Blood & Tears (1999) - full transcript
After serving nine years in prison for the revenge-murder of an opposing gang member, Dyno returns home. He is torn between his loyalty to his gang family and his loyalty to his wife and daughter.
Por vida... I've been down for years
Lifestyle, puro Blood And Tears
Mi vida, soy traficante
Surrounded by cuetes, tears and sangre.
Por vida...
I've been down for years
Lifestyle, puro Blood And Tears
Mi vida, soy traficante
Surrounded by cuetes, tears and sangre. I'm
the kind of vato that you hate to see at
a red light, you wanna fight or you wanna
see how bright?
My cuete sparks in the dark
it's time to die are you ready?
Hit the gas bro hold it steady
Aim that cuete chale, I'm getting out of my
ranfla and walking right up, dumping on a chavala
no love no heart is my moto. In 1999
I'm the craziest vato
Already dead did you hear me I don't
care
Any dirt you've done, I've already been there.
You can never stop a cholo on the prowl
my pano's low to my eyes,
covering my eyebrows. Have I shed more
blood or tears I don't know.
Am I destined to die at a concert show
if so then I go and tour in my pain
and I'll be the one to
blame it's all a game
Por vida, I've been down for years...
Lifestyle... Puro Blood And Tears
Mi vida, soy traficante
surrounded by cuetes, tears and sangre
Por vida, I've been down for years
Lifestyle... Puro Blood And Tears
Mi vida, soy traficante
surrounded by cuetes, tears and sangre
Now I'm the kind of vato that the hura's
looking at
always strike back, never looking back
who gone have my back, make your line flat
take you to a place that you can't
come back sometimes I trip on this shit
wonder why my jefita
raised me up in this shit
why gatos mad dog she I'm solo wonder why I got
more pleito with Mexicanos than fucking monos
Why I gotta spend most of my vida in prison
watch my back cuz I didn't
get a veteranos permission
took this vato out cuz he was trippin' tried to
get me at my house ese but he came up missin'
creeped up to his barrio dressed all black
homemade filero and a throwaway gat
big ass cop of bullets
break a vat's cara. Sin verguenza como nada
Por vida, I've been down for years
Lifestyle...
Puro Blood And Tears
Mi vida, soy traficante
surrounded by cuetes, tears and sangre
Por vida, I've been down for years
Lifestyle... Puro Blood And Tears Mi vida, soy
traficante surrounded by cuetes, tears and sangre
Nine years...
nine years behind these walls...
Nine years without my hyna. Nine years
without my familia.
And nine years without seeing
my little daughter grow up.
I can't believe this day is finally here.
I can't believe I've finally paid my debt.
At least in the law's
eyes I've paid my debt.
But you never know about
retaliation in the streets, bro.
Man, I've been here for so
long, I actually got used to it.
I'm actually kind of scared I'm leaving.
I just don't know what
to expect out there, man.
If my homeboys are expecting a
veterano, they ain't getting it.
'Cause all that matters now
is correcting my mistakes.
I can't go back to that life.
I have to make a better future for
my daughter, but at the same time
I can't just lose my respect like that.
I told my homeboys "por vida,"
but these nine years have been "por vida."
(rap song plays) "Por vida,
I've been down for years."
"Lifestyle..."
"puro Blood and Tears."
"Mi vida,"
"Soy traficante."
"Surrounded by cuetes,"
"Tears and sangre..." (rap beat continues)
She was the most beautiful thing
I had ever held in my arms.
Just knowing that she existed
got me through the nine years.
Your brother's getting
out of jail today, huh?
Yeah. I can't wait to see him.
Patricia and my niece are getting him right now. I'm starting
to get nervous. - What do you gotta be nervous about?
I'm the one who should be nervous.
Does he know about us?
Man, last time he seen us both. We were playing
Legos together. - What are you talking about?
He was your brother's best friend.
What do you think he was in there for?
He wouldn't have done that for nobody else.
- Man, I miss my brother.
I just hope he accepts us.
(whistling from afar)
Damn!
- Don't go over there.
- Don't worry. I'ma handle my business. Stay here, I'll be right back.
(birds chirping)
(kids yelling in park)
(kids continue playing and yelling)
What's up? What'chu want? - All I wanna
do is ask you some questions, pee-wee.
- The fuck you want? (cross talk) -Heard your
lady's punk-ass brother's getting out tonight.
First of all, he ain't no punk-ass. And if he
heard that shit he'd fuck both you guys up!
Second of all, my name ain't pee-wee.
It's Christo. So this is puro DRF aqui!
I don't care how old you guys are. Don't be
coming around my neighborhood and disrespecting
in front of my lady!
Man, fuck your lady and fuck her
brother tambien, eh! (gun shots)
(rap song plays) "It's
darkest when it rains."
"And when it rains it pours.
My heart is full
pain, my eyes are so damn sore.
The tears I shed are real."
"Man, sorrow's all I feel. I don't know
how to deal, your death is so surreal."
"When you passed away,
my life completely shattered."
"When you lose a loved one
nothing really matters."
I know you left this world,
but sometimes I think 'it can't be.'"
You meant so much to many,
they've all cried plenty."
I know that you're in heaven,
looking down from up above."
"In the arms of God,
know you're always loved."
"You'll never be forgotten. I know we'll meet again.
This jam is dedicated to your family and your friends."
"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust"
- What's up, man?
- What's up?
Where is everybody? Everybody left or what?
Yeah, man. I'm the last one here.
- So where's Tony at?
He took my sister and my lady home.
(sighs) I can't believe my homecoming, man. I thought
it was gonna be a party, holmes. Not no funeral...
What happened, eh..?
Man... you know who it was, man. It
was Borunda Street. - Borunda Street..?
Them vatos are still around?
Man, tell me exactly what happened, holmes.
I asked my sister, eh. She ain't talking.
(sighs) Man, Christo and your sister
were just kicking back at the park, man.
Them fools came up to them.
You know, starting trouble. - Yeah,
but for what, man? I don't understand.
Man, they started disrespecting your name, ya
know what I'm saying? In front of your sister...
Ya know, trying to punk Christo.
Christo didn't take their shit,
socked one of them in the mouth, and they blasted
him and took off running like cowards, man.
You're telling me Christo got
blasted for me? Because of me?
Nah, man. It's 'cause of what you did to their primo,
man. 'Cause of what you did to their primo Chico.
I guess they just waited, ya know,
till you got out to start some trouble.
I already paid for that nine years
ago for blasting that vato, man.
Chico blasted my camarada.
I blasted Chico, eh.
Capone and all his little chavalita
friends, holmes, all they wanna do is
earn some stripes.
You know what, eh..?
Let's meet up at your pad tonight.
Alright, bro.
So what were you and the vatos talking
about earlier? - Nothing. Just catching up.
So you think I'm stupid?
I'm from the barrio too.
I know that that they're planning
some kind of revenge and I know that
they look up to you, and they're
waiting for you to tell them what to do.
Look, I don't wanna start arguing already. I've only been out three days.
I'm just gonna go over there tonight just so I know what's going on.
For what? What are you trying to prove? You
said you didn't wanna live that life anymore.
Who said anything about proving anything?
I'm just gonna go see how they are.
I haven't seen them vatos in nine years.
- You haven't seen us in nine years and we're you familia!
- My homeboys are my familia too!
Patricia, you know that love you
and Angelica more than anything.
When Jose was dying, I made a promise to him that I'd take
care of Christo and not let him follow in our footsteps.
I've only been out for three
days and I've already failed!
You are not responsible for Christo's
death. You could not have prevented it.
Look, Christo took his own path.
He chose it!
He chose the clicka!
You don't understand, alright?
Jose was dying in my arms when I promised
him that I would take care of Christo!
I should've been there to protect him!
Look... I'm sorry, ok?
I didn't mean to yell at you.
I'm not mad at you. It's just not
what I expected when I got out.
You're not a gangster anymore.
You don't have to live that life.
I love you, but I can't do this again.
I'm gonna go through that again.
I've already paid my price.
I'm not going back. I'm not stupid.
I just gotta go and try to convince the
homeboys that none of this is worth it.
I gotta do it. For Jose and for Christo.
Look, I know that they're
all your homeboys,
but you guys all have hot heads right now...
I just don't want you to do anything stupid.
I don't want you to leave me without a man and
I don't want you to leave Angelica without
a father. When you were in prison,
you had a chance to get your life straight.
If you get involved in this bullshit
you're gonna get yourself killed.
Look, I'll be back in a couple
hours, alright?
I'm just gonna be at Torcido's.
Gimme a kiss, baby. I'll see you, ok? Before
you go to bed. I'll read you a story.
-Okay, daddy.
-I love you.
-I love you too.
Be careful, ok?
-Ok.
-I love you.
- Don't worry.
- Ok.
(sighs) Damn, man. I was beginning
to think you weren't gonna show up.
Ah, I was just getting some dinner, eh.
Couldn't just leave the house like that.
- Yeah, I understand.
So, was she giving you a lot of shit? - What do
you think, man? She just don't want me going back
to the pinta.
Eh, man, now that you're out, none of us want
you going back, though. You know what I mean?
Eh, uh, your sister, how is she taking it?
She's a wreck, man. All she could do was nod, eh, when I
asked her if it was those levas from Borrunda Street.
I know exactly who was, man.
It was that faggot Chepe and Neto...
Everything's been calm, man, for a long time.
Then they found out you were getting out.
- Yeah, but why they trippin' on me, man?
Why're they trippin' 'cause I left?
'Cause I got out?
I don't know, man, but all them
fucking putos are related, you know?
Neto, Capone, Chepe...
All them fuckers. You took out Chico, so they took it hella
personal. You know? Regardless of what happened to Jose.
They feel nine years wasn't enough.
That's what I figure, you know?
Fuckers want revenge...
- Christo, man...
Who pulled the trigger?
Does it matter, holmes?
- Fuck yeah, it matters!
- Sabes que? As far as i'm concerned.
They all pulled the fucking trigger, man.
Besides, you know Capone's behind the whole thing,
eh. He's the oldest and he's the one who was closest
to Chico.
Man, I don't care about Capone.
I don't care about Borrunda street. I just
wanna know the vato that pulled the trigger.
Word on the street is,
it was that faggot Neto.
But Chepe was with him,
you know what I'm saying? Like I said.
Neto, huh..? What the hell
was Chepe doing with him?
Little punk chavala. Last time I saw him
he was ten-years-old... sniffing paint,
writing on walls.
- Yeah, but them youngsters fucking
grow up, know what I mean? Motherfucker thinks he's
hard now, trying to earn some stripes and shit,
trying to make a name.
Earn stripes..?
Only thing that vato's gonna earn is some
valas... Who's got a cuete..?
- I got one, holmes... But you know what? You
don't gotta trip, man. Like you said earlier,
you don't wanna end up back in the pinta,
so you ain't gotta get involved, holmes.
Shit, I'll personally shoot that
puto in the face myself, man.
Look, holmes, Jose and Christo
were like my carnales...
Our fathers started DRF, bro.
You weren't there nine years ago, eh.
Jose died in my arms, man.
I made a promise to him that I
would always take care of Christo.
Yeah, man, but promises are hard to keep when you're locked down
like that, you know? Behind them walls there ain't shit you can do.
Homeboy meant a lot to me.
He meant a lot to all of us, eh.
You don't understand, eh. The day I got
out Christo died. He got killed, eh...
All because of me...
Now it's time for some payback.
Nah, chale, eh. This ain't about payback.
It's about honor.
- Orale, I feel you bro.
Whatever you wanna do,
shit, I'm down with it, man. You wanna
ride on these putos? Let's ride, man.
Let's ride.
-Orale
(cross talk)
Tell us again how it happened.
- Yeah, tell 'em, holmes.
Alright. Check it out. Me and Neto,
walking through the park, right?
Like Borrunda Street always does.
This little punk-ass pee wee starts acting up,
like he's big-shit or something... anyways,
little pee wee, starts disrespecting. Trying to
act like he got balls. Telling us we're in DRF
territory, and Neto was like "Fuck you,
punk, we're taking over your barrio."
- Yeah, man, all we're doing is going out there,
selling dope to punks in their own barrio.
- That's not what I heard.
- Yeah? So what'd you hear?
I heard Chepe got slapped in the mouth.
(girls laugh)
What..? Hell no, I didn't get slapped.
Think I'd let some... pussy slap me? Only slapping
there's gonna be is if you keep opening your fat mouth!
Damn, kick back.
I was just playing with you.
Yeah, so you wanna hear what really happened or what?
- Yeah, go on. -Well then, shut up and listen then!
(scoffs) Anyways...
this punk gets brave, right?
Tries to throw a punch.
Neto dodges it and beat his ass.
And then when we're leaving,
coward pulls out a filero and tries
to shank Neto from behind... so...
I pulled out my cuete.
(cocks gun) Shot that puto down.
-Yeah, man. The only reason we ran
is because his bitch was screaming so damn loud, we were
scared the pinche chota was gonna come. (Chepe laughs)
That's the crazy-ass story, eh.
- Hell yeah.
You vatos are crazy.
Crazy, huh..? You vatos think
was you did was crazy..?
All you did was let Dyno know
our clicka's got it out for him.
You think what you did earned
you some stripes..? Huh..?
Look, holmes. I don't give a damn
about some 18-year-old pee wee.
All I told you is that I want
Dyno's head on a platter.
And you couldn't even get that right.
So what? Do I gotta do everything myself?
He killed my primo. He killed your primo.
And all you vatos can do is sit here and brag to these
rucas about what kind of balls you got? Come on, holmes.
He wasn't just a pee wee, eh.
He was Jose's brother. Besides he was
talking crazy. What was I supposed to do?
Huh?
All I told you to do was
find out where Dyno was at.
Now we gotta let things calm
down before we could do anything.
Eh, Giggles... Go get me a beer, yeah..?
-Eh, get me one too, eh!
Eh..! You're out of beer!
You're out of beer! -So? -So go get some,
if you wanna get some. Me entiendes?
-Eh, um... what about them vatos from DRF?
(scoffs) What about 'em?
- What if they're out looking for us?
Oh, you're a big man at the park, but you're
afraid to go to the liquor store at night?
- Shit, I don't give a fuck.
I'll go to the liquor store, eh.
What do you guys want, eh? You guys want some
40s or what? -That'll be tight, holmes. -Yeah.
-Hook it up.
-Alright. Pase me el cuete, eh.
-Eh, Neto, be careful, alright?
- Yeah, simon, eh.
- Orale, holmes.
- I'll be back, eh. Alrato.
- Yup.
(rap song plays) "Making paper on you block, smoking
blunts of weed, serving fiends and soda rock"
"Steady dodging cops, livin' hot, nigga you not,
huh. Finna cut to desire, these hot boys on fire"
"Haha, haha, slow your roll, do what ya told. Gotta
gotta blaze these blunts about to roll some mo"
"The issue is my goals,
I'm so cold on these toes"
"All you playa hatas, hatin', play a
game I enroll. I silence popos and foes"
"I'm a soldier boy yeah I told ya, six figga
negro. All you bitches betta move over"
"Because in these triggas, me and my niggas, be crittas, casket
fillas, grave diggas from across da riva, you besta feel us"
"We killas for real, know da deal so
keep it real. we act lie big deals"
"For big bills we work a mill,
check out my sales, and peep my skills"
"I'm too real for you bitches, might just kill one of you
bitches, I'm throwin' stares on these bitches ugh..."
"Ball how ya ball, feel how ya
feel, chill how ya chill"
"Feel how ya feel, steal how ya steal"
"Talk how ya talk,
buck how ya buck nigga I don't give fuck"
"You can Ball how ya ball,
feel how ya feel, chill how ya chill"
"Kill how ya kill, steal how
steal, jump how ya jump"
"buck how ya buck nigga I don't give fuck"
"So what do you call a Balla, a nigga
with quarters or a nigga with keys"
"A nigga with dollars or a
nigga with these, my enemies"
"I knock 'em out like Charlie Hansen, or hold them all for
ransom, like I'm Charles Manson, this soldier's anthem"
"Got you dancing, bucking, gettin' wild, bitty bitty bow
bow bow bow, all you bitches trying to steal my style"
"How ya love me now, I got my finger on the tigger what,
leaving niggas straight floating in the riva bruh"
"With a shot off face bruh, nigga what? I guess
that buck betta catch that train, before you"
"Catch that cuh, you want that caine but you
can't maintain, nigga I don't give fuck"
"Put all these hoes in they place yo, pass
the snake and get the fuck out my face ho"
"You see me in my videos, when I was
bustin' all my lyrics up in stereo"
"I know you're saying who's
that nigga with the kill flow"
"It's that nigga Tre-8, but you don't
hear me though, you don't hear me though"
"Ball how ya ball, feel how ya
feel, chill how ya chill"
"Kill how ya kill, steal how
steal, jump how ya jump"
"buck how ya buck nigga I don't give fuck"
"You can Ball how ya ball,
feel how ya feel, chill how ya chill"
"Kill how ya kill, steal how
steal, jump how ya jump"
"buck how ya buck nigga I don't give fuck"
"Oh my God, Oh my God!"
"You didn't see nothing!"
"I'm not that nigga that
you try with a forty four"
"Niggas fasho, I be that nigga coming
real though, straight from that"
"Up in this bitch oh and that steel dog, a nigga
milks his verse and Pixie that's my real dogs"
"Oh B-Wanted boy and my nigga Roy,
see that story we that fireproof"
"Smoking' blunts,
gettin' drunk nigga that's all we do"
"Pop that trunk bring the funk"
"For what you wanna do, don't make me get
that ton especially in that China crew"
"We acts up don't get cool"
(rap song fades)
(knock on door) Hello, Dyno.
It's been a long time... Can we come in..?
- What's going on? -Hello, ma'am. I'm Detective Estrada.
This is Detective Fuhrman. -Just call me Mark.
- I know who you are.
What are you doing here?
We need to ask Dyno a few
questions, if we could.
The hell you guys want?
Look, man. I know you're mad
at me for nine years ago,
but I truly believe that
I was saving your life.
And I had a job to do.
Just like I'm doing my job now.
I need to ask you a few questions
about last night, that's all.
Look, holmes, I've been straight for nine years
already, eh. You didn't save me from nothing, man.
All you did was take me away from my family,
little daughter had to grow up without me.
You got no business here!
-Look, you fucking convict..!
-Man, why don't you watch your mouth, man?
I got a little girl in the other room! -That's all, Mark. Why
don't you go take a walk? I can handle this. (door closes hard)
What's up with that gavacho, man,
thinking he can come to my house, talk to me
like that? - He has a problem with gangbangers.
Oh? That was nine years ago. I don't
see any gangbangers in this house now.
27 years old now. - I need to know
exactly where you were last night.
I was here, with my lady and my daughter.
Are you lying to me?
- What are you accusing me of?
I'm not accusing you of anything.
It's kind of funny
that the day you get out of prison,
one of your young homies is gunned down.
And then last night,
one of the rival gang members
is found with his face
shot off in a liquor store.
Now, call me stupid, but it sounds like Jose and
Dyno are running the streets all over again.
Like I said, man. I was here with my lady
and my daughter... Is that all?
For now, Dyno... For now.
So what'd the convict have to say?
Well, he claims he was with his girl
his young daughter all night long.
Ah, he's full of shit, man.
Either he did it
or he knows who did it.
- Well...
we're back to square one. We're fucked,
and yelling at Dyno
isn't going to break him.
Yeah, but my billy club will.
- Funny, Fuhrman.
Real funny.
-Come on, man. Let's go get some donuts.
-Yeah.
I thought you said nothing
was gonna happen last night?
You promised me! You promised me!
- I don't wanna talk about it.
What were you thinking?
You've been out three days!
What, do you wanna go right back?
-Four.
-Four, what?
- Four days. You just said three. I've been out for four days.
- You know what? This is not a fucking joke,
Dyno! You're fucking with my life! You're fucking with our life! - Why
do you cuss so much, man? Is that the way you talk around here?
I don't want you raising my
daughter talking like that!
You know what? I raised her for
nine fucking years with you,
ok? Nine! So don't you dare
give me any shit about that.
-Look...
I didn't do nothing, ok? I went and talked
to the homeboy just like I told you.
Whatever they did is on them.
How can you sit there and lie to me to my face like that? - They
would've arrested me right now if I would've done anything.
Look...
I'm just really worried about you...
and I'm really worried about us.
And I don't want anything to come...
(whimpers)
between our family... again.
- Patricia...
Listen... I'm never gonna let
nothing get in-between me,
you, and my daughter again. I promise you.
I'm done with all this drama.
Finished.
-Are you guys fighting?
-Oh no, mija, no. You just woke up, baby?
-Yeah.
-I love you.
You want breakfast?
- Want breakfast?
Come on. Sit down.
- What do you guys want?
You want eggs?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-Ok.
(music starts)
(music fades)
Orale! What's up, Dyno? Come here, locote!
-What's up?
-What's up, holmes?
- Man, this vato right here's the craziest, carnal.
- I thought I told you not to talk about that.
Relax, holmes. We're all carnales here, eh.
Ain't no disrespect, holmes.
Eh, you can't keep talking about that shit though,
eh. If people at the park find out about that
we'll all be fucked.
-Orale.
-You know how these fuckers talk.
- So what's up, man? What's on your mind?
- Man, we gotta keep this on the low down.
Detectives came over my house this morning, man. Asking
me all kinds of questions. -Oh yeah? -What? -Like that..?
Patricia got all on my case. She doesn't even know
nothing about this, man, and I don't want her to know.
So what the fuck'd the pigs ask you, man?
They were asking me all kinds of
questions, eh... Estrada, man. Remember
that vato that busted me nine years ago?
Came with some new gavacho, eh. Talking all kinds of masa to
me. Call me a convict in my own house. (scoffs) -Convict?
- Fuck Estrada, dude. That dude's a
fucking bitch! I hate that punk-ass pig.
Nah, he's, he's alright, eh.
He's just on the wrong side... Anyways, eh.
He starts asking me where I was last night. Started telling me
about some vato that got his face blow off in a liquor store.
(laughs)
Orale.
I mean, of course I
denied knowing anything.
But... He's gonna be back.
Man, fuck that shit, ese.
That punk was only the beginning, holmes
We're gonna rid our whole town of them
fools, man. Fuck Borrunda Street, eh.
What are you talking about, eh?
My business is done, eh.
I'm finished. Aqui para.
You think I care about Borrunda Street?
All I care about... is my familia.
That vato that killed Christo, is history.
He's gone. I kept my promise to Jose.
That's it.
So what the fuck you wanna do now?
Just kick back, eh. It's a firme day.
Kick back with the homeboys.
Catch up on nine years. Take care
of my family. - Orale, carnal.
- Sounds firme.
- Hand me a beer, holmes.
(music starts)
-Let me break this fool, real quick, man.
(cross talk, music fades)
(sighs)
See what you started?
I told you how he was.
He's all about payback.
We took out Jose...
they took out Chico.
Nine years later,
You take out one of his pee wees...
now they kill Neto...
I can't believe this shit, man.
I wanna kill that hijo de puta so bad I can
taste it. - So what do you wanna do, man?
-If that's the game they wanna play...
we can play with 'em a little.
We'll take out his homeboys.
The ones that are closest to him.
When they come back for retaliation,
we'll be waiting on 'em.
It'll be one big mousetrap.
What about the cops, ese?
You know they'll be watching us.
Much I don't give a damn
I know... I don't give a damn. Been
waiting nine years to pay this puto back.
I'll be damned if I let this shit ride now.
- His homeboy, Tony... He's always at the park
selling weed. That bitch Giggles
always buys twenties from him.
- We can't hit him up at the park, ese.
There's too many fools around.
If we're blasting him there. Everybody's gonna
hear us. - So we shank that motherfucker...
About seven or eight times.
I'll stab him till the blade snaps.
I don't give a fuck.
That's how I handled myself in Y.A.
You're sure he's always at the park?
- Hell yeah.
Especially today. It's the first.
- He doesn't know who you are?
Nah, man. I just moved to the neighborhood.
They don't even know me.
What do you think, Chepe..?
Sounds good to me, ese.
Salva can buy the weed,
I come up behind him, just let him have it.
- Make sure nobody sees you, eh.
I don't even wanna start trippin'
with theses pigs right now.
Don't even trip, bro.
He doesn't sell weed out in the open.
He's always in the cuts.
- Orale, carnal.
Handle that shit.
(somber music plays)
Alright... OK...
Fuck!
Man, no judge in the county is gonna give
us a search warrant. We can't arrest him...
We can't search his house...
They won't even give us extra manpower...
to track down he and
his gangbanger friends.
So what the fuck do they expect us to do..?
Look, first of all, he hasn't broken any laws.
We have nothing on him.
The only mistake he made
was nine years ago...
and I really think he's learned his
lesson... the only problem he has
is those gangbanger friends
keep trying to suck him in.
Our best bet is to keep an ey
on those DRF boys.
We gotta put a stop to this
before someone either gets hurt or killed. - Yeah, I don't
really understand why they're all killing each other
if they're all Hispanic.
First of all, partner,
they're not "Hispanic" they're chicano.
They've been fighting for generations
and you can't even begin to understand.
Some these kids grew up
in an unstable family with no money,
and the only people they had were each
other. it's not uncommon to see sons,
fathers and even grandfather's
who had belonged to the same gang.
Man, you sound like one of them.
- Yeah, that's because I was.
But I grew up and now I'm a cop...
and if I can make it out,
so can some of these kids.
They gotta learn that guns, drugs
and even homeboys aren't the way to live.
They've gotta be able to leave
their neighborhood
and see that they're there's a
better world outside for them.
- Yeah, I don't know. Regardless of their
environment, they should know better.
You know what? My parents raised me to be a
straight arrow. Ya know? And look at me now.
I got a good job, I'm an honest citizen...
and you know, I've never
been in trouble with the law.
You're pretty lucky to
have a family like that.
Some of these kids only
had a single mother,
who worked her ass off
in order to feed them.
They tried to raise 'em
right, but sometimes
situations just got in the way...
- Yeah, whatever you say, Estrada.
You know, every person makes his
choices and he's got to deal with
the consequences,
but you know regardless of our opinions
of these kids, they're still out there
killing people and we gotta stop it.
So what do you wanna do now? I think
we should go have a conversation with
the other gang.
Ah, you mean the boys from Borrunda Street.
-Yeah. Capone Gonzalez.
(music fades)
What's up, man? Do I know you?
Nah, bro. I kick it with that girl Giggles. She said
you got some bomb ass weed. I wanna get a quarter "O."
Giggles, huh? What barrio you from, holmes?
Nah, bro. I don't bang. I'm a hustler. I'm just
trying to make some money and smoke some weed.
-Fuck! Ahh! Motherfucker!
(rap song starts) "First off,
rest in peace to my homie Felipe,"
"I got a little somethin' to
say, so why don'tcha peep it?"
"Deep shit, like this, don't happen ev-er-y day, and
true friends like you are really hard to find, eh..."
"But this is my way of lettin' you know..."
(song fades)
(loud knock on door)
Go get the door.
-You go get it.
(another loud knock)
Oh shit, it's the cops.
Hurry up and get upstairs.
Ah, what do you want, Estrada?
- We have a few questions to ask you.
May we come in?
-Like I have a choice. Come in.
-Thank you.
So what's this about?
- Well, I assume you've heard of your old
friend Dyno being released from prison
a few days ago.
Oh yeah..? What's that got to do with me?
Well, I also assume that you've heard of
the two homicides between Borrunda Street
and DRF. - Like I said,
what's that got to do with me?
- Look, man! Cut the bullshit! We know that
Borrunda Street is involved with the murder
of Christo Lopez. - Look, I don't
have nothing to do with street gangs.
I'm tool old for that.
You're wasting your time,
you're wasting my time. Why don't you
guys go chase some real gang members?
- Look, you son of a bitch! The only
reason why you're not in cuffs right now
is because we don't have enough evidence on you
yet. - Why do you always have to play these
games, Capone?
You know, that I know, that you're
the "mero mero" of Borrunda Street.
Nothing happens without your say so.
- Look, officer,
I'm an honest citizen. I don't appreciate you
guys coming here calling me a gang member,
or a gang-leader,
just because I live in a bad neighborhood.
- Why do you keep acting stupid like that?
Don't you know there's been two homicides
in four days?
You're gonna have to talk to us sometime...
say anything.
How many people must die
before this thing ends?
How many..?
(scoffs)
-You think it's funny?
You think it's a joke..?
- Look, I know my rights
okay? I don't have to tell you shit. So,
unless I'm under arrest, you can get out.
(pager goes off)
Damn! Can I use your phone,
real quick..?
What'cha got..?
Where..?
When..?
Were there any witnesses..?
Alright, we'll be right there.
Damn! Mark,
there was a homicide in the park.
Tony Legrand. We gotta go.
And let me tell you something you piece of trash.
When I find out you were involved with the murders
I'm gonna nail your ass
to the fucking wall!
You hear me?
-Whatever. Get the fuck out.
-You hear me?
-Fuck out.
(door slams)
Fucking pigs.
I love you.
Huh..? Why'd you say that?
What? You're not gonna say it back?
(scoffs)
-You know I love you...
but I mean, why now?
I'm just happy.
I haven't been this happy in nine years.
I haven't been this happy either...
You know that job your dad offered me?
- Mm-hmm.
- I'm gonna take it.
This barrio's gonna drive me crazy if I stay
here. - You know, when you were locked up
I used to jump in the car and drive
to the hills and look at all those
big white houses, white picket fences, and
green grass... and the kids playing in the yard...
and I used to just sit there and imagine that we
live there.
I just want Angelica to have a different childhood
than we had. I want her to have a happy
childhood and these last nine years
have not been happy.
- I'm happy, mommy.
-I know you are, mija.
- You know... I'm gonna get us out of here.
No matter what.
- When..? We don't have to move into a big
house, I just wanna get off this street.
If I can start that job
Monday, in one month,
I could have the deposit... and with your
check, you can pay the first month's rent.
And we can do it... together!
- I hope so, babe.
What about your homeboys?
- My homeboys will always be my homeboys,
but you're my responsibility...
both of you mean everything to me,
I don't care about nothing else.
I just don't know what I would do
without you.
(knock on door)
Oh... Come in!
(door opens and closes)
Hey, Torcido.
-Hey, how's it going?
You want something to drink? - Nah, I
just need to borrow your man for a second.
What's up, eh?
- I need to talk to you outside, just for
like a minute. I'll be right outside, ok..?
What's going on, bro? - They found Tony shanked to
death at the park this morning... Nobody saw nothing.
What..? Who, Borrunda Street..? - Borrunda
Street or some fucking dopefied, man...
but my money's on first.
- Man, it's gotta be those punks, eh.
After what we did to that vato the other night... How the hell
are we gonna retaliate, man? There's probably pigs all over
the place.
- Shit, man, that fucking sellout motherfucker
Estrada, man, was walking around questioning
everybody, man.
Grilled me for fucking half an hour.
- Did they arrest anybody?
Nah, man. I'm telling you there were no
witnesses.. but you and I both know who did it.
I can't believe all this crap in four days,
man. What the hell's Capone's problem, eh?
Starting a gang war, man...
nine years later...
I managed to move on.
I lost my homeboy nine years ago.
Look, man. I don't know about
you, I mean, I know
you got your family to worry about and all that shit, but
me and the homeboys are getting together tomorrow morning
at my pad and doing something about it.
Simon, eh. I'm in, eh.
I'm down. Just wait for me, eh. Get the homeboys
there and I'll be there. - Alright, man.
Are you sure nobody saw you at the park?
- Yeah, ese. I'm positive.
We caught him by surprise.
Eh, you should've seen the face he made,
man. That shit was funny. (laughter)
I don't care about his face, holmes. All I care about is that
nobody saw you two there. Ya know, the cops came by here earlier.
I don't need that kinda heat right now.
For all you know they're watching us.
-Man, you're being paranoid.
- Am I talking to you, pendejo?
- He was by himself, in the cuts.
Nobody was there. Nobody saw us.
- You're the one that got us in this mess
in the first place.
If you would've killed Dyno, like I told
you, everything would be cool right now.
So tomorrow you you're so fucking her right now. So shut
your mouth... And you, you're so fucking high right now,
you probably stabbed the wrong vato.
This ain't a game, carnal.
You need to lay off that mota, man.
- No disrespect,
but you don't have to come at me like that. I get
high, but I handle my business. - Yeah, look,
everything's fucked, man. The pigs are on to us and Dyno
knows we're after him now. If we make the wrong move,
it's over. I can't get another strike, ese.
Or I'll go in
for life. They already know we're behind
it all, so we gotta keep our cover cool,
you know?
-I feel you, man.
-You feel that?
-So what are we gonna do now?
I mean, Dyno's gonna be after us, right?
We gotta hit him.
We gotta hit him hard, ese. That ruca Giggles, she's gonna
find out where that fool Dyno lives. - Good, holmes.
That's real good. That way we could
finish this vato once and for all.
I won't rest until Dyno's a memory.
Here's the coroner's report.
-So, what'd he say?
-Nothing... no signs of
a struggle. Multiple stab wounds to
the lower chest. No murder weapon,
no witnesses. Nothing. Just like the
other two. - Well, we know all three
are gang-related. We have no evidence.
It must've been somebody they
trusted. Somebody that wasn't threatening to
them. - Oh, so you think that maybe it could
be their own gang? Dyno?
Dyno..? Nah...
have you read his prison file?
He's been straight for nine years.
I don't think he wants to
get back into that life.
Especially after seeing his young daughter.
- Look man, I'm just not convinced.
I think both these guys are
involved with all three murders.
I don't know.
They're just playing God and
we're just cleaning up the mess.
Look, there's gotta be a witness somewhere.
He had priors for sales
and we found baggies of
weed on him. There's gotta be some
pot-head out there willing to talk.
I don't know, man. We've already
questioned everybody on the scene.
So? We question them again.
We don't wanna gang war on our hands.
It seems like it's already too late for
that. - We need to bring in every snitch,
every dopefiend in the city. We grill 'em,
frame 'em into talking.
Do whatever it takes
What about Dyno's girl?
Why don't we bring her in?
Dyno's girl? You got to be crazy.
She's been a working mother for
the past nine years Dyno's been in.
She's straight as an arrow...
and if I know her like I think I know her,
she's making sure Dyno keeps straight. - Yeah,
but what about Capone? What girls does
he hang out with?
There's gotta be a
neighborhood slut or something.
- Hmm, I guess we'll just have to find out who.
- We gotta do a stakeout.
-Stakeout.
What the fuck, man?
Where the fuck have you been?
Relax, man. Had to make up a good excuse.
She's all trippin'
and stressin' on me. - Eh, man. You ain't ever
gonna guess what the fuck we just found out, fool.
-What?
-Tell him, Castro.
-It wasn't Neto, man.
It was fucking Chepe. Now he's running
around talking all kinds of loud shit...
Telling everybody, fucking it was him.
Even told some bitches, dude.
Now these bitches are running around.
They told my cousin, told me
Now he's talking all kinds of shit, like WE
started it, saying he stabbed Tony 'cause of
Neto's death.
Fuck that punk, dude.
(scoffs) So it was Chepe..?
-Yeah.
-Punk, man.
Should've killed all them
vatos the other night.
(sighs)
Now we gotta kill Chepe, before I'm out.
-Check it out, man.
I know where this motherfucker Capone lives
at, eh. I think we should go there right now,
kill that motherfucker before he gets us.
- Yeah, man,
as much as I'd love to do that right now, we can't. Man,
you know Estrada is all over us, man. He's watching us.
Everything we do, man.
We can't. I'm not going back, eh.
No matter what.
Well, maybe we can get some other
hood to kill that motherfucker for us.
You crazy? Can't trust nobody...
fucking... who you gonna trust..? - Hey,
wait a second, man. That's a firme idea, eh.
I know exactly who... -Who? This black homeboy. He
was in the pinta with me. That vato owes me a favor.
- Yeah? What kind of favor?
- It's a long story, eh, but... that vato owes me
his life...
Paroled about a month before me.
I got his numbers, address, everything, eh. Get a hold of
him. - Yeah, but is he down, though? Ya know what I mean?
Can he do the job, ya know? Is he gonna punk out or some
shit? - That fool's crazy, man. He's a shooter for set.
Fool did seven years just 'cause
some dude slapped his sister.
Attempted murder. Hell yeah, that fool's crazy. He'll do
it for fun. Matter of fact, he'll do it just to get even.
So he don't owe me nothing. He hates
owing people. - So, that's the plan, huh?
Yeah. Hell yeah...
You still got that throw-away cuete?
Yeah, it's at my girls house,
man. I gotta get it. - Alright.
Check it out, eh. Go ahead and get that.
I'ma go to a pay phone and call him up, eh.
I'ma set the whole meeting up. I don't
want to do it. It's too hot for me.
So just... wait for my call.
-Alright, man.
(cross talk)
Hello..? Is Wyno there..?
Eh... it's me, Dyno, eh. What's up, man..?
Yeah, simon, eh. I finally got out...
Anyways, let me get to the point, eh.
Yeah. Yeah. Remember that
big favor you owe me? Yeah.
I'm calling to collect.
I need a big favor, eh...
Nah, nah. I don't want to talk
about it on the phone, eh.
I need you to meet one of
my good homeboys today, man.
He'll tell you about everything, eh. Tell you
about all the details. I can't do it... Nah...
I'm too hot right now, eh... Anyways, eh...
His name's Torcido... Yeah, he could pick
you up at your pad in about an hour...
What's the address... Yeah...
Yeah, I know where that is, eh... Yeah.
Alright... Got it... Alright, holmes...
Later.
(ominous music starts)
(car engine revs, music fades)
Alright, here's the plan...
There's this faggot names Chepe.
He's from Borrunda Street. Lives in that
white House over there.
- Yeah, I know that tweakin' ass nigga.
I sell that fool crank all the time.
That nigga still owe me money.
That's great. Shut up and listen.
I want you to go over there.
You shoot him. Make sure he's dead.
Grab the gun.
Dump it and just keep your mouth shut... (scoffs) -Man... -and don't
be doing nothing retard like throwing the gun out the window.
(scoffs) What'chu think I am?
Some type of little thug or something?
Nigga, I just got out the pen! - Look, I don't
give a fuck if you just got back from hell.
I'm telling you what Dyno told me to tell you... Now,
you sell crank to this faggot, you know what he
looks like,
so...
-Yeah, nigga. I already told you.
-Alright, man...
(pistol clicks) I want you to empty
this entire clip on that motherfucker.
For sure. I live for this type of shit.
And you know, wear some motherfucking gloves,
man. I don't want this shit coming back to me.
(scoffs)
Man, you lucky I owe Dyno this favor.
(Scoffs)
-Whatever, tough-guy.
(engine starts)
(car is put in gear)
(ominous music plays)
(music fades)
Eh, did you hook up with Wyno today? - Yeah, he's gonna
handle it... but I don't really like that fool, man.
Why, man? He's hella cool. - He's got a big mouth,
man. Kept talking all that shit about how crazy
he was and how hard he is and...
Just got on my nerves, man. I wanted to shoot that motherfucker
myself. (scoffs) -He's hella cool, man. We did time
together, eh.
That vato's down to do anything.
- Whatever, man it's done.
So, Chepe should be dead by nightfall.
- Still wish I was was the one
that would've done it, man. -Hey guys, what's going on? -Oh, damn. Just
wanted to see if you guys wanted to go to a little get-together tonight.
You know, a little party. -No, but I told him we're
just gonna kick back here tonight. -Alright.
You guys can come inside, but be quiet
'cause Angelica's taking a nap. - Uh, well,
we were just heading out right now
anyway, so... - Alright, bye.
- See ya.
- Bye.
-Eh, man, you got a cuete in the pad?
- Nah, I don't got nothing, eh.
- Eh man, you should be careful though, know what I mean?
Gotta have something. - Can't have
nothing in the house, man. I'm on parole.
Will you shut that door, man?
I'd still feel better if you had something around the pad.
You know what I mean? For your own protection and shit.
Got your daughter, your old lady.
Never know
what these fools might do. Know what I mean? - He's
right, man. Better to be caught with than without.
Take it, holmes... Stash it...
It's better, ya know?
Just give me a call, man.
Just let me know whatever happens.
-Alright, man. We're out.
(ominous rap beat starts)
"Let me start shit off by saying
it's Northside till I die..."
"So recognize you get
chastised by my two 4-5s.."
"When you hear that click-clack, you better
get back before you feel the boom..."
"Comin' up out of that..."
(music slowly fades)
Alright, ese...
I'll be there in ten minutes...
Later.
(hangs up phone)
(ominous rap songs fades back in)
(engine revs, B.A.R.T.
train running overhead)
"Better have ya mask on, nigga, don't let 'em see ya
face..." (music slowly fades) Eh... 'sup, nigga..?
- Wyno... eh, I ain't got no time to talk right now, ese.
- Eh, what's up with that money you owe me?
Ah, shit, holmes.
I got bigger problems that that right now.
- Yeah, you do.
(gun shot)
(engine revs, music fades back in)
(car speeds off)
(music fades)
Man, I ain't kill nobody, man. You ain't got
shit on me. - We got enough to hold you.
- Hold me for what?
- We have eyewitness that place you,
and an unidentified
suspect and your vehicle,
within an hour the murder...
and we know you belong to
DRF. -So fucking what? -Hey, man. Do you recognize
this gun? We just found it three blocks from
the murder scene.
- Nah, man. I don't shoot guns.
Too dangerous.
We have the murder weapon. All we're
waiting for now is the bullet case
prints...
and when they come in, it's over.
So you better start talking to us now.
Was Dyno with you in the car..? (scoffs) You gotta
be stupid as fuck, man, trying to pull some bullshit
like this on me.
The fuck you think I am? Some kind of pee wee or
something? You ain't got shit on me but suspicion, man.
(scoffs)
I don't gotta tell you shit
and I ain't gonna tell you shit. So go fuck
yourself, pig. - Look, you fucking scumbag..!
- Who's the other guy? Was it Dyno? Who the
fuck's this peckerwood think he's scaring, man?
You need to get the fucking
grand dragon off me.
That's enough, Mark.
- Piece of shit.
- Don't play dumb with me... The bottom line is
that I'm the only friend you got...
so you better start talking to me now.
All we gotta do is scare
Dyno just a little bit...
and he'll roll over on you... 'cause he
doesn't want to do another nine years.
(scoffs) Just give me my fucking
phone call you fucking coconut.
Now what's that supposed to mean?
You're just another sellout, man...
brown on the outside, white on the inside.
Man, holmes. Fuck the pigs! I'ma kill
that motherfucker tomorrow. Dyno,
his ass is as good as dead...
- What makes you so sure it was Dyno?
When I talked to Chepe's neighbor's they said it was a
mayate. - Man, fuck that, holmes. He's dying anyway, ese.
Giggles, you got that address, right?
Yeah, I got it.
-He lives on Elmwood.
-Elmwood?
- Here it is.
- So you wanna hit him up, tonight?
Nah, chale, holmes. We'll hit him up in
the morning when he least expects it.
I got something for that
vato with his name on it.
(pistol cocks)
'Sup, bro..?
(clears throat)
Just wanna let you know that, uh,
these rat-head pigs are trying to
pin some bullshit case on me...
Yeah, I'm in the office right now...
Yeah, like five feet from me,
actually like two feet from me... Nah,
I don't think so, but you never know... Man, some
fucking faggot got blasted on Borrunda Street.
They're placing me at the scene. Some
bullshit like an hour between the murder...
Yeah, they got some murder weapon and shit.
They're waiting for prints to come back from the
casing, but I know they're just fucking with me...
Yeah, I already know that shit, man...
Yeah, I told them what I know.
I know nothing...
Yeah, I've been trying,
man, but it ain't working...
Yeah, constantly, but they ain't hearing
what I'm saying, that I don't know shit...
I don't know what the fuck
they're talking about...
Yeah, alright, bro. I'll talk to you
later, man... Yeah... alright.
- Alright, let's get started again. Where
were you at two o'clock this afternoon?
Man, I was fucking Fuhrman's wife...
and I liked it.
- Look, you son of a bitch! The only fucking
you're gonna get is by the niggers in jail!
Let's go!
(tv noise in the background)
'Sup, Dyno...
Did I wake you..?
Cool... right, right...
Hey, I was just calling 'cause I heard
Torcido got arrested, eh... yeah, yeah...
So what's up, eh? What are we gonna do..?
Alright...
Yeah, an hour sounds cool, eh...
Cool. Perfect.
Alright, I'll be ready by then...
Shoot by there... Alright, later.
Where's the coffee..?
- I got something better than coffee.
-Oh yeah?
Yeah. I got witnesses.
-Where..?
(slight laughter)
(ominous rap song starts) "For thou art my rock
and my fortress. Therefore for thy namesake"
"lead me and guide me. Pull me out
of the net that they have laid"
"privily for me. For thou art my strength"
"I will be glad to rejoice in thy
mercy, for thou hast considered my"
"trouble and has not shut me
up into the hand of my enemy"
"for my life has spent with
grief and my years with sighing"
"if my strength fails I
am forgotten as a deadman"
"out of mind"
"for I have heard the slander
of many while they took"
"counsel together against me, they devise to
take away my life. my times are in my hand"
"deliver me from the hands of
"my enemies from them that persecute me."
"Simon, close your eyes, I'm the one that you see. And
right before it happens, I wished it was a dream."
"Pero la vida loca always has a crazy twist to the
game. It's all the same. I don't care who you blame."
"Blood runs through my hands in
the moonlight, God forgive me."
"As I walk in the valley
of death for all eternity."
"The hurt is too much to bare so I tighten my fists.
I scream to the sky, I'm in the midst of madness."
"I'm locote, thought you knew."
"Far from being your every day fool."
"Bullets fly with your destiny as they burn the sky,
but in the end you die as she cries asking why"
"does it have to be like this?
With all of this death."
"And pintas and cuetes and pounds of meth."
"There's shackles on my feet, I can't breathe in myself.
I'm feeling every emotion with no one to tell."
"Do you really wanna be with me?"
"Babydoll come stand by me, and I will
let you see the things that I see..."
"That I see..."
"Me dices si me amas a mi..."
"Mija me dices que si..."
"Yo te dejo ver mi vida..."
"Her soul is gone. I think I see it fly."
"I tried to live right. God knows that I've
tried, but the pinta made me a monster,"
"bro. I can't function.
Everything's falling like dominoes."
"All around me as the tears fall from my
daughter's eyes. I try to dry them as"
"the sangre dries. In the end of
time, I want an answer for my vida,"
"but I know deep inside I
will never have my freedom."
"Locked down to my barrio, hasta la muerte,
and cursed every day to carry this cuete."
"And murder for my block, my
respect, my corazon..." (song fades)
I just wanna tell him
that we have a witness.
We just gotta put a stop to all of this. - Man, I don't know
why you're worried about Dyno. We should just go arrest
Capone.
I just feel... that I gotta do it.
(ominous rap song fades back in)
"And execute a vato and bury him alone,"
"in the fields of the valle, and don't
even stare. I know it ain't fair."
"Don't ask if I care. I lost everything
I love, now I'm pushed to the edge."
"I hear the screams, crying for revenge."
"Do you really wanna be with me..?"
"Babydoll come stand by me... and I'll
let you see the things that I see..."
"that I see..."
"Me dices si me amas a mi..."
"Mija me dices que si..."
"Yo te dejo ver mi vida..."
"You can't stop a determined vato, ese."
"It's 187 for anybody that causes muerte.
And causes pain, my tears turn to hate."
"No love, no remorse, no thoughts about my own fate. The bullets
snap into position as I'm hittin' corners, tires screeching,"
"I see the destiny that I'm reaching.
I say a prayer"
"for the dead, my cross is swings from my neck. It's
about love and honor, heartbreaks and respect."
"A million things on my mind,
I lost control of my senses."
"You can't see my soul through my
lentes, different gentes,"
"live different in this world, but one
thing we all feel is when the bullets hurl"
"I'll die for what I believe
if it makes things change."
(gun shots) "Some day I'll switch
from balas to standing on stage."
"I shall fear no evil in
this maze that I'm in."
"and know some day I will reach the end."
"Do you really wanna be with me..?
Babydoll, come stand by me..."
"And I will let you see the
the things that I see..."
"That I see..."
"Me dices se me amas a mi..."
"Mija me dices que si..."
"Yo te dejo ver...
"mi vida..."
(music continues)
(music slowly fades, engine revs)
Man, you killed my Patricia!
-What the fuck you talking about, ese..?
You just killed everything in my world, homeboy. (cocks
pistol) -I swear to God, holmes, I didn't do shit, eh!
I didn't do shit! -Put it down, Dyno! We got enough on
him! -No! I can't, holmes! He killed everything I got!
Put it down, Dyno! You don't wanna go back!
I promise, we'll put him away for life!
Man, I don't even care, man! I don't care!
- Dyno..! Don't..!
- Don't do it, man!
- Don't do it..! Dyno..!
- You don't wanna go back in..!
We'll put him away for life..!
- Don't do it, man!
We got a witness, man. Come on!
I can't, man...
-Put it down, Dyno...
-Come on, man...
I can't, man...
I can't... I can't!
(gun shot)
(gun shots)
(slow gangster rap song starts)
Lifestyle, puro Blood And Tears
Mi vida, soy traficante
Surrounded by cuetes, tears and sangre.
Por vida...
I've been down for years
Lifestyle, puro Blood And Tears
Mi vida, soy traficante
Surrounded by cuetes, tears and sangre. I'm
the kind of vato that you hate to see at
a red light, you wanna fight or you wanna
see how bright?
My cuete sparks in the dark
it's time to die are you ready?
Hit the gas bro hold it steady
Aim that cuete chale, I'm getting out of my
ranfla and walking right up, dumping on a chavala
no love no heart is my moto. In 1999
I'm the craziest vato
Already dead did you hear me I don't
care
Any dirt you've done, I've already been there.
You can never stop a cholo on the prowl
my pano's low to my eyes,
covering my eyebrows. Have I shed more
blood or tears I don't know.
Am I destined to die at a concert show
if so then I go and tour in my pain
and I'll be the one to
blame it's all a game
Por vida, I've been down for years...
Lifestyle... Puro Blood And Tears
Mi vida, soy traficante
surrounded by cuetes, tears and sangre
Por vida, I've been down for years
Lifestyle... Puro Blood And Tears
Mi vida, soy traficante
surrounded by cuetes, tears and sangre
Now I'm the kind of vato that the hura's
looking at
always strike back, never looking back
who gone have my back, make your line flat
take you to a place that you can't
come back sometimes I trip on this shit
wonder why my jefita
raised me up in this shit
why gatos mad dog she I'm solo wonder why I got
more pleito with Mexicanos than fucking monos
Why I gotta spend most of my vida in prison
watch my back cuz I didn't
get a veteranos permission
took this vato out cuz he was trippin' tried to
get me at my house ese but he came up missin'
creeped up to his barrio dressed all black
homemade filero and a throwaway gat
big ass cop of bullets
break a vat's cara. Sin verguenza como nada
Por vida, I've been down for years
Lifestyle...
Puro Blood And Tears
Mi vida, soy traficante
surrounded by cuetes, tears and sangre
Por vida, I've been down for years
Lifestyle... Puro Blood And Tears Mi vida, soy
traficante surrounded by cuetes, tears and sangre
Nine years...
nine years behind these walls...
Nine years without my hyna. Nine years
without my familia.
And nine years without seeing
my little daughter grow up.
I can't believe this day is finally here.
I can't believe I've finally paid my debt.
At least in the law's
eyes I've paid my debt.
But you never know about
retaliation in the streets, bro.
Man, I've been here for so
long, I actually got used to it.
I'm actually kind of scared I'm leaving.
I just don't know what
to expect out there, man.
If my homeboys are expecting a
veterano, they ain't getting it.
'Cause all that matters now
is correcting my mistakes.
I can't go back to that life.
I have to make a better future for
my daughter, but at the same time
I can't just lose my respect like that.
I told my homeboys "por vida,"
but these nine years have been "por vida."
(rap song plays) "Por vida,
I've been down for years."
"Lifestyle..."
"puro Blood and Tears."
"Mi vida,"
"Soy traficante."
"Surrounded by cuetes,"
"Tears and sangre..." (rap beat continues)
She was the most beautiful thing
I had ever held in my arms.
Just knowing that she existed
got me through the nine years.
Your brother's getting
out of jail today, huh?
Yeah. I can't wait to see him.
Patricia and my niece are getting him right now. I'm starting
to get nervous. - What do you gotta be nervous about?
I'm the one who should be nervous.
Does he know about us?
Man, last time he seen us both. We were playing
Legos together. - What are you talking about?
He was your brother's best friend.
What do you think he was in there for?
He wouldn't have done that for nobody else.
- Man, I miss my brother.
I just hope he accepts us.
(whistling from afar)
Damn!
- Don't go over there.
- Don't worry. I'ma handle my business. Stay here, I'll be right back.
(birds chirping)
(kids yelling in park)
(kids continue playing and yelling)
What's up? What'chu want? - All I wanna
do is ask you some questions, pee-wee.
- The fuck you want? (cross talk) -Heard your
lady's punk-ass brother's getting out tonight.
First of all, he ain't no punk-ass. And if he
heard that shit he'd fuck both you guys up!
Second of all, my name ain't pee-wee.
It's Christo. So this is puro DRF aqui!
I don't care how old you guys are. Don't be
coming around my neighborhood and disrespecting
in front of my lady!
Man, fuck your lady and fuck her
brother tambien, eh! (gun shots)
(rap song plays) "It's
darkest when it rains."
"And when it rains it pours.
My heart is full
pain, my eyes are so damn sore.
The tears I shed are real."
"Man, sorrow's all I feel. I don't know
how to deal, your death is so surreal."
"When you passed away,
my life completely shattered."
"When you lose a loved one
nothing really matters."
I know you left this world,
but sometimes I think 'it can't be.'"
You meant so much to many,
they've all cried plenty."
I know that you're in heaven,
looking down from up above."
"In the arms of God,
know you're always loved."
"You'll never be forgotten. I know we'll meet again.
This jam is dedicated to your family and your friends."
"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust"
- What's up, man?
- What's up?
Where is everybody? Everybody left or what?
Yeah, man. I'm the last one here.
- So where's Tony at?
He took my sister and my lady home.
(sighs) I can't believe my homecoming, man. I thought
it was gonna be a party, holmes. Not no funeral...
What happened, eh..?
Man... you know who it was, man. It
was Borunda Street. - Borunda Street..?
Them vatos are still around?
Man, tell me exactly what happened, holmes.
I asked my sister, eh. She ain't talking.
(sighs) Man, Christo and your sister
were just kicking back at the park, man.
Them fools came up to them.
You know, starting trouble. - Yeah,
but for what, man? I don't understand.
Man, they started disrespecting your name, ya
know what I'm saying? In front of your sister...
Ya know, trying to punk Christo.
Christo didn't take their shit,
socked one of them in the mouth, and they blasted
him and took off running like cowards, man.
You're telling me Christo got
blasted for me? Because of me?
Nah, man. It's 'cause of what you did to their primo,
man. 'Cause of what you did to their primo Chico.
I guess they just waited, ya know,
till you got out to start some trouble.
I already paid for that nine years
ago for blasting that vato, man.
Chico blasted my camarada.
I blasted Chico, eh.
Capone and all his little chavalita
friends, holmes, all they wanna do is
earn some stripes.
You know what, eh..?
Let's meet up at your pad tonight.
Alright, bro.
So what were you and the vatos talking
about earlier? - Nothing. Just catching up.
So you think I'm stupid?
I'm from the barrio too.
I know that that they're planning
some kind of revenge and I know that
they look up to you, and they're
waiting for you to tell them what to do.
Look, I don't wanna start arguing already. I've only been out three days.
I'm just gonna go over there tonight just so I know what's going on.
For what? What are you trying to prove? You
said you didn't wanna live that life anymore.
Who said anything about proving anything?
I'm just gonna go see how they are.
I haven't seen them vatos in nine years.
- You haven't seen us in nine years and we're you familia!
- My homeboys are my familia too!
Patricia, you know that love you
and Angelica more than anything.
When Jose was dying, I made a promise to him that I'd take
care of Christo and not let him follow in our footsteps.
I've only been out for three
days and I've already failed!
You are not responsible for Christo's
death. You could not have prevented it.
Look, Christo took his own path.
He chose it!
He chose the clicka!
You don't understand, alright?
Jose was dying in my arms when I promised
him that I would take care of Christo!
I should've been there to protect him!
Look... I'm sorry, ok?
I didn't mean to yell at you.
I'm not mad at you. It's just not
what I expected when I got out.
You're not a gangster anymore.
You don't have to live that life.
I love you, but I can't do this again.
I'm gonna go through that again.
I've already paid my price.
I'm not going back. I'm not stupid.
I just gotta go and try to convince the
homeboys that none of this is worth it.
I gotta do it. For Jose and for Christo.
Look, I know that they're
all your homeboys,
but you guys all have hot heads right now...
I just don't want you to do anything stupid.
I don't want you to leave me without a man and
I don't want you to leave Angelica without
a father. When you were in prison,
you had a chance to get your life straight.
If you get involved in this bullshit
you're gonna get yourself killed.
Look, I'll be back in a couple
hours, alright?
I'm just gonna be at Torcido's.
Gimme a kiss, baby. I'll see you, ok? Before
you go to bed. I'll read you a story.
-Okay, daddy.
-I love you.
-I love you too.
Be careful, ok?
-Ok.
-I love you.
- Don't worry.
- Ok.
(sighs) Damn, man. I was beginning
to think you weren't gonna show up.
Ah, I was just getting some dinner, eh.
Couldn't just leave the house like that.
- Yeah, I understand.
So, was she giving you a lot of shit? - What do
you think, man? She just don't want me going back
to the pinta.
Eh, man, now that you're out, none of us want
you going back, though. You know what I mean?
Eh, uh, your sister, how is she taking it?
She's a wreck, man. All she could do was nod, eh, when I
asked her if it was those levas from Borrunda Street.
I know exactly who was, man.
It was that faggot Chepe and Neto...
Everything's been calm, man, for a long time.
Then they found out you were getting out.
- Yeah, but why they trippin' on me, man?
Why're they trippin' 'cause I left?
'Cause I got out?
I don't know, man, but all them
fucking putos are related, you know?
Neto, Capone, Chepe...
All them fuckers. You took out Chico, so they took it hella
personal. You know? Regardless of what happened to Jose.
They feel nine years wasn't enough.
That's what I figure, you know?
Fuckers want revenge...
- Christo, man...
Who pulled the trigger?
Does it matter, holmes?
- Fuck yeah, it matters!
- Sabes que? As far as i'm concerned.
They all pulled the fucking trigger, man.
Besides, you know Capone's behind the whole thing,
eh. He's the oldest and he's the one who was closest
to Chico.
Man, I don't care about Capone.
I don't care about Borrunda street. I just
wanna know the vato that pulled the trigger.
Word on the street is,
it was that faggot Neto.
But Chepe was with him,
you know what I'm saying? Like I said.
Neto, huh..? What the hell
was Chepe doing with him?
Little punk chavala. Last time I saw him
he was ten-years-old... sniffing paint,
writing on walls.
- Yeah, but them youngsters fucking
grow up, know what I mean? Motherfucker thinks he's
hard now, trying to earn some stripes and shit,
trying to make a name.
Earn stripes..?
Only thing that vato's gonna earn is some
valas... Who's got a cuete..?
- I got one, holmes... But you know what? You
don't gotta trip, man. Like you said earlier,
you don't wanna end up back in the pinta,
so you ain't gotta get involved, holmes.
Shit, I'll personally shoot that
puto in the face myself, man.
Look, holmes, Jose and Christo
were like my carnales...
Our fathers started DRF, bro.
You weren't there nine years ago, eh.
Jose died in my arms, man.
I made a promise to him that I
would always take care of Christo.
Yeah, man, but promises are hard to keep when you're locked down
like that, you know? Behind them walls there ain't shit you can do.
Homeboy meant a lot to me.
He meant a lot to all of us, eh.
You don't understand, eh. The day I got
out Christo died. He got killed, eh...
All because of me...
Now it's time for some payback.
Nah, chale, eh. This ain't about payback.
It's about honor.
- Orale, I feel you bro.
Whatever you wanna do,
shit, I'm down with it, man. You wanna
ride on these putos? Let's ride, man.
Let's ride.
-Orale
(cross talk)
Tell us again how it happened.
- Yeah, tell 'em, holmes.
Alright. Check it out. Me and Neto,
walking through the park, right?
Like Borrunda Street always does.
This little punk-ass pee wee starts acting up,
like he's big-shit or something... anyways,
little pee wee, starts disrespecting. Trying to
act like he got balls. Telling us we're in DRF
territory, and Neto was like "Fuck you,
punk, we're taking over your barrio."
- Yeah, man, all we're doing is going out there,
selling dope to punks in their own barrio.
- That's not what I heard.
- Yeah? So what'd you hear?
I heard Chepe got slapped in the mouth.
(girls laugh)
What..? Hell no, I didn't get slapped.
Think I'd let some... pussy slap me? Only slapping
there's gonna be is if you keep opening your fat mouth!
Damn, kick back.
I was just playing with you.
Yeah, so you wanna hear what really happened or what?
- Yeah, go on. -Well then, shut up and listen then!
(scoffs) Anyways...
this punk gets brave, right?
Tries to throw a punch.
Neto dodges it and beat his ass.
And then when we're leaving,
coward pulls out a filero and tries
to shank Neto from behind... so...
I pulled out my cuete.
(cocks gun) Shot that puto down.
-Yeah, man. The only reason we ran
is because his bitch was screaming so damn loud, we were
scared the pinche chota was gonna come. (Chepe laughs)
That's the crazy-ass story, eh.
- Hell yeah.
You vatos are crazy.
Crazy, huh..? You vatos think
was you did was crazy..?
All you did was let Dyno know
our clicka's got it out for him.
You think what you did earned
you some stripes..? Huh..?
Look, holmes. I don't give a damn
about some 18-year-old pee wee.
All I told you is that I want
Dyno's head on a platter.
And you couldn't even get that right.
So what? Do I gotta do everything myself?
He killed my primo. He killed your primo.
And all you vatos can do is sit here and brag to these
rucas about what kind of balls you got? Come on, holmes.
He wasn't just a pee wee, eh.
He was Jose's brother. Besides he was
talking crazy. What was I supposed to do?
Huh?
All I told you to do was
find out where Dyno was at.
Now we gotta let things calm
down before we could do anything.
Eh, Giggles... Go get me a beer, yeah..?
-Eh, get me one too, eh!
Eh..! You're out of beer!
You're out of beer! -So? -So go get some,
if you wanna get some. Me entiendes?
-Eh, um... what about them vatos from DRF?
(scoffs) What about 'em?
- What if they're out looking for us?
Oh, you're a big man at the park, but you're
afraid to go to the liquor store at night?
- Shit, I don't give a fuck.
I'll go to the liquor store, eh.
What do you guys want, eh? You guys want some
40s or what? -That'll be tight, holmes. -Yeah.
-Hook it up.
-Alright. Pase me el cuete, eh.
-Eh, Neto, be careful, alright?
- Yeah, simon, eh.
- Orale, holmes.
- I'll be back, eh. Alrato.
- Yup.
(rap song plays) "Making paper on you block, smoking
blunts of weed, serving fiends and soda rock"
"Steady dodging cops, livin' hot, nigga you not,
huh. Finna cut to desire, these hot boys on fire"
"Haha, haha, slow your roll, do what ya told. Gotta
gotta blaze these blunts about to roll some mo"
"The issue is my goals,
I'm so cold on these toes"
"All you playa hatas, hatin', play a
game I enroll. I silence popos and foes"
"I'm a soldier boy yeah I told ya, six figga
negro. All you bitches betta move over"
"Because in these triggas, me and my niggas, be crittas, casket
fillas, grave diggas from across da riva, you besta feel us"
"We killas for real, know da deal so
keep it real. we act lie big deals"
"For big bills we work a mill,
check out my sales, and peep my skills"
"I'm too real for you bitches, might just kill one of you
bitches, I'm throwin' stares on these bitches ugh..."
"Ball how ya ball, feel how ya
feel, chill how ya chill"
"Feel how ya feel, steal how ya steal"
"Talk how ya talk,
buck how ya buck nigga I don't give fuck"
"You can Ball how ya ball,
feel how ya feel, chill how ya chill"
"Kill how ya kill, steal how
steal, jump how ya jump"
"buck how ya buck nigga I don't give fuck"
"So what do you call a Balla, a nigga
with quarters or a nigga with keys"
"A nigga with dollars or a
nigga with these, my enemies"
"I knock 'em out like Charlie Hansen, or hold them all for
ransom, like I'm Charles Manson, this soldier's anthem"
"Got you dancing, bucking, gettin' wild, bitty bitty bow
bow bow bow, all you bitches trying to steal my style"
"How ya love me now, I got my finger on the tigger what,
leaving niggas straight floating in the riva bruh"
"With a shot off face bruh, nigga what? I guess
that buck betta catch that train, before you"
"Catch that cuh, you want that caine but you
can't maintain, nigga I don't give fuck"
"Put all these hoes in they place yo, pass
the snake and get the fuck out my face ho"
"You see me in my videos, when I was
bustin' all my lyrics up in stereo"
"I know you're saying who's
that nigga with the kill flow"
"It's that nigga Tre-8, but you don't
hear me though, you don't hear me though"
"Ball how ya ball, feel how ya
feel, chill how ya chill"
"Kill how ya kill, steal how
steal, jump how ya jump"
"buck how ya buck nigga I don't give fuck"
"You can Ball how ya ball,
feel how ya feel, chill how ya chill"
"Kill how ya kill, steal how
steal, jump how ya jump"
"buck how ya buck nigga I don't give fuck"
"Oh my God, Oh my God!"
"You didn't see nothing!"
"I'm not that nigga that
you try with a forty four"
"Niggas fasho, I be that nigga coming
real though, straight from that"
"Up in this bitch oh and that steel dog, a nigga
milks his verse and Pixie that's my real dogs"
"Oh B-Wanted boy and my nigga Roy,
see that story we that fireproof"
"Smoking' blunts,
gettin' drunk nigga that's all we do"
"Pop that trunk bring the funk"
"For what you wanna do, don't make me get
that ton especially in that China crew"
"We acts up don't get cool"
(rap song fades)
(knock on door) Hello, Dyno.
It's been a long time... Can we come in..?
- What's going on? -Hello, ma'am. I'm Detective Estrada.
This is Detective Fuhrman. -Just call me Mark.
- I know who you are.
What are you doing here?
We need to ask Dyno a few
questions, if we could.
The hell you guys want?
Look, man. I know you're mad
at me for nine years ago,
but I truly believe that
I was saving your life.
And I had a job to do.
Just like I'm doing my job now.
I need to ask you a few questions
about last night, that's all.
Look, holmes, I've been straight for nine years
already, eh. You didn't save me from nothing, man.
All you did was take me away from my family,
little daughter had to grow up without me.
You got no business here!
-Look, you fucking convict..!
-Man, why don't you watch your mouth, man?
I got a little girl in the other room! -That's all, Mark. Why
don't you go take a walk? I can handle this. (door closes hard)
What's up with that gavacho, man,
thinking he can come to my house, talk to me
like that? - He has a problem with gangbangers.
Oh? That was nine years ago. I don't
see any gangbangers in this house now.
27 years old now. - I need to know
exactly where you were last night.
I was here, with my lady and my daughter.
Are you lying to me?
- What are you accusing me of?
I'm not accusing you of anything.
It's kind of funny
that the day you get out of prison,
one of your young homies is gunned down.
And then last night,
one of the rival gang members
is found with his face
shot off in a liquor store.
Now, call me stupid, but it sounds like Jose and
Dyno are running the streets all over again.
Like I said, man. I was here with my lady
and my daughter... Is that all?
For now, Dyno... For now.
So what'd the convict have to say?
Well, he claims he was with his girl
his young daughter all night long.
Ah, he's full of shit, man.
Either he did it
or he knows who did it.
- Well...
we're back to square one. We're fucked,
and yelling at Dyno
isn't going to break him.
Yeah, but my billy club will.
- Funny, Fuhrman.
Real funny.
-Come on, man. Let's go get some donuts.
-Yeah.
I thought you said nothing
was gonna happen last night?
You promised me! You promised me!
- I don't wanna talk about it.
What were you thinking?
You've been out three days!
What, do you wanna go right back?
-Four.
-Four, what?
- Four days. You just said three. I've been out for four days.
- You know what? This is not a fucking joke,
Dyno! You're fucking with my life! You're fucking with our life! - Why
do you cuss so much, man? Is that the way you talk around here?
I don't want you raising my
daughter talking like that!
You know what? I raised her for
nine fucking years with you,
ok? Nine! So don't you dare
give me any shit about that.
-Look...
I didn't do nothing, ok? I went and talked
to the homeboy just like I told you.
Whatever they did is on them.
How can you sit there and lie to me to my face like that? - They
would've arrested me right now if I would've done anything.
Look...
I'm just really worried about you...
and I'm really worried about us.
And I don't want anything to come...
(whimpers)
between our family... again.
- Patricia...
Listen... I'm never gonna let
nothing get in-between me,
you, and my daughter again. I promise you.
I'm done with all this drama.
Finished.
-Are you guys fighting?
-Oh no, mija, no. You just woke up, baby?
-Yeah.
-I love you.
You want breakfast?
- Want breakfast?
Come on. Sit down.
- What do you guys want?
You want eggs?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-Ok.
(music starts)
(music fades)
Orale! What's up, Dyno? Come here, locote!
-What's up?
-What's up, holmes?
- Man, this vato right here's the craziest, carnal.
- I thought I told you not to talk about that.
Relax, holmes. We're all carnales here, eh.
Ain't no disrespect, holmes.
Eh, you can't keep talking about that shit though,
eh. If people at the park find out about that
we'll all be fucked.
-Orale.
-You know how these fuckers talk.
- So what's up, man? What's on your mind?
- Man, we gotta keep this on the low down.
Detectives came over my house this morning, man. Asking
me all kinds of questions. -Oh yeah? -What? -Like that..?
Patricia got all on my case. She doesn't even know
nothing about this, man, and I don't want her to know.
So what the fuck'd the pigs ask you, man?
They were asking me all kinds of
questions, eh... Estrada, man. Remember
that vato that busted me nine years ago?
Came with some new gavacho, eh. Talking all kinds of masa to
me. Call me a convict in my own house. (scoffs) -Convict?
- Fuck Estrada, dude. That dude's a
fucking bitch! I hate that punk-ass pig.
Nah, he's, he's alright, eh.
He's just on the wrong side... Anyways, eh.
He starts asking me where I was last night. Started telling me
about some vato that got his face blow off in a liquor store.
(laughs)
Orale.
I mean, of course I
denied knowing anything.
But... He's gonna be back.
Man, fuck that shit, ese.
That punk was only the beginning, holmes
We're gonna rid our whole town of them
fools, man. Fuck Borrunda Street, eh.
What are you talking about, eh?
My business is done, eh.
I'm finished. Aqui para.
You think I care about Borrunda Street?
All I care about... is my familia.
That vato that killed Christo, is history.
He's gone. I kept my promise to Jose.
That's it.
So what the fuck you wanna do now?
Just kick back, eh. It's a firme day.
Kick back with the homeboys.
Catch up on nine years. Take care
of my family. - Orale, carnal.
- Sounds firme.
- Hand me a beer, holmes.
(music starts)
-Let me break this fool, real quick, man.
(cross talk, music fades)
(sighs)
See what you started?
I told you how he was.
He's all about payback.
We took out Jose...
they took out Chico.
Nine years later,
You take out one of his pee wees...
now they kill Neto...
I can't believe this shit, man.
I wanna kill that hijo de puta so bad I can
taste it. - So what do you wanna do, man?
-If that's the game they wanna play...
we can play with 'em a little.
We'll take out his homeboys.
The ones that are closest to him.
When they come back for retaliation,
we'll be waiting on 'em.
It'll be one big mousetrap.
What about the cops, ese?
You know they'll be watching us.
Much I don't give a damn
I know... I don't give a damn. Been
waiting nine years to pay this puto back.
I'll be damned if I let this shit ride now.
- His homeboy, Tony... He's always at the park
selling weed. That bitch Giggles
always buys twenties from him.
- We can't hit him up at the park, ese.
There's too many fools around.
If we're blasting him there. Everybody's gonna
hear us. - So we shank that motherfucker...
About seven or eight times.
I'll stab him till the blade snaps.
I don't give a fuck.
That's how I handled myself in Y.A.
You're sure he's always at the park?
- Hell yeah.
Especially today. It's the first.
- He doesn't know who you are?
Nah, man. I just moved to the neighborhood.
They don't even know me.
What do you think, Chepe..?
Sounds good to me, ese.
Salva can buy the weed,
I come up behind him, just let him have it.
- Make sure nobody sees you, eh.
I don't even wanna start trippin'
with theses pigs right now.
Don't even trip, bro.
He doesn't sell weed out in the open.
He's always in the cuts.
- Orale, carnal.
Handle that shit.
(somber music plays)
Alright... OK...
Fuck!
Man, no judge in the county is gonna give
us a search warrant. We can't arrest him...
We can't search his house...
They won't even give us extra manpower...
to track down he and
his gangbanger friends.
So what the fuck do they expect us to do..?
Look, first of all, he hasn't broken any laws.
We have nothing on him.
The only mistake he made
was nine years ago...
and I really think he's learned his
lesson... the only problem he has
is those gangbanger friends
keep trying to suck him in.
Our best bet is to keep an ey
on those DRF boys.
We gotta put a stop to this
before someone either gets hurt or killed. - Yeah, I don't
really understand why they're all killing each other
if they're all Hispanic.
First of all, partner,
they're not "Hispanic" they're chicano.
They've been fighting for generations
and you can't even begin to understand.
Some these kids grew up
in an unstable family with no money,
and the only people they had were each
other. it's not uncommon to see sons,
fathers and even grandfather's
who had belonged to the same gang.
Man, you sound like one of them.
- Yeah, that's because I was.
But I grew up and now I'm a cop...
and if I can make it out,
so can some of these kids.
They gotta learn that guns, drugs
and even homeboys aren't the way to live.
They've gotta be able to leave
their neighborhood
and see that they're there's a
better world outside for them.
- Yeah, I don't know. Regardless of their
environment, they should know better.
You know what? My parents raised me to be a
straight arrow. Ya know? And look at me now.
I got a good job, I'm an honest citizen...
and you know, I've never
been in trouble with the law.
You're pretty lucky to
have a family like that.
Some of these kids only
had a single mother,
who worked her ass off
in order to feed them.
They tried to raise 'em
right, but sometimes
situations just got in the way...
- Yeah, whatever you say, Estrada.
You know, every person makes his
choices and he's got to deal with
the consequences,
but you know regardless of our opinions
of these kids, they're still out there
killing people and we gotta stop it.
So what do you wanna do now? I think
we should go have a conversation with
the other gang.
Ah, you mean the boys from Borrunda Street.
-Yeah. Capone Gonzalez.
(music fades)
What's up, man? Do I know you?
Nah, bro. I kick it with that girl Giggles. She said
you got some bomb ass weed. I wanna get a quarter "O."
Giggles, huh? What barrio you from, holmes?
Nah, bro. I don't bang. I'm a hustler. I'm just
trying to make some money and smoke some weed.
-Fuck! Ahh! Motherfucker!
(rap song starts) "First off,
rest in peace to my homie Felipe,"
"I got a little somethin' to
say, so why don'tcha peep it?"
"Deep shit, like this, don't happen ev-er-y day, and
true friends like you are really hard to find, eh..."
"But this is my way of lettin' you know..."
(song fades)
(loud knock on door)
Go get the door.
-You go get it.
(another loud knock)
Oh shit, it's the cops.
Hurry up and get upstairs.
Ah, what do you want, Estrada?
- We have a few questions to ask you.
May we come in?
-Like I have a choice. Come in.
-Thank you.
So what's this about?
- Well, I assume you've heard of your old
friend Dyno being released from prison
a few days ago.
Oh yeah..? What's that got to do with me?
Well, I also assume that you've heard of
the two homicides between Borrunda Street
and DRF. - Like I said,
what's that got to do with me?
- Look, man! Cut the bullshit! We know that
Borrunda Street is involved with the murder
of Christo Lopez. - Look, I don't
have nothing to do with street gangs.
I'm tool old for that.
You're wasting your time,
you're wasting my time. Why don't you
guys go chase some real gang members?
- Look, you son of a bitch! The only
reason why you're not in cuffs right now
is because we don't have enough evidence on you
yet. - Why do you always have to play these
games, Capone?
You know, that I know, that you're
the "mero mero" of Borrunda Street.
Nothing happens without your say so.
- Look, officer,
I'm an honest citizen. I don't appreciate you
guys coming here calling me a gang member,
or a gang-leader,
just because I live in a bad neighborhood.
- Why do you keep acting stupid like that?
Don't you know there's been two homicides
in four days?
You're gonna have to talk to us sometime...
say anything.
How many people must die
before this thing ends?
How many..?
(scoffs)
-You think it's funny?
You think it's a joke..?
- Look, I know my rights
okay? I don't have to tell you shit. So,
unless I'm under arrest, you can get out.
(pager goes off)
Damn! Can I use your phone,
real quick..?
What'cha got..?
Where..?
When..?
Were there any witnesses..?
Alright, we'll be right there.
Damn! Mark,
there was a homicide in the park.
Tony Legrand. We gotta go.
And let me tell you something you piece of trash.
When I find out you were involved with the murders
I'm gonna nail your ass
to the fucking wall!
You hear me?
-Whatever. Get the fuck out.
-You hear me?
-Fuck out.
(door slams)
Fucking pigs.
I love you.
Huh..? Why'd you say that?
What? You're not gonna say it back?
(scoffs)
-You know I love you...
but I mean, why now?
I'm just happy.
I haven't been this happy in nine years.
I haven't been this happy either...
You know that job your dad offered me?
- Mm-hmm.
- I'm gonna take it.
This barrio's gonna drive me crazy if I stay
here. - You know, when you were locked up
I used to jump in the car and drive
to the hills and look at all those
big white houses, white picket fences, and
green grass... and the kids playing in the yard...
and I used to just sit there and imagine that we
live there.
I just want Angelica to have a different childhood
than we had. I want her to have a happy
childhood and these last nine years
have not been happy.
- I'm happy, mommy.
-I know you are, mija.
- You know... I'm gonna get us out of here.
No matter what.
- When..? We don't have to move into a big
house, I just wanna get off this street.
If I can start that job
Monday, in one month,
I could have the deposit... and with your
check, you can pay the first month's rent.
And we can do it... together!
- I hope so, babe.
What about your homeboys?
- My homeboys will always be my homeboys,
but you're my responsibility...
both of you mean everything to me,
I don't care about nothing else.
I just don't know what I would do
without you.
(knock on door)
Oh... Come in!
(door opens and closes)
Hey, Torcido.
-Hey, how's it going?
You want something to drink? - Nah, I
just need to borrow your man for a second.
What's up, eh?
- I need to talk to you outside, just for
like a minute. I'll be right outside, ok..?
What's going on, bro? - They found Tony shanked to
death at the park this morning... Nobody saw nothing.
What..? Who, Borrunda Street..? - Borrunda
Street or some fucking dopefied, man...
but my money's on first.
- Man, it's gotta be those punks, eh.
After what we did to that vato the other night... How the hell
are we gonna retaliate, man? There's probably pigs all over
the place.
- Shit, man, that fucking sellout motherfucker
Estrada, man, was walking around questioning
everybody, man.
Grilled me for fucking half an hour.
- Did they arrest anybody?
Nah, man. I'm telling you there were no
witnesses.. but you and I both know who did it.
I can't believe all this crap in four days,
man. What the hell's Capone's problem, eh?
Starting a gang war, man...
nine years later...
I managed to move on.
I lost my homeboy nine years ago.
Look, man. I don't know about
you, I mean, I know
you got your family to worry about and all that shit, but
me and the homeboys are getting together tomorrow morning
at my pad and doing something about it.
Simon, eh. I'm in, eh.
I'm down. Just wait for me, eh. Get the homeboys
there and I'll be there. - Alright, man.
Are you sure nobody saw you at the park?
- Yeah, ese. I'm positive.
We caught him by surprise.
Eh, you should've seen the face he made,
man. That shit was funny. (laughter)
I don't care about his face, holmes. All I care about is that
nobody saw you two there. Ya know, the cops came by here earlier.
I don't need that kinda heat right now.
For all you know they're watching us.
-Man, you're being paranoid.
- Am I talking to you, pendejo?
- He was by himself, in the cuts.
Nobody was there. Nobody saw us.
- You're the one that got us in this mess
in the first place.
If you would've killed Dyno, like I told
you, everything would be cool right now.
So tomorrow you you're so fucking her right now. So shut
your mouth... And you, you're so fucking high right now,
you probably stabbed the wrong vato.
This ain't a game, carnal.
You need to lay off that mota, man.
- No disrespect,
but you don't have to come at me like that. I get
high, but I handle my business. - Yeah, look,
everything's fucked, man. The pigs are on to us and Dyno
knows we're after him now. If we make the wrong move,
it's over. I can't get another strike, ese.
Or I'll go in
for life. They already know we're behind
it all, so we gotta keep our cover cool,
you know?
-I feel you, man.
-You feel that?
-So what are we gonna do now?
I mean, Dyno's gonna be after us, right?
We gotta hit him.
We gotta hit him hard, ese. That ruca Giggles, she's gonna
find out where that fool Dyno lives. - Good, holmes.
That's real good. That way we could
finish this vato once and for all.
I won't rest until Dyno's a memory.
Here's the coroner's report.
-So, what'd he say?
-Nothing... no signs of
a struggle. Multiple stab wounds to
the lower chest. No murder weapon,
no witnesses. Nothing. Just like the
other two. - Well, we know all three
are gang-related. We have no evidence.
It must've been somebody they
trusted. Somebody that wasn't threatening to
them. - Oh, so you think that maybe it could
be their own gang? Dyno?
Dyno..? Nah...
have you read his prison file?
He's been straight for nine years.
I don't think he wants to
get back into that life.
Especially after seeing his young daughter.
- Look man, I'm just not convinced.
I think both these guys are
involved with all three murders.
I don't know.
They're just playing God and
we're just cleaning up the mess.
Look, there's gotta be a witness somewhere.
He had priors for sales
and we found baggies of
weed on him. There's gotta be some
pot-head out there willing to talk.
I don't know, man. We've already
questioned everybody on the scene.
So? We question them again.
We don't wanna gang war on our hands.
It seems like it's already too late for
that. - We need to bring in every snitch,
every dopefiend in the city. We grill 'em,
frame 'em into talking.
Do whatever it takes
What about Dyno's girl?
Why don't we bring her in?
Dyno's girl? You got to be crazy.
She's been a working mother for
the past nine years Dyno's been in.
She's straight as an arrow...
and if I know her like I think I know her,
she's making sure Dyno keeps straight. - Yeah,
but what about Capone? What girls does
he hang out with?
There's gotta be a
neighborhood slut or something.
- Hmm, I guess we'll just have to find out who.
- We gotta do a stakeout.
-Stakeout.
What the fuck, man?
Where the fuck have you been?
Relax, man. Had to make up a good excuse.
She's all trippin'
and stressin' on me. - Eh, man. You ain't ever
gonna guess what the fuck we just found out, fool.
-What?
-Tell him, Castro.
-It wasn't Neto, man.
It was fucking Chepe. Now he's running
around talking all kinds of loud shit...
Telling everybody, fucking it was him.
Even told some bitches, dude.
Now these bitches are running around.
They told my cousin, told me
Now he's talking all kinds of shit, like WE
started it, saying he stabbed Tony 'cause of
Neto's death.
Fuck that punk, dude.
(scoffs) So it was Chepe..?
-Yeah.
-Punk, man.
Should've killed all them
vatos the other night.
(sighs)
Now we gotta kill Chepe, before I'm out.
-Check it out, man.
I know where this motherfucker Capone lives
at, eh. I think we should go there right now,
kill that motherfucker before he gets us.
- Yeah, man,
as much as I'd love to do that right now, we can't. Man,
you know Estrada is all over us, man. He's watching us.
Everything we do, man.
We can't. I'm not going back, eh.
No matter what.
Well, maybe we can get some other
hood to kill that motherfucker for us.
You crazy? Can't trust nobody...
fucking... who you gonna trust..? - Hey,
wait a second, man. That's a firme idea, eh.
I know exactly who... -Who? This black homeboy. He
was in the pinta with me. That vato owes me a favor.
- Yeah? What kind of favor?
- It's a long story, eh, but... that vato owes me
his life...
Paroled about a month before me.
I got his numbers, address, everything, eh. Get a hold of
him. - Yeah, but is he down, though? Ya know what I mean?
Can he do the job, ya know? Is he gonna punk out or some
shit? - That fool's crazy, man. He's a shooter for set.
Fool did seven years just 'cause
some dude slapped his sister.
Attempted murder. Hell yeah, that fool's crazy. He'll do
it for fun. Matter of fact, he'll do it just to get even.
So he don't owe me nothing. He hates
owing people. - So, that's the plan, huh?
Yeah. Hell yeah...
You still got that throw-away cuete?
Yeah, it's at my girls house,
man. I gotta get it. - Alright.
Check it out, eh. Go ahead and get that.
I'ma go to a pay phone and call him up, eh.
I'ma set the whole meeting up. I don't
want to do it. It's too hot for me.
So just... wait for my call.
-Alright, man.
(cross talk)
Hello..? Is Wyno there..?
Eh... it's me, Dyno, eh. What's up, man..?
Yeah, simon, eh. I finally got out...
Anyways, let me get to the point, eh.
Yeah. Yeah. Remember that
big favor you owe me? Yeah.
I'm calling to collect.
I need a big favor, eh...
Nah, nah. I don't want to talk
about it on the phone, eh.
I need you to meet one of
my good homeboys today, man.
He'll tell you about everything, eh. Tell you
about all the details. I can't do it... Nah...
I'm too hot right now, eh... Anyways, eh...
His name's Torcido... Yeah, he could pick
you up at your pad in about an hour...
What's the address... Yeah...
Yeah, I know where that is, eh... Yeah.
Alright... Got it... Alright, holmes...
Later.
(ominous music starts)
(car engine revs, music fades)
Alright, here's the plan...
There's this faggot names Chepe.
He's from Borrunda Street. Lives in that
white House over there.
- Yeah, I know that tweakin' ass nigga.
I sell that fool crank all the time.
That nigga still owe me money.
That's great. Shut up and listen.
I want you to go over there.
You shoot him. Make sure he's dead.
Grab the gun.
Dump it and just keep your mouth shut... (scoffs) -Man... -and don't
be doing nothing retard like throwing the gun out the window.
(scoffs) What'chu think I am?
Some type of little thug or something?
Nigga, I just got out the pen! - Look, I don't
give a fuck if you just got back from hell.
I'm telling you what Dyno told me to tell you... Now,
you sell crank to this faggot, you know what he
looks like,
so...
-Yeah, nigga. I already told you.
-Alright, man...
(pistol clicks) I want you to empty
this entire clip on that motherfucker.
For sure. I live for this type of shit.
And you know, wear some motherfucking gloves,
man. I don't want this shit coming back to me.
(scoffs)
Man, you lucky I owe Dyno this favor.
(Scoffs)
-Whatever, tough-guy.
(engine starts)
(car is put in gear)
(ominous music plays)
(music fades)
Eh, did you hook up with Wyno today? - Yeah, he's gonna
handle it... but I don't really like that fool, man.
Why, man? He's hella cool. - He's got a big mouth,
man. Kept talking all that shit about how crazy
he was and how hard he is and...
Just got on my nerves, man. I wanted to shoot that motherfucker
myself. (scoffs) -He's hella cool, man. We did time
together, eh.
That vato's down to do anything.
- Whatever, man it's done.
So, Chepe should be dead by nightfall.
- Still wish I was was the one
that would've done it, man. -Hey guys, what's going on? -Oh, damn. Just
wanted to see if you guys wanted to go to a little get-together tonight.
You know, a little party. -No, but I told him we're
just gonna kick back here tonight. -Alright.
You guys can come inside, but be quiet
'cause Angelica's taking a nap. - Uh, well,
we were just heading out right now
anyway, so... - Alright, bye.
- See ya.
- Bye.
-Eh, man, you got a cuete in the pad?
- Nah, I don't got nothing, eh.
- Eh man, you should be careful though, know what I mean?
Gotta have something. - Can't have
nothing in the house, man. I'm on parole.
Will you shut that door, man?
I'd still feel better if you had something around the pad.
You know what I mean? For your own protection and shit.
Got your daughter, your old lady.
Never know
what these fools might do. Know what I mean? - He's
right, man. Better to be caught with than without.
Take it, holmes... Stash it...
It's better, ya know?
Just give me a call, man.
Just let me know whatever happens.
-Alright, man. We're out.
(ominous rap beat starts)
"Let me start shit off by saying
it's Northside till I die..."
"So recognize you get
chastised by my two 4-5s.."
"When you hear that click-clack, you better
get back before you feel the boom..."
"Comin' up out of that..."
(music slowly fades)
Alright, ese...
I'll be there in ten minutes...
Later.
(hangs up phone)
(ominous rap songs fades back in)
(engine revs, B.A.R.T.
train running overhead)
"Better have ya mask on, nigga, don't let 'em see ya
face..." (music slowly fades) Eh... 'sup, nigga..?
- Wyno... eh, I ain't got no time to talk right now, ese.
- Eh, what's up with that money you owe me?
Ah, shit, holmes.
I got bigger problems that that right now.
- Yeah, you do.
(gun shot)
(engine revs, music fades back in)
(car speeds off)
(music fades)
Man, I ain't kill nobody, man. You ain't got
shit on me. - We got enough to hold you.
- Hold me for what?
- We have eyewitness that place you,
and an unidentified
suspect and your vehicle,
within an hour the murder...
and we know you belong to
DRF. -So fucking what? -Hey, man. Do you recognize
this gun? We just found it three blocks from
the murder scene.
- Nah, man. I don't shoot guns.
Too dangerous.
We have the murder weapon. All we're
waiting for now is the bullet case
prints...
and when they come in, it's over.
So you better start talking to us now.
Was Dyno with you in the car..? (scoffs) You gotta
be stupid as fuck, man, trying to pull some bullshit
like this on me.
The fuck you think I am? Some kind of pee wee or
something? You ain't got shit on me but suspicion, man.
(scoffs)
I don't gotta tell you shit
and I ain't gonna tell you shit. So go fuck
yourself, pig. - Look, you fucking scumbag..!
- Who's the other guy? Was it Dyno? Who the
fuck's this peckerwood think he's scaring, man?
You need to get the fucking
grand dragon off me.
That's enough, Mark.
- Piece of shit.
- Don't play dumb with me... The bottom line is
that I'm the only friend you got...
so you better start talking to me now.
All we gotta do is scare
Dyno just a little bit...
and he'll roll over on you... 'cause he
doesn't want to do another nine years.
(scoffs) Just give me my fucking
phone call you fucking coconut.
Now what's that supposed to mean?
You're just another sellout, man...
brown on the outside, white on the inside.
Man, holmes. Fuck the pigs! I'ma kill
that motherfucker tomorrow. Dyno,
his ass is as good as dead...
- What makes you so sure it was Dyno?
When I talked to Chepe's neighbor's they said it was a
mayate. - Man, fuck that, holmes. He's dying anyway, ese.
Giggles, you got that address, right?
Yeah, I got it.
-He lives on Elmwood.
-Elmwood?
- Here it is.
- So you wanna hit him up, tonight?
Nah, chale, holmes. We'll hit him up in
the morning when he least expects it.
I got something for that
vato with his name on it.
(pistol cocks)
'Sup, bro..?
(clears throat)
Just wanna let you know that, uh,
these rat-head pigs are trying to
pin some bullshit case on me...
Yeah, I'm in the office right now...
Yeah, like five feet from me,
actually like two feet from me... Nah,
I don't think so, but you never know... Man, some
fucking faggot got blasted on Borrunda Street.
They're placing me at the scene. Some
bullshit like an hour between the murder...
Yeah, they got some murder weapon and shit.
They're waiting for prints to come back from the
casing, but I know they're just fucking with me...
Yeah, I already know that shit, man...
Yeah, I told them what I know.
I know nothing...
Yeah, I've been trying,
man, but it ain't working...
Yeah, constantly, but they ain't hearing
what I'm saying, that I don't know shit...
I don't know what the fuck
they're talking about...
Yeah, alright, bro. I'll talk to you
later, man... Yeah... alright.
- Alright, let's get started again. Where
were you at two o'clock this afternoon?
Man, I was fucking Fuhrman's wife...
and I liked it.
- Look, you son of a bitch! The only fucking
you're gonna get is by the niggers in jail!
Let's go!
(tv noise in the background)
'Sup, Dyno...
Did I wake you..?
Cool... right, right...
Hey, I was just calling 'cause I heard
Torcido got arrested, eh... yeah, yeah...
So what's up, eh? What are we gonna do..?
Alright...
Yeah, an hour sounds cool, eh...
Cool. Perfect.
Alright, I'll be ready by then...
Shoot by there... Alright, later.
Where's the coffee..?
- I got something better than coffee.
-Oh yeah?
Yeah. I got witnesses.
-Where..?
(slight laughter)
(ominous rap song starts) "For thou art my rock
and my fortress. Therefore for thy namesake"
"lead me and guide me. Pull me out
of the net that they have laid"
"privily for me. For thou art my strength"
"I will be glad to rejoice in thy
mercy, for thou hast considered my"
"trouble and has not shut me
up into the hand of my enemy"
"for my life has spent with
grief and my years with sighing"
"if my strength fails I
am forgotten as a deadman"
"out of mind"
"for I have heard the slander
of many while they took"
"counsel together against me, they devise to
take away my life. my times are in my hand"
"deliver me from the hands of
"my enemies from them that persecute me."
"Simon, close your eyes, I'm the one that you see. And
right before it happens, I wished it was a dream."
"Pero la vida loca always has a crazy twist to the
game. It's all the same. I don't care who you blame."
"Blood runs through my hands in
the moonlight, God forgive me."
"As I walk in the valley
of death for all eternity."
"The hurt is too much to bare so I tighten my fists.
I scream to the sky, I'm in the midst of madness."
"I'm locote, thought you knew."
"Far from being your every day fool."
"Bullets fly with your destiny as they burn the sky,
but in the end you die as she cries asking why"
"does it have to be like this?
With all of this death."
"And pintas and cuetes and pounds of meth."
"There's shackles on my feet, I can't breathe in myself.
I'm feeling every emotion with no one to tell."
"Do you really wanna be with me?"
"Babydoll come stand by me, and I will
let you see the things that I see..."
"That I see..."
"Me dices si me amas a mi..."
"Mija me dices que si..."
"Yo te dejo ver mi vida..."
"Her soul is gone. I think I see it fly."
"I tried to live right. God knows that I've
tried, but the pinta made me a monster,"
"bro. I can't function.
Everything's falling like dominoes."
"All around me as the tears fall from my
daughter's eyes. I try to dry them as"
"the sangre dries. In the end of
time, I want an answer for my vida,"
"but I know deep inside I
will never have my freedom."
"Locked down to my barrio, hasta la muerte,
and cursed every day to carry this cuete."
"And murder for my block, my
respect, my corazon..." (song fades)
I just wanna tell him
that we have a witness.
We just gotta put a stop to all of this. - Man, I don't know
why you're worried about Dyno. We should just go arrest
Capone.
I just feel... that I gotta do it.
(ominous rap song fades back in)
"And execute a vato and bury him alone,"
"in the fields of the valle, and don't
even stare. I know it ain't fair."
"Don't ask if I care. I lost everything
I love, now I'm pushed to the edge."
"I hear the screams, crying for revenge."
"Do you really wanna be with me..?"
"Babydoll come stand by me... and I'll
let you see the things that I see..."
"that I see..."
"Me dices si me amas a mi..."
"Mija me dices que si..."
"Yo te dejo ver mi vida..."
"You can't stop a determined vato, ese."
"It's 187 for anybody that causes muerte.
And causes pain, my tears turn to hate."
"No love, no remorse, no thoughts about my own fate. The bullets
snap into position as I'm hittin' corners, tires screeching,"
"I see the destiny that I'm reaching.
I say a prayer"
"for the dead, my cross is swings from my neck. It's
about love and honor, heartbreaks and respect."
"A million things on my mind,
I lost control of my senses."
"You can't see my soul through my
lentes, different gentes,"
"live different in this world, but one
thing we all feel is when the bullets hurl"
"I'll die for what I believe
if it makes things change."
(gun shots) "Some day I'll switch
from balas to standing on stage."
"I shall fear no evil in
this maze that I'm in."
"and know some day I will reach the end."
"Do you really wanna be with me..?
Babydoll, come stand by me..."
"And I will let you see the
the things that I see..."
"That I see..."
"Me dices se me amas a mi..."
"Mija me dices que si..."
"Yo te dejo ver...
"mi vida..."
(music continues)
(music slowly fades, engine revs)
Man, you killed my Patricia!
-What the fuck you talking about, ese..?
You just killed everything in my world, homeboy. (cocks
pistol) -I swear to God, holmes, I didn't do shit, eh!
I didn't do shit! -Put it down, Dyno! We got enough on
him! -No! I can't, holmes! He killed everything I got!
Put it down, Dyno! You don't wanna go back!
I promise, we'll put him away for life!
Man, I don't even care, man! I don't care!
- Dyno..! Don't..!
- Don't do it, man!
- Don't do it..! Dyno..!
- You don't wanna go back in..!
We'll put him away for life..!
- Don't do it, man!
We got a witness, man. Come on!
I can't, man...
-Put it down, Dyno...
-Come on, man...
I can't, man...
I can't... I can't!
(gun shot)
(gun shots)
(slow gangster rap song starts)