Carlito's Way Page #9

Let's do it. Let's get outta here.

All three of us.

We're runnin' out of time, babe.

The dream don't come no closer by itself.

We gotta run after it now.

I know, it's not the way I planned it either,

but it is how it is.

I'm gonna go to the club, get my money,

and I'm goin' straight to Grand Central.

Train leaves 11:
30 for Miami.

You're gonna be there, Gail?

- You'll be there?

- I'll be there.

I love you.

- Just make sure you're there.

- I'll see you later.

Train leaves in five hours,

and I'm angling like crazy in my head.

Norwalk'll blow over. He won't come out

of the country if he can't bust me here.

But he ain't my only problem.

Five hours left. Can I think of everything?

Cover everybody. Tie all the shoelaces.

Gotta listen to my instincts...

...like the one tellin' me that face

and that uniform don't go together.

Just one last piece of business.

Gotta look in Kleinfeld's eyes.

Gotta know for sure.

Who are you?

- Kleinfeld is my lawyer.

- Hands on the wall.

Go ahead.

Relax.

It's your pal.

Scared the hell out of me.

Cop's not supposed to let anybody in.

It's you, it's okay, but...

Cops ain't gonna protect you.

The mob is looking for you.

I know. Where the f*** have you been?

What do you got here?

- Where you been?

- How do you feel?

I'm not feeling very well.

Where the f*** have you been?

I've been to Norwalk's office.

I heard the tape.

That pig.

Never give up your friends,

no matter what.

They doctor these things,

play 'em outta context.

I can't believe you are such a...

Don't f***in' do that! F*** you!

What the f*** are you doing?

Would you f***in' put that away?

It's loaded!

F*** you and your self-righteous code

of the goddamned street.

Did it pull you out of a thirty-year stint

in five years? Did it? No, I did.

Did it get you acquitted four f***ing times?

No, it didn't. I did.

So f*** you, f*** the street.

Your whole goddamn world's this big...

...and there's only one rule:

you save your own ass.

Save your own ass.

- Save your own ass.

- See this? It belongs here.

Not behind a pillow.

This way you can reach for it quick.

They come in, you ready for 'em.

So long. You got a beautiful future.

Quittin' time.

- You're early.

- A few minutes. Finish your paper?

- It's all yours.

- Thanks.

Be good.

There's a delivery for you, Mr. Kleinfeld.

- From who?

- From my father...

...and my brother.

Adis, counselor.

Where the hell you been?

You know somebody tried to kill Kleinfeld?

I heard about it. Listen, me and Gail

are goin' out of town for a couple days.

- You're gonna get married.

- Listen to me.

I want you to go to Gail's house,

pick her up, drive her to Grand Central.

I want you to wait with her there for me.

Train leaves 11:
30 sharp.

We can't miss this train, understand?

You got me? Go ahead.

It's me, Pete Amadesso.

- Remember me?

- How ya doin'?

- Good.

- What're you doin' here?

We heard this was your joint.

Nice! Come by to say "hello."

Good to see you. How you doin'?

- Good to see you. Yeah, long time.

- Long time.

Sit down. Have a drink with us.

Come on. Sit down.

I said:
"Sh*t, I ain't seen Carlito

in what, fifteen years?"

Fifteen. Yeah, gotta be. Sure.

- Long time.

- Long f***in' time.

- Sorry. Joe Battaglia.

- My pleasure. Good to see you.

Sonny Manzanero.

- How ya doin'?

- Carlito Brigante.

Me and Carlito used to push

a little skag back in '57, '58.

Couple of f***in' kids.

First time I saw this guy,

I thought he was Italian!

Look at him!

Sh*t!

Pete Amadesso walks into my club

just like that.

Bullshit.

There's an angle here. Pete's a made guy.

His uncle's a heavy hitter

with the Pleasant Avenue bunch.

What's he doin' here?

Probably Tony T.'s people sent him.

Maybe he's watchin' me, seein' if I break.

Waitin' for me to panic.

They still don't know for sure

if I was on that boat.

They think, but they don't know.

'Cause if they knew, I'd already be dead.

Right now, they just watchin' me.

He was always one of us.

That was a guy. That's who he is.

And we gotta know that.

So anyway, so I says to the guy:

"Tommy, Carlito ain't no f***in' n*gger.

Look at the way he dances!"

He dances like an Italian!

You should see him do the tarantella!

Waiter, get over here.

Bring these guys the best champagne

we got on the house.

- Where you goin'? Stay with us.

- I'm a workin' man.

Let me do what I gotta do.

I'll be right back.

Okay, buddy.

Motherf***er!

F***.

You seen the guy?

Saso.

- Where's my money?

- What're you talking about?

- Where's my money?

- I don't know.

You heard Kleinfeld got whacked,

so you figured I was dead, too!

- You thought you inherited my money?

- I swear...

Where's my money?

I'll cut your f***in' liver out!

Okay. Okay.

It's in the box, under the register.

I was gonna tell you.

I want you to meet a good friend of mine.

You ever hear of Vinnie's father,

Tony Taglialucci?

Tony T. Yeah, he passed away recently.

Sorry about that.

I hear your Jew lawyer

met with an accident.

I haven't seen him lately. What is this?

I told you bring the best out,

you bring me this cheap sh*t?

Come on. Excuse me.

- Vinnie, slow down.

- "Ain't seen him lately!" The lyin' f***!

- Seen him in the hospital!

- We'll take him outside. Sit down.

Relax, we'll get him.

Where the hell is he?

- The little f***in' spic bastard!

- Where you going, man?

- Nobody gets back here!

- Damn it, get the f*** out of here!

Come on, let's go. We'll get him outside.

There he is! Come on!

What do you want me to do?

I can't do nothin'.

Get the f*** off!

Attention, ladies and gentlemen.

Final boarding on Track 17.

All reserved on the 11:20

Amtrak Merchant's Limited.

Train number 1-7-9

bound for Washington, D. C...

...serving Newark, Menlo Park, Trenton,

Philadelphia, Aberdeen and Baltimore.

All aboard!

Get the f*** out!

Cover the doors.

Did you see that one? The one in the blue?

You guys are dogs. Dogs!

Now boarding on Track 19.

All reserved on the 11:30 Amtrak

Silver Star bound for Tampa and Miami.

Maybe we should wait by the train.

Sounds good to me.

Come on, Charlie.

I'm goin' to the Bronx IRT uptown.

Which way I go for that?

You'll take a right here,

shoot down the alley...

...and up the stairs. Can't miss it.

- Thanks.

There he is!

Vinnie, wait up.

He ain't up here. Let's go down. Come on.

All right.

Attention, ladies and gentlemen.

Now boarding on Track 12...

...all reserved on the 11:45

Amtrak Senator, train Number 1-7-6.

Bound for Boston

and serving Stamford, Bridgeport...

...New London, Cambridge,

Kingston and Providence.

Attention, ladies and gentlemen.

Last call, Track 19...

...the 11:
30 Amtrak Silver Star

bound for Tampa and Miami.

All aboard!

He's not down here.

- We lost him.

- We didn't f***in' lose him. He's up top.

Did you hear me? Move!

He's there!

I'll kill you!

Motherf***er! I'll kill ya!

Stop! Police!

The train's gonna leave! Come on, man!

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