El Cantante Page #7

and now young musicians

come and make money.

And then, you know...

I'll go back home

and be myself,

just a nobody.

I was thinking, man-

I was thinking of getting

an apartment in Jersey or something-

a small little place, you know?

I can't stay, man.

I'm more afraid to go.

There's somebody here tonight

that's trying to hide from us,

but it's not working.

Hector, come on, man.

Come up and sing.

You're under arrest.

You can't run.

Come on, we really do need

a good singer up here.

All right,

ladies and gentlemen,

Hector Lavoe.

? Because your love is

my backbone?

? In all four corners?

? They talk about us?

? They say this is

a scandaI?

? And even put me down?

? For loving you?

? Pay no attention

to the people?

? Stay the course?

? And love me even more?

? I've had enough of this?

? Let's move on?

? Without knowing

what they'll say?

? If I could one day?

? I would climb up to the stars?

? I would take you with me?

? To where nobody could see us.?

Excuse me.

Don't touch me.

Get off me.

- Come on, let's go. Don't make me take you out.

- What are you doing?

- Hey.

- Let's go.

- Motherf***er, get off.

- Come on, calm down.

Look what they're doing

to your wife, f*ggot.

- Do something, you chunky little f*ggot.

- Puchi, Puchi, what are you doing?

- Get off! - Let's go. That's-

okay, come here. Come here.

- Hey, Puchi, Puchi, no.

- Leave me alone, you piece of sh*t!

- Come on.

- You can't even be a husband.

You can't even be

a father.

- Gentlemen.

- You coward.

Puchi, come on, let's go.

- Huh? Hey. F***!

- Leave me alone, please.

Puchi.

- He can't even be a father.

- Puchi, enough, damn it! Puchi.

You don't have a son!

You hear me?

You don't have a son.

It was an accident.

He was shot in the stomach

with the gun...

by his best friend.

Well, anyway, I don't like to talk

about that too much.

You know, I'm-

I just-

I don't remember too much

from that year anyway.

It was-

Don't talk to me like I'm your grandmother.

I'm your mother

and if I ask you where you're going,

then you tell me

where the f*** you're going.

And if you don't know, then you make it up.

But please don't say

that you don't know.

- All right, I got-

- You better give me a kiss right now.

- Mmm.

- I love you, Ma.

You feeI like

you're gonna die too,

but you live through it,

and that's worse-

you wish you'd die.

Tito?

Oh, Hector?

He died with him.

Your son is smiling

at you one minute,

the next thing you know,

you turn around and he's gone.

No one prepares you for that.

All the death in the world

couldn't prepare you

for that,

and I've been around

a lot of death.

But Hector- Hector...

I'm gonna get going here.

If you need anything,

just- just call me up,

okay?

Thanks for everything, bro.

I appreciate it.

Puchi, I- be back in the morning

just to check up on you.

Hey, uh-

I I- I love you guys.

Hey, Puchi.

See you.

That's it.

Everybody's gone.

You know what

I've been thinking?

We don't talk anymore.

You know we haven't been straight

for more than three hours a day

for, what, 20 years?

Not since we met.

And we just go on

with life like this.

I love you, you know,

but...

it's impossible, Puchi.

Impossible?

Impossible?

Oh, I get it.

Now that

our son is dead,

it all comes

clear to you?

I'm this horrible b*tch

and you're a great guy?

And maybe

the best thing to do

is just to-

to make it officiaI now?

Is that what you're

saying to me, Hector?

All of a sudden a f***ing light bulb

went off in your head...

and now you're realizing

that you and me

ain't good together?

Is that what you're f***ing saying

to me right now, Hector?

So we're just gonna

break things up

to fix it up?

That's your f***ing

genius idea?

Fix what up?

Now?

You f-

f***ing selfish bastard.

You can never leave me.

I've never been scared

of death, man, I mean...

And Puchi?

She tested fine.

Still going out,

you know?

I don't like talking about this sh*t,

you know?

It's like you can hear the clock ticking

in your head or something.

You know-

dah dah dah. F***ing with you.

Can't sleep.

Imagine,

I can't sleep.

I have all the time

in the world to think about,

"I should have quit...

I should have done this,

I should have done that. "

Can't do sh*t now.

Yes, you can.

Of course you can.

Can't smile the same.

Can't sing the same.

Nothing's the same.

It's like...

the f***ing woman

I fell in love with, right...

I put up with it.

Now she can't put up with it,

you know?

It's almost like-

you're doing time or something.

I don't know.

I don't understand it.

You know what?

I'm gonna break you

out of jaiI.

I'm here,

and there are people still waiting

for you to sing again,

to see you.

They feeI for you, man,

they mourn with you,

but they need you.

These people- these people

love you, Hector.

They love you like, shh...

No matter what.

But they're not gonna wait forever.

You know how it is.

Listen, take that gig

in Puerto Rico.

It's home.

Take it.

Merengue and all this other stuff

that's coming out now

is gonna kill you, me,

Fania and everything.

Let the people know

we're still here

before they bury

all of us.

How does anybody ever

leave this place, man?

We're back now, man.

Feels good, huh?

Yeah.

Maybe- maybe this is

a new beginning, Papa.

I hope so, man.

I- I feeI good, man.

I feeI good.

Patience, people patience.

In a couple minutes

were going to start

this great Salsa concert.

But please...

Now somebody explain

something to me, bro.

I just- I hear cancellation

'cause he canceled it.

- No, listen, Hector-

- Wait.

Somebody talk to me,

tell me the f***ing truth, bro.

I'm really sorry about

this whole situation, bro.

I don't wanna canceI,

but Ralphie-

Ralph, see?

The place is empty.

You know, people didn't

show up, man.

What the f***

do you want me to do?

You know, I did my part.

Whatever happened here, bro,

wasn't my fault. That's all I know.

- It's not your fault?

- It's not my fault.

You didn't f***ing advertise, okay?

And don't f***ing talk to my artist.

Hey, w-wait-w-w-

Take it easy, okay?

Yeah, it's like you didn't know about

the free concert that's going on today,

- right, in San Juan?

- The free concert?

You didn't know about that either?

Five free bands.

You knew about that concert,

so this is what you get.

This is your concert now.

You take care of it now, all right?

You're not in New York now, buddy.

Bro, you're not in New York, okay?

This is Puerto Rico, buddy.

- Easy easy.

- You gotta fix what you broke, brother, okay?.

Come on, come on.

Easy easy, okay?

I'm gonna f***ing sing now.

Take it easy, okay?

First of all, I'm f***ing here, okay?

I'm not a ghost.

I came to sing,

I came to sing, bro.

Tell- Eddie, tell the band

not to f***ing leave, okay?

- Hey, you guys don't go anywhere.

- The band is here.

I'm here.

I'm the only one here.

This one's on me.

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