They're chicanos

Dornan:

What I'd like to do now is to interview each of you individually. Who wants to go first? Montoya Santana:
Corky. Dornan:
Corky. Puppet:
Santana, how was the bus ride home? Montoya Santana:
Sunshine felt good. Puppet:
This is my brother, ese. They call him, Little Puppet. He's a genious, homes. Mundo:
Hey, don't get carried away. Puppet:
He does the placas in East L.A. Check it out. [Shows a tatoo with naked babe] Mundo:
Nice tits. Puppet:
He's coming to Big Folsom. I want him with us. J.D.:
Can he take care of himself? Puppet:
He don't know no nothing, but I'll be responsible for him. J.D.:
You know what you do. Montoya Santana:
How are you doing on tecato, ese? Little Puppet:
I'm clean now, ese. Montoya Santana:
Thank you for helping to get this little meeting together, all right? Little Puppet:
Yeah, I'll do anything for my carnal. Montoya Santana:
When you come up, if you need anything just let us know. Running any problems, we'll take care of it, all right. Little Puppet:
Gracias. Puppet:
Carnalito. Montoya Santana:
Orale, Sparky, how are we doing in Vacaville? Sparky:
Slow, homes, we're trying to get it together, but we've got a little problem there. Some from the Familia want to take on them after They're starting their own clika. They're called La Nuestra Familia. Montoya Santana:
It's been a long time trying to get it together, dealing with whites and mayates only to be dealing with our own. Huero:
Orale, carnal, these aren't our own people, ese. They're nothing but a bunch of lame farmers from the North. Montoya Santana:
They're chicanos