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No! No! No fucking way! There was blood everywhere!

Someone had to clean up.

Calm down, there’s nothing here.

There was blood everywhere.

That motherfucker must have hurt Rosalba.

She’s missing.

Missing?

Are you high?

Hey, look at me!

You haven’t slept.

Go take a shower!

Missing.

What are you doing here, Javier?

BASED ON XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL

CHAPTER 18 I KILLED VIOLETTA

You have to call the number I gave you.

If those motherfuckers don’t know I turned myself in,

they’re going to kill my daughter.

Who are they?

I don’t know.

I just talked with my daughter.

Did you daughter ever mention Antonio Guerrero?

No.

‘Fess up already,

who talked you into murdering Ignacio Bosco?

Bring me my daughter first,

then I will answer your questions.

You are aware of the fortune she owes us, right?

They will evict us!

Hey! There was blood in the apartment.

They hurt her.

You don’t know her well, then.

She drank half a glass of chlorine to skip school.

And she jumped out her room’s window

to run away once.

You don’t get it, right?

Violetta is in danger.

Her name is Rosalba, Rosa del Alba, Rosalba.

You have to report her as missing.

We already tried, it is pointless.

If it weren’t for that lovely guy, Antonio Guerrero,

we wouldn’t have found her.

What?

It is that asshole’s fault Rosalba is missing.

I am sorry, but Antonio is the only good thing

that has happened to our daughter

since she left.

Mr. Carballo, would you give me a minute?

You are still here?

Yes, I am still doing my job.

I thought Bosco’s matter was a done deal.

It is.

We have got the confessed murderer.

The problem is, two girls from your agency are missing.

Damn it! Who is it now?

Rosalba Rosas and Rebeca Brito.

Rosalba does as she pleases in this agency.

And who the hell is the other one?

A personal assistant that has worked with you many times.

Her father confessed to have murdered Bosco.

Conveniently.

Tell me something,

do you trust Mr. Guerrero,

to the fullest?

I do, Guerrero and I have worked together for a long time.

I trust him.

If you can think of anything,

I would appreciate you let me know.

Excuse me, thanks for your time.

Hello?

Hey, calm down, in-laws.

Why don’t you come over so we can discuss it?

Yes, I’ll see you here.

Fuckers!

It was really unpleasant.

I can imagine.

Yes, that green-eyed posh guy.

- With stiff hair? - Yes.

Javier.

He told us things about Rosalba.

God, it was really unsettling.

He insisted we called the police.

- The police? - Yes.

Yes.

Rosalba will kill me when she finds out

I told you, but...

What?

Your daughter and I are going back to New York.

And you know, she’s running around,

now she’s at the hair salon

getting a manicure and pedicure.

Checking the visa paperwork,

packing the suitcase, you know how she is.

Right...

I don’t want to be rude, but...

you know Rosalba is indebted to us.

She can’t just go.

Yes, definitively.

That is why I brought you here.

How about I give you 10 thousand dollars for starters?

Holy crap!

Well, the thing is...

Rosalba’s debt is a little bit higher.

Well, how about 20 thousand dollars?

20 thousand?

20 thousand dollars now and for the next coming months.

Is that okay?

Yes, we’re very sorry, right?

Goodness gracious.

- Well... - No, we can’t take it, son.

No, no, no.

This is too much.

Well, that’s what family is all about

and me, too.

You can count on me if you have any trouble,

my doors are open for you here and in New York.

Thanks a lot.

That guy is a troublemaker, right?

- Always. - Unbelievable!

Well, the thing is...

Javiercito is obsessed with Rosalba.

And when he found out we were going to New York,

he went crazy.

Look what he did to me.

Oh, boy!

Good Lord!

I had to fire him.

You did well.

So...

if he keeps bothering you or keeps in touch,

please, let me know. I care for you.

- Yes. - You know how he is.

Javi?

What happened? What are you doing here?

Hi.

Well...

That’s what I wonder. What happened?

They questioned me again, now regarding the missing girl.

Did they report her as missing already?

Yes! Her father pleaded guilty of homicide

and Rebeca was declared as missing.

Rebeca?

Are you sure it wasn’t Violetta’s plan?

What was the last thing you knew about her?

We were meeting at a park and she stood me up.

When I got to the apartment, there was blood everywhere.

What do you think? Did Guerrero do it?

I messed up! I should have gone with her.

Guerrero killed her.

She is dead.

Bye.

Where’s my visa, cousin?

I need you to stay in Mexico, okay?

We’ll see you in a few weeks.

Now that came up, why don’t you sign

these papers already?

Okay.

Here and on page two.

What is this?

It is to speed things up with the visa.

I will need your ID, too.

Okay.

What?

Fuck! Damn it, dude!

You are hideous.

Well, you aren’t Brad Pitt.

Have you canceled the credit cards?

Yes, all of them.

It was about time!

You told me Guerrero had full access.

How much money did he divert?

Until now, the record is...

A million.

A million pesos is fine.

We can afford it.

A million dollars.

Son of a bitch!

Fuck!

Where are you, man?

The cops are outside my house.

Call me, cousin.

Jacinto Mora, don’t move!

Put your hands up!

Wow!

God, just what we deserved!

Now we’ll see everything in high definition.

That’s right.

It doesn’t compare to this old trinket.

Come on! Come on, get it out! Get it...!

God! It’s so pretty!

God! Neighbors and buddies, watching the football games.

- How exciting! - Golf, tennis.

My soap opera.

Your soap opera!

- God! - What a beauty!

Hello?

What?

We found...

...these next to the body.

No, that can’t be my daughter!

These objects belong...

...or used to belong to Rosalba, ma’am,

we are certain.

Tell me something, do you suspect

or would suspect of anybody?

Right...

The light-eyed guy...

Javier.

Yes, Javier.

I am Father Asensi,

Rosalba’s confessor.

Hi.

Thanks.

Have you heard about Rosalba?

Well, you might know she is missing.

I do.

She came to the church,

she was desperate, she feared for her life.

She didn’t say anything else.

Why? What happened? What did she say?

Should anything bad happened to her,

I had to find Javier Elizondo.

No, I’m telling you, Lety,

I can’t make the purchase.

The New York one, right?

Yes, Lety!

We’re wasting time, move it!

I’m sorry, sir, but...

...both of your company credit cards have been canceled.

What do you mean canceled?

Who canceled them?

Who, Lety? Who did it?

Hello?

If you won’t do something regarding Guerrero,

I will do it myself.

What?

I will find that scumbag and kill him.

It wasn’t enough to ruin her life!

You had to kill her!

Damn it, man!

You could have called, you know?

Damn it! You scared me, dude!

You killed her, motherfucker!

Come on, Javiercito,

don’t start talking nonsense.

Please, don’t tell me

I would appear guilty because of a little blood, man?

Come on, dude! Think harder!

Fucking Violetta is missing!

Good afternoon.

Detective?

Couldn’t you knock the door?

How can I help you?

Get dressed.

Would you excuse me while I do so?

We found her body

in an empty lot, north of the city.

Scorched.

But, if it is scorched, how did you identify her?

There are prints.

There is a body.

Her belongings.

It can’t be her! That is impossible!

But this is not why you are here.

Your partner accused you of diversion of funds.

I am sorry, what diversion of funds?

The agency’s.

Yes, I did divert funds from the agency.

Do you confess?

Yes, I did it.

I had already noticed there were...

...strange operations...

...regarding Equal’s account.

Equal?

Ignacio Bosco’s ONG?

Yes, Bosco’s ONG.

I started to dig in and found out a mess

regarding drugs and whores.

I didn’t find anything to accuse Bosco...

...but I found one of his contacts inside the agency.

A person that...

Who are you talking about? Give me a name.

I...

...he...

...he was a man named Jacinto Mora or something like that.

You don’t have evidence to accuse Guerrero.

Rosalba is already dead.

I just don’t care about it.

I am done.

Sit down.

Relax.

You will stay here...

...until everything has cleared up.

We will see then if you keep playing the cop.

Lord...

...you gave us your daughter...

...you put her in our hands

like a glass of fresh water for the road.

Unfortunately, today, that glass is broken

and the water of life has been spilled,

but it flows like a river of gifts to meet her Creator.

Blinded by the tears, our eyes can’t see it,

but they are fixed,

convinced that resurrection will come.

Thank you, Lord,

for having Rosa by your side

while we walk to meet her.

One year later...

Some writers have a schedule for writing,

they eat well and never go to bed late.

Others, live on the edge,

get dirty and take on the world.

Fortunately for his readers,

Javier Elizondo, our dear Pig,

is part of the latter.

Thank you.

About a year ago,

I lost the girl of my dreams...

and my nightmares.

We had a love-hate relationship, as she would say.

She was brutally murdered.

I believe I will never know if writing her story

makes her live forever...

...or kills her twice.

Should anything bad happened to her,

I had to find Javier Elizondo.

- It is you, right? - Yes.

All right then.

She asked me to give you this.

She didn’t say anything else.

Okay, I’m done here.

God bless you, son.

Excuse me.

Did you want me to be a bitch?

Well, Rosalba is dead now. You’re fucked.

She doesn’t owe anything to anybody.

All that is left is my burial,

and that is where you come in.

You always wanted more than my body, Pig.

You wanted blood,

and you could identify it in every bite.

That is why I chose you.

Diablo Guardián, I know I have no right

to tell you what you ought to do

or what the fuck you have to write.

I know I am a fucking free rider

who never knew how to tell you “I love you”.

I may have no right to ask you anything,

but there is no time for anything else, either.

So, humor me in this last request,

and be my Diablo Guardián forever.

I guess you are wondering

when my plan to run away began.

It was the day Bosco was killed.

That day, life gave me another chance.

And I felt desperate to live.

By myself.

My way,

finally.

But to do so, I had to move very carefully.

To plan every step.

To create a good alibi.

Do you know why I steal watches?

Because they are fucking insignificant little machines.

They set the pace of our life,

and moreover,

they can cost a fortune.

Watches will be banned from my new life.

Ashes to ashes, they say.

But what is the fucking point of that.

I’d rather you turn me into history.

Help me escape myself.

- To Javier Elizondo? - Yes.

But only to him.

Okay.

Fine, I will give it to him.

Rosa del Alba Rosas Valdivia,

I finally see you do a good deed.

I’m glad you don’t forget the poor in the church.

I never do, Father.

Never.

Diablo Guardián, I am sorry if I am using you

like I have every men in my life.

But relax, you were the best.

Violetta had to die.

You, Diablo Guardián, had to get me

the perfect alibi for a perfect death.

In the end, I quit being a whore and I turned into a bad girl.

Voilà!

The knife that killed Violetta.

All the drops of blood there are mine.

And all those invisible fingerprints are Nefastófeles’.

Put on your tooth fairy costume and leave it under his pillow.

Write in capital letters my murderer’s name,

Antonio Guerrero.

My death will be payback time.

And you are the pious vermin I need in order to do it.

I know what I am asking you is outrageous.

But hey, I am not asking you,

nor Pig,

or the world.

I am talking to my Diablo Guardián.

Okay?

And in a way, I am praying to him, too.

I will begin again.

I still don’t know how, but I know the means

and I need you to have my back.

You killed her, motherfucker!

Diablo Guardián, I want you to know my story,

but the real one.

You, as cunning as me, will understand me.

Besides, haven’t you been looking all your life

for a story to tell?

Well, here it is.

And it is the type that never leaves you.

My real story.

No lies, no mess.

Uncensored.

But in this life, nothing comes for free.

And before I end, I need one last favor.

- How did it go? - Indulge Violetta

by killing Rosalba.

Ever this day be at her side.

Kill me!

See you later.

Then, write my story.

You can change the bits you don’t like,

but on one condition.

Don’t let me have any regrets.

Don’t let Violetta fall apart.

Don’t let her break.

Don’t let her die even if you kill her.

I am sorry I didn’t make it to the park.

For not meeting you, for not saying goodbye.

But I had to stand you up

and given the circumstances, stood everybody up.

I was sick of my fucking life.

I felt rotten working as a whore.

Of not having any friends,

of picking up the fucking cellphone.

You were the only being that wanted to see me.

You get why I did it, right?

Nefas killed a girl and I saw it.

Goddamn it!

Do you know the price of my testimony?

Violetta?

Fucking Violetta, where are you going?

Or worse, my silence.

So, I had to play dead.

If they think I am alive, they will haunt me forever.

And then, when would they leave me alone?

Can I tell you something?

Nefastófeles hates you, you make him self-conscious.

He knows you can leave anytime.

And he will have to stay among the shit.

So, bug him, fuck him.

Let my death be my payback.

I left it all ready.

There aren’t any loose ends.

Send the evidence to Sandoval,

but stay out of it, Diablo Guardián.

If you want to help me, don’t meddle,

and then, use my life if you please.

I will be dead anyway.

And dead men tell no tales.

Besides, they don’t care what they say about them.

I never wrote love letters...

...and truth is, I would like to talk about tulips,

of the roller coaster,

or how my life changed dramatically when I met you.

But there is no time,

besides, I lied to you.

I bought you.

I played with you.

But they were the best lies of my life.

The most fancy purchases.

The top game.

And certainly!

The most amusing.

I can’t tell you anything without shedding a sudden tear.

And I kept thinking how nice it would have been

if I weren’t who I am.

And you weren’t so much what you are.

Because you and me

can’t turn into “us”.

Even though we will miss each other forever.

That is not mine,

I want to talk to my lawyer.

Take him to make his phone call.

You have the right to remain silent

while your lawyer gets here. Move it!

Everybody says that.

Take that to the lab, then to the forensic doctor.

Quickly!

Mourn every death, Diablo Guardián.

Go to my funeral with a long face and write your novel.

Maybe we will meet again.

I would like to read a fragment of the last chapter.

“Your executioner paid,

but I am your murderer.

I engraved your name in the tomb of words,

those that will never be fair to you,

because they will never be you.

They will never be Violetta.”

Thanks.