El Cantante Page #5

- Now! I said-

- Listen to me. Shut the f*** up.

- Listen to me.

- Get out!

- Oh, yeah. Huh?

- Let go of me. Let go of me, Hector.

Huh, Puchi?

Huh?

I'm gonna

tell you something.

You're finally going

to listen to me, okay?

F*** you!

How's that?

Whore, f*** it.

Doorman?

Yes, is this the doorman?

Don't give him

his keys.

No, he's drunk.

Okay?

Yeah, no.

Thank you.

I know it's tough, bro,

but you have

two problems.

And I don't know

which one's harder to quit.

You?

Me neither, man.

But one'll kill you.

And I love her.

I can't help it,

you know?

I think she loves

you too, man.

We had a great show

last night,

gonna have

another one tonight.

It's all

gonna be good.

We got so much more

to do, bro,

and you're right there,

front and center, bro.

And I'm right

behind you, you know?

I got your back, bro.

Hector, I just-

I just want you to say that

you're gonna try to make it work.

I want you to say that you're

gonna spend more time with Tito.

I want you to say that you're

gonna stop with all the drugs.

And I want you to say

that you love me,

because

I love you, baby,

and I want us

to be together.

Is that too much?

- Isn't that what you want?

- You know what's funny is that...

I'm not the only one

f***ing up here, Puchi.

You know that.

Puchi, you want it all,

but I can't promise you

all that-

all that in one night.

I can't.

I'd be Iying to you,

baby.

And you can't either.

You can't sit there with a straight face

and tell me that you're ready

to promise all that either.

There's no way.

I don't like talking

about what hurts me.

That's just

the way I am,

and you know that.

And you don't like it either.

That's us.

Look...

Look at me.

What we had was like an old-fashioned

type of love, you know?

Not like this new-

this new-wave

soulmate type of sh*t,

you know?

It was good.

It was bad.

It was beautifuI.

And for the first time

in our lives

we had everything

that we'd never had.

Yeah, I know

what you're thinking,

but love is never perfect

when it's reaI love, all right?

It's not his problem.

It's not his problem.

It's your problem.

- Jerry, please.

- And you're my problem.

- Please, bro.

- This is the last time he does this.

Let's go, let's go!

Hey, what's going on?

Willie.

F***, man, you're not gonna

believe this sh*t.

You're not gonna

believe this sh*t, man.

You're right, I won't.

Hey, what's with you, man?

Huh? No no no.

Listen, let me explain it...

- Brother, let me explain to you.

- Hec-

This is not another

story, man, really.

Hector, bro, this is the third time

this month.

I can't deaI with your

crazy sh*t anymore, man.

I quit.

The band is yours.

It's that simple.

You can be late all you want to.

Wait a minute, look, let's go someplace.

Let's go someplace, man.

Let's smoke a joint.

Let's talk, just me and you, plea-

- Brother, I-I was stuck in traffic, man.

- Yeah?

- Please believe me.

- I told Ralphie to canceI all our gigs.

I'm moving on.

You do the same.

I'll work with you,

but not on the same stage.

- Go home, Hector.

- You're making a mistake, man.

Eh, you know what? F*** you.

Just get some rest, man.

? The festivaI and the chapeI

with their chanting?

? Highlight the emotion

of the town?

? And the trembling lustfuI

notice?

? Catalina la O...?

This is the best thing

that could have happened, okay?

Now is your time, okay?

He is nothing without you.

F*** him, all right?

It's not that- it's not that you

were always late.

It's that he was

always too early.

It's a lot more

than that, Puchi.

It's a lot

more than that.

I mean, Will-

W- Willie was like my brother.

I know he was

like your brother

and he'll always be

like your brother, okay?

You are the show.

Everybody knows that, Hector.

Let him go out there

and try and sing with that

squeaky little voice of his

and see how far he gets.

Forget it.

It's his loss.

All right?

This had to happen.

This is the way it's

supposed to be, okay?

It's gonna be

all right, baby.

Now "the man who opens his mouth"

is going to sing,

Hector Lavoe, come on!

By 1975, Hector had

recorded 12 albums;

he had seven

number-one hits;

he had drugs; he had a wife;

he had a kid;

he had a family;

he had other women-

everything you need for a good guy

to break down.

Go away,

take a vacation.

Hector?

Baby, are you okay?

It's okay.

Imagine you wake up

in the middle of the night

and you see your husband

just sitting there like he's a character

from a horror movie.

And all you can

think is,

"Sh*t, it's my fault. "

He was hurting inside. He couldn't-

he couldn't hold it in anymore,

you know?

So his body-

his body

just shut down.

Men like Hector, they don't-

they don't get therapy.

They don't go to AA

or anything like that, you know?

But we- we- nobody

ever knew about that stuff

because we kept

our private lives very private.

Mom, are we going

to the hospitaI today?

Uh, no, sweetie,

not today.

- Next week. Next week.

- You always say that.

I know, but-

but I promise.

Come on, honey, be good.

Just get dressed.

I'll be there

in two minutes.

I love you.

Going to a dance?

You know,

he's your brother,

but he's my husband too.

So give me

a break, okay?

I wish I could,

but you know,

from the first day you met him,

and from the first day

I met you,

I had a bad feeling.

His father never

wanted him to come here

so he'd never have to

meet people like you.

- I always wanted to tell you that.

- Well, you said it.

Are you happy now?

You know what? Ciao, Priscilla.

Mind your business.

Go get f***ed and all that.

You know, you may not like my kind,

but he doesn't seem to mind it much.

Yeah?

Look where he is.

I hate the food

in this place, man.

How's Tito?

Does he listen

to you?

Yeah.

I miss you.

I miss you.

I do.

Do I look

crazy to you?

Baby, let's go home.

- Dad!

- Hey, son.

Oh, Ave Maria.

You look good.

I missed you, boy.

Look at you.

Look at this.

Looks like my grandfather's

night table.

Well, take your medication.

I don't want you

going crazy on me tonight.

No?

Okay.

Ralphie called.

What did he want?

What do you think?

Had a bunch of stuff lined up-

shows in Los Angeles,

Europe, Caracas,

you know.

But I spoke to him. I handled it.

They're not gonna be

f***ing with you like they did before.

I told him that first

you had to get back

to spending time

with your son...

making love

to your wife.

You hear me?

What is it, baby?

You nervous?

Yeah.

I'm-

I'm straight.

That makes me nervous.

I know.

Hope you're listening.

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

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