Carlito's Way Page #10

Come on!

You made it!

That's him!

Police! Freeze!

It's gonna be okay.

Remember me?

Benny Blanco from the Bronx?

No hard feelings.

But I got to think about my future, too.

You know, it is that way sometimes, papi.

Come on, let's go.

No, you stay here.

Don't try to talk.

We're gonna get you to a hospital.

You're gonna be okay.

Just hold on, baby. Just hold on.

Hold on, baby. Please, hold on.

Take this.

Take it and get out.

Both of you.

You'll be okay.

Don't leave me, Charlie. Not yet.

Don't leave me, Charlie.

Don't go.

Please don't leave me.

Don't go.

You can't do this to me.

Oh, God. Don't leave me.

Sorry, boys...

...all the stitches in the world

can't sew me together again.

Lay down. Lay down.

Gonna stretch me out

in Fernandez Funeral Home on 109th St.

Always knew I'd make a stop there...

...but a lot later

than a whole gang of people thought.

Last of the Mo-Ricans.

Well, maybe not the last.

Gail's gonna be a good mom.

New, improved Carlito Brigante.

Hope she uses the money to get out.

No room in this city

for big hearts like hers.

Sorry, baby.

I tried the best I could. Honest.

Can't come with me on this trip, though.

Gettin' the shakes now.

Last call for drinks. Bar's closin' down.

Sun's out.

Where we goin' for breakfast?

Don't wanna go far.

Rough night.

Tired baby...

...tired.

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