Blaze You Out

(FOOTSTEPS)

(DISTANT TRAFFIC SOUNDS)

MAN:

Damn, Froggy.

You fucking

retarded or what?

- FROGGY:
He grabbed it.

- "He grabbed it."

- You shot him in the fucking face.

- So?

Look at

his hand.

Yeah, you shot

his hand too.

Grabbed it

though.

This is gonna make waves

for us, Froggy.

You know

who he works for?

(SNIFFS)

Always on everybody else.

All right.

We gotta bounce.

Jeez, it's all bloody.

Oh. Hey. I want you to

stash that shit, go home.

Don't talk to anyone else.

Okay, Froggy?

(KISSES)

You just gonna

leave him here?

Unless you have a magic bag

to stuff him in, yeah.

It's just another

dead hustler, homey.

And what about whitey?

(GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING)

# Oh lord, it's so

hard, it's so hard #

# when you're living

in the devil's playground #

# oh lord,

it's so hard #

# it's so hard when you're living

in the devil's playground #

# oh oh

# oh

# lend me a helping hand

# 'cause I've been treating your

heaven like a one-Night stand #

# I gotta pray more

# I gotta pray more

# lend me a helping hand

# 'cause I've been treating your

heaven like a one-Night stand #

# I gotta say more

# I gotta say more

# oh lord, it's so hard

# it's so hard when you're living

in the devil's playground #

# in the devil's playground

# oh lord, it's so hard

# it's so hard when you're living

in the devil's playground #

# in the devil's playground

# oh oh

# oh oh oh

# there's some man

that is starting a war #

# and I feel like we're

knocking on heaven's door #

# you'd better let me in

# I wanna get in

# there's some man that

is starting a war #

# and I feel like we're

knocking on heaven's door #

# you better let me in

# I wanna get in

# oh lord, it's so hard

# it's so hard

# when you're living

in the devil's playground. #

(DISTANT SIREN)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SOFT MOANING)

(SOBS)

When it comes

to her business,

My mama don't like

no publicity.

And what you did

was a big no-No, Ese.

Who has her money, Puto?

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Is it loyalty?

Que cute.

Brotherhood

and all that.

(GASPING)

- (SCREAMING)

- (SIZZLING)

(GRUNTING)

(MOANING)

That loyalty's a bitch.

Tell me who

your sidekick is

And no more pain,

Carnalito.

(WHIMPERS)

Oh please

please please.

Isaiah, Isaiah,

Isaiah.

Huh?

Say it again.

Donato.

What?

Isaiah Donato.

(SOBBING)

Okay, shh.

What am I gonna do

with you, Mr. Froggy?

You can't keep a secret.

And mama don't like

no Ratas.

Fucking rodents...

they multiply.

We can't have that.

No!

(GRUNTING)

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

You gonna kill 'em

tonight, Lupe.

- You think?

- Fo' sho'.

You gotta relax though,

for real.

Relaxing ain't gonna

get this place paid.

(SNORTS)

Have some fun

for yourself, Lupe.

I swear, you work

too motherfucking much.

Chill.

I got three words for you:

Watch and dream.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I'm doing just fine.

Just don't get

your fine ass

Knocked up by your

aspiring hustler.

What the fuck, man?

Why you gotta be

like that, huh?

(SOFTLY)

Fuck.

I just want

what's best for you.

(HUFFS)

Besitos?

C'mere.

By the way,

that's my shit.

Whatever.

Call me laters, okay?

Okay, whatever.

(CART ROLLING)

- Hey, Lupe.

- Kill anyone lately?

(CHUCKLES)

You hurt my sister,

I'll hurt you back.

I'm not gonna hurt

Alicia, Lupe.

Ever.

I'm just saying.

You've been warned.

Have fun at your gig

tonight...

mother hen.

That fate creeps,

Isaiah...

Either the graveyard

or the pen.

(JEEP IGNITION BEEPING)

- Babe.

- (ENGINE STARTS)

- (JEEP DEPARTS)

- Hey.

Don't worry

about her, okay?

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