Strawberry and Chocolate (Fresa y chocolate)

Havana, 1979

Couldn't we have gone elsewhere?

The place doesn't matter, Vivian.

It's like we've come here to do something wrong.

We already discussed that.

Yes, but...

bringing me to a cheap motel with holes in the walls!

There are no holes, love.

It's so hot! I'm taking my shirt off.

Take off your blouse.

Turn off the light.

I have to go to the bathroom.

You invite me to the movies but it was really for this!

I love you, Vivian.

And you show your love by bringing me to this place?

All you want is sex, like all men.

I want you, not sex.

I'll prove it to you.

I won't touch you until we're married.

And in a five-star hotel.

Get dressed, we're leaving.

What?

STRAWBERRYAND CHOCOLATE

Vivian! Vivian is coming! My God, she is beautiful.

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After reading articles 24-28...

do you still want to marry?

Yes.

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May I?

I couldn't resist the temptation.

I love strawberry!

It's the one good thing made in Cuba.

Soon they'll export it, and for us, water and sugar.

Today is my lucky day!

I'm finding wonderful things.

Fly on the wings of imagination.

It's the only way we can.

I've got le Cahier du Cinéma.

Interested in Vargas Llosa?

He signed this for me but I have another copy at home.

I've also got the works of Severo Sarduy and Gaytisolo.

Shall we go get them?

I don't visit strangers.

Don't pass this up, honey.

Where else would you find these books?

Got it!

You only read books authorized by the Youth League!

Cover them, friend...

Be imaginative!

I don't have to. I'll read what I please...

and I don't feel like talking.

I know you.

I've seen you many times leaving the University.

It wasn't me.

Of course it was you!

It wasn't!

Excuse me!

Comrade Torvald.

I just wanted to lend you some books...

and give you a photo of you from "A Doll's House."

Pictures of me?

Nora and Torvald... You were wonderful.

- And those pictures? - From the play.

I'm a photographer; I have many.

Everyone who sees them goes crazy.

So give them to me!

If you want them, they're yours.

Where are they?

In my apartment.

I live close by.

With my parents, nephews and aunts, who never go out.

Okay, let's go, but I want them all!

Let me finish my ice cream.

Ready!

Hold these.

- You'll pay for both? - Yes. Keep the change.

Come, sweetie, you can't leave without your photos.

Get out, sweetie! We are packed like sardines back here.

What now?

One thing... Don't get the wrong idea.

What do you mean, baby?

They say you want me dead

For harming your reputation

Who is she?

The Neighborhood Vigilance.

- So what? - I don't like her.

Welcome to my hideaway.

Not everybody is welcome here.

Come right in.

Don't be afraid.

These sculptures...

are great.

Made by a young artist, Germán. He is very talented.

We're having a show...

that will be a success...

although we still need a few things...

that I'm getting from a friend at an embassy.

Where is everybody?

Mom!

Dad! Aunt Chucha!

Twins!

They must be out lining up for food.

Suit yourself.

That way we'll make it easier for the neighbors.

I'll make tea to relax us.

No! I don't drink tea. Give me the photos.

The photos?

Yes, but I have to find them...

Last time I saw them...

I think they're in this box!

You check while I make some tea.

I can't be rude to such an important guest.

Make yourself at home. Sit in this armchair.

It's special.

Rocco, you're dripping again!

Dummy!

Rocco, I'm getting tired of this!

You didn't find them?

Don't worry, we'll look for them in that other box.

Do you take lemon?

No tea. I don't have a stomachache.

Forget it and get my photos. I must be somewhere at 5:00.

Then I'll give you coffee!

Civilized people drink tea, but not us.

We prefer coffee.

All us blacks drink coffee

Make yourself at home, friend. Sit in the armchair; it's special.

When I read John Donne or Cavafis, I sit there.

Wonderful poets. Heard of them?

How can a country move forward...

if its youth don't know John Donne or Cavafis! Here...

I'm always leading them to young people.

You can be next.

I'll put on some music so the neighbors can't hear us.

I learned it from the Vigilance woman who got it from Security.

Let them listen.

God, what a voice!

Why can't this island produce a voice like that?

We need another voice so badly!

We've had enough of Maria Remolá!

Come out, neighbors.!

Onions have finally arrived to the market

Onions have arrived?

No.

I'm sorry! I thought Dieguito was alone...

since the door was open.

Who was it?

The Vigilance woman.

What did I tell you...

Those aren't yours.

Well, give me mine.

First, the coffee.

Sit down, kid. Don't worry, I won't bite.

I'm sorry! My God! Did I burn you?

I'm so embarrassed! How could that happen?

Let me see.

Hurry, take off your shirt. It'll come out.

- Get me a wet cloth. - No, take off your shirt!

How embarrassing! It was so quick that...

- Give me something to put on. - Sure.

Take this.

Why did this happen to me?

My brand-new shirt!

Look, not a trace of a stain.

I'm sorry.

I know... I'll make it up to you.

Try this tea.

It's from India.

Dostoyevski's characters drank tea...

and the English, of course.

At 5:00, all of England...

sits down to tea. What time is it?

5:00. See, I told you I had to be somewhere.

This is magic!

Try it and tell me.

So?

It needs more sugar.

That would be criminal. Try it again.

It's all right. I'll drink it.

But please, give me the photos.

The photos...

I can't find anything here.

I'll look for them, and give them to you some other day.

Some other day? No way.

A promise is a promise.

Isn't it wonderful?

People out there pushing each other on buses...

everyone shouting, and you and I here...

listening to Maria Callas...

and drinking Indian tea from French china...

that belonged to the Laynaz del Castillos.

Well, look, I don't have time to sit here talking nonsense.

Forget the photos, get my shirt. I'm leaving.

You're right.