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Now tell me.

Who's the f***ing white boy?

- He's a friend.

- What kind of friend?

- A friend.

- ls that why

he's man-handling you

like you're some kind

of Mexican b*tch?

- F*** you, man.

- You want to start

cussing at me?

Hmm?

You try me again.

- You're so f***ing predictable.

You know that?

- Yeah?

smack!

Then l guess you saw

that coming, right?

- You don't know sh*t, man.

- Otra vez?

No?

Good.

Now it's my turn.

Why does this motherf***er

have his tongue

down your f***ing throat?

- Why do you think?

- Answer me!

- 'Cause l'm a f***ing f*ggot.

That's why.

'Cause l'm

your f***ing f*ggot son.

- l want you

out of my house now.

You make me sick

to my f***ing stomach.

- What about you, huh?

Did being locked up make you

sick to your stomach too?

- What did you say?

- Come on, Pop.

You gonna tell me

you didn't, you know,

at least try and cop

a little bit of prison ass,

just once?

- You little b*tch.

- Get the f*** off me!

- What the hell was that?

- Get the f***---

let me go!

- From now on,

you're f***ing dead to me!

- l f***ing hate you!

- Fight!

- Hey!

Hey, sit down!

- l f***ing hate you!

Such a f***ing joke!

- Get the f*** off me!

- You're an a**hole!

- F***, this is crazy.

- Did you know your godson's

a f***ing joto?

- l f***ing hate you!

- Stop this!

Y'all enjoying yourselves?

Jesus Christ.

Get some ice on this.

- Get your f***ing hands---

- You touch me again,

and l'll have your ass

arrested so quickly

it'll make your head spin.

- Come on, bro,

she's right.

That's enough.

- You better get out

of my motherfucking way, Gary.

l swear to God,

l'll f***ing hurt you, man.

- Nephew.

That's enough.

- Clmala.

- "'You're welcome,

Son of a Chief from Above,'

"said one who appeared

like a chief himself.

And together they entered

the largest house of all."

- Okay, querido,

time to go to bed.

- Please, Mom,

could l stay up?

- Mi'jo, let's go.

Vaya;

t tambien.

- ndale, vete con tu mam.

ndate.

How's your lip?

- l'll live.

- Just give him time, man.

He'll come around.

- Care less.

He can do whatever he wants.

What?

- Nothing.

- What?

- So you really

don't like girls?

Chale.

- Renesha, l think your hair

looks totally natural.

Tell her, Che.

- You really think so?

'Cause my daughter been messing

with me about it all week.

- Check you later, man.

What you want, man?

l'm working.

- Doughnut?

Listen, man,

l'm not here to swing nobody.

So relax, all right?

- Oh, is that

what you would do: relax?

- No, man, l'd be pissed too.

Maybe want to f***

somebody up,

which is why

l'd be working my steps

and going to meetings, Che.

- That's why you came

all the way down here,

just to tell me that?

- l came down here

'cause l'm your sponsor, man,

and l need to know---

- You want to know

if l had a drink.

Nah.

l didn't.

- Cool.

- That it?

- Yeah, motherf***er.

Sh*t.

l got to work.

- Hey, there's the fag.

- Got a beatin', man.

- So his father kicked his ass

when he found the pictures.

Diez cincuenta.

- Most of the raids

were at night,

usually around 3:00

in the morning,

which meant kicking in doors

and terrorizing families.

Our main objective was

to instill fear

and gain control.

We would do whatever

we thought was necessary.

There are things

that we did over there

that l will regret

for the rest of my life.

And the reason

l am talking to you today

is to ask you for help,

to tell you that l need help.

- Who is it?

- lt's---it's Che

from downstairs.

- l'm tired.

What do you want?

- Uh---that's all right.

That's cool.

ln fact, you know what?

You don't even

have to open up the door.

l can---I can talk

from right here,

l mean, if that's---if that's

all right with you.

- What is it?

- l wanted to apologize

for what happened

the other day.

l didn't mean to---

you know.

l didn't mean to grab you

like that.

You there?

- Then why did you

grab me like that?

- l don't know,

you know?

l-l think things just got

a little out of hand.

- l see.

So it's not your fault.

ls that it?

- Say what?

- You know how many women

l see every day

whose husbands or boyfriends

give the same bullshit excuse?

"Things just got

a little out of hand."

- Excuse?

You calling me a woman beater?

- l wouldn't limit it

to just women, would you?

- Fine.

You know what?

l don't need this sh*t.

- That's what l thought.

- What did you say?

- Walking away.

lt's always easier, isn't it?

- Chale, man.

You know what you are?

- l do, actually, but if

l ever need a second opinion,

l'll be sure to ask.

- Damn.

Are you always such a---

a b*tch

when someone's trying

to apologize to you?

- You finished?

- No.

l also wanted to thank you

for how you took care

of that thing outside.

You didn't have to do that,

and...

you know, l appreciate it.

- Che, it's absolutely

none of my business,

but can l say something to you?

- lt's a free country,

ain't it?

- l'm not a parent,

so l have no idea what you

might be going through, but...

l do know what it's like

to have a secret,

to feel ashamed and alone and...

most of all,

to be afraid of someone

you're supposed

to be able to trust.

And l guess, Che,

what l'm trying to say is,

if there ever was a time

your son needed you,

it's probably now.

- Game, sucker.

All right, who wants

some of Daddy, huh?

- We next.

Except we don't play

with no faggots.

- Who the f*** you calling

a f*ggot, punk?

Ain't nobody

scared of you, nigga.

- Keep starting, man.

What's up?

- You gonna let him

talk that sh*t?

- Hey, yo, ask that puta

where she got

that fat-ass lip from.

- On his knees from his Daddy.

- Aw, l think

you hurt her feelings.

- That's right, punk.

You better keep walking.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey,

Dnde est la gente?...

- Hey, what's up, man?

- Just a squirrel

trying to get a nut.

- Thanks for coming, bro.

l appreciate it.

- Anytime, anytime, brother.

- Do you want a soda

or something?

- How about some water?

l'm trying to watch

my blood sugar.

Did l tell you l found

a V-8 for that lmpala?

Picked it up on Craigslist

for about a buck fifty.

You believe it?

l was thinking of maybe

converting it to biodiesel

before we drop it.

What you think?

- Do whatever

you want with it, man.

l ain't got no need for it.

- You know,

for what it's worth, man,

nobody's tripping, man.

- Nobody's tripping

'cause it ain't their son.

- Maybe, but then again,

maybe it ain't

such a big deal.

- You believe that sh*t, homey?

You've been living in this town

too f***ing long.

- You may be right

about that one.

- ls that for him?

- Mm-hmm.

He asked me to come by,

pick up some of his stuff,

you know.

- How's he doing?

Come on, man.

He's a great kid.

l'm thinking of adopting him.

- So what's up, man?

- l don't know.

You ever think about

all the sh*t we used to do,

all the people we ripped off,

the ones we f***ed over?

- lf you're asking me

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