:49:04
You stupid girl.
:49:15
Are you crazy?
I forbid it!
:49:17
Stop it, Diego!
You can't force me to stay!
:49:19
- Oh, yes, I can!
- Give it to me!
:49:21
No, Frida!
:49:22
No, we've been through
all this before!
:49:25
I'm going, damn it!
Give me back my fucking leg!
:49:27
Doctor, please help me.
:49:29
What's going on here?
:49:31
I told her
she had to stay in bed.
:49:33
She demanded we call you.
:49:35
- I'm going to my exhibition.
- Frida...
:49:37
I've waited for a show in
my own country my whole life.
:49:39
I'm not going to miss it.
:49:46
If the bronchitis gets worse,
it will turn into pneumonia.
:49:49
Frida, under no circumstances
are you to leave this bed.
:49:52
I'll bring you back
all the gossip, I promise.
:50:07
Cristina!
:50:11
There was this skinny kid
with these eyebrows
:50:14
shouting up at me,
:50:15
"Diego, I want to show you
my paintings!"
:50:17
But, of course,
she made me come down to her.
:50:23
I did, and I've
never stopped looking.
:50:28
But I want to speak about Frida
not as her husband,
:50:32
but as an artist.
:50:35
I admire her.
:50:37
Her work is acid and tender...
:50:43
hard as steel...
:50:45
and fine
as a butterfly's wing.
:50:49
Loveable as a smile...
:50:52
cruel as...
:50:55
the bitterness of life.