"( Latin-flavored introduction to "Dixie" )" "Yo, man." "Miky, Miky..." "* Yo... te estoy llamando... *" "Hey, what"s happening, what"s happening?" "We"ll just start from the top." "Well, I guess I started stealing" when I was eight milk and bread for my baby sister and brother." "And other times, just walking at the supermarket just eating food right off the aisles and not even paying." "We walk right outside, you know." "Now, when you think of Latin writers, you probably think of Garcia Marquez" "Neruda, Cortazar and Magic Realism." "Not here... not this." "There are no floating butterflies around my head when I walk down Avenue "B", you know?" "This is street reality." "This is where we shout it out." "¿ Tu sabes?" "* Tierra va temblar, Santiago *" "* Tierra va temblar, Camaguay *" "* Que no me liore, que no me liore *" "* Mira, Monina *" "* Negrona linda... *" "* Get out of my way *" "* Ugly woman *" "* Get out of my way *" "* You"re not here to stay *" "* Get out of my way *" "* Yes, I know you, baby *" "* Get out of my way *" "* You got to get out of my way *" "* Get out of my way *" "* Ugly woman *" "* Get out of my way *" "* Get out of my way, pretty babe *" "* Get out of my way *" "* Yeah, baby, you make it *" "* Get out of my way *" "* You got to get out of my way. *" "All right, check it out, check it out, check it out." "Black woman with a blonde wig on:" "can you imagine yourself on To Tell the Truth with three blondes on blonde." "Free... slave... black... 21." "If I have one life to live let me live it as a blonde." "Black woman with a blonde wig on." "( laughing )" "You wrote that shit?" "Well, yeah." "That"s some pretty good shit, man." "You know, if I was you I would get with that dude, uh, Marvin with the writing program, man." "Yeah, yeah, I mean, if I had your talent I definitely would." "Yeah?" "Get you out of here." "At least, I won"t have to sleep with my hand covering my ass tonight." "Not tonight." "Man, I got to get the hell out of here." "Just keep writing, bro." "Motherfuckers don"t fuck with entertainment." "Miguel Piñero... 150614." "Yeah, can I say something before I get started?" "I"d just like to thank the parole board for letting me express myself here today, and I leave it to your good conscience to consider my release, and hopefully soon." "Jesus Christ!" "I"m trying to do you a favor... it"s a steal." "No, I ain"t saying you steal it." "I stole it to sell it to you at a steal." "Go ahead, check it out." "Go ahead, mira." "I"m not going to bite you." "Go ahead." "A Bulova for $20." "( coughing )" "Fuck... if I wasn"t sick..." "See, I"m Malo the Merchant." "Now malo in Spanish means "bad."" "Not "bad" as in "bad," but "bad" as in "good."" "And I"m so good, it"s terrible." "I"m bad." "Can you dig it?" "Five years for stealing?" "Why would you want to steal when you got it all, Miky?" "You have no idea how many times I"ve asked myself" ""What are we doing here?" "Why did we leave Puerto Rico?"" "To become doormen and waiters and junkies and supers dope dealers, pimps, welfare parasites." "The fact is... I am the cause for the state"s great concern with drugs nowadays." "When they came to me, I got it for them." "Now, they say that dope is destroying the youth of our nation." "Well, not my nation, their nation" ""cause for years it had been destroying our nation and no one gave a good fuck about it." "Speak with your eyes, look with your mouth and you"ll be okay." "When are we going to yell out" ""No more fucking dope, man!"" "You are surprised that I, a dope fiend, would make such a distinction between me and my peers?" "But you see..." "the time before this there was the time before that and that"s where l live, in the time before this." "The day we left Puerto Rico l remember my grandmother crying trying to pull me back." "It was like she knew something bad was gonna happen." "Can you dig that?" "( trumpet playing piercing jazz riff )" "( siren blaring in distance )" "WOMAN:" "Who is it?" "It"s me." "Miky." "You alone?" "No, I"m with myself." "Just call me Monty Hall and let"s make a deal." "All right, check it out." "Check it out." "It"s an expensive watch." "Cheap." "Cheaper than cheap." "In fact, it"s so cheap that if I sell it you any cheaper you"ll be stealing it from me, ¿tu sabes?" "The poetry man." "You got some shit with you, bro." "Mira, Pani." "Al Pacino wore this watch in Serpico." "Yeah, right." "For real, bro." "I swear to God." "Now, listen, man, let me see it there." "Man, that watch don"t work, man." "It"s all right, bro." "You don"t need to know the time all the time." "In fact, you"ll live longer with a watch that don"t work, ¿tu sabes?" "Check it out." "You got some pair of bolas." "You know that shit, man?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Mira, Pablito, you don"t look so good." "You got a little money for me?" "I"m shy about three dollars." "Here." "I"ll pay you next Tuesday, all right?" "Man, you something else." "Always doing the same thing, man." "I ain"t doing it next time." "I"ll pay you next week, all right?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Same story." "You know, Doctor, I spent my whole life living like there"s no sickness, no dying, no nothing." "So, now the clock is ticking." "I don"t know, all of a sudden I feel kind of corny." "You know?" "It"s your liver saying "enough."" "I"m really sorry." "So, what?" "Six months?" "Ah..." "I don"t know." "The way you live, who knows?" "You know, my best friend Tito, he died two days ago." "Got crushed by an icebox." "He never saw it coming, you know?" "I guess I"m not that bad off, you know?" "( siren blaring in distance )" "MlKY:" "Hello, Professor!" "I got Cabernet 1967" "Duck mousse a la port, garlic crisps the National Book Review and the latest copy of Screw" " What else?" "Cuchifritos." "Let"s celebrate." "What are we celebrating?" "Life, baby." "Life." "Shit, I don"t care what the doctors say, man." "Worst case scenario, not a bad life." "Don Johnson, that"s a pretty motherfucker." "Mm-hmm." "Check this out." "Remember that night at Burroughs bunker?" "I asked him where the bathroom was." "He said, "lt"s right over there." "Come on, I"ll pee with you."" "( both chuckle )" "Rich fucker." "Me, 40 years old, maybe $40 in the bank homeless, no kids." "Thank God for that." "Me, 20 years teaching Shakespeare at Rutgers." "A lifer." "You think that Shakespeare ever met a Puerto Rican?" "Well, if he did I could have been in one of his plays." "Check this out." "Friends, Puerto Riceños, countrymen lend me your ears and hand me a beer." "I come to bury Miky, not to praise him." "The evil that men do lives after them." "The good is oft interred with their bones." "So, let it be with Miky." "( laughing )" "Check that out." "( coughs )" "Damn." "You know, lately I forget every wonderful thing I want to remember." "( clears throat )" "Things like... things that happen when you"re... you"re in a cab or..." "at the doctor, or... just walking and watching." "Because that"s all you could afford emotionally." "And you say, "l"m going to remember this and place it where it fits."" "But I don"t know about you, but I always forget them you know?" "( quiet laugh )" "Man, look at this." "Look at Tito." "Nuyorican Poets!" "Man, I will never forget that night." "Of course not." "Because I told you what happened." "I"m your memory." "I got a full house and a baby waiting to be born." "( chuckling )" "You told him how important this was?" "Of course I did but that doesn"t jive with him." "Put my neck on the chopping block to make this happen." "Joe, would you just calm yourself down?" "He"s going to be here." "He-he"s probably just nervous, you know?" "He"s standing somewhere watching us right now." "( smooth Latin music playing )" "Hello." "My name is Joe Papp." "Good evening, ladies." "May we have your attention?" "We"re your tour guide." "We"re with the city." "Check this out, check this out!" "Five, six, seven, eight!" "I met Miguel Piñero shortly after his release from Sing Sing..." "Take off your shit!" "What are you doing?" "...where, for the past year, he found the courage to write and develop a play called Short Eyes about the very place where he was living." "Let go, let go, let go!" "Go, go, go!" "Vaya!" "All dramatists of real value must sooner or later confront what, for themselves, is... truly dangerous." "Taxi." "Now we are proud to present to you, Short Eyes." "Go." "You do that very well." "You know, this is the best thing that could happen to us." "I think so." "Really." "I mean, we are less now." "We"ll eat more." "Hey... we"ll go to dancing we will swim in the Hudson River we will read poetry, we will go to movies... ( voice fades out, haunting music fades in )" "( no audio )" "officer:" "Name?" "Miguel Piñero." "What do you do for a living?" "I"m a writer, poet, reporter." "Really?" "And a thief, a junkie or whatever else one has to be sometimes." "You know how it is." "officer:" "And you?" "Tito." "Tito Goya." "And you?" "( laughs )" "Hey, that"s Goya for the beans, not the painter." "If it"s Goya it"s got to be good, ¿tu sabes?" "Charley!" "You owe me three packs, man!" "Off the fucking noise!" "Now, if I have to call your name more than once, pray" ""cause your soul may belong to God but your ass is mine." "Yeah, and your brain may belong to the state but your sanity belongs to me." "( no audio )" "( can clanking )" "Fuck." "Profe?" "Professor?" "You around?" "PlÑERO:" "Hey, mira, brother man." "You want to buy a brand-new TV?" "I just liberated it." "$35, all right?" "I got medical bills." "I got to buy me a new liver." "Tutu, you want to buy a TV?" "It"s brand-new." "Shit, that thing has a broken antenna." "Oh, no, look, Tutu-- it ain"t broken." "It"s just a short one, so it don"t get in the way and shit like that, you dig?" "We need one for the bathroom anyway." "Hey, man, that"s cool." "That way you don"t miss out on the soap opera when you"re taking a shit, ¿tu sabes?" "That"s funny, man-- why don"t you talk that foul fucking language somewhere else?" "Yeah, like, be cool, motherfucker." "The trouble with our love is here." "Our love is around." "It"s around..." "Maybe the next time you break in I should call the police." "Maybe." "Hi, I"m Sugar." "I"m Miky"s woman." "I"m out here hustling for Miky trying to make a livin", doing the best that I can for my man." "Daddy hit me again." "Ma, can you hear me?" "It"s me, your baby." "He was drunk." "I know, I know- he ain"t my real dad." "But every time you go to sleep, he comes into my room and he sits on my bed and he starts touching my leg." "He scares me when he"s like that." "I know, I know-- the food, the landlord." "Where are you?" "You said you"d be around if I needed you and I need you, Ma." "Ma, they call me Tricky now" ""cause I"ve turned more tricks in one night than you turned in a lifetime." "Ma, please help me." "I"m tired of turning tricks." "I want a kick." "I want a fix." "I want you to need me." "I want you to need." "I want you to need me." "Cirrhosis." "Sounds like a fucking flower, doesn"t it?" "I got to draw up a will." "So I figured, you know, if we were married you"d be the sole beneficiary of my estate." "State of what?" "State of mind?" "You want to reward me by making me a widow?" "Believe it or not there are some benefits that come to you by being married to me that I want you to have you know what I mean?" "( siren wails in distance )" "Do you think I like what I do?" "It"s acting." "You always said I couldn"t act." "lmpossible." "You"re impossible." "What am I going to do with you, huh?" "What are you talking about?" "You know what I"m talking about." "What if something happens to you?" "I get scared too, Miky." "Look, I understand if you don"t want to marry me." "I mean, I wouldn"t either." ""April 6, 1988." "You are hereby required to blah, blah, blah..."" "Shit." "Battery"s dead, man." "What?" "You left the fucking radio on all night!" "Shit!" "Dead battery?" "What is this, an omen?" "Miky, this ain"t no omen." "This is my van, man." "Look, if you"re going to room with me, Miky you got to respect my space, man." "Shit!" "This motherfucker ain"t subsidized." "Probably won"t even pass inspection now the way we going." "And neither will we." "PlÑERO:" "How are you going to have" "Robert De Niro, Ralph Macchio and Burt Young playing Puerto Ricans in a new play?" "I don"t want to see that." "I don"t want to see that." "I don"t want you around here." "Another Latino boom is on the way this time with Italians playing us, bro." "Out!" "Get over here." "Come here." "This is a public theater, right?" "Yes, it is." "I thought this was the Public Theater!" "It is the Public Theater." "I"m part of the public, you see." "I don"t need this shit, bro." "Don"t be treating me like that, man." "I see how it is." "If you got to see Ray, you call him but you do not come by, you understand?" "You let me down." "You let me down for the last time." "Oh, so what, now you lost faith in me?" "Of course not. I lost money." "Look, Joe, I"m sorry, but I wrote this shit." "If you didn"t like it, that"s not my problem." "You wrote the shit?" "No." "You wrote shit nothing." "Not a word." "You made me look bad." "I"m your last friend, remember?" "You said that." "Well, it be"s that way sometimes, bro." "Fuck you." "Fuck you, man." "Fuck you, fuck you, man!" "Fuck you!" "So what, now you got Ray up in there fulfilling your quota for whore of the month Latino life, huh?" "I don"t owe you shit." "I work for my commission, motherfucker." "Yeah." "What happened to you, Miguel?" "Do you know?" "Do you know?" "Ray." "What"s going on?" "I love this man." "I know that." "( siren wails in distance )" "It"s okay, bro." "Don"t worry about it." "Shit, nobody ever plays fair when it comes to the heart or the pocketbook." "I"ve been there." "No." "No." "No." "Yes." "Yes." "Yes." "RAY:" "I love you, Miky... but I got to agree with Papp, you know?" "De Niro"s a box office draw." "I told Papp that I wanted you to play my father but you know how it is." "My man Bobby, he has clout." "He fell in love with the part." "Bobby?" "Oh, yeah, Bobby." "You know I love you, Ray, and all that shit, man but sometimes you come across like bad medicine like a fucking laxative, you know what I mean?" "Hold me up." "Come on, hold me up." "Shit." "You are very talented, Ray-- of course, with my talent." "What the fuck"s this story about?" "Whale-hunting, offshore Korea." "Man, how you come up with this foreign nonsense?" "You"ve never seen a fucking whale in your life and you ain"t no Korean." "You didn"t have to do that!" "Well, you wanted me to teach you, right?" "Yeah, but not like this." "I"m not one of your little boys you just throw in the water and make me learn how to swim." "Well, it be"s that way sometimes, bro." "You trying to fuck with me?" "Fuck you, man." "Oh, so what, now you"re going to hit me with the chair?" "Come on." "You better hit me hard because if you lay me out and I get back up I"m going to throw your ass off this fucking roof." "Write about that." "You know, write about what you know, all right?" "Write about that." "Write about your mother, your father." "You got 20 stories floating around inside your stomach-- spit "em out." "And how am I just supposed to just "spit "em out"" "right?" "Well, sweetie, I"m not going to stick my finger down your throat so you can puke." "And, by the way... go buy yourself a Smith Corona electric" ""cause I can"t read your writing." "Take it." "Now, sit down, smoke a joint." "So I gave you my ass." "What else you want, Papi?" "Hmm?" "You want to grade my fucking work?" "Okay." "You"re God." "Right..." "Oh, man, what"s going on, because one day you"re happy, you know, you"re proud of me." "Now you"re, uh, you know, you"re in a rage..." ""cause I"m doing good." "Excuse me." "I"m not me." "Excuse me." "Deadlines, man." "Come on." "Sentence passed, if you catch my drift." "You look familiar." "Which one of you are you today?" "Actually, that"s why I came." "Come on. I got a residual check from Kojak." "They"re running the show in Africa." "I"m sorry, all right?" "It was just a case of nerves, Profe." "Here." "Come on, it"s not like I"m going to be around forever." "You fucking button-pushing manipulating ingrate, whose latest heartfelt con is your death, because, after all, you"re the only fucking person dying in this world because death was designed just for you, right?" "( men yelling ) I don"t want to die, Daddy!" "Shit!" "I should take that bouncing check and welcome you back to my home so that in the eventuality that I accidentally shove a finger up your ass you might squeeze my mother"s wedding band-- which I am wearing-- out of it, right?" "Look, bandito, this shit has to stop." "Anybody can be a poet the way you live." "Fuck it!" "I could write like you if I didn"t have to worry about working and sleeping or paying the rent." "I know, I know, Profe." "I know, and I"m sorry." "I do abuse you of your kindness and humanity and shit." "Humanity." "That"s the word, Miguel." "Put that shit away." "Put that shit away." "I can"t help it, you know." "You"re a nice guy." "Look, I want to read to you..." "Tito." "All right, let me read you how I figured out that last act for The Sun Always Shines for the Cool." "I heard it." "The whole building heard it." "The fucking neighborhood heard it." "All right then." "I"ll leave, you know." "I"ll just leave." "Leave?" "Where the fuck are you going to go at 4:00 in the morning where you won"t get arrested for carrying around a stolen-from-me Smith Corona?" "I got an idea." "Now, I will rent this place not for your benefit, but for mine so I can sleep, so I can keep my job so I can preserve my sanity and write like you." "Welcome to our house!" "The Nuyorican Poets Cafe." "Ha-ha!" "What do you think, baby?" "What do you think?" "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." "Miguel Algarin and Tito Goya welcome Miguel Pinero back from the filming of another movie in Hollywood." "Vaya!" "( combo playing Latin jazz )" "( melancholy melody fades in )" "( melody continues )" "( lively jazz playing )" "Uh... appreciate all the nice things my friends can still say about me, you dig?" "But no speeches from me tonight, uh... I wrote this poem on the plane." "It goes, uh..." "Dreamt I was a poet and writing silver sailing songs." "Words strong and powerful crashing through walls of steel and concrete erected in minds weak and those asleep replacing a hobby of paper candy wrapping collecting potent to pregnant sterile young thoughts." "I dreamt I was this poeta words glittering bright and bold striking a new rush for gold in las bodegas where our poets" words and songs are sung but sunlight stealing through venetian blinds eyes hating, working of time" "clock sweating and swearing and slaving for the final dime running a maze, a token ride." "Perspiration insulting poets" pride words stopping on red, going on green... poets dreams ending in a factoria as one-in-a-million unseen, buying bodega sold dreams." "( applause and cheers )" "WOMAN:" "Miky!" "All right!" "Hey." "Remember me?" "Maybe." "Excuse me." "Gee, I"m sorry. I"m sorry." "What the fuck you give me-- elephant tranquilizer?" "What day is it?" "And do you have any more?" "( laughing )" "Shit." "Relax, Papi." "We"ve been in this bed for hours." "What"s the matter, huh?" "is it too hot to get it up?" ""Cause I can dig a little tongue but too much of it makes me horny." "You can"t be out here giving up all this tongue if you can"t give up anything else." "So... relax." "Shit, if I relax any more, I"m going to faint." "So, what..." "you rehearse that speech?" "I did." "But you wrote it." "( mellow Latin jazz playing )" "( laughing )" "Yeah." "The Sun Always Shines for the Cool." "Great play." "That"s right." "So you want to be an actress, huh?" "Yeah. I"ve read everything you"ve written." "Twice." "I"m flattered." "So am I." "Twice, huh?" "Yeah." "I guess it"s true what they say about jail." "What"s with you?" "Little boys?" "Shit, I"d like to watch." "Hey, Papi, what"s the matter?" "Huh?" "Oh, man, I was just kidding." "Look, why the fuck you come here for, huh?" "Between insulting me and getting yourself worked up to be near me you lost me." "I thought that..." "Oh, forget it." "Just get out of here." "Oh, come on, Miky." "Just get the fuck out of here!" "l"m sorry, okay?" "Get out of here!" "I"m just nervous." "I"m sorry, Miky." "I didn"t mean it." "You know how long l"ve been waiting for this?" "You like me so much it makes me nervous." "Since the first time I saw you in the projects... and the rest of how that shit goes I knew you, Miky." "You had no father." "I had too much of one." "I said to myself..." ""Between me and him... we make one happy child."" "Come on." "Everyone"s a fucking poet tonight, huh?" "Maybe." "And I"ll suck your cock like a fucking poem, whatever that makes me." "Whatever you want, Miky, I"ll do it." "I"m your whore." "( mellow jazz playing )" "He comes into my room... and he sits on my bed." "He scares me when he"s like that... his hands touching me." "( groans )" "All hard and fast and hot his spit falling all over me..." "MOTHER:" "Miky!" "Get out of here!" "Get...!" "You get out...!" "Get the fuck out of here!" "( door slam echoing )" "The last time you had a job you were hired at 9:00 in the morning by 11:00 you were fired." "That was two years ago." "So what, are you a detective now?" "Worse." "I"m your mother." "You just got out of jail, now you"re back inside." "Miky... didn"t you learn anything good the first time?" "You mean besides acquiring my first drug habit?" "Don"t talk to me like that." "It"s just that... ( sighs ) I am tired of visiting my son behind bars." "It"s the only time we get to talk." "I mean, what happened to that son I used to have?" "The little boy who would bring me flowers who would write poems for me?" "I think, in your mind our life had been like Leave it to Beaver." "But in my mind, it was different." "I"m sorry." "You know, I"m sorry for my anti-social behavior." "It"s not a choice." "( exhaling )" "What do you want me to do?" "Make me proud before I go." "What, are you in a hurry today?" "No." "You"re talking with your eyes." "( quietly ):" "Okay..." "Okay, Mama." "I"ll make you proud." "I"ll make you proud of me, you"ll see." "You"ll see." "I"ll make you proud of me." "I got this picture of Jane Fonda... so I would really stretch out... doing up my wood." "No, no, man, say it natural." "Not like a minister." "Say it like you, like here like Edgar." "Don"t try to sound all like Corinthian" "Ricardo Montalban Cordova dude." "Give me you, the life, Harlem." "Talk like you talk, you know?" "Be all the nigger that you are." "Did you say "nigger"?" "Nigger." "Wesson oil never had it so good." "You see, I got this picture of Jane Fonda." "She got this black silk satin bikini." "Yeah, you dig?" "So I strips naked, right." "And I starts to roll and roll?" "I mean, I am whipping my Johnson Ronson to the bone, boy!" "Ooh, yeah." "Soon... everybody on the tier knew that I was working out... ( laughing )" ""cause soon, everybody"s voice was with me." "I starts..." "I starts calling out her name real soft, you know?" "* Janey *" "( laughing )" "* Janey, baby... *" "Oh, get it, Janey, oh!" "Just a little louder, baby." "Ooh, faster." "I scream." "Oh!" "My knees buckle." "Oh!" "Oh, Janey, baby." "Get it, baby." "Get it." "Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it." "Oh, Janey!" "( sighing ):" "Oh... ooh... ( sighing ):" "Ah... ( chuckles )" "Now that"s black power." "That"s it!" "That"s how we do it!" "Now you"re an actor." "You ain"t Bowser anymore-- 44-756 armed robbery rap." "No, man, not while you"re acting." "You ice, leading man in Short Eyes." "( Latin-flavored rhythms playing, vocalist improvising )" "Well, when you"re in prison, you"re nowhere being nobody." "You"re a number, you know?" "So when I started writing my poetry and acting I felt like somebody in the land of nothing." "I never felt so alive." "I never had so much energy." "I go back to my cell, I"d create something." "( Latin rhythms continue ) I spoke to this movie director this afternoon who"s very much interested in making a film of Short Eyes." "I mean, there"s Lumet, there"s Pacino... and, I mean, basically everybody in this town they love you." "And I can get you the best possible deal." "Uh, Rob?" "Yes?" "Rob, is it?" "Yeah." "So you want to be my pimp?" "is that it, you want to pimp me out?" "Yes." "Yes, very much so." "I would love that." "REPORTER:" "Well, you must be feeling really good tonight, Mr. Piñero." "Your play, Short Eyes, created a lot of controversy a lot of opposition and still you won six nominations." "It"s the first time a Puerto Rican playwright cleans up at the Tonys." "Cleans up?" "At the Tonys, yes, but, you know we have been cleaning up and down in this town since the Marine Tiger docked, you know, in your offices your restaurants, the fine hotels." "Later on, we were cleaned up in Korea, then Vietnam." "But when it came to the writing we"d go chisel the motherfucker straight out of beer cans-- the tar, the concrete of the city-- the roots of the city." "You know, the metaphors will flow from there." "But- check it out- no windows tonight." "This is our time." "( music and vocals continue ) lt"s not like we go into the homes of the rich and we walk out with the silver ashtray, no." "We got in and we walk out with something better- their attention." "We take them to a world they used to fear." "And we tell them, hey, it"s cool." "We used to fear you, too, man." "( trumpet playing melancholy jazz solo )" "( laughing )" "This is our time." "( quietly ):" "Yeah." "Hey, check this out." "I know this is going to be kind of sappy and out of character but with you, I can be sappy and out of character." "Yeah, right." "You must think of me like some kind of senile grandmother or something." "But you got a promise me one thing, Profe... that, by tomorrow night you"ll come back to me with a poem that lays out in detail what"s to be done in case you or I die." "Excuse me?" "Nothing"s wrong." "You know, it"s just a pact here-- you know, a promise-- in case we caught with our pants down." "Just humor me." "You want me to write a poem about the details of our funerals?" "Yeah." "Yeah, so you write what you want, I"ll write what I want-- you know, like a testament-- and, uh, whoever goes first-- God forbid, it"s you or me" "got to do what the poem says." "You"re not planning anything funny?" "Algarin... what?" "Now that we got the city by the balls?" "Watch out." "* Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey *" "* Mete la mano en el bolsillo *" "* Saca ya tu cuchillo y ten cuidado *" "* Oh, yeah, ten cuidado *" "* Pongame oído en este barrio loco lo mataron *" "* Y que mucho lo han matado *" "* Calle luna, calle sol *" "* A donde *" "* Calle luna, calle sol... * l"m here." "BODEGA MAN:" "Miky." "You needed $5,000, I got you $5,000." "Ain"t nobody going to shut you down." "Look, it"s only money." "As legit as Hollywood money can be but... you pay me back, cool." "If you can"t pay me back, no problem." "Okay?" "Vaya." "I look at it this way." "You know, I come in tomorrow if I"m broke, you give me a six-pack we call it even, okay?" "He was dead." "He never lived." "He died." "Died." "He died seeking" the cause." "Because he said he never saw the cause but he heard the cause." "Heard the crying of hungry ghetto children." "Heard the warning from Malcolm." "Heard the tractors pave new routes to new prisons." "He died seeking" a cause, seeking" a cause." "He was already dead." "He never really lived." "Uptown, downtown, crosstown his body was found all over town seeking" the cause." "Thinking the cause was $75 and gator shoes." "Thinking the cause was selling the white lady to black children." "Thinking the cause was to be found in Gypsy Rose or J.B." "or singing doo-wops in the park after some chiba-chiba." "( humming doo-wop )" "He died." "He died seeking" the cause." "And the cause was dying seeking" him." "And the cause was dying seeking" him." "And the cause was dying seeking" him." "He wanted a color TV." "He wanted a silk-on-silk suit." "He wanted the cause to come up like the Mets and take the World Series." "He wanted, he wanted, he wanted, he wanted." "He wanted to want more wants but he never gave, he never gave." "He never gave." "He never gave his love to his children." "He never gave his heart to his people and never did he ever give his soul to his people." "He never gave his soul to his people because he was busy seeking" a cause." "Busy..." "busy perfecting his voice to harmonize the national anthem with Spiro T. Agnew." "Busy perfecting his jive talk so that his flunkiness wouldn"t show." "Busy perfecting his viva la policia speech." "Downtown, uptown, midtown, crosstown." "His body was found all over town." "Found in the part of fields of an O.D." "Find in the bowery with the DDTs." "His legs were left in Vietnam." "His arms were found in Sing Sing." "His scalp was on Nixon"s belt." "His blood painted the streets of the ghetto." "His eyes were still looking for Jesus to come down on some cloud and make everything okay." "When Jesus died in Attica his brains plastered all around the frames of the Pentagon his voice still yelling "Stars and stripes forever"" "riddled with the police bullets his taxes bought." "He died seeking" a cause." "Died seeking" a cause." "He died yesterday." "He"s dying today." "He"s dead tomorrow." "He died seeking" a cause and the cause was in front of him." "And the cause was in his speech." "And the cause was in his skin." "And the cause was in his blood." "But he died." "He died seeking" a cause." "Seekin" a cause." "He died deaf, dumb and blind." "He died and never found his cause, because, you see he never, never knew that he was the cause." "( hums doo-wop phrase in falsetto voice )" "( Brazilian samba music continues playing )" "( samba music continues )" "What"s happening?" "What"s the matter with you, man?" "Oh, just a little oppression on the right side of the rib cage." "It"s called an exploding liver." "Kind of like a standing ovation organs give to graduating chemicals." "What you want, man?" "A liver. I need a liver." "A lover?" "A liver." "I need a fucking liver, bro." "Look, man, I can get you crack, smack, weed... but no liver, bro." "You fucking with me, or what?" "I"m sick." "I need a liver." "I got to find someone who"s got a liver compatible with mines." "You mean that fits?" "Look, bro, I need cash or a liver or something for real, brother." "I heard of some dude who got this kidney for Jackie this singer uptown." "He used to be with the O"Jays." "But a liver?" "Look, just don"t talk that liver shit around this chick." "( knock on window ) I sold you as someone creative." "Remember... ten percent for me, whatever you write." "This the chick?" "That"s the one." "I"d like to introduce you all to a personality we have in the house tonight with us." "Noel Pinero." "Where are you, baby?" "Aye." "There you go." "Look at that famous, fabulous face." "Show time, baby." "( lively electronic music plays ) * l am the first girl on the moon *" "* Look... at me float * * l am a fire girl *" "* Give it to me, baby *" "* Oh... oh... oh... *" "* Look at me now. * l do fashion, you know." "With your connections and my looks" "God knows." "Jake says you"re famous." "What are you famous for, honey?" "Tell Cuqui." "Tell Cuqui." "Wait a minute." "You... you want me to write you a play?" "Yes." "You like to, Papi?" "I think I"d like something... fun... with humanity... and sexy." "Yeah. I like that." "I like that." "Mira, Mommy, writing is like half inspiration half inhalation." "What?" "!" "¿ Tu sabes?" "( sniffing )" "Now, for a writer like my stature to collaborate with an actress of your caliber there has to be a bond, ¿tu sabes?" "What blood type are you?" "Blood type?" "Are you a vampire, Papi?" "Yeah." "( snorting )" "That"s money." "You"re throwing away money, baby." "I want some, too." "Look, I think you better go, Noel." "Just go before something..." "Before, before, before what?" "Before what?" "You asked me up here." "Shit, you ain"t even got my name right and you at the end of the chapter." "You know what I should do?" "You know what I should do?" "Yeah." "Go on." "Hit me." "Hit me." "Go for it, baby." "I know that"s what you want." ""Cause you have been this and that." "Well, let"s face the facts, honey." "You are a loser." "And the only thing that you"re leaving with here tonight is the satisfaction of having physically beat a woman." "Listen to me, woman." "You know what I"m going to do?" "You know what you can do for me?" "Do you?" "Do you?" "Do you know?" "I"m going to take your liver." "Yeah." "That"s right." "I"m going to come to you at night when you"re sleeping." "I"m going to cut your fucking liver out." "That"s what I"m going to write about." "That"s what I"m going to write about." "I"m going to take your fucking liver, yeah." "Get the fuck out of here!" "Get out before I call the police, you fucking freak." "They"ll get here so fast you won"t even make it to the lobby, eh?" "Let"s see who"s the man." "Come on, you son of a bitch!" "I"ll slice you, motherfucker." "( chuckling )" "Beautiful." "Okay, fine, I"ve burned every bridge and I can"t fucking walk my way back to the Writer"s Guild Pension and fuckfare but it don"t mean I got to go like I was never around." "It"s not going to happen, Miky." "I live, you live." "I don"t even know who owns what, right?" "I mean, I try to call my agent and he"s, like he fucking died before me." "I thought you were leaving it all to Sugar." "Or the lRS-- motherfuckers." "They come and get you between the fucking flames with an asbestos suit and a hose." "MAN:" "This country has never made me so blue that I want to be red so don"t call me a Puerto Rican." "I"m an American." "Oh, God, no." "What is it?" "What is that?" "What is this?" "Excuse me?" "The fight..." "I don"t think you"ve developed any real conflict or anything, you know?" "I"m sorry." "Uh, who the fuck are you?" "I just came to the workshop because I like your work." "I"m your fan, man." "That"s who the fuck i am." "My fan?" "( actor snickering )" "And I want to be a writer and I"m right." "That"s right." "If you could only give yourself a second to maybe think you"re wrong and even if you don"t, I"m still right." "My name is Reinaldo Povad." "Kind of odd, sounds like..." "God." "( dance music playing )" "That"s why I gave up the mugging business, right?" "All these dumb movies about men and women taking the law into their own hands." "I mean, it gets to be you pull a knife on someone everyone, you know, they"ve been taking up karate-this and kung-fu-that lessons." "Dude starts to think he"s like Bruce Lee"s second cousin." "You got to stab him in self-defense, right?" "Povad-- what kind of Puerto Rican name is that?" "Russian." "My grandmother." "What do you think of the girl?" "She turning you on?" "Not my type." "She"s my mother." "No joke, man." "* We got to get over the hump *" "* We got get over the hump, right now... *" "Nice tits, huh?" "Beautiful tits." "* Turn me loose... *" "( fusion music playing )" "So I busted the key in the door and I stepped into Blackie"s dog shit and I wiped it off with Junior"s baby diaper and that was full of baby shit." "So while relaxing, I told Gloria of all the shit I had been through and she said that I was full of shit." "I said I wasn"t bullshitting." "She said I wasn"t shit." "I said that I don"t want to hear no shit." "She said I still wasn"t shit." "So I grabbed her by the fucking neck and I pulled her ass across the kitchen table and she went flying across the living room table and over the underpaid, overpriced furniture and landed on the overworked bed." "And I jumped into the air and with the scream of an Apache warrior"s cry of battle, I kill, kill, killed all my troubles away." "( fusion music continues )" "* *" "( laughs )" "How was that?" "Was that good?" "That felt real." "That felt real." "Hey, what are you doing tonight, anyway?" "Why don"t you come on up?" "Maybe you"ll get lucky and I"ll fall in love with you." "Hey, here"s your call sheet." "Sure you don"t want to come up?" "I"m positive." "Good night, Miky." "And don"t forget your wardrobe." "Miguel." "Papi?" "Man, so good to see you." "But what took you so fucking long to come back here?" "I wanted..." "I wanted to tell you..." "What"s it been, like, 16 years?" "You got a nice place here." "I"m glad you"ve done so well for yourself." "When... your mother and I split up..." "You mean when you left my mother to take care of five kids all by herself?" "Huh?" "Yeah." "You know, I had this dream that someday you and she would take five off your daily fights and offer me a sign of peace." "Yeah, I had that wonderful dream so many times it... it became like a fucking rerun." "It isn"t easy..." "Drop it already." "Just stop the concerned father role, all right?" "It doesn"t fit you well." "It makes me want to throw up all over this place." "Just cut it loose, will you?" "I like being on my own." "( door opens and shuts )" "Yeah." "Hey, Dad, thanks for coming by, okay?" "I love you, Dad." "Give me a kiss, Papi." "I miss you." "Hey, don"t be a stranger, man." "I"ll see you again." "What can I get you?" "Some questions answered." "Like what?" "Like this man says he"s your father. ls that true?" "Well, he"s the man that fucked my mother and created a child he named..." "Forget it." "Yeah, if that"s being a father, I guess he"s my father." "And it means nothing to me at all." "We"re here, so let"s make the best of it, okay?" "Don"t worry about it." "We"ll find a better place." "It"s going to be fun, I promise you." "( music playing in distance )" "* Desde el cielo he recibido la noticia *" "* Que un angel se ha escapado sin querer *" "* Esta andando preferido por la tierra *" "* Lo que tiene es que se viste de mujer *" "* Yo sospecho una criatura que yo he visto *" "* Porque cada vez... *" "What"s happening, John?" "What?" "It"s about your mother, man." "Your sister called." "I"m sorry, man." "( melancholy music playing )" "MOTHER:" "This poem was written by a great Puerto Rican, great poeta." "( laughs )" "That"s good, huh?" "See?" "We don"t have to be waiters or doormen." "And Miguelito, you are the oldest and you should know that just because we are here doesn"t mean we don"t have to forget what we left there." "PlÑERO:" "I"ve never seen a palm tree in my life!" "I told you guys we"d get back home one day." "* ...es la tierra pura y de gracia... *" "Puerto Rico!" "( all laughing ) * ...y pueblos hechiceros *" "* Puerto Rico. *" "And the island is left unattended because the middle-class bureaucratic Cuban has arrived spitting blue-eyed justice at brown-skinned boy in military khaki." "Compromise to survive." "His hairline-length, mustached-trimmed face looking grim like a soldier on furlough further cannot exhibit contempt for what is not cacique-born." "Man, I"ve been waiting for this day all my life!" "( clapping rhythm )" "This poem will receive a burning, stomach-turning scorn." "Nullified... classified... racist... from this Pan Am Eastern" "First National" "Chase Manhattan Puerto Rico." "( sparse laughter and applause )" "It"s kind of quiet in here." "Reminds me of the time I auditioned for the parole board at Sing Sing." "( microphone feedback squeals )" "Well, excuse me but I"m not sure that you know about our internal problems here." "I mean, what is it that you feel for Puerto Rico besides an obvious affection and some kind of nostalgic notion of what we really are besides rum, and music and dominoes on the sidewalk and God knows what else you need" "to feed this anger." "You don"t know?" "Listen... even if well-intentioned it is still out of place when it comes from a character that corrupts the language when you are calling yourselves" ""Nuyoricans"" "as if it was a race?" "Check this out." "I was born here in the town of Gurabo, in 1948." "Lived on this island till the age of seven." "My family decided to move to New York-- not a trip that I planned nor wanted." "I am Puerto Rican." "Now, I subnamed myself with a reality-given motherfucking slang of a title-- in this case "Nuyorican"-- and wherever I go, I am Puerto Rican and Rican, and Nuyorican 24 hours a day." "Now, if you are embarrassed or afraid of what you are, don"t blame me." "It"s not my fault." "Blame that fucking Oxford shirt you"re wearing from whatever prison you live in that forces you to wear it to fake something that you are not to be something that you are not." "See, "cause even if I am half-and-half any of those halves is more whole than all of you." "I know what I am and I know when it hurts and I"m still the same man." "The same Puerto Rican, 24 hours a day." "But thank you." "Thank you for your comments." "Does anyone else have any comments, questions, literary criticism?" "Don"t be afraid." "Speak up." "This is a free country, I think." "( scattered applause )" "Hey, man, you came here looking for a piece of ass and you find your own daughter selling her pussy." "Maybe you should, you know, keep it in the family." "An invited trick and a ho staring at each other and they turn out to be family." "Daddy"s going to pay to fuck his little girl." "Man!" "I must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning" ""cause nothing"s gone right at all." "Everybody gone." "All the smokes smoked, the liquor gone." "Nothing left but some warm beer." "That"s what I got to leave behind in my will." "My great estate." "Can you hear me?" "You know what?" "I guess today just ain"t my day." "Guess not." "Police!" "Freeze!" "Nobody move!" "( loud, frantic Latin music playing )" "( all yelling )" "Come on, let"s go!" "She doesn"t have to come with us." "Of course she does, man!" "( frantic screaming )" "WOMAN:" "No, no, no!" "No... no!" "Tito, now what the fuck are you doing?" "Stay the fuck away!" "Don"t fuck with me, Miky!" "Stay the fuck away!" "( baby crying )" "This is fucked." "This is fucked!" "( woman sobbing )" "So, thanks for the ride, you know?" "It"s been fun." "Miky, I..." "No, no." "Save it for your wedding." "Miky..." "( coughing )" "What you writing now?" "The final chapter of my life." "It seems I"m writing it myself alone." ""Even if nothing was happening in my world" ""life was there" ""perhaps poorly represented but it was there."" "Do me one favor." "Don"t take me to the hospital, please." "No, brother man, no." "Doctor"s in the house." "Stand up." "Let"s get you settled inside, okay?" "There you go." "Go ahead and lie back." "Put your feet up." "( coughing )" "Oh, yeah." "All right." "It"s nice in here, isn"t it?" "Yeah, it"s pretty good." "Except for the bunk beds and the sink it"s kind of like right back where we started." "Yeah." "( laughter )" "( coughing )" "Doctor"s orders:" "got some medicine for you." "( sniffing )" "Ah..." "That"s good." "( groans )" "One more, just to be safe, huh?" "( sniffing )" "There you go." "In fact, you know what?" "I"m going to take one for myself, too." "( chuckling )" "Can"t party alone." "MAN:" "Next on line, please." "Yeah, what a night, huh?" "Two for Miguel Piñero." "Who?" "Miguel Piñero." "Two free." "Pinero?" "Can I see some l.D., please?" "Identification." "Uh, yeah, sure, but you know what?" "I think this counter"s a little too high for my dick to reach." "You might have to look down, you fucking faggot." "Security." "Security, please." "Unruly." "What"s happening, John?" "Thank you very much." "Enjoy the show." "Fuck you very much." "Next, please." "I"m talking about the deal of the century." "Deal of the century." "$100 for the pair." "Big, big opening night tonight, ladies and gentlemen." "Cuba and his Teddy Bear." "I swear, it"s Cuba and his Teddy Bear." "How about you, brother?" "No, thanks." "You got your tickets?" "All right, be cool, be cool." "Good evening." "My name is Joseph Papp." "( applause )" "Our playwright tonight belongs to a tradition a tradition of artists, whose devious and renegade lives paradoxically result... in the most painstaking devotion to the truth and to the rigor of their craft." "Cuba and his Teddy Bear?" "." "This is getting better." "You never know, man." "One day you might be as good as me." "That day is today, baby." "If the life of our author seems elusive and troubling one can only applaud what is so candidly engaged here by his art where nothing is stolen or borrowed... and a great deal is revealed." "PlÑERO:" "Hi." "I really want to thank you for your welcome and say thank you to you, Joe." "How you doing this evening?" "Look, it"s like everything he said is true you know, and, uh... ln this sense, our playwright is as blessed and as straight a writer as they come." "Please welcome..." "Mr. Miguel Piñero." "( applause )" "PlÑERO:" "Dig it..." "( laughing ) lt"s a great opportunity." "Did you see it when I did it with Marty?" "Hey, where you been?" "I"ve been taking in the scenery, you know." "Look, look, please, please, don"t make a scene." "This is his night." "Come on, it"s his night." "( laughter )" "( camera shutters clicking )" "( trumpet playing jazz )" "MAN:" "Mr. Povod?" "Yeah, that"s my name." "Ask me again and I"ll tell you the same." "Here you go." "How you doing, brother?" "Good, good." "How are you?" "All right, all right, all right." "Where to?" "Baby, you remember the first time we came here I sang you a song?" "Remember that?" "I remember you fell in the river." "Oh, that reminds me... I wrote something for you last night." "You did?" "Yeah." "First time I write in months." "You want to hear it?" "Do I have a choice?" "Of course not." "All right, check this out." "( clearing throat )" "( sniffling )" "There are things that never change and we are not one of them, I fear." "The trouble with our love is here." "The trouble with our love is around when you cannot look me in the eye and lie." "When you run so far away that you forget where to go back to." "Now you are what you never wanted to be." "Go ahead, blame me." "There are things that"ll never change." "Now we"re two strangers with a past... and a future that ain"t gonna last." "And that is the trouble with our love." "Last night, we saw things like we never did." "We both went our way..." "and hid." "You like it?" "Are you finished?" "Yeah." "What do you think?" "You want to know what I think?" "Do you want to know what I really think?" "I"ve been hanging in there all this time for this... a poem?" "What do you see when you look at me, hmm?" "What do you see?" "I"m a real person." "I"m a real person that loves you." "You know, Miguel... I really wish you would have married me... made me happy... had a real life instead of all this jive shit." "I could"ve had your baby." "Be just a little normal." "I ain"t dead yet, you know?" "Where"s-where"s my van?" "Where"s my van?" "What happened?" "Where"s my van?" "They tow it away." "I"m sorry, Miky." "I saw it through the window." "( car alarm walls in distance )" "Let me explain it to you." "I don"t have the papers because it"s not my car." "It"s my friend"s." "Does your friend have the registration?" "Wait, you see, it"s not that simple, sir." "officer:" "Jesus!" "Did he OD or something?" "No, no, he was sick." "We got to get the coroner." "Miky, come on." "PlÑERO:" "The doctor says my body doesn"t want to cooperate, you know?" "Doctors are always wrong." "I mean, who knows when it"s really your time to go?" "Look at me with this hiv shit." "Fuck "em." "You go when you"re ready." "So you better sit your ass down and eat some cochi frito, "cause this shit is ready." "( coughing )" "And if this doesn"t kill you tonight, nothing will." "Hey, Profe, you got a clean shirt l could borrow?" "Course I do." "What?" "What?" "I love you, Profe." "You know, no matter what, I love you." "We"re the only ones left, baby." "Miky, come on." "You"re making me wet." "It smells good, you know?" "It smells good." "Reality wasn"t giving me no play at the time when my ashtray became the cemetery of all my lost memories." "I wonder who wrote that tune about being back on top in June?" "Nigger forgot about September and December." "Now that is a month to remember." "Well, I"m going nowhere." "Got nowhere to go." "Going nowhere fast." "But Sunday morning in New York City for the junkie, there ain"t no pity." "When walking down the street with loaded dice you hear the people say" ""Hey, there goes Miky..." ""Mike Piñero... the junkie Christ."" "( no audio )" "Buy me another drink, baby." "But Tito..." "And they came from out of nowhere, man." "Boom, boom, boom!" "Blasting them .38s our way." "I was in the car outside the cash-your-checks joint, right?" "And he came out shooting..." "He?" "Who"s he?" "Anyways, they ran, right?" "They ran their motherfucking asses off." "And those that didn"t just laid down and played dead." "( chuckling )" "He was badder than all of them, man." "I mean, it, like... it was, like... he was Satan in Heaven, right?" "Fighting God for a piece of the action, man." "That was Tito Goya." "A long way from Ponce, man." "Fucking kid"s in jail somewhere in fucking Texas." "I thought you said he was crushed by an icebox or something." "( no audio )" "I got to sit down." "( coughs )" "Hey!" "Julio, you call 911." "I"ll take care of him." "He"s okay." "* *" "Well, I never wanted to be anybody but a guy once said to me, "You can write and writing will get you out of jail."" "And it did and it didn"t, "cause I had to keep doing bad to keep the writing good, "cause I sell trouble." "I"d go down, bring up a sponge another fish, another pearl, maybe but after you make that dive one too many times your ears get shot, your eyes go blurry and one day you finally come to the surface and you say" ""You know what?" "I like it better down there."" "Relax, Miky. I"m right here." "Okay." "You know what to do if I should go." "You remember the poem?" "Yeah, I remember." "Don"t worry." "I want music and wine and poets prepared to read to testify, okay?" "( vocally improvising )" "Relax." "We got a lot of work to do." "( chuckles )" "( vocally improvising )" ""Just once, before I die" ""l want to climb up on the tenement sky" ""to dream my lungs out" ""till I cry then scatter my ashes through the Lower East Side."" ""So let me sing" ""my song tonight." "Let me feel out of sight."" ""And let all eyes be dry when they scatter my ashes through the Lower East Side"" ""From Houston to 14th Street, from Second Avenue" ""to the mighty D, here the hustlers" ""and suckers meet their faggots and freaks" ""will all get high on the ashes that have been scattered through the Lower East Side."" "( man singing )" ""There"s no other place for me to be." ""There"s no other place that I can see." ""There"s no other town around that brings you up" ""or keeps you down." ""A thief, a junkie I"ve been" ""Committed every known sin" ""Jews and Gentiles, bums and men of style" ""runaway child, police shooting while mother"s futile walls" ""pushers making sales" ""dope wheelers and cocaine dealers smoking pot streets are hot and feed off those who bleed to death."" "( singing )" ""All that"s true." "All that"s true" ""All that is true, but this ain"t no lie" ""when I ask that my ashes be scattered through the Lower East Side."" ""So here I am." "Yeah, look at me."" ""l stand proud, as you can see." "Pleased to be from the Lower East Side."" ""A street-fighting man, a problem of this land."" ""l am the Philosopher of the Criminal Mind" ""a dweller of prison time" ""a cancer of Rockefeller"s ghettocide." "This concrete tomb is my home."" ""To belong, to survive you got to be strong."" ""You can"t be shy, less without request someone will scatter your ashes through the Lower East Side."" "I don"t want to be buried in Puerto Rico." "I don"t want to rest in some north island cemetery." "I want to be near the stabbing, shooting, gambling, fighting unnatural dying and new birth crying." "So, please, when I die, don"t take me far away just keep me nearby." "Just take my ashes and scatter them throughout the Lower East Side." "Every player is a poet, an actor, a statesmen, a priest but most of all, he"s a player." "You go out there on the street and you meet the world of suckers the world of greed and whatever other names have been defined for those that seek something outside the acceptance of their society and you stand with your balls exposed in the jungle of fear" "and you battle, and you fight the hardest fight of your life each day out there in them streets that demand blood to nourish its own energies." "Today and all the todays and tomorrows that are left inside your soul, you know?" "And when it"s over and the streets are soaking up in the blood you smile and you know that you just won another day with yourself, you know?" "( easy Latin jazz playing )" "( music continues )" "( music continues )" "* Mete la mano en el bolsillo, saca y habre tu cuchillo *" "* Y ten cuidado *" "* *" "* Calle luna, calle sol *" "* Calle luna, calle sol *" "* Oiga, señor, usted quiere su vida * * lmitar el mejor o la tiene perdida *" "* Mete la mano en el bolsillo, saca y habre tu cuchillo *" "* Y ten cuidado *" "* Oye, ten cuidado *" "* *" "* Y que mucho ha matado *" "* Calle luna, calle sol *" "* Adonde *" "* Calle luna, calle sol *" "* Mire, señora, agarre bien su cartera *" "* Lo conocen de barrio a quien asaltan a cualquiera *" "* Mete la mano en el bolsillo, saca y habre tu cuchillo *" "* Y ten cuidado *" "* *" "* Calle luna, calle sol *" "* Calle luna, calle sol *" "* En el barrio del guapo, no se vive tranquilo *" "* Mide bien tus palabras, O no valen ni un pito *" "( musical interlude )" "* Habre, que oy *" "( vocally improvising )" "* *" "* *" "( song ends )" "( melancholy jazz melody plays )" "( melody continues )"