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( dramatic music playing )

Man:
Sooner or later,

a thug will
tell his tale.

We all wanna
go on record.

So let's hear it
for all the hoods.

The Jews
out of Brownsville,

the blacks
on Lenox Avenue,

the Italians
from Mulberry Street,

the Irish
in Hell's Kitchen.

Like that.

Meanwhile, Puerto Ricans
been getting jammed

since the '40s and ain't
nobody said nothing.

Well, I'm gonna lay it
on you one time

for the record.

My people,
they hit New York

and filed into
the roach stables

in Spanish Harlem
and the South Bronx.

The sat behind
the sewing machines,

stood behind
the steam tables

and marched
behind the brooms.

In other words,
they busted their ass.

How'd I survive
growing up?

Hustling, thieving,

break-ins--

anything for dollars
in them days.

This here's the story
of East Harlem.

Blacks on one side,
Italians on the other

and Puerto Ricans stuck
right there in the middle.

And anyway you cross
the line...

could get
your ass killed.

( rock music playing )

For 30 years,
Italians,

Puerto Ricans
and blacks,

all in the three-sided war.

No winners
but the funeral parlors.

And then one day
the Italians showed up
with the dope.

That's what made
the peace,

the heroin business.

( buzzer )

I hit 21
in the Elmira Pen,

upstate New York.

First whiff of country air
for this Puerto Rican.

There you are.

Made you a little
sample there.

We're having osso buco,
escarole and beans

and a rigatoni
with lobster sauce.

Take your pick.

Oh, it's better
than my wife makes.

- Hey, you get divorced,
maybe you can marry Rocco.
- Yeah, I just may do that.

- I'll make you a plate.
What do you want?
- Whole nine yards.

Man:
Now this is historical.

A Puerto Rican,
a brother,

an Italian all bunking
together in the joint.

In your head,
keep the number in your
fucking head, Clyde.

- There you go, baby.
- Earl was the brains.

One of the top numbers
guys in Harlem,

inside or out.

Nothing ever went down
without discussing it
with Earl.

Rocco had all
the connections.

He was mobbed up with
the Pleasant Avenue crew.

Rocco didn't talk
like no wiseguy.

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 all getting out
of here soon, Carlito.

I miss it already.

Time to stop
all your bullshit.

What bullshit?

Ripping off cars,
selling reefer. Time to get
your act together.

Last time I checked,
we was all doing time.

Me and Rocco,
we businessmen.

You? Small-time
street hood, baby.

You wanna start making
some real money, Charlie?

Heck, who don't?

Heroin's taking over.

My people, they have
a very dependable
supply line.

Earl:
But the Italians, see,

they ain't going
to 125th 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.

Stand-up motherfuckers.

You can be part of this,
Charlie, or you keep
hustling quarters

the rest of your life.

Think about it.

Carlito: And that's how
three cats from different
alleys got together--

me, Earl and Rocco.

We hit Harlem
like Frazier hit Ali.

( siren wailing )

He'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?

Fucking Puerto Rican
and a nigger.

Get 'em out of here.

Something wrong
with your ears?

Take a fucking walk.

Gentlemen.

Charlie.

I say we go
jam steak knives
up their noses.

Earl:
No no, it's Rocco's boss.

It went good.
He likes you guys.

He's giving us
10 kilos on consignment.

We're in business.

( funk music playing )

♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ Baby,
Lord, oh, Lord ♪

♪ Uh, uh, uh, uh ♪

♪ Uh, uh, oh! ♪

♪ It takes sunshine
and rain ♪

♪ To keep
a flower growing ♪

♪ Kill me now ♪

♪ But all I need... ♪

We got one rule.

People get used
to this kind of quality.

Don't go waving your
magic wand turning
5 keys to 15,

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.

( man speaking Spanish )

♪ But for me,
a substitute won't do ♪

♪ Your love
is the only thing ♪

♪ I find satisfying ♪

♪ Oh, baby... ♪

Carlito:
Big Jeff and Little Jeff

was the two most feared
cops in all of Harlem.

Hey, where's
everybody going?

See the Jeff squad coming,
leave the cash,

- leave the clothes...
- Hey, come on, man!

...leave the city.

( groaning )

Come on, get up.
Get over here.

- You know this scumbag?
- No, sir.

- This your jacket?
- No.

- You live here?
- No.

What is your wallet
doing in the pocket
if it ain't your jacket,

Angel Rodriguez,
2670 East 117th?

This piece of shit
threw a 75-year-old lady
in front of the 6 train.

Now we come back here
tomorrow, you better
know where he is

or you're gonna
get tossed in front
of the 6 train.

Rule one:

Touch the dope,
get buried in a hole.

Guys who get high
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.

Carlito: Rule three:
You gonna make a pick-up
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.
- ( door opens )

There'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 118th.

He's got a girl
over there.

Thanks, fellas.

- Don't mention it.
- How long you been out,
Carlito?

- A couple of months.
- Little Jeff: Looks like
you're trying real hard

- to keep it that way.
- You know it.

( mumbling )

Carlito:
Hollywood Nicky
owned West Harlem.

It belonged to him
outright.

Everything from Lenox Avenue
to the Hudson River.

Nicky got
the name Hollywood

'cause you could always
find him at the fights,

movie premieres,
Broadway shows.

Had more broads chasing him
than the Beatles.

Lived on the entire floor
of 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.

You ain't had
a small meal in your life.

It's 10:30 in the morning,
you're 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're making me car sick,
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.

Carlito:
Earl did the smart thing,

'cause you don't
never want no beef
with Hollywood Nicky.

Before he went
all Hollywood,

they used to call him
Nicky X-ray.

He could see right
through brick walls,

around 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.
Have a good day.

Carlito:
You work for somebody,
work for somebody,

work for Nicky,

take a little extra
for yourself,

and you think
Nicky won't find out?

You wasn't thinking.

Get the fuck out
of my way, grandma!

- ( R&B music playing )
- 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 can go on back
to my place?

- ( woman gasps )
- ( glass shatters )

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
a million dollars.

I don't care
if it's $100.

I don't care
if it's $20!

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?

♪ And the days go by ♪

♪ And your love
is sweeter ♪

♪ So much sweeter... ♪

Carlito:
Don't mess with Hoppy.

You got that right.

Dope--
the great equalizer.

Puts millionaire
stockbrokers

and welfare mothers
front row in the gutter.

We didn't
create all these tecatos.

I never put a needle
in nobody's arm.

Heroin already unpacked
and 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 checked it.
- You showed me shit.
I want a new coat!

- It was my
birthday present.
- Hey!

Excuse me?
You mind?

Feels like old paint.

You might want to
just 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!
- What?

It says, "Not responsible
for personal property."
No one's paying for your coat.

Listen,
this coat right here,

costs more than
you're gonna make in
your whole fucking life,

- you dumb puta cunt.
- ( thuds )

I'm Carlito Brigante.
You ever heard of me?

- Yeah.
- Then you know I ain't
no fucking dry cleaner.

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.

- Hi, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- Sorry about that.
- No, no. 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?

Yeah, Carlito!

- Qué hombre, Carlito!
- You like that?

Hey hey hey hey.
You want us to take
skinny Minnie home,

so you can go get
with the coat check girl?

- Get out of here!
- You can trust me, man.
Tell me! It's okay!

I'll do it!

Man:
She's looking fine
tonight, man.

Leticia:
Well, hello there.

Hey, 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 going
to 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
give you a ride home.
- I like to take the train.

- No, tonight you're
getting a ride.
- No, thank you.

Why not?

Look, Carlito.
We're different kinds
of people, okay?

What do you 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.

( dance music playing )

( turns off music )

So what do you do,
Carlito,

besides buy coats
for people that you
don't even know?

I'm a booker.

- A bookie?
- No, a 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 are 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.

Okay.

- 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,

wake everybody up,
introduce myself,

maybe make some coffee.

I'm off Thursday.

Okay, 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 104th.

I'll be there at 8:00.

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.

( Latin dance music
playing )

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Carlito.

He called and said
he'd be here soon.

Thank you.

( man speaks Spanish )

That broad...

just asked for
Carlito Brigante?

Sí.

Mira chula--
that's a beautiful
coat you got.

Yeah, that shit
look like Zebra.

Hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?
Get off!

Get off me!
Get off! Stop it!
Don't take my coat!

Mira!

Tell your boyfriend Carlito
that Manny and Chucho

want to talk to him
tonight right here, 2:00,

and if you ever want
to see this coat again,

Carlito better
show up alone.

Come on, Chucho.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine. 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.

Oh, please.
Tito Puente?

I mean, 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.

Well, 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 12,

so I grew up
in the youth home.

But you know what?
That don't matter,

'cause 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,
stand-up chick like you

ought to be with
a stand-up dude.

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.
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 yeah!
I heard about that shit!
That's the shit over...

( speaks Spanish )

Carlito!

What's happening, baby?
How you been?

I know, you hot
about the coat.
I apologize.

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, 10 fucking years?
You look good, baby.

This is my cousin Chucho
from Jersey.

- How you doing, Carlito?
- Man, shut up.

Mira. We got your coat
right here.

But 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.

- Salut.
- Salut.

( speaks Spanish )

( speaks Spanish )

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.

But, 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,
stand-up motherfuckers.

You can trust us,
Carlito.

I'll 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.

( screams )

( woman sobbing )

Shh.

You out your
fucking mind?

You smoked two fools

in a bar full
of witnesses?

Rocco:
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?

Earl: There are 30 other
ways you could have
skinned these cats.

You see, we take care
of things like this quietly.

We got a business here,
Charlie.

That 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.

Appreciate it, Rocco.

Earl:
You ain't
a street hood no more.

You a business man.

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.

( doorbell rings )

It's open.

She's here.
Can I just take
it out with a knife,

or, I don't know,

hammer it in there
or something?

Rocco:
Take a deep breath
and suck it out.

And go buy yourself
a corkscrew.

You know, fuck you.
You're a 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.

( laughs ) You didn't
make any of this.

What-what-what are
you talking about?

Everything's
in the wrong pots.
The stove is ice cold.

The stove is broken,

so I had to go over
to my neighbor's house
and use his.

You're lying
to me again.

- W-what--
what are you doing?
- What is this?

- That's a--
- What is this and this?

Lies, lies, lies.

You're a professional
liar, huh?

No, I just--

Yeah, I think you are.

You're a liar.

- Málo.
- Mmm.

( soft music playing )

♪ Touch me ♪

♪ You know just how
to touch me ♪

♪ Kiss me ♪

♪ You know ♪

♪ Just where to kiss me ♪

- ♪ Call me ♪
- ♪ You know how
to make me ♪

♪ Make me feel
so good. ♪

( Spanish music playing )

Earl:
You don't want to know.
We got mixed company, trust me.

- Woman: We want
to know, really.
- Tell us.

Earl:
All right, making love
with a skinny woman.

- That's like having sex
with a pair of elbows. Boom!
- ( others laughing )

You need cushion
for the pushing.

Earl:
Early Bird Earl
don't want the worm.

I want the whole
damn apple, baby.

We need to talk.

You ladies
mind excusing us?

I told him.
I told him, "You start it,
you're gonna lose it."

Now we agreed you were
going to stay east
of Lenox Avenue.

Now my people are telling me
you got your boys
all over Fifth.

- That would be east.
- Nicky: It's too close.

I'm losing money.

Move all your guys
to Madison.

I want the whole area between
Madison and Lenox empty.

It'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.

There ain't going to be
no next week unless we work
this shit out now. Right now.

Nicky, don't you think
it's a little out of line,

you rolling in here
like this

while we're out
with our ladies?
Now what?

You gonna start
making threats?

Who the fuck do you think
you're talking to?

- Threats?
I'll show you threats.
- Forget it, Earl!

What's the difference, man?

- We're gonna move all
our guys over to Madison.
- 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.

Tell you what is right,
what's right is what we
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.

Finish our little meeting?

Yeah, we cool.

We cool.

All right.

Earl:
It's 6:30 at night,
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?

- And you went and spent it on
liquor and chicks, right?
- ( doorbell buzzes )

- Carlito: Hey, Earl.
- You give this shit out
on the street?

- Anybody home?
- We're back here, man.

This what you doing?

Check it out, Carlito.

Momma 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?

( laughs )

Led me some money, big bro.
You've got enough.

Yesterday I asked him to run
some number slips for Clyde.

Where the number
slips, huh?

Where 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.

You work hard, Earl.

I'm getting out of the dope
business, Carlito.

Got a kid on the way.

Getting married.

Yeah, motherfucker.

Things gonna
be different now.

Come on, man.
Hollywood Nicky got 20 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 25,
35, life.

We made plenty of money
doing this shit, Carlito.

It's time we get out.

Man, I've tried other things.

I mean, junk's the only thing
that ever worked for me.

- What about
my policy business?
- Numbers?

- Yeah. I'll teach you.
- Shit, I could never deal
with digits every day.

Runners robbing you.
Bookkeeping.

That shit's for accountants.
Motherfuckers like you.

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,
you 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, huh?

He's a fuck up,
but he's a smart kid.

Just needs a direction.
He ain't taking it
from his brother.

I ain't seen no black folk
working in here.

I was wondering if we was
allowed to shop here.

You are here.

( chuckles )

This the first time you 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
go around

hustling your own people.

Ain't gonna be no hustlers

- when the revolution comes.
- Oh, revolution.

They all gonna get
lined up against the wall

with all the other
oppressors.

- ( imitating gunshots )
- Rocco: Oppressors.

You ain't had an oppressed
day in your life, Reggie.

Earl's numbers sent you
to private school,

a year at college,
you got food, clothes.

Look at this. Mom owns
a two-family house.

I mean, don't go bad mouthing
your brother, Reggie.

You've been sucking
his titty your whole life.

Carlito, I'd like you
to meet my mother.

( speaking Spanish )

- And my
sister-in-law Angelita.
- Pleasure to meet you.

And this is my father
and my brother Sigfredo.

Mmm.

Carlito:
This food is fantastic.

The best dinner
I've had in--

I don't know--
my whole life.

Mother:
Gracias.

Hey, Carlito,
how's your business
with the musicians?

Long hours too,
verdad que sí?

You 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 until like 6:00
in the morning.

- Machito!
- Oh, 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.
- Oh, don't thank me.

I'm gonna make you
take out Machito all night
after the show.

Then I can go home
and get some sleep.

Father:
Leticia, what I tell you?

One day you're gonna meet
the right kind of man.

- Salut
- Salut.

You know, I never get to shop
in the neighborhood no more.

Your pops always had
that wheelchair?

He was in 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, uh...

I'm a friend of 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 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,

two rooms
with one toilet.

That ain't no handout.

It'd be a favor.

Rocco owes me.

Besides, you know, maybe do
something for me someday.

( chuckles )

Yeah, like what?

Take out Machito?

Or cook dinner
for Tito Puente, huh?

I know who you are,
Carlito Brigante.

Droguero.

Okay?

You think you own
this neighborhood

and 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 everybody
thinks that Puerto Ricans
are a race of criminals.

All I'm trying to do
is help you out, Sigfredo.

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 never see her again.
You understand me?

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.

( speaks Spanish )
You get out of here!
You hear me!

You stay away
from my sister!

You stay away
from my family!
You understand me?

Sigfredo!
Qué pasó?

You stay away from him.

- You understand?
- ( speaks Spanish )

He's the devil.

Carlito:
I kept it going
with Leticia, but quiet.

Too bad I ain't
the marrying kind.

I'd love to see
Leticia's brother moping
around the wedding

with half the gangsters
in New York making
toasts to me.

You don't have to keep
working at Salso's joint
anymore checking coats.

I'll take care of you.

No, Carlito.
I'll take care of myself.

( lounge music playing )

Mmm-mm-mm.

My ass.
Oh man, yes.

Compliments
of Mr. Bottolota.

- Carlito: Thank you.
- Reggie: Oh, man!

You are beautiful.

( laughs )

Yes.

You want a black man
to fuck you, baby?

Oh yeah.

I've got $300

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?

Can't be banging broads
at the table, Reggie.

I know they got
a back room.

Yeah, but you
got to play it cool.
Joints got a liquor license.

Anybody around here
can be a cop.

Listen, in a little while
we'll talk to the manager,

slip him some cash,
you go downstairs
and have a good time.

Carlito.
Hey, Carlito.

Hey, Artie, how you doing?

- How you doing? All right?
- Yeah, it's good.

- Thanks for the drink.
- Are you kidding me?

We ain't seen this much money
since prohibition.

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.

Hey, 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!

Artie:
You took that, right?
You're a big shot!

You're a big shot, huh?

Take it easy.
Relax.

I'll fucking kill you!
I'll fucking kill you!

Please everyone,
just calm down.
Please, relax.

Calm down.
Can I get somebody
in here to help this?

Relax. Just relax.
Ladies-- ladies,
keep dancing.

Keep dancing.
Smiles, ladies, smile.

Let me just clean this up.
Can I have someone
in here please?

I'll help you with this.
That's fine. 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 a hold of Rocco.

Tell him to get
his ass over here.
It's an emergency.

- You got it, Carlito.
- Thank you.

( sighs )

Come here, baby.
Reggie gonna show
you something.

Drop dead.

Let's get the fuck
out of here.

Reggie, being here's 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.

It could take an hour,
two hours or three
fucking days,

but we ain't moving from
this spot until they're gone.

You got to take a leak,
do it in a 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're 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 30 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're doing?

Putting up schools
and nursing homes?

You motherfuckers
are heroin dealers.

Reggie.
Reggie.

- ( groans )
- Time to make a move.

Come on.

Where we going?

Go back
and get that chick.

- ( bottle rattles )
- Artie: Oh, look 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.

- ( all yelling )
- Carlito: What are you doing?

Get the fuck off!

What do we got here,
you black motherfucker?

We're gonna let you do,
Carlito. But first you're
gonna watch this.

Carlito:
Artie, that's Earl's
brother, Artie.

Yeah, 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.

( Reggie screams )

- Artie!
- Fuck my mother, huh?

You spit in my face?

- Who the fuck are you?
- ( screams )

Rocco:
Artie! Artie! Wait!

Let him go.

He's a piece of shit,
but let us take care of him.

Look, you know how much money
we're gonna loose 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.

( men murmuring )

( Reggie coughing )

( panting )

He just went at it
with Artie.

- Over nothing.
- He would have 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.
- Yeah, well 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 12 years,

he took over
and now he fired my ass.

Well, 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 you guys.
- ( applause )

We're gonna have the wedding
right there on the beach.

- You two are coming, right?
- Like we have a choice.

Fuck you, man.
I want you to stay
for awhile.

It's a whole
different ride, man.

I mean, slow, cool.

It's like peaceful.

Forget about it, Earl.

Hey, they sent
motherfuckers to the moon.

You don't think they could
lock you two up?

Earl, we love you,

but we're not moving
to the West Indies with you.

I'll see you at Christmas.

So what time's
your flight?

6:30.

Come on, man.
One last drink.

Me and the lady are 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.

( car starts )

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.

Reggie:
Fuck you going, man?

Can't drink in this
motherfucker without you
pushing a mop in his face?

Fuck!

Rocco:
Charlie, if you don't mind
we'll drop Leticia off

at home and 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, you ain't got
nobody to blame but yourself
that Earl passed you up.

Could have 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 niggas.

You know, Reggie?
Walk your ass home.

It's freezing
out here, man.

Here. Hop the bus.

- Hop the-- ( sighs )
- You know what?

You've 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.

You know, last time
I checked, Malcolm X
was a Muslim scholar--

no pork, no booze,
no pussy,

prayed five times a day
and wore a bowtie.

- You don't know
nothing about me.
- A punk is a fucking punk--

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.

Yeah, 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 the next time
I see you, it's gonna be bad.

Come on, Eddie,

Don't shut down
early on me.

- It's 5:30
in the morning, Carlito.
- Where you gotta go?

- You're 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.

( gunshots )

( gasping )

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 anymore
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, okay?

I'll call you when
Charlie wants to see you.

Big Jeff:
Private room.

Not too shabby.

( whistles )
You must have 99 lives.

- What can I do
for you gentlemen?
- Well, to tell you the truth,

we came by to see
if there's anything
we can 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've been
after my wallet.

We figured your
goomba pals might
have been getting 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.
- ( chuckles )

Carlito Brigante is
a tax-paying 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 time's 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.

( speaking Spanish )

Carlito,
please, por favor.

I beg you!
No, por favor!

- Nobody's going
to get hurt.
- Ay, no.

- Carlito?
- It's all right.

You know, if you had
a brain in your head

you would have
took off and gone back
to Puerto Rico already.

Some hotshot off the street
gonna come in here,

think he do me a favor
and light this joint up.

Everybody got to
split town.

Buy the ticket,

catch that plane
and never come back,

or else your parents
gonna be using that money
for your funeral.

- I'm staying here,
Carlito.
- No.

You're going with them.

You gotta take care
of your pops.

- No.
- In a while,
we'll 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're still alive
because of me.

You call and let me
have your address when
you get settled.

I'll come down
and see you.

- You promise?
- Yeah, of course.

I love you, Carlito.

I love you too.

- No no, Leticia, no!
- ( both speaking Spanish )

All of you!

Get in the trunk,
you fat fuck.

Hey 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 goddamned garbage!

Artie?
Hey! Hey!

What the fuck you doing?
That's my-- get off him!

Hey, Artie!
Artie! Artie!

( tires screech )

( doorbell rings )

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.

Two 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?

( sighs )

( phone rings )

Artie Sr:
Hello?

We finished counting
all the cash.

Ah, good.

I wanted you to have it
with no problems.

It's 20 bucks short.

- Huh?
- So fuck you very much.

I'm killing
this guinea cocksucker.

- Wait. Wait wait wait--
- ( gunshot )

- ( screams ) Wait!
- Artie's wife: What?
What happened?

( crying )

April Fools,
motherfucker.

( pounding )

I don't know if I can
do this, you know,

without a body.

You need a body,
I'll get you a body.

( door bangs )

Artie?
Artie, boy.

( laughing )

Oh! Oh!

You guys must have
prayed hard for us.

Carlito:
I never thought I'd live
to see Old Man Bottolota

throw a hug around
this Puerto Rican.

There was
about two minutes

before the other shoe
came crashing down
like a safe.

You fuckers 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 the fucking trunk!

If the cops didn't
drive by, I'd still
be there turning fucking blue!

Artie Sr: 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.

Artie Sr:
I'm putting
Nacho Reyes on you.

Worked with me in Cuba.

Did more hits than
all my guys together.

I'm giving him contracts
on you, Rocco and Earl.

And the only way
they're going to
be cancelled

is if I find
three dead niggers
on my doorstep!

And my two million
back in my pocket.

( speaks Spanish )

How's the food
in this joint?

This is a bar.
They don't got food here.

Am I talking to you,
pendejo? Huh?

Am I fucking
talking to you, huh?

Carlito,

I got a contract
to kill you.

Pero...

I don't wanna do that.

So we--

we gonna go and find
those three fucking
cocolos, okay?

Okay?

Carlito:
Nacho Reyes,

first-degree stone killer
from them old Batista days.

Nacho got himself
a bad blow habit.

He only worked
two hours a day.

Nacho, I don't want
them in the car!

Rest of the time,
it'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.

- Look--
- Come on,
come on, come on!

Let's go have
a fucking drink already.

Carlito:
The rate we're going,
Reggie and his boys

are gonna die of old age,
and me and Rocco a lot sooner.

- Don't touch the car, please!
- ( speaks Spanish )

Don't touch my shit.

Nicky, I would
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, if you don't
find the motherfuckers
that snatched Artie's kid,

you the one
that's getting shot up.

Yeah well, that too.

As far as the Italians
coming my way,

if one of them
even sets foot
across Lenox Avenue,

the next time you gonna
see a live guinea again is
on the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Now, I believe
I been very nice
about this situation.

I let you and them set up
across town from me.

I appreciate that.

'Cause one day you
and them Whyos, y'all gonna
run out of dope.

And all them junkie
motherfuckers y'all raised

are 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 three tons
of pure Persian.

That's enough
to keep this city nada
for the next six months.

Artie Bottolota
and his son are bunch
of cracker-ass scumbags.

I'm gonna wear
my best tux to those
motherfucker's funerals.

- Nicky! Nicky!
- Nicky Nicky Nicky!

And I'm gonna do this
for you, Carlito.

- And you gonna owe me.
- Appreciate it.

Permiso, Señor Nicky.

You have the most
beautiful automobile
I've seen in my life.

If I can just drive the car
one time around the block,

it would mean
the world to me.

( snorts )

Whoo, class A
Bolivian, man.

Blow the fur
right out of that coat.
( speaks Spanish )

- Carlito.
- How you doing?

There's two fuck up kids,

never had a dime
between them.

Now they're throwing parties
and driving new cars
on 137th street.

What's the address?

Address?
Don't need an address.

I've got them both
in the trunk of my car.

( speaking Spanish )

Hey-hey!

( man screaming )

( muttering in Spanish )

( inhales )

Guy telling me Reggie
took off to Barbados
to see his brother.

That's bullshit.

Kid ain't
getting through customs
with two million in cash.

No way, no how.

Well, he's got some girl
that lives in the Bronx.

21 Commons Avenue,
apartment 3A.

Time to hit the Bronx.

Time to drop both these
guys to Artie first. Vamos.

You want to see
something, Carlito? Huh?

Here's your guy.

Here's your guy too.
Carlito!

Take your guy.
Mira!

Here's some more
of your guy.

Aye, vamos.

Come on,
come on.

Yeeha!

( Nacho speaking Spanish )

Hey, did you see
Artie's face when he opened
the first bag, Carlito?

( laughs )

Hey, Carlito, I ain't
never gonna eat in that
fucking joint again.

Come on,
let's go, Nacho.

Nacho, come on!

Earl, what the--

Now you know I had nothing
to do with this bullshit.

Reggie called me talking
about he wanted

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 the 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 letting nobody walk.

- ( Nacho speaks Spanish )
- Reggie, there's six guys
downstairs.

You kill us, you're still
not making it out
of this building.

Tell me where
the money is,

I'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.

Well, you shouldn't have
came looking then,

- 'cause you dying first.
- Reggie.

- Earl: Reggie!
- ( gunshot )

Earl.

Just let me be, man.
Let me be.

Come on, Carlito.

Let's take this cocolo
and put him on a meat hook.

He'll tell us
where the money is.

He don't know where
the money is, Nacho.

On a meat hook,
he will know.

Carlito:
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!

( sighs )

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's got it
buried someplace.

You got to get on
the plane with me.

I do that
they kill Rocco.

They'll kill you and Rocco
whether you give them

the two million or not,
you know that.

We all got to get on
that fucking plane.

Rocco's got family here.

Running going
to buy 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 two million back
before the week's out,

your testicles
are going to be

jammed in your
eye sockets.

You get that?

In your fucking
eye sockets!

How much you got
stashed, Charlie?

A little over
half a mil.

All right,
I got 600.

Suppose we throw it
together and make $1 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 have kept
his two mil, let Reggie
whack Artie Jr.

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.

Carlito:
Now you figure,

why not just whack
Artie and his boys?

Kill one of them wiseguys,
you got to kill 100.

They just keep
coming after you.

Got to come up with
that two million, Jack.

- Artie: 30 million?
- That's wholesale.

You start cutting
this shit up, it's worth
10 times that.

- Maybe more.
- You're gonna bring down
Hollywood Nicky?

Look, he's got
three 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 two million.

You know something,
Carlito?

- Suck on this!
- Whoa, Pop!

Hold on!
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'd be the kingpin.

Now you want to start
a ten-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.

Look, 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.

Now we're 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 50 keys
of junk it's gonna be me,

Colorado and about
20 other guys.

Now there's just five
armed guards that work
inside that place.

They're all relatives, people
Hollywood Nicky trusts.

All we got to 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 them by now.

Now you can take care of
the two million on your own.

( car horn honks rapidly )

( door opening )

Baba, that's some good shit.

Atta boy.
You did great.

Our cut should be half
of what's there.

Half? You can have
the whole thing.

At wholesale.

10 grand a key.

( laughs )

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.
- ( all laugh )

( car starts )

Okay. To us.

- We're gonna be rich, Pop.
- We are rich.

( loud pounding )

- What the fuck is that?
- Motherfucker.

It's Hollywood Nicky!

( guns firing
in distance )

What the hell was that?

I don't know.

( police radio chatter )

( sirens wailing )

Want to go back?

You crazy?
Let's get out of here.

What's going on, fellas?

Thought I had a flat.

Don't look flat.

Heard on the radio
they just found your boys

up the road in that
meat packing house

with about 10,000 pounds
of heroin.

- They arrest everybody?
- Wouldn't come peacefully.

Now they're all getting
measured for rubber bags.

Mind if I check
your trunk?

Be my guest.

What's this?

That's a whole lot
of money.

200 grand.
100 in each bag.

Pleasure doing business
with you, Carlito.

Pleasure was all mine.

Little Jeff:
Good luck, fellas.

You son of a bitch.

- Thank you, gentlemen.
- No prisoners on this one,
Jack.

- Just corpses.
- ( laughs )

You son of a bitch.

Come on, Rocco, it's not
like we turned into stools.

You ain't got a problem
with us hiring a couple cops

to do a little killing
on our behalf, do you?

200 grand?

That's a world record
ever paid for a hit.

( all laughing )

Let's get the fuck
out of here.

Carlito:
Big Jeff and Little Jeff wound
up with a chest full of medals

for taking out the whole
Bottolota crew.

And the big war
between Hollywood Nicky
and the Puerto Ricans

never got declared.

Me and Earl went to Nicky
at the get go.

Told him my idea.

'Cause all we handed over
to Artie and his boys

were 20 pounds of heroin
sprinkled over the top

of 5,980 pounds
of baby laxative.

But the guys who checked
the evidence

aren't real big
connoisseurs of dope.

They just clock
what's on the scale.

Sure hope nobody tries
getting high off that shit.

They'll have to cook up a whole
kilo just to catch a buzz.

I dig that idea so much

I ain't even gonna
charge you for the 20
pounds of real dope.

Out of sight, brother.

Just call it my contribution
toward planetary improvement.

We appreciate it.

You're not getting in 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
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.

- Man, you know
I got low blood sugar
- Get your ass in the car.

- We did it.
- No, you did it.

Carlito:
Being retired I had a lot
of time on my hands.

So Earl dragged me
down to Barbados

to help him get ready
for his wedding.

This is gonna be
the ceremony right here.

You gonna have me
and Rocco stand on the beach
all day in tuxedos?

What you complaining about?
Come here.

Carlito:
Earl's right.

It's paradise down here.

Only one thing missing.

Maybe it's time for me
to do like Earl.

Shake loose.

No more walking on
the wild side for me, Jack.

Carlito...

I done changed.

Reformed.

Retired my ass
to paradise.

Yeah, baby.

Paradise.

Only thing
gonna drive me crazy,

is never knowing what happened
with Artie's two million.

Nacho:
When you got them hanging
on the meat hook,

they tell you everything.

( funk music playing )

♪ Woo! Baby! ♪

♪ Lord, oh Lord ♪

♪ Uh, uh, uh, uh ♪

♪ Uh, uh, oh! ♪

♪ It takes sunshine
and the rain ♪

♪ To keep
a flower growing ♪

♪ Kill me now ♪

♪ But all I need
is your good loving ♪

♪ Baby, to keep me going ♪

♪ So don't go
and do it to me ♪

♪ You give a baby
a pacifier ♪

♪ Instead of a bottle ♪

♪ Sometimes to stop
it's crying ♪

♪ Yes, you do now ♪

♪ But for me
a substitute won't do ♪

♪ Your love is the only thing
I find satisfying ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ You got a funky funky
funky way of making love ♪

♪ And I like it,
come on, give it to me ♪

♪ You got a funky funky
funky way of making love ♪

♪ And I like it, uh! ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Woo, it's so good to me ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Oh! ♪

♪ You're so foxy, funky,
fly, you're fly ♪

♪ And you got
everything I need ♪

♪ Your fly self,
oh baby ♪

♪ Come on, girl,
with your fly self ♪

♪ And give me
what I need ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ You know sometimes
it takes two women ♪

♪ Just to satisfy
one man ♪

♪ Yes, it do now,
but, baby ♪

♪ With your fine,
foxy, funky self ♪

♪ Girl, you don't need
no woman's help ♪

♪ 'Cause, baby ♪

♪ You got a funky funky
funky way of making love ♪

♪ And I like it,
give it to me right now ♪

♪ A funky funky
funky way of making love ♪

♪ And I like it ♪

♪ Oh! Lord! ♪

♪ Do it to me!
Give it to me! ♪

♪ Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! ♪

♪ Baby! Whoa! ♪

♪ I ain't never never
never never never ♪

♪ Never before
felt like this ♪

♪ Funky fine,
oh baby ♪

♪ I get a burning smoke
from that funky fire ♪

♪ In your every kiss ♪

♪ Oh baby,
let me tell you, baby ♪

♪ You got a funky funky
funky way of making love ♪

♪ And I like it, oh! ♪

♪ You got a funky funky
funky way of making love ♪

♪ And I like it, oh! ♪

♪ You got a funky funky
funky way of making love ♪

♪ And I like it,
oh, do it to me ♪

♪ You got a funky funky
funky way of making love ♪

♪ And I like it, oh! ♪

( salsa music playing )