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Yes, but this month is quite complicated for us.

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We're a bit swamped and have decided not to accept new publications until…

I don't know what other publishers have told you, but we…

Please, do not raise your voice.

I'm trying to explain it to you, but you won't let me speak.

Again?

That's what I'm trying to explain to you, but you won't let me.

Well listen, I'm not going to publish your novel.

No, because this is a publishing house, not a charity.

Exactly. Escalpelo Editorial publishes quality.

What is the definition of a good book? Well, I'll tell you.

A good book allows you to get past page five without feeling like an asshole.

And in your case, Mr. Estébañez,

getting through four pages was fucking madness.

And I only made it because the first page only reads "Chapter One".

Besides, your story is full of deus ex machina.

Ah, you don't know what that is? Unbelievable.

It's when a writer pulls things out of his sleeve

and just magically solves it all.

No, I'm not here to solve your writing problems.

You should be outraged and hang up on me.

Otherwise I have to do it,

and hanging up on a client doesn't look good.

Yes, Valeria. We just lost a client.

Yes, I'm fine.

But this sometimes seems more like an NGO than a publishing house.

Do we have anything new?

Is he here already?

Didn't we tell him twelve o'clock?

Well, have him wait a bit and then let him in.

Thank you, Valeria.

By the way,

one of these days I'll give you a raise.

Yes, but one of these days it will be true.

Thank you, Valeria.

Valeria, send him in.

Thank you.

Yes, come in.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Mr. Antonio? -Yes, come in.

Am I too early?

I tend to be overly punctual. I was hanging around downstairs and…

Well, don't worry about it. Have a seat, please.

Very well.

-Nice to meet you. -A pleasure.

Well.

Let's see.

Well.

This is me.

Oliver Sánchez.

That's my name.

Yes, of course.

A degree in psychology.

Well, with a little luck in a month, so practically.

Yes, but we're not looking for a psychologist.

I know.

Let me explain.

I'm here because I don't think I can make a living as a psychologist.

You know what the country is like.

People don't have money, not even to eat.

I doubt they'll spend money on psychologists.

Yes, Mr. Sanchez, I know something about that.

Of course.

So what brings you to us?

That's what I was getting at.

You see I'm fond of drawing.

I really think I'm not bad at it.

Well, the thing is that

I never thought about earning money with it,

but my girlfriend…

Well, I actually prefer to call her my sentimental partner.

Anyway,

the thing is that she read, in one of those magazines she buys,

an article about book illustrators.

And she thinks I'd be good at it.

And I want to surprise her, you know?

But what made you think we need an illustrator?

Well, my girlfriend encouraged me.

And we're going through some serious financial difficulties.

And you were the only ones who answered the phone.

Well, that's because we thought you were a writer.

A writer?

No, I'm afraid not.

I still make spelling mistakes in my exams.

My thing is the paintbrush.

I'll be honest with you too because I don't have the strength to…

The fact is we hardly ever publish illustrated books.

-Are you sure? -Of course! It's my publishing house.

All right.

But what about the covers?

We normally resort to archive images, which is a lot cheaper.

What if I committed to charging less than what archive images cost?

That's not even legal.

You'd have to be an idiot to…

-It's a joke, right? -I just want a chance.

I don't need to make money right away. There'll be time for that.

I'm simply asking for your help to make my way into the market.

In return, I'll work for you for very little money.

-Forget it, that wouldn't be legal. -There must be some way, right?

You could pay me minimum wage and then I'd pay you back the difference.

Or we could pass it off as a charity thing.

That's also possible.

Think of the advantages,

custom illustrations that will fit each work like a glove.

Well, let's see your work.

All right.

They may be a bit wrinkled,

but I think you can appreciate the concept.

No, it's like this.

It's a whale.

Right there are the eyes.

Right there.

-Well look, Mr. Sánchez… -Won't you look at all of them?

I'm afraid that won't be necessary. You see…

Our editorial line calls for things more, how should I put it, realistic.

But anyone can do that!

It's a question of identity.

Our public associates us with a certain image.

-I can also make realistic drawings. -And did you bring any samples of those?

Yes, I did.

I didn't really mean to show them to you because they are…

How shall I say,

objectionable.

Politically incorrect if you understand me.

You know, obscene postures, some naked women…

Don't worry, I'm well past 18.

All right.

Here you are.

I know they're not very orthodox so to say,

but I can also draw other things like children or animals.

Do you know this woman?

Yes, more or less.

Who is she?

She's just a call girl.

She calls herself Medusa.

If you're interested, look…

I think I have her number here.

Just a minute.

Where did I put it? Here it is.

"Medusa,

young and horny.

I'll make it nice and stiff", she says.

She's my wife.

What?

How do you know my wife?

I've already told you, she's a…

You ask me for a job and the first thing you do is show me drawings of my wife

naked and in some positions…

-How could I know Medusa was your wife! -Stop calling her Medusa.

Her name isn't Medusa!

What the hell is this?

A bad joke?

I'm warning you I'm not in the mood for bullshit today.

Calm down, relax, please.

Yes?

Ah, Valeria.

Yes, everything's fine.

Yes.

All right, thank you for calling.

Tell me how you know my wife and why you have obscene drawings of her?

Tell me!

I told you, I've got her number in my address book.

What are you doing?

Excuse me, can't you do that from your own phone?

You know, my number will appear on her phone's screen.

No.

Of course it's her voice, I told you so.

Well, you can hang up now. You got the proof you needed, right?

What are you doing?

HELLO BEAUTIFUL, SORRY, BUT I CAN'T TALK ON THE PHONE NOW.

Are you using my WhatsApp?

DON'T WORRY HONEY, I UNDERSTAND, I'M VERY DISCREET.

But what the hell are you doing?

At least ask for permission, that's private stuff.

I don't give a fuck about your privacy.

Just be quiet.

-I TRUST YOU, HAVE TIME FOR ME TODAY? -WELL, RIGHT NOW, ABOUT FOUR HOURS.

What a bitch!

She really knows my schedule.

Yes, I always met her at this time.

GREAT, I'LL SEND YOU THE LOCATION

OKAY HONEY, LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING YOU

Send her the location of where we are.

My GPS doesn't work, I can't send locations.

Well, mine does.

Give me your number.

Fuck.

It's two-zero-six,

three-four-zero,

two-five-eight.

That's it, right?

All right.

Well,

I'd better get out of here.

I'm very sorry for what happened, Mr. Fuertes.

Well, I guess I'd better leave you alone.

Wait!

You're not leaving.

What?

No, I'm sorry but this is between you and your wife.

I don't want to be here when…

But you will be here when she arrives.

You and your drawings will be my witnesses.

Witnesses? Have you gone crazy or what?

I'm going to surprise my wife, and you're going to help me.

Didn't you want the illustrator's job?

You give me a hand and I'll give you a hand.

Are you blackmailing me?

No.

I'm simply offering you an opportunity that you won't get every day.

-I think this is none of my business. -Of course it's your business.

A drawing of my wife in her birthday suit…

You're not budging from here.

Here. To make the wait shorter.

It won't work.

When she looks closely at your address, she'll realize it's your office.

She doesn't know where I work.

Your wife doesn't know what you do for a living?

She knows what I do, but she doesn't know my office address.

-We never talk about it. -What do you usually talk about?

Well, about many things, about other things.

What the fuck do you care?

I simply wanted to make you see that may be the root of the problem.

The root of the problem.

How long have you been married?

About three years or so.

Three years of marriage and she doesn't know where her husband works.

I'd say that explains a lot.

Amazing!

Did you get that from your psychology textbooks?

Is that what they teach you in five years of school?

That if a man doesn't tell his wife where he works, she becomes a call girl?

Is that it?

I think you're taking it out of context.

Let me tell you something.

The communication between my wife and I may not be enviable,

but that does not justify her behavior.

If all women who have communication problems with their husbands did the same,

the Casa de Campo Park, would be like a department store.

I'm sorry.

This is not going to be a good day.

What's wrong? Don't you like it?

Well,

I don't normally drink alcohol.

Do you have anything to mix it with?

More wine.

All right.

-And what will you do when she gets here? -Tell my secretary to send her in.

-And then? -I don't know!

I'm too busy thinking about my fucking marital future.

-Do you have children? -The dog's enough for us.

Is that your opinion or that of both?

Will you shut the fucking psychology textbook once and for all?

Just trying to help.

And I'm sure there are many women who don't know where their husbands work.

Gran Via? What does she mean?

-Did she say Gran Via? -Gran Vía, Montera Street, number 34.

Shit!

-What's wrong? -Damn the fucking phone and satellite!

-What do you mean? -I fucked up, damn it!

-Fuck! -No big deal, we sent the wrong location.

We'll send it again.

It is a fucking problem, that location is from this morning.

So what if you were on Gran Via this morning?

I just sent my wife to my mistress's house.

Mistress?

So you're crying foul because your wife is unfaithful while you have a mistress?

Don't lecture me!

It's one thing to have a lover and quite another to become a whore!

So, if your wife was simply unfaithful, you wouldn't be so angry?

Take your cell phone!

-What? -Take out your phone and Call Medusa.

Come on, hurry up!

Call my wife and tell her you sent the wrong address and not to go there.

Sorry, I'll send a WhatsApp and that's it.

Idiot, what if she doesn't read it in time?

All right, I'll do both.

-One little line, she's not getting them. -Call her, dammit!

All right!

"I spend my mornings in Pilate classes, dear".

Well, exercise she gets, that whore!

-"The phone you're calling is off or out…" -Shit!

-Fuck! -She must be on line seven.

That fucking line seven never has any coverage.

Or maybe

she turns off her cell phone while she is with her customers.

That way you don't bother her while she is…

Like the cabs, with that little free or occupied sign.

-Who are you calling? -My mistress.

Noelia? Hi, honey…

Yes, it's me. Listen, just one thing…

No, I can't talk about that right now. I need you to do me a favor.

No, I'm fucking serious!

Sorry, I won't yell at you again.

Yes, your guru is right about that and so is your psychologist.

But I need you to do me a favor right now.

And I need you to be calm, all right?

My wife is on her way over.

Calm down Noelia, please.

I don't have time to explain it to you, but I need you to calm down.

I'm going to tell you what to do.

Turn off all the lights and anything that makes noise.

Then be quiet and don't open the door to anyone until I tell you.

Well, fuck the washing machine technician!

Okay, I'm sorry honey, I won't yell at you again.

No, if Buddha were in our situation, he'd also tell the technician to fuck off.

He'd meditate in the lotus position without opening the door to anyone.

Yes.

Buddha would be so proud of you, and I am too.

Thank you, Noelia.

I love you. I'll call you later.

Bye.

Neurotic?

What?

I only heard half of the conversation,

but it sounds like a typical case of neurosis.

-That's none of your business. -You're right.

But you should be interested,

because people like that are unpredictable.

There's no guarantee she won't open the door.

-I don't need to tell you, do I? -I shit on Freud,

on all neuroses and on all psychiatrists.

-You mean psychologists. It's different. -I shit on both.

I have enough neurosis for both and tons and tons of craziness today.

I think you're being too negative.

And you are adopting too much of a "ballsy" perspective.

No, seriously…

If you contemplate it coldly, it's no big deal.

Let's see, your wife will go to your mistress's house

and if she opens the door, the worst would be your wife saying something like

"Sorry, I made a mistake." and be on her way again.

It's not that easy. They move in the same circles.

They know each other and have met many times.

That'd surprise my wife.

She'd start asking Noelia questions, because she's a big gossip.

Your wife isn't that smart, believe me.

Look,

you should approach this in a more positive way,

because it's all very ugly.

But I don't think it'll get worse.

Publishing House Escalpelo, good morning.

Noelia?

Please stop shouting, Noelia. I don't understand what you're saying.

You what?

You can't be serious.

Tell me you're not fucking serious!

I'm sorry, honey,

I didn't mean to yell at you. Okay, let's take it from the beginning.

You say you opened the door, very well.

But didn't I tell you not to open the door?

Isn't that what I told you?

Noelia, listen to me. Okay, let's continue.

You opened the door. Very well and then?

You left my picture on the wall?

What idiot leaves her lover's picture in sight and then opens the door to…

No honey, I didn't mean to call you an idiot.

No, I don't mean to be a drag on your self-esteem.

If she was that upset you could have calmed her down!

No!

Buddha would never have done that!

Buddha would never have killed his lover's wife with a fork!

Shit!

-Wait! -Let me go, please!

-Are leaving me alone with this? -Yes!

It's not my fault that your wife is a whore

and your mistress a crazy bitch.

And I don't want to be an accomplice to murder!

And what are you going to do, talk to the police?

I'll pay you twice the minimum wage.

-I'm not interested -I'll hire you for twice the minimum wage.

-I'm not interested! -Triple the minimum wage, what about it?

-I think that's shit! -Shh.

-Why do I want the fucking money in jail? -You're not going to jail.

If you stay quiet, you won't go to jail.

Think about it.

Think of everything you stand to gain.

You have nothing to lose! Trust me, please.

I promise you,

if this goes wrong, I won't give your name.

-I give you my word. -Don't you understand?

I don't want to get into shit like this, I'm a good guy.

We're talking about murder.

We're talking about a fucking murder!

Listen.

I swear on my mother's grave

that Noelia's not bad.

She is a bit unstable, but she's not bad.

Are you going to let an accidental slip-up ruin her life?

An accidental slip-up is stepping in dog shit in the street,

not murdering a woman with a fucking fork!

We don't even know what exactly happened!

It may have been self-defense. Noelia told me my wife was furious.

You don't know my wife.

-I assure you she has quite a temper… -With all due respect…

You obviously don't know your wife very well!

All right.

Very well.

Noelia made a big mistake, that's clear.

But I don't think more people should suffer because of this.

People like you, you mean?

-What are you insinuating? -Well,

It would be very fucked up for you, right?

You'd go from being a respectable person in publishing

to being small fry with a high-class whore as a wife,

who cheats on her with a neurotic with psychopathic tendencies!

-Don't talk about Noelia like that! -Don't touch me!

Let go of me!

Sorry.

Noelia is the daughter of a prestigious politician.

Imagine what would happen if someone accused her of murder.

It would be in all the media, the newspapers, on TV.

It would destroy her.

And imagine her father. You're a psychologist.

They teach you empathy, right?

I can assure you that if this becomes public,

the odds of one of them committing suicide are…

Enough!

All right.

I'll try to help you with this.

But if it doesn't work out,

you don't know me.

I don't know you.

And triple the minimum wage.

Triple, done.

All right.

What now?

Well,

for the time being I think…

Noelia, sweetheart.

Are you all right my love?

Yes honey, I know you're sorry.

Listen to me, please.

No, I'm not going to call the police.

How can I be clearer? I'm not calling the police.

No, don't call your father.

Listen to me Noelia, we aren't calling your father.

We'll leave your father out of all this.

She has to get the body out of there.

Listen to me.

Noelia, everything will be all right.

Repeat after me, everything is going to be all right.

But for it to be all right, you have to do what I tell you.

Very well, we have to get the body out of your house without being seen.

I'll be right there and…

What?

She says she has already taken it out.

What?

Noelia,

you don't throw a dead body in a dumpster!

All right, Noelia, which dumpster did you throw it in?

How far is it from your house?

Are you sure nobody saw you leave it there?

Are you really sure?

No honey, I'm not questioning your abilities as a woman.

I'm sorry honey. Just listen for a minute.

Yes, you did very well. Hannibal Lecter couldn't have done better.

Now go back to your normal life.

She doesn't only kill them, she also disposes of the bodies.

Teach her to use acid and a bathtub and she'll compete with Jack the Ripper.

Don't talk like that about Noelia.

She's not a bad girl.

No.

Unless she has a fork in her hand.

That wasn't funny.

-I shouldn't have come here. -Right.

How were you supposed to know you were screwing your future boss's wife?

I didn't screw her Mr. Fuertes.

I'm engaged, you know.

She just posed for me, do you understand?

In any case, the matter seems to be settled.

As long as you keep your mouth shut, of course.

Do you doubt me?

I hardly know you. You can't expect me to trust you blindly.

Well, yes. It's the least I could demand.

I have no reason to be here.

I could go to the police right now and tell them what happened.

Would you really do that?

No.

I didn't say I would go, simply that I could go.

-Are you trying to blackmail me? -No.

I don't blackmail. I'm not like you!

-Are you calling me a blackmailer? -Yes, I am.

-You've blackmailed me for a while now. -Okay, we got off on the wrong foot.

Let's forget all this.

Some things aren't easy to forget, Mr. Fuertes.

-Four times minimum wage, final offer. -See?

You're blackmailing me again!

This isn't blackmail, damn it. It's an offer!

-Forget it, let's leave it at triple. -I didn't say I didn't want the quadruple.

-And now who is blackmailing whom? -If you ever imply that again, I swear…

Hang on.

Hello?

Yes, that's me.

It's the police!

That can't be.

Yes.

That's terrible.

Yes, of course.

-They've already discovered the body. -Shit.

They found her cell phone on the body.

The last number on the incoming calls was mine.

-I told you not to use my phone! -Shit, what a moron.

Who leaves a cell phone on a corpse?

Don't make me answer that question.

Yes.

I'm here.

It's just the shock.

Of course I have an alibi for this morning.

Of course I understand, you're just doing your job.

-They're asking for my alibi! -So invent something.

-You want me to lie to law enforcement? -For your own good.

-Four times. -What?

Four times the minimum wage.

All yours, but make something up for God's sake.

Yes, sorry, I'm fine.

At that time I was with my girlfriend.

Well, I prefer to call her my sentimental…

Alicia Núñez Olarte.

Yes. San Lucio Street, 50.

Yes, six-two-six

seven-four-three

two-four-five.

This afternoon?

Well, I'm a bit busy because…

All right, in that case I'll make time.

The police station on Montera street.

Yes, I think I can find it.

All right. Thank you.

-Well, did they buy it? -Yes, they did.

But there's a small problem, I haven't seen Alicia all day!

Is there a way to reach her and talk to her?

What do you think I'm doing, playing Candy Crush?

The line isn't busy so we called before the police.

Won't it seem suspicious if they notice the phone's busy at this very moment?

Do you have a better idea?

Shit, voicemail.

She must have left her phone in the apartment again.

-Lucy's house. -Does this Lucy have a landline?

Yes.

Lucy, is Alicia with you?

I don't have time to be polite, Lucy!

No, there's nothing wrong, but I need to talk to Alicia asap,

so if she's there, put her on.

And where did she go?

The Black Widow?

And what the hell is that?

A clothing store?

A store called The Black Widow. Write it down.

-It's not an easy name to forget. -When did she leave?

Okay.

Listen, you don't have the number of that store, do you?

Never mind, forget it.

Thanks again.

Valeria, I need you to do me a favor.

I need the number of a store called The Black Widow.

Yes. Thank you, Valeria. Oh, one more thing!

If someone comes asking for me, tell them I've gone out.

To buy flowers, to renew my ID, make something up for the love of God!

Thank you, Valeria.

If she's in that store we'll find her.

She left Lucy's almost half an hour ago.

No one takes that long in a clothing store.

Never make the mistake of underestimating a woman.

Besides, you have to add the time spent in the store to the time needed to get there.

Did your friend tell you how far that place is from her house?

No, I didn't think to ask.

Look at me.

Repeat this with me, it's going to work out well.

Stop trying that with me. I'm not your mistress.

And I already know that trick.

-Okay? -We'll find her before the police do.

One, we know where she's headed, they don't.

Two, we're in a bigger hurry to find her than they are.

If she's not in that store, we'll move heaven and earth till we find her.

I doubt the police will do the same.

It's very easy to say that, but my head's on the line, not yours.

Yes, but I'm the one who lost his wife.

Don't forget that.

And I'd say you're not too upset.

Yes.

Do you have it, Valeria?

Nine-one-five-three… Okay, thank you.

Miss,

I need to ask you a favor.

I need to talk to one of your clients.

Yes, I'm sure, but I doubt they're all called Alicia Núñez.

No, this isn't a joke, please just ask for Alicia Núñez,

and if someone answers, tell her that…

…that her sentimental partner needs to talk with her.

Okay, thank you.

Cross your fingers.

Yes?

Are you sure?

And you don't know if she was there and then went somewhere else?

Yes, what a question, I know.

Look,

she's a redhead with curls.

I don't suppose many curly redheads have been there.

It's the hairstyle in fashion? She's had it since she was eight!

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…

I don't know how she was dressed.

Hold on a second.

Lucy, I need you to tell me what Alicia was wearing.

Well, fucking think please!

Let's see, think. Was she wearing her green outfit?

Her black dress?

Neither?

Are you sure? Okay.

Miss, are you still there? Miss?

She was wearing a black dress. I mean a yellow sweater.

Damn, she was wearing a yellow sweater

and, just a second,

Lucy, a yellow sweater…

A yellow sweater and green pants.

Really?

And how long ago did she leave?

Could you go outside and see if she's still around, please?

It's a question of life or death! I'll pay you anything!

Thank you very much.

Lucy?

No, nothings wrong, it's just that…

No, I'm not in trouble.

Look, I'll personally explain it to you another day, okay?

Will they find her?

Anyways Lucy, if you talk to her before I do,

tell her not to talk to anyone until she talks with me, okay?

Yes, really Lucy…

Thank you for not asking.

Hello?

Sweetheart!

I finally found you! Listen.

No, I know Alicia. Alicia, calm down! Listen to me.

Listen.

If the police call, tell them I was with you all day until 15 minutes ago.

Don't be like that, Alicia!

Will you listen to me, please?

Do you trust me?

You understood the question perfectly.

Now, for once, I'm the one asking you to trust me,

and to do what I tell you without asking.

I know I'm asking too much, Alicia.

That's why I'm asking you and not someone else!

Yes, I promise I'm not doing anything wrong Alicia.

I'm just…

I'm helping a friend, that's all.

Thank you, Alicia, I knew I could count on you.

You know what?

I love you.

Alicia?

Alicia?

She's not answering.

-Maybe the line went dead. -No. It works, but she stopped talking.

Hey, what's going on over there? Alicia, answer me!

Answer me, dammit!

-This doesn't sound good. -Don't you say!

Miss? Where's the girl who was on the phone a moment ago?

How many were there?

What did they look like?

-What happened? -Will you shut the fuck up!

Yes.

Yes, she was my girlfriend.

I'm sorry too.

Did they kill her?

Don't fucking say that! No, they didn't kill her.

They only took her.

The shots were aimed at the ceiling but they didn't kill her.

Two guys grabbed her

just like that,

and dragged her to a car parked outside the store.

Did the clerk tell you what they looked like?

They were wearing suits and ties.

One had a mustache.

The other had long hair and a large scar on his cheek.

At least we know what they look like.

Few people in this town have a mustache or long hair and a scar on their cheek.

-Only some 200,000 or so. -But that's few people in such a big city.

Well, that doesn't make me feel better.

Why her?

It must be coincidence, they probably have the wrong person.

Yes.

No, don't hurt her, please.

Of course I'll collaborate but don't hurt her! I beg you not to hurt her.

What stone?

I'm sorry, but I don't know what you mean.

No, I assure you that I'm not being clever.

I don't…

No, I didn't kill Medusa! I swear to you!

Yes, it's true that I talked to her! But I didn't see her.

But how was I to know that Medusa had that between her legs?

I told you I didn't even see her!

Sorry. No, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to yell at you.

I just want you to understand I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Please!

But how do you want me to get it if…?

I swear I'm telling the whole truth. Please don't hurt her.

Please.

I give you my word.

Who were they?

-I have no idea. -What did they want?

Apparently,

your wife

had a…

very valuable stone

inside her vagina.

It belongs to the men who kidnapped Alicia.

It seems that that fucking stone

was no longer in the body

when they found it in the dumpster.

They think I murdered your wife to get the stone.

They said they'll kill Alicia if I don't return it within half an hour.

-They said they'd call back. -When?

Fuck, I don't know! I didn't think to ask!

-I think it's time to call the police. -No!

We're not calling the police.

We're keeping the police on the sidelines.

Are you out of your mind? This is getting out of hand.

I don't give a damn about your reputation or your fucking mistress.

-I couldn't care less. -Well, think a little, damn it!

Don't you realize that the police are also involved in this?

Or at least part of the police force, a very effective part.

Analyze the facts.

You talk with the police

and tell them that you spent the morning with a certain Alicia Núñez.

A few minutes later, some guys locate this Alicia Núñez and use her against you.

Shit.

Those guys also know you were the last person to call my wife,

that you're in a relationship with Alicia Nuñez,

and that there's no precious stone inside a fucking vagina.

And who can know those three things?

-The Police. -The Police.

And judging by the speed with which they act, there must be a lot of them.

-We screwed up. -Don't say that.

We'll find a way to fix this on our own.

And how can we do that if we don't know anything about that stone?

We'll find out, but we have to hurry, because time is against us.

It won't do any good.

Listen to me.

I'm not dropping it.

You helped me, and I'll help you.

We'll find that fucking stone.

-Where do we start? -First, we have to think.

With so little time we can't afford to act blindly.

What have we got?

We have a woman with a precious stone in her vagina. Why?

A secure means of transportation.

-What? -Look…

Imagine you have to

take valuable merchandise from one part of town to another.

Some people use armored vans and the like.

But robbing an armored van must be relatively easy.

Of course,

no one raids a means of transport they don't know exists.

I see what you're getting at.

A so-called "client" sticks the stone in Medusa's vagina.

The woman walks across town unnoticed, reaches her destination,

where a new client only has to insert his fingers and…

You're unbelievably cold when talking about your own wife.

Ex-wife.

And if it all happened that way,

something tells me she was more than just a whore.

-And I'm afraid she wasn't a freelancer. -Very well, okay.

We figured out why the stone was inside a pussy.

-How does that help us? -To tell you the truth, I don't know.

Let's see.

Prostitute "A" comes out of place "B" with stone "S" between her legs.

When her body is found in dumpster "D", the stone is gone.

The question is, why isn't it there?

There are three possibilities.

One, the stone came out of her vagina before reaching your lover's house.

Two, the stone came out at your lover's house.

Three, the stone came out after leaving your lover's house,

possibly in the dumpster.

I would rule out that last hypothesis.

How can a stone come out of a vagina in a dumpster?

Maybe a necrophiliac vagrant, or an animal passing by…

-I would rule out that possibility. -Why?

Because if that were true, we would really be screwed.

Fuck.

You're right, hypothesis ruled out.

And at your mistress's house?

Noelia?

No, she's weird, but she doesn't explore the genitals

of a corpse with a fork down her throat!

I didn't mean to imply that.

It's the only way I can think of to get the stone out at Noelia's house.

Don't forget the most logical way.

Maybe it was Medusa herself who pulled it out of there.

Then she would have done it right before arriving at Noelia's house.

But that would contradict everything we've deduced so far.

This method of transport is only secure if Medusa keeps the stone inside.

Maybe something induced her to take it out.

Our phone call?

Yes, she must have thought she had a new client.

And she took it out so that when the client penetrated her…

No. Medusa knows I only call her to draw.

She knew there would be no sex with me.

If she took that stone out, it was for some other reason.

What makes a woman pull something out of her pussy?

-Of course, that's it! -What?

Her period!

She had her period! That's why she had to take it out.

So all of this is happening because of a period?

Yes, her physiological needs made her take it out of there

and leave it elsewhere.

But where the fuck did she leave it?

Surely in a place nearby, to keep an eye on it.

-Maybe in a pocket? -No.

-It would have been with the body. -Unless it fell out of the pocket.

It's easier for a stone to fall out of a pocket and into the dumpster

than out of a vagina.

We'll search that container from top to bottom.

Wait! The time we have left is very valuable.

I'm not going to risk it on a guess.

Put yourself in their shoes.

They must've searched that container from top to bottom.

Right.

What about your mistress's house?

-At Noelia's? -Yes.

I don't think she emptied the pockets before dumping the body.

She wouldn't have left the cell phone.

But suppose that instead of falling out of a pocket into the container,

it fell out in Noelia's apartment.

The stone could be over there!

Why the hell didn't I think of that before?

I'm calling Noelia.

We were so slow to react, damn it!

Noelia honey, just one thing.

No, nothing's wrong! Just one question.

Did my wife happen to leave a stone at your place?

No, I don't know what kind of stone. A stone that looks very valuable.

No, it's not mine,

but I really need to find it. Can you look for it?

No honey, I'm sorry.

Yes.

And how can you be sure if you haven't looked?

Okay, I won't yell at you again. Perfect, look for that stone, will you?

I'll call you in a few minutes to see if you've found it.

Yes, I love you.

And Noelia, don't tell anyone about this, okay?

Not your father either! Don't talk with anyone, please.

Yes, I love you. Very well, bye.

This works if the stone's there. What if it isn't?

I don't know.

If we only knew what this stone looked like.

All we know is that it fits in a vagina.

I was thinking…

If anyone wants to transport that stone secretly,

it's because they obtained it illegally.

So its theft cannot go unnoticed, right?

Let's see what's in today's news.

Murder…

Death…

There's nothing about a fucking robbery.

Death…

Arson… Fuck!

Look at this.

How realistic is this drawing?

When I want to be realistic, I'm better than a camera, why?

Is this my wife's bag?

Yes.

I never imagined she'd have a bag like this.

It was always with her. Look at the drawings.

-Do you think the stone's in that bag? -Who knows.

Noelia, it's me again. Just one more thing.

Look around the apartment for a red heart-shaped bag.

Well, look for it!

Are you sure?

No, I'm not doubting you, sweetheart.

Okay, do what you want. Perfect. That's fine.

Where are you going?

Noelia,

I don't think it's the right time to go shopping.

When I told you to go back to normal life, that's not what I meant.

Okay, honey. Yes, you can go see your father.

But don't tell him anything!

No, don't tell him anything about this, please.

Noelia, your father works for the government.

If he finds out you're involved in a murder,

he'll call the police, and we don't want that, do we?

Very well, have fun. Bye.

Are you really going to believe her. She can't even think straight!

Don't talk about Noelia like that, dammit.

It hasn't even been five minutes! She hasn't had time to look for it!

No need to look very hard! She didn't drag the body all over the house.

Well, with Noelia I wouldn't be surprised.

Stop thinking about my mistress!

There are a thousand other places where that stone could be.

Great.

We're looking for a stone of unknown aspect that could be anywhere.

Fuck! It wasn't events we had to check. What a shitty memory!

I read the news this morning, dammit!

VICTORY OF DIPLOMACY…

That's it.

Victory of Diplomacy between Spain and Albezistan.

-Yes. I think I saw something on TV. -Look here.

"After several months of hard work, Tomás de la Cierva,

Spanish ambassador in Albezistan, successfully concluded the signing

of the diplomatic treaty between our country and the king of Albezistan.

This treaty will end more than three decades of bitter…"

Here.

"As a token of confidence, the King of Albezistan ceded to the Bank of Spain

the custody of an 88-carat emelite,

unique in its kind and the most valuable piece of the crown's treasure."

-You think it's the same stone? -I don't know, but it could be.

Is that the ambassador?

Yes, that's Tomás de la Cierva.

Look at his bodyguards.

It could be coincidence,

but in the last few minutes I stopped believing in coincidences.

Do you realize what this means?

This isn't a simple robbery! There is much more at stake.

It's sabotage to diplomacy disguised as theft.

Promoted by the person who made the king of Albezistan sign this treaty.

But that doesn't make sense!

Why try so hard to get a treaty signed if you plan to sabotage it on the same day?

And who cares?

I care that they have my girlfriend and will kill her if we don't do something.

I have to tell you something.

My mistress's full name is

Noelia de la Cierva.

The ambassador is her father.

Wow!

That's all we needed.

Wasn't she going to call her father?

Yes, she went shopping, and then visit her father.

And do you think she'll keep her mouth shut?

-No. -Okay, no need to swear it to me.

I told her to go and see her father as usual.

Leave that! We have more important things to do.

-Really? -Yes.

What things?

Call the corrupt cops to tell them the ambassador stole an 88-carat gemstone?

Or call the ambassador and ask him to return your "love interest" to us?

Yes, if you know him, you should talk to him.

-He hates me for screwing his daughter. -It's not difficult to hate you.

-What the hell are you doing now? -Call her on her cell phone.

Shit! The damn voicemail.

Noelia,

if you get this message, please don't go see your father!

I'll explain later.

Bye honey, I love you.

-We have to locate her. -Put that down!

The kidnappers will call back any moment, and we don't know where that rock is!

Come down from the clouds!

I'm trying to locate my mistress to save our lives!

They went for your girlfriend because they couldn't find you.

They don't know you're here but if she tells her father they'll kill us.

What am I saying, kill us?

They're going to torture us to get information we don't have.

I don't care!

-I'd trade my life for Alicia's. -This is not a bank.

Do whatever the fuck you want.

I'll help you but in the meantime,

trying to find Noelia seems to be the best alternative.

And how the fuck will you find her?

The same way we located your girlfriend a few minutes ago.

That was different because we knew which store to call.

Yes, Valeria, don't worry, everything is fine.

I need you to send me the latest charges on a credit card.

The number is seven-seven-seven-seven four-seven-seven-eight-four-four.

Yes, e-mail it to me as soon as you can.

Thank you, Valeria.

-What are you playing at now? -Noelia has access to my bank account.

With her password, we can see what she bought,

and where she bought it at the exact moment she paid for it.

She's a textbook lover.

Wow!

Looks like you're doing well.

I haven't always been a book publisher.

And you wanted to hire me for less than minimum wage, right?

We'll discuss that later, now focus.

She's at the Corte Ingles.

Valeria, I need the number of the Corte Ingles on Callao.

Where's my fucking pencil?

Nine-one-five-one…

Thank you, Valeria.

Keep checking the purchases!

Let's see, two coats,

a scarf, a pair of gloves,

and a selfie extender?

-She must be in the clothing section. -At what time?

Ten minutes ago.

Pray as hard as you can.

Hello, could you put me through to the ladies clothing section?

Thank you.

I hate that fucking waiting music!

Miss, could you ask if a Noelia de la Cierva is in your section?

Okay, thank you very much.

Yes?

All right, thank you very much.

-We'll keep looking. -Is she there?

No, there's no Noelia de la Cierva in that section.

Fuck, we missed her.

We'll keep checking her purchases.

That's the only way to locate her.

I never understood why people buy a stick to take selfies.

What the hell are you talking about?

About your neurotic lover who bought a selfie extender.

Isn't that for penis enlargement?

No, it's a device to take pictures of yourself with your cell phone.

Fuck.

She's crazy about social networks.

She's always taking pictures of herself, especially with a new coat.

VERY HAPPY WITH MY NEW PURCHASES

It was her.

-That doesn't prove anything. -That doesn't prove anything?

It was her, she lied to you!

She said she couldn't find the red bag and we just saw her with it!

-Maybe she found it after talking to me. -After what?

Look at what she bought just now,

warm clothes, a ticket to Helsinki, and a suitcase.

What's the matter? Is she suddenly in tourist mode?

She found out about Medusa.

-And pulled one over on her father. -Don't talk nonsense!

Noelia is incapable of something so devious.

-We don't know if the stone's in that bag! -You know as well as I do that it is.

Noelia…

She lives in wonderland, haven't you noticed?

Yes, but it's not the fault of the rest of us that that fucking woman

lives with rabbits and talking cards.

And I'm not letting an unbalanced woman cause the death of my girlfriend!

I'm that much of a maniac!

Maybe Noelia's not well, but she's not a bad person.

Well, I wouldn't be so sure. Think, damn it!

How much time passed between her telling you she killed Medusa

and her telling you she'd dumped the body?

Not even five minutes!

You expect me to believe

that woman can take a corpse out of a building in less than five minutes

and dump it without being seen?

No one's that fast!

What the fuck are you getting at?

What I'm getting at

is that when you warned your mistress about Medusa going to her house,

Medusa was probably already dead!

While we thought she was alive, your crazy mistress was already dumping the body!

Shut up!

Your giving Medusa the wrong address didn't make any difference,

because your mistress was already planning on killing her.

You have no fucking idea what you're saying!

And about the cell phone…

Medusa always carried her phone in her red purse.

Why didn't I think of that?

If they left it in the dumpster, it was on purpose.

Your mistress put it in the dumpster to incriminate me.

Now you're the one getting paranoid.

There's only one person here who refuses to accept reality,

and it's not me!

-Don't answer it. -Let go of my hand.

Give me the phone.

What do you want?

Call the police to say the ambassador's daughter stole an 88-karate stone?

-They won't buy it. -They will, it's the truth.

I won't let Alicia die!

Give me the phone.

-Aah! -Give me the fucking phone.

I won't give you the phone, understand?

Understood.

-Fuck! -Shit!

Give me the fucking phone.

Let go of me.

Let go of me!

Valeria?

Yes,

I'm perfectly fine.

No, don't worry.

Everything's under control.

Don't worry.

It's all under control. Thank you for calling, Valeria.

They killed her.

We can't call them back.

We don't have their number.

You signed Alicia's death warrant.

I hope that makes your life happier, because you just ruined mine.

Please,

drop the knife.

Stop telling me what to do!

It's not your fucking specialty!

I'm not your secretary.

Calm down, please.

-I'll fix this, I assure you. -Yes, you're will.

Pick up the phone.

Call the embassy.

-Are you going to talk to the ambassador? -No!

I'm not talking to the ambassador, you are.

You don't know Tomás de la Cierva.

-He's not a man who gives in easily. -Neither do I.

Pick up that damn phone!

Come on.

Come on.

-I can't. -What the fuck are you doing?

Pick up the phone or I swear I'll kill you.

I won't let Noelia die because of a simple guess.

If you don't I'll kill you because they're going to kill Alicia.

Pick up the phone.

And do you think they'll forget about us?

If I talk to the ambassador, they'll come for us!

Pick up the phone!

I swear that if…

Cut the bullshit!

Who the hell do you think you are?

What right do you have to decide who lives and who dies?

They took your girlfriend? Well, fuck you!

What the fuck do you want me to do?

This is none of my fucking business.

You were right.

I can't presume

to know my women well.

Police? I want to report a murder.

A neighbor of mine,

called Noelia de la Cierva, killed a woman.

I saw it from my window.

I saw

how she took a stone out of her vagina.

No,

I can't give you my name, I'm sorry.

Noelia? If you'll get this message…

Please listen to what I have to say.

I called the Police

and told them that I saw you kill my wife.

You know that telling the police

is the same as telling your father and his men.

So I ask you to, please,

leave that stone in your house and go far away.

Please, heed my advice and go far away.

Until your father forgets about you.

By the way,

it's over between us.

I'm very sorry about what happened.

By now

the kidnappers must know who has the gem.

If they have a shred of honor, they'll leave your girlfriend alone.

And what guarantees do we have they will?

None.

We have no guarantee.

But what else can we do?

Just wait.

You know that the police will come for you, don't you?

Do you think I care about that at this point?

You know,

today was by far the worst day of my entire life.

Well,

I suppose it could have been worse.

It's funny, this morning I was

telling a writer

the meaning of Deux ex Machina,

Do you know what it is?

The truth is that

they don't teach us that much Latin in our degree programs.

Well, it's an expression used in classical theater.

When everything was wrong,

they'd lower a god

who fixed everything as if by magic.

They'd lower him with a pulley system,

hence the name.

Now it's used

to define a writer

who pulls things out of his sleeve, and fixes everything just because.

I find it hard to believe things happen just because.

I've always believed in coincidence.

Maybe we missed something.

Stop being such a psychologist.

You won't find your girl there.

Not my girl,

but your wife.

Medusa, look!

What do you mean?

Well, that your wife's not dead, she's here with your mistress.

I don't understand a thing.

Son of a bitch!

I don't understand anything!

If you didn't like that,

you'll like this even less.

They played you.

I don't know how but you've been played.

19 TRANSACTIONS

Shit.

I don't understand anything.

THANKS FOR THE VOICEMAILS, WE HAD A GOOD LAUGH.

IT SEEMS YOU FIGURED IT ALL OUT BY YOURSELF.

CHECK YOUR BRIEFCASE, I LEFT YOU A PRESENT. THEY'LL PICK IT UP SHORTLY.

GOOD RIDDANCE YOU LYING BASTARD.

My god!

They played you. I told you you didn't know your wife.

Fuck, she's a whore and also a lesbian!

Fuck!

Police?

Yes, I want to report a robbery.

The stone.

The stone.

The stone.

What do we do?

-What do we do? -We have to call the police.

No, wait, please. This could save my girlfriend, please.

-We have to call the kidnappers. -We don't have their number.

What do we…?

Your wife's message.

What about it?

It said they'd pick it up.

-No! -No!

Oh, God!

No! Not me, please!

Not me, please!

I just wanted to draw, really.

All right!

YOUNG MAN MURDERS EDITOR FOR NOT HIRING HIM

YOUNG WOMAN WITH APPARENT AMNESIA FOUND IN MADRID RIO

Subtitle translation by: Marouchka Heijnen

IN MEMORY OF JOSÉ ANGEL HEREDIA VÉLEZ "JOSITO"