El filo del miedo

THE EDGE OF FEAR

Is that you, Antonio? I thought you wouldn't make it.

- Good evening, Clara. - How was your trip?

- Fine, but I'm a little tired. - Let's have dinner.

I've prepared one of your favourite meals.

Clara! Who brought this letter?

I don't know. Someone slid it under the door.

My dear children...

My beautiful and distinguished daughter in law...

Tonight I'm toasting to...

the most select court of good-for-nothings

that a father could have ever reunited around his table.

To you, dear Carlos.

He's the first born.

Refined and distinguished because he took after his mom.

He's ruining my business in town. He's an apathetic coward.

Don't worry, Julia. Your husband won't say anything.

He's been putting up with me for years.

He's waiting... waiting for this armchair to be empty.

It isn't worth losing your cool and ruining everything, right, Carlos?

On the other hand, Javier is different.

To you, my son.

Let's admit he's a mediocre student, but...

he has a strange talent for acquiring debts and picking up tarts.

I've never asked for more money than what you give me.

You know I wouldn't give it to you.

Did you hear that? He's got pride. He's a real Urdaz.

But he doesn't mind wasting his vacation courting our gardener's goddaughter.

Of course... we've always been very democratic about that.

My daughter Amelia, for example.

She didn't mind falling in love with a nobody and even having a baby...

outside of marriage!

Father, is all this necessary?

Why? Am I upsetting you? Do you feel guilty?

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

I'm talking about this.

Read it!

Out loud!

"Cesar, you'll die tonight."

An anonymous letter.

Who's the wretch who wrote this?

Who?!

Fine...

Each of you has reasons to wish me dead.

Even you, Marta! You know you're in my will.

Sir!

Any of you could hate me.

But whoever wrote this is a coward!

If you've got the guts...

if you're not afraid of an old man, then show yourself.

Come and face me!

I'm still strong enough to crush a wretch!

I challenge all of you.

Who was it?! Who?!

Go open the door, Amelia.

It's Antonio, the judge.

To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?

Nothing... it has to be a mistake.

A mistake? What mistake?

Maybe it's a misunderstanding, a bad joke.

Well, you came for a reason. What is it?

It's because...

Somebody sent me a letter, about you.

About me? And what does it say?

That you were murdered.

But I see that it's all a mistake. Excuse me...

I'm sure you all were having a lovely evening.

I wouldn't want to... Anyway, good night.

Morons!

You want to scare me, huh?

I'll bury you all!

Julia is tired.

If you don't mind, Dad.

Sure, son. Dad doesn't mind.

Beat it!

Good night.

Are you leaving too?

Are you going to see that girl?

- I want to talk to you. - Father...

I know what you're going to tell me. I don't want to argue with you.

Good night.

An Urdaz... a real Urdaz.

Marta, you're the only one who understands me in this house.

Get me another drink.

What's wrong? -I'm not the one you should be yelling at.

Sometimes I wonder if you have blood in your veins.

The way he treated you, that was awful.

And you didn't even say a word!

When he gets like that we have to tell him he's right.

Sure! I guess he was right too when they took Amelia's son away.

What could I do? Dad didn't let anyone see him.

Carlos... I'm going to be a mother too.

Are you sure?

Great! Great!

Dad will be so happy. A legitimate grandson!

- I wish you were the happy one. - I am happy!

This is the best news you could've given me.

You know what this means?

- My son won't be born here. - Sure, wherever you like.

We'll find the best clinic. I doubt my Dad will be against it.

You don't understand, Carlos.

My son will never live here.

I don't want him to fall into your father's care.

What? Are you crazy?

If we stay, we'll secure our future and his too.

No, Carlos, let's leave. I can't take it anymore.

Let's go somewhere else and save our child.

I don't want your father doing to him what he did to you. I don't!

If you don't come, I'll go by myself. Julia!

Julia, we can't leave now!

You don't even dare to think for yourself.

This is no kind of life, Carlos.

Julia...

I'll fix this... I swear.

Your coffee is going to get cold.

- For me? - Yes.

It's beautiful.

- You know why I'm giving it to you? - No, I don't.

I want you to wear it to mass tomorrow.

- Good evening. - Hey, Javier.

You're just in time to have some coffee with us.

- Hello. - Hello, Elena.

Well, well...

Sit down.

Want some? Elena made them.

- They're very tasty. - Thanks.

Well, I'm going to take a look at the flowers.

It looks like it'll be below freezing tonight...

Bye.

We agreed you wouldn't come back here.

You said that. I didn't agree to anything.

Besides, I think I have the right to come see you.

- As a friend? - As a friend.

- Shall we dance? - No.

As friends. Friends dance too.

But I can't dance.

You'll see... it's very easy.

Now put this hand here.

Like this.

See?

- If your father knew you were here... - He already knows.

What are you doing here this late?

I'm covering these flowers. They're very delicate.

You have to protect them from frost,

- and from weeds. - Ok, ok.

Listen, Sebastian.

I spoke to the housemother about your goddaughter.

She agrees with me about Elena going to the boarding school.

But why? Elena has a home. She's happy.

Elena is an orphan.

She has me.

She went to school. I raised her the best I could.

Yes, you took her in and nobody is trying to take the credit away from you.

Where's Javier?

He's with her, isn't he?

Well... yes.

And you left them alone?

They've known each other since they were kids.

But they're not kids anymore!

Keep her away from Javier.

Yes, Ms. Amelia.

Let me go. I don't want to dance anymore.

- But were doing it so well. - I'm just tired.

- When are you leaving? - School starts on the 8th.

You must be itching to go back. You get bored here, don't you?

I'm having a great time. Specially tonight, Elena.

Sure, but it's different there. There are more ways to have fun.

Here it's always the same.

This time I'll regret having to leave.

After 15 days, you won't even remember to send me a letter.

What if I show you that I love you more than you think?

It's really cold out there.

- Good night, Sebastian. - Good night, son.

Bye.

Elena!

Elena!

Elena!

They said he was with this girl...

Elena! Elena, come here! Slow down! Elena!

What do you want?

To walk with you. You're going home, right?

- What did I do? Did I upset you? - We're through.

You're like every other man. I should've ignored you, you liar!

- Me, a liar? -Don't play innocent. - What did I do?

Mercedes just told me about your girlfriend in town.

They saw you walking with a girl.

Mercedes! Damn it!

- Deny it if you dare. - I do deny it.

Maybe it was a classmate. I don't have a girlfriend!

- Then go walk with them! - Elena, wait!

It doesn't mean anything. I didn't do anything, I swear!

- You don't have to explain. - But I will! I'm not cheating on you.

Sometimes we leave school together, boys and girls, but that's natural.

- Come on! - Leave me alone!

- What's going on? - It's Cesar.

What is it?

Yesterday...

He got a death threat.

What time is it?

It's still early. It's not even midday.