All language subtitles for Crepusculo.1945

TWILIGHT

DR. ALEJANDRO MANGINO
TWILIGHT

It's 8:40, doctor.

- Did you take the books to the car?
- The ones you requested.

Isn't today's operation at 9:00?

Take this book, Sebasti�n.
Read it when you have time.

Do you think
I can understand it?

You have to understand it.

Everyone has to!

You're leaving again
without breakfast...

...and you've hardly slept.

That can't be any good...
for the steadiness of your hand.

What about my hand?!

Look at it.

It's normal.

Close it.

Did you forget something, doctor?

No, Jos�.

I was just wondering if Sebasti�n
brought down the books.

He did it a moment ago.

Yes. Very well, doctor.

Good morning, Dr. Mangino.

Uh... tell Dr. D�az Gonz�lez
and the head nurse

that I'm waiting for them
in my office.

To Dr. D�az Gonz�lez and
the head nurse:

Dr. Mangino is waiting for you
in his office.

Doctor...

What about the books?

They're for my students
at the university.

Doctor.

- What a surprise to see you here
at this hour. - Yes.

I've come to bring you
these notes...

...which have been in my hands...

...since that day.

To be honest, it hurts
to be reminded of it now.

I know, Alejandro.

Nothing is more painful than
looking the truth in the face,

but nothing is as fruitful as
knowing how to look at it.

If I could at least know the truth
in this case, doctor...

Everything is ready for
the operation, Dr. Mangino.

Okay.

- Good morning.

You operate.
I don't feel up to it.

This is the second time this week
you've told me that.

So what?

So I should refuse.

- But... you can't refuse.
- You know why.

- You know what I mean by that.
- I assure you I don't.

I mean that all surgeons
court failure,

and your first failure
always affects you the most.

Your failure, Dr. Mangino,
was your first,

but it won't be your last.

You're making it into
an impassable barrier

that will halt a career whose successes
are recognized profession-wide

and have justly earned you fame
as a... well, brilliant surgeon.

What happened to me
wasn't a failure!

It wasn't a failure!

You know it wasn't, doctor!

You understand, doctor,
that I did it to make him operate.

Every time he resists, that psychosis
that's developing gets stronger.

You must agree that
he needs to be forced into it,

and the sooner the better.

I'll replace him,
but this is the last time.

One moment, doctor!

I think it would be best
to not try to force him for now.

Aren't you going against
all of psychiatry...?

I have my reasons,

and forgive me for not
discussing them with you now.

As Dr. Mangino's friend,
you surely have your reasons...

I'm not speaking as his friend,
but as his doctor.

I didn't know that his case...

...merited the intervention
of an authority such as yourself.

From this moment on,
it does, doctor.

"Twilight,

"by Dr. Alejandro Mangino,

"of the National Autonomous
University of Mexico."

"Contributions to the study of
mental illness."

"When Oedipus discovered the crime
that fate made him commit...

"...he put out his own eyes."

- Where is everyone?
- It's not time yet, professor.

We're 15 minutes early.

Yes, that's true...

but I wanted to arrive early to give out
the first copies of my book.

You can all come and get one.

I saw it in Robredo.

Nobody on the faculty
knew you were writing it.

Why title it "Twilight", professor?

- When you read it, you'll find out.
- Is it a scientific book?

Perhaps not.

Have you ever read
"Twilight of the Gods", professor?

- It's an extraordinary book.
- But this is "The Twilight of Men"!

De la Fuente is right...

...but it's singular.

It's not "The Twilight of Men".

It's...

...that of one man.

Doctor, there's an urgent
telephone call for you.

- Is it the clinic?
- I don't know, doctor.

- Excuse me.
- Go ahead, doctor.

- Who is it?
- It's me.

I've been trying to reach you
to remind you...

...that Ricardo died
one month ago today.

Leave and close that door.

Are you there?

Alejandro?

Listen to me, Luc�a.

There's something
I must tell you.

If you ever found out that
I was about to do something terrible,

or perhaps that
I'd already done it...

If you found out that...

that I'm a criminal,

or perhaps a sick man,

and that I live with the anguish of
not knowing which...

What would you do?
What would you say about me?

I don't judge you...

...because I love you.

Now...

...just tell me you'll come,
Alejandro.

Tell me you will.

RICARDO MOLINA 1902-1944
REST IN PEACE

"Rest in peace".

You don't know how it happened.

I still don't know myself.

Was I a criminal or just sick?

It's that uncertainty
which fills me with terror.

We were like two brothers,

and I have the right to be heard by you,
even if you're dead and I'm alive.

All month long, I've struggled
to reconstruct these painful years,

to discover the truth,
not matter how incredible it is.

That's all I want:

the truth.

It all started on that rainy afternoon,
a few hours before leaving for Europe.

I promised to meet you
at the Academy of San Carlos,

where you had an urgent meeting
at the Center for Architects.

We had decided to spend
the last two hours together,

before taking a night train to New York,
where I would board a ship.

Since the meeting went long,

I entertained myself with the sculptures
that adorned the lovely courtyard.

I was drawn to Michelangelo's sculptures
for Lorenzo de Medici's tomb.

There was Dusk...

...and Dawn.

Looking at it,

I was suddenly tormented by
the memory of Luc�a,

the only woman
I had ever truly loved,

who had one day
disappeared from my life,

without leaving a trace.

I partly closed my eyes.

When I opened them again,
I felt drawn by the sound of a chisel

and the light from a hall
whose door was halfway open.

I went for a closer look.

The sculpture students
were working.

I was transfixed by one of them who,
without using models,

was chiseling rock
into the shape of a woman.

I stood there a moment,
entranced at how the sculptor's hands

were giving life to the rock.

I felt as though its rigid back...
neck, and head were moving.

It was the same feeling
I had as a student,

which I was then recalling,

when I first looked at
a rigid corpse,

and I thought that
it had moved.

At that thought, I looked up...

and I looked toward
the center of the room.

There was Luc�a.

The realization that
she was suddenly present

left me mesmerized
for a few seconds,

motionless,
like another statue before her.

Perhaps she felt my gaze brush against
her neck and bare shoulders,

and she turned her head,
raised her eyebrows,

and pierced me
with her deep gaze.

That indelible moment is,
in my life,

the moment when love was revealed to me
by the torture of jealousy...

...and incredible sorrow.

I remember that...

...my back was to the students
and I took a few steps to the side,

with my gaze fixed,
as if walking around a statue.

She... followed me with her gaze
and seemed to turn before my eyes,

slowly and modestly covering herself
with the blanket at her feet.

Then I felt her shiver with
the same love she had shivered with

when she was in my arms.

It was then that I saw
the first shadow of that monster...

...which would lead me to tragedy.

Staring at her,
I felt as if suddenly...

...everything faded
into a strange shadow,

from which later emerged,
illuminated by a shifting twilight,

the motionless head of Luc�a.

With her mouth half-open
and her eyes closed,

she seemed like the statue
of a sculptor who, in that gesture,

had captured a supreme moment
of voluptuousness.

The sound of the chisel
deafened me,

and it was your voice then
which stopped my dizzying fall.

Alejandro.

Alejandro!

Let's go.

I was like a machine,
barely aware of my actions.

I didn't look back,
despite sensing anguish in her.

It was as if she wanted to
call out to stop me,

but I followed you,
and we exited to the corridor.

Your ticket.

Your ticket, please.

- Why don't you give him the ticket?
- I've decided not to go.

What do you mean?

That's a joke, right?

It's not a joke, Ricardo.
I've decided to stay.

Do you realize
what you're saying?

A decision like this
can't be made on a whim.

I feel as if this train...

...were going to steal my destiny.

Stop joking already.

If this train steals your destiny,
it'll give you another.

Let's go.

Are you boarding, sir?

Lower bunk, number 3.

Mexican Airline Company
announces the arrival of their Flipper,

arriving from Nuevo Laredo
and Monterrey, Flight 555,

which made connections with
planes from New York,

Philadelphia, Washington, Atlanta,
New Orleans, and San Antonio.

It can be seen from M�xico
and will land in five minutes.

It's Luc�a...

...my wife.

We got married
three months after you left.

This is Dr. Mangino, Luc�a.

The great friend I've told you
so much about.

What's wrong?

- What's wrong, Alejandro?
- Huh?

Nothing.
Maybe it's the flight.

When you suddenly descend
from so high up...

Attention: Dr. Mangino, please come
in the immigration department.

- Shall I serve coffee, ma'am?
- Later.

Here in the interview,
Dr. Mangino goes on to say:

My contact with more advanced nations
has show me that it's necessary

to now break with the lament about
what Mexico was before the revolution.

It's a past that was exhausted
by the propaganda of a generation

that variously staged
or suffered the revolution.

For those of us now taking
Mexico's leadership in our hands,

the word revolution has
a new meaning.

It means the
industrialization of M�xico,

improved literacy,
and public healthcare,

in whose service we must employ
the whole medical profession,

ending that individualism
which, day by day,

makes medicine
not a social service,

but a means of enriching the few.

Medicine, like teaching,
must no longer be a covert industry,

but an apostolate
at the service of a Mexico

in which tuberculosis
and malaria are eradicated,

and in which infant mortality
is reduced to a minimum.

And what I claim about my profession
must be applied to all fields,

which must also be
in service to the people,

though self-interest has reduced them
to a means of personal profit.

I'm speaking of
the press and schools,

and of politics and
the leaders of social groups,

and of banking and business,

and of those formidable mediums
for propaganda and information

known as cinema and radio,

which have now fallen into
loathsome affectation and self-regard,

having forgotten
the demands of the people

and the responsibility that
M�xico's progress requires of them.

My contact with
more advanced nations

has show me that it's necessary
to now break...

...with the lament about what Mexico was
before the revolution.

It's a past that was exhausted
by the propaganda of the generation

that variously staged
or suffered the revolution.

You got here late too?

No, I came early.

That makes two of us.

I didn't want to miss physiology class
because of Dr. Mangino,

but I don't want to miss out on
meeting him now either.

What are they reading?

The interview with Mangino
that the press published today.

I read it at school.

He says things everyone knows
but nobody dares to say.

So out of all of them,
which one is Dr. Mangino?

- Who do you think he is?
- I don't know.

Can't you at least imagine
what he's like?

So look for someone similar
and surely it'll be him.

I don't like charades.

Just tell me who he is.

You can't see him from here.

Do you study medicine too?

A little.

...having forgotten
the demands of the people

and the responsibility that
M�xico's progress requires of them.

This is my sister Cristina, doctor.

- It's a pleasure.
- Nice to meet you, doctor.

- Doctor...?
- Alejandro Mangino, at your service.

Excuse me.

Why are you all alone?

Because I can't bear
the torture of seeing you...

...and of not seeing you.

I don't know which of the two
is more intolerable.

Look at me.

The torture isn't yours alone.

I can't keep lying to myself.

I tremble just thinking about
that night in the sculpture hall.

I had my back turned,
and hadn't moved in ten minutes.

Suddenly, I felt a chill on my neck
that I'd never felt before.

When I turned my gaze
and saw you looking at me,

the passion that had once
bound me to you

suddenly struck me
with uncontrollable violence.

You're lying!

I know it's hard to believe,
and I wish...

What I can't believe is
that you fled from me that day.

I did it so that our love
would be perfect...

...after that perfect night.

You don't know that by losing you,
I hoped to win you forever.

You destroyed my life!

I destroyed myself as well.

Why did you agree to marry him?

For the most unbelievable reason:

Because at his side,
I'd be doomed to see you again.

- An abyss separates us now.
- Which is?

- My friendship with Ricardo.
- I'll ask for a divorce.

You won't get it,
and I'll never allow it.

When he married you, he fell out with
his family and his entire circle.

He's hopelessly bound to you.

If his marriage failed,
it would drive him to suicide.

Thanks...

...but it's getting a little late.

I was just saying that to Luc�a.

I'm the one who should leave.

Thanks a lot for
the party you threw me.

When your plans for the clinic are done,
call me and we'll review them.

And...

- Goodbye, Luc�a.
- It's not goodbye. It's see you later.

I'll go with you.

My idea is to capture the pure air
coming from the forest.

Look at the view of the volcanoes!

Your patients will, from here,
enjoy some remarkable sunsets.

With the operating room, laboratories,
and terrace facing this way,

I can take advantage of the sun
using my system of large windows.

The clinic will extend
toward this shore,

dominating the landscape and city
from this height.

Are you listening, Dr. Mangino?

It's you who's talking,

but at the same time,
it's not you.

It's the other you,

the one who emerged
that night in the sculpture hall.

Look at Ricardo.

He's standing at the void.

You can get closer
without him sensing you.

Put your hands on his shoulders,

and gently push him
into the abyss.

Do you agree?

I want you to come this weekend
to the house being built in the valley,

so you can see our options
with the materials I told you about.

Let's go.
I don't feel well.

I want to be alone.

Today, July 28th...
I fell victim for a second time

to the symptoms of this obsession
which fills me with terror.

The first time was
at the Academy of San Carlos,

when Luc�a suddenly appeared,

which I can't...
and never will get over.

The passion I cultivated in secret,

the craving to fully possess me
that I sensed in her,

the indescribable jealousy,

and the memory of that which
I considered a betrayal of...

...the most noble thing in my life,

unleashed in my conscience
who-knows-what dark forces,

which today urged me to
commit a crime.

Come in.

When I got your message,
I thought:

"Clearly, Dr. Mangino
is returning from Europe.

"Italy and France have given him
a taste for sculpture."

M�xico descends from
a nation of sculptors, Mr. Rosamelia.

Ah, M�xico!

One need only look through
the museum's archaeology hall.

Not to mention
Teotihuac�n, Chich�n Itz�...

In this case, I'm here to see you
for very different reasons.

I don't know if this statue
is the one you're looking for.

I bought some stones a while ago,
and from the looks of it,

one of them appears to match
the statue you described.

- Could I see it?
- Sure.

Over here, doctor.

Is this what you're looking for?

Yes.

Well... maybe.

- But in this light, I can't be sure.
- Let me open that curtain.

Hello?

It's not Luc�a, doctor. It's me.

Ricardo just arrived.

Dr. Mangino.

We're waiting for you.

That's not possible!

You've really upset me,
but worst of all, you'll upset Luc�a.

Don't you realize this is the third time
you've cancelled dinner on us?

Yes, that's a good excuse
for a doctor:

a patient who needs to
be operated on immediately.

To be frank with you,
I'm sure you're not at the clinic.

Fine.

Goodbye.

Sure, I'll apologize to Luc�a for you.

We'll never invite Alejandro
to dinner again.

If he doesn't come,
he must have his reasons.

Let's eat.

Tell them to put the soup
on the table, Cristina.

Dr. Mangino's house.

Hello?

Hello?

At the Racetrack of the Americas,
there are more than 60,000 spectators

to witness the margin of victory,

to benefit the families of
the many Mexicans who've died

on the battlefields
fighting for democracies.

We note the now-famous surgeon
Dr. Alejandro Mangino among the crowd,

who is returning from Europe,
where he earned distinction

in the medical centers of the
Old World's top scientific institutions.

Dr. Mangino, considered
a leading figure in medicine,

is one of the most noteworthy candidates
for the university's presidency.

- Dr. Mangino.
- Your name, ma'am?

Tell him that Luc�a is here.

Have a seat, ma'am.

It's incredible.

What's incredible?

That you have me here...

...all to yourself.

- Your migraine didn't go away?
- No, Dad.

- Where is everyone?
- Your mother's preparing dinner,

Ricardo's with the villagers
from Paso de Ovejas,

and Cristina's studying, perhaps.

What about Dr. Mangino?

I think he went to take a look
around the orchard.

- Why are you all alone here?
- I like orchards.

Yes, because they have
something in common with you.

They're like you...

...silent and fresh.

That's what you think of me?

That's what you are to me.

Maybe you don't understand what,
for a middle-aged man...

...seared by passions that
burn his veins,

it means to just be around
a woman who's nearly a child.

It's like a sunburned face
feeling the arrival of...

...the first shadow, and the first gust
of fresh air from an orchard.

Being around you is like
being around a sister.

I feel as though you've already
said those words to me.

It's because you, Cristina,
have a sensibility you don't suspect,

and it makes you pick up on
the slightest vibration.

The train! I'm going to
watch it pass from the hill.

What about the doctor?

He went to bed.
He told me to tell you all goodbye.

- Where did he end up staying?
- In the cabin in the garden, he said.

- Gin rummy.
- I lose.

Come play, Cristina.

Are you going to bed?

No.

It's still early.

Alejandro.

Don't move. Don't speak.

Someone could be watching us.

Go away, Luc�a.

Don't stay in the light.

Come into the shadow
for a moment.

I'm already in it.

In the darkest of shadows!

Think about how
there's nothing sadder...

...than a love that has to
live in the shadows.

If something terrible
has to happen...

...I hope it happens tonight.

When the impulse comes,

I feel it approaching
like a mysterious force...

...that robs my conscience
of its full light.

Everything grows cold and still,

immersed in a shadow
which makes everything sleep.

Like things in twilight...

...when they enter into
the mystery of that magical light,

which is between
day and night,

between beauty and crime,

between what is...

...and what isn't.

I'm therefore a sick man
who could become a criminal.

It's so easy to say it here,
in these notes,

but it's so hard
to live it as a reality.

To what extremes
must this painful fate lead me?

And who could've suspected
that the famous doctor,

who has devoted his expertise
to the alleviation of humanity's ills,

is...

...himself,
by an irony of fate,

the most incurable
of all patients.

The doctor isn't here, ma'am.

Hello?
Yes, it's the clinic.

I want to talk to Dr. Mangino.

He's not here.

No, I couldn't tell you
when he'll arrive.

I don't know where
you'd be able to find him.

Do you want to leave your name?

As you wish.

Dr. Mangino's house.

No, the doctor isn't in.

This is Cristina speaking.

Would you pass the phone
to my sister?

Luc�a isn't here, ma'am.

Why must she be here?

Yes, indeed.

A moment ago, I took the liberty
of playing a record.

The doctor gave me permission.

There's no need to thank me, ma'am.

Thank you, Sebasti�n.

May I tell you something, ma'am?

What?

Cristina didn't believe me.

You should leave right now.

It's not unreasonable to think that
Cristina might come.

She wouldn't dare!

Has she ever been here?

Often in the mornings since
the doctor decided to write his book.

They come together from the clinic,
and work until lunchtime.

Do they eat here together?

Never.

As I understand it, the doctor said
he wants to be alone in the afternoons.

I already knew all that, Sebasti�n,
but I wanted to confirm it.

I'll wait for the doctor.

As you wish.

You've no right
to ask me anything.

I'm not asking you anything.
It's enough just to see you here.

Actually it's me who
has the right to ask you:

Why are you here now?

I'll tell you why:

To clear up something
once and for all.

The night I was playing rummy
with your husband,

I saw you talking to him,

next to that tree they call
"Male and Female".

I forbid you to judge us.
You're too young.

You sound like Alejandro.

No matter who says it, you're still
too young to understand.

And if you think my conduct dishonors
Ricardo, my parents, and myself,

which is all anyone ever
thinks to say...

...then keep it to yourself.
- I'm not here for that.

Judge your own acts.

It's not Ricardo or you
or my parents that worries me.

- What, then?
- Guess.

- I haven't a clue.
- It's him, his good name.

His integrity for
the work he has undertaken,

which is necessary
for the faith of his students,

and would suffer greatly
from such a scandal.

Alejandro is now a candidate
to head the medical school.

From there, he'll likely rise to
university president.

You can imagine what an obstacle
you are for that life,

and for that work.

In any case, it's not your place
to defend him from me.

- Yes it is.
- By what right?

The right of my love.

But don't be alarmed.

You're the one Alejandro loves,

and with a passion, you can be sure,
that I myself didn't suspect.

Let me do the talking.
Don't try to explain anything.

We came to invite you to
spend the weekend.

I tried the clinic first,
then I thought to come here.

I brought Cristina to tell you
I'm having her over this afternoon.

So will you come?

- I'm not sure I can, Luc�a.
- I won't accept excuses.

Talk things over with Ricardo.

Bye. I hardly have time to
buy creams and other things I need.

Come on, Cristina!

You're not going to
need me at all, doctor?

No.

See you Saturday, Cristina.

The man was climbing the stairs,
laughing in a shocking way.

With each step, he laughed more.

A neighbor came out and asked:
"What are you laughing at, friend?"

And the man said: "Haven't you seen
the sign in the hallway that says:

"Subarriendo."
(Sublease/Go up laughing)

I see that nobody
thought that was funny.

Oh, I forgot to tell you that
the man from Paso de Ovejas was here.

- What's his name? - Ra�l, Dad.
- Ra�l, that's right.

He came when you
were fixing the water pump.

He said he'd return after dinner
to set a departure time with you.

It's sad that all this preparation is
to kill a poor deer tomorrow.

You're right. It's hard to
explain the appeal.

I admit it.

What's your opinion, doctor?

Man's instinct to kill is stronger
than you'd think, Cristina.

You really think so?

There are dark forces inside men
which derive pleasure from it.

The power to will another's death
by force or cunning...

...is a dark phenomenon
of man's conscience,

like so many others.

If you keep going on
with your explanations...

...you'll end up
not coming with us.

- I was going to tell you exactly that.
- Tell me what?

- I've decided to stay here.
- To do what?

That's a question that
doesn't make sense, Ricardo.

You're right.

It's one of those questions
that's asked daily,

and makes no sense at all.

Or it can suddenly
make complete sense.

It's this conversation
which doesn't make sense.

- You're very worked up today.
- Maybe so!

I should go to bed.
Good night.

Let's go to the living room.

Look, Alejandro.

I got this white-tailed male
at the mountain in Zacatecas last year.

It was around this time of year,
which is the start of mating season.

Being a good hunter,
I got the female first,

so that the males would
approach her one by one.

This was the first one.

I admit that I shot it from so close,
it was almost an execution.

As you know,
during mating season...

...the males' lust for the females
makes them deaf.

They don't even flee from
the sound of footsteps.

My feelings are all mixed up.

The way that Ricardo spoke
makes me admire him.

On the other hand,

more and more, I find in Luc�a
a promise I can't resist.

Our love, from the perspective of
man's laws and conventions,

has the horrible
appearance of adultery.

The adulterer, however...

...is Ricardo,
though he would deny it.

He unwittingly created
the shadow of sin

over this inevitable love
that binds us.

The wait is becoming
more and more unbearable.

When Alejandro said
he would stay...

...he meant that
he would wait for me.

This love is all I know.

Neither of them dares to
look at the other...

...and both of them
are watching me.

It's the perfect excuse.

Early in the morning,
I'll leave with Ra�l and the butler.

Luc�a will throw on a robe,

and she'll use the garden
to get to the cabin.

I'll say I forgot something,
and I'll go back.

I won't flinch as I fire twice
from the chamber of this Mauser.

What if right now,
as if by accident...

...I were to fire once
into Alejandro's forehead?

There's the box.

I can take one.

Open the chamber of the rifle.

Look at it against
the fire from the chimney,

to pretend that I'm looking to
clean it thoroughly.

Then, test the cartridge loader.

Close the chamber.

Load the bullet automatically.

Keep it aimed...

...level with his forehead.

In the temple...

...unless he moves,

and it seems he'll stay there
for a few more moments.

Now...

...I find the trigger.

I look at the two of them...

...nobody looks at me...

Good evening.

Come in, Ra�l.

Why are you all so silent?

There isn't always a reason to talk.

I'm going to bed before it rains.

It'll rain all night
like always, doctor.

It's true, Ricardo.

I've been thinking that when it rains,
people in the cabin get isolated.

But if they're in there,
why do they need to leave?

Rainstorms here are so torrential,
they all end within 30 minutes.

- Good night everyone.
- Good night.

- Bye, Ra�l.
- Bye, doctor.

You know why I'm here.

We'll leave before sunrise.
At 4:30, okay?

Let's leave a bit earlier.
The waterfall is 30 minutes away.

Okay.

We can leave the horses
at the bridge entrance,

and go down on foot
to wait for sunrise.

which is when they
go down to La Guaje, right?

That's right.

Who's coming with us?

The Agrarian Department's engineer
and the mayor of Paso de Ovejas.

- Tell them we'll leave
a little before 4:30. - Very well.

- Well, see you tomorrow.
- See you then.

- Good night, ma'am.
- Good night, Ra�l.

I think it's time for us to retire.

I'm not tired.

I am, and I need to
be up early.

Try not to wake me
when you go to bed.

And you try not to wake me
when you get up.

See you tomorrow.

Alejandro.

Alejandro.

It's true, Ricardo.

I've been thinking that
when it rains,

the people in the cabin
get isolated.

Here it never rains
for more than 30 minutes,

because the downpours
are always torrential.

- What's wrong?
- I forgot the most important thing.

- What?
- The bullets.

I'll go, sir.

I have to go myself.
I left them in the bedroom.

The cave should be nearby.
Go in and wait for me.

That one struck up there.

What's that noise?

A tree splitting apart.

- Hear that?
- Someone shouted.

That tree struck the engineer.

Doctor!

Doctor!

Doctor!

What is it, Primitivo?

- Doctor, it's Ricardo.
- What?

The storm split a tree
and it struck him and his horse.

- Where?
- Just over there.

At the intersection of
the large orchard's two canals.

- We don't know if he's dead.
- Is there a horse?

There's mine, sir. If you want,
we can ride there two-up.

Let's go!

Hello?

Hello?

Yes, doctor.

This is Dr. Mangino.

No.

I just want to check when
the ambulance left from M�xico.

At what time?

What?

No, it still hasn't arrived.

Yes.

The case is extremely serious.

I implore you to leave
an extra shift of nurses tonight.

He may need an operation today.

Possibly.

No, I don't know.

One moment, doctor.
I think the ambulance is here.

- It's here?
- Yes.

It just got here, doctor.
Yes, thank you.

- I brought what you asked for.
- Have them bring up the equipment.

- Primitivo, assist the lady.
- Yes, doctor.

You too, Jos�!
Come on!

There's something
that I can't understand.

Yeah, and what's that?

Calm down.

It's something nobody has
stopped to think about.

Because you're the only one
who thinks here.

Perhaps.

I want to know
what happened last night.

What were they talking about
when I went to bed?

Nothing.

Ricardo began quietly cleaning his gun,
and then Ra�l arrived.

Quietly, huh?

You're sure?

I remember something made me
think that when it rains,

the people in the cabin
get isolated from the house.

And I said so.

Ricardo joked that
if the people were here...

...why would they need to leave?
- He said that?

Word for word.

Your idea about people
isolated in this cabin by rain...

...inspired his plan right there.
- What do you mean?

That Ricardo, when that tree
split and struck him...

...was coming to do one thing:

To kill.

I don't know how you ever
got such an idea.

Ricardo said he'd go back,

because he forgot
the most important thing:

- The bullets.
- So what?

When I put away the clothes
Ricardo had worn,

the box of bullets was
right in his jacket pocket.

Ricardo's condition is very serious.

The skull fracture has caused
a cerebral hemorrhage.

Without x-rays,
I can't see a thing.

But a very delicate surgery
will surely have to be performed.

In any event...
I'm faced with a dilemma.

It's useless to try to
care for him here.

And without the operation,
his fate is sealed.

If I take him to M�xico,
he may not survive the trip.

But at least he'll have
a fighting chance,

and we'll be doing
all that we can for him.

As a doctor, I've chosen
to play this card,

the only one we have left.

Ricardo's life is in your hands.

Do what you must.

In any case, you need to know
that Ricardo...

No, Luc�a!

Why not?

Because... I don't know if it's true.

What does Cristina know?

That Ricardo,
when he was hurt by the tree,

was coming...

...to kill you.

Don't cry, Cristina.

She could have told you...

...without me there, at least.

So you knew about...

...Luc�a and I?

That's not what matters.

What does, then?

I couldn't bear...

...you ever finding out
that I knew.

Why?

Because...

...I don't know why!

SURGERY

I have to tell you
that I'm very intrigued by...

...the theory that
you present in your book.

What's terrifying is that
it's not a theory,

but a reality about which
science knows little or nothing.

Yes, yes, it's possible.

What I don't understand is why you
had me come at 11:00 PM,

to give me these notes to read.

Because you're the most prestigious
authority among psychiatrists,

an old master in
that unforgettable cathedral,

and I want you to resolve
a medical ethics case

that no doctor, perhaps,
has ever faced.

And what case is that?

Mine.

I don't understand.

I'm the patient who
served as a test subject,

day by day,
detail by detail,

for the exposition of those notes
which you consider a theory,

and which I've lived
as a horrendous reality.

What are you saying?

That statue.

That woman.

The first symptoms of an
obsessive trance in a sculpture hall.

The fury of that passion.

The dazed lover
about to commit a crime.

His self-control put to the test.

Triumphs and failures...

...are, in short,
my medical history.

My tragic medical history.

Supposing that's all true...

...what, then, is the case that
I have to resolve?

In a few moments,
I have to operate on Ricardo.

I'm still fully capable
as a surgeon,

and I know I can save him from
permanent paralysis.

I saw a similar case in England.

I'll graft nerve tissue
from the back of his hand

onto the areas
affected by the fracture.

The tissue will surely regenerate.

If this technique is applied,
Ricardo will be saved.

- But...
- But what?

On the other hand...
I'm a sick man.

And like all sick men at risk of
an involuntary attack...

...I fear I'll betray myself,

and the monster who controls me
will appear when least expected.

I have to open a hole in the skull.

Perform a trepanation.

If I hammer the chisel
any harder than necessary...

...it will bring instant death.

And that is the dilemma, doctor.

- What should I do?
- Operate!

Operate precisely, as you've done
so many times before.

You know as well as I do,
or better than I do,

that a surgeon,
in the sacred rite of surgery,

in the silence of that temple of life
which is an operating room,

is something of a priest
of a magical religion.

He's surrounded by mysterious forces
which artists call inspiration,

and which dictate to the poet
words for a novel image.

For the painter, it's a brushstroke
of unexpected color.

For the sculptor, it's a hammer blow
over the smile in the rock.

And they guide the surgeon's hand
as he cuts over brain tissue.

As he applies forceps to
a bleeding artery.

As he works around a nerve
that threatens to paralyze his patient.

You're at the moment when
every sculptor who carves directly

approaches his statue
with a hammer and chisel,

with the confidence in his steady hand
that inspires all great artists

to masterfully sculpt eyebrows
from stone above the eyes,

or an invisible smile
on half-open lips.

He knows that if his hand shakes at all,
or disobeys him even slightly,

he will, in a creative sense,
give the statue not life...

...but death.

If your patient's only hope is
this audacious operation,

and you're the only one,
sick or not, who can save him,

then that, in my judgment,
trumps any other consideration.

Then, doctor...

...it's your judgment that...?

No!

It's not a judgment!
It's an order!

Operate!

Only that door separates you
from a man who expects life from you.

Operate!

Transfer the life from the new tissue
to his destroyed tissue,

with that wonderful, audacious
grafting technique of yours.

Operate!

Since only you possess the secret of
that new triumph of surgery.

Your inspiration as a surgeon

will undoubtedly be greater than
your struggles as a man.

STERILIZATION

Center that light more!

Another chisel!

More light!

That shadow!

More!

More light!

You've been at his grave
for over an hour.

I've come in search of a truth...

...which I haven't found yet.

- And you, what are you doing here?
- Looking at you.

Looking at you
and waiting another hour,

on top of the ones
I've already waited.

- And what are you waiting for?
- Your love.

Your return to mid-life, seared by
a pain that burns your blood.

To make you feel the first shadow

and the first caress
of fresh air from an orchard.

- It's incredible.
- What is?

At last, I've found the truth.

I've found it in your patience.

In your kiss.

In your silent love.

But it's too late now
and I can't stop.

It's never too late.

Tell me it isn't!

You don't know, Cristina...

...what sick man...

...or what criminal
has given you your first kiss.

Alejandro!

Where are you going?

- To where the tree split.
- No.

Don't go now.

I have to.

I have to go.

Luc�a!

What is it?

Go after Alejandro!

- Now!
- Where?

He said he was
going to the tree...

...but he's walking toward
the waterfall!

What are you thinking?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Twilight.

Everything...

the furrows in the earth,

the trees,

the flowers...

...are growing cold and still,

under that shadow
which makes them sleep.

Just as my sick conscience,
abandoned by its full light,

...enters into
a mysterious twilight...

...which is almost magical.

It's between waking life
and the abnormal,

between day and night,

between beauty and crime,

between what is...

...and what isn't.

How sad is a love...

...that has to
live in the shadows.

I've found the truth,

in your patience,

in your kiss,

in your silent love.

But it's too late now...

...and I can't stop.