American Me Page #4

Hey, Montoya.

Homes, I got ya at

table eight over there.

- Orale, carnal.

- Orale.

Orale, carnal!

- How ya doin', Paulito?

- Fine.

Move over.

Hi, mama.

- How are you?

- I'm okay.

- How you doin', little one?

- Fine.

- Doing good? Drawing the pumpkin man, huh?

- Yeah.

Bus ride is hard for you, isn't it?

It's okay, Santana.

You know, your father wanted

to come see you, but...

something came up.

He couldn't make it.

Whatever, mama.

Santana, I brought

you something.

You know, when Jesus

was crucified on the cross,

there was a thief named Dismas

on the cross next to him.

He believed in Jesus and asked him

not to forget him when he died.

When Jesus died, he took Dismas

to heaven and Dismas became a saint.

I want you to wear it.

Let me see it, mama.

Mijo, let's put it on your brother.

Okay.

- Santana.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

You're not supposed

to pass items to convicts.

- But you see what it is.

- Sorry. That's policy.

He can pick this up with the rest

of his property you brought for him.

- You'll wear it, huh?

- I'll wear it.

Don't worry.

They'll give it to me later.

Don't cry, Mama.

I'm okay.

Watch out.

Orale.

Cheetah?

Take it.

Pie Face.

Pass the wire.

- Japo.

- Orale.

Watch it.

- Hey, homes, you got a visitor.

- I ain't seein'nobody.

Have it your way.

Pass the wire.

Orale, pass it on, ese.

Pass it on.

- Hey, vato, pass that wire.

- Just a minute.

Pinche, mayate.

What the f***'s going on, ese.

Pass that wire.

Orale, pass the wire!

Here you go, man.

Here you go.

F***!

Chow release! Let's go.

Let's go, gentlemen. Chow release.

Okay, gentlemen, let's go.

C'mon, move it.

Give him the uppercut.

He's going down.

That sh*t wasn't

even clean, man.

Let him go, Huero.

What's your problem?

- I paid for a full load.

- Don't worry. We'll take care of business.

Don't worry?

I'm sick, motherf***er!

- Make sure he gets what he ordered right now.

- Simn.

Thank you.

I f***in' appreciate that.

- Who copped his wire?

- Some f***in' mayate.

He's dead.

Make sure nothing happens

to these guards.

Orale.

Steve!

- Cover them for me.

- Orale.

They haven't started to kill each other

yet. They're still throwing sh*t.

C'mon, motherf***er!

That's right,

you f***in' son-of-a-b*tch!

Bring it on, then!

F*** you, you motherf***er!

You motherf***er!

- F*** him up!

- C'mon, kick his ass!

Your motherfuckin'ass!

Talk to me, baby.

Talk to me!

Dead dude burned somebody

for their stash.

- Colour wasn't involved.

- You sent the wrong message.

We can do this

any way you want, Doc.

One to one

from the chest...

Or we can all get down!

Yeah, we can all really

f*** this place up!

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