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Once upon a time, there was a good shepherd

who ran away with the blackest sheep.

The rest of the herd were surprised such a righteous man

could have fallen for that little whore.

And green with envy, they went after them.

Excuse me, miss. People are waiting.

And they all stood in awe

when they got out of a yellow Camaro.

Do you know how they got it?

So, what do you think?

They sold the black sheep's wool.

Next day, they were ran over by the Camaro.

You have my business card.

Jealous bitches.

Take a sit, Miss.

BASED ON XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL

CHAPTER 11: LOOKING FOR MY YELLOW CAMARO

Are you going up?

What is wrong?

Can I have a kiss?

You kiss me.

No.

You don't deserve it.

You didn't call all weekend.

Neither did you.

Do you want to tell me something?

Yes.

Are you fucking Guerrero?

Who told you that?

Is that a yes?

No, it means I have nothing to do with that guy.

- God! - Shit.

No!

- Anybody? - Hello!

Help!

- Hello? - Yes?

The elevator stopped. We are two people here.

I'll send you a technician.

So, you spy on me

because you think I am fucking the boss?

I don't do that.

Then, why do you get information from my parents?

- Did they tell you that? - No.

I heard my dad's message in your answering machine.

I did it for the novel.

You never tell me anything.

What do you mean? What novel?

I am writing a story.

About me?

No.

But it is based on you.

Girl betrayed by her lover.

Congratulations. Best seller.

I did it to know more about you.

About your flight.

How come you know about that?

It is the first result when you Google

Rosa del Alba Rosas Valdivia.

You are a fucking stalker, then.

No.

I told you who I am.

My Guardian Devil.

I pretended to be a journalist and called your parents.

They would give me information in exchange for money.

Typical.

They sent me some data. Nothing useful.

I never met them, I swear.

Well, you won't contact them again.

I won't.

But first, you will tell me who the fuck are you.

Imagine if I had told you the truth back then?

If I had come clean about my tricks

and the real reasons I left New York,

had we fucked so delightfully so many times?

Look, I don't feel proud about some bits of my past,

but I don't regret anything.

That is life.

It gives you obstacles and you choose to overcome them

or keep stuck in the same fucking spot.

For instance, my parents' misdeeds.

They come from their fucking way of thinking.

Or the opposite.

That's why they never progress.

At least, I do think through the shit I do.

Fucking thief.

That day, I had enough time to chicken out.

But I didn't.

That was my way out.

My chance to return to Mexico victorious.

With a ton of dollars.

Besides, in Mexico, one has resources.

Legal or not,

but there are plenty.

How did you survive in such an expensive city

with just a thousand dollars?

Why so many questions, Pig?

Don't you trust me?

You said you didn't see your family in years.

Well, we would speak once in a while.

Even so, it was a long time, right?

My family chose me an unsuitable life.

Rosalba's life.

Violetta dreamed of living...

Violetta dreamed of stop being a fucking hayseed.

Period.

Fuck!

Don't laugh, asshole. I am scared.

I always say I ran from home to be free.

But that is not true.

I did it to create my own slavery.

More perfect, more solid.

Custom-made to my ambitions.

You know?

One of the first things I did when I came back,

was sneaking into my parents house.

It was just as ugly as when I ran away.

Cheap and plasticky.

Full of ugly memories.

- Dear... - There must be more boxes!

...Santa.

Want to hear the saddest Christmas story in the world?

Please, write that I want the castle we saw on Saturday...

When we were kids,

my mom would write our letters to Santa

to make sure we asked for the recycled shit

she had already gotten.

Write your name.

Do you know where she got the toys from?

She stole them from the Red Cross collection.

Then, she would gift-wrap them so they seemed new.

Carefully! No, no, no!

I spent my childhood playing with stained teddy bears,

one-armed dolls,

and wore socks full of holes.

Santa Claus can't go back!

And every Christmas, I would cry in my room,

because I thought, according to Santa,

that I was a poor girl.

This is yours!

- She is Rosalba like you. - Like you.

See?

Santa knows my name is Violetta!

Santa Claus is not real!

So, one day, I wrote him a letter.

Dear Santa,

I am not Rosalba.

My real name is Violetta.

And I was adopted by this horrible family.

Next Christmas, send me back to my real home.

It is on 5th Avenue

and the door is full of diamonds.

Then I got it.

You can only have good memories

by writing your own story, Diablo.

Now, as a newly graduate from New York streets,

I had the chance to be whoever I wanted.

First, I got a nice apartment.

Then, a good boyfriend.

His name was Jaime

and his last name was "Filmmaker".

He would introduce himself as such.

Jaime, Filmmaker.

Are you ready?

We are late again because of you.

How do you like this dress?

It is perfect. Is it from New York?

Yes.

Isn't it too elegant?

I told you it is perfect.

Why are you nervous?

Firstly, I have never been to a premiere.

Secondly, I am meeting your team.

Thirdly, I am meeting their wives, too.

To the Kurosawa from a posh neighborhood

and their producers.

I will go for a drink.

You tricked me, motherfucker.

Shoot already.

Come on.

Shoot!

How are you, doll?

What a surprise! How did you do it?

You ran away wearing...

a wedding dress and now...

you seem a lady...

in the most boring party ever.

How did you do it?

I was scared to death...

thinking you were hurt...

or dead.

Only if I had stayed with you in New York.

Come on.

We both know New York's game...

had to end, right?

Congratulations.

You dropped out in time.

What the hell are you doing here?

Nothing.

Baby!

I prefer "doll".

I'm sorry, doll.

Is everything okay?

Antonio Guerrero, an acquaintance from New York.

An acquaintance?

I am an acquaintance, nice to meet you.

I am Jaime.

Jaime is filmmaker.

But I didn't do this one.

- A filmmaker? - Yes.

We have almost finished a...

Can we go out for a smoke, darling?

Of course, gorgeous.

- Would you excuse us? - Sure.

- It was a pleasure. - Nice to meet you as well.

It was nice to see you, Rosalba.

Come on!

We have been here for hours!

Come here.

Sit down.

Let's get the fuck out of this agency.

Okay.

Seriously!

Far away. Out of Mexico.

That far?

I don't get you.

You asked me for space a few days ago.

I wasn't telling you my whole life in an elevator then.

I wanted to live my own film, you know?

But I didn't have many choices.

I haven't told you how I came back,

because it is fucking embarrassing.

But if I don't, you won't understand me.

What the hell are you doing here?

And how the hell did you get in?

Calm down, Rosalba.

- Your boyfriend kindly found you. - He is not my boyfriend.

I told you we were having some problems,

but, please, sit down.

Darling...

we are very glad you came back.

When were you planning to call us?

Never.

I don't owe you anything.

I am sorry, but you owe us a lot.

To begin with, 217 thousand dollars.

Do you still believe that money was yours?

Ros, honey...

We are going to offer you a deal.

You can pay us part of the debt monthly

and we promise not to bother you anymore.

It is a good deal, honey. It is fair.

Go now.

Honey, don't be rude to your parents, they came...

I am sorry, I don't know what got into her.

I will see you out.

- I can tell you are a good man. - Thank you.

I am really sorry. Be safe.

Damn! Your parents are assholes.

I underestimated them when you told me about them.

Oh, doll.

You leave a fucking mess everywhere you go.

New York was really something.

It really was.

I don't know if you have heard, but...

Henry killed himself.

Well...

how would you know if you left without saying goodbye?

He went to my place...

and we argued.

He was tired of waiting for her mom's visa.

And he tried to fuck me up.

But he didn't have the balls.

Then, he was found at his place

lying on the floor holding a gun, he blew his brains out.

Apparently, all his savings had been stolen.

Go figure.

All his savings.

Why are you here?

I want us to work together again.

I mean...

you have got quite a debt with your parents and...

you need the job.

No?

No.

It is a lot of dough.

I am not interested.

Why?

You don't trust me anymore?

I don't do that anymore.

Milton doesn't think so.

In fact...

before coming here, he told me...

"If you find that slut, I will make you rich".

I don't know what mess you got in, but...

he wants your head and offered me a lot of dough.

So... you don't have many choices, doll.

Look.

I need you to go to this address...

tomorrow at 9 a.m.

As you saw, it is very easy to sell you.

I already sold you to your parents,

don't make me do it to Milton.

And don't run away.

You are very easy to find.

All right?

Tomorrow at 9.

It is time you know.

Antonio Guerrero, also known as Nefastófeles.

Yes, your boss.

Our boss.

Jaime never hurt me.

He was such a girl.

But Nefas is the devil himself.

And of all the influential friends he boasted of,

I only met Henry.

Besides, to tell you the truth...

I must confess I even liked him.

I never wanted to fuck him up out of hate, resentment

or any other reason I fucked the others up in the past.

It was a moment when I thought:

"Let's do it. I need the money".

I didn't think of the consequences, so, that is that.

Punish me accordingly.

Guerrero promised you papers?

Supposedly, his uncle was a consul and would get me a visa.

But... that didn't happen.

So, I came back to Mexico.

I guess he feels he owes me, so he offered me the job.

And you agreed to work for him.

Yes...

and then something happened.

I know, you are going to kill me, I am late.

No! Don't start dinner without me!

I am grabbing a cab. All right.

I think you didn't understand.

Wasn't I clear enough?

I said 9 a.m.

9 a.m.!

- Why don't you get another whore? - Shut up!

I get to choose if you live or die.

Can't you understand you are mine?

You are mine, God damn it! Mine!

I want you at the office at 9 a.m. all dolled up.

Got it?

Did you get it or not, asshole?

- Yes. - 9 a.m.

Yes.

Yes.

That motherfucker.

What did you do then?

Jaime is an idiot.

I moved house, changed my number and took his job offer.

Fucking lunatic.

If he lays a hand on you again...

...I swear I will kill him.

So, what do you want me to do?

I want you to call that filmmaker...

and break up with him right now.

No fucking way.

Isn't it enough to be your prisoner?

You will have to work with many clients in the agency, doll.

Jaime doesn't have to know about it.

Doll...

...he will!

When you won't fuck him because you are tired.

Have you forgotten you earned a lot as a whore?

I am not in New York anymore.

I don't need to do it to live well.

You are wrong, doll.

Here, you have to be a whore, so you are not just another hayseed.

Call him.

That was it.

We knew we would betray each other.

But we knew to work as a team, too.

Jaime...

It's not clear...

May I have your attention, please?

This is my new executive assistant.

Rosalba.

Say hi, don't be rude.

Hi, everyone.

I am very grateful to Mr. Guerrero for this opportunity.

The elevator is fixed, guys!

I get it now. Guerrero helped you.

But you are even now, right?

Yes.

Finally!

Hey...

...have you ever ridden a Camaro?

No. Why?

The proposal is to launch on TV

a different campaign every two months.

Gender violence, pay inequity, prostitution...

Could it be one subject per month?

Honestly, I don't think we will get there.

I think it is key we approach all the subjects

that the ONG deals with.

Not only gender violence.

Gentlemen, it is very important these advertisements

reflect our philosophy.

After all, they are 20 years devoted to women.

Marina's proposal sounds good to me.

12 months are 12 reasons to get associates.

Right, but we will need another copy.

What is the budget for this campaign?

The same as in the last one.

Gentlemen, we are dealing with an ONG,

not a multinational. The budget can't change.

Sure!

Well, we don't need to hire anybody else.

I could help you from the office.

Well, if you agree.

You know I can't say no to you.

To be clear, I am EQUAL's president,

but the boss is Marina.

Well, unless anybody has something to add,

you may sign the contract with Guerrero.

Shall we proceed?

- May I come in? - Sure, come in!

I just wanted to congratulate you on your idea.

I liked it a lot.

Thanks for offering your service.

You will help us a lot.

Don't worry, I won't bother you that much.

I know you are the creative.

Would you like to grab some coffee?

- God, I am very busy... - It is okay.

But we can have breakfast tomorrow.

I am an early bird.

I practice yoga.

It takes a lot of inner peace to stand this environment.

I see. Honestly, I don't think I could get up that early.

Well, I will see you around.

- Sure. - Have a good day.

You, too.

What about her?

She is young, but she is hot, right?

Yes, she is.

And... these two...

- These two... - Yes.

And this one.

- This miss, too. - Sure.

I will call my cousin and arrange everything.

How is the money thing going?

Fine, I will make you a deposit later.

Perfect.

Has Carballo made any questions?

He never does.

- Unlike his father. - That is right.

- Very well. - Right.

Enough said. See you tonight.

- Perfect, partner. - I will see you out, partner.

Excuse me.

I can't believe you sold your grandma's house.

It was too big for me.

Well, I liked the other better.

Shit.

I have to go.

Where are you going? Do you want a ride?

- No, I will grab a cab. - Hold on.

Your keys.

Hello?

Good afternoon.

We are Rosalba's parents.

Hello?

I am Ana, her mom.

Was the information we gave you useful?

Yes, it was fine.

I am glad.

Guess what? We found her diary.

And we think you could be very interested in it.

But the price would be a bit higher.

But not much more higher than the last time.

Okay, I will buy it.

Shall we send it to you?

Do you mind if we meet this time?

As you wish, boy.

What are we waiting for, sir?

Come on, Dweeb. Relax.

Have a puff.

And offer some to the clients, they are becoming bored.

- Come on. - Yes.

Do you know Calícula island?

Calícula island?

What is that? From "Pirates of the Caribbean"?

You don't know it, it is a made up name

to hide the spot where the best rum is produced.

- The one we are drinking? - Yes.

- Well, it is indeed great. - Cheers.

That must be what you have got for me.

Come in, doll.

Have a seat.

Look what we have here!

But she is not for you, partner.

Have a seat.

Do you want something to drink?

Whisky.

Cousin?

Hey, cousin! Come in!

Welcome, girls. Come in!

You look very elegant. Please, have a seat.

Cousin, please, offer them a drink.

- Hi. - Welcome.

- How are you? - Feel yourself at home. Have a seat.

Do you need anything else? Are you okay?

Dweeb, please arrange some lines for the ladies.

All good? Do you need anything else?

Have you tried that?

Where did you get these sluts?

- Sorry? - Where did you get them?

From a model agency.

All is legal, so don't make a fuss, doll.

Have some rum.

Do you want another drink? Are you okay?

All right.

This is pure gold.

I just skimmed it.

I think we asked too much for it.

"DALILA" MANUSCRIPT ONE

This is a collector's item.

It was very expensive. What do you think?

Damn, it is fucking cool.

It looks really expensive.

It is really cool.

It is a welcome back gift for Paula. She is in India now.

Man! She will love it.

Will you tell me what the fuck am I doing here?

I need your help with that girl.

I need her to fuck with Bosco.

So, you brought me to play the madam.

- Call it what you want, doll. - Sir.

Fuck!

- All of us will have one, right? - Damn it, don't you get it?

The client is first. Stop bothering me.

- Yeah, yeah. - Go sit over there.

Come on, sit over there.

Fuck!

Go ahead, time is running out.

"Do your best, doll".

He said with his accustomed bray.

I got to the party thinking business was between us.

I was wrong.

Picture me in a game show where Nefas was the host...

...and I was the helper in charge

of getting Jessica Rabbit out of Strawberry Shortcake.

Rebeca, right?

Yes.

A little bird told me you know how to have fun.

I am kidding.

They told me this was work.

And truth is, I want to go.

Don't worry.

This is for your resume.

You will be all right.

I didn't have a choice, Pig!

You know you could fleece that man, right?

To be there, was the price to get my freedom!

It is okay. Sniff some lines and have fun.

You go, girl.

I hate Nefastófeles with all my heart.

But at least I wasn't just a portfolio whore.

We were all sheep.

But from different herds.

Sit down and relax.

I will get you something so you feel better.

Hey, cousin! Come here!

Take him out, I won't clean his puke.

Please, call him a cab.

Come here.

- Wake up, Dweeb. - What is going on?

- You were here for work, asshole. - Come on!

I can stay here, don't worry!

- Are you leaving? - Yes, thanks.

Good night. Be safe.

Where are you going, doll?

I did what you wanted, right?

You won't leave until I say so.

Wait until the love birds are over.

Sit down.

Sit down.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are you doing? I have to go. My dad is waiting for me.

- Let go of me! - Relax!

- Let go of me! - Relax!

Let go of me, bastard! Let go of me!

Come on, you knew why you were here!

No!

Please, let go of me.

Please.

Please, let go of me.

Please.

Please, don't.

Don't.

Help me!

Let go of me!

Please, let go of me!

Help me!

Let go of me!

I don't care!

Help me, please!

Help me!

Let go of me! Please!

- Let go of me! - Hey, Bosco!

Open the damn door, bastard!

Damn it!

Thanks. Be safe.

- Come. We have a problem. - What is wrong, doll?

I heard screams in Bosco's room.

They are fucking, are you new or what?

Don't be an ass and help me open the fucking door.

You have made my night, doll!

- Where is she, bastard? - Who?

The girl you were fucking.

She is in the bathroom. Why are you so worried?

Don't play the fool, I heard her screaming.

She screams like that when she comes, I can't help it.

And despite you can't control the dice...

...there is always a shortcut.

A possibility.

Run away! Run away, Rebeca!

Run away!

Was she a virgin?

- No, she is very tight! - Very tight!

- She is not here. - What do you mean?

She is not in the bathroom.

I must admit I was scared...

Damn it.

She must have gotten lost in the house.

But I thought:

"Fucking geezers with borrowed balls".

They should be afraid of me.

Because among all their shit

I found my treasure.