Muse

"Through me you pass into the city of woe.

"Through me you pass into eternal pain.

"Through me among the people lost for aye.

"Justice the founder of my fabric moved

"To rear me was the task of Power divine,

"Supreme Wisdom, and primeval Love.

"Before me things create were none,

"save things Eternal

"and eternal I endure.

"Abandon all hope all ye

"who enter here."

And now you've listened to that powerful reading,

can anyone tell me why Dante's Inferno

is still so important today?

Am I to abandon all hope?

Lawrence.

Because he imagined hell.

Yeah.

Yeah, because he imagined hell.

He shared with us a version of

man's experience and relationship to existence

to his sins, to his own mortality.

I mean, you all come here, ladies and gentlemen

to get lost in the classics and be inspired by the great masters

but also to begin and to

try to make sense of your own

descent into hell.

So, instead of the usual critical analysis of Dante's Inferno,

I would like you to provide me with an

alternative poetic proposal

to Dante's Hell.

Your own.

Your struggles, your fears, your sins

whatever they may be.

Oh, and uh...

I want it by Monday.

Yeah, good weekend.

All right.

Thanks.

-Did you enjoy it? -Yes.

Oh, really?

Oh, hello, Susan. Thanks.

Aren't you the hippest professor of them all?

Darling, I would never dare take that title away from you.

Well, I didn't just publish a book. That obviously helped.

Don't worry, by this time next week, they would have forgotten all about it.

There's a rectoral dinner at my place tonight.

Select professors only. Please come.

Ah, I'm afraid I can't tonight. I have plans.

-Plans? -Mm-hmm.

I imagine they're not staying at home correcting exams.

Not exactly.

-Have a good weekend. -You too.

Do you mind giving me a lift, Professor?

-Are you sleeping? -Mmm.

Why do you smell so good?

I'd like to stay like this

forever.

Not move, just stay here.

I don't think my publisher would be too happy about that.

He has other writers, he'll get over it.

You'll have to give up going to university.

-Mm, I wouldn't mind. -You wouldn't mind?

No.

We'll never be able to make love again.

If it's only for that, we'll move.

How long have we been together?

I don't know, um, almost a year?

Thirteen months.

-Thirteen months? -Mmm.

And no one knows.

So?

Do you love me, Samuel?

What sort of question is that?

-Don't laugh, I'm being serious. -Well...

I mean it.

If you loved me, you wouldn't be hiding from everyone all the time.

No.

But then the entire university would be gossiping about us.

Is that what you want?

Just, I don't want this ever to end.

Neither do I.

Then promise me.

You'll love me forever.

Okay.

Say it.

I promise.

Not like that, say it.

I promise.

I will love you forever.

Bye.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

You hungry?

You still love me, don't you?

Sorry, you know...

Baby, um

we've run out of cat food, so I'm gonna have to pop out.

What do you say, I pick up some takeaway on my way back?

No, no.

Oh, my God, what have you done?

Beatriz? Beatriz, come on!

Hold on, hold on, hold on!

Hold on!

What have you done? Shit!

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

Baby, come on.

No!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

No!

Here you go.

Empty.

I know, but this is the reference, that's what I'm saying.

I missed it, perhaps, ma'am.

You think you can manage?

Yeah, sure, I'll catch you later.

Hey.

Here I was thinking I would never see you around here again.

Well, I'm sure there are some people...

who'd be delighted if that were the case.

I don't think that's true.

How are you?

Does that offer for dinner still stand?

Of course.

It sounds creepy.

How long have you been having them?

Every night

for the past... three weeks.

Are you seeing anyone to help you with this?

First, I had a

a grief counselor but I decided that wasn't really for me.

I'm sure it has occurred to you that

these dreams might have something to do with

what happened.

The woman in my dreams looks nothing like Beatriz.

No, what I mean is like, y... your head is trying to get rid of

the pain that's inside you, like, you know, therapy.

It's got nothing to do with that, okay?

Have you written anything?

I've got nothing to say.

Pfff.

Write about your dream.

Oh, sure. I'll become a horror writer.

What's wrong about that? Horror writers are sexy.

Come on.

Poets are starving, boring.

Oh, on that note,

I got that for your birthday and then you disappeared, so...

better late than never.

Happy birthday to you.

Open it.

Now, that's what I call pressure.

Come on, use it for your grocery list.

Or to correct exams.

You are a professor, remember?

And a good one, so.

Why don't you stop biting your nails?

Fuck you.

You miss me already?

Are you at home? Samuel?

Yeah, just got back.

Switch on the TV.

The local news channel. Quick.

-Why? - Just do it.

- Do it! -Okay, okay.

Do you have it?

Murder has shaken the quiet

-Yeah. - sleepy suburb of Ballsbridge.

A Garda spokesman has said

that the badly beaten corpse was found on the second story

surrounded by what appears to be a makeshift white circle on the floor.

Gardaí believe the event has all the hallmarks of a ritual-type killing.

Samuel?

-Further forensic investigation -Samuel?

to establish the exact course of events is currently underway.

She was killed a couple of days ago.

And apparently a cleaning lady found her

when she arrived in the morning.

Okay.

She was an Italian lady and her name, uh...

her name is Lidia Garetti

and this is the woman I saw in my dreams.

This is her. I am positive.

Samuel, do you realize how incredible this is?

Yes.

You dreamt about something that was going to happen before it did.

Before it did.

That's called a premonitory dream.

But why me? Why?

-I... I don't even know this woman. -I don't know.

There has to be an explanation. We'll figure it out.

No, we will not.

This is not one of your esoteric adventures.

This woman is dead. This is real.

And I saw how it happened.

Really? What are you gonna do?

Who are you going to talk to... the police?

What are you going to say? "Hi, inspector, um...