A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints

Uh.

Dito.

Uh.

Oh, my goodness.

I can't believe

to hear your voice

on this machine.

It's your mother.

Dito, I called

your friend Nerf to call you.

He's a good kid.

Uh--

I don't know

what else to do.

Your father's sick.

He's real sick,

and he won't go

to the hospital.

You know how he is,

and I'm sorry.

I don't know

what else to do.

Your friend Nerf, uh,

he's a good kid, you know.

He said he'd pick you up

at the airport if you came.

I know that it's far.

I'm sorry.

I, uh--

I'm gonna hang up

now, Dito.

Okay.

I love you.

No matter what you do,

I love you.

Tonight we have the author

of a wonderful,

wonderful book.

A Guide to Recognizing

Your Saints.

Dito Montiel.

Thanks.

By the end

of all this, Giuseppe,

his brother Antonio

used to call him "Little Sister"

'cause he slept with Noxzema

on his face every night.

It never even made sense,

being everything else

about him was a mess.

Well, he loved

the face cream, you know?

Anyway, Giuseppe,

he's gonna be dead.

Yeah, I know.

It sucks.

There'll be another guy

you'll meet too,

same with him.

And then another little boy.

He's gonna die, too.

What a mess, huh?

And I don't even know why

I feel I gotta tell you this

up front but I do.

And don't worry, like,

I'm not giving away

any big ending, you know,

with this.

A whole lot of other shit's

gotta happen first.

But I just, uh,

I wanna remember

who these people are

and what they meant to me.

What they mean to me.

And they are real.

My name's Dito.

I'm gonna leave everybody

in this film.

I see Laurie's and Diane's

walkin' down 31st Street.

Hot pink leg warmers.

Red, white and blue

roach clip feathered earrings.

"The Song Remains the Same"

painted on the back

of their jackets.

And they wanna know,

"Yo, Dito, you Rock or Disco?"

What the f*ck?

You fuckin' idiot!

I see innocent Giuseppe's

walking down the streets

where Puerto Ricans

still listen to Journey.

Dito, what's up, man?

Really, It's true.

Puerto Ricans

listen to Journey.

Yo, Steve Perry's

the shit, bro!

Antonio!

When this place

isn't covered in violence,

That's where the fuckin' shit

from the toilet goes.

And even sometimes

when it is,

You're drinking it

like an idiot.

You taking a bath

and shit, man.

this place is heaven.

Get the f*ck off him!

Whoa, whoa.

Stop, stop, stop!

What's wrong with you?

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck is that?

Motherfucker sounds

like he's prayin' and shit.

Yes.

Praying and shit, huh?

Oh, ladies.

Uh, which one of you

wanna suck,

suck me off first?

You?

You?

You ain't got shit!

What about that?

It's cute.

I like it.

You got it.

Hey, clean this shit up, too.

Hey yo, check it out.

I wrote "Bruce Lee" up there.

Nerf, you climbed

all the way up there?

What are you,

a fuckin' stupid, man?

What the f*ck

is the matter with you?

Yo, that's fucked up.

Somebody wrote some shit

on your house, man.

Reaper, he's from Queensbridge.

They wrote Satan and shit

all over the church, too.

Hey, Dito.

It's so hot outside.

You got out, yet?

Tell him it's hot

because it's summer, you know.

Antonio, come in.

Look at you guys.

You're filthy.

You want juice?

Yeah, give me a juice.

Hey, look who's here.

Antonio, what's going on?

Are you fixin'--

What are you doing?

Could you keep it down

down there?

Hello!

Could you please--

Do you want me

to say somethin' to 'em?

No, it's okay.

No. It's alright.

Come on in.

Giuseppe, sit down.

Good to see you.

Antonio, where you been lately?

What do you mean?

I've been around.

I haven't seen you

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