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(VEHICLES PASSING)

TONY: This place open or what?

Fuck it. Let's go for it.

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN: Hey, guys.

Sit the fuck down.

Calm down. Everything's gonna be okay.

(GUNSHOTS)

(DOOR BUZZING)

Sergeant.

SERGEANT WRIGHT: How you doing?

Settling in all right?

Yeah.

I am, thanks.

SERGEANT WRIGHT: Let's go, we got a fish line coming.

Yes, sir.

You make up your mind yet?

About what?

What team you're playing on.

There's just one team for me.

Good.

We got a couple of bodies coming in today.

This one you should know about.

Victor "Payaso" Moreno, a busy shot-caller and member of La Arana.

He was deep in business.

Drugs, human trafficking, extortion.

(DOOR BUZZES)

A couple months ago, he gets into an altercation

with his cousin and her boyfriend.

Seems like they wanted to be in on

whatever dealings he was involved with.

And this guy's all wigged out and paranoid, so at some point he snaps,

executes the boyfriend, takes a knife and shivs his cousin.

Hold it right there.

PRISONER 1: I don't want no cellie.

When I call out your name and cell number

you're gonna fall out of line and walk to your cell.

Anderson, Cell 3.

Villareal, Cell 5.

Moreno, Cell 8.

PRISONER 2: Uncle in the house.

Jones, Cell 11.

Gallegos, Cell 7.

Watch the gates. Gates opening.

(LEVER THUDDING)

Gates closing. Watch the gates.

(METAL CLANGING)

TEACHER: Jose

Doroteo

Arango

Arambula.

Can anyone tell me who this is?

Guys!

RIO: Pancho Villa.

Rio.

Pancho Villa.

TEACHER: Pancho Villa.

Write this down.

Go on.

He was a revolutionary.

Kind of like Robin Hood.

TEACHER: In some ways, yes.

We're gonna get to that a little bit later.

I bet you... Stop it!

Please.

Write this down.

I bet you didn't know that he had a contract with Hollywood.

And that they filmed and staged some of his battles.

The reason why they did this... (BELL RINGING)

Read Chapter 2, there will be a quiz tomorrow.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Finally you do some shit right.

Shut the fuck up.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Fucking Wacko, lazy-ass perro, dawg. You should play, man.

Nah.

Whatcha mean, "Nah?"

It's good for you. Stay in shape, you know.

Whatever.

All right, dawg.

Just don't let yourself go, homie, you know.

Take pride in who you are, fool, where you're from.

I fucking am.

Yeah, but you gotta take care of yourself, dawg.

It says it right there in the Bible, "Your body is his temple."

That's fuckin' gay.

Hey, shut the fuck up, fool.

You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, homie.

BOY: You guys Palmeros?

Hey, go play ball or something, homie.

Come back tomorrow, all right?

All right. Cool.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

MALIK: Best Kush you'll find around here.

Thanks, bro. I'll hit you later.

(BEAT-BOXING)

KINA: You're crazy.

You're crazy!

I saw you over there, you know.

He's a friend.

I'm just sharing.

Yeah, right! Don't do it at school.

It's just weed, it's not like I'm fucking dealing crack or something.

You can still get in trouble for weed.

Look, relax.

I got this.

Okay.

And don't tell Mom.

All right!

Let's go.

Oh, fuck.

The fuckin' jura.

TONY: Slow down.

MAN: They're on us, dawg. They're coming, homie.

TONY: Fucking chotto, he's asking for it.

Let's blast these putos.

TONY: Yeah. Run this and make a right.

(SIREN CHIRRUPS)

Pull over right here.

LITO: You ready, fool? Fuck yeah.

LITO: Let's do this shit.

OFFICER 1: Freeze!

Drop your weapons!

Tony!

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

OFFICER 1: You can end this right now!

We won't shoot if you give yourself up!

Surrender your weapon, put your hands up

and walk slowly into the street where we can see you.

(DOG BARKING)

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

Hey, wait up, guys!

CHAVO: Cyco.

RIO: Yo, what are you doing here? What's up, fool?

Shootin' some hoops. Nice.

Let me get in on this.

Yo.

Can I get in?

Yeah. Uh... Let's run threes.

So us three, you three. Yeah?

Cool.

(BALL DRIBBLING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Fuck, get with it, shithead!

Fucking dick.

(LAUGHING)

You're one eager little bitch, aren't you, Sanchez?

Yeah, remember that joto in drama going like...

(SINGING)

Hey, what's up with that, huh?

You a fag or something?

No.

CHAVO: What the fuck kind of bitch move was that?

BOY: Hey, man, mind your fucking business.

Chavo.

(SIGHS)

What's up?

What are you doing?

Just messin' around, dawg. Come on.

CHAVO: Hey, you all right?

RIO: Yeah, I'm good.

How you been?

All right.

Making shit happen.

You should come by sometime, kick it, fool.

Sure.

I gotta run, though. I'm late.

All right, bro.

See you around.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey there, mijo. Hey.

Your father has been waiting out there for a while.

Yeah, I know.

(DOG BARKING)

MARIA: What's up? You done?

MARIA: No.

I'm sorry I'm late.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

RIO: I tried.

(RIO SPEAKING SPANISH)

Si.

(SAW WHIRRING)

(CARLOS SPEAKING SPANISH)

What I mean is...

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(CARLOS SPEAKING SPANISH)

I don't know. I don't want this forever.

(CARLOS SPEAKING SPANISH)

RIO: Nothing, but...

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(BABY WHIMPERING)

DAVID: What's up, little man?

Stop calling me that.

ISABEL: Want some lunch? I made some pasta.

Thanks. I'll have some when I come home.

ISABEL: Are you free Saturday morning?

For what?

Zen tea with the principal.

Seriously?

They're making an effort, at least.

I gotta start up my training session.

Can you pick me up from practice tomorrow?

DAVID: I can do that.

You should come early and watch us play.

Sure. Sounds fun.

ISABEL: Will you go get ready, please?

NOAH: I am ready.

ISABEL: Well, go put your jacket on.

(BABY CRYING)

How's work?

It's good.

One hour, that's all.

I think you can handle this.

Yeah, of course I can.

But this is about Noah, and you need to be there. (BABY BABBLES)

NOAH: I'm ready.

Okay.

PRISONER: Man walking.

HUERTA: Housekeeping.

PAYA: What the fuck is this?

PRICE: Someone hasn't paid their dues.

What are you looking at?

Huh? You getting cute with me, little piece of shit?

(GROANS)

Face the wall and don't fucking move.

I said don't fucking move!

HUERTA: Hey. What the fuck you doing?

Aww... How cute.

That's enough for now, Flores.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

All right, gents. Get back in your cells.

Sorry about the mess.

(DOOR OPENS)

MAN: 'Sup, homie?

LITO: What's up? What you need?

Some white. Right here.

(DOOR CLOSES)

What's up, man? What's up?

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Cool. Thanks, homie.

Anytime.

SANGRE: Pick a card.

So, what about that thing? You think about it?

It's a bad time right now, dawg.

Stop worrying about fucking Rosa, fool.

She ain't got nothing to say outside our clica.

See, that's the fucking problem.

You underestimate her.

She's connected, she's making good money for people.

You fuck with her, you fucking with them.

That's what I been saying.

The money doesn't make it through.

Why you stressing me, dawg?

You know shit's crazy around here right now.

It's the perfect time, though.

Fill that void.

Yeah, sounds all good, but...

It's money left on the table, G.

What don't you understand?

I know we could pull this off.

I'll hook us up with the right clavo,

and you know how to push it.

I'm not sure this is the way to go, homie. (DOOR OPENS)

I'll get back at you.

JAZMIN: Hey.

Hey.

SANGRE: All right, I'm out.

LITO: What's up, Jaz?

JAZMIN: What's up?

You're hungry?

Nah. Want some pizza?

Have you paid the rent?

Just dropped the check yesterday.

Fool's been trippin' on me.

We'll be out of here soon.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

You're late.

A pregnant heina's no walk in the park, dawg.

Whatever. You got the feria?

I took my cut.

That's not how we do things.

I was short on cash.

So, what's the plan?

You know we got your back on this.

We have to lay low for a while.

(TIA SPEAKING SPANISH)

LITO: Mexico?

I'm not going to no fucking Mexico.

Let me find that pig who killed Tony

and I'll blast that puto's head off.

(TIA SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

HECTOR: No.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(TIA SPEAKING)

LITO: Thanks, Tia.

(FLUSHING)

Sanchez! What a nice surprise.

That necessary?

Fucking up that nice clean wall there?

That's no good, man. Give me the marker.

Nah, man.

Fuck. All right.

All right, all right, let's see, let's see.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Let's see.

Hold still.

Get the fuck off!

Where's your homeboy now, huh? Gangbanging little shit.

Yeah. Where you from, huh?

Nowhere, dumbass!

Ooh...

Ooh, looks good.

Get off! Yeah, right?

Hold on, almost done.

(GRUNTS)

You got it.

That's pretty good.

I like it.

All right.

(GROANS)

All right. Later, dude.

(SHARP BREATHS)

ERIC: That looks pretty good.

Sergeant told me you were coming.

Eric. David.

Let's see what you got.

Step it up, man.

Jab offs.

Good. Double jab.

Good. Keep your footwork alive.

Cover. Cover.

Bob and weave.

Hook, cross.

Good. Hook, cross.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

SOLIS: Help me, somebody fucking help me!

PAYA: Get the fuck away!

(MAN STRUGGLING)

PAYA: Hold this pendejo down!

OFFICER 1: Stay back, stay back!

Get the fuck back!

OFFICER 2: Put the weapon down! OFFICER 3: Drop it!

Drop it, Moreno! OFFICER 2: Put it down!

Let go of him, Reyes. Now!

OFFICER 2: Put it down!

OFFICER 4: Cuff up.

Cuff them up.

Come on, Flores. Fuck 'em up.

OFFICER 2: Watch the knife!

(GROANS)

Turn around, you piece of shit.

(GROANING CONTINUES)

OFFICER 5: How do you like that, fuck stick?

This shit's gonna come right back at you.

Stop resisting, you fuck!

Sergeant walking.

SERGEANT WRIGHT: All right, let's wrap it up.

Out of the way.

Get 'em outta here.

OFFICER 6: All right, give them some room.

OFFICER 7: Can we get a gurney in here?

(DOOR BUZZES)

OFFICER 5: He's hooked up? OFFICER 6: Yeah.

OFFICER 7: Infirmary. They're both getting checked out.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(ELEVATOR CLANGS) (ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN)

OFFICER 1: Curtis, my man. Don't you run away again.

OFFICER 2: Really?

Let's go.

Thank you, Flores.

You're not afraid.

But fear is good.

It's vital if you want to survive.

There are rules here, you know.

For us.

For you.

That cabron had to die because he didn't respect the rules.

And now he lives.

I know you want to get this over with,

your time in this dump hole.

For the sake of your family, in one piece. Right?

I can help you with that.

I doubt it.

What do they pay you here, huh, Flores?

That cover a decent life?

Feed and entertain the family?

(BABBLES)

Easy, Noah.

(BABY WHIMPERS)

Hey.

How was practice?

You'll have to ask him.

By the way, since you didn't make it,

the coach took him to Peter's house after.

No reason to get all pouty. I worked all night, God damn it.

Just call me next time, and I'll go get him.

Say hi to Daddy.

(BABBLING)

It's pretty humiliating, you know,

to wait alone while all the other parents are picking up their kids.

You all right?

Yeah.

I'm good.

You love your daddy, don't you?

He's working real hard, your daddy.

Elena loves kisses.

We need to have the bank defer our mortgage payments

for the next few months.

Really?

Yeah, well, fixing up the house and the truck

was stretching it, you knew that.

But I'm back at the office soon, and that'll catch us up.

Time for bed!

Say good night.

Good night, Daddy.

What you think, chula?

$25 for this one.

GIRL: $25? Nah.

$20.

$15.

All right, then, $15.

Thanks.

What do you think of these iPhone cases?

$25 for each one.

They're not stolen. Come on.

Come on.

(RETCHING)

(SPITS)

(COUGHS)

(FLUSHING)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

POLLO: Yo, Lito!

Hold the fuck up!

Tiny fucking locos.

HUERA: Where's Chewy at?

LITO: Out of the country.

HUERA: Good thing you're kicking it.

Can't wait to hit that chino cabron.

POLLO: Yeah, I'm starving.

Fucking always hungry, gordo.

Fuck you, bitch.

Why you pushing me, gordo?

Because you call me fat!

Because you are fat.

Fuck that, dyke.

You try this? It's on!

HUERA: Oh, yeah?

Damn!

Here, how about those?

(BEEPING)

POLLO: Feel me. Give me some of that.

HUERA: Take your own shit.

$4.50.

POLLO: Wait, that's mine. Put it on the tab, yeah?

I can't find my cash now.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

POLLO: What the hell you do?

LITO: Hey! You winos got cash?

No. No.

Put it all on the tab then.

You gonna pay for that? Fuck, no.

Got something else for me?

POLLO: What's it gonna be, dick?

Store's closed!

You kids keep taking my money,

I'm gonna have to shut down and move somewhere else.

Cut the crap, asshole.

Pay up already or we'll fuck you up.

Her point is, you're in our hood.

If you don't pay us, we can't guarantee anything.

Simple as that.

You gonna bag this up?

(BOTTLE CLINKS)

You stupid? Chill, homes.

Don't "chill" me, bitch. You're sloppy.

(DOG BARKING)

RIO: Tiny.

What up?

CHAVO: Oh, shit! What's up?

What's up, G?

That's what's up.

Yo, Tiny!

You ready to move the bed back into the bedroom?

You're tripping me out, fool.

(SHUSHES) What's going on there?

Come on.

CHAVO: My aunt, La Madrina,

she put a curse on that fool when he cheated on her.

Homie used to be so mellow.

Now he can't even sleep in his own fucking room.

Weirdo, dawg.

(SIGHS)

You're with your uncle now?

Simon.

Dad's in the clink and my mom...

I don't know.

Yeah, shit's dope.

Remember that?

Sorry for disappearing like that.

Fuck it.

Don't sweat it, homie.

Hey, you missed out, though. We had a sick-ass little crew.

Carlos kept me busy.

He's a hard-ass, huh?

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

You back at school now?

Nah. I'm done with that shit.

Just kicking it at the courts.

Thinking of going to college, though.

And taking, like, an economics class or something.

All right.

Gotta step up our game, homie.

Gotta climb that ladder.

That's right, G.

So, what's up, fool? You came by to chat or what?

What happened there?

Busted my face on the bathroom door.

(TINY HUMMING)

Fuck. Hold up, bro. I gotta check on this guy.

CHAVO: I can fix your problem, though. I know those jocks.

Tiny, what the fuck, fool?

Oh, man, look at this mess.

Fool, you better clean that shit up after you're done.

I ain't even playing around, dawg.

This is clearly not working. What the fuck?

What's up?

MARIA: Hey.

(KIDS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE)

Hey.

Hey, I'm Oscar.

You here for Flor? Yeah.

FLOR: Hey, mijo. Hey, Mom.

You met Oscar? Oscar, this is my son, Rio.

Yeah, we met. You look nice.

Thank you. You ready? Yeah, let's do it.

Okay, let's go. All right.

Thanks, Maria. I owe you.

MARIA: Don't worry about it.

OSCAR: Nice meeting you, Rio.

RIO: Hey, you're really good at that.

You're good at nothing.

You can clean my room when you're done.

Fuck you.

Fuck!

Hey, I'm done, dawg.

Shit.

Fuck.

Fuck, this shit's wearing me out, fool.

WACKO: Let's bounce or what?

Back to my place, roll a few blunts?

I'm down.

Shit, hold up, hold up.

WACKO: You fucking play in the mud?

CHAVO: Hey!

Hey, you. Girl, I'm talking to you.

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

What's the matter, girl? Don't you hear me? I'm talking to you.

What do you want?

I don't know. I guess I don't like being ignored.

All right.

Whoa. Hold up. Hold up. Come here, come here, come here.

Why don't you give me a shot, you know.

Take you out, treat you nice. All that stuff.

Look who it is.

You okay? Yeah.

Let's go.

Leave her the fuck alone.

This is not your neighborhood, mayate.

I saw you do business here, homie. You need to let us in.

I ain't doing shit. All right.

Don't fucking touch her again. You hear me?

Nigger, we can solve our problem right here, right now.

KINA: Malik, Malik. What's up?

All right. We're leaving.

CHAVO: What, she takes care of you?

Aww. That's what's up, dawg. I love that shit.

She's protecting you, wetback.

Fuck you. Hey!

KINA: Stop it.

Be ready to kick up, homeboy!

Palmeros all day, bitch!

(LITO MOANING)

(JAZMIN MOANING)

(BOTH EXHALE)

Whoa.

Feel that?

It's your baby.

Cool.

JAZMIN: I need some money, Miguel.

You just picked up stamps and GR!

JAZMIN: That doesn't cut it right now.

If Tia's keeping you down, you gotta step it up, baby.

Don't give me this shit.

No one is keeping me down. You know how it works.

I just think that now that Tony's gone,

you gotta take what you want.

I'm working on it, all right?

Stop being all secretive then.

Stop whining.

I'm not whining.

You need to realize what's about to happen to you.

I can handle a baby, you'll see.

JAZMIN: Can't wait.

(SIGHS)

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING IN DISTANCE)

When are you gonna stop doing that shit?

(SNORTING)

Don't fucking talk to me like that.

(SNIFFLES)

Where you going?

Gotta be somewhere.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MAN 1: (ON TV) Dude. MAN 2: (ON TV) Fight.

(MEN GROANING ON TV)

BOY 1: Booyah, bitch!

What's up, bro? What's going on with you?

Nothing, just babysitting these two faggots.

BOY 2: Firme chavala, beat his ass!

What's up with you? Juras kick your door in yet?

What you waiting for, homie?

You're gonna feel some heat, dawg.

Whatcha talking about? Want me to take a trip or something?

Yeah. Down south. Get some training.

That shit comes in handy back here, homie.

Not gonna puss out.

BOY 1: You gonna fuck it up!

Hey, shut the fuck up, pussies.

(TIA SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(VIDEO GAME PLAYING)

BOY 2: No, Rosa, wait! (TV TURNS OFF)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

What's up, jefa?

Talk to you?

Yeah, it's all good.

What's up, Fats?

What's cracking, homie?

What's up, Angie?

Liquor store, the club, all of 'em.

I get why you guys didn't let me hit back after they killed Tony.

I get it. And I'm over it.

Me and Tony were close.

I knew how he ran things, how he handled his business.

I wanna take over, tie up the loose ends,

start pushing our product again.

It's not gonna happen.

(TIA SPEAKING SPANISH)

That's errand boy shit, Tia.

You've got your clientes.

See, that's the problem. It's not enough.

(TIA SPEAKING)

LITO: Menace? Why?

Because he's reliable, and he's got experience.

That's why.

He's a fuckin' ranker, though!

TIA: Lito.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

LITO: And when is that?

Like, two years?

Just give me a chance.

Give me something!

(TIA SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SIGHS)

(PANTING)

DAVID: Roll it up, Moreno.

Turn around.

I'd behave this time.

Or you're back in here real quick.

We'll see about that.

I hear you're married to one firme heina.

She's from your old neighborhood, right?

What the fuck?

You guys got kids, too, huh?

That's priceless.

Shut up, Payaso.

Someone told me the little one's name, too.

Not in the face, Flores.

Elena, right?

(GROANS)

PRICE: We should have your ass transferred.

But that would ruin all the fun, wouldn't it?

You have no idea who you're fucking dealing with, do you?

(GROANING)

Oh, if I could just get my hands...

Don't ever talk about my family again.

I'm gonna fuck your shit up.

(SPITS)

(CROWD CHEERING ON TV)

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

(DOOR OPENS)

ISABEL: Ey... Shoes off.

NOAH: I'm just getting my stuff!

ISABEL: Hey, babe. Where've you all been?

I was at yoga, and then I went to pick up the kids at Mom and Dad's.

How was your day?

Fine.

This place is a mess.

I like a clean house, you know that.

Okay. What's up with your hand?

DAVID: Where are you going?

Later.

Hey, Noah!

Fuck.

ISABEL: He's going to Peter's! What's the matter?

Noah, I'm talking to you, damn it! Get over here!

Hey! What's wrong with you?

Why don't you stop when I call you?

I was just going down the street! Mom said it's okay.

Do you know what time it is?

You're going back in the house and you're staying there.

ISABEL: David, let him go!

He can't just ignore me and walk out.

You haven't been the best role model, have you?

David! What's the matter with you?

Get yourself together!

Come on.

Get your arms up. Guy goes for the arm.

Snap that down. Get his neck.

Just like that. Perfect.

All right, this move, you're gonna have a lot more control, all right?

Grab the neck, cross over, a lot more control.

See that? Yeah.

All right.

Snap it. Damn!

Just like...

Fuckin' pussy.

Dude. Fucked up.

Damn!

Fuckin' prick deserved it, though.

Okay, dude. I'll catch you later.

Bro, take it easy.

Hey.

KINA: What's up?

Kina, right?

Yeah.

Rio.

Where you headed?

Home.

That's kind of boring.

Is it?

I think so.

Bus doesn't come for a while either.

Got something else in mind?

Want some Mexican ice cream?

All right.

I can get into this.

But I didn't get that sauce.

Didn't think you'd like it.

You don't know what I like.

Try it.

Mine's better.

Told you.

What happened to your face?

Basketball.

You just move here?

A few months ago.

Why?

My brother can be testy, so he got himself in trouble a lot.

He's kind of an impulsive guy sometimes.

Then my dad passed away,

and my mom thought we should start over somewhere else.

Sorry about your dad.

He found his peace.

What's the deal with your brother?

He's a good kid, really.

He's working on an album right now.

Oh, yeah? What's he into?

Writing and rapping.

But he's more of an angry poet.

But, yeah, that's his thing.

Sounds cool.

I gotta run.

You want to go out sometime?

All right.

I'll see you at school.

For sure.

Bye.

(KIDS SCREAMING)

POLLO: Ready?

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: Hey.

Diss yourself, fool.

(LAUGHS)

There's no worry out here, dawg.

I hope you're ready! Yeah, I'm ready.

Let's do this!

(CHEERING)

Oh, my God. Palmeros for life.

Palmeros, bitch!

(ALL SHOUTING)

What's up?

Yeah!

Palmeros, little bitch. What's up, motherfucker?

(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

What's up, fool?

What's up with you, dawg?

What's up, girl?

This is my homie, Rio.

Rio? Rio.

What's up, Rio? What's up?

Flaca. Nice to meet you.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

What's up? You guys trying to party?

Let's do stuff.

All right, let's have a party.

No shit.

Don't trip, fool. I'm doing blow right now.

Come on. You're gonna do some of that stuff, right?

I'm down. Fuck it.

All right.

Fuck.

WOMAN 1: Fucking with my man, you fucking skonka.

WOMAN 2: Bitch, fuck you.

What the fuck?

(ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CLAMORING)

Get the fuck out of my house!

WOMAN 1: Get her the fuck out.

Don't bring this bitch again.

Stupid-ass. Never.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

ALL: Oh!

MAN: I pride myself on a record of fighting injustice,

promoting equality and championing civil rights,

and a substantial immigration reform is just a small part of that.

We can talk about your status, Mrs. Soto.

I'd love to help you find a good attorney.

Okay.

MAN: For me, one of the city's worst sore spots

is its corrupt police force, which needs to be reformed.

I wanna institute better screening procedures for prospective cops.

I wanna end racial profiling,

end these unconstitutional gang injunctions, et cetera, et cetera.

We need someone that can improve conditions on the inside.

Is that something you can do for us?

MAN: We can dedicate resources to that, absolutely.

Thank you.

Inmate abuse, sexual assault of minors in the system,

these are very serious issues.

HECTOR: The SHUs, in particular.

MAN: Okay. Um...

I know a number of lobbyists and interest groups

that are dedicated to working

on radical policy shifts in the prison system.

It's a tough road, though.

Understand that's what we need.

I can't make any promises,

but I want your vote and the vote of people in your community.

People listen to you around here,

and with your endorsement,

we can make some of these things happen.

That's fine, but bottom line,

we're investing a lot in you and we want to see results.

You got it.

These will help spread the good word.

All right.

Well, thanks for coming in.

We'll be in touch.

My pleasure.

Lito, will you show our guest out?

Nice to see you again.

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(BELL CHIMING)

POLLO: Oh, shit.

Fuck 'em.

Don't fuckin' touch anything!

Give us a bunch of those chargers.

Go get the phones.

Let's roll.

Boo!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

What's up?

Yeah.

I'm in.

Yeah.

Set it up.

All right.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

You fools gonna take them masks off?

Got everything? POLLO: Yeah. Let's go.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Gracias.

Let me see.

Check it out.

It's cool.

Do I look like a luchador? I guess.

Do I look like I could fight somebody?

Yeah.

Your wrestler name would be like Rio Grande.

Rio Grande!

(LAUGHS) (GRUNTS)

How about this girl?

That's cool.

Yeah.

We allowed to touch her?

Look, she has nails.

They put on real nails?

That's cool, the beating heart.

That's what smells.

Oh, yeah.

That's those coals that they put in.

Thank you.

Let me see.

Look at yours!

(LAUGHS) You're Two-Face!

Funky Two-Face.

See, that's awesome.

What do you wanna do after school?

Fashion design.

Or be a chef and open a restaurant.

What do you wanna do?

A painter maybe?

Or, like, a street artist or a tattoo artist.

I'm not sure yet.

My dad would freak out, though.

I don't talk to my mom about that.

It would definitely be hard to make a living, I guess. But, like...

I don't know.

Fuck it!

Come on.

Come on.

(MAN AND WOMAN SINGING IN SPANISH)

Thanks for taking me out.

Yeah.

It was fun.

It was good.

So, uh, you make music?

Yup.

If you got a demo or something,

I'd love to check it out.

Sure.

You like to smoke?

KINA: Lik!

Check this out. I been growing it myself.

If you like it, I can hook you up.

All right, cool.

Thanks, man.

LITO: Fool, you lost my food stamp card, dude.

MAN: Dude, I only bought fucking Doritos for a dollar

with your fucking food stamp card.

LITO: And I fucking told you, "Where's my card?"

and you didn't come back with it, fool.

That's why I ain't paying you shit, dawg.

MAN: I've gotten you Doritos like five times already.

LITO: And what? You're always coming at my pad and eating food.

MAN: I thought you were my homie.

LITO: You are my homie, dawg.

Why do you think you're right here?

Go get your girl to go make us some tortillas or something.

What's up with these modern-day girls? They don't wanna cook.

They're not all winners, dawg.

Weasil?

What the hell, man. I didn't know you're back!

WEASIL: Oh, shit! Welcome home, jarhead.

What's up, homie?

How are you? Good.

What's up with you?

I'm good, man. Just fucking settling in, you know.

This whole fucking Afghanistan shit,

it's got my head fucked up, man, for real.

Bet it does.

Check this out.

Fucking shit.

Fucking badass, right?

They jumped you in good, huh?

Yeah. Those fools don't mess around.

FATS: Don't forget where you're from, Weasil.

What the fuck is your problem?

What?

Dude, I'm fucking dodging grenades and shit,

and you fucking come at me that way?

FATS: I don't care, fool. I'm just letting you know.

WEASIL: That's fucked up and you're supposed to be my homeboy.

I am your homie, dawg.

You're lucky you're my fucking homeboy, or I'll fuck you up.

Again with that shit.

Chill the fuck out. He's all right.

(WEASIL SPEAKING SPANISH)

What's up, Fats? FATS: Don't listen to this fool.

What's up, fool? Gonna say hi to Tia.

FATS: All right, fool. She's in the pad, dawg.

Hey, Weasil, let's talk about a jale. I could use another hand.

Oh, for sure, man. I could use some feria right now.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Yeah, all right.

So, uh, we're branching out now?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

By bringing in some pinche gavacho?

I never lied to you.

I'm not doing anything.

Yes, you are.

You're fucking with me.

You're fucking with La Arana.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

That was years ago.

Now you treat me like your fucking lapdog,

good enough for the dirty work.

You don't trust me, Rosa, 'cause you're afraid.

(SCOFFS)

Uh... I just want a little bit,

but you can't give it to me.

You didn't fucking raise me.

Miguel.

Miguel!

DAVID: Where the fuck's he going?

SERGEANT WRIGHT: General population.

Why?

SERGEANT WRIGHT: Doesn't fucking matter.

Be careful where you stick your nose in here.

Whatever happened the other day, I'm gonna let it go.

But you stay away from Jerry's crew,

it's not who you wanna be with.

We enforce the law, that's all we do, all right?

We don't fucking write it.

(CROWD CHEERING)

MAN 1: Kill, kill, kill.

(CHEERING CONTINUES)

Come on.

Come on, David, let's go.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Get up off the floor, asshole.

REFEREE: Three, four, five,

six, seven, eight...

MAN 2: Come on.

(BELL DINGING)

(DISAPPOINTED GROANS)

Here we are,

the winner of bout number two,

the winner by TKO,

and the two in the third round

representing the mean freeways

of the correctional facilities,

Antoine "Ya heard"

Byrd.

(CROWD CHEERING)

PRICE: Looking good.

What do you think, rook?

DAVID: It's a badass tattoo.

It's not just a tatt.

That's a bond for life.

PRICE: It's a bond, all right.

That bond comes with privileges.

And responsibilities.

Either way, homie, we take care of each other, you know?

My wife's gonna kick my ass.

PRICE: Don't worry about your fucking wife.

HUERTA: She doesn't know anything.

And she won't ever know anything about it, either.

Just keep your mouth shut.

(LOCK CLICKING)

No.

Here you go.

Come on, I want me some cock of yours.

(GRUNTS)

Come on, fuck me. Harder.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Okay, wait.

Fuck, yeah.

Okay.

REYES: What you got for us?

PAYA: Everybody should be good.

Yeah.

MAN 1: Yeah, we're more than good now.

All right. Let's talk about our problem.

MAN 1: What problem?

Chale, Solis can't be reached right now.

Fuck the rat. We'll find a way.

I'm talking about some people giving us a hard time.

I'm talking about setting an example.

We gotta make it clear

that we're prepared to do whatever it takes to run this shit.

MAN 1: Let's just give it to the Baltics,

them motherfuckers still owe us.

Nah, Price is gonna come down hard on all of us.

I say we wait this shit out.

We gotta move this batch first,

then we'll get back to this shit.

MAN 2: Yeah, business first, right?

MAN 1: That's right.

He is our business if he's messing with ours.

We can't let him get away with that.

Price is working him hard,

but he's not associated yet, he's fresh.

And I say we take him down now.

Man, in the end, what you're trying do has nothing to do with us.

That's you guys, always on that old school shit.

PAYA: Old school shit is the way we've been doing things

around here for years.

We've been here for a long time.

REYES: Yeah, I don't know about that, man.

You go about it like that,

you're gonna end up fucking shit up for everybody.

Then we all lose money. Yup.

The whole prison's gonna be on lock down when that happens.

I don't know about this shit, man. We'll see how it goes.

Fuck it. I'm with it.

That's it, then.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

I'll send you a kite in a few days.

Nice, huh?

They know.

Know what?

Tia is fucking pissed.

About what?

This.

They're no part of it.

Why? 'Cause they're not.

Who's running their fucking mouth then? She found out somehow.

You be slippin', huh?

Calm down.

Yeah, you fucked up.

'Cause you're always getting high.

You don't think straight when you're on this shit.

You're a fucking fiend and you're gonna get us both checked.

Shut the fuck up.

You don't know what you're talking about.

You just go around bitching about everything.

Bitch about this, bitch about that.

You haven't seen a fiend yet.

(CHUCKLES) Right.

I forgot, you're doing this nice and clean. Huh?

That's fucking bullshit.

Don't fucking tell me what to do. (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'll handle it.

Don't fucking worry about it.

Just you? Yeah. Pollo's moving his own stuff.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Well done.

Here, your cut and Pollo's.

WEASIL: Dude, I'm not mad, but you said,

"Can you give a girl a ride?"

That was a fucking elephant.

Whoa, you didn't have to knock back there in Afghanistan?

WEASIL: Nah, they had tents, homie.

Huerta? What the hell you doing here?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

SANGRE: What's up, Miguel? Fuck that shit.

Jazmin's got your re-up.

SANGRE: Better lock up.

I thought I did, homie.

That's what's up, man. This is the real shit right here.

WEASIL: I'm fucking hungry, man. I'm gonna go get something to eat.

All right.

WEASIL: Hey, purple.

You good?

I'm gonna take a nap.

WEASIL: Hey, Lito.

Why the hell does Jazmin have

all this fucking white people food in here, man?

SANGRE: Where's the frijoles and the tortillas, man?

You know we don't cook. WEASIL: Hey, fucking Mexican,

pass me that fucking beer.

Yeah, beaner, come get your own shit, bro.

All right, stop fuckin around.

WEASIL: So, what's up, homie?

Here's some new phones.

Everything work related goes through these from now on.

Shit. SANGRE: Damn, Lito.

About time you get some bomb-ass shit. (CHUCKLES)

(WEASIL SPEAKING SPANISH)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

* Ain't no breaks allowed 'Cause it'll fade the ground

* Got to ache it down, sincere

* Nigga, these snakes allowed

* Got to Photoshop them out of the picture now

* This year eyes open like an insomniac

* Follow with your wallet and mind that

* Deep like water was not that

* Hotter like a bottle of cognac

* Glistening that make you trip a week

* Put the deep sleep, not ballistically

* Once you dweeb speak you're the weakest link

* Career down drain, drop beneath the sink

* Meet the sphinx you clog like blood clots

* We run away from the cop who busts shots

* We are the main ones stop the supplies, nigga

* We like pot at bud shops

* Panels trapped in a fire

* And feeling like hell in a cell

* Who the fuck gonna take over

* When it's me at the helm of the realm

* Whole world's selling dreams

* Might as well sell that shit in braille

* 'Cause the whole world blind

* We relivin' them Britain tales

* Queen take knight, pawn take queen King, go make a scene and lose

* Chess board turn to a checker board

* When a queen take a green and move

* These motherfuckers was after me

* Rapping me after my family

* Quietly creepin' the grower Losing my sanity

* Now I gotta smoke one till I lose my gravity

* I got dudes that's mad at me I can't see through calamity

* Roll the dirt like profanity please

* Do not test or examine me

* Gs gonna be fine in the dirt with the king in anatomy

* Breathe

(FENCE RATTLES)

CHAVO: Hey, Cyco. Open up!

Open up, homie. It's Chavo.

What's up? What's up, fool?

FLOR: Who is it?

Nobody, Mom.

It's a bad time.

Fuck all that shit. Hey, let's go cruise.

Hold up.

What's up, fool? FLOR: Where you going, mijo?

Don't know.

FLOR: That's your answer these days?

Oscar's coming by for dinner later. Please stop by.

Let's go do something. So, are you packing?

Nah.

Chavo, we need to get this bato a cuete, serio.

Got that covered, homie.

Uh... Actually, guys, I forgot that I gotta go home...

What you mean, homie? You're running with us now, dawg.

Chavo, it'll be fun. Don't trip.

Get that cherry popped tonight, dawg.

WACKO: Just don't piss your pants. Come on, fool, let's do this.

I don't know, man. I really...

Shut the fuck up. You'll be all right.

CHAVO: Hey, let Cyco hit some of that shit.

RIO: I'm good.

What the fuck you mean you're good, dawg?

Don't be acting like no bitch, fool.

WACKO: Do it already.

TERMITE: Mira. Mira, homie. Check these fools out, dawg.

WACKO: Oh, what the fuck? Fuck that shit.

Next time you're dead, bitches!

WACKO: Fucking levas.

Cyco, go cross those motherfuckers out, dawg.

I got some cans in the trunk.

Hurry up, fool!

All right.

WACKO: Motherfuckers, dawg.

Hey, check it out. Fool's got fucking talent, dawg.

WACKO: All right.

TERMITE: All right. That's what's up.

CHAVO: Told you, fool, Cyco's still got it.

Let's roll.

All right. That's what's up, homie.

Hey, so what'd you think about the party, fool?

I don't remember shit.

This pendejo he fucking knocked out with that skonka Eva

grinding all up on his dick, dawg.

(LAUGHING)

Fucking pussy. Serious.

RIO: She was firme, I remember that.

WACKO: That's fucking disgusting.

That bitch is dirty.

Lighten the fuck up, homie, all right?

Maybe you should get some pussy once in a while, fool.

Fuck you, I get it in.

TERMITE: Check it out. It's that mayate.

WACKO: Oh, fucking nigger.

Fuck.

Hey, time to make this leva pay up, homie.

RIO: What's happening?

WACKO: What the fuck do you think, stupid?

(GUNSHOTS)

CHAVO: What's up, fool?

You fucking ranking on us, dawg?

Huh?

Get the fuck back in the car.

Let's get the fuck out of here, fool.

WACKO: I think this pussy's not with us.

Let's finish this shit right here. Whoa, whoa... Hold up, fool.

This is my fucking ride, all right?

I'm going to take care of it, dawg.

Fuck!

Fuck!

(WATER RUNNING)

See you later.

Okay.

(DOOR BUZZES)

All right, playtime's over, gentlemen. Get back in your cells, now.

I'm gonna step out for a minute.

All right.

MAN: One guard!

Hey, shitheads! You heard what I said. Let's go.

What, am I talking to a fucking wall here?

Get back...

(WHIMPERS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(GROANS)

(COUGHING)

(VOCALIZES)

I'm just playing with you, dawg.

I thought you got smoked already

for punking out the other night. Hmm?

You gotta put in work, bro.

So, what's up, dawg? You don't wanna bang no more?

I thought you were my homie, fool. I thought you were down.

What's up with that?

I was busy.

Oh, all right, 'cause it seems like you're being ungrateful, dawg.

Nah. Hmm.

So, what's up, you gonna kick it tonight?

The homeboys are kind of worried

that you're gonna go snitch or some shit.

Mmm... I don't know, I'll let you know, 'cause I gotta...

(MUTTERING)

What's up, dawg? Let me go.

Where you going, little bitch?

You're putting me in a real spot right here, fool.

What's up? What the fuck, dude.

Huh? What the fuck?

That motherfucker disrespected us, okay?

You're just a fucking racist.

Fuck you, homie.

Fuck you.

Oh, yeah?

Fucking talk all that shit?

Feeling brave, motherfucker? What's up?

Huh?

Watch your back, little bitch.

Next time I'll fucking kill you, dawg.

Hey. Hi.

Jesus.

I'm fine.

It looks terrible.

Can I walk with you?

Sure.

I heard what happened.

I'm sorry.

So, I've been thinking, if you want,

I know a place up in the forest.

There's a big, old, kind of crazy tree.

It's pretty cool.

If you want to go sometime and get out of here.

It's not that far.

Sounds nice.

I gotta go.

What's up, Pollo?

What's up, homie? What's up, Pollo?

Looking for your girlfriend, little fuck?

That ain't my girlfriend, homie.

Chill down, Chihuahua.

(CROWD CHEERING ON TV) LITO: Wait, wait, go back.

That's that motherfucker Tia's in bed with.

WEASIL: That pinche gringo right there? LITO: Yeah, fucker.

WEASIL: Fucking good, bro.

POLLO: Yo, fake-ass soldado, you got some food for me?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Go check in the refrigerator.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(LAUGHING)

WEASIL: There's some flan in there.

Huera, can you make me a sandwich?

Fuck you, puto. I ain't your mom. Make it yourself.

POLLO: This fucking refrigerator's empty, homie.

WEASIL: I'm gonna fucking throw you off my balcony, puto.

Keep it up.

Come on, Huera, do it for me.

Make it yourself. Do it for me.

Make it yourself.

Could you do it for me, please?

Make it yourself. Come on, I'm starving.

If you're so hungry, make it yourself.

I'm starving, can you come on?

Not jelly, not jelly.

I don't like jelly, what is wrong with you?

Make it yourself, then.

Oh, my God.

Why are you doing this?

I told you, make it yourself.

WEASIL: What the fuck? Oh, shit... (GUNSHOTS)

MAN: (ON TV) Your family? Your businesses?

Infringing on your civil rights. (GUNSHOT)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE PLAYING IN DISTANCE)