Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights Page #3

Yeah. I know you.

So, the country club

wasn't all you expected?

We thought we'd expand

our horizons a little bit.

Oh, you mean actually

experience La Havana?

Do you mind if I dance

with your date?

Well, you'll have to ask her.

OK.

Te quiero Havana,

the rhythm pumpin' in my heart

In la rosa

We dance to the tempo

of love

Shall we give

your boyfriend a show?

He's not my boyfriend.

Let your body talk

till the voice in you says

Baby

I'm the one you find

deep in the groove

That has your body

and your senses

I'm the heat inside

when rhythm and love collide

Cuba

Let me introduce myself

Represent, represent

Cuba

Represent, represent

Cuba

Hey, me msica

Represent, represent

Cuba

Represent, represent

Cuba

Hey, tu msica

Lose your date?

Must be that Yankee

dancing with my brother.

Good of you to bring

your girlfriend to Havana...

while you still

have the chance.

Why? Are you gonna

run us gringos out?

That's right, comebola,

so keep smiling.

Let me introduce myself

Cuba

Represent, represent

Cuba

Cuba

Represent, represent

Cuba

Hey, tu msica

Represent, represent

Cuba

Orishas underground

de Havana

Represent, represent

Cuba

Hey, tu msica

Raoul y Esmerelda...

king and queen

of La Rosa Negra.

When they dance,

the floor is theirs.

You're as good a dancer

as he is.

Katey, this is

my brother Carlos.

- Arturo and Miguel.

- Hola.

Hola.

We were just talking politics.

Really? Well,

my brother loves talking.

Javier doesn't like

to talk politics.

After all, the revolution...

would screw up his job

kissing your asses.

And where's

the revolution tonight?

On the dance floor?

While you boys kiss

and make up...

we're gonna get

some fresh air.

Let's go.

I was enjoying the dancing.

You were very hot.

It's not

the safest part of town.

No, don't.

Take me home, will you--

Stop it! Get off!

You didn't say no to him.

No!

Katey! Katey,

get back in the damn car!

I'll take you home.

Hey.

Hey.

- Where is he?

- He's gone. He's gone.

It's OK. It's OK. I'm fine.

My dad works for his dad.

I just want to forget about it.

Don't worry.

I'll take you home.

Come on.

I should have seen it coming.

I guess I'm not used to--

Bastards?

Guys.

What? You never had

a boyfriend in America?

No. I liked this one guy,

but it didn't work out.

Why not?

He didn't know I existed.

Oh, yeah.

That could be a problem.

This is as far as I go.

The staff is not supposed

to mix with guests.

It took me a long time

to find this job.

You'd be in trouble

for walking me up there?

Yeah.

That's ridiculous.

Adios.

Thanks for walking me home.

I'm sorry your evening

was so difficult.

Not all of it was.

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