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When I was a kid, I would hold my breath underwater

until my lips were blue.

And it that wasn't hard, because the water was always cold.

I think I got a taste for hitting the bottom since then.

I like to listen to that muffled sound

that announces everything will go to shit.

And pow!

Come afloat time, after time, after time.

You scared me to death!

Hurry up, we will be late.

Please, hurry up! We will be really late!

What have we become?

In a pair of office workers?

It is Marina.

Shall I get it?

Really?

Stop it already, would you?

She will hate us if she finds out about the money.

What about Guerrero's?

Will we leave that aside, too?

We are going to fuck Guerrero,

but there must be another way

that doesn't involve Marina.

You fucked her and now you are avoiding her.

- No fucking way. - You can't lie to me, Pig.

- Are you serious, Violetta? - Oh, never mind!

Look.

Take one.

- What for? - Just do it. Come on.

Give me the other one.

Check this out.

That is my song.

I listen to it when I want to take on the world.

- You mean always. - Yeah, always.

I want you to quit your job with Guerrero.

Then, I am driving the Camaro.

There is no deal if you can't do it.

Okay, I will stay away from Guerrero.

But I won't be your lackey.

Do you take it or leave it?

Hello?

I have to go.

Where are you going?

I will give you a ride.

BASED ON XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL

CHAPTER 14 THE PASSENGER

Bosco's set off cost us 3 million pesos.

Come on, Accounting has no idea.

They want to get the most out of it.

Let me handle it, okay?

Listen to me carefully, Guerrero.

Either you justify this expense, or you will be held accountable.

Well, that is why we are here.

Baby Blue is a very big account.

It will benefit everybody.

The Rejones?

How are the numbers?

They are amazing. They are poetry.

Who do we have to convince?

Emilio, the youngest son.

A posh boy who studied a semester in Spain,

and now speaks as if he was Catalonian.

Those must be them.

- They are. - Yeah?

It will benefit us, it really will.

- Emilio, how are you? - Hello!

- Fine. - Fine, thank you.

- This is my dad. Fernando. - Hi, how are you?

- Antonio Guerrero, a pleasure. - Nice to meet you.

- Daniel Carballo, a pleasure. - God, you are all grown up!

- Would you like a drink? - What are you drinking?

We are drinking mimosas.

Well, we will have the same then.

Is this really the "serious emergency"?

You know I skipped work, right?

The serious part...

is they will kick us out of here because of you, Rosalba.

Darling, why don't you sit down?

I am fine.

As Guerrero told you,

the agency is very interested in competing

for the Baby Blue account.

How old are you, David?

Daniel.

- I am 30. - 30?

Your father and I worked together.

- Really? - He was a great publicist

and an amazing golfer.

We still miss him.

I remember the pen campaign he did for us.

"Better to write than to talk".

- Yeah. - Such a genius.

Quite a challenge for you.

Yeah, my father was remarkable.

And like I said, a great golfer.

He always threw pairs. Do you play golf?

- Yeah, since I was a kid. - Really?

Are you as good as your father?

He is a pro. One of the best players.

But well, let's get down to business.

We have a proposal for Baby Blue.

Hold on, there is no "we" here.

Baby Blue is Emilio's domain.

I don't get involved.

He leaves the most boring up to me.

We have about 10 companies

advertised by hot women,

but I am in charge of the babies' account.

Well, but there are moms, right?

- The MILF'S. - Yeah.

Who have...

Yeah, until they got saggy.

You are right.

Hello?

Aren't you coming to the office today?

- What is it? - You tell me.

Why did Equal leave the agency?

Equal?

Well, Equal, Bosco...

Wait, can you hear me or are you playing dumb?

Marina, I have no clue why Equal left

and honestly, I can't hear you very well.

I am on the street.

Just tell me what to do

with the journalists I told you about.

Sorry, can I call you later?

It is too noisy here.

All right, we will talk later.

So? Shall we prepare a proposal?

I heard the agency is having a rough patch lately.

Why do you say so?

I heard Nacho Bosco left.

Do you know him?

Yeah, I do.

We aren't very close, but I know him.

Well, I will have to ask you...

to be very discreet with this

and to keep it for yourselves, please.

Bosco left the agency,

because he thought we were a little expensive.

Really?

I thought he was on the horns of the moon.

Not everything is what it seems.

So, what do you say?

Shall we make you a pitch?

Sure.

- Cheers to that. - Cheers.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Partner.

Do you realize how serious this is...

Rosalba?

If we don't pay the mortgage,

they will foreclose the house

and kick us out to the street.

Not my problem.

You stole the money!

No, you did.

That is called karma.

Violetta, we need you to pay off

your debt with us right away.

Aren't my monthly deposits enough?

Well, with your monthly money,

it would take us a lifetime to pay the bank.

Good thing life is very long.

Mom, there is a guy outside staring at the house.

He is with me. He is a friend.

And why don't you tell him to come in?

What for? So he listens to this amusing talk?

What is he doing there?

Is he peeing in front of the neighbor's house?

I will get him.

I don't know. They didn't seem convinced.

We need to get this account at any cost.

- Yeah, and we will get it. - No, you don't understand.

XAD needs this account.

Does the agency need it or you do?

Sir.

Thank you.

Was this your room?

My suite.

This is my refuge.

Nobody could get in.

We all had one of these, right?

Is that so?

Where was yours?

Under the stairs.

I would spend hours there writing,

listening to music,

searching for a story that would inspire me.

Did you find it?

In you.

How funny, isn't it?

That your life resembles fucking Oliver Twist's?

Who is that guy?

An orphan from literature.

Bruno Diaz is cooler.

But he is a superhero.

- Yeah, but he has dough. - That's for sure.

My parents were only good to me when dough was involved.

They didn't even bother to pretend they loved me.

See?

We are a pair of orphans.

You and me.

I am leaving.

- I will think about that favor. - No, no, it isn't a favor.

And you don't need to think.

Goddamn it!

You are our daughter!

We are bonded for life whether you like it or not!

What was that?

Money. They wanted money.

I don't know how the hell I'm going to get it.

God!

You look trashed, man.

It seems you will need 10 of those, right?

When was the last time you slept?

My son is teething

and my wife gets migraines.

Damn!

And we complain about the new American president.

- Yeah, there are worse things. - Right.

Like when your subordinate doesn't show up at work

nor my assistant.

How long have they been dating?

Sorry?

Come on, Pedro.

I am aware you know they are together

and you are covering Javier's butt.

Well, apparently, you know more than me.

Spill the beans, Pedro.

No?

I don't know anything.

And if I did, why should I tell you?

Well... because it is either your head or his.

That is why.

Well, then...

Oh, Pedrito...

You are loyal, that is a good trait.

A very good one.

I will get back to work.

Baby Blue,

a universe for your baby!

You must mean yours!

Motherfucker.

- We can change the slogan, right? - Please!

Vic, a whisky.

Baby Blue...

It sounds like a miserable baby or postpartum depression.

Which only lasts the baby's first 18 years.

- These clients are sharp. - They sure are.

We must do a deep campaign,

social networks, digital strategy,

a lot of shareability, you know?

Thanks. Fuck.

When's the deadline?

Two days.

No fucking way, I won't have any sleep.

Perfect!

That way you can identify with the target.

I'm going to get going.

Drinks are on me.

As always. Hey, watch out for Guerrero.

He knows you and Rosalba are together and...

So?

Why are you protecting her?

Because I need her.

Holy crap!

I am using her for my novel.

- Again your fucking novel? - Again!

I am in bad shape!

Yeah, or you need to be 15 years younger.

Well played, man.

Hey, why did you leave New York?

Because the agency offer came up.

It was better for me to be here.

All right.

Do you know what I miss from New York?

- What? - Martinis, man.

They are the best in the world.

- Do you like them? - Yeah, they are delicious.

Damn!

That is delicious indeed.

Fuck! I would definitely hit that.

From behind.

So, Baby Blue?

Martinis this week to close the deal?

All right.

But I am still not sure if XAD suits my brand.

You are trying out.

Fine, we have two hours. Let's get to work, guys.

Which one shall we use?

The last one.

Lety, they sent me these papers

for you to check and sign.

Rosalba, do you have a minute?

Thanks, Lety.

Have a seat.

I have a job for you. Off the record.

God! I can't.

Sorry?

Listen, doll.

I owe this agency 3 million pesos.

and you will help me get them back.

Not my problem.

What?

You quit being a whore since you are dating a poet?

Who told you that?

Don't play dumb, doll.

I know you are fucking that pig.

What if I am?

He is not my boyfriend.

Okay, so it won't be a problem

to fuck a single and millionaire man,

a client we need.

He has kind of a wicked taste, but...

I know you can satisfy him.

Listen, doll.

We need that account no matter what.

No need to say your poet's head is at stake.

And not even a blow job to the boss will save him.

You blew him?

You did it?

Okay. I accept the deal.

But I want twice as much.

No way, doll. Raises happen until January.

I have to pay my parents some dough.

So, it is for my in-laws?

Deal?

Deal.

I have never been in prison.

But it felt like it.

If you think I was always ahead of you,

put yourself in my shoes for a minute.

Sit in that terrace, stare at the floor

and ask yourself.

What the hell am I going to do?

When your world is a prison there is no way out.

I had gotten rid of my family to become Nefas' slave,

then I got rid of Nefas

to end up enslaved by both Nefas and my family.

Please! Let's hear it for the asshole!

Oh! For God's sake! Look at you!

Hey, won't you share some?

- Don't be a bad girl. - Don't stuff yourself on it.

Hey!

Who is that handsome man?

- Whoa! - We should meet him.

- Bring him home. - Threesome! Threesome!

- Share it for a while! - Threesome with the blond guy!

According to you, who is the monster of this story?

Nefas? Bosco? My parents?

No, Pig.

The real monster of this story is Violetta.

A seductive monster that feeds on

lust, bills and blows.

That lies, subdues and manipulates ruthlessly.

A demon willing to do anything

to meet its whims and take advantage.

Hi.

Could you come over?

Hold me harder.

Harder.

What did Guerrero want?

I saw you go into his office.

Some budgets.

I see.

Please, no, Pig.

I have got enough with my parents'.

Don't pressure me, please.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

I can't extort Bosco anymore.

Diablo Guardian why did you have to come save me?

Wasn't it better to go on with that story

where you praised love?

Why did you have to crash into me?

I want you to write your novel just to get even.

To tear apart the cover pages and write:

"Rotten whore."

Then, close your eyes, look at me

and say:

"Violetta, I can't live without you."

FRANCISCO CARBALLO

INSIDE THE MIND OF MEXICO'S MOST CREATIVE MAN

Did you want to see me?

How did it go with The Rejones?

Fine. Very well, indeed.

They are dying to hear the pitch.

Relax, they are eating out of our hands.

I am glad.

Hey, you were right.

This account is for me.

I am sick of being considered an idiot.

Very well.

I am glad to hear that.

- Anything else? - No, that is all.

Excuse me.

Hey, there!

How are you, mate?

Hey...

could you give me the time?

Someone stole my watch.

No!

No... you are dead.

No, sweetheart.

It is you who should be dead, motherfucker.

The idea of being a fucking killer haunted me.

Or even worse.

A killer whore.

How could I be alive after all the shit I had done?

Would you believe me if I say I'd be dead without God?

Sister Violetta is safe again.

Even if she doesn't think she deserves it.

Who wants more puree?

Purée...

There you go.

A little more...

Why is Pedro's baby here?

Why did he bring him?

Apparently, nobody could babysit him.

So Pedro is making him try out this quinoa purée

so he could shit in these bamboo diapers.

"Some other shit".

I like the title.

So, when will we take that step?

What do you mean, dimwit?

Of our kids, animal.

You are blushing.

Why do you want kids?

So they end up as fucked up as us?

Pig...

have you got weed?

See you upstairs.

Listen, cousin.

I need to know Bosco's every fucking step.

We need to find that receipt no matter what.

No, man! Keep an eye on him!

Tell your contacts to inform you if they find Rebeca.

Okay, man.

I am having lunch. Keep me posted.

I thought you didn't like weed.

I don't.

So?

I don't know. It soothes me.

What is it?

Are you still worried about your parents'?

Look, I wasn't sure whether to tell you this.

We can pay them with the money I got for my house.

We give them what I have left...

we buy the car, forget about the agency...

Enough, stop it.

Stop it.

What?

I will take the Camaro.

But my family is my problem.

Do you know any loan involves interest?

I don't want to be indebted to you forever.

I have to go.

Dinner tonight?

I don't know. I will text you later!

You could enlarge the copy some more

and move the photo slightly to the right.

Pig?

It is urgent. Let's go to the meeting room.

Bring all that.

So, the campaign must have a high reach,

because the target is mainly eco-friendly parents.

That is our main target.

Most probably, grandparents will come next...

I don't know, I am not sure.

- What do you need, Daniel? - Tell me the truth.

Do you think this campaign would win an award?

Definitely.

No, it lacks insight.

It isn't... brilliant.

Think of something brilliant.

- Borges was brilliant. - What did you say, man?

It was a joke. I said Borges was brilliant.

- These are diapers, Dani. - And you live off of them!

Will the slogan be "You and me forever"?

The bond between parents and children lasts forever.

Or until they die.

I think your dad

would have liked this campaign a lot.

He always rooted for simplicity.

"Less is more", he used to say.

You knew him very well, didn't you?

Well! Everybody knew him better than me.

Everybody can do this better than me.

Then fucking do it!

If this ship sinks, you go down with it!

Do you want another?

No, I am fine.

I had a suggestion for dessert.

I hope you like it.

Emilio, she is Rosalba, my personal assistant.

- Hi, nice to meet you. - My pleasure.

- Do you work at XAD? - Yes and very proud of it.

- You taught her well. - I did.

Well, I must go finish tomorrow's presentation,

- but I leave you in great hands. - It is fine, Toño.

Don't stay awake because of me.

No, don't worry. Take care.

So? How good are the martinis here?

Remarkable.

Well, I think they aren't a match for Royal Vanderbilt's.

Do you know New York?

New York knows me.

Would you like a drink?

Manhattan no cherry.

I will have the same.

Right away.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Yeah, sure.

What does it feel to work for a babies' company

when you don't have children?

I don't focus on the product.

That is why I have people like you.

So, what do you like to focus on, Emilio?

You are the sexiest thing I have seen in a long time.

Thank you.

I would love to spend the night with you.

But I have already got a date.

Let's make a bet.

Spend a night with me and I bet you will forget

about your date

and all the girls you have fucked this year.

You are a dangerous woman.

Cheers.

I would hit that too.

I love blond guys.

Now, there is only a problem.

How the hell can I get you on our train?

You don't have to worry about that.

It was nice to meet you.

I'm starving! Is there something to eat?

You didn't just have dinner dressed like that.

Please, Pig, don't make such a fuss.

Did they send you to whore out?

Did you do it?

I won't be able to keep my promise, Pig.

I will eventually fuck you up.

It is too late to say that, don't you think?

Listen.

If you are doing it, do yourself a favor.

Don't feel guilty.

Okay, I felt a little guilty.

But it still pissed me off the same that you told me so.

How could you speak about decency?

You hated working at the agency,

but you whore yourself out like me.

Whore oneself out.

It would seem there is nothing worse.

But in the end, almost everybody does it.

You don't need to chew gum in a miniskirt on the street.

I... I wanted somebody similar to me.

Someone in sheep's clothing who would suddenly tell me...

Truth is, I am a wolf.

Are you expecting somebody?

No.

Oh, well.

Good thing you two are here.

So you can explain me what the fuck is going on.

Didn't we have a plan?

I won't testify.

You don't need to.

We just have to give a fake witness name,

but I need your approval.

I don't know, Marina.

You don't?

You don't at this point?

Look, you pulled me into this way too far.

There is a raped and missing girl, goddamn it!

Well, she may not want

to bring the issue to light.

No, hold on.

That is exactly why we can't abandon her now.

What about Bosco?

Are we letting that motherfucker get away with it?

You haven't even told me why he left XAD.

Because I have no clue.

I think you aren't telling me something.

Or that you are protecting her.

She has a name.

Really? What is it?

The real one, the reliable.

You know? You are right.

I am not reliable.

Don't count on me.

I see.

What about you?

This isn't the time to talk about this, Marina.

The Rejones won't come.

They gave the account to Cervera & Wolowitz.

Why would they do that? They didn't even see the pitch.

I wonder that myself.

What the hell is going on in this agency?

- Huh? - We are missing an element.

A creative element.

All of us are working our ass off

while you change diapers in the bathroom, damn it!

I brought my son to try the products out.

I am working.

Listen, gentlemen. This is an advertising agency, okay?

The managers aren't accountable for the losses,

but the creative elements.

The creative elements.

Hold on, let's not panic.

There are many clients out there, we can get another one.

I like the way you think.

You are XAD's new creative director.

Pedro, you are fired.

- Why? - It is pretty clear, isn't it?

If Javier is the new creative director,

- who will be the new copy? - Well, you.

We have to discuss that in private.

I have made up my mind.

Get back to work.

Over 20 years working in this fucking agency

so that an asshole who needs diapers

fire me and fucks everything up!

They are assholes!

I will make them hire you back. I promise.

I would rather you promise me,

you will use your talent

to be more than a whore in this agency.

What the fuck happened with Rejón?

He didn't give us the account. Didn't you shave your legs?

Did you spit or shat on him? What the fuck did you do?

He's gay.

Rejón is a fag?

- No fucking way! - Yeah.

In fact, a blond guy showed up and he ditched me.

And evidently, he realized you found out about it.

Are you an asshole or what?

Goddamn it!

Do you think that fucking closet gay

would want to work in an agency where a whore knows

he is a queer?

Damn it, don't you have common sense?

You aren't new.

Then, why don't you just get an assistant with common sense?

More so, you should have fucked him.

Asshole.

Hi, Pig.

- Do you miss me, animal? - No.

I want to see you.

Me too, but only if you have got weed.

Good thing you didn't like it.

Leave me alone, would you?

Damn it!

Turn on the news.

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DIRECTOR IGNACIO BOSCO ACCUSED OF RAPE