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Rosalba...

do you usually visit your clients' house?

First of all, they aren't my clients,

but the agency's.

And no, I don't go to their house.

We found your fingerprints...

at the victim's house.

In his bedroom.

I told you I was just dropping off some papers.

To his bedroom?

Well, he asked me to wait there.

What do you want me to say?

The same afternoon he was murdered.

Did you know he was killed

while he was having sexual intercourse?

No.

I had no clue.

He was shot.

In the middle of sex.

Fuck.

Fear is part of living.

Even the most insignificant bug

panics before an insecticidal menace.

I was no different.

I felt like a fucking fly

paralyzed before the possibility

of a deathly blow.

You know.

My punishment for fucking everybody up.

Oh, well, Diablo.

Fear is the most natural reaction

to an unavoidable truth.

BASED ON XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL

CHAPTER 17 TOUGH LOVE

What is this?

What are you doing here?

Hi, doll.

Don't tell me you fucked Bosco in these?

I didn't fuck him.

Hold on, doll.

Haven't you understood that I know everything?

How did it go in that room?

Didn't you get nervous because of the camera?

Okay.

I did fuck him.

He wanted the videos,

but we didn't get there.

What about the computer?

I don't know what you...

are talking about.

I swear.

Do you swear it on your mommy and daddy?

On that uptight guy?

Don't play the fool, it doesn't suit you,

and tell me where is the fucking computer.

I honestly don't know.

Don't be an ass, okay?

I didn't give you the videos because you are pretty

or because you rat on that fucking blondie,

but to get my bills.

So, tell me where the fuck they are!

I couldn't get them.

Was he shot before you could get them

or what happened?

Who the fuck killed him?

I don't know.

I didn't see, okay? I didn't.

You were more efficient before, Violetta.

Now, I will have to get that computer myself

and fix your fucking mess.

Then, you and I will go to New York.

You will go wherever I tell you to.

We are a perfect match, doll.

You know it.

See you later.

Open the door. We have a big problem.

Guerrero already knows.

We have to talk.

I have nothing to say to you.

Really?

Fucking Diablo Guardián.

Don't call me that.

Do you know what I find weird?

That the main character of your novel

is named Dalila.

You are fucking cheap.

- Are you stupid or what? - No.

I just realized I am not Dalila,

but fucking Marina is.

What?

I saw you, don't play the fool.

Is that what this is about?

- Are you getting back at me? - And you aren't ?

Aren't you fucking her?

You know what?

I don't give a fuck about you going to prison.

- I don't care. - Is that so?

Yeah. In fact, I should tell them

you were whoring with Bosco.

You wouldn't do it .

- Are you daring me? - All right.

Do it! Come on!

I'M NOT DALILA

What would you say if this was the last time we meet?

Close the door when you leave.

I haven't heard from him.

I haven't seen him since he left the agency.

To my knowledge, you kept a personal relationship.

No, not at all.

Public relationships are part of my job

and it is important clients believe we are their friends.

Did you know some people in your agency

claim to have heard you argue

the day you ended that business relationship?

Yes. Of course.

It took me by surprise.

I didn't think he would leave the agency.

But that is part of the job.

Clients come and go all the time.

So, you didn't care to lose him as a client.

Well, yes. It is part of the job, like I just said.

Is there anything else I can do for you, Inspector?

There is.

Tell me something.

What do you know about the personal relationship

between Miss Rosalba and Mr. Bosco?

Like we didn't have enough problems!

We are wasting a lot of time with this mess.

They are sure Bosco and you used to meet off work.

Well, yeah, during company lunches.

All right, but a business lunch is one thing

and this is another.

What do you mean?

The whores, the drugs and all that?

I am certain Bosco did that.

I need to know if you did as well.

I said no, man. How many times

must I say it, damn it!

No!

All right.

Anything else?

No, that is all.

I have to work, man.

Fuck you, asshole!

A dead man, for Christ's sake.

What have we come to? A dead man!

Yeah, it is tough.

The police called me

to plead guilty for Bosco's death.

Like it was my vengeance

for getting fired. No fucking way!

Come on, man! Confess.

Well, okay. Truth is, I killed him

because I was sick of his pointy

crocodile-leather shoes.

Hey, honestly...

if you could, who would you blow to hell?

I won't tell you, because it will turn

into material for your novel.

Don't bring that up, man.

Why? What happened?

I lost the novel.

- For real? - All of it.

Really?

Well, congratulations. Those are great news.

And Rosalba?

Nothing you don't know.

You were right.

She is crazy.

Cheers.

Guerrero.

If I had to kill somebody, it would be Guerrero.

Doll.

Hi, handsome.

What would you like to drink?

- A martini. - One martini, please.

Are you wasted?

Me? Never.

What are we doing here?

- I have a surprise for you. - Is that so?

So you don't cross in an illegal truck or swimming.

I don't want you to get a cold.

Who do you think processed it?

Take a guess.

Milton.

May it absolve you from all our sins.

He wants you to work with him when we get to New York.

I don't think it is a good idea.

I think it is an excellent idea.

Don't you remember we had a blast

in New York?

No fucking way.

Do you remember when we met?

In Vegas?

In that fucking ugly diner.

Of course.

I want to forget that fucking day.

I remember it very well.

I remember your little stinger.

Of its poison.

Do you know what I loved about you?

Your determination.

That you would do anything to get what you wanted.

What?

Don't you have any whims anymore?

Of course I do.

Nefas.

Nefas?

I call you that.

Nefas. It means disgusting in Spanish.

What a good nickname.

So?

Nefas and Violetta.

New York. Again?

New York.

New York, yeah.

I have to go.

Hold on, doll.

I will keep this. Okay?

Give me another one, please.

We worked many years together,

but we were never close.

And yet...

you dared to badmouth him on national television.

Well, I already apologized.

Why did you do it?

Because I didn't have evidence.

Did you know we found equipment at the crime scene

that suggests he was recording his sexual intercourse?

You didn't lie when you accused him.

You did when you apologized.

How frustrating.

You must have felt very angry then.

Please don't put words in my mouth.

There are over 12 fingerprints in different places.

They are yours.

On the door.

In the bathroom.

- In the office. - Well, yeah.

I went to his house and he threatened me.

Yes, I was there.

Next time you write about me, do write about me.

Don't worry, there won't be a next time.

I know it will, Diablo Guardián.

I told you not to call me that.

Well, you made it up, right?

Don't you remember the poems?

Yeah... and I feel embarrassed.

What do you want?

I want you to relax.

Here.

What? Are these your Camaro keys?

No, they are my apartment's.

Uy!

That is very serious. It isn't your style, is it?

Take them.

Come on.

Get into my house any time

and fuck me as often as you please.

I would rather ring the bell.

I appreciate you came, Paula.

I know it is a difficult time for you.

Yeah, it is.

Well, we all are perplexed regarding Bosco's death.

But...

I had to talk with you.

I wanted to ask you if...

you know whether Bosco had enemies,

if he owed anybody,

if he had debts.

No.

You know Nacho was very private with his job.

And his personal life.

Sure.

Well, you know how this environment is sometimes.

It can get out of hand and...

Well, Bosco liked...

he liked to party a lot, you know it.

What do you mean?

Secrets, Paula.

I mean secrets that should remain in the dark.

I definitely think I made a mistake coming here.

Hold on. I am sorry, Paula.

I think that came out wrong.

I am offering you an umbrella to keep you dry from any shit,

if scandal or anything else comes up.

So, calm down and try to remember.

Tell me anything you know.

I don't know. Did Bosco have an agenda?

A place where he kept his contacts, something we could start with.

No, truth is...

I have no clue where to find that agenda.

I don't know anything about it.

I don't think I can help you.

I see.

You travel a lot, right, Paula?

And you were in India, thousands of miles away

when all this happened.

And well...

your husband was a millionaire, right?

His life insurance must be huge.

It is weird, right? That...

you weren't here when all this happened.

What are you suggesting?

Nothing.

Excuse me.

I will see you out.

No, it is okay. I can see myself out.

- Thanks a lot. - Yeah.

Thanks for coming.

Call me if you need anything.

Yeah.

Cousin.

Follow Bosco's wife

and keep a close eye on her.

Yeah.

...unfortunate lie. Reporting for channel 6,

- the experts... - What the hell

were you doing outside Bosco's house that day?

...Alvarado.

We were getting information on Guerrero.

The same I was giving you.

I swear it is true.

Why every time we talk I get the feeling

you are lying to me?

Holy shit.

What?

I have to go.

- I will call you later. - What? Javier, hold on.

Who is it?

Violetta, open the door.

I told you to take the keys.

The press has a video of us

outside Bosco's house the day he was killed.

What?

Marina has got it. Don't worry.

You saw her.

That is not the point.

You can see Jesús' truck, Rebeca's father, in the video.

- Are you sure? - I am.

We must find Rebeca.

Where? Where the fuck will we find her?

Don't worry.

I will take care of it.

Please, be careful.

Don't talk with Jesús.

Just with Rebeca, okay?

Are you protecting me?

Do you realize the fucking mess we got into

trying to destroy stupid Nefas?

The computer with the siphoned accounts,

Bosco's videos,

blah, blah, blah.

I sometimes felt that asshole

had designed for me a escape-proof prison.

And if it weren't for his bullshit,

nobody would have been raped or killed.

And we hadn't met either.

Life is what it is.

No matter how many turns we take.

In the end, finding the exit is the only thing worthwhile.

It is really easy, dude.

I mean, they don't even touch you,

they give you money,

all of them are online...

Do you know where is Rebeca?

I need to talk with her.

No, I don't.

Let's see if this help you remember.

It is not about money.

They have offered me that and more

and I don't know where she is.

Do you know they want to kill your friend?

I need you to tell me where she is.

This is the address I last saw her.

Perfect.

Hold on. Where is my money?

You are an amateur, darling.

Your dad killed Bosco and I saw him.

If you want my help, I need you to get

the computer your dad stole.

What for?

There are many people looking for it.

It serves my interests and yours.

So?

- Hey, are you with her already? - Violetta: No.

Where are you? I will meet you there.

You would better pack.

We are fucking everything up today.

Where are we going?

- I don't know. - Let me go, please.

Let's do something. I will see you in the park

in an hour and a half.

Bye.

What is up, cousin?

Cousin, the Bosco's widow is taking out suitcases.

What?

Don't let her go anywhere.

Okay? I am on my way.

Fuck!

I need to use the bathroom.

In a second.

Where were you the afternoon of the crime?

I was...

I think I was in a postproduction.

Or was that on Tuesday?

Hold on.

Yes. I was...

I was in Fantasy's post,

it is a laundry soap.

Are you okay?

I need to use the bathroom.

Yeah, when we are finished.

Did you ever go to the house of the deceased?

Yes. Once.

I think.

Yes, you did,

because we found your fingerprints.

Hey, I mean it. I need to use the bathroom.

Go then.

Nobody leaves this world with clean hands, Diablo Guardián.

At the end of the journey, everybody hurts someone.

Or steals something.

Or played some tricks.

But I have never wanted anybody's forgiveness.

Not even yours.

And I really crossed the line.

The only thing I have ever wanted

is to cash my fucking check.

The computer is here, why do you need it?

I will tell you why we need it.

It is mine. Thanks, doll.

Okay, calm down, little whore.

Let's call your daddy, okay?

Leave her alone...

Shut up! I am not talking to you, asshole!

Take out your phone. Come on, girl!

Take out your fucking phone!

You will call your daddy and tell him

you have a gun to your head.

He will turn himself in or you will fucking die.

- Okay? Got it? - Yeah.

Yeah? Okay. Call him.

Call him!

Dad...

I have a gun to my head.

You have to turn yourself in, Daddy.

Come on, you are scaring him.

Dad!

All right. That's it, darling.

Calm down. It is okay.

Relax, sweetheart.

We are taking a walk, okay?

Let's wait for your dad's call.

Let's take a walk, okay?

Calm down. You, too, asshole.

Walk!

God damn it!

Violetta!

Fucking Violetta, where are you going, asshole!

Doll!

Voicemail.

The call will be charged after the beep.

Diablo Guardián,

don't mourn my death.

Because tonight,

we both are passengers.

We will drive under the bright sky.

In a city torn up inside.

I AM NOT DALILA

Tonight, the stars are made for us.