dude, that's my little cousin, tao.
i'm sure. do we do something.  or what? smokie is the gang leader. he looks at tao for a second.
no, he flies solo, smokie.
hey, cuz, slow down, where you going? you should really think about hanging with us, man. if we all stick together, shit like that won't happen, with those spicks. tao nods as he walks, but doesn't answer.
you can't be such a little girl. you join up with us, we'll keep you out of trouble, cuz.
hey, cuz. hey, sue.
came to talk to my cousin tao. smokie looks over to sue.
this is my little cousin, sue. smokie takes off his sunglasses and smiles at sue.
that's right, go inside while the men talk.
you think about what we talked about? a pause. smokie watches tao carefully, offers him a cigarette. tao shakes his head no and looks at the ground.
smokie's right. we're family, right? you with us or what?
come on, man. tao clears his throat and speaks for the first time.
shit ya. 1972 gran torino fastback. cobra jet engine. mint. next to the garage, walt is bent over planting tomatoes. walt notices the hmong punks looking at him.
get in, get in! tao runs right past him. spider guns the motor and pulls in front of tao. smokie, spider and another gangbanger get out.
i vouched for you, tao, because you're family and you're with us now. tao struggles.
should we go after him?
hey, cuz. what's up?
be happy. we've got good news.
he said, let's go.
just seeing what you're up to, cuz.
so it's true? you got a job.
you watch it, old man.