In the Blood Page #2
( GROWLS )
( LAUGHING )
All right. All right, ease up
on the hands there, chief.
Here we go.
DEREK:
All right, babe.Come back here.
Come back to me, babe.
Okay.
Hey, forget that gringo.
You're dancing with me.
Relax, man.
Hands off my girl, all right?
Relax, man.
Just take it easy, man.
- Oh, okay, Derek.
- ( SCREAMS )
- Get the f*** off.
( YELLS )
You little b*tch.
- No. Ava, it's me.
- MANNY:
Let's go.DEREK:
Manny, we got to go now.
MANNY:
Come on,come on, come on.
All right, Ava.
You're all right. Let's go.
Let's go, Manny.
Come on, man.
Come here.
Come here. Come here.
Get in. Get in. Get in.
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
I'm f***ing tired of this sh*t.
I was just dancing
with that con la chavala esta.
MANNY:
Yo, what the hell?
I guess we're not going to that club
tomorrow night, huh?
You know that man
that you just messed with?
That's Big Biz, dude.
That's a f***ing
bad hombre, dude.
for you, girl.
You went crazy.
Like f***ing
ninja f***ing crazy.
Manny, Manny, let it go.
Drop it.
( SIGHS )
What the hell was that?
Huh?
I'm sorry.
MAN:
Best pieceof advice I ever got...
don't trust anybody.
You hard like your old man?
Hmm?
I got no problem with 15.
I like 15.
Sometimes the only way
to defend yourself is to attack.
Hold her down, God damn it.
You just want to be harder,
quicker, faster,
dirtier than the next guy.
You understand?
( SCREAMS )
F***ing b*tch!
Eventually you forget about
the pain, forget about the fear.
You remember the lesson.
You understand me?
- Too slow.
- Get back here, f***ing b*tch!
Most people have
a limit they won't go beyond.
You're going to learn
to go beyond.
You're going to learn
to go beyond the limit.
F***ing b*tch.
F***ing b*tch.
Somebody's going
to put you down...
you put them in the ground.
What time is it?
I don't know. My God.
- All right.
All right, I'll get it.
Coming, coming.
- Manny?
- Yeah, it's me.
Just open the door, man.
- Yo.
- What?
Big Biz from last night,
he's on his way over
with his boys,
and he's not coming
to apologize.
How could they possibly
know where we're staying?
I don't know. Maybe the taxi driver
told him or something.
Just get your sh*t on.
We're out of here.
Seriously? Where the hell
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