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[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

NORTE: I need to tell you a little Eastside story, ése.

About two brothers.

Two carnales named Water and Power.

One brother did something good.

The other did something bad.

And that maton, he was my homeboy.

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

NORTE: Before the money and all the power

of this town on the Westside,

and they saw the secrets on the waters of the Eastside,

and this is where you will find our little story

of fathers, sons and the Holy Ghost.

That night came down too fast for the carnales.

Like a bullet.

Like something I have never seen before.

A sacred omen.

Their fateful hour.

Water and Power.

[ONE DAY AS A LION'S "OCEAN VIEW" PLAYING]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

POWER: What the fuck?

[SIGHS]

Wild fucking kingdom in L.A.

POWER: You got this? COP 1: Yes.

COP 1: Holy shit.

Fuck.

POWER: You guys take this one.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

POWER: I'm gonna go check on somebody.

COP 1: Roger that. I got you.

COP 1: Where the fuck is he going now?

[PHONE RINGING]

NORTE: In the beginning,

God said, "Let there be gangs in L.A."

So when shit like this right here goes down,

you know the soldiers on the street will hit back.

Porque L.A. gangs who never dies,

the City of Angels, she needs your soldiers.

She hungers for them.

Even with their gangsters in suits and ties,

shoot them up, bang, bang, all acoté.

Or right behind a shiny badge.

That four leaf clover used to be a patch of old grass.

It just goes like that.

North, south.

Water, power.

Norte, sur.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

[SIGHS]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

POWER: How did you get here?

Yo, what the fuck?

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Power.

[PANTING]

Power.

Power.

You need to get the fuck out of here now, man.

- What are you talking about? - I called you 22 fucking times.

Where were you, man?

I'm sorry.

I really am.

I'm down the Angeles Crest Highway

waiting for your fucking sorry, man.

Gabe, I'm here, man.

You're here?

[SIGHS]

Yeah. I'm here.

What's up?

- I saw my daughter today. - Yeah?

POWER: God, her mom's a cunt.

There is this picture of them on the mantle,

that I built.

The new fuck is standing right there

holding my daughter like she was his.

I've been Photoshopped right out of the picture.

Invisible.

The day started out with so much promise.

[SCOFFS]

[SIGHS]

Is that what this is all about? Huh?

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Fuck.

I gotta take this.

Yeah. You take it, asshole.

MAN 1 [OVER PHONE]: Senator Garcia,

your Million Trees project is on the news right now.

We don't have all the votes. Where the fuck are you?

I came here today to make a promise to you all.

And that promise is 1 million trees.

One million trees and jobs for the children.

One million trees and jobs for the babies.

CROWD: Hallelujah. - That's what this is about.

WATER: And that's the dream that I'm trying to keep alive.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

WATER: What the fuck?

Gabe?

POWER: I wanted to be a cop for all of Los Angeles.

But they wouldn't let me.

Who wouldn't let you?

The Lords of Death.

Lords of Death. My God.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Is that what's going on with you, man?

[GRUNTS]

Gabe. Gabe.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, Gabe, whoa.

[PANTING]

- My heart. - I know, it's raising.

I know, huh?

You hear that, bro?

Shh. Just calm down.

The firing range at the police academy.

Right on time.

It's just probably just a bunch of cholos shooting themselves.

Shh.

The lodge up on the Legion Park.

How can you be so sure, huh?

- Rented that shit. - Okay.

Pure blast and patient cop action strictly 9 mm.

Union Station right on time too.

Hey, you had to pick the loneliest fuck

right on Sunset Boulevard, huh?

- It's so bad, man. - Ha-ha-ha.

The life of Riley here.

Listen.

[PANTS]

Listen.

Dad taught me to listen real good

to the turbines under the city.

Damn, the city's working tonight.

WATER: Gabe, calm down, okay?

Aah.

Here, mi hijo.

Take this.

Listen to what I have to say, okay?

Are you listening?

You are my water.

And you are my power.

You can't have one without the other.

Water needs power.

Power needs water.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

One day you will be the men

who decide where the water and power go.

in this desert pueblo.

Like my old man used to tell me:

"Never ever wear a rubber."

You gotta spread your seed

all over L.A.

And when you're playing stink finger--

[SNIFFS]

--with the conchita down the street,

give her some menudo.

That stuff is great for health.

Okay?

Come on. Let's go beat the shit out of each other again.

Okay?

[PANTING]

WATER: Calm down. Calm down, calm down.

You got blood on your badge.

No, man.

You got blood on your badge.

Let me get that for you.

Shaving. Must have cut too close to the bone, you know.

Shaving, huh?

Whatever it is,

you want to call my guys, they're detectives?

I mean, these guys will clean up this shit in five minutes, Gabe.

- Yeah. In five minutes? - Yeah, five minutes.

You make that call, my SWAT brothers will be here in three.

Tactical in four.

And Forensics will mop me up.

Mop you up?

And they come hard for their own.

Understand, Water?

No.

I don't understand, Power.

It's okay.

Now, take me to a liquor store.

[TIRE SCREECHING]

[BELL CLANGS]

POWER: You wearing a wire, fucker?

WATER: What? POWER: Huh?

POWER: You wearing a wire?

WATER: Come on.

You're always pussy about shit like this, man.

Shit like what?

Dude. Shit like what, Gabe?

- Huh? - Where the fuck are we?

NORTE: One of the brothers

is running one of the most important campaign of his life.

The other brother is just running.

[ENGINE REVVING]

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Gabe.

- Shit like what? - Where the fuck are we, man?

Dad's garage.

We're safe here.

[SIGHS]

This place always calmed you down.

Once upon a time,

out there on these Eastside streets,

a long way from Costello Park, bro.

And the Korres Peach right around the corner.

The project seemed far.

Like way down there.

A secret circle.

Let's try the course to the max.

- Maro Nuevo wherever we went. - That's right.

Shit. Even the brothers from Watts respected us.

That's because we always respected

the brothers from Watts.

I hear that, nigger.

What up, racist cop?

What up, home school?

What up, home invasion?

What up, San Antonio homes?

What up, sons of soul?

What up, jetters?

What up, fags in the magic clubs?

[LAUGHS]

What up, wero?

What up, negro?

What up, K-Rock Hispanic?

What up, Chicanos that love Morrissey. Ha, ha.

- What? Chicanos love Morrissey? - Because he's Irish.

What up, cop car in the alley?

WATER: Oh, we gotta get out of here.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

WATER: Who the fuck is looking for you?

POWER: Ghosts. My life is full of them.

WATER: What did Pops used to say?

POWER: We can handle it.

WATER: Whatever it is, we got that skill set, mano.

POWER: Right.

Talk to me, carnal.

I've told so many lies, bro,

we forget which ones have turned back into the truth.

Well, don't lie to me then.

I killed a man tonight.

I killed him sure enough.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

COP 2: See, I know the fucking ace that started the cartel.

CO 3: A word. COP 2: Word is a bomb.

COP 2: I'm not lying to you. COP 3: Preach.

COP 2: Look. You know Uncle Sandy and the methadone.

You know, that heroin after the GI's came home

from Vietnam.

Woman on the floor.

No worries, I've seen an Asian's dick-pussy before.

Actually my dick is quite large.

You haven't seen this, baby doll.

Oh, I couldn't even floss with that, motherfucker.

Witnesses. I've been sexually harassed.

Enrico actually just moved into the barrio.

SILER: What's your plan exactly, homes?

POWER: Strictly surveillance.

And that's it?

That's it, Roy.

SILER: Don't forget,

cultural sensitivity training mañana, 0600, choir boys.

COP 4: Come on, cultural sensitivity

is for the white officer.

[COPS CHATTERING]

POWER: When the shift started, we get this strange call.

Perimeter's secure. I slip away.

It was perfect.

I change clothes under the bridge.

Slip into an unmarked.

Mr. Pelican Bay released from prison

early this morning goes to his mom's for a home cook.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[PHONE RINGS]

POWER: I stood by the dark house where the junkies go to OD.

I'm in the house like nothing flat.

Homeboy is greasing down like an animal.

He hasn't seen a home cook in 10 to 15.

I'm so close I can smell the three flowers in his hair.

He's got this four-leaf clover tattoo

on the side of his neck.

It must be new, it wasn't in his jacket.

[GUN COCKS]

he's gonna have me etch across her brain

like a laceration.

Basically, that's it.

Oh, my God, Gabe.

Are you gonna back my play, Gibby?

I'm right here.

Are you gonna leave me here, bro?

Never.

[ENGINE REVVING]

WATER: Oh, fuck.

Oh, look at this.

NORTE: The Lords of Death are back in town this year.

Back in L.A. for sure.

The Lords of Death know

when a separate time a cholo repeat this house.

And when the shit is coming down.

Puco drama in the hood.

This is a bad time this year.

When trains jump the tracks,

the gods are pissed off about something.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Pelican Bay.

Water and power.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

WOMAN 1: Mr. Senator.

Where the fuck are you, Water?

[SIGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

I think I should call a negotiator.

The negotiator I know is also a sharpshooter,

so it's not an option.

Why would you clip a guy when he has served his time?

Well, it's not for everybody.

What the fuck does that mean? Hmm?

You advice Homeland Security on early prison gangs, Gabe.

I fucking knew you were gonna fuck up today.

Whenever you fuck up, I get this feeling right here.

Like when we were kids,

you used to punch me in the solar plexus.

NORTE: Hey, Power. POWER: Fuck.

Pelican Bay's all over the house, ése.

We got out quick.

- Which house? - The road house.

Their shots were coming from the Eastside.

Anybody follow you here?

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Don't fuck around, man.

Who's at my house exactly?

They were shooters, Gabe.

Those spray and play guys.

Who else?

The two Monterey Park guys

at the 7-Eleven by your dad's house.

- Homeboys from Monterey Park? - No, Chinos. Asian cats.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Good cutters. Expert knife guys.

I've never seen no Asian Lords of Death before, homes.

You hear that, bro?

They going multicultural on my ass.

Asians running back, Holmes.

Ten percenters, matones galore.

And cops I've never seen before crawling all over the 'hood.

I'm telling you, ése,

manos going berserk tonight.

What's happening, homes?

What did Chunky say?

- I couldn't get a hold of him. - You try his Blackberry?

Tried it but all homeys switched over to trios.

Some kind of throwback promotions sweeping the 'hood.

It's actually pretty funny.

I didn't think it was funny, homes.

WATER: And, uh, who the fuck are you?

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

I'm Mr. Norte Sur.

- Mr. Norte...? - Norte Sur.

- I'm the one who texted you. - Yeah?

- How did you get my number? - I Googled you.

Why the fuck would you call my brother, man?

I had my reasons.

You know, I see your picture in the paper all the time.

And you're scanning, homes.

Hmm. He's my guy.

- This is your back up? - Shake his hand.

Come on.

I ain't tripping, man.

Who put the hat on the bed, man?

This is fucking bad luck.

WATER: So that's what caused all this.

Listen, Power.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

There's no soldier, Gabe.

He's way up that food chain, you know.

Okay, okay.

This is what I need.

Find fucker Joey.

What on earth do you want with Joey, man?

Tell him I'm gonna need some Pico Rivera muscle.

- Shit. - Pico Rivera?

Rivera Point, bro.

Make that Atwater Village muscle.

Why not go with some Frogtown muscle?

No, too close to Tunaville muscle.

- What about Los Feliz muscle? POWER: Never.

Los Feliz has muscle?

I'm gonna have to make a muscle spreadsheet, homes.

You know what? Fuck this.

Go to the car wash they're holding for the dead homeboy.

Oh, I can't go that car wash, ése.

Go to Tripper's car wash then.

Ask Chilly to clean my car extra good.

I want it smelling real nice when they come for me, huh?

And release the pigeons from the Sir Palmer apartments.

NORTE: Go to Echo Park, lake.

While drinking.

Find White Puchon in Elysian Fields.

He sleeps under a silver space blanket.

It looks like a miniature Disney hall.

Ask him if Black Butch is out of the joint.

Find a miniature Frank Gehry. All right.

Then give me a Jamba Juice with a protein boost.

Protein boost.

- One for him too. - Yeah, and a--

- And a shot of wheat grass. - Okay.

POWER: Hold up.

Call Casper from the landline.

[PHONE RINGS]

You tell him--

No, no. You know what?

Better yet, ask him, nicely, as a favor to me.

To give us a free way shooting on the harbor in about an hour.

Nobody gets hurt.

Victimless freeway shooting for cover.

Got it.

Whoo.

And then go to Venice, find Block.

Oh, I can't go to Venice, homes.

I got a beef with the Shoreline Cribs.

- Fuck. Then go to Malibu, bro. - I'm on a fucking buzz.

Hey, no fucking excuses tonight, Norte Sur.

NORTE: Roger that. I'll keep you posted.

You know what? Forget Malibu.

Go to Tohunga.

You tell the Skin Heads that I need my guns tonight.

- Period. WATER: Fuck me.

Things were going so well with the brotherhood.

NORTE: Anything else?

POWER: And give this to Khike from Clover.

I gotta run it through Lefty first.

POWER: Lefty don't claim Clover. Whatever.

And go to the original shul in Boyle Heights.

You ask the rabbi for the sharpest fileros.

No bruskies in East L.A. tonight.

[CAR ALARM WAILING]

- What the fuck was that? NORTE: Calm down, ése.

Just a barefooted carnal that deliver the L.A. Times .

There are still delivery boys in L.A.?

Yeah, you know, the circulation is down.

Stealth bastards.

Real hungry too.

Must be on some good yayo.

You have to hump like them if we plan to see tomorrow.

Here, ése.

What's this?

Some mota with a touch of X.

Help you cope till I get back, ése.

Who's it from?

It's from my homeboy puppet with warm regards.

I didn't know you had a puppet.

Why, I got a puppet, ése.

When the fuck did you get a puppet?

WATER: What does it matter which puppet?

Oh, it matters, bro.

POWER: See, there's little puppet,

big puppet, medium sized puppet,

fuck it pocket puppet and p puppet.

So again I ask you, which fucking puppet?

And I'm telling you, my puppet.

- Then put something on it. - Put something on it?

- Cholo up, dawg. - Cholo up?

Fuck you, ése . You know that?

Fuck you?

Let's hustle up.

Get back here. I want my head shaved tonight.

It's nice to see you here, Mr. Water.

I hear nothing but wonderful things about you

from your fucked up carnal over there.

And one more thing.

There's three rooms occupied here tonight.

Shit. Who?

NORTE: Some cabo guy in Room 7.

Some boricua waiting for her Sanchez

getting released from county lock-up.

Seven souls in all.

That's good intel.

Everybody's waiting for something tonight, ése.

Save it for the poetry slam, ése.

Water and Power in the same room.

NORTE: Damn.

It's going down.

Go. Go on.

- What was that? - What?

Who the fuck was that?

Somebody I trust.

You shouldn't be hanging around here.

- He's my biographer. - Your what?

- He's a writer. - Oh.

Oh, shit.

One of the good things I've done in L.A.

He's a fucking banger and he brought you drugs, Gabe.

I didn't like him at first either.

After I shot him, I did.

You shot Matt Quest?

- Twice. - Oh, oh.

- Vato has got a lot of heart. - Yeah.

He survived my bullets.

I figured maybe I'll look after him.

- Hmm. - He's a lucky homey.

POWER: Every homeboy needs a little luck

running those streets.

WATER: Yeah, and you decide which homeboy though.

POWER: He'd been through a lot.

He's in the car. You ride shotgun.

What? What car, lieutenant?

You're either in my car or you're not.

You're in the car, homes.

When the fuck did you start talking like that?

Don't trip.

He's my guardian angel.

You're a regular Father Boyle, aren't you?

We used to play Shoot-em-up Bang Bang.

I trust him.

Gabe, I'm here.

And I'll be in your car if you want me to be.

[BELL RINGS]

Okay, Power, you're up.

Take a shot at each other. Go.

I love it.

Come on. You hit like pussy.

Come on.

Come on.

MAN: Quatro.

[GRUNTS]

Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

You're out.

Power. That's my boy.

[BELL RINGS]

I don't want you in my car, homes.

This isn't what Dad wanted, Power.

I don't know what that was anymore.

Oh, the fuck you don't.

I had to go see a guy.

What guy?

The only person in this fucking world

that can get you out of the mess you're in.

I don't know your guy and I don't need your guy.

Yeah, you do.

Save your guy for a rainy day.

It's that rainy day.

[HAUNTING MUSIC PLAYING]

[GASPS]

[SIGHS]

NORTE: For whatever reason Power took at Escobar,

especially after the vato had done his bid,

it kicked off a chain reaction for sure.

Even the gods are angry.

And everybody's running.

And now I gotta watch the streets.

And the streets, they gotta watch me.

And the cops, they watch it all.

But who's watching the cops?

[HAUNTING HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

Escobar's people will come hard on us soon.

Here comes the cavalry just in time.

Shit.

That's the last thing I wanna see.

Run this at the flagpole with the homeys in the echo.

I wanna know the zeitgeist on the ground.

Who made this shitty coffee?

My mother, sir.

It is the finest coffee I have ever tasted.

Please let her know. Get her out of here.

Okay, mijo. Let's go.

The Carson homeboy, the Captain Wash,

has a bow wrapped around him.

We don't make the field for the Escobar homicide though.

Who made the homeboy for the Escobar hit in the first place?

- Good question. SILER: Well, yeah.

Well, this is growing. Too many fucking hands on it.

Let's put the Carson douchebag in the murder book.

- Can we manage this? - That's a big negative.

We don't have the murder book. Power has it.

Power?

Power. Yeah.

Well, motherfuck me gently with a child's piñata stick.

I ain't looking for new ways for cops to die in L.A.

Did we find out who these Sam Peckinpah guys are?

Border Brothers are clean, cap. We gotta turn them lose.

Unless you wanna keep them here for INS.

Fuck the border patrol.

CAPTAIN: Undercover?

Tagged to have all them Powers.

They'll take it to the max.

You feeling negotiator, skip?

Power doesn't negotiate.

And that's a fact, Jack.

Who the fuck are you?

His former crime partner, sir.

The senator's son?

RHD.

What do you think?

Lots of haters in L.A., Roy.

Let the uniform find Power, sir.

You can go find Powers.

Really?

What are we waiting for?

He's on a mission.

What this is gonna come down to, Roy.

In the City of Angels, who controls the streets?

We control this here L.A. streets, sir.

- Jizz up. - Hoes down.

- Touch knuckles. - Yeah.

He's a real Bruin.

- A Trojan. - Bruin.

- Trojan all the way. - Bruin.

Bob got Tommy Trojan.

- Ladies, please. COP 1: Oh.

- Get to work. COP 2: We'll find them.

Yep.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

Keep this. Keep going.

Oh, what's up?

Hey, yeah, yeah. Ha, ha.

My sickle cell Hispanic Negro.

You clocking us, huh?

What's that you got?

That's my baseball, ese.

Is that your baseball? Wow, that's cool.

Look at that. Oh, shit.

Big titties. Oh, they're begging to be out.

More ass in the manger. That's nice, man.

What? Picasso de Barrio and shit?

That's cool. Very nice.

But tell me this, my crippled cholo brother.

Where's Power?

- I don't know. - You don't know?

You know, your boy is about to kill you.

Surround this your own neck.

So you really should take my card.

- Hmm. - Well, listen.

You hybrid

Blade Runner, Chicano motherfucker.

The shit is about to go down.

We need to get Power up in this shit

to get this shit straight, esé.

Voila.

[SPANISH SONG PLAYING]

NORTE: We don't know much.

Everybody giving their vision.

I was behaving all maniako .

After you.

Thug life for the boys and girls in blue.

Now these brothers are wondering if Power is gonna roll up

and start blasting fools in the 'hood.

They can't have that.

And I don't blame them one bit.

Nobody wants a war.

[MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

NORTE: Pinchy white boys.

Calm like a bomb.

[GUN COCKS]

Just like that right there.

[GASPING]

How long has your canard been gone?

A few hours.

How much did you tell them?

Not everything, bro.

Don't let them hear you call me "bro."

Don't fret, man.

Use your right arm just a taste?

No.

No, the your version of what I did.

Not what I really did.

Trust me, esé.

I'm the Picasso de Barrio, homes.

Come on.

Despensa .

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Oh, how I hate when it gets this quiet.

Oh, shit.

They're gonna move, esé.

I love this jam, man. Turn that shit up.

Oh.

[SPANISH BALLAD MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh.

Hardy Boys Show.

Mm.

That's right.

Mm.

Yeah. Feel that tune, homes.

Yeah.

Feel it, homes.

I remember dancing with Tom behind this Brazilian woman.

- Sure. - That's right.

You were right.

Don't do it at all, home boy.

Yeah.

That's it. Right there.

Feel that jam more.

Yeah. Ha, ha.

There you go.

I used to dance like this all the time.

Oh, yeah?

Well, not with a cop behind me but, you know...

[BALLAD MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]

Mr. Power?

Yeah, homes?

Is it hard to dance when killers are looking for you?

No.

It's the best time to dance.

- I gotta write that down-- - No, no, no.

It's all right. Just dance, man.

Come on.

[BALLAD MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]

Yeah.

Mr. Power?

Yeah, bro?

Is that a night stick in my ass?

Or has it been a long time since you've danced with a cholo , es?

Shut the fuck up, man.

You're ruining the moment.

CAPTAIN: Power and his motherfuckers

could potentially bring down the entire fucking department.

I want Tactical, SWAT, Surveillance and Forensics

all in place in 15.

We all know Power is a resourceful copper, a Marine.

No telling what's next.

Okay.

I'll say a little prayer.

A little prayer to the shed blood

of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Oh, you got that right, sir.

Amen.

FELIS: My boy, Power,

fucked with the chain of command on the street and in the force.

And I don't wanna find him

in chava's ravine in the morning.

Talk to me.

TURNVIL [SINGING]: The king danced and he crossed the water

And danced and danced What a killer you are

Water and Power all grown up.

[TURNVIL SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Take a load off, kid.

TURNVIL: Have a seat.

[SIGHS]

Word on the street is not good, Mr. Water.

What have you heard?

Thank you.

Four teams of shooters from Imperial Base in Soldado

have a green light on Mr. Power.

Crips and Bloods too.

Goodness gracious.

Maybe we should call Tommy.

[LAUGHS]

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

All fighting over the twins.

This is a concern.

You know who gave me my street cred, don't you?

A certain Mr. Tupac Shakur,

whom I met at the Playboy Mansion

with his personal bodyguard...

Uh, a moonlighting LAPD officer.

Colonel,

who we need to keep alive.

Yes, we do.

Yes, we do.

All right.

I will need condos in your river Greenspace, Mr. Agua.

And a prison.

A prison on the eastside would be outstanding.

No, Gloria will never go--

No, no, I-- I hear you. I do.

Mr. Turnvil...

My brother...

Yes, exactly, your brother.

- Help me. - Okay.

Live, work, loss.

Gated community

because gringo hipsters walking their little dogs.

This is my legacy.

- A Coffee Bean would be sweet. - I'm on a mission here.

- A little IKEA East L.A., huh? - What?

- That land is going green. - Come on.

What, you didn't get enough Greenpeace pussy

during the Heal the Bay era?

Mr. Turnvil, I came here seeking your good counsel

because of the tremendous amount of respect that I have for you.

I did not come here to bargain with you.

Do you understand me?

I will accommodate.

Then accommodate.

Oh, come on. Don't go all big time on me, Gibby.

Ask him to leave.

BODYGUARD: Si, ese, I--

Don't call me that. It embarrass me so.

What do you mean, sir?

TURNVIL: What on earth are you listening to?

Notorious B.I.G.

Oh, I love them.

Hum a few bars.

[HUMMING]

Somebody's got to die

If I go, you got to go

Somebody's got to die

Let the gun shots flow

Just throw your signs in the air

And wave them Like you just don't care

God, I love that shit.

Such power and truth in the rap game, right?

Breaking down the knowledge.

[LAUGHS]

I tell you, Gibby, some fools row whack

but this fellow, this fellow, he rows correctly.

Or he don't row at all.

Mm? One love.

- Aye. - Aye.

You're wasting my time.

Hey, you don't fuck with Pelican Bay.

You don't fuck with Laon Dabu.

Look, you want rolling brownouts in the valley just for kicks?

Fine.

You wanna be a mason for a day?

Or join the Secret Eater Society?

Can do.

You want your dick sucked by some better class of lips?

I got that covered.

Fuck, I can make bells ring three times

in every firehouse in this city and all that happy shit

if you so desire.

But do not, do not come here

and ask me to help the poor bastard

that assassinated a top soldier in the other team.

As an independent contractor,

I do not truck with free agency in a sereno town, kid.

The PD, ha, ha.

The PD brass,

they have got their panties all in a bunch over this

in record time, boo-boo.

Record time.

And the Lord's death... Oh.

They won't even come to the table

unless I go all T-bags on my forehead

with their bolas.

And you know what,

I am getting too fucking old for that shit.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

Fucked up, big time.

In fact,

he may be in that special place that is just beyond my reach.

Nothing will be on your reach.

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Ah, I hope they brought my wine.

[LAUGHS]

Rare South African Riesling

Chinese children are dying of thirst

in Monterey Park and Orange County tonight, counselor.

We have tacos and fine wine.

To La Reina de Los Angeles de Porciuncula.

Our Lady of the Little Portion.

The future is vertical, not pastoral.

- Mr. Turnvil. - Mm?

Have you ever seen a mezuzah in a Boreal Heights doorway?

- Mezuzah? - Mezuzah.

I have.

And it struck me.

When the Mexicans moved in to the east

at homes of the Jewish people,

they left this wonderful little thing in the doorway.

- You know why? - Why?

- To protect them. - Ooh.

One million trees, Mr. Turnvil.

That's my mezuzah to the eastside.

I see.

But you are your brother's mezuzah.

I am.

And you stole that story from Rabbi Lerner.

He tells it much better. Ha-ha-ha.

That's my story.

Don't stand here

and act like you kind of sucked all the perking titties

of entitlement.

Garcia Brothers have exploited every pink nipple of opportunity

that has ever presented themselves.

But the La Hasa benefits are not, huh?

Ambition, amigo. Ambition.

That's your American right,

just like your daddy's G.I. bill.

In fact,

it is why we are communing here together tonight.

- Huh? - Mm-hm.

You and I...

We're like the modern long lass.

We need to carve up that last onion field

of the territories.

Just making sure I get my issue, doll.

Give me one last slice of that eastside pie.

Kill the billing committee.

Give me some land, boo.

Not on the table, boo.

Father's pissed off some powerful people.

One of them is the brothers.

Mm. Mm.

Well, it's so hard to tell the difference

between them sometimes.

Oh, well, I know.

I'm just a stupid fucking white guy

from the Barrio Bremway, right?

WATER: Right.

[TURNVIL LAUGHS]

TURNVIL: Oh, the Garcia Impera Modern.

[SLOW ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

NORTE: If something happened to my homeboy right here,

I don't know what I'd do.

But if something did happen,

I wouldn't want him to stick around

like Patrick Swayze did in that movie.

And I'll make sure all the homeboys come

and pay their respects to him,

whom we love for sure.

I know one fake ass cholo

who wears a Von Dutch head backwards.

He'll come for sure.

No fucking hipsters at my wake.

That's an order.

But we better get Edward James Olmos to come.

I helped him sweep the streets after the L.A. riots.

He owes me.

[SNIFFS]

[GUN COCKS]

"No Edward James Olmos."

[GASPS]

Oh, shit.

TURNVIL: Garcia Impera Modern.

Do you remember a young man named Escobar?

Water and Power

sent a nobody street thug to prison 15 years ago

for a crime he didn't commit.

This particular case made their respective careers.

But this one had a flaw.

This particular nobody was innocent.

This Mr. Nobody, he became Mr. Somebody in La Pinta.

And this Mr. Somebody

was recently given the green light

to carry out the first known hit

against a sitting California senator.

You.

WATER: Escobar.

Know the Chicano vendetta.

But Power... Power stopped history.

[POPPING]

Con trails of corruption every which way.

La gripa.

My condos.

That's not possible.

This is L.A., boy chick.

Anything is possible.

For example,

I will ask PD to stand down

while this fellow and his brother from Culiacán...

BODYGUARD: Matamoros. Aye.

He and his brother arrive at the Motel Paradise

in 47 minutes.

Pick up all unauthorized PD weapons.

The brothers, Yakuza and Madam Morose

then plant those weapons.

Our expendable homeboy from the city of Carson,

whom the authorities find face down

in the flotsam of the Compton wash

this very morn.

Alas.

You tell the cripple cholo

to meet me at the Wetback nightclub.

The one with the steam rising.

And tell your queer-cop-degenerate-brother

I've got spotters all over the place

and they don't fuck around.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Nothing in L.A. is concrete,

except the river.

Make the call, senator.

God's not watching.

TURNVIL: Greenspace dies. Power lives.

Make the call!

[PHONE RINGS]

MAN [OVER PHONE]: Hello? - Hey, guy. Right.

Listen up.

Hey, listen.

No, we've hit a brick wall, the Greenspace bunch.

- What? - Yeah.

- They found toxins in the soil. - Oh, my God.

Some sort of Chumash-Indian burial ground. I don't know.

- It's a fucking shit sandwich. - What?

- No, listen to me. - Yeah.

- Send Bob's financial secu-- - With their company?

Right with the Hispanic developer.

Right.

- Leak them. - I don't know.

No, no. We gotta swift vote this motherfucker before he does me.

Right, right, right. Yeah.

I'm sure.

All right, okay. Bye.

Go.

[TURNVIL LAUGHS]

The Chumash and the Tango People.

Ha, ha, that is inspired.

[LAUGHS]

They of the river.

They of the river and the cross, and the four directions.

Oh, ha-ha-ha.

And that is that.

I don't like a young man that does not dream, kid.

He said he needs your dreams.

She hungers for them.

I dream of Venice High

gondoliers on your river.

Always rowing.

Never drifting.

Oh, one last thing.

Senator H2O,

I need you to wash my feet

in warm salted water.

Water.

TURNVILL: Water and Power

thought they were princes of the city,

the dukes of Earl.

But they just snot nosed Mexican kids

from their daddy's Eastside.

Venga mi hijo.

WATER: What the fuck you've--?

[SIGHS]

Now go to your knees

like a good Hispanic.

[WATER SPLASHING]

TURNVIL: Oh, good Hispanic.

Keep hope alive, son.

Keep hope alive.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

NORTE: This little vato right here.

He walked all the way down from Mulholland Drive,

through the ravines, the gulleys.

His protection? A spirit guide for his power.

But if something should happen to him,

either a cop shoot him,

if he should get run over by a car,

then Power would have to live in a place

between the thunder and the lightning.

That's what the Indian elder says.

Get me my fucking power.

[WOMAN SINGING IN SPANISH]

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

WATER: Dad wanted us to be those men, Gabe,

those guys standing tall in their fine black shoes,

walking the line,

champions of the little guy.

Do you remember those people, lieutenant?

Why?

Everything that book's bound to give us

is soiled and scum.

We're way off the mark now.

Bagpipes.

I want bagpipes. Make sure I have them.

We play them at the cathedral over there

when we bury cops.

I've lost a lot of brothers already.

Politicians change.

You guys come and go, but bagpipes remain.

There.

Here.

Let's talk about in the car, all right?

Come on.

Let's go.

Bagpipes.

[WATER SIGHS]

Damn.

I hate the feeling of power they give me.

It's so real, you know?

Patrol cars line from downtown to Chinatown.

Okay.

So I asked my guard cop and my best white boys

what he wants from me.

He wants me to turn my grief into power.

My power are the bullets coming out of my side arm,

my baton crashing down on the neck's

cleanly shaven head.

Righteous are the peacemaker.

I'm a monster, bro.

A monster built on dead cops

and bagpipes.

You don't have to justify your back.

That's bullshit to me, Gabe.

They built this dark house one cop funeral at a time.

I made the deal.

I didn't tell you to make a fucking deal.

What did you give up?

Everything.

- Fuck. - Don't do this, bro.

Gabe, we're good, bro.

- What? - We're good.

- What? - We're good.

I can't hear you, bro.

The bagpipes are drowning you out.

I swear on Dad's grave, we're good, Gabe.

Fuck that.

We made a promise to Dad. We made a promise to Cesar.

- Fuck Dad, fuck Cesar. - Don't say, "Fuck Dad."

Fuck all promises made to anyone, anywhere.

Not Cesar. But don't say, "Fuck Dad."

On your knees, senator.

Gabe, put the gun down.

That's right.

Now, beg like a white man.

Put the gun down, Gabe.

Sing your farm worker's song.

Look, I can't.

- Sing Cesar's song. - I can't.

Sing "De Colores" , Gibby.

I don't know the fucking words. I don't.

[WATER LAUGHING SILENTLY]

You phony fucking sell out.

[WATER SNICKERS]

[BOTH GROAN]

NORTE: There is a dark house in Los Angeles.

It's for real, you see.

The Lords of Death like to throw us in there

when we reach too high.

What goes up must come down.

Some go down quite later.

In fact, I'm looking for a dark house right now.

Or is it looking for me?

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

You okay, bro?

Fuck off.

[WATER BREATHES DEEPLY]

Why was there just thunder before lightning?

Those are thunder from the lightning before.

Well, that can't be good.

You scared, mijo?

[WATER SIGHS]

Remember that time we went camping

and the tent got all flooded from the rain?

Yeah.

Indians and bears and shit.

Gabe, we never went camping.

Maybe I saw it on Scooby-Doo.

Why didn't you tell me my name was on a contract, asshole?

You never wanna know the details.

[GASPS THEN CHUCKLES]

That's a pretty big fucking detail.

You never cared the other times.

Thought you had it all figured it out.

- You're the smart brother. - You're the fuck up brother.

At least, I'm not the sell out brother.

I never sold out.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

What the fuck?

The word in the street is this. No contract on Power.

The homeys are standing down, ese .

Nobody's throwing blows against you now.

WATER: I'm not buying it. - I already told you.

It's done. I handled it.

It's never done.

They're coming here to take me out.

You got to hear Water, man. Take this and go on.

No, no, bro. Just go.

You can't do anything for me now.

I already helped you.

- I'm part of the deal. - It's a fucking setup, man.

This ain't your game, Gilbert.

I told you, no code, no rules.

It's that simple. I'm out.

That's the deal.

No one is coming after you.

I'm not talking about them, man.

He was L.A.P.D.

That guy's got him in check. They're part of the package.

We're walking.

Contagious fire.

That mean anything to you?

Look, just look outside.

You see anybody?

The vatos and the convict.

No. Black Escalade?

- Now when did they roll, huh? - Just now.

It wasn't my guys.

We're good to go.

Traffic Division's closing down part of Sunset.

That's never a good sign.

Just our city at work, Gabe.

That's all.

Could be. We don't know for sure.

It's difficult to be certain.

Maybe he got something to fix the vato.

So, what should I do, homey?

I'm telling you what to do, homey.

Give us a moment, bro.

Right.

You fucked up hard.

This is just straight-up difficult shit, Gabe.

The homeys are really tight on this one.

I'm not sure how long they'll stay in line.

Something's gonna give.

Seems like.

I heard the vatos are gonna take out

some Blood from the avenues.

They had nothing to do with this.

They're gonna blame it on the mayates.

That ain't right, homes.

Something's off, bro.

Something's off.

Well, riddle me this, Mr. Power.

What does your Spidey Sense tell you?

To be ready for anything.

- There you go. - There you go.

Sounds proper to me, ese.

He's been telling what to do my whole fucking life, man.

I was supposed to be the shot caller.

I hear you, bro.

What's your Plan B?

A pair of dice, a gun and a miracle.

- Mr. Water. WATER: Hm?

The safety of your carnad and the twins,

put something on it.

- Put something on it? - Yeah.

I already put a million fucking trees on there.

So fuck you, Norte Sur.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

You must accept your carnad's terms.

One is driving the car, homey.

It's over.

This is it.

This is right, carnad.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Stay down, fool.

WATER: Go.

NORTE: Gone.

[DOOR CLICKS OPEN]

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

Gabe.

- Gabe - What are they?

Let's do it, then.

POWER: Water needs power,

Power needs water.

[DOOR CLICKS OPEN]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[SIGHS]

Oh, listen.

Take a shower, take an Ambien.

Take a nap.

I've never been here before.

All right, Gabe,

try to get some sleep.

I'll be back in an hour.

[DOOR CLICKS OPEN]

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

NORTE: They can still hear the stern voice of their father.

Where a mother's touch needed to be,

but she died giving birth to them.

They were born in a dark house, you see.

BROYARD: I say good morning

I say good morning

There's a reason We've been gathered here

This morning

It is... I want to introduce you to a man

That man, I knew his daddy

That's right

His daddy marched With Cesar Chavez

His daddy starved Was Cesar Chavez

And he's still hungry now

He brings new meaning To the words

Seaside pretty

Ladies and gentlemen, Brothers and sisters

I like to welcome my man,

The double G,

State Senator, Gilberto Garcia

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

WATER: Ha, ha, thank you, John. Thank you.

Thank you.

That's a hard act to follow.

- Yeah. - Si.

WATER: It's a good one.

It's a really good one.

I'm really happy to be here.

Because I'm with family.

MAN 1: That's right. WOMAN: Amen.

WATER: You and I, we are family.

CONGREGATION: That's right.

WATER: On the strength.

On the strength of the good woman's spirit.

CONGREGATION: Amen.

WATER: I wanna thank you, Lord.

Thank you for giving me an opportunity to be here

with people that I love, people that I respect.

- Hard-working people. CONGREGATION: Amen.

People that know a thing or two about a hard day's work.

MAN 1: That's right.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Nothing wrong with that at all.

I swear that I could see 1 million trees.

One million trees reach here all the way from East L.A.,

right here to South Central.

The Rosa Parks

and Cesar Chavez Greenspace Project.

Black and brown

join at the blood root.

Thank you, Miss Felis. Miss Felis knew my daddy.

FELIS: I did.

And for those of you that didn't know my daddy,

my daddy was a good man.

FELIS: Yes, he was. MAN 1: Amen.

My daddy dug ditches for Mr. Mulholland,

so his sons wouldn't have to.

MAN 1: Amen, it's all right, it's all right.

Thank you.

FELIS: Take your time.

Just take your time.

[BROYARD SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

I will need condos in your river Greenspace, Mr. Agua.

This is for Escobar, preachy Power.

My daddy also taught his boys

that our work is our bond.

CONGREGATION: That's right.

I'm here this morning to give you my word.

MAN 2: That's right.

WATER: Ms. Felis, all of you,

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

MAN 2: That's right.

WATER: You are me. MAN 2: Amen.

And I am you. And we, we are one.

MAN 3: One.

WATER: I came here this morning to make you a promise,

a promise that I intend on keeping.

I promise 1 million trees and jobs for our children,

one millions trees and jobs for the babes.

I'm here this morning,

because I'm here to keep the dream alive.

I promise to keep the dream alive.

WOMAN: Yes.

[CONGREGATION APPLAUD]

I need your help.

MAN 1: All right. MAN 2: Yeah.

I love you.

Fucking A, right?

Let's keep that dream alive.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

[CONGREGATION APPLAUDS AND CHEERS]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Thank you, child.

- Thank you, John. - Yeah.

[WOMAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Totally home grown. Home boy.

WOMAN: Fuck that shit.

[NORTE SUR SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[PHONE RINGING]

WATER: Yeah, bro?

You're gonna have to walk with this, bro.

Carrying my water like I carry yours.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

You sound like Dad.

Though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of the San Fernando...

I'm not afraid.

Your fixer guy dropped the bomb on us.

I don't give a fuck.

I have a deal in your green.

POWER: A lot of water under these bridges.

He knew I'd have to take out Escobar.

Water would go to him for Power.

White men kills the trees.

White men gets a river.

Nothing's concrete, you know.

I don't give a fuck about the trees anymore.

Second lie you've told this morning.

No, it was the first lie.

And I would be safe here?

Gabe, you're guessing, homes.

Nobody's coming after Water and Power anymore.

I'm a crooked cop in L.A.

I know.

You're a good cop, Gabe.

You're a real good cop.

This is Dad.

Go back,

and get it done.

For Mom too.

This, right here...

This is the Eastside, Roy.

WATER: Power needs Water.

Fucking golden rule, man.

I'm sorry what I said about Cesar, man.

No, no sorry's, Gabe.

Say a prayer for the pretender.

Who's the pretender?

Knowles Avenue songs.

We're doing this right.

Can you hear the turbines under the city right now?

[GASPS]

Dad taught me that.

You really should listen more, Gibby.

The deal stops now.

This is how the Eastside rolls.

Gabe.

CESAR: Mi hijo.

[GUN FIRES AND THUNDER RUMBLES]

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

[BELL RINGING]

What the father had always taught his boys all those years,

always look after your carnad.

What matters...

Water lost his Power,

Power kept his promise.

[SINGING IN SPANISH]

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

[SIGHS]

[WATER MOANS]

NORTE: They used to say

whoever control the water valves

of the mother ditch in Chinatown,

control L.A.

Water and Power only wanted a taste from the wells, ese.

Ambitious vatos,

smart guys.

But the town can still hurt you, because it is still a desert.

[SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING]

Now I got to go back to the 'hood

and make things right with the good old homeys, I know.

They also just got to learn, they got to recognize

that the cold heart of Hispanic ambition

can leave your soul as dry as the desert.

That said, Power had the Water's back,

and where I come from, back up is spare males.

Impossible situation, like fang and grace

in a brightened world.

The twins are the Eastside, and they were blessed,

but there was a price to pay.

They was a price to pay.

Water and Power forever, homes.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

CHILD: Water and Power.