The Roar of the Butterflies (2023): Season 1, Episode 10 - Episode #1.10 - full transcript
We're better than the Cubans.
Let's show the world
what we do to communists in this country.
It's time to act.
My group has decided to take him out.
Minerva Mirabal.
Do you know her?
You will inform me of every one
of her movements, no matter how small.
Remember him?
Shot himself in the head.
This is fucked up.
I warned Pierre.
Now there'll be a manhunt.
You must go.
They know where you are and won't be long.
Run. Run. Run.
This story is inspired by real events.
All characters and events depicted
have been created for dramatic purposes.
Any similarity with reality
is purely coincidental.
We begin this year with long-awaited
political news from a neighboring country.
On January 8, 1959,
Fidel Castro entered Havana in triumph
and was greeted by the Cuban people
as a national hero.
A terrible coup d'etat
has taken place in Cuba,
led by the revolutionary Fidel Castro.
An assault on power,
causing bloodshed in our brother nation.
The government
of Fulgencio Batista
was overthrown by Cuban guerrillas
led by Fidel Castro,
marking the first popular takeover
of an island in the Caribbean.
Although its leaders have portrayed it
as a popular uprising for freedom,
it is yet another attack on Latin America
by the international dictatorship.
The corrupt and ruthless dictatorship
of Fulgencio Batista has reached its end.
The Dominican government has just granted
asylum to Fulgencio Batista.
We will keep you updated.
MONTE CRISTI, DOMINICAN REPUBLIC
JANUARY 8, 1959
♪ Fall asleep, my child ♪
♪ Close your eyes and dream ♪
♪ Mama's on her way ♪
♪ And by your side she'll be ♪
…political news
from a neighboring country…
Minou. Minou, sweetie.
Fidel Castro entered Havana in triumph…
What are they saying?
Didn't you hear? They did it.
Come here. Shh. Listen. Listen.
…the Cuban people
as a national hero.
The corrupt and ruthless dictatorship
of Fulgencio Batista has reached its end…
Cuba is free, honey.
Cuba is free, and very soon
the Dominican Republic will be too.
- Yes.
- …seven years of terror.
The dictator fled the island
with the fortune…
The CRY of the BUTTERFLIES
Miss Gipsy.
Miss Gipsy, are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine.
I heard you yell.
No, no, no, Mami. I didn't yell.
I didn't yell.
I've told you not to enter
when I'm sleeping.
You have to knock first.
All right.
I was really scared when I heard you.
-What time is it?
-3:00 in the afternoon.
Oh.
Mami, bring me breakfast.
A good breakfast.
Miss, Amado has been waiting for you
for a long time.
He seems quite impatient.
Impatient? Why would he be impatient?
You're supposed to be at the studio, miss.
-What day is today?
-Today's Saturday. Don't you remember?
-How can it be Saturday?
-Yes, miss.
No, no, no, Mami.
You should have woken me up earlier.
How can it be Saturday?
And what fucking dress--
Mami, I told you to wake me up!
I ironed this one you really like.
- You told me to do so yesterday. Remember?
- Fine.
Yeah.
Bring me something to eat.
I'm already late, so it doesn't matter.
-Yes, miss.
-Mmm.
And tell Amado to get the car ready.
Right away, miss.
The people won the war!
This war was won by no one but the people,
and I say that in case anyone thinks
it was won by them,
or in case any troops think…
- Piece of shit.
- Pedrito, you'll break it.
It can't break now.
Well, I think we've heard all we need
to start celebrating.
Do you know what Fidel's doing?
He's speaking directly to us.
Yes, yes.
Yes. Those words,
"the people above all else,"
call us to organize ourselves
like they did.
People need to know
that Cuba won its revolution.
There's still much work to be done.
We need to convince the Dominicans.
We're the ones
who have to get the word out
because the regime
will hide it or twist it.
Fortunately, we have allies.
The unions will make sure that every
worker in this country hears about it.
Of course. We also have comrades
at all the universities.
Today we should make a list
of all the student leaders,
so we can meet with them and plan
how to communicate and fight back.
Well, let's have a toast.
- Yes, please.
- Please.
Why? Why?
-What's wrong?
-Minerva, I don't want to be a killjoy.
Mmm.
Comrades, listen up carefully.
We still don't have what we need
to start taking direct action.
We're not in Cuba.
We're in a place where that son of a bitch
The Goat still rules.
And he's granted powers to Jimmy Alves,
a killer unlike any the world
has ever seen before.
Manolo, I'm convinced the time has come.
We have to risk it all to win.
Yes, that's fine.
But we have to be smart about it.
We can't let our emotions take over.
That would just mean suicide
for us and all the university students.
This is not the time to be making noise
or having large gatherings.
The number of spies is growing.
Guys, Manolo's right.
- We have to use our heads.
- Mmm.
But there can be no doubt
that we're getting closer to our goal.
Aw! Let's have a toast!
For freedom, damn it.
- For freedom.
- For freedom.
Cheers!
Cheers.
Twenty seconds!
Come on, hurry! Guys, hurry.
Come on, Gipsy, up. That's it, very good.
I'll apply your makeup.
- Don't touch me. My makeup's done.
- Pardon me.
Forward, back, side to side.
Excellent. Hurry.
Very good, guys.
Luis, ready.
Musicians, everyone. That's it!
Places!
Three, two, one! Dance!
THE GIPSY SHOW
♪ The show is starting ♪
♪ The Gipsy Show ♪
♪ Turn on the TV ♪
♪ It's The Gipsy Show ♪
♪ The show is starting ♪
♪ The Gipsy Show ♪
♪ Turn on the TV ♪
♪ It's The Gipsy Show ♪
♪ Dominicans are all moving to the beat ♪
♪ The Gipsy Show is on ♪
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to…
The Gipsy Show!
Done?
Generalissimo, you can get dressed now.
What are you doing?
We're going to run some tests.
No, no. No tests. No.
I want a diagnosis and a solution.
Well, I can't be sure if…
your Excellency--
How-- How can you not be sure?
You've been pawing my ass
the past half hour.
How can you not be sure?
Generalissimo, that incontinence of yours…
Well…
Mmm.
You're now 68 years old,
and you've had a very active sex life--
Which I plan to continue.
That's just what I wanted
to talk to you about.
About what?
About my sex life?
Perhaps if you took a break
from sex for a time--
Are you telling me the solution
to my problem is to stop getting laid?
Absolutely not.
I need the…
…to see the results of the exams
to be certain of your diagnosis, and--
Look, how's this for a diagnosis?
You're an idiot.
All this time and money,
and you still can't tell me
what's wrong with me?
I know there's a problem.
I'm the one who has it!
You can go.
Find me Dr. Jean Baptiste Marion
in France.
Tell him to stop whatever he's doing
and come to me.
Put him on a plane, first class.
Do as I say.
I won't take no for an answer!
Right away, General.
Fire!
I'm giving you one last chance.
Work for me…
and you'll be a free man.
But if you decide to do otherwise…
…you'll meet the same fate
as your friends.
Boom!
You're so beautiful
when you're like that.
How? Quiet?
No. Naked.
You're beautiful when you're quiet too.
- Mmm?
- Mm-hmm.
Be quiet because if you wake up Manolito,
you're putting him back to sleep.
- I don't think so.
- Yes.
Manolo, be careful.
Hey! Who's there?
Calm down. It's me, Pierre.
Pierre?
What are you doing here?
I'm here with some comrades.
I'll explain later.
Let's go inside. It could be dangerous.
Come on.
Come on. Go inside.
After I escaped,
I wandered around for weeks.
The police were after me.
The secret service, the army.
I could never stay in one place for long.
I stole food, bathed in rivers,
slept in barns.
A few times, I had to run
because people thought I was a thief.
I got closer and closer
to the Haitian border,
but I swear I thought more than once
that I'd never make it.
But here you are.
With not a drop of strength left.
My cousins rescued me.
It's thanks to them that I'm still alive.
Why did you come back, Pierre?
Trujillo isn't one to forgive and forget.
I'm back--
Or rather, we're back…
- to finish what we started at the church.
- Pierre…
All the damage they did to us
wasn't enough for you?
Trujillo arrested people left and right.
We lost many.
Manolo, please.
It's okay, Minerva. Manolo's right.
I was a fool not to listen to you.
It wasn't the time. We weren't ready.
I made a mistake
and let anger get the best of me.
So now what?
You're going to make the same mistake?
Step in the same shit twice?
No.
So tell us, what's next for you?
When I recovered, I traveled to Venezuela.
I joined a group of Dominicans
in exile there,
all of them eager
to put an end to the dictatorship.
We came up with a plan and with support
from the government and some Cubans…
He was with Fidel in the Sierra Maestra.
Taking out Batista was amazing, man.
Next on the list is that damn Trujillo.
You three, all by yourselves,
are going to take out The Goat?
We're part of a reconnaissance party
sent to scout out the area.
The rest will come in due time
by air and by sea.
It's different this time, Manolo.
There are many of us,
and we're trained and heavily armed.
And we have Betancourt's full support.
What do you want from us, Pierre?
We want you to join us.
We need local support and--
We still feel
that violence is not the answer.
-And I'll gi--
-Manolo, hold on.
I want to know what he means by
needing local support.
-Minerva, his position is clear.
-To you. Not to me.
Please, I want to listen.
Shit.
You like that?
You're hurting me.
-What'd you say, whore?
-You're hurting me, Rafael.
Hey, hey. Why don't we go to the bed? Huh?
Shh. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Really. Why don't we go to the bed?
Look.
We--
We'll go to the bed when I say so
and when I want to, got that?
No!
Are you crazy?
You made me bleed, you lunatic!
- I'm sorry.
- Lunatic!
No, no, please. No, no. No, no!
-No! No, no more! Stop!
-Stop, stop.
-No, no.
-You fucking bitch!
-Stop! Stop!
-No! No!
- Stop! Get over here. Stop!
- No! No!
No.
Open it.
- Open the door.
- No.
Open it. Open the door, Arantxa!
Open it, damn it! Open the door!
Open it! Open the door, you whore!
Let me go!
Go where? Without me, you're nothing!
You have nothing!
You're no one without me! Open it!
- Open the fucking door!
- No.
You'll pay for this!
Fuck!
Comrades, this is a historic moment.
We can't stand by and do nothing.
We must be a part of this story before,
during, and after the invasion.
They need us.
Can we trust Pierre?
Yes, we can.
What do they need?
On-the-ground logistical support.
Medicines, medical contacts.
- Basically, we need to set up a hospital.
- Here you go.
There'll be casualties.
We need maps of the roads.
And we'll have to keep them fed
during the advance, right?
And help them hide from the regime.
I propose making our decision
the same way we always do.
Let's vote on it.
Who supports us participating
in this revolution?
If you're going to tell me you fell,
you can save your breath.
Don't worry, miss.
No one will notice a thing.
And not just because I'm a makeup artist.
Every woman has to know a few tricks
if she wants to always look beautiful.
Hmm?
Will we be able to do
the dance routine today?
Give her ten minutes, ma'am.
What's going on?
Why are you all still here?
Get going. We're about to go live.
I want you to put on a good show
for me tonight, Gipsy.
It's them.
They made it.
Stay here.
Héctor.
-Good to see you, brother.
-Same here, brother.
Did you come by yourself?
No. I'm with Justo and Narciso.
I came alone to avoid
making people suspicious.
That is good thinking.
We don't have much time.
The operation is a go.
Where's it going to be?
All the information's here.
Do we have local support?
Who's in?
Your contact person is Alcides.
Alcides.
Damn, put the bottle down.
I think you've had enough.
-Ready?
-Ready.
Who is it?
It's me. José.
Aren't you going to invite me in?
Just a courtesy call. Perhaps a coffee?
Well…
You know what a grueling day I've had.
Hmm.
I was getting ready to go to bed
as soon as possible.
The thing is, I… I need to talk to you.
I need you to listen to me.
No…
…there's no one else here.
I came by myself.
With an open heart.
Wow.
My goodness.
I'd heard about this house, but…
Rafael never let me come here or use it.
He was always very protective
of this place.
And of his lovers.
How many years have you been here?
Five?
Six?
It seems only yesterday
you were at my hostel.
No other woman lasted as long
in this house with Rafael.
But--
But it's also true that…
…in this country, there's no other woman
as beautiful as you.
Rum?
No.
Is that what you came to tell me?
I know perfectly well
how long I've been in this house.
When you chose my brother, I thought,
"Nah.
This'll be the same as it was with--
With all the others.
A few rolls in the hay, and off she goes."
But the months went by.
The years went by.
And there wasn't a day,
not a single day…
that I didn't think of you.
What is it about this woman?
What does she do in bed
to make my brother fall so hard for her?
What secret do these two lovers have
to last so long?
And just now,
in your dressing room, it dawned on me.
As they put makeup on you
to cover your bruises,
I understood everything.
He's with you because he's a sick man.
And you're with him because you're scared.
Out of terror.
Because greed, well--
You already have fame.
You've also made a good sum of money.
I paid those checks myself,
from the first one to the last.
That's life for you, Gipsy.
I pay your salary…
and my brother gets to fuck you.
- Get out of this house right now.
- No, no.
Don't be scared.
I'm not going to do anything to you.
I'm not like Rafael.
I couldn't hit a woman.
You're just like him.
You're just as violent and full of shit.
You degrade them.
You demand sex in exchange for work.
And if they say no, you humiliate them.
And that's why you came. To humiliate me.
No, that's not why.
I came to tell you the truth.
The harsh truth.
Listen to me.
I came to propose
that we run away from all this shit.
- What?
- Yes, yes, yes. Just what I said.
I have five million dollars saved up,
and I'm just as in love with you
as I was the first time I saw you
at the Ovando hotel.
-No.
-We can live in any paradise you choose.
No more putting up with this shit.
You're completely crazy.
-I'm crazy about you.
-No, no. Don't touch me.
No, no, no!
Get away from me!
What are you doing?
No, Gipsy. Don't take it that way.
I meant what I was saying.
Let's just calm down.
I have a plane I can use.
We could leave as soon as tomorrow.
I'll take my fortune,
and you don't have to pack a thing.
I'll buy you the very best.
I'll even buy you an oceanfront mansion
in Mexico, or in the Bahamas, or--
Take your pick. You'll be my queen.
Do you hear yourself? You're pathetic.
You're nothing but a clown
picking at his brother's leftovers.
I don't understand you.
Why would you want to stay here?
Huh? So he can keep beating you up?
Are you a masochist or something?
What can this country possibly offer you?
Get out or I pick up that phone.
Who are you going to call? The police?
Don't forget
I'm the Minister of Communications.
Who do you think
they'll take orders from, you or me?
I'm going to call him.
Don't you dare.
Try me.
Fuck!
- Hello?
- Hi, Arantxa. It's Pilar.
Oh, hi, Pilar. How are you?
About to catch a train. How are you doing?
Good. I was working
on a new dance routine.
-I have a lot of energy right now.
-I'm happy to hear that.
I have a surprise for you.
I was talking to the publisher,
and I asked them to invite you
to the book launch in New York.
And, since the UN declaration event
is two days after that,
you can attend both of them.
Wow, wonderful.
But there was no need, really. Thank you.
Mmm… Pilar, one thing.
Will many people be attending?
Well…
there will be people
from the New York literary world,
people involved with the UN event,
and the Mirabal family, of course.
With Dedé as speaker.
Arantxa?
Arantxa?
Yes. Uh, yes, I'm here. Sorry, Pilar.
So, will you come?
Um, well, I don't know.
I don't know. I really don't know.
It depends on my schedule.
Okay. How about this?
I'll tell my publisher to contact you,
and you can work it out with them.
But just know this.
It would be an honor to share
the tribute to Minerva with you.
All right. All right, all right.
Thank you so much for everything.
I hope to see you in New York.
Bye.
Bye.
Come on, sweetie. Let's go.
Come on.
Manolo, I'll take him.
-No, it's okay.
-Don't worry. Let me take him.
I'll put him down for a nap.
-I'll come in a minute to say bye.
-Okay, that's fine.
Shh. Shh. Shh.
There you go, sweetie.
Don't worry.
Come here, princess.
Okay.
I've got the water nice and hot.
- You'll take her?
- Yes.
- Come with me, sweetie.
- You're fine.
- A nice bath, sweetie.
- A nice bath with Grandma.
With Grandma. Come here, sweetheart.
Come on. Grandma's
going to give you such a nice bath.
What's wrong, honey?
You know.
I don't know if it's worth the risk.
You don't know if it's worth the risk?
Listen to yourself.
Manolo, we must take this path,
no matter where it leads us.
Or have you forgotten everything
my family has suffered,
all because I didn't want to be groped
by our "benefactor"?
Of course I haven't forgotten.
This is for them.
They deserve a free country.
It's not even for us.
What we feared has just happened.
Jimmy, give us a summary.
The attack will take place next Sunday,
June 14.
It's a group of exiled Dominicans,
Cubans, Venezuelans, and Mexicans
who trained in Venezuela.
The attack will take place
by air at Estero Hondo.
Here, sir.
Báez, are you really pointing on the map
to show me where Estero Hondo is?
I know this country
like the back of my hand.
It's very far, General.
It's a long way to Ciudad Trujillo.
I sometimes wonder
how I ever made you a general.
How far is the Sierra Maestra from Havana?
Jimmy, how reliable is this information?
What do you find unreliable about it?
I don't know.
I just wanted to be sure, right?
Negro, Negro. Don't ask stupid questions.
All right.
We could see this coming.
For a while now. They're coming for us.
And it's that son of a bitch Betancourt
who bankrolls them.
Let me see if you understand me.
I'm not worried about some ragtag army
advancing towards the capital.
What keeps me up at night
is the thought of them settling somewhere,
because they'll start setting up
guerrilla units,
and in a year, a year and a half,
they'll have recruited farmers
and entire villages.
No!
That has to be nipped in the bud now,
or it becomes unstoppable.
If we control Monte Cristi
and Puerto Plata,
which are the two closest cities,
we could isolate them.
That sounds good to me.
Yes, that's right.
But I also want their intermediaries
and internal contacts.
Everything.
We don't have precise information,
Generalissimo,
but it's rather easy to figure out.
The Military Intelligence Service
is looking into all potential allies.
I have people at the university.
We have the Puerto Plata union leaders
locked up in La Cuarenta.
And we have the Mirabal and Tavares group
under control, sir.
Prepare the banquet table…
because we're going to feast
on them like the pigs they are.
ESTERO HONDO BEACH
JUNE 14, 1959
Prepare the weapons!
That's the place, Captain.
Maintain speed
and begin our descent.
- I'm tired too.
- I can't take any more.
No, we have to go now.
I'm sick of waiting.
- What's going on?
- Did you see anything? Any signals?
Still nothing.
- Why don't we make contact?
- We have to wait.
Wait for what? For them to kill us?
We have to be calm.
Hold our positions.
A plane. Could it be them?
It's them.
There they are. Come on.
Ready, gentlemen!
Let's go, Pierre.
Come on, come on.
Hurry. It's them.
- This way.
- Forward, forward.
- Quickly.
- Move ahead.
- Let's fight for our country.
- Fatherland or death!
- There they are.
- Let's join them.
Long live the revolution!
For a free Dominican Republic!
That's right, buddy.
For the Dominican Republic.
Don't be afraid!
For a free Dominican Republic!
For a free Dominican Republic!
Come on, come on.
- Fatherland or death!
- Fatherland!
Ciudad Trujillo
with a temperature of 31 degrees.
A chance of rain and thunderstorms…
- On the house.
- Thanks, Vasco.
This is going to be a long day.
We now continue with more music…
Close the door.
In the tree. In the tree.
Get him! Get him!
Shoot him! Shoot him!
Run. There's one over there.
Run! Run!
Shoot him! On the right.
Kill him!
He's over there, behind the bushes.
Get him. He's on the right.
He's around here. Don't let him get away!
Nothing.
We'll hear from them soon.
Stop. Move and I'll kill you.
Let's show the world
what we do to communists in this country.
It's time to act.
My group has decided to take him out.
Minerva Mirabal.
Do you know her?
You will inform me of every one
of her movements, no matter how small.
Remember him?
Shot himself in the head.
This is fucked up.
I warned Pierre.
Now there'll be a manhunt.
You must go.
They know where you are and won't be long.
Run. Run. Run.
This story is inspired by real events.
All characters and events depicted
have been created for dramatic purposes.
Any similarity with reality
is purely coincidental.
We begin this year with long-awaited
political news from a neighboring country.
On January 8, 1959,
Fidel Castro entered Havana in triumph
and was greeted by the Cuban people
as a national hero.
A terrible coup d'etat
has taken place in Cuba,
led by the revolutionary Fidel Castro.
An assault on power,
causing bloodshed in our brother nation.
The government
of Fulgencio Batista
was overthrown by Cuban guerrillas
led by Fidel Castro,
marking the first popular takeover
of an island in the Caribbean.
Although its leaders have portrayed it
as a popular uprising for freedom,
it is yet another attack on Latin America
by the international dictatorship.
The corrupt and ruthless dictatorship
of Fulgencio Batista has reached its end.
The Dominican government has just granted
asylum to Fulgencio Batista.
We will keep you updated.
MONTE CRISTI, DOMINICAN REPUBLIC
JANUARY 8, 1959
♪ Fall asleep, my child ♪
♪ Close your eyes and dream ♪
♪ Mama's on her way ♪
♪ And by your side she'll be ♪
…political news
from a neighboring country…
Minou. Minou, sweetie.
Fidel Castro entered Havana in triumph…
What are they saying?
Didn't you hear? They did it.
Come here. Shh. Listen. Listen.
…the Cuban people
as a national hero.
The corrupt and ruthless dictatorship
of Fulgencio Batista has reached its end…
Cuba is free, honey.
Cuba is free, and very soon
the Dominican Republic will be too.
- Yes.
- …seven years of terror.
The dictator fled the island
with the fortune…
The CRY of the BUTTERFLIES
Miss Gipsy.
Miss Gipsy, are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine.
I heard you yell.
No, no, no, Mami. I didn't yell.
I didn't yell.
I've told you not to enter
when I'm sleeping.
You have to knock first.
All right.
I was really scared when I heard you.
-What time is it?
-3:00 in the afternoon.
Oh.
Mami, bring me breakfast.
A good breakfast.
Miss, Amado has been waiting for you
for a long time.
He seems quite impatient.
Impatient? Why would he be impatient?
You're supposed to be at the studio, miss.
-What day is today?
-Today's Saturday. Don't you remember?
-How can it be Saturday?
-Yes, miss.
No, no, no, Mami.
You should have woken me up earlier.
How can it be Saturday?
And what fucking dress--
Mami, I told you to wake me up!
I ironed this one you really like.
- You told me to do so yesterday. Remember?
- Fine.
Yeah.
Bring me something to eat.
I'm already late, so it doesn't matter.
-Yes, miss.
-Mmm.
And tell Amado to get the car ready.
Right away, miss.
The people won the war!
This war was won by no one but the people,
and I say that in case anyone thinks
it was won by them,
or in case any troops think…
- Piece of shit.
- Pedrito, you'll break it.
It can't break now.
Well, I think we've heard all we need
to start celebrating.
Do you know what Fidel's doing?
He's speaking directly to us.
Yes, yes.
Yes. Those words,
"the people above all else,"
call us to organize ourselves
like they did.
People need to know
that Cuba won its revolution.
There's still much work to be done.
We need to convince the Dominicans.
We're the ones
who have to get the word out
because the regime
will hide it or twist it.
Fortunately, we have allies.
The unions will make sure that every
worker in this country hears about it.
Of course. We also have comrades
at all the universities.
Today we should make a list
of all the student leaders,
so we can meet with them and plan
how to communicate and fight back.
Well, let's have a toast.
- Yes, please.
- Please.
Why? Why?
-What's wrong?
-Minerva, I don't want to be a killjoy.
Mmm.
Comrades, listen up carefully.
We still don't have what we need
to start taking direct action.
We're not in Cuba.
We're in a place where that son of a bitch
The Goat still rules.
And he's granted powers to Jimmy Alves,
a killer unlike any the world
has ever seen before.
Manolo, I'm convinced the time has come.
We have to risk it all to win.
Yes, that's fine.
But we have to be smart about it.
We can't let our emotions take over.
That would just mean suicide
for us and all the university students.
This is not the time to be making noise
or having large gatherings.
The number of spies is growing.
Guys, Manolo's right.
- We have to use our heads.
- Mmm.
But there can be no doubt
that we're getting closer to our goal.
Aw! Let's have a toast!
For freedom, damn it.
- For freedom.
- For freedom.
Cheers!
Cheers.
Twenty seconds!
Come on, hurry! Guys, hurry.
Come on, Gipsy, up. That's it, very good.
I'll apply your makeup.
- Don't touch me. My makeup's done.
- Pardon me.
Forward, back, side to side.
Excellent. Hurry.
Very good, guys.
Luis, ready.
Musicians, everyone. That's it!
Places!
Three, two, one! Dance!
THE GIPSY SHOW
♪ The show is starting ♪
♪ The Gipsy Show ♪
♪ Turn on the TV ♪
♪ It's The Gipsy Show ♪
♪ The show is starting ♪
♪ The Gipsy Show ♪
♪ Turn on the TV ♪
♪ It's The Gipsy Show ♪
♪ Dominicans are all moving to the beat ♪
♪ The Gipsy Show is on ♪
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to…
The Gipsy Show!
Done?
Generalissimo, you can get dressed now.
What are you doing?
We're going to run some tests.
No, no. No tests. No.
I want a diagnosis and a solution.
Well, I can't be sure if…
your Excellency--
How-- How can you not be sure?
You've been pawing my ass
the past half hour.
How can you not be sure?
Generalissimo, that incontinence of yours…
Well…
Mmm.
You're now 68 years old,
and you've had a very active sex life--
Which I plan to continue.
That's just what I wanted
to talk to you about.
About what?
About my sex life?
Perhaps if you took a break
from sex for a time--
Are you telling me the solution
to my problem is to stop getting laid?
Absolutely not.
I need the…
…to see the results of the exams
to be certain of your diagnosis, and--
Look, how's this for a diagnosis?
You're an idiot.
All this time and money,
and you still can't tell me
what's wrong with me?
I know there's a problem.
I'm the one who has it!
You can go.
Find me Dr. Jean Baptiste Marion
in France.
Tell him to stop whatever he's doing
and come to me.
Put him on a plane, first class.
Do as I say.
I won't take no for an answer!
Right away, General.
Fire!
I'm giving you one last chance.
Work for me…
and you'll be a free man.
But if you decide to do otherwise…
…you'll meet the same fate
as your friends.
Boom!
You're so beautiful
when you're like that.
How? Quiet?
No. Naked.
You're beautiful when you're quiet too.
- Mmm?
- Mm-hmm.
Be quiet because if you wake up Manolito,
you're putting him back to sleep.
- I don't think so.
- Yes.
Manolo, be careful.
Hey! Who's there?
Calm down. It's me, Pierre.
Pierre?
What are you doing here?
I'm here with some comrades.
I'll explain later.
Let's go inside. It could be dangerous.
Come on.
Come on. Go inside.
After I escaped,
I wandered around for weeks.
The police were after me.
The secret service, the army.
I could never stay in one place for long.
I stole food, bathed in rivers,
slept in barns.
A few times, I had to run
because people thought I was a thief.
I got closer and closer
to the Haitian border,
but I swear I thought more than once
that I'd never make it.
But here you are.
With not a drop of strength left.
My cousins rescued me.
It's thanks to them that I'm still alive.
Why did you come back, Pierre?
Trujillo isn't one to forgive and forget.
I'm back--
Or rather, we're back…
- to finish what we started at the church.
- Pierre…
All the damage they did to us
wasn't enough for you?
Trujillo arrested people left and right.
We lost many.
Manolo, please.
It's okay, Minerva. Manolo's right.
I was a fool not to listen to you.
It wasn't the time. We weren't ready.
I made a mistake
and let anger get the best of me.
So now what?
You're going to make the same mistake?
Step in the same shit twice?
No.
So tell us, what's next for you?
When I recovered, I traveled to Venezuela.
I joined a group of Dominicans
in exile there,
all of them eager
to put an end to the dictatorship.
We came up with a plan and with support
from the government and some Cubans…
He was with Fidel in the Sierra Maestra.
Taking out Batista was amazing, man.
Next on the list is that damn Trujillo.
You three, all by yourselves,
are going to take out The Goat?
We're part of a reconnaissance party
sent to scout out the area.
The rest will come in due time
by air and by sea.
It's different this time, Manolo.
There are many of us,
and we're trained and heavily armed.
And we have Betancourt's full support.
What do you want from us, Pierre?
We want you to join us.
We need local support and--
We still feel
that violence is not the answer.
-And I'll gi--
-Manolo, hold on.
I want to know what he means by
needing local support.
-Minerva, his position is clear.
-To you. Not to me.
Please, I want to listen.
Shit.
You like that?
You're hurting me.
-What'd you say, whore?
-You're hurting me, Rafael.
Hey, hey. Why don't we go to the bed? Huh?
Shh. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Really. Why don't we go to the bed?
Look.
We--
We'll go to the bed when I say so
and when I want to, got that?
No!
Are you crazy?
You made me bleed, you lunatic!
- I'm sorry.
- Lunatic!
No, no, please. No, no. No, no!
-No! No, no more! Stop!
-Stop, stop.
-No, no.
-You fucking bitch!
-Stop! Stop!
-No! No!
- Stop! Get over here. Stop!
- No! No!
No.
Open it.
- Open the door.
- No.
Open it. Open the door, Arantxa!
Open it, damn it! Open the door!
Open it! Open the door, you whore!
Let me go!
Go where? Without me, you're nothing!
You have nothing!
You're no one without me! Open it!
- Open the fucking door!
- No.
You'll pay for this!
Fuck!
Comrades, this is a historic moment.
We can't stand by and do nothing.
We must be a part of this story before,
during, and after the invasion.
They need us.
Can we trust Pierre?
Yes, we can.
What do they need?
On-the-ground logistical support.
Medicines, medical contacts.
- Basically, we need to set up a hospital.
- Here you go.
There'll be casualties.
We need maps of the roads.
And we'll have to keep them fed
during the advance, right?
And help them hide from the regime.
I propose making our decision
the same way we always do.
Let's vote on it.
Who supports us participating
in this revolution?
If you're going to tell me you fell,
you can save your breath.
Don't worry, miss.
No one will notice a thing.
And not just because I'm a makeup artist.
Every woman has to know a few tricks
if she wants to always look beautiful.
Hmm?
Will we be able to do
the dance routine today?
Give her ten minutes, ma'am.
What's going on?
Why are you all still here?
Get going. We're about to go live.
I want you to put on a good show
for me tonight, Gipsy.
It's them.
They made it.
Stay here.
Héctor.
-Good to see you, brother.
-Same here, brother.
Did you come by yourself?
No. I'm with Justo and Narciso.
I came alone to avoid
making people suspicious.
That is good thinking.
We don't have much time.
The operation is a go.
Where's it going to be?
All the information's here.
Do we have local support?
Who's in?
Your contact person is Alcides.
Alcides.
Damn, put the bottle down.
I think you've had enough.
-Ready?
-Ready.
Who is it?
It's me. José.
Aren't you going to invite me in?
Just a courtesy call. Perhaps a coffee?
Well…
You know what a grueling day I've had.
Hmm.
I was getting ready to go to bed
as soon as possible.
The thing is, I… I need to talk to you.
I need you to listen to me.
No…
…there's no one else here.
I came by myself.
With an open heart.
Wow.
My goodness.
I'd heard about this house, but…
Rafael never let me come here or use it.
He was always very protective
of this place.
And of his lovers.
How many years have you been here?
Five?
Six?
It seems only yesterday
you were at my hostel.
No other woman lasted as long
in this house with Rafael.
But--
But it's also true that…
…in this country, there's no other woman
as beautiful as you.
Rum?
No.
Is that what you came to tell me?
I know perfectly well
how long I've been in this house.
When you chose my brother, I thought,
"Nah.
This'll be the same as it was with--
With all the others.
A few rolls in the hay, and off she goes."
But the months went by.
The years went by.
And there wasn't a day,
not a single day…
that I didn't think of you.
What is it about this woman?
What does she do in bed
to make my brother fall so hard for her?
What secret do these two lovers have
to last so long?
And just now,
in your dressing room, it dawned on me.
As they put makeup on you
to cover your bruises,
I understood everything.
He's with you because he's a sick man.
And you're with him because you're scared.
Out of terror.
Because greed, well--
You already have fame.
You've also made a good sum of money.
I paid those checks myself,
from the first one to the last.
That's life for you, Gipsy.
I pay your salary…
and my brother gets to fuck you.
- Get out of this house right now.
- No, no.
Don't be scared.
I'm not going to do anything to you.
I'm not like Rafael.
I couldn't hit a woman.
You're just like him.
You're just as violent and full of shit.
You degrade them.
You demand sex in exchange for work.
And if they say no, you humiliate them.
And that's why you came. To humiliate me.
No, that's not why.
I came to tell you the truth.
The harsh truth.
Listen to me.
I came to propose
that we run away from all this shit.
- What?
- Yes, yes, yes. Just what I said.
I have five million dollars saved up,
and I'm just as in love with you
as I was the first time I saw you
at the Ovando hotel.
-No.
-We can live in any paradise you choose.
No more putting up with this shit.
You're completely crazy.
-I'm crazy about you.
-No, no. Don't touch me.
No, no, no!
Get away from me!
What are you doing?
No, Gipsy. Don't take it that way.
I meant what I was saying.
Let's just calm down.
I have a plane I can use.
We could leave as soon as tomorrow.
I'll take my fortune,
and you don't have to pack a thing.
I'll buy you the very best.
I'll even buy you an oceanfront mansion
in Mexico, or in the Bahamas, or--
Take your pick. You'll be my queen.
Do you hear yourself? You're pathetic.
You're nothing but a clown
picking at his brother's leftovers.
I don't understand you.
Why would you want to stay here?
Huh? So he can keep beating you up?
Are you a masochist or something?
What can this country possibly offer you?
Get out or I pick up that phone.
Who are you going to call? The police?
Don't forget
I'm the Minister of Communications.
Who do you think
they'll take orders from, you or me?
I'm going to call him.
Don't you dare.
Try me.
Fuck!
- Hello?
- Hi, Arantxa. It's Pilar.
Oh, hi, Pilar. How are you?
About to catch a train. How are you doing?
Good. I was working
on a new dance routine.
-I have a lot of energy right now.
-I'm happy to hear that.
I have a surprise for you.
I was talking to the publisher,
and I asked them to invite you
to the book launch in New York.
And, since the UN declaration event
is two days after that,
you can attend both of them.
Wow, wonderful.
But there was no need, really. Thank you.
Mmm… Pilar, one thing.
Will many people be attending?
Well…
there will be people
from the New York literary world,
people involved with the UN event,
and the Mirabal family, of course.
With Dedé as speaker.
Arantxa?
Arantxa?
Yes. Uh, yes, I'm here. Sorry, Pilar.
So, will you come?
Um, well, I don't know.
I don't know. I really don't know.
It depends on my schedule.
Okay. How about this?
I'll tell my publisher to contact you,
and you can work it out with them.
But just know this.
It would be an honor to share
the tribute to Minerva with you.
All right. All right, all right.
Thank you so much for everything.
I hope to see you in New York.
Bye.
Bye.
Come on, sweetie. Let's go.
Come on.
Manolo, I'll take him.
-No, it's okay.
-Don't worry. Let me take him.
I'll put him down for a nap.
-I'll come in a minute to say bye.
-Okay, that's fine.
Shh. Shh. Shh.
There you go, sweetie.
Don't worry.
Come here, princess.
Okay.
I've got the water nice and hot.
- You'll take her?
- Yes.
- Come with me, sweetie.
- You're fine.
- A nice bath, sweetie.
- A nice bath with Grandma.
With Grandma. Come here, sweetheart.
Come on. Grandma's
going to give you such a nice bath.
What's wrong, honey?
You know.
I don't know if it's worth the risk.
You don't know if it's worth the risk?
Listen to yourself.
Manolo, we must take this path,
no matter where it leads us.
Or have you forgotten everything
my family has suffered,
all because I didn't want to be groped
by our "benefactor"?
Of course I haven't forgotten.
This is for them.
They deserve a free country.
It's not even for us.
What we feared has just happened.
Jimmy, give us a summary.
The attack will take place next Sunday,
June 14.
It's a group of exiled Dominicans,
Cubans, Venezuelans, and Mexicans
who trained in Venezuela.
The attack will take place
by air at Estero Hondo.
Here, sir.
Báez, are you really pointing on the map
to show me where Estero Hondo is?
I know this country
like the back of my hand.
It's very far, General.
It's a long way to Ciudad Trujillo.
I sometimes wonder
how I ever made you a general.
How far is the Sierra Maestra from Havana?
Jimmy, how reliable is this information?
What do you find unreliable about it?
I don't know.
I just wanted to be sure, right?
Negro, Negro. Don't ask stupid questions.
All right.
We could see this coming.
For a while now. They're coming for us.
And it's that son of a bitch Betancourt
who bankrolls them.
Let me see if you understand me.
I'm not worried about some ragtag army
advancing towards the capital.
What keeps me up at night
is the thought of them settling somewhere,
because they'll start setting up
guerrilla units,
and in a year, a year and a half,
they'll have recruited farmers
and entire villages.
No!
That has to be nipped in the bud now,
or it becomes unstoppable.
If we control Monte Cristi
and Puerto Plata,
which are the two closest cities,
we could isolate them.
That sounds good to me.
Yes, that's right.
But I also want their intermediaries
and internal contacts.
Everything.
We don't have precise information,
Generalissimo,
but it's rather easy to figure out.
The Military Intelligence Service
is looking into all potential allies.
I have people at the university.
We have the Puerto Plata union leaders
locked up in La Cuarenta.
And we have the Mirabal and Tavares group
under control, sir.
Prepare the banquet table…
because we're going to feast
on them like the pigs they are.
ESTERO HONDO BEACH
JUNE 14, 1959
Prepare the weapons!
That's the place, Captain.
Maintain speed
and begin our descent.
- I'm tired too.
- I can't take any more.
No, we have to go now.
I'm sick of waiting.
- What's going on?
- Did you see anything? Any signals?
Still nothing.
- Why don't we make contact?
- We have to wait.
Wait for what? For them to kill us?
We have to be calm.
Hold our positions.
A plane. Could it be them?
It's them.
There they are. Come on.
Ready, gentlemen!
Let's go, Pierre.
Come on, come on.
Hurry. It's them.
- This way.
- Forward, forward.
- Quickly.
- Move ahead.
- Let's fight for our country.
- Fatherland or death!
- There they are.
- Let's join them.
Long live the revolution!
For a free Dominican Republic!
That's right, buddy.
For the Dominican Republic.
Don't be afraid!
For a free Dominican Republic!
For a free Dominican Republic!
Come on, come on.
- Fatherland or death!
- Fatherland!
Ciudad Trujillo
with a temperature of 31 degrees.
A chance of rain and thunderstorms…
- On the house.
- Thanks, Vasco.
This is going to be a long day.
We now continue with more music…
Close the door.
In the tree. In the tree.
Get him! Get him!
Shoot him! Shoot him!
Run. There's one over there.
Run! Run!
Shoot him! On the right.
Kill him!
He's over there, behind the bushes.
Get him. He's on the right.
He's around here. Don't let him get away!
Nothing.
We'll hear from them soon.
Stop. Move and I'll kill you.