Carlito's Way Page #2

I don't know. Maybe some rich relative

dies and leaves it to me.

It's a dream, Dave. You gotta dream, baby.

You got it all worked out, Carlito.

Here's to you.

So here's me back on the street.

Third Sunday in August.

Old Timer's Day in the barrio.

- When did you get out, papi?

- A couple of days ago.

Nothin' left.

Like them old cowboy movies,

but instead of tumbleweed and cow dung...

...we got stripped car wrecks and dog sh*t.

A lot of new faces?

These young guys, I don't recognize 'em.

Mi barrio ya no existe.

Carlito, man, Death Valley out here, man.

Mira, you know me, I take to the street

with any of these motherfuckers, man.

But these new kids nowadays, man,

they got no respect for human life.

They shotgun you,

just to see you fly up in the air.

'Chacho, you're better off in jail.

I don't even go

up to black Harlem no more.

They're f***in' crazy up there.

Remember Victor?

- Victor, with the beard.

- He got shot right in front of the High.

Right in front of f***in' Patrick Henry High.

- Y Lalin, you know him.

- Lalin Miasso. What happened to him?

Lalin's doin' thirty years in Attica, man.

Thirty years!

Walberto! Check it out. Mira who's here.

- Mira, eso. Oye.

- Hey, Wally.

- Heavy-duty.

- Good to see you.

I've been looking all over for you.

Should have figured

I'd find you walking around up here...

...doing a little "memory lane."

- While I still got one.

- Mira, Rolando wants to talk to you.

- Carlito, I gotta get back to the game.

You need anything, bodyguard,

anything, call me, okay?

- You call me. Take care.

- Pachanga. Good to see you.

- Rolando?

- S. He's around the corner.

Guajiro, wait here for me.

- In about five minutes, I'll be back.

- Sure, Carlito.

Who is that? New back-up man?

He's my little cousin.

I gotta visit my aunt later.

Carlito, mi socio.

Qu chvere!

I said a prayer for you

while you were inside...

...that harm will come

to him who harmed you.

- Thank you.

- Sintate. Sit down.

- You are well?

- Well enough.

You look like you're doing good

for yourself.

Why not? Business is good.

- Smack.

- The coca business.

That's all there is. Heroin is dead.

- But you know all of this, right?

- No, I didn't know that.

Let's speak the truth between us.

You did five years

and never once mentioned my name.

I know that you could have given me up...

...and made things easier for yourself,

but you didn't.

Muy bien hecho. Good for you.

But you see I got rich

while you were inside.

Maybe you think I owe you?

I don't want anything from you.

- Who are you working with?

- I ain't working with nobody.

- Nobody?

- I'm retired.

- Retired?

- That's right.

Retired?

You're serious?

I'm serious. That's right. I'm out. I quit.

So, Carlito Brigante got religion, right?

That's right. I'm studying to be a priest.

So what are you doing these days?

Nothing much. I'm still in school.

I got a job though.

No kidding. Doing what?

Just a little legwork

for Seor Pablo Cabrales.

- Cabrales.

- Yeah.

What do you want to do that sh*t for?

That's not good.

Come on, Carlito.

I'm not making a career out of it.

I'm a delivery boy, that's all.

Check this out.

That's $30,000.

Can I ask you for a favor?

What's that?

I gotta go down the block for this pickup.

Can you come with me?

Come on. Don't get me involved

with that stuff.

Come on. I know these guys.

They're friends.

I just wanna walk in with you.

They see my back-up

and they'll sh*t in their pants.

- They ain't gonna know me.

- You?

You're a f***in' legend.

Come on.

All right. 10 minutes. I promised

your mother we'd be there for dinner.

That's no problem.

These guys, they're real pros.

Boom, boom, in and out.

So the kid's walkin' in there with $30,000.

And the legend, me,

I'm walkin' right in with him.

Five minutes from now

we'll be on the streets...

...with $30,000 worth of very sweet candy...

...more than enough to put me

right back where I just come from.

- Cmo est?

- Oye, Quisqueya. Qu pasa?

Coo, Guajiro. Who's this?

This is my cousin, man.

Primo mo, Carlito Brigante.

You heard of Carlito, right?

What you need him for?

Tranquilo, tranquilo.

I just come along for the ride, man.

Come on, Quisqueya, man.

You know Carlito, right?

I got nothing here.

He just got out of Lewisburg, man.

He used to be partners with Rolando Rivas.

Carlito. I heard of you, man.

You used to run smack

with Rolando, right?

Little bit.

Little bit? Little bit, that's a good one.

I heard you guys were the f***ing kings.

Lo siento, Carlito.

Hermanos, take care of Carlito.

We gotta do some business.

Hermanito.

- Quierejugar?

- No, I'll watch.

- We're playing eight ball.

- Good game.

- You don't mind if I count it, right?

- It's all there, man.

I'll count it anyway.

- Maybe you'll lose a game.

- Right.

- You like that shot I did, right?

- That shot ain't nothin'.

Come on.

What're you in a rush for?

I'll beat you again.

- Damn it!

- What's the matter?

- That's your bathroom there?

- That's the bathroom.

Don't work.

The toilet's backed up.

Sorry, man.

- Don't work?

- No, don't work.

I can wait another week.

Come back then, we'll have it fixed for you.

Turn it up! I love that song!

Mira, you wanna play or what?

Be cool. I'm rackin', man. Sh*t.

- You got a light?

- Sure, man.

- You're playin' eight ball, right?

- Yeah.

I can't resist this.

I gotta show you people a shot.

- We're in the middle of a game here!

- You're playin' eight ball.

Right before you rack. It's nothin'.

It ain't gonna bother your game.

You ain't gonna believe this.

Gonna line 'em up like this.

- You gonna show us a trick shot?

- No trick shot. This is magic time.

After you see this shot,

you're gonna give up your religious beliefs.

Quisqueya, you gotta check this out.

- Carlito's doin' one of his trick shots.

- Guajiro.

I ain't done counting yet.

You want a cold beer, hermano?

Help yourself, man.

- Took me six months to learn this shot.

- Six months?

- You gotta help me though.

- Sure.

See this?

- Over the 12.

- Okay.

- So how's your boss?

- He's good. I saw him this morning.

Put your finger right here,

right on top of the 12, to hold it there, see?

- Like that?

- You gotta get it even with that.

- So you didn't hear the news?

- What news?

There's no beer down here, man.

Sure, way down in the bottom.

Me and Clyde Bassie were working on this.

You lookin' at that nine?

Let me have your cue.

Line 'em up.

- They even?

- They look even to me.

Come on, Quisqueya. What news?

Your boss is dead and so are you.

I'm reloaded!

Come on in here, motherfuckers!

Come on, I'm waitin' for ya!

You ain't comin' in?

I'm comin' out!

You're up against it now, motherfuckers!

I'm gonna blow your f***in' brains out!

You think you're big time?

You're gonna f***in' die big time!

You ready?

Here comes the pain!

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus Christ, look at you.

You said they were friends, Guajiro...

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