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Somebody's pullin' me
close to the ground.

I can sense, but I can't see.

I ain't panicked.
I been here before.

Same as when I got popped
on 104th Street.

Don't take me to no hospital, please.

Fuckin' emergency rooms
don't save nobody.

Sons of bitches always pop you
at midnight

when all they got is a Chinese intern
with a dull spoon.

Look at these suckers scramblin' around.

What for?

My Puerto Rican ass
ain't supposed to have made it this far.

Most of my crew got washed
a long time ago.

Don't worry.
My heart, it don't ever quit.

I ain't ready to check out.

Seems like I just got out of the joint.

Stood up in front of that judge
and told him what was who.

Now I ain't sayin' that my way
would have been different

had my mother been alive when I was a kid,
because that's all you hear in the joint.

"Oh, man, I didn't have a chance."
No. No. Bullshit.

I was already a mean little bastard
while my mother was alive, and I know it.

But I learned about women from her.

Mr. Brigante, there are 56 cases
on the court's docket for this morning.

Why am I listening to this?

Your Honor, if I may,
Mr. Brigante is understandably excited

having been vindicated
after five years of incarceration.

There's no vindication here,
Counselor,

or absolution, or benediction,
or anything,

other than an incredible convergence
of circumstances

which you have exploited
to your client's benefit.

With all due respect, Your Honor,
these circumstances that you speak of

include illegal wiretaps
and tainted evidence.

This is a classic
"fruit of a poisoned tree" situation.

Now, I think that after five years
of unjust incarceration

it is reasonable to request that Mr. Brigante
be indulged his right to speak.

OK, Mr. Brigante, I'm all ears.

OK. Your Honor,

with all due respect,

past and present,
and without further to-do.

Let me assure this court

that I am through
walkin' on the wild side.

That's all I've been tryin' to tell you.

I have been sick with the social ills
known in the ghetto,

but my time
in the sterling correctional facilities

of Green Haven and Sing Sing
has not been in vain.

I've been cured!

Born again, like the Watergaters.

I know you heard this rap before.
Your Honor, I mean it.

This is the truth. I changed.

I changed, and it didn't take no thirty years
like Your Honor thought,

but only five.

That's right, sir. Five years.

And look at me.
Completely rehabilitated,

reinvigorated, reassimilated,
and finally gonna be relocated.

And I want to thank
a lot of people for that.

I look over there and I see
that man there, Mr. Norwalk.

I want to thank you, sir,
for making the tapes in an illegal fashion.

I would like to thank the Court of Appeals
for reversing you, Your Honor.

And I want to thank Almighty God
without whom no case gets tossed.

- I can't believe this.
- Oh, I must have forgot. How could I forget...

...my dear, close friend and lawyer...

...David Kleinfeld, who never, never, never
gave up on me

through everything,
thick and thin, right, Dave?

- Why don't you just stand up? Just stand up.
- I'm sorry.

- Mr. Brigante! Mr. Brigante!
- Please stand up. Davey Kleinfeld!

OK, Mr. Brigante,
you're not accepting an award.

Court of Appeals' decision...

...and the District Attorney's
unfortunate investigative techniques...

...now devolve upon me the painful duty
of unleashing upon society

a reputed assassin
and convicted purveyor of narcotics.

No! Never convicted on no dope.

The indictment is dismissed.
The prisoner's discharged. Call the next case.

- I'm indebted to you.
- OK.

- I feel like I won.
- Excuse me. Congratulations.

- No hard feelings, right?
- I'll be seeing you, Brigante.

That was some line of crap
you handed him in there.

Hey, that was no line of crap, man.
I meant every word I said, Dave.

You don't understand. You don't get it.

I'm a free man,
and I don't mean just out of jail.

I am free at last, free at last,

thank God Almighty, I am free at last!

I gotta work here. Save your energy.
Wait till you see what I got lined up for tonight.

Yes!

So, what are you gonna do for money?
Hook up with Rolando again?

I told you,
I ain't goin' back to the street.

Twenty-five years I worked that sucker.

What do I got to show for it? Squat.

You dancing with me
or you dancing with him?

What does that mean,
"I ain't goin' back on the street"?

What else do you know how to do?

- I got plans, baby.
- Talk to me.

Cause you can dance
with him if you wanna.

I know Dave
since he was just out of law school.

He was workin' as a clerk
for one of them big mob lawyers.

Kept a tire iron
under the seat of his car,

tried like hell not to look scared
by all his wise-guy clients.

But Davey Kleinfeld,
he ain't scared no more.

So, look at you.

You really made something of your life.

You put me in business, baby.
All my first clients came through you.

As I say, you know, top drawer.

You're top drawer, Davey.

Man.

Listen, I got something for you.

You remember Saso?

Saso. Yeah.

Fat guy, had the Argentine place
on Madison?

He bought the lease on this bankrupt disco.
Beautiful place.

I got some investors together,
and we backed him.

I got fifty grand in the place personally.
The problem is Saso.

The guy's been shakin' the till,
payin' off his gambling debts.

He says if he doesn't get another twenty-five,
he's gonna lose his lease.

I mean, I like the place.
I go there sometimes.

The money's no big deal.
I don't mind puttin' it in,

as long as I know there's somebody there
who's gonna run the place straight, clean.

Me?

Hey, Dave, I owned clubs.
I never ran 'em.

What's the big deal? You know,
you step in, you straighten things out,

- you take a salary, a chunk of the profits...
- Please.

You've done enough already
for me, Dave.

You call it a favor between friends.

No favor. I owe you.

Favor gonna kill you faster than a bullet.

You saved my life.

You saved my life, Dave.

Thirty years.
You know what that is?

I was dead. I was buried.
I was under the ground.

You dug me up.

Oh, man!

I don't know what to say to you.

I just don't know what to say.

Say you love me.

I love you.

If you was a broad, I'd marry you.

- My boy.
- I bet you would.

Who's that? Oh, well, you know...

Look, we're going to the ladies' room.

Goodbye, you two.

- Well, somebody's got to.
- Bye-bye.

So, what are these plans?

What's the big goddamn secret?

You remember
a guy named Clyde Bassie?

Got out of the joint
a couple of years ago.

Anyway, he went down to the Bahamas,
Paradise Island...

...and he got this car rental place.

He used to talk about it
all the time in the can.

He got out, he went down there,
put it together.

And it's doin' good. Real good.

I mean, like, it's makin' money.

Couple of months ago,
he wrote me,

and he said I could buy in
any time I got seventy-five grand together.

You're gonna rent cars.

Yeah.

What are you laughing at?

- You're gonna rent cars.
- That's right. I know a lot about cars.

I've been stealing 'em since I was 14.

Look at him laugh.

I'll tell you somethin'.

Car rental guys
don't get killed that much.

And where are you gonna get
the seventy-five?

I don't know. Maybe some rich relative dies
and leaves it to me.

- Uh-huh.
- It's a dream, Dave.

- You gotta dream, baby.
- I know. Hey!

You got it all worked out, Carlito.
Here's to you.

Carlito!

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,
only instead of tumbleweed and cow dung,

we got stripped car wrecks and dog shit.

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.

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, man,
just to see you fly up in the air.

Muchacho, you're better off in jail.

I don't even go
up to black Harlem no more.

They're fuckin' crazy up there.
Remember Victor?

Victor with the beard.

Victor got shotgunned to death
right in front of the High, man,

right in front of fuckin'
Patrick Henry High.

- And Lalin, you know Lalin.
- Lalin Miasso. What happened to him?

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

Walberto! Chequea, esto.
Mira who's here.

- Mira ese, oye!
- Hey, Wally.

- Heavy-duty. Heavy-duty.
- Good to see you.

Oye, Carlito, 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.

- Yeah. Rolando wants to talk to you.
- Carlito, I gotta get back to the game.

But, papi, you need anything, bodyguard,
anything, call me, OK?

- You call me.
- Pachanga, good to see you.

- Take care.
- Rolando?

He's around the corner.

Guajiro, wait here for me.

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

Who is that? New backup man?

He's my little cousin.
I gotta visit my aunt later.

Carlito, mi socio!

¡Qué chévere! ¡Qué chévere!
¡Qué chévere!

You know, I said a prayer for you
while you were inside,

that harm will come
to him who harmed you.

- Thank you.
- ¡Siéntate! 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.

Carlito...

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?

Rolando,
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 are serious?

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

So... mi monina Carlo Brigante
got religion, right?

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

So, what are you doing these days?

Uh, nothing much, you know?
I'm still in school, man.

- Oh, yeah?
- I got a job, though.

No kidding. Doing what?

Just a little legwork
for Senor Pablo Cabrales.

- Cabrales.
- Yeah.

What do you want to do that shit for?
That's not good.

Oh, 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 thirty grand.

Yo, can I ask you for a favor, man?

What's that?

I gotta go down the block for this pickup, man.
Can you come with me?

Oh, come on.

Don't get me involved with that stuff.

Oh, come on, I know these guys.
They're friends.

I just wanna walk in with you.

They see who my backup is,
and they'll shit in their pants, man.

- They ain't gonna know me.
- You?

You're a fuckin' legend, man.

Come on.

Alright, ten minutes.

I promised your mother
we'd be there for dinner.

Oh, that's no problem, man.
These guys, they're real pros, man.

Boom, boom, in and out.

So, the kid's walkin' in there
with thirty big ones,

and the legend, me,
I'm walkin' right in with him.

Five minutes from now,
we're gonna be on the streets

with thirty grand worth
of very sweet candy,

more than enough to put me
right back where I just come from.

¡Oye, Quisqueya! ¿Qué pasa?

Corio, Guaijiro.
Who's this?

This is my cousin, man.
Primo mio, 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.

Oh, Carlito!
I heard of you, man.

You used to run smack
with Rolando, right?

Little bit, yeah.

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

I heard you guys
were the fucking kings, man.

Lo siento, Carlito.

Hermanos,
take care of Carlito.

We gotta do some business.

Huh! Mi manito...

¿Quieres jugar?

No, I'll watch.

- We're playing eight ball.
- Good game, yeah.

- 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.
- Yeah, right.

- You like that shot I did, right?
- That shot ain't nothin'.

Come on, come on.

What are you in a rush for?
I'm just gonna beat you again.

- Déjame quieto! ¡Vete para alla!
- What's the matter?

- Déjame quieto!
- That's your bathroom there?

Yeah, yeah...
that's the bathroom, yeah.

Uh... it don't work.

The toilet's backed up.

Sorry, man.

- Don't work?
- No, don't work.

I can wait another week.

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

Turn it up, man! I love that song!

Mira mi pana.
You wanna play or what, eh?

Hey, be cool. I'm rackin'.
I'm rackin', man.

Shit.

You got a light?

Yeah. Sure, man.

- You're playin' eight ball, right?
- Yeah.

I can't resist this.
I gotta show you people a shot.

- Yo! Yo! We're in the middle of a game here!
- You're playin' eight ball, right?

Right before you rack. It's nothin'.
It ain't gonna bother your game.

Wait till you see this.
You ain't gonna believe it.

- Gonna line 'em up like this.
- You gonna show us a trick shot, Carlito?

No trick shot.
This is magic time.

After you see this shot,
you're gonna give up your religious beliefs.

Quisqueya, man,
you gotta check this out.

- Carlito's doin' one of his trick shots, man.
- 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.
- OK.

So how's your boss?

Oh, he's good, man.
You know, I saw him this morning.

You gotta put your finger right here,
right on top of the 12, to hold it there, see?

- Like that?
- That's right. You gotta get it even with that.

- So you didn't hear the news?
- What news?

Yo! 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.

OK, line 'em up.

- They even?
- They look even to me.

Come on, Quisqueya, bro.
What news?

Your boss is dead and so are you.

No!

I'm reloaded!

OK?

Come on in here, motherfuckers!

Come on, I'm waitin' for ya!

Why? You ain't comin' in?

OK. I'm comin' out!

You're up against it now,
motherfuckers!

- I'm gonna blow your fuckin' brains out!
- Shit!

Ugh!

You think you're big time?

You're gonna fuckin' die big time!

You ready?

Here comes the pain!

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus Christ, look at you.

You said they were friends, Guajiro.

But there ain't no friends
in this shit business.

¡Adids, primo!

Alright, what happened?

Ain't no more rackets out here,

just a bunch of cowboys
ripping each other off.

I don't invite this shit.

It just comes to me.

I run, it runs after me.

Gotta be somewhere to hide.

So, I took a look at this, Saso's place.
It's good. Nice location.

Somebody ran it right,
it could do good business.

Great.
I'll advance you twenty-five thou.

No, I'm gonna put my own money in.

- Your own money?
- Yeah.

What money is that?

I ran into Rolando.
He owed me from an old thing.

Twenty-five grand, so...

That's the only way
I'm gonna do it, Dave.

You got it. Terrific.

Good. So, you'll call Saso,

- tell him I'll see him tonight.
- Done!

Oh, listen, before you go,
there's something I want to talk to you about

I need a little favor.

It's no big deal, but I need a bodyguard.
Somebody good.

Who's bothering you, Dave?
I know 'em?

No, it's no big deal.
Just a little misunderstanding.

If it's no big deal,
what do you need a bodyguard for?

Will you trust me on this?

It's just temporary,
I'll get somebody of my own later,

but I want someone right away.

OK. There's Pachanga,
one of the old barrio crowd. He's good.

Great.

You OK?

Hey!

I got a good feeling about this club.
I think we're gonna make some real money.

Good,
I got a good feeling about it, too,

but as soon as I make my seventy-five...

...I'm spittin'.

Oh, that's right.

You're gonna rent Ford Pintos
to tourists in Paradise.

That's right,
with a big smile on my face, too.

Times have changed.

What happened to the miniskirts?

Where's all that marijuana?

Now everything is platforms, cocaine,
and dances I don't dance.

What a man gotta come to
when he loses five years.

But some shit never changes,
like Saso.

Charlie, my friend! Charlie Brigante!
How you doing?

Hey, Saso.

No, no more Saso.
Now everybody calls me Ron.

_ "Ron"?
- Ron from Reinaldo.

OK, Ron, let's get to the point.

I hear you're doing good business
with this place.

- Very good.
- So, how come you need money?

- Me?
- You gamblin' again, right?

How much you owe?

Ha...

I don't know,
maybe fifty, sixty thou.

OK, that means about a hundred.
Who you owe the money to?

You know, Charles,
some of the boys.

Twenty-five will quiet them for now,
and you'll come in for a quarter of my end.

OK, I'm gonna give you
25,000 cash tomorrow.

I'm gonna come in for half your end.

What are you trying to do to me?

What I'm trying to do, Saso,
I mean Ron, is save your ass.

- My ass?
- That's right,

because it's either Fat Anthony or Scooze
you owe the money to, right?

Either way, you're gonna end up
in the trunk of a car,

somewhere on the Belt Parkway
before long.

Maybe weeks before they find you.

Like DeeDee. Remember?

They open her up.

That's some kind of stink
you're gonna make.

"Ooh, what's that smell?"
Saso, man.

That's Saso. Used to be Ron.

OK, OK.
What time tomorrow?

So here's me in the club
playing Humphrey Bogart.

Things can get very sticky after hours,
so I bring in Pachanga,

little extra backup.

He thinks I'm gonna make him rich,

so he's worried I'm gonna get killed
before he scores.

Carlito, man, I heard about that shit
with your cousin, man.

Why didn't you call me,
so I could watch your ass, huh?

That happened a month ago.
You just found out?

Carlito, you got me chasin' this Kleinberg
in the daytime, and then you got me here...

Feld! Kleinfeld! I hope you're doin' a better job
with him than you are with me.

Carlito, the guy got a lot of money, man.
He got a safe in the office

with stacks of hundreds just waitin'...

Kleinfeld is my brother.
Look at me. Look at me!

He's my brother.

Pachanga's only fuckin' around.

Don't fuck around. Just keep your eyes open.
Look at the bar. They're stealin' money.

I wanna try, but it's so fucking dark in here.
What do you want me to do?

Carlito, Carlito! The guy over there says
he don't have to pay.

- What guy is that?
- The guy! The guy in the red over there.

- What are you doin'?
- Just shut up and kiss me.

Excuse me.

Something wrong with the check?

Yeah, there's something's fucking wrong
with the check.

Baby, come on...

- Benny!
- What, man?

Oh, shit!
Oh, fuck. Oh, shit, man.

Oh, man,
I'm sorry, Mr. Brigante.

I'm sorry. I got no problem.
I got no problem.

You see, Fat Man Saso there
owes me some money,

and he's a little slow in paying me,
so I'm just working it off for him, you know?

We haven't been formally introduced.
My name is Benny Blanco from the Bronx.

- You know me?
- Yeah, I know you, man.

You're Carlito Brigante,
motherfucker-to-the-max, that's who you are.

Well, I don't know you,
so I don't owe you. Saso does.

My place now, new rules.

Everybody pays. OK?

OK, man.
That's cool, that's groovy.

Hey, what's the matter with you?
Pay the fuckin' goddamn check, bitch.

- To the waiter.
- To the waiter, you fucking dumb fuck!

And get us some champagne, man,
some of that French shit.

- Kick some back with us, man. Have a glass.
- No, no, no...

- Thank you, but...
- I wanna pick your brain, man.

Get him a chair, man. Can't you see
the man is standing? Get him a fucking chair.

Get the stupid look off your face.
You know who this man is?

You know who this man is?

This man here, he's the fuckin' J.P. Morgan
of the smack business.

- I'm telling you...
- First time I ever heard that.

Oh, come on, man.
You had 90, 100 guys on the street. Right?

- Something like that.
- I'm starting out small, man.

I'm just building my organization.
I'm refining it and maximizing my potentialities.

I got my finger on some shit, man,
that's about to explode.

If you can just give me two minutes...

- Maybe next time, kid. All the best to ya.
- Two minutes of your time.

I'll talk to you again.

Talk to you again.

Just two minutes, Mr. Brigante.
That's all.

Fucking kids.

Move a couple of ounces,
think they're a big shot.

Make a few bucks while I'm in the joint,
I gotta respect them.

- Fuck that.
- Yeah, fuck that shit.

- Ramon!
- Carlito.

Talk to me about this.

Carlito, I see you was talkin'
to Benny Blanco before.

- Yeah.

Benny Blanco from the Bronx.

- They say he's comin' up in the world.
- Oh, do they?

- Mm-hmm.
- He's got a big future...

...If he can live past next week.

Carlito, how come
a good-lookin' dude like you,

doesn't have a woman?

Well, I guess I'm a workaholic.

What's the matter, huh?

Don't you ever see nobody
you like in here?

Nobody but you, Stef.

Jesus, she looks like Gail.

Same color hair.

The way she dances.

I met Gail a year before
I went into the joint.

She was this dancer,
this artistic ballet-type,

was gonna be a big Broadway star.

I guess she fell in love.

Me, too.

I swore I'd never break her heart,
but, you know, things happen.

Oh, I miss you, Gail.

When you're in the joint,

you spend all your time dopin' out
who you're gonna see the first day you're out.

The second day. The third.

But then you get out, everybody's got
a different face than you remember.

Maybe you do, too.

You pray for one face that didn't change.

One face that still knows you.

Looks at you
the same way it always did.

I couldn't figure it out.

I couldn't get that thing to save my life.

- Bye, Gail.
- See you next week. Bye-bye.

- Hey, I know you, lady.
- Hey, buzz off.

Yeah, sure, you used to go out
with that guy.

What's his name?
That good-looking guy.

Oh, yeah, yeah, Carlito Brigante.
That's right.

Charlie?

Hello, Gail.

Charlie!

Well, um... I was in the road company
of this show called "Songbird" last year.

I played the governor's daughter.

It wasn't the lead,
but it was a great part.

And I did this musical book show
last year in Vegas.

I hated the weather.

You ever been there?

Vegas? Yeah.
So, are you in something now?

I can come downtown and see you.

Um, well, I'm just, you know,
doing club dates right now,

mostly one-nighters, though.

But I'm up for this play
that goes this fall, so...

Well, that's great.

You're livin'
what you always dreamed about.

I'm getting close.

I am getting close.
I'm not there yet, but it's OK.

So, um...

What was it like inside, Charlie?

No big thing.

A lot of push-ups.

A lot of wasted time.

- You're out now.
- Oh, yeah. Here I am.

Am I out of line, Gall,

just poppin' up like this
after all these years?

You still pissed at me?

What do you think?

You dumped me hard, Charlie.

Now you want to tell me
it was for my own good, right?

No, it was for mine.

It was for mine, Gail.

It was for my own good, OK?

I was doin' thirty years.
What was I supposed to do?

I knew you were gonna try
and wait for me.

You were gonna visit me.

You were gonna make me
think about you all the time.

Now, what was I supposed to do?

There I am sittin' in jail,

wonderin' all the time where you are,

what you're doin', who you're with.

That'd have drove me crazy, Gail.

It'd have killed me.

Believe me.

- Best to just cut it clean, you know?
- Yeah.

Do my time with a clear head.

So, now what?

Now what? I don't know.

I'm here. I'm out.

For whatever that's worth.

What about this club of yours?

Oh, it's not my club, you know.

- l just got a... I got a piece of it.
- Mm-hmm.

Just trying to make enough money...

And who knows, with my luck,
somebody's gonna get shot,

the cops are gonna come
and close it down, you know.

That doesn't sound like you.

It doesn't? Really?

You never talked like this before.

Never felt like this before.

You know, it's a funny thing.

This guy, this counselor at Lewisburg,
Mr. Seawald,

once said to me, he said,
"Charlie, you run out of steam."

"You can't sprint all the way.
You gotta stop sometime."

"You can't buck it forever."

"It catches up to you."

"It gets you."

"You don't get reformed,"

"you just run out of wind."

Charlie...

Well, I'd better go.

Can I call you sometime?

Why don't you let me call you?

- OK.
- OK.

- You know where to find me, right?
- Yeah.

Oh...

Oh...

You said you wouldn't break my heart,
Charlie.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Night!

Mr. Taglialucci to see his lawyer,
Mr. Kleinfeld.

Go ahead.

Tony, how are you?

- OK, Jackson, beat it.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Taglialucci.

You look good.

Don't make me do it, Kleinfeld.
Just write this down, alright?

It's 555...

...58-88.

Now, that's my kid Frankie's
home phone number,

and I'll tell you why in a minute.

- Tony...
- Shut up!

I never liked you, Kleinfeld.

Not ‘cause you're a Jew, huh?
I know plenty of Jews.

It's ‘cause you're a lyin' piece of shit.

Now, I give you a million bucks
to make a simple payoff, and nothin' happens.

Look, Tony, I told your son.
I gave Nicky the money personally.

Now, if he decides to betray that

and testify against you anyway,
I can hardly be...

You look at my hands, huh?

Now you make me raise my voice,
and I'll snap your neck like a bread stick.

You fuckin' phony.
What do you take me for?

Nicky never saw dollar one of my money.

My million bucks went straight
into your pockets.

- Tony, I personally...
- Don't you fuckin' lie to me, you scumbag.

You lie to me again, I tell you
you're gonna end up in that river out there.

Now, you think about this when you go out,
you take a look down

and imagine what it's gonna feel like

slidin' around down the bottom with them eels
and them crabs crawlin' out of your eyeballs.

What do you want from me?

I understand you got a boat.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, well...

- You're gonna get me out of here.
- I'm doing every...

My entire office is devoted
to your appeal right now.

- I talked to the judge this morning.
- I ain't talkin' about no fucking appeal.

I'm talkin' about you
bustin' me out of here.

I'm a lawyer.

Listen, you lawyer-fuck,
I got a million-dollar credit with you.

Now, my kid Frankie's gonna go with you
and he's gonna keep an eye on you,

make sure everything goes right.

Now, you see that guard
that brought me in here? Huh?

He's been taken care of,

and he's gonna set it up,
and he's trying to get me into the water.

And all you gotta do is be there
with the boat to pick me up.

- Look, Tony, this is not exactly the kind of...
- Listen...

The contract's already down on you, pal.

The guys, the guns,
the lime pit's already dug.

You understand what I'm saying?
And from in here, just one button I push.

What?

Mr. Norwalk from the
District Attorney's office.

I said no calls!

No, he's here.

Mr. Kleinfeld?

Give me a second, please.

- Mr. Kleinfeld, are you there?
- Mm, send him in.

Bill, how are you?

- David.
- Very good to see you. Have a seat.

Hope you don't mind.
I was in the neighborhood.

No, not at all. As a matter of fact,
I was about to call you.

Your problems aren't just
going to go away, David.

♪ Dum-dum-dum ♪

Well, well, well!

So, here's me in the club
countin' every dollar.

On top of the twenty-five grand I put in,
I already pulled out another fourteen.

Thirty-five, forty more,
and I'm gone, Daddy, gone.

Two, maybe three months.

Just gotta mark time now,

lie low, keep out of trouble

and off people's minds.

- Hey, Carlito!
- Yeah?

Lalin is here. In the office.

- Lalin?
- Yeah, you wanna see him?

- You told me he was doin' thirty years.
- Yeah, well, I guess he got out, you know?

- How's he doin'?
- Not as good as you, but, you know...

I don't know what that means.

Lalin was a neighborhood guy,
real good-lookin' son of a bitch.

He used to work in this private gambling joint
on West 87th.

He was kind of a greeter for the place,

you know, set guys up with broads,
that kind of thing.

Now anybody ask me about Lalin,

I have to say, he's a stand-up guy.

- Look at you, man, look at you.
- Hey, hermano.

How you doin', man? What a place.

What happened to you?

What do you mean? You didn't hear?

I took a few in the back.

When the street's really mad at you,
she don't put you in a box,

she puts you in one of these things.

- ¿Tu quieres un pase?
- No.

- I'm workin'.
- Uh-huh.

- How about a drink? You want one?
- Like you wouldn't believe.

Hey, Pachanga,
tell me what's goin' on up there.

Come on, man, tell me. Huh?

Take care, alright?

Hey, you know, I seen that chick
you used to go around with.

The one from the Bahamas,
you know?

You know, la rubia.
The one that looks like my sister, you know?

- That's Gail.
- Yeah!

I seen her down in this show,
down on 48th and Broadway.

- When was this?
- Uh...

Two weeks ago, man.
She was in this fantastic show.

I mean, like... artistic, you know,
but a lot of talent.

That girl's got a lot of talent.

- 48th and Broadway?
- Mm-hmm.

Right.

Let me get another drink.

So, uh...
you back in business, huh?

I'm retired, Lalin. Told you that.

No more business for me.

Oh... come on, man.

All them people in Lewisburg,
and you're telling me you didn't connect?

I did a lot of reading, mostly.
Worked on my appeal, that kind of thing.

What about you? What is this?

Pachanga told me
you was doin' thirty years.

Yeah. Beat it.

You beat it? How'd you do that?

Uh, you know, like you,
I did a lot of reading.

And I worked with some guys,
some smart guys in the joint,

and just beat it, that's all.

No shit. That's good.

Here's to you.

To you. "Free at last."

So, listen...

I'm in with some new people now.
Unos italianos, ¿tu sabes?

They trust you. They think
you're a fuckin' genius or something.

- Where are they from? Pleasant Avenue?
- No, downtown.

Anyway, they got the money.
They got a lot of money.

Some heavy paper.
They go up to twenty-five for a key,

if it's good shit, you know.

And they want regular street people.
Gente del barrio, you know?

Old school all the fucking way.

Stand-up guys like us, right, Lalin?

Yeah, old school, baby.

So what you say? You and me,
just like old times, man.

And you bring in
the people you're with now.

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

I ain't connected no more.

Oh, 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 shit?

- Let me explain.
- I ought to kill you, you motherfucker.

- Fuckin' push you in the fuckin' river!
- What the fuck is goin' on, Carlito?

No, no, wait a minute.
Wait a fuckin' second!

You a fuckin' chivo, man?
You a fuckin' rat? I'll fuckin' kill him!

Let me kill him for you!

Let him fuckin' kill me! Fuck you!

Kill me, you motherfucker!
Look what I got! Look what I got!

I mean, look at me!

You got everything, man!

I mean, come on!

Look what I gotta fucking go around with -
fucking diapers, man!

I got fucking diapers!
I shit in my pants every day!

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

You know? Go ahead and kill me,
you cocksucker!

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

I'm no good in the joint.
I'm in a fucking wheelchair, Carlito.

- It wasn't even turned on.
- Who sent you? Listen to me now.

Who sent you?

- Who sent you, motherfucker?
- D.A. The D.A.

The D.A. Norwalk?

- Norwalk?
- Yeah, man, he got...

He got a hard-on for you, man.
He got a tip you were dealing again, big time.

- I was dealing? Who told him that?
- I don't know.

I been clean since I got out.
I haven't made one fuckin' move.

- Who told him that?
- I don't know.

- Who told him that?
- I don't know, man.

I swear to God, I don't know!
I would nev...

I would never give you up, man.
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... Oh, shit, man!

Just do it, man! Just fuckin' kill me.

I ain't gonna kill you, Lalin.

I ain't even gonna hurt you.

I ask you...

...how can you fuck the only people
who ever cared for you?

How do you do that, man?

You lost, motherfucker.

I'm gonna get somebody
to wheel you out.

Déjame explicar.

Some fuck told Norwalk
I was dealin' again.

Come in.

Do you know who it was?

All I know is he sent somebody out
to talk to me wearin' a wire.

Ah, that son of a bitch.

He's been leaning on me, too,
about other shit.

Yeah, well, I ain't dealin'.

I ain't goin' back to prison
no matter what!

Hey, look, relax.
You're not dealing,

so he can't have anything on you.
That's not possible.

This is the way this guy is.
He's on a goddamn fishing expedition.

I'll take care of it.
Alright? Come on.

Fuckin' Lalin, man.

He has nobody.

He has nobody left.

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

What's up, man? Check it out.
Hey, what's happenin', man?

Cool, man. Take that.

Hey!

This is a surprise.

Oh, yeah! Big surprise.

A Diet Pepsi.

Yeah!

So, you were really terrific.

- I mean, really...
- Thanks.

...very, how do I say,
you know, very, uh...

Sexy?

- Exactly.
- That is the desired effect.

Uh, Miss, that was wonderful!
Just wonderful!

- Really, really wonderful!
- Thank you very much.

- Really, really wonderful.
- Thanks a lot. Thanks a lot.

Fans!

What's the matter, Charlie?

Nothin'.

No, I was just, you know...

- This situation, I think, maybe is...
- Situation?

Yeah, well, I didn't expect this kind of thing,
you know, I mean, uh... That's all.

I mean, you told me you was
in a musical of some sort.

- Yeah.
- I thought you was doin' a Broadway show.

You know, when you told me the governor's
daughter, whatever you were playing.

And I come here and see this, it's a...

Not that there's anything wrong with this.
I'm not saying that.

Wait a second, Charlie.
I work hard here.

You know, I dance.
I get well paid for it.

I don't fuck anybody.

Whoa! Whoa! Hey, damn!
I didn't say that. Now, please.

No, Charlie,
you're sitting there judging me.

Oh, come on, Gail, I'm not judgin' you.
Please, don't say that.

I mean, I don't judge you,
you know, Charlie?

What do you do
that's so wonderful, huh?

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.

I'm... I'm... My fault.

I apologize.

OK.

- I better go now.
- Where you going?

- I'm gonna go home.
- When am I gonna see you again?

Well, why don't you surprise me
another time?

- Like... Like when?
- I can't tell you that.

Why not?

'Cause then it wouldn't be a surprise,
now, would it?

- You know I want to feel your ass.

- You already know my ass.

- Come with me.

What the fuck are you lookin' at me for?

- Benny!
- How ya doin'?

- Benny! Benny Blanco from the Bronx!
- Hey, Fat Man.

The fattest man.

- Hey, where's my money?
- What money?

My money, man! You play pussy,
you gonna get fucked! Where's my money?

- Are you kidding?
- Yeah.

- Where's Steffie?
- Steffie?

- Get me Steffie, man. I'm lonely.
- Rudy!

- ¡Si, digame!
- ¿Dónde esta Steffie?

- La vi por ahi.
- Vete a buscarla. ¡Ya! ¡Ya!

- Muy bien!

¡Madre de Dios!

After that, she got six fucking kids, man.

Mr. Brigante,
there is a problem with Mr. Kleinfeld.

- What kind of problem?
- He's in the bathroom fucking Steffie.

So what's the problem? Good for him.

- But she belongs to Benny Blanco now.
- Who?

Benny Blanco. You remember Benny Blanco
from the Bronx?

- That little piece of shit from the other day.
- No, not that guy. Fuck him.

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

- Where is he?
- Over there.

Fuck him! Don't worry about Benny Blanco.
Go ahead, Rudy. It's OK.

You know, what do I do
when they tell me that?

Mira, ¿qué esta haciendo Steffie alla?

- You gotta learn to live with it.
- Carlito!

Where've you been hiding
this man, huh?

This is one sexy man.
He's an animal. You know that?

Faster than a speeding bullet.

Digale que le mando una botella
de champaigne y que me traiga Steffie aqui.

Yeah, but he got himself a Mercedes
and a yacht, all of that.

Carlito, Mr. Benny Blanco says
it's gonna be OK.

He said 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.

Steffie's with Dave now.

But Benny said...

Fuck Benny!

- Carlito, this is from Benny Blanco.
- Send it back!

¡Vete, vete¡

Charlie, please,
you can't do this.

- Benny Blanco spends a lot of money here.
- Oh, 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.

Because this guy is you,
twenty years ago.

Never me. Never me.

Mr. Brigante, this is the second time
you turned me down for a drink.

- You don't like my champagne?
- It could be.

I don't know, maybe there's
a mis-fucking-understanding here.

- Maybe you don't remember me, my name...
- Maybe I don't give a shit.

Maybe I don't remember the last time
I blew my nose either.

Who the fuck are you,
I should remember you?

What, you think you're like me?

You ain't like me, motherfucker.
You're a punk.

I've been with made people,
connected people.

Who you been with?

Chain-snatchin', jive-ass,
maricon motherfuckers.

Why don't you get lost?
Go ahead, snatch a purse.

Come on, take a fuckin' walk.

I think the only problem here is
that Steffie doesn't know where she belongs.

Come on, Steffie, let's go.

Steffie belongs here.
That's where she belongs.

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

I'll blow your fucking head off.

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

Put that fuckin' gun away!

- How does it feel?
- Go! Go! Go!

How does it feel? Huh?

Get your fuckin' hands
off me, man!

What the fuck is this?

Dave!

Watch the floor!

We've got
a mis-fucking-communication here, man!

Hold it! Hold it! Stop him here.
Stop him here.

OK, Benny Blanco from the Bronx.

The chick Steffie belongs to the club.

Now, if I ever...
I mean, if I ever see you here again,

you die, just like that.

You're over, man.

You're fuckin' in the history books,
that's where you are, man,

so you might as well fucking kill me now,

‘cause if I ever see you again,
I swear to God I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Get him out.
Take him out the back.

Oye Benny, ¿qué paso?

Take him in the alley.

Dumb move, man.
Dumb move.

But it's like them old reflexes
comin' back.

I know what's supposed to happen now.

Benny's gotta go down.

And if I don't do it, they're gonna say,

"Carlito, he's flaky, man.
Slacked-out."

"A used-to-be bad guy.
Joint got to Carlito."

The street is watching.
She is watching all the time.

Hold it, hold it!

- Shit, man! Fuck you!
- Carlito, Carlito, let's fuck him up, man.

Let's put him in the trunk of the car
and drive him off the pier.

Fuck you, man.

Come on, papi, it ain't that far.
Down the block, man.

Come on, it'd be like the old days, papi.
Be fun. Be fun.

- Let him go.
- What?

Let him go.
Get him out of here.

Any other time, that punk would die,
but I can't do that shit no more.

Don't want to burn nobody,
even when I know I should.

That ain't me now.

All I want is to get my seventy-five grand
and get out.

Just do it!

Tell me he's in a coffin.

Tell me he's in a fuckin' coffin.
What happened?

Somethin' happened
that shouldn't have happened.

- Give me your piece, Dave.
- What?

Give me the fuckin' gun.
Since when are you a tough guy?

Get yourself killed.

I can take care of myself.

You think I'm some law school schmuck,
I never saw a bad guy before?

Dave, you are gonna wave that thing
at the wrong guy,

he's gonna take it from you
and bury it up your ass, guaranteed.

Now give me the gun. Come on.

I know you love me, kid,
but you gotta lighten up.

Listen...

...I'm throwin' a big party
out at my summer house Saturday.

I want you to come.
Something I wanna talk to you about.

Why can't you talk to me about it here?

I'll tell you Saturday.
I need visual aids.

- How ya doin'?
- Whoa!

Steffie...

Steffie, what the hell's the matter with you,
pushing this guy in the pool,

your fucking friends
knocking down my rented tables?

What the hell are you doing?

What you doing out here by yourself,
Carlito?

Huh?

Sittin'.

You know,
you sure are weird, baby.

How come you never try
to fuck me, huh?

You got into a big beef for me,
and you ain't never laid a glove on me.

- Well, you're Dave's girl now.
- He can't fuck me, all the coke he's doin'.

What are you two talking about?

- Fucking.
- Ah, well, speaking of fucking, Stef,

look at those fucking friends of yours
over there, they're a fucking embarrassment.

- Now, go do something. Be a hostess.
- Fuck you, asshole!

Yeah, fuck me.

Hey, Louie!

Louie, your fuckin' chick's giving you
a hand-job right in front of everybody!

I got guests here, for Christ's sake!
People are eating!

- Take it easy, Dave!
- You take it easy! You got any manners?

You wanna fuck her,
fuck her like a normal human being!

Take her to the bedroom!

People, huh?

OK, Dave, what's up?

I need you to do something for me.

OK, what is it?

You gotta help me spring Tony Taglialucci
from the prison barge at Riker's.

Are you crazy?

He thinks I stole
a million dollars from him.

This is a dying man.

He's nuts.
He's totally fucking paranoid.

Dave...

Do you realize
what you just said to me?

If I don't do it,
he's gonna have me killed.

It's that simple.

So that means

- you're gonna have to bust into prison?
- No! No, no.

What do you think, I'm crazy?

No.
He's gonna swim off the island.

- Gonna swim?
- Yeah.

He's gonna drown.

Not if you and I pick him up...

...in that.

You see, Tony's got a guy on the inside
who'll get him in the water.

I've been cruising
this channel for years.

I know these channels
like the back of my hand.

We cross Little Neck Bay
into the north corner to pick him up.

There's a buoy about 100 yards offshore.
That's where he's gonna be.

- This is in and out, half-hour tops.
- OK, OK.

He's gonna jump off a barge,

swim 100 yards...

...to a buoy in the East River?

Impossible. It's too rough.
He's going to die.

Well, that's his fucking problem.
Listen, there's no point in arguing about this.

I have to do this.
I'm asking for your help.

Dave...

You're a lawyer, man.

What the fuck is happenin' to you?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I'm so fucking shook up,
I cannot see straight.

I'm in an impossible
fucking situation here.

Once I get Tony on the shore...

...there is a distinct possibility
that he and his goombah son

have got some plans for me.

What do you mean "plans"?
What kind of plans?

- What kind of plans?
- How do I know he's not gonna kill me?

This guy hates my guts.

I'm in trouble.
I mean, I am in fuckin' trouble here.

You are the only fucking person
on earth...

...that I can trust.

And I'll give you $50,000 to go along.

Dave...

If I go along, it ain't for the money.

Are you in?

- When is this thing...
- I don't know! His son's gonna call me.

Are you in?

Yeah, I'm in. Alright.
I'm in. OK.

Thank you. Thank you.

Surprise.

I was asleep.

Oh...

Well, uh... can I come in?

I bought you some cheesecake.

I don't like cheesecake.

You wouldn't have buzzed me up, Gail,
if you wasn't gonna let me in.

I'm saying no, Charlie.

What can I do?

What are you gonna do?

Hmm?

Are you gonna...

...bust the chain?

Ooh.

Chase me around the apartment?

Get me naked?

Take me on the floor?

I... I'm too old for that.

Ah, that's too bad.

If you can't get in...

...you don't get in.

- Charlie!

- Where's my cheesecake?

Can I ask you a personal question?

Anything.

Did you ever kill anybody, Charlie?

- Hmm!
- I'm sorry. You know...

Well, you know, it's just like, uh...
not a simple question, you know.

I mean, I just can't answer it like...

- That's alright, you don't have to...
- There it is.

You don't have to answer.

When I was a kid in East Harlem...

...uh, the wops said...

...no spics could go east of Park Avenue.
Right?

Spooks said
no 'Ricans west of Fifth Avenue.

Now, that don't leave you
much room to maneuver, does it?

Say you want to go to Central Park,
play with the ducks. You're shit out of luck.

So what do you do? You go anyway.

I'm up on 106th Street,
Central Park, near the lake.

I get caught by these Copiens. Right?
They surround me, you know?

So, I get my blood up,
pull out my blade.

I say, "Come on!
I'll take any one of you mothers!"

They say, "No, man.
We're gonna kill your ass."

Out comes the zip gun.

Homemade gun.

You pull the hook back,
catch that bullet square, ping.

Hit you in the head, man,
you got serious problems.

Now, that was
the last chase on me like that

because from then on
I carried my own piece.

Guys went down, yeah,

but it ain't like, you know,
you just... decide one day, and then that's it.

No.

You just do what you gotta do to survive.

Somehow, you know,
you just end up where you are.

So, everybody ends up where they are.

Everybody.

Only I'm gettin' out.

I'm gonna rent cars.

Mm-hmm. What are you laughing at?

Everybody laughs at that.
That's a dream, man.

I know, I'm sorry.

Didn't you ever have a dream?

- Hm?
- Of course I did.

I mean, The Diamond Room isn't exactly
the end of my rainbow, you know.

It's just...

I don't know.

What?

Just sometimes I hear myself talk,
you know...

...about new agents and auditions,
and I'm trying to be so optimistic.

Then I think...

..."Why should I be so optimistic?"

Yeah, I had a dream, Charlie...

...but now I'm awake.

And I hate my dream.

Maybe it's time I started thinking
about doing something else.

Maybe someplace else, too.

Seems like every day
I'm finding something new I like about Gail.

I keep workin' my points
about us gettin' out of New York

going to live in the Bahamas together,
permanent.

She ain't sayin' much, but...

...I can tell the idea is growin' on her.

Money's comin' in steady now.
It won't be much longer till I got what I need.

This dream of mine,

it's so close I can touch it.

- Hey, where you going? Wait, no, no, no...
- I'm tired.

- I'm an old man. I need a rockin' chair.
- Come on! Come on! Please!

OK, let me watch you. Go ahead.
I love to watch you. Go ahead.

There it is. OK!

Yes!

Oh, I'm sorry!

- Oh, look at that!

So, here's a bunch of us
at the Copa.

Everybody dancin',
drinkin' Dom Pérignon.

Everything paid for by Kleinfeld.

Won't even let you
put your hand in your pocket.

Always sneakin' off, payin' the waiter.

But he has that bad drinker face,
you know?

His eyes are gettin' beadier
and beadier these days.

Should have seen it coming.

Don't stop. Please don't stop.
Look at that move.

- Yeah!

- Look...

Oh, come on...

You're gonna let this fuckin' goombah
paw your woman like that?

Hey, they're just dancing.

Don't you appreciate that,
the movement, the rhythm?

What I don't appreciate,
he's got his fucking hands all over her ass.

He don't have his hands
over her ass.

I believe those are her hips.

Look at the shithead.

These fucking wise guys
think they're so hard-assed.

I am so sick of hoods like that...

...coming into my office, my office,

thinkin' they can push me around.

Well, I think you should tell him
what you think.

Why would you ever
hold somethin' like that inside?

I mean, why not get something like that
off your chest?

- It's a terrible thing to carry around.
- I will.

- I think you should.
- I will.

Oh, yeah.
Go ahead, look.

See how interested he's gonna be
in your comments.

Hey!

- Hey! Hey!
- What are you doin'?

- Are you out of your fucking mind?
- Hey, you!

- What's that?
- Yeah, you! You wop!

- Me?
- You, spaghetti-dick.

- Wait. OK, OK.
- Who are you talking to?

- I'm talking to you. Yeah, you.
- You're talkin' to me?

- Just ignore him.
- What'd he say?

He's drunk. He's drunk.

Sit down! Sit down!

- No problem! No problem!
- I'm sorry.

- Who does he think he is?
- No problem.

Hey, come on. Let's have a drink. Come on.
Come on, everybody.

- Can you believe this loser?
- Let's go back to the table.

- People have no sense of humor.
- Alright, Charlie, let's go.

Oh, no, come on, I was just fooling around.
Come on, I'd never let anything happen.

Carlito and me, we take care of each other.
He knows. Right, kid?

Come on. Come on.

You're a beautiful woman.
Beautiful woman.

Carlito... Carlito?
You don't get seasick on boats, do you?

- No, I don't.
- Good.

Just asking 'cause of our little boat trip
tomorrow night.

Just drop it, Dave.

Alright. Just tryin' to cover all the bases.
It's comin' up, you know.

Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick.

You two going somewhere?

- No big deal, just a little boat ride.
- Let it go, Dave.

Why don't you just let it go?
It's dull what you're doin'.

- What's the problem?
- It's just fuckin' dull.

- I'm just askin' a simple question.
- No, you're not.

- What's the matter?
- You're actin' like a fucking asshole.

If a guy's goin' on a boat, you wanna know
if he gets seasick. This could be important.

What boat?

What boat are you talking about?

What boat, Charlie?

OK.

Gail!

If you ever talk that shit again in front of her,
I'm gonna kill you.

What's the matter with him?

I don't like him.

- I didn't like him the minute I met him.
- You're just not listenin' to me.

Alright.

So, what is this boat thing?

What is that asshole manipulating you into?
Tell me.

Just helpin' him out with something,
that's all.

- I owe him.
- You owe him?

He's a fucking coke head, Charlie!

I can't believe you hang around
with that guy.

He's sick.

He's gonna get you killed
or sent back to prison.

He saved my life, Gail!

So, now you have to pay him with it?

Jesus Christ, Charlie,

you give me this whole song and dance
about how you're out of that shit...

...but you're not.

Song and dance? What does that mean,
"song and dance"?

You're not.

Where'd you get that? From what?

- Why did you drag me into this?
- Drag you into what?

Why did you make me believe all the crap
about Bahamas and paradise?

I feel ridiculous!

'Cause you haven't changed!

You haven't changed a bit!

What the fuck are you tryin' to tell me?

That my gettin' out is just some bullshit
fantasy trip I'm layin' on you?

Is that what you're sayin'?
How could you say that, Gail?

How can you say that
when you know how close I am?

How could you say those words to me?

I gotta do this, just this one thing,
and then I'm out.

- I owe Dave.
- You don't owe him shit!

You think you do, Charlie.
That's the problem with you.

That's why nobody like you gets out,
no matter what they say.

You're not listening to me, Gail.

Because everything you learned
in the neighborhood, every instinct you got

won't do anything but get you killed!

What the fuck are you talking about?

How do you know what I learned
in my neighborhood?

This is stupid what you're saying.

I know how this dream ends, Charlie.

It isn't in paradise.

It ends with me carrying you
into Sutton Emergency Room

at three o'clock in the morning.

And standing there...

...crying like an idiot...

...while your shoes fill with blood
and you die.

- Gail, you won't listen to me...
- 'Cause you're bullshitting me!

- All your talk is bullshit!
- You're not listening to me!

Charlie!

Dave is my friend, Gail.

I owe him.

That's...

...who I am.

That's what I am, right or wrong.

I can't change that!

Charlie...

Whatever he wants you to do...

...don't do it.

For me, please, Charlie, don't do it.

Please.

- Gail...
- Just don't do it.

That's the last time
I wipe up your blood!

Came the big night,
and right away I didn't like it.

Kleinfeld was coked out of his mind,

the flaps of his nose all red and swollen.

Bad start, Jack.

What's with the extra guy?

Carlito, this is one of Tony's sons,
Frankie.

- No, it's Frank.
- Whatever.

- What is with the extra guy?
- Excuse me, is this your boat?

Then shut the fuck up.
I thought I needed help, I brought help.

OK, we're gonna take the La Guardia side
through the Sound.

Frankie, you take the wheel
when we pick up Tony.

Carlito, you help me fish him out.
Cast her off.

- It's Frank.
- Whatever. Cast her off.

- What's that?
- Untie the fuckin' rope, you spic! Come on!

This guy a friend of yours?

Yeah, he's a friend of mine.

He's a fucking cockroach.

Alright, take it easy.
Take it easy.

Oh, I see the buoy.

You see it? Where?

Slow, slow, slow.
I can't see a fuckin' thing.

It's right there.

Did you hear what I just said to you?
What are you doing?

Would you slow down?
You're gonna fucking run him over.

- I'm gonna pass him, Dave.
- Hey, slow down!

Where you goin'? Hey!

You just fucking passed him!
Man! You idiot!

Frankie boy, hold on.
You come up on the fly deck with me.

We can't back it up from down here.
Come on!

Up here! Come on!

Come on, follow me. This way.
Come on!

Help!

Over here! Come back!

Get out of the fuckin' way!
I can't see a goddamn thing.

Over here! Hey!

You missed me! Over here!

Hey!

Help!

OK...

You see that...
You see that light right there?

- Uh-huh.
- You see?

- Yeah, the light.
- OK.

Just keep the bow pointed
straight at that fucking light.

- OK? Can you manage that?
- I got the light.

OK.

Hey! Here! Here!

- Come on.
- Over here.

Help!

OK, got him! Stop it!

I got him! Stop it!

- Hurry up!
- OK, come on.

Help me!

- You got him?
- I got him here.

Take the wheel. We're starting to turn.
I got him. I got him.

Tony, grab a rail!

Help me! Help me!

Help me! Help me!

Now... you tell me how it feels

with the fuckin' eels and the fuckin' crabs

comin' out of your fuckin' eyes!

What the fuck you doin'?

No!

- Now, drown, you guinea bastard!
- Get the fuck off!

- Oh, no!
- Help me get Frankie.

You killed us, Dave.
You killed us.

Oh, God.

Come on, Frankie.
Oh, excuse me.

Frank! Uh, your daddy's waitin' for ya,
Frank.

Come on!

Well, take an end, for Christ's sake.
We're fallin' out of position.

OK, Frank, we're gonna stand you up
and say good night.

Get him on the other side.

One, two, three!

There's a line you cross
you don't never come back from.

Point of no return.

Dave crossed it.

I'm here with him.

That means I'm goin' along for the ride,
the whole ride,

all the way to the end of the line,
wherever that is.

I had to do it.
He never would've let me live.

I know, you're pissed.
Look, I'm gonna throw in another ten grand.

I'm gonna send over the whole sixty
in cash tomorrow. Alright?

I got this whole thing figured out.

It's gonna look like the kid tried to spring
the old man, the boat flipped, they drowned.

Maybe they got their heads split
by a scow or barge just for good measure.

Come on. Carlito, this is never
gonna come back to us. Trust me.

- You ripped him off, didn't you?
- Who?

Tony T. You did take
the million dollars, didn't you?

Yeah.

You ain't a lawyer no more, Dave.
You're a gangster now.

You're on the other side.

Whole new ball game.

You can't learn about it in school,

and you can't have a late start.

Don't worry about me.

One more thing.

We're even.

- Let's get a drink.
- Say it!

We're even.

We're even.

We ain't never
gonna sell these tickets...

...whackin' a boss and his kid.

These Italians,
I work with 'em, I know 'em.

They will read this one
with their eyes closed.

I gotta keep moving.

Most people will.

You get old enough,

you remember a reason
why everybody wants to whack you.

You believe 'em all...

... but you know
somebody's gotta be lyin'.

Or maybe they're all lyin'...

When you can't see the angles no more,
you're in trouble, baby.

You're in trouble.

Yeah?

There's a Patrolman Williams on the line.

Put him on. Hello?

- Mr. Kleinfeld?
- Yeah?

This is Patrolman Williams.
We're down here at your garage.

Your license plate is DK777.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Is there a problem?

Somebody tried to steal your Mercedes.
There was an accident.

- There was an accident?
- Yeah.

- Is it badly damaged?
- I'm afraid so.

Oh, for crying out...!
I'll be right down.

I'll be ten minutes. Come on.

Mr. Taglialucci says to hold that for him!

Gail!

Wait up.

I can't talk, Charlie.
I have an appointment.

Listen,
you were right about Kleinfeld.

You were right, he's a bad guy.
Me and him are finished.

- I can't talk, Charlie. I'll call you, OK?
- Slow down, slow down.

What is it?

- Am I on the outs with you? Is that it?
- Yeah.

Gail, that's just crazy.
What's wrong with you?

I don't know, I have a lot on my mind.
Can we please talk later?

I just wanted you to know
you were right about Kleinfeld.

- I'm sorry about... I'm sorry if you're upset.
- Charlie, I gotta go.

- I've got a doctor's appointment.
- What's the matter? You sick?

No, I'm late.

- We'll take a cab. Come on, what's wrong?
- No, Charlie, I'm late! I'm late!

- You mean you...
- Not for long, OK?

Oh, gee... What does that mean?
Come on, Gail.

I'm not gonna have a kid
who's not gonna have a father.

Gail, we gotta talk about this.

- Hey!
- Mr. Brigante!

- Mr. Brigante, my name is Duncan.
- Oh, my God.

I'm here to escort you to Mr. Norwalk
in the District Attorney's office.

Well, well... I got nothin' to say to him
unless I'm under arrest.

I've been instructed to inform you

Mr. Norwalk has a tape recording
he'd like to play for you.

Hey!

Unless I'm under arrest, I ain't goin' anywhere,
especially without my lawyer.

Mr. Kleinfeld took a knife in the chest
at two o'clock this afternoon, Mr. Brigante.

I advise you to come with us.

We may be the only friends you've got.

I'm going, too, Charlie.

Kleinfeld's lucky to be alive.

We're holding him at East Side Hospital.

We want his ass healthy
when we send it upstate.

You're sendin' him upstate?

What for?

David Kleinfeld became a very big fish
while you were gone, Brigante.

Even bigger than you.

He's dirty - money laundering,
jury tampering, bribery.

We've been after him
for some time now.

Well, I don't know nothin' about that, so...

There's a lot you don't know.

Bill, you got no case here.
You know it and I know it.

Chances are
you won't even get an indictment.

Wanna try your luck?

Look, let's not both waste our time.
You said maybe I could help myself.

- You're not taping this, are you?
- Dave, give me a little credit.

Alright. I thought of something
you might want.

You get off me, I'll help you
put Carlito Brigante back inside.

Brigante? For what?

After he got out of prison,
he started coming up to my office

and making a lot of telephone calls.
I got suspicious.

I found out he was back with Rolando Rivas,
his old partner, dealin' coke.

And I'm talkin' serious numbers.

Would you testify to that?

Absolutely.

We don't believe him.

Word on the street is you've been clean
since you came out of prison.

Kleinfeld's the one we're after.

He was right.

I'd never get an indictment
with what I had.

But now, with your help,

we can put this filth away
for a long time.

Hermano...

We know about Tony T.

Who's Tony T.?

Yeah, right.

His body popped up
in the East River yesterday,

and his kid Frankie's.

Somebody was trying
to bust Tony out of prison.

I don't know these people you mentioned.
I don't know them.

Tony T. had another son
besides Frankie, Vincent.

Seems Vincent went crazy
after those bodies popped up.

Let it out all over the street
that Kleinfeld set up that prison break,

then killed his father and his brother.

We aren't saying
you were on that boat, too.

But knowing your relationship with Kleinfeld,
that's certainly a good possibility,

don't you think, hermano?

I don't like boats.

Alright, here's the deal.

If you were on that boat,
and I know goddamn well you were...

...testify against Kleinfeld
for first-degree murder.

You'll receive complete immunity
and a couple of airline tickets to the Bahamas.

You wanna get even with Kleinfeld?
Here it is on a silver platter.

Look, gentlemen,
I would love to help you,

but I can't because I don't know
what you're talking about.

I don't know these people,
and I don't know what you're sayin', so...

Let me tell you somethin',
Mr. Convicted Dope Peddler,

if we can guess you were on that boat,

how long you think it'll be
before the Italians figure it out?

What if they get to Kleinfeld again,
twist his arm?

You think your friend won't talk?
You think he won't give you up? Think again!

Come on, Carlito,
you don't owe Kleinfeld nothing.

The shyster tried to set you up.

Bury you, Jack.

That it?

I wanna hear from you
by noon tomorrow.

You think you're gonna sail off
into the sunset, asshole?

Think again.

Charlie, you gotta do it.

I mean,
they're giving you no choice.

You want out, Gail, go ahead.

You can turn around,
walk away, never look back.

I would understand.

But I got a plan.
I got a way out of this.

Uh, pull over here, please.

What's going on, Charlie?

Just wait five minutes.

- Where are you going?
- Wait here five minutes.

OK...

What is that?

Tickets on an overnight train to Miami.

Nobody's gonna look for us on the train.

We hit Miami,
we catch a plane to Nassau.

What about the club?
What about your money?

Oh, fuck the club! I already got
almost seventy grand in a safe there.

My friend in the islands
can float us the rest.

Let's do it, Gail.

Let's get out of 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.

Oh, God, Charlie.

I know, it's not the way I planned it either,
but it is how it is.

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

and I'm goin' straight to Grand Central.

Train leaves at 11:30 for Miami.

You're gonna be there, Gail?

- You're gonna be there?
- I'll be there.

I love you. I love you.

- Just make sure you're there.
- I'll see you there.

Train leaves in five hours,
and I'm angling like crazy in my head.

I know Norwalk will blow over.

No way he comes out of the country for me
if he can't even 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.

Hey! Who are you?

- Kleinfeld is my lawyer.
- Alright. Hands on the wall.

Go ahead.

Relax, Dave.

It's your pal.

You scared the hell out of me.

Goddamn cop's not supposed
to let anybody in.

I mean, it's you, it's OK, but...

Cops ain't gonna protect you.

- The mob is looking for you.
- Yes.

- I know. Where the fuck have you been?
- What you got here?

- Where you been?
- How do you feel?

Well, I'm not feeling very well.
Where the fuck have you been?

I've been to Norwalk's office.

I heard the tape.

That pig.

Never give up your friends, Dave,
no matter what.

They doctor these things,
play 'em out of context.

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

Don't fuckin' do that! Fuck you!

What the fuck are you doing?

Would you fuckin' put that away?
It's loaded!

Fuck 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, it didn't. I did.

Did it get you acquitted four fucking times?
No, it didn't. I did.

So, fuck you, fuck 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, Dave.

You got a beautiful future.

Quittin' time.

- You're early.
- Yeah, a few minutes. Finish your paper?

- It's all yours.
- Thanks.

Be good.

Mr. Kleinfeld?

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

From who?

From my father...

and my brother.

Adios, Counselor.

Vaya, papi, ¿como estas?

¿Como estas, mami?

Pachanga!

Carlito, man, where the hell you been?
You know somebody tried to kill Kleinfeld?

Yeah, I heard about it.

Listen, me and Gail are goin' out of town
for a couple of 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.
- OK, OK, you got it.

I want you to wait with her there for me.
Wait till I get there.

Train leaves 11:30 sharp.
We can't miss this train, you understand?

You got me? OK, go ahead.
Go ahead now.

Carlito!

Hey, Brigante!

It's me, Pete Amadesso.

- Remember me?
- Pete! Hey! How ya doin'?

- Good.
- What are 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.

Come on, sit down.
Have a drink with us. Come on.

Sit down.

I said, "Shit, I ain't seen Carlito
in what, fifteen years?"

Fifteen?
Yeah, gotta be. Sure.

- Long time.
- Long fuckin' time.

- Sorry. Joe Battaglia.
- My pleasure.

- Good to see you, Joe.
- Sonny Manzanero.

- Sonny.
- How ya doin', buddy?

Carlito Brigante.

Me and Carlito pushed a little skag,
back in '57, '58.

Couple of fuckin' kids.

First time I saw this guy,
I thought he was Italian!

- Look at him! Look at that face.
- 'Shit!

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.

Cos 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,

"Hey, Tommy, Carlito ain't no fuckin' nigger.
Look at the way he dances!"

He dances like an Italian!

- You should see him do the tarantella!
- Hal!

Waiter, waiter, get over here.

- Hey, Rudy!
- Give us a drink.

Bring these guys the best champagne we got,
on the house, OK?

- Carlito, where you goin'? Stay with us.
- I'm a workin' man.

Let me do what I gotta do.
I'll be right back, OK?

OK, buddy.

- Motherfucker!

- Fuck!

Yo, Vinnie!

You seen the guy?

- Saso!

Hey!

- Where's my fuckin' money?
- Carlito, what you talking about?

- Where's my fucking money?
- I don't know. I don't know.

You heard Kleinfeld got whacked,
so you figured I was dead, too!

You thought you inherited
my fucking money, right?

- Right, motherfucker?
- I swear...

- Where's my money?
- I don't know.

- I'll cut your fuckin' liver out!
- OK! OK!

It's in the box, under the register.
I was gonna tell you.

Carlito! I want you to meet
a good friend of mine. Come on.

Vinnie Taglialucci. Carlito Brigante.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

You ever hear of Vinnie's father, Tony?
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?

What is this shit?

I told you to bring the best in the house,
you bring me this cheap shit?

Come on. Excuse me.

- Vinnie, slow down.
- Ain't seen him lately! The lyin' fuck!

I've seen him in the hospital, Pete!

Outside. We'll take him outside.
Now, come on, sit down.

Sit down.

Come on!

Relax, Vinnie, we'll get him.
Relax.

OK.

Where the hell is he?

- The little fuckin' spic bastard!
- Where you going, man?

- Nobody gets back here!
- Dammit, get the fuck out of here!

Shit!

Come on, Vinnie, he's gone.
Let's go. We'll get him outside. Come on!

There he is! Come on!

Come on, Pete!

What do you want me to do?

I can't do nothin'.

Get the fuck off!

Attention, ladies and gentlemen.
Final boarding on Track 17.

All reserved on the 11:20
Amtrak Merchant's Limited.

Train number 179
bound for Washington, D.C,

and serving Newark, Menlo Park, Trenton,
Philadelphia, Aberdeen and Baltimore.

All aboard!

- Shit!
- Get the fuck out...!

Pete, 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.

Hey!

There he is!

Hey, Vinnie!
Vinnie, wait up.

Vinnie!

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

Alright.

Attention, ladies and gentlemen.
Now boarding on Track 12

all reserved on the 11:45 Amtrak Senator,
train number 176.

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!

Come on! Come on!
He's not down here.

We lost him, Vinnie, we lost him.

We didn't fuckin' lose him, you fucking moron.
He's up top someplace. Come on, move.

Did you hear me? Move!

He's there!

I'll kill you!

Motherfucker!

Motherfucker! I'll kill ya!

Motherfucker!

You motherfucker!

Stop! Police!

Let's go! Carlito, man, the train's gonna leave!
Come on, man!

- Charlie! Charlie!
- Gail!

Come on!

- You made it!
- Gail!

Charlie!

That's him!

Police! Freeze!

It's OK.
It's gonna be OK.

Hey, remember me?

Benny Blanco from the Bronx?

No! No! Charlie!

Charlie. Oh, God.

Charlie! Shh...

Oh, Charlie...

No hard feelings, Carlito.
But I got to think about my future, too.

You know,
it best that way sometimes, papi.

- Come on, let's go.
- No, you stay here.

Shh, don't try to talk, Charlie.

We're gonna get you to a hospital.
You're gonna be OK.

Just hold on, baby. Just hold on.

Hold on, baby. Please, hold on.

Take this.

Ta... Take... Take it and get out, Gail.

Both of you. Get...

Both of you.

OK.

You'll be OK, Charlie.

Charlie...

Don't leave me, Charlie.
Not yet, Charlie.

No, don't leave me.
Don't leave me, Charlie.

Don't go, Charlie.

Charlie!

Gail...

- Gail...
- Charlie!

Please don't leave me.

Charlie!

Don't go.

No, Charlie!

You can't do this to me.

Oh, God!

Oh, God. Don't leave me.

Oh, God, don't leave me, Charlie.

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 Street.

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.