All language subtitles for Clika (2026)_track4_[eng]

[somber music playing]

[dog barks distantly]

[howls]

["Heisenbern" playing]

[alarm dinging]

[kisses]

[Chito] In Yuba City,
the harvest may change,

but the people always stay the same.

I got my red beard from my grandfather.
He was a migrant worker.

Picked fruit his whole life.

He taught me everything I know
about working the harvest.

[clattering]

[Flaco] Come on,
you're falling behind, pri.

-How many bags is that?
-[Blunt] Quatro, fool.

-This is my fifth one.
-[Blunt clicks tongue]

[thudding]

[Chito] We do contract work.
Paid for every bin we fill up.

The sooner we fill ten bins,
the sooner we're done for the day.

[sighs] I'm tryna get out of here, viejo.

Fool always tryna leave.
It not even lunch yet.

Stop trippin', pri. Let's get this money.

-[munches]
-No cap.

[inhaling]

It's gonna be a hot day today.

["Soy el jefe (En Vivo)" playing]

[Chito] The truck leaves twice a day
with 50 bins,

and every one of those peaches
was picked by hand.

When you gon' talk to her, viejo?

[clicks tongue] Man,
you been jinxed that shit, pri. Fuck.

-Bro, you're scared.
-Man, fuck both of y'all.

Better get the fuck outta here
and go get paid, brah.

Say less.

[exhales sharply]

-[Flaco] Hey, let's go, pa.
-I'll catch you guys right now.

[in Spanish] Do you want me to help you
before it gets too hot?

-Really?
-Really. I'll help.

God bless you, darling.

-Thank you.
-No problem, boss.

[guitar playing]

[singing "El Proceder de Manuel"]

♪ The days keep slipping by ♪

-[in English] Hey, you know that shit?
-I feel sick. I feel sick after that…

♪ The riders stay moving, I call in more ♪

[singing in Spanish]

♪ I can hold about seven days ♪

♪ Two hours to sleep
Then I'm all in back to work ♪

♪ Plenty of space left to ride ♪

-♪ I'm a ranchero, cowboy hat on tight ♪
-♪ Ranchero, no debate ♪

-♪ Gotta spur the horse to make it pay♪
-♪ Make it pay ♪

♪ I make it clear ♪

-♪ To any animal ♪
-♪ Any animal ♪

[in English] What do y'all know
about that song, vato?

It's that old-school stuff
we used to play back then.

Hell yeah, bro,
but now we make our own corridos too.

Can we play you some shit?

-Yeah, well, let's see what you got.
-Play that shit, Flaco.

[singing in Spanish]
♪ It's hard to be a saint ♪

♪ Everyone in the gang's a demon ♪

♪ Being bad, I'm having fun ♪

♪ I add four more players ♪

♪ To the list I navigate by ♪

♪ The same people who hold my respect ♪

[in English] Hey, no, no, no.
Stop, stop, stop. Stop.

-[Chito] What?
-[Carlos] What the fuck is that?

What do you mean,
"What the fuck is that," bro?

It's the new corridos.

-That ain't no corrido, vato.
-What? Man, fuck you, old man.

You don't know nothing, bro.

'Sup with that fool right there, bro?

[Chito] Old-school heads.
That's how they think.

That fool don't even know nothing.
Don't even worry about that shit, bro.

We straight chaka'ed out.

That fool was not chaka'ed
out at all, brother.

[car horn honks]

Damn, chaka.

-[Flaco] Okay, okay.
-Super fly.

-Are you coming?
-Okay, tío.

[Chito] Damn! Okay, tío, I see you.
When'd you get this one?

Has it been that long?

-What's up, Alfredo?
-Been a minute.

[Alfredo] What's up?

Damn, tío. You upgraded, pa.

A little bit, Blunt.

-You guys harvesting peaches yet or what?
-Shit! Just got outta work.

[Blunt] Got off the hauler right now.

Yeah, looks like you guys
been fucking working.

Let me show you
what I've been harvesting, perro.

[unzips bag]

[inhales]

-Damn, chaka.
-Can I see that shit?

[Chito] That shit's
busting through the bag.

[Blunt] No doubt.

That's yours right there. Smoke that shit.

Damn, big dog. Okay. Appreciate you.
That's love, yo.

-Hey, I'll catch you guys right now.
-[Flaco] All right, bro.

-All right, fool. Good seeing you, pap.
-[Flaco speaks Spanish]

So, what's up?

When you gonna let me make the runs?

[scoffs] Your ma would fucking kill me
if she even knew

we were talking about this shit.

How's she doing, anyways?

She's working, right?

She hasn't been working in months.
And the bank's been sending letters.

You ain't paying the fucking mortgage?

It's been bad.

[clicks tongue] Man, get in.

[engine turns over]

["Capitán Del Barco" playing]

[car door closes]

[in Spanish] Son, I prepared you a plate.

How was your day?

[dramatic music playing]

[dishes clattering]

[in English] Hermana, how's work?

It's fine.

Wednesday's my day off.

[in Spanish] And Thursday and Friday
and Saturday and Sunday.

[chuckles]

[in English] Bad joke.

There.

Hermana, I didn't come here to fight.

I came here to help.

I don't need your help.

Are you sure about that?

Hey, Mom. Long time no see, tío.

[Alfredo speaks Spanish]

[Alfredo in English] How you doing?
Look at you, man. How's school?

-[Chuy] In the home stretch.
-Eso. And as soon as you're done,

you come see me,
and I got something for you. Okay?

-Okay.
-[dishes clattering]

[speaks Spanish]

[in English] The house smells good, eh?

[door opens]

-[door closes]
-[sighs]

[door opens]

Your mom is just like my jefito.

If you ain't picking up
someone else's shit,

if you ain't picking up
fucking fruits in the field,

it's like you're not even working.

Who gives a fuck?

Are you guys still kicking it
at that spot or what?

Yeah, you pullin' up?

I don't know, dawg.
I'll let you know, bro.

He knows about the house.

[dramatic music playing]

[softly] That's family business.

Ain't tío family?

Not anymore.

-Mom, it's legal.
-Still drugs.

It's a crop, Mom.

I pick peaches, they pick buds.

-Grandpa spent his life--
-That is the man you want to be like.

Was it Grandpa's dream to pick fruit?

Grandpa's dream was to raise a family
in a house that he owned.

There is no shortcut to your dreams, mijo.

Going to make some coffee for Chuy.

[exhales sharply]

[Chito] Migrant workers do the shit
no one else wants to do in this country.

And that mentality is forced onto us
from birth.

When do we start doing for ourselves?

When do we get to live our American dream?

-[lively chatter]
-["Elevando Rango" playing]

-What's up, perrito? What's going on?
-What's up?

How you doing, bro?

Hey, I'm doing good, dawg. Shit.

[Alfredo] Good seeing you.
What's up? What's up? What's up?

-[kisses]
-Man, look at you guys.

-What's up, man?
-[Flaco] Tío, hey.

-[Alfredo] Blunt, how you doing?
-What's up, perrillo?

-All right, tío.
-[Alfredo] Yeah, we're good, dude.

[both speak Spanish]

-[in English] 'Sup? You tuned up or what?
-Bro, I'm always ready.

We look like fuckin' amateurs to you?

Yeah. You look like an amateur, for sure.

Man, fuck you. Cheers.

[singing "Ladeando" in Spanish]

♪ A double cup with
A quarter of purple syrup ♪

♪ Sludgy soda with ice
Just to have some fun ♪

♪ I'm leaning 'cause I've been consuming ♪

♪ It's just average stuff
Not saying that to brag ♪

♪ From Aunt Angelina, We get the bricks ♪

♪ If we put together eight ounces
Two-liter Sprite ♪

♪ Half price for you
That's what the contact said ♪

[girls chuckling]

♪ He's the plug for the small ones
Hooks it up ♪

♪ Here in the area we sell it
For double cents ♪

♪ And to keep moving, the movement… ♪

[in English] I haven't seen you
around here before.

I know. I don't get out much.

-Boyfriend got you locked down?
-[chuckles] No.

I'm in veterinary school.

-So you're smart.
-I guess so. [chuckles]

Hey, I gotta go.

Okay. I'm Chito, by the way.

I know.

When can I see you around?

Sunday. Church.

Church.

[somber music playing]

[keypad tapping]

[beeps]

[cell phone chimes]

Man, these motherfuckers
are 100 dollars a pop on Amazon,

but I went to Meek's,
found these shits for eight dollars.

Basically the same thing.
They're called gutter guards.

We still need mics and shit.

Fool, we don't acoustically treat
our vocal booth,

even the most expensive mic
gonna sound like shit.

"Acoustically treat our vocal booth"?

I learned that on YouTube.

Anyways, Flaco, that's good, pop.
That's good.

[gutter guard thuds]

Bro, this is a closet.

Fool, you gotta see
the bigger picture, viejo.

Fool, look. Once we have XLR cables,

egg flats, a mic stand,
a microphone, some headsets,

this right here, fool, this a vocal booth.

All right, fuck this shit, pri. I'm out.

Fool, you gotta see
the bigger picture, viejo.

Fuck.

Fuck. Come on. [sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

[Chito] Making music is my dream.

[inaudible]

But the bank don't give a fuck
about my dreams.

I gotta take care of my mom.

So I'm putting my dreams on hold.

["WGV" playing over speakers]

Damn! Tío, this how you coming?

No. Bueno sería.

These are Angelo's.

And they say, "Cars are the extension
of a man's character," no?

Like Grandpa's truck.

I remember the first day
he brought this home.

[scoffs]

He had just came back from Mexico
that day.

New shirt, new hat, new truck.

Everything made in Mexico.

He was proud of that.

You didn't come
to reminisce about Grandpa.

Talk to me. What's up?

And it better not be
about those runs, Chito.

-Why not?
-Because as long as you're living with--

Just hear me out.
We're gonna lose Grandpa's house.

Then you better start
picking some more fucking peaches.

I bust my ass off, but it's not enough.

-Chito, you don't think I get it?
-So why don't you let me do the runs?

It's not gonna happen, Chito.

But we're family.

Let me tell you something about family.
They'll be the first ones to fuck you.

Chito, you don't think
I could pay for the house right now?

Your jefita would never let me do that.

Whatever.

Look.

Take this. Put it away.
Don't let your mom see that.

Chito, don't tell your mom
I gave you that.

["Diosa" playing]

Oh, shit! What the fuck?

I ain't gonna lie, mami.
You're wrong for that one right there.

You know you're gonna be my future wife
one day, right?

[song ends]

[beeps]

Hey, it's beeping. It's beeping.
It's beeping.

It's beeping. It's beeping. It's beeping.

It should be ready.

-Chaka. You're not ready.
-[Blunt] Let me see.

[Blunt exclaiming, breathing rapidly]

Bro, that shit came out fucking hard!

I ain't gonna lie.
I didn't think it was gonna work.

You don't like it?

Think we're gonna lose the house.

No way, bro.

Damn, viejo, for real?

I asked tío
about making some runs, though.

[clicks tongue] You're never making
fucking runs with tío, dawg.

It's legal now.

Fool, not what tío be doing.

Whatever. He ain't letting me do it, so…

Fool. I promise you, dawg.

You're talented, you're motivating.

Fool, the way you tell stories,
ain't nobody doing that, dawg, for real.

Like, I really mean that, fool.

Fool, we just built our own studio.

I promise you, fool. [kisses]
Te lo juro, dawg. Te prometo, fool.

We're gonna get a deal, fool.

Just believe.
Just trust in the process, dawg.

-You got dreams. I'll give you that.
-[cell phone chimes]

I'm for real with it.

[exhales sharply]

[cell phone beeps]

Hey, I been thinking, man, um…

Look, I'mma do this run to Vegas,
all right?

[clicks pen]

And I…

I'm gonna meet with some L.A. homies,
and I'mma stay out there.

[lighter flicks]

I need somebody to do the I.E. run.

["Los Dos Amigos" playing faintly]

Can I trust you?

Come on, man, I'm family.
Of course you can trust me.

Be here at 4:30 a.m. tomorrow.

Don't fuck this up.

["Mi Barrio" playing]

[Chito] I don't know why tío's letting me
do the I.E. run.

Maybe he does feel bad
about Grandpa's house.

Maybe it's something else.

Doesn't matter.

[clangs]

-[Alfredo] Ready or what?
-Yep.

First rule is staying under the radar.

[speaks Spanish]

[in English] Second rule is
always being on time.

I'm 15 minutes early.

Yeah, well, working with Angelo,
15 minutes early is being on time.

Don't fuckin' question it, dude.

-Where's your Rollie?
-This is flying under the radar.

The packs are in here.

[in Spanish] The packs are well hidden.

[in English] So you don't gotta
worry about it. Stay cool.

[in Spanish] Don't panic.
You understand me?

[in English] When you get there,
you give 'em the ten packs,

they're gonna give you 30.

You count that shit in front of them.

Look.

Don't leave without counting the money
in front of them.

[speaks Spanish]

[in English] When you get to half a tank,
don't let it get below. You stop.

No matter where the fuck you're at,
you stop and you fill up.

It's very important that you fill up.

-You nervous or what?
-A little bit.

Yeah, well, I'd be surprised
if you weren't. Let's go.

Here, take this.

Fuck.

Get some food, some gas,
whatever the fuck else you wanna do.

For sure.
I'mma shoot to L.A. to get some kicks.

No, no, no. We're not goin' to L.A.
L.A.'s off-limits.

L.A. is off-limits. Got it.

If cops pull you over,
no matter what happens,

you show 'em that paper.
That's all you gotta do.

Just give 'em that,
you're legit with that shit.

And whatever you do, don't call me
or text me on the regular line.

You hit me on the WhatsApp.

WhatsApp. Got it.

Get outta here.

["Feria En El Pantalón" playing]

[Chito] My mom would probably think
I'm taking a shortcut.

But fuck that. I've earned this shit.

And fuck anyone who judges me for this.

San Bernardino is 480 miles
from Yuba City.

I got an eight-hour drive in front of me.

["Moreno 80" playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Who the fuck is you?

[chuckles] Chito.

I'm Burro.

[car door closes]

[in Spanish] I knew you liked them White.

Just because I don't like you.

Yes. She likes the bad boys, with beards.

[in English] 'Ey, y'all know
this is Alfredo's nephew, right?

-[in Spanish] You speak Spanish?
-Yeah. Where are you from?

I'm from 'Dino,
but my family is from Jalisco.

[in English] 'Ey,
y'all was not expecting that shit.

Don't be shakin' your head.

-[laughing]
-Come on.

[tense music playing]

[Burro] Five thousand.

Yo, what the fuck you doing?

-Counting the cash.
-The machine already did it.

You are just like your uncle.

'Ey, this shit right here is fire.

And that's the reason
why I'm doubling my order.

-Twenty pounds?
-Oh, so you're good with math, too.

-[chuckles]
-'Cause, I mean, I could call your uncle.

Shit, I got you.

Cool.

Hey, ain't that that homie Junior
from G Star?

[Burro] Yeah, that's him.

That's another reason
why I'm doubling my order.

They going on tour.

["Pa Que Sepan" playing]

[Chito] Seeing that picture of Junior
from G Star Music got me thinking.

Was this a sign from God
that I should stop making runs

and focus on music?

Or was this God telling me,

"Keep making runs
so you can do the music"?

[Blunt] Fool,
I be letting the bitches know.

Fool, right off the rip, like,
I live with my moms, so you…

You feel me?
Sneak 'em in the house and shit.

-I just be like…
-Damn, perro.

But they can't be loud.
They can't be like… [exclaims]

You know I got good dick, so they be loud.
So they gotta be like… [groans softly]

You know what I'm saying, like…

And when my mom walks in,
I be playing possum, fool.

"Okay, you caught me,"
you know what I mean?

-What's up, homie?
-What's up, chaka?

Damn, fool! It's already later, pops.

My fault. I was a little busy.

-Acoustic treatment or what?
-You like those?

-[Chito] Chaka.
-La Moni got it for us.

La Moni?

-[smacks lips] Ah.
-The girl from the field or what?

-This one's been onculado, onculado.
-[Chito] Shit.

First of all, fuck you.
And it's not even like that, fool.

We just connect spiritually and mentally.
You know what I'm saying?

It's not even about getting to cracking,
fool, like…

You know? You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I wanna get married, fool.

Like, "Be mine" type shit.
You know what I'm sayin'?

Is this tío's shit?

-Yeah, it's been burning good.
-Yeah, this shit's smokin'.

What's up, motherfucker?
We gon' work or what?

Papa, I've been working. A song a day.

Lemme see.

♪ Lemme see what you're talkin' about ♪

[plucks guitar strings]

Nothing but that heat.

The Es Difícil Ser un Santo bar
is hard, fool.

Go on, chaka.

-Let's fucking record it, then, pops.
-Run it.

Let's get it. [grunts]

[Chito singing "Es Difícil Ser Un Santo"
in Spanish]

♪ Always on my mind ♪

♪ Stacking up the thick packs ♪

♪ Green thoughts ♪

♪ Green's burned
And my mind starts to rise ♪

♪ We don't think the same ♪

♪ Different perspectives ♪

♪ The move's been noticed
Three roosters I carry in my crew ♪

♪ It's hard to be a saint ♪

♪ Everyone in the gang's a demon ♪

♪ Being bad, I'm having fun ♪

♪ I add four more players ♪

♪ To the list I navigate by ♪

♪ The same people who hold my respect ♪

♪ The folks I consider family
The ones I started from zero with ♪

[song ends]

[in English] What are you still doing up?

I had to take a break
from these books, man.

You trying to catch this out?

You should stick to the books.
All I take is dubs.

Okay. All right, let's see it, then.
Let's go. Come on.

All right.

You ain't got nothing, boy.
You ain't got shit on me.

Uh-uh. Catch this little piojo
right here, boy.

-Nope.
-Yeah.

-Nothing.
-Come on, chaka.

Hey, I miss this.

You miss this ass-whooping for sho.

[both chuckle]

[dramatic music playing]

Hey, doesn't Chela go to your church?

Yeah. You trying to get with Chela?
[chuckles]

[controller clacking]

Oh, you're feeling her cousin, huh?

You got the feels for Candy.

Aw. It's cute, bro.

Boom!

No! Fuck, bro! Are you kidding?

[birds chirping]

What you doing up so early?

I'm going to church.

Going to church?

Yeah, I'm going to church.

[whispers in Spanish]

[in English] No way, ama.
This about a girl.

[speaks Spanish, chuckles]

[church bell tolling]

-[in English] She's beautiful.
-She is.

[Mari chuckles]

[in Spanish] Come on.
Go on and talk to her.

-[in English] Love you. See you right now.
-Love you, too.

Well, well, well.
Look who actually showed up.

-You came.
-Of course.

So, when are you singing again?

I'll sing for you whenever you want.
[chuckles]

[both chuckle]

How about you take me to dinner first?

How about tonight?

Or tomorrow if you're not busy.

Tonight's fine. Give me your phone.

That's me. And I will see you later.

[giggles]

[cell phone chimes]

[cell phone dings]

[in Spanish] You counted it, right?

[in English] Yeah.

-It's all there?
-It's all there.

[in Spanish] There's twenty-seven.
Plus the three I already gave you.

[in English] That's your cut.

Oh, you're gonna count it?

-Feels good, don't it?
-Hell yeah.

[in Spanish] You know what?

[in English] Since
it's your first time, cabrón…

[in Spanish] We all have to get

a little bit of it, now.

[in English] It's a gift
from me to you, mijo.

[in Spanish] Put it on.

[in English] Shit is dope.

[in Spanish] It's gonna look good on you.

No big deal.

[laughs]

-[in English] Love you, tío.
-I love you too, mijo.

Hey.

[in Spanish] Give it your all.

[in English] Let's get it.

Hey, you're supposed to sip that, cabrón.

[Spanish guitar instrumental playing]

[camera shutter clicks]

[Alfredo speaks Spanish]

[in English] Burro needs 20 pounds
next week.

[in Spanish] Let's give it to him.

[in English] Okay.

[cell phone dings]

-Fuck, I have to take this girl out.
-The one from the spot?

Probably gonna need this.

-I'll bring it back to you tonight.
-That's yours.

Take care of it.

-Okay.
-You'll need it for next week.

[Alfredo speaks Spanish]

["Hublot" playing]

-[indistinct chatter]
-[sizzling]

[in Spanish] Hey, kid. How many?

Two steak tacos with everything, please.

For you, miss?

I'll take two tongue, two head,
and two chorizo, please.

[both converse in Spanish]

Are you sharing or they're all yours?

-[in English] Damn.
-[laughing]

Can't wait. I'm a fat-ass.

[Candy laughing]

-[Chito] Got it all over your lips.
-I know.

So, it's like medical school,
but I don't have a residency, you know?

My brother's in med school.
He's been in there for a minute.

How long have you been doing music?

My grandpa started teaching me
when I was five.

[Candy] Do you love it?

It just takes a while to get noticed.

That just proves
that you can't rush greatness, you know?

You sound just like my mom.

She says,
"There's no shortcuts to your dreams."

["Ella" playing]

What?

I just think your mom and I
are gonna get along. [chuckles]

[Chito] I had fun today.

So…

I was thinking…

[kisses]

[chuckles]

[song ends]

-[door closes]
-Chito.

How was your day, mijo?

I'm gonna pick up extra hours.

We are not going to talk about
depressing shit tonight.

Is that your special tea?

[whispers in Spanish]

-[in English] You okay? Mom?
-Mm-hmm.

[dramatic music playing]

[crying]

[crying, in Spanish] They… they…
they're going to take our home.

[sniffles]

[in English] They're not taking
nothing from us, I promise.

[crying]

[Chito] The last time Mom drank,
my dad had just left us.

It's time for me to be
the man of the house.

["Crimes" playing]

I was on a mission.

First thing I had to do was delay
the foreclosure on our house.

But the bank already paid the back taxes,
not to help us, though.

They did it so they could legally
steal our house.

The only way I could stop them
was to pay the entire tax bill

and the missing mortgage payments.

I had a month to come up with $20,253.31.

I don't know if it was God or what,
but Burro doubled up on his order.

[cash register dings]

Burro hooked me up with dispensaries
in Victorville…

-[cash register dings]
-…Lancaster and Bakersfield.

That added another 50 pounds to my run.

I was able to pay off the house in full.

Within a month,
I had to make two runs a week.

The studio cost eight stacks to hook up.

[cash register dings]

Candy and I got really close, too.

She was so into the books,
she had no idea what I was into.

I would tell my mom
I got extra bonus money

because I was picking the most peaches.

Had to put new kicks on Grandpa's truck.

[cash register dings]

I was doing two runs a week,
making eight to ten stacks each trip.

Sometimes I had to break the piggy bank
when I seen something I wanted…

and had to take care of my girl.

[cash register dings]

Oh, my God. Those are beautiful, Chito.
Are these real?

It doesn't even matter. I love them.
[chuckling]

[Chito] Of course, they were real.

I was pulling down at least 70 racks
a month.

The T-Type my tío lined up

-cost me 80 bands…
-[cash register dings]

-…which left me some fuck you money.
-[cash register dings]

[singing "Es Difícil Ser Un Santo"
in Spanish]

♪ Let 'em hate all they want
I'm still grinding for that cash ♪

♪ Double cup, soda's nasty ♪

-[in English] 'Ey?
-Damn, perro.

-[cash register dings]
-Fool, what the fuck?

["Es Difícil Ser Un Santo"
continues playing]

[Chito] Life was perfect.

Except my mom and my girl had no idea
I was living a double life.

[singing in Spanish]

♪ Always on my mind ♪

♪ Stacking up the thick packs ♪

♪ Green thoughts ♪

♪ Green's burned
And my mind starts to rise ♪

♪ We don't think the same ♪

♪ Different perspectives ♪

♪ The move's been noticed
Three roosters I carry in my crew ♪

♪ It's hard to be a saint ♪

♪ Everyone in the gang's a demon ♪

♪ Being bad, I'm having fun ♪

♪ I add four more players ♪

♪ To the list I navigate by ♪

♪ The same people who hold my respect ♪

♪ The folks I consider family… ♪

[in English] No fucking way.

What?

Candy.

Candy! Look at this!

It's Chito!

-[both screaming]
-Oh, my God!

Look! Look at the video.

Dude, this video has three million views.

[both singing along]
♪ It's hard to be a saint ♪

♪ Everyone in the gang's a demon ♪

♪ Being bad, I'm having fun ♪

-[both screaming]
-Oh, my God!

-Wait.
-Dude, freaking Chito's repping Yuba City.

Oh, my God.

-He's gonna be famous.
-He's fuckin' famous, bro.

[both scream]

[Blunt] Fuck,
I think they're talking about us.

Fucking telling you,
they're talking about us.

[singing in Spanish]
♪ I add four more players ♪

[women speaking Spanish]

[in English] That's our fucking song.

[exclaims]

[Alfredo] Mira. Watch out! Watch out!
Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!

Boom! Right there! Give me my money!
Give me my money!

-[man] Fuck.
-Give me my money, homie. Shit.

Dude, you want a refund?

A-yo, Al. Yo, ain't this Chito?

[singing in Spanish]

♪ With the team by my side I stay firm
The balance never tips ♪

That's my nephew right there, perro.
That's my nephew right there!

-Let's go!
-Let's go, homie. Right there.

Damn, pri, that's a fly-ass whip.

Yeah, living full.
This your shit right here?

-Yeah, that's me.
-[Ohgeesy] Old-school.

-T-Type.
-Come on, now.

-Shit's clean. What's your name?
-Chito.

Chito. What you be doing?

I'm in the music biz.
I'm trying to get like you, you feel me?

I hear you. Keep working.
You gon' do that shit.

-Right on, chaka. All right.
-Brother.

[laughing]

You fed Spam to your dog?

-I didn't know.
-Oh, my God!

Please tell me you didn't kill--

No, mija. No.

She did start losing her hair.

And when we got Fifi to the vet,
she starts throwing up Spam.

The vet goes, "Is that Spam?"

[laughing]

He was a good vet, though.

Hey. Did you guys like Chito's video?

-Your video?
-[Candy] Here it is.

["Es Difícil Ser Un Santo"
playing in video]

♪ Always on my mind ♪

♪ Stacking up the thick packs ♪

That's a lot of gold and diamonds.

♪ Green thoughts ♪

♪ Green's burned
And my mind starts to rise ♪

You sound great, mijo.

Oh, 45 million views?

Oh… [chuckles]

Those are gorgeous earrings.

Oh, thank you.

Chito bought them for me.

["Distinta Movida" playing]

[in Spanish] Baby, that's you.

[in English] Hi.

[in Spanish] Your videos
went viral doing corrido.

[in English] Hell, yeah.

[in Spanish] Doing some dope stuff.

You speak hella fast. Where are you from?

Puerto Rico.

-Puerto Rico!
-Puerto Rico! Okay!

I hear your stuff.

Hella dope clika shit.

-[in English] Okay. Okay.
-Bye.

[in Spanish] Good looking. Take care.

[inaudible]

[in English] 'Sup, chaka?

-Oh, shit.
-Man, I see you, brotha.

-Yo, Chito.
-Hell, yeah.

-Hey!
-[woman] How you doing?

[song fades]

[Candy laughing]

-Is that why my beard hurts?
-What?

-Is that why it hurts?
-Yeah. You're…

You're fucking, like,
I don't know, from Ireland. You have…

-Nice thighs. Luego-luego se nota.
-[laughing]

["La Bestia" playing]

-What?
-That's not how you drink it.

You're supposed to make an airway
with your lips. Like this.

Can't have my girl out here
not knowing how to drink 40s.

[in Spanish] I'm your girlfriend?

[in English] Thought that's
what we've been doing.

I never thought I would come all the way
to Yuba City to fall in love.

[song ends]

[tense music playing]

You're fucking late.

Why you tripping? I told Burro.

I don't give a fuck what you told Burro.
Where the fuck is Grandpa's truck?

It's at the storage unit.

The first fucking rule from Angelo
is to never be fucking late.

I know what the first rule is.

But when you're driving
in fly shit like that,

wearing bullshit like this
doesn't make a difference.

-You wanna get fucking cocky on me?
-I'm not cocky.

You're outta control.
You're getting caught up in this shit.

Don't get this shit fucked up.

-You hear me?
-You know what I hear?

Fear.

[in Spanish] You don't fucking get it.

[in English] You sound
just like my grandpa.

Fuck you.

["Los 4 Ases (Corrido Tumbado)" playing]

[Chito] My tío doesn't see me
as a man yet.

He's gaming me,
like I'm not ready for success.

When the truth is,
he wasn't ready for my success.

Damn.

[in Spanish] Your boy has drip.

-[in English] This shit is righteous.
-How you doin'?

[in Spanish] Can I get a selfie with you?

[Chito in English] Of course.

-Clika!
-[camera shutter clicks]

[Boriqua] Hey, Chito!

[in Spanish] I see
your viral 'Clika Shit' video.

[in English] That's right.

Maya. Maya!

Your vagina fell out.

-[all laughing]
-[mutters]

How well you know Junior?

Oh, we cool.

Get these tracks to him for me.

I mean, we cool,
but I don't know him like that.

[cell phone chimes]

Hey. I got somebody I want you to meet.

[DJ] What up? It's your man J. Valentino
right here at Prendido Showgirls!

We getting lit tonight.

Right about now, we got
a two-for-one special coming up next.

[speaking in Spanish]

-What's up, Junior?
-What's up, big boss?

'Cause of you, all the brothers
are singing in Spanish now, homie.

Man, you know we making
that one love happen, bro.

-Fo sho, homie.
-All right.

Keep shining. I'll see you, homie.

I'm tryna get on your level, baby.
Let's go.

["Santal 22" playing]

Ah, there you are.

So, look. The guy you meeting with
basically runs L.A.

But don't worry, I'm vouching for you.

So don't fuck this up.

I got you.

-Rebel!
-What's up, Burro?

-What's up, man?
-How's the little ones, homie?

They good, they good. Getting big.

My little girl, she's trying
to get into boxing now.

[Rebel] Okay, okay. Who's this, homie?

Uh, this right here is Chito.

-Cuz wanted to meet him.
-All right.

Y'all good, homie.

All right. Appreciate you, Rebel.

What's up, pa?

-Nephew. My man.
-Good to see you.

This is Chito. Fredo's nephew.

You Angelo new boy?

Yeah. Chito.

All right, look, I'mma be back.
I gotta handle something.

All right, y'all.

All right, Counselor. Right on time.

How's your uncle?

He's good.

What'd he tell you about me?

Nothing. I just figure
you're the reason L.A.'s off limits.

Hmm. So let me tell you what I'mma do.

I'mma buy the next 400 pounds AG produce…

at a million dollars.

-But that's only--
-This is not a negotiation.

I stand on business.

[counselor] May I see
your driver's license?

Is this your current address,
Mr. Gonzalez?

-[camera shutter clicks]
-Yeah.

Just a little insurance.

You'll be papered up for the return trip.

This is a purchase order
with my business card attached.

This way, if you get accosted
by law enforcement,

you present that document to them.

It's very important.

This way we can avoid any delays
with an asset forfeiture.

Do you have any questions
for me, Mr. Gonzalez?

What's "accosted"?

If the police stop you, this shit keep you
out of jail and protect my cash, l'il.

Good.

Mr. Sloan.

Good night, Counselor.

"Accosted."

[both chuckle]

That's some lawyer shit.

You strapped, l'il?

No.

-Hey, Erv.
-Yeah.

Make sure he gets something
so he can protect my cash.

All right. We got you. Say less.

-You good?
-Yeah.

Let's get this paper.

That's right.
You and your favorite showgirls.

Her booty, your laps.

Two songs for the price of one. Let's go.

["Feliz Intro" playing]

Shit's crazy.

Yo, what's up, Junior?

Yo, what's up, my man? What's cracking?

Chillin'. Hey, this my boy Chito.

-Man, what's up, Chito? What's good, man?
-What's good, big dog?

-Chillin', man.
-[Chito] G Star is killing it.

Man, we trying, my boy.
We definitely doing that.

Yo, but I see you hanging out
with the brothers.

Hey, come on. You know how
the Black and brown get down.

[Junior] That's right, baby, all day.

-All right.
-[woman] Hey!

You're the guy that's viral right now.

[speaking in Spanish]

[both singing in Spanish]
♪ It's hard to be a saint ♪

♪ Everyone in the gang's a demon ♪

-[Burro in English] Okay!
-Oh, that's you, man?

I heard your shit earlier in the club.
That's right. Keep that shit up, my boy.

[Burro] See? I hooked you up.

They know your shit. They know your shit!

["Las 3 Torres" playing]

[inhales]

[inhales]

[inhales]

[cell phone dings]

[Ervin] You already got your instructions
from the counselor.

Here's a little something-something
if something pop off.

-You good?
-Yeah.

[cell phone dings]

[keypad tapping]

[cell phone dings]

That's right.
Check in with your boss, jackass.

[cell phone chimes]

[engine starts]

[cell phone dings]

["Piloto Filoso" playing]

[song fades]

Have a seat.

[tense music playing]

[sighs]

You, young man,
have become quite the producer.

Yes, sir. I'm a hard worker.

[unzips jacket] You certainly are.

[sighs]

So, what do you think of Bullet?

[smacks lips] He's full of…
life experience.

[laughing]

"Life experience."

Bullet is a fucking warrior.

-Right?
-Fuck Bullet.

I think Chito takes the money back up
on his next run.

That's a lot to leave on the table.

[door opens]

Yeah, we got a mil in the big duffel.

We got 150k in the small bag.

You know you're producing more
than your uncle right now, don't you?

I didn't know that.

[Jim] You know what I think?

I think your uncle doesn't want you
taking that 100k commission.

Jim, what the fuck?

Let's do this.

4:30, Monday morning.

Jim, listen, I think we should
split up the run and lower the risk.

Chito?

You wanna split it with your uncle?
This is your show.

[scoffs]

Nah. I got this.

Chito, listen.

I've been where you been.

And you think you got
all this shit figured out, perro.

[in Spanish] But you don't know.

[in English] When's the last time
you made a 400-pound run?

Chito, it's not about
how much fucking shit you move.

It's who you're moving it for.

[in Spanish] And you don't
know them, dude.

Listen.

[in English] L.A. doesn't give
a fuck about you.

You think you know Bullet?

[in Spanish] Dude, they will look for you,
get you and won't let you go.

They're going to play both of us.

[in English] You're just
trying to scare me.

That doesn't work anymore, tío.

Chito, I'm not trying
to scare you this time.

This is as real as it gets.

-Look, man, just listen, all right?
-You done?

Yeah, I guess you're gonna have
to figure it out on your own, then.

Guess so.

[engine starts]

[engine revving]

[Blunt] Fool, where the fuck
you been all day, dawg?

It took us a fucking extra hour
to finish today, fool.

I'm sorry, bro. I was busy
showing our stuff to Junior.

What? Where at?

At the club with the G Star boys
and the man himself.

[Flaco] Nah, chaka.

Fool, you think we're fucking stupid?

Babe, you should be happy.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

So you're telling me you were at the club

showing our shit to G Star Music
and Junior and them?

For sureskis.

Bro, you're a fucking mule, dawg.

You're a fucking disappointment.

You don't think we fucking get it?

Bro, your new fucking chain,
your new fucking car… All that, bro?

The new computer, 4,000 in mics,
the recording studio.

I didn't ask you for none of that, dawg!

-But you use it.
-But so what? I didn't ask you for it.

We don't need that shit.
We had our own shit, dawg.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey!
-I didn't need the fucking computer, dawg.

-Relax, relax, relax, bro.
-I didn't ask you for that shit, bro.

-Hey.
-When the last time

you wrote a fucking song, dawg?
You fucking haven't, fool.

Where the fuck is your music book at?

Exactly. You don't got that shit, fool.

You gave up your fucking dream
for a fucking gold chain, dawg.

Fuck you, dawg.

Let's go, Flaco. Fuck this fool.

[La Moni sighs]

[somber music playing]

[Chito] Hey, Mom.

[Mari] I went down to the bank today.

The bank lady said there are no back taxes
and the mortgage is paid off.

I… I said, "There has to be a mistake."

"No," she said, "there's no mistake."

She remembers this nice young man paying…

and he had the most beautiful red beard.

Now I understand why your uncle
gave you Grandpa's truck.

-Mom--
-You lied to me!

-I couldn't let them take the house.
-For drug money.

So take your drug money and your jewelry
and get out of my house.

Now!

[floorboard creaking]

If you don't leave,
I'm… I'mma throw your ass out.

You ain't gon' do shit.

When's the last time
you helped out around here?

-I'm in school.
-Well, while you were in school,

I paid off the back taxes,
I paid off the mortgage,

I kept our house from getting taken.

I didn't wanna worry you.

-Mama's boy.
-Fuck you!

-Fuck you!
-[Mari] Hey, hey, hey, hey!

No, no, no, no. No, boys!

Enough! Stop!

My baby, I'm… I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, mijo.

You get out of my house now.

Go!

Give me the keys.

You don't deserve
to drive Grandpa's truck.

[keys jingling]

-[Chela] Candy, don't.
-Candelaria.

-Hey… Don't look.
-I gotta go.

[bell tolling]

Why you been ghosting me?

Why?

These?

Four carats. Real diamonds.

[DJ in video] Hey, hey, Burro!

Hold up, hold up, hold up!

You told me that you were at work.

A lie.

That car?

Is the same car from the video.

And you told your mom it was
one of Flaco's friends' car. A lie!

You didn't seem to mind the other night
when we were smashing in it.

Fuck you, pinche mentiroso.

I did it so we wouldn't lose the house.

You're even lying to yourself.

Whatever.

No, Chito.

You actually got the shortcut
that you were looking for your whole life.

Good luck with that.

[Spanish song playing]

[Mari speaking Spanish]

[Mari speaking Spanish]

[siren wailing]

[song ends]

Pull around back.

["Tiempo Es Dinero" playing]

-[siren wailing]
-Driver, pull over. Go into the lot.

-[siren wailing]
-[tires screeching]

[song continuing on speakers]

Turn that shit off.

[music stops]

Is there a problem, Officer?

You know, I almost bought
one of those back in the day.

-Really?
-The Grand National. Yeah.

-Stock car.
-[Parker] Fast as hell.

Hey. Please keep… keep it simple.
Just scare him, all right?

-[Parker] Yes, sir.
-Face will be enough.

The fuck's going on?

Now we got some things to discuss.
Come on.

Come on, now. You know the dance.

Come on! Get 'em out, get 'em out!

[line ringing]

[exhales] Hey.

Yeah, I'm looking at him right now.

Hey, you need a warrant.

Shut the fuck up.

You don't even know where you are, man.

We got a gangsta up in here.

That's 25 years, Chito.

[Ruiz] What do we got here?

Oh, you taking my shit now?

[grunts]

[groans] Fucking…

Motherfucker!

[grunts]

-Mother… Stay down, motherfucker!
-[Ruiz laughs]

[Ruiz] Kick his fucking ass.

-Kick his fucking ass!
-Motherfucker!

[grunting]

-[Ruiz] That's right.
-[Parker] Son of a bitch!

[grunting in distance]

[Ruiz] Yeah, puto, stay the fuck down!

All right, so let me handle this,
and we'll see you back at the spot.

-Motherfucker!
-[Ruiz] Yeah, puto, we're gonna…

[Parker] You fucking piece of shit!

-[Baker] Enough!
-Get your fucking hands off me!

We gotta go.

Enough!

This motherfucker!

-[Jones] Parker.
-[Parker] Little piece of shit.

-Parker!
-[Parker scoffs]

[scoffs]

Motherfuck!

What'd I ask you to do?

Scare him.

-No, fuck that, boss. He came--
-[Jones] Hey, nobody's talkin' to you!

Just shut up.

[sighs]

Now you put us in a world of shit.

So this is the plan.

It went exactly as planned. All right?

Took him out to the desert couple miles,
put the fear of God into him,

he pissed himself… and then we left.

You, put him in the car,
pick up Smith on the way

and then you drop his ass
at the Gardens, all right?

Let the savages deal with it.

And, you. Just follow us in his car, okay?

Yes, boss.

All right, now we know
who we're dealing with, all right?

He can smell bullshit
a mile a-fucking-way, so…

if he thinks we fucked him in any way…

he's gonna come down on us.

-[Parker] Yeah.
-All right, then.

Let's get the fuck out of here
before Karens with cell phones…

-Yeah.
-…put our faces

all over fucking YouTube.

[Parker grunts]

Come on.

Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?

[tense music playing]

-[sighs] What's up, big dog?
-What's up?

[scoffs] Goddamn.

Y'all fucked his ass up.

Yo, is this motherfucker breathin'?

Same game plan?

Drop him off at Nickerson… pin it on them?

-Yep.
-Rinse and repeat.

[police siren echoing]

Back up! Back the fuck off!

Back the fuck off! Back the fuck off!

-Let's go.
-Back the fuck off!

[dramatic music playing]

[engine starts]

[indistinct chatter]

[mockingly] "Nah. I got this."

That's what he told you, right?

Yeah. That's what he said.

[Angelo] Yep.

They were waiting for me.

Right.

Did you take a beating for 100 grand…

or to split a million in product?

[tense music playing]

For this.

It doesn't matter.

But someone… has got to pay.

[tense music continuing]

[door opens]

[switch clicks]

[muffled groans]

[chains rattling]

[muffled shouts]

[muffled groan]

[breathing heavily]

[Alfredo] Why'd you fuck him up like that?

He had nothing to fucking do with it!

You didn't know.

[Angelo sighs]

They're gonna pay.

This is 100 pounds of your delivery.

Do you know we track your shipments?

You were pulled over in Vernon.

Then they took the delivery up
to Santa Clarita.

-Mm-hmm.
-Where your uncle picked up his cut.

You with me?

Chito, they weren't supposed
to do you like that.

I was trying to teach him a lesson.

[inhales and exhales]

He sold you out for 300,000.

You weren't supposed
to go work with Bullet.

That was my decision.

And it took you years
to clear that shit up,

while I stood fucking by you, Angelo!

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait! Wait! No, no, no.

It isn't fair. I know.

[Alfredo] No, no, no, wait. Chito.

[softly] No. No.

[tense music playing]

No. No, no, look, look, look.
Mírame, mírame.

-Chito, Chito, no, no, no, no! Pérate!
-[gun cocks]

Pérate, Chito, no! No, Chito!

-[muffled] Pérate, Chito! No! No, Chito!
-[shrill ringing]

[indistinct shouting]

No, Chito!

[sobbing]

Chito!

[music stops]

You were my fucking hero.

Chito…

Chito, you know I would have
never let them do that to you, right?

Chito, you know that, right? Come on.

You know that, right?

[somber music playing]

Right?

[in Spanish] Chito, don't leave me. Wait.

[speaking Spanish]

Chito! Chito!

[somber music continuing]

[birds chirping]

[door closes]

[in Spanish] What are you doing here?

I told you I don't want you in this house.

[dramatic music playing]

What happened to you?

[in English] I'm sorry, Mom.

[sighs]

[sniffles]

[in Spanish] You're home. You're home.

[in English] What the fuck
happened to you, dawg?

I'm done with this shit, man.

Well, that's good for you, dawg.

I got something you wanna hear.

There's a whole lotta that.

Clika shit, my boy.

[sighs]

Man, get the fuck in here, fool.
But let's get to work.

["Cosas De La Clika" playing]

[singing in Spanish]

♪ I dodge all bad vibes ♪

♪ Life's got levels, that's no lie ♪

♪ I move my own way, run my own line ♪

♪ No cap, the climb was rough this time ♪

♪ Proud of my spot
'Cause I earned it right ♪

♪ See the moves I'm making
I'm always rolling on the crooked side ♪

[Chito in English]
Yeah, I'm makin' another run.

But it's not what you think.

[song continuing]

♪ The job's gonna stretch on
The order comes through the mail ♪

♪ Area 5-30, we're based here
From the 2-0-9… ♪

[Chito] Once I stopped cutting corners,
all my cards fell into place.

♪ Instead of shoes
I keep bundles stored in the box ♪

♪ All of this
Is already starting to feel normal to me ♪

♪ A thousand in a bad day
Things never go wrong for me ♪

♪ The meter's on the vibes are strong ♪

-Global boys.
-We goin' with it.

Let's go. That's right, baby.

Yes, sir!

♪ You wouldn't get it
This life ain't for you ♪

[whooping]

[camera shutter clicks]

-[cash register dings]
-[people cheering]

["99 Problemas" playing]

[crowd cheering]

[singing in Spanish]

[crowd cheering]

[crowd cheering]

[song continuing]

[crowd cheering]

[song continuing]

[crowd cheering]

[crowd cheering]

[song fades]

["Yo, Billetes y Damas" playing]

[Chito in English] Grandpa's house
will always stay in our family.

But you know I had
to buy Moms a new house.

[lively chatter]

What?

Congratulations, Doctor.

Oh my God, I thought you were on tour.

I was, but ain't no way
I was gonna miss my girl's graduation.

You saw me walk?

Yeah, I was that guy
in the crowd yelling, "Candelaria!"

-[laughing] That was you?
-Yeah, yeah.

Oh, my God. I'm so happy you're here.

-How you doing?
-Shit, we out here, bro.

-Ready for this shit?
-Get it, come on.

Made you something for the trip.

They feed me well, Mom.

Not like Mama's food.

Tacos and tamales.

I'm so proud of you.

No shortcuts, huh?

No shortcuts.

Call me when you get there.

[Mari speaking Spanish]

Love you too, Mom.

[cell phone chimes]

[Chito] I know my uncle didn't mean
for me to catch that beating.

["Compa P" playing]

He's still in the game.

Started a grow down in Mexico.

Turns out, him being under Angelo
was what was holding him back.

[horse whinnies]

Damn, tío. You're doing it.

Yeah, it's a work in progress, pero…

It's not bad, right?

I feel really bad about not being able
to get the T-Type back for you.

But I think I got something better.

Check it out.

[Chito] Damn.

[sentimental music playing]

-[in Spanish] All good?
-[man] Good.

-Put 'em inside for a bit.
-Yes, sir.

Thank you.

[in English] This is badass.

It's all yours.

Chito, I'm proud of you.

[in Spanish] And your grandpa
would also be very proud of you.

You made it.

With your dream.

With your music.

And that's the best part.

["Buena Vida Mala Fama" playing]

Some tacos or what?

[in English] Let's roll.

[in Spanish] No, no, you drive.

[in English] Okay, fo sho.

[Chito] My uncle said family will be
the first one to fuck you.

That's why I had to show him
that sometimes…

family's all you got.

[song continuing]

["No Le Aflojo" playing]

["La Changa" playing]

[song fades]