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Felipe, we would like to know...

all about this research...

that hides many secrets...

Thanks, have a nice day.

Any news from your daughter?

No.

It must be a joke.

She can’t be in New York.

The stamp can’t lie; New York City.

Why would she write?

To tell us she stole the money, as if that was news.

To rub it off on our face!

And Father Ascencio’s silence wasn’t cheap.

If Rosalba talks, we are screwed.

Violetta.

I had to leave New York for a few days.

So I had to take a forced vacation.

We’re sorry, but these legs

will be closed until further notice.

I was by myself in the most fucking bright desert on Earth.

In Vegas, the world was technicolor.

And its soundtrack were roulettes, slot machines

and dropping coins.

Besides, you couldn’t tell between day and night.

To lose track of time was very easy.

Viva Las Vegas.

BASED ON XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL

CHAPTER 6 THE NEXT LEVEL

Where are you from?

De Chiapa.

- Really? - Yep.

Mario.

How funny! You look like Super Mario.

From the video game.

Oh, I get it.

Can I call you that?

If you want to. Yes.

How should I call you?

Miss.

Hello?

Noemí?

What do you want?

Here?

You only came to fuck?

No.

I also came to say I recommended you for a job.

No, thanks.

I don’t want to work for one of your criminals.

Well, they asked for someone creative and...

I don’t know why you came up.

What is it about?

It’s for an ad agency.

That’s not for the creative, but for whores.

And your novel? How is it going?

You won’t get much inspiration locked here.

I can’t find it anywhere.

Because you’re looking in the wrong places.

Yeah...

In you, for instance.

By the way...

there are worse things than being a whore.

Think about it.

It was spectacular.

Sexy, unstoppable.

Overwhelming, lonesome.

A little raw and a little fake.

What? No, hold on!

Is that it?

- Good night. - Hi, how are you?

I’m sorry, does it bother you?

No, not at all.

What bothers me is the girl’s face, that...

Well, she’s bored, for God’s sake.

- Yeah, right? - Yes.

It’s still early. Won’t you go out?

No.

It’s boring downstairs.

Hold on!

The porn girl is bored and so are you.

There must be something wrong in this room.

It’s a sin to be bored in this city.

- Really? - Yeah.

So, what do you suggest?

What you need is a bit of...

fete.

“Fete”? What do you mean?

Fete, get it?

Party? Huh? Get it?

Let’s do something. Let’s meet in an hour.

I’ll show you what “fete” means here.

Where do we meet?

Employees’ corridor, next to the lobby toilets.

Deal.

What’s the plan?

- Hello. - Hi.

I’m looking for Dweeb.

Fucking bastards.

- Sorry? - It’s me, I’m Leandro.

Oh, I’m sorry.

- I were to ask for... - Yeah, it’s my nickname.

Why?

Because they’re assholes.

- You come to see Pedro, right? - Yes.

Hold on, I’ll take you.

- Is Pedro the director? - No, no.

The boss is on vacation, it’s better for you. Come.

Sir?

A guy is here.

According to you, which are your three main virtues and flaws?

My main virtues...

I’m intelligent...

creative...

and a good leader.

And my three flaws...

That I might be wasting my intelligence,

creativity and leadership,

answering these type of questions.

You have some balls, man.

I’m sorry.

No, it’s okay.

Sometimes we need them around.

- Really? - Yeah.

Not my case, okay?

Apparently, I was taking some healthy vacation.

Oh!

- Won’t you get changed? - What for?

For the party, right?

What are you doing?

This is so you feel at home.

What? No way, I don’t take that shit.

But Super Mario is here to initiate you.

No.

Well...

Now you know how we have fun in this city.

You know the secret.

Well, your secret sucks.

But Vegas is always boiling with devils.

Super Mario!

Have you changed your mind?

What’s it like?

It’s like...

feeling everything is yours...

for a moment.

Okay.

Oh, this one isn’t for free.

How much?

It’s an expensive habit, but...

it makes your blood turn blue.

When did you stop being a lackey?

I am a tropical prince.

Cuauhtemican.

Castle princess.

- Hold on. - Yeah.

- Have fun. - Of course I will.

When money flows that way, you feel it can be yours anytime.

There’s a... fever

that makes you go all in.

There’s something sexy in the air.

Something that seduces, hypnotizes and poisons you.

All together.

It was a big party without timetable and restrictions

where everybody did as they please.

I don’t care what you think.

I felt like the queen of the castle.

And once on that car one has to give up to the vice.

- Want some? - No, no, no.

Give me another one.

Thanks.

We know “Tres Ámbar” is just the beginning.

That your company and our agency

can collaborate a lot in your brand division.

But I’m really glad we start with “Tres Ámbar”.

It’s a very special product.

In the end, it’s a national symbol.

Of our enthusiasm,

and those nights we refuse to give up.

For those good times that make us who were are...

nothing compares to “Tres Ámbar”.

Hey!

- Congratulations. - Thanks.

So? Do we have all the group or just “Tres Ámbar”?

For now, just “Tres Ámbar”.

But they’ll make us present all their brands

like the clowns we are.

Listen...

I’d like us to work together.

I don’t know, be one of the brands’ leader.

The lollipops, the “Donetes”...

I’ve great ideas for those. What if...

It’s perfect, man.

I already got “Tres Ámbar”, now I’m thinking of “Quality” soap.

If you love doughnuts, go ahead.

- Are you serious? - I’ll tell Pedro.

But it’s an important account.

It’s okay, just work hard.

- Thanks a lot. - Yeah.

I was sure it was a hangover from hell.

Because I couldn’t even stop falling.

But I still had one last chip.

The one that always got me out of trouble.

Come.

What do you think?

- Did we get it? - You got it.

As a reward, you can have this humble office.

Tomorrow we’ll get your employee certification.

Cool.

- Thanks. - Get comfortable.

You don’t treat us that bad.

Why is Dweeb still there?

No idea, he might still be working on “Donetes”.

What? Why?

- He’s presenting on Friday. - No fucking way.

I didn’t promote you so another does your job.

Well, I thought it’d be good to give him my account.

- Do you think he’s not capable? - Have you heard his ideas?

- Yeah. - There’s your answer.

No, he’s got a lot going on.

You’ll deal with everything related to this account.

But I haven’t prepared anything for Friday.

Well, you’d better start.

It’s him.

- How much? - 300.

The guy is expensive.

Okay.

Let’s see.

One, two...

Alright, three.

What’s up, princess?

Hey, don’t.

What?

See how easy you found a place to sleep?

Always there is something for you.

All ready.

Your turn.

- So, will you take me to dance? - Wanna dance?

Yes, please.

I went from queen of the castle...

to business woman.

Alright, but wait a minute.

Have you noticed how similar are cleavages and piggy banks?

Well, I was a fun fair piggybank.

I was literally from blow to blow.

Every day was different.

But the same.

So?

Are you coming?

- Why don’t you come? - Okay.

In Vegas, my vices were silently subduing me.

My life became roulette like.

And when it stopped, the one thing that mattered...

was money.

A hundred and fifty.

A hundred and fifty?

She said 300.

- Do you speak Spanish? - I do speak Spanish.

What did you say?

Let me go, asshole!

Are you reselling my product?

- No. - No?

Did you want to trick me, Mexican girl?

What a nice queen!

Tricking the fucking Yankees so I could keep my crown.

He is here.

Good morning.

Dweeb... I mean, Leandro.

Come in, we have started. Please.

“Donetes”.

I must say I’ve personal story with them.

My grandma used to slice them and put them in my school lunch.

She’s not my grandma.

But she would only do it if I was a good boy.

Which wasn’t very often.

I’m not that type of whore, asshole.

I’m sorry, madam, but I saw you were in trouble.

Yeah, thank you.

I think it’s wrong when people go too far.

I’m really sorry.

Apologies accepted, sir.

Does that mean I can address you informally?

That means if you don’t, you’ll just embarrass yourself.

- So, where are you from? - New York.

- Really? - Yeah.

I’m from... Guadalajara.

I’m really from Mexico City.

And what’s your name?

Do you think you’ve earned it already?

Well, you can tell me after dinner.

I’m Antonio, nice to meet you.

I want some waffles.

- No, waffles are bad here. - And a milkshake.

Pancakes are good.

So, I’m from Guadalajara, but I live in New York.

- Do you live in New York? - Yes.

How weird, me too.

- Really? - Yeah, I swear.

What do you do there? Study?

No. I came to play.

To play.

Why are you in Vegas?

I came for business.

I see.

Truth is, I came here on vacation, but...

they stole my passport and my visa.

That’s too bad.

Well, for what it’s worth, my uncle is consul

and maybe he can help you out with the passport,

and with a work visa so you can stay.

Are you calling me a wetback, asshole?

No, no way.

I’m just saying those procedures can be tedious

and I can help you so it’s easier.

You’re very beautiful, did you know?

- You think? - Yes, I do.

Have you got a blow?

I think I can get you one.

I can get it.

Your treat.

- Want some? - No, thanks.

By the way, I’m Violetta.

Well, my real name is Rosalba.

Rosalba.

I can be as loose as you want,

but this time was different.

I didn’t feel wanted...

but protected.

I remember I thought...

Superman II came to the rescue.

Do you know how I craved for someone to listen to me?

Two hundred thousand dollars?

Yeah.

That’s why I can’t go back home.

So, you didn’t lose your passport.

Hell no!

And what about your boyfriends?

Well, people always want to help, so I let them.

You’re awesome, Violetta.

You must let me see you do your thing someday.

Well...

maybe not...

I’ll sure get jealous.

You can’t do that with me.

- ‘Cause you won’t be mine? - Nor anybody’s.

You’re amazing.

When will you come to New York with me?

Didn’t you hear I’m not anybody’s?

Sorry, I didn’t mean that.

Why don’t we go back together to New York?

- Together? - Yeah, together.

Let me... let me help you.

At least, let me admire you, alright?

I landed in New York convinced life was awesome.

But I was marvelous.

My new boyfriend material was rich and attentive.

A big dandy at my feet.

Hello?

Yes.

Hi, uncle. How are you?

Fine.

But I’m carrying some suitcases.

Yeah.

No, don’t worry.

I... will stop by this week.

Yeah.

Yeah, see you.

Sorry, I had to take it.

- It was my uncle. - The consul?

I haven’t seen him in a while, he wants me to visit.

So... will you help me with the visa?

Of course I will.

I’ll tell him you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve met

and I won’t stop seeing you because of a stupid law.

Thank you.

Well, five floors.

Just five floors.

- It’s pretty. - Thanks.

Won’t you invite me in?

No, I’d rather rest.

I must get ready for my new boyfriend hunt.

You know I spent all my money in Vegas.

You don’t have to rush...

to start working, right?

You can wait a while, right?

Look.

Hey, are you sure?

You spent a lot on me at the airport.

That’s what it’s for. It’s never enough.

I’ll give you my number...

in case you need anything.

Call me.

Call me if you need anything.

I feel very lucky to have met you, Violetta.

I’ll give you private lessons on bad education.

Well...

- Thank you. - You’re welcome.

Here.

Thanks.

Well...

Your coat.

I’ll contact you.

Bye.

I thought, Vegas gave me a new sponsor.

- Everything fine, Dweeb? - Fuck you, asshole.

But I don’t get why.

Why, huh?

Didn’t you say this job sucked?

- This is my life. My whole life. - No, Dweeb, this is money.

If you’re here for anything else than money,

you do honor your nickname.

I’d rather be an asshole than a whore.

See? That’s where you’re wrong.

There are worst things in life than being a whore.

Fuck you.