Frida Page #5

Then why is it such

a small bridge?

He's not working.

He's sick.

He's depressed.

He says the people

in this country are like mules

they're so stupid.

And he blames it all on me

for making him come back.

That's ridiculous.

Still, you are lucky

to have him.

I feel so desperate every day.

Sometimes I even think

of going back.

Well, you're not.

What about a job?

You could help me out

organizing Diego's studio.

Where do I start?

Don't touch anything.

Diego...

Don't worry.

He's a pussycat.

Shh.

Go downstairs and play.

- Now!

- Now!

- Oh, my God.

Ay!

My goddamn sister!

You're an animal!

Son of a b*tch!

Frida... Fri...

Get out! Get out!

- Frida.

Frida.

I'm a beast.

Yes.

I-I-I-I'm an idiot, but it meant

nothing, Frida, nothing.

Frida, talk to me!

There have been two big

accidents in my life, Diego...

the trolley and you.

You are by far the worst.

Get out!

Out! Out! Go!

It's a limp up three flights

of stairs,

I can't afford any furniture,

and it's cold at night.

But at least I know who's

f***ing who in my own house.

Diego's not giving you

any money?

I'd rather be poor.

She was my sister...

not some model.

My own sister.

To hell with him.

To hell with him.

Find some work.

Pay your own bills for a while.

I'll sell some paintings.

Not enough to cover

your bar bill.

No, don't get me wrong...

I love your paintings...

I'm just not sure you should

count on them for a living.

They're tough, you know.

I mean, look at this.

What the hell is this?

It was in the damn papers.

A man stabbed his wife

and when the judge asked him

why he did it,

he said, "But it was just

a few small nips."

Oh.

Mmh.

Who's that?

The ghost of Frida Kahlo.

Oh...

I remember her.

How are you?

Lonely.

Only you ghosts come

to visit these days.

So...

how is your Diego?

I don't know why

I called him that.

He was never mine.

Never will be.

But he's fine.

Painting, I guess.

And you?

Are you also painting?

Yes.

And I want you to pose for me.

You don't even have to

leave the house.

I want to leave the house.

All right, then.

We'll go somewhere different

every day.

That sounds good.

You've painted everyone else

in the family.

Yes.

A long time ago.

Remind me what I wanted then.

You wanted to be

your own person.

Frida...

She never liked you, you know.

She told me you would only

bring me troubles.

There is something

I must discuss with you...

A favor I need to ask of you.

You've got a lot of nerve

to come here asking me

to do you favors.

No, it's not for me.

It's Trotsky.

The Norwegians

have expelled him,

no other country

will take him,

and Stalin wants him dead.

I have appealed

to President Cardenas myself.

They have granted him asylum

here in Mexico.

I want you to welcome him

with me.

Let him live

in your father's house.

I know it's a lot to ask,

but this is a difficult

transition for them.

And you, Frida...

you bring life and warmth

to any place.

Anyway...

Trotsky is a very great man

in enormous danger,

and we have the opportunity

to help him.

Yes, all right.

Such commotion.

I don't understand...

such a commotion

for a philosopher.

A very great man, Papa.

A true revolutionary.

It's an important service

we're doing.

If you admire him,

why don't you advise him

not to get involved

in politics?

Politics are ruinous.

Good advice, Papa.

I'm sure he'll agree.

I regret it was not possible

for me to meet you at your boat.

Natalia and I,

we are deeply indebted to you

for your generosity

in these difficult times.

Your charming wife,

she has made the last leg

of our trip such a delight.

We are profoundly honored

to have you and your wife

in our home.

Ay, Diego, they're starving.

Let's feed them.

Thank you.

No, i-it's true!

It's true!

I could not believe it!

These people are idiots!

They scream about

Hitler's aggression,

a-a-and then sing

Stalin's praises.

Aren't they the same creature?

Yes, but not exactly.

Of course

they are both monsters,

but Hitler at least

is a madman with a vision.

Vision? He's insane!

Of course he is insane,

but he has the ability

to mobilize the people's minds,

whereas Stalin, he's...

he is so dull.

There is the brutality,

but when you get

right down to it,

Stalin is nothing

but a bureaucrat,

and that is what is

smothering our revolution.

They are the same,

but only in that the insanity

of power has overruled them.

And between them,

they will consume

the continent.

Madness.

Yes... but a challenge.

Look at us...

Mexican, Russian, French...

in this wonderful new planet

Rivera.

I tell you this, my friends,

in the experience

of my lifetime,

the failure and the pain

have certainly outstripped

the triumphs.

But this has not only

not destroyed my faith...

my faith in reason, in truth,

in human solidarity...

but, on the contrary,

it has made it

indestructible.

I see the hope of the world

in you,

and, from my heart,

I thank you.

Na zdorov'ya!

- Na zdorov'ya!

- Na zdorov'ya!

- Salud!

- Salud!

Imagine living your life

like that...

with a price on your head...

and staying so calm.

Yes.

Good night, Diego.

Whoo.

Oh, stop it, Andre.

I hate flattery.

I don't care.

It is wonderful, wonderful work.

You've seen all these,

I take it?

Of course.

I tell her all the time.

Julian Levy took a couple

of her paintings to New York

and sold both of them,

and she sold another four

to that actor...

t-t-the gangster.

Edward G. Robinson.

Yeah, for $200 apiece.

He was robbed.

We haven't been able

to fool anyone else.

My little paintings can't mean

anything to anyone but me.

Stop!

Get down!

They put a bag by the door!

Get back!

- Let's get inside.

- Get back!

- Inside, quickly.

- There is no time.

- Cover him! Hurry!

- Inside. Everybody inside.

- Take him inside!

- Frida!

Frida, what are you doing?!

Hallowed be Thy name...

I give you five seconds

to get out of here.

One!

- Two!

It's all right.

It's all right.

Sorry about that.

It was my mother's sisters.

What do you mean?

They were leaving icons

and sprinkling holy water.

They think this house

is cursed,

and that you

are the antichrist.

I want you to think

about it seriously.

You could be part of the

Mexican exhibition in Paris.

What I really want is a show

in my own country.

Which they will give you

once you become famous

somewhere else.

Your paintings should be seen.

So, who is coming up with me?

It's harder than you think.

Ah, everything

is harder than we think.

I'll go.

Are you sure?

If an old man can do it,

why not a cripple?

No, no, no, no.

It's okay.

I don't think assassins

are awaiting at the top.

I'll race you.

Frida...

how were you hurt?

I couldn't even tell you

anymore.

I've been cut into, rebroke,

and reset so many times.

I'm like a jigsaw puzzle.

And all the operations

have done more damage

than the accident,

for all I know.

Everything hurts.

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