lola martinez is who we're looking for. we're gonna crucify you, dude. yeah, well, you want a war, man, you got one. come on! shut up, martinez! get him in the car now! everybody else, clear out! i'm not leaving without my sister! come on, in the car, martinez. you better call the police 'cause you're all dead! all of you -- it's anarchy, frank. all turfs are overrun. gypsy kid had his pelvis broken with a baseball bat. what happened to lola martinez? she was late for her wedding rehearsal this morning. some diablos who went looking for her say they swear she was driven off in a car by a shamrock. shamrocks deny everything. yo, furillo, you got to gegelola back. they're gonna kill her. i want a s smit. all warlords in by 1:00. i heard what happened. you all right, j.d.? fine, captain. it was my fault, captain. sounded unavoidable. he's just a worrywart. bullet hasn't been made with my name on it. well, i'd take it easy just the same. it had to bebe a traumatic experience. it would have been a lot more traumatic if that gun had gone off. grace. hello, fran