Frida Page #4

Seor Diego Rivera!

The gringos

are friendly enough,

but the most important thing

in Gringolandia

is to have ambition...

to succeed

in becoming somebody.

And the somebodies

are the only ones

that interest them.

I despise this pretension.

This big sh*t

interests me not at all.

Of course, Diego loves it.

He's like a big Mexican piata

with enough candy for everyone.

Everything about this country

inspires him.

Two loose eggs,

hot cinnamon bun,

two black coffees...

anything else?

- That's fine.

- Thank you.

Okay.

Are you guys ready?

Hmm?

Well...

I never thought

I'd hear myself say this...

but you were better

than your husband.

You weren't upset about that,

were you?

I mean he... he said

you wouldn't be.

Oh, he did, did he?

Well, you weren't the first,

and you won't be the last.

Why do you put up with it?

Look, Diego's how he is,

and that's how I love him.

I cannot love him

for what he's not.

Anyway...

my sweet Gracie...

I get along just fine.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Over here.

Can we get your picture?

Mr. Rivera.

That's a lot of wall.

It's all there is.

Gentlemen, please. Please,

I have to get back to work.

I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

Are you a painter too,

Mrs. Rivera?

No. Just killing time.

She's much better than me.

You'll see.

What did the doctor say?

He might be able

to improve the pain,

but the bones

would have to be reset.

Blah, blah, blah.

Blah, blah, blah.

The usual speech.

I know it by heart.

I'm pregnant.

Oh.

Can your body take it?

If it can take you, it can take

a little Dieguito.

No, no, Frida.

He's not very optimistic.

This is not...

I-I c-can't bear

to think of you in pain.

I'm used to pain.

This is not...

I'm not a good example of...

It's not a good time.

There's the Rockefeller

commission.

Detroit. Chicago.

All that traveling.

No, it's... it's too much.

You really want this baby,

Frida?

I do.

All right.

All right?

All right, let's try

and have this baby.

Shh, shh, shh.

Listen, listen.

Hmm.

He's reciting

The Communist Manifesto.

Hoy!

She's lost a lot of blood.

I want to see her!

She needs to sleep.

You should go home and try

and get some rest.

Frida!

You should be in bed,

Mrs. Rivera.

The baby came out in pieces.

Come with me.

Let's go back to bed.

It never formed properly.

We can try again,

but you must rest.

- Mrs. Rivera...

- But he's my son.

Mrs. Rivera.

I want to see him!

What did you do with him?!

I want to see my son!

Mr. Rivera, please...

What did you do with him?!

All right, chiquita,

I'll take care of it.

Diego...

I promise. I promise.

What the hell is this?

Breakfast.

You trying to kill me?

I need fuel to work.

Listen, panzon,

if you get any fatter,

it's going to be you

in the hospital next time.

You know,

I don't believe in God,

but I still thank him every day

that he kept you safe for me.

Hmm, really?

I tell him he's got

a lot of explaining to do.

From now on, I'm going to

get Happy Rockefeller

to bring my breakfast

over from 21.

Uh-oh.

Frida?

Frida...

You are here.

I left him.

And that was his parting gift?

I should have

been there for you.

You're here now.

She'll throw a fit

if I let her damn plants die.

We fought so much.

Sometimes I...

sometimes I would regret

that I ever married her.

I would think how I hated her.

You do enough damage

to one another,

you begin to think that way.

Well, then she gets sick and...

I tend her garden.

The soul of our sister, Matilde,

rest in peace.

In the name of the Father,

the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done on Earth

as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day

our daily bread...

You'd seen my work.

You knew my politics

when you hired me.

Yeah, I showed you

the sketches.

I discussed them with you

and your father.

What were you expecting from me?

A line of dancing girls?

No, but nor was I expecting

a portrait of Lenin.

Now, let's be honest.

In the sketches that

you showed me originally,

it was just

some anonymous worker.

He transformed himself into

Lenin of his own accord.

No, you transformed him

into Lenin

because they took shots

at us in the paper!

Do you really think

that my family

is influenced

by newspaper hacks?

I would've defended you.

I will defend you

against any attack

because the work is thrilling.

As always.

But a portrait

of Vladimir Lenin

will offend many people...

in particular, my father.

You see, you're putting me

in an impossible position.

So I'm asking you to please

change this one detail.

It's against my principles.

Yes, well, you've adjusted

your principles

to come to our parties

and eat at our table,

so I hope

you will reconsider.

- Go home!

Go home!

You've got quite a crowd

out there.

Half of them think

you're the devil...

Half of them think

you're a hero.

Tell me honestly

what you think.

If you lie down with dogs,

you should expect fleas.

No, seriously.

This is really frightening me.

Why?

Because I'm actually

wondering if he's right.

Perhaps I am being foolish,

risking too much.

Diego, you can't lose.

Forget about

artistic integrity.

You've done better ones

than this, and you'll do more.

But whatever happens,

you have aroused people.

You've made them get passionate

about their ideals.

There's not another painter

in the world who can say that.

He could walk in here tomorrow

and tear it down.

You'd still have won.

Ah, maybe.

He doesn't have the balls.

Diego!

Seor Rivera.

I must ask you one last time

to reconsider your position.

I will not compromise

my vision.

In that case...

this is your fee,

paid in full, as agreed.

But your services

are no longer required.

It's my painting!

On my wall.

It's the people's wall!

You bastard!

Diego, let's go home.

Frida, we have to fight

these bastards.

They tore down the wall,

but the painting is up here.

I'll do it again,

and I'll use his money!

What money? We don't even have

enough to get to Chicago.

We're not going to Chicago.

They canceled the commission.

It's time to go home.

What?!

With my tail between my legs?

We don't belong here.

I am tired of these people,

and I am tired of

who you are around them.

See that?!

Hmm? You want to

go back to that?!

Yes!

I want to go back to that!

Ahh.

I'm working.

I can see that.

I brought you some lunch.

The doctor says you should

eat more, for once.

Puta madre!

Diego.

All right, that's enough.

Diego!

Diego, stop!

Lord X olotl...

prince of darkness.

You're the best

art critic there is.

Only you see what sh*t

this country has made of me.

Diego...

You need help.

Frida, why do you and

Diego have separate houses?

Because we are

two different people,

but our love makes us

into one.

That's why we have the bridge.

So, you mean,

the bridge is your love?

Yeah.

That's a good way to put it.

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