Before this Era, there were four Eras
when humanities lived not as perfect as ours,
who lived off of vegetables, not as perfect as maize.
These four Eras were named "Suns".
Every single one perished because of a cataclysm
provoked by the struggle of the gods, Tezcaltlipoca and Quetz♪lcoatl.
The Ocelot Sun, Sun of the Earth
ended when numerous Ocelots inhabited the Earth.
The Wind Sun was destroyed by a cyclone.
The Rain Sun was destroyed by a rain of fire from the heavens.
And the Water Sun was destroyed by the Great Flood.
After the flood that ended the fourth Era, came the modern age:
The fifth Sun, Sun of movement because it moves,
will end one day called "Nahul Ollin 4 Movement"
the day of the great Earthquake.
Mexico, 1985
Based on a true story
Hey! They're coming, they're coming!
The Moks are coming!
Let's fuck them up!
What are you doing in my hood?
Your hood? I go wherever I want. What you gonna do?
You thought you were the shit, didn't you! This is my hood!
- What did you do? Let's go... son of a bitch. - Let's go man, damn it.
It's done man, let's go.
Son...
Where are you going?
- Don't worry, take care of the old lady. - Okay
- What up? - It's on?
Felipe, Zorrilla... Search the back.
Go, go, go, go, go!
Where did he go?
Where did he go you dumb bitch? Where is he?
Hey Medina, ask that fucker.
Where is he, where is he?
There's no one else Sergeant.
- ♪What's that Zorrilla? - I didn't find anything else Sergeant.
I'm going to get you, you bastard.
- What♪s up? - We started at eight.
- I know, but I'm almost finished. - Where were you? With your whip?
Shut up.
Damn it man, El Loco's fucking crew painted all over our stuff again.
Those fuckers graff sucks, man.
- Fuck it man, you're drooling over that girl! - I told you to shut up man!
- What did you tell them? - That I'd show him vids of naked girls, dude.
Ha! Really?
Good night ladies and gentlemen!
Welcome to the only place were not dancing is not only a crime but the worst one!
To the Mecca of Hip-Hop, break
Dj Aztek, light this dance floor on fire!
Let the dance battles begin!
Alright, alright make some noise... for Drama
Shalalala! Go fuck someone else.
Where were you? Painting in the subway.
One of these days you'll get caught. They'll give you quite a scare.
They'll suck shit.
What's up with that guy, huh?
What's up with what? Take it easy, it's nothing.
Nothing? I'll make sure of that.
- What are you doing with that? - It's my life insurance.
It's your stupid insurance.
Wait here.
Fucking kids.
Dude, dude, no. It's okay, it's okay.
What's up copper?
- What's up man. - What's new bro?
- All good, how's business? - Cool.
- Something to drink? - No Loco, you know? I'm on a bit of a hurry.
- Let's go then. - Let's.
- Here - What's that?
- What's what? Can't you see it's money? - Yeah, I know, but why?
- It's yours. - What? Why? What did I do?
It's a tip for our excellent street security services.
Don't we get paid for that?
- You call that getting paid? - Yeah, no.
- And the boss? - What do you care? you in?
- Nope, I rather not, thanks. - Whatever.
Let's go.
- Why did we leave? I was having fun! - Yeah, girl. Why?
- Ren♪ threw a tantrum again. - I don't see what you see in him.
- Yeah, why did he do it this time? - Because of the cutie that was dancing.
- Loco? No! - Why were you looking at him?
- What do you mean why? Are you blind? - No.
He's not bad at all. He's real fine.
Besides, has super hot ride.
- He looks like a bad guy. - Uff, even better. A dangerous boy.
Well, I like Tren a lot.
- He's got no money and no future. - But he's got talent.
What's talent worth if she treats her like that. That means nothing, really.
It's your anthropoloopygist spirit that makes you find specimens at the discos.
It's anthropologist girl!
- Wanna go to my house? - Yeah! Please! Yes!
I love this song! Whooa!
Calm down, bud. Damn bitches just fucking around, don't they?
I know man.
Hey, man! That one's out there!
Yeah dude, It's really cool.
Hey it's Nuk!
Who's that dude?
- He's my bro. - He's Nuk?
What is he doing here?
What's up?
How you doing bro? You are not going to introduce me?
Damn! What? You've got guns?
What the fuck do you care?
- We've got to get going, we're late. - Yeah, we've got to go.
- Okay dude. - See you.
I'll meet you later.
- What? Something I said? - They don't give a shit.
Those are some cool drawings.
Since when do you care, huh?
- We're blood... - Shut up! Fucking blood?
Whoa, whoa.
- I always took care of you. - With some fucking dollars? No shit!
I did it to help you and the old lady.
Oh! Is that why you're here? Did you plan it together or what?
I'm sick of the old lady comparing me with you.
Did they forget? You're a fucking murderer!
Look bro...
It's all cool, but... I'll leave when I get the chance,
help the old lady if you want, but leave me out of it.
Don't move! You are under arrest!
Damn it Nuk.
Fricking Rata, how did you recognize me?
- You look the same, shit you not! Just fatter and older. - You're still so fucking ugly.
Lies man, just lies.
I'm a cop now, there's my car and my partner.
Stop shitting me, you as a cop?
- Daniel! - Coming!
- The tables have turned, right? - yeah, you don't know the half of it.
Wait!
- You'll stick around? - I think that I'll...
Damn it!
She's like a fucking rock in my shoe. Bro, we have to talk about the old times, Nuk.
- I'll see you later. - You've got it.
Fricking Nuk... Good to have you back.
Central, there's a 51 in the alleys.
Damn it, more dead people. Yeah...
Shit, next time warn me partner, I almost shit myself
What, why?
- Who's that guy? - A bro I hadn't seen in years.
- Huh, he seems like a real nice guy. - You can't even imagine. Let's go.
Hey there.
What up?
What've you've got?
Teen, almost fifteen, drug addict.
- You checked everything? - No, everyone was waiting for you, weren't we?
Ha ha, real funny.
Let'see what we've got here. Cocaine
No, come on. Give me that, you'll get your prints all over it.
- Tell the newbie how it's done. - It's branded, Ram♪rez, did you see that?
Yeah, yeah... Go to the car and talk to the witnesses.
- Go to work Tweezers - Yes sir.
- Well, it sucks, doesn't it. - Yeah it does.
- Write the file and I'll sign it in the office, okay? - As always
If they trusted us a little bit more it'd be easier to find them.
Damn it, you're at it again.
You just started and you're getting all worked up,
do you want to be a senator or what?
Poor brat, he was just a kid.
Take it easy, it's normal. Hear me out, you'll get used to it.
Kids these days are real stupid.
Is that why we should stop caring?
Look at that, fat covered in fat, What's that? A pleonasm.
We are what we eat.
Hear me out.
Stop it, would you?
What? It's for your own good!
- Ram♪rez! - Go on!
Bon app♪tit!
- What can I do Sergeant? - Why are you so fucking late?
The Secretary ran an antidoping, they fired P♪rez and el Coyote
Don't worry, el padrino is looking out for us.
Shut the fuck up!
This won't last forever, it's getting risky.
We must be careful.
How was it?
He's got some good business.
If we don't let it get out of hand, it'll be alright.
Tell me if there's news.
What? Got anything?
- Nothing boss. - Get out then.
Excuse me.
- Still mad? - Had fun last night?
- It was just for a while. - Went to show off your little gun?
- Fuck off - Why do you keep doing this?
- You could go back to school! - Come on Drama! Drama... what are you talking about?
- Stop being like this, your paint's real good. - Painting what? Signs like my dad?
Painting till he dies and drunk all the time? No Drama, there's no School for that.
I know it was unfair, but if you come back you can talk to the headmaster
Again with that jerk...
- I don't want charity, I can do it alone. - Like your brother?
- Don't talk to me about him. - Open your eyes! They are gonna kill you!
Who? That moron that wants to fuck you? Huh?
He'll be my bitch, you'll see.
I want to break up with you.
- Because of that fucker? - Is that what you think?
- It's not? What else? - Because of you! Because of how you treat me!
You make me feel like crap!
I don't want that.
Go to hell.
You're gonna spread out kids, and don't lose the merck
Hey, these want to talk to you.
- Come in Loquillo, - Hey sexy,
Come in.
Here it is guys,
- How many? - One
- Two! - Two...
Four hundred then
Can I...?
Of course.
- What's up man? - Hey there!
Bro!
- We were on our way to work, I swear! - Yeah, right.
So... Either you pay out... or you stay in.
- But we don't have any money. - Call your parents then.
And those CD's?
- They're ours. - Yeah right, stupid kid.
You want money, right? You fucking dogs...
Arriaga, calm down. What's going on?
- Fucking brat. - But the discs are ours!
Any receipts?
Do we have any more evidence?
- Good night - Good night
That kid there's my brother. What happened? Is there something we can do?
Hey, what are you doing? Do you want to be locked up?
What happened? What did they do?
- I don't know, I'll find out, get out of here. - But what...
I don't know, I'm on it. Some kids, let it go.
- We'll take the stuff and let them go, right? - Right, but the pay up.
- We get something out of it. - Damn, so lame. What do you want the money for?
- Stop meddling. - So lame, and with kids.
- Stop meddling. - Have a little dignity, Arriaga.
Stop meddling, you'll regret it.
Oh, threats, interesting... Maybe you'll regret it.
- What's going on with those kids? - And what♪s up with your bitch?
- So... what's next? - Well... I don't know...
Listen here you little punks, you made a fucking mess
so get the fuck out right now, okay?
I better not see you again.
Let them go.
- Gentlemen... - Let's go.
But these stay here.
And if we see you again round here, well... we'll have to fuck you up.
Let's go.
Thanks.
Thank you, thank you so much. Let's get out of here.
Stupid brats.
What was that, partner? There's rules!
Rules? To mess with some kids? Stop shitting me.
- Just play dumb, partner. - Dumb? Play dumb?
Do you want me to play even more stupid I've already have?
Stop shitting me, Ram♪rez.
I didn't study for that, I didn't study my ass off to come here and play dumb.
And now it seems we are even fucking the kids?
Can't you see? Are you blind? Really? You don't care for the reason we are here?
Okay, tell me. How much? How much are you worth to play stupid? Huh?
Whatever you're worth, whatever you have, you won't get to take it when you die.
Think about it.
It got all fucked up when you left. You killed Sergeant Figueroa's courier.
It was a fucking mess.
The ones who didn't cave... got taken care of.
- You tell it so carefree, bro. - I tell it like it is!
Fucking Nuk... We who got on board have where to drop dead.
Damn it Nuk, there might be even something in it for you too.
No... No, I only came to see the old lady and brother and I'll go back.
And what about that Licha? Not going to find out what's up with her?
I can tell you where she works.
I don't know.
Calm down Nuk! I'll help you! I can make your files disappear, just like that!
After all, the gang's the gang.
Come on man, forget it.
There's plenty of girls.
You're going crazy because she's a spoiled girl
And to have those girls, you need shitloads of money.
And you don't have that, man!
I don't give a shit.
Look
Look! Like that! We have to be like that!
They were just fistful of dudes who came here with nothing.
They started from the bottom and conquered everything.
What are you talking about?
We have to start a gang...
and then we are going to sell drugs.
If we sell drugs, we get money if we have money, we get power.
If you have money and power, you can have whatever bitch you want.
And then what? We'll end up working for El Loco?
No, dude! No! El Loco will be working for us.
Think about it.
Where do you want to be?
Down there? Or up here?
Girl, the other day... Remember? It was crazy!
- Hey! You need a ride? - We don't get rides from strangers.
Me? A stranger? Don't you remember me from the F.B.I.?
That we dance in the same place doesn't mean we know you.
Don't mind her. She's upset.
If you don't give me a chance how can I get to know you?
- I'm not getting on. - Aww, please!
- Come on, let's do it. - Let's, I'm tired.
- No, no, we are not going. - Come on!
- Let him take us, just that. - Come on! Go, go, go!
- Hi. - Hi.
Your car!
Look! Those are coming!
Where are you going?
Fuck off, stupid brat!
Who you called brat?
Hey, calm down.
- Shit, Betito! Your gun's awesome! Who gave it to you? - They gave it to me to take care of the street.
Okay bro, just calm down. We cool.
Cool? You're a bunch of showoffs.
Get out! Get out!
Calm down!
I told you! Let's form a gang!
And the gun?
Where's the fucking gun?
In my house.
Fucking perfect.
From now on, we don't go out without the fucking gun!
Are you crazy or what? Do you want me to get into trouble?
Look at that brat!
He's got a gun and he gets more money working for El Loco
than us selling those stupid discs
Yeah, but he's right. We are not a gang.
Oh, really?
That's why we should make one!
No one will take us seriously without money.
CDs!
Cds!
So when are we going to meet for the F.B.I.?
- Ten, right? - Ten?
At ten.
What did I tell you about the fucking gun?
What♪s up, you fucking showoffs?
Trucas, trucas, calm down, come on, let's go.
Leave it, let's go.
Pay up bitch, everything. The money too.
What? Is it clear now?
Hey kid, let them go. Now, leave! Go on, Leave!
Let's go.
Calm down dude.
Fucking kid. Won't give no slice to that brat no more.
If we had brought the gun we wouldn't have been humiliated like that.
And you're still thinking about that bitch!
Don't drag her into this!
Come on man, calm down.
Your brother wouldn't have let this happen to him.
You think you know what would my brother would've done?
Kill them!
He's not a little bitch, like you.
- Ok, that♪s it. - Cool it.
- Is he crazy or what? - Yeah, just forget him.
Dude, fucking stop that!
That's why some asshole is fucking your girl!
- Tren, Tren, calm down! Forget him! - What? Is he mad or what?
- What's your fucking problem? - What the fuck do you want?
Shut up! You're shitty leader!
I don't know about you, but I won't live like a dog with its tail between its legs.
Don't worry dear, they're looking out for us.
What♪s it gonna be? Dust or stone?
Dust.
What do you want?
Can we talk?
All right.
What do you want to talk about? They'll pick me up soon.
Who's gonna pick you up?
That♪s none of your business. You and I broke up, remember?
- This was a mistake. - What do you mean a mistake?
Yes a mistake! I told you I didn't want to be with you.
Drama I don't get you!
You never get me! You only understand what you want!
I don't want to be with you anymore.
They'll pick me up soon. Please go.
Alicia?
- Thank you - You're welcome.
I thought you would never come back. Why did you?
I just wanted to check up on my old lady,
and my little bro who's really messed up right now.
And recover lost memories...
Am I one of those memories?
yeah ...yes.
Nuk, look me in the eyes. It wasn't your fault.
Maybe.
Everything changes with time.
No, people don't change.
But they can get better.
What's up Trucas?
Come on guys! We're buds!
Fuck it Trucas, take it easy!
- You hit like a girl, bitch. - What?
That you hit like a girl, you fucking cunt!
We'll get those fuckers good.
- And Weed? - Said he was on his way, dude.
You know his mom's kind of intense. She's crazy.
Welcome to F.B.I.s Anniversary!
Today we've got P-Boys, P-Girls, breaking, popping, locking, hip-hop!
Let the battles begin!
Ok, ok, ok... She's Drama and her crew!
Give it up! Yeah!
Yeah!
Bitches be like that!
- It's so fucked up! - Let it go.
Get some... Come on! Hit it!
Say hello to my little friend.
- What are you doing with this jackass? - Why do you care? Leave me alone!
- Wait! - I don't have anything to tell you!
What? You'll let this guy into your pants like you let me?
- Is this asshole bothering you? - No, he was just leaving.
I am not going anywhere. How's that?
Get him!
I hope I made myself clear, stupid Teletubbies.
- What's his problem? - Nothing, he's an asshole.
That's no way to treat a lady.
- Hey, this is not the way back. - Wait, I want to show you something.
Look, what do you think about my painting? You like it?
More or less, it's not my style you know?
So what's your style beautiful?
- Can we go? I don't feel well. - Come here, I'll show how to treat a princess.
- What are you doing? - You'll like it!
Stop it! What's wrong with you?
Fucking whore!
Are you mad dude? That's El loco's wall!
What? You scared? Don't be a pussy.
That's our wall cunt! Do you want to fucking die?
Guess who's gonna fucking die?
You're the stupid one!
I always took care of you.
A murderer!
a gang!
I want to break up with you!
If we have money, we have power...
That's why an asshole's fucking your girl!
Where's the fucking gun?
If we brought the gun this wouldn't have happened.
Breathe! Breathe. Are you alright?
You need to rest.
What's up Tren? How're you doing?
You fucking cowboy, you were awesome!
And Trucas?
Who knows? We haven't seen him since last night.
And Drama?
- I knew something could happen. - It's not your fault.
You always told him to stop doing that kind of stuff. He had it coming.
- I want to see him. - You should wait until he feels better.
I can't.
Calm down, he's not going to find out, and you were already broken up.
What are you going to do?
- What are you thinking about? - About the asshole that shot my brother.
- Come on, leave it. - No, I can't... He almost killed him.
There♪s nothing you can do.
Are you sure?
Help me find Papel.
Is that why you're back?
The last thing I knew is that he was a hobo.
Ask Bung, he knows where to find him.
Hey, hey... please understand
- I worry - Calm down... don't worry.
What do you want, you fucking showoff?
This guy is really heavy, narc, gun dealer, everything
Don't tell me you don't know anything Rata
Damn it, fucking Nuk, just leave it.
Let me look into it, all right? I'll take care of it, okay?
Okay.
What's up partner? Chatting with old friends?
Yeah...
- What where you talking about? - About stuff.
- What stuff? - Just stuff. Wasn't I clear?
Okay, okay... just asking. Still on diet?
- Yeah! Just one tortilla! - The famous light taco?
- That♪s how they call it. - Yeah... Ok.
- You hungry? - Yeah, why not.
- Newbies don't eat or what? - Alright, alright.
One, please.
- Whoa Nuk! How've you been? - How's it going bro?
I'm going to be a tattoo artist...
- I'm searching for Papel. - Of course, the gang's the gang.
You've got it.
Bringing honor to your nickname, on the floor like a fucking paper.
- Do you know the name of this church? - No.
Concepci♪n Tequipehuaca
The fucking Spaniards built it on top of a Mexican temple.
- Here's where they found Cuauht♪moc. - The football player?
Fuck man! The last Aztec Tlatoani!
- Do you know what the name means? - The footballer's name?
- No! The church's! - I'm kidding, man.
"The place where slavery started."
Drugs are another form of slavery.
So... Are you going to help me?
Of course I will, Nuk
The gang's the gang.
Humberto! Write this down! Male infant. Around 9 or 10 years old. 11?
Shot by firearm on the posterior area of the thorax.
From the skin aspect we calculate he's been dead 6 hours
- What happened? - You should take a look at this.
So... that guy there found him. That guy... The one over there.
Partner, go check it out.
Don't worry, when I got here there was no one here yet.
Good morning. You found him?
Yes. I found him on the floor. And now he might be dead.
- He had a little bag with some envelopes. - Ok
I've already told that man...
Okay thanks, Thanks for
your collaboration.
- And now what? - I've got no money, ma'am.
not a cent. These are good.
I can't give you anything for this crap.
- Come on ma♪am. - No...
- Please ma♪am. - No son, they're rubbish.
It's crap! This will be the last time.
Thanks..
- Still here? Time to go home. - Yeah, let me finish something.
I'm almost finished.
As you wish.
Night. night.
They're everywhere.
In the paint store, in the video's. In the food store.
And not only here, everywhere on the neighborhood.
Welcome Ram♪rez, always a pleasure. As always, the best quality
Let's see. How's the family doing?
Good shit.
Ram♪rez, always a pleasure making business with you.
25.4% of kids between 12 and 15 have consumed drugs
One kilo of pure cocaine = three kilos of refined cocaine
One gram of cocaine sells for $200 mexican pesos
One kilo selling as 3,000 grams for $200 a gram a week makes $600,000
About $2,400,000 per month.
Annual Global production is 800 metric tons, about $84,000 million USD
Drug consumption has multiplied 4 times in the last 10 years,
and is the cause of death of more than 200,000 people a year
Hey! What♪s up!
- How are you doing? - I'm alright.
- Feeling better? - Yeah.
- What do you think? - They're cool.
Fricking cool, right?
Hey, all of this is over there? Yeah, yes, it is.
Look, over here,
this one right here.
We made that one.
It♪s really cool!
- This one... this one♪s mine. - Really?
Yeah, I painted it on Eastern lake.
The thing is that I had a teacher, a Chicano teacher that taugth me to respect the murals.
To value the muralismo art... That's why I painted all of this.
It's not about painting like dogs marking territory
- This earns you respect. - Respect?
You're wrong. In the streets, in the hood, in the country, money gets you respect.
No little bro, not at all. Above everything else, there's talent.
Money is below talent.
If you think about it, people with money buy the work of people with talent.
Even... if you're born with money, it doesn♪t mean you'll have talent.
But that if you're born with talent, the odds are good you'll be able to earn a lot of money.
Completely different, you know?
You think it's worth it getting killed because of painted walls?
- I'll get some sleep. - Okay.
You need to rest.
Hello? Rata? I need to meet you in the graveyard.
Okay, see you there.
Why the fuck did you wanted to meet here, Nuk?
Don't play dumb fucker!
- Man, he works for the Cartel del Centro. - And you? Who do you work for?
Who do you work for you fucking hypocrite?
- Figueroa offers them protection. - They're killing kids, damn it!
- Yeah, we did it too. - No, not like this. It wasn't like this.
It wasn't?
You're right fucker!
You're absofuckinglutely right, it wasn't like this you cunt.
Did you forget? If you hadn't killed that fucker we wouldn't be in this mess.
There's shitloads of money in this. I'll help you get this guy.
Count me out, I won't do it.
You better be careful, this will explode soon.
There's lots of them Nuk...
and they♪ve got guns.
Boss! Boss!
Look what I found!
The infamous Nuk!
I hope you understand the thing with your little brother wasn't personal,
it was just business.
Business?
That happens when you defend your own.
You should know Nuk.
We do as you did.
But I don't think you're here for chit-chat. What the fuck do you want?
If I knock you out you'll leave.
A fight? Don't make me laugh.
It's on fucker. Let's dance.
Let♪s see it what they say it's true Nuk
Get up bitch!
Just like the old times Nuk!
- You'll need more than this to kick me out. - It will be done.
Take them!
- What's up bro? - What up.
I♪m going to fuck that son of a bitch.
No, no, no... Stop thinking about that please.
Trucas is right! We have to form a gang... Stronger, better.
A gang?
You did. And they feared you. That's what we want. Respect.
You'll see, that motherfucker will pay.
Gangs, crews, violence... It's not worth it.
Worthless. It makes no sense to think about that.
I don't give a shit. I♪m going to kill that bastard.
Kill?
Do you know what killing is?
It hurts, and it hurts like hell.
The one you kill, loses weight because he becomes lighter.
Because you feel him in you... because he sucks the life out of you.
Because a part of you goes with him...
Because you see in his eyes how life flows out of him and how it takes yours.
And then you spend the rest of your life waiting for it to happen to you.
Remembering the look of the one inside you haunting you, thirsting for vengeance?
And it never leaves you, and it never, never rests?
Think about it...
Because that's what will happen to you if you keep it up.
Did they forget? You're a fucking murderer.
Trucas? Trucas? Wake up!
Damn it man! he's real sick!
Trucas? Help me get him up!
- No, no, no... - We must take you to a hospital!
You need a hospital, you're real sick!
- Trucas! Go get a taxi! Run! - Run!
- Trucas! - Trucas... Trucas...
Leave me alone... let me sleep. I'm tired.
No!!!
Okay.
This time we're gonna get this motherfucker.
- How are you feeling? - A lot better?
- And you? - More or less.
- We should get out of here. - Where?
The beach.
Nuk was telling me about some beaches he knows... I guess we could go.
Let's ask him.
As soon as he gets back.
Nuk was killed! He was killed!
- What? - They killed your brother man!
What do you think?
A witness told us 4 tattooed men threw him from a van.
There are some cops willing to testify over there.
- Don't you understand? - Go away!
Why? But I care about you! Calm down!
A bro I haven't seen in years!
This guy is really heavy, drugs, guns, the works. What do you mean you don't know?
The only battles worth fighting for, are those who help you fulfill your dreams
- Easy, it's okay. - I don't want to live like this
- We have to tell the police - It's not that easy.
- What do we do then? - I don't know.
Tren, that guy almost killed you.
- We should get out of here! - Calm down! We are worthless to him.
You'll meet me on the F.B.I. tonight?
- Promise me you won't do anything stupid. - No, I promise.
- What's up man? - What up.
- The gun? - In my backpack.
How many bullets?
- I think two. - Let me see.
This won't bring back Trucas... nor your brother.
I'll see you later.
Is it clear?
This hood is mine!
What are you looking at, bitch?
Do you know what my job is? Do you know?
My job is to be the fucking king of these streets.
I'm in charge here.
Is anyone going to challenge me?
No one is going to challenge me?
Who's got the balls?
- Grab my backpack. - No, we should leave!
- Calm down. - Let's leave!
- Tren Leave it, just take it easy. - What are you going to do?
No one?
Me.
You again bitch?
This time I♪ll kick your ass.
Get up. Get up!
Get up if you've got balls!
He's a little bitch just like his brother.
Is that all?
If you are a man get up! Fight!
- Did your bitch tell you I fucked her real good? - Shut up!
You're fucked now. Give the gun.
- Leave him alone, bastard! - Get off!
- Do you fear death? - Why fear? if we live, we die.
And that is true for you and for me.
And when you kill me, I♪ll get inside you... and I'll make sure you end up in hell.
You've got some balls... I'll let you live, to see you suffer every day.
But then again, I don't believe in that shit... Time to say goodbye, bitch.
The gun!
"Because hate is never stopped by hate. Hate is stopped with love."
"That♪s an old rule." Dhammapada Buda 1:15
"May your heart be straightened: No one will live forever."
"Even princess came to die, people turn to ashes."
"May your heart be straightened: No one will live forever"
Nezahualcoyotl
Let the light guide you
In loving memory of James Powers. A great brother.
To my mother. To my children. To their mother. To my father.
To the great Spirit Thank you. Forgive me. I love you.
"Bring your spirit out of the closet"