Carlito's Way Page #5

No sh*t. That's good.

Here's to you.

To you. "Free at last."

Listen, I'm in with some new people now.

Unos italianos, t sabes.

They trust you.

They think you're a f***in' guinea.

- Where are they from? Pleasant Avenue?

- Downtown.

Anyway, they got the money.

They got a lot of money.

Some heavy paper. They go up to $25,000

for a key, if it's good sh*t, you know.

They want regular street people,

gente del barrio. Old school all the way.

- Stand-up guys like us, right, Lalin?

- Old school, baby.

So what you say? You and me,

just like old times.

You bring the people you're with now.

I ain't with nobody. I told you that.

I ain't connected no more.

Come on, man!

You forget who you're talking to?

- Look at this.

- Wait a minute.

This how you beat your thirty years,

you piece of sh*t?

- Let me explain.

- I'll kill you, you motherf***er.

- F***in' push you in the f***in' river!

- What the f*** is goin' on?

Wait a minute. Wait a f***in' second!

You a f***in' chivo, man?

You a f***in' rat? I'll f***in' kill him!

Let me kill him for you!

Let him f***in' kill me! F*** you!

Kill me, you motherf***er!

Look what I got!

I mean, look at me! You got everything!

I mean, come on!

Look what I gotta f***ing go around with:

f***ing diapers!

I got f***ing diapers!

I sh*t in my pants every day!

I can't walk, I can't hump.

Go ahead and kill me, you cocksucker!

They made me do it, or they send me back.

I'm no good in the joint.

I'm in a f***ing wheelchair.

- It wasn't even turned on.

- Who sent you? Listen to me now.

Who sent you?

- Who sent you, motherf***er?

- The D.A.

Norwalk?

- Norwalk?

- He got a hard-on for you, man.

Got a tip you were dealing again, big time.

I was dealing? Who told him that?

I been clean. I haven't made

one f***in' move. Who told him that?

- I don't know.

- Who told him that?

Man, I swear to God, I don't know!

I would never give you up.

I would never do that.

I was gonna give you a signal.

It wasn't even turned on.

It's something else, man!

Look, let me...

Just do it, man! Just f***in' kill me.

I ain't gonna kill you.

I ain't even gonna hurt you.

I ask you...

...how can you f*** the only people

who ever cared for you?

How do you do that?

You lost, motherf***er.

I'm gonna get somebody to wheel you out.

Djame explicar...

Some f*** told Norwalk

I was dealin' again.

Come in.

Do you know who it was?

All I know is he sent somebody

to talk to me wearin' a wire.

That son of a b*tch.

He's been leaning on me too,

about other sh*t.

I ain't dealin'. I ain't goin'

back to prison no matter what!

Relax. You're not dealing,

so he can't have anything on you.

This is the way this guy is.

He's on a goddamn fishing expedition.

I'll take care of it. All right? Come on.

F***in' Lalin, man.

He has nobody.

He has nobody left.

How about you, sir? Check it out, man.

What's up, man? Check it out.

What's happenin', man?

Cool, man. Take that.

This is a surprise.

Big surprise.

Diet Pepsi.

You were really terrific.

- I mean, really...

- Thanks.

...very, how do I say...

Sexy?

- Exactly.

- That is the desired effect.

- Miss, that was just wonderful!

- Really, really wonderful!

- Thank you very much.

- Really, really wonderful.

Thanks a lot.

Fans.

What's the matter?

Nothin'. No, I was just...

This situation, I think, maybe is...

Situation?

I didn't expect this kind of thing.

That's all.

I mean, you told me you was

in a musical of some sort.

I thought you was doin' a Broadway show.

You told me the Governor's daughter,

whatever you were playing.

And I come here and see this.

Not that there's anything wrong with this.

Wait a second. I work hard here.

I dance. I get well-paid for it.

I don't f*** anybody.

I didn't say that. Now, please.

You're sitting there judging me.

I'm not judgin' you. Please don't say that.

I don't judge you.

What do you do that's so wonderful?

You ever kill anybody, Charlie?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have

just busted in like this.

My fault. I apologize.

I better go now.

- Where you going?

- I'm gonna go home.

When am I gonna see you again?

Why don't you surprise me another time?

- Like when?

- I can't tell you that.

- Why not?

- 'Cause it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?

You know I want to feel your ass.

You already know my ass.

Come with me.

What the f*** are you lookin' at me for?

- Benny!

- How ya doin'?

- Benny Blanco from the Bronx!

- Hey, fat man.

The fattest man.

- Where's my money?

- What money?

My money, man! You play p*ssy,

you gonna get f***ed!

Are you kidding?

- Where's Steffie?

- Steffie?

Get me Steffie, man. I'm Ionely.

- S. Dgame.

- Dnde est Steffie?

- Yo la vi por ah.

- Vete a buscarla ya.

Muy bien.

Madre de Dios!

After that, she got six f***ing kids.

There is a problem with Mr. Kleinfeld.

- What kind of problem?

- He's in the bathroom f***ing Steffie.

So, what's the problem? Good for him.

But she belongs to Benny Blanco now.

Who?

You remember Benny Blanco

from the Bronx?

- That little piece of sh*t from the other day.

- Not that guy. F*** him.

He's here, and he's gonna make trouble.

- Where is he?

- Over there.

F*** him! Don't worry

about Benny Blanco. Go ahead, it's okay.

What do I do when they tell me that?

You gotta learn to live with it.

Where've you been hiding this man?

This is one sexy man.

- He's an animal. You know that?

- Faster than a speeding bullet.

Yeah, but he got himself

a Mercedes and a yacht, all of that.

Mr. Benny Blanco says it's gonna be okay.

He wants to send

a bottle of champagne over...

...and he wants you to send Steffie over,

when you're ready.

- Carlito, what should I do?

- No problem. Steffie's with Dave now.

But Benny said...

F*** Benny!

This is from Benny Blanco.

Send it back!

Vete! Vete!

Please, you can't do this.

- Benny spends a lot of money here.

- He's a nickel-bagger. Come on.

What happened to you?

What are you acting like this for?

It doesn't make sense you should hate

this guy. This guy is you 20 years ago.

Never me.

This is the second time

you turned me down for a drink.

- You don't like my champagne?

- It could be.

Maybe there's a mis-f***ing-understanding.

- Maybe you don't remember me.

- Maybe I don't give a sh*t.

Maybe I don't remember the last time

I blew my nose either.

Who the f*** are you,

I should remember you?

What, you think you're like me?

You ain't like me, motherf***er.

You're a punk.

I've been with made people,

connected people.

Who you been with?

Chain-snatchin', jive-ass,

maricn motherfuckers.

Why don't you get lost? Go ahead,

snatch a purse. Take a f***in' walk.

The only problem here is that

Steffie doesn't know where she belongs.

- Steffie belongs here.

- I think Steffie's makin' a big mistake!

I'll blow your f***ing head off.

- I'll blow this cocksucker's head off.

- Put that f***in' gun away!

- How does it feel?

- Go! Go!

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