Blood In, Blood Out Page #3

Hey, f***in' kamikaze.

Miklo, wait!

Hey, pinche loco, man!

This ain't no pinche card game, ese.

Hey, life's a risk, carnal.

What the f*** is he doin', ese?

He's locote, homes.

- Don't f*** him up, ese.

- Milkweed's got some balls, ese.

Oh, he's gonna start

some pedo, homes.

- Hey, hurry up, ese!

- What are you in a hurry for?

You got a date or something?

Let the homeboy get down.

F*** these punks!

I'll come in here day or night.

I'm taking over this barrio.

Get down, Demon.

Throw that puto sign on these punks.

They can't bust a grape,

can't kick no dust. Sh*t!

Oh, no! Sh*t!

I'm gonna f*** you up,

you Casper-looking motherf***er!

Get in the car, Demon!

You crazy sh*t you!

Javier!

Sh*t!

F*** you putos, ese!

You oughta be ridin'

a tricycle, Spider!

Spider, puto, you paint our wall,

I'll paint your ass, ese!

Why you wanna bust up

our ride around, punk?

F*** you, Candelaria!

We're taking over this barrio!

- Try it, Spider!

- Now get outta here, punk!

Ladies and gentlemen, it, uh, gives me

great pleasure to announce...

the winners of the Los Angeles

City, Schools Annual Art Competition.

- And the first one

is from Lincoln High School.

- I told you.

Cruz Candelaria.

Come up here, Cruz.

So, Cruz, here's your plaque,

your award of honour.

And much more important

than this plaque, however...

I want to give you this,

which is your scholarship...

from the Los Angeles

College of Design.

May you have tremendous

success in the future.

Ow! Cruz!

I want to thank especially...

especially mi abuelito...

my grandfather, my father...

my stepmom, Dolores,

who I love very much...

y Los Vatos Locos.

Whoo! Viva Los Vatos Locos!

Poke him deeper, ese.

Make it last.

You want me to hold you down, eh?

Como crying!

Hey, Cruzito,

you almost done, man?

I need you to stitch my khakis.

This afternoon I got my prize,

ese, and now you get yours.

Hey, your blue eyes

are turning brown, ese.

Caquita brown.

This is it, ese.

No more going back

to Fantasyland...

and believing the cat

never catches Tweety Bird.

Chale, not here, ese.

You know it.

Now you home with us,

and defend the barrio.

- Vatos Locos forever.

- Forever!

Forever.

- Whoo!

- Forever.

- Baptize him.

- Listen...

- No, no, no, no!

- Hold still.

- Just calm down.

It don't hurt. It don't hurt.

- Ah.

- Hold still, eh.

Yeah, homes.

Another one, another one.

Hey, that was cool what you did,

jackin' up those jokers, eh.

Cool, eh.

Come watch this cartoon.

It's really funny.

Have some respect.

Ow! Not bad for a loco

from the barrio, eh?

Can you imagine?

Nobody ever went to City Hall...

Cruzito, you are

a lone stallion among mules.

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