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hwpAnd she is the flame
That rises up
And she is a bird in flight
In the night
that catches fire
Hell is this heaven
Up! Up, up, up up!
Careful, guys.
This corpse is still breathing.
Try to get me there
in one piece.
Hello, Professor.
Hello, Frida.
Diego Rivera is back
in the auditorium!
- Who cares?
- With a naked woman.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Shh.
Why is this whore still here?
Huh?
Tell me.
Tell me, mi amor.
Are you planning to have her
after lunch,
or have you fucked her
already?
Lupe, please dont start.
Y-You think I dont know
whats going on.
You must think Im an idiot.
- I cant work like this.
- Yes, you can.
Your food and your slut.
Thats all you need to paint
your pinche murals!
Hey! Get out!
And dont come home!
Dont come home and give me
one of your speeches
about the artist and the people
and your fucking revolution!
You only care about yourself,
you piece of shit!
So much for lunch.
Although...
I could eat you, perhaps.
I-Ive eaten female flesh
before. Yeah.
Yes.
Wrapped up in... tortillas.
Tastes like...
the tenderest young pig.
Watch out, Diego!
Lupes coming back!
Fucking punks!
Come on,
you little anarchists!
Lets go! Frida!
Just keeping you honest,
panzon.
Panzon.
Do I look fat to you?
Shh!
- Shh!
Shh, shh, shh, shh!
Oh, yeah.
- Here you are.
- Gracias.
Frida, we found
the most beautiful fabric
for my wedding dress today.
Fantastic.
It cost a fortune.
- Mama?
- Yes?
Are these ripe?
They should be.
Let me see.
Yes, theyre fine.
Just need a day or two.
Maybe youll get married,
too, one day.
One can only hope.
Lunch is almost ready.
Go get the artist.
I love this one.
Its beautiful.
I like it, too.
Theyre busy with the wedding.
Cristina is so excited
about her dress.
Good.
Everyone should be excited
when they get married.
I suppose.
If thats what you want.
And, uh... what do you want?
I dont know.
I just dont think
that marriage is for everyone.
Well, you need
a good reason to do it,
just like with anything else.
What do you think matters most
for a good marriage?
A short memory.
Why did you get married,
Papa?
I cant remember.
So I could have you.
And concentrate, everybody.
Wait. Where is Frida?
Adriana, go tell your sister
to hurry up.
I always wanted a son.
And, Matilde, everyone,
eyes to the camera,
and...
Come on.
Well miss our bus.
- Frida!
- Excuse me.
How much is the calaca?
Frida, come on!
- The bus!
- Well take the next one.
No, no, no!
Come, come, come!
W-Watch out. Hey! Hey.
Anyway, I just dont think
hes completely apolitical.
Thats all.
But thats because you read it
after you read Marx.
You... you always read things
in the wrong order!
Thats ridiculous.
Why should it matter
what order you read it in?
Because if you have
already read Marx,
then of course Hegel is
going to seem political.
But the truth is the idea
of history as a dialectic.
It just predicts Marx...
Is that gold? Real gold?
For the ceiling
of the opera house.
Move!
Move it, idiot!
Your brake!
The spinal column was broken,
as were the collarbone
and two ribs.
The pelvis is broken
in three places.
The metal rod entered
the right side of the body
and came out the vagina.
The right leg has
fractures,
And the foot was crushed.
Will she ever walk again?
Lets make sure
she lives first.
Is Alex alive?
- Frida.
- Is he all right?
He was hurt, but not terribly.
He was here yesterday
when you were not awake.
And Mama?
It was too much for them,
Fridocha. They are at home.
How long have I been here?
Three weeks.
Were almost there.
Gently, now.
There is nothing left to spend.
I will sell some of
my equipment.
For another operation
that probably wont work.
- No. No. Listen.
Maybe this time it will work.
And then how will you
make money?
Ill... paint portraits again.
Admit it, Guillermo.
Shell never walk again.
Go on in, Alex.
Shes waiting for you.
Hello, ugly.
Theyre beautiful.
How do you feel?
Like Ive been hit by a bus.
Come on, silly.
Come, come. Come sit with me.
Look.
Its my only good angle
at the moment.
No, its not.
I like you this way.
Youre easier to keep up with.
Spengler...
because you love him.
Schopenhauer
because its good for you.
Oh, Alex.
You know I adore you.
Ive missed you so much.
I told the doctor the handrail
had taken my virginity.
And Im sure he believed you.
You know...
when I get out of this cast,
Im going to show you
a couple of things
I still remember from before.
Okay.
What?
My aunt and my uncle are
leaving for Europe, and...
theyve invited me
to come along.
But thats wonderful.
When would you leave?
Soon.
Next week.
How long will you be gone?
Theyre going for two months,
and... afterwards I might
stay on at the Sorbonne.
I will be staying on.
Did I tell you
that Im going to walk again?
Yes.
Do you believe it?
Of course I do.
Youd better.
Because
youre going to miss it.
N-No.
Frida...
I want you to leave
before I finish this butterfly.
How are you feeling?
How am I feeling?
I cant even remember what
it felt like before the pain.
Isnt that horrible?
Dr. Farril is coming
on Monday.
He is bringing
a ba
