Kiss of the Spider Woman Page #7

The third time...

Molina. Let's go.

Wait.

Good luck, Molina.

Come on.

A beer.

Subject was granted a special parole

by the minister of justice

on orders from the Department

of Political Surveillance.

The department believes

he will lead our agents

to the cadre of Valentin Arregui.

Mama?

Whoo-hoo! Luisa!

Look who's here.

Nice to see you!

The return of the leopard woman!

Don't pay attention to them.

You look great!

10 years younger, darling.

Doesn't she?

Let's watch the show.

Oh, shut up,

you bunch of faggots!

Now I would like to welcome home

a very dear friend,

a cherished sister,

who spent Lord knows

how many precious nights

to pay a stupid debt

to this hypocritical society.

This is for you, lovely Luisa.

Surveillance reveals subject

has not returned to work

and almost never leaves home.

He spends his evenings

staring out the window

for no apparent reason.

You sure you won't eat something?

Just coffee.

You want to talk, Molina?

Is there something wrong?

No, I'm just not going

to see you for a while.

I'm going away.

With another boy?

That's good.

Don't get arrested again.

You're too old for it.

I have a message from Valentin Arregui.

Yes, a pay phone.

Excuse me, is that really necessary?

Um, all right.

Um...

I'll be wearing a red scarf.

You don't have to close the account.

There's no penalty if you maintain --

Yes. Thank you.

Do you have an envelope, please?

Thank you.

Now, this...

is for Mama.

To take care of her while I'm gone.

Please.

All right, I'll handle it.

Wherever you're going,

it's probably for the best.

Mama, you look so beautiful.

Remember, Mama, when I was little

and you used to come into my room

and kiss me good night.

I always pretended to be asleep,

but I was always waiting for your kiss.

And though you're sleeping now,

I know you understand me.

It's time for me

to take care of my own life.

You understand, don't you, Mama?

Don't be sad.

Go that way.

Move, quick.

Who are you?

I have a message from Valentin.

Are you Lydia?

Yes. Get in quick.

Get him!

Molina! Stop!

Stop, Molina!

Get the car.

Move. Hurry!

Stand up. Move.

Get in the car!

The number.

Tell me the telephone number,

and you go to the hospital.

Talk, you f***ing fag!

The number!

Subject was shot to death

by the extremists.

His recent activities,

such as closing his bank account,

suggest that he planned

to escape with them.

Also the way he was shot

seems to indicate that he had agreed,

if necessary, to be eliminated by them.

In any case, it appears that

he was more deeply involved

than we suspected.

This is morphine.

So you can get some rest, okay?

Oh, my God.

The way they worked you over.

Okay.

Just don't tell anyone about this,

or I'll lose my job.

Just count to 40

and you'll be asleep.

Marta...

Come, Valentin.

Come with me.

Don't be afraid.

You won't wake up in the cell.

What about Molina?

Come, my love.

Only he knows

if he died happy or sad.

I love you so much.

That's the one thing

I never said to you

because I was afraid

of losing you forever.

That can never happen now.

This dream is short...

but this dream is happy.

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