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- All inmate visitation hours

will be ending soon.

- What's up, son?

You finally found some time

to come see your old man?

- No, Dad.

- I'm only here because Mom. - Wouldn't stop bugging me.

To come see you.

- Yeah, your mom was telling me. - Andy's getting big.

He's running around.

- You know, the last time. - She was here,

- She was showing me. - Some pictures of the...

- You know, like, the different. - Things you guys were doing...

- Well, sounds like

you're all caught up, then.

Right?

- Ah, come on.

I really don't want this time

to be like this.

- Family.

Let me tell you something, Dad.

I dropped out of school

to take care of my family

'cause you were too busy

in the streets.

Our family?

- I don't wanna fight with you

or hurt you guys.

I've changed, Juanito.

Watch when I get out.

- Changed for what?

For us?

We're grown, Dad.

- There's no need to change. - For us anymore.

Sometimes, people,

they make bad choices

- because of the situations. - They put themselves in.

- Yeah, I know.

I know.

And we all know what you chose.

- You're a good man.

You've grown into a good man,

and I'm proud of you.

- Proud of me.

You don't even know me.

- Here's what I know.

You're nothing like me.

And I'm proud of that.

- Hurry up with those orders.

- All right, all right.

- What is this On Demand? - What do you mean, on demand?

- "What do you mean, on..."

- all of a sudden, - you don't know?

- Mom.

- What is this movie. - Right here?

- It was one movie,

and it was for $3.99.

That's not even nothing.

- Then how come there's five

of them in here, huh?

Baby, explain to me

why your mom thinks

that she can put movies

on demand when we have Netflix.

- Hey, little... - She doesn't pay her bills!

- Hey! - We end up paying!

- Hey, little girl, - what you mean "explain to Mom?"

What, you think I don't know

- how to use the TV. - And pay the bills?

- Mom!

- Obviously, you don't.

Come on, baby, what's up?

Baby, that's it?

Oh, my God.

You got him crying.

- Look, instead of crying. - About it,

Go wash that pot so I can cook.

- I told you it's soaking!

- Well, then, do the other one,

- 'cause if not, - it's not gonna be...

- I'm over here. - Trying to figure out the bills!

- All right, so go. - Do your bills and stop talking.

- Then how come. - You're not telling me about it?

- What other bills we got. - That I don't know about, huh?

- I don't know.

Go look at 'em.

- We got this.

- We got this phone bill? - Huh?

- Hey.

- Did Juanito pay. - The cell phone bill?

They don't say he did.

- How is Vero...

- How is he. - Supposed to pay the bills.

When he's been working all day?

- What did you say I said?

- I said how is your brother

supposed to be paying bills

when he's working all day?

- Don't worry about it. - I'll pay it tomorrow.

And why you got to open

your big mouth like always?

- Yeah.

I'll pay it tomorrow.

- Vez, this is your problem.

You're always fixing her shit.

- That's your problem. - Fuck you!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Come here, baby.

No, fuck you!

- Why don't you contribute. - Around here?

- The baby's freaking crying. - Hey, hey.

- What, baby? - What's this?

- What? - What is this shit?

- Oh, you don't have to worry. - About that.

- What do you mean. - It's nothing to worry about?

- We're getting kicked out. - Are you kidding me?

- I know, but if we just pay

what's due, we'll be okay.

- How the fuck are we past due. - On our rent?

- Is there something. - You're not telling me?

Mama.

- I've been helping your. - Grandmother with her bills.

- She's gonna pay us back. - Are you fucking kidding me?

- Plus they can't kick us out.

- Yeah, Mom,

but why didn't you tell me?

- Because I didn't want you. - To worry.

- So you used our money.

What the fuck, Ma?

- I could've come up with some. - Extra money or something.

- I didn't want you to worry, - okay?

I'm gonna take care of it.

Don't worry about it.

We have, like, 30 days,

maybe even more.

- I've completely forgotten.

Like we have

that fucking luxury, right?

- Baby. - This is bullshit.

- I didn't know anything, baby. - Fuck!

- Okay?

- Your mom kept this shit. - From me, all right?

- What? - Bullshit!

- Juan. - I didn't know, okay?

I didn't have any fucking...

- You didn't know. - About grandmother?

- You didn't know. - That I was helping?

- No, I did not know. - She was...

- Wow.

I don't want no trouble.

- Moy?

- Hell, yeah, high speed.

- Oh, shit.

- 'Sup, man? - It's been a minute.

- What's going on, man?

- What's up, man? - Shit.

- What's up, man?

Damn, Juanito.

- Got you doing bitch work. - Up in here, man.

- Yeah, right, homey. - It's not even like that, dawg.

Man, you could've fooled me.

Let's go get a drink, my boy.

All right.

- Come on, man.

Hop in.

- So,

when'd they let you out?

- I didn't think

they were ever gonna.

I don't know.

Two, three weeks ago.

A month.

Long enough to get back

into business stuff.

Ain't no stopping me.

I see you ain't doing shit.

- Yeah, I'm just trying. - To get by, man.

Make ends meet, you feel me?

- Man, you ain't gonna. - Make nothing meet.

- Doing what you doing. - Over there, man.

- Yeah, well, I got a family

to take care of now.

- Word is you knocked up. - Adriana.

- Snagged that bitch. - Right up, man.

Or was it the other way around?

- All right, look, man, - you need to chill the hell out.

With that shit.

You fucking play too much, man.

Good for you.

Got your little family,

your little job.

It's good to see you

doing good, though, man.

- Yeah.

Thanks.

- All right, man. - Well, good luck, homey.

- I appreciate the ride. - Good talk, man.

Hey.

Motherfucker, I can help you

get some real paper.

Man, fuck this place, man.

- I ain't even trying

to play that game, homey.

- Ain't no fucking games

I'm playing.

The fuck do you think this is?

I'm trying to get you paid.

What happened

to my down-ass homey?

Offer don't last long, bro.

You know where to find me.

- Shit.

Fuck.

We opened two hours late

because of you.

- Come on, it was an accident. - I...

- I got a family. - To take care of.

Two businesses to run.

I wanna sleep in.

But I got to be here.

Go home, Juan.

- Raul. - Go home.

- Who the fuck is it?

- It's me, Moy.

Juanito.

- Look who the fuck it is.

- You almost got shot. - Coming around here, man.

- Man, get that shit. - Out of my face, bitch.

- Ah, man,

we ain't friends anymore?

- Come on, man. - I'm just joking, man.

Come in, nigga.

Close that door.

- Come on.

- So what's up?

- You need to hold the fuck up

and let me tell you.

You, my friend,

are gonna be doing drop-offs

and pick-ups.

The first drop you're going to

is with Flaco and Chino.

You remember those fools?

They're down as fuck.

Help me set up shop.

- We're plugging. - Some big players.

You're lucky I like you, bro.

Letting you in

on this operation.

I'ma text you the address

where to find these fools.

From there, they got you.

Know what I mean?

- Yeah, I got you.

- Adriana.

What's up?

It's Moy.

- Oh, shit.

Hi!

Hey.

- What's up? - How you doing?

- I'm good. - Good.

- Good to see you. - Yeah.

- How you been?

- All right, but damn.

You look bad as fuck.

No disrespect.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

Last time I saw you, you were...

A lot younger.

Yeah, I got a kid now

- and all the stress. - That comes with it.

- I hear that,

but he's a lucky guy...

The father, I mean.

- It's Juanito, my lucky guy.

J?

- No.

- J.

Juanito.

Fuck, I didn't know that.

- Homey always had a way

with the ladies, I guess.

All right, well,

it was good seeing you.

Tell my boy to come find me.

All right,

let him know I miss him.

- Okay, I will.

- Hey, you need a ride?

- Nah, it's okay.

- You sure?

I don't mind.

- No, no, no, they're probably

just running late.

- Well, it kind of looks like

they forgot about you.

Come on.

I didn't park too far.

We get home.

Hopefully J's there.

We all catch up,

like old times.

- Okay.

- We're here.

- Where we at?

- We're here.

- For real, Moy? - I got to get home.

- Take me home. - Now, don't be like that.

Let's just kick it

for a little bit.

- Kick it?

Fuck no.

Take me home.

- You too good. - To kick it with me now?

- You weren't too good. - For my ride.

- Oh, fuck no.

That's what this is?

- No, no. - I'm fucking out of here.

Thanks for the ride.

- Where the fuck. - Do you think you're going?

- Get the fuck off of me.

- What's up, dawg?

Been a long time.

You ready or what?

Moy said we got old J back.

Crazy old Juanito.

- Yeah, let's just make. - Some shit happen, man.

- We gonna make. - Some shit happen out here,

Then we're gonna head out

to Boyle Heights, a'ight?

- Hey, when we get there,

don't say shit.

Just let us introduce you.

- Yeah, all right.

- So what's up, Juanito?

It's been a long time

since you've been around.

Too scared to kick it

with the homies or what?

- Nah, it's not even. - Like that, dawg.

All of a sudden.

- Thought you forgot. - About the homies.

- Hey, bro, shut the fuck up.

We're almost there.

- Hey, you trippin'.

Hey, bro, don't listen

to this dumb fuck.

- So what's up? - This the spot or what?

- Yeah, we usually post up here

and wait for these fools

to arrive.

- Good.

Let me get off and take a piss.

- Hey, look, man,

- I don't think I can go. - To Boyle Heights anymore.

- You ain't going nowhere, bro.

- This shit don't work. - That way.

- What the fuck, Chino?

- Shut the fuck up!

- Oh, fuck. - Oh, fuck.

Fuck you!

Motherfucker!

The fuck?

Fuck him.

- What the fuck, man? - What the fuck?

- Why the fuck was J. - Beating your ass?

- Fuck you, and fuck him too.

I'm gonna smoke this nigga.

- Nah. - He look dead to me.

- I don't give a fuck. - Leave him the fuck alone.

- Nah. - Not even worth it.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

- It's not even. - The right neighborhood.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

- Fuck, bro, we need. - Some fucking bud, dawg.

Money.

- Fucking homey, - let's go get it lit.

- You know what I mean? - Rob a bank.

- You're not down. - Fuck no.

- What, for you to get caught, - Juanito?

If we want all that...

- Fool, it ain't a bank, - but it'll get us some...

Hey, Moy, you ready?

- Fuck it, homey.

It is what it is.

- Let's get this shit. - Over with.

- All right, dawg.

- All you got to do. - Is empty out the fucking cash.

- And give it to the homey, - understand?

- Hurry the fuck up, fucker. - I ain't got all day.

- Okay, okay.

- Hurry that shit up.

- Nah, nah, nah, you good. - Hurry the fuck up.

- It's processing.

- All right, - here, here, here, here.

- I ain't with that shit. - Hurry up.

- How much you got, Moy? - Hold up, homey.

- Moy. - Two bills.

- Two bills? - Are you fucking kidding me?

- It's all. - It'll let me take out.

- Nah, fuck that, nah.

- You fucking kidding me? - 200 fucking dollars?

- Are you fucking kidding me? - I swear, please.

- Please just don't hurt me. - That's fucking bullshit.

- Moy, grab the keys, - grab the wallet.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

- Hey, what are you doing? - I'ma call the cops.

- Fuck that shit. - Let's get the fuck out of here.

Fuck.

Fuck.

- Juanito, what happened?

- Oh, my God. - My God, Juanito!

- Oh, my God, what the fuck? - Mom!

- Where's Adriana? - What happened?

- What happened to your head? - Where's Andi?

- Oh, my God, go get a towel.

Go get a towel for his head.

- Where's Andi?

- Juan, what the...

Juan, what happened?

Where's Adriana?

- Wait, what? - Where's Adriana?

- You don't know. - Where she's at?

- No! - Fuck.

- Oh, my God,

what happened to your head?

What's going on?

Juan!

- Fuck!

- Hold on.

- Where you going?

- Juan! - Juan!

Juan, open the fucking door!

Juan!

- Juan, what happened? - Mom!

- Fuck.

- You got to tell me

what happened, mijo.

Where's Adriana?

- What happened? - Fuck.

- Open the door.

- Fuck. - Open the door.

- Yo, bro.

You fucking hear that shit

or what?

- What? - What?

The fucking knocking, bro.

Who the fuck is knocking

on your fucking door right now?

Fucking Moy.

Stupid fucking Moy.

Yo, who the fuck is it?

- You're hearing things, - stupid.

Ain't nobody out there.

- Piece of shit.

You set me up!

Damn!

That's the Juanito I remember...

Fucking ruthless,

not this chicken shit.

- Man, fuck you!

You tried to kill me.

No.

He did.

- Quit talking, man, - and pull the fucking trigger.

- Man, I had your back!

- Had my back?

I remember doing

hard fucking time,

caged like a dog,

while you got let out.

- Man, we both did time. - Don't give me that fucking shit.

- Time?

You were 16.

They fucking tried you

as a fucking minor.

That's a fucking

slap on the hand.

I was 17,

just a few months older,

and they tried me

as a fucking adult.

Because of you, motherfucker,

I lost years!

You got your fucking bitch,

your fucking son,

a fucking life.

- Like I said,

we both got caught up.

How the fuck was I supposed

to know how they tried us?

We were kids.

We were fucking kids.

We were fucking kids.

Thank you, Juanito.

- For what?

Had a lot of anger towards you.

I fucking hated you.

But I forgive you now.

Letting me use

your fucking whore-ass wife.

Yeah?

Helped me release

a lot of tension.

- Adriana.

Adriana.

Babe?

Babe?

I'm so sorry, baby.

- I got a family. - To take care of now.