All language subtitles for The Cuban 2019ENG

Okay, that's good.

Now support him, okay?
That's right.

All right, let's go.

You're okay.

Oh, shit.

Good night.

Good night, Amma.

How are you doing
today, Mr. Garcia?

It's me, Nurse Baker.

This is Ms. Ayoub.

You're gonna be spending
a lot of time together.

There you go.

Good job.

You can have some water, 'kay?

That's good.
That's good.

All right.

- Come on, Ms. Ayoub.
- Coming.

What's wrong with him?

Uh, vascular dementia
and Alzheimer's.

Haven't had much of a glimmer
out of that one in a while.

I... see
he likes jazz.

- Hmm?
- The poster.

Oh, yeah,
he brought that with him.

What are his medications for?

Blood pressure,
mostly.

Alprazolam for anxiety
and clozapine, of course.

What's that?

It's an antipsychotic.

Mr. Garcia
doesn't eat much

with the other
residents anymore.

He gets agitated.

It'll be your job
to feed him.

You think
you can handle that?

Absolutely.

Bedpan needs changing
in the Forest Room.

Name?

Mina Ayoub.

Well, that's nice.
I meant the resident.

Luis Garcia.

Ah, right.

Good luck with that.

Hello, Mr. Garcia.

I know it's not
exactly gourmet,

but you need to eat, okay?

Here.

So, um, how long
have you been living here?

You like Benny Moré.

My grandfather
used to play his music for me

when I was a kid...

back home.

My grandfather
was a musician

and my grandmother
was a singer.

He actually taught
at the University of Kabul...

traditional music.

But he loved jazz,
especially Cuban jazz.

He had these records

that a visiting professor
from New York brought.

It was back in the '60s,

when Cuban jazz
was all the rage.

He'd play these records and...

we'd dance.

Mr. Garcia.

You haven't eaten anything.

You need to eat.

Guess you don't want any.

Hello.

Mina.

Yeah?

I have a headache.

Turn that off, please.

Sorry, Amma.

Amma-jan, I have a question
about one of the residents.

I'm an administrator, Mina.

But you're also a doctor.

I was a doctor.

They give him
an antipsychotic.

Is that normal?

- Does he have dementia?
- Mm-hmm.

Then, yes,
that's normal.

That's it?

Yes.

- One could say they're overused.
- Hmm.

May I ask which resident
you're talking about?

Luis Garcia.

He's in the Sunshine Room.

Oh, yeah,
I know the one.

Hmm.

So, is he dangerous
or something?

Nah, I don't think so.

The drug just makes him
more predictable,

especially if he's prone
to outbursts.

But... maybe he's just

trapped inside his own mind

and doesn't know
where the hell he is.

You're presuming he has

the awareness
to understand that.

Hello, Mr. Garcia.

It's Mina, again.

Mr. Garcia.

Elena.

No, no.
I'm... I'm Mina.

Remember?

Who's Elena?

Ah... Elena.

No, no, no, no.

No, no.

Please calm down.
It's okay.

No, no, no.

Calm down, Mr....
Luis, it's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay, don't worry.

It's okay.

Your cousin is liberated...

no mosque, no husband.

It was the mosque

that brought us here
in the first place.

You're so dramatic.

Atesh-jan, let it go.

Leave my cousin alone.

- How was your visit to Kabul?
- Excellent.

Good.

I had a chance
to visit your family property.

And I have to say,
it's all well.

But there's no...
there's no one to take care it.

Mm. Atesh-jan.

Let me sell it for you.

It's a good idea.

You know it's just
a matter of time

before they take it away.

And I can get you a good deal.

You can invest it here.

Buy a condo.

And where did you find out
about this deal?

I made an
inquiry at the mosque.

The mullah will introduce me

to a potential buyer
in Afghanistan.

I appreciate your concern,

but I don't think
it's the right time.

Is that Ethan?

He's the one you met
in drama club?

Yeah, he's so cute.

Oh, how old is he?

Grad school.

Atesh-jan, how is
the restaurant?

- It's great.
- Mm.

In fact, we're getting ready
for expansion.

Already?

It's all been arranged.

So soon.

Sugar?

We're still on, right?
Saturday night?

I don't know.

I mean, I have so much work
to catch up on.

- I don't...
- No, no, no.

Please, please
don't do this to me.

This is, like, the only way
I get to see him off-campus.

Please, come on!

Okay. Yes.

Thank you.

- Come again, okay?
- Bano-jan,

just let me know
if you change your opinion

about the property.

Thank you, Atesh-jan.
Thank you.

I'll let you know.

Why does he
always want to take control?

Maybe he's just
trying to help.

I don't need help.

And what makes him think
he's so devout?

Using Friday prayers

as an excuse to make
business arrangements.

Who does he think he is?

Are they still watching?

Oh, yeah.

I told them we'd
grab a coffee later.

So your dad thinks this
is part of the drama program.

Drama program, yeah.

You're so awesome.
Thanks for doing this again.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

Hi.

Ethan, Kris,
this is my cousin, Mina.

- Hi, Mina.
- Hi.

I'm Kris.
Nice to meet you.

- So, uh, we should probably go get ready, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Nice meeting you.
- Okay.

Enjoy the show,
all right?

- Bye!
- Break a leg.

- Have fun!
- See you later.

Um, so we should
probably head in, yeah?

Okay.

Do you remember this?

Yes.

Mona,
they played this at our wedding!

That was 60 years ago,

but I remember it
like it was yesterday.

We danced all night.

Do you remember?

Francis?

- Francis.
- Such a beautiful night.

Yes...

Francis!

I want a divorce.

I thought it was kind of
funny, right? You, too.

Well, yeah, sure,

but, essentially,
it was a tragedy.

Comedy ends in a wedding,
and tragedy ends in death.

Yeah, well,
according to Rumi,

our death is our wedding
with eternity,

so it was still a comedy.

Rumi, the Persian poet.

Afghan, actually.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Who's that?

It's just my dad.

Oh, you should've
invited him.

You're kidding, right?

No. I mean, Zahra, you told me
that he loves the theatre,

and it might be nice
to meet

my girlfriend's father
at some point.

Yeah, eventually.

Great. When?

I don't know.
Don't put me on the spot.

Well, I'm, like, free.
Available.

Well, first, my dad's
gotta get used to the fact

that I'm not eating
meat anymore.

He's gonna know that
that was all your fault.

- Well...
- Oh, my Go...

Did this killjoy make you watch
that egregious

animal-cruelty documentary?

I'll never eat chicken again.

It's pure shock value.

Have you lost
all of your morals?

Okay, Mina, where do you stand
on this issue?

Well, I'm Afghan, so...

- So am I.
- Well, you can't use your culture as an excuse!

Leave her alone.
You don't have to answer that.

Well, no, it's for
the greater good of the planet.

'Kay, leave us
meat-eaters alone.

Okay?

Um, I, I'm actually...
vegetarian.

He's still a hippie.

Shut up.

- Okay, it's getting late, Mina. Come on, we've gotta go.
- What?

We're in the middle
of a conversation.

Oh, well, just hold
that thought for next time.

Are... are you a student as well?

She's pre-med. Come on, Mina.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Uh, nice meeting you guys.

Bye!

Uh, that was awkward.

I know.

Um, hi, Mrs. Neil.

Mrs. Neil, over here.
Hi, hi.

There we go. Your... your room's
just down the hall, okay?

Okay.

Have a good day.

Bye.

Hello, Luis.

How are you today?

I have a surprise for you.

I think you're gonna
like this one.

I knew you would
know this one.

Ahh...

I'll be right back.

♪ Quizás, quizás ♪

I thought you might want
to look nice for lunch today.

Maybe you'll actually
eat something.

You ready?

They used to love
to hear me play.

Oh, who?

Cuba!

Uh, okay.

Just keep steady.

Last time I did this
was for my grandfather...

back home.

And I was a kid.

Actually, I don't know
why he trusted me with a razor.

Aha...

Whop, whop, whop.

Ready?

Uh-oh, uh-oh.

Okay, take it easy.

Ooh...

'Kay, and...

there we go.

Oh, uh, Mr. Garcia, sit!

You need to sit down!
What are you doing?

Luis.

Okay, Luis, yes.

- ♪ Quizás, quizás, quizás ♪
- Uh...

Don't overdo it.

Venga.

Don't push yourself.

Elena...

Oh, okay.

Come.

Easy.

There you go.

What... whatever happened
with Elena?

Oh...

I said that...

I was going to marry her.

What stopped you?

She's in New York...

Things change.

I couldn't go back.

Come with me.

What part of that
did you think was a good idea?

He was scruffy.

You must follow
our care approach, Ms. Ayoub.

It's created for a reason.

Mr. Garcia gets anxious.

I know, but...

believe me, he was fine.

Listen to me,

our residents come to us
for three reasons:

to be fed,

to have someplace
decent to sleep,

and, most importantly,
to feel safe.

They need routine.

He is a human being.

Who deserves to live
the rest of his days

in peace and quiet.

I respect your aunt
very much, Mina,

but you must get it
through your head,

there is no going rogue.

I understand.

- You ready?
- Mm-mm.

- Okay.
- Here, Mr. Garcia.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

It's okay.

No... No!

Tom! Tom!

Hey!

Stop. It's okay.

- Mr. Garcia.
- Hey!

- It's okay.
- No! No!

No! No! No!

It's all right!

We're here to help.
Do you understand?!

Hey, Mina?

Hi.

You have a class here?

Yeah, just finished. You?

I actually help teach
a class here. I'm a T.A.

Oh.

Listen, I should come clean about
something from the other night.

Um...

I eat... burgers.

They're my one weakness.

And I like everything on them!

Onions, cheese, pickles,
mushrooms, you name it.

- You're a terrible vegetarian.
- Yeah.

I'll promise to not tell Ethan.

Thank you.

You wanna grab one?

Burger?

I mean, I'll totally understand

if you don't wanna be
party to my debauchery.

It's...
it's pretty hard to watch.

Sure.

Sorry about the other night.

First-year biology
was the worst.

You took it?

Yeah, it was a prerequisite,
but I'm actually

doing my doctoral thesis
in Psych.

What's it about?

In a nutshell, it's about how

traumatic memories
affect us later in life.

Oh, interesting.

What about you?

Was it always your dream
to be a physician?

Uh, I don't know
if I'd call it a dream.

What's the matter?

Nothing. I... I just...

I should be prepping
for my exam.

You haven't even
finished your food.

It's just I'm fast-tracking
all my courses,

so I... I really have
no free time.

And I... I just started
this crazy new job, so...

Mina, it's just a burger.

Right.

Does that say
"Grilled Cuban Sandwich"?

Hmm? Oh, yeah,
the owner's Cuban.

Oh.

Oh, excuse me.

Hi, could I get
your daily special to go?

Thanks.

It's for a patient

at the nursing home
where I work.

I haven't been able
to get him to eat,

so I figured,
since he's Cuban, you know...

Aren't there rules
around that kinda thing,

like what the patients can eat?

There seem to be rules
around everything.

He has dementia.

Vascular?

Yeah, and early
to mid-stage Alzheimer's.

It's a very typical
combination.

The dementia
slows the brain down

to the point where our memories
can't be retrieved,

and then
the Alzheimer's creeps in

and just wipes them all away.

You... know a lot about
this stuff.

It's kinda related
to my thesis, so yes.

He's been talking
a lot more, though.

And remembering things.

Really? How come?

I sing to him.

No shit.

Yeah.

And I play music...
stuff that he relates to.

I... I... I was just
reading about this.

Um, music stimulates

the dorsolateral
frontal cortex, right?

Yeah, exactly.

From what I understand,
this kind of brain study's

pretty cutting-edge.

Oh, shit.

Thanks.

Um, I'm late for work.

Sorry, I should go.

I'll get this.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. I got it.

Okay.

We should do this
again sometime.

Yeah.

- Bye.
- See you later.

Luis?

I have something
special for you.

♪ Guantanamera... ♪

♪ Guantanamera... ♪

Mira!

Luis!

Luis. Luis.

Luis!

Okay.

Vaca frita, fried plantains,
and yellow rice.

Ahh!

It's just like
Mama used to make.

Mm!

Garcia?

So, you're getting him to eat?

Yeah.

Interesting.

Thanks.

Ahh!

Venga.

Venga aquí.

Come and sing.

No.

Come on.

Si, si, si.

Oh, you got a good voice.
Come on, now.

Some... some soul.

Si.

That's the way my papa taught me.

Let me... let me show you.
Let me get, uh...

Oh, can I...
can I help you?

Yes, bring that back.

Oh.

Need help?

Ah!

Oh!

Is that you?

Mm.

The boys.

You guys played together?

Si.

Ernesto.

He was such a charmer.

What about him?

Mauricio.

Very serious.

"Practice, practice, practice."

Well, I guess
somebody had to do it, right?

Si.

Yeah, we've known each other
a long time...

since we were
about this high.

Is that her?

Si, it's my Elena.

- So, was she the singer?
- Si.

Beautiful voice.

"El Guitarrista
with Los Cubanos."

I like the name.

Ah, wow.

You played at the Tropicana?

Si.

Wow.

So how did you end up here?

Luis?

What happened to Los Cubanos?

I... I don't remember.

Hi, Mina.

I was just
heading on break.

Oh.

Hi, Mr. Garcia.

I'm gonna take
your blood pressure, okay?

Thank you.

Ah. Oh.

All necessary items,
of course.

This is why I don't go
shopping with you.

Ah, my cousin has never been
one for frivolity.

Correct.

At least I managed
to convince you

to come to dinner
the other night.

Ah, thank you.

Atesh was beginning to think
you were avoiding him.

Oh, before I forget,
I have something for you.

- For me?
- Mm-hmm.

It was in the bottom of the box
my brother sent with Atesh.

- Bismillah.
- Bismillah.

Ah!

- My parents.
- Oh.

Ah, it's us.

Oh...

How?

It was in the box.

And Atesh?

Ah, don't worry...

My husband is not interested
in your old photographs.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

His name is Luis,

and he used to be

this famous musician
back in Cuba.

He even played the Cotton Club.

He played with Bauzá,
Machito, Dizzy Gillespie.

And he fell in love
with this girl

in Cuba named Elena.

And he told you
all of this?

You should hear the way
he talks about her.

And I get that I should be
minding my own business, I do.

But... I just can't
help but think

that this man had
an incredible life, and...

now it's gone.

His memories, his dignity,
his freedom. It's all just...

- You know what?
- What?

I think you should absolutely
not mind your own business.

Buon appetito.

Ooh!

I-is that me?

I think so.

Mm.

Handsome guy, huh?

[Did you really play
with all these people?

Mm.

Wow.

It's me? Ooh.

- Okay, time to eat.
- Ah!

I... I worked really, really hard
on this, so...

I hope you enjoy it.

Yeah!

It's good.

Not as good as
your cooking, of course.

It's true.

What is it?

Nothing.

I... I was, um...
just thinking.

Share your thoughts.

Hmm...

Maybe...

I could go back
to vocal training.

You don't have time
for that, Mina.

Well, I could do it
Saturday mornings.

What about your studies?

I'll manage.

If you have so much time,

why don't you take
another course?

"Another course"?

Yes, why not?

Honestly, I don't understand
where all this is coming from.

First, the Cuban food,
now the vocal lessons.

What's next?

I'm just trying new things.

Okay?

It's a boy...

isn't it?

What?

All this nonsense.

It's a Cuban boy.

Am I right?

No!

No, you're not.

Mina...

Don't let me find out
you've been lying to me.

Is that you?

- Yeah.
- Ah!

I think I was around five.

Oh!

Oh!

You like music, eh?

Yeah.

Ah!

- Yeah.
- Where's your mama?

She... she wasn't around
very much.

We're much alike,
you and me.

Eh...

We're artists.

I don't know about that.

Oh, Si.

you and me,
we're artists, artists.

Art teachers.

- Huh?
- Uh, how?

We teach people
how to love, eh?

How to love.

Bam!

- Hey.
- Hey.

You'll never guess
what I found.

- What?
- Somebody who knows El Guitarrista.

Clarita?

Oh, ha, you must be Kris.

- Hi.
- Welcome.

- This is Mina.
- Hello, Mina.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- It's lovely to meet you.

Come in, please.

Is it true?

You met El Guitarrista?

Oh, yes,
he actually lives

at the nursing home
where I work.

And you're sure it's him?

I did a lot of research.

It's definitely him.

A forgotten legend.

But what is he doing
on this side of the border?

Last anyone knew,
he was in New York.

I don't know.

He... has dementia.

Aw, no.

That is heartbreaking.

Garcia was the most respected
musician of his time.

But after the revolution,
he couldn't go back to Cuba.

Why?

Your guess is as good as mine.

He wasn't political.

Can you tell me
anything about him?

His band was started
by his paternal grandfather.

Garcia became a member because
his father was a member.

And the other members

were children
of the other players.

Childhood friends.

Yes, yes.

They were well-known.

But Garcia...

Garcia, he was exceptional.

He played with
all the best musicians

in the clubs in Havana.

- And then he went to New York, right?
- Yes, yes.

And I read that he even played
at the Cotton Club?

The Cotton
Club, the Half Note,

the Copacabana...

And I heard he met a woman
and left New York.

But I don't know for sure.

And what about Elena?

Who's Elena?

The... the singer.

Elena Acosta?

Ah, yes, I remember her.

She had a bit of a career.

But whether
she's alive or dead now,

I don't know.

Luis says that she was
the love of his life.

Really?

Yeah, that's why I figured

I would ask you if you knew
anything about her.

I'll ask my friends.

There are many artists in Cuba,
but the circle is small.

Why don't you come and see

my friends perform
at the Havana Lounge?

The best musicians from Cuba
play every Friday night.

Yes, we... we would love to.

I'm actually looking
forward to Friday night.

That piano player
was amazing.

Here we are,
my humble abode.

- Wow. This is cool.
- Yeah, thanks.

Make yourself at home.

You thirsty? Can I get you
something to drink?

Let's see.
What do I have here?

Uh, beer and...
nope, that's beer, too.

Um, water is fine.

Great.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

You play?

Yeah, a little bit.

Let's see here.

Hmm?

I had fun tonight.

Me, too.

May I?

Yeah, of course.

It's been so long.

There you go.

My, uh...
my grandfather taught me.

What were those chords?

Um, A, D, and E, I think.

Mm-hmm.

- Like that?
- Yeah.

You're really good.

It's a couple of chords.

♪ Yo soy un hombre sincero ♪

♪ De donde crece la palma ♪

♪ Yo soy un hombre sincero ♪

♪ De donde crece la palma ♪

♪ Y antes de morir yo quiero ♪

♪ Cantar mis versos del alma ♪

Your voice is beautiful.

Thanks.

I haven't sung
that song in ages.

Really? Why not?

Just...

life.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, I'm here to see
Mr. Luis Garcia.

Of course.
Just sign in there.

Okay, thank you.

All right.

Oh, it's just down
the hall on your left.

Thank you.

He doesn't usually
have visitors.

That's odd.

I wonder who that could be.

Hello?

Um, Mr. Luis Garcia?

Si.

Uh, I brought you
something here.

Hmm?

Pretty nice, right?

El Guitarrista.

Oh!

Whoa!

Whoo!

Whoa!

♪ Siempre que te pregunto... ♪

♪ Que cuándo, cómo y dónde ♪

♪ Tu siempre me respondes ♪

♪ Quizás, quizás, quizás ♪

Otra vez, otra vez.

♪ Y así pasan los días ♪

♪ y yo desesperando ♪

♪ Y tu, tu contestando ♪

♪ Quizás, quizás, quizás ♪

Yeah!

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You ready to go?
- Yeah.

That was incredible.

He was so happy, so alive.

Thanks for doing that.

It really made his day.

What you're doing
is really great.

All right.

Is this good
or should I pull up?

No, it's good.
I'll, uh, I'll get out here.

I can come up.

Why?

I don't know.
It's early and...

I mean, I showed you my place.

It can't possibly be
worse than that.

It's my aunt's place,
so...

Great! I'm great with aunts!

Not tonight.

Um, she had surgery.

Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

Is she okay?

Yeah, sh-she'll be fine.

Um, I'll see you tomorrow.

'Kay, see you tomorrow.

Ah!

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Luis?

Are you ready?

I have a surprise for you.

What do you think?

Let's go.

Elena?

Uh-huh.

Ah!

Whoo!

There we go.

- Let's go!
- Oh... yah!

- Ay!
- Luis, what took you so long?

Luis, my man!

We've been waiting for you.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

El Guitarrista!

Señor Garcia,
what a pleasure.

Come, my darling.

Just over here.

♪ Guantanamera ♪

♪ Guajira guantanamera ♪

♪ Guantanamera ♪

♪ Guajira guantanamera ♪

♪ Guantanamera ♪

♪ Guajira guantanamera ♪

♪ Guantanamera ♪

♪ Guajira guantanamera ♪

♪ Guantanamera... ♪

♪ Guantanamera ♪

♪ Guajira guantanamera ♪

Yeah, Luis!

♪ Guantanamera ♪

♪ Guajira guantanamera ♪

♪ Guantanamera ♪

Hey!

♪ Guajira guantanamera ♪

♪ Guantanamera ♪

♪ Guajira guantanamera ♪

Otra vez!

♪ Guantanamera ♪

♪ Guantanamera
Guantana... ♪

Uh, who's the other woman
behind me with all the moves?

Oh, that's, uh,
Mrs. Rosenberg.

She just had
a hip replacement.

- It works!
- Yeah!

She was bustin'
the moves.

She did, totally!

Pretty good
at those maracas, my man.

Thanks, man.
You know I gotta commit.

- I'm a performer.
- Yeah, I was surprised.

- Here we go.
- All right.

Where are we going?

- I don't know. Grab a bite, maybe?
- Yeah.

I saw the show.
You were all wonderful.

- Oh. Thank you!
- Thank you!

Mina?

I'll see you guys.

Later.

I should have known...
the food, the music.

I did nothing wrong.

What was that today?

I was helping a patient.

- You're not a doctor.
- I will be.

Not at this rate.

Did you forget
what your father fought for?

Education is the only thing

that will make you free
in this world.

I'm already free,
in case you didn't know!

Okay?

That's the whole point
of being a child refugee.

Things are not so simple.

Well, why not!
Why can't they be simple?

I don't want you
to see that boy again.

What are we talking about?
He's a man.

Yeah, and I'm 19!

It's a distraction.

Is it because
he's not Muslim?

You're here, Mina,
in a university.

You have every opportunity
in front of you.

You need to stay focused!

You're talking about it
as if it's life and death.

And it's not.

I worked many years
to build my career

and only to start
all over again

when I came
to this country.

You don't have to face
what I have gone through!

You can make something
of yourself!

Stop being so concerned
about my future!

I put food on this table

and I send you to school
for your future.

Where is your gratitude,
young lady?

What if I don't want
to be like you?

You're the one
who loved being a doctor.

Why don't you go back to
school and become a doctor?

Now you're talking nonsense!

Well, you could take
night classes.

I'd be dead before I finish.

Okay, then, accept help
and go to university full-time.

Atesh said
if you sell the land,

you could have
so much more money.

- Don't talk to me about Atesh!
- Why not?

What's your problem
with Atesh?

What does Atesh know?

What does he know?

Grandfather said
you were a great doctor.

That you loved your job

and you were surrounded
by colleagues and friends.

Now you don't
see anyone anymore.

You don't understand
how things are.

Actually, I do.

I've seen the pictures.

The ones with the girl.

Your friend!

Did you really think
I wouldn't figure it out?

You hide them away
as if they're...

your most
precious possessions.

We're not in
Afghanistan, Amma.

You can live the life
that you want here.

It is not your place
to talk about such things.

Well, that's why
you left, right?

Because of her?

Life wasn't about singing

and playing guitar
in the kitchen.

There were bombings,
killing all the time.

Half the time,
we didn't know

which side
was doing what.

I know you were
just a little girl,

but you must remember
some of it.

What about the time

a suicidal bomber
killed the neighbors?

You used to play
with those children.

Remember.

That's the day my father
decided to send you to me...

when he stopped believing
anything would change.

We can't change
the past, Mina.

All we have left
is our future.

Mr. Garcia, good afternoon.

Hello. I know I'm early.
My flight was ahead of schedule.

If you don't mind
squeezing me in.

Not at all.
Make yourself comfortable

and I'll be with you
in just a minute.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, um, hi.

Are you
Luis Garcia's son?

Yes.

I'm Mina Ayoub.

I spend a lot of time
with your dad.

Michael.

I, I didn't know
he had a son.

We're not close.

He's been
remembering things.

Like what?

He's been remembering
his life back in Cuba,

and all of his music and...

That's...
before my time.

Sure, but if you just,

you know, sat down with him
for a few minutes,

I'm sure he would
love to see you...

Thank you. I'm on
a really tight schedule.

You don't have time
to talk to your dad?

You don't know him,
do you?

I know he's a sweet man,
and that he enjoys company...

He's a drunk.

At least that's how
I remember him.

He left when I was eight,

and I haven't heard
from him since.

Oh.

Then why are you
taking care of him...?

- Listen...
- Mr. Garcia? Come on in.

I do it as a favor
to my mother.

She's a much
better person than I am.

Have a good day.

Luis?

Luis!

There you are.

Let's get you back
in the room for lunch.

Come on, Luis,
lunch is waiting.

Luis?

Oh.

Okay, Luis.

'Kay, we're gonna get you
all cleaned up, okay?

Come on.
We've got this, okay?

Come on.
All right.

And... up!

Come on, Luis, come on.
You can do this.

Come on. Work with me.

Let's go.

Come!

- Hm.
- What happened to him?

- Who?
- Mr. Garcia.

We gave him an injection.

It was doctor's orders.

I'm sorry, but we need
to keep him calm at this stage.

Here. Take my seat.

- There you go.
- Ah, thank you, dear.

Mina?
Come with me, please.

Sorry, Mr. Garcia.

We need to take this away.

We need healthy food
for your heart, right?

Oh, don't do that,
Mr. Garcia.

I'm trying to help you.

First, I'd like
to acknowledge

the great work
that you've been doing.

Thank you.

And I wanted to let you know
that there's been talk

about starting a music program
for some of the residents here.

Really?

Yes.

Apparently, a lot of
facilities have been doing it,

- and they've been getting great results.
- Mina...

And this is, honestly,
just the beginning.

I have so many ideas.

- I mean...
- Mina!

We can bring in
local musicians,

and we can start
a day program

for non-residents
with dementia and...

I'm afraid
I have to let you go.

What?

I carefully created
that meal plan for Mr. Garcia.

He has a serious
heart condition.

Yeah, I know, but I had to do something.
He wasn't eating.

You needed to follow
our care approach.

If I leave, he'll go back
to the way he was.

Well, it may help you to know
he's being transferred.

He's being moved to a palliative
care facility in Kingston.

His son thought it was best.

Mr. Garcia's health
is in decline.

Luis.

Mina...

you've done more for this man
than anyone could expect.

But you can't save him.

He'll be all alone.

It's up to his family.

He's being transferred
this Saturday. I'm sorry.

I should've listened.

Yeah.

You were too involved.

There's a job for you
at the restaurant.

Atesh is expecting you
after class tomorrow.

I... I thought we didn't
want Atesh's help.

Hmm...

you'll work for it.

Don't forget
to congratulate him.

On what?

His daughter's engagement.

What?

Zahra's fiancé just
arrived from Afghanistan.

They'll be expanding
the restaurant business.

I guess she didn't
tell you, huh?

How is she doing?

She's learning.

She's a smart girl.

She will learn quickly.

Did you hear
my daughter's engaged?

Wow! Congratulations!

- That's wonderful news, Mr. Karzai!
- Thank you.

You must be so proud.

I am, thank you.

How's your food?

It's excellent.
Thank you so much.

Hey, Mina. Um...

I haven't heard from you...
and I hope everything's okay.

Call me.

Table three needs water.

Okay.

Mina!

Mina, where the hell
have you been?

I'm sorry.

I... I can explain.

You didn't respond
to any of my messages.

What's going on?

I've been wanting
to talk to you.

You're literally
walking away from me.

Look, Mina, if you don't want
to see me anymore, just say so.

No, it's not that.
It's just I needed time.

Time for what?

You have no idea what my life
has been like lately.

Yeah, you're right,
I don't.

I got fired!

Okay?

Now I'm stuck
bussing tables

at my second cousin's
restaurant!

Oh, God.
That sounds so horrible.

And I can't see
Luis anymore.

Ah, right, Luis.

What's that
supposed to mean?

It means I think
you're getting

a little too caught up
in a fantasy.

What are you talking about?

You were completely
onboard last week.

Yeah, and I still am
now but

Mina, you... you think
you can fix people

and... and bring
the past back.

Luis is still a dying man.

You need to wrap
your head around that!

But that doesn't mean
he can't live now!

I mean, we're all
gonna die, anyways!

Well, that's bleak.

Well, it's true.

You don't know if
you're gonna cross a street

and get hit by a car!

Or if a bomb is gonna
fall out of the sky!

Yeah, or if
your girlfriend's

gonna suddenly need to
marry somebody else.

I didn't know anything
about that, okay?

Ethan is a mess, okay?

He's in love with her.

What do I tell him?

Tell him to
forget about her.

That's fucked up.

Look, I'm not like Zahra.

Really? You wouldn't even
introduce me to your aunt.

It was a timing thing.

Oh, like, there's
a good time

to have that conversation?

Look, it doesn't even matter
because she already knows!

And?

It's complicated.

It's complicated.
Sure it is.

You know what, Mina?
I give up.

Kris, wait.

You know what I think?

You have no interest
in letting me into your life.

- That's not true!
- Really?

Now that your life's
falling apart,

you've managed to alienate
the one person

that actually could've
been there for you.

♪ Happy Birthday to you... ♪

♪ Happy Birthday to you! ♪

♪ Happy Birthday,
Mr. Garcia! ♪

♪ Happy Birthday to you! ♪

Yay! Make a wish!

You can blow out
your candles, Mr. Garcia.

Yay!

Hi, Luis.

Oh, hola.

Happy Birthday,
my friend.

Is it my birthday?

Yeah. You had
cake today.

Ahh!

I like cake.

Oh, I know.

How old am I?

Doesn't matter.

Did I have cake today?

Yeah.

Ahh!

I like cake.

Did you come to take me
away from here?

No.

Ah.

- Hello?
- Hey.

Can we talk?

I had to punch in the code
three times, sorry.

I know.

The door sticks.

I'm not used to this.

No, I'm sorry for what
I said last night.

Okay, that was wrong.

I shouldn't have...

Sorry.

I don't want to lose you.

I just don't want
to play games, Mina.

I'm not that kinda guy.

H-hey, hey.

They're moving Luis
into palliative care tomorrow.

Shit.

How's he doing?

Pretty disoriented.

I guess he knows that it's...

over.

I just...

I wish I could've
done more, you know?

I know.

Hey... wait a minute.

Isn't... isn't today Friday?

Yeah, why?

Oh, my God.

It's Friday.

Yeah.

- Gang... Sir.
- Come in, come in.

We missed them.

Can't believe
you still had these.

Well, Zahra hasn't
picked them up from my place,

'cause she'd rather take heat
from the drama department

than face me again.

Anyway... here we go.

- Oh, wow!
- Wow!

This is perfect.

Where did you find this?

It was just sitting
in my grandfather's closet.

All right.

You're amazing.

Luis, get you up on your feet.

Let's see
how this looks on you.

Where are you taking me?

- Taking you home.
- What?

Okay, okay,
come on, come on.

All right.

One second, okay, Luis?

Sir, I just need
to grab this, okay?

You're gonna
get it back real soon.

Thank you.

Let's go. Come on!

Luis, come on!
We gotta go!

You good?

Let's go! Go, go!

Vamanos! Whoo!

All right!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Whoo!

- Yeah!
- Whoo!

Hola!

Hi. This is El Guitarrista.
I called earlier.

Ah, yes, El Guitarrista,
welcome.

It's a grand pleasure, señor.

Gracias.

- Por favor.
- Si.

Luis!

Welcome! Welcome!

Kris, Mina,
I'm so glad you came.

Come, have a seat.

And... there we go.

Just a little bit.

To Cuba!

To Cuba!

Viva la Cuba!

Hey, Luis.

Hey, do you mind
if I cut in?

Do you...
do you mind?

Hey, Luis, my man.
Are you okay?

Luis...

Mauricio!

No! No, no!

- Luis!
- No!

Luis! Luis, calm down!

Elena.

No, I'm not.

I'm not Elena.
I'm Mina.

- Luis.
- Hey, hey, hey.

I'm your friend Mina.
Remember?

Luis, it's okay.

It's okay.

Okay, come on.

Let's sit down.

Everything's
going to be fine.

Just breathe.

Trust me.

Luis, it's okay.

It's okay.
I'm here.

No, she's not home yet.

What do you mean
she didn't show up for work?

What?

Lounge?
What lounge?

Ladies and Gentlemen,

may I have
your attention, please?

We have something
very special for you tonight.

We are truly honoured

to have with us

two very talented performers.

Please, put your hands together

and welcome to the stage

Mina Ayoub and the
incredible Luis Garcia!

All right!

Surprise!

That's you!

My friends,
will you join us on stage?

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

El Guitarrista!

♪ Siempre que te pregunto ♪

♪ Que cuándo, cómo y dónde ♪

♪ Tu siempre me respondes ♪

♪ Quizás, quizás, quizás ♪

♪ Y así pasan los días ♪

♪ Y yo desesperando ♪

♪ Y tu, tu contestando ♪

♪ Quizás, quizás, quizás ♪

♪ Estas perdiendo el tiempo ♪

♪ Pensando, pensando ♪

♪ Por lo que mas tu quieras ♪

♪ Hasta cuándo, hasta cuándo ♪

♪ Y así pasan los días ♪

♪ Y yo desesperando ♪

♪ Y tu, tu contestando ♪

♪ Quizás, quizás, quizás ♪

♪ Estas perdiendo el tiempo ♪

♪ Pensando, pensando ♪

♪ Por lo que mas tu quieras ♪

♪ Hasta cuándo, hasta cuándo ♪

♪ Y así pasan los días ♪

♪ Y yo desesperando ♪

♪ Y tu, tu contestando ♪

♪ Quizás, quizás, quizás... ♪

♪ Quizás, quizás, quizás ♪

♪ Quizás, quizás ♪

♪ Quizás... ♪

You're silly...

Shh!

Lay down.

Ah, okay.

Are you ready
to be tucked in, huh?

Party... party monster.

Luis?

Luis? Luis?

Luis, wake up!

Wake up, wake up!

Luis, everything...
everything's gonna be fine.

Okay?

Everything's gonna be fine.

You're okay.
Come on! Wake up!

Push the button.

- What?
- Push the button.

Luis, we just had
an amazing night.

We performed together.

It was like you were
back in Cuba.

Come on, Luis!

It's me!
It's me, Mina!

I'm gonna tell everybody

that I performed
with El Guitarrista.

I performed with
El Guitarrista.

Luis!

Luis!

You sure his family
doesn't want it?

I'm sure.

Thank you.

Bye, Mina.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

My friend, Mario,
was just back in Cuba.

He found Los Cubanos.

Really?

And he found Elena.

She's so happy to hear the news
about her friend, Luis.

She sent a letter back for you.

Please.

"My dearest Mina...

I am pleased to hear

my darling Luis
is alive and well.

Ernesto is
no longer with us,

but my husband, Mauricio,
and I are doing well."

Wait.

She married Mauricio?

It would seem that way.

It never happened.

What?

Luis' great love,
it wasn't real.

It was real...

for him.

So...

what are you
gonna do now?

Okay, uh, I think it's...

- Where?
- We're close.

206...

I think it's this way.

Man, it's hot. Whoo!

We're close, for sure.

Uh, 203...

206. 206, this is it.

Hola.
Bienvenidos.

Hola.

Yo soy Elena.

Mina.

Uh, Kris.

Oh, hello.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

- A pleasure to meet you.
- Please, come in.

- Hola.
- Hola.

Mauricio.

Mauricio, Kris.

Uh, Mina.

Hola.

Come in.