Kiss of the Spider Woman Page #3

I made him see that I respected him.

Anyway, after more than a year,

we finally became friends.

Jesus, did it take you another year

to get him in the sack?

Are you out of your mind?

Nothing at all happened, ever.

You got to be kidding.

Don't you know anything at all?

He's straight. He's married.

I said to him,

"Just once. Let's do it just once",

but, uh, he never wanted to.

I don't believe this.

Here I am staying up all night

thinking about your boyfriend.

Sounds like a real bind, Molina.

All you can do is take it like a man.

I take it...

like a woman.

Always.

That's why I want a husband

who's the boss.

Did you ever meet his wife?

No.

But when they were on the verge

of splitting up,

God, such illusions I had.

Like what?

That he might come home

and live with me.

With my mother and me.

And I would take care of him...

and help him lose

that sadness of his forever.

Well, that's life, Molina.

No, it's a shame.

With your looks and charm,

you should work in a chic restaurant

or in a big luxury hotel,

making three times

what you're getting now

in that stinkhole.

That's not so easy.

I know someone who works

in a big hotel on the coast.

He could talk to the manager,

and -- presto -- a new life.

And be what,

a busboy in a snob joint?

I would make less money than now.

I could help you with a loan.

With your poise,

you'd be a waiter in six months.

I don't know.

Of course you do.

In a year,

a maitre d' in a tuxedo.

You could pay me back in no time.

Maybe.

Anyway, I appreciate your offer.

I'll think about it.

I got to get my bus.

I'm gonna be late.

See you tomorrow.

Bye-bye, Molina.

Good night, Gabriel.

Kiss the children for me.

And then it's over -- again.

My dreams disappear...

into the darkness...

and I wake up alone...

waiting, as always,

waiting and waiting

and waiting and waiting.

Waiting for what?

A man...

Ha ha.

A real man.

But that can't happen

because a real man,

what he wants is a real woman.

Can I ask you a question?

What is a real man in your terms?

Well...

to be marvelous-looking and strong,

without making any fuss about it,

and walking very tall

like my waiter.

He just gives you that impression,

but inside it's another story.

In this society,

without power behind you,

no one walks tall.

Don't be jealous.

Don't be stupid.

You see how you react?

There's just no talking

about a guy with another guy,

without getting into a fuss.

Look, just keep it

at a certain level, okay?

Or let's not talk at all.

Okay, you tell me what a real man is.

I don't know.

Sure, you do.

Go ahead, tell me.

Well, not taking any crap from anybody,

not even the powers that be.

That's not the most important thing.

What really makes a man

has to do with not humiliating anybody.

It's not letting the people around you

feel degraded.

That sounds like a saint.

Forget it.

Ohh!

What's wrong?

- My stomach.

- Maybe it's your appendix.

No, I had mine out.

God, it hurts.

You feel like throwing up?

No, it's below there.

It's in my guts.

The food didn't do anything to me.

I don't know.

Maybe it's my ulcer.

I don't like this.

Why don't you go on with your movie?

God! I never felt a pain like this.

Go ahead and tell it.

Leni...lingers at the window,

so sad, so alone,

so afraid that she will fall in love...

Tonight, the invaders murdered

your friend Michelle.

No!

You must complete her mission

and find the secret map

to the German arsenal.

Their chief of counterintelligence

is in love with you.

I could never get involved

in such a thing.

Nonsense.

Nothing could be safer.

Do you love France?

Of course I do.

That Kraut can't keep his hands off you.

Next time he touch you like this...

and like this,

think of your country

and get the map.

Ah.

Aah! Ohh!

Stop her, you idiot!

Leni, desperate,

runs along this dark, empty street,

but, furious,

Clubfoot hobbles after her.

Taxi!

When suddenly...

This girl is finished.

What girl?

Me, stupid!

Molina!

Guard! Guard!

Guard!

You're strong enough

to go back to your cell.

Your diarrhea will stop tomorrow.

Till then, no food.

Only water. Clean water.

If you can find it.

Doctor, I need to see the warden

right away.

That's what they all say.

I don't understand how you can

pass out from an ulcer.

I'm no spring chicken, darling.

I'm getting dizzy even looking

at these pictures.

God, wouldn't it be wonderful

if you told me a movie for a change?

One that I haven't seen.

I don't remember any.

Don't be like that.

Come on, tell me one.

Please?

Don't be such a crybaby.

Valentin, have you ever loved someone

that you didn't want to love?

What do you mean?

Leni didn't want to fall in love

with Werner,

but what could she do?

She steps through his doorway

like a goddess.

Her slim, graceful figure

trembles at the sight of Werner

descending the marble staircase.

Their eyes meet.

Leni says...

My best friend has been killed.

I need a place to stay.

Prepare the guest room.

This music is magical.

I feel like...

I'm floating on air.

But her heart is saying,

"Oh, Werner, you seem like a god,

but your tears...

your tears are proof that you have

the feelings of a man."

Quiet!

I can't hear.

Murderers.

Fascist murderers.

Murderers.

Fascist murderers.

Murderers!

Fascist murderers!

Murderers!

Fascist murderers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Fascist mur--

Motherf***er!

Motherf***er!

Motherf***er!

I'll clean it up.

You son of a b*tch.

They're killing one of my brothers,

and what am I doing?

Listening to your f***ing Nazi movie!

Don't you know anything?!

Don't you know what the Nazis

did to people?

Jews! Marxists! Catholics!

Homosexuals!

Of course I know.

What do you take me for,

an even dumber broad than I am?

You son of a b*tch!

You don't know sh*t!

Aah!

You wouldn't know reality

if it was stuck up your ass!

Why should I think about reality

in a stinkhole like this?

Why should I get more depressed

than I already am?

You're worse than I thought.

You just use this movies

to jerk yourself off.

If you don't stop,

I will never speak to you again!

Stop crying!

You sound just like an old woman!

That's what I am.

That's what I am.

What's this between your legs?!

Huh?!

Tell me, lady!

It's an accident.

If I had the courage,

I'd cut it off.

You'd still be a man.

A man!

A man in prison!

Just like the faggots

the Nazis shoved in the ovens!

Don't look at me like that.

Luis Alberto Molina...

you shall endure the full weight

of the law

and not one day less.

You will be confined

without a chance of parole

for a period of not less

than eight years.

Poor Mama.

Her eyes filled with tears

as if someone had died.

A life full of humiliation

and then the humiliation

of a son steeped in vice,

but she never gave me

that black look.

Her heart broken

by too much suffering,

too much forgiving.

Because of me she could die.

If he ever says

one unkind word about her,

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