Veteranos (1998) Movie Script

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.

[Rap music playing]

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 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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