Carlito's Way Page #2

who's gonna run the place straight, clean.

Me?

I owned clubs. I never ran 'em.

What's the big deal?

You step in, straighten things out...

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

- Please.

You've done enough already for me.

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.

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? 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.

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 $75,000 together.

You're gonna rent cars.

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 something.

Car rental guys don't get killed that much.

And where are you gonna get the $75,000?

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?

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