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Are we going or not?

First, I thought the bullet had my name on it,

but when I realized I was not dead,

it became more frightening.

I was horribly frightened.

I don't know.

I have never felt quite the same again.

As if had died, but remained alive at the same time.

Like a second chance, but what do we do with it?

For a moment, I saw everything and nothing in front of me.

I don't know how to explain it.

As if I had eyes that can see back and forth at the same time.

I was in autopilot mode.

As if I were someone else's puppet.

Listening to a voice that told me:

"Violetta, stop thinking right now.

"Do what's needed to be done".

Fuck!

- What happened? - We have to go!

- What happened? - Just run!

You've got to be kidding.

Damn it!

Are you okay? Are you okay?

BASED ON XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL

CHAPTER 16

When these things happen,

it's incomprehensible that everything remains the same.

Give me your keys.

The trees are in their place,

the sun shines on the street.

The undaunted world keeps spinning.

Come here.

Come in, come in.

We were in his living room.

We were about to make the exchange,

I heard a gunshot.

And when I opened my eyes...

I was all alone with Bosco.

Do you think it was Guerrero?

I have no idea, Pig.

I'm sure the one that murdered Bosco took our invoices.

- They fucked us up, Pig. - It doesn't matter.

What matter is that you're fine.

Actually, I'm not fine.

We have to go.

What would happen if someone saw you?

Or if they find your fingerprints?

Shut up, Pig.

Let me see.

Please.

I'll take a shower.

Want to stay with me tonight?

Of course.

Thank you.

Everything changed.

I thought I would be accused of murder.

I didn't want to spend my life in jail.

In any case, jails are full of people

that never wanted to end up there.

I never said: "I want to be a slut".

I turned little by little.

Without even noticing it.

Forgiving myself of things.

I didn't even want to see myself in the mirror.

I felt as if my face had changed.

I would see me in a different way

even if I hadn't changed.

I had the face of a slut and a scammer.

But I was alive.

I was so fucking alive.

What did you do, Violetta?

What did you do, Violetta?

Paranoia was chasing me all the time.

I woke up feeling Bosco's weight

collapsing over me.

My face had been bloodstained.

I lived with an unbearable anguish.

I was sure that sooner or later, they'll come find me.

The movie just began.

Come.

You are insane.

- Give me the camera. - No way!

This is where your plans end.

This is not about your whoring anymore, there's a corpse.

And we are both involved.

I'll keep this.

-Yes? What are you going to do? -I'll go to work.

Get out of my house.

IGNACIO BOSCO WAS MURDERED

I suppose everybody read the news.

I wanted to ask you not to get involved in Bosco's mess.

Nothing at all.

This agency had nothing to do.

Shall I cancel the wreath?

Didn't you listen to me, Lety?

Not even wreaths, are we clear?

But he was a very important client,

we don't have to be so secretive.

-We didn't kill him. -Listen, Lerdito.

Bosco didn't have a heart attack.

He was murdered. He was shot in the head.

He did something to deserve it.

We can't have nothing to do with it.

I agree.

Our relationship with Equal ended long time ago.

Well, let's get to work, come on.

- Lety, cancel my appointments. - Of course.

Are you having a meeting, Bro?

Yes, I have an urgent meeting in Austin.

You couldn't find a better time to go?

I know, I was hoping to have a videoconference,

but they refused.

I have to go there, I'm sorry.

Rosalba, can I have a word with you, in my office?

Nervous?

No, more like... festive.

Thank you, darling.

You lifted a weight off my shoulders.

Don't be stupid.

You wanted him dead.

But you took the lead.

Cheers.

If I were you, I would hire a good lawyer.

Listen, darling. You know that I didn't do it.

Don't play stupid.

That's obvious, you don't have balls.

I have them, but I'm much more sophisticated than that.

I would have made it look like a suicide.

Just like you did with Henry?

The only thing I have left from Bosco is this bottle.

And we're drinking it now.

Do you really think the investigation

won't lead them to your little parties?

You're the only one with the blood in her hands.

I didn't killed Bosco, "darling".

But you were at his home

to give him the video.

- No. - Really?

- I didn't do it. - Yeah?

Some journalists wanted to interview me.

Come on, Violetta!

You say you're a professional liar,

but you're pretty bad.

Have you heard it before?

Have it your way.

I didn't want to go out.

I read the same news for days.

Wishing not to find my picture on the articles

labeled as "the catwalk murderer".

"I can't bear it any longer..."

"You are Dalila. The end."

But what did I have left?

INVESTIGATION ABOUT TO BEGIN,

DISTRICT ATTORNEY TALKS TO THE MEDIA

If I wanted to save myself, I had to behave

as if my life remained the same.

"Bernardo's body collapsed over Dalila's,

"whose face ended covered in blood.

"Dalila tried to move the corpse..."

IGNACIO BOSCO'S MURDERER YET TO BE FOUND

INVESTIGATION FINDS FIRSTS SUSPECTS

DETECTIVES ENSURE THAT THERE IS EVIDENCE TO IDENTIFY THE MURDERER

"Her name is made of knives.

"Each letter holds some kind of danger.

"Bernardo had died because of her,

"but he wouldn't be the only or the last to fall.

"The End."

We need to talk.

No, I have to go.

Where are you going? Do you have a date?

I am going to see my editor.

The police has a suspect list.

They went into his house and found some clues.

Why do I care? I wasn't there.

But I was. Don't you care at all?

You already know the answer.

Something else?

Yes.

Stop being a dick and give me back the camera.

Well, I erased the video and auctioned the camera online.

It's awful not knowing when someone is messing up with you, right?

Look who's taking, you're just a rich kid.

Sucker.

You know what, Xavier? Don't make it difficult for you.

You only have one job, understand?

You have to point a gun right at the reader's temple.

and tell him: "You can't move until you finish reading my book".

- That's your only job. - Okay.

What happens if I gave the gun to the main character?

That's better.

Well, who knows,

but I can see your character holding a machine gun.

You know her as well as I do.

I know her, but just from what you've told me.

I'm anxiously waiting to have her for a whole weekend,

but I don't know when you are showing me the draft.

The end is changing.

Are we going to wait two more years to read it?

I swear, one week tops.

Hurry up writing or we wouldn't be ready for the Guadalajara fair.

- I'm warning you. - Fine.

By the way, what are you doing tomorrow?

I'm free, you tell me.

Okay, the thing is...

You live near here, right?

We're having a presentation here at the bookstore.

Tomorrow there is a presentation for the last novel I published.

and I'd love to have you. What do you think?

That guy is talented.

You two have a similar style. Maybe you'll like it.

Who's that?

Come on. It's me, cousin.

Was the pork available?

Come in.

Have you already talked to your friends?

Yes, I talked to some guys at the police

and also some officers.

What have they found?

They didn't tell me a lot, they asked for more money.

So be it.

We'll take it from the cash we robbed from Carballo.

There's no need. No one suspects from you.

- Are you sure? - Relax.

Good, cousin. That's what I wanted to hear.

Go to the good restaurant, this is gross.

- I've just arrived. - Go now.

Take this, don't leave it here.

Throw it away.

Is everyone here?

We're missing my partner, Antonio Guerrero.

- He's on a trip. - Tell him to come back.

Lety, please.

Hi, I'm detective Sandoval.

As you all know, Ignacio Bosco was murdered two days ago

and we'll be calling you all to come to the police station

and make a statement.

- Rosa del Alba Rosas Valdivia? - It's me.

You will be the first one.

- How are you? - Fine, thanks.

- Rosa del Alba Rosas Valdivia? - That's right.

Unfortunately, that's what my birth certificate says.

Have you ever been to Mr. Ignacio Bosco's house?

Just once.

As you already know, Mr. Bosco was one of our clients.

Don't worry for my information, worry for what you can tell me.

Why did you visit him?

I took him some documents.

Documents...

Yes, to settle up his contract with the agency.

Ms. Valdivia, it seems it was an armed robbery.

There are documents and things missing from his house

and his computer.

Right now, the experts are investigating.

I hope you don't mind

providing us with your fingerprints.

- No. - Good!

We have a problem.

They took my fingerprints.

We need an alibi.

What do you want me to say?

I would like you to be the last man on Earth

to look at my stellar orgasm.

But if you watched the video

it was because you like being tortured.

You needed a reason to hate me

and you found it.

When was the last time you saw Ignacio Bosco?

At the agency, during the last Equal meeting.

Did you know why Equal and the agency broke their contract?

I have no idea.

You bought a ticket to Belize

on the same day he was murdered.

Why didn't you go.

I lost my flight.

Everything got complicated and I couldn't go.

It's normal. Advertising is very demanding.

We can't plan in advance.

OUT OF ORDER

I know you despise me for lying to you.

And it's worse if I hide the truth.

But, you know what?

I loathe you for seeing me as Rosalba.

A filthy stupid middle-class girl!

I was Violetta, Diablo Guardián.

And you already knew that Violetta hates losing.

That sooner or later, I'll end up winning.

Son of a bitch.

What happened? Didn't you go?

I was abroad when I heard

about Bosco's news and I came back.

I didn't want to be pointed as the culprit.

- Did they call you to testify? - Of course.

My colleagues said that I was the only one with a motive.

The only one? They knew him so little.

They're still investigating me, but I'm calm.

I was in San Miguel with my family, they're witnesses.

What about you? Where were you?

I listened your message.

I was at Violetta's house.

Did you really told me those things

while you were with Violetta.

No, I was driving there, when I called.

Tell me the truth.

Did you have something to do with Bosco's murder?

I swear I don't know who killed him.

Do you suspect anyone?

I sincerely suspected of Violetta a while ago.

I'm okay, I just want this to end.

I need to resume my life and my plans.

Something I can help you with?

Yes, you can.

Buy me another mezcal.

Please, make it double.

Two more, please.

What?

I can't believe that after so many years of defending women

and their rights, I'm involved in a rape and murder case.

No way.

- It's not your fault. - No.

I am to blame.

If I hadn't give up, Bosco would be in jail.

Are you joking? They threatened you!

My God!

I feel my life is like a soap opera.

Talking about soap operas, how's yours?

I'm sorry, your novel.

It's going well.

I'm deciding the future of the main character.

Mhm!

Don't you think she's like me?

No.

That's why I like you.

Stop it.

Now, I'm the noisy one.

My neighbor is really annoying.

You surely are a nightmarish neighbor.

Wait, open up.

No!

Life is a fucking prison.

Money... work...

love... jealousy... goals.

Everybody has their own jail.

I'm sorry.

I thought they would kill us if I didn't fuck Bosco.

I know I fucked up.

I miss you, Pig.

I'm in a hurry, let me go.

Where are you going?

To the presentation of this book.

Call me when it ends.

Stop telling me what to do. Get out of my way!

Therefore, I'm trying to...

change reality to show the depth of my life.

I'm really glad to present this book

and, if you allow me, I'll read to you

my favorite passage. I hope you understand it.

BOOK PRESENTATION A GLASS AND A MOUSE

"Again, our own differences are marked.

"We are intertwined around rhythm and order.

"A story that lead us from a small village

"to the center of the Earth

"in Rapa Nui, Isla de Pascua."

- You are Silvano, right? - Yes.

- Please, help me. - No, ma'am.

No, I get into trouble. Understand me, please.

No, I get it. I really understand you.

But it's my anniversary. Do you have a wife?

Yes, I do, but I can't do it.

Everything in this life can be done, Silvano.

Everything.

It takes a lot of courage and balls

to abandon our comfort zone and dare

to take a narrative challenge of this scale.

So, my dear Bernardo,

I congratulate and admire you, let them know that.

Thanks. I'm very thankful.

I think Emilio exaggerates, but I appreciate your words.

Well, if anyone has a question or comment they want to say.

- Can you do it? - Yes.

Look, you could do it, Silvano. Thank you very much.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

I was sick of this.

Sick of Nefas,

Bosco,

my parents,

Marina,

and of you.

I AM NOT DALILA

I AM NOT DALILA

Fucking whore!