A Bronx Tale Page #10

No.

Don't forget. You need anything,

come to the bar and see me.

- Anything.

- All right.

So long, kid.

Dad, what are you doing here?

I came to pay my respects

to your friend.

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

Dad, I'm sorry

if I ever hurt you in any way.

That's OK.

Everything's gonna be OK.

Sonny, I want to thank you

for saving my kid's life.

I never hated you.

I guess it's...

... that I was mad at you because

you made him grow up so fast.

May God have mercy on your soul.

I'll wait over here.

Sonny, did you hear that?

My father didn't hate you.

Nobody cares, huh?

You were wrong about that one.

Wasted talent.

See you around, Sonny.

Let's go home, C.

Sonny and my father always said

that when I get older

I would understand.

Well, I finally did.

I learned something

from these two men.

I learned to give love

and get love unconditionally.

You just have to accept people

for what they are.

And I learned

the greatest gift of all.

The saddest thing in life

is wasted talent.

And the choices that you make

will shape your life forever.

But you can ask anybody

from my neighbourhood

and they'll just tell you.

This is just another Bronx tale.

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