Carlito's Way: Rise To Power
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Sooner or later,a thug will tell his tale. We all want to go on record. So let's hear itfor all the hoods. The Jews out of Brownsville... the blacks on Lenox Avenue,the
Italiansfrom Mulberry Street... the Irish in Hell's Kitchen. Like that. Meanwhile, Puerto Ricansbeen
getting jammedsince the ' s... and ain't nobody said nothing. Well... I'm gonna lay it on youone time, for the record. My people. They hit New Yorkand filed
intothe roach stables... in Spanish Harlemand the South Bronx. They sat behindthe sewing machines.
Stood behind the steam tables. And marched behind the brooms. In other words,they busted their ass. How did I survive growing up?Hustling, thieving, break-ins. Anything for dollarsin them days. This here's the storyof East Harlem. Blacks on one side,Italians on the other... and Puerto Ricansstuck
right therein the middle. And any way you crossthe line... Could get your ass killed. For years... Italians, Puerto Ricans,and blacks... all in a three-sided war. No winnersbut the funeral parlors. And then one day the Italiansshowed up with the dope. That's what made the peace,the heroin business. I hit in the Elmira Pen,upstate New York. First whiff of country airfor this Puerto Rican.
There you are.
Hey.
Made you
a little sampler there.
We're having osso buco,
escarole and beans...
and rigatoni with lobster
sauce. Take your pick.
Oh, it's better than
my wife makes.
Get divorced, maybe you can
marry Rocco. I just may do that.
I'll make you a plate,
what do you want? Whole nine yards.
Now, this is historical. A Puerto Rican,a brother, an Italian... all bunking togetherin the joint.
In your head, keep the number
in your fuckin' head, Clyde.
There you go, baby.
Earl was the brains. One of the top numbers guysin Harlem. Inside or out, nothing everwent down
withoutdiscussing it with Earl. Rocco had all the connections. He was mobbed upwith the Pleasant Avenue crew.
I'm doin' the best
I can, Rocco, but...
Rocco didn't talklike no wiseguy. He spoke nice and soft. Dignified.
I gotta go all the way to New
York City to buy you tomatoes?
I'd appreciate it
if you would.
We're all getting out of here
soon, Carlito. I miss it already.
Time to stop
all your bullshit.
What bullshit?
Rippin' off cars, sellin'
reefer. Time to get your act together.
The last time I checked,
we was all doing time.
Me and Rocco,
we businessmen. You?
Small-time street hood, baby.
Want to start making
some real money, Charlie?
Like, who don't?
Heroin's taken over.
My people, they have
a very dependable supply line.
But the Italians, see...
they ain't going to th
Street to deal with the brothers...
and they ain't going west
to deal with the Puerto Ricans.
They need distributors
in those neighborhoods.
Guys with heart.
Guys with brains.
Standup motherfuckers.
You can be a part of this,
Charlie...
or you can keep hustling
quarters the rest of your life.
Think about it.
And that's how three cats fromdifferent alleys got together. Me, Earl, and Rocco. We hit Harlemlike Frazier hit Ali.
Artie's really looking forward
to meeting you guys.
Artie.
I'd like to introduce you to my
friends. This is Carlito, this is Earl.
Artie, these are the guys
I was telling you about...
I gotta meet people
when I'm dining out, huh?
A fucking Puerto Rican...
and a nigger?
Come on. Get 'em out of here.
You got something wrong with
your ears? Take a fucking walk.
Gentlemen.
Charlie.
I say we go jam steak knives
up their noses.
No, no. It's Rocco's boss.
It went good.
He likes you guys.
He's giving us
kilos on consignment.
We're in business.
We got one rule: People get
used to this kind of quality.
Don't go waving your magic
wand turning keys into ...
stepping all over our shit
with baby laxative.
You dig it?
Me and my pop,
we got a rule, too:
Any of you guys fuck up,
you're all dead.
Big Jeff and Little Jeff... was the two most feared copsin all of Harlem.
Hey, where is
everybody going?
See the Jeff squad coming... Leave the cash,leave the clothes... leave the city.
Come on, get up.
Get over there.
You know this scumbag?
No, sir.
This your jacket?
No.
What're you doing hanging out in
front of this building? You live here?
What's your wallet doing in the
pocket if it ain't your jacket?
Angel Rodriguez,
East th.
This piece of shit threw a -year-old
lady in front of the Train.
We come back here tomorrow,
you better know where he is...
or you gonna get tossed
in front of the Train.
Rule one:
Touch the dope...
get buried in a hole.
Guys who get high are gonna
get sloppy, gonna get popped...
gonna start scratching
and talking.
Rule two:
Nobody settles their own beef.
You bring it to me
or Carlito.
We'll tell you
what's what.
Rule three: You gonna make a pickup or a
drop with somebody you don't know...
they gotta have
the other half of the bill.
Same serial
number. Or nothing goes down.
It's a long line
for haircuts today.
Any of you
seen this scumbag?
What'd he do?
Snatched a bag
off somebody's grandmother...
and tossed her in front
of a subway train.
That's Junior.
You can catch him
at the Edmonds Hotel on th.
He's got a girl
over there.
Thanks, fellas.
Don't mention it.
How long you been out,
Carlito? Couple of months.
Looks like you trying
real hard to keep it that way.
You know it.
Hollywood Nickyowned West Harlem. It belonged to him outright. Everything from Lenox Avenueto the Hudson River. Nicky got the name"Hollywood"... 'cause you could alwaysfind him
at the fights,movie premieres... Broadway shows. Had more broads chasing himthan the Beatles. Lived on the entire floorof a Park Avenue hotel.
How the fuck could you be
eating again? I got hungry again.
This is the third time.
I got low blood sugar. Doctor says I'm
supposed to eat a lot of small meals.
Motherfucker, you ain't had
a small meal in your life.
It's : in the morning,
you already on fucking dinner.
No wonder my car smells
like a garbage pail.
And I keep finding your shit
up underneath my seats.
I don't put nothing
under the seats.
What do you call this?
A gum wrapper?
You making me carsick
and we ain't even moving.
Nigger, it's the biggest fight
of the year.
If you want me to, I'll fly through
Chicago and I'll pick you up.
Hollywood Airlines, baby.
Nicky says...
as far as he's concerned,
we stay east of Lenox...
ain't gonna be no problems.
Earl did the smart thing. 'Cause you don't never wantno beef with Hollywood Nicky. Before he went all Hollywood,they
used to call himNicky X-ray. See right through brick walls,round corners.
I know you been playing games.
Little pinch for your head
out of my parcel...
couple of dollars
now and then.
Get the fuck out of here.
Young blood...
you fooling with me, you
fooling with Nicky, you dig?
Fuck you
and fuck Nicky.
I don't take nothing.
Mind your business.
Okay, partner,
you have a good day.
You work for somebody,work for somebody... work for Nicky... take a little extrafor yourself
and you thinkNicky won't find out?You wasn't thinking.
Get the fuck out of my way,
grandma.
Like I told you, I'm gonna
be running this spot in a few years.
So why don't you
finish that drink...
So we go on back to my place?
Do you know what this is?
Do you know what this is?
Chump change.
But it belongs to me.
I don't care
if it's $ million.
I don't care if it's $ .
I don't care if it's $ !
When you take something
that's mine...
you spit in my face.
And it hurts me.
What's the first rule in life?
What's the first rule in life,
above all others?
What is the first commandment
the Lord God gave us?
Don't mess with Hoppy.
Just don't mess with him.
May I please have
a cream soda?
Don't mess with Hoppy. You got that right. Dope. The great equalizer. Puts millionaire stockbrokersand
welfare mothers front rowin the gutter. We didn't createall these tecatos.
I never put a needlein nobody's arm. Heroin already unpackedand moved
in, Jack,long before I showed up. Me, Rocco, and Earl. We was the new musketeers. Every night, different joint,different women... different scene.
You gonna call me a liar?
I didn't call you a liar, sir.
I simply reminded you that
I pointed the stain out...
on the lady's coat when you came
and checked it. Man, you showed me shit.
Right, I want a new coat.
It was my birthday present.
Excuse me.
Do you mind?
Feels like old paint. You might just
want to trim a little of the fur off.
What are you, a dry cleaner?
Get the fuck out of my face.
Look, I want to talk
to the manager.
All right, good. You talk to the
manager. Victor, can you please get Felix?
You paying for this coat.
Can you read English?
Read the sign. It says, "Not
responsible for personal property. "
So no one's paying
for your coat.
Listen,
this coat right here...
cost more than you gonna make in your whole
fucking life, you dumb puta cunt.
I'm Carlito Brigante.
You ever heard of me?
Then you know I ain't
no fucking dry cleaner.
Now, you can leave like you came in.
Or you can go in the trunk of my car.
All up to you. Comprende?
Yeah.
Don't forget
to leave a tip.
Fucker.
Thank you. Good night.
Have a good night.
What's your name?
Leticia.
I'm Carlito.
Hi.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
No, no, Sorry about that.
Thank you for your help.
No, please. He tipped enough
for all of you. Please.
Really.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Good night.
Good night.
What a man, right?
Qué hombre, Carlito!
You like that?
Hey, hey, hey.
You want us to take
Skinny Minnie home...
so you can go get with
the coat-check girl?
You can trust me, man. Tell me.
It's okay, I'll do it.
She's looking fine tonight.
Well, hello there.
I was in the neighborhood,
I figured I'd drop by...
and make sure the coat got
to you all right.
It did.
And let me tell you, it was the most
beautiful coat I have ever seen in my life.
And I seen a lot of coats.
Now make sure
that you don't lose this...
because you're gonna need it
to get your coat back.
Hey, Leticia, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to offend you.
Offend me? Don't be silly.
You checked a coat.
I'm a coat-check girl.
It was a gift, all right?
Let me just give you a ride
home. I like to take the train.
No, tonight you getting
a ride. No, thank you.
Why not?
Look, Carlito, we're
different kinds of people, okay?
What do you mean?
I mean, you can't just
buy somebody with a leopard coat.
All right? We don't even
know each other.
Come on, it's cold out here.
Let me just give you a ride home.
I said no.
So, what do you do, Carlito? Besides buy coats
for people that you don't even know.
I'm a booker.
A bookie?
No, booker.
I book musicians. You know, guys
like Tito Puente, Ray Barretto...
Machito. Everybody.
All over the country.
I'm a solid citizen, Leticia.
So you gonna go to dinner
with me on your next night off?
No.
I'm taking you to this fantastic
joint. They got the best steaks.
Oysters like this, great desserts.
You're gonna love it.
What part of the word "no"
do you not understand?
Right here is fine.
Is this where you live?
No. I'm back down the block.
But I'm gonna get out here.
I live with my family.
They don't need to see me...
get out of
a strange man's car.
Nobody gonna be awake
right now. Carlito, please.
I'm only letting you out here
if you have dinner with me.
Otherwise I'm coming into the
house. I'm gonna wake everybody up...
introduce myself,
maybe make some coffee.
I'm off Thursday.
I'll meet you
at this restaurant of yours.
But it's all the way downtown. So
why don't we meet at a bar up here?
The Old Timer's on th.
I'll be there at : .
May I go now?
Wear the coat.
It's my gift to you whether we go
out a few times, get married and have kids...
or never see
each other again.
Good night, Carlito.
Good night.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Carlito.
He called and said
he'd be here soon.
Thank you.
Oye, viejo.
That broad just asked
for Carlito Brigante?
Sí.
That's a beautiful coat
you got. That shit look like zebra.
What are you doing?
Get off me!
Get off. Stop it!
It's my coat.
Tell your boyfriend, Carlito, that Manny
and Chucho want to talk to him tonight.
Right here. : .
And if you ever want to see this coat
again, Carlito better show up, alone.
Vamos, Chucho.
You okay?
I'm fine.
I don't know what that
whole thing was about, all right?
Probably some old musicians'
union beef or something.
Come on, Carlito. What's
your deal, huh? What do you do?
I'm a booker. I book
musicians. I tour with them.
You know,
guys like Machito and Tito.
Please, Tito Puente? Come on, you
probably make more money than Tito Puente.
Look at you, jodedor.
Gangster.
You're not my type, Carlito.
You're not my type at all.
What's your type?
Janitor, busboy? Maybe a
delivery boy or a dishwasher?
There ain't a whole lot
out there for us, Leticia.
Look, I never had no father.
My moms died when I was .
So I grew up
in the youth home.
But you know what?
That don't matter.
Because I got my dignity,
my pride.
Whatever it is I do right now
ain't gonna be forever.
What do you want from me,
Carlito? Other than a fuck?
I like you.
I like that you were standing
up to that guy the other night.
The way I see it,
if I hadn't stepped in...
you might've
really took him apart.
And I think that a tough,
standup chick like you...
ought to be with
a standup dude.
Come on, I've known you,
what, three days...
and I'm already in two beefs
over fur coats about you?
Come on,
we got a connection.
Good evening, Mr. Brigante.
How you doing?
Am I dressed up enough
for this place?
Of course you are,
you kidding?
And after dinner I'm gonna go
pick up your coat.
So, what brings you girls
to el barrio?
We hitched down from Woodstock
for the war demonstration.
What war?
Vietnam.
Oh, yeah. I heard about that
shit. That shit over east.
Carlito! What's happening,
baby? How you been?
I know, I know. You hot
about the coat. I apologize.
But I had to get
your attention somehow.
You don't remember me?
Bro, Manny Sanchez,
from the youth home.
I ain't seen you in what,
fucking years?
You look good, baby. This
my cousin Chucho from Jersey.
How you doing, Carlito? Man, shut up.
We got your coat right here.
Before you take off with it...
just have a drink with us?
That's all you wanted?
A fucking drink?
A drink with you is big time
these days.
Leave the fucking bottle.
Here's the deal, Carlito.
You got this whole organization, right?
But while
you was in the joint...
me and Chucho here, we had our
own distribution thing going.
You put us out of business.
Hey, this is America, right?
Can't be getting in the way
of no progress. I understand.
What do you want from me?
We want to work for you.
We're earners. We got cojones.
We're loyal,
standup motherfuckers.
You can trust us,
Carlito.
Talk to my associates,
and I'll get back to you.
Hey, Carlito.
You're all right.
It's a good thing for us he
didn't come in shooting, huh?
Didn't want to get no blood
on the coat.
Shh.
You out
of your fucking mind?
You smoked two fools
in a bar full of witnesses.
It's a double murder, Charlie.
Big collar. Promotion.
No statute of limitations.
Hey, it had to be.
They slapped my chick
around, stole her coat.
If I don't kill them for that,
how's it gonna look?
There are other ways...
you could've skinned
these cats.
See, we take care
of things like this quietly.
You're in a business here,
Charlie.
Macho shit of yours.
It ain't gonna fly
with what we got here.
Hey, you fellas want me out?
I'm out.
No hard feelings.
Shit, I was happy
stealing cars.
Lot less fucking headaches,
that's for sure.
I'll put some guys out, see if they
can't do a little witness control...
before the cops
land on everybody.
I appreciate it, Rocco.
You ain't a street hood
no more. You a businessman.
You gotta start thinking
like one.
You can't get your hands dirty
ever again.
If you do, it's over with us.
Hey, Rocco, you forgot to
tell me I needed a corkscrew.
It's open!
She's here.
Can't I just dig it out
with a knife...
or hammer it in there
or something?
Take a deep breathand suck it out. And go buy yourselfa corkscrew.
You know, fuck you.
You're a real big help, Rocco.
Hello.
Hi.
How you doing, Leticia?
Good.
Wow,
you have a beautiful place.
Thank you, you know,
I try.
Oh, my God,
you really do cook.
I told you, I'm
practically a gourmet chef.
You know, I worked in class
"A" joints as a kid.
Sauté, soufflé, over easy,
double-boil. I can do all that stuff.
Wow, I'm so impressed.
You didn't make
any of this.
What are you
talking about?
Everything is in the wrong
pots. The stove is ice-cold.
Well, the stove
is broken.
So I had to go over to my
neighbor's house and use his.
You're lying to me again.
What are you doing?
What is this?
What is this? And this?
It's from...
Lies. Lies. Lies.
You're a professional liar,
huh? No, I just, you know...
Yeah, I think you are.
You're a liar.
Malo.
You don't wanna know.
We got mixed company, trust me.
We wanna know, really.
All right.
Making love
with a skinny woman...
that's like having sex
with a pair of elbows.
You need cushion
for the pushin'!
Early-bird Earl
don't want your worm.
I want the whole damn apple,
baby. And you might have it.
We need to talk.
You ladies mind
excusing us?
I told him. I told him,
"If you start... "
Now, we agreed you gonna
stay east of Lenox Avenue.
Now, my people are telling me
you got your boys all over Fifth.
That would be east. It's too close.
I'm losing money.
Move all your guys to Madison.
I want the whole area between
Madison and Lenox empty.
That's not really
the deal we made. We?
I ain't make shit with you,
motherfucker.
Brother...
relax.
You come in next week,
we'll work something out.
First of all, I ain't
your motherfucking brother.
And there ain't gonna be no next week
unless we work this shit out now. Right now.
Nicky...
you don't think it's a little
out of line you rolling in here like this...
while we're out
with our ladies?
And now what, you wanna
start making threats?
Who the fuck do you think
you talking to?
Threats,
I'll show you threats.
Forget it. Forget it, Earl.
What's the difference, man?
We gonna move all our guys to Madison.
Now hold the fuck up.
You making decisions for me
and Rocco now? We work for you?
Nicky, just give me
a minute, all right?
One minute.
I'll tell you
what the fuck is right.
What's right is what we all three
agree on together. Now, you know that.
I agree.
But that kind of macho shit
don't fly with what
we got here.
We can't go to war
with this guy.
Finished our little meeting?
Yeah, we cool.
We cool.
All right.
: at night and you ain't
left the house yet?
What you got on, boy? You look
like you pump gas for a living.
I gave you money
for clothes, didn't I?
You went and
spent it on liquor and chicks, right?
You give this shit out on the
streets? That's what you do?
Anybody home?
We're back here, man.
This what you're doing?
Check it out, Carlito.
Mama don't want Revolutionary
Reggie in her home no more.
So now I'm stuck
with his dusty ass.
I'll get my own place.
Yeah, with what?
Lend me some money, big bro.
You got enough.
Yesterday I asked him to run
some number slips for Clyde.
Where are the number slips, huh?
Where are the number slips, Reggie?
Still with Clyde?
Still with Clyde.
Now that's
an easy fucking job.
I mean, motherfuckers lined up
for that job.
Then let one of them do it.
I've had my spot in
Barbados over a year now.
Ain't been there
but one time.
We work hard, Earl.
I'm getting out
the dope business, Carlito.
Got a kid on the way.
Getting married.
Yeah, motherfucker.
Things gonna be different now. Come
on, Hollywood Nicky got kids.
Houses in Europe, Hawaii.
That ain't me.
Governor Rockefeller, he putting
some new laws on the books.
Gonna come down heavy
on dope.
Ain't gonna be no five,
out in three for good behavior.
Gonna be life.
We made plenty of money
doing this shit, Carlito.
It's time we get out.
Man, I tried other things.
I mean, junk's the only thing
that ever worked for me.
What about
my policy business?
Numbers?
Yeah.
Shit, I could never deal with them
digits every day. I'll teach you.
Runners robbing you.
Bookkeeping.
That shit's for accountants, motherfuckers
like you. It's safe. That's what it is.
Listen...
do me a favor
with Reggie.
Spend a little time with him. He ain't
listening to me. I'm his brother.
You hang out with him, become his
friend, maybe something rubs off.
Teach him how to dress right,
you know...
command some respect.
Maybe then he can work
with me. Take over.
Motherfucker.
You gonna move to Barbados.
You do something for me
with Reggie.
He's a fuckup, but he's
a smart kid. He just needs direction.
And he ain't taking it
from his brother.
I ain't see no black folk
working in here.
I was wondering if
we was allowed to shop here.
You are here.
This the first time you ever
fit a black man for a suit?
Cool threads, Carlito.
Don't know what to say.
How about "thanks"?
Yeah...
but you didn't work for
the bread you paid for all this.
Sucked it out of
some poor motherfuckers arm.
You two, Earl...
you're all the fucking same.
Social parasites...
with no awareness of
the changes taking place.
See, minorities trying to catch up
and you motherfuckers going around...
hustling your own people.
There ain't gonna be no
hustlers when the revolution comes.
Revolution.
They all gonna get lined up
against the wall...
with all the other
oppressors.
"Oppressors. "
You ain't had an oppressed day
in your life, Reggie.
Earl's numbers sent you to
private school, a year of college.
You got food, clothes. Look at
this. Moms owns a two-family house.
Don't go badmouthing
your brother.
You been sucking his titty
your whole life.
Carlito, I would like you
to meet my mother.
My sister-in-law,
Angelita.
Pleasure to meet you.
This is my father,
and my brother, Sigfredo.
Mmm.
This food is fantastic.
Best dinner I've had in...
I don't know,
my whole life.
Gracias. Oye, Carlito...
how is your business with
the musicians? Long hours?
We stay out late,
that's for sure.
And a guy like Machito, he don't
like going home after the show.
So you got to entertain him
till like : in the morning.
Machito?
Machito?
I'll tell you what, Mr. Cruz. Next
time Machito's at the Palladium...
I'm getting you all your own
table right next to the stage. My guests.
That would be
my husband's dream.
Thank you.
Don't thank me.
I'm gonna make you...
take out Machito all night
after the show.
Like that, I can go home
and get some sleep.
Oye, Leticia, what I tell you? One
day you gonna meet the right kind of man.
Salut.
You know, I never get to shop
in the neighborhood no more.
Your pops
always had that wheelchair?
He was in a car accident
two years ago.
How long
everybody live here?
Ever since the accident.
I had to leave college
to run the business.
You know...
my friend, Rocco...
he's like my brother.
His family owns a whole string
of buildings over on Second.
He can probably
set your folks up...
with like a nice two or
three-bedroom for next to nothing.
Matter of fact,
it would be nothing.
You'd still be
right near the bodega.
We get by just fine
without handouts.
Sigfredo...
you got five people
in two rooms with one toilet.
That ain't no handout.
It'd be a favor.
Rocco owes me.
Besides, maybe you can do
something for me someday.
Yeah, like what?
Take out Machito?
Or cook dinner
for Tito Puente? Huh?
I know who you are,
Carlito Brigante.
Droguero.
You think
you own this neighborhood.
And that all the hard-working
people, they belong to you, but no.
All you own is the junkies.
You got it
all wrong, Sigfredo.
People like you are the reason
why everyone thinks...
that Puerto Ricans
are a race of criminals.
All I'm trying to do
is help you out, Sigfredo.
Then I want you to go in the
back and take a look at my sister.
'Cause she comes
from a good family.
Then I want you to leave and you'll
never see her again. You understand me?
Yeah, well, unless you got some proof
that says Leticia's a minor...
I'm gonna keep on
seeing her. No, you will not.
Besides your pops digs me.
Who knows? Maybe he wants a
successful son in the family.
You get out of here, you hear
me? You stay away from my sister.
You stay away from my family!
You understand me?
Fredo, qué paso?
You stay away from him.
You understand?
Cálmate?
He's the devil.
I kept it going with Leticia. But quiet. Too badI ain't the marrying kind. I'd have loved to seeLeticia's
brothermoping around the wedding... with half the gangstersin
New York making toaststo me.
You don't have to keep working at
Saso's joint anymore checking coats.
I'll take care of you.
Carlito, I take care of myself.
Mmm-mmm-mmm!
Compliments of Mr. Bottolota. Thank you.
You are beautiful.
Yes.
You want a
black man to fuck you, baby?
I got $ ...
if you fuck me, baby.
Come on, what's up?
You better straighten
this kid out, Carlito.
Brother can't get no action
in here? What kind of shit is that?
You can't be banging broads
at the table, Reggie.
I know they got a backroom.
Yeah. But you got to play it cool.
Joint's got a liquor license.
Anybody around here
could be a cop.
Listen...
little while, we'll talk to
the manager, slip him some cash...
and you go downstairs
and have a good time.
Hey, Artie, Hey, Carlito.
How are you doing?
Thanks for the drink.
You kidding me?
We ain't seen this
much money since Prohibition.
You know, in that case
I was thinking maybe...
I could be the first
Puerto Rican made guy.
Hey, you never know.
Hey, Artie, this is Earl's
kid brother, Reggie. Nice to meet you.
Earl's done good by us.
Real good.
Earl was doing fine
without you.
Carlito, you don't train
your pet nigger...
before you let him
out of the house?
Why don't you go fuck
your dead mother?
Artie.
Fuck.
Motherfucker!
Hey, tough guy Reggie,
you're a big shot.
Take it easy. Relax.
I'll kill you, you nigger.
I'll fucking kill you.
Please, everybody, just calm
down. Please, relax. Calm down.
Can I get somebody in here
to help with this here?
Relax. Just relax. Relax.
Ladies, keep dancing.
Smiles, ladies, smiles.
Let me just clean this up. Can
I have someone in here, please?
I'll help you. Just
one minute. That's fine.
Hey, Jerry.
Listen, do me a favor.
Send a dozen bottles of the best
champagne over to Artie's table.
Let me have the whole check.
Also, see if you can
get ahold of Rocco...
tell him to get his ass
over here. It's an emergency.
You got it, Carlito.
Thank you.
Fuck me.
Come here, baby. Reggie
gonna show you something.
Drop dead.
Let's get the
fuck out of here. Reggie.
Being here is the only reason why
you're not full of bullet holes.
We're gonna wait for Artie
and his boys to split.
We're gonna make a move
out the back.
That could take an hour, two
hours, or three fucking days.
But we ain't moving
from this spot till they gone.
You got to take a leak,
do it in that fucking glass.
I got a piece
right in my sock...
waste all them
guinea motherfuckers.
Hey, Reggie,
your brother, me, and Rocco...
we're in business
with those guys. Deep.
You were way out of line.
Motherfucker called me
a nigger and I'm out of line?
You wouldn't shake
the man's hand, Reggie.
He sends champagne,
comes over to your table...
you treat him
like a fucking hump.
For years, man,
we've been at war in Harlem...
blacks, Ricans and Italians.
So here, me, Rocco, and Earl
put something together...
and you want to mess it all
up? That ain't right.
What do you think
you doing?
Putting up schools
and nursing homes?
You motherfuckers
are heroin dealers.
Reggie, time to make a move.
Come on.
All right, all right.
Where are we going? Yo,
go back and get that chick.
Oh, lookie who's here!
Carlito,
you buy us all those drinks.
You ain't got to leave out
the back door.
Reggie fucked up, all right.
I apologize.
You ain't got to answer to us.
He does.
What are you
doing? Get the fuck off.
What do we got here?
Little black motherfucker.
We're gonna let you go,
Carlito. But first you gonna watch this.
Artie, that's
Earl's brother, Artie.
Well, Earl's brother
just said his last words.
'Cause I'm gonna cut his fucking
tongue out. You can't do that, Artie.
Open his mouth.
Artie!
Fuck my mother?
Huh?
You spit in my face?
Who the fuck are you?
Artie!
Artie! Wait!
Let him go. All right, he's a
piece of shit, but let us take care of him.
Look, you know how much money
we're gonna lose without Earl?
Don't wreck our business
over this.
You better fucking take care of
this, Rocco. You understand me?
You better fucking
take care of this.
Let's go.
He just went at it with Artie.
Over nothing.
They would've
killed him.
Who am I gonna leave
my policy business to?
Clyde's your copilot.
Clyde ain't family.
Yeah, who is?
You two family.
Charlie doesn't want it.
You give it to me,
Artie gets involved.
You'll never see
another nickel.
Clyde's all right, man.
I want to propose a toast
to my successor, Clyde.
I've been in business
with this man for years...
he took over,
and now he fired my ass.
'Cause you come
to work late every day.
Oh, yeah. Okay.
And I want
to propose another toast...
to my brothers of other
colors, from other mothers...
my two best friends
in the whole world...
Rocco, Carlito...
I love you
and I'm gonna miss you.
I'm
gonna miss all of you guys.
We're gonna have the wedding
right there on the beach.
You two are coming, right?
Like we have a choice.
Fuck you, man. No, I want
you to stay for a while.
It's a whole different vibe,
man. I mean, slow, cool.
It's like, peaceful.
Forget about it, Earl.
They're sending motherfuckers
to the moon.
You don't think
they can lock you two up?
Earl, we love you.
But we're not moving
to the West Indies with you.
I'll see you on Christmas.
So, what time is your flight?
: .
Come on, man,
one last drink.
Me and the lady gonna stop for
breakfast before we get on the flight.
Breakfast?
You just had dinner.
Catch you
at the beach, man.
Rocco.
Get out of here, man.
What do you think?
If you was me, would you
throw in the towel...
and follow Earl down
to paradise?
Yes. And I would
take me with you.
I'd take you, too.
Can't a man have a quiet
drink in this motherfucker without
you pushing a mop in his face?
Fuck!
Charlie, if you don't mind,
we'll drop Leticia off at home...
you can get Reggie
out of here.
You got it.
Now that Earl's gone, you
make sure we never see him again.
You know, ain't got nobody to
blame but yourself that Earl passed you up.
You could've had
the whole policy bank...
but you just wouldn't
straighten your ass out.
Fuck Earl and fuck you!
Y'all ain't nothing but
Rocco's niggers.
Know what, Reggie?
Walk your ass home.
It's freezing out here, man.
Hop the bus.
You hung around close to a year,
you ain't learned shit...
you made no friends,
no contacts.
All you do is go to black pride meetings,
drink all night, and chase whores.
Last time I checked, Malcolm
X was a Muslim scholar.
No pork, no booze, no pussy.
Prayed five times a day
and wore a bow tie.
You don't know nothing
about me...
A punk is a fucking punk,
Reggie...
black, white, Puerto Rican
or Chinese.
The only reason why you're allowed
to walk the streets is your brother.
He's gone now.
So you better go home, lock
yourself in, and stay there.
I'm gonna tune you up
one day, Carlito.
One day?
Why wait, motherfucker?
If you're gonna make a move,
make a move right now.
Walk, Reggie.
'Cause next time I see you,
it's gonna be bad.
Come on, Eddie. You can't
shut down early on me.
It's : in the morning,
Carlito.
Where you gotta go? Your wife
can't stand your ass.
Yeah, yeah. Come on, have a
drink with me. I'm buying.
Why do you always
do this to me, Carlito?
Come on, Eddie. You know
how much I love you.
When I die, I'm gonna
leave you everything.
I warned you to stay away
from my sister, Carlito.
All right? I warned you.
Oh, shit. Carlito!
Somebody shot
Carlito.
We were successful
in removing both bullets.
Mr. Brigante was lucky.
No vital organs were damaged.
Listen, Doc, if you need any more
of my blood, I'm ready.
We're okay.
Can I talk to you
for a second?
It's probably not a good idea
for you to be here. All right?
I'll call you
when Charlie wants to see you.
Private room.
Not too shabby.
You must have lives.
What can I do for you
gentlemen?
Tell you the truth...
we came by to see if there's
anything we could do for you.
Maybe let you flip through
some mug shots.
I didn't even see the guy.
Snuck up from behind me.
Next thing I know, bang-bang.
Must have been
after my wallet.
We figured your goombah pals might
have been getting sick and tired...
of whacking up
all those dividends.
We're gonna make a
little deal with you, Carlito.
You give us Artie Bottolota,
his son...
your little buddy Rocco, and the
rest of the Pleasant Avenue crew...
and we won't start breaking
your balls on a daily basis.
You got nothing
to break my balls about.
I'm in the music business,
fellas.
Carlito Brigante is a taxpaying
citizen just like everybody else.
Every jackass
in East Harlem...
is stumbling around
trying to suck his own dick...
on account of what you and your
pals are putting on the street.
Now, for old times' sake...
we gonna let you grab your little
piggy bank and fly away somewhere.
But you are gonna
hand us everybody.
Otherwise,
you're going down with them.
Feel better.
Hey, Carlito, you mind if I
bring these home for my wife?
It's our anniversary.
Knock yourself out.
Carlito, please!
I beg you.
Nobody is gonna get hurt.
Carlito.
It's all right.
You know, if you had
a brain in your head...
you would've took off and
gone back to Puerto Rico already.
Some hotshot off the street
gonna come in here...
think he doing me a favor
and light this joint up.
Everybody gotta
split town.
Buy the ticket. Catch that
plane, and never come back.
Otherwise your parents gonna be
using that money for your funeral.
I'm staying here, Carlito. No.
You're going
with them.
You got to take care of your pops. No.
In a while we get back together. No.
You have to go,
all right?
It's not safe
for you here.
Every day, I want you
to remember one thing:
You still alive
'cause of me.
You call and let me have your
address when you get settled.
I'll come down and see you.
Do you promise?
Of course.
I love you, Carlito.
I love you, too.
No, Leticia.
No, Leticia, no!
Get in the trunk,
you fat fuck.
Hey, I got a gun on you,
motherfucker. All right.
What the fuck...
Hey, Artie,
take a look at this.
Artie, you forgot to take out
the goddamn garbage. Artie.
Hey, hey!
What the fuck are you doing?
Get off him!
Hey! Artie. Artie! Artie!
Anything new?
How do we know
it was Reggie?
Artie's wife said
three black guys snatched him.
That don't mean nothing.
I listened in on the
ransom call. It was him.
Anybody besides you
figure that out?
When Artie comes home
they will.
Maybe we get lucky, Reggie
buries him in a fucking ditch.
How you doing, Artie?
We paid the money.
$ million cash...
over an hour ago.
I made the drop.
No tail. No stakeout.
We did exactly
what they said.
You think
they'd kill my son?
No, no, Artie.
Why would they do that?
Hello.
We finished counting
all the cash.
Good. I wanted you
to have it with no problems.
It's $ short.
Huh?
So fuck you very much.
I'm killing
this guinea cocksucker.
Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait! What happened?
April fools', motherfucker.
I don't know if I can
do this funeral without a body.
You need a body?
I'll get you a body.
Artie boy.
You guys must have
prayed hard for us.
I never thought I'd liveto see old man Bottolota... throw a hug aroundthis Puerto Rican. It was about two minutesbefore the other
shoe camecrashing down like a safe.
You motherfuckers was in
on it.
Artie, Charlie wouldn't
be here if that were true.
You shut your mouth,
Rocco!
If we was in on it...
we would have had Reggie kill
you, don't you think?
They left me there to
suffocate in that fucking trunk!
If the cops didn't drive by, I'd
still be in there turning fucking blue!
Enough!
Maybe you was in on it,
maybe you wasn't.
But Rocco brought you
around us...
and then the both of you brought
those fucking niggers around.
So you're responsible.
I'm puttingNacho Reyes on you.
Worked with me in Cuba. Did more
hits than all my guys together.
I'm giving him contractson you, Rocco, and Earl.
And the only way they're
gonna be canceled is...
if I find three dead niggers
on my doorstep.
And my $ millionback in my pocket.
How is the food
in this joint?
This is a bar.
They don't got food here.
I'm talking to you,
pendejo?
I'm fucking talking to you?
Carlito.
I got a contract to kill you.
Pero...
I don't want to do that.
So we...
We gonna go, we gonna find those
three fucking cocolo, okay?
Nacho Reyes. First-degree stone killerfrom them old Batistá days. Nacho got himselfa bad blow habit. He only workedtwo hours a day.
Nacho, I don't want them
in the car.
Rest of the timeit's all party and poontang.
Man, you think I cover
for that crazy fucking kid?
Him come for me next.
Reggie was asked to leave
our organization months ago.
He wanted
to bomb police stations.
That's not
what this movement's about.
We're about spreading progressive
education for the uninformed...
not resorting to methods of violence.
Why don't you come inside...
Come on, come on. Let's
go have a fucking drink already.
At the rate we're going... Reggie and his boysgonna die of old age. And me and Rocco a lot sooner.
Don't touch the car,
please.
Don't touch me.
Don't be touching my shit.
Nicky, I'd never bother you
with something like this...
but if we don't
find them cats soon...
them crazy-ass Italians
are gonna come over...
and start shooting up
the black side of Harlem.
Carlito.
You don't find the motherfuckers
that snatched Artie's kid...
you the one
that's getting shot up.
Yeah, well that, too.
And far as them Italians
coming my way...
if one of them even set foot
across Lenox Avenue...
next time you're gonna see
a live guinea again...
is on
the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Now I believe I've been
very nice about this situation.
I let you and them set
up across town from me.
I appreciate that.
Because one day you and them wal-yos,
you're gonna run out of dope.
And all them junkie motherfuckers
you all done raised...
gonna come
scurrying over to me...
like a bunch
of starved cockroaches.
If we run out of dope, you
run out of dope, too, Nicky.
I got me a safe house with
over tons of pure Persian.
That's enough to keep this
city nodding for the next six months.
Artie Bottolota and his son...
are a bunch
of cracker-ass scumbags.
I'm gonna wear my best tux to
those motherfuckers' funerals.
Nicky...
But I'm gonna do this for you,
Carlito. And you gonna owe me.
I appreciate it.
You know, Nicky, I...
You have the most beautiful
automobile I've seen in my life.
If I can just drive the car
one time around the block...
papi, man,
it would mean the world to me.
Class-A Bolivian, man. Blow
the fur right out that coat.
Carlito.
How you doing?
There's two fuckup kids,
never had a dime between them...
now they're throwing parties
and driving new cars on th Street.
What's the address?
Address?
You don't need an address.
I got them both
in the trunk of my car.
Hey.
Come on, let's go.
Guys telling me Reggie took off
to Barbados to see his brother.
That's bullshit.
That kid ain't getting through
customs with $ million in cash.
No way, no how.
Mira, he got some
girlfriend, lives in the Bronx.
Collins Avenue,
Apartment A.
Time to hit the Bronx.
Time to drop off these guys
to Artie first. Vamos.
You want to see
something nice, Carlito?
Here's your guy. Here's
your guy, too. Carlito, take your guy.
Here's some more
of your guy.
Come on.
Did you see Artie's face...
when he opened the first bag,
Carlito?
Hey, Carlito, I ain't never
gonna eat in that fucking joint again.
Come on, let's
go, Nacho. Nacho, come on.
Here we go.
Earl, what the...
Now you know I ain't had
nothing to do with this bullshit.
Reggie called me...
talking about he want to come
down to the island and hide out...
I took the first plane
smoking. There's my ticket.
I landed this morning.
Carlito, don't listen
to that fucking cocolo.
Shut the fuck up.
Reggie, where's the money?
Fuck you.
Puñeta, where's the money?
Reggie, tell them
where the fucking money is.
Just give it up
and we'll let you walk.
Nobody lettin' nobody walk.
Reggie, there's six guys
downstairs.
You kill us, you still ain't
making it out this building.
Tell me where the money is, we'll
cook up a story for Artie and let you go.
Reggie, listen to him.
This is your last out...
I'm supposed to believe
that shit? Listen to him!
I'm trying to help you
out, Reggie. Fuck you, Carlito.
You said next time you see me
gonna be bad.
You shouldn't have come
looking then, because you dying first.
Reggie! Reggie!
Earl.
Just let me be, man,
let me be.
Come on, Carlito.
Let's take this cocolo
and put him on the meat hook.
He'll tell us
where the money is.
He don't know
where the money is, Nacho.
On the meat hook
he will know.
He don't know nothing
about no money, all right?
Just tell Artie
Earl never showed up.
You know I can't do that,
Carlito.
Walk away, Nacho!
Just walk the fuck away!
Papito, don't forget,
I got a contract for you, too.
Kill me then. Kill us both.
If that's what I have to do,
that's what I have to do.
Well then, come on,
motherfucker!
You want to go to hell? Let's
all three go to fucking hell!
Pull the fucking trigger!
Carlito, Carlito.
You listen to Nacho.
This loyalty that you have
for your friends...
it's rare in this business.
But someday
it's gonna get you killed.
Adios, Carlito.
Adios.
Ain't nobody
gonna find that money.
Reggie got it buried
someplace.
You gotta get on the plane
with me.
I do that, they kill Rocco...
They'll kill you and Rocco...
whether you give them the $
million or not, you know that.
We all got
to get on that fucking plane.
Rocco's got family here.
Running gonna
buy us some time...
but it ain't gonna
buy us forever.
I do not give a shit
if you knock over Fort Knox.
If I don't get my $ million
back before the week's out...
your testicles are gonna be
jammed in your eye sockets.
You get that?
In your fucking eye sockets!
How much you got stashed,
Charlie? A little over $ .
All right,
I got $ .
Suppose we throw it together and make
$ million down payment to Artie...
tell him
we'll get him the rest.
I wouldn't give Artie Bottolota
a nickel for a fucking parking meter.
He should've kept his $ mil,
let Reggie whack Artie Jr.
Like that there'd be one less scumbag
hanging off the Bottolota family tree.
That's real insightful,
Charlie. I'll let him know.
Where you going?
Someplace I can think.
Make out my will.
Now you figure, why notjust whack Artie and his boys?Kill one of them wiseguys,gotta kill a hundred. They just keepcoming after you. Got to come upwith that $ mil, Jack.
$ million?
That's wholesale.
You start cutting the shit up, it's
worth times that. Maybe more.
You're gonna bring down
Hollywood Nicky?
Look, he's got tons of pure
uncut heroin stashed in his safe house.
Charlie, nobody knows
where that is. I do.
Yeah, how's that?
Earl told me a while back.
Earl?
You're trading tips
from the nigger...
that probably ended up
with my $ million?
You know something, Carlito?
Suck on this!
Pops! Hold on!
Listen. We clean out
Hollywood Nicky...
that's the end
of his business.
All them junkies come running over to
you, Artie. You'll be the kingpin.
Now you want to start a -year
war between us and the blacks.
The Italians ain't taking down
Hollywood Nicky.
The Puerto Ricans are.
It's not a bad idea, Pop.
You don't like the idea,
pull the trigger.
You ain't never gonna see
your money again.
Okay, now. The cut
dope goes out in laundry trucks...
every day.
The new dope goes in the
same way twice a week.
Tuesdays and Fridays.
Noon sharp.
We gonna boost one of the delivery
trucks like half a mile from here.
We're gonna whack the driver
and make the delivery.
Only instead of keys of
junk it's gonna be me...
Colorado
and about other guys.
There's just five armed guards that work
inside that place. They're all relatives.
People Hollywood Nicky trusts.
All we gotta do is kill
them all and take it all.
So, what do you think?
What do I think?
Make the score.
Should have been here
two hours ago.
Yeah. That's 'cause Hollywood
Nicky's throwing dirt over him by now.
Now you can take care of
the $ million on your own.
That's some good shit.
Attaboy.
You did great.
Our cut should be half of
what's there. Half?
You can have the whole thing.
At wholesale.
$ a key.
Artie,
you got to be kidding me.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
You two work for us.
Get the spic squad in gear
and start moving all that shit.
See you later,
fellas.
Okay. To us. We're
gonna be rich, Pop.
We're gonna be...
What the fuck is that?
Motherfucker.
It's Hollywood Nicky!
What the hell was that?
I don't know.
You want to go back? Are you
crazy? Let's get out of here.
What's going on, fellas?
Thought I had a flat.
It don't look flat.
Heard on the radio
they just found your boys...
up the road
in that meatpacking house...
with about
pounds of heroin.
They arrest Wouldn't come
everybody? Peacefully.
Now they're all getting
measured for rubber bags.
Mind if I check your trunk? Be my guest.
What's this?
It's a whole lot of money.
$ .
$ in each bag.
Pleasure doing business with you,
Carlito. Pleasure was all mine.
Good luck, fellas.
You son of a bitch.
Why, thank you, gentlemen.
No prisoners on this one,
Jack. Just corpses.
You son of a bitch.
Come on, Rocco, it's not like
we turned into stools.
What? You ain't
got a problem with us...
hiring a couple of cops to do a
little killing on our behalf, do you?
$ ? That's a world
record ever paid for a hit.
Let's get the fuck
out of here.
Big Jeff and Little Jeff... wound upwith a chest full of medals... for taking outthe whole Bottolota crew. And the big warbetween Hollywood
Nickyand the Puerto Ricans... never got declared. Me and Earl went to Nickyat
the get-go,told him my idea. 'Cause all we handed to overto Artie
and his boyswere pounds of heroin... sprinkled overthe top of
poundsof baby laxative. But the guyswho check the evidence... aren't real bigconnoisseurs of dope. They just clockwhat's on the scale. I sure hope nobody triesgetting high off that shit. They'll have to cook upa whole
kilojust to catch a buzz.
I dig that idea
so much...
I ain't even gonna charge
you for the pounds of real dope.
Out of sight, baby.
Just call it my contribution
to a planetary improvement.
We appreciate it.
You're not getting into
my car with that fried fish.
I'm just gonna
keep it for later.
You're not getting in the car
with that stinking-ass fish.
Come on, I got to go home
and get changed.
Move your fat ass.
Hey, guys. Y'all want to
go to the fight tonight? Ringside.
Maybe next time.
Hey, Nicky,
thanks for everything.
Anytime, baby.
You know I got
low blood sugar, man.
I gotta eat a lot of meals.
Get your ass in the car.
We did it.
No, you did it.
Being retired, I hada lot of time on my hands. So Earl dragged medown to Barbados... help him get readyfor his wedding.
Over here.
This is gonna be the ceremony
right here. Come on, Earl.
You're gonna have me and Rocco
stand on the beach all day in tuxedos?
What are you complaining
about? Come here.
Earl's right. It's paradise down here. Only one thing missing. Maybe it's time for meto do like Earl. Shake loose. No more walkingon the wild side for me, Jack. Carlito. I done changed. Reformed. Retired my ass to paradise. Yeah, baby. Paradise. Only thinggonna drive me crazy... is never knowing what happenedwith Artie's $ million. When you got themhanging on the meat hook... they tell you everything.