it’s the 1970s, carlito brigante is a puerto rican that used to be a drug dealer/gangster in new york, before he got arrested during a drug bust and was sentenced to 30 years in prison.

you dated him for about a year, not really knowing what his job was, he said it didn’t matter. then when he got his prison sentence, he broke up with you, because he didn’t want to be thinking and worrying about you in prison.

but he did anyway. your passion is dance and ballet, he told all the guys in prison about you, practically showing you off as he described you to them. he told them how you’re going to be someone big and how talented you are.

5 years have passed, his lawyer and best buddy dave kleinfeld got him out of prison and he doesn’t have to serve time anymore. he’s recently started working as a nightclub manager to gather some money and leave new york.

since he doesn’t have to serve 30 years anymore, he goes looking for you. he waits outside the building where you’re at ballet practice. once you walk out of the building, saying bye to the other girls and start walking home, he calls out, talking to you. “Hey, I know you, lady”. “Hey, buzz off.” you say, thinking it’s just some creep. “Yeah, sure, you used to go out with that guy, what’s-his-name… that uhh good looking guy. Oh yeah, yeah, Carlito Brigante, that’s right”.

you stop and turn around, seeing it’s carlito.