Dark Desire (Oscuro deseo)

Alma, this is Ale, my girlfriend.

- Nice to meet you, Ale. - A pleasure.

Edith, look. I don't know if this is the right time, but I owe you an apology.

Don't worry.

We're leaving.

Enjoy your anniversary party.

- Thank you very much. - Thanks for coming.

Enjoy!

- Nice to meet you. - You too!

Thank you!

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Relax.

Let's forget it, okay?

It's just that what happened in your office the other day...

And then I found that invoice among your things...

What?

You've been going through my stuff?

Well, I was going crazy.

- I thought you were cheating on me. - Alma.

Let's forget that.

Okay?

What's with Mom?

- What do you mean? - Look at her.

She looks like a marshmallow pop.

How's that?

She looks happy on the outside,

but with a stick shoved up the inside.

You didn't know that one.

It must be because of Brenda.

It wasn't so long ago.

Yes.

HOW'S THE ANNIVERSARY PARTY?

Who's that?

A secret admirer.

Are you texting with a guy you don't know?

No.

- Bug. - Of course not! It's...

a friend from college.

Can I see?

Of course not.

THIS IS LAME. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

FOLLOWING YOUR TRAIL, YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL

WHERE ARE YOU?

I HAVE EYES EVERYWHERE

I didn't want this to happen.

I didn't plan this either.

I didn't want to fall in love with you.

So...

Are you going to talk to Leonardo tonight?

I don't know.

I need time, don't pressure me.

Time to keep screwing that mechanic?

Esteban, get off my back. I'm about to throw myself off the terrace.

Now you're feeling guilty.

ARE YOU IN THE HOTEL?

WHICH HOTEL?

I DREAMED ABOUT YOU LAST NIGHT

OH, YEAH?

WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE IN YOUR DREAMS?

WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE IN YOUR DREAMS?

SIMILAR TO ME, A BEETLE, A BUG

LIKE KAFKA'S STORY HAVE YOU READ IT?

I thought Leonardo was cheating on me.

The situation was totally different.

Sure, and in that scenario, your infidelity is completely justified, right?

Doesn't it make you feel...?

What's wrong? Why are you like this?

You say one thing and do another.

How am I supposed to believe you?

What's going on?

We're talking about Brenda.

No, brother. Alma, please, this is not the time.

Why don't you help me wrap up the party?

I should spend some time alone with my wife.

It'll be my pleasure.

Of course.

There's nothing more important to me than your happiness.

Thank you.

Ready?

How are you?

- Good. - Yeah?

Everything looks so beautiful.

- Did you like it? - Yes.

I HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE PARTY

I HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE PARTY

TELL ME MORE. ARE THEY HAPPY? DO THEY LOVE EACH OTHER?

THE USUAL

DO THEY STILL FUCK?

Bug.

What are you doing here?

Nothing. It was so noisy upstairs.

I don't know, I was annoyed.

Let's go, the party is over.

And my parents?

They want to be left alone to celebrate.

How romantic.

- Come on, I'll take you home. - Okay.

- Bug, stop with the phone and let's go. - Coming.

What's up? You were in such a hurry.

What's up with you?

I took the cake.

You sure did, bug.

The only good thing at the party was the cake.

- Want more coffee? - Please.

Hey, Bug.

You're 18 years old, therefore, you know

everything about life and love...

Save me the speech, it's boring.

Do you know that a favorite method of people involved in white slavery

is to meet girls through social media and chats?

Relax. Now it turns out that my friend is a kidnapper.

Friend?

Come here.

Didn't you say he's a secret admirer?

Look, Zoe, you're not a dumb kid.

I want you to understand that those guys are...

Yes, I know.

I also read the news.

I'm serious, Bug.

I don't want anything bad happening to you.

I don't like it when you're texting with strangers.

You know how much I care about you.

Yes, the daughter you never had.

Sometimes, I feel that you love me more than my dad.

Can I see?

No!

Nosy bug.

- Please. - No!

I think we should talk.

No.

I just want to make love to you.

Like before.

When talking wasn't important.

I want to go back to that time.

When we stayed in for days.

Seventy-two hours of our love marathon.

Remember?

Leonardo...

All this time, I thought you were with Edith...

Things happened to me, you know?

Do you really want to do this?

There are things you need to know about me.

I don't want to know anything.

Please, listen to me.

No, you listen to me.

Nothing you can say...

will ruin this moment.

Forgive me.

No.

You forgive me.

I'm sorry for leaving you alone.

For the long abandonment.

Forgive me.

Good evening, sir.

Do you need anything?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.

I left my key inside the room.

What is your name?

Solares.

Leonardo Solares.

One moment, please.

Front desk?

It's all good, Mr. Solares.

LESLIE DELGADO'S MURDERER COMMITS SUICIDE IN CUERNAVACA'S PRISON

Guerra Valladares, Antonio.

"But love..."

That word...

in a city where love goes by the name

of every street...

every house...

every floor...

of each room...

in every bed...

"and every dream."

What's that?

It's from the agency, this was just brought in.

What is it, my love?

Didn't you like the poem?

No, it's not that.

You've never read a poem to me in twenty years.

You surprised me, that's all.

If I knew you liked poetry...

Federal public office.

Vallejo.

I made a terrible mistake by asking you to close Brenda's case.

I'm on my way.

No, that's why I'm thinking about taking a sabbatical.

Take a year off?

Leonardo, you're crazy, of course not. I know you well.

You wouldn't last more than a month without working.

Well, I'd like to try, honey.

I want to spend more time together and travel.

We could take Zoe. How about we do that trip to Cappadocia?

I would've liked to make that trip with Brenda.

Anyway... I'm getting some fruit, you want some?

Yes, sure.

- The usual, please. - Yes.

Careful.

- Magistrate. - How are you?