[Beeping]
[Beeping]
[Birds Chirping]
[Beeping]
[Beeping]
[Beeping Ends]
[Disapproval Noise]
[Typing]
[Upbeat Music]
-How to know if someone
is lying to you.
I don't want men
to talk nonsense to me.
[Music Continues]
[Upbeat Music Continues]
[Shuffling of Clothes]
[Upbeat Music]
[Electronic Ping]
[Street Noise]
[Upbeat Music]
-Why won't you call me back, big
bro?
I've called you
like a thousand times.
I have something to tell you.
You won't believe it.
Hit me up, Fran.
[Motorcycle Motor]
-I can't talk right now, Desi.
Remember I told you
I had a concert rehearsal
tonight?
So, I can't talk now, but...
It's all good.
I'll call you when I get a
chance.
Take care. Bye.
-This sauce is just as good as
usual.
-Must've been one of those
vegetarians
who only like bland food.
-I'd be happy to taste
the empanadas for you.
-Forget it.
It's all already packed up.
- Put that in the fridge.
- Here, my love.
-Carmen, did you pay
the guy from Ban?
Because every time I see him,
I want to die of shame.
-Why be ashamed?
Shame doesn't
do anyone any good.
People from Ban
are really stingy.
Besides, thanks to
the news of the wedding
everyone will forget about it.
The Vasquez family
is going to pull out all the
stops!
-God willing.
-Mom, I have to buy Finita a
present.
-Tell her you'll give it to her
later.
Your cousin Elvis
will bring it from Texas.
-I think the Virgin Mary
sent me a miracle
because I prayed so much
for her to get my boy back on
track.
And look at him.
Getting married.
-This is a new girl, right?
-The others could've died
and no one would've said
anything.
-She looks like a real gringa.
-Take off that dress
and get ready to go.
[Upbeat Music]
[Motorcycle Engine]
THE ACCORDION SENSATION
-This one looks weird.
How much is it?
-How much is this one?
-$500 pesos each.
-And this one?
-$500 pesos each.
Damn!
$500 pesos each? No way.
-What about the shrimp?
-$400 pesos a pound.
Come on! I'm your best customer.
Cut me a deal?
-Carmen, you know
I'd never cheat you.
-Those are yesterday's shrimp.
Cut me a deal or you're gonna
miss out
on the wedding of the century.
Hey!
Hey!
Bonjour!
How are you?
Food here! The Best
food in the island!
The best food.
Very fresh fish.
Very good oil.
Everything fresh.
Mangiare.
Mangiare qui.
Damn it.
-Give me the shrimp.
-You know all you have to do
is order in advance,
and I'll bring it to you.
-Desi, take this to your aunt.
-How much do I owe you?
-$800 pesos.
$800 pesos.
[Stirring]
[Humming]
-Oh good, you brought the shrimp
Peel them, sweetie.
[Metal Clanking]
[Humming]
-I have my doubts about this
wedding.
I don't think that boy
will be happy with that gringa.
-Elvis has always dated gringas.
-Desi, promise me something.
That you'll never marry a gringo
and that you'll never go off
to live far away in one of those
countries.
Promise me.
Because they don't deserve us.
We're too good for them.
Look at me.
God bless you!
Go get the celery.
[Upbeat Music]
-I knew it! I knew it!
I knew you were keeping a
secret.
And I have to come
all the way out here to get the
tea.
-Elvis is coming.
-He's coming back?
Here? To live with you all?
-No. This is better
than you and me both.
He's coming back to get married.
And we're gonna throw
a party to remember.
-That's amazing, girl. Congrats.
You must be thrilled.
Hey, how long has it been
since the boys left?
Like ten years, right?
-He's doing great out there.
-Yeah?
He made his money.
Runs a business.
-Better every day. You'll see.
-Amen. That's right.
-What about Fran?
Is he coming too?
When's Fran gonna get married?
-That boy doesn't tell me a
thing.
-He'll end up coming.
Elvis will convince him.
-He played the accordion
beautifully
when he was a child.
Here's hoping he becomes
as famous as his great uncle.
-I'm pretty sure my brother
won't miss it.
It'll be the whole family
together
just like old times.
[Laughter]
-So dramatic.
What are you talking about,
girl?
Hey, what are you
gonna do for food?
-I don't know.
Maybe some stewed shrimp.
A lot of rice to fill people up.
[Laughter]
[Distant Laughter]
-Luz!
Luz, wait for me!
[Footsteps Quicken]
Luz!
-Hey there, friend.
-We got plenty.
-Take your pick.
-Look at what she's wearing.
-What's she looking at?
No t*ts at all.
[Laughter]
[Upbeat Music Playing]
-Happy birthday.
My cousin's gonna bring your
gift.
He's coming to get married.
[Disapproval Noise]
[Upbeat Music]
-Desi, why are you just standing
there? Come dance.
-Desi.
-Are you pregnant?
She looks like my sister
when she was pregnant with
Wilmer.
-Desi, girl, change that face.
Better pregnant than fat.
-Girl!
[Goats Bleat]
[Beep]
[Beeping Ends]
-I miss you. I hope your concert
goes great tonight.
I'm so excited.
I can't keep it a secret
anymore.
Elvis is getting married,
and we'll all be together again.
I hope you can make it.
[Tearing Noise]
[Tearing Noises]
[Traffic Noises]
[Tearing Noises]
[Grass Rustling]
-How great the joy in my heart
Joy in my heart
Joy in my heart and in my soul
Hallelujah, praise the Lord
Like a raging river
[Traffic Noises]
[Phone Buzzes]
[Bicycle Wheel Clanks]
[Bicycle Clanks]
[Door Opens]
[Music Plays in the Background]
Nice! Pizzas here.
[Phone Vibrates]
-Sorry.
-Thanks, man.
[Phone Typing Noises]
-What's up, cousin?
We're nothing anymore? Answer,
please.
You're invited
to the wedding of the century.
We're going back home to eat and
drink,
and you gotta be there, man.
Annie, wait,
I'm talking to my cousin.
[Phone Beeping Ends]
[Laughter]
-Do you remember?
-Yes, I do.
f*ck!
We were parched.
I would've even taken
a shot of Nena's vinegar.
[Laughter]
You're not going to the party
dressed like that, right?
-Look at her little boobs.
You're already a woman, my God.
[Laughter]
-A toast to the wedding.
To my Elvis! To the wedding!
-To the Luciano Vasquez Family.
One of the greatest musicians
the Dominican Republic has ever
seen.
He brought traditional merengue
in every nook and cranny.
[Door Unlocking Sound]
[Door Closing Noise]
[Footsteps]
[Music Playing in the Background
[Traffic Noises]
-...and played
with lots of other greats.
Charlie Parker.
And Giuseppe.
[Laughter]
Fefita.
-Fefita!
And so many more.
[Laughter]
-But your father was a real gem.
What a trumpet player.
-A g*dd*mn trumpeter.
-True, true.
But he was drunk all the time.
[Accordion Plays]
[Thudding]
-Hey, Mom. Look here.
This is Annie.
-Hello!
-Hi!
Oh, my goodness.
Hello, my baby boy.
I'm so excited, Elvis!
I haven't slept a wink
since you told me.
Look at her.
We, we, you family.
Family.
-Come on. I told you
I've been teaching her some
Spanish.
-Ahh...
-Show them, show them.
-Hola! Como tu te?
[Laughter]
-She's gorgeous.
-Elvis, honey.
Wow. Such a lovely bride.
Elvis, we're looking for
the best musicians.
-But not too expensive.
-Hey, listen.
I'm not trying to be cheap here.
Don't be stingy.
I want a big wedding.
Big. I want it to last all day.
You hear me?
-Desi's not there?
-She is. Hold on.
-Come here.
-Get over here, Desi. Come on.
Look how big she is.
-Desi, look at this.
This a present Annie bought you.
For the wedding. See?
-How pretty!
For the wedding.
I have some dresses I want to
bring down for you.
And some jewelry.
Say thank you in English
so she knows you're learning.
Thanks, Aunt. Thanks.
[Joyous Noises]
Its my pleasure, Sweetie.
-What did she say?
-Elvis.
This girl has got to accept
that she's a little lady now,
and she can't keep
wearing boy's pants.
-She's still wearing that?
-Listen to me, Elvis.
Don't you ignore your mother.
Listen to me. I have a question.
[Traffic Noises]
[Cash Register Dings]
-Three, two, one, go
-This whole town
Stinks like it's rotten
I can't believe
How bad things have gotten
Kids these days
don't get to stay kids
You hardly ever hear the dogs
Barking like they did
Thirteen-year-old girls
Sent to a marriage bed
At that age
They should be studying instead
Parents that should care
For us lovingly
Don't do it out of love
But from necessity
-Hey, over here.
Aren't you the girl from the
other day?
-The girl from the other day
who was dressed like a cupcake.
-I remember you now.
-We don't bite. What do you
say?
You still got time.
-Dude, what's she gonna say.
Can't you see she's mute?
-What are you going on about?
-Hey. She spoke.
-She speaks.
-The choir girl speaks.
Leave her alone.
She can't cut it.
-They're not happy
These girls are just pretending
They're 15 and looking
like old women
Take it at face value
Don't bother asking questions
No happiness for her
Instead it's depression
Working hard
to keep themselves legit
Young or old
Age ain't got a thing to do with
it
Some of them have families
They gotta maintain
Or parents who won't tell them
If they got a good thing
Let me hear it
You starting to come around?
There are two sides
One is up and one is down
Some are happy
Some got tears on their face
From where you're sitting
Who d'you think's winning this
race?
I repeat it, admit it,
and repeat it again
I stand by the words
I have said
Honestly, I feel
Like I'm here to testify
To a town getting more rotten
As every day goes by
-Look, I have a problem
with the roof here.
It leaks, and if it rains
on the day of the wedding...
That can't happen.
Not a single drop of water can
fall.
This looks awful.
[Birds Chirping]
-Hey, sweetheart.
Bring me another beer. This
one's warm.
-Desi, get another one please.
[Door Creaks]
[Bottles Clank]
[Bottle Clank]
-All beers are warm.
-Look. We'll dress it up like a
bride.
He'll take it.
Let's put this here.
You see?
Come here.
I'm gonna throw out
all your brother's old clothes
so you'll stop wearing this
crap.
-Hey, gorgeous.
What's your name?
-My wish is to marry you,
And once we're wed,
May God's blessings on us
spread.
I'm in love with you,
-My wish is to marry you,
-Come with me.
And once we're wed,
May God's blessings on us
spread.
I'm in love with you,
My wish is to marry you,
And once we're wed,
May God's blessings on us
spread.
-How great the joy in my soul
Joy!
Joy in my soul
Joy!
Joy in my heart and in my soul
Hallelujah, praise the Lord
Like a raging river
River!
Like a raging river
River!
Like a raging river in my-
-No, no, no. Wait.
Is that how we rehearsed it?
Is that how we did it?
Let's go again.
Take a deep breath in.
Exhale.
-Is Luz not coming?
-Luz is 13 now.
So?
-She's not gonna waste
her time here anymore.
I am forced to be here,
like the rest of you. Not you.
-My mom says you're almost 13,
too,
but you act like a child.
-I'm not acting any way.
And I come here
because I like to sing.
Because I'm gonna be a singer.
Besides, all my family are
musicians.
-"All my family are musicians."
-Just because I don't wear
those little dresses and heels
like you
doesn't mean you can
talk to me like that.
-When is your
rich cousin coming?
The one bringing me my present.
-He'll invite me to the
wedding, right?
-Don't know. We'll see.
-Hey girls,
what's with the chit-chat?
What's the noise?
What's going on, Desi?
Again from the top.
One, two,
one, two, three.
-How great the joy in my heart
Joy!
Joy in my heart
Joy!
Joy in my heart and in my soul
Hallelujah, praise the Lord
[Bicycle Tires Creak]
[Phone Beeps]
[Footsteps Crunching]
-Laureano.
-Hey, you.
You're a sight for sore eyes.
-Look, Laureano,
I want you to find me a band
that plays a mean Perico Ripiao.
-How many musicians you got?
-I don't play anymore.
My son runs the business now.
"Business. Business."
That's how he says it.
Did you get the music gene,
too, honey?
-I sing.
-And I play the-
-Where can I find your son?
Relax. I'll talk to him.
-Tambourine.
-I'll tell him to give you a
special rate
because you're related
to Joseito Vasquez.
The town trumpet player.
-And our great uncle,
Luciano Vasquez, a national
treasure.
-That's right, kid.
Whatever you say.
-I'm not gonna be negotiating
with any musician who shows up.
-And clean up around here. It's
a pigsty.
-Hey.
-Let's go.
I hope Laureano finds me
some good musicians.
None of those hacks
who play around here.
I always have to do
everything myself.
Lousy musicians.
That's all I want.
-Mom, I'm gonna go to Paquita's.
Auntie told me she needed
something.
-Okay, go.
Don't get sidetracked.
-You already know
Find your block and stick to it
You got lucky
Don't even have zits
-Don't even have zits-
-Stop it. Stop it.
Give me a beat, man.
-Tell me what this bread seller
is talkin' about
This bread seller.
Those pants on you,
man that ain't fashion
Lights, camera, action
Hey, don't play crazy
Just because my flow
Is sounding kinda hazy
Hey, I got that breadfruit
I doubt that you're punting
You're too little
To fill shoes that big
-Let's go-
-Stop. Stop.
Isn't this girl...
the one from the other day
with the puffy dress?
They could hear
those cries all over town.
It looked like you'd been off
k*lling chickens.
Drop me a beat.
I k*ll chickens when I sing
I k*ll dogs and I k*ll cats
And... and...
-Fix that.
-Give it up, boy.
-In my opinion,
that doesn't rhyme
and you're out of tune.
-Okay, okay, but why should I be
on key
if you don't know how to rap.
You know how to rap?
No, you don't.
I do know how to rap.
"Respect the flow."
What are you talking about?
Give me a beat, man.
This little girl comes
to show me up
But doesn't know anything about
rap
Because the one who raps here
Is big daddy
The daddy, the daddy,
the daddy of rap
-No, no, no, you're off the beat
-Fix that.
Kiddo, show him how it's done.
-You're right.
It's true. I don't know how to
rap.
My thing is singing.
But singing for real.
[Cheering]
If you want to hear me sing
Sit, hold your applause
A voice as sweet as mine
Can only be a gift from God
-Don't tell me to sit down
That I have to sing or stay in
key. That...
-No, no. You're lost.
-Go ahead, kiddo.
-How many times?
-If I were you
I'd start fine-tuning my tools
Learn how to rap
And stop looking like a fool
[Cheering]
-Oh, man.
-Give it up, bro.
You brave enough to clap back?
-Give it up, bro.
-Oh, man.
-She smoked you.
[Upbeat Music]
[Car Honking]
[Car Door Opens]
[Trunk Opens]
[Whistles]
-Elvis, my baby!
-The big boss just rolled in,
loaded with cash.
The one who's gonna up
our game. sh*t just got lit!
-You arrived in one piece.
-Auntie!
Honey, welcome to our home.
Darling.
-Did you and I fly on the same
plane and I didn't notice?
-Girl, come say hi to your
cousin.
-Why are you just sitting there?
Bring the suitcases inside.
-No, no, Auntie, we're going to
stay in the new hotel downtown.
But I'll visit you every day.
All day, every day.
Elvis at breakfast,
Elvis at lunch, and Elvis at
dinner.
You'll either love me
or end up sick of me.
-Nena, go get a welcome toast
ready.
-Of course.
And you, help your cousin.
-Annie, make yourself at home.
-Hey, you.
If we weren't related
and I weren't getting married,
I'd be on you like a dog.
You are the prettiest negrita
from Boca Chica to Punta Cana.
Let's go.
-A toast. Wealth and
health for the Vasquez family.
-Amen.
[Sounds of Delight]
-Rum?
I thought it was coffee.
-What's wrong?
She didn't like it?
-She wants coffee, Mom.
-Ahh...
[Cross Chattering]
They are so handsome!
No, no, no, no.
-Come on.
Let's go to the kitchen.
-Take those off.
[Crunching Noises]
[Package Drops]
-Do you like them?
-Yes.
-Look, Elvis. What do you think
of these for the wedding?
[Laughter]
Beautiful, Auntie.
-What about these? This dress.
-Those, too.
-For your favorite auntie in
the world.
-Of course. Lovely.
[Upbeat Music]
[Whistling]
-Hey, you. Up here.
Hey, what's up?
Come through the spot tonight.
There's gonna be a sick rap
battle.
-What's that?
Really? You don't know
what a rap battle is?
Like yesterday and the other
day. You rap, I rap. We both go.
And it'll be...
Flaco Akapella and Veneno Raya.
You know, the battle
is gonna be fire.
Plus, I'll be there.
The best in the DR, Cool Blue
Ral,
and I got a lot of rhymes
to throw at them, so come over
tonight.
-Okay, I'll go.
-What's that supposed to be?
[Water Splashing]
[Crowd Noises]
-Just like Elvis and my brother.
Hmm...
[Surprised Gasp]
Is it true you did
that as a boy?
Its true.
[Laughter]
Used to do that...
and more...
[Kissing Noise]
[Laughter]
Ill fill you in later.
[Laughter]
[Playful Growling]
[Laughter]
[Kissing Noises]
-So, between dishes,
in the downtime, we can serve
a chopped avocado salad-
-No, no, no.
No chopped avocados, Nena.
I want it classy.
Nobody will be able to say
they went hungry at a Vasquez
party.
-Come on, Carmen, they're not
coming to fill up on a fritura.
It's a wedding buffet.
Elvis's wedding. What do you
think, Elvis?
-Try something, please.
Shes been cooking
for days, you know?
-Mmm...hmm.
-What is it?
Is this a raisin?
-Yes.
-What, what?
What's wrong?
What did she say?
-She says everything
is delicious, Mom.
-Oh, thank God.
-As for me, I'd say that...
I don't know.
Three of those and-
three of these, too.
Three of each one. That's it.
-But we can't do that, baby.
How can we have three of each?
We gotta have the food you like.
Your favorites.
You only get married once in a
lifetime.
-That depends.
Annie has had a couple of
weddings now.
[Laughter]
-But then she can't take
communion.
Father Javier wants you at the
church
to bring him the forms and all
that.
And to ask what you want for
mass.
-Baby.
Are yall talking
about the church?
Tell your mom what I said.
-No priest. Just the judge,
and the pay.
-Carmen.
-Well, Auntie.
We're about to be in business.
-Oh, Elvis, that's great.
-Carmen...
Just what business is it
that you're talking about?
-Nena, put the rice in the
middle.
-Elvis. Please, sort this out.
Im going to swim.
Come with me.
Let the adults do the planning.
Lets go play.
Hmm...
[Footsteps Grow Faint]
[Water Rippling]
Wheres your swimsuit?
I don't wear one. I don't like
it.
But you would look so
beautiful.
You know, when they look at you
its not bad.
They do that cause
youre so cute.
[Water Splashing]
You give massage?
Good money. No?
[Water Splashing]
[Singing]
-Why do you think I'm conducting
you? So you'll follow.
But you're all off on your own
doing whatever you want.
That's not singing, right?
That's howling.
One more time.
-It's like a rap beat.
You mark time like you're a
pacemaker.
-Like what?
-Like a pacemaker.
-Like you don't know what that
is.
-Those headphones are dope.
-My cousin got them for me.
-Where's my present?
-Girls. Pay attention. Again.
[Singing]
-Yeah. Just like that.
Move this way a bit.
We're gonna get tons of likes on
this.
Hey, take this. It's my turn.
Come on. Give it.
Okay.
Give me the lipstick.
-Careful with it.
It was an expensive gift from my
cousin.
-Oh really? Expensive, huh?
-Put it on so I can show Desi.
Not too much.
-Look, Desi.
She has headphones just like
yours.
-Hello.
- Where did you get those from,
girl?
- From a friend at work.
-Work?
-But, honey. Take a chill pill.
You're so spoiled.
When you grow up and work like
us,
you'll be able to afford nice
things too.
-Well, excuse me, mom.
She thinks she's such hot stuff.
She thinks
she's the last ice pop in the
shop.
-She thinks she's all that.
-That b*tch. Who invited her?
-Desi, you're so quiet.
Are you the one who invited her?
[Whistling]
[Whistling]
[Crowd Noises]
-They don't get more attention
than Los Teke Teke.
Sexi mami, in those pants
you're looking fine.
Party on Sunday,
drinking a Corona with lime.
She's feeling me
if I light up a blunt,
she's a semi-auto that sparks up
with the press of a button.
[Crowd Chanting]
-Yo. Let's go.
-I'm hittin' 200 km/h on the
dash,
no brakes in sight,
What I spit is venom,
they're jealous, right?
I don't know why they're
all wrapped in that envy s..
Is it my flow or the way I
ignite?
In Boca Chica, talent's taking
flight,
But you, my friend, are out of
sight.
You can't get on my level
My lyrics are deep.
Don't try to stand up
These drugs are putting you to
sleep
'Cause you're just a sidekick.
[Cheering]
-Stop. What's with all the flash
Shake it off and get lost.
Come on, come on.
Hey, hey, hey
It's me, Cool Blue Ral
The master, the king
Far better than you
Who's got it
keeps it, retains the beat
My verses are so tough
They'll break your teeth
Who has... And... And...
-Okay, Ral. Go away, Ral.
-Sit down.
-Get out of here.
Get out of here. We're busy here
We got this going on.
Okay, three, two, one, go.
-Sexi mami, in those pants
you're looking fine.
Party on Sunday,
drinking a Corona with lime.
She's feeling me
if I light up a blunt,
she's a semi-auto that sparks up
with the press of a button.
We got our codes
Not my fault if I have flow
I'm lighting it up
Blunt in my mouth
Rum in my cup
And a mint candy
To help me turn it up
[Upbeat Music]
[Accordion Playing]
-Desi.
-Say hi to your brother.
-Give me a hug.
[Happy Laughter]
[Kissing Noises]
[Laughter]
-You can eat some
of Auntie Nena's Mofongo
tomorrow.
Is there Mofongo in New York?
Hey.
Is there Mofongo in New York?
-Yes, everywhere.
-But not like Auntie's.
Hmm...
Hmm...
[Laughter]
-You're not wrong.
Put it on. Come on.
One arm through here
and the other.
Open it so you can play.
Go ahead.
[Accordion Sounds]
These aren't my old ones.
They look brand new.
-Yeah, Elvis gave them to me.
-I couldn't bring you anything.
-You're more than enough.
-And where is the happy couple
staying?
-In a hotel.
But Mom and
Auntie didn't like that
because they thought
they would stay here.
But it's better.
The gringa can't handle this
heat.
Then they brought them
to the restaurant.
And Elvis said no priest
because the bride doesn't
believe in that.
And Auntie almost lost it.
We're gonna have
the party on the beach.
And Elvis already chose the food
because the gringa doesn't like
anything.
Are you excited to see Elvis?
It's been a while, right?
[Indistinct Chatter]
-It's me, Cool Blue Ral.
The master, the king
Far better than you.
Who's got it
Maintains it, retains the beat
My verses are so tough
They'll break your teeth
-Who has...
-Okay, Ral.
-Hmm...
Hmm...
-My God, Auntie.
This is the best Mofongo
I've ever had.
You're full of it.
-What about the ones you ate
before you left?
-I mean it.
-He's smokin' hot.
-Honey, with looks like those tw
have,
they must have their hands full.
And if not, I'll be here
waiting.
-Girl, leave some for the
rest of us.
-Desi, hand me a napkin,
I'm telling you, Auntie.
For ten years, I've been
dreaming
of eating a Mofongo like yours.
-Oh, don't say that.
You're such a suck-up.
Always saying just what she
wants to hear.
The truth is you
never wanted to visit us.
Desi doesn't have to tell me a
thing.
I know you two talk all the
time.
But you don't give a damn about
me.
You only call me on Christmas.
-And on birthdays, too.
[Laughter]
-As if life can be lived
through a telephone.
-Stop it, Carmen.
Leave the boy alone.
Let him eat.
He's all skin and bones.
Because fame comes
at a cost, huh?
[Laughter]
-Do you want more?
-No, I'm good.
-Go get your brother more
juice.
-No, Auntie. Desi.
-Move, because if you don't work
you won't get paid.
We'll use those chairs. But we
have
to cover them so they look nice.
-Lidia, you'll get the fabric.
-Okay.
And you help her with the
draping.
-And the tablecloths?
-Lace tablecloths, obviously.
Yeah, that will look best.
-Everything has to look stunning
Don't mess it up!
[Engine Running]
-Hey, I liked what you did
the other day.
When you came through and sang.
That's dope.
-I can help you work on your
pitch.
Pitch? I don't need to be in
tune.
-Well, with every song,
every note, you feel a color,
You can use that to find the
pitch.
What color do you feel?
-I don't feel any colors.
What are you talking about?
-Listen and close your eyes.
[Music Plays]
-Black. 100% black.
-Forget it.
Show me more
of those rap videos.
-Yeah, sure. Look.
-What orchestra
are you playing with?
[Waves Crashing]
There's a few.
-I hope it's not one of those
crappy ones that don't cover
enough for food.
-Of course not, Mom.
-Do you need money?
-Says who?
The restaurant is always packed.
Besides, Elvis takes care of us.
I'm just telling you
so you don't end up settling.
Look at your great uncle.
You have to be great
like he was.
-You have to make
it to Carmendi.
-It's Carnegie.
[Waves Crashing]
-When that man left
and we were told that
he was gonna play there
with all those great musicians
you only see on TV,
we were jumping with joy.
You have to be great like him.
Hmm?
-Are you listening?
-What?
You have to make it to the top.
[Music Plays]
-What a great honor
- to meet the musical prodigy
son.
- Likewise.
-He's gonna play with you.
-What? No, Desi.
What are you talking about?
Can't you see they have a full a
band-
-I remember you with that
accordion.
[Mimicking Accordion Noise]
[Laughter]
-Got good swing.
-Oh, you're Fran.
-From New York, right?
-Yeah.
You're well known around here
for being a great one like your
uncle.
-No, great uncle.
The famous Luciano Vasquez.
-Desi, why you got your head
in the clouds, girl?
It's not like that.
I play out there sometimes.
-Whats? Look here, you liar.
He plays in plenty of bands,
and he's always working.
-Let's hear.
Play us something. Come on.
-No.
-Yeah, come on.
-Try it out.
-Come on. Play something.
Play it.
[Instrument Noises]
[Motorcycle Engine Running]
[Instrument Noises]
[Accordion Music Playing]
[Accordion Music Playing]
[Accordion Music Playing]
-It's my baby cousin.
sh*t. The handsomest
Vasquez has arrived.
Look at him.
He's such a man already.
Look at you.
A bit skinny,
but you're alive and kicking.
Come on.
Give me a hug, damn it.
-Congratulations!
Thanks for inviting me.
-Gentlemen, this is the groom
and master of ceremonies.
And this is the best band in
town.
-Well...I can promise you two
things.
First, there's gonna be Romo.
Second, there's gonna be food.
Now, what I need
is for you to play and not stop
not even for a f*cking minute.
Got it?
-I hope you're as
good as your dad
because if not,
I'll come back and k*ll you.
-People won't be able
to stop dancing at your party.
That's my guarantee.
Bachata, merengue...
Whatever your heart desires,
ma'am.
-And surprise, surprise...
-My cousin Fran
will play the wedding march with
you.
-No, no, I don't-
-Yes, yes, yes.
You're more than welcome.
Of course.
-Don't worry.
He'll say no for now, but...
I'll convince him.
[Light Suspenseful Music Playing
-What do you want to do
at the wedding?
-I look at you and I look at
myself.
And I look again.
I look at you and I look at
myself.
And it takes me right back.
[Seagulls Calling]
-Elvis!
-Hey!
Hi.
[Laughter]
[Indistinctly Speaking]
-You have to find me a gringo
to take me to New York.
Are you listening?
-Fran?
-You got a good woman here,
so take care of her.
Take care of her.
-Hi, Fran.
-Hi, Lidia.
-Go, girl!
Congratulations!
-You're crazy, mami!
-I'm gonna go now.
Bye, Fran.
Bye, Desi. Take care.
[Happy Sighing]
[Patting Arm Sounds]
You are so handsome.
Just like Elvis said.
And I have so many cute,
cute friends in Texas.
That I can set you up with.
[Light Music Playing]
We go to Texas?
I go to Texas?
Cause he misses you.
Elvis is happy with you.
You know.
My house is your house.
[Laughter]
Oh, and...
when we get to Texas
theres a line dancing
place right by our house
and you wear cowboy boots.
And a big hat.
[Happy Sighing]
And the girls...
so many girls.
You wont have any trouble
finding one that you like.
Oh you would just love it.
And we have a BBQ
place next to us.
Food is so good.
You will love it!
[Happy Sighing]
-You want a shot?
-Not today.
I have church choir tomorrow.
[Laughter]
-She's a cheeky one.
A toast. Because we got cash
while the haters talk trash.
[Laughter]
For the future!
For the family!
-And I don't want a f*cking
single bodega open on my wedding
day.
-Well, look at that.
Look at that sh*t.
[Scoffing]
-Same old, same old.
-And that's why I left.
Those are little girls.
-Little girls. sh*t.
-They're the same age as Desi.
Desi isn't a kid anymore.
[Gate Opening Noise]
[Sighing]
-I'm glad you came.
-sh*t, I missed you a lot.
-I'll pay back the money
you lent me.
-And for my ticket, too.
-You see?
Don't insult me like that.
Who's asking you to pay up?
Am I asking for your money?
I know I've said it a million
times, but I'll say it again.
Come live in Texas with me,
Fran.
I can introduce you
to all my producer friends
there,
and we'll get your career
to take off.
-Quit it with that, Elvis.
I'm talking to some people,
some-
I know plenty of producers
in New York. My career is fine.
-You're full of sh*t.
You live in a shitty room
in Washington Heights.
That's not living, cousin.
Fran...
I want you to be my best man.
[Scoffs]
What?
-My best man.
[Scoffs]
[Laughter]
-Come on, Elvis.
Why the big rush to get married?
Here of all places?
Seriously, tell me. I want to
know what you needed to do here.
-I'm just a romantic, romantic.
-Idiot.
-Hey...
You gonna show up at my wedding
with your hair looking like
that?
[Scoffs]
[Sighs]
-Let me cut it.
Just like old times.
[Razor Buzzing]
[Music Playing in Background]
[Razor Buzzing]
[Bell Ringing]
[Singing Softly]
[Singing Softly]
-...I'm not blind
Luck isn't the answer
Had to make up my mind
Hit rock bottom
Now I'm on top, you see
The only real person
I can trust is me
-So I have a bunch of tracks
on my phone that are pretty
easy.
There's rap or dembow.
And the beats are
as simple as they come.
It'll work for you. It's like...
[Beat Boxing]
-Okay, but where do I get tracks
that have different keys and
colors?
-Keys and colors? What is that?
That's not rhythm, so what is
it?
-Never mind.
-What? You trying to prep
for the rap battle?
-No. Something like it.
-Okay, and what
do you mean like it?
I want to perform
at my cousin's wedding.
I've written some stuff already.
-That's cool.
You're a songwriter now?
Show me.
I'll give you a beat, and you
sing.
Okay, go. One, two, three.
[Beat Boxing]
-On a rooftop in my 'hood
There's a battle of the minds
I got this crazy flow
That works on its own time
-Hold on.
Let's try something. Stand up.
Let's do this right.
Okay, let's go.
I'm gonna lay down a beat and
film it,
and we'll post it. Let's go.
[Beat Boxing]
-On a rooftop in my 'hood
There's a battle of the minds
I got this crazy flow
That works on its own time
-Chorus girl, no schedule, you
know,
She's got that flow, it's all in
the show,
Her voice got swing, watch it
go,
Drivin' us crazy,
and especially me, it's a go.
[Laughter]
[Music Playing in Background]
-It's so pretty.
-What is it? You must
stand straight.
-Look at how pretty.
-Look how pretty-
-That's mine.
-I got you this.
-That's gorgeous.
Thank you. For me?
-Look, how pretty.
It's beautiful.
Thank you so much.
I don't know, Carmen,
but I wouldn't let
my daughter dress like that
because she looks about 25
and she's only 12.
She doesn't even have boobs.
That dress has
more scales than a fish.
-This is fine. She has to
understand
that she's a young woman
already.
-I don't know.
-Elvis!
[Indistinct Talking]
[Motorcycle Engine Roaring]
[Material Crunching]
-Wow.
Such a beauty.
Tell me, princess,
do you ride motorcycles?
[Heels Clicking]
This side.
[Happy Sigh]
-You be careful, Elvis.
[Motorcycle Engine Starting]
[Seagulls Calling]
[Upbeat Music Plays]
[Engine Running]
[Engine Running]
[Engine Slowing Down]
[Music Playing in Background]
-Wait here, okay?
-Hey, man.
[Crowd Noises]
[Footsteps Crunching]
[Footsteps Crunching]
[Laughter]
[Traffic Noises]
-Hey, gorgeous!
[Upbeat Music]
[Heels Click]
[Upbeat Music]
[Music Playing]
[Water Splashing]
[Water Splashing]
[Water Splashing]
[Music Playing in Distance]
-Would you like some company?
[Water Gurgling]
Would you like some company?
[Music Playing in Background]
[Water Splashing]
[Music Playing in Background]
-Are you okay?
Do you need help?
Come with me.
I know a nice place.
-Desi.
-Mmm...hmm.
-All good? Yeah?
[Indistinct Talking]
-For God's sake!
[Shoes Clank]
[Snoring]
-Desi.
I'm glad you're home,
sweetheart, and-
What's wrong?
What's with that face?
-I walked home,
and these stupid shoes hurt my
feet.
-Where's Elvis?
-He told me to wait, and a fat,
drunk gringo threw himself at
me.
-What?
-So I had to come home alone.
-What the f*ck?
God forgive me, but...
Elvis can't come and do that
here.
He can't come into our home
bringing more trouble
than we already have.
And he can't put you in that
situation.
Wait until I see that boy.
-I'll show Elvis.
-What are you yammering about?
-What's going on here?
-Look at her feet.
What? A tiny little blister.
Grow up.
You're a woman,
and you have to act like it.
-What?
What are you saying?
What do you mean a little
blister?
You see the bubble on her foot?
And she just told me that a
sleazy,
drunk gringo threw himself at
her.
-That's none
of your f*cking business!
-What do you mean
it's none of my business?
Are you insane?
Please understand.
Listen to your daughter!
She came here all by herself,
walking at this time of night.
What if some
f*cking creep had hurt her?
Listen! Understand.
[Flame Ignites]
-That son of a b*tch.
I had a deal going with them.
-Just don't bring me into it.
[Traffic Noises]
-What's going on?
What are you two scheming?
Elvis, God bless you!
-Nothing's going on.
We were waiting for you, Mom.
-I can't do this all by myself.
We're running way behind.
[Metal Clanking]
-You are so self-centered.
-You're overreacting.
Do you want her to deal
with the same crap we went
through?
Do you want her to go through
the same stuff we did?
-I lifted myself up on my own.
Me and my kids.
Nobody gave me any handouts.
Not a cent.
Nobody gave me any damn help.
-God bless you.
[Waves Crashing]
[Birds Chirping]
-What if a tsunami comes?
What'll we do?
[Laughter]
-That won't happen.
[Wind Rustling]
-The younger Vasquez
has it going on.
Everything in all the right
places.
Would you touch me
if I were a trumpet?
-Those balloons are
under-inflated.
-I can blow harder if you ask.
-Damn it.
-f*ck.
[Waves Crashing]
[Light Cough]
I'll even be an accordion
if you'll play me.
-Stop barking up the wrong tree.
This musician plays
for a different band.
-Stop messing around.
You don't work, you don't get
paid.
-We're working.
-Desi, come here.
Deliver this to Laureano.
And tell him that's all there is
for him.
[Waves Crashing]
-Give me your hand, Caridad
This pain is k*lling me.
Give me your hand, Caridad
This pain is k*lling me.
-A toast to this guy, who's
making it
- out in New York!
- Hear hear!
To even more success!
-In all honesty, you're right.
I do work a lot, but...
Just like everyone else, you
know?
-May you have lots of success
and may God grant you a good
life.
-Thanks. Amen.
-I send them everything you send
me.
-How are the grandkids, Johnny?
-Don't change the subject.
You don't work in a bodega or a
delivery boy.
You play that instrument.
That's a big deal, my boy.
-Listen to how well he plays.
-You play well.
-Your grandfather.
The twins' father.
And your cousin who's getting
married.
He was a beast on that trumpet.
-Until he got drunk...
-Well.
and lost it.
-And we had to look for it.
-So give me your hand, Caridad.
Because this pain is k*lling me.
So give me your hand, Caridad.
Because this pain is k*lling me.
-Just as talented as Luciano
Vasquez,
your great uncle.
[Laughter]
-What are you talking about?
-Luciano could improvise like a
god.
-Hmm.
-Give me your hand, Caridad.
[Footsteps Shuffling]
-Desi.
What's going on with you?
-I don't wanna be part of this
family.
-What are you saying?
You're a liar, and you know it!
Why didn't you send me
a video of your concert?
If you were a real musician, you
would.
Or you'd have lots of likes.
-What are you talking about,
Desi?
Life is about more than likes.
-Okay. It's not all about likes.
But why do you care what people
say?
-Hey, you're acting like a child
and you know you're not a child,
right?
-It's not about that.
I don't want to be like everyone
else.
-Desire. De-
[Sighs]
[Music Playing]
[Music Grows Louder]
-Carmen...
I'm not sure I can stand these.
-Deal with it, Nena.
Your son only gets married once.
-Here.
-Alright.
Let's get this on.
-How do I look?
-Good.
It's all bunched up.
-Yeah, pull it down.
-Carmen.
Yuleisy, you look gorgeous.
-God bless you, girl.
-Amen. Same to you.
-Hi, baby.
-Hi.
-How are you doing?
-Where's Desi?
Good.
- She must be changing.
- I only see desserts here.
If there's no meat, oh boy.
That girl.
[Music Playing]
-What's wrong with you?
Yuleisy's here,
and you haven't even changed.
-Mom, stop.
She wasn't feeling well last
night.
She must be sick or something.
She was throwing up.
-Throwing up?
Who's throwing up?
-Go ahead, Auntie.
I'll stay with her.
I'm going to make a shot of
lemon and baking soda
so you feel better.
[Footsteps Shuffling]
[Headphones Crash]
-You think you're a little
princess?
Huh!
Either you get yourself out of
bed, or I'll do it for you.
Got it?
-I'm not going. I don't feel
good.
-Listen, you little sh*t.
Do you think you have a choice?
Cut the sh*t.
It's your cousin's wedding day.
Now put on the dress he brought
you. Yuleisy is
waiting to do your hair.
And people are arriving.
-Always-
-What did you just say?
Huh!
Say it again,
and I'll break your teeth.
-Always "the people."
-Put on the dress
your cousin brought you.
[Waves Crashing]
-Yuleisy worked a
miracle on that girl.
-What miracle, Carmen?
She just caked on a bunch of
makeup.
-She looks gorgeous.
-Come on, Desi. Give me a hand.
-And the people are arriving,
and this still isn't done.
What is this?
Get over here, Omar.
[Sand Shuffling]
[Waves Crashing]
[Birds Chirping]
-Where are you headed?
-Do you have an invitation?
-Yes.
-Who invited you?
You sure?
[Waves Crashing]
[Microphone Humming]
[Light Music Playing]
-Wanna give me a
cigarette, baby?
-Wow, you all look nice.
Outstanding even.
-These dresses aren't cheap.
-You ladies have-
some debts about to come
due or something?
-Don't even start.
We're up to our necks in debt.
With the new
Vasquez family travel agency.
-The new travel agency-
How so?
-You're either dumb
or pretending to be.
-You know very well that these
dresses came
from your cousin and the gringa.
-Why would you get mixed up in
that?
Huh!
-Who do you think you are?
You think you're better than us
because you live in New York?
We earn our keep here
by working, sweetie.
Money doesn't grow on trees.
-Look, little gringo.
The person who
supports my family is me.
The person who
brings in money is me.
What about you?
Do you support your mom?
-I don't think so.
-Don't be blind, boy.
-Everyone complains,
and I'm the one to fix it in the
end.
-Sure.
-Look at that shirt. My God.
Wear this.
-And who are you?
-We're Desi's friends.
-And what do you want?
-We came to do
some choreography here.
-Oh, honey, there's no time
for choreography here.
-When you need me,
don't come looking.
-Hello. The civil ceremony
is about to be underway.
Can you confirm some info
for me, please?
Elvis Presley Vasquez.
Is that the groom's name?
-Yes. That's my nephew.
-Okay.
-Is this right here?
-No, this is wrong.
[Waves Crashing]
[Birds Singing]
[Music Playing]
[Music Playing]
[Crowd Noise]
[Music Playing]
-The happy couple!
-Here's to the happy couple!
-Here's to them!
-Woah. The gringa is dancing.
[Crowd Noise]
[Music Playing]
[Hands Clap]
[Music Playing]
[Crowd Noise]
-Everybody, quiet down.
We have a surprise for you.
Here with you tonight,
the best the island has to
offer.
A round of applause.
That's right.
[Drums Beating]
[Sigh]
[Music Playing]
-Hit rock bottom
Now I'm on top, you see
The only real person
I can trust is me
Luck isn't the answer
Had to make up my mind
Learned right and wrong
In these streets of mine
Hit rock bottom
Now I'm on top, you see
The only real person
I can trust is me
Luck isn't the answer
Had to make up my mind
Learned right and wrong
In these streets of mine
You're all old enough
You know what's in store
You know it's wrong
and keep doing more
Walking on the streets
What's the sidewalk for?
At my tender age
I've seen the raids
b*ll*ts flying
Not a scene for Instagram
I won't leave the 'hood
where I'm from
Where I grew up
And my life's gone on
It may sound c*ck
What I'm gonna say
I'm the best rapper
In the whole country
Head held high
I represent, I'm real
My family's pride and joy
Gonna be the real deal
They criticize me
For dressing like a boy
I don't care if dresses look
nice
Luz, I have too much flow
For a town this dead
Everyone just wants money
Enough said
When I hit the bottom
Shipwrecked in the deep
See the scorpion
Climb out from the trash heap
I never got support
No shoulder to cry on then
The Bible tells us
not to trust men
Count to three
No one compares to me
The best in my hood
And I'll make you see
You're a sassy girl,
but I've got my vocal cords
May not be the best
But I'm willing to do more
Hit rock bottom
Now I'm on top, you see
The only real person
I can trust is me
Luck isn't the answer
Had to make up my mind
Learned right and wrong
In these-
-streets of mine
[Accordion Playing]
[Quiet Chattering]
[Microphone Humming]
-As the best man,
I'd like to say something, too.
I'd first like to talk about-
About family, Desi.
The Vasquez family
In the Vasquez family, we're
artists.
Good people.
And we are a bunch of
bullshitters.
Professional bullshitters.
And I'm the biggest one of all.
You think I walk everywhere
with my accordion,
24/7, full-time. Bullshit.
That's a lie.
You know it, Carmen.
She knows it.
Everyone and their mother knows
it.
The woman who thinks her sh*t
doesn't stink, tell everyone
here the truth.
Don't you see?
The people, Desi.
Like you said.
Always what will people think.
All that matters is what others
think.
I work as a delivery boy.
-Fran, give me the mic.
-No, wait.
I'm a f*cking pizza delivery guy
in New York. That's what I do.
Desi...
Desi, she lied to us.
She had us believing we're
related to the great
Luciano Vasquez. A f*cking lie.
Joseito just took
a picture with him once
And from that, all this talk of,
"We're family and this and
that." It's a lie.
We don't share a drop of blood
with that man.
Let everyone here know.
And you all know who Joseito
was.
The one who drank and drank
and drank and got drunk
and r*ped his daughters.
Listen up. Both of them.
[Gasping]
I'll shut up because it's Elvis'
wedding.
I don't wanna...
But tell them.
Tell everybody here.
The only one in my family
who doesn't lie.
The only one who always speaks
the truth.
But all of you...
Tell them what you and
those old tourists did to us.
Tell them, Elvis.
All of you...
You are more to blame than Elvis
is.
Because you're willing to give
him,
to gift to him,
to lend him your daughters
for him to sell to tourists.
And that is what is
happening here in this town.
For those who don't know. I'll
say it now, and I can sing it,
too, if you want.
[Accordion Playing]
-Let's go.
Let's get out of here.
[Crying]
-Ladies and gentlemen,
let's keep the party going.
Don't let the drunks ruin the
party.
Don't stop dancing. Let's go.
Keep the party going.
Hit the music.
Let the party resume.
That's it! Let's go!
[Waves Crashing]
Do you want more water?
Drink this.
[Waves Crashing]
[Lighter Clicking]
[Waves Crashing]
-You're braver than I am.
I'd like to be, Desi, but...
I don't want to be like the
people
in this town either.
I don't want to be
like the people in this town. I
don't-
But I'm the same as them.
Or worse.
But you're not.
Not yet.
You're different. Unique. And...
-What?
-What do you mean what?
-What what?
-What?
W-w-w-what...
[Laughter]
-You're the best.
That's what.
[Laughter]
-You got the power, princess.
Hit it.
[Waves Crash]
[Case Thuds]
Like I said, there aren't
many accordionists like you.
[Whistling]
-Desi, come and see.
-For real.
Everyone's talking about you.
They're saying you're a hardcore
rapper.
You're the best. Look.
[Beat Boxing]
-Desi, you k*lled it.
-You're a star.
-Who's this girl?
-What's he saying?
-Desi, are you seeing
what's going on with you?
[Music Playing]
[Camera Snaping]
-Stop. It's not all about likes,
girls.
[Silly Noises]
[Waves Crashing]
-I know you're not related to
Luciano,
but you play like you are.
Just consider the tour.
-If I give you a pizza,
can I go on tour?
You can give me all the pizzas
you want,
and I'll be there to receive
them.
[Waves Crashing]
[Laughter]
[Sigh]
[Music Playing]
-It's over.
The party's over.
Everyone, drain your glass and
go home.
Let's go.
[Waves Crashing]
[Feet Shuffling]
[Hang Grabbing Noises]
[Heavy Breathing]
-I'm not your toy
anymore, that's over.
-You ruined my wedding.
-Oh, sure.
[Waves Crashing]
[Waves Crashing]
[Footsteps]
[Rooster Crowing]
-Let's make a deal.
You're gonna finish school.
-I want to leave this place.
There's nothing for me here.
[Sigh]
-Okay.
The guys from the band
offered me a job.
For a festival
on the other side of the
country.
You wanna go with me?
[Waves Crashing]
-Run! Run, Desi, run!
[Bus Engine Roars]
[Footsteps Pattering]
[Bus Engine Idles]
[Motorcycle Engine Revs]
[Laughter]
[Motorcycle Engine Revs]
[Bus Engine Starts]
[Bus Engine Roars]
[Swing Rattles]
[Music Plays]
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