Kiss of the Spider Woman Page #6

I was mad at.

I've been thinking

maybe I am mad at you.

Why?

Because you're so kind.

I don't --

I don't want to feel obligated

to treat you the same way.

"Unable to take.

Unable to give."

Every day he opens up

more and more with me.

Just give me a few more days.

I'm sure he'll talk.

If he doesn't,

he'll be interrogated again.

And thoroughly this time.

But he's too weak to be tortured.

And if he drops dead,

we all lose out.

I can't take anybody being nice to me

without asking anything in return.

If I'm very nice to you

it's because...

I want your friendship and...

No -- Yeah.

And...

Why not say it?

Your affection.

The same way that I try

to be good to my mother,

who's never harmed anyone

and who accepts me for what I am

and loves me.

It's...

It's like a gift from heaven...

and the only thing

that keeps me going.

The only thing.

And you, too,

are a very good person.

Very selfless and devoted.

Risking your life for your ideals,

ready to die,

even in here,

for what you believe in.

Am I embarrassing you?

No.

Well, sir, there might be a way

to speed this up.

I'm not sure, but I'm...

It's just a hunch.

Say it straight, Molina.

Well, you know how inmates are, sir.

When --

When a cellmate leaves...

they feel all sentimental and helpless.

So, um...

Well, he's gotten a bit attached to me,

so if he thought

that I was being released,

he's bound to open up and talk,

get a few things off his chest.

What do you think?

So, that's why I respect you

and like you...

and hope that you feel

the same way about me.

So I want us always to be friends.

Sure.

The reason I...

wanted to get this in the open is...

because I may be leaving,

since I just heard from the warden

that I may be paroled soon.

When?

Tell him that you're up for parole,

that we are going to move you

to another cell in 24 hours.

Yes, sir.

And this is your last chance,

so get going.

You've got 24 hours.

One thing, sir.

You can't catch a fish without bait.

I, um, I need more food.

This time, sir,

I've prepared a list.

They'll probably move me

to another cell in 24 hours.

My lawyer says that's the procedure.

I don't want to get my hopes

up too high.

Do you want an apple?

No, thanks.

I guess I should be happy for you.

I don't know.

Yes. All I wanted in life

was to get out of here

and take care of my mother.

Nothing else mattered,

but now that my wish might be...

Be happy, damn it.

I'd give anything to get out.

But is it fair?

What?

That I always end up with nothing?

That I don't have anything

truly my own in life?

You've got your mother.

Yes, but listen, though,

she's had a life and lived it.

She had a husband and a son.

But I'm still waiting.

At least she's still alive.

But so am I.

When is my life supposed to begin?

When do I strike it lucky

and have something for my own?

Right now you just got lucky.

Take advantage of it.

You're getting out.

And do what?

Hang out with my friends?

A bunch of silly old queens like me?

Tell a few jokes till I can't stand

the sight of them,

because they're a bunch of mirrors

that send me running for my life.

My life of waiting for nothing?

Tell a movie.

You'll feel better.

Once upon a time...

in a tropical island far away...

there lived a strange woman.

She wore a long gown

of black lam

that fit her like a glove.

But the poor thing --

she was caught in a giant spider web

that grew out of her own body.

One day...

a shipwrecked man

drifted onto the beach.

She fed him

and cared for his wounds.

She nourished him with love

and brought him back to life.

When he awoke...

he gazed up at the spider woman...

and saw...

a perfect teardrop

slide from under her mask.

Why is she crying?

I don't know.

Why do you always need explanations?

Valentin, I'm so tired.

I'm tired of suffering.

You're not the only one they've hurt.

You don't know.

I hurt so much inside.

Where does it hurt you?

In my neck and shoulders.

Why does the sadness

always jam up in the same spot?

Please don't touch me.

Can't a friend even pat your back?

It only makes it worse.

Why?

'Cause I've fallen in love with you.

I'm sorry, Valentin.

I wish it hadn't happened.

I understand.

Don't be ashamed.

Can I touch you?

If it doesn't disgust you,

I'd like you to.

Can I touch your scar?

Sure.

Oh.

Do what you want with me

because that's what I want.

If it doesn't disgust you.

Okay.

You are so kind to me.

No.

You're the one who's kind.

Wait, I'm squeezed against the wall.

That's better.

No, wait, let me lift my legs.

You know, when I woke up,

I put my hand to my eyebrow...

to feel my scar.

You don't have one.

Like I wasn't me anymore.

As if somehow...

I was you.

Look, let's not talk about this.

Let's not talk about anything at all.

Just for this morning,

I'm asking.

Aren't you going to ask me why?

Why?

Because I'm happy.

I'm really happy,

and I don't want to spoil it.

The nicest thing about feeling happy...

is that you think you'll never feel

unhappy again.

You sh*t-face motherfuck.

Talk!

Let me handle this.

Look at me, Molina.

What's the matter?

You're afraid this group will kill you?

Is that it?

No, sir, I want to help.

So what did he say?

Nothing.

Wouldn't it be worse

if I told you something

that was not true?

I'll have to move you

to another cell, Molina.

No, sir, please don't do that.

As long as I'm with him,

there's still a chance

that he might talk.

You f*ggot piece of sh*t!

You fell in love with that bastard!

Okay, Molina.

You can go.

Get your things ready.

You're leaving today.

Here.

The minister approved your parole.

Oh. God.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

And no more hanky-panky

with the little boys.

Oh, no, sir.

I swear.

They --

They would never suspect you.

I mean, really,

there's no risk at all.

I'm sorry.

I can't do it.

I'm --

I'm just too afraid.

All you have to do

is give them a message...

from any public phone.

No. No names.

No phone numbers. Nothing.

I'm terrified of the police.

Okay.

I guess I shouldn't drag you into this.

I swear, Valentin.

My only desire

is to stay here with you.

Take care of yourself.

Valentin, I've only ever loved

two people in my life.

My mother and you.

I'm gonna miss you, Molina.

At least the movies.

Yeah.

Whenever I go to sleep,

I'll probably be thinking

of you and your...

crazy movies.

Whenever I see bonbons,

I'll be thinking of you.

Valentin, there's something

I'd like to ask you

that you've never done,

although we've done much more.

A kiss.

Okay, but first promise me something.

I told you I can't,

and I'm so sorry.

No, no, no, no, no.

Promise me you will never let

anybody humiliate you again.

That you'll make them respect you.

Promise me you'll never let

anybody exploit you again.

Nobody has the right to do that to anybody.

I promise.

Thank you.

Valentin?

What? The kiss?

No. The...

The phone number.

Wait a few days.

Dial two times, then hang up.

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