Carlito's Way | 1993

So here's me back on the street.

Third Sunday in August. Old Timer's Day in the barrio.

When did you get out, papi?

A couple of days ago.

Nothin' left.

Like them old cowboy movies, but instead of tumbleweed and cow dung...

...we got stripped car wrecks and dog shit.

A lot of new faces?

These young guys, I don't recognize 'em.

Mi barrio ya no existe.

Carlito, man, Death Valley out here, man.

Mira, you know me, I take to the street with any of these motherfuckers, man.

But these new kids nowadays, man, they got no respect for human life.

They shotgun you, just to see you fly up in the air.

'Chacho, you're better off in jail.

I don't even go up to black Harlem no more.

They're fuckin' crazy up there. Remember Victor?

Victor, with the beard.

He got shot right in front of the High.

Right in front of fuckin' Patrick Henry High.

Y Lalin, you know him.

Lalin Miasso. What happened to him?

Lalin's doin' thirty years in Attica, man. Thirty years!

Walberto! Check it out. Mira who's here.

Mira, eso. Oye.

Hey, Wally.

Heavy-duty.

Good to see you.

I've been looking all over for you.

Should have figured I'd find you walking around up here...

...doing a little "memory lane".

While I still got one.

Mira, Rolando wants to talk to you.

Carlito, I gotta get back to the game.

You need anything, bodyguard, anything, call me, okay?

You call me. Take care.

Pachanga. Good to see you.

Rolando?

Si. He's around the corner.

Guajiro, wait here for me.

In about five minutes, I'll be back.

Sure, Carlito.

Who is that? New back-up man?

He's my little cousin. I gotta visit my aunt later.

Carlito, mi socio.

iQue chevere!