Dark Desire (Oscuro deseo)

DARK DESIRE

Good morning, Mrs. Brenda.

Ma'am.

I'm here.

Ma'am?

I thought you weren't coming.

Come in.

Mrs. Brenda,

can I come in?

Ma'am?

I'm coming in.

What should I call you?

Brenda Two or Professor Solares?

We made love.

At least you should know my name.

Darío Guerra.

From this moment on,

I am Professor Solares and you are Mr. Guerra.

Okay? As simple as that.

And no, we didn't make love.

It was just sex, and it won't happen again.

Not again.

Fuck.

Do you need help?

Professor?

Those clothes don't help you at all.

With all due respect...

I'm completely sure that you need my help.

Lozada with a "Z"!

You did it on purpose, right?

How much did that son of a bitch pay you for misspelling his name?

- It was a search order! How much? - Sir, please.

You can order a new one.

Please, Edith.

By the time it happens, that asshole...

will have eliminated all the evidence.

- Close your eyes. - Oh, please.

Take a deep breath.

Inhale...

Exhale...

This isn't the lecture hall of med school, Bug.

They only gave us 20 minutes, Bug, so...

Make the most of your time. Hey.

Like this.

This woman was killed.

Tell me, what do you see?

Suffocation.

Strangulation?

It could be. What else?

She has skin and blood under her nails.

She fought for her life, right?

It's possible.

Done. You have the murderer's DNA.

You're welcome.

No, Bug, unfortunately it's not that easy.

It's not like they have

the DNA of every Mexican in a database, so...

you'll have to try harder.

- What else do you see? - Okay.

Focus and let the body speak to you.

Get closer.

- Can I touch? - Yes.

What's that?

Come on.

Get closer. Touch it again and get rid of that fear.

I knew you didn't look like a realtor.

Why didn't you tell me?

I wasn't expecting to see you again.

And look what happened.

Life brought us together again.

Even if it is a coincidence or fate, Darío,

forget what happened in Cuernavaca, okay?

Forget the best sex I've had in my life?

I don't think so.

I'm your teacher.

That's true.

With you I learned things I didn't know existed.

And we just discovered another thing in common.

We're both lawyers.

- Forget it. - I don't want to forget.

We're both free adults.

- We can... - I'm married.

Of course.

You have to be.

If you don't mind, we could take the spare to my...

Darío, I'll take care of it, okay?

And I don't want to offend you by saying

that it was a mistake or an impulsive fit.

That's exactly what you're saying.

I never thought this would happen. I wasn't planning on seeing you again.

- For me, this was... - Look, Alma.

I don't know how or why we ended up in bed.

Actually, I don't care.

All I know is that it was wonderful.

And you don't run away from something like that.

Let's forget it, okay?

If you change your mind and you need help with your tire, call me.

Have a nice day.

Professor.

Brenda Castillo Trejo, 40 years old.

Look, Clonazepam.

She could have mixed it with the alcohol she drank.

Probably.

For courage.

But to me, the cause of death is more than obvious.

- Did you find a suicide note? - No, sir.

Do we know anything about the ex-husband?

Not yet, sir, but we are locating him.

Brenda Castillo.

Did you know her?

No, I didn't.

But a good friend did.

It's not that easy to label a suffocation as a case of strangulation.

At first, the signs may seem obvious, but...

In those cases, in the end it could be anything.

Hey, are you okay?

Yes, yes, I'm fine. Sorry, what were you saying?

The morgue, it's...

Uncle Esteban took me there for the first time and...

Mom, it's a place so...

impressive. I swear,

- you get there and you get cold... - Please.

Let's not talk about dead bodies during lunch, Zoe. Okay?

Why does it bother you so much when I tell you about my stuff?

It's not that it bothers me,

I just think that we should change the subject.

And what do you want to talk about?

I don't know, we could talk about nicer stuff.

And what's that for you?

Flowers?

Butterflies, rainbows, unicorns or what?

Zoe, don't be sarcastic.

I'd love to hear about your friends

or the guy you like, because I imagine there is someone you like, right?

You know what, Mom? I have to pick up Karina before going to school.

We'll come here to study. She's sleeping over, is that okay?

Okay.

Fine.

Hey, have you seen my green jacket?

- Which one? - Forget it, I don't have time.

Hey.

And my kiss?

- What's that? - What?

You have a big mark on your neck.

Ah, it's grease, I had a flat tire.

I thought it was a hickey, I got excited.

See you later.

Almiux.

Are there any fingerprints?

From at least four different people, sir.

Well, we'll have to process them all.

Any traces of violence?

- It depends. - What do you mean?

The evidence, please.

We found these used condoms in one of the trashcans.

Condoms.

Well, the victim had one last night of passion

before committing suicide.

Now we have to find out with whom.

The search warrant wasn't valid because that stupid Ortega

misspelled the last name of the accused.

Everybody in the office knows what that asshole did.

Two of the victims already identified him.

That son of a bitch will go free because we didn't search his house.

- And the witness you had? - Disqualified.

He had a few beers the night of the rape.