Kiss of the Spider Woman Page #2

No! I'm not, I sw--

Well, I embroider a little

so that you can see it the way I do.

God help me.

You atheists never stop talking about God.

And you gays never face facts.

Fantasies are no escape.

Whew.

If you've got the keys to that door,

I will gladly follow.

Otherwise, I will escape in my own way.

Thank you.

Then your life is as trivial

as your movies.

I'm going to sleep.

Tell the truth.

Who do you identify with the most?

The clubfoot patriot

or the handsome Werner?

Who do you identify with?

Oh, the singer.

Mmm.

She's the star.

I'm always...

the heroine.

Have some.

It's delicious.

No, thanks.

What's the matter?

You don't like it?

Sure, I like it, but, no, thanks.

Well, then go ahead and have some.

It's a long time till lunch.

Can't afford to get spoiled.

Do you really think

that eating this avocado

will make you spoiled and weak?

Enjoy what life offers you.

What life offers me is the struggle.

When you're dedicated to that,

pleasure becomes secondary.

Does your girlfriend

think the same thing?

How do you know I have a girl?

It's... the normal thing.

Does she avoid pleasure, too?

She knows what really counts.

That the most important thing

is serving a cause that is noble.

What kind of cause is that,

one that doesn't let you eat an avocado?

Molina, you would never understand.

Well, I understand one thing.

I offer you half of my precious avocado

and you throw it back in my face.

Don't act like that!

You sound just like a --

Like a what?

Say it.

Say it.

Like a woman, you mean.

What's wrong with being like a woman?

Why do only women get to be sensitive?

Why not a man?

A dog?

Or a f*ggot?

If more men acted like women,

there wouldn't be so much violence like that.

- Maybe you have a point.

- Oh!

A flimsy one, but still a point.

Oh, nice!

"Maybe I have a point."

Molina, today's your lucky day.

The warden want to talk to you.

Why did the warden want to see you?

My lawyer called.

Parole seems out of the question.

For a while, at least.

How did he treat you, the warden?

Like a f*ggot.

Same as always.

Oh, no.

Sh*t!

He told me something else.

My mother's not doing too well.

She has high blood pressure.

And her heart is kind of weak.

People can go on forever like that.

Sure, but not if you upset them.

Can you imagine the shame

of having a son in prison?

And the reason?

Go to sleep.

You'll feel better.

No.

Only one thing can help.

Sure, man, go ahead.

"Man"?

Is there a man here?

Don't let him go!

Did he get away?

Okay. Cut the crap and tell your movie.

And now...

waiting in the moonlight,

behind the cabaret...

is Werner's limousine.

Werner's eyes are locked

on the backstage exit.

"La sortie des artistes."

He signals his chauffeur

to open the door for her.

Maybe because Leni sees a chance

to help Michelle,

or maybe because Leni wants to know

what kind of man is hidden

inside this enemy invader,

she decides...

to join him for the evening.

Madame.

To a great artiste.

Michelle hurries

to meet her secret love.

But dark forces have already

decided the fate

of this sweet girl,

this girl from the French Resistance

in love with a German lieutenant.

Her time is up.

What?

Because...

Hanson!

love is a luxury

a spy cannot afford.

Michelle, look out!

How can you leave me

sitting there like that,

chattering to myself

like some silly parrot?

Strange.

When Michelle was killed,

I...

It was chilling.

It's just a movie, Valentin,

just one of mother's many stories.

Yeah, but I keep thinking about...

someone I know.

Your girlfriend.

Tell me about her!

My lips are sealed.

It's just that I'm...

so helpless in here,

with no way to protect her.

So you have a heart after all.

Mm.

Write to her,

tell her to stop taking chances.

If you think like that,

you'll never change anything

in this world.

Now look who's living in a fantasy.

You call this fantasy?

I'm so sorry.

Someday the struggle will be won.

Don't worry, Valentin.

You'll have your day.

I'm sure.

Great.

I'm starving.

Here.

No. You take this one.

It has twice as much.

Sure.

Because those bastards

want us to fight over it.

Take it.

No, you need it more than I do.

Please. Please.

To build your strength.

Don't argue.

Take it!

May I have a spoon?

Thanks.

What's the matter?

Afraid of getting fat?

No.

This glue is not so bad today.

No.

Valentin?

When I said you should write

your girlfriend,

I also meant you should tell her

that you love her.

It's so nice to get a letter

from someone that you love.

Are you crazy?

A letter would be like

denouncing her to them.

The only reason I'm still alive

is because they want

some information from me.

And if anyone tries to save me,

they'd hide my arrest

by killing me on the spot.

Valentin, please.

Just don't say things like that.

The same thing could be happening

to her right now.

You love her very much, don't you?

Love should always come first.

That's great.

Now I'd like to eat in peace!

Don't worry.

I won't disturb you.

Oh.

What is it now?

It's my mother.

She must really be in bad shape,

or she'd come visit me with groceries.

This happened once before.

Sorry to hear that.

Well, I told you she was sick,

but of course you weren't paying

any attention.

But that's not what I'm crying about.

So what is it, for Christ's sake?

Because it's so beautiful...

when lovers are together

for a lifetime.

Why is it so impossible?

You got to be crazy crying

about something like that.

I will cry about whatever I want to.

Valentin, do you think

you're the only one who's suffered?

You think it's easy to find a real man?

One who's humble

and yet has dignity.

How many years

have I been searching?

How many nights?

How many faces filled

with scorn and deceit?

I mean, you know,

working as a window dresser --

enjoyable as it is --

sometimes, at the end of the day,

you wonder what it's all about.

You feel kind of... empty inside.

Then one night...

What?

It's something new

she just invented herself,

which she calls it La Chikka-Chakka.

And she goes, "Chikka-chakka,

chikka-chakka."

And it's an overnight sensation!

Next day she's in all newspaper,

and her husband becomes so jealous

because he thinks she's nuts.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Would you care for the daily special,

or would you like to order a la carte?

I haven't decided yet.

Okay. Right.

My heart was pounding,

so afraid that I would be hurt

once again.

Are you ready for me, sir?

Um... what do you suggest?

Well, perhaps the lasagna and antipasto.

Don't you think the lasagna

might be fattening?

Then perhaps the steak and onion soup.

That sounds wonderful.

Right.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

His white tunic, the way he moved,

his sad smile.

Everything seemed so perfect,

like in the movies.

You have no idea how much trouble

I went through,

month after month, just to get him

to go for a walk.

But little by little,

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