I can guarantee you
all the shit that's happening has nothing to do with me or my men.
Those fucking Serbs came to my house and shot at me, and I didn't do anything.
They stole my product, and I didn't do anything,
even though I know they deserve to be castrated and hung from a bridge
for what they did to me.
I still haven't done anything.
If it wasn't for you, they'd all be dead.
I know you, Miguel.
You didn't invite me here because you're going to continue not doing anything.
What are you up to?
That's correct.
I want you to cut the Serbs off completely for everything they've done.
They're weak and a burden on the city.
I'm going to replace them and more.
Don't do it, boss.
Fucking white piece of shit doesn't deserve it.
I am concerned about you, Miguel.
Don't worry about me, Grandma. I run my business very well.
In Guanajuato, Zacatecas, Jalisco, even as far as Oaxaca.
The Garcia name commanded fear and respect.
He trusted too easy. It was like blood in the water to the piranhas.
I've heard that goddamn story a million times, Grandma.
I'm not taking my eye off the ball.
You've heard it, but you didn't listen!
I didn't crawl across that border with a baby
because I wanted to come to this godforsaken country!
I was forced to escape! I refuse to be pushed out again!
Just like they did to your abuelo...
Yet.
The white devil has plans we know nothing about.
Always be one step ahead of him, or you will end up blind or worse, dead.
I am two steps ahead of him.
I told Ché that I can take over the Serbs' distribution.
And I'm going to start tomorrow by making and offer to the Division Street Devils.
Sit and eat, the food is getting cold.
I'm not hungry.