Luther Devarro: Next generation. Teach them a little respect.
Mac: You've been away for a while. Things have changed.
Luther Devarro: Question is: for better or worse? In our time, it wasn't about guns. It was the knuckle game, remember? I had snap in my shoulder. I hit you, you were hurting.
Mac: What I remember is you beating a rival gang member to a pulp. That's what put you away.
Luther Devarro: Defending the neighbourhood. This place has always welcomed me with open arms.
Mac: So did El Puño. What you started only got stronger when you went away.
Luther Devarro: Yeah, no thanks to you. Every couple of months, I'd find one of my men in the mess hall.
Mac: Didn't want you to get lonely.