Little Ashes Page #5

I don't see him anymore.

- No?

- Don't care, too. We no longer speak the same

language. The only word he understands now...

... is "money".

- He wrote to me.

And?

I know.

Nothing.

He asked me to come and see him.

Come and meet Gala.

Bloody witch. Still f***ing every artist in Paris,

from what I hear.

What else?

He thought we should work together again.

He said we could reach an agreement this time,

on a lot of things.

He signed it "Buda".

- Will you see him?

Be careful, Federico.

- Where are you off to, brother?

The rally is this way.

Senor Garca Lorca!

- Hello.

- I didn't recognize you. Join us at the demonstrations

and the support of the republic.

The troops in Morocco are siding with the fascist.

- I'll come later.

- Gracias. - Good luck.

- Come in.

Come through.

Time and Dal wait for no man!

Ignore this absolute prutescent travesty of a hotel.

It's temporary surroundings.

Apart from the bear.

Have you seen the bear?

It has a reality about it, in this bear...

... primacy of Eden.

You look the same.

Thanks.

I grew this moustache.

What shall it be? This place? College?

Merde? Us?

Federico.

All this time.

All this time.

The dark, unfavaned retrospect

...the teaming gulf.

The sleepers.

And shadows.

Cheri.

It's Federico.

Federico, this is Gala.

My wife.

Delighted to meet you, at last.

Isn't he charming, cheri?

I've heard so much about you.

Smile.

He went to America.

- I loved it. Well, it's America.

New York was... pitiful.

Poverty and suffering...

- We're gonna go back to America soon.

Spain just seems so...

- Dangerous?

- Passe.

Anyway, America is the place for our opera.

No. You write, I design.

It will be a triumph.

- Will it?

- Undoubtedly, considering the subject matter.

- Which will be?

- Louis the Second of Bavaria.

He was... He was a deviant, you know.

It'll be the most shocking opera ever staged.

All kinds of unspeakable things...

- Louie told me the surrealists threw you out.

- So, the two of you've become friends again.

When did that happen?

- I imagine around the time he stopped seeing you.

- The surrealists expelled me from the movement.

Terribly traumatic.

Breton is a genius.

His whole equation with communism

just makes me want to...

... puke.

The only viable solution for surrealism -

the World War.

A cleansing.

A great flood.

Cut through all this dead wood.

Purge the weak elements.

An era of enlightenment.

- Are you saying you actually support the fascist?

You used to be an anarchist.

- Oh, Federico, you've become so... liberal.

With all the government schemes and your theateral

little people...

- Listen. This country is on the blink

of something terrible.

And here you are siding with the people who

could destroy everything we've stand for.

I know you are not through, but you must see that'd be no freedom

of speech, anyone who is different...

Who strays from the norm...

... would just be wiped out.

- Would that be a bad thing?

- Naughty boy.

- You're joking.

- Salvador is completely apolitical.

No one knows you

No

But I sing of you

I sing, for later on,

Of your profile and your grace

The noble maturity of your understanding

Your appetite for death and the taste of its mouth

The sadness in you valiant gaiety.

- It's nothing to my ode.

Gala, you've heard my ode.

Press went crazy for it.

Oh, Salvador Dali, with your olive-colored voice

Federico, you finish the rest.

I want Gala to hear it.

- I'm afraid I have to go.

It's been such a pleasure.

- Let me see you out.

- There is no need.

- She doesn't mind, you know?

She and I are like twins, not like lovers.

Not like us.

Look at you, you little beast.

You're so angry, you could spit.

I knew you would be.

I planned everything.

- And, is everything going according to plan, Salvador?

- Knew you would say that, too.

Listen, it's alright now.

Everything is alright.

Go pack your things

Say your goodbyes

And we'll conquer America together.

I hurt your pride, I know.

But, I'll make it up to you.

You'll teach me how.

There's someone else?

It doesn't matter. There's Gala...

We can all live together. We can...

- Goodbye, Salvador.

You'll come back.

Sweet little tail dangeling between your legs.

You won't be able to think about anything else!

- Senor Garca Lorca, how was your meeting

with Dal?

Will you work together again?

What do you think of him?

- What do I think of him?

Well... He's a genius.

A genius.

Genius, Salvador Dal!

- Very charming... Exactly as you've said.

I'm going to my room, Salvador.

I'll see you in the morning.

See you in the morning, my love.

- I just saw Paco.

What on Earth do you think you're doing?

- I'm going back to Granada.

- Have you finally lost your mind?

The news this morning, Federico?

Morocco's fallen. It's only a matter of time

before they get to Granada.

- Listen...

I'll only be there for a few days.

I have to be with my family.

I've got so much do to, Louie.

I can tell you...

I feel like.. like.. I could write 6 plays without stopping.

Without eating.

- Then write them here.

Think about it, Frederico. These people know who you are, what you've

been saying about Franco... They know - everything.

- I have to go home, Louie.

I'll call you as soon as I can.

- Be careful.

- Open the door!

- What are you doing?

- Federico Garca Lorca?

I'm arresting you in the name of the New Granada.

- What are you talking about?

- No!

- Come on!

- Garca Lorca, it is you, marricon.

-Granada.

Spain.

- The incredible rumours are preceding from the core of the

front this evening.

Reporting the abduction of the poet, Federico Garca Lorca,

from his home town in Granada, three days ago.

The guverner of Granada says he does not know the whereabouts of Garca Lorca.

- Still alive.

Only one way to kill a queer.

- The weil of mystery overshadowing the disappearance

of Federico Garca Lorca has been removed.

The news is coming this evening that the execution of the poet, Federico Garca Lorca, has been confirmed.

Federico.

Salvador!

The guests are here.

J'arrive!

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