All language subtitles for Kiss Of The Spider Woman hoetinkhof79

Who is that?

None of your business.

I didn't know I'd be moved here.

The warden didn't say anything

about the political section.

Shut the fuck up.

Keep moving.

Hi.

My name is Luis Molina.

Serving an eight-year sentence.

Sexual offender.

Convicted of public indecency.

With a male. In a bathroom, no less.

I don't care what you did.

And you are?

Valentín Arregui.

Political prisoner?

- That's what they tell me. - Whatever.

I respect all ideas, as long as they respect mine.

I led a hunger strike last year.

They think I'm a bad influence.

Uh-uh-uh. This morning, I made a resolution

to only hear things that cheer me up,

and hunger strikes are not on the list.

- Do you mind if I cook? - Do what you want.

Just keep quiet.

I need silence to study.

Well, right now, there's nothing but tea and soup

because my mother's been too sick

to bring groceries or magazines.

These I know by heart.

I'm fine with the prison food.

Okay, but if you're turning down the soup because

- you have nothing to offer-- - Let-- Let me explain.

Sometimes I might not be reading,

but you'll see that I'm silent anyway.

That's because I'm thinking

and getting ready to make notes.

So no talking when you're reading,

and no talking when you're thinking.

Yeah.

Fine.

- Marquez. - Camazon.

- Rodríguez. - Zecchi.

- Molina. - Hasul.

- Arregui. - Dominguez.

Lopez.

I really should've done this sooner.

It makes all the difference.

When I was dressing the windows at Montoya's,

I couldn't rest until each display was perfect.

One mannequin wore a Chanel suit,

and I insisted a Balenciaga silk scarf

be slipped inside her purse.

"Well, nobody cares what's inside a mannequin's purse,"

my supervisor told me.

"I do," I said, arching one eyebrow,

like Joan Crawford in Mildred Pierce.

And, darling, guess what?

Balenciaga it was!

What are you reading?

A biography of Lenin.

Oh. Well, that sounds fun.

"The struggle is not over until all men are free."

Who said it? Hmm?

I know. Cyd Charisse in Silk Stockings.

"The struggle is not over until all men are free."

Even ridiculous window dressers.

Stick to the script. Lenin didn't say "ridiculous".

Lenin didn't spend three days in a cell with you.

Oh, I heard how you radicals like to take advantage

of a girl down on her luck.

Guards! Guards!

He's talking about unions!

He's making me forget the joys of capitalism!

What do you want, Molina?

Nothing. I was just fooling around.

I know what someone like Molina wants.

Yeah, and you're not man enough to give it to me.

What? What did you say, you miserable little fucking--

Nothing. Nothing, I said nothing.

- You said something. - I said I'm a piece of shit.

- Louder. - I said I'm a piece of shit.

Finish it, maricón.

You're almost done.

I said I'm a faggot piece of shit,

and whenever you want me, my hungry ass is yours.

Maybe later, sweetheart.

Hear that, Arregui? Anytime you want her.

If a man called me a woman, I would kill him.

If a man called me a man, I would faint.

You are a man.

You shouldn't let them humiliate you like that.

Honey, there are privileges in degradation.

How do you think I got this beaded curtain?

Why do you make yourself trivial?

Because I am trivial.

Only, I know it.

You and your movement are trivial, only you don't.

Next to these gorgeous ladies, we're all trivial.

Next to them, we don't even exist.

Fuck off.

You're thinking, right?

About a girl?

I bet she's pretty.

What's her name?

That maricón better come through.

I find you can learn everything you need to know

about a person by asking one simple question:

"What's your favorite movie?"

- I don't have one. - Oh, come on.

Everyone has a favorite movie,

although they usually lie about it.

Personally, I don't trust anybody who says Raging Bull.

I mean, lighten up, Ramona.

It's been years since I went to the movies.

Well, don't you like to dream?

At least a little?

I dream with every breath I take,

but not in a way you would understand.

People like you think life is one big entertainment.

If I gave you the rest of a very good milk chocolate bar,

do you think you could stop saying,

"People like you?"

You're right. I'm sorry.

It's your last piece.

Eat it.

- No, thanks. - I can't decide.

Are you highly principled or just plain stubborn?

Maybe just highly stubborn.

Is that a glimmer of a sense of humor?

And I left my sunglasses in the Corniche.

I do have a woman, by the way.

I figured.

Just didn't want you to get any ideas.

You're not my type.

I'm looking for someone to settle down with,

not storm the barricades.

Well, unlike you, I couldn't live without movies.

After my father died,

my mother had to work nights as an usherette.

And since there was no one to look after me,

she took me with her and sat me in the front row.

I saw every movie over and over.

One of them, I'll never forget.

Kiss of the Spider Woman.

Never heard of it.

It's set in a mythical South American country,

part Argentina, part Brazil, and 100% Hollywood.

It starred the great Ingrid Luna,

known to those who worship her as simply La Luna.

Spider Woman was the first time

a vehicle was created especially for her.

Now, understand, nobody claims

it was the greatest movie ever made.

Too ambitious for its own good,

too many flavors in the stew,

but so much that's beautiful.

Would you like to see it?

How do you propose we do that?

The best way.

I'll tell it to you.

Unless you have somewhere else to be.

Uh-uh-uh. Too much reading will make you go blind.

You said so yourself.

Besides, it's lights out any minute now.

What kind of movie is it?

A musical, of course.

And if I have to explain the "of course,"

I might as well just end it all right now.

I hate musicals.

And I pity you.

I'm sorry to break the news,

but nobody sings in real life.

Well, maybe they should.

Now shut up and listen.

There go the lights. The curtain opens.

It's in glorious technicolor.

They drenched the screen with extra reds

and golds for this one.

It almost hurts to look at it.

Wait. You throw us right in.

We know nothing about the story or the characters.

Well, it's a musical. There's not a lot to know.

But you're right.

I got so excited, I skipped over the opening crawl,

which establishes that Aurora

is the successful editor of Charm,

South America's most famous fashion magazine.

It's the way she sits that kills me every time.

The perfect fullness of her figure.

Tiny waist and rounded hips.

Her legs flushed and silky, even without stockings.

Please. No erotic descriptions.

And now, wrapped in the simplest sort of silk robe...

the goddess moves into the bedroom.

Kendall, you're late.

I need you to help me choose a dress for the gala.

Kendall Nesbit is Aurora's executive assistant

and best friend.

His devotion to her is absolute.

He lives for her and through her.

In other words, Kendall Nesbit is a homosexual.

Of course, they never come out and say it.

- So? - Well, the actor who played him

was the biggest queen this side of Danny Kaye.

But he lived with his mother and was terrified that,

if he portrayed the role as it was written,

she'd figure it out.

So he butched it up and killed all the joy in the part.

Now if you don't mind,

I'll describe the Kendall Nesbit of my dreams

instead of the disappointing reality.

Kendall, you're late.

I need you to help me choose a dress for the gala.

You need to choose more than a dress, my dear.

What do you mean?

"A woman cannot know what to wear

until she knows for whom she is wearing it."

Ugh. The things I say for money.

For ten years, you've unveiled the winter cover

without a man by your side.

Your readers are starting to wonder if something's wrong.

My readers don't want to share me.

Besides, I have you.

- So she's frigid. - What?

She has a crippling fear of physical intimacy.

Most likely, she acquired a sense of shame

around sex in early childhood,

and trying to control her prohibited desires

as an adult has made her incapable

of enjoying a good fuck.

Well, excuse you.

Aurora is particular, that's all.

- Yeah. - She has high standards.

- Okay. - Impeccable taste.

Whatever.

If you're gonna make fun, I won't go on.

This is a work of art. It means a lot to me.

So, am I supposed to just sit around and listen?

- I can't comment? - Exactly.

Because that's what people do when they watch a movie.

All right.

I'll be quiet.

Now, I will admit,

Aurora has been seeing a psychiatrist.

And he suspects that her inability

to commit to a man is somehow connected

to a suppressed memory

and the mysterious musical theme that haunts her dreams.

The doctor urges her to be more open to her desires.

Aurora still isn't convinced,

until she visits a tarot card reader

who gives her the same advice.

- Over here. - Thank you.

Hmm.

Aurora dances with a dozen men,

but is interested in none.

Enter Armando,

the greatest photographer in South America,

a true artist.

Aurora has hired him to shoot the winter issue,

but they haven't met until this moment.

Let me guess.

This photographer is not just a genius.

He's tall, dark, and handsome.

Of course.

- That's his real talent. - Oh, no.

He sings and dances too.

Oh.

Ridiculous.

Hmm. If only you could see him the way I do.

Their fingers touch, tingling with electricity.

Shh.

They're bringing someone from interrogation.

Anything you want to tell the professor, Arregui?

Well?

You know him, right?

Well, darling, if I looked like that,

I'd want a bag over my head too.

Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

Yes, I know him.

He's a brave man, and you mocked him!

You and your scarves and your beaded curtains!

You disgust me.

I shouldn't have done that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

It was a bad joke.

So, Molina. Do you have anything for me?

With respect, Warden,

I think you've cast the wrong person.

I couldn't have less in common with that man.

Honestly, I don't think he'll ever confide in me.

Has he talked about anyone he's working with?

No names?

Not even in his sleep?

Well, how would I know? I'm asleep too.

Well, maybe you should sleep less and listen more.

I'll keep trying. I promise.

Oh, I have some good news.

I convinced the parole board to look at your case.

Well, that's wonderful. Thank you.

It would make my mother so happy to see me home again.

Yes. Your mother.

I'm afraid she's taken a turn for the worse.

Another small heart attack.

Don't worry. She's out of danger.

No, she has the danger inside.

Her heart is tired from forgiving so much.

I'm a tolerant man, Molina.

I'm not disgusted by degenerates like you.

Molina.

Yes?

You saw the warden this morning?

How did you know?

There's a thousand eyes in this place.

Are you an informer?

Of course. What else would I be doing here?

The warden didn't ask you anything about me?

No. It's my mother, she's been sick,

as I already told you.

Okay.

Thank God she has my Aunt Chicha to take care of her.

That's right.

You're an only child.

Yes, it's always been just the two of us.

- Are you from a big family? - Huge.

Last time I went home, my father asked,

"Who are you?"

My mother nearly killed him.

"I can't keep track, woman," he said.

Et voila, a sense of humor!

Marta thought it was funny too.

Who's Marta?

- Your girlfriend? - No one.

Oh. Marta's no one? Hmm.

Hey, look at me.

You don't want to know anything about me.

The only reason I'm still alive

is because I have information they want,

and they won't stop till they get it.

Do you understand?

You were in danger the minute you met me.

Darling, I'm a window dresser.

When it comes to the violent overthrow of the junta,

I don't think they expect to see a bunch of sissies

leading the march.

I'm sorry.

I cringe every time you make fun of yourself.

It'll be lights out soon.

Do you want me to go on with the picture?

Yeah, man, whatever.

Aurora and Armando spend every minute together.

They work by day and play by night.

Fuck by night.

No, people don't do that in musicals.

- Yeah. But they're romantic? - Not yet.

As I told you, Aurora is working through some commitment issues.

Yeah. She's built a wall around herself,

so thick not even bullets can get through it.

It turns out Armando comes from the same village

where Aurora was born, way up north,

at the edge of the jungle.

He convinces her to do a photo shoot up there,

among the people.

See, even though he's a renowned artist,

Armando sees himself as an everyday man.

For me, real beauty has nothing to do with fashion.

Real beauty is this.

- Yes?

This is another reason I hate musicals.

They're pure propaganda,

made by the ruling class to put people's minds to sleep.

Oh, Lord, take me now.

Don't you see how regressive this film is?

The photographer feels threatened

by a powerful woman,

so he wants to turn her into a doormat.

No! There was much more respect for women in those days.

Their beauty gave them power!

I suppose you prefer the movies they make now,

that dreary dust bowl ruled over by Ms. Sissy Spacek,

Ms. Meryl Streep, Ms. Glenn Close,

and Ms. Glenda Jackson,

the Four Horsewomen of the Apocalypse!

At least they're real actors

playing real characters.

Not like these silly fantasy figures

- you're so fond of. - Fond?

I'm not fond of them, I love them!

Aurora is divine.

- Oh, come on. - She's the perfect woman,

and Armando is my idea of a real man.

Really?

And what is that exactly?

I won't bore you with my preferences.

Oh, no, please, go ahead. I don't mind.

Because I don't wanna be bored by your opinion of them.

No, no, no, I'm interested.

What do you think a real man is?

Someone who's strong, who's not afraid to take charge.

Especially in his own home.

Oh, so, you don't think men and women

should be equal partners in the home?

A real woman doesn't want equality.

There's no kick to it.

Kick? What kick?

The tingle you get when a man puts his arm around you

- when you're a bit frightened. - Oh, my God.

What a pile of crap!

Whatever. It's how I feel.

No, it's how you were taught to feel.

- This is getting us nowhere.

I wish you a good night then, hmm?

- Molina. - Hmm.

I'm wide awake.

Tell me a bit more of the film.

It'll put me out.

Just a little more.

Please.

Okay, but no more interrupting.

Armando takes Aurora to the one hot spot in town.

Forget photography, Armando,

you should open a dancing school.

Yes. A man of so many talents.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Welcome home, stranger.

Enter Paulina Paz.

Long nose, bushy brows,

and eyes as dull as two wrapped caramels.

I get it. You don't like her.

Everyone thinks she's beautiful,

but she doesn't hold a candle to Aurora.

Her only advantage is her youth,

which she wields like a machete.

It's obvious from the way she greets Armando

that they were once an item

and that she still carries a torch.

The plot thins.

Paulina makes a big show of being gracious to Aurora.

I hope you're enjoying your stay here.

I'm sure our little village can't compare to the big city.

Oh, I was born in this village.

We moved away when I was a little girl.

Oh, that was before my time.

Perhaps our families know each other.

I doubt it.

We were simple people.

I adore this moment.

Aurora shows that stupid, stuck-up girl

what real class looks like.

And then the room goes quiet.

All eyes turn.

- Johnny Desiderio has arrived.

The villain, at last!

No, the supervillain!

A two-bit gangster who's been bleeding the village

and its people dry for years.

Finally, some fun people.

How can she bear to be touched by that cockroach?

This club is his playground,

and he treats everyone like his toy.

The thing I love about La Luna

is that no matter how hard Hollywood tried

to make her seem all-American,

she never stopped being Latin.

- That was amazing. - Thank you.

Just having a little fun.

Give me.

I think I'll turn in.

If you'll excuse me.

Of course, Armando.

I'll see you in the lobby in the morning?

I'm sorry.

He still cares for her.

Kendall Nesbit has been feeling ignored

since Armando entered the picture.

Now, he has a purpose again.

Let's get you to bed.

And with that, I say ciao.

Good night, Valentín.

No, don't stop now.

It's a bunch of silly clichés,

but at least these new characters inject

a bit of dramatic conflict.

Better to leave the audience wanting more.

Sleep tight.

- Molina? - Hmm.

This song Aurora keeps hearing,

her shrink thought it might be related

- to some childhood trauma. - Oh, God, let her be.

Do you ever think you identify with her

because you suffered something similar?

Do you have a theory for everything?

You said it was only ever you and your mother.

Where was your father?

He died when I was four. So what?

Isn't it obvious?

That early dependence on your mother

- is what made you a homosexual. - Oh, really?

- Talk about clichés. - No, no, hear me out.

Without a father, the sensitive boy tries

to please his mother by taking on

- her more nurturing qualities. - Yeah.

Just like the macho boy tries to please his father

- by becoming a revolutionary. - No.

I'm not macho.

I hate macho and all it stands for.

Oh, is that so?

Honestly, do you think you're telling me something

that I haven't heard a thousand times before?

Next you'll say

that the right woman will convert me,

because there's nothing better than a good woman.

To which I say, I agree!

And since there's nothing better than a woman,

I wanna be one.

Why do you keep saying that?

Because it's true. Why don't you believe me?

You know what I believe?

I believe that people look at you

and they see a monster,

so you play the part.

But Molina,

you're not a monster.

You're a man.

The light from the candle's keeping me up.

Do you mind?

This is your fault, maricón.

He has a girlfriend. Her name is Marta.

- Marta who? - I don't know.

- We need more. - How can I get you more

if you take him away?

I'm getting close, I just need more time.

Time is the one thing I can't give you.

Things are coming to a head, we need information.

Well, torture won't work on him, that much I know.

- We don't torture people here. - No,

but if you bring him back from his interrogation,

I can get you her full name, and much more.

- Please. I beg you. - Oh, Molina.

Do you have a little crush on that piece of shit?

Of course not. I just want to see my mother.

The sooner Arregui talks, the sooner you get out.

La Luna.

Help me, please.

I can't be alone.

I can't be here.

Save me, Luna.

Take me away.

Yes.

To a movie.

- Lights.

Camera.

And action!

Oh, God. Have you killed him?

You won't get away with this!

Get out of here!

Oh, sweet Jesus.

How much more of this can you endure?

Why don't you just tell them what they want?

Then all of this will be over.

When Johnny Desiderio realizes

that Paulina's still in love with Armando,

he has his goons kidnap him and beat him raw.

I always shut my eyes during this part.

They dump Armando at the edge of the jungle forest.

And then, all at once,

Aurora is there.

She doesn't flinch at the sight of him.

She's so courageous.

I'm a wreck at this point.

The tears are streaming down my cheeks.

You always get lost in the emotion.

I just want to know what happens.

Well, she sings, of course.

- Oh, no. - No, no, no, no, no.

I swear to God, it's not what you think.

It's the most natural thing imaginable.

St-- Stop.

I'm sorry.

Don't get upset.

I-I can't keep my mind on the story.

When you talk about Aurora, I just see...

Marta.

I guess it has to come out one way or another.

What?

Weakness.

Well, that's not weakness. That's love.

It's funny how you can't help

getting attached to someone.

It's as if the mind just oozes sentiment.

Is that what you believe?

Like a leaky faucet.

You can't stop the drips.

Right now, I would give anything to be able to hold her.

Just thinking about her,

it's torture.

No, you should never push away pleasant thoughts.

Lie down.

Trust me.

Close your eyes.

Now,

when I say "Aurora,"

you see Marta.

Voila, monsieur,

our specialty of the evening...

flambé de merde.

Beans and rice.

This is a lot for me.

- Have mine. - No, thank you.

Yeah, I know. Eat, eat.

Come on.

This rice a la glue

- is not half bad tonight. - Mm-hmm.

Do you always eat like that?

Take man bites.

I'm not an animal, I take ladylike bites.

How does your Marta eat?

I don't know, I've never noticed.

That's the last thing a man notices about a woman.

Hmm. If I love someone, I notice everything about them.

How they eat, how they sleep, everything.

Do you have anyone?

- A fellow? - I'm sorry. A fellow?

I immediately picture Ronald Reagan.

You know what I meant.

His name's Gabriel.

He's a waiter at an all-night restaurant,

the Trocadero.

Everything about him is perfect.

The way he walks,

his tender voice with a slight lilt to it.

It sounds like another one of your fantasies.

No, he's extremely real.

Do you miss him?

I do, but not in the way you mean.

We never made love.

- You've never fucked? - No.

We never even touched.

I don't get it.

He's...

married.

Two children.

It took a year for us just to become friends.

Well, he had to see that I respected him.

I know. It doesn't sound like much,

but he told me things that he never told anyone else.

I did too.

Does he visit you?

No.

His family keeps him busy.

And he works hard, double shifts sometimes.

Hmm.

I send him letters, but...

It's been three years.

Sometimes I wonder if he even remembers me.

You know what?

I'm not gonna study tonight.

Why don't we go to the movies?

All right.

Um, where were we?

Armando's been beaten by the gangsters.

Ah, yes, of course.

Some villagers carry him deep into the forest

where Johnny Desiderio won't find him.

They take him to this strange house,

all in stone, roof covered in straw,

the whole place overgrown with jungle plants.

Clemencia lives there.

She's the village elder.

Almost blind, but she sees everything.

After Armando falls asleep,

Clemencia tells Aurora a terrible legend.

For centuries, the wild beasts of the jungle

would go mad with hunger in wintertime.

They would climb down from the mountains

and into the village, killing everyone.

The people sought help from the Spider Woman.

A magical creature born of a human mother

and an all-powerful forest spirit.

She offered protection

asking for one thing in return.

That once every ten years,

a woman of the village

would offer up the man she loves,

as a sacrifice.

You were born on one of those nights.

Meaning one day

you would have to offer up a sacrifice of your own.

This explains so much.

Why our family left the village, why...

Why I can't love.

She has called you back.

Yes, with her song.

When she appears,

it means someone is about to die.

I was eight years old when I first saw her.

You can imagine how terrified I was.

I didn't sleep for a week!

By the way, did I mention that Ingrid Luna played both parts?

Several times.

What a tour de force.

What is it?

The girl's fucked!

- What girl? - Me, stupid! It's my stomach.

- You going to throw up? Wait. - No, it's lower down.

Cramps in my groin.

Breathe.

- Hey.

- That food was poisoned. - No, no, no.

Then we'd both be sick. It's my nerves.

I've just been on edge all day.

- Breathe. Breathe. - Get help.

- I can't handle this. - Guards!

Guards! Guards!

Please.

Sleep.

Release the pain.

Good evening.

How have you been?

Go away.

You know how I've been.

I only want to talk.

Hmm.

How are you?

Still a little woozy.

Hey. Look what else we brought you.

Fuck you.

I'm sorry.

They didn't feed me for three days.

I don't give a fuck what they put in it.

I'm not gonna feel right unless I tell you something.

You missed me. I know.

I went through your things while you were gone.

I had to be sure I could trust you.

And can you?

I've been a shit not telling you anything about myself.

Now I feel I owe you a confidence.

Inside here, everything's gotta be 50-50, right?

Okay.

Marta's not in the movement.

Now, that's a surprise.

She dropped out after we met.

She was happy just to be together.

What's she like?

She comes from a rich family.

Drives a little red Mercedes.

- No. - 280 sl.

She even plays golf.

She sounds divine.

Does she have a brother?

She's everything I'm supposed to hate.

I'm a hypocrite.

- What?

- Oh, fuck. - What? What's wrong?

I was right. They're poisoning us.

Oh, I-I'll get the guards.

No, no.

They'll give me morphine.

They get you hooked, then you lose your resistance.

But, no, you won't be able to stand the pain.

I can. Just help me sit down.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay. - I'll be fine.

I'll be fine. I'll be fine.

Okay. You're all right.

Everything's going to be okay.

- Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Are you okay?

Promise you won't let them take me.

- The doctor may be able to help you. - Promise. Promise me.

Okay. I promise.

Okay.

What?

Oh!

- Oh, no. - What?

Oh, no.

- What is it? - I'm sorry.

I'm so ashamed.

I shit myself.

Okay. It's okay.

Everything's going to be okay.

- Yeah? Yeah, yeah, yeah. - It's going to be okay. Yeah.

- It's okay, huh? - Okay. Okay.

Don't, don't, don't.

Don't use the blanket.

You'll need it to keep you warm.

Yeah. You're right. Thank you.

Let me get something for you to clean yourself.

- No, not your shirt. - It's fine.

I'll wash it tomorrow.

- Please. - Okay.

Yeah.

Fuck.

Valentín, let me do it.

Let me do it. Please.

Let me help.

- Fuck! - Oh.

Oh. Okay.

Give me the other foot.

- Give me the other foot.

- Did it go through? Eh? - Um...

Your underpants held most of it in.

Okay. Okay.

Gentle. Okay, careful, careful, careful, careful.

All right, all right.

Oh, careful, careful.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

Oh, no.

This doesn't disgust you?

Well, I don't wanna make a career of it.

- Is it clean? - Yeah.

Arregui.

Help. Help.

What are you doing in there?

What do you think we're doing? Do you mind?

You make me sick.

That was good.

Thank you.

Molina, take my mind off the pain.

The movie...

Yes. Aurora.

She's hot. She's hot.

That's right.

- I wanna fuck her. - You wanna fuck her,

and I wanna be her.

Yes, that's funny.

Now, once Armando has recovered,

he returns to the village with Aurora.

Just in time for Carnival.

- But what they don't see... - Stop.

Wait. I need to talk to you.

...is that somebody's following them.

These are good people.

And they're ready to rise up against the monster

who's destroying their lives.

I can't leave them now.

I want you to stay with me.

What happens in this village is not my concern.

I know nothing of it.

And I care even less.

You're just like Aurora.

Hey, don't make fun.

I wasn't.

La Luna's so tremendous in this scene.

"I'm a woman," she says.

"I live only for art and love and beauty."

But here's the thing,

she's only pretending not to care.

Ooh, mami.

She's trying to make Armando hate her.

- The curse. - Yes!

She wants to save him from the Spider Woman.

Notice that the person that's been following them

has spiked Armando's drink.

It's art imitating life.

Why do I get the feeling

you're making this up as you go along?

I wouldn't put it past me.

Hey.

I'm... Perdón. I'm sorry.

Please. Here.

Look, have mine.

I'll get myself another one.

She starts to feel woozy.

The drug is taking effect.

Aurora opens her eyes.

We're inside her dream now.

She's still determined to drive Armando away,

so she lures him into the sleazy club.

But it's different.

Painted a deep scarlet,

the color of sex.

It's like being inside Aurora's mind.

And, darling,

it's all the psychology I need.

Once Armando is gone,

Aurora's dream turns into a nightmare.

Oh!

I'm gonna stick my fingers down your throat.

Don't bite. Do you hear me? Don't bite.

They're coming back.

Are you sick, Arregui?

We can take you to the clinic.

I don't know what you're talking about.

He's fine.

- I'm fine. I'm fine. - Mm-hmm. Yeah.

This is fucking bullshit.

Okay.

Did they take me?

No.

You're still with me.

I'm cold.

Where am I?

In a movie.

Huh...

You...

You have a vivid imagination.

Thank you.

Too vivid.

There's no such thing.

You're a kind man.

She's gone.

You're safe.

Thank God, you're safe.

Sources inside the Congressional Palace

confirmed that there are cracks within the coalition.

Peaceful demonstrations have turned violent

in several areas, leading the government

to announce a nationwide curfew,

beginning at 6:00 p.m. tonight.

You had one job,

to get him to the infirmary, and you couldn't even do that?

Is it my fault that the man has an iron constitution?

Do you have any idea what's going on out there?

I'm not political. I don't know about these things.

Arregui's group is the link

between the traitors inside the government

and the animals marching on the streets.

If we don't expose them,

we could have a civil war on our hands.

He's starting to open up. I can feel it.

You know what, Molina?

I don't give a fuck about your feelings.

Get this faggot out of here.

Uh, Valentín has eyes everywhere.

He'll wonder why I was talking to you.

Say your mother's better and she came to visit.

Oh, no, he'll never believe that.

He knows she always brings me food.

Okay, we'll send out for some groceries.

Tell us what she usually brings, and be quick about it.

Well, I told him my mother's an excellent cook, so...

two chickens from Veaugirard's on the Avenida

and some of their famous roast potatoes

soaked overnight in milk.

And guava paste.

Two boxes of tea, one breakfast, the other chamomile.

- Oh, and condensed milk. - Hold on.

I can speak much slower, if you'd like.

A can of peaches,

two bars of soap, suavisimo, bath-size.

Two cans of soup, a jar of pickled herring,

a cherry Madeira, and...

ta-da. This month's Vogue.

- Your mother? - Yes, she's better.

Oh, and look at what else she brought us. Hm?

Oh, no, no.

- That's for you, my friend. - Would you shut up?

There are two chickens here, one for each of us.

No, I'm not cool with that.

Well, I'm not doing it for you.

I can't face another day of that revolution

that's happening in your stomach.

- All right. - Good. That's settled.

- Molina? - Hmm?

Do you mind if I have a chicken leg right away?

Well, I had something more formal in mind.

Mmm.

I'm not very good at saying this,

- but thank you. - Hmm.

Well, you're lucky you have a housewife as a cellmate.

You could be living with a homosexual.

Not just for the food.

Thank you for taking care of me,

seeing me through.

I think I would've died if it wasn't for you.

How about the last potato, hmm?

- Open wide.

Mmm.

Don't tell your mother, but...

I think I just came.

That's it for you. No more.

Mmm.

I'll take this.

Thank you.

You know what would make this even better?

Let me guess.

- Aurora? - No.

I don't feel like escaping tonight.

I wanna stay here.

And do what?

Listen to you.

Oh, come on. I'm tired of hearing my own voice.

I want you to talk.

About what?

Anything.

Okay.

You have hundreds of movies. I have one.

And it only has one scene.

You know the park opposite city hall?

Mm-hmm.

Picture thousands of people gathered

to hear Alberto Golizar speak.

I was only 15,

but already I knew about the illegal arrests,

the death squads,

the thousands of people who'd been disappeared.

Golizar asked people to share their stories.

For some reason, he pointed to my sister and me.

Maybe because we looked so hungry.

"Tell us.

Tell us about the home our country has given you."

"Our home?" I said.

Our home was made of mud,

pieces of tin and cardboard boxes nailed together.

When I said that, the park got very quiet.

Everyone wanted to hear our story.

I'll never forget the look on my sister's face.

A 14-year-old girl

who was being noticed for the first time in her life.

When you feel like that,

you don't think the person standing next to you

is hiding a machine gun,

waiting for the order to open fire.

When it was over,

47 people were dead.

Two of them were children.

One was my sister.

Good news, Arregui.

The professor didn't talk.

- Bad news.

Oh, that poor man.

He won his place in heaven, that's for sure.

Just let it be quick when my time comes.

Don't say that. Don't even think it.

The professor was a huge figure in the movement.

- He had contacts high up in the regime... - Valentín, don't tell me.

- ...including one of the generals. - I don't wanna know!

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Do you mind if I dictate a letter?

I tried to write it myself, but...

the page kept swimming.

Yeah.

Here.

Dear Marta,

I'm writing because...

I'm afraid it all might end here,

that my life will amount to nothing.

Sometimes I tell myself

I took something of you with me

and that I haven't lost it.

But then I realize,

there's only me,

all alone in this cell.

And I can't wash because I'm sick

and I'm afraid the freezing water

will give me pneumonia.

Wait.

What?

You're right. The freezing water could kill you.

But we can still get you clean.

I could use the hot water from the tea and two towels,

one covered in soap and the other just hot

and wet to wipe the soap off.

And that will stop the itching.

Of course.

In all the time I was with Marta...

I never said, "I love you."

Never.

What an awful word.

I don't wanna die, Molina.

I wanna be a fat old man

and have a dozen grandchildren.

Give me your hand.

Like I said...

a leaky faucet.

- Molina. - Hmm?

Look at the shadows,

the candle is casting on the wall.

You never noticed them?

Never.

I always watch them.

It helps pass the time.

Last chance, Molina.

Anything you want to tell me?

Prisoner 31452, Santiago Ventura,

after due consideration,

this board is declining the stay in your sentence.

Petition denied.

Luis Molina.

So you're really not going to tell me

what happened at the hearing?

I said it was fine.

So it went well?

Actually, it was terrible.

They denied your parole.

No.

Not yet, at least.

They said that when a decision is pending...

convicts are moved to a different block.

I leave at the end of the week.

And I won't be back.

Armando comes to Aurora's suite...

sees her bags are packed.

He gazes out the window.

Tonight is the night.

The Spider Woman wants her kiss.

Armando wants to tell Aurora how he feels...

but he can't.

I couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye.

Goodbye, Armando.

It's the most terrible thing.

Two people who can't admit they're in love.

All ready?

Yes.

Armando.

Kendall.

Armando, you have to get out of here.

Johnny and his men are on their way.

Who told them where I was?

It doesn't matter.

They're going to kill you!

Let them come.

My life is over anyway.

Nonsense.

You have Paulina now.

Armando doesn't want me.

He loves you. Don't you know that?

Is that true, Armando?

Well, this doesn't change a thing, Aurora.

You still have a magazine to publish,

deadlines to meet.

We have to leave.

I can't, Kendall.

Please, try and understand.

It's not just because I love Armando,

it's because he's made me see things through his eyes.

These people need our help.

Remember, I'm one of them.

But...

Not another word, Kendall.

I know it was you who betrayed us.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't lose you.

That's a surprise.

Rule number one,

never trust a closeted queen.

- Aurora has nothing

but bad options now.

Go to Clemencia. She will protect you.

No. No. Not the jungle.

Take my car.

Let's go. Come on.

Please, Armando.

We have to stop.

She's drawing us into her web.

Listen to me! She will kill you!

Aurora and Armando are being followed,

but not by Desiderio.

What's the matter?

Hey.

Don't do that.

I'm so tired, Valentín.

I'm tired of suffering.

It hurts inside.

Where?

In my chest,

and in my throat.

Here?

Yeah.

What a relief.

What?

To care about someone again.

Could I...

Could I touch you too?

Yes.

Lie down.

Come on.

Get closer to the wall.

Okay.

Your skin...

- ...it's so soft.

- Do you like it? - Yeah.

Yes.

You awake?

Yeah.

A strange thing happened to me last night.

You could say that.

When you were with me...

it was like I wasn't me anymore.

I felt like I was you.

But later, when you went back to your bed,

I wasn't you either.

And I still wasn't me.

I was somebody else.

Not a man or a woman.

I was nothing...

and everything.

It felt like being...

Out of danger.

Exactly.

How did you know?

I felt it too.

Marcuse writes about this.

Gender as a social construct.

Oh, please, Valentín, no theories today.

Some things are too interesting to put into words.

You're right, you're right.

I'm sorry.

Besides,

I feel good and I don't want to spoil it.

You know the nicest thing about being happy?

You think you'll never be unhappy again.

Molina.

Your parole is approved, on my recommendation.

All I have to do is sign it.

What should I do, Molina?

Thank you.

My mother will be so happy.

You're leaving this afternoon.

Three o'clock.

Today?

But there's still a chance that he could talk.

Can you believe this faggot?

He likes prison so much he wants to stay.

Get your things ready.

And remember, Molina,

whatever you think you saw here,

nobody cares.

And no more hanky-panky with the boys.

You sure about this?

Sooner or later, he'll lead us to them.

After all,

he's a woman in love.

Don't be sad.

I'm not. I'm happy for you.

Now you can start a new life.

Join a political group.

Get out and march with your gay brothers and sisters.

I'm sorry, Valentín,

it's too late for me to become a revolutionary.

But you survived in a place

that no one is supposed to leave alive.

You can't tell me that didn't change you.

It hurts me to leave you all alone in this cell.

No one around to take care of you.

I'm getting out of here.

I'm not going to die like the professor,

without passing on the information I have.

I'm not.

Valentín.

I want to ask you for a going-away present.

Something we didn't do,

although we got up to much worse.

A kiss.

It's true.

We never did.

Mm.

You want it now?

But... we don't have much time.

And we still have to finish the movie.

Yes.

Come here.

You?

I had to be sure you were safe.

Please, I have waited to find love my entire life.

But now that I have, you ask me to give it up.

If you take Armando, you also kill me.

No!

I love you.

I love you too.

So the curse was broken.

No. It was fulfilled.

Aurora did love Kendall, just in a different way.

That's quite a twist.

Not really.

Homosexuals always die

in Hollywood movies.

Most of the time, they kill themselves.

No. He gave his life for a cause.

Because of his sacrifice,

the village will continue to be protected.

No.

He died for love.

Aurora recognizes the Spider Woman

for who she truly is,

her greatest enemy,

and her greatest friend.

She's death and life.

She saved an entire village

and asked for so little in return.

Just a kiss.

Through her tears, Aurora begins to smile.

There's some kind of happiness for each of us.

Life is good, and that good is love.

A true Hollywood ending.

I told you, it's no Citizen Kane.

Call it kitsch, call it camp, I don't care.

I love it.

When I was with the warden,

I got the feeling that he was afraid.

Yeah.

Things are moving fast.

And if I pass on your information,

would they move faster?

Maybe.

And one day you might be free.

Prisoner 57884, Luis Molina, coming out.

I'll do whatever you tell me.

Time to go, Molina.

Thank you.

So you won't forget me.

There's no danger of that.

I'm gonna miss you, Molinita.

Red's your color.

It always was.

Mama.

Luis?

Uh-hmm.

Am I dreaming?

No, Mama.

- It's me.

I'm home.

Hi.

Revolution...

it's nothing but radicals and fairies.

A bunch of spoiled brats.

Take down the generals?

Forget it. They'll be crushed.

Their blood will be flowing in the streets.

You'll see.

A toast, if I may.

To dear Aunt Chicha,

and to the love and care she's shown her beloved sister.

- To Chicha. - To Chicha.

Call back tomorrow.

Two o'clock.

Gabriel.

- Hello. - Hi.

I can't stay long. It's our busiest time.

Oh. You look well.

How are you?

How's the family?

Fine. Fine.

- Did you get my letters? - Yes.

Oh. I hope they weren't too de trop.

As the French would say, "too much."

No, no.

I enjoyed them very much.

Oh.

Well, you never wrote back.

I've been busy.

With the family, I imagine.

Double shifts at work.

Did you ever think about me?

I should probably get back.

Because I thought about you...

a lot.

How you would give me just enough to keep me interested...

and not an inch more.

I'm sorry, Luis.

I'm just an ordinary man and I don't understand--

Yes, you do.

You understand very well.

You let me adore you and you enjoyed it.

But you never told me,

or thanked me.

Please, don't come here again.

I used to wave to you every day.

Yes?

The professor says hello.

I love you so much, Mama.

If I'm not home by the time you're reading this,

it means I've been arrested.

Only, this time, for something much more serious.

If I do go away,

I know Aunt Chicha will always be there for you.

When I first went to prison, I thought my life was over.

It was just beginning.

I learned about dignity in that most undignified place.

I had always believed nothing could ever change for me.

And it made me feel sorry for myself.

One ticket, please.

But I can't live like that now.

Thank you.

Come on, come on.

- Careful, careful! Stay back.

Hey, come on! Back up.

Would you back up, please?

Go through this-- Hey, Oliver!

- Yeah. - Bring the...

Yeah, that's fine.

Hey! Come on!

We have to go.

- What? - Now!

- Hurry! - Stop!

- Stop! Do you hear me? - Stop, stop!

Stop!

Freeze!

Don't move! Don't shoot him. We need him alive.

Come on! Come on!

- Hurry! - Stop!

- Hurry up!

Come on!

- No!

Go, go, go, go!

Stay back.

Get back. Move back.

Get back.

No!

The New York Times.

We made it, my love.

We made it.

Argentina! Argentina!