail

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