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Yo, everybody spin now.

Your turn.

Hey, you, stay in place.

Trash. Stay in place or you won't stop.

It's okay, man. It's okay.

Sorry.

You promised this weekend.

You had to hire 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 cancelled it.

Shit. What about your bank card?

You can go to the news on that 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.

That's 1920.

Right.

Want to head in there? Yeah, man, yeah.

You got it?

Shit, man, I'm old.

That's one.

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

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 going right
into the toilet.

Make sure that it doesn't happen.

They might have 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 14.

Who would you have to sue?

They got Bobby.

What is going on?

Somebody threw Bobby off the roof.

He's dead?

Really dead.

Told you we'll push them one too hard.

Where did this happen?

Right across the street.

They didn't have to go and kill Bobby.

They're dead.

They will not get away with this.

Who do they think they are dealing with
here?

What the hell

happened to Bobby? He

knew enough never to travel alone.

I must have got him at his girlfriend's
house. She works at night. Oh, hookers

work at night.

Did he know enough to lock the goddamn
door?

Not everybody could afford a metal door.

Get her clothed and put on some clean
underwear.

Suppose they took you to prison with
this dirty underwear.

You got something to tell us, Daddy?

When Juan loses his shipment, how does
he pay his uptown supplier, who is also

your uptown supplier?

Tiago is going to have one area,
understand that.

We can always go to the chinks for our
supply, or even the niggers, if we have

to. And after we scrape off that kid
outside, I don't think my prison wants

go any further.

They see what's coming.

Tell them to go to hell.

Tony, you know what we're talking about,
don't you?

We doesn't think we're making enough
money. It's up to her.

Just don't count on me being around.

If they want to move against you,
they'll assign me somewhere else. I'll

later. Oh, Teddy, you know my daughter,
she had her first bebezinho already.

The christening is next week. Why don't
you come?

Thanks, Rita. If I'm not working, I'll
stop by.

I liked Bobby, I loved him.

A little bit stupid, but all of you are
a little bit stupid.

Too many funerals.

I don't like anymore.

Before I did, but now I don't like
anymore,

I don't.

Not another one of yours, is it?

Yes, there is a boy named Bobby
Hernandez that died this morning.

I see.

If you bring in 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.

But don't you want your regular service?

No, no.

This one is different.

Bobby was a long time with me.

Oh, I didn't realize.

That include flowers, things like that?

Well, some flowers.

May I ask how the boy died?

He fall off the loft.

Pobre muchacho.

Va a estar bastante difícil.

If you want an open casket, you realize.

Do the best you can, okay?

Hey, buddy, when you give me one of
those shroomers, I want red and green

flowers all over that wall.

I'm afraid there is no such thing as
green flowers, you know?

Get him.

Cater Christening.

Let me see.

Friday's good for us. We'll do it
Friday.

No, Friday's not good. We've got a
funeral that day.

You want us to cater to Wake?

Wake is Irish.

We're Brazilian.

Okay, Saturday.

How many are you going to have at this
Christmas?

All the 10th Street between C and E.

The whole block?

All the kids, anyway.

Kids. So you're going to want ice cream.

For dessert, of course.

For dinner, we want Doritos and dip and
rice and

beans. You want pastrami. We got nice
pastrami.

And chopped liver, no luck.

With bagel? What kind of ice cream you
got?

The usual, strawberry chocolate. We do a
Cookie Monster ice cream cake.

Who want a glass of beer?

Brazilian beer.

All right.

Pastrami, rice and beans, chopped liver,
bagels, Cookie Monster ice cream cake,

Brazilian beer, anything else?

What did you say my man?

What's going on here?

my charity.

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

alphabet. It means gentrify.

We're going to have co -ops on Tompkins
Square. Can you feature it? When the

city says tear down a 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.

Dead on 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.

Speaks will only buy from Speaks.

They're like the Koreans with those old
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 China

men. It's unfair competition, man. I
don't want to fuck things up.

What are we?

Some all -night bodega on fucking Delhi?

I don't want a war.

Well, does that mean that 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 Chinaman is not the problem.

the Brazilian on Avenue B. That's the
problem.

Or somebody got to control 5th, 6th, and
7th.

But who are being this guy?

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

OD'd 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 a franchise. I mean, what the
fuck?

But then she goes and moves in some
outsiders.

Jess, that was a mistake.

They aren't even Spanish.

How the fuck was I supposed to know that
perfumes aren't Spanish?

You lost another shipment to this bunch.

You know you are overextended, don't
you?

With Juan, I usually did in credit. It's
not my fault. This Juan, 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 horse.

Is he addicted?

Who knows.

Why doesn't Juan take care of this guy?

He's got a gang. They kill whoever they
want. No one gives a shit.

Why not?

They are only a bunch of kids, mostly
under 14.

He sounds interesting, this one.

He's an arrogant fuck -me -son -of -a
-bitch.

We have to hit his ass. It's what we
should do.

Maybe this guy's 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 dead. It's his
mother, Rita LaPunta.

LaPunta, the spike.

Bring me this guy and his mother, too,
if necessary.

You bring him around.

It'll be okay.

Yeah? Well, if he can't handle it, you
handle it.

I don't like it.

Don't like it when it's green. It feels
dirty.

You're Portuguese, Thiago. You don't
want everyone to think you're a speck.

Why don't you use color charm?

You bleach it in and you'll pass for
white.

Forget it.

Business is good today, huh?

Yeah, not bad.

This should be enough for now.

Don't waste it. Here's this.

Heroin or coke?

Heroin. You know you gave me bad stuff
last week.

That must have been the shit we took
from Monica.

You can't trust that spick.

My girlfriend almost died from it.

If her baby didn't keep on crying all
night, they never would have found her.

Think she wants to sell that baby? I
could do some good money for it.

Fuck no.

They'd throw us off the welfare without
that baby.

I just got 10 grand for 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 him.

I wanna go. Go.

You best tell your customers to go home
now, or somebody might get arrested.

The fuck are you talking about, you
nigga bitch?

You fucking asshole.

What, are you crazy or something, you
fucking dyke?

There's some black cop coming up.

Don't let her in. She'll move the shit
out of here. You take the drugs and the

money through the tunnel.

Tony, turn off that hair dryer.

God damn it.

A miniature box.

Since when is Captain Kinzle using jig
-dags for his strong -arm shit?

Captain Kinzle's got arrangements with
all your trash down here, and he means

for you to give them agreements.

My head.

He doesn't care what goes on as long as
his life keeps coming off the top.

Captain Kinzle's afraid something might
happen.

So is your drug supplier.

They want your son to come up and see
them.

Talk things over.

Tiago doesn't leave alphabet seat. Fat
chance.

You can always bring him uptown by the
hand.

Look, Dyke, the Germans 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 to go. You can go to boutiques.

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 burned 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.

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 the punta that we've come here on
business.

What business?

A business about the dancers and
insulting shipmen.

The business about a kid thrown off the
roof.

The business about another kid with his
hip chopped 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, I don't know. Like, yeah,
yeah, says you, like that, only longer.

Perhaps I might be interested in your
son.

He should come up town. Maybe one day he
can have more territory.

No. Why no?

My boy doesn't live alphabet seat.

We just want a bigger piece, that's all.

But you want one territory.

For a start.

Jesus, I could bomb this building into
Astoria.

Carlos' sister was gang -raped by the
dancers.

Louis' left eye was shot out, and
Julio's legs were broken. And then there

Bobby, off the roof.

Uh,

let me talk to this young man here.

Perhaps we can work something out.

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 up, Tom. He looks
like an animal. So what?

He only does what she tells him.

He does have funny looking eyes.

I see you are looking at my chat.

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 Tiago. The others work for me.

You know, they can't 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 were some.

No, nothing.

Only Juan the Bullet stands in our way.

Do you like New York, Tiago?

Very much.

Good business.

I kept him in Brazil too much.

His English is not so good like mine.

I'm sure.

But he's also a little slow.

Oh, really?

I'm 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 to play ball.

So, we've got to find out what he likes.

Why kill the stick?

Maybe he's got some favorite place to
eat.

It could be easy to take him off to 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'm in this place.

Surely you can afford something better.

I know it's not a healthy life for this
boy, sleeping on the floor in such a

place. But I make sure that they take
bath, that they keep their

clothes clean and comb their hair.

And when they walk down the street,
everyone look and say,

there go the boys of Rita La Punta.

Not like the other trash that walks and
lives in the toilet.

And they listen to you? They do
everything you say?

Always.

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 one cannot pay, you will pay.

Kiss it, spit face.

Kiss it, motherfucking pig dog.

You see the shit we got to put up with?

Filth.

You're as good as dead, baby!

Fuck that, though!

What's the deal?

I've got to talk to the membership,
Pepe.

Later. This one's been waiting.

Pepe, I've got to talk now.

Stingray, you're a bro.

So I'm going to break for my busy
fucking day here.

But the thing is... You've got to have
your ear and all the dancers.

The thing is, there's business and
there's a bro in trouble.

And I want the club to know that I ain't
fucking off on my duties. Am I right?

I mean, it's down by law that a member's
got top mouth over every piece of shit

that comes in here.

Am I right?

Keep a tight ass.

I got a problem, Netflix.

Tell me, bro.

I gotta drop out the dancers.

Fucking what?

My mom has taken a vow of silence.

Not to talk to me till 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 nothing, man.

Not a sound.

It's like I ain't there.

I'm sorry, bro.

You know the penalty for dropping.

It's nice.

It's a bit much.

But that looks cheap.

I like them.

I thought you tried to please me.

Not always.

Really? Where are you going?

Out. Where out?

Downtown, perhaps.

Downtown? How far downtown?

All the way down.

Did you ever hear of people getting
fucked over?

Let me go.

You're going into the gutter, you know
that.

You're hurting me.

They live in fields, firm and shit.

You're beautiful.

We will dance up on the beach and get
drunk for three days.

Hey, Rita, do something that calms me in
the stuff.

Yeah, yeah, go on, go on.

Okay.

If Tico -Tico has, he has to feed
himself, because he's going to eat some

peanuts in the pot.

Tico -Tico is here again, Tico -Tico is
eating my fubá.

If Tico -Tico has, he has to feed
himself, because he's going to eat some

peanuts in the pot. But please, take
this animal out of your life, because he

ends up eating your entire bath.

Take this Tico out of here, from my
fubá. There's so much he can eat.

Thank you.

. .

.

I want a gun check right now.

All right.

DeMarc, Aretha, and Carlos.

I want those fucked dead.

Chago goes first. You got it?

That's a good pick.

All right.

DeMarc's are the main thing.

You go in, you party around a little,
then you start shooting.

You fucking guys are so lame, man. I
mean, are they lame or what?

This fucking 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 spick would do
something like this. Why don't you let

the way he wants?

I'm the one that tells you how to piss.

A new friend of Yadu.

Rita, we should make the fucking dancers
eat it.

Rita, we're gonna cut the fucking skin
off that one.

We're gonna chop up his fucking greasy
balls for nickel bags.

Okay, okay, Rita, I hear you. 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 16th Street.

Good. But we're not going to use day
glow, because I'm sick of day glow for

these memorials. We use blood.

Thousands of 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, Tiago.

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.

You win, Miss America.

Aren't you ever alone?

Oh.

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 going to happen.

Do you like Chago?

Chago, 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.

Hey, girl!

I'm so tired of this shit.

I'm tired of my house.

Where is Chad?

With Tony?

Tell him I'm home.

There is so much trouble downstairs.

Keep a watch.

Yeah, but who's going to 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 your kids.

Your brother -in -law is dead.

And most of the macheteros.

They'll pay for this.

There will be blood.

And we'll have new macheteros.

Tony, what are you doing in that room?

Oh, I'm hungry. I've got to get
something to eat.

Why did you slip in there?

Look, I need a buttered corn. You want a
buttered corn muffin?

I've got to 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, LaPunta.

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 got to go. Milk and eggs.

So,

this was with you.

Last night, I come home and you are in
bed with this.

Ask for me.

I want my coffee.

But Rita, you don't understand.

So, Miss Whiteface, you go behind my
back with my boy.

Tiago says I'm a mesetera.

A mesetera.

A mesetera.

She has. have the apache line?

The what?

No for her. Oh, but she must.

Oh, 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.
Oh, I'm longing for a cup of coffee.

Whipped! Whipped!

Rita, calm down.

Don't get upset.

Child is a nice boy.

But let the father go.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Maybe it's all right.

Welcome to the maceteros.

I want to kill a macetero.

Yeah? Why?

I want to kill Chago.

Chago's my business.

What's it to you?

Romero. You get me?

That's my name.

Yes, so what?

Chago shot my fucking brother. He can't
walk no more.

That Romero.

He ain't never told me he had a brother.

I'm new in this neighborhood.

I can work for you.

Undercover. How? Give me some details.
How are you going to take this pick off?

Chain around his neck.

while he's balling some bitch.

I'll get him from behind till his tongue
pokes out of 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

name.

From now on, your blood is our blood.

Your ass belongs to us.

But your old bag.

Keep moving, I'll throw your ass right
out.

The name of the game is body moves.

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.

What's up, bro? I hear you're looking
for new kids, man.

Are these girls working?

No, but they're right.

Dancers is in here, man.

They pay you?

Try to.

We pay you more.

What's going on here?

I got a gran from the city. You know,
just hears 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.

Why?

They're too young to go like that.

What's that?

You want to put me in the lineup like
you said? You don't look bad enough,

What the fuck do you mean? Just like I
told you, we don't want pussies. Mattel

sucks. You just pitched it.

Check them out.

Get out of here, man.

The fuck you looking at?

Who the fuck are you talking to, you
fucking faggot?

Hey, fuck you, you piece of shit.

Fuck you, man.

Did you clean the bathroom?

Yeah. Did you take down the garbage? I
took it

down yesterday.

You take it down today, too, or no
television?

Do I have to? You heard me.

Not

bad.

You cut it too heavy.

3 % is regulation.

3 % my pussy.

Did you take the things to the
laundromat?

They don't take $100 bills at the
laundromat. So move your ass up to a

outside the alphabet and get it changed.

Pedro, move those mattresses.

Any luck?

No talent today.

Is this wine's cocaine?

Yes. A gift from your friend, the
journalist.

Nobody at all?

I wouldn't say that. Some guy completely
punched out Carla.

Really? I never seen him before.

How old?

Fifteen, sixteen.

He shows blood.

He's hanging around.

I want killers.

I want killers.

And I don't want to lose any more of my
kids.

I need somebody we don't care about to
go after one.

Mary, we use the chains.

We should stick to our own.

Get the niggers.

Only if there's pigs.

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? Indeed, mean -looking.

We could put him on Juan the Bullet.

You know, I like to meet all this time.

You know I want to kill Juan.

No, I don't want anything happening to
you. I lost too many already.

Rita, you know I want to kill people.
I'll never get anything else. Just let

kill Juan.

No. Even if you did kill Juan and his
whole goddamn gang, you could get

arrested. Ah, so what?

They put you in jail for that.

I don't mind a few months in jail.

I said no.

Jose, go find this Indian.

Oh, fuck.

And don't say fuck.

Hey, Pee -wee, I'm looking for an Indian
kid. He's an older guy. He's about 15.

He was around here earlier.

He's really getting desperate? What, she
send you out looking for business?

No, this kid don't take drugs. He's a
fighter.

He's an ugly son of a bitch.

Yeah, the one that beat up Carl's.
Charlie Swatter's on Pence. I seen him

hanging around there.

Yo, what happened to the other car?

They stripped it to fucking shit, man. I
had a junkie. You know better not to

park your car out here when you're
dealing.

From now on, I'm dealing from the car,
man. I'm not going to leave it. Yo, I'm

looking for an Indian kid. He's got,
like, slanted eyes, a mustache.

He's got a red shirt. He must be new
because he don't even have a coat.

What kind of shit is that? Fuck it, man.

I said, damn, you don't remember me?

You don't take his fucking name over
there. Who, Comanche?

Yeah. Stay away from us, a mean son of a
bitch, man.

Anyway, so check it out. I said, damn,
you don't like it.

You don't have it 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 and
reformed.

I don't remember you from two years ago.

I was a kid. You wouldn't notice.

You live on 10th and Suarez.

Oh, it's terrible.

Bug, filth, cold.

I got hot water and everything.

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 moved to Williamsburg.

We'll give you a test.

Apache line?

No.

For this boy, a special job.

After that test, we're going to 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 not want the bullets?

Heard of them?

If you're a cojone like you say, we're
going to give you one.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, Jose, you think you can get Tiago
to take us out somewhere?

Where? I don't know. What do you do for
fun around here?

Go drink beer on Avenue Day, break
somebody'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.

It's so fucking boring, you could puke
and die.

It's true.

But at least they don't take drugs.

We deceased to that.

Yeah. Breed is used to a lot of things.
What do you think?

We have

to

keep looking to find more kids.

Don't you ever take a break? Why should
I?

like nightclubs or restaurants around
here? Yeah, they've got lots of clubs,

like in the Grito. What's that?

Reggae, marimba, disco, break, and rap.
But mostly it's black.

But that's okay. There's a fifth like
us.

Spanish Negroes. Sounds like fun.

Oh, it's really only a toilet where they
sell drugs.

Rita doesn't want Tiago and all the kids
hanging around places like that.

And Tiago always does what Mommy wants,
right?

Everything Mommy wants.

Isn't that right, Tiago?

That's right.

Come on, just outside the alphabet on
the third.

It's this place called Cabin in the Sky.
Have you ever heard of it?

Don't leave the alphabet.

Tiago, 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. What did you say, Miss Flo? I

don't like that.

Let's go.

You're out of your fucking mind, lady.

You might want it.

There's any idea?

Fuck that shit.

You're playing that spooky shit over
there on the wall.

I did. Why? You don't like it?

It's alright.

This place is 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 in the
alphabet, you can protect yourself

That's true.

You know, Tiago, 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 going to do with all
that money?

Give it to my mother.

You can't give it all to your mother.

What do your friends do with all his
money?

You mean the Germans?

Yes, Hank.

Beats me.

He was always in over his head.

Tiago likes you.

How can you tell?

Just a guess.

Well, I wouldn't mind a little fling
with Tiago in the Caribbean for a week

two, but somehow I don't think his mummy
would like it, do you?

She's a funny woman, that Rita.

You go with me to Rio?

Are you serious?

Why not?

You mean you'd leave your mother?

If I want to go, I go.

I think that doesn't tell me what to do.

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.

We should have told me, Tiago, where
we're going.

We're going to Rio.

We can't go to Rio now, Tiago.

Not you, it's me and her.

I see.

I understand.

Not my idea.

No, it's good.

It's good.

New York is not safe.

I have many friends in here.

I can't go traveling anyway.

Left most of my clothes with the German.

Tiago has money.

And we'll go shopping.

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.

So to ask you so, I will regard it an
investment at 15%. And

one,

the bullet will die.

One more thing.

Yes?

This beat.

You brought my plate.

This with the white hair and white face
and white skin and white leaves.

What about her?

You'll take her off.

She's trouble for my Tiago.

You have my word.

Tomorrow we'll be at Menudo store on 2nd
Avenue.

You know it?

No. You?

Sure. It's a bubble gum rock and gold
store for these pigs.

Everybody knows it.

And if Tiago doesn't like it, what then?

I have many boys.

This carol is poison for all the
maceteros. Tiago will see and forget.

I can arrange it with the pony boys from
13th Street and Avenue, eh?

Done. Done.

Did you see Carmen Miranda in Holiday in
Havana?

I'm not sure. 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?

Yeah.

I will buy for all the boys.

Oh, beautiful for you.

You like it?

It's nice.

Maybe a different color. No, no, this
color is good for your hair, for your

skin.

It's beautiful.

Oh, the menudo.

Nice voice.

Read it.

Remember Johnny?

Johnny?

Oh, no. Oh, Miguel.

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 mother.

Oh, really? Right there, in that wall,
his little name.

Rita la puta.

La puta tua mãe.

La punta.

You know me.

Yeah.

Puerto Rican scum. Now I'm going to show
you why they call me Juan the Bullet.

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 try to stop the fuckers. Look at this
shit.

Who was it? Wonder Bullet?

Who else wants to kill your crazy old
mother?

They're gonna cut up pussy I sent to you
by Federal Express.

Jesus Christ, right in the middle of the
store? That's fucking sick. We gotta

get him.

No, we wait.

They got our old ladies.

I say we wait.

Fuck.

Double cross fuckhead.

Yeah? Yeah.

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 this
blonde tramp, I will have him too.

Whore! You made this happen.

Tiago is not too bright, but he's not
stupid enough to walk into your trap.

Not for me anyway.

Then he comes for his mother.

Either way, 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.

And why don't we send Chago a little
present?

You want your mother too?

Then come get the bitches.

What's the next thing?

We got Rita and Kyron singing tonight.

Hey, that's one's club.

We're gonna cut their throats tonight.

Don't tell his mother.

Thank you.

Thank you

very

much.

Thank you very much.

Damn, that's one mean old bitch.

You fool.

You might have had to kill her.

I told you, don't worry about it. If you
don't come for her, I'll come for the

blonde pussy.

It's 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?

We got somebody to bring Chagaran back.
We're gonna blow him away.

Yeah?

Yeah, so why don't you go home to your
kid, you know, have him conformated,

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.

We party, man.

We got bitches for that shit.

That ain't family, bullet.

Get off my head, man.

Oh, it's 10 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 mask if they don't lay
their leave.

I know how to get into the Dachshund's
headquarters.

Through the back of the tunnel.

Yo, 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 going to leave
the alphabet.

Then we run uptown into this pussy
store.

Menudos ain't no pussy.

Me and Herman weren't even armed. Where
do you go at town?

We were 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 them.

Okay, I go alone.

You can't take that on. He has six
bullets. There's more at the fucking

I take two.

We can't back you, so fuck it. Forget
the bitches and let me come.

You can go. We got also one that you can
hit.

I got that and the India.

Over there.

You go.

I ain't on.

I can't shoot. I'm wounded.

Whoa, whoa.

I put a bullet in your brain, but you
don't have one.

So I'm going to 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 going to show up here.

We knew because your mother set you up.

She wants you out of the way, child. You
lie in your face.

Seems you're too dumb for her.

She needs new blood.

Take it in, punk. You are a liar.

She went to Menarditi's and she set up
the whole thing. No! 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,

rat off a boot.

I heard you the first time.

Whore. Are you enjoying this, Jim?

Shut up.

You gave the orders, La Punta.

He's lying, Tiago.

Your mother only wanted me out of the
way.

She didn't want to kill you.

They double -crossed her.

Don't interfere anymore, you bitch!

I said shut up! Get that spick's ass
against the wall.

Take one last look at her, man.

She's gonna die.

Whore! Slut!

Anybody got any gum?

Get over it.

Rita, you hate that slut. Yes.

She took your little boy.

Yes. Shoot her. Kill her.

I want to kill that bitch.

This is for you, fucker.

I must look like hell.

German went out the front.

Tiago, you don't believe what one 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.

always do what your mother says.

You hear me?

Always.

It will be like it was before when you
were in Rio and you were my baby.

Do you remember?