I know how to find you, James McGill.

Understand what I'm saying?

Up.

Okay?

Okay.

Take him back to his car.

Thank you.

This is good.

This is right.

Thank you.

Come on.

What about them?

Come on.

Yeah, right.

Come on.

Yeah, right.

Yo, where you going?

Oh, wait.

Can I say something?

Can you let them go?

Just let them go.

You stupid.

They don't deserve to die.

I put them up to it.

I don't deserve to die, but they don't either.

I'm gonna skin them like javelinas.

Forget about them.

They're insects.

Hey, think about their mother.

I swear on their mama!

She is a sweet little lady.

She's a widow.

She works hard.

All day, every day.

Just like her mother before her.

From dawn till dusk.

Scrubbing the floors of rich people.

She needs a cane to walk, you know?

She's got arthritis, and still she works every day.

What, for herself?

No.

For them.

For these two.

Her boys are apples of her eye.

You say they don't deserve her?

Maybe so.

But they're all she's got.

Now, you turn them inside out.

I want you to think about what happens to her.

That's on them.

They should have thought about that.

When I was at your abuelita's place, you were gonna let them go.

The way I see it, that's because you're tough, but you're fair.

You're all about justice.

That's what I'm saying.

Justice.

These two shit-for-brains, these big mouths, you already beat the living hell out of them.

You think they're ever gonna forget?

Today?

Never.

Ten years from now, they're still gonna be crapping their jockeys.

It's not enough.

Okay, okay.

Then let's talk proportionality.

They're guilty.

Agreed.

Now you have to decide.

What's the right sentence?

Like a judge.

Like a judge.

You ever hear of the code of Hammurabi?

Let the punishment fit the crime?

Eye for an eye?

Eye for an eye.

You want me to blind them?

No, no.

All they did was trash talk.

So I cut their tongues out!

Don't!

See, I'm advising that you make the punishment fit the crime.

Punishment fit the crime.

Colombian neckties!

I cut their throats and then I pull their live tongues through the slits!

Bitch snatch!

Or you could give them black eyes.

Black eyes?

That ain't nothing!

That one there, Holmes, he already got a black eye, fool.

Stop helping.

Or you could sprain their ankles.

Sprain?

They're skateboarders, right?

That's how they run their scam.

They can't skate.

You hit them where they live.

I ain't spraining nothing, bitch.

I'm gonna break their arms.

I'm gonna break their legs.

Arms?

When did we get onto arms?

I'm cutting their legs off.

We could go that way.

We were talking about breaking.

I think we're heading in the wrong direction.

Okay.

Break their legs.

How many legs?

Two.

They got two legs.

One leg.

Each one leg?

Each?

One leg each.

Total of two legs.

Hey.

Look.

They can't skateboard for six months, and they're scared of you forever.

You show everybody that you are the man, but that you're fair.

That you're just.

One leg each.

No!

It's tough, but it's fair.