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Yay!

Careful guys, this corpse is still breathing.

Try to get me there anyone

Diego Rivera is back in the auditorium. We have a naked woman.

Why is this whore still here?

Tell me.

Tell me, mi amor.

Are you planning to have her after lunch?

Or have you fucked her already?

Lupe, please don't start.

You don't think I don't know what's going on? You must think I'm an idiot.

I can't work like this. Yes, you can.

You're a fool and you're a slut.

That's all you need to paint your picture mural.

Hey! Get out!

Then don't come home.

Don't come home and give me one of your speeches about the artists 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've eaten female flesh before.

Wrapped up in tortillas.

Tastes like the tenderest young pig.

Watch out!

Just keeping you honest, Bansone.

Bansone.

Do I look fat to you?

Frida, we found the most beautiful fabric for my wedding dress today.

Fantastic. It's called a fortune.

Mama? Yes?

Are these right?

They should be, let me see.

These are fine.

If we need a day or two.

Maybe you'll get married too one day.

One can only hope.

Lunch is almost ready.

Go get the artist.

I love this one.

It's beautiful.

I like it too.

They're busy with the wedding.

Christine is so excited about her dress.

Good.

Everyone should be excited when they get married.

I suppose.

If that's what you want.

What do you want?

I don't know.

I just don't think that marriage is for everyone.

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? I can't remember.

So I could help you.

Concentrate, everybody.

Wait, where is Pina?

Adriana, go tell your sister to hurry up.

I always wanted a song.

And Mathilde, everyone, eyes to the camera, and...

Come

on, we need the boss.

We'll take the next one. No, no, no, come, come, come.

Watch out.

I just don't think he's completely apolitical, that's all.

But that's because you read it after you read Marx. You always read things in

the wrong order.

That's 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

of history as a dialectic just predicts Marx, which is not the thing that's

affirming him specifically.

For the ceiling of the Opera House.

I move it.

The right leg has 11 fractures.

And the foot was crushed. Did she ever walk again?

Let's make sure she lives first.

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, Priyucha.

They were at home. How long have I been here?

Three weeks.

Cheers.

I will sell some of my equipment.

Another operation that probably won't work? No.

Maybe this time it will work.

And then how will you make money? I'll paint portraits again.

Admit it, Guillermo.

She'll never walk again.

Go on in, Alex.

She's waiting for you.

Tell the ugly.

They're beautiful.

How do you feel?

Like I've been hit by a bus.

Come on, silly. Come, come. Come hit with me.

Look.

It's my only good angle at the moment.

No, it's not.

I like you this way.

You're easier to keep up with.

Spengler, because you love him.

Schopenhauer, because it's good for you.

Oh, Alex.

You know I adore you.

I've missed you so much.

I told the doctor the handrail had taken my virginity.

I'm sure he will leave you.

When I get out of this cast, I'm 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 they've invited me to come

along.

But that's wonderful.

When would you leave?

Soon.

Next week.

How long will you be gone?

We're going for two months and afterwards I might stay on at the

I will be staying on.

Did I tell you that I'm going to walk again?

Yes.

Do you believe it?

Of course I do.

You'd better.

Because you're going to miss it.

I want you to leave before I finish this butterfly.

How are you feeling?

Oh, my feeling.

I can't even remember what it felt like before the pain.

Isn't it horrible?

Dr. Faril is coming on Monday.

He is bringing a back specialist, Dr. Cervantes.

I feel like some rich girl with a new suitor every week.

All my suitors have turned into doctors.

How come you never ask me about my plans anymore?

You do always say, tell me your plans, Frida.

What are your plans, Frida?

Right now I'm a burden.

But I hope to be a self -sufficient cripple one day.

After that, I don't know.

You are not a burden.

My love.

Here.

We have something for you. We noticed that there was no more room left

on your cast, sir.

Now you look like a gringa movie star.

Mama,

papa, I have a surprise.

I need the ochre.

Is it ready? Almost.

No, I need it now.

Mr. Rivera!

Diego!

Who are you? What do you want?

I have something important to discuss with you.

I'm working.

I'll wait.

I don't have time! to chat with schoolgirls. I'm not a schoolgirl,

Okay, come on up here.

No, you come down.

What?

Look, I didn't come here for fun or to flirt.

I've done some paintings which I want you to look over professionally, and I

need an absolutely straightforward opinion of my work. You were that girl

auditorium.

Yes, I was, but that has nothing to do with now.

I just want your serious opinion.

What do you care about my opinion?

If you're a real painter, you'll paint because you can't live without painting.

You'll paint till you die, okay?

I have to work to earn a living.

So I don't have time to fool around just for vanity.

If I'm not good enough, I have to do something else to help my parents.

Give the best one here.

Go home and paint another one. If this one's any good, I'll come and look at

that one on my day off.

Orozco is a true artist.

He's tremendous.

And cicadas could be great.

If he'd pull his head out of his own ass and look around.

Comrade Rivera.

For a nice surprise.

What if I told you that easel painting like yours is finished?

That it's headed for the trash like other elitist bourgeois pastimes?

I'd say cut the propaganda.

This is very good work.

You have real talent.

Oh, come on.

I'm not looking for your compliments.

I want a serious critique.

But I'm being sincere.

These are very original paintings.

None of the usual tricks.

But that's not specific.

You have to trust a true compliment as much as a critique.

Yeah, well, some people have told me not to trust what you say.

They say if a girl asks your opinion and she's not complete, fried, you'll gush

all over her.

I need you to tell me one thing, honestly.

Do you actually believe that I should continue to paint?

Yes.

You'll like Tina. She's a brilliant photographer.

One of the few with real taste.

You know Alvarez Bravo?

I know his work.

It's good.

I'll introduce you to him. He'll want to photograph you.

With our clothes, of course. Of course.

That's the thing about these radicals. They're a little dangerous, but they

definitely throw the best punches.

Ah, la.

El monstruo. Tina.

Frida Kahlo.

She's a wonderful painter.

She wants to be a wonderful painter.

Don't be shy.

Nobody really thinks their own stuff is good except Diego. He's the only one who

should. Go find Siqueiros.

He's been bad mouthing you again.

You, come with me.

Great job.

Everybody, I...

Someone for you to meet. This is Frida Kahlo.

She came with Diego.

Another pretty girl.

She's quite

a

talent, no?

The Cubans.

Tina took the last photo of him.

She was with him on the street when they gunned him down.

Incredible.

They're like clay in his hands.

It must be that body.

I don't know.

It's the way he looks at you and finds beauty in all your imperfections.

He's resistible.

You'd never think it to look at him, but his head.

Half the women here.

I'm sorry, did you come with him?

Oh, we're just friends.

I'm Frida Kahlo.

I'm a painter.

A painter, no wonder.

I'm Lupin Marin.

I'm his wife.

I was his wife.

Good luck to you.

Badmouth him all you want, Diego.

But while we have been talking about socialism and over drinks and parties

ten years, Tali is making it work. He's achieving it. Achieving what?

His only big idea so far is to throw out all the real thinkers in the world. He

just threw you out. No, not just me.

No, not just you.

Mr. Droski, the man who plays the martyr, will intrude.

He was rejected by his own country.

Good riddance. He had to run for his life. Stalin would have had him shot.

That's his version of socialism.

Kill anyone who disagrees with you.

Some people have to get shot in a revolution.

I prefer evolution.

Educate the poor.

Mobilize the workers.

Rise like a slow tide.

For you, you'll have your revolution and kill half the poor to save them.

This from a communist who is getting rich.

Painted for the government.

I can't help it if the rich have good taste.

The rich don't have good taste.

They pay someone to have good taste for them.

And they don't hire you because you're good.

They hire you because you have 80 % of guilt.

They use you, dear one.

And you are too vain to see it.

Whoever takes the biggest swig can dance with me.

Bravo.

I'd rather have an intelligent enemy than a stupid friend.

Shall we?

foreign

And more women.

So next time I'll make sure that happens, okay?

Miss Caro?

You're going to have to hold me up.

That Torres is a good man, but he's got to be much more careful.

What is this?

Your studio?

Well, the benefits of being party leader, you can arrange for the drinking

done close to home.

And now that you are officially a comrade, I believe I can let you see it,

you like.

Hey, listen.

If you think I'm going to sleep with you just because you've taken me under your

wing, you're wrong.

Me?

I was painting murals and womanizing in peace when you came along.

Anyway, sex is like pissing.

People take it much too seriously.

In Russia, oh, my God, in Russia, Everyone was fucking like rabbits.

Well, this isn't Russia.

No, thank Christ.

I have a proposal.

We will not sleep together.

We will solemnly swear, right here, right now, that we will be friends only.

Fine.

Comrades, colleagues, and friends forever.

Did you arrange for that?

Cost me a fortune.

with melones bigger than mine.

You know what I've always loved?

What?

A girl with cojones.

These are good Frida, I love them.

You were probably painting better when you were 12.

It's nonsense.

I could never paint like this.

I'm good, I'm serious.

I paint what I see.

The world outside.

I can see why you're so successful with women.

We'll have to get married, you know.

What?

The thing is, I think it's quite possible that we were born for each

so we should marry.

But you don't believe in marriage?

Of course I do.

I've had two wives already.

Exactly. You can't be true to only one woman.

True, yes.

Faithful.

No.

Unfortunately, I'm physiologically incapable of fidelity.

Oh, really?

Yes, a doctor acquaintance of mine confirmed this.

What convenient diagnosis.

Is fidelity that important to you?

Loyalty is important to me.

Can you be loyal?

To you?

Always.

Good.

Because I love you, Benson.

I accept.

What a beautiful bride you are.

Don't touch me.

Oh, you think I'm going to hit you? But he's divorced twice.

He's had God knows how many children.

And he's a native, Guillermo.

Perhaps you have forgotten this. And forgive me for reminding you, but I am a

German Jew.

And you married me, remember?

Yes.

He's also a communist.

A communist who is generous enough to pay off our mortgage.

Like the marriage of an elephant in a dove.

It's been a long time.

I don't want to talk. I told you I wanted you to come.

I don't want to talk. Please.

Not again.

Christina.

Christina. We're not talking.

We're taking back.

Please.

I don't

believe

in marriage.

Let me be clear about that. I think at worst it's a hostile political act, a

for small -minded men to keep women in the house and out of the way, wrapped up

in the guise of tradition and conservative religious nonsense.

At best, it's a happy delusion. It's two people who truly love each other and

have no idea how truly miserable they're about to make each other.

Bye! But when two people know that and they decide

with eyes wide open to face each other and get married anyway, then I

don't think it's conservative or delusional. I think it's radical and

and very romantic.

To Diego and Frida. Diego and Frida.

Long live the revolution.

Dove. Did I say dog? No, I meant dove.

Your money to Paloma?

What will people say about such a bear?

They'll have never seen a better man.

Thank you.

For what?

For making a fat, old, crazy communist a happy man.

Sit, eat.

Mi amor.

Good, eh?

What a wonderful morning.

Lupe's special recipe.

Well, you've mastered it.

I can't cook to save my life.

She brought it down for us while you were sleeping.

Brought it down?

She's in the apartment upstairs with my kids.

I let her have it until she finds a place in town.

I'm not just backing through, you know. I'm here to stay.

Is that what you came to tell me? I'm here to stay.

So stay out of my damn kitchen.

You like that mole?

So -so.

Well, he lives for it.

So if you're here to stay, you better learn how to make it.

I was so angry. He didn't come home for three days.

I'll be the philanthropist.

So.

I took two of his damn Aztec idols, that he adored, you know, and I smashed

the pieces of clay in the boiling pot of beef stock and told him it was sopa

Azteca. Medea, did he eat it?

He did.

Did he like it?

He loved it.

Of course, until he found out when he got sick, he got furious.

He didn't make me feel any better.

And he definitely didn't stop him from cheating.

But what the hell?

It's all right.

Ay, niña.

Diego has never belonged to anybody.

He belongs only to himself.

And that, of course, is what makes him so desirable.

He's the best of friends and the worst of husbands.

Diego will never be anyone's husband. Not really.

We'll see.

You know it's over when you get the next commission out of town. He'll say he'll

send for you.

Then he never does.

Señora Rivera?

Yes?

What do you think?

It's like gravity.

Oh, come on.

Eat your pozole while it's still hot.

It's not like you to be late for lunch, Diego.

I was at the ministry explaining why a history of the Mexican people is an

appropriate subject for the Mexican National Palace.

Again?

When I work, they scream about my politics. When I don't work, they scream

the delays.

It's a farce.

Hijo de puta!

That model, huh?

Yes.

It was just a fuck, that's all.

I've given more affection in a handshake.

Well, that makes me feel so much better.

Was she good, at least?

Not very.

Too bad.

She had such a great ass.

When you get home, take a good bath.

We're going out tonight.

Oh my God.

you get the fuck out of here, huh?

This is a mark for workers, not for government whores.

Siqueiros is a hero to these fuckers, but what's he actually done? Nothing.

I put socialism on the government walls.

I've got the fascists calling me the most dangerous subversive in the

and I'm the traitor to the party.

Soon we'll have no one left to drink with.

It's not funny.

I'm not kidding.

Tina says they'll kick you out of the party for the palace mural.

They won't have to. I quit.

So you'll quit and keep on working. That's all that matters to you anyway.

I've been offered a show in New York.

A solo exhibition at the New Modern Museum.

It'd be a wonderful entree.

I could get commissions out of it.

I thought you'd be excited.

I don't care that you're a communist pig.

They can afford to.

All the greatest painters are communist pigs.

Wonderful, Diego.

When do you leave?

As soon as you decide to come with me.

Chiquito! We'll take Lingolandia by storm.

Dear Chiquito, the invasion of Lingolandia has begun.

They are never going to know what hit them.

New York has Diego on fire.

What's your impression of New York, Mr. Rivera?

Magnificent. There is no reason why any artist born in our two continents should

go to Europe for inspiration.

It is all here. The might, the power, the energy, the sadness, the

glory and youthfulness of our American lives.

I see the majesty that Diego sees.

But all that American comfort is a myth.

While the rich drink their coctelitos, thousands are starving.

Diego is working almost constantly to prepare for his show.

So I have to find ways to entertain myself.

Breaking all records, over 50 ,000 people have lined up outside New York's

Museum of Modern Art to see the paintings of Mexico's greatest artist,

Rivera, the most talked -about man this side of the Rio Grande.

Señor Diego Rivera!

The Gringos are friendly enough, but the most important thing in Gringolandia is

to have ambition.

to succeed in becoming somebody.

And the somebodies are the only ones that interest them.

I despise this pretension. Being una gran caca interests me not at all. Of

course, Diego loves it.

She's like a big Mexican piñata with enough candy for everyone.

Everything about this country inspires you.

I would say this, that you were better than your husband.

You weren't upset about that, were you?

I mean, he said you ruined me.

Oh, he did, did he?

Well, you weren't the first, and you won't be the last.

What do you put up with it?

Look, Diego is how he is.

And that's how I love him.

I cannot love him for what he's not.

Anyway, I swear to God, I get along with Joe.

Congratulations. It's a lot of wall. It always is.

Please, I have to go back to work. I'm sorry.

Are you a painter too, Mrs. Rivera?

No.

Just killing time.

She's much better than me.

You'll see.

What did the doctor say?

He might be able to improve the pain, but the bones would have to be reset,

blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. The usual speech, you know it by heart.

Can your body take it?

If it can take you, it can take a little, Diego. No, no, no, Frida.

He's not very optimistic.

This is not... I'm bad to think of you in pain.

I'm used to pain.

This is not... I'm not a good example of... Not

a good time.

There's the Rockefeller Commission, Detroit, Chicago, all that traveling.

No, it's too much.

You really want this baby, Frida?

I do.

All right.

All right. All right, let's try.

He's reciting the Communist Manifesto.

I want to see her.

You should go home and try and get some rest.

Frida!

You should be in bed, Mrs. Rivera.

Let's make him out in pieces. Come, Juanita, let's go back to bed.

I've never fought properly. We can try again, but you must rest.

He's my son.

I want to see him!

What did you do with him?

I want to see my son!

What did you do?

I'll take care of it.

I promise.

What the hell is this?

Breakfast. You trying to kill me?

I need fuel to work.

Listen, Pantone.

If you get any fatter, it's going to be you in the hospital next time.

I don't believe in God, but I still thank him every day that he kept you

for me.

Really?

I tell him he's got a lot of explaining to do.

From now on, I'm going to get Abby Rockefeller to bring my breakfast over

21.

With that...

He's a parting gift.

I should have been there for you.

You know.

She'll throw a fit if I let her damn plants die.

We fought so much.

Sometimes I... Sometimes I would regret that I ever married her.

I would think how I hated her.

We do enough damage to one another. You begin to think that way.

But then she gets sick and I tamp her garden.

Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen.

Amen.

You'd seen my work.

You knew my politics when you hired me. Yes. I showed you the sketches. I

discussed them with you and your father.

Yes. So what the hell were you expecting from me? A line of dancing girls?

No, but nor was I expecting a portrait of Lenin.

Now, let's be honest. In the sketches that you showed me originally, it wasn't

just some anonymous worker. He transformed himself into Lenin of his

No, you transformed him into Lenin because they took shots of this in the

Do you really think that my family is influenced by newspaper hack?

I would have defended you.

I will defend you against any attack, because the work is thrilling, as

But a portrait of Vladimir Lenin will offend many people, in particular my

father.

See, you're putting me in an impossible position.

So I'm asking you to please change this one detail.

It's against my principles.

Yes, well, you've adjusted your principles to come to our party and eat

table. So I hope you will reconsider.

You've got quite a crowd out there.

Half of them think you're the devil.

Half of them think you're a hero.

Tell me honestly what you think.

If you lie down with dogs, you should expect leave. No, seriously.

This is really frightening me.

Why? Because I'm actually wondering if he's right.

Perhaps I am being foolish.

Risking too much.

Diego, you can't lose.

Forget about artistic integrity. You've done better ones than this, and you'll

do more.

But whatever happens, you have aroused people.

You've made them get passionate about their ideals.

There's not another painter in the world who can say that.

He could walk in here tomorrow and tear it down.

You'd still have one.

Maybe.

He doesn't have the balls.

Senor Rivera.

I must ask you one last time to reconsider your position.

I will not compromise my vision.

In that case, this is your fee, paid in full, as agreed, but your services

are no longer required.

It's my painting.

On my wall.

It's the people's wall, you bastards!

Diego, let's go home. Frida, we have to fight these bastards.

They tore down the wall, but the painting is up here.

I'll do it again, and I'll use his money. What money?

We don't even have enough to get to Chicago.

We're not going to Chicago.

They canceled the commission.

It's time to go home. What?

With my tail between my legs.

We don't belong here. I am tired of these people, and I am tired of who you

around.

Frida! Hmm? You want the contract? Do not!

I'm working.

I can see that.

I brought you some lunch.

The doctor says you should eat more for once.

Prince of darkness.

You're the best art critic there is.

Only you see what shit this country has made of me.

Diego.

You need help.

Because we are two different people. But our love makes us into one.

That's why we have the bridge.

So you mean the bridge is your love?

Yeah. That's a good way to put it.

In ways it's just more bridge.

He's not working. He's sick.

He's depressed.

He says the people in this country are like mules. They're so stupid.

And he blames it all on me for making him come back. That's ridiculous.

Still, you are lucky to have him.

I feel so desperate every day.

Sometimes I even think of going back.

Well, you're not.

What about a job?

You could help me out organizing Diego's studio.

Where do we start? Don't touch anything.

Diego.

There's some place.

I'm a B.

Yes.

I'm an idiot, but it meant nothing, Frida. Nothing.

Frida, talk to me.

There have been two big accidents in my life, Diego.

The trolley and you.

You are by far the word.

Tengo miedo de buscarte y de encontrarte

¿Dónde me aseguran

mis amigos que te vas?

Three flights up there. I can't afford any furniture.

And it's cold at night.

But at least I know who's fucking who in my own house.

Diego's not giving you any money.

I'd rather be poor.

She was my sister.

Not the model.

My own sister.

To hell with him.

To hell with him.

Find some work.

Pay your own bill for a while.

I'll sell some paintings.

Not enough to cover your bar meal.

No, don't get me wrong. I love your paintings.

I'm just not sure you should count on them for a living.

They're tough, you know.

I mean, look at this.

What the hell is this?

It was in the damn papers.

A man stabbed his wife 22 times. And when the judge asked him why he did it,

said... But it was just a few small nips.

Who's that?

The ghost of Frida Kahlo. Oh, I remember her.

How are you?

Lonely.

Only you ghosts come to visit these days.

So, how is your Diego?

I don't know why I called him that.

He was never mine.

Never will be.

But he's fine.

Painting, I guess.

And you? Are you also painting? Yeah.

And I want you to pose for me.

You don't even have to leave the house.

I want to leave the house.

All right, then.

We'll go somewhere different every day.

That sounds good.

You've painted everyone else in the family.

Yes.

A long time ago.

Remind me what I wanted then.

You wanted to be your own person.

Frida?

She never liked you, you know.

She told me you would only bring me troubles.

There is something I must discuss with you.

A favor I need to ask of you.

You've got a lot of nerve to come here asking me to do you favors.

No, it's not for me. It's Trotsky.

The Norwegians have expelled him. No other country will take him. And Stalin

wants him dead.

I have appealed to President Cardenas myself.

They have granted him asylum here in Mexico.

I want you to welcome him with me.

Let him live in your father's house.

I know it's a lot to ask, but this is a difficult transition for them.

And you, Frida, you bring life and warmth to any place.

Anyway, Trotsky is a very great man in enormous danger, and we have the

opportunity to help him.

Such commotion. I don't understand such a commotion for a philosopher.

A very great man, Papa. A true revolutionary.

It's an important service we're doing.

If you admire him, I'm going to advise him not to get involved in politics.

Politics are ruinous.

Good advice, Papa. I'm sure he'll agree.

Thank you.

No, it's true. It's true.

I could not believe it. These people are idiots.

They scream about Hitler's aggression and then sing Stalin's praises. Aren't

they the same creature?

Yes, but not exactly.

Of course they are both monsters, but Hitler, at least, he's a madman with a

vision. He's insane. Of course he is insane, but he has the ability to

the people's minds, whereas Stalin, he's...

He is so dull.

There is the brutality.

But when you get right down to it, Stalin is nothing but a bureaucrat, and

is what is smothering our revolution.

There are other things, but only in that the insanity of power has overruled

them. And between them, they will consume the continent.

Madness. Yes, but a challenge.

Look at that.

Mexican, Russian, French, in this wonderful new planet, River.

I tell you this, my friend.

In the experience of my lifetime, the failure and the pain have certainly

outstripped the triumph.

But this has not only not destroyed my faith, my faith in a region, in truth,

human solidarity, but on the contrary, it has made it...

Indestructible. I feel the hope of the world in you.

And from my heart, I thank you.

Imagine living your life like that, with a price on your head,

and staying so calm.

Stop it, Andre. I hate flattery. I don't care. It is wonderful, wonderful work.

You've seen all this, I take it. Of course, I tell her all the time.

Julian Levy took a couple of her paintings to New York and sold both of

And she sold another four to that actor. The gangster.

Edward G. Robinson. For $200 apiece.

He was robbed. We haven't been able to fool anyone else.

My little paintings can't mean anything to anyone but me. Stop!

Get down!

I give you five seconds to get out of here.

One, two...

It's all right. It's all right.

Sorry about that.

It's my mother's sister.

What do you mean?

They were living icons and sprinkling holy water. They think this house is

cursed and that you are the Antichrist

But seriously, you could be part of the Mexican exhibition in Paris.

What I really want is to show my own country.

Which they will give you once you become famous somewhere else.

You think things should be.

So, who is coming up with me? It's harder than you think. Everything is

than we think. I'll go.

Are you sure?

If an old man can do it, why not a cripple?

Asteroid. Horror show.

No, no, no, no.

It's okay.

I don't think assassins are waiting at the top.

I'll raise you.

Rita, how were you hurt?

Oh, I couldn't even tell you anymore.

I've been caught into rebroke and reset so many times.

I'm like a jigsaw puzzle.

And all the operations have done more damage than the accident, for all I

Everything hurts.

But the leg, the leg is the worst.

But I'm all right.

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.

That's what I loved about your paintings.

That they carried that message.

You said that nobody would care about them, but I think you're wrong.

Because your paintings are what everyone feels.

They are alone.

Leon, tell me about your children.

My children?

We knew the girls had been murdered and one of the boys.

We thought the other was still alive in the prison.

But that letter came.

He was executed too. They are all gone.

I have condemned my family.

As I am condemned.

You mustn't say that.

But it's... true.

Stalin has more power than any Tsar.

I am alone with two friends and no resources against the world.

Biggest killing machine.

So what can I do but keep on working?

Living. You cannot imagine what a joy it is for me to be here.

To see all this.

It's the first time I felt like a real person.

Come on out.

In his book, State and the Revolution, Lenin purged from the genuine teaching

Karl Marx all the spurious ingredients introduced by the social democracies.

John, I am taking it up from social democracy.

Frieda.

This is the book I mentioned.

Tell me what you think.

I'll be back in an hour.

No,

no, no. It is better this way.

You will stop disrupting your life.

We are not going far.

around the corner. I wish you would reconsider.

If only for security.

We will be more than safe.

Grazie. Grazie.

Many thanks, my friend.

You're clear, sir.

Natalia.

It makes no sense. It was for his own well -being.

He's not thinking of his well -being.

He's thinking of hers.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about somebody willing to sacrifice a little of their own pleasure

rather than go and hurting the woman who loves him.

Have you lost your mind? Go to hell, Diego.

You know what the consequences of this could be?

He's not scared. Why should you be? Oh, dear God, Frida, of all people, why?

Because we wanted to.

You've broken my heart, Frida.

It hurts, doesn't it?

But why?

It was just a fuck.

Like a handshake. No, I told you who I was when you married me. Yes, you did,

and I married you anyway. And you promised to be loyal.

You've been my comrade, my fellow artist, my best friend.

But you've never been my husband.

Why didn't you tell me

The most pretentious boys in the world.

I'd rather sit on the floor of a market in Toluca selling tortillas than have to

listen to the cradling of the artistic beaches of Paris.

an exotic curiosity here.

All in all, it's been lonely.

And I crave news from home.

Diego, this letter is a lie.

Paris has been good to me.

But without you, it means nothing.

All the rage of our 12 years together passes through me, and I'm left knowing

that I love you more than my own skin.

And though you may not love me as much, You do love me a little, don't you?

If this is not true, I'll always be hopeful that it could be.

I adore you.

There are rumors going around that I wanted Trotsky killed.

We fought lately, it's true, but... They may try to arrest me again.

Talk to the practical.

No.

No, I'm going to California.

California? Yes.

And Frida...

For who?

That American actress?

Jesus, yeah. No, Frida, no.

It will be better this way.

We have both done better as friends.

I haven't. You have.

You're doing very well on your own. I'm proud of you. You don't need... Enough.

If you want to go, just go.

me dicen el negro llorona negro pero

cariño todos me dicen

el negro llorona negro pero

cariño yo soy como el

chile

picante pero sabroso yo

soy como el chile verde llorona

picante pero sabroso

Sí, porque te quiero, quieres, llorona, quieres,

que te quiera más.

Y ya te he dado la vida.

Listen to me. I don't particularly care for Mr. Trotsky, but we can't go around

having political refugees murdered in our country.

Now, can we?

Once more, where is your husband?

I don't have a husband.

I'm so sorry.

It was not your fault.

It was mine.

I should have never put you in a room with him.

What did you do to get me out of here?

Diego. He went crazy when he heard.

He called President Cardenas immediately.

How long has your foot been like this?

Who knows?

Let's take one disaster at a time. Just patch me up so I can paint, please.

These are gangrene.

They'll have to come off.

You're lucky it hasn't spread to your leg.

You've lost weight.

You've lost your toes.

Is that why you're here?

To offer your condolence?

I'm here to see how you are.

How do you feel?

Tired of answering that question.

Otherwise, like shit.

How are you?

I'm here to ask you to marry me.

I don't need rescue in Diego.

I do.

I've lost the toes of one foot.

My back is useless. I have an infection of the kidneys. I smoke, I drink, I

curse.

I can't have children.

I have no money and a stack of hospital bills. Should I keep going?

It's practically a letter of recommendation.

Frida.

Frida.

I miss us.

They say you should never believe a limping dog or the tears of a woman.

Viva la vida que ayer, que ayer

te fue.

Viva la sombra de mis voces.

I want you to burn this Judas of a body.

I don't want to be buried.

I spent enough time lying down.

Burn it.

Frida.

I don't think I'm Frida anymore.

I think all the Frida in me has disappeared.

Look at what's left.

No, Frida.

No, we've been through all this before. I'm going, damn it. Give me back my

fucking leg.

Doctor, please help me.

What's going on here?

I told her she had to stay in bed. She demanded we call you. I'm going to my

exhibition.

Frida. I've waited for a show in my own country my whole life. I'm not going to

miss it.

If the bronchitis gets worse, it will turn into pneumonia.

Frida, under no circumstances are you to leave this bed. I'll bring you back all

the gossip, I promise.

Cristina!

There was this... skinny kid with his eyebrows shouting up at me, Diego, I

to show you my paintings. But of course, she made me come down to look.

I did, and I've never stopped looking.

But I want to speak about Frida not as her husband, but as an artist, an

admirer.

Her work is acid and tender.

Hard as steel.

Fine as a butterfly's wing.

Lovable as a smile.

Cruel as the bitterness of life.

I don't believe that ever before has a woman

put such agonized poetry on canvas. Shut up, Hudson.

Who died?

Where

is

the music?

Please, Dr. Hito, I followed your orders.

I didn't leave my bed.

Please.

If you didn't have this tequila, I promise not to drink at my funeral.

Deal. To Frida!

To Frida!

Hermoso Gripil llevaba lloronas que la virgen se creí

Hermoso Gripil llevaba lloronas que la virgen

se creí

Lay down with me.

25 years together, mi dieguito.

Frida.

Happy silver.

It's not for two more weeks.

17 days.

Burn this house.

Burn it

blue.

So lost without you

But the night sky blooms with fire

And the burning bed flows higher And she's free to fly

the swallow sings come to the fireworks see the dark lady smile

she burns

and the night sky blooms with fire

and the burning bed flows higher and she's free to fly

Black and blue.

So cold in the morning.

So cold without you.

And the night sky blooms with fire.

And the burning bed flows higher.

And you ain't free to fly.

They fade with the dream of you,

rubbed in red velvet, dancing the night away.

Don't