Frida

And she is the flame

That rises up

And she is a bird in flight

In the night

that catches fire

Hell is this heaven

Persian Gulf

Up! Up, up, up up!

Careful, guys.

This corpse is still breathing.

Try to get me there

in one piece.

Hello, Professor.

Hello, Frida.

Diego Rivera is back

in the auditorium!

- Who cares?

- With a naked woman.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Shh.

Why is this whore still here?

Huh?

Tell me.

Tell me, mi amor.

Are you planning to have her

after lunch,

or have you f***ed her

already?

Lupe, please don't start.

Y-You think I don't know

what's going on.

You must think I'm an idiot.

- I can't work like this.

- Yes, you can.

Your food and your slut.

That's all you need to paint

your pinche murals!

Hey! Get out!

And don't come home!

Don't come home and give me

one of your speeches

about the artist and the people

and your f***ing revolution!

You only care about yourself,

you piece of sh*t!

So much for lunch.

Although...

I could eat you, perhaps.

I-I've eaten female flesh

before. Yeah.

Yes.

Wrapped up in... tortillas.

Tastes like...

the tenderest young pig.

Watch out, Diego!

Lupe's coming back!

F***ing punks!

Come on,

you little anarchists!

Let's go! Frida!

Just keeping you honest,

panzon.

Panzon.

Do I look fat to you?

Shh!

Shh!

Shh, shh, shh, shh!

Oh, yeah.

- Here you are.

- Gracias.

Frida, we found

the most beautiful fabric

for my wedding dress today.

Fantastic.

It cost a fortune.

- Mama?

- Yes?

Are these ripe?

They should be.

Let me see.

Yes, they're fine.

Just need a day or two.

Maybe you'll get married,

too, one day.

One can only hope.

Lunch is almost ready.

Go get the artist.

I love this one.

It's beautiful.

I like it, too.

They're busy with the wedding.

Cristina is so excited

about her dress.

Good.

Everyone should be excited

when they get married.

I suppose.

If that's what you want.

And, uh... what do you want?

I don't know.

I just don't think

that marriage is for everyone.

Well, you need

a good reason to do it,

just like with anything else.

What do you think matters most

for a good marriage?

A short memory.

Why did you get married,

Papa?

I can't remember.

So I could have you.

And concentrate, everybody.

Wait. Where is Frida?

Adriana, go tell your sister

to hurry up.

I always wanted a son.

And, Matilde, everyone,

eyes to the camera,

and...

Come on.

We'll miss our bus.

- Frida!

- Excuse me.

How much is the calaca?

Frida, come on!

- The bus!

- We'll take the next one.

No, no, no!

Come, come, come!

W-Watch out. Hey! Hey.

Anyway, I just don't think

he's completely apolitical.

That's all.

But that's because you read it

after you read Marx.

You... you always read things

in the wrong order!

That's ridiculous.

Why should it matter

what order you read it in?

Because if you have

already read Marx,

then of course Hegel is

going to seem political.

But the truth is the idea

of history as a dialectic.

It just predicts Marx...

Is that gold? Real gold?

For the ceiling

of the opera house.

Move!

Move it, idiot!

Your brake!

The spinal column was broken,

as were the collarbone

and two ribs.

The pelvis is broken

in three places.

The metal rod entered

the right side of the body

and came out the vagina.

The right leg has

And the foot was crushed.

Will she ever walk again?

Let's make sure

she lives first.

Is Alex alive?

- Frida.

- Is he all right?

He was hurt, but not terribly.

He was here yesterday

when you were not awake.

And Mama?

It was too much for them,

Fridocha. They are at home.

How long have I been here?

Three weeks.

We're almost there.

Gently, now.

There is nothing left to spend.

I will sell

some of my equipment.

For another operation

that probably won't work.

No. No. Listen.

Maybe this time it will work.

And then how will you

make money?

I'll... paint portraits again.

Admit it, Guillermo.

She'll never walk again.

Go on in, Alex.

She's waiting for you.

Hello, ugly.

They're beautiful.

How do you feel?

Like I've been hit by a bus.

Come on, silly.

Come, come. Come sit with me.

Look.

It's my only good angle

at the moment.

No, it's not.

I like you this way.

You're easier to keep up with.

Spengler...

because you love him.

Schopenhauer

because it's good for you.

Oh, Alex.

You know I adore you.

I've missed you so much.

I told the doctor the handrail

had taken my virginity.

And I'm sure he believed you.

You know...

when I get out of this cast,

I'm going to show you

a couple of things

I still remember from before.

Okay.

What?

My aunt and my uncle are

leaving for Europe, and...

they've invited me

to come along.

But that's wonderful.

When would you leave?

Soon.

Next week.

How long will you be gone?

They're going for two months,

and... afterwards I might

stay on at the Sorbonne.

I will be staying on.

Did I tell you

that I'm going to walk again?

Yes.

Do you believe it?

Of course I do.

You'd better.

Because

you're going to miss it.

N-No.

Frida...

I want you to leave

before I finish this butterfly.

How are you feeling?

How am I feeling?

I can't even remember what

it felt like before the pain.

Isn't that horrible?

Dr. Farril is coming

on Monday.

He is bringing

a back specialist,

Dr. Cervantes.

I feel like some rich girl

with a new suitor every week.

But all my suitors

have turned into doctors.

And I'm not a rich girl,

Papa.

How come you never ask me

about my plans anymore?

Hmm?

You used to always say,

"Tell me your plans, Frida."

What are your plans... Frida?

Right now I'm a burden.

But I hope to be a

self-sufficient cripple one day.

After that, I don't know.

You are not a burden...

my love.

See? Here.

We have something for you.

Matilde, come.

We noticed that there was

no more room left on your cast,

- Oh.

- So...

Mm-hmm.

Now you look like

a gringa movie star.

Let me see.

It's too much money.

Mama, Papa...

I have a surprise.

Careful, now.

Don't worry. Don't worry.

It's all right.

Aah!

Do you want a rich tamale?

Delicious...

I need the ochre.

- Is it ready?

- Almost.

No. Now.

I need it now.

Okay.

Seor Rivera?

Diego!

Who are you?

What do you want?

I have something important

to discuss with you.

I'm working.

I'll wait.

I don't have time to chat

with schoolgirls.

I'm not a schoolgirl, panzon.

Okay. Come on up here.

No. You come down.

What?

Look, I didn't come here

for fun or to flirt.

I've done some paintings

which I want you

to look over professionally,

and I need an absolutely

straightforward opinion

of my work.

You were that girl

in the auditorium.

Yes, I was, but that has

nothing to do with now.

I just want

your serious opinion.

What... what do you care

about my opinion?

If you're a real painter,

you'll paint

because you can't live

without painting.

You'll paint

till you die, okay?

I have to work

to earn a living,

so I don't have time

to fool around just for vanity.

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