El Cantante Page #6

may may.?

You ever seen a coqui sing?

Seen one in the Bronx? No.

That's right.

You've never seen one

because you can't

see them.

They're there.

You can hear them,

but you can't

see them.

And they only sing

one song.

And it's two notes-

Just like that, all their life,

their whole life.

They're born

to do that.

And they live everywhere

in Puerto Rico.

And they can't survive

anywhere else in the world.

I guess you're a little bit

like the coqui, huh, Hector?

F***, man,

you can be depressing.

Yeah.

Look at me.

What, am I in love with a frog?

Don't be, you know,

f***ing depressing.

Don't be depressing?

Instead of-

- I have a dyslexic one.

He goes...

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Corso.

We have a surprise guest

for you tonight-

Mr. Rubn Blades.

Hello.

I'm Rubn Blades

and tonight I'm here

to give someone a present.

I wrote this song

for Hector Lavoe,

someone I really admired

since I was a kid

who wanted to be

a singer.

I remember when I went over there to

Panama with Willie Coln.

- Damn.

- After I sing it for you, it's his.

It's called

"El Cantante. "

It goes like this.

? A la le?

? Le le?

? My best testaments?

? Today I dedicate to you?

? My best testaments?

? Today I dedicate to you?

? My best testaments?

? Today I dedicate to you?

? My best testaments.?

Hey, look,

I'm buying-

What the f***-?!

Pay him off.

Hector,

baby, you here?

Hector.

Hi, honey.

Ah, look who's here.

My favorite little whore,

just like I like it.

What's gotten into you?

You crazy?

- Nah, where were you, babe?

- In a sexy mood?

- Where were you, baby?

- I was- what?

- And you're st-

- I was at my sister's house.

- And you're stoned too, yeah?

- No.

- Oh.

- I left Tito over there.

And you're stoned.

You got stoned at your sis-

- No.

- How is she?

- No, I got chicken. She's good.

- Yeah? She's-

- Zaida's good.

- She's good?

- Yeah.

- Oh, yeah. And-

- You look nice.

- Thank you.

Yeah, I b-

I bought you chicken.

- You hungry?

- Dressed like that?

- What?

- Looking like that,

you were at your

sister's house?

- Yeah.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yes.

- You look like a whore.

Like a whore?

And since when

don't you like it?

You wanna- you wanna eat here

or you wanna eat in the kitchen?

I got you wings and thighs

and everything.

What do you want? I got potatoes.

I'm good.

Come on. You know, I was gonna

surprise you at the club,

but then I went by there

and you weren't there.

Where the f***

were you, huh?!

Smile, smile.

Okay, you got it,

you got it.

Give me some more.

Give me some more.

Oh, get out of here.

All right, look this way.

What?

- No, huh-uh.

- Good job, good job.

Bye.

Tell me

he doesn't look crazy.

I mean, I think

he looks a little crazy,

but it's gonna work.

I don't know.

Baby, do the sad face.

Like this...

- Hold on, hold on. Don't even take it.

- Take five.

This is exactly

where we wanna be.

It makes me crack up

when you do

that funny face.

- Who was on the phone?

- Huh?

Who were you

talking to on the phone?

- Nobody.

- Oh, nobody?

- No. Nothing.

- Huh? No? F***ing whore, damn it.

Who was it,

the f***ing piano player?

Huh?

What, the bass player?

Who the f*** was

on the phone, Puchi?

What are you

talking about?

What am I talking about?

- Don't do this here, please.

- Don't do this here?

- Come on. Go over there.

- What are you doing?

Hold it in. Puchi, don't do that.

Damn it. Walk.

What, you really wanna

know who I'm f***ing?

Okay.

All of them.

The bass player, the drummer,

the congo player- all of them.

All of them

except the singer.

Yeah.

Because the singer

is always too high to get it up.

That's why.

You know what?

You accuse me

of f***ing so many men

that I'm finally gonna f***

all the men that I'm accused of f***ing.

Okay?

? I have not seen you

in so long...?

Okay.

I just wanted you

to be proud of me,

but from what I see,

f*** it, eh?

Go ahead, give it to him.

- Here.

- What is it?

He made it for you

in shop at schooI.

- How nice.

- You like it?

That's perfect, son.

I wanna take it everywhere with me.

Thanks, man.

Don't worry, my feelings

are not hurt or anything.

There goes-

there goes mommy.

- I love you too, Ma.

- I love you, baby.

Show him your dance.

I know you're dying to do your dance.

- Go ahead.

- Do I have to? No.

- Just don't laugh at me.

- Okay, son.

- Please don't laugh at me.

- No, I won't say-

Don't laugh at me.

Look, why don't you

let me help you?

That's what a wife does.

Just let me.

I'm gonna take you

on tour with me.

I don't wanna see

any more doctors, okay?

It's not a doctor.

It's nothing like that, I promise.

Puchi, can I enjoy

watching my son, please?

It's better

than any doctor, huh?

I enjoy this.

I won't break.

I know you enjoy this,

but how about him?

- Oh, damn.

- Since you only see him once every six months,

and even when you're home- don't think

I don't know you're f***ing high, Hector.

Puchi, God, don't start

with that sh*t, man.

What's with you, man?

Huh? I'm trying to f***ing relax.

Or maybe I should go somewhere else

to relax 'cause I can't relax

- in this f***ing house. I can't do a goddamn thing, man.

- Yeah, that's a good idea,

maybe another rehab.

Or maybe you should go

to one of those f***ing whores

who keep f***ing calling the house.

Enough, damn it, Puchi.

It's enough! Damn it!

?... Baby, that's plenty?

? And never has one man

rocked so many?

? I'ma make you wet

then make you sweat?

? Just to see

how funky you can get?

? Now when I'm on the mic,

I do serve well?

? And I go by the name of the-?

What the f***, man?

I'm sorry, son.

Oh, man.

Oh, this can be fixed.

Look.

Oh, we can fix this, son.

With a little Crazy Glue we'll fix this.

Look look look look.

All the pieces are here.

It's okay.

Son, it's not okay,

okay?

I mean,

I was a warrior,

but that was one battle

that I never won.

Your son- he can't keep seeing

his mother and father like this.

Do it for him.

Don't do it for me.

Don't do it for you.

Do it for him.

He loves you.

He needs a father.

But he couldn't do it.

Maybe deep down he didn't want to.

I don't know.

Maybe you didn't

want him to change.

Why the f*** wouldn't I

want him to change?

That was-

that's so stupid.

He was my husband. Of course I wanted-

I wanted him to be better.

I think you owe me

an apology.

God knows when you got it.

It doesn't matter.

But yeah, the H.I.V. test

came back positive.

Uh...

I'm really sorry, man.

And Puchi?

Well, the doctor says

that the- the disease

might not show

symptoms for years

or even-

maybe never.

He doesn't know

how long I've had it.

He said that you should

get yourself tested...

just in case.

I don't want anybody

to know about this.

What's in the future

for Hector Lavoe?

I'm looking forward to

the best years of my life,

you know.

Think about it, look around-

every year's supposed to be

"the Latin boom," you know,

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