Original Sin Page #2

...and the authorities there in Santiago.

I know how you feel about her, but...

...you have to write.

You have to,|before she has the police on us.

You're right. I've been unkind to her.

Although she has never been kind to me.

Just do it.

Do it, and then it's done.

No, no, no!

It's all right. It's me, Luis.

You were dreaming.

Are you all right?

That's it.

You were just dreaming.

It's all right.

It was just a dream.

A bad one, that's all.

It was just a dream.

You okay? You need something?

You.

I'm sorry.

You are here with me. Secure.

You're all right.

Will you stay?

Of course.

Of course.

It's all right.

Luis, don't go.

How is the queen of the house|this morning?

Look. See? I've done it.

This is for the best. Thank you.

-I'll have Sara post it this morning.|-No need. I can do it myself.

I haven't addressed it.

I have the address at the office.|Then it's on its way.

What will you do today?

I'm going to an English dressmaker|at the Plaza Vieja.

You'll need money.

Sign here, Seora.

Is this for both your personal|and business account?

Yes, thank you.

I want my wife to have free use|of all my accounts.

There you are.

Should I sign using my Christian name?

No, your married name.

You must remember to repeat|the signature exactly...

...each time you draw a check.

I will try.

Oh, man!

So, Luis, is it love after all...

...or is it just lust?

Is there a difference?

Oh, yes.

To love someone is to give|and then want to give more.

And lust?

What is lust, Alan?

Lust is to take and then take more.

To devour, to consume.|No logic, no reason.

So...give, take.

Which is it?

Both.

I want to give her everything.

And I want to take everything from her.

Oh, Luis. You are a lost man.

No, no.

She is the one who seems to be lost.

How, why, I don't know.|But that will change.

I can change that.

Mr. Vargas?

Walter Downs.|I didn't mean to startle you.

-That's okay.|-I was told I could find you upstairs.

-How can I help?|-Small matter.

Hardly worth your trouble.|I've been engaged by Miss Russell.

You mean, Julia?

No, Emily. Julia's sister.

In Delaware.

I'm a private investigator.

I just arrived from Wilmington.

I understand.|I know Miss Russell was distressed.

But we wrote to her several weeks ago.

I'm sure when she receives the letter,|she will be much relieved.

Then Miss Julia is all right?

More than all right.|And more than Miss Julia.

She's Seora Vargas, my wife.

So you are married?

-That's good news.|-Happily married.

I can see that.

What a mystery a happy marriage is.

The bloom in the cheek,|the spark in the eye.

-It shows, I guess.|-Yes, indeed.

Miss Russell will be pleased to hear of it.

I'd appreciate if you'd tell her.

I will indeed.

And I'll be even more convincing|when I've met your wife.

Yes, yes.

Why not?

We will be home Sunday afternoon.

You want to come by for a coffee?

Yes, I will.

Convey to your wife|how much I look forward to seeing her.

Outside, please. On the terrace.

Do as she says.

Just in time.

This is for Sunday paseo,|and this one for weekdays.

Fine, fine.

And the rest?

This one I like.

What do you mean?|There are seven days in a week.

Is there nothing in your trunk?

Nothing good. Anyway, I've lost the key.

We'll get a locksmith.|It's an easy job. Actually...

...l'll do it myself.

No, I want to show you something. Come.

You must leave now.|I'm going to kiss my husband.

Then we're going to take a bath.

What do I smell?

My perfume.

No.

A cigar.

I tried one.

One of my cigars?

I wanted the taste of you in my mouth.

You have no shame at all.

There is no shame in loving each other.

Do you love me? Julia?

Do you love me?

Or are you not the loving kind?

I forgot to tell you.

We have a visitor coming on Sunday.

We do?

Yes...

...a genuine private investigator...

...all the way from Delaware.

So, Emily sent him.

Yeah. Detective Downs.

Detective Downs, did you say?

Don't worry,|he only needs to see that you're well...

...and happy and truly my wife.

-Then this nonsense is over.|-When will that damn bird stop screaming?

Julia.

Careful, it's coming.

Oh, no.

Don Luis, look. He's dead.

He was just singing.

He's not singing now, is he?

Looks like he got his little neck broken.

Take him away.|I don't want Julia to see him.

How does a person die on this instrument?

I believe that...

...the turning of the wheel|breaks one's neck.

And if it doesn't?

Does one then strangle?

Are you afraid?

No.

Julia is not afraid.

But Bonny is.

I don't understand. Who is Bonny?

Who is Bonny?

I'm looking for Mr. Vargas.

Thatis a question|Luis would soon be asking.

Mr. Vargas?

My name is Russell.

Emily Russell.

I am Julia's sister.

So you understand how upset I was|to receive this letter.

Upset?

But...l thought you would be pleased|to receive it.

This letter, sir...

...written in answer to the one I last sent...

...and which is signed in her name...

...is not from Julia.

Of course it is.

I mailed it myself.

It was not written by my sister.

Miss Russell.

I'm sorry.

Don't be upset. I swear to you--

Swear as much as you like.

That is not Julia's handwriting.

That is the handwriting of a stranger.

A person unknown.

At least to me.

-Where is she?|-I was going to send for you.

Where is she?

Go away. Get out!

Where did she go?

I don't know. She sent me to|the post office. When I come back--

She's not coming back, is she, Sara?

She never was here.

You've been married to a dream.

A dream that stole your soul.

Luis! What is it?

Your wife appeared at five minutes to|three for a last-minute withdrawal.

As you instructed,|I gave her full access to your accounts.

Your balance at closing was...

...51 American dollars and 40 cents|in one account...

...ten dollars in the other.

As I explained to your wife,|to close both out completely...

...your signature|would have been necessary.

I'm sorry.

Don Luis?

God must have been angry with you|that day...

...he let you look in that woman's face.

I want her back. Sara...

...l want her back.

No, cario. What for?

What for you want her back again?

No, this is not a love story.

Butitis a story aboutlove.

about those who give in to it,|and the price they pay.

and those who run away from it|because they are afraid...

...or because they do not believe|they are worthy ofit.

She ran away.

He gave in.

Mr. Vargas?

Walter Downs.

What a happy coincidence.

Oh, yeah.

I remember you.

And the authorities here could do nothing?

After all...

...there was no crime.

She was my wife.|She just took what I had given her.

Your money.

And your love.

And you did not suspect?

It seems that I know a lot less|about women than I thought I did.

And I know too much.

Consequently, I've not much use for them...

...apart from the necessities.

For real intercourse,|I prefer the company of men.

Listen to me.

Could you find her?

Perhaps.

But I am, at the moment...

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