Carlito: Gotta listen to my instincts... like the one tellin' me that faceand that uniform don't go together. Just one last piece of business. Gotta look in Kleinfeld's eyes. Gotta know for sure.
Policeman 1: Who are you?
Carlito: Kleinfeld is my lawyer.
Policeman 1: All right, hands on the wall. Go ahead.
Carlito: Relax Dave. It's your pal.
Kleinfield: Scared the hell out of me. Cop's not supposed to let anybody in. It's you, it's okay, but...
Carlito: Cops ain't gonna protect you. The mob is looking for you.
Kleinfield: Yes, I know. Where the fuck have you been?
Carlito: What do you got here?
Kleinfield: Where you been?
Carlito: How do you feel?
Kleinfield: I'm not feeling very well. Where the fuck have you been?
Carlito: I've been to Norwalk's office. I heard the tape.
Kleinfield: That pig.
Carlito: Never give up your friends, no matter what.
Kleinfield: They doctor these things, play 'em outta context. I can't believe you are such a... don't fuckin' do that! Fuck you! What the fuck are you doing? Would you fuckin' put that away? It's loaded! Fuck you and your self-righteous codeof the goddamned street. Did it pull you out of a thirty-year stintin five years? Did it? No, I did. Did it get you acquitted four fucking times? No, it didn't. I did. So fuck you, fuck the street. Your whole goddamn world's this big... and there's only one rule: you save your own ass.
Carlito: Save your own ass.
Kleinfield: Save your own ass.
Carlito: See this? It belongs here. Not behind a pillow. This way you can reach for it quick. They come in, you ready for 'em. So long. You got a beautiful future.
Policeman 2: Quittin' time.
Policeman 1: You're early.
Policeman 2: A few minutes. Finish your paper?
Policeman 1: It's all yours.
Policeman 2: Thanks. Be good. Mr. Kleinfield? There's a delivery for you, Mr. Kleinfeld.
Kleinfield: From who?
Policeman 2: From my father... and my brother...
Carlito: Adiós, counselor.
Policeman 1: Who are you?
Carlito: Kleinfeld is my lawyer.
Policeman 1: All right, hands on the wall. Go ahead.
Carlito: Relax Dave. It's your pal.
Kleinfield: Scared the hell out of me. Cop's not supposed to let anybody in. It's you, it's okay, but...
Carlito: Cops ain't gonna protect you. The mob is looking for you.
Kleinfield: Yes, I know. Where the fuck have you been?
Carlito: What do you got here?
Kleinfield: Where you been?
Carlito: How do you feel?
Kleinfield: I'm not feeling very well. Where the fuck have you been?
Carlito: I've been to Norwalk's office. I heard the tape.
Kleinfield: That pig.
Carlito: Never give up your friends, no matter what.
Kleinfield: They doctor these things, play 'em outta context. I can't believe you are such a... don't fuckin' do that! Fuck you! What the fuck are you doing? Would you fuckin' put that away? It's loaded! Fuck you and your self-righteous codeof the goddamned street. Did it pull you out of a thirty-year stintin five years? Did it? No, I did. Did it get you acquitted four fucking times? No, it didn't. I did. So fuck you, fuck the street. Your whole goddamn world's this big... and there's only one rule: you save your own ass.
Carlito: Save your own ass.
Kleinfield: Save your own ass.
Carlito: See this? It belongs here. Not behind a pillow. This way you can reach for it quick. They come in, you ready for 'em. So long. You got a beautiful future.
Policeman 2: Quittin' time.
Policeman 1: You're early.
Policeman 2: A few minutes. Finish your paper?
Policeman 1: It's all yours.
Policeman 2: Thanks. Be good. Mr. Kleinfield? There's a delivery for you, Mr. Kleinfeld.
Kleinfield: From who?
Policeman 2: From my father... and my brother...
Carlito: Adiós, counselor.
