Hey amigo! How ya feeling?
You’re looking good.
I feel all right, but it’s strange you know.
Like I’m a ghost wandering in the neighborhood.
The mind, the mind plays games with you
When you first breathe freedom’s air.
I did my time and when my stretch was through
Thank God Yolanda was there.
SeÃ±or Carlos Apache.
SeÃ±or Salvador Agron.
See how the mirror's changed our faces?
My father’s eyes are now my own.
The parade is almost over.
In my office I've kept your papers safe and sound.
The guy who brought them took no money.
He just shook my hand and turned around.
Mi Libertad! Mi Libertad llevo
I wrote these pages not with ink, but blood.
That’s the kind of stuff that sells.
Yes, but that’s not why I did it, Carlos.
Boricua! You've got to eat like everybody else.
Do you ever see the guys we knew?
Oh yeah, they come down when they need a dime to score.
The Capeman. I’ll never shed that name!
No one remembers anymore!
Sal this is Carlito. Carlito - your Uncle Sal.
Oh my god! He's so big! How are you?
Are you The Capeman?
I used to be your father’s pal.
You always will be, Salvador.
Do you still feel the same way about me, Carlos?
Or in your mind, was I the only one?
But Sal… it was dark… so long ago… you and Tony…
My God! What’s done is done!
Who will buy these raffle tickets I have in my hand?
Proceeds are for the San Juan Bautista Chapel.
Win a trip to our Puerto Rican homeland.
Leave your worries and your kids in the Big Apple.
We know the legend of the coqui,
The frog who blessed our island with his song.
We may live in New York City, boricua!
But it’s Puerto Rico where our hearts belong.
I can’t be around this many people.
Try! Come on.
They don’t want me here.
Of course they want you here! They’re friends.
This party is not for me. This party is for their country.
Sal, we’re talking about Puerto Rico!
And freedom and independence!