Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights

November 1958,

my senior year of high school.

While other girls

were dancing to Elvis...

and dreaming about prom dates...

I was reading Jane Austen

and dreaming about college.

And then my parents announced...

we were moving to Cuba--

in a week.

Slamming doors and

giving the silent treatment...

couldn't change that...

but it was easier than admitting

I was really scared.

At least everyone else

was happy.

Dad got his big promotion

from Ford.

Mom got to travel in style,

and Susie...

I swear that girl

could adjust in a hurricane.

Welcome to the Hotel Oceana.

Not too shabby, huh?

Here's what I know about Cuba--

my high-school French

wasn't going to help me.

I didn't know a single person...

and though no one

would talk about it...

Fidel Castro was leading

a people in a revolution...

against President Batista...

not that you would know it

from this place.

This is Cuba.

Nobody cares what you do here.

Susie, you want a smoke?

Watch out for this one.

She's a bad influence.

I'll take that as a compliment.

She'll have you

ditching classes in no time.

As I recall,

there's a certain someone...

that likes to ditch them

with me.

Don't forget to sign up

for mambo lessons.

Mambo classes

are held every day...

My God.

June Cleaver is in Havana.

Actually, that's my sister

Katey. She's a real brain.

Oh, really?

Yeah. She's probably going

to Radcliffe.

What, majoring in fashion?

Why don't you join us?

There's room here.

I'm James Phelps.

Hi. Katey Miller.

Pleasure to meet you.

- Are you the--

- Yeah.

- Your dad works for my dad.

- Yeah.

This is Sheila, Eve,

Polly, and Steph...

and I guess you know Susie,

right?

So, are you really going

to Radcliffe?

I won't know till spring.

Whoa. Watch out, girls.

I guess if your head's

in your books...

you really don't have time...

to think about

silly things like the weather.

Chilly?

Oh.

I'm so sorry. It's my fault.

No, just go get new drinks.

Stupid spic.

Excuse me.

- Excuse me. Seor?

- How may I help you, seorita?

I knocked into those drinks.

I'd like to pay for them.

That will not be necessary.

Accidents happen. Excuse me.

I speak English...

and I don't need your charity.

It's not.

Don't worry about it. It's OK.

I'm sorry

for what she called you.

- That was nothing.

- Not to me.

Then why are you apologizing?

You guys were so good.

Your mother was good. I was OK.

- Dad?

- Hmm.

I'm sorry I haven't been

excited about all of this.

Sweetheart, it's OK.

Senior year is a terrible time

to drag you out of school...

especially when

you're the star of the class.

- Dad.

- Come on. Don't deny it.

Be proud of it.

You'll do great here, too.

I can't stand on your feet

anymore.

- Hey, you remembered that.

- Yeah.

Very good.

Let's continue

where we left off.

Book 18, page 25.

Katey, just do your best

to follow, all right?

It's OK. I read it last year.

Knock it off.

Well, then perhaps you'd like

to begin reading at line 342.

"Now the suitors

turned to dance and song...

"to the lovely beaten sway...

"waiting for dusk

to come upon them there...

and the dark night came

upon them, lost in pleasure."

Can anyone tell us...

the significance

of this passage?

It's a bunch of drunk guys

doing it.

Athena wants the suitors to

keep invading Odysseus' house...

so that he'll get angry enough

to kill them.

And why does the goddess

want that?

She wants Odysseus

to find his strength...

and courage?

Very good.

Need a ride home?

No. I'm OK. I got

a lot of catching up to do.

You know, a lot of girls...

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