Blood In, Blood Out (Bound by Honor) (Bound by Honor)

So what's the difference between East L.A. And L.A.?

It's a whole different country.

Hope it works out better for you here than in Vegas.

It's got to. It's home.

You're not gonna get anything like this in Las Vegas.

You got that right. I been dreamin'about these for 18 months.

- No, mi hijo. Como siempre. - Gracias. Eighteen months.

Say hello to your mother. And stay outta trouble!

Orale.

Hey, hey! Ç Cuidado, mi hijo!

Jesse! I'm gonna need a trim, homes. ¿Cuando?

- Manana a las once. - Orale.

Miklo, tell those wetbacks to step on it, or they ain't gonna get paid.

- Did you hear what I said? - I heard you!

Get their asses movin'. I got two more trucks on the way.

I'm already humpin' and you ordered too much.

That's 1,500 bucks of mud. Tell them to get it down, or they can pay for it.

Your mistake. Tell 'em yourself.

Don't ever take the side of the Mexican over your father! Just tell 'em!

- Fuck you! - You ungrateful little punk!

I'm the one that kept you out ofjail!

You love 'em so much, you can get the same thing they're gettin' paid.

- I'll get a man to run this group. - You son-of-a-bitch!

Find yourself another slave, Dad!

- You're through! - I'm goin'home!

You're fired! I'm telling your probation officer!

I wish I could have seen your father's face.

You beat him up.

Ay, Dios mio.

Ay, Miklo, he'll kill me if he finds you here!

Don't worry, Mama. He ain't never gonna touch you again.

- Not after what I done. - I know that cabron. He'll turn you in.

Miklo, come. Help do me up.

You know, if the judge finds out you're here, he's gonna stop my check.

I need that money. Whoo, baby, cold hands!

Oye, mami. En seis días, just six little days, bingo, I'm home free.

Ay, bingo. What's this bingo? What are you gonna be doing in six days?

Mi cumpleanos. June 28th.

My birthday, remember? I'll be off probation.

A birthday. Ooh, eighteen.

Que macho. Que macho.

Mami, mami, mami.

But to me you're always gonna be my little chavalito, huh?

Oye, I'm late. Beto hates to wait.

Hey, Miklo. You can stay with your Aunt Dolores, huh?

Come on. We'll drop you.

*

Shh, shh, shh. Hola, Luisa. Shh.

¿Dolores?

Ç Dolores!

Ç Ay, nino! Oh, so good to see you!

Ay, Paco. Paco, venga aqui.

Ç Ooi, ya cha-chai, ya cha-chai!

You're so tall!

- How long are you here? - Uh, I'm back for good.

- Your probation is over? - No, no. Uh, he's got a birthday coming up.

Look, um, I gotta go.

Dolores, Miklo's gonna stay with you for a while, okay?

- Why? - Because you have so much more room.

- - I love you, nino, huh?

Lupe, you may be my sister, but I'm tired of taking care of you. Grow up!

Look, I have tried to be like you. I can't.

- Your life would drive me crazy! - Ooh, orale.

- The Pillsbury doughboy's back in town. - Back for good, homes.

- ¿Que tal? - What's happening, man?

Thought you was never coming back, eh.

Hey, you know me. I always find my way back to East Los, homes.

You couldn't hang with your white boy daddy or what?

Paco, Miklo's gonna be staying with us for a while, huh? Make room for him.

Ain't no one share my bed and TV but a woman.

- This puto's staying in the garage, eh. - Oh, yeah?

You're not the rooster here, huh? This is my house.

Miklo's your cousin.

Take this electric bill over to Mano and tell him it has to be paid this afternoon.

*

Better keep the blankets over your head, pendejo,

so your fluorescent skin don't keep me awake all night. Come on.

Hey, check out this fucking "3 P", ese.

Since when do we let Tres Puntos get away with that shit, homes?

Big badass vato. 3 P ain't nothin'...

but a bunch of fuckin' paint sniffers who sneak in here at night.

- They ain't about shit, ese. - They are shit, ese.

Why the fuck do you come all the way back here?

'Cause you owe me five bucks, ese, and I came back to collect with this!

Fuck you! I'm gonna kick your ass, milkweed!

Come on, Jolly Green Giant!

I'm gonna kick your ass, milkweed!

Orale, mi hijo, this is Quetzalcoatl,

the great Aztec poet king.

He ruled the kingdom of Aztlan...

that was from Mexico all the way up here to Califas.

Sexy mamacita.

Pay attention, pelao. I'm gonna teach you all about Aztlan.

'Cause this vato's coming back some day to reclaim the raza's kingdom.

- Huacha! Eee! - Ah, parece, pero...

why do you put my initials on?

Because you help me, ese. We did it together, carnalito.

- - Hijo.

- Hey, Paco, what's up? - Chale, ese, you can't sneak up on us,

not with Luis's feathered watchdogs on duty.

- - Oye, el gallo negro looks pretty mean, ese.

I'd put some feria on him.

- Ç Orale! Ç Huacha! - Cruzito!

El Miklo. El Miklo Velka.

What's happening, ese? When'd you parachute in, milkweed?

Today, from Vegas.

High roller, ¿o que? Mira, papa.

- Miklo. - Ç Hola, Tio Mano!

- Miklo! What are you doing here? - Nada.

- How's your father? - Oh, he's, he's okay.

- ¿Ytu jefita? - My mom wants you to pay that.

No te tucha.

When you gonna pay your share?

Chale.

I'm on the K-Mart pay as you can plan, eh.

- -

You done anything about the Corps?

I talked to the recruiter, Bentley. He's waiting for you.

And take orders from a jarhead like you?

Forget it. I ain't with that party.

You may be my stepfather, but you ain't my commanding officer.

You eat and you sleep in my house,

and as long as you do, don't you talk to me like that!

Si.

Venga, hijo.

I wanna stay with Cruz.

- Have you done your homework? - Yeah.

In the truck.

Hey, take it easy on Mano, homes. He just wants you to work.

Hey, he's your dad, not mine. Let him tell you what to do, eh.

I'm just telling you, ese. You don't have to mad-dog me.

- Chale, it's a customer's ride. We can't use it. - That's bullshit.

Where do you want to go, Vegas vato?

- - Hey, Cruz!

Chale, I told you, we can't take that ride.

- Don't cry. -

All right, but this time we gotta go down Brooklyn and Whittier, ese.

Just like the old days, man. Remember when you were living at Paco's mom's house?

This dude was rotten, Holmes.

- He threw some mean bombs. - Chale, that's bullshit, ese.

No, really. You woke up all the babies in the barrio, ese.

Chickens couldn't lay eggs for a month.

You're the one throwing bombs. Elephant farts.

- Hey, do that baby on acid face that you do, man. - Oh, that's stupid.

- Just do it, ese. - All right.

That tree is East Los to me.

It's good to be home.

¿Que no? Hey, ¿sabes que, ese?

My paintings made it to the finals.

- ¿De veras, man? You really made it? - Simon.

In all of Califas, I'm still in.

- Orale. - Te aventaste.

They'll give the prize to you. You're the best.

- Not bad for a Chicano, eh? - ¿Que no?

- Oye, Cruzito. - ¿Que pasa?

- You still have your quills and inks? - Simon. ¿Por que?

Get down, James Brown. Put the needle in, huh?

I want my V.L. Tattoo.

Hey, take a look in the mirror, guero.

Does it snow in L.A.?

Does a white boy get a V.L. placazo?

No, he don't!

I'd have my placa now if the judge hadn't thrown me outta East Los.

Chale, you wouldn't have shit, milkweed.

It's some serious shit, homes. It don't wash off.

First sign of trouble, you'll be running back to your white boy daddy in Las Vegas.

Oye, vato, dejalo. Oye, Miklo.

Just wait 'til your number's called, ese. You'll get one.

...Folsom and Indiana, possible vehicle violation.

Fuck, man. I'm on probation, man.

- No te tucha. - Pinche jura. Always fuckin' with us.

- Cool it, ese! - I got it.

Hello, officer.

What seems to be the problem, sir?

Bumper clearance has gotta be at least ten inches.

- Oh, really? - You, in the car.

Registration, license?

You do this to people in Beverly Hills, eh?

Take off the glasses, please.

You look familiar.

You got a record?

Yes, sir, he's got a record. He's got a great record.

"The Black Rooster." Thirteen K.O.'s.

He's got a great right uppercut.

You, uh, used to train at the Boys' Club, didn't you?

Two years, second division Golden Gloves, 'til, 'til he broke his wrist.

- Oh, yeah, I remember. - See? Orale, vato.

- This your car? - Well, I just painted it, sir. What do you think?

It looks nice.

Listen, uh, just raise up the bumper a few inches, okay?

Like your uppercut, huh?

Thank you, officer. We will, sir.

Ah, it's all right, Joe. Let's go. Hey, you know who the kid was?

Pinche culero. Didn't have that fuckin' badge between us, we'd see who hassles who, eh.

- Shut the fuck up, ese. - Don't be using my boxing anymore, eh.

- Oh... - Don't be stupid. He's just trying to save our asses.

I let you put my hat off my head once,

but you better keep your fuckin' face outta my business before I put you down, milkweed.

Ya. Ya, vato. Come on, let's get this ranfla back.

You know it.