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'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?
- 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.
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.
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.
- 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...?
? Cornbread, hog maw
and chitterlings?
- ? Cornbread, hog maw...?
? 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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