Mixed Blood (1984) Movie Script
- Business sucks!
- Yeah, everybody
stay in line.
- Your turn.
Hey you,
stay in place, man. Trash!
You want
the stuff, right?
- Yo dog, just
shove it, man.
- Downtown, brother.
I didn't hire
the limo to go downtown.
- Drive Alphabet
City. Sorry.
- You promised
this weekend.
- We had to
hire a stretch.
You know how
much these things cost.
- I should.
- Cancel it.
You have money?
- No.
Yes, of course
I have money.
Someone
around here has to.
" Meaning?
Nothing.
- Where's your
American Express?
They canceled it.
- Pssht. What
about your bank card?
You can go to the
nearest all-night machine.
- I forgot it.
- Pay cash.
- You have cash?
- No, that's
for Connecticut.
- All right. All right,
we go to Connecticut,
but first we go
down to the garbage.
- Wanna hit?
- Yeah, hit me again.
- What do you got?
- Shit man,
I'm over.
- I got twenty.
- Damn.
- I'm getting
tired of this shit.
This time they came
up through a tunnel
I didn't even
know was there.
They got a
whole day's supply.
- You should have
known about that tunnel.
- That's not
the point.
The point is,
this is our area.
We pay you good
money for this shit.
What the fuck
am I paying you for
if this guy can walk in
here anytime he wants?
- It's your problem.
- Fuck that, man.
You supply him and me.
Do something.
Lean on him .
- Or else?
- Or else you're gonna
have a war down here
and your drug business
is goin right into the toilet.
Make sure
that it doesn't happen.
- They mighta
got our supply,
but we got
one of their kids.
Take a
look up there.
- Well?
- I'm throwing
him off the roof.
- How old
is this kid?
- Don't worry.
He's almost fourteen.
- Do what
you have to do.
boy screaming)
- Check him
out, man.
- They got Bobby.
- What is
going on?
- Something threw
Bobby off the roof.
- He's dead?
- Really dead.
- Tell you we're
pushing Juan too hard.
- Where did
it happen?
- Right across
the street.
- They didn't have
to go and kill Bobby.
- They're dead.
- They'll not get
away with this.
Who do they think they
are dealing with here?
That spic scum.
Oh, oh!
Eh!
Oh meu Deus, meu Deus!
Voc viu, did you
see, blood?
- What the hell
happened to Bobby?
He knew enough
never to travel alone.
- Oh they must have got
him at his girlfriend's house.
She works
at night.
- All hookers
work at night.
Did he know enough to
lock the goddamn door?
- Not everybody can
afford a metal door.
- Get your clothes and put
on some clean underwear.
Suppose they took you to
prison with this dirty underwear.
- I guess you know
what happened outside.
- We can see.
- He was
one of yours?
- Yeah.
- Do you know why he
got thrown off the roof?
- We figure
it out.
You don't
know exactly who was
out there
then, do you?
- You got something
to tell us, Teddy?
- When Juan
loses his shipment,
how does he pay
his uptown supplier,
who is also
your uptown supplier?
- Thiago is going
to have Juan's area.
Understand that.
We can always
go to the chinks
for our supply, or even
the niggers if we have to.
- Listen, after we scrape
up that kid outside,
I don't think my precinct
wants to go any further.
They see
what's coming.
- Tell them
to go to hell.
- Toni, you know what we're
talking about, don't you?
- Rita doesn't think
we're making enough money.
It's up
to her.
- Just don't count
on me being around.
They wanna
move against you,
they'll assign me
somewhere else. I'll see you later.
- Oh, Teddy, you
know my daughter.
She had her first
bebezinha already.
The christening is next
week. Why don't you come?
Thanks, Rita. If
I'm not working, I'll stop by.
Bobby
- I liked
Bobby, I loved him.
A little bit
stupid but,
all of you are
a little bit stupid.
Eh! Too
many funerals.
I don't
like anymore.
Before I
did, but now,
I don't
like anymore.
I don't
like anymore.
- Not another
one of yours, is it?
- Yes.
There is a boy named Bobby
Hernandez that died this morning.
I see.
If you're bringing
the body today,
he could be
buried on Friday.
- Yes. Friday,
it's okay.
Let's get
it over with.
Well, and
do you intend to pay
for this
funeral too?
Yeah. What's a
first class funeral cost?
Well, it
could cost up to $4,000.
00f.
- But don't you want
your regular service?
- No, no, er,
this one is different.
Bobby was a
long time with me.
- Oh.
- Ah, I didn't realize.
- That include flowers,
things like that?
- Well, um,
some flowers.
May I ask
how the boy died?
- He fall
off the loft.
- Pobre muchacho, va
a estar bastante dificile.
If you want an
open casket, you realize.
- Do the best
you can. Okay?
- Hey buddy. When you
gimme one of those funerals,
I want red and green
flowers all over that wall.
- I'm afraid there is no
such thing as green flowers.
You know?
- Get em.
- Cater a
christening?
Hmm.
Lemme see.
Friday's good for
us. We'll do it Friday.
- No, Friday's
not good.
We got a
funeral that day.
- You want us
to cater the wake?
- Wake is Irish.
We are Brazilian.
- Okay, Saturday.
How many are you gonna
have at this christening?
- All the 10th Street
between C and D.
- The whole block?
- All the
kids, anyway.
- Kids.
So you're gonna
want ice cream.
- For dessert,
of course.
For dinner, we want,
eh, Doritos and dip
and rice
and beans.
- You want pastrami.
We got nice pastrami.
- Ehh, and
chopped liver. No lox.
- With bagels?
- What kind of
ice cream you got?
- The usual,
strawberry, chocolate.
We do a Cookie
Monster ice cream cake.
- We want
lots of beer.
- Brazilian beer.
- All right, pastrami, rice
and beans, chopped liver,
bagels, Cookie monster ice
cream cake, Brazilian beer.
Anything else?
- Esse Juan The
Bullet. The Bullet!
- We're gonna
kill him.
- Kill him?
Matd lo.
Funerals, funerals.
Kill him!
- How much'd
you say, my man?
- Five bags,
homie, til tomorrow.
- Hey, the son of
a bitch is hiding.
We'll find him.
Give to me.
Kill that bitch and take care
of my Thiago.
- Juan!
- What kind of cooperation
you got in mind, Hector?
You sit on your
fat ass up here
in your
fancy police station
and send squad cars to
round up some of our oldest
and most reliable
pushers, what for?
So you can look good in the
newspapers for a day or two?
Operation Pressure
Point. Operation Cleanup.
What is this
chicken shit?
City hall is trying to
flush us down the toilet.
Half of my profits go into
your pockets. And for what?
It used to be
beautiful down here.
We had abandoned
buildings, vacant lots,
shooting galleries
up to the cojones .
And now they started to
fuck up the whole alphabet.
- He means
gentrify.
- We're gonna have
co-ops on Tompkins Square.
Can you
feature it?
When the city says tear
down the neighborhood,
they tear it down.
- Oh yeah?
And where does
our business go?
When they start bringing too
much white trade down here,
they ain't
gonna buy from us.
- It's gonna take years
to clean up the alphabet.
- Tear down my
turf, fuck no, man.
Look, we got enough trouble
with the chinks already.
- Don't
say chinks.
- Let them try
to peddle their shit.
Spics will only
buy from spics.
- Like the Koreans with
those all night fruit stands,
open around
the clock.
Man, they
never stop working.
- So work harder.
- Listen, we got
regular hours, okay?
We got family to go
home to and shit like that.
We don't want to be
outside all night long
underselling a
bunch of Chinamen.
It's unfair
competition, man.
- I don't want
to fuck things up.
- What are we, some all
night bodega and fucking deli?
- I don't
want a war.
- Well, does
that mean that, eh,
we got some
police cooperation?
- You are not paying us
enough to start killing chinks.
Besides, they
are protected.
I don't want any
trouble with that
Italian who
runs Chinatown.
- Well, we
can't kill them all,
but maybe your boys
could give us a hand.
- The Chinamen
are not the problem.
It's the Brazilian
on Avenue B.
That's a
problem.
- Well somebody gotta
control fifth, sixth, and seven.
- But why
bring this guy in?
I didn't do it
for him. I did it for her.
- You said he
could handle it.
- I used to know her father
when I was a janitor.
I covered up when some
hooker ODed in his duplex.
When
were you a janitor?
- After I got thrown off
the police force, okay?
Anyway, he did
me a lot of favors
so I do him one and I
give his daughter's friend
the franchise.
I mean, what the fuck?
- But then she goes and
moves in some outsiders.
- Yes, that
was a mistake.
They
aren't even Spanish.
- How the fuck was
I supposed to know
that Brazilians
aren't Spanish?
- You lost another
shipment to this bunch.
You know you are
overextended, don't you?
- With Juan I usually deal
in credit. It's not my fault.
- This whore,
he's reliable?
- He's an animal but
yeah, he's reliable.
A prostitute?
- When he was a kid
sure, but now he's a pimp.
Drugs and whores.
- ls he addicted?
Who knows?
- Why doesn't Juan
take care of his guy?
- He's got a gang, they
can do whoever they want.
No one
gives a shit.
Why not?
- They're only
a bunch of kids.
Mostly
under fourteen.
- He sounds
interesting, this one.
- He's an arrogant,
fuck me son of a bitch.
We have to hit his ass
is what we should do.
- Maybe this guy has got
a future, I should meet him.
- He won't
leave the alphabet.
' Why not?
- His mother
won't let him.
- Well, how
old is he?
- Old enough, it's not that,
it's his mother, Rita La Punta.
- La Punta.
The spike.
Bring me this guy and
his mother too if necessary.
He'll
bring him around.
It'll be okay.
- Yeah, well if he can't
handle it, you handle it.
I don't
like it.
- Nah.
- Don't like it on
my skin, it feels dirty.
- You're
Portuguese, Thiago.
You don't want everyone
to think you're a spic.
Why don't you
use Color Charm?
You bleach it in and
you'll pass for white.
- Forget it.
Ooh! Business
is good today, huh?
- Yeah.
- Not bad.
- This should be
enough for now.
Don't waste
it. Use this.
- Heroin or coke?
- Heroin.
You know you gave
me bad stuff last week.
- That must have been the shit
we took from Juan The Bullet.
You can't
trust that spic.
- My girlfriend
almost died from it.
If her baby didn't
keep on crying all night,
they never
would've found her.
- Think she wants
to sell that baby?
I could get some
good money for her.
- Fuck no.
They'll throw us off the
welfare without that baby.
I just got ten grand
for a white baby last month,
out in
Jackson Heights.
That much?
Sure. And
it's in a nice building,
doorman
and everything.
- Well, maybe I
can talk her into it.
- Heroin or coke?
Coke.
- Heroin or coke?
- Coke.
See you around,
man.
You best tell your
customers to go home now,
or somebody
might get arrested.
- The fuck you talking
about, you nigger bitch?
- You
fucking asshole.
- What are you,
crazy or something?
You
fucking dyke.
Ehh!
- There's some
Black cop coming up.
- Don't
let her in.
Julie, move this
shit off of here.
You take the drugs and the
money through the tunnel.
Toni, turn off that
hair dryer, goddamn it!
Shit,!
- Ahh, some business of
a family nature, perhaps.
- Since when is Captain
Kenzo using jig dykes
for his
strongarm shit?
- Captain Kenzo's
got arrangements
with all your
trash down here,
and he means for
you to keep them.
Agreements?
My ass.
He doesn't care
what goes on,
as long as his slice
keeps coming off the top.
- Captain Kenzo's afraid
something might happen.
So's your drug supplier,
they want your son to come up
and see them,
talk things over.
- Thiago doesn't leave
Alphabet City, fat chance.
- You can always bring
him uptown by the hand.
- Look dyke, the
German should be glad
he's got
our business.
If he wants to see me,
he knows where to find me.
- Columbia,
that's the future.
- I'll need clothes.
- You have clothes,
you can go to boutique.
- New York boutiques.
What do they wear in
Columbia besides blankets?
- You shouldn't come
downtown. It's not safe.
- All the
more reason.
- Taxi.
- This place is a
goddamn bunker.
- Jesus, I own buildings
like this in the South Bronx,
but I burn
them down
before I let people
like this move in.
And once they break in,
it's not easy to get them out.
I can tell you.
- Shh, here she comes.
You the
old lady?
- She says
fuck you.
- Tell her that I've
come to get acquainted
with her,
to make friends.
- She says,
sit down.
Assholes.
Sorry.
- I used to know
you from the station.
You're a hooker, you've
been in a hundred times.
- I had all my shots
and I'm in perfect health.
Besides, that
was years ago.
- Tell La Punta that we've
come here on business.
- What business?
The business about
the Dancers intercepting shipment.
The business about a
kid thrown off the roof.
The business about
another kid with his hip shot
to shit in
the hospital.
- What she's
talking about?
- It's the start of
a war, a drug war.
- There are no drugs
unless I give them out.
- She says, "
don't know,
like oh yeah, says you,"
like that,
only longer.
- Perhaps I might be
interested in your son.
He
should come uptown.
Maybe one day he
can have more territory.
No.
whY no?
- My boy doesn't
leave Alphabet City.
We just want a
bigger piece. That's all.
- But you want
Juan's territory
- For a start.
- Jesus, I could bomb
this building into Astoria.
- Carlos sister was gang
raped by the Dancers.
Louis's left eye was shot out
and Julio's legs were broken.
And then there was
Bobby off the roof.
- Uh, let me talk to
this young man here.
Perhaps we can
work something out.
- Pueta, this woman
is one strong
son of a bitch.
Maybe we
should use her.
- Didn't you notice something
funny about the son?
- What about him?
- You can't
take him uptown.
He looks
like an animal.
- So what?
- He only does
what she tells him.
- Hmm.
You know, he does
have funny looking eyes.
I see you are
looking at my Thiago.
But he
looks at me as well.
He's
a handsome boy.
- He seems nice.
But tell me, are
these all your children?
- No.
Only Thiago.
The others
work for me.
You know they can kill
and not go to jail, too young.
Why did
you leave Brazil?
- The drug business
there is not so easy.
Here, we can make more
money with no laws to stop us.
Oh, I thought
there was some.
- No, nothing.
Only Juan The Bullet
stands in our way.
- Do you like
New York, Thiago?
- Very much.
Good business.
- I kept him in
Brazil too much.
His English is not
so good like mine.
- I'm sure.
- But um, he's
also a little slow.
- Oh really?
- Mmhm.
- I am
never sure
who was his father, but
perhaps he was not so smart.
- If we get
rid of the son,
the mother might
get scared, play ball.
so?
We got to find out
what the kid likes,
white girls
or spic.
Maybe he's got some
favorite place to eat.
It could be easy
to take him off in one
of the cuchifrito
palace on Avenue A.
One way or
another, we have to kill his ass.
- It could
be a problem.
- Can I ask you
a personal question?
- Of course
my dear.
We can
be friends.
- Why do you
live like this?
I mean
this place.
Surely you can
afford something better.
- I know it's not a
healthy life for these boys,
sleeping on the
floor in such a place,
but I make sure
that they take baths,
that they keep their clothes
clean and comb their hair.
And when they
walk down the streets,
everyone looks
and says,
"There go the boys
of Rita La Punta."
Not like the
other trash that works
and lives
in this toilet.
- And they
listen to you?
They do
everything you say?
- Always.
- Fuck!
- How dare you come here
and make a plot against me?
You filth!
- You watch
it, lady.
This is a
former member
of the New York
City Police Department
you're fucking
around with.
- I want my drugs paid, and if
Juan cannot pay, you will pay.
- Kiss it,
spic face.
- Kiss it,
motherfucking pig dog.
- See the shit we
gotta put up with.
- Filth!
- You're as good
as dead, lady!
- Fucking asshole!
(footsteps tapping
- What's the deal?
- Gotta talk to the
membership, Pepe.
- Later. This
one's been waitin.
- Jefe, I
gotta talk now.
- Stingray,
you're a bro.
So I'm gonna break from
my busy fucking day here,
but the
thing is--
- I gotta have your
ear and all the Dancers.
- The thing is,
there's business,
and there's
a bro in trouble.
All right, now I
want the club to know
that I ain't fuckin
off of my duties.
Am I right?
I mean, it's down by law that
the member's got top mouth
of every piece of
shit that comes in here.
Am I right?
- Fuck yeah!
- We're all shittin.
- Alright, keep
it tight ass.
I'll get
to you later.
- I got a
problem, jefe.
- Tell me, bro,
- I gotta drop
out the Dancers.
- Fucking what?
- My mom has
taken a vow of silence
not to talk to
me til I drop out.
She knows
there's a war coming.
- You're fucking
with me, man.
The Dancers need you
now more than ever.
I need
you, Stingray.
- All my brothers
and sisters too.
And my uncle and his kids.
Nobody talks to me, man.
I go home and, and
nothing man. Not a sound.
It's like I
ain't there.
- Sorry bro. You know
the penalty for dropping.
- That looks okay.
- Mm It's
a little...
It's nice.
- It's a
bit much.
- But that
looks cheap.
- I like them.
- I thought you
try to please me.
- Not always.
- Really?
Where you 2,01?
Out.
- Where out?
- Downtown, perhaps.
- Downtown?
How far downtown?
- All the
way down.
- Did you ever hear of
people getting fucked over?
- Lemme go.
- You're going into the
gutter, you know that.
- You're
hurting me.
They live in
filth, vermin, shit.
" Ohh!
the first of my
grandchildren.
Ah, if we're weren't
here, if we were in Rio,
we would dance
upon the beach
and get drunk for
three days.
- Hey Rita, do some of
that "call me river" stuff.
- Yeah, yeah.
Go on, go on.
- Ah! Okay, okay-
Ah!
- All right. I want a
gun check right now.
Alright, the marks
are Rita and Carlos.
I want
those fucks dead.
Thiago goes
first. You got it?
- Gotta
take a piss.
- Alright. The marks
are the main thing.
You go in,
you party around a little,
then you start shootin.
You fuckin guys
are so lame, man.
I mean, are they lame or what?
This fuckin asshole
breaks his leg, fucking around,
stoned out of his face, washes
his hands to take a piss.
Who the fuck washes his
hands, then takes a piss?
Only a no-brain spic
would do something like this.
- Why not let him piss
the way he wants to?
- I'm the one that
tells you how to piss.
- Oh, I'm so
glad you come.
- I hope I
didn't overdress.
I thought it was
a children's party.
- Do you
remember Thiago?
My daughter and
son-in-law, this is...
- Carol.
- Carol.
A new friend
of Thiago.
Ohh, beautiful.
And this, ohh, this
is the youngest of us.
- What are you
talkin about, Rita?
We should make the
fuckin Dancers eat it.
Rita, we're gonna cut the
fuckin skin off that Juan.
We're gonna chop up
his fuckin greasy balls
for nickel bags.
Okay, okay,
Rita. I hear ya.
We wait.
She says we go home and
wait. She'll be home later.
- That was the best
group I ever have.
- We'll make a memorial at
that vacant lot at six and C.
- Good.
- But we're not
gonna use DayGlo
because I'm sick of
DayGlo for these memorials.
- We use blood,
Dancers blood.
- Blood?
But it's so
hard to work with.
It thickens
up all the time.
What do you like?
Blood or spray paint?
- Oh honey,
give it a rest.
- So what's
your problem?
" Shut up!
- Okay,
Thiago. Sorry.
So you
want a beer?
- Go to bed in
the boys room.
- I ain't gonna
sleep with you?
- Tonight you
sleep with the boys!
- You sure?
- Yeah.
. QKBY-
You win,
Miss America.
- Aren't you
ever alone?
- Out.
- I can't go back
to the German.
He's mean.
He'll kill me.
- Just stay here.
- I didn't mean to cause
any trouble tonight.
Your mother invited me. I didn't
know what was gonna happen.
- Did you
like Thiago?
- Thiago, I think your mother
has the wrong idea about us.
- You stay with me.
You belong to a chief.
- You mean
like in the jungle?
- Don't make fun
of me, I don't like it.
- Sorry.
Ad
- Where is
Thiago, with Toni?
Tell him
I'm home.
There is too much trouble
downstairs. Keep a watch.
- Yeah, but who's gonna
tell the brothers and sisters?
God will tell
them. Also the cops.
- Don't worry, Rita.
We'll go to all the clubs.
We'll find
new kids.
- Your
brother-in-law is dead.
And most
of the Maceteros.
- They'll
pay for this.
- There will
be blood,
and we will have
new Maceteros.
Toni, what are you
doing in that room?
- Oh, I'm hungry. I've
gotta get something to eat.
Why did you sleep in there?
- Look, I need
a buttered corn.
You want a
buttered corn muffin?
I gotta go to the store.
You need anything?
- Milk and eggs.
- You mean
we're out of eggs?
- Answer me, I
asked you a question.
Rita look,
I'm sorry about Leon.
Oh yes.
- I'm really fucking
sorry, La Punta!
We'll have a memorial
for him and all the dead kids.
- There is only one
memorial, dead Dancers.
Why didn't you
sleep in your own room?
- Look, I've gotta
go. Milk and eggs.
- So,
this was
with you last night.
I come home and you
were in bed with this.
Answer me.
- I want
my coffee.
- But Rita, you
don't understand.
- So Ms. White Face, you go
behind my back with my boy.
- Thiago says,
I'm a... Macetera.
- A Macetera,
a Macetera.
Ha-ha!
She has had
the Apache line?
The what?
- Not for her.
- Oh, but
she must.
All winter, the Maceteros
must run the line.
- I thought you
invited me here.
- I will call
the sisters.
We'll give the
initiation today.
- Initiation?
- I say
no for her!
- Oh yes.
You must be whipped
into the Maceteros.
- Ugh! I'm longing
for a cup of coffee.
- Whipped, whipped!
Rita, calm
down. Don't get upset.
Thiago's a nice boy. But
that's as far as it goes.
I'm sorry.
Maybe it's
all right.
Welcome to
the Maceteros.
I
wanna kill a Macetero.
- Yeah. Why?
- I want to
kill Thiago.
- Thiagos
my business.
What's it
to you?
- Romero,
you get me?
That's my name.
- Yeah, so what?
- Thiago shot my
fucking brother
and he can't
walk no more.
- That Romero,
he ain't never tell
me he had a brother.
- I'm new in
this neighborhood.
I can work for
you, undercover.
- How? Gimme
some details.
How you gonna
take this spic off?
- Chain around his neck
while he's balling some bitch.
I'll get him from
behind, til his tongue
pokes outta his
mouth and turns blue.
- It's not
bad. I like it.
I like it.
You think you got what
it takes to be a Dancer?
I'm gonna
give you a shot.
But you fuck with
me or any of my people,
you're gonna wish
you never heard my name.
From now on,
your blood is our blood.
Your ass
belongs to us.
- Fuck him up.
Kick
him bro, kick him!
Crash him
up, man!
- Hit him, man.
Fuck him up!
Hit him hard!
Hit him, Jerry
Rock, hit him!
- Not the face,
leave the face!
- Hey, fucking
bunch of old bags.
Keep moving,
or I'll throw your ass right out.
The name of the
game is body movement.
I want you
to feel that.
I want you to feel your
balls hit your inner thighs.
And if you're a girl, make
believe you've got a pair.
And if you don't like
it, there's the door
and you
can walk.
Now freeze.
- What's up bro? I hear you
looking for new kids, man.
- Are these
girl working?
- No, but
they're ripe.
Dancers was
in here, man.
' They're
PaYig you?
- Tried to.
- We pay
you more.
Why's everything go
always when Dancer want?
- Fucking bitches.
- What's
going on here?
- I got a grant
from the city.
Yunno, this here
is a medley of song.
You know, rock
lyrics and shit like that.
- Oh, a medley.
- Yeah.
Kids learn to relate, you
know, through the lyrics.
I used to clear three
grand for this shit.
Now every penny I get, I
have to keep this crap going.
My drug business
is down the toilet.
Oh, what the fuck?
I'll see you, man.
What's
the matter with him?
- He's too old. We
need a young blood.
- Why?
- They're too
young to go to jail.
- Jos?
Gonna put me in a
lineup, like you said?
- Don't look
bad enough, bro.
- What the
fuck you mean?
- Just like I told you,
we don't want pussies.
- Maceteros suck.
- You just
pitched it.
- Check them out.
- Let's get
out of here, man.
- The fuck
you looking at?
- Who the fuck are you
talkin to, you fuckin faggot?
- Hey fuck you,
you piece of shit.
Fuck you, man.
- Ugh, fuck, man...
- Eh! Did you clean
the boys room?
- Yeah.
- Did you take
down the garbage?
- That's Pedro's turn.
- Pedro.
- I took it down yesterday.
- You take it down today
too, or no television.
- Do I have to?
- You heard me. Hmmph!
Not bad.
You
cut it too heavy.
- Three percent
is regulation.
- Three percent
my pussy.
- Did you take the
things to the laundromat?
- They don't take hundred
dollars bills at the laundromat.
- So move your
ass up to a bank
outside the alphabet
and get it changed.
Pedro, move
those mattresses.
Any luck?
- No talent today.
- ls this
Juan's cocaine?
- Yes. A gift from your
friend, the German.
Nobody at all?
- I wouldn't
say that.
Some guy completely
punched out Carlos.
- Really?
- I never
seen him before.
- How old?
- Fifteen, sixteen.
- He shares blood?
- He's hanging around.
- I want killers.
I want killers.
And I don't want to
lose anymore of my kids.
I need somebody we don't
care about to go after Juan.
- Mario will
use the chinks.
We should
stick to our own.
Get
the niggers.
- Only if they are
spics, never mix blood.
So you got punched out.
- He tricked me.
- Kid got fast
hands, killer I think,
- Assassino?
- I don't know. He's new.
I don't
like him.
- You don't
got like him.
What
kind is he?
- Indian,
mean lookin.
- We could put him
on Juan The Bullet.
You know I like to
meet all these types.
- You know I
wanna kill Juan.
- No, I don't want
anything happening to you.
I lost too
many already.
- Rita, you know
I wanna kill people.
I never been good
at anything else.
Just let
me kill Juan.
- No.
Even if you did kill Juan
and his whole goddamn gang,
you could
get arrested.
- Eh, so what?
- They put you
in jail for that.
- I don't mind a
few months in jail.
- I said no.
Jos , go
find this Indian.
- Ah, fuck.
- And don't
say fuck.
- Hey Pee Wee, I'm looking
for an Indian kid, and he's
an older guy.
He's about fifteen.
He was
around here earlier.
- ls Rita
getting desperate?
What, she sends you
out looking for business?
- Nah, this kid don't take
drugs. He's a fighter.
He's an ugly
son of a bitch.
- Yeah. The one
that beat up Carlos.
Try the
squatter's on 10th.
I seen him
hanging around there.
Hey, yeah.
- Yo. What happened
to the other car?
- They stripped it
to fucking shit, man.
I hadda
junk it.
- You know better not
to park your car here
when
you're dealing.
- From now on, I'm
dealing from the car, man.
I'm not
gonna leave it.
- Yo, I'm looking
for an Indian kid.
He got, it's like,
slanted eyes, a mustache.
He got
a red shirt.
He must be new because
he don't even have a coat.
- What kinda
shit is that?
- Fuck it, man.
Yo, what's that kid's
fucking name over there?
- Who, Comanche?
- Yeah, him.
- Stay away from him, that's
a mean son of a bitch, man.
Anyway, so
check it out.
And I said, "Damn,
you know like..."
- Yo, I heard on the street
that you're a fucking pussy.
- Comanche.
I like it.
You are
from this area?
- Used to be. I pulled
two years in reform.
- I don't even remember
you from two years ago.
- I was a kid.
You wouldn't notice.
- He lives on 10th
with the squatters.
- Oh, it's terrible.
Bug, filth, cold.
- I got hot water
and everything.
- Ehh, it's not
good for a young boy.
You take drugs?
If you take drugs,
you don't work for us.
I run a clean house. No
drug trash for the Maceteros.
- Not me.
- Where's your family?
- They move to Williamsburg.
- We'll give
you a test.
- Apache line?
- Huh, no.
- For this boy,
a special job,
- After that test, we're gonna
send you out with your girl.
- By Friday
I'll have five.
- Don't talk back to
me. I don't like it.
Do you know
Juan The Bullet?
- Heard of him.
- If you have
cojones like you said,
we're gonna
give you Juan.
Hey Jos,
you think you can get
Thiago to take
us out somewhere?
- Where?
- I don't know.
What do you do
for fun around here?
- Go drink beer
on Avenue D.
Break someone's
teeth and go party.
- There are
parties around here?
- There's parties
all over the alphabet.
- So what
are they like?
- Drink more beer, break
somebody's head, then go home.
- So fucking boring,
you could puke and die.
- It's true.
- But at least
they don't take drugs.
Rita sees
to that.
- Yeah, Rita sees
to a lot of things.
- We have to keep
looking to find more kids.
Don't
you ever take a break?
Why should I?
- Don't you have any like
nightclubs or restaurants
around here?
- Yeah, they've got lots
of clubs, like the Negrito.
- What's that?
- Reggae, marimba,
disco, break and rap.
But mostly
it's Black.
But that's okay because
they're spics like us.
- Spanish Negroes,
sounds like fun.
- Oh, it's really only a
toilet where they sell drugs.
Rita doesn't
want Thiago
and all the kids hangin
around places like that.
- And Thiago always does
what Mommy wants, right?
- Everything
mommy wants.
Isn't that
right, Thiago?
- That's right.
- Come on. Just outside
the alphabet on third,
there's this place
called Cabin in the Sky.
Have you
ever heard of it?
- I don't
leave the alphabet.
- Thiago, come on.
You can't go on being
afraid of Rita all your life.
No wonder she
thinks you're slow.
- What do
you mean?
- Are you crazy?
She doesn't want
him outside of this area.
- Well, it's high time
he started to grow up
and think
for himself.
Anyway, what she
doesn't know won't hurt her.
- Why did you say I'm
slow? I don't like that.
Let's go.
- You're out of your
fucking mind, lady.
- Three white wines.
You have any ID?
- Fuck that shit.
Who painted that spooky
shit over there on the wall?
- I did. Why,
you don't like it?
- It's alright.
- This place too
clean, I don't like it.
- It's fun in
the evening.
- Maybe it's
not safe at night.
If you can protect
yourself from the alphabet,
you can protect
yourself anywhere.
- That's true.
- You know Thiago, you ought
to get some different clothes.
- Do you think?
- Yeah. You've got
money, don't you?
- I have a
lot of money.
- You ought to, you're
in the right business.
- I know.
- So what are you gonna
do with all that money?
- Give it to
my mother.
- You can't give it
all to your mother.
- What do your friend
do with all his money?
You
mean the German?
- Yes, him.
Beats me.
He's always
in over his head.
- Thiago likes you.
- How can
you tell?
- Just a guess.
- Well, I wouldn't
mind a little fling
with Thiago in the
Caribbean for a week or two,
but somehow I don't think
his mommy would like it. Do you?
She's a
funny woman, that Rita.
- Go with
me to live?
Are
you serious?
- Why not?
- You mean you'd
leave your mother?
- If I wanna
go, I go.
Rita doesn't tell
me what to do.
' Everybody down!
- Toni, she told me you took
my boy outside the alphabet
after
I say no.
It was not a
good thing, Carol.
Can't lock
him up forever, Rita.
- You see we
lost another boy.
You should have told me
Thiago why we're going.
- We're
going to Rio.
- We can't go
to Rio now, Thiago.
- Not you,
it's me and her.
-Ohhoho,
I see.
I understand.
- It's not
my idea.
- No, it's
good. It's good.
New York
is not safe.
I have many
friends in Rio.
- I can't go
traveling anyway.
Left most of my
clothes with the German.
- Thiago has money and
we'll go shopping. Eh?
I know a nice store. Very
nice clothes for holiday.
We'll go
together. You and I.
Okay?
- When the war
will stop, okay.
You can
have his territory.
The drugs you stole,
I've already got as
an investment
at fifteen percent
and Juan The
Bullet will die.
- One more thing.
- Yes.
- This bitch you
brought to my place.
This with the white
hair and white face
and white skin
and white lips.
- What about her?
- You'll take her off.
She's trouble for my Thiago.
- You have
my word.
- Tomorrow we'll
be at Menudo Store
on Second
Avenue.
You know it?
- No. You?
- Sure? It's
a bubblegum
rock n roll
store for the spics.
Everybody knows it.
- And if Thiago doesn't
like it, what then?
- I have
many boys.
This Carol is poison
for all the Maceteros.
Thiago will
see and forget.
- I can arrange it
with the pony boys
from 13th
Street and Avenue A.
- Done. Done.
Did you see Carmen Miranda
in "Holiday In Havana?"
- I'm not sure,
uh, probably.
- She was great.
- This woman. Why
she never stop smiling?
- Why should she?
She was the Abraham
Lincoln of Brazil.
And she
knew it.
Nice clothes,
pretty colors.
Don't you
think, Carol?
Hmm?
- Yeah.
- I will buy for
all the boys.
Oh, this.
Beautiful for you.
You like it?
- Mm, it's nice.
- Nice.
- Maybe a different color though.
- No, no.
This color is good for
your hair, for your skin.
...is beautiful.
Oh, the
Menudos. Nice boys.
- Rita.
Remember Johnny?
- Johnny?
Oh, no.
Old Menudo.
Qhh!
M8uel!
Miguel
Oh, he was my
favorite. Miguel.
They
lost Miguel.
They lose
many boys, like me.
Do you
know, Carol?
Miguel came
here in this store
and signed with
his own letters.
Oh really?
- Right there
in that wall.
His little name.
Let's go, Carol.
- Ready?
- Hit me.
- Rita La Puta.
- La puta tua
me. La Punta.
- You know me?
- Yeah.
Puerto
Rican scum!
- Now I'm gonna show you why
they call me Juan the Bullet.
Hm, I wouldn't waste your
blood in a kiddie store.
I got bigger plans for
you and that white bitch.
- You let
this happen?
- I tried to
stop the fuckers.
Look at
this shit!
- Who was it,
Juan The Bullet?
- Who else wants to kill
your crazy old mother?
They're gonna
cut her pussy out,
send it to you
by Federal Express.
- Jesus Christ, right
in the Menudo store,
that's fucking sick.
We gotta
get him.
- No, we wait.
They
got our old ladies.
- I say
we wait!
- The fuck.
- Double
cross, fuckhead!
Yes?
Yes?
This was
not the deal.
This bitch
was the deal.
- There's no deal.
You, La Punta, don't
interest me anymore.
You are finished.
And when your
idiot son comes
for his blonde tramp,
I will have him too.
- Whore!
You made
this happen!
- Thiago is
not too bright,
but he's not stupid
enough to walk into your trap.
Not for
me anyway.
- Then he'll comes for
his mother. He's away.
I clean house and
no more competition.
- Get me a
drink, would you?
Not
anymore, Carol.
- Why don't you
suck on this, bitch?
- No, I may need
to keep it alive.
- Then why don't we send
Thiago a little present?
Move it!
- You want the
white bitch, fuckhead?
You want
your mama too?
Then come
get the bitches!
What's
the note say?
- They got Rita and
Carol at the Singing Knife.
- Hey, that's
Juan's club.
Gonna cut
their throats tonight.
- Don't tell
his mother.
- Ayudame
por favor.
Muchas gracias,
muchas gracias.
Goddammit!
- Oh, fuck!
Thiago! Juan The Bullet!
- Hey, chain
that bitch up!
- [Pendejal
Yeah, chain me
with the.
- Goddamn, that's
one mean old bitch.
- You fool.
You might
have to kill her.
- I told you, don't
worry about it.
If he don't come for her,
he'll come for the blonde pussy.
- He'd better for
one of the bitches.
- Fuck you.
- Asshole.
- Listen, my son's confirmation
is early in the morning.
When is this
shit gonna happen?
- Got somebody to
bring Thiago around back.
We're gonna
blow him away.
- Yeah? I am
mucho impressed.
- Yeah. So why
don't you go home
to your kid, you know,
have him confirmated.
Play with his
electric trains, you know,
wipe his
little culito .
You're jealous, man.
- Jealous my dick.
- The master
Dancers, shit.
All you is
is a gang.
My turf
is my family.
Responsible people.
- We got
family, man.
- Where?
I don't see your mothers
or your grandmothers.
You don't go
to confession.
You don't get elected
to the block association.
I don't see you yelling to
your kids in Thompson Square.
- Hey, we party, man. We
got bitches for that shit.
- That ain't
family, Bullet.
Get off my head, man.
- Oh, it's
ten o'clock.
Do you know
where your kids are?
- I don't even know who
the fuck my kids are, man.
So fuck off.
- Listen, fuck you.
You just tell me when
the shit is all over. Okay?
- Nobody take a
Macetero lady and leave.
- I know how to get into
the Dancers headquarters.
Through the back
there's a tunnel.
- Yeah, I'll stick this
up your fucking tunnel.
- Talk
- There's this tunnel
in the next building.
- I don't
trust this Indian.
- Hey, I got a
bullet for this one.
- Yeah. And
they got Rita.
- I didn't
fucking know.
She didn't say she was
gonna leave the alphabet.
Then we run uptown
into this pussy store.
- Menudo's
ain't no pussy.
- Me and Herman
weren't even armed.
- Why do you
go out of town?
- We were with just a
bunch of girls shopping
and then they run into the
store, a children's store
for Christ's sakes.
- I don't
trust him.
- Okay, I
go alone.
- You can't take that,
it only has six bullets.
There's more at
the fucking door.
- So I
take two.
- We can't
back you so fuck it.
Forget the bitches
and let me come.
- You can't go, Rita doesn't
want you to get hurt.
I got this
and the Indian.
- Over there.
- You go first.
- I ain't armed.
I can't shoot,
I'm wounded.
- I'd put a bullet in your
brain, but you don't have one.
So I'm gonna start at your
feet and a shot for your ankles
and one for
each of your knees.
You listening to
me, punk?
We knew you were
gonna show up here.
We knew because
your mother set you up.
She wants you out
of the way, Thiago.
- You lie
on your face.
- Seems you're
too dumb for her.
She needs
new blood.
Take it
in, punk.
- You
are a liar.
She went to and
she set up the whole thing.
"Isrrl
- She went to the
German. She set it up.
You see this blonde bitch is
a bone in old Rita's throat.
- Watch it.
- She knew you'd
come after her.
- You shouldn't have
taken it seriously, Rita.
I had nothing
against you.
- What do
you mean?
- I kind of
admired you,
the way you got
everything your own way.
I think I even
wanted to be like you.
Only blonde.
- Bitch, whore!
- You're wasting
your breath, Rita.
- You are a
white hair, pink eye,
rota da putu.
- I heard you
the first time.
- Whore!
- Are you enjoying
this, German?
" Shut up!
- You gave the
orders, La Punta.
- He's
lying, Thiago,
your mother only
wanted me outta the way.
She didn't wanna kill you.
They double crossed her.
- Don't interfere
anymore, you bitch.
- I said
shut up!
- Get that spics
ass against the wall.
Take one last look at her,
man, cause she's gonna die.
Whore, slut!
- Anybody
got any gum?
Get it over with.
- Rita?
You hate
that slut.
- Yes.
- She took
your little boy.
- Yes.
- Shoot her.
- Yes.
- Kill her.
- I want to
kill that bitch.
- This is for
you, fucker.
- I must
look like hell.
- Thiago.
- Juan!
The German
went out the front.
- Thiago, you don't
believe what was said.
DO you?
No. I never
betray you,
only that
bitch Carol.
Even she
said it.
But she
was a tramp.
Not good
enough for my boy.
You understand?
Yes?
Yes.
You must always do what your
mother says. You hear me?
Always.
It will be like it was
before when we were in Rio,
and you
were my baby.
Do you
remember?
Ay. . .
- Yeah, everybody
stay in line.
- Your turn.
Hey you,
stay in place, man. Trash!
You want
the stuff, right?
- Yo dog, just
shove it, man.
- Downtown, brother.
I didn't hire
the limo to go downtown.
- Drive Alphabet
City. Sorry.
- You promised
this weekend.
- We had to
hire a stretch.
You know how
much these things cost.
- I should.
- Cancel it.
You have money?
- No.
Yes, of course
I have money.
Someone
around here has to.
" Meaning?
Nothing.
- Where's your
American Express?
They canceled it.
- Pssht. What
about your bank card?
You can go to the
nearest all-night machine.
- I forgot it.
- Pay cash.
- You have cash?
- No, that's
for Connecticut.
- All right. All right,
we go to Connecticut,
but first we go
down to the garbage.
- Wanna hit?
- Yeah, hit me again.
- What do you got?
- Shit man,
I'm over.
- I got twenty.
- Damn.
- I'm getting
tired of this shit.
This time they came
up through a tunnel
I didn't even
know was there.
They got a
whole day's supply.
- You should have
known about that tunnel.
- That's not
the point.
The point is,
this is our area.
We pay you good
money for this shit.
What the fuck
am I paying you for
if this guy can walk in
here anytime he wants?
- It's your problem.
- Fuck that, man.
You supply him and me.
Do something.
Lean on him .
- Or else?
- Or else you're gonna
have a war down here
and your drug business
is goin right into the toilet.
Make sure
that it doesn't happen.
- They mighta
got our supply,
but we got
one of their kids.
Take a
look up there.
- Well?
- I'm throwing
him off the roof.
- How old
is this kid?
- Don't worry.
He's almost fourteen.
- Do what
you have to do.
boy screaming)
- Check him
out, man.
- They got Bobby.
- What is
going on?
- Something threw
Bobby off the roof.
- He's dead?
- Really dead.
- Tell you we're
pushing Juan too hard.
- Where did
it happen?
- Right across
the street.
- They didn't have
to go and kill Bobby.
- They're dead.
- They'll not get
away with this.
Who do they think they
are dealing with here?
That spic scum.
Oh, oh!
Eh!
Oh meu Deus, meu Deus!
Voc viu, did you
see, blood?
- What the hell
happened to Bobby?
He knew enough
never to travel alone.
- Oh they must have got
him at his girlfriend's house.
She works
at night.
- All hookers
work at night.
Did he know enough to
lock the goddamn door?
- Not everybody can
afford a metal door.
- Get your clothes and put
on some clean underwear.
Suppose they took you to
prison with this dirty underwear.
- I guess you know
what happened outside.
- We can see.
- He was
one of yours?
- Yeah.
- Do you know why he
got thrown off the roof?
- We figure
it out.
You don't
know exactly who was
out there
then, do you?
- You got something
to tell us, Teddy?
- When Juan
loses his shipment,
how does he pay
his uptown supplier,
who is also
your uptown supplier?
- Thiago is going
to have Juan's area.
Understand that.
We can always
go to the chinks
for our supply, or even
the niggers if we have to.
- Listen, after we scrape
up that kid outside,
I don't think my precinct
wants to go any further.
They see
what's coming.
- Tell them
to go to hell.
- Toni, you know what we're
talking about, don't you?
- Rita doesn't think
we're making enough money.
It's up
to her.
- Just don't count
on me being around.
They wanna
move against you,
they'll assign me
somewhere else. I'll see you later.
- Oh, Teddy, you
know my daughter.
She had her first
bebezinha already.
The christening is next
week. Why don't you come?
Thanks, Rita. If
I'm not working, I'll stop by.
Bobby
- I liked
Bobby, I loved him.
A little bit
stupid but,
all of you are
a little bit stupid.
Eh! Too
many funerals.
I don't
like anymore.
Before I
did, but now,
I don't
like anymore.
I don't
like anymore.
- Not another
one of yours, is it?
- Yes.
There is a boy named Bobby
Hernandez that died this morning.
I see.
If you're bringing
the body today,
he could be
buried on Friday.
- Yes. Friday,
it's okay.
Let's get
it over with.
Well, and
do you intend to pay
for this
funeral too?
Yeah. What's a
first class funeral cost?
Well, it
could cost up to $4,000.
00f.
- But don't you want
your regular service?
- No, no, er,
this one is different.
Bobby was a
long time with me.
- Oh.
- Ah, I didn't realize.
- That include flowers,
things like that?
- Well, um,
some flowers.
May I ask
how the boy died?
- He fall
off the loft.
- Pobre muchacho, va
a estar bastante dificile.
If you want an
open casket, you realize.
- Do the best
you can. Okay?
- Hey buddy. When you
gimme one of those funerals,
I want red and green
flowers all over that wall.
- I'm afraid there is no
such thing as green flowers.
You know?
- Get em.
- Cater a
christening?
Hmm.
Lemme see.
Friday's good for
us. We'll do it Friday.
- No, Friday's
not good.
We got a
funeral that day.
- You want us
to cater the wake?
- Wake is Irish.
We are Brazilian.
- Okay, Saturday.
How many are you gonna
have at this christening?
- All the 10th Street
between C and D.
- The whole block?
- All the
kids, anyway.
- Kids.
So you're gonna
want ice cream.
- For dessert,
of course.
For dinner, we want,
eh, Doritos and dip
and rice
and beans.
- You want pastrami.
We got nice pastrami.
- Ehh, and
chopped liver. No lox.
- With bagels?
- What kind of
ice cream you got?
- The usual,
strawberry, chocolate.
We do a Cookie
Monster ice cream cake.
- We want
lots of beer.
- Brazilian beer.
- All right, pastrami, rice
and beans, chopped liver,
bagels, Cookie monster ice
cream cake, Brazilian beer.
Anything else?
- Esse Juan The
Bullet. The Bullet!
- We're gonna
kill him.
- Kill him?
Matd lo.
Funerals, funerals.
Kill him!
- How much'd
you say, my man?
- Five bags,
homie, til tomorrow.
- Hey, the son of
a bitch is hiding.
We'll find him.
Give to me.
Kill that bitch and take care
of my Thiago.
- Juan!
- What kind of cooperation
you got in mind, Hector?
You sit on your
fat ass up here
in your
fancy police station
and send squad cars to
round up some of our oldest
and most reliable
pushers, what for?
So you can look good in the
newspapers for a day or two?
Operation Pressure
Point. Operation Cleanup.
What is this
chicken shit?
City hall is trying to
flush us down the toilet.
Half of my profits go into
your pockets. And for what?
It used to be
beautiful down here.
We had abandoned
buildings, vacant lots,
shooting galleries
up to the cojones .
And now they started to
fuck up the whole alphabet.
- He means
gentrify.
- We're gonna have
co-ops on Tompkins Square.
Can you
feature it?
When the city says tear
down the neighborhood,
they tear it down.
- Oh yeah?
And where does
our business go?
When they start bringing too
much white trade down here,
they ain't
gonna buy from us.
- It's gonna take years
to clean up the alphabet.
- Tear down my
turf, fuck no, man.
Look, we got enough trouble
with the chinks already.
- Don't
say chinks.
- Let them try
to peddle their shit.
Spics will only
buy from spics.
- Like the Koreans with
those all night fruit stands,
open around
the clock.
Man, they
never stop working.
- So work harder.
- Listen, we got
regular hours, okay?
We got family to go
home to and shit like that.
We don't want to be
outside all night long
underselling a
bunch of Chinamen.
It's unfair
competition, man.
- I don't want
to fuck things up.
- What are we, some all
night bodega and fucking deli?
- I don't
want a war.
- Well, does
that mean that, eh,
we got some
police cooperation?
- You are not paying us
enough to start killing chinks.
Besides, they
are protected.
I don't want any
trouble with that
Italian who
runs Chinatown.
- Well, we
can't kill them all,
but maybe your boys
could give us a hand.
- The Chinamen
are not the problem.
It's the Brazilian
on Avenue B.
That's a
problem.
- Well somebody gotta
control fifth, sixth, and seven.
- But why
bring this guy in?
I didn't do it
for him. I did it for her.
- You said he
could handle it.
- I used to know her father
when I was a janitor.
I covered up when some
hooker ODed in his duplex.
When
were you a janitor?
- After I got thrown off
the police force, okay?
Anyway, he did
me a lot of favors
so I do him one and I
give his daughter's friend
the franchise.
I mean, what the fuck?
- But then she goes and
moves in some outsiders.
- Yes, that
was a mistake.
They
aren't even Spanish.
- How the fuck was
I supposed to know
that Brazilians
aren't Spanish?
- You lost another
shipment to this bunch.
You know you are
overextended, don't you?
- With Juan I usually deal
in credit. It's not my fault.
- This whore,
he's reliable?
- He's an animal but
yeah, he's reliable.
A prostitute?
- When he was a kid
sure, but now he's a pimp.
Drugs and whores.
- ls he addicted?
Who knows?
- Why doesn't Juan
take care of his guy?
- He's got a gang, they
can do whoever they want.
No one
gives a shit.
Why not?
- They're only
a bunch of kids.
Mostly
under fourteen.
- He sounds
interesting, this one.
- He's an arrogant,
fuck me son of a bitch.
We have to hit his ass
is what we should do.
- Maybe this guy has got
a future, I should meet him.
- He won't
leave the alphabet.
' Why not?
- His mother
won't let him.
- Well, how
old is he?
- Old enough, it's not that,
it's his mother, Rita La Punta.
- La Punta.
The spike.
Bring me this guy and
his mother too if necessary.
He'll
bring him around.
It'll be okay.
- Yeah, well if he can't
handle it, you handle it.
I don't
like it.
- Nah.
- Don't like it on
my skin, it feels dirty.
- You're
Portuguese, Thiago.
You don't want everyone
to think you're a spic.
Why don't you
use Color Charm?
You bleach it in and
you'll pass for white.
- Forget it.
Ooh! Business
is good today, huh?
- Yeah.
- Not bad.
- This should be
enough for now.
Don't waste
it. Use this.
- Heroin or coke?
- Heroin.
You know you gave
me bad stuff last week.
- That must have been the shit
we took from Juan The Bullet.
You can't
trust that spic.
- My girlfriend
almost died from it.
If her baby didn't
keep on crying all night,
they never
would've found her.
- Think she wants
to sell that baby?
I could get some
good money for her.
- Fuck no.
They'll throw us off the
welfare without that baby.
I just got ten grand
for a white baby last month,
out in
Jackson Heights.
That much?
Sure. And
it's in a nice building,
doorman
and everything.
- Well, maybe I
can talk her into it.
- Heroin or coke?
Coke.
- Heroin or coke?
- Coke.
See you around,
man.
You best tell your
customers to go home now,
or somebody
might get arrested.
- The fuck you talking
about, you nigger bitch?
- You
fucking asshole.
- What are you,
crazy or something?
You
fucking dyke.
Ehh!
- There's some
Black cop coming up.
- Don't
let her in.
Julie, move this
shit off of here.
You take the drugs and the
money through the tunnel.
Toni, turn off that
hair dryer, goddamn it!
Shit,!
- Ahh, some business of
a family nature, perhaps.
- Since when is Captain
Kenzo using jig dykes
for his
strongarm shit?
- Captain Kenzo's
got arrangements
with all your
trash down here,
and he means for
you to keep them.
Agreements?
My ass.
He doesn't care
what goes on,
as long as his slice
keeps coming off the top.
- Captain Kenzo's afraid
something might happen.
So's your drug supplier,
they want your son to come up
and see them,
talk things over.
- Thiago doesn't leave
Alphabet City, fat chance.
- You can always bring
him uptown by the hand.
- Look dyke, the
German should be glad
he's got
our business.
If he wants to see me,
he knows where to find me.
- Columbia,
that's the future.
- I'll need clothes.
- You have clothes,
you can go to boutique.
- New York boutiques.
What do they wear in
Columbia besides blankets?
- You shouldn't come
downtown. It's not safe.
- All the
more reason.
- Taxi.
- This place is a
goddamn bunker.
- Jesus, I own buildings
like this in the South Bronx,
but I burn
them down
before I let people
like this move in.
And once they break in,
it's not easy to get them out.
I can tell you.
- Shh, here she comes.
You the
old lady?
- She says
fuck you.
- Tell her that I've
come to get acquainted
with her,
to make friends.
- She says,
sit down.
Assholes.
Sorry.
- I used to know
you from the station.
You're a hooker, you've
been in a hundred times.
- I had all my shots
and I'm in perfect health.
Besides, that
was years ago.
- Tell La Punta that we've
come here on business.
- What business?
The business about
the Dancers intercepting shipment.
The business about a
kid thrown off the roof.
The business about
another kid with his hip shot
to shit in
the hospital.
- What she's
talking about?
- It's the start of
a war, a drug war.
- There are no drugs
unless I give them out.
- She says, "
don't know,
like oh yeah, says you,"
like that,
only longer.
- Perhaps I might be
interested in your son.
He
should come uptown.
Maybe one day he
can have more territory.
No.
whY no?
- My boy doesn't
leave Alphabet City.
We just want a
bigger piece. That's all.
- But you want
Juan's territory
- For a start.
- Jesus, I could bomb
this building into Astoria.
- Carlos sister was gang
raped by the Dancers.
Louis's left eye was shot out
and Julio's legs were broken.
And then there was
Bobby off the roof.
- Uh, let me talk to
this young man here.
Perhaps we can
work something out.
- Pueta, this woman
is one strong
son of a bitch.
Maybe we
should use her.
- Didn't you notice something
funny about the son?
- What about him?
- You can't
take him uptown.
He looks
like an animal.
- So what?
- He only does
what she tells him.
- Hmm.
You know, he does
have funny looking eyes.
I see you are
looking at my Thiago.
But he
looks at me as well.
He's
a handsome boy.
- He seems nice.
But tell me, are
these all your children?
- No.
Only Thiago.
The others
work for me.
You know they can kill
and not go to jail, too young.
Why did
you leave Brazil?
- The drug business
there is not so easy.
Here, we can make more
money with no laws to stop us.
Oh, I thought
there was some.
- No, nothing.
Only Juan The Bullet
stands in our way.
- Do you like
New York, Thiago?
- Very much.
Good business.
- I kept him in
Brazil too much.
His English is not
so good like mine.
- I'm sure.
- But um, he's
also a little slow.
- Oh really?
- Mmhm.
- I am
never sure
who was his father, but
perhaps he was not so smart.
- If we get
rid of the son,
the mother might
get scared, play ball.
so?
We got to find out
what the kid likes,
white girls
or spic.
Maybe he's got some
favorite place to eat.
It could be easy
to take him off in one
of the cuchifrito
palace on Avenue A.
One way or
another, we have to kill his ass.
- It could
be a problem.
- Can I ask you
a personal question?
- Of course
my dear.
We can
be friends.
- Why do you
live like this?
I mean
this place.
Surely you can
afford something better.
- I know it's not a
healthy life for these boys,
sleeping on the
floor in such a place,
but I make sure
that they take baths,
that they keep their clothes
clean and comb their hair.
And when they
walk down the streets,
everyone looks
and says,
"There go the boys
of Rita La Punta."
Not like the
other trash that works
and lives
in this toilet.
- And they
listen to you?
They do
everything you say?
- Always.
- Fuck!
- How dare you come here
and make a plot against me?
You filth!
- You watch
it, lady.
This is a
former member
of the New York
City Police Department
you're fucking
around with.
- I want my drugs paid, and if
Juan cannot pay, you will pay.
- Kiss it,
spic face.
- Kiss it,
motherfucking pig dog.
- See the shit we
gotta put up with.
- Filth!
- You're as good
as dead, lady!
- Fucking asshole!
(footsteps tapping
- What's the deal?
- Gotta talk to the
membership, Pepe.
- Later. This
one's been waitin.
- Jefe, I
gotta talk now.
- Stingray,
you're a bro.
So I'm gonna break from
my busy fucking day here,
but the
thing is--
- I gotta have your
ear and all the Dancers.
- The thing is,
there's business,
and there's
a bro in trouble.
All right, now I
want the club to know
that I ain't fuckin
off of my duties.
Am I right?
I mean, it's down by law that
the member's got top mouth
of every piece of
shit that comes in here.
Am I right?
- Fuck yeah!
- We're all shittin.
- Alright, keep
it tight ass.
I'll get
to you later.
- I got a
problem, jefe.
- Tell me, bro,
- I gotta drop
out the Dancers.
- Fucking what?
- My mom has
taken a vow of silence
not to talk to
me til I drop out.
She knows
there's a war coming.
- You're fucking
with me, man.
The Dancers need you
now more than ever.
I need
you, Stingray.
- All my brothers
and sisters too.
And my uncle and his kids.
Nobody talks to me, man.
I go home and, and
nothing man. Not a sound.
It's like I
ain't there.
- Sorry bro. You know
the penalty for dropping.
- That looks okay.
- Mm It's
a little...
It's nice.
- It's a
bit much.
- But that
looks cheap.
- I like them.
- I thought you
try to please me.
- Not always.
- Really?
Where you 2,01?
Out.
- Where out?
- Downtown, perhaps.
- Downtown?
How far downtown?
- All the
way down.
- Did you ever hear of
people getting fucked over?
- Lemme go.
- You're going into the
gutter, you know that.
- You're
hurting me.
They live in
filth, vermin, shit.
" Ohh!
the first of my
grandchildren.
Ah, if we're weren't
here, if we were in Rio,
we would dance
upon the beach
and get drunk for
three days.
- Hey Rita, do some of
that "call me river" stuff.
- Yeah, yeah.
Go on, go on.
- Ah! Okay, okay-
Ah!
- All right. I want a
gun check right now.
Alright, the marks
are Rita and Carlos.
I want
those fucks dead.
Thiago goes
first. You got it?
- Gotta
take a piss.
- Alright. The marks
are the main thing.
You go in,
you party around a little,
then you start shootin.
You fuckin guys
are so lame, man.
I mean, are they lame or what?
This fuckin asshole
breaks his leg, fucking around,
stoned out of his face, washes
his hands to take a piss.
Who the fuck washes his
hands, then takes a piss?
Only a no-brain spic
would do something like this.
- Why not let him piss
the way he wants to?
- I'm the one that
tells you how to piss.
- Oh, I'm so
glad you come.
- I hope I
didn't overdress.
I thought it was
a children's party.
- Do you
remember Thiago?
My daughter and
son-in-law, this is...
- Carol.
- Carol.
A new friend
of Thiago.
Ohh, beautiful.
And this, ohh, this
is the youngest of us.
- What are you
talkin about, Rita?
We should make the
fuckin Dancers eat it.
Rita, we're gonna cut the
fuckin skin off that Juan.
We're gonna chop up
his fuckin greasy balls
for nickel bags.
Okay, okay,
Rita. I hear ya.
We wait.
She says we go home and
wait. She'll be home later.
- That was the best
group I ever have.
- We'll make a memorial at
that vacant lot at six and C.
- Good.
- But we're not
gonna use DayGlo
because I'm sick of
DayGlo for these memorials.
- We use blood,
Dancers blood.
- Blood?
But it's so
hard to work with.
It thickens
up all the time.
What do you like?
Blood or spray paint?
- Oh honey,
give it a rest.
- So what's
your problem?
" Shut up!
- Okay,
Thiago. Sorry.
So you
want a beer?
- Go to bed in
the boys room.
- I ain't gonna
sleep with you?
- Tonight you
sleep with the boys!
- You sure?
- Yeah.
. QKBY-
You win,
Miss America.
- Aren't you
ever alone?
- Out.
- I can't go back
to the German.
He's mean.
He'll kill me.
- Just stay here.
- I didn't mean to cause
any trouble tonight.
Your mother invited me. I didn't
know what was gonna happen.
- Did you
like Thiago?
- Thiago, I think your mother
has the wrong idea about us.
- You stay with me.
You belong to a chief.
- You mean
like in the jungle?
- Don't make fun
of me, I don't like it.
- Sorry.
Ad
- Where is
Thiago, with Toni?
Tell him
I'm home.
There is too much trouble
downstairs. Keep a watch.
- Yeah, but who's gonna
tell the brothers and sisters?
God will tell
them. Also the cops.
- Don't worry, Rita.
We'll go to all the clubs.
We'll find
new kids.
- Your
brother-in-law is dead.
And most
of the Maceteros.
- They'll
pay for this.
- There will
be blood,
and we will have
new Maceteros.
Toni, what are you
doing in that room?
- Oh, I'm hungry. I've
gotta get something to eat.
Why did you sleep in there?
- Look, I need
a buttered corn.
You want a
buttered corn muffin?
I gotta go to the store.
You need anything?
- Milk and eggs.
- You mean
we're out of eggs?
- Answer me, I
asked you a question.
Rita look,
I'm sorry about Leon.
Oh yes.
- I'm really fucking
sorry, La Punta!
We'll have a memorial
for him and all the dead kids.
- There is only one
memorial, dead Dancers.
Why didn't you
sleep in your own room?
- Look, I've gotta
go. Milk and eggs.
- So,
this was
with you last night.
I come home and you
were in bed with this.
Answer me.
- I want
my coffee.
- But Rita, you
don't understand.
- So Ms. White Face, you go
behind my back with my boy.
- Thiago says,
I'm a... Macetera.
- A Macetera,
a Macetera.
Ha-ha!
She has had
the Apache line?
The what?
- Not for her.
- Oh, but
she must.
All winter, the Maceteros
must run the line.
- I thought you
invited me here.
- I will call
the sisters.
We'll give the
initiation today.
- Initiation?
- I say
no for her!
- Oh yes.
You must be whipped
into the Maceteros.
- Ugh! I'm longing
for a cup of coffee.
- Whipped, whipped!
Rita, calm
down. Don't get upset.
Thiago's a nice boy. But
that's as far as it goes.
I'm sorry.
Maybe it's
all right.
Welcome to
the Maceteros.
I
wanna kill a Macetero.
- Yeah. Why?
- I want to
kill Thiago.
- Thiagos
my business.
What's it
to you?
- Romero,
you get me?
That's my name.
- Yeah, so what?
- Thiago shot my
fucking brother
and he can't
walk no more.
- That Romero,
he ain't never tell
me he had a brother.
- I'm new in
this neighborhood.
I can work for
you, undercover.
- How? Gimme
some details.
How you gonna
take this spic off?
- Chain around his neck
while he's balling some bitch.
I'll get him from
behind, til his tongue
pokes outta his
mouth and turns blue.
- It's not
bad. I like it.
I like it.
You think you got what
it takes to be a Dancer?
I'm gonna
give you a shot.
But you fuck with
me or any of my people,
you're gonna wish
you never heard my name.
From now on,
your blood is our blood.
Your ass
belongs to us.
- Fuck him up.
Kick
him bro, kick him!
Crash him
up, man!
- Hit him, man.
Fuck him up!
Hit him hard!
Hit him, Jerry
Rock, hit him!
- Not the face,
leave the face!
- Hey, fucking
bunch of old bags.
Keep moving,
or I'll throw your ass right out.
The name of the
game is body movement.
I want you
to feel that.
I want you to feel your
balls hit your inner thighs.
And if you're a girl, make
believe you've got a pair.
And if you don't like
it, there's the door
and you
can walk.
Now freeze.
- What's up bro? I hear you
looking for new kids, man.
- Are these
girl working?
- No, but
they're ripe.
Dancers was
in here, man.
' They're
PaYig you?
- Tried to.
- We pay
you more.
Why's everything go
always when Dancer want?
- Fucking bitches.
- What's
going on here?
- I got a grant
from the city.
Yunno, this here
is a medley of song.
You know, rock
lyrics and shit like that.
- Oh, a medley.
- Yeah.
Kids learn to relate, you
know, through the lyrics.
I used to clear three
grand for this shit.
Now every penny I get, I
have to keep this crap going.
My drug business
is down the toilet.
Oh, what the fuck?
I'll see you, man.
What's
the matter with him?
- He's too old. We
need a young blood.
- Why?
- They're too
young to go to jail.
- Jos?
Gonna put me in a
lineup, like you said?
- Don't look
bad enough, bro.
- What the
fuck you mean?
- Just like I told you,
we don't want pussies.
- Maceteros suck.
- You just
pitched it.
- Check them out.
- Let's get
out of here, man.
- The fuck
you looking at?
- Who the fuck are you
talkin to, you fuckin faggot?
- Hey fuck you,
you piece of shit.
Fuck you, man.
- Ugh, fuck, man...
- Eh! Did you clean
the boys room?
- Yeah.
- Did you take
down the garbage?
- That's Pedro's turn.
- Pedro.
- I took it down yesterday.
- You take it down today
too, or no television.
- Do I have to?
- You heard me. Hmmph!
Not bad.
You
cut it too heavy.
- Three percent
is regulation.
- Three percent
my pussy.
- Did you take the
things to the laundromat?
- They don't take hundred
dollars bills at the laundromat.
- So move your
ass up to a bank
outside the alphabet
and get it changed.
Pedro, move
those mattresses.
Any luck?
- No talent today.
- ls this
Juan's cocaine?
- Yes. A gift from your
friend, the German.
Nobody at all?
- I wouldn't
say that.
Some guy completely
punched out Carlos.
- Really?
- I never
seen him before.
- How old?
- Fifteen, sixteen.
- He shares blood?
- He's hanging around.
- I want killers.
I want killers.
And I don't want to
lose anymore of my kids.
I need somebody we don't
care about to go after Juan.
- Mario will
use the chinks.
We should
stick to our own.
Get
the niggers.
- Only if they are
spics, never mix blood.
So you got punched out.
- He tricked me.
- Kid got fast
hands, killer I think,
- Assassino?
- I don't know. He's new.
I don't
like him.
- You don't
got like him.
What
kind is he?
- Indian,
mean lookin.
- We could put him
on Juan The Bullet.
You know I like to
meet all these types.
- You know I
wanna kill Juan.
- No, I don't want
anything happening to you.
I lost too
many already.
- Rita, you know
I wanna kill people.
I never been good
at anything else.
Just let
me kill Juan.
- No.
Even if you did kill Juan
and his whole goddamn gang,
you could
get arrested.
- Eh, so what?
- They put you
in jail for that.
- I don't mind a
few months in jail.
- I said no.
Jos , go
find this Indian.
- Ah, fuck.
- And don't
say fuck.
- Hey Pee Wee, I'm looking
for an Indian kid, and he's
an older guy.
He's about fifteen.
He was
around here earlier.
- ls Rita
getting desperate?
What, she sends you
out looking for business?
- Nah, this kid don't take
drugs. He's a fighter.
He's an ugly
son of a bitch.
- Yeah. The one
that beat up Carlos.
Try the
squatter's on 10th.
I seen him
hanging around there.
Hey, yeah.
- Yo. What happened
to the other car?
- They stripped it
to fucking shit, man.
I hadda
junk it.
- You know better not
to park your car here
when
you're dealing.
- From now on, I'm
dealing from the car, man.
I'm not
gonna leave it.
- Yo, I'm looking
for an Indian kid.
He got, it's like,
slanted eyes, a mustache.
He got
a red shirt.
He must be new because
he don't even have a coat.
- What kinda
shit is that?
- Fuck it, man.
Yo, what's that kid's
fucking name over there?
- Who, Comanche?
- Yeah, him.
- Stay away from him, that's
a mean son of a bitch, man.
Anyway, so
check it out.
And I said, "Damn,
you know like..."
- Yo, I heard on the street
that you're a fucking pussy.
- Comanche.
I like it.
You are
from this area?
- Used to be. I pulled
two years in reform.
- I don't even remember
you from two years ago.
- I was a kid.
You wouldn't notice.
- He lives on 10th
with the squatters.
- Oh, it's terrible.
Bug, filth, cold.
- I got hot water
and everything.
- Ehh, it's not
good for a young boy.
You take drugs?
If you take drugs,
you don't work for us.
I run a clean house. No
drug trash for the Maceteros.
- Not me.
- Where's your family?
- They move to Williamsburg.
- We'll give
you a test.
- Apache line?
- Huh, no.
- For this boy,
a special job,
- After that test, we're gonna
send you out with your girl.
- By Friday
I'll have five.
- Don't talk back to
me. I don't like it.
Do you know
Juan The Bullet?
- Heard of him.
- If you have
cojones like you said,
we're gonna
give you Juan.
Hey Jos,
you think you can get
Thiago to take
us out somewhere?
- Where?
- I don't know.
What do you do
for fun around here?
- Go drink beer
on Avenue D.
Break someone's
teeth and go party.
- There are
parties around here?
- There's parties
all over the alphabet.
- So what
are they like?
- Drink more beer, break
somebody's head, then go home.
- So fucking boring,
you could puke and die.
- It's true.
- But at least
they don't take drugs.
Rita sees
to that.
- Yeah, Rita sees
to a lot of things.
- We have to keep
looking to find more kids.
Don't
you ever take a break?
Why should I?
- Don't you have any like
nightclubs or restaurants
around here?
- Yeah, they've got lots
of clubs, like the Negrito.
- What's that?
- Reggae, marimba,
disco, break and rap.
But mostly
it's Black.
But that's okay because
they're spics like us.
- Spanish Negroes,
sounds like fun.
- Oh, it's really only a
toilet where they sell drugs.
Rita doesn't
want Thiago
and all the kids hangin
around places like that.
- And Thiago always does
what Mommy wants, right?
- Everything
mommy wants.
Isn't that
right, Thiago?
- That's right.
- Come on. Just outside
the alphabet on third,
there's this place
called Cabin in the Sky.
Have you
ever heard of it?
- I don't
leave the alphabet.
- Thiago, come on.
You can't go on being
afraid of Rita all your life.
No wonder she
thinks you're slow.
- What do
you mean?
- Are you crazy?
She doesn't want
him outside of this area.
- Well, it's high time
he started to grow up
and think
for himself.
Anyway, what she
doesn't know won't hurt her.
- Why did you say I'm
slow? I don't like that.
Let's go.
- You're out of your
fucking mind, lady.
- Three white wines.
You have any ID?
- Fuck that shit.
Who painted that spooky
shit over there on the wall?
- I did. Why,
you don't like it?
- It's alright.
- This place too
clean, I don't like it.
- It's fun in
the evening.
- Maybe it's
not safe at night.
If you can protect
yourself from the alphabet,
you can protect
yourself anywhere.
- That's true.
- You know Thiago, you ought
to get some different clothes.
- Do you think?
- Yeah. You've got
money, don't you?
- I have a
lot of money.
- You ought to, you're
in the right business.
- I know.
- So what are you gonna
do with all that money?
- Give it to
my mother.
- You can't give it
all to your mother.
- What do your friend
do with all his money?
You
mean the German?
- Yes, him.
Beats me.
He's always
in over his head.
- Thiago likes you.
- How can
you tell?
- Just a guess.
- Well, I wouldn't
mind a little fling
with Thiago in the
Caribbean for a week or two,
but somehow I don't think
his mommy would like it. Do you?
She's a
funny woman, that Rita.
- Go with
me to live?
Are
you serious?
- Why not?
- You mean you'd
leave your mother?
- If I wanna
go, I go.
Rita doesn't tell
me what to do.
' Everybody down!
- Toni, she told me you took
my boy outside the alphabet
after
I say no.
It was not a
good thing, Carol.
Can't lock
him up forever, Rita.
- You see we
lost another boy.
You should have told me
Thiago why we're going.
- We're
going to Rio.
- We can't go
to Rio now, Thiago.
- Not you,
it's me and her.
-Ohhoho,
I see.
I understand.
- It's not
my idea.
- No, it's
good. It's good.
New York
is not safe.
I have many
friends in Rio.
- I can't go
traveling anyway.
Left most of my
clothes with the German.
- Thiago has money and
we'll go shopping. Eh?
I know a nice store. Very
nice clothes for holiday.
We'll go
together. You and I.
Okay?
- When the war
will stop, okay.
You can
have his territory.
The drugs you stole,
I've already got as
an investment
at fifteen percent
and Juan The
Bullet will die.
- One more thing.
- Yes.
- This bitch you
brought to my place.
This with the white
hair and white face
and white skin
and white lips.
- What about her?
- You'll take her off.
She's trouble for my Thiago.
- You have
my word.
- Tomorrow we'll
be at Menudo Store
on Second
Avenue.
You know it?
- No. You?
- Sure? It's
a bubblegum
rock n roll
store for the spics.
Everybody knows it.
- And if Thiago doesn't
like it, what then?
- I have
many boys.
This Carol is poison
for all the Maceteros.
Thiago will
see and forget.
- I can arrange it
with the pony boys
from 13th
Street and Avenue A.
- Done. Done.
Did you see Carmen Miranda
in "Holiday In Havana?"
- I'm not sure,
uh, probably.
- She was great.
- This woman. Why
she never stop smiling?
- Why should she?
She was the Abraham
Lincoln of Brazil.
And she
knew it.
Nice clothes,
pretty colors.
Don't you
think, Carol?
Hmm?
- Yeah.
- I will buy for
all the boys.
Oh, this.
Beautiful for you.
You like it?
- Mm, it's nice.
- Nice.
- Maybe a different color though.
- No, no.
This color is good for
your hair, for your skin.
...is beautiful.
Oh, the
Menudos. Nice boys.
- Rita.
Remember Johnny?
- Johnny?
Oh, no.
Old Menudo.
Qhh!
M8uel!
Miguel
Oh, he was my
favorite. Miguel.
They
lost Miguel.
They lose
many boys, like me.
Do you
know, Carol?
Miguel came
here in this store
and signed with
his own letters.
Oh really?
- Right there
in that wall.
His little name.
Let's go, Carol.
- Ready?
- Hit me.
- Rita La Puta.
- La puta tua
me. La Punta.
- You know me?
- Yeah.
Puerto
Rican scum!
- Now I'm gonna show you why
they call me Juan the Bullet.
Hm, I wouldn't waste your
blood in a kiddie store.
I got bigger plans for
you and that white bitch.
- You let
this happen?
- I tried to
stop the fuckers.
Look at
this shit!
- Who was it,
Juan The Bullet?
- Who else wants to kill
your crazy old mother?
They're gonna
cut her pussy out,
send it to you
by Federal Express.
- Jesus Christ, right
in the Menudo store,
that's fucking sick.
We gotta
get him.
- No, we wait.
They
got our old ladies.
- I say
we wait!
- The fuck.
- Double
cross, fuckhead!
Yes?
Yes?
This was
not the deal.
This bitch
was the deal.
- There's no deal.
You, La Punta, don't
interest me anymore.
You are finished.
And when your
idiot son comes
for his blonde tramp,
I will have him too.
- Whore!
You made
this happen!
- Thiago is
not too bright,
but he's not stupid
enough to walk into your trap.
Not for
me anyway.
- Then he'll comes for
his mother. He's away.
I clean house and
no more competition.
- Get me a
drink, would you?
Not
anymore, Carol.
- Why don't you
suck on this, bitch?
- No, I may need
to keep it alive.
- Then why don't we send
Thiago a little present?
Move it!
- You want the
white bitch, fuckhead?
You want
your mama too?
Then come
get the bitches!
What's
the note say?
- They got Rita and
Carol at the Singing Knife.
- Hey, that's
Juan's club.
Gonna cut
their throats tonight.
- Don't tell
his mother.
- Ayudame
por favor.
Muchas gracias,
muchas gracias.
Goddammit!
- Oh, fuck!
Thiago! Juan The Bullet!
- Hey, chain
that bitch up!
- [Pendejal
Yeah, chain me
with the.
- Goddamn, that's
one mean old bitch.
- You fool.
You might
have to kill her.
- I told you, don't
worry about it.
If he don't come for her,
he'll come for the blonde pussy.
- He'd better for
one of the bitches.
- Fuck you.
- Asshole.
- Listen, my son's confirmation
is early in the morning.
When is this
shit gonna happen?
- Got somebody to
bring Thiago around back.
We're gonna
blow him away.
- Yeah? I am
mucho impressed.
- Yeah. So why
don't you go home
to your kid, you know,
have him confirmated.
Play with his
electric trains, you know,
wipe his
little culito .
You're jealous, man.
- Jealous my dick.
- The master
Dancers, shit.
All you is
is a gang.
My turf
is my family.
Responsible people.
- We got
family, man.
- Where?
I don't see your mothers
or your grandmothers.
You don't go
to confession.
You don't get elected
to the block association.
I don't see you yelling to
your kids in Thompson Square.
- Hey, we party, man. We
got bitches for that shit.
- That ain't
family, Bullet.
Get off my head, man.
- Oh, it's
ten o'clock.
Do you know
where your kids are?
- I don't even know who
the fuck my kids are, man.
So fuck off.
- Listen, fuck you.
You just tell me when
the shit is all over. Okay?
- Nobody take a
Macetero lady and leave.
- I know how to get into
the Dancers headquarters.
Through the back
there's a tunnel.
- Yeah, I'll stick this
up your fucking tunnel.
- Talk
- There's this tunnel
in the next building.
- I don't
trust this Indian.
- Hey, I got a
bullet for this one.
- Yeah. And
they got Rita.
- I didn't
fucking know.
She didn't say she was
gonna leave the alphabet.
Then we run uptown
into this pussy store.
- Menudo's
ain't no pussy.
- Me and Herman
weren't even armed.
- Why do you
go out of town?
- We were with just a
bunch of girls shopping
and then they run into the
store, a children's store
for Christ's sakes.
- I don't
trust him.
- Okay, I
go alone.
- You can't take that,
it only has six bullets.
There's more at
the fucking door.
- So I
take two.
- We can't
back you so fuck it.
Forget the bitches
and let me come.
- You can't go, Rita doesn't
want you to get hurt.
I got this
and the Indian.
- Over there.
- You go first.
- I ain't armed.
I can't shoot,
I'm wounded.
- I'd put a bullet in your
brain, but you don't have one.
So I'm gonna start at your
feet and a shot for your ankles
and one for
each of your knees.
You listening to
me, punk?
We knew you were
gonna show up here.
We knew because
your mother set you up.
She wants you out
of the way, Thiago.
- You lie
on your face.
- Seems you're
too dumb for her.
She needs
new blood.
Take it
in, punk.
- You
are a liar.
She went to and
she set up the whole thing.
"Isrrl
- She went to the
German. She set it up.
You see this blonde bitch is
a bone in old Rita's throat.
- Watch it.
- She knew you'd
come after her.
- You shouldn't have
taken it seriously, Rita.
I had nothing
against you.
- What do
you mean?
- I kind of
admired you,
the way you got
everything your own way.
I think I even
wanted to be like you.
Only blonde.
- Bitch, whore!
- You're wasting
your breath, Rita.
- You are a
white hair, pink eye,
rota da putu.
- I heard you
the first time.
- Whore!
- Are you enjoying
this, German?
" Shut up!
- You gave the
orders, La Punta.
- He's
lying, Thiago,
your mother only
wanted me outta the way.
She didn't wanna kill you.
They double crossed her.
- Don't interfere
anymore, you bitch.
- I said
shut up!
- Get that spics
ass against the wall.
Take one last look at her,
man, cause she's gonna die.
Whore, slut!
- Anybody
got any gum?
Get it over with.
- Rita?
You hate
that slut.
- Yes.
- She took
your little boy.
- Yes.
- Shoot her.
- Yes.
- Kill her.
- I want to
kill that bitch.
- This is for
you, fucker.
- I must
look like hell.
- Thiago.
- Juan!
The German
went out the front.
- Thiago, you don't
believe what was said.
DO you?
No. I never
betray you,
only that
bitch Carol.
Even she
said it.
But she
was a tramp.
Not good
enough for my boy.
You understand?
Yes?
Yes.
You must always do what your
mother says. You hear me?
Always.
It will be like it was
before when we were in Rio,
and you
were my baby.
Do you
remember?
Ay. . .