Veteranos (1998) - full transcript

Everything I've ever
gained in life...

Has been at a price.

But I just paid the
ultimate price...

I've lost my carnalito.

My little brother Bugsy.

My homeboy, my camarada

E, that vato's gone.

I've got nothing left,

but the power, money...

and a better business.

I'll tell you, holmes...



Some things ain't
worth the risk.

Penitentiary chances
is one thing...

but when I took chances
with my brother's life...

and my homeboy's life...

I finally realized...

that world is nothing,
without familia.

Money and power...

It ain't a thing to me.

The only thing I'm out for...

is revenge...

even if it means my own life.

You see, I'n both feared...

and respected in the streets.

I'm a legend in the barrio.



I'm known...

as a veterano.

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Word on the streets is
that Black Samsold me
out to them whiteboys...

who killed my brother
and my homeboy.

From what I've heard, he's
staying at his girls' house.

So we're about to pay
him a little visit
that's long overdue.

Who is it?
- Pizza's here!

We did not order any pizza.
- I think you did.

This is the right address:
187 Rockingham, right?

Yeah, that's the right address,
but we didn't order anything.

You're lying!
Get out and pay for it now!

Man, what the fuck?

Man, ain't nobody
order no fuckin' pizz

Ahh, shit! (girl screams)
- Shut that bitch up

before I give her something
to scream about!

Bitch, I said shut fuck up!

Hey, what the fuck?
Dyno, man! Shit!

Stupid sellout! What?
I run the streets!

You didn't think I was
gonna find out you talked
to them peckerwoods?

Man, I didn't say shit, man!
I swear, man! Shit!

Shut the fuck up, motherfucker!
Cut his ass again, Dyno!

I just got one
thing to say to you.

I hope the money they paid you
was worth this!

Let's get the fuck out, man.

Yeah!

Hey man, what about her?

What?

Oh yeah...

BAY BRIDGE San Francisco

International Airport OAKLAND

Yeah, come in.

Casper!
What's up, Chuckie?

Alright, man.
Missed you.

Missed you too.
- So how you feeling?

Alright... I mean, the
painkillers help me out
a little with my legs.

So how's business? - The only
business that matters to me

is taking care of that
filthy Mexican that's
caused us all this pain.

I can't believe
he took John from us.

Tell me about this motherfucker.
Where's he at? What's he about?

Dyno and E were
a bunch of fucking nobodies

until we came in
and we gave their asses a job.

Now he thinks he's some
big-time drug dealer.

Took over all our dope spots.

He took everything from us
and left us with nothing...

And what can I do..?
Look at me,

Look at me...
I'm a fucking cripple!

I can't even go to the bathroom
without shitting on myself.

Is that why you picked
up the bottle..?

What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do..?

I can't handle this.

Throw me the phone
- Why..?

I got a couple of down-ass fools
that'll help us out.

Yeah, what's up, Mike?
Yeah, it's Casper.

I just pulled into town.

Why don't you go pick
up Whitey, shoot through
here in about an hour.

Yeah, same thing we discussed.

Time to handle some business.

Alright. Late.

What's up, homies?
- What's up?

What's up, Santo?
- Hey!

Any of you guys want a beer..?
What's up, Santo?

Drew, he's probably thirsty.

Hey, man?
What's going on, carnal?

What's up, Tony?

Hey, carnal...

Um, I want to talk to you
for a minute, eh.-Orale.

Santo, was the original
veterano of the streets.

If you had a question
or a problem...

He knew the answer
or the solution.

That vato was big-time.

The only one that's been
as big as Santo, was Indio.

My main supplier right now.

Yeah, Santo had it all...

but it all went down hill
after he got locked down.

His wife left him for
some whiteboy.

She took his daughter too.

Last we heard his daughter
ran away when she was 10.

Nobody's seen or heard from them
for years...

and Santo's never been
the same ever since.

Hey man...
we hit Black Sam yesterday.

I know. I heard.
Yeah..?

How'd you hear so fast? - Got
my ears on the streets, holmes

I know things...

I just wanted to let you know
myself, eh.-Simon Simon...

Check this out, man

Killing Black Sam was revenge
I understand that,

But why'd you have to
take out his old lady?

Man, come on...

She just happened to be there
at the wrong time, carnal.

My little brother's
gone, holmes.

It's made me heartless.

All I got is you
and the homeboys.

Being heartless
can get you killed.

I know...

Those fucking wetbacks just
killed that nigger Black Sam.

Fuck! There goes our
five-dollar snitch.

There's a million more where
he came from.-Damn right.

Anyway, I don't want to
hit 'em up right away.

I want to play with them a
little bit. - What do you mean?

I want to hit 'em up, but I
want to hit 'em where it hurts.

You take that motherfucker's
money, you take the
only thing he has left.

Exactly, Chuck. That's why we
start out with his runners.

His little baggage-handlers.

We'll make that
motherfucker squirm.

Then, we take out his
main supplier, we got
that spic by the balls.

If we take out his supplier,

then we have two
Mexicans to worry about.

That's alright. That's
why we make his supplier
think that Dyno set it up.

Then those wetbacks
will kill each other.

And how're we gonna do that?

Well, the money he loses
from us taking out his runners,

is gonna set him back
to the point where He'll
have to call his supplier
for a quick come-up.

Then, we jack his supplier
and make him think
that Dyno set it up.

And how're we supposed
to know when and where
to jack his supplier?

Like you said earlier,

There's a million
sellouts out there.

Money has a funny way
of influencing people.

Money?
I think you mean pesos, bro.

You can always but some beans
with a couple pesos.-(laughter)

Man, that's fucking 10
bucks worth of food stamps,

All I want's a five-sack,
man. You know how much beef
jerky you can buy with that..?

Orale, man. Just give him the
fucking shit, eh. I don't want
to hear his stupid whining.
He whines and whines. Always

Man, come back with some
fucking money, alright?
Jacksons and shit.

Alright. Alright.-Tired
of this shit.

This ain't no Food 4 Less.
- Ain't no freebies, eh.

Always try to get
over.-I know, eh.

Merry Christmas,
motherfuckers!(Maniacal
laughter)

Give me that shit!

Fuck, man!
Must be half a pound!

Come on! Let's go!
Let's get out of here!

State your business?

What..?

Fuck no, man.

Oh, hell no

Man, you sure nobody
saw nothing..?

Oh, fuck...

Alright, carnal. Hey man, keep
asking, ask everybody, bro.

Go to the corner store,
everywhere, man.

Oh, man.

Get back to me, man. As
soon as you can, bro.

Damn!

What happened, ese?

That was Duke, man.

Somebody blew away
John and fucking Pelon, bro.

Fuck!

You're telling me somebody
came to our barrio
and got our homeboys..?

And killed our homeboys..?

That's our gente, holmes!
- This is fucking bullshit, eh!

It's the fucking middle of
the day, man. Some motherfucker
had to see something!

Man, we can't go asking
around right now anyway, bro.

What the fuck you talking about?

Man, Duke said it's crawling
with fucking hoodas, man.

There's chotas all
over the place. Let's
go pick up Santo, man.

He's gotta know something Yeah.

He's got to know something
and we're gonna find out, eh!

Damn!

Ya know, one thing's for
sure, Somebody's gonna
pay the price, holmes!

Fuck this shit!

I mean, it was funny,
but it wasn't that funny.

I don't understand what the
fuck you found so amusing.

It was hella funny 'cause
he wished 'em Merry
Christmas and then shot 'em.

It was hella funny. - I
would've said "Feliz Navidad,"

but I can't talk
the beaner talk.

Well, whatever. The only thing
that matters is that we got
half a pound for nothing.

Hell yeah, for nothing. Line
me up. I wanna get stimulized.

Are you on sherm? We ain't
fucking up our own supply.

You better sniff some
Sandnigger camel dick and balls!

(Laughter)-I can't (Laughter)

- Hey, seriously, man
What's the next step?

Put the word on the street
that the peckerwoods are back!

Then we start
slangin' these zips.

We'll take out a couple
more of his runners

Put these "eses"
out of business.

Eventually that fat spic's gonna
have to call their supplier.

Then we fuck 'em both.

Are you sure one of the Mexicans
will sell him out?

Tell us where they're
meeting? - Of course. I
already have it covered

I found out where his two
boys were posted, didn't I?

One phone call, find out
where his other boys are at.

What's up, carnal?

I'm sorry.
I heard what happened.

What's the word, eh?

I'm stressing, holmes.

Is this gang-related or what..?

I don't know Can't
tell, it's too soon.

You sure nobody saw
anybody or anything?

Nah, man. As far as I know
they were by themselves, eh.

What should I do, eh? I feel
like going, shooting up them
vatos from South Garden.

Chale, holmes. You don't
wanna go starting a
gang war for nothing.

Just be patient. I'll know
for sure tomorrow.-(scoffs)

Okay..? - Yeah, holmes. Just,
just keep me informed, eh.

Simon...
pero ponte trucha.

Yeah, I know, eh...
What's the word?

What's up, Never?
What's up, Santo?

What's up, Mike?

So what's up?
Is it gang-related or what?

Nah, eh. He'll find out
more tomorrow though.

Man, who else could it be, man?
We should just hit 'em up anyway

Hey check it out, carnal I know
your blood's hot right now...

But if you go acting foolish,
all you're gonna do is bring
down a lot of problems on us...

Just Calma la...

And if is those fools,

we'll hit 'em up
when they least expect it.

Yeah, he's right, eh.
Right now There's all
kinds of pigs everywhere.

So what the fuck we gonna do?

You guys still have that pound
I gave you, right?

Yeah, like half of it.

Well, check it out, eh.
Call up some sure-buyers,

'cause we need to make
that feria back real quick.

Alright, man. What you gonna do?

I gotta hook up with
Drew and Crooked.

Supposed to hook
up some more C-R.

Cool. alright, well handle
that then. - Gracias, carnal

Santo.
Alright, Santo.-Orale.

Los vemos.-Alright,
eh. Let's jam.

Alright, man, thanks a lot.

Looks like our
shit-brown friends

are gonna be coming back
from the hillside estates,
in about an hour and a half.

So since there's only one
road in and out, I want you
guys to make sure you're
out there waiting for them.

How many are there?

How many tacos can you
get at Jack In The Box
for 99 cents?(Laughter)

Two, right?

Of course, ya fucking 'tard!

Come on, I don't eat
that spic garbage!

Shut the fuck up! Hey...

Hey! Anyways, we gotta make this
look like it's gang-related.

That way those spics will
go kill some other spics.

They'll never realize
that it was us.

This time we gotta
get better firepower.

Last time that freakin'
380 almost blew my fucking
hand off at the drive-by!

Definitely.

I know this one dude that, uh,
Black Sam was telling me about.

He's supposed to have
all the good shit.

Got the MAC-10s.
He's got the 45s, the TEC-9s...

- That's what I'm talking
about... - Yeah, everything
we need he should have.

Well who is this guy?
- I don't know. I never
met him personally.

I know they call him "Fed X."
- Fed X..?

Some half-white, half-spic,
half-breed motherfucker.

Oh fuck, another
coconut, huh?(Laughter)

Sounds like a self-loather.
He should just kill
himself.-He should.

Hey, well after you guys
get the guns that we need...

I want you to make sure
that he does kill himself.

And then, you guys
go wait on Highway 14

for those fucking
wetbacks coming through.

You don't want me to
go with them, do you?

Well if you don't
want to go with them,

you better go to the
nickel-arcade or something.

An hour to myself.

Why?
You got company coming over?

Something like that, Chuckie.

So then you want me to set
up a meeting with Fed X?

Yeah, do that right now.

(mumbles) What's
that dude's number?

Here we go...

What's up, holmes?
You Fed X?

Maybe. Why?
What do you need?

I understand you got some gats.
I need to get some firepower.

Is that right?
What do you need a gat for?

Protection, dude.
Everybody I keep dealing
with keeps droppin' dead.

Shit, a couple days ago
my homeboys got blasted, I
be buying some five-sacks
from, so I gotta...

I don't wanna hear
your stories, man.

You got some money,
we could do some business.

Of course I got money, but
let me see what you got
though. Know what I'm sayin'?

Oh, snap!

So, uh...

so what'chu asking for 'em?

This one right
here, three-hundred.

Stainless steel, four-hundred.

Fuck! 100 more
dollars for stainless?

That's right.-Damn!

Shit...

How much for the 380?

Uh, two-hundred.

Two, huh..? Fuck...

Hey, is it cool if I pay
you half in food stamps?

Hell, no! (scoffs)

What the hell am I gonna
do with a food stamp?

Man, a hundred cash,
a hundred food stamps.
Why're you trippin'?

Trippin'? What the fuck am I
gonna do with a food stamp?

You can't buy shit with a
food stamp. I got plenty
of food in my house.

You could buy hella
beef jerky, holmes.

Man, fuck that shit!
You got some money or what?

Not right now, dude.
So you can't do this for me?

Fuck, no!

Alright, bro.
I'll catch you later

Shit.

You Casper's boys?
- And you must be Fed X.

The one and
only.-Well, Mr. Fed X,

we need some firepower
and we hear you're the
one to talk to you.

What do you guys got in mind? -
You know, something with power.

TEC-9, Uzi,
something with balls.

You boys came to
the right place.

Take your pick.

Let me see some money first
- How much are we talking about?

Four hundred for the nine,
five hundred for the TEC.

That's a little more
than we had in mind.

Yeah?
Well, what did you have in mind?

Oh, I do not know
how about all for one

bullet? Fucker!

Let's get the fucking tape
and the sleeping bag.

Fuck. This better
be money or pussy.

Oh, I was just talking about you
- To who? To myself.

So, do you have what I wanted?

Do you have what I wanted?
- I'm here, aren't I?

Come in.

Make yourself at home.

Have a seat.
I'll be right back.

A little snow for a little blow.

I love young pussy.

Bitch gonna come in
here and give me some
fucking head right now.

Hey, Betty!
Come in here real quick.

What's up, girl?
Are you ready?

Yeah, you're ready.

There you go.

Damn, baby.
Come here.

What's up, Boots?
- What's up, bro?

What's up?
- Whazzup?

Ya'll got some bomb?

Nah. That's kinda
why we're here, bro.

Hey, where's this fool Tay at?

Finishing up a verse. Don't
trip. He'll be out in a second.

Is it cool if we kick it?
- I gives a fuck.

Sit down, get something
out the fridge...

Fire up some crack(laughter)

No, I'm cool on that.

Yeah! 1998...

Darkroom 11-5...

The Yay Area, bitch! Uh!

We keep yo' trunk slumpin',
networkin' and movin' product,

Runnin' with known killers so
haters be gettin' caught up!

to do dirt, puttin' in work,
Leavin' you niggas hurt,

Take two steps from Dyno, watch
my partner let the gat burst,

we shoot first, havin' niggas
hauled off in a hearse,

what could be worse, then
fuckin' with gangsters
who run the turf?

Contaminatin' the hood
with weed and drug money,

takin' penitentiary
chances, advancin'

To be the nigga, from khakis
to Hilfigers

And hangin' with drug niggas,

We run the Yay,
methamphetamines,
choppin' up cavi,

and pushin' nade,
tryin' to get paid,

it's in my blood, gotta have it
so tragic, for enemies,

I leave 'em in closed caskets,
it's a hard gain, but you
know we keep it straight,

From the Valley to the Yay,

that's how we operate, operate.

Hey!
- What's up?

What's going down?
What's up, Tay?

What's up, man? - What's
up, Boots? How'd that shit
sound?-Tight!-Like that there?

You wanna hear that back?

Yeah. Can you play it on
the big speakers here?

Yeah, I'll play it right here.
Alright. That's great.

Check this shit out, man.

Yeah, yeah!
I like that shit.

Yo, yo, Jess!

Yeah, we can cut that shit.
That shit sound great. I'm
ready to roll with that.

So what's up with you guys?

What's going down?

Hey man, we need to
talk some business, man.

Like that?
- Yeah, man

What's going down?

Some bullshit went down, man.
We need to fuckin' come up kinda
quick. Ya know what I'm sayin'?

We need to know if you
still got that C-R hook up.

Man, I was tryin' to
see if you motherfuckers
had some of that shit.

Damn, man!
So you ain't got shit, bro?

I ain't got shit. It's
like drought season out
in this motherfucker

Know what I'm sayin'?
- Fuck!

Ya'll don't know anybody
else ya'll can get
some of that shit from?

We got this one motherfucker,
but we kinda didn't wanna
call this fool, ya know?

But, looks like we're gonna have
to call that fool up.-Like that?

But ya'll can get some of
shit from him though, right?

Oh yeah, we can get
some shit. Okay, okay.
- So, what do you need?

Shit, a nigga need like
about three pounds of that
shit. Know what I'm sayin'?

For sure?
For sure.

I'll have that bread
for you tomorrow.-Hell
yeah. Know what I'm sayin'?

Hey, and if ya'll come up on
some of that bomb shit too, you
know a nigga need bomb all day,
every day, know what I'm sayin'?

Not none of that bammer
shit. Nigga need some bomb!

Man, you know we fuck with
that high-grade nade, bro.

For sure, you know
what I'm sayin'?

We'll hook up

tomorrow then, for sure.

For sure.
Alright.

Alright, Tay.-Boots.
- Alright, now.

(lips smacking) Hey,
watch your teeth.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Hello?
What the fuck is it?

Man, I thought I told you
not to bother me right now.

Damn (whispers to himself).
Hey, so did you get 'em?

Good.
I said, "Good."

- Hmm? No, not you
(whispers to girl).

I hope you didn't leave
any evidence though.

Fuck

Hold on.

Damn.

Now, what I want you to do...

is go down there...
- I am.

Hold on.
Not you, baby, shit.

But slow down a little
bit. I can't even talk
right now.-Mm, hmm...

Oh, man...

Anyway, just wait there
and when they drive by,

get those, chase those

motherfuckers...
and get them good.

Make it look like some
professional gang bang shit.

And don't bother me
anymore, man, Fuck.

Hey, don't forget to pick up
Chuckie on the way back.

Alright. Late.

Oh yeah, baby.

Ya know it's funny, I heard
about this guy who had his
sack pierced... - What..? 520

Fuck..!
- That's sick, huh?

You can get a bitch pregnant
in more ways,

shoot your butter four
ways.-That's fucked, man.

Funny thing about it, you could
fucking flip it over and use
it as a fucking cock ring.

Man, that's really funny.
Oh, shit Oh shit, shit,

Did I tell you?

That dude Stevie wrote me, the
dude down in Federal in Arizona.

Yeah?
- Fuckin'...

There's this dude on the
tier, his, uh, celli,
slings ink, right? -Yeah?

Everyone on the fucking
tier hates this guy, right?

So, he's gonna get
his celli to do

a big American eagle
with his wings spread, right?

- That's cool.
Fucking (laughter)

Wait till you hear what
happened. So, it takes like
three or four sessions.

Nobody tells him
what's going on, right?

Like a week, maybe a week and
a half later, dude ends up with

a penis, with fucking wings!

- Tattooed on his back?
Yeah!

Fucking, no one said shit to him
until it was done.(laughter)

Like, everyone on this
tier hates him, right?
So, fucking like,

He's got like six months
left, right? And they're
fucking with him, like

people walk up to him
in the yard and go
"Let me see your back."

He's like, "No."

(punch sounds) Beat the fuck
outta him, right?(laughter)

Even when he says "yes"
and he shows them his back,

they say, "That's nice,

faggot!"(laughter)

Man, it's so fucked.-Oh
my God (still laughing)

There they go!
- Ah, fuck, man!

Let's get 'em.

Show us your fucking
hands! Hands!

Get down!

Get him in the trunk!
Get him in the trunk!

Get in the fucking back!

In the trunk, now! Now!

Get the TEC-9!

Bring it over here!
Bring the gas over here!

Give me the fucking gas!
Let's douse this fucking thing!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Man, I hope you like your
burritos burned!(music plays)

Hey man,
how's your "jefita?"

She's doing good,
man. She's doing good.

That's firme. I saw
her at the market last
week, carnal.-Oh yeah?

Come in!
That's the homeboys, man.

Fuck. Hey, what's up, Santo?

Hey!-What's up holmes?

Man...
- Did you get the stuff?

Nah, man. It's drought season
in this motherfucker, bro.

As a matter of fact, them
vatos asked us for some, eh.

Yeah, motherfuckers asked
us for like three pounds
or some shit like that.

Hella weight, bro. Hella weight.

Damn, eh (sighs)

Looks like I'm gonna have
to call Indio up, man.

I thought you wasn't gonna
deal with that homeboy anymore

'cause you owe him some feria.

Yeah, but he's got the
quantities I need, eh.

Ya know, them vatos got the
feria for three pounds or what?

He said tomorrow, bro.
For sure.-Yeah, for sure.

Okay, this is what I'm gonna do,
eh. I'm gonna just call him up.

I know I owe him $1500,
but check it out. If I can
sell those three pounds

I know he'll still front it to
me, eh. - Tenga cuidado, holmes.
Alright? 582 00:41:40,832...
00:41:43,267 - Hit his ass

Give me the phone, eh.
Here you go, holmes.

You guys want a beer or
anything? - Nah, I'm cool, man.

I'm cool.

Indio yeah, what's up, holmes?
This is Dyno.

I'm doing alright, ese.
How you been?

Simon Well, check it out,
eh. I need talk some business.

One of my homeboys got
caught up with some stuff,
eh. He got locked up, eh.

I gotta find a way to
come up real quick.

Yeah, I know I owe you
from the last time, eh. I know.

Don't even trip, eh.
I'm ordering three
times as much this time.

I already got fools
waiting for it, eh.

Now you know I'm good
for it, holmes. Come on.

Hell yeah.

Alright, ese. 12 O'clock
tomorrow at the park.
Yeah, I know which one.

Sounds like a plan, eh.

Alright, carnal.
I'll see you at 12:00.

So it's all good, man?

Simon, eh. Tomorrow at
twelve, soon as we go.

It's all good, eh.

Besides, eh, if I screw him
over that vato will kill me.

Hey man, you want us to go
with you, bro?

Yeah, it's a good idea 'cause
I don't trust that vato,
you know what I'm saying?

Especially with his crazy
homeboy he's always with.

It's always good to have
somebody watch your back,
holmes. - Simon. 607

Oh, they just came and went.
- They just wanted some crank.

Did you dick 'em down or
what? - Nah, but we made
'em show us their titties.

For real?
- En serio, holmes.

We told 'em "You want some
of this shit? You gotta
show us some nipple."

- Damn!
- And they did.

- For reals.
Anyway, man

Me and Drew are gonna go
play some ball and shit.

Them hoopsters at the
court wanna play for
twenties. You down or what?

I'm down to go. I do not
want to play, but I'll
kick it with you vatos.

You want to go, Santo?
- Chale, holmes. I gotta
take care of some business.

I gotta go put some money
down on Duckie's books.

Let's all meet at the park
in about a half hour, man.

I gotta change and shit, so...

That's cool.-Alright,
man, see you in a half.

Orale, MichaelJordans!
Alright, bro. Alright
Dyno.-Alright,
Santo.-Later, bro.

You need a ride, holmes?
No, I'm cool, man. I'm
cool. Los vemos, carnal.

- I'll walk you out.
- Orale.

Hello..? Yeah, hold on.

For you.
- Tell him to hold on. I'm busy.

Hold on one second.

This better be good. Hello?

Oh yeah? When?

Twelve o'clock?

Tomorrow? At the park?

Eh, beautiful. Alright, well
thanks for the information.

Keep your ears open.
Late.

Who was that?
I told you, fool. Money talks.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

That was our mutual friend
from the dark side.

We got this motherfucker
right where we want him.

Damn, that's my brother,
always shooting blanks.

Shut up, Davina.
- Anway, what's up?

Remember my homegirl Lupe?
What's up, Lupe?

Anyway, I just stopped
by to tell you that mom's
gonna go to Auntie Jenny's

and I'm gonna spend the
night at her house, so don't
be trippin' when you come
home and I ain't there.

Shit, there better not be no
motherfucking vatos there.

Anyways, don't even trip.
I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

Alright.
Bye, Dyno.

Damn, fool. You're sister's
starting to look a little cool.

Do not even think about
it, you fuckin' maniaco!

Sick ass motherfucker.

Man, ain't that
about a bitch, man?

We just lost to some
motherfucking eighty and 651

ninety-pound Nigerian and

Don't trip, bro. Don't trip.

Man, I ain't even played
in like 2 years, man.
What do you expect, bro?

How much money did you
vatos lose to them anyways?

Fuck...
Forty bones, man. Forty bones.

I'm glad I didn't play.

That's alright, bro. I sold them
fools a dub sack and made all
the money back, anyway, bro.

- You sold them a
dub sack for 40?

(laughs) Hell yeah, man.
Them motherfuckers were
fiendin'. Straight up!

- Tweekers, huh?
- Yeah.

- Hey, uh, what are you
vatos gonna get into tonight?

Well, this motherfucker
wanted to go check out some
stripper bitches and shit,

but I just kinda wanted to go to
the house and chill,

ya know what I'm saying?

What place you gonna go to?
"The Nappy Dugout."

That place is fucking weak.
Man, I just got kicked out
of that motherfucker, man.
Grabbing some bitch's ass.

You can't grab titties
or nothing, man!

The tight spot is
that fucking place

right over the bridge, man,
off 101, uh, "The Brass Rail."

The dollar spot?
A dollar to get in, that's it.

No, uh, no drink-minimum
or nothing.-That's high-class.

Fine-ass bitches, fool!
Fresh out of high school
little baby-dolls and shit.

You don't gotta pay shit. My
fuckin' partner Duke, that
pervert motherfucker, you know
that fool.-(goofy laughter) Yup!

- He went there like four
or five days ago

and shit, got a half-and-half. -
What the fuck is half and half?

A suck and a fuck,
fool.(laughter)

Damn!

Man, that fool's a nut. How
much did he pay for that?

He didn't pay a Goddamn
thing. He just pulled up
inthere in a Range Rover,

told these bitches he's a movie
director or some shit like that.

How the fuck did he
get a Range Rover?

From that white bitch, man.
That white bitch he's seeing
from the hills, man. He
just snatched that shit up.

It's like her daddy's or some
shit like that. You know.

That fool's a nut he's a nut.

So what do you want to do,
bro? You wanna jam with us
or what? You wanna kick it?

Nah, man...

After what happened last night,
I didn't get too much sleep.

I'm hungry though, man. Let's
go get something to eat though.

Let's get our grub on, bro.
Come on.-Let's make a move.

Oh, fuck!

Hold on..!

I'm wiping my ass as fast
as I can! Hold on!(phone
rings)Motherfucker!

Damn!

State your business?

Who's this? Duke?

What's wrong?

What?

What? Motherfuck-
Oh, man! No! No, man, no

How, man? When..? Oh, man.

Eh, man, keep on, keep on
looking everywhere, bro.

Keep on sniffing them
fucking streets, bro.

Man, yeah...

Eh, give me a call
though, motherfucker.

You ain't got a Alright
get a pen, get a pen, man.

Oh, God...

867-5309.

Give me a call as soon as
you hear something, man.

All right, man. Alright.

Fuck..! Oh my God...

Shit...

Oh my God...

Hello?

What..? When..?

Damn!

Man, get over here
as soon as you can!

Fuck, man!
I don't believe this shit!

Twice in a Goddamn week! Four
of our fucking homeboys, man!
Four of our fucking familia!

Man, I'm fucking telling
you man, it's them fucking
putos from South Garden, man.

This shit's getting personal,
man. They fools want Vietnam?

We'll give them Vietnam
and Desert Storm,
man! Fuck these putos!

That's what I'm saying, carnal.
We haven't even had a funeral
for John or Carlos, holmes!

And now we gotta have
one for Never and Mike?

Man, fuck that shit! I
don't give a fuck no more,
man! We're killing these
fucking putos tonight, eh!

Hey, man, you call fucking
Santo, yet? - Yeah, that
vato's on his way, man.

Check it out, homlmes.

I know where these motherfuckers
stay at. I know where
his fucking bedroom is.

I say we go there
tonight, We kick down
the motherfucking door.

We smoke all his familia,
right in front of him,

and save him for last, bro.
- That's what I'm saying, man.

- Hell yeah.-We're gonna
handle it - I'm down for that.

I'm down as fuck, fool. -
Smash on 'em.-I don't give a
fuck about nothing no more.

- Smash him, man

Fuck 'em, man.
- Hell yeah.

Just in time, Santo

About to go get them putos
from South Garden, bro.

Chale, holmes.
- What?

- It ain't them.-Well,
who it it, eh?

I don't know, loco.

Word on the street is...
somebody looking for payback.

Somebody from your past.
That's all I know.

But who, man? All my debts
are paid for, carnal.

Are you sure?

Man, the only ones
Man, the only ones,

remember those whiteboys,
eh? The ones that got
E and Bugsy?-Uh huh.

I thought you took
care of that pedo.

I got the big one, eh,
but that little vato,
eh. He's still alive.

He's crippled though Last
I heard, he's hiding, man.

Like I said, man,
it's something personal.

Hey, bro, can I use your phone,
man..? So I can call my carnala?

Yeah, go ahead, holmes.
- Alright, bro.

I still think it's them.
- That's what I'm saying, man.

Yeah, is Davina there?
Yeah, eh, what's up?

Yeah... Yeah, everything, man.

Never and Tony.
Yeah, they got smoked.

Yeah, something's
going on, man...

I'm not gonna be able
to pick you up, though.

You cool to walk, right..?

Alright. Yeah, I'll
see you at the house.

Be careful, alright..?
Alright.

Alrato.

- Hey, holmes. Can you find
out, for sure, eh? I need to
know what's going on.-Simon.

We'll hook up in a couple
hours. I'm running late
for Indio already, eh.

I'm supposed to meet
him at noon, eh.

Alright.

Alrato.
Alright, bro.-Cool, man.

- You guys ready?

Mom, I'm still at Lupe's. Do you
think you can come pick me up..?

He had an emergency
so he couldn't come get me.

Well, he asked if I
could walk home...

Well, how long is
that gonna take you..?

Well, do you care
if I walk home?

Mom, I'm 15. I'll be alright.

Yeah, arlight. Ok.
I love. See you later. Bye.

Man, these dudes are late man.
Eh, what time is it, Huero?

Shit, it's already 12:10, ese.

Man, these dudes should've been
here already, holmes. - Hey,
man, who in the fuck is this?

Where the fuck is Dyno?
- Dyno sent us instead.

Well, I don't know you.
I only deal with Dyno.

I guess you don't understand
what the fuck I'm telling you.

Dyno sent us to take your shit!
Nah, fuck that!

Better drop the fucking
gun. You don't wanna see
Mr. Indio hurt, do you?

Huero, drop it, holmes.

Anyway, you're gonna deal
with us or you're gonna
deal with a hail of bullets!

Where's the shit?

Shit, man.

- It's all here, Casper.
- You stupid fucking whiteboys!

You don't know who the fuck
I am! You don't know what
I can have done to you!

Oh, I'm fucking scared. Look
at me shake. Dyno was right.

You get pissed off easy. - Fuck
Dyno! You're all fucking dead!

You're so fucking dead!
You're fucking dead!

Like this?(loud gun shot)
Fuck!

Indio! Man, what the fuck? -
Get the fuck away from him!
Get off him!-What the fuck
you doing, man?(cross talk)

Give me your money, too!
- Man, you're fucking up, man!

- Give me your fucking
money, now! - Man, you're
fucking up, man! You're
fucking up!(cross talk)-Here!

Is that all your life's worth?
- Man, shoot this motherfucker,

I'm tired of hearing him.
- Nah, fuck it.

Never shoot a man
when he's down on his
luck. Let's get outta here.

- Man, you fucked up, man.(cross
talk)Indio..! Indio..!

Hey, come hereAin't
you Drew's sister?

Yeah, and..? - I was wondering
if you need a ride or something?

Well I ain't supposed
to be getting into
cars with strangers.

I'm not a stranger. I play ball
with your brother. Besides, a
pretty girl like you shouldn't
be walking by herself.

- Come on, now. I'm sure
you get a lot of boyfriends

Anyways, I wish...

Well, I'm heading that way
anyway. I'm going to the
basketball courts. Hop on in.

Man, where's he at? I told you
he wasn't going to be here, man.

Nah, he's probably just
running late, man. We
need that stuff today.

It's only 12:30, bro.

- You got the
phone? Yeah.-Give him a call.

Alright.

Damn.

Hello, is Indio there..? Yeah,
this is Crooked, Dyno's homeboy.

I know we're late, man, like,
half an hour, but...

What..? No, wait! Wait!

- What did he say? That wasn't
Indio, man, that was Huero.

He said "You fucked up."
- That's all?

- He said "You fucked up." Then
he said "Tell Dyno he's dead..."

What kind of shit is that,
bro? That motherfucker
trips like that?

Man, give me the phone.

State your business. Oh, ok...
It's for you, eh.

- Who is it?
- It's your mom.

- My mom..? Hello

What?

When?

Is she there?
Put her on..!

Who the fuck did it..?

Are you sure..?

Oh, man. I'ma get this
motherfucker right now for you.

Just kick back, man. I'll be,
I'ma get this motherfucker!

- What happened?
Fuck, man!

This motherfucker raped
my sister, man! - Who?

- I'ma kill this
motherfucker, man!

Hey, fucking puto!
- What's up?

Why'd you do it,
motherfucker? She wanted
it, man! She wanted it!

Yeah? I want some
now, motherfucker!

- Oh shit!

Punk-ass fucking puto!
(agonizing painful screams)

Damn, fool! I can't believe you
just blew that motherfucker's
balls off!-Shit, that
motherfucker's lucky that's

Should have killed
his fucking ass, bro.

Chale, holmes. You
don't wanna end up back
in the pinta, carnal.

- Shit.

State your business...

Hey, what's up, holmes..?
Just another day in
the vida loca, carnal.

Oh yeah? Huh?

Another brother? I thought
he was in a wheelchair, man.

Oh he's got himself
a little crew?

Hmm, what's that
fool call himself..?

Casper? Great name
for a whiteboy.

Yeah, alright.
Let me write this down, man

I got a pen...

867-5309...

Tutone Avenue..?

Alright, holmes. I'll
hit you up after I take
care of these chavalas.

Hey, man, what whiteboy
was he talking about?

Jump on 101
and head North.-Aright.

- Santo found out who's been
giving us all this grief.

(sighs)

Damn.

You know that crippled
little bastard Chuckie?

That, that fucking whiteboy, eh?

Well, it seems Big John
and Chuckie have an older
brother, Casper, man.

He just came in from
out of state, put
together a little crew,

and they're the ones that've
been making our lives hell.

What..?

So what the fuck
we gonna do, bro?

Oh, nothing big, eh We're just
gonna kill 'em.-Yeah (laughs).

I'm down for that, man
- Let's ride on these fools.

Catch the freeway, man

I gotta take a shit.
- Thanks for sharing.

- Thank you.
- Move outta the way.

That was pass interference,
man.-Shut your ass
up. - Fucking cheat.

Hey, get that, Whitey.

- I'M cheating? -
Fuck you, dude, Niners
rule!-Motherfucker, I...

Oh, shit!
- Sit down, punk!

- He said "don't move,"
fucking peckerwood!

- Fuck you, spic!(bottle
smashes) - Stupid motherfucker!

Fucking punk-ass
whiteboy.(guns blast)

Fuck! Drew! Drew!

I got him, man.-Did you
get him?-I got him, man.
Don't fucking trip, man.

Don't fucking die on me,
man! Don't fucking die on
me!-Familia por vida-Drew!

So you're the one they call
Casper? - That's what they
call me, you fucking wetback!

Oh is that right? Well, guess
what? - What?(gun fires)

Now you really are Casper!

Hey Dyno, help me get
him up, man. Help me get
Drew up, man. We gotta
take him to the hospital

Help me get him up!(gun fires)

Stupid whiteboy!

It hurts (wheezes) It
fucking hurts (wheezes)

Come on, carnal. We gotta
get out of here, eh!(wheezes)

Come on! Come on,
carnal.(gun fires)

Don't ever cross a veterano.

Orale, carnal. You're
right. He was there.
How much do I owe you?

Chale, loco This wasn't about
money... This was personal.

Bitch, I said shut the
fuck up!(girl screams)

What about her..?

What? Oh yeah(gun shots echo)

Why'd you have to take
out his old lady? - It's
made me heartless...

Being heartless can
you get killed...

Eh, just roll me by the
cemetery. I'm gonna throw some
flowers on my daughter's grave.

Orale, carnal. Lo siento.
I feel you, bro. Eh, in our
business, payback's a must.

Simon.

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