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LOOK AT ME, WOMAN I’M NOT YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL

I’M A SINNER AND DON’T KNOW PRAYERS

Sparkling mineral water.

I knew you were posh on the inside.

Certainly.

My slaves fill my bathtub with champagne everyday.

Are you, too, posh on the inside?

No.

I used to take cold showers.

I think that’s why I’m masochistic and work at the agency.

What do you do there?

Besides getting flowers.

Nothing.

I simply do nothing.

Great! You get paid for doing nothing.

Well, one’s nothing is another’s everything.

Didn’t you learn that in your castle?

I hope my “everything” is enough to stay.

Why?

That asshole Dweeb wants me out.

I didn’t care.

Until I saw you.

What’s wrong?

Who should I kill?

I wouldn’t want them to fire you.

Why?

Because I like the idea of champagne baths.

“Diablo Guardián”.

Come.

Come.

I like you Rosalba.

Don’t call me that.

How should I call you then?

Just don’t mention my name.

BASED ON XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL

CHAPTER 7 NAFASTOFELES' SHADOW

Yeah, I swear it was like that.

Did you really say that to the French guy?

Of course! He could’t get hard.

- Won’t you answer? - No.

You’re awesome, Violetta. I’ve never...

met anyone like you.

Not even having travelled around the world?

No.

It’s like you were...

from a different planet.

Kind of.

What are you doing later?

I don’t know. Wanna go to the movies?

More excitement perhaps? I’m up for something different.

I’d like a blow.

Want coke?

Does it bother you?

No, I’d bother me more that...

you felt uncomfortable with me.

My friends have some.

Well, show me.

Hail New York!

- Did you like it? - It was great.

- I’ll give you a gift. - Let’s see.

Free blows.

Special price for kinsmen.

- You’re from Mexico City, right? - Yeah.

Really?

- Have you got any? - Of course, in my bag.

So you sell it?

Antonio gets it from a dealer and we distribute it.

So that’s what you meant by “business”.

What?

Nothing. You’re growing on me.

Damn!

Get a room, man. We’re still here.

- Don’t get jealous! - Watch out, man!

- Okay, come on! - Alright.

Tell me about you.

I don’t even know your last name.

It is... Guerrero.

- I’m Antonio Guerrero. - Damn!

Guerrero!

Antonio Guerrero.

And why are you here, Guerrero?

How did you meet those guys?

I met Henry when I moved to New York.

He was a dealer when I started working in finances

and I basically gave him contacts with enough money.

That is...

You left aside finances.

- No. - Good night, Mr. Chow.

His wife is...

We’ll really get along.

Hey, hold me!

- Are you okay? - Hold on.

The keys.

Hold on, the keys.

- Give me the keys. - Didn’t you...?

Find them.

Find them.

- Aren’t they here? - Yes, they are.

Here they are.

Hold on.

Coke is like love.

First, you are a queen.

Then, it rots you inside unconsciously.

Open up, sweetheart! Hurry up!

Lock the door! Come on!

- What’s going on? - Nothing, relax. It’s okay.

No fucking way. What’s going on?

Apparently, they didn’t follow me.

- Who are you talking about? - The police.

They came to the apartment and took Elisa.

Damn, because of the coke?

I don’t know. It could be that, the whoring...

the fact that she’s illegal, I don’t know.

But don’t worry.

You’ve no business here and...

you’ve got something she doesn’t.

You’ve got me.

I hope she doesn’t talk.

If she does, she’ll be in deep shit!

In deep shit!

I can’t sell for a while.

Damn it!

Don’t you have some?

No.

No, I’d meet the boss to get more,

but it’s risky now.

You have a boss?

Let me help you. Give me his address.

No, they’re very dangerous people.

You saved me in Vegas, let me return the favor.

Come on.

Please.

Alright.

I’ll call him and arrange a meeting.

Who lives there?

“El Gallego”. He runs the business.

He was so decent... so cool...

that only a faithless fucker would doubt his honor.

I honestly wanted to help him.

Rich guy from Guadalajara, good businessman,

from a good family...

I couldn’t let go such an opportunity.

Welcome.

Come on in, feel at home.

Would you like a drink?

Macallan 24.

It’s not finished yet.

Here.

Did you speak with Antonio?

So, you’ve got some?

Here’s your money.

Come.

Feeling better already?

- Can I have another one? - Sure.

What are you doing?

Didn’t your boyfriend tell you?

What you’ll take is worth thrice as much.

He told me you’ll pay the rest in bed.

Money.

Coke.

Men.

All conspire so one stays stuck on their bloody roulette.

You’re awesome, Violetta.

This will cost you thrice as much.

I’m not kidding.

I want 10 bags of the coke you gave me.

Shall I take them?

You are...

very pretty...

smart...

and you’re an amazing fuck.

So, the good one is on top, right?

I’ll give it to you.

Bloody asshole! You didn’t say I had to fuck him!

Calm down, sweetheart.

Don’t talk like that to your new partner.

What?

You think you’re the only one who uses people?

Huh?

Thought I didn’t realize you wanted to live off me?

That’s nonsense.

Want a drink?

I asked you something.

No.

I’m a businessman.

I give nothing for free, I invest.

So, I was an investment for you since Vegas?

Yes. A whore and an investment.

I’m not your whore!

I work alone and I don’t want to be your partner.

Get out!

That’s what Elisa said and look how it ended.

You rat on her.

“You rat on her”.

Oh, Violettita.

I’m good for you, sweetheart.

What if...

immigration comes for you tomorrow?

A day before blowing off the consul’s nephew.

Just imagine.

I hope you don’t mind, but I’m staying for some days.

Given Elisa’s incident...

I don’t feel safe in my apartment.

Come on, have a drink.

How could I be so blind?

I should have known better.

Noticed his hypocrite lips.

His traitor’s nose.

His pervert eyebrows.

Some people you give your heart to...

and they fuck you in the ass.

Look how diligent.

I’m prone to pigs.

I tend to think they’ll be an asshole with everyone...

but me.

- Give him more juice. - I’m coming.

- Didn’t you hear? - I’m coming!

- You must try this. - Alright.

- Here. - Take this.

Stop tidying up! Relax!

Don't give me that!

Pour him a glass!

Take it.

It’s good, right?

- What? - The fucking picture.

It’s alright.

- Take off my fucking clothes. - Relax, sweetheart, you’ll hurt me.

Viole...

Call me an idiot...

but he caught me.

Keep going or you’ll get deported, little whore.

Come on, keep going!

Passport.

Dollars.

Coke.

The whole package.

- Hey, Chan. - Yeah?

What about the mom?

Whose mom?

Mine, man, come on.

They already started the process.

I met Milton yesterday, he’s on it right now.

- Damn, give me a hug. - That’s it, man.

If I had treated him like the rest of my clients

he had never become...

“Nefastofeles”.

Get that look off your face or you won’t get your gifts.

Don’t you want them?

"The consulate has started to examine

"Ms. Rosa del Alba Rosas Valdivia’s record."

What a name! Your parents are assholes.

I met my uncle, he’ll help us out with your papers.

It’ll take some months, but you’ll be a citizen, sweetheart.

Aren’t you lying?

I have contacts, but...

they can’t forge the consulate’s seal.

Vampires give and take. One day they’re generous.

Even... fatherly.

The thing is...

we have to pay for it.

And the next, they suck you dry. How much?

A few months our new toy sales.

My best contacts are already there.

And they’ve got your number and address.

Your body and my coke,

I want 80 per cent.

No way.

20 per cent from the coke...

and what you get from your ass.

20 per cent is bullshit.

I’ll be doing all the work.

That’s the deal, sweetheart.

Look, it’s Santos, one of my best clients.

What do you say?

Yes or no?

Finally.

No way!

I slowly got used to my new working conditions.

And whenever he played dirty, I charged extra.

Nefastofeles could be cracking to make money...

but luckily, he can’t do maths.

- Are you alone? - Give me that.

- What? - That.

“El Chan” is having a shower.

“El Chan”...

I call him Nefas.

Why?

“Nefas”... meaning nasty.

I see.

Cutting cocaine pays off, right?

Kind of.

I still owe “Nefas” a lot of dough.

- Nefas. - Nefas.

We’ll load him with money.

- Fucking loaded. - How much you owe him?

10 grand.

You’ve taken so much coke?

No, girl. He’s putting my mom’s papers in order.

I want to bring her as an American citizen.

She’s been in Colombia for a while and,

I have to rush the mule, because this won’t be enough.

So, if everything goes well with “El Gallego”...

in ten days...

I’ll have her by my side with God’s favor.

What’s your business with “El Gallego”?

I can’t tell you, honey, it would screw up.

Besides, I can’t afford that now.

That’s enough.

Hey!

You’re quite greedy, I had readied you some big ones.

Some days, I still feel like a fish from a little pond...

which was thrown into the sea.

And you know why I’m still alive?

Because she’s certain to return to her pond one day.

To her natural habitat.

So, aren’t you curious as why you’re here?

Wanna fuck me, right?

But that’s not why I got your number.

Do you like working with your boyfriend?

I’d never lie to New York’s owner.

I can lie to the mayor, but not the owner.

You can be honest with me, Violetta.

Is this a test?

Everybody is put to a test every passing minute.

But now, I just want to know if you’d like to work for me.

Without Antonio?

You’d keep working for him...

for now.

The only difference would be you’d come here everyday.

What for?

To inform me about your boyfriend’s moves.

I just want to keep an eye on my business

and you could make some extra money.

I don’t trust you.

And I don’t trust anybody.

That’s why I need you.

Did you bring it?

The marmalade, damn it! I sent you a thousand texts!

Sorry, I forgot.

- How was work? - The usual.

I’ll take a shower.

You’ll tell me...

what did “El Gallego” want?

- To fuck. - Is that so?

To fuck?

I thought you’d given him my number.

Don’t play dumb, he got it from Henry.

We just fucked.

You’re a fucking liar! Why didn’t you tell me?

I swore you...

I’d never betray you, we are a team.

I’m yours.

I knew I was fucking a Rottweiler.

But his putrid breath was better than his bites.

Nefas could cross the line...

but Violetta adapted to the client’s needs.

I work as a vampire.

You suck all the blood you can and you let them suck you.

He called again.

He’ll stop in a few days.

You can’t keep me locked in here forever.

It’d be a waste.

Don’t you want the profits of your investment?

Let me answer him.

Come on.

If I can trick “El Gallego” we’ll be loaded with money.

I don’t trust you.

And I don’t trust anybody, that’s why I need you.

Take a chance with me.

Let’s call him.

How can I know you’re not fucking with me?

- Can you button it up? - Yeah.

You’re the boss, but you can’t ask Henry my number.

Did your boyfriend get mad?

Of course, he did.

He thought you meant other business

different than fucking.

If you want to be my man...

Antonio must agree to everything.

Okay.

Okay, sounds fair to me.

Only...

a very smart guy could have chosen a woman like you.

Tell Antonio...

Do you like it?

Goddammit!

Did he do this to you?

No.

I fell off my unicorn.

Why haven’t you shot him?

I only need something.

A chance.

So, will you work for me?

No.

I’m not a spy.

I want the same pay as the thugs working for you.

Violetta.

What’s the money for?

Jewelry.

I just need a chance.

A load from an Irish dealer will be delivered in Queens.

Henry would get it, but you can do it.

Is Henry out of this?

What?

- Is he a good fuck? - Not better than you.

Did you hear everything?

Next time, I want to hear you fucking.

You won’t hang up until you leave that house.

You’re crazy. What if he finds out?

Well, life will go on with one less whore.

Take one.

What if I ran away with the millions in the trunk?

I sure thought about it.

It could even have been a good ending for your novel.

Although a bit obvious, don’t you think?

Besides, my only ambition then...

was to keep playing.

- Now. - Yeah?

Yeah, open our eyes.

- For me? - Yeah.

Except one.

One is for Nefas.

So you don’t go home empty handed.

Another one...

Let’s say the one in the middle,

it’s a bonus for the discount you got me.

And then, there’s that one.

You’ll get it on one condition.

Are you an only child or you hate sharing?

I’m all yours.