Dark Desire (Oscuro deseo)

It's true.

I'm nervous.

Very, very dreadfully nervous.

I have been and I am.

But... why would you say that I'm crazy?

The disease sharpened my senses.

It didn't destroy or dull them.

Above all...

my sense of hearing became acute.

I heard everything in Heaven and on Earth.

I heard many things in hell.

How then,

could I be crazy?

Harken! And observe how sanely,

how calmly...

I can tell you the whole story.

I feel like this is all getting out of control.

Darío, Leonardo, me, everything.

He can't be a killer.

What if he is?

What if Esteban is right?

What if I caused Brenda's murder?

I don't understand.

Calm down, Alma.

Put your thoughts in order.

This is all my fault.

I shouldn't have listened to Esteban and let him meet Darío in that motel.

What are you talking about? What motel?

I feel like my head is going to explode.

I shouldn't have played this game.

I don't know what's true, what's a lie, or who's the villain of the movie.

If anything happens to him?

To whom? Darío or your brother-in-law?

What if Darío is not a killer?

What if Darío didn't hurt Brenda?

- What if the story repeats itself? - Let's see.

Alma, calm down for a second because I'm not following you.

Let me try and sort out everything you have told me, okay?

From what I can see,

there are two choices at the moment, right?

The first one: Your brother-in-law is a police officer, after all.

And he sees crimes everywhere.

Maybe he's transferring his persecution complex onto you.

And you're creating this crime story in your head.

But maybe the answer is simpler than that.

And the second?

The second one is: Instead of talking to me about this,

you should talk to the police.

DONE

Alma?

No, honey. I'm not in the mood.

Forgive me, I was really tense.

I understand.

Alma?

Leo.

Alma, are you okay?

Yes.

Yes, just a minute.

I'll see you back in there.

Do you want me to see him at a cheap motel?

What are you doing?

You want to fix this, yes or no?

I just want him away from me and to leave me alone.

After this, he won't bother you or Leonardo again.

Esteban, don't do anything crazy.

Please.

Trust me.

He's not answering.

I called him to tell him the good news, but...

What?

What are you talking about?

Darío Guerra, your wife's student.

You asked me to call him and tell him he was hired.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course. What did he say?

Did you not hear me, Leonardo?

I called him several times, he didn't answer.

His cellphone is off or out of the service area.

I understand. Okay, try again tomorrow.

Let's call it a day, okay?

Come on.

Edith.

I actually want to ask you something.

How can you tell if a woman is cheating on you?

Oh, no, Leonardo. Again with that?

Yes.

Are you okay?

What did the message say?

I'm out of time. I have to go.

Alma, what are you going to do?

Try to calm down, please.

I don't know. I don't want you...

- to... - What?

Get in a tub and cut my wrists? No, I won't.

No, I wasn't thinking about that.

But now that you mention it...

I have to ask.

Have you ever thought about it?

- The 50 minutes are up. - Yes, I know. Please...

Consider talking to the police.

Maybe that's the only answer.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Lately, when Alma and I make love...

I sense she feels guilty, nervous, you know.

What's more...

it's like I can hear her heart beating fast.

Like she's hiding something and...

At some point, she'll have to confess.

Like in the Tell-Tale Heart.

- What? - The Edgar Allan Poe story.

- Have you read it? - No.

I don't get what that's got to do with what I'm telling you.

Well, you reminded me of it.

It's about a man who kills an old man.

And hides his body under the planks of the floor.

The police can't find a trace of the crime.

But the killer gives himself away because he can't stand

listening to the victim's heart beating.

But the killer was imagining the heartbeats.

Tormenting him, driving him mad.

Well, I never liked linguistic metaphors.

What I want to ask you is...

Do you think Alma is cheating on me?

I think you're making up stories that don't exist.

In any case, if...

Alma's heart beats so loud when you're making love to her

it's because she adores you.

It weighs less than a pound.

It's slightly larger than a fist.

It beats more than a thousand times per day,

pumping more than 1,32 gallons per minute

for an average of 70 years.

It's the human heart.

It's a hollow muscular organ

that works as a suction pump

and propellant that pushes the blood through the veins

and distributes it to the entire body.

It weighs between 0,55 to 0,66 pounds in women.

I think you're a very nice girl.

Would you like to go for coffee?

Or maybe you could invite me to go to the movies.

I have your number, remember?

I'll call you.

ANIMUS...

Zoe.

Leonardo.

ALMA CALLING

after the beep.

Esteban, answer me.

Don't leave me like this. I need to talk to you.

No, don't call me.

I don't want Leonardo to suspect, I'll call you later.

Zoe?

Did you think you'd get away with it, asshole?

- That it would be easy? - No.

No...

No!

Don't mess with Alma again.

No.

Lucinda. Lucinda, what's wrong?

Lucinda. Lucinda, what's wrong?

- Are you okay? - My son Darío.

- Do you want me to call him? - He's dead.

He is...

You don't have a fever.

- I'm sure it was just a nightmare. - No, I saw him.

He was dead.

Let's do something to calm you down, okay?

Darío, my son, please forgive me.

I'll call Darío so you can talk to him.

Calm down.

What's with that?

EXTRAORDINARY TALES

What the fuck? Since when do you read Poe?

Sometimes we do things...

that we haven't done before.

Did I miss something or...?

What's with you?

It's nothing. Right, Leonardo?

"Villains."

Dissemble no more. I admit the deed!