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.
-Here you go, your favorite. -Thank you.
It's ready.
Wow.
Look at these.
I like that.
This one. What do you think?
It's a rough pearl mounted in platinum.
What do you think, brother?
Tell me, Roxana.
Would you go to bed with a man that gave you this necklace?
I don't know how or why we ended up in bed.
Actually, I don't care.
Sir, Mrs. Torres is here.
Darío.
Mrs. Torres is looking for you, for the alignment and balancing.
Okay?
Hello, I can't pick up right now,
but leave your message after the beep.
Brenda, I need to talk to you now.
Guess who appeared today at my seminar at the university.
Do you remember the guy from the party?
BIOLOGICAL MATERIAL
I'll tell you later, but please call me, okay?
Come on! You did one minute, four seconds.
-You go. -No, I don't like those things.
Come on, Karina.
Don't hold, it's okay.
Forget it, it's cold.
-Should we go inside your house? -Okay.
Would you help me get out, then?
You're mean!
Leonardo and I share a house
and a daughter, but...
we have separate lives.
Everything that brought us together at first has disappeared now.
For him, the most important thing is his job...
His cases and...
His assistant, I think.
I think he's cheating on me with her.
Okay.
And how does that make you feel?
I don't know.
Of course it makes me angry, but...
I don't know what hurts the most,
my heart or my dignity.
I think that justifies my actions, right?
And if it doesn't, then what?
I won't tell you that I got carried away by the circumstances,
because that's not true.
It was desire.
To have him.
To stop being Professor Solares.
To not be the wife of the judge,
or Zoe's mom, but...
But to be a woman.
A woman with desires.
Eager to feel.
Eager to sleep with...
with that hot 25 year old guy.
Do you know what's the worst part?
That I want more.
And what will you do about that?
Nothing.
The appearances,
the prestige.
The loyalty to my husband and my daughter...
The guilt.
What do you feel guilty about?
About not feeling guilty.
When the white ball hits the other one,
it sets off two movements.
One ball is pushed forward,
the other one moves backward.
And I have never played pool before.
-Are you sure? -Positive.
Vallejo.
What a surprise, brother!
My man.
I'm not calling you to give you good news.
Are you sitting down?
Actually, I was about to go to bed, but tell me.
It's about Brenda Castillo.
Wait a moment.
Okay, what's up with her?
Well...
We found her dead this morning.
-Here you are. -Let me go. Let me go!
Okay, let's see.
Have you thought about the possibility
of doing what most men do?
-What's that? -Well...
Have a secret relationship.
Live in the moment.
No, no, no.
All that is off the table.
Why?
Because gender mandates dictate
that a decent woman,
or worse, a married woman
cannot feel desire for a man other than her husband?
Let me be clear, I'm not telling you to do it.
I'm just asking you to explore the possibility.
No.
I could never have a secret relationship.
I'm not good at lying, I think that...
I think I wouldn't be able to maintain a situation like that.
Okay.
Let's talk about what you're really planning to do.
Ah, I don't know.
But I think I will have a long conversation with Judge Solares.
I don't know if I'll tell him what I did
or if I'll ask him what he's doing.
But it is clear that we need to talk.
Would you help me with your hair?
Done.
I knew it.
Alma, it's not what you think.
Couldn't you have come up with something more original?
Don't look for trouble where there isn't any, Alma.
So, now I'm the problem?
-Excuse me, but you're wrong. -Edith.
You don't have to give an explanation.
This is between Alma and me.
Is it okay if we talk about it at home?
You're shameless.
-Hola. -Brenda.
I can't pick up right now,
but leave your message after the beep.
Fuck, girl, where are you?
Have you noticed we're never together in pictures?
I mean, whoever sees these would think that we have a very unhappy marriage.
Do you really care what people think?
You and I know the truth.
Hey.
The ischium has a ramus that forms an apex with a wide angle
above the ischial tuberosity.
Hey.
Sorry, I wasn't paying attention.
What's the ischium?
The butt bone, silly.
What?
How did you know?
What?
Well, that you were gay.
Why do you want to know?
I'm curious, I guess.
I don't know. How and when did you know?
Let's see.
Let me think.
The first time I liked a girl was in kindergarten.
Her name was Carmelita.
She had freckles, red hair.
I remember I liked her because
she looked a lot like a Japanese manga character.
I liked seeing her when she drew circles and sticks.
When she ate her sandwich...
And... What did you feel?
What...
did you feel when you looked at her?
Do you want to clear up any doubts?
What?
-What happened? -Darling.
Brenda committed suicide.
What?
Alma...
How did I not see it coming? I'm an idiot.