Carlito's Way Page #5

Let me have your cue.

Line 'em up.

- They even?

- They look even to me.

Come on, Quisqueya. What news?

Your boss is dead and so are you.

I'm reloaded!

Come on in here, motherfuckers!

Come on, I'm waitin' for ya!

You ain't comin' in?

I'm comin' out!

You're up against it now, motherfuckers!

I'm gonna blow your f***in' brains out!

You think you're big time?

You're gonna f***in' 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 sh*t business.

Adis, primo.

All right, what happened?

Ain't no more rackets out here...

...just a bunch of cowboys

ripping each other off.

I don't invite this sh*t. 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. It's a nice location.

Somebody ran it right,

it could do good business.

Great. I'll advance you $25,000.

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

Your own money? What money is that?

I ran into Rolando.

He owed me from an old thing, $25,000...

...so, that's the only way

I'm gonna do it, Dave.

You got it. Terrific.

So you'll call Saso,

tell him I'll see him tonight.

Done. I want to talk to you

about something. I need a little favor.

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

Somebody good.

Who's bothering you? I know 'em?

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 someone of my own later,

but I want someone right away.

There's Pachanga,

one of the old barrio crowd. He's good.

Great.

You okay?

I got a good feeling about this club.

I think we're gonna make

some real money.

I got a good feeling about it too...

...but as soon as I make my $75,000...

...I'm splittin'.

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 sh*t 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.

Okay, 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?

I don't know, maybe $50,000 or $60,000.

That means about $100,000.

Who you owe the money to?

You know, Charles, some of the boys.

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