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:27:00
I have a new job.
:27:03
As a flamenco dancer?
:27:08
Not a flamenco dancer.
:27:10
-What is it then?
-Something like that.

:27:13
Do you remember my assistant,
Gladys, the internist?

:27:17
I remember Gladys.
:27:19
A month and a half ago
she left the hospital.

:27:22
Now she works
at a hotel on the beach...

:27:24
...one of those
for foreign tourists only.

:27:27
You know how much she's making?
:27:32
300 dollars in tips.
A week.

:27:38
Do you know how much I make?
:27:40
This professional,
this psychiatrist?

:27:43
300 pesos...
:27:46
300 little pesos a month.
:27:48
I figure that comes out to
about three or four dollars.

:27:54
People in Haiti
make more than that!

:28:00
She has contacts
at the Capri Hotel...

:28:04
...and she heard of a job
as a piano player.

:28:09
Five nights a week.
:28:11
Easy stuff.
:28:12
Routine. Old songs, ballads.
What do you think?

:28:17
But you don't want that job,
do you?

:28:19
Do I want it?
:28:21
I start tonight.
:28:23
But, Dad, you can't do that!
You're a psychiatrist.

:28:26
And your patients?
:28:27
What patients?
I have no patients.

:28:30
In Cuba, everybody is crazy...
:28:32
...and the last thing
they need is a psychiatrist.

:28:35
-What they need is...
-Please, Dad!

:28:39
The last thing
the Revolution needs...

:28:41
...is for everybody to give up
and become something they're not.

:28:45
You may be right, compaƱero.
:28:48
But that doesn't negate the fact
that thanks to the Revolution...

:28:51
I have found my true vocation--
piano player.

:28:56
It's true, the pants
are a little short...

:28:58
...but no one's going to notice
when I'm at the piano.


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