Kiss of the Spider Woman Page #4

I'll strangle the son of a b*tch.

Him and his filthy words

and his piss-ass revolution!

Get me some water!

It's my stomach.

It's like a bomb exploding.

It's the same thing that happened --

I think it's the food.

We got to get to the infirmary

right away.

- Guard!

- No!

Wait! Stop!

I'm a political prisoner.

Don't be ridiculous.

This is no time

for your damn discipline.

Get away from the door!

Look at me. They gave me a shot,

and I'm better already.

Are you crazy?

That's what they want.

They'll get me hooked on those shots,

and I'll tell them everything.

What are we going to do?

Just leave me alone.

Oh, God.

What about my movie?

It might help you forget the pain.

Later that night,

on the moonlit veranda,

Leni feels so safe,

so secure in Werner's arms.

Even when the phonograph stops,

they continue dancing.

Dancing and dancing.

Dancing.

To the music of the evening breezes.

Marta.

Who are you?

It's okay.

There, now.

Try to rest.

Marta.

You shouldn't eat this garbage

while you're sick.

I have to get my strength back.

It will only make you worse.

Tastes like... dog piss.

My poor little Valentina.

Don't call me "Valentina".

I'm not a woman.

Well, I've never seen proof

to the contrary.

And you never will.

Now, uh, the clubfoot told...

You'll like this part.

Wait and see.

The clubfoot told Leni

that her sweet lover

was ordering the execution

of her countrymen every day.

But she refused to believe it.

She only wanted to live this love,

to feel his touch,

to hear his voice.

It's a difficult decision.

Ja, Herr Kommandant.

We captured 10 of them.

They are all French,

but their activities prove

that they are enemies of the people.

They call themselves patriots,

but in fact they're common criminals.

Jawohl, Herr Kommandant.

Let the execution take place at dawn.

Jawohl.

Her fingers trembled with the agony

of betraying the man that she loves.

It's like a nail in my gut!

That's better.

Do me a favor and stop all this crap

about beautiful women in tears?

Leni's heart was beating so fast,

that her swelling breasts

leapt out of her low-cut gown,

like luscious hors d'oeuvres

on a silver platter.

Oh, don't make me laugh.

It hurts!

Here.

Have a nice juicy tit.

Have another.

The best places serve them in pairs.

The bucket, quick!

Oh, no!

Ah.

Phew. Christ.

What a smell.

I'm sorry.

You don't know how much it hurts.

Just let it all out.

It can't smell any worse

than it already does.

God, I can't stand this.

You've been through worse.

Much worse.

I'm so ashamed.

Aren't you the one always saying,

"Take it like a man"?

So what's this business

of being embarrassed?

I can't stand this.

I can't stand myself like this.

Take off your pants.

Here.

Come on. Come on.

Cover yourself with this.

Here.

Why do you always have to...

pick on yourself so much?

That's it. That's it.

This one first.

Now this one.

That's it.

Okay, now...

wipe yourself off.

No!

It'll -- It's yours.

No, it's not.

It's ours.

Wipe yourself.

Okay.

There's a little more here...

and here...

Jesus.

Aren't you disgusted?

No, it breaks my heart

to see you like this.

There, almost finished.

Good.

Now take off your shirt.

No. It's all right.

The shirttails are soiled.

Please.

There. That's it.

That's it.

There we go.

Now just a second.

Okay, now, try to stand up.

No, it'll stink.

My weekly shower is tomorrow.

I'll have it all clean by noon.

There we go.

There we go.

There we go.

All wrapped up like a little papoose.

It doesn't disgust you?

Lie down.

There we go.

We don't want you to catch a chill.

What a shame I have no talcum left.

There.

Are you comfortable now?

Yeah, but I'm so cold.

I'll make you a nice hot cup of tea.

This will work wonders.

It's hot -- hot, hot.

You'll burn yourself.

You're very kind, honestly.

I don't know what to say.

Don't burn yourself.

Oh, um, this...

fell out of your shirt.

Go ahead, read it.

I know you've been curious.

No, I only read love letters.

I don't want to know anything

about your politics.

It's from my girlfriend.

Her name is Lydia.

What about Marta?

How do you know about Marta?

You mumbled her name in your sleep.

What else did I mumble?

Nothing.

The letter's from Lydia.

She's my girlfriend in the movement.

Her handwriting is like a child's.

She hasn't had much of an education.

I'm gonna tell you the truth.

During torture,

whenever I felt close to death,

it was Marta I would think about,

and she would save me.

My whole body ached to hold her.

What's she like?

She's upper class.

Pure bourgeoisie.

She's got everything.

Money, looks, education... freedom.

I'm such a hypocrite.

Just like all those class-conscious pigs.

I must admit, it was convenient.

A safe place to stay

while I was forced to hide.

Until one day I had to tell her

about my other life.

She just listened in silence

like she knew already.

Then she asked me to leave the movement.

But how could I do nothing

when my friends

were disappearing every day?

I sensed that she was right,

but I had no choice.

So once again

I didn't know what to say.

Things are what they are.

I'll be back in a few days.

Same as always.

I can't take it anymore.

Always waiting, watching the phone.

Always alone.

Valentin...

if you leave, don't come back.

Please.

Don't come back.

I no longer believed in violence,

but I had to do something.

As a journalist,

I was always hearing

about the illegal arrests

and secret torture.

Then leaking this information abroad.

My assignment was to meet

one of the last

surviving members of the original movement.

His code name was Dr. Americo.

He needed my passport

to leave the country.

Are you all right?

A little tired.

You should have left a long time ago,

Dr. Americo.

This is where I'm needed.

I keep wondering if it's all worth it

when nothing really changes.

Well, good luck.

Here's your passport.

Take care of yourself.

Thank you.

He had accomplished almost nothing,

but I was glad I could help him.

Freeze!

Stop!

Here! Open your legs!

Open your legs!

Move!

What happened to Marta?

I don't know anything for sure except...

I'll never see her again.

Don't say that.

I don't deserve to die in this cell.

I only confessed some code names

they already knew.

I can't stand being a martyr.

It infuriates me.

I don't want to be a martyr.

My whole life, a mistake.

No.

Give me your hand.

I don't want to die, Molina.

I don't want to die.

Don't let me die.

Of course not.

You look thin, Molina.

What's the matter?

It's nothing. I was sick,

but I'm better now.

So stop trembling.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Arregui doesn't suspect anything, does he?

No, sir.

What has he told you?

Well...

nothing yet.

He...

I feel I should proceed very cautiously.

Molina, you are lying.

What are you hiding?

Nothing. How can you accuse me

when I almost died for you?

He insisted...

that I eat the bowl with the poison.

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