Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights Page #2
God, what'd she do?
Paint it on?
Seorita.
Wow!
Oh, I don't know.
Oh, I do.
I would like
to invite you all...
to the Club Palace
on Christmas Eve--
You been to the Palace yet?
...the tenth annual
Latin ballroom...
amateur dance contest.
I'll have to take you.
Oh, yeah, yeah
Listen
Darling, you
Send me
Darling, you
Send me
You feel really good.
Am I making you nervous?
No.
Well, you make me
a little nervous...
but don't tell anyone.
It'll ruin my reputation.
I thought it was infatuation
Listen, we're going over
to Polly's...
- Oh, yeah?
And her parents
are out of town again.
What do you think?
Steph can make a wicked mojito.
Well--
Hey, I'm sure
we can get someone...
to rustle you up
a Shirley Temple.
Actually...
James and I are gonna
go to a Cuban club.
Where?
La Rosa Negra.
Yeah, we're going to the...
La Rosa Negra.
Jesus.
Look at the way
they feel the music.
They're feeling it,
all right.
I'll get us some drinks.
Hi.
- You look so Cuban.
- So do you.
Hi. I'm Javier.
Name's Phelps.
Yeah. I know you.
So, the country club
wasn't all you expected?
We thought we'd expand
Oh, you mean actually
experience La Havana?
Do you mind if I dance
with your date?
Well, you'll have to ask her.
OK.
Te quiero Havana,
the rhythm pumpin' in my heart
In la rosa
We dance to the tempo
of love
Shall we give
your boyfriend a show?
He's not my boyfriend.
Let your body talk
till the voice in you says
Baby
I'm the one you find
deep in the groove
That has your body
and your senses
I'm the heat inside
when rhythm and love collide
Cuba
Let me introduce myself
Represent, represent
Cuba
Represent, represent
Cuba
Hey, me msica
Represent, represent
Cuba
Represent, represent
Cuba
Hey, tu msica
Lose your date?
Must be that Yankee
dancing with my brother.
Good of you to bring
your girlfriend to Havana...
while you still
have the chance.
Why? Are you gonna
run us gringos out?
That's right, comebola,
so keep smiling.
Let me introduce myself
Cuba
Represent, represent
Cuba
Cuba
Represent, represent
Cuba
Hey, tu msica
Represent, represent
Cuba
Orishas underground
de Havana
Represent, represent
Cuba
Hey, tu msica
Raoul y Esmerelda...
king and queen
of La Rosa Negra.
When they dance,
the floor is theirs.
You're as good a dancer
as he is.
Katey, this is
my brother Carlos.
- Arturo and Miguel.
- Hola.
Hola.
We were just talking politics.
Really? Well,
Javier doesn't like
to talk politics.
After all, the revolution...
would screw up his job
kissing your asses.
And where's
the revolution tonight?
On the dance floor?
While you boys kiss
and make up...
we're gonna get
some fresh air.
Let's go.
I was enjoying the dancing.
You were very hot.
It's not
the safest part of town.
No, don't.
Take me home, will you--
Stop it! Get off!
You didn't say no to him.
No!
Katey! Katey,
get back in the damn car!
I'll take you home.
Hey.
Hey.
- Where is he?
- He's gone. He's gone.
It's OK. It's OK. I'm fine.
My dad works for his dad.
I just want to forget about it.
Don't worry.
I'll take you home.
Come on.
I should have seen it coming.
I guess I'm not used to--
Bastards?
Guys.
What? You never had
a boyfriend in America?
No. I liked this one guy,
but it didn't work out.
Why not?
He didn't know I existed.
Oh, yeah.
That could be a problem.
This is as far as I go.
The staff is not supposed
to mix with guests.
It took me a long time
to find this job.
You'd be in trouble
for walking me up there?
Yeah.
That's ridiculous.
Adios.
Thanks for walking me home.
I'm sorry your evening
was so difficult.
Not all of it was.
My job is to make you
look beautiful.
Your job is to make
our bodies like one. Watch.
Thanks.
OK, that's it for today.
Who's gonna enter
the big dance contest?
Isn't it just for locals?
Actually, it's for anyone
who has the guts to try.
What about you?
Me?
No, I can't.
I'm not good enough.
Sure you are.
I've seen you practicing.
Easy.
Think about it.
Katey!
You left your sweater
in my car.
- Just bring it to school.
- Hey, wait a second.
Katey.
I'm really sorry.
I was drinking.
He's not here.
They fired him.
What?
Lois and your sister,
they saw you.
I'm sorry.
I gotta go.
You know, you need to keep
your mouth shut.
The things you do
have consequences.
Lois is the one
who blabbed it.
Oh, right. And you had
nothing to do with it.
Well, what were you doing
with that guy, anyway?
It's embarrassing.
Is that you talking,
He's not like us.
There is no "us," Susie.
- Hola.
- Hola.
S.
Yes?
I'm a friend of Javier's.
Cmo?
From the hotel.
I didn't know he had friends
in the hotel.
Is he here?
You don't see him?
So, what do you want
with my brother?
I need to talk to him.
You got him fired.
Isn't that enough?
I know a way
he can make some money.
You Yankees,
you come here...
and you pour money
into the casinos...
into the pockets
of the gangsters...
who run this country...
the same gangsters
Iike my father.
I didn't know.
That's right. You don't know.
Javi.
I feel terrible
about what happened.
I went to your house--
My house? You told
my mother I was fired?
- No, I didn't--
- Then what do you want?
I told her I wanted
to talk to you.
I'm sorry you got fired.
Don't worry. It's my fault.
I knew better.
Is this your new job?
That's right.
You make 'em. We steal 'em.
Isn't that right, Javi?
There's this dance contest...
at the Palace--
Christmas Eve.
And see if they need
any busboys?
That's not what I mean.
You know what kind of people
goes to the Palace?
I could get you in.
You'd have to be my partner.
You mean, dance with you?
God, I'm not that bad.
You didn't seem
to mind it last night.
I wasn't trying
to win a contest.
Oh, weren't you?
I'm sorry, but I have
a lot of work to do.
The prize for
the semifinals is $300.
The winners
get to go to America.
I don't have time.
Hi.
This contest...
does it cost money?
No.
You know that
it's ballroom dancing.
It's not what I do.
It's Latin ballroom. If we mix
what you do with what I do...
I really think
we'd have something.
I still have
to teach you everything.
Not everything.
I'll have to teach you
a few things, too.
Can we do this?
- What?
- What are you doing?
Just dancing.
But this is a routine.
You can't just do
what you feel like...
when you feel like it.
When I dance,
I have no routine.
But this is a contest.
We need a structure.
Can I see that?
First, you learn to move,
and then we worry...
- OK. Fine.
How do you call this?
Your hips?
Move your hips.
And circle.
Come on.
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