The Mambo Kings Page #4

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- I know that.

- Cleaned birdcages.

- Mr. Arnaz, this is our boy, Eugenio.

- Please, call me Desi.

- Desi.

How wonderful your family is,

Seora Castillo.

Tomorrow's work. Always work.

Sorry, I have to go.

I wanted to tell you something

before I do.

That cancin you fellows played at the

club tonight, "Beautiful Maria"?

- That's a great song. I really like it.

- Thank you.

I want you to come on my show,

do it for me there.

Oh, that's nice.

- The nightclub show?

- No, the I Love Lucy show.

- In Hollywood?

- I Love Lucy show?

- No.

- Yes, Hollywood.

I mean, yes. Yes. Oh, my God.

He's coming. He's coming.

Take care of yourselves.

My God, this is something.

Didn't I tell you this would happen?

It's a miracle, eh, Cesar?

That's what you wanted.

We're just about ready to get started.

Tonight we have a special show

for you, entitled "Cuban Pals."

So sit back, relax and enjoy the show.

- My stomach is...

- Your stomach is fine.

Come on, we never looked this good

in our lives.

Take it easy.

Just be yourselves. Don't worry.

Even if you flub,

we'll take care of it.

We're no flubs.

- Let's go!

- Okay, let's go.

What the hell is that?

Oh, jeez.

- Hey, you all right?

- I'm all right.

- Are you sure? If you want...

- I want. Don't worry about it.

I want. You gotta be kidding me.

The light. Carmen, the light.

I'm so proud.

Lucy.

- Cesar, Nestor, this is Lucy.

- How do you do?

What kind of a girl

did you think Ricky would marry?

No, don 't tell me.

I shouldn 't have asked that.

Ricky told me

all about your success in Cuba.

Where do you think

you'll go from here?

They don't understand.

Do you know

where you'll go from here?

I think Lucy likes Nestor,

Delores. Yes?

"We 'doughnut."'

"Wee doughnut"?

Sounds like someplace in Arkansas.

We "doughnut" speak English.

You do not speak English. Oh, well...

Well.

- Can you believe he was in the kitchen?

- I can't believe I missed that.

- Did you have a nice talk?

- I had a nice talk.

Beg pardon?

He wants to know

if the color of your hair is natural.

Oh, well, certainly,

tell them it's natural.

And my father and mother

both had red hair.

Yeah, and my parents had blond hair too.

- Sure.

- They did!

Well, Ricky, go ahead and tell them.

- Henna rinse.

- Ah, henna rinse.

I have an idea my hair

suffered in the translation.

I saw Lucy once, standing outside the

Lord & Taylor's during Christmastime.

- Oh, she seemed very nice.

- Oh, she is.

- You can tell just by looking at her.

- Come on, it's starting!

Come on, let's go.

Well, folks, tonight I have

a special treat for you.

It's my pleasure to present to you,

direct from Havana, Cuba...

... Cesar and Nestor Castillo, singing

a bolero of their own composition:

"Beautiful Maria of My Soul."

Telephone for Mr. Goodson.

Telephone.

You know, I was in a movie once

with Ricardo Montalban.

Desperados From

The Land of the Golden Sun.

Oh, Ricardo was a dreamboat.

You are a fleet of dreamboats.

I'm gonna put you in my next movie.

Do you have a part for me?

- Hey!

- Come on, let's not get stingy, huh?

Paging Mr. Castillo.

And I'm gonna form

an all-girls' orchestra with you too.

I'll be right back,

I'm gonna tune you all up.

Oh, don't go. Don't go.

You wait for me, muchachas, huh?

Don't you go away.

Delores is on the phone.

She wants to tell you she loves you.

Sorry. Your phone has been busy.

No, no, no.

No, see... See you later.

What the hell are you looking at?

You follow your pinga

wherever it goes, brother.

Hey, I don't have no wife,

no son who loves me.

You worrying about me?

Thank you, brother.

You're turning into a cabrn.

A cabrn would have

gone back by now.

- Back to Cuba?

- Yes.

Yes, you are the one that

wanted to come to New York.

You're a big shot now on television

with Mr. Desi Arnaz.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. Do you want to go back to Cuba?

I never wanted to be a big shot!

Why...? Why do I always have to do

what you want? Why, brother?

Maybe without me, you'll be singing

your love songs in a shower somewhere.

That would be good enough.

You can't keep using me, Cesar.

What the hell you talking about?

I use you?

No, no, no.

No, I do it for you!

I do it for you! And I did it for you!

Get the hell out...

You don't even know how lucky you are,

you know that?

Lucky in Cuba with Maria.

No other way!

- You wanna talk about Maria?

- Yes!

Get the hell out of my life.

You make me sick.

- Your stupid life wasn't worth saving.

- Saving?

- You don't know anything.

- What are you talking about?

If I hadn't brought you to America,

you'd be playing trumpet with angels.

- What do you mean? Please.

- Stay the hell out of my way.

- Tell me, brother!

- You want to talk to me about Maria?

Maria begged me. She begged me

to take you out of Cuba!

- Yeah, Luis would have slit your throat.

- Lies. Lies, it's not true.

If she hadn't married him,

he'd have killed you. She saved you.

And I called her a whore. A whore?

She's too good for you.

Delores is too good for you!

We're all too good for you!

Stop it!

You knew this about Maria

and didn't tell me?

Why, brother?

Why?

- To save your life.

- My life?

Why do you think why?

You didn't save my life, Cesar.

You ruined my life.

No.

Five thousand bucks

from Desilu Productions.

And God bless this country!

Not bad for one little bolero, bro!

Now let's see Perez try to keep us

from playing the Palladium.

Delores, the salesman said he's gonna

send a new encyclopedia every month.

- I want to show you something.

- It's so beautiful.

It's got power steering.

Power brakes. Power everything.

- You're crazy.

- I guess Mr. Vanderbilt was right, bro.

"Chinaman, Indian

or from the planet Cuba..."

- Cuba!

- Cuba!

"...a man can find happiness

the American way!"

Whether he likes it or not.

- Cut the cake and pour champagne.

- Don't wet the check.

- Don't wet the check.

- Don't wet that check, please.

You're on top of the world.

Don't be so modesto.

We are working.

Nothing that will make us rich...

...but we are bringing in

a few dollars, and...

Well, you seem in good shape.

Is a good beginning.

No. It's okay for the time being.

But we have a long way to go.

Then we shouldn't lose more time

in our friendship.

So, Nestor, what is it I can do for you?

Do you need money? Please tell me.

I want to open a club.

Good, good.

My brother doesn't think

this is the time to settle down.

He thinks that we will be stars.

But you are the one

who writes the songs, no?

And your brother,

he doesn't want anyone to own him.

But he thinks he owns you.

No.

Cesar does not own me.

Nobody does.

Nobody.

Then you sign with me, mi amigo...

...and your future is gold.

El Morocco, the Palladium...

...and then your own little club.

Palladium.

Yes.

Let's drink to my freedom.

I'm gonna play the Palladium.

I'm going to open my own little club

in Havana.

Without Cesar.

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