♪
My name is Roman Compte,
and I'm the general manager of The Mutiny Club.
Let's play "find the DEA agent at the martini bar."
[Zulio] Why did you never tell me
that your brother's the biggest trafficker in Miami?
We went our separate ways.
I'm gonna need you to provide us with intel about his operation.
Your brother is a very dangerous man.
They threatened to arrest me
and take Valeria away if I don't cooperate.
You're Janice Nichols. Hot damn. I love your film.
I did that film against my will.
[Nestor] Chucho, that's my brother.
We came from Cuba, and you abandoned me.
I didn't wanna kill people so I could sell drugs.
I might be willing to help you,
but you're gonna have to prove that I can trust you.
There's something else going on, Nestor.
[Roman] Some Haitians stole Nestor's shipment.
- He's gonna buy it back. - Where?
All units ready to engage.
- [Roman] Isn't that the meet? - Oh, we switched it.
You know, Chucho-- he smells a rat everywhere.
- What the fuck?! - [Nestor] Those Haitians--
they got another thing coming.
[Chucho] Fucking rat.
[man] We gotta get him to a fucking hospital.
Come on, hurry! Let's go!
[in Spanish]
[seabirds calling]
[Zulio] Let me get this fucking straight!
A bunch of coke-dealing Haitians
your brother was supposed to meet with
wind up dead, shot full of holes.
Chucho Ramirez winds up in the ER
in the middle of the night with a bullet in his throat.
You're with Nestor the whole time,
and you know nothing about any of this?!
Nestor took me to the meet, but he had me wait in the car.
Why, Roman, would he do that?
The same reason he gave me a fake meeting address.
He doesn't trust me yet. He's testing me.
I'm gonna get the information from you about your brother,
or you can kiss your daughter goodbye, huh?
You know, listen, asshole.
I risked my life even being there,
and I'm gonna report you and all your kabooms.
To who? My group supervisor?
Your local congressman? Who, Roman?
[sighs] Look, I got this Chucho Ramirez
under 24-hour guard.
Son of a bitch is unconscious right now.
But if he makes it out of the ICU,
he and I are gonna have a little chat.
Good. What are his chances?
I don't know.
But you ought to pray to God that miserable piece of shit
survives and spills on Nestor. Huh?
[dramatic music plays]
[door closes, footsteps approach]
Catalina.
[in Spanish]
Listen, I need you to have faith.
Because I really feel Chucho's going to recover.
I've asked my madrina to come by tomorrow
to ask the Orishas for protection...
for him.
I want you to meet Chucho's family.
This is Catalina, his wife,
and his children, Rosa and Manuel.
This is Hermano Romano.
This is the man that helped me save Chucho.
Gracias.
[in Spanish]
[Catalina cries softly]
Chucho isn't just my number two.
He's the most loyal guy I've ever known.
Well, he will very likely be under guard.
[speaks in Spanish]
How many things have you and I done
that everybody said was impossible?
Not walk into a hospital guarded by U.S. law enforcement.
Chucho is like a brother to me.
I would do for him as I would do for you.
[sighs]
Well, if he's your brother, then he's my brother, too.
[theme song playing]
- ♪ Yeah ♪ - ♪ Hotel Cocaine ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪ - [laughs]
♪ You ready for more? ♪
♪ I got it ♪
-♪ Erotic ♪ - ♪ Yes ♪
-♪ Exotic, you got it ♪ - ♪ You got it ♪
- ♪ The yayo ♪ - ♪ The yayo ♪
- ♪ Perico ♪ - ♪ Perico ♪
- ♪ Polvo blanco ♪ - ♪ Polvo blanco ♪
♪ You ready for more? ♪
♪ Curious, furious, Sensual, chemical ♪
♪ Mysterious, delirious ♪
♪ Baby, why so serious? ♪
♪ It ain't what it seems ♪
♪ Your secret's safe with me ♪
♪ Curious, furious ♪
♪ Sensual, chemical ♪
♪ Mysterious, delirious ♪
♪ Baby, why so serious? ♪
♪ It ain't what it seems ♪
♪ Your secret's safe with me ♪
♪
♪ I got it ♪
-♪ Erotic ♪ - ♪ Yes ♪
♪ Exotic ♪
-♪ You got it ♪ - ♪ You got it ♪
-♪ The yayo ♪ - ♪ The yayo ♪
- ♪ Perico ♪ - ♪ Perico ♪
-♪ Polvo blanco ♪ - ♪ Polvo blanco ♪
♪ You know where we at ♪
♪ Hotel Cocaine ♪
♪ Might just blow your brain ♪
♪ Might just maintain ♪
♪ Might just do the thing ♪
♪ You know where we at ♪
♪ Hotel Cocaine ♪
♪ Are you ready for more? ♪
♪ Ready for more? ♪
[disco music playing]
[indistinct conversations]
Roman. Look at this.
Can you fucking believe it?
- Yeah. So? - They're counterfeit.
People are manufacturing
these goddamn cards to get into the club.
Oh, shit.
Whoever made these went to a lot of trouble.
Yeah, it's easier to just print the money.
A lot of people in Miami have money.
Very few have Mutiny cards.
Burn these. Where's Janice?
[Latin music playing]
[singing in Spanish]
Roman, this is Rick James, grandmaster of funk.
Rick, this is Roman Compte, our kickass general manager.
Sir James, I'm a huge fan.
Your songs really get our dance floor grooving.
Thank you, brother.
Anything you need? Can I get you a drink, a bite?
- On the house, of course. - Hmm. Cocaine.
- That sounds about right. - Yeah, we need a few grams.
I just need a quick word with Janice,
and then I'll dig some up. It's a pleasure.
♪
How's it going?
If making sure the guests don't put their hands down
one of my girls' bikinis is your idea of a good time,
I'm having a blast.
I need a favor.
Does your friend Nancy still work at Mercy Hospital?
Yeah. What kind of favor?
I need the health status
on a patient admitted last night.
- Mm-hmm. - Chucho Ramirez.
Are you serious?
He got shot.
And how does that involve you?
You can't repeat this to anyone, Janice.
Yeah, of course.
Nestor Cabal is my brother.
- What? - Yeah.
That DEA asshole Zulio is forcing me to spy on him,
or he'll hit me with some bullshit drug charges
and take Valeria away.
How can he do that?
You need to get a lawyer. That's--
I can't risk it.
Yeah, I went with Nestor and Chucho to a...
a meet last night,
and somehow Chucho figured out I'm working for the DEA.
So look, I-I had to.
It was... It was either him or me.
I had to shoot him, and he survived.
- Oh, my God. - Yeah.
If he lives, and he tells Zulio I shot him,
I'll be sent to jail.
And if he tells Nestor I'm working with the feds,
I will be face-down in the Everglades.
So, what the hell are you gonna do?
[Eleventh Hour] ♪ Gitchie, Gitchie, ya-ya, da-da ♪
♪ Gitchie, gitchie Ya-ya, here ♪
♪ Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya ♪
♪ Creole Lady Marmalade ♪
[whirring, music playing muted in background]
Hi, sugar.
- Hi, Roman. - Hey, Roman.
[music continues, muted in background]
♪ Gitchie, gitchie, Ya-ya, da-da ♪
♪ Gitchie, gitchie Ya-ya, here ♪
[Burton] Rick, look at the women around you.
You're gonna get out of this funk.
Just relax.
Take it all in.
♪
[Roman] You guys have been on a bit of a tear.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
- Mm. - Mr. James?
[Burton] Yes. One, two.
How about a little mood picker-upper?
- No, man. - Rick. This isn't like you.
Roman, we've gotta cheer this guy up.
Even the girls aren't doing it for him.
♪ Ah ♪ The Bolivian pink.
[inhales loudly]
- Rick, are you sure? - I ain't feeling it.
He's got writer's block.
I'm sorry to hear that.
You know, maybe being here will do the trick.
Uh, Crosby, Stills & Nash wrote a whole album here.
[Burton] And if I'm not mistaken, Keith Richards
came up with "Beasts of Burden" at our very own urinal.
[Rick] You aren't gettin' it.
When my album dropped, I got everything I always wanted.
Money, chicks, fame.
But then the music stopped.
Rick, trust me, you'll get your inspiration back.
That's what The Mutiny is all about.
[inhales deeply, exclaims]
♪
- I gotta get back. - [Burton] Oh, Roman.
Don't worry, Valeria's confirmation--
I will be there. Wouldn't miss it for the world.
- Gracias. - Familia.
[Roman] Later, Rick.
[sighs]
♪
[scoffs] I don't know how you can stand
being a part of this freak show every night.
For a guy who hates this freak show, you're here a lot.
What are you, fucking with me?
This place is a goddamn cornucopia of information.
I can tell if someone brought in a load
by how many cases of champagne they ordered.
You want me here for a reason, or you're just lonely?
I came to brighten your evening.
You suck at that.
About a year ago, some coked-up Peruvians
rescued their boss out of a hospital from Dade County.
I wouldn't put it past your brother
to do something that ballsy.
Give him a call.
Tell him you heard from one of your bozos
here at the club that the DEA--
they doubled protection on Chucho.
♪
Is that it?
That'll do.
♪
[disco music playing]
♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, everyone ♪
What the fuck are you doing here?
You look good, Janice.
Still haven't answered my question.
I came to ask your forgiveness.
- You wanna sit? - No, I do not.
What you did and what I went through is unforgivable.
Can you leave now, or should I get a bouncer?
I'll go if you want me to.
But I've learned that forgiveness
isn't just for those seeking it,
but also for those who forgive.
I reserved a room hoping we could talk.
Maybe grab a coffee tomorrow.
If you decide you don't want to,
I'll check out, and you'll never see me again.
Your call.
[disco music continues playing]
Thanks, sweetheart.
Connect with Nancy?
Yeah, she said Chucho's in and out of consciousness,
still in intensive care,
but the doctors are expecting him to recover.
Shit.
Did she say when he will be moved out of there?
No.
Okay.
Thanks.
I don't think you should go anywhere near that hospital.
[dog barking in distance]
[Roman] Where's Valeria?
[Marisol] Uh, she's getting ready.
Listen, her confirmation class-- I got a call she skipped it.
Confirmation's tomorrow.
You need to talk to her.
I will.
[sighs] Like I need more shit right now.
And while you do that, my love,
I am going to read you a poem from a fellow Cuban.
Uh...
Escucha. [clears throat]
[in Spanish]
So... you want me to die by your hand?
Yes, to prove your undying love for me.
You drive a hard bargain.
- Sí. - [footsteps approaching]
[Valeria clears throat]
Sorry to interrupt, but I have to go.
And I will drive you to school.
We have to have a little talk about confirmation class.
Now don't look at her.
This is about us.
Ale.
[church bells toll]
[bell tolling]
All right, enough of the silent treatment.
Let's talk about this class you skipped.
This whole confirmation thing
is about me becoming a soldier of Christ.
But how is that possible if I think it's all bullshit?
Yeah.
[sunglasses clatter]
It's not bullshit.
- Really? - Really.
What kind of God sends teenagers out to die
in some stupid war in Vietnam?
Or lets the world create a bomb
that could annihilate us all?
Or...
Or what?
Or takes Mom from us.
I understand. I really do.
I don't know how God works,
but I know that He created your mom.
So... He must have had a good reason...
for taking her away.
[sighs]
[indistinct conversations, laughter]
I don't have much time,
so be quick about what you have to say.
Can you at least have a seat?
Please?
[sighs]
They said this could be tough.
Who's "they"?
Um, I've been doing something called EST.
It's about trying to become a better person.
Part of that includes reconnecting
with people you haven't seen in a while to make amends.
You lured me and every one of those girls into a sex ring
using drugs and alcohol
and whatever else you could find to do it.
You spill that?
Yeah, I did.
Janice, I'm sorry.
I hope you can find forgiveness
if and when you think I'm ever worthy of it.
Phil, I'm not sure I can ever forgive you.
But I admit it feels good to hear you say that.
Thank you.
Chucho will be moved from the intensive care unit
on the third floor to a private room
on the second that I have arranged.
Now, there's an elevator, but he'll be on a gurney,
so he'll be wheeled down a ramp.
When they roll that gurney down the ramp,
we'll be with it every step of the way.
Nestor, the DEA is fucking wise to this.
[in Spanish]
You understand me? All I know is when Chucho comes out,
Guillermo's gonna be there,
and he's gonna intercept the DEA
before they get to the ramp at gunpoint.
Oh, so you're asking for a fucking shootout
in a hospital?
[Zulio] Cabal's smart.
Very smart, but if he tries to grab his man,
he's in for a rude awakening.
Nestor, we are too fucking exposed.
It's an open hospital. There's civilians.
Too many things could go wrong.
[in Spanish]
I understand everything, but you need to have a little faith.
If the Orishas want us to succeed,
then we're gonna succeed.
And if they don't, then we're fucked anyways.
The Orishas?
Yeah, the divine spirits who protect us.
All right, let's get ready.
He wants to kidnap Chucho from the hospital? That's crazy.
I couldn't talk him out of it, but I'm going with him.
Why?
What for?
Chucho might be under DEA guard,
but If Nestor manages to get him out of there,
it'll be my best chance to take him out.
I need you to cover for me at the club
for the next few hours. Can you do that?
Sure, but I don't think you should do this.
- Thanks. I appreciate it. - [line clicks]
[receiver clatters]
[suspenseful music playing]
[indistinct announcement over PA]
[elevator bell dings]
[indistinct PA announcement]
[elevator bell dings]
[clears throat]
Let's go around.
Stay close.
Jesus.
Don't make me blow your fucking heads off.
It's okay. No one wants to get shot here today.
Shut the fuck up! Raise your hands.
Shh, shh. Just walk slowly.
If you make a move to come after me,
I will shoot up this hospital and kill anyone I see.
Don't worry. No one's gonna make a move.
- Good? - Yeah.
Piece of shit.
Get the fuck out!
Fuck out of here. Let's go.
[speaking in Spanish]
- What? - Mira.
[Nestor] Motherfucker.
They switched him up for a fucking dead guy!
- Let's go. - Fuck, man!
[door opens]
[man] Don't worry, Chucho. You're safe with us.
[laughter]
Yeah.
Okay, boys, post up in front of this room.
Anybody who's not hospital personnel
tries to enter, shoot the motherfucker.
Let me know when he wakes up.
[amplified voice] Ahem. Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a very special treat here
at The Mutiny Club tonight.
The great Rick James has agreed to perform
a little number with our Mutiny girls up on this very stage.
- [cheers and applause] - Yep. Yep, that's right.
That's right.
Now I don't think Rick would mind my sharing with you
that he's been seeking a little inspiration
for his new album.
And I reminded him of the karmic benefits
of hearing and seeing and feeling the response
an audience has to his musical genius.
- [cheers and applause] - So, people, please
put your hands together for the minister of funk,
the one, the only, the king, Rick James!
- [funk music playing] - [cheers and applause]
Come on up here, Rick, and show us your stuff!
♪
Uh, okay, okay. Rick, are you--
Oh. All right.
Well, I'm gonna get us started.
That's right.
[cheers and applause]
Oh, hey, ladies.
Come here, baby.
Rick, it's a joint. Get up here!
Come on! Show 'em what you're all about!
Oh, come on.
Rick, where are ya?!
♪
Let's go. This is where you come in, Rick.
Rick, where are you going? Come back!
♪
[indistinct conversations]
Well, he scared Rick James out of the club. That was great.
Yes, but I think we have a problem.
- What's that? - Maybe it's nothing,
but I just saw Phil leading Trini upstairs.
Just thought you should know.
A big, sexy smile for me. That's it. Right there.
Right there. That's beautiful.
- You're like a cat. I love it. - [door opens]
- Hey, Janice. - [door closes]
Get out, Trini.
No. She doesn't have to go anywhere.
- It's a free country. - Leave.
Stay!
Is something wrong? He's just taking modeling photos.
That's what he tells all the girls
before he talks them into turning tricks.
Those pics aren't for some modeling agency.
They're for the Johns he plans to sell you to.
She's old... and jealous.
[whispers] This is your big break.
He's lying, Trini.
I paid good money for this room.
One expects a certain amount of privacy.
Gotta say, the amends thing had me going for a bit.
We don't have to be enemies, Janice. Why don't you help me?
There's lots of money to be made.
You're the pimp, not me.
[chuckles] No? I see what goes on here.
These girls are here at their own free will,
and if they ever decide to leave,
they go with my full blessing.
And if you come back here and try to--
You're gonna do what?
A little friendly advice.
Mind your fucking business,
or what'll come at you will make being locked up
in my uncle's rooms feel like heaven
by comparison.
Okay, come on. Break's over. Let's go. Let's go.
Back on the pillows. Let's go.
Do you want it or not? Let's go.
[camera shutter clicking]
Yeah, a little smile at the camera.
- [door opens] - Forget about her. Let's go.
- What'd you give me before? - [door closes]
[Nestor, in Spanish]
[door opens]
Gracias, madrina.
What'd you find out?
Chucho's in a private room, heavily guarded.
They wouldn't give me his condition.
And maybe I could go back there alone, sneak in.
- No, no, no. It's impossible. - Let me try.
Well, that's not a risk I'm willing to take.
What if he regains consciousness and talks to the cops?
He will never betray me.
Is that what your santera told you?
Hey, brother. You do your thing at your Catholic church,
and you're gonna let me do mine.
If Chucho wakes up and dimes us out, we're all fucked.
[in Spanish]
Valeria's confirmation is tomorrow.
You pray to your God for protection,
and I'm gonna pray to mine, and that way,
we're gonna have all our bases covered.
[siren wailing in distance]
[door opens]
[indistinct P.A. announcement]
¿Cómo están, Chichito?
[chuckles]
You don't look so good.
[monitor beeping steadily]
I know you speak English,
so I won't torture you with my terrible Spanish.
But I'm gonna need everything you've got on Nestor Cabal.
[steady beeping continues]
Well, of course I could pin the murders
of all 14 Haitians on your hands.
But if you want to stay loyal to your boss, be my guest.
Huh?
[beeping speeds up]
[mumbles]
[muttering]
Huh?
Yeah, write that shit down.
Yeah, yeah.
Escribe.
Write it!
Come on.
Roman?
[door opens]
Rick, welcome to the Alice in Wonderland Suite.
[Rick] What the...
Whoa.
This place is tripped out.
I do my best thinking in here.
Okay. See this funhouse mirror?
To me, it symbolizes the way we look at ourselves.
Distorted, mis-shaped.
Monstrous. [laughs]
You got that right, B.
It's been like this for months.
You think your music is all you got,
all you are. I get it.
Look, all my life, I've been a weirdo.
I was that kid who wore shoes on the wrong feet
'cause he thought it looked cooler that way,
who'd rather play with snails in the outfield
during Little League games than his team,
who flunked every test he ever took
because school felt like an unbearable prison.
And who was told he'd never amount to anything by teachers,
psychiatric specialists, and most of his family.
Except for my mom.
She never treated me like a freak.
She encouraged me to be as strange as I wanted to be,
because she said, "Burton, that's your superpower."
And then one day that little boy got caught in a riptide,
and the only one who went after him was her.
She saved me...
...but drowned doing it.
Damn, man, I'm sorry.
- That's fucked up. - Yeah.
[click]
[exhales]
[lighter clicks]
But you know what keeps me reaching for the stars, Rick?
No. What?
You do.
You inspire me.
That's why I built this hotel, for people like us.
You kind of sound like my first church choir teacher.
Singing them gospels was like...
...fighting God.
For real.
I think I have a way to get inspired.
But you're gonna have to go somewhere with me.
♪ Love is like fire ♪
♪ Keep on running, Keep on running ♪
♪ Keep on running ♪
[indistinct conversation]
Hey, there he is. Have a seat.
I'm working.
Hey, relax. It's good news.
Your brother wanted to make a play,
and I was ready for him.
[laughs] But that's different. But the gurney--
I would have given my left nut to see his reaction.
Why didn't you arrest him on the spot?
What for?
Absconding with a dead guy?
No.
So, Chucho's gonna make it?
He's out of ICU.
Not well enough to talk yet, but yeah, he will be soon.
That's fantastic.
And he will spill. When facing jail, they all do,
and not just about Nestor-- what happened in Little Haiti.
What else happened in Little Haiti?
What are you talking about?
So, there's nothing you wanna tell me
about that night you haven't talked about?
No.
Okay.
Let's see what Chucho has to say when he wakes up.
Great. Let me know.
Will do.
Janice. What's up?
He's here, Roman.
Who?
Janice, who's here?
Phil.
Yes. Just like that.
Beautiful.
- [camera shutter clicks] - You're a natural.
- Good. - [door slams open]
Who the fuck are you? [grunts]
- You don't remember me, singao? - Fuck, man!
[grunts] Aah!
I'm the one who found you beating Janice up
on Lincoln Road. - [grunting]
[groaning]
Remember me now? [speaks Spanish]
[grunting]
Roman, stop. That's enough. Enough.
[groans, panting]
And you tell your uncle,
if any of you ever come back here,
I'll kill you all.
Are we clear?
[panting] Yeah.
- Get the fuck outta here. - [groans]
[grunts]
[exhales deeply]
Fuck!
Hey.
[door closes]
I just sent Trini home.
She's fine, but...
how are you?
You were right.
I should have gone to a lawyer.
I should have told Zulio to go fuck himself.
- Roman, it's not too late. - It is.
As soon as Chucho wakes up,
he'd either tell Zulio or Nestor what I did.
And Valeria will grow up without a father.
There's gotta be a way.
Yeah. Yeah. The only way is if Chucho dies.
After the confirmation, I'll go to Zulio.
And I'll tell him the whole thing,
even if he throws me in jail.
Maybe he won't take Valeria away.
And Marisol will raise her.
Or maybe you'll get lucky, and Chucho will die.
I'm not that lucky.
[suspenseful music playing]
Couldn't do this without you.
You've tied many knots before.
I'm sure after, say, a hundred tries,
you would get it.
I mean, this, all of this...
raising Valeria like she was your own.
It's like having two children-- you and Valeria.
Mmm. Very funny.
- [chuckles] - I mean it.
She loves you. She... She depends on you.
You inspire her... and me.
I'm just trying to say thank you.
Look into my eyes.
Hmm?
Kiss me.
You're welcome.
- Now hurry, we'll be late. - Yeah.
[in Spanish]
You look like a soldier of Christ,
only prettier.
You are spectacular.
Listen, the good thing about being confirmed is the dress.
Let me see. As your madrina,
I gotta make sure you look your best.
I'll never be as pretty as you.
You've already beaten me by a mile.
Let's go. Papá Dios waits for no one.
[Marisol] Sí. Let's go.
[priest] In confirmation,
we are called to align our inner intentions
to the beatitudes of Christ,
to search for the fundamental goodness
that God put in all of us.
Confirmation is not merely a rite of passage.
It is a deepening of a holy covenant with God,
a profound moment in your life of faith
that began at baptism.
I can't even believe we're talking about this, Janice.
Nancy, Roman's life is at stake.
Please, I just need a nurse's uniform.
Please.
Baptism incorporates us into Christ
and forms us into God's people.
His first sacrament cleanses all our sins
and rescues us from the power of darkness.
Today, your baptism is completed, and you are enriched
with the strength of the Holy Spirit.
Do you reject Satan and all his works and empty promises?
[all] I do.
[priest] Do you believe in God,
the Father Almighty, creator of Heaven and Earth?
[congregants] I do.
[priest] Do you believe in the holy Catholic Church,
the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting?
[congregants] I do.
As you receive the sacraments today,
do so with a heart full of faith
and openness to the workings of the Holy Spirit
in your life.
This anointing will seal you with the gifts of the Lord.
Remember these gifts and use them
to spread and defend the faith.
You were called to be witnesses of Christ
in your words and actions.
[exclaiming]
♪
[shrieks, exhales]
[priest] Let your every action be a reflection of God's love,
peace, compassion, and justice.
[grunts]
[yells]
[monitor beeping steadily]
[beeping continues]
[labored breathing]
[beeping slows]
[monitor emits continuous tone]
See you in hell.
[footsteps depart, door opens]
[door closes]
[organ playing hymn]
[priest] Valeria receives with this signal
the gift of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
Peace be with you.
[Valeria] And also with you.
[priest] The peace of the Lord be with you always.
Amen.
[man] ♪ O, let our hearts... ♪
Are you feeling at all inspired yet?
Definitely feel a song coming on.
Yes!
Hey, B?
[choir singing indistinctly]
Your mama would have been real proud of you.
♪
You're not just a freak.
You a super freak.
[laughs]
Thanks for the help, brother.
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[whispers] Super freak.
[man] ♪ All the earth shall see the saints ♪
[dog barking in distance]
Roman, everything okay?
Yeah. I'll be in in a minute. I just need some air.
Dad, what's wrong?
No, no, just-- just go inside.
I'm gonna take a little walk.
[front door opens and closes]
[in Spanish]
Chucho's dead.
What?
I got a call from the hospital. He died about an hour ago.
He didn't make it.
Chucho's destiny has come to an end.
But a new one begins for me and you.
I'm sorry, I'm not following.
It's a sign from the Orishas.
I need a new second-in-command.
You're my new Chucho.
[footsteps depart]
[disco music playing]
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