El Cantante

And...

set.

- What is this?

- We're just trying to get-

we're trying to get

to the bottom of it.

Bottom of what? What are you,

a f***ing, uh, private investigator?

- Give me a break. You-

- It's an interview.

- What?

- It's an interview.

All right, then let my-

I'll tell you stories about-

I have a lot of funny stories

about Hector

that I could tell you.

And I'll tell you about our lives.

I mean, I want everybody

to know everything.

I want the public

to know, but...

- The public-

- ... don't f***ing get insulting, you know?

You don't tell me how

I should have lived my life.

I'll tell you

what happened.

Well, it's your

version of it.

Yes, it is

my version of it.

You- if you wanted

somebody else's version of it,

you should have had

somebody else come.

? Hey hey hey hey?

? Hey hey

hey hey?

? Hey hey hey hey?

- ? Hey hey hey hey?

- Yeah!

- ? Hey hey hey hey...?

- Whoo!

Puchi, they can't find Hector.

They keep calling.

Tell 'em I'm not in!

I- I told them that

already.

Tell 'em

I'm walking the dog.

Tell 'em- I don't

give a sh*t.

Tell 'em the same old

f***ing story.

Eddie, let's go.

- Tito.

- What?

I don't wanna have

to go out looking for you too

when we get home,

okay?

Don't come over here.

Hi, babe.

Come here.

Help me, baby,

please.

But he's driving so slow.

What's the problem?

Who's this f***ing driver, Eddie?

Where did you find him?

Hey, hurry up.

Come on.

Don't-

- Where are we going?

- Where do you think we're going?

Where are we always going

when we're doing this crazy sh*t to you

every single time?

Can you please hurry up?

- It's your birthday?

- No, it's not my birthday.

Look she's...

Hey, you want your sandwich?

I love you.

You always love me

when you're high.

And I'm always high.

I don't wanna look, man.

I'm looking the other way.

You need to wake up

a little bit. Here.

Here.

- Oh!

- Oh!

- Mmm!

- This...

CarefuI,

what's all this down here?

Ooh hoo hoo!

I love this life.

Hector, Hector...

Let's go.

- Move back, move back.

- Come on, get out of the way. We're late.

Get out of the way.

Let's go, let's go.

Come on, let's go.

Ralphie, relax.

We're here, all right?

This is your problem.

You should have gotten here on time.

Come on.

Let's go, come on.

Leave him alone!

What are you doing?

Today he got here early.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the singer

of all singers,

Hector Lavoe!

THE SINGER:

? I...?

? Am the singer?

? You've come

to listen to?

? The best?

? Of my songs?

? I'll sing them

all to you?

? I'll sing to a life?

? Of laughter and sorrows?

? I sing to the bad times?

? Sing to the good times?

? You came to have a good time?

? And paid at the door?

? There's no time

for sadness?

? Come on singer, begin.?

My people!

Madison Square Garden-

he filled that place up like that.

You understand?

Hector was the biggest.

And not only New York-

all over the world,

people loved Hector.

that was the best year.

It was the end

of the good times.

After that, it just-

You want me

to sit over here?

Oh yeah, but I love salsa.

I love to dance.

- Should I take off my coat?

- Sure. Go ahead.

It- oh my God, it brings back

so many memories.

We had so many

good times in here,

forget it.

Hector was such a joker.

He was so funny.

That's what I want

everybody to know.

I want 'em to know

how funny he was,

how much we laughed,

how much fun we had.

That's the thing

with Hector:

he didn't know how much

people loved him.

And sometimes, you know,

it would seem like

he didn't want

to know.

It was weird.

But he had it all.

At that time, he had all-

he had everything.

And he had me.

Yeah, for more than

Ask these walls.

Yeah, we all seen

better days.

? You walk soundlessly?

? Full of the colors of Avon?

? And whatever cowboy's arm?

? Around your waist?

? I have not seen you in so long?

? Darling, when you die?

? I will still keep the two?

? Wwhite azucenas?

? Which you gave me?

? When I sent you away.?

Avuelda, get me a drink, please.

Hey hey hey,

give me a hand with this.

- Eh?

- You wanna get in? Give me a hand with this.

Grab that

and follow me.

?... You don't know?

- ? I am Boricua...?

- ? With my machete in my hand?

I thought you were

with the band.

Yeah, I thought you

were with the band.

We're in, man, we're in.

That's all.

- What's your name?

- Eddie.

- Hector.

- Hector.

A pleasure, man,

a pleasure.

? If I could one day?

? I would climb up to the stars?

? I would take you with me?

? To where

nobody could see us?

? Pay no attention

to the people?

? Just stay the course?

? And love me even more?

? If this is a scandaI?

? It's more shamefuI

to not know how to love.?

You know how some people-

they struggle for years?

Not him.

It was like

he was prepared for it,

you know,

like he always knew

he was gonna make it.

I mean, he was musicaI

even when he was insulting someone.

But like I say, he-

it's like he always knew

it was gonna happen for him,

you know what I mean?

It all just came to him.

That was one of his problems,

one of his other problems:

everything just

came to him.

Excuse me.

Having a good time?

What, are you guys lost

or something?

You lost?

Not at all. Como est?

Johnny Pacheco.

Fa- Fania, man.

Fania Records, guy.

I've been hearing a lot about you.

We've checked you out.

- You're good, man, really good.

- Thanks a lot, man.

I know you too.

Willie Coln, man.

A pleasure, really.

Trombones, no saxophones.

I mean... you changed

everything. I mean...

Hell.

A pleasure, man. I mean...

Thanks.

I don't speak Spanish.

I like you too, man.

Do you guys

believe in destiny?

Well, I do.

I believe destiny brought us

to this club tonight.

I believe

that you two guys

have been destined

to perform together.

I believe that together,

boys, you will take

this town by storm.

You both have

what each other needs.

You are Puerto Rico.

Willie's from New York.

Call this... "salsa"-

a sauce, like gumbo...

...a mix

of mambo, rumba,

plena, jazz,

merengue.

You'll cook it up.

I say...

why not, man?

Damn.

- Right here, right here.

- Bro.

- Bro, you speak English?

- Of course, of course, man.

- $2.50- you'll take me to the Bronx?

- Yeah yeah.

- Hey...

- Huh?

You're...

Buddy, tell you what:

you sing, I'll drive.

Sing, bro,

the meter's running.

Listen, I want people

to know something:

God couldn't have given me

a better baby sister

and couldn't have

given her...

...a better brother.

Happy birthday,

my little Puchi.

Happy birthday,

Puchi!

? Cornbread, hog maw

and chitterlings?

- ? Cornbread, hog maw...?

- Oh cuchi cuchi cuchi cuchi.

? Cornbread, hog maw

and chitterlings?

- ? Cornbread, hog maw...?

- Mommy eating cuchifrito...

? Cornbread, hog maw

and chitterlings?

- ? Cornbread...?

- Piglet piglet.

? Cornbread, hog maw

and chitterlings?

? Cornbread...?

Are you in the right

apartment?

I think so.

Happy birthday.

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