Chico & Rita Page #2

the Fausto theater at 10 PM tonight.

- Don't let me down!

- But don't forget,

I'm only doing it for the money!

Hey, come here!

What did you tell him?

Me? Nothing. You know me,

I wouldn't breathe a word!

Wait... wait up!

- Where you headed?

- Let me give it a shot!

What are you doing, man?

You don't know

the first thing about riding bikes.

I'll bring it back tonight.

Goddammit!

What are you doing here?

Is your neighborhood off-limits?

- I don't like people being nosey.

- Who does that house belong to?

Do I ask you about the floozies

crawling around your place?

You telling me you live

with another man?

Is that him?

I told you he'd make you suffer.

- Rita, let's just forget it.

- Ok.

I'll forget about you

and you forget about me.

Come on, baby!

You mean nothing to me!

I don't know you from Adam!

Don't even think

about following me!

You know what?

I'd kiss the ground you walk on if

you lived in a cleaner neighborhood.

And now, the moment

we've all been waiting for.

Especially our contestants.

The grand prize,

as you all know, is 500 pesos

plus a one-month contract

at the Hotel Nacional.

And the winners

of the Fourth Annual RHC

Cadena Azul Amateur Contest are...

Couple Number 21!

Chico and Rita!

A song that was a hit

more than fifty years ago.

By Chico and Rita.

You're listening

to "Yesterday's Melodies"

on Radio Progreso.

I never meant to own you,

I was a nobody,

lacking vanity

I gave you

The best of my life

You have a marvelous voice.

One of those voices that you have to

listen to with your eyes closed.

Of course, in your case

it would be a shame.

You see those girls over there?

I could take any one of them

and make a star out of her.

They're dying for somebody

to discover them.

Like I've done with you.

What's your price?

The price of success is success.

I mean real success.

And I'm not talking Havana.

I'm talking New York!

New York?

My dream!

Is that a "yes"?

It's an "of course"

as in "when do we leave?".

Now you're talking!

But where's Chico's name?

Chico?

Hey, honey,

how can I leave without him?

New York is full of piano players.

Chico's not just a piano player.

Chico is...

well, Chico.

Wait.

Leave me alone!

Is that what you like?

Having these guys

at your beck and call?

I'm sure you didn't tell him

to get lost.

You were straight in there.

And where are you going with him?

Oh, let me guess.

Why settle for

a sh*t-hole of a room

when you can have

a suite at the Nacional?

All settled.

I still don't see Chico's name.

Two names or none!

Chico!

Chico!

What's up?

- I'm looking for Chico.

- I didn't hear him arrive.

She hears what she wants to hear.

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