After a few moments and some whispered words, Francisco stands up and walks away from the table. He casts a glance back over his shoulder, not wanting Alex to hear him discuss gang matters.
Yeah, man. Tuco said it was important. What’s up?
A couple of Kings beat the shit out of Two-Piece and started dealing on Malcolm Street. We’re getting all the boys, and we’re going to take care of it. Come at them from both sides of the street so they can’t run. Let them know what happens when they fuck with our boys and move in on our turf.
Young Jimmy nods solemnly. Young Robert frowns.
Malcolm Street’s garbage turf. We should–
It’s our fucking turf, and nobody takes it from us! They put Two-Piece in the fucking hospital! Don’t you care about the family?
Young Robert says nothing. Young Jimmy looks nervously between the two of them.
Hey. Hey. We’re here. We’re in. Let’s roll. You lead, we follow.
Francisco nods, placated. He turns back to walk over to Alex and smiles down at him.
I’ve got to go take care of some business, but I’ll be back tonight before you go to bed, okay?
Will you read to me before I go to sleep?
Only if you do all your homework.
INT. AN EMPTY WAREHOUSE ROOM
Jimmy smiles, confident for once in the face of the Grey Man.
I don’t know nothing.