Original subtitles

(doors slamming)

(people chattering)

- [Man] Ain't nobody talkin' when I'm talkin', fellas,

so shut the fuck up!

The following items will be placed in the envelope

as I call them off.

An empty wallet.

Legal paperwork.

First three out of the tank.

Line up single file along the bench.

Let's go.

Open your mouth.

Stick out your tongue.

Alright, do your ears, one at a time.

Okay, bend your heads over, shake 'em out with your fingers.

(dramatic music)

Put your hands above your head

Hands out in front of you.

Over.

Move those fingers.

Reach down and lift up your nut sack.

Drop your nut sacks, skin back your dick.

Now turn around.

One foot at a time, pick it up and wiggle the toes.

Other foot.

Okay, bend over, grab your ass,

spread your cheeks and give me two good coughs.

(men coughing)

- Stand right there.

(door closes, lock clicks)

- [Woman] You're like two people.

- Inmate Montoya Santana?

- [Woman] One is like a kid, doesn't know how to dance.

- Step this way, please.

- [Woman] Doesn't know how to make love.

(somber music)

That's the one I cared about.

- Step inside.

- [Woman] But the other one,

the other one I hate.

The one who knows, the one who has his rap down,

who knows how to run drugs.

Who kills people!

- [Montoya] Until now, I would've thought it

a sign of weakness to even listen

to what you said to me that night.

But I see that you were right.

I am two people.

One was born when I met you.

The other one began in a downtown LA tattoo parlor.

(tattoo needle buzzing) (light jazz music)

My father, Pedro, was showing his love

for my mother, Esperanza.

Por Vida.

For life.

My mother was a beautiful woman.

(trolley bell rings)

They were pachucos, zoot suiters, and proud of it.

In June of 1943, America was at war.

Not only overseas, but with itself.

The racial tension was running high

against anyone that was different.

- [Man] Excuse me.

(tattoo needle buzzing)

(trolley bell rings)

- Esperanza!

- Woo!

(speaking foreign language)

(whistles)

- Is it new?

- For me, esa, put together with a lot of love!

- Woo!

(speaking foreign language)

(horn honks)

- [Man On Radio] Take note, congressmen and senators,

we don't need a third front.

- [Man] Read all about it!

Come on, come on, get outta here.

- [Man On Radio] Let's bring our boys home

to fight those zootsuited dandies

that are making it unsafe to walk in our streets today.

Last night in Detroit, six people were killed

and many injured when Army, Navy and Marines

clashed with zootsuited thugs.

- [Sailor] Nice hair.

Let's just go.

- [Man On Radio] Riots have been reported

throughout our country, especially in New York City and Chicago.

(overlapping radio voices talking)

- Hey, it's time to be moving, ladies.

Let's get Pedro and get over to the dance

and off of these streets.

(speaking foreign language)

- [Montoya] On the night of the Zoot Suit Riots,

Pedro and Esperanza had a date.

(speaking foreign language)

- [Man] Hey, let's see the finished product, hombre.

- You're gonna like it, esa.

Now you will always be a part of me.

(speaking foreign language)

- Este vato's a fine artist, ese.

- [Woman] It's beautiful!

- Orale.

And so's the price.

Hey!

- We better be hattin', ese.

The streets are hot, hombre.

(speaking foreign language)

- If you got a problem being on the streets

wearing your colors, (speaking foreign language).

- Oh yeah, between the Hearst newspapers

and Walter Winchell on the radio, you'd think the pinche war

was right here in LA, hombre.

It's getting hot all over America, carnal.

- I'm grooving with my woman down the boulevard.

She's so fine, my ruca's all mine.

No telling what time I may get home, 'cause I'm here.

(speaking foreign language)

Say that fast three times, ese.

(speaking foreign language)

(suspenseful music) (shouting)

- [Esperanza] Leave him alone!

(Esperanza screaming)

Leave him alone!

No!

(screaming)

Leave him alone!

(screaming)

No!

(screaming)

- Esperanza!

(Esperanza screaming)

Esperanza!

- [Man] Over here.

- No!

- Come on, get outta here!

- Esperanza!

(siren wailing)

- [Esperanza] Don't touch me! Stop it!

(tires squeal) (whistle blows)

(ripping)

(woman screaming)

(shouting)

- No!

(crashing)

(Esperanza groans)

(people shouting) (whistle blowing)

- [Pedro] Esperanza!

Esperanza!

Esperanza!

Esperanza!

- [Montoya] Zoot suit, new suit.

It sounded all the same.

I had no clue what they'd been through.

It was a mystery.

But to be 16 in '59, staying away from home

even if I didn't have a dime, 'cause the old man

was just waiting to give me his piece of time,

drove me to the street just to save my mind.

- What's happening?

Don't forget the spark plug, holmes.

I'll see you guys later.

What's up?

Panchito?

- [Panchito] Santana.

- Panchito, I'm not gonna make it, all right?

I'm gonna go eat.

Later.

- [Panchito] All right, man, later.

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

- You got it.

(speaking foreign language)

You're always nagging, (speaking foreign language).

There, you happy?

You get your coffee yet?

- [Man] Yes.

- Good, good.

Hey Mom.

- You're home, huh?

You should respect your grandfather, huh?

- I didn't say anything mean.

(speaking foreign language)

How you doin'?

- Okay.

- How was your day?

- Good.

Just go sit down.

- I'm hungry.

Hi Paulito, how're you doin'?

(barking like a dog)

(light music)

(man singing in foreign language)

- Turn that thing off.

You know what off means?

- [Montoya] It was easy to blame my father

for everything I did.

Isn't that the life of every kid?

Shit.

Took me a long time to understand that rhyme.

- JD!

C'mon, JD!

(whistles)

(speaking foreign language)

- What are we gonna do about Mundo?

- He's young, he's weak.

But I think we oughta let him in.

Show him the way, you know?

- Orale.

(dogs barking)

(speaking foreign language)

(door closes)

- Come here, give me your hand.

- You know what, ese?

White fence, (speaking foreign language),

have been around a lot longer than us, you know?

Cool.

(speaking foreign language)

We're finally getting into our own, you know?

Gaining respect.

(speaking foreign language)

Our families, that's all we got, ese.

(speaks foreign language)

When we were kids, belonging felt good.

But having respect, that feels even better

You know, La Primera lives through us, ese.

It gives to us.

It is us.

We make it, carnal.

We don't fake it, we just take it.

(speaking foreign language)

- [JD] Always has been, always will be.

- Orale.

- Welcome to the clica, carnal.

(speaking foreign language)

- [Montoya] Coming to terms with the lessons one learns,

through the choices one makes is not easy.

Mundo, me, and JD.

Boy, were we crazy.

(insects chirping)

- Oye.

I gotta be makin' it back to my pad,

or my mother's gonna whip my ass.

(speaking foreign language)

Wait up, okay?

We'll be hattin' with you, all right?

Let's take the shortcut.

- Hey, no need to, man.

- We don't need to nothin'.

We do what we do, ese.

(speaking foreign language)

- Hey, fuck it, ese.

Get on down the road, ese.

- Orale.

(bangs) - Shit!

- Orale.

Where you vatos from?

(speaking foreign language)

- Bullshit.

(suspenseful music)

(speaking foreign language)

- [Kid] Fuck you!

- [JD] Primera lives!

(laughing)

- Orale, ese.

(people whistling)

- [Man] There they are!

- Oh shit, c'mon, let's go!

(speaks foreign language)

Shit.

Fuck.

(shouting)

(speaks foreign language)

- Get those guys!

(shouting and whooping)

- Shit.

(horn honking)

(tires squealing)

- Hey!

(speaking foreign language)

- We're surrounded.

C'mon, c'mon, down the alley, to the left, holmes.

- We'll meet at the boulevard.

- Hurry up, JD.

Hurry up, ese, come on.

(men shouting) (suspenseful music)

(panting) (grunting)

- All right?

Go!

(grunting)

C'mon, Mundo, let's go, hurry up!

Go, go, go!

(shouting foreign language)

(glass shattering)

- Open that door, holmes.

- Come on carnal, here they come!

- Got it.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

- Hurry up, they're coming close the door, hurry up!

- Here they come.

(men shouting)

- Orale,

- [Mundo] Orale.

- Oye!

Where you vatos going, ese?

Shit!

- My kind of place, man.

(laughing)

- What are you laughing at?

We gotta get out of here, man!

God dammit JD, turn that fu--

- Orale.

Oh shit!

("Let the Good Times Roll" by Shirley and Lee)

- Don't move!

- No, Mundo, don't, man!

(glass shattering)

- This is the last time you will steal

and destroy my property, you hear?

I said don't move!

- JD, stop, man, stop!

(gunshot bangs) (shouts)

♪ Come on baby let the good times roll ♪

- My leg.

I can't feel my leg.

I can't feel my leg!

- JD, c'mon!

Go call an ambulance, man.

Go call a fucking ambulance!

- I told him not to move.

- Hurry up!

♪ Come on baby, just close the door ♪

♪ Come on baby, let's rock some more ♪

♪ Come on baby, let the good ♪

(door closes)

(alarm buzzing)

- [Montoya] Thought I knew it all.

Ended up in juvie hall.

And the shit got even deeper.

- [Man] To the right.

Open up your mouth.

Okay, pick your clothes up.

Take it on down to the property room

to exchange your clothing.

(alarm buzzing)

- Don't fuckin' move, you fuck.

Don't fuckin' move.

Don't make a fuckin' sound, hear me?

(grunting)

Again.

You say one word about this,

there'll be shit on my knife, not on my dick.

(grunts) (suspenseful music)

(grunting)

- Damn you, you fuckin' asshole!

(grunting)

- Kill him.

Kill him.

(groans) (squelching)

(panting)

♪ Tweetily tweetily tweet, tweetily tweetily tweet ♪

♪ Tweet, tweet, tweet ♪

- [Montoya] Killing that first night got me

the worst that juvie had to offer.

An extended sentence with a guaranteed bus ride

to the big time as soon as I turned 18.

But the respect I earned

(speaking foreign language)

made me think I'd found the answer.

♪ Tweetily tweet ♪

♪ Go rockin' robin 'cause we're really gonna rock tonight ♪

When JD showed up a year later,

I knew we'd get even stronger.

Hey man, what's your name?

Hey.

Where you from?

- La Primera, East Los.

- You talk like a fuckin' chicon, man.

I'll check you out later.

- Orale, I see they finally let your white ass

out of the hospital, carnal.

- [JD] Santana!

How you doin', man?

- Cool, ese. - Mundo!

- You guys, check it out, man.

This right here's JD, he's my best crime partner.

This is Chewie, Casper, Chuco, Raymond, and Big Happy.

- Orale.

- Can I talk to you, ese?

- Yeah, come here.

(speaking foreign language)

- You thinking of letting him in, ese?

- I told you he was my best crime partner.

- He ain't Mexican, ese.

(speaking foreign language)

- Orale.

So, holmes, how's that leg?

- Check it out, hard as a rock, ese.

- Shit, holmes, throw some shellac on it.

(laughing)

- Shit, I'll still run your ass to the ground, ese.

(speaking foreign language)

(laughing)

- I seen that dude before.

Ese vato sitting on the bench.

I think he's with 18th Street.

- Chale, ain't no barrios in here, man.

No La Primera, 18th, Hazard, nada.

(speaking foreign language)

They stick together playin' ball.

See all those white boys over there on the steps?

They thought you belonged to them, ese.

Over here, we gotta stick together, holmes.

It's one big clica.

♪ And bless my soul, he outbopped the buzzard ♪

♪ And the oriole ♪

♪ He rocks in the treetop all the day long ♪

♪ Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singin' his song ♪

♪ All the little birds on Jaybird Street ♪

♪ Love to hear the Robin go tweet tweet tweet ♪

♪ Rockin' Robin, tweet, tweet, tweet ♪

♪ Rockin' Robin, tweet, tweedledeedee ♪

♪ Go rockin' Robin 'cause we're really gonna rock tonight ♪

♪ Tweetily tweetily tweet, tweetily tweetily tweet ♪

♪ Tweet, tweet ♪

(bangs)

("Shotgun" by Los Lobos)

- [Man] Whoa!

(laughing)

♪ Shotgun ♪

♪ Shoot him 'fore he runs ♪

(speaking foreign language)

- Orale, holmes.

- [Montoya] Choices we made to survive

got Mundo, JD, and me 10 to 25.

Give me a year, JD.

Fuck the year, holmes.

- I'm gonna go make my collections.

- Orale.

- What's up, peckerwood?

- [Montoya] Power became our game.

- Make sure the meeting's set for tonight

with the Black Guerilla Family.

Orale.

- [Montoya] Power to provide everything you find outside.

- Make sure the Aryan Brotherhood's behind us, all right?

Make sure they're part of the whole thing, okay?

(speaking foreign language)

I'll be over with the carnales.

- You got your people, big Jim?

- [Jim] You gotta be straight with me, man.

- Hey, Santana.

- [Montoya] Extortion.

- They wanna do it.

What should we do?

- Go ahead.

(speaking foreign language)

- [Montoya] Gambling.

- Just give it a little bit of time.

- [Montoya] Prostitution.

- All right, it's done, man.

We give you three packas.

Make sure it's done right, okay?

- Orale.

- We got it together because we had to,

didn't really have a choice.

The Eme is here because before there was nothing.

- You all right, Santana?

- This is your home too, ese.

- [Montoya] Power to make every inmate pay rent.

And the biggest moneymaker, drugs.

- No, I need to clean up my tab, man, that's all.

You know, pick up some more shit.

Thing is, I gotta get it right away cause I'm out.

- [Montoya] The Aryan Brotherhood

and the Black Guerrilla Family shared the yard.

But Folsom belonged to us, the oldest clica,

La Eme, the Mexican mafia.

(door buzzes)

- Hey, Montoya.

Let's see, holmes, I got ya at table number eight over there.

- Orale, carnal.

- Orale.

- Orale, carnal!

- How ya doin', Paulito?

- Fine.

(speaking foreign language)

Hi, mama, how are you?

- I'm okay.

- How you doin', little one?

- Fine.

- Doing good? - Yeah.

- Drawing the pumpkin man, huh?

- [Paulito] Yeah.

- [Montoyo] The bus ride is hard for you, isn't it?

- It's okay, Santana.

You know, your father wanted to come to see you,

but something came up, couldn't make it.

- Whatever, Mama.

- Santana, I brought you something.

You know, when Jesus was crucified on the cross,

there was a thief named Dismas on the cross next to him.

He believed in Jesus and asked him

not to forget him when he died.

When Jesus died, he took Dismas to heaven

and Dismas became a saint.

I want you to wear it.

- Let me see it, Mama.

- Mijo, let's put it on your brother.

- Okay.

- Santana.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

You're not supposed to pass items to convicts.

- But you see what it is.

- Sorry, that's policy.

He can pick this up with the rest of his property

you brought for him.

- You'll wear it, huh?

- I'll wear it.

Don't worry.

They'll give it to me later.

(speaking foreign language)

- Okay.

("Slipping' Into Darkness" by War)

♪ Slippin' into darkness ♪

(speaking foreign language)

♪ Takes my mind beyond the trees ♪

(alarm buzzing)

♪ I was slippin' into darkness ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

(toilet flushing)

♪ Takes my mind beyond the trees ♪

♪ When I talked to my brothers ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Who never said their names ♪

(speaking foreign language)

♪ Slippin' into darkness ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ When I heard my mother say ♪

(bell ringing)

♪ I was slippin' into darkness ♪

(whistle blowing)

- Count.

- Orale.

♪ When I heard my mother say ♪

♪ Hey, what'd she say, what'd she say ♪

♪ You've been slippin' into darkness ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Pretty soon you're gonna pay ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

- [Man] Cheetah.

(speaking foreign language)

- [Cheetah] Pie Face.

(speaking foreign language)

♪ Slippin' into darkness ♪

- [Pie Face] Japo, orale.

(door closes)

(speaking foreign language)

(toilet flushing)

♪ Takes my mind beyond the trees ♪

- [Guard] Hey, holmes, you got a visitor.

- [Man] I ain't seein' nobody.

- [Guard] Have it your way.

(speaking foreign language)

♪ Take my mind ♪

- Orale, pass it on, ese, pass it on.

- [Man] Hey vato, pass that wire, man.

- [Man] Just a minute.

(speaking foreign language)

♪ When I talked to my brothers ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

- [Man] What the fuck's going on, ese?

Pass that wire.

♪ Who never said their names ♪

Orale, pass the wire!

- Here you go, man.

Here you go.

- Fuck!

- Chow release!

(bell ringing)

Let's go!

(inmates chattering)

Let's go, gentlemen!

Chow release!

- Okay, gentlemen, let's go.

C'mon, move it.

- [Man] Give him the uppercut.

He's going down.

- That shit wasn't even clean, man!

(speaking foreign language)

- What's your problem, ese?

- I paid for a full load, man.

- Don't worry, we'll take care of business.

- Don't worry?

I'm sick, motherfucker!

- Make sure he gets what he ordered right now.

(speaking foreign language)

- Thank you.

I fuckin' appreciate that, man.

- Who copped his wire?

- Some fuckin' mayate.

- He's dead.

(somber music)

(men shouting) (alarm blaring)

- Make sure nothing happens to these guards.

- Orale.

Steve!

(speaking foreign language)

- Orale.

- They haven't started to kill each other yet.

They're still throwing shit.

(inmates shouting)

- That's right, you son of a bitch!

Bring it on, then!

Fuck you, you motherfucker!

You motherfucker!

You, you, you.

- [Inmate] Fuck him up!

- [Inmate] C'mon, kick his ass!

- [Inmate] Your motherfuckin' ass!

- [Inmate] Talk to me, baby.

Talk to me!

- Dead dude burned somebody for their stash.

Color wasn't involved.

- You sent the wrong message.

- We can do this any way you want, Doc.

One to one from the chest.

- Or we can all get down.

- Yeah, we can all really fuck this place up.

(bell ringing)

(door closes)

- I'm not going against the guns.

- You're gonna lose, Doc.

- Any move you make, we're on you.

You fucked up.

(inmates shouting)

(somber music)

- You're staying in the hole for as long as it takes

to break up your little gang, Santana.

(door closes)

- [Montoya] There was nothing the system could do

to stop me.

I could run the show from solitary.

- Gracias, carnal.

JD takin' care of business?

Simon, ese, but the heat's on,

they're tryin' to break us up.

(speaks foreign language).

Danny's down in Soledad.

Stevie's down in Chino and Willie boy's in Vacaville.

- We need a meeting, keep ourselves together.

Any of our people on the outside coming up for trial?

- I think Puppet's little brother got busted in East LA.

- Tell our lawyer to subpoena us,

get us all together in one place, all right?

The brothers send their love, carnal.

Gracias.

- [Montoya] The state is so lame, they paid for the game.

There were a couple of things from some of our people

who've already gotten out that weren't in sync

with instructions I've been getting from inside.

- Inside runs the show.

If there's any problems with that, just let us know.

- What I'd like to do now is interview

each of you individually.

Who wants to go first?

- Corky.

- Corky.

- Santana, how was the bus ride home?

- Sunshine felt good.

- This is my brother, ese.

They call him Little Puppet.

He's a genius, holmes.

- Hey, don't get carried away, ese.

- He does the best placas in East LA, check it out.

(whistling)

- Nice tits.

- He had a lightweight Jones goin' and got popped.

He's comin' up to Folsom.

I wanted him with us.

- Can he take care of himself?

- He don't know nothin', but I'll be responsible for him.

- You know what you're doin'?

How you doin' on the tecato side?

- I'm clean now, ese.

- Thank you for helping us get this

little meeting together, right?

- Yeah, I'd do anything for my carnal.

- When you come up, if you need anything, just let us know.

You run into any problems, we'll take care of it, all right?

- [Little Puppet] Gracias.

(speaking foreign language)

- Oye.

Orale.

- Sparky, how're we doin' in Vacaville?

- Goin' slow, holmes.

Tryin' to get it together, but we got

a little problem there.

(speaking foreign language)

- We spent all of our time tryin' to get it together.

Dealing with whites and the mayates,

only to be dealing with our own.

- Orale, carnal.

These aren't our own people, ese.

They're nothin' but a bunch of lame farmers from up north.

- They're chicanos.

- It's too late for that now, holmes.

They're already too big in Vacaville to make a move on.

And now they're makin' a play on our shit in Folsom.

They gotta pay the bill, ese.

- Who's carrying all the weight for them?

- Dude named El Chucko Pena.

- I know that vato.

I know him real well.

- Good, you get his ticket.

(speaking foreign language)

- That should make it easier to get next to him, ese.

- He used to be my crime partner.

(speaking foreign language)

- What the fuck is wrong with you, ese?

- It's cool.

Pie Face had left me only one choice,

the strength of a gesture, a thought, but no voice.

("Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" by The Animals)

♪ Baby, do you understand me now ♪

♪ Sometimes I feel a little mad ♪

♪ Don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel ♪

♪ When things go wrong ♪

(speaking foreign language)

♪ I'm just a soul whose intentions are good ♪

(speaking foreign language)

♪ Please don't let me be misunderstood ♪

♪ Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree ♪

- Orale.

♪ With the joy thats hard to hide ♪

♪ And sometimes it seems that all I have to do is worry ♪

(speaking foreign language)

- Her tits and her ass are too big, ese.

(speaking foreign language)

(laughing)

(speaking foreign language)

It looks unnatural, ese.

(speaking foreign language)

♪ I never mean to take it out on you ♪

♪ Life has its problems and I'll get my share ♪

♪ And that's one thing I never mean to do ♪

- Open your eyes, vato.

♪ Oh, oh oh, baby, don't you know I'm human ♪

♪ I have faults like any other one ♪

♪ Sometimes I find myself alone regretting ♪

♪ Some foolish thing, some simple thing I've done ♪

♪ I'm just a soul whose intentions are good ♪

♪ Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood ♪

♪ Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good ♪

♪ Oh Lord please don't let me be misunderstood ♪

- [Montoya] I was proud I didn't let

my feelings get in the way

of doing what we had to do to Pie Face that day.

Killing one of our own had earned us a new respect.

But none of us knew the price.

- Little Puppet.

- Orale, holmes.

- How you doin'?

- All right.

- That's good, ese.

Got a little favor to ask you, all right?

- [Little Puppet] Simon.

- You know that dude, El Chucko?

I want you to handle that for us, all right?

- I'll take care of it, ese.

- Was I talking to you, ese?

- Santana.

Let me do it.

(speaking foreign language), that's not his thing.

He's not no punk or nothin', but--

- He's not talking to you, Puppet.

- There's something I want you to understand, Little Puppet.

What happened to Pie Face, I didn't like it,

but it was necessary.

Especially right now.

Take a look over there, ese.

El Chucko and La Nuestra Familia

is making their play to get respect, ese.

La Eme took a long time earning their respect in this place.

And if we want to keep it, we gotta show some class.

(somber music)

Now I know Pie Face wasn't weak, ese.

And you know he wasn't weak either.

But how 'bout other people?

How 'bout El Chucko, what'd he think, ese?

'Cause that's what its about.

It's not just about being weak that we can't accept.

It's about other people even beginning

to think that we're showing weakness.

But it's up to you, you know?

(whistling)

(inmates chattering)

(cheering)

(cheerful music)

(Woody Woodpecker laughing)

(chuckles)

(cheering)

- Don't ever try to serve a summons on me again, see?

- I'll do it.

- [Man] Hey, Woodpecker, come here.

Nicely done.

And you too, Woodpecker.

(laughing)

Armed buzz buzzard.

(cartoon characters talking drowned out by chattering)

(grunting)

(groans)

(gunshot bangs)

(gun clicks)

(gunshot bangs)

- Get down!

Get down!

(whistle blows)

- [Guard] Get down!

(whistle blowing)

(bell ringing)

I said get down!

- Wipe your face.

- [Guard] Shut up!

- I got him, ese.

I got the vato.

- You's bleeding, carnal.

- Hey, the dude had a filero, he cut me, man

I got him in the neck, holmes.

- You did good, Little Puppet

- [Inmate] Take it easy, JD.

- [Inmate] TCB, JD.

- Orale, carnales.

(speaking foreign language)

- We'll be ridin' right alongside of you

out there on Broadway.

- Feels good, ese.

- Orale.

TCB out there.

- You know I will, ese.

You keep taking care of it in here, holmes.

- Orale.

(speaking foreign language)

Life was changing for JD, Mundo, and me.

But I didn't know how much.

- Orale.

Want some grilled cheese, ese?

- Simon.

(doors closing)

- Paulito, you grew up on me, man

Did you get my letters?

Where's Mama?

Did you come here by yourself?

She's sick?

She's dead.

(somber music)

I love you, carnal.

You never stop to think

of what life has meant

'til reality hits hard.

You ride behind pride,

thinking you can hide

feelings deep within you.

I had years on the tier to think about how my life

had affected my mother.

(door closes)

(light music)

All these years, nothing's changed.

- [JD] A lot has changed, holmes.

It took me a while to see it.

To see where we can move out here, man.

Check that shit out.

It's nothing new.

- Yeah, but it's the numbers that are different, brother.

We're talkin' about 200,000 tecatos

doin' their thing every day, brother.

The Italians are still runnin' the show,

but they're gettin' sloppy, man.

It's a move with a heavy upside.

- Runnin' that show on the inside's one thing.

Runnin' it out here is a different trip.

- Inside and outside go together, brother.

You're the one who pulled our coats to that.

Control the inside, you own the outside.

Welcome to Broadway, holmes.

- [Montoya] Yeah.

- Shit takes a while, ese.

(exhales)

- Heard that.

It's good to see you, ese.

- I'm gonna get a drink.

- Pedro.

- Santana.

- I got home a couple hours ago.

- I know.

- If it bothers you, I won't stay.

I remember when I was a little chavalito.

I used to sit by the window, waiting for you to come home.

I would get so anxious, I'd pinch myself on the hand

until it would bleed.

Then when you came--

- There you are, man, I was looking for you!

I wanna show you something.

Hey Papa.

Check it out.

It's the letters you wrote me.

From the time I was a little vato.

I used to read 'em to my homeboys.

They listened, too.

Said it was like poetry the way you wrote them.

(people chattering)

Check it out.

This is the homeboys.

- Heard a lot about you, holmes.

- Yeah holmes, Paulito be talkin' about you.

- Good to meet you guys.

(speaking foreign language)

- Lighten up, ese.

(light music)

(man singing in foreign language)

- You know Puppet and Little Puppet?

They're my primos.

- They're good people.

- Simon.

Hey, Chuy.

- That's Neto.

He's our neighbor.

He lives in 116 with his mom and his sister.

See that fine lookin' one over there in the white blouse?

- No, you're not going over.

- Yes, I'm gonna go hang out with the guys over there.

- What guys?

- Them there.

- Are you okay, man?

- Yeah, just not used to socializing, you know?

- You want a beer?

Hey JD, want a beer?

- Hey, little vato, what you been doin',

hidin' the tequila around here?

- Tequila.

- Go get him some.

("I Want To Take You Higher" by Ike and Tina Turner)

♪ Heat is gettin' stronger ♪

♪ Heat is gettin' longer too ♪

♪ You'll be somethin ' good to me ♪

- You live with your sister and her husband?

- Her husband?

- The guy with the suit.

- That's my primo Eddie.

He's Puppet and Little Puppet's brother.

He thinks his shit don't stink 'cause he's going to college.

Hey Julie!

Come over here.

Santana wants to meet you.

Julie, this is Santana.

- This is my brother, man.

Only dude around who'll walk the main yard alone, eh?

♪ Don't you wanna get high ♪

(shouting)

- Hey, relax.

Oldies rule forever.

("For Your Precious Love" by Garnett Mimms & The Enchanters)

- Let's move over here, all right?

- Hey, holmes.

Simon.

- Yeah.

- So, how long's it been since you've been home?

- About 18 summers, you know?

Hmm, since you were a kid.

You like to dance?

C'mon.

C'mon. (laughs)

♪ That's for lovin' you ♪

♪ Darling I ♪

♪ Oh when I ♪

(laughs)

When was the last time you danced?

- I never really tried it, you know?

Shit.

I don't know how to dance.

- I guess this really is your first time, huh?

- Sorry.

- It's all right.

Watch.

Just relax, okay?

- Yeah.

- Just, you know, just move.

There you go.

That's good.

You're doing really good.

- Afraid I'm gonna step on you again?

(laughs)

- No, no, I was checking out your shoes.

(laughs)

I haven't seen any like that in a long time. (laughs)

They're nice, though.

I like them.

- Mom!

- This your boy?

- Yeah.

Oh, you're tired son.

- Yes.

- Mico, say hi to Santana.

- It's all right.

- I better get him home.

It's late.

Thanks.

C'mon.

♪ I keep wonderin' ♪

- [Montoya] I should've thought with my heart

instead of my head.

But I didn't know about that.

Orale.

How long's he been in?

- Six months.

- Gentlemen, Mr. Scagnelli would like

to see you in the courtyard.

(opera music)

- We appreciate you taking the time to talk to us.

- So what can I do for you?

- There's gonna be some changes in the way

business is done in East LA.

From now on our people are gonna be responsible

for the East LA exchange.

All deliveries between Mexico and the exchange

are gonna be done through us.

All collections are gonna be done by us.

- Is that what you came here for, to tell me my business?

- From now on, your business in the barrio

is gonna be our business too.

- Let me explain something.

For you, for us, for anybody who does business,

things happen.

And you or your family or friend can end up doing time.

Somewhere along the line we have to deal with that fact.

Now you run the distribution on the outside,

we run the inside.

Our offer is this.

We guarantee your people no problems on the inside.

- You listen to me.

I don't know who you think you are, but if anything,

and I mean anything, happens to make my son's stay

any more uncomfortable than it already is,

you will regret the day you make that choice.

- Hey, Santoni, got some new trays for you, bro.

- Hey, wait a minute, what's happenin', man?

- Oh, good news, carnal.

- Hey, man, I got word from my old lady, ese.

She said the meeting with your father,

it went real well, bro.

- Oh yeah man?

- Simon.

- Glad to hear it, you know, I wasn't sure

how it was gonna work out.

- Yeah.

They say your father was a real trip, ese.

- Yeah man, he can get kinda crazy sometimes.

- You know what?

Some of the carnales just finished cookin' up

a fresh batch of pruno, ese.

- Oh yeah man, it's good stuff?

- Simon.

In fact, we're gonna have a taste tonight after dinner.

Catch you later, bro.

- Hey, hey, hey, man.

(speaking foreign language)

- Orale.

- Hey, I'm into it man, I'm into it.

- Orale.

- Shit, yeah.

- I'll see you at the party.

- All right, man, party.

- Okay.

(knocking)

- [Paulito] That was funny, man.

(speaking foreign language)

She was ugly, holmes.

- [Neto] Hey holmes, (speaking foreign language).

- [Paulito] Check it out, Neto, check it out.

She ugly, holmes.

- Orale, carnalito.

- Hey, what's happening, holmes?

- How you doing, man.

Listen, I was just over at your house.

Is your sister home?

- Nah, she's at work at the bakery store, holmes.

Right there on Soto and First.

On Brooklyn, on Soto and Brooklyn.

- You guys are flyin' high, huh?

(laughing)

- Chale, dude.

Just some lightweight shit.

- Like I say, holmes, you only live once.

- Yeah, just don't live it too fast.

You might burn out.

- Take it day by day.

- Simon.

- It's not for me to say, but you guys are gonna have

to learn it the hard way, you know?

I'll be watchin' you later, right, carnal?

(speaks foreign language)

- Take it easy, holmes.

- Later carnal.

- What's wrong with him, ese?

- I don't know, man.

- He think he your dad or somethin'?

- Hi.

- So this is where you work, huh?

I mean, I know this is where you work, your brother told me.

- Yeah, were you just in the neighborhood or what?

- I was thinking about my shoes, you know?

- Your shoes?

- What you said the other night made me stop and think

that maybe they're a little bit old-fashioned.

(laughs)

- Hey, it's okay.

I was just...

- I was thinking maybe if you could,

if you would wanna help me buy another pair of shoes,

you know?

You don't have to if you don't want to.

Everything's okay, you know.

If you got things to do and everything, you know.

These are pretty good.

I'd like to buy these--

- I'll be with you in a minute.

- Hey.

Look at me when you talk to me, all right?

- I have a customer waiting.

I'll be right with you.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

- What, you thought he wasn't showing you respect or what?

- I didn't think nothing.

- Hey, ese, the vato was just doing his pinche job.

(speaking foreign language)

- Orale.

(people chattering)

- Taste this, this is really good.

These are chinchalones.

(speaking foreign language)

Watch, this is really good.

Why don't you taste this?

It's not too hot, is it?

Huh?

- I need some water.

(speaking foreign language)

You know, when I got off at Folsom first time,

I took a look around, smiled and said,

"I finally made it to the big time."

- Hmm.

How did you survive there?

- Got the clica going.

Had anything I wanted.

- Hmm.

- Before, you know, before if somebody wanted something

from you like cigarettes or your manhood,

and they were stronger than you, they just took it.

We changed all that.

We made it better for our people in the joint.

- But you never finished school.

- But I fed myself.

History, politics, biography.

Anything I could get a hold of.

To help me forget about myself, think about something else.

(speaking foreign language)

I loved it in there.

Had whatever I wanted.

- Yeah?

How about walking outside or going out with a girl?

Hmm?

- I didn't know about that.

Didn't care about it either.

Salud.

- Friends. - Friends, yeah.

- [Man] Forever, eh?

(gagging)

- Oh man.

(speaking foreign language)

(laughing)

Good, man.

It's good shit.

- Okay, now, just ease the clutch out and push on the gas.

(tires squealing)

Okay, good.

Are you sure you've never driven before?

Good.

(laughing)

Okay.

- [Montoya] Why does it do that?

- [Julie] Oh, it does that 'cause you gotta like,

let the clutch out and push the gas in at the same time.

'Cause watch.

Okay, step on the brake.

You did real good.

- The greatest fighter pound for pound vatos,

see, without a doubt, con a left jab, those hooks,

those uppercuts, (speaking foreign language),

hands down, Mundo Ramos.

- Mundo Ramos. - Simon.

(speaking foreign language)

- Mundo Ramos.

- Who the hell is Mando Ramos?

(laughing)

All right, a toast to Mundo Ramos.

(laughing)

- Do you like what you do?

- It's nothing special.

- What do you wanna do?

(laughs)

- I don't know.

I used to wanna go to school, you know?

Really learn something.

- Why don't you do it?

- Oh man, wouldn't be that easy now, you know?

I got a kid, and I gotta work

I'd be older than everybody else.

- Read.

Go to school once a week.

Educate your mind.

It'll be good for you and for Mico.

Or is it that all you want is for things to be easy?

- I dunno.

- You wanna know something?

- What?

- I never been at the beach before.

- For reals?

- Yeah, for real.

- You like it?

(laughs)

- Yeah.

(laughs)

I like it.

(gentle music)

- Oh, man, I'm gettin' dizzy.

This pruno goes right to your head.

- Hey man, come on, drink up.

It's good for you, ese.

- Great party, man.

This is a great party.

- Hey, wait till the broad gets here.

- Oh yeah, who's the broad?

- You are, baby.

(grunting)

Don't even think about it.

- Your father didn't think much of our business offer,

or you.

(grunting)

Relax, you might enjoy it.

- You've never been with a woman before.

(zips)

(gasps)

(shouting)

(gasping)

- I told you you'd like it, huh?

(groaning)

(moaning)

- It's okay.

It's okay.

Wait.

No.

Wait.

Wait!

No.

No!

Stop it!

(grunts)

No!

Stop it!

(muffled classical music)

- No!

- We always have beans every single night!

- No, we don't. - I'm sick of it!

- We're gonna put some salsa in it so it'll tastes better.

- Okay, grandma.

- Why does he listen to you?

He never listens to me, he always listens to you.

Neto!

Neto, come and eat.

(knocks)

Neto!

Come and eat.

The food's getting cold, hurry.

- What are you doing?

- I'm making a burrito!

- Come on, Neto!

- [Mico] No no no no, I'm just gonna eat a burrito.

- [Grandmother] Look at the mess you're making.

- [Mico] That's why you're here, to clean it up.

- [Grandmother] No, no.

(knocking)

- Neto?

- But you're dropping it all in the plate.

- Then I'll just scoop it back up.

(knocks)

- Neto?

Neto?

Mama!

Mama!

Call an ambulance!

Get Mico outta here!

Neto, Neto!

God damn you!

What did you do, you stupid shit!

Wake up!

- Neto!

- You better wake up, goddamn you!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Damn you!

Wake up!

- Let me see!

- No, Mico, no!

- Let me go see, he's my uncle!

(crying)

- No!

(car door closes)

- It started happenin' around 7:00 tonight

as soon as the new stuff hit town.

- How many ODs?

- 30, 40, maybe more.

That's just the first ones we know about.

It's all over town, ese.

Scagnelli let the shit run through uncut.

- 100 percent pure, bro.

Every tecato's dream come true.

- It don't make no sense, carnal.

- Makes a lot of sense.

- [Pedro] But he must have known what would happen.

He's killing off his own customers.

- [Montoya] How many Italians OD'd?

- [Pedro] Italians?

There ain't no fuckin' Italians in East LA.

(somber music)

(car door closes)

- What are you doing?

Those are Paulito's things.

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

- What kind of shit is he on?

- I don't know.

- Where is he?

- He don't listen to me, just like you.

- Where is he?

- Get your hands off of me.

- Listen to me, where is he?

- Don't touch me.

- I said where is he?

- Let me go!

- Where is he!

Where is he!

Talk to me, where is he?

- What are you guys doing?

Let go!

- What kind of shit are you on?

- What you talkin' about?

I'm clean, man.

(door closes)

- Paulito told me you've been coming here everyday.

- About the other night, I--

- Forget it.

- Whatever I did to you,

or to mama,

to make you hate me,

I'm sorry.

- Your mother

was a beautiful woman.

She made me feel proud.

She was 19 years old.

Raped

by sailors.

After it happened,

we never talked about it.

Then we got married,

and we tried to forget.

(somber music)

When you were born,

I tried to love you.

But every time I looked at you,

I wondered who your real father was.

I wondered which sailor's blood you carried inside you.

(door opens and closes)

(cheerful music)

- [Man On TV] Stop.

- [Man On TV] Hey, what're they, football uniforms?

- [Man On TV] Certainly not, they're spacesuits.

- Hey, Les, don't I look like a piece of bubble gum?

- Step on it again holmes.

Not too much, JD wants a good count.

It's gotta be right.

Our names going out behind this.

- Makes me nervous lookin' at all this shit

and not bein' able to chip a little taste, brother.

- Business, Tin Man, then we'll think about

takin' a little bit off the top.

(laughing)

- Now we're talking, brother.

(speaking foreign language)

- Orale, holmes!

(laughing)

Relax, holmes.

(speaking foreign language)

- You gonna get fired.

- I'm just watching the tube, holmes.

- Whatever happened to Abbott and Costello?

- They're on their way to Mars, holmes.

- [Man] They ain't the only ones.

(laughing)

(bangs)

- Drop the gun!

Now!

Back up against the wall.

- Who the fuck are you?

- Down on your knees, put your hands behind your backs.

Now!

Bow your heads!

Do it!

(grunting)

You know who we are!

You know who we are?

- Yeah, I know who you are.

Now breathe.

Deep!

Breathe.

Breathe.

Real deep.

(man on TV shouting)

- [Man On TV] We're heading for Mars.

(somber music)

(bell ringing)

- The word is it was the Black Guerilla Family.

Scagnelli had his people check out how things work in here.

Farmed it out to the BGF.

- What the hell are the mayates doing

with the Italians, ese?

- Scagnelli hooked up with the Compton dope exchange.

BGF runs muscle for Compton.

- Hey, I hear our lawyers are getting

some of our people dates, huh?

- Yeah, Puppet and Little Puppet

gonna see some daylight real soon.

Little Puppet in about three weeks, Puppet in about seven.

Little Puppet wants to get married

on the day he gets out, eh?

- He wants me to be best man, ese.

(speaking foreign language)

- Santana, watch your back.

(door closes)

- If we show weakness now, holmes, everybody's gonna see it.

Not just the Mayates and wops,

but the Nuestra Familia as well.

I mean, they're just waiting to make their fucking move.

There's a way we can do it clean.

Do what Scagnelli did.

Farm the shit out.

- To who?

- Aryan Brotherhood.

They hate the Mayates, Mayates hate them,

ain't no big fuckin' thing.

Let the AB give the blacks the message.

That way we don't have to risk anything.

- We're spending all of our time dealing with the Italians,

and now with the Black Guerilla Family, ese,

instead of getting our people out and keeping them out.

- You know what?

If we don't fight for that shit now,

we're gonna lose it all now, holmes.

- I also want to take a minute to thank

the owner of the club, Maynard.

(crowd applauding)

Let's have a good time, let's party!

(grunting)

(gun clicks)

(crowd cheering)

(gunshot bangs)

(screaming)

(glass shattering)

- [Man] Get down!

- Back, motherfucker.

- [Man] We don't need no trouble, just take the money.

(grunts)

(glass shattering)

- Everybody shut up!

Get down!

(woman crying)

- What is your name?

- Arthur J, uh-huh.

(gunshot bangs)

- Now it's Mrs. J.

(gunshots banging) (screaming)

(firecrackers popping) (cheering)

(cheerful music)

(man singing in foreign language)

- [Montoya] For weeks I wanted to tell you how I felt.

But when I was finally with you,

I couldn't find the courage.

(people chattering)

(camera clicking)

(crowd applauding and whistling)

- This is how I always imagined it, ese.

The only thing is I wish my brother was here.

You know when he comes out, let's have a party for him.

I want to have a party, you know, a big party.

- Orale.

- Lourdes, this dude and my brother, man,

are the only reasons I made it.

You know, without them...

I can't believe we're out here, ese.

We made it, ¿que no?

- Yeah, we made it.

- [Little Puppet] Lets get a drink, ¿que no?

- Yeah.

- Day in, day out.

Same fucking thing.

You know what it was in there, holmes?

Dead time, wasting my fucking life away, ese.

And for what?

So I could look in the fucking mirror

and say "you're bad, ese.

"You're bad."

Shit, holmes, the best tattoos in East LA.

Now I can't draw shit, ese.

(laughing)

Fuck it, holmes.

It's okay.

I'm lucky, huh?

I can still do somethin'.

- Go sit him down.

- Hey, you know, I'm here, ese.

- Orale.

- You know what?

I don't need to be bad anymore.

(laughing)

What you laughing at, punk?

Wipe that fucking smile off your face, asshole.

- Hey carnal.

Wedding present, man.

(chattering)

(speaking foreign language)

Be cool, man.

- Be cool?

Orale, I don't need to be cool.

(speaking foreign language)

I'm married now.

- Orale.

You're cool.

You're so cool I'm gonna call you (speaks foreign language).

(laughing)

(chattering)

- What went down in Compton was wrong, ese.

It was supposed to be business.

It came out racial.

We wanted to send a message to the BGF

about stayin' away from our business.

And we send a bunch of fucking cowboys

into other people's home turf,

talking trash and shooting some guy in the dick.

- I don't know what's wrong with you.

I don't know if it's that woman or what.

But you're starting to show weakness.

And we both know that you can't do that.

(engine revving)

(light music)

(speaking foreign language)

- Get away, dammit, your breath smells like goat shit.

- Oh, shit, come on, Little Puppet.

Come on, primo, get up.

- You all right?

- Come on, guy.

Time for you to take a walk, all right?

Come on.

(speaking foreign language)

- Okay?

- My cousin, man, she a fox or what?

Hey, Santana, I don't want to be in the La Eme anymore, ese.

I wanna be a John Doe, (speaks foreign language), you know?

Sears and Roebuck all the way, holmes.

Work for a living, move to Bakersfield.

Have some fucking kids, ese.

(speaking foreign language)

- Excuse me.

(groaning)

- Oh man.

I feel better now, ese, except I'm fucking hot.

- Take it easy, nobody wants to see you naked, all right?

- Okay, holmes.

I'm gonna go wash up a little, all right?

- Wait up, I'll go with you.

- Oh no, that's okay, ese.

Julie, I'm sorry, huh?

- It's okay.

You're my cousin, remember?

(laughing)

- Fox is my cousin, ¿que no ese?

- I'm sorry to hear about Neto.

- I don't know what to say to you.

- Whatever, you know.

- You're like two people.

One is like a kid who doesn't know how to dance,

who doesn't know how to make love.

That's the one I cared about.

But the other one,

the other one I hate.

The one who knows, the who has his rap down,

who knows how to run drugs, who kills people.

- I don't have to listen to this shit, all right?

If you were a man, I'd--

- You'd kill me.

Oh no.

No, you'd fuck me in the ass, right?

Right?

- I guess we got nothing to say to each other.

- You know, when I met you, I was impressed.

Yeah, you talked about La Raza and education

and the revolution, but you know what, man?

You really don't care about any revolution, do you?

You're nothing but a fucking dope dealer.

- Just a road to where we're going, esa.

Bullshit!

(speaking foreign language)

- I don't do drugs.

I don't even like them, but they're there.

And it's a reality.

And if I don't take care of that business,

somebody else will.

- Yeah?

Well your business kills kids, man.

It kills kids!

Like Neto, and Paulito,

and Mico, my son, who looked up to you.

Man, they idolize the ground you walk on.

- What the fuck do you want from me?

Do you want me to start over, esa?

Get a job?

How about become a citizen?

- There's no fucking hope

(somber music)

for our kids,

for our barrios,

with people like you around.

(chattering on police radio)

- Good evening.

Buses stopped running at midnight.

Is everything okay?

- Yeah, what's the problem?

- You ever been in the joint?

- Yeah.

- [Policeman] What about you, miss?

- No.

Hey look, we weren't doing anything wrong here.

- Can I see some ID?

This your jacket?

Have any weapons?

Okay, step to the car, put your hands on the hood.

Now!

- He wasn't doing any--

- Stay out of this, ma'am.

- She's just a chick I picked up at a party, all right?

- Come on, he wasn't do--

- Stay back!

Step away from the car and put your hands

on top of your head.

- [Man] Hands out in front of you.

Over.

Wiggle the fingers.

Reach down and lift up your nut sack.

- Can I talk to you a minute?

- Simon, ese.

- I heard about what happened.

I'm sorry, Santana.

Mi carnalito, he messed up.

- It wasn't his fault, ese.

It was an all-American beef.

When they wanna pop you, they're gonna pop you.

Want some grilled cheese, ese?

- No thanks.

- You sure, ese?

(speaking foreign language)

- People are saying it's Little Puppet's fault.

- It wasn't his fault, ese.

- You know me, carnal.

I'll do anything for La Eme.

Anything.

But I'm asking you, please, take my brother's name off.

- Your brother's name's on a piece of paper, ese?

- [Puppet] They want me to kill him.

- It's a mistake, ese.

Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of it.

Nothing's gonna happen to your brother.

- That's good to hear, ese.

That's good to hear.

- I hear Little Puppet's name's on a piece of paper, ese.

- I want you to co-sign it.

- I'm taking it off, ese.

- That punk got you kicked back in the hole.

Set us all back.

Now he's runnin' around talkin' loud shit

about how he wants out of La Eme.

His number is up, holmes.

- I said I'm taking it off, ese.

- What's gonna happen is gonna happen.

Don't try to stop it.

You understand me?

I'm asking you, carnal.

- Is that where it's gotten to, ese?

- The brothers are talking about you.

- What are they saying, ese?

- They're saying that you're not showing them anything.

- You know, a long time ago, two best homeboys,

two kids were thrown into juvie.

They were scared, and they thought they had to

do something to prove themselves.

And they did what they had to do.

They thought they were doing it to gain respect

for their people, to show the world

that no one could take their class from them.

No one had to take it from us, ese.

Whatever we had, we gave it away.

Take care of yourself, carnal.

(door closes)

(phone hangs up)

(somber music)

- [Lawyer] But it's looking good

as far as the appeal is concerned.

I'd say maybe in the next six months,

but it's gonna be tough.

- [Mundo] Puppet.

- Orale, Mundo.

- [Mundo] What's the word mockingbird?

Gonna fly the coop on us?

- Simon.

- You're gonna take care of that business for us, right?

You brought your brother in, you gotta take him out.

- Santana was gonna talk to JD.

- Oh, come on, don't punk out on us, ese.

If you can't take care of it, we will.

Anybody that happens to be with him

gets to go along for the ride.

(somber music)

- [Inmates] One, two, three, four!

One, two, three, five!

One, two, three, six!

One, two, three, seven!

One, two, three, eight!

One, two, three--

- [Montoya] Dear Julie.

Maybe the reason I learned how to read and write

was so that I could write you this letter.

Here in this cage, behind these bars,

I can read, I can learn.

I can even make love, but it's distorted.

I thought that what I had learned on the inside

was everything I needed to know,

even on the outside.

- Let's go.

- [Montoya] Like they say, things don't always turn out

the way one feels they should.

(doors opening)

Till now, all the books I've ever read

have been to try to get power.

- [Julie] Let's see.

Shit.

Mico!

- [Mico] Yeah?

- [Julie] Mico, help me find my shoe.

- [Mico] You'd lose your head if it wasn't fastened on.

- [Montoya] You were the door to another life,

where my seed might have been affirmed.

- Tada, I found your shoe!

- [Montoya] I've brought back to this hole

a breath of life, which I am trying to use.

- [JD] You make it, carnal.

We don't fake it, we just take it.

'Cause La Primera's, ese.

Always has been, always will be.

Orale.

- [Pedro] Orale.

- [JD] Welcome to the clica, carnal.

(speaking foreign language)

- Are you coming out, ese?

- Stayin' in.

- Are you sure you know what you're doing, ese?

- Simon.

- [Montoya] You scared me by showing me

a glimpse of what my life might have been.

- See me?

That's Lourdes.

(speaking foreign language)

Orale.

- Hey, be careful!

- Don't worry, holmes, I ain't gonna crash.

Check that one out.

See all the people?

They were throwing rice and shit.

Look at Mama.

- Pull over up here.

I gotta take a leak.

- [Montoya] This medal I send to you as a gift

for helping me find my voice, a key to my soul,

which I will use.

St. Dismas is the patron saint of all those in prison.

He has protected me.

May he do the same for you.

Have hope.

You deserve it.

- La Primera lives, ese.

It lives through us.

It gives to us.

It is us.

- Simon, ese, it's all we got.

- [Paulito] It's all we've ever had.

- Hey carnal, remember that time we went down

to the LA River, ese?

We drank that funky, funky wine, ese.

Man, I was sick for a week.

(laughing)

You wanna know what Lourdes asked me?

I'm telling you this 'cause you're my carnal.

She wanted to know if the reason why they call me

Little Puppet was...

You know.

Made me real angry.

I think she's pregnant now.

(laughing)

I guess I showed her, huh?

- Don't look at me!

Don't look at me.

Don't fight.

Please, don't fight.

Just die!

Just die.

(speaking foreign language)

God damn me.

God damn me.

- Comin' out?

- Paulito.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Your brother sent this for you.

He wants you to have it.

You know what it is, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I went with my mom to give it to him, years ago.

Thanks.

Orale.

Hey, check it out!

Check it out.

Look at what my carnal sent me.

- Mommy, where are you going?

- [Julie] To school, mijo.

- To school?

- [Julie] Give me a kiss.

Mmm, I love you.

- Is it okay if I go with the guys?

- [Julie] No, it's not okay if you go with the guys.

- [Mico] Why not?

- [Julie] Because I said so.

- [Mico] Please?

- No, you can't. - Please!

- No, you can't. - Why not?

- [Julie] Because you can't.

- [Paulito] Looks good don't it?

You're a man now, ese.

Let's go cruise the boulevard, huh?

- Paulito.

- [Paulito] Be right back!

- Paulito!

Paulito!

- Papa, I'll be right back.

- [Mundo] You coming out, ese?

- Yeah.

- You got a lot of heart, carnal.

Maybe too much.

- You've always gotta give it your best shot, you know?

(grunting) (suspenseful music)

(thuds) (whistle blows)

(guard shouts)

(alarm blaring)

(somber music)

- Which one, ese?

- Don't matter.

- Fuck it, holmes.

La Primera lives!

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot bangs)

(hip hop music)

♪ What is time ♪

♪ Time is when a man is trying to make time with your woman ♪

♪ But you doing time behind bars ♪

♪ And your time is standing still ♪

♪ Yo Frost, kick it to these people for real ♪

♪ You know what I'm saying ♪

♪ Time ♪

♪ Sifts through the hourglass ♪

♪ Through night and day ♪

♪ And I watch as the games people play ♪

♪ It's like do unto others, then split ♪

♪ And if you can't back up what you say ♪

♪ Then you ain't shit ♪

♪ I've seen the manifestations of the street ♪

♪ So I can manifest what I see on a drum beat ♪

♪ Like just last night ♪

♪ Yo, what happened man ♪

♪ I watched as two vatos get in a crazy fight ♪

♪ One of them was quick to pull a knife ♪

♪ He stabbed him in the heart, and now he's doing life ♪

♪ In prison at the age of 21 ♪

♪ Living on death row 'cause he couldn't let go ♪

♪ Caught in the web of violence ♪

♪ Roll deep when they creep and move in silence of the lambs ♪

♪ A tattooed teardrop as the iron gates slam ♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine ♪

♪ Any time, hey ♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine ♪

♪ Damn, damn, ain't that a shame ♪

♪ Your loss, so pay the caution, don't play the game ♪

♪ Should've listened to the Frost ♪

♪ When I was tryin' to come across to ya ♪

♪ But no you didn't think ♪

♪ Sucker ♪

♪ You just keep getting yourself more deep until you sink ♪

♪ So there's no one else to thank but yourself ♪

♪ So go ahead and take a bow for a job well done ♪

♪ But you'll never see the day of the sunshine ♪

♪ Or the fun times, just the old days and your old ways ♪

♪ True ♪

♪ Corrupt and wicked ♪

♪ Out there doing dirt instead of just kickin' it ♪

♪ Pow, pow, bang, bang, and all that noise ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, you and all your homeboys ♪

♪ Take the time to read between the lines ♪

♪ 'Cause ain't no sunshine ♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine ♪

♪ Any time, hey ♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine ♪

♪ Yo, kick it ♪

♪ I know about being macho ♪

♪ Callin' the shots, the big time head honcho ♪

♪ But here's somethin' even more gaucho ♪

♪ One of my homeboys is your old lady Sancho ♪

♪ Yo, shit happens ♪

♪ A number lights up on this beeper ♪

♪ Right as I'm rappin' ♪

♪ While you sit in your cell writing a letter ♪

♪ Saying when you get out, yo, things'll be better ♪

♪ But man, she couldn't wait ♪

(man laughing)

♪ So she's going out on dates ♪

♪ With every Tom, Dick, and Harry ♪

♪ And if you ask me, yo, shit's gettin' scary ♪

♪ So how you gonna handle this ♪

♪ When your holmes in Los Angeles actin' so scandalous ♪

♪ No, you can't blame her, you didn't take the time ♪

♪ And now, ain't no sunshine ♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine ♪

♪ Just for you in '92, you know what I'm sayin' ♪

♪ Any time, yeah ♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine ♪

♪ So if you don't wanna do no time ♪

♪ You better take time and try to draw the line ♪

♪ You know what I'm sayin' ♪

♪ Or you gonna be the next fool in line ♪

♪ Doing time, you know what I'm sayin' ♪

♪ Like my man said ♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine, fool ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' happening up there, you know what I'm sayin' ♪

♪ Yo, me and Frost is outta here, peace ♪

(somber music)