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What took you so long?

Where is Nefas?

Are you kidding?

What happened,
now you need him?

Don’t touch me, asshole.

Where is he?

He went for a ride.

Kobi told me everything.

What do you want?

Tell me why the fuck

“El Gallego” sent you
to Queens, understood?

You know why, honey.

Don’t touch me, asshole!

I needed that dough
and you knew.

I needed that job,
and you know?

I’ll take my place back, got it?

What?

Feels nice, right?

Huh?

You have a tail instead of tits.

Yeah.

You’ll always be at the bottom.

Motherfucker!

BASED ON
XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL

CHAPTER 8
A LOT OF RUBBISH AND NO TIME

Shall we go?

When I look back,
those days seem impossible.

“Nefastófeles”
stuck in my destiny.

Sticking his nose
in every detail of my life.

Not a fucking taxi, damn it!

Will you tell me
what the fuck happened

or shall I wait to get home?
Huh?

I don’t wanna talk now.

God, damn it.

- Did you see anybody?
- Wanna talk now? Huh?

There wasn’t anybody.
The door was open,

and I found you on the floor.
What the fuck happened?

Thanks for helping me.

You can trust me, darling.
What happened?

- Did “El Gallego” do it?
- No.

It was a client.

Why would you see
a client at home?

I didn’t, he followed me.
I didn't realize until I got there.

Who is that asshole?

Who is that asshole?

If you beat him,
the other clients will know.

Is that what you want?

Let’s go.

Let’s walk.

Come on.

YOU CAN’T EXORCISE ME,
I WILL STAY HERE

BETTER TELL ME
WHERE SHALL I TAKE THEE

THE CAMPAIGN’S CONCEPT...

CHANGE OF SKIN WITH QUALITY

#NEW SKIN

SAME PLACE
SEE YOU IN TWO HOURS

“WASH THE PAST AWAY
FROM YOUR SKIN”

Well, that’s the idea.

Quality soap gives you everyday
a new start, a new chance of...

changing skin.

I like that.

Sorry for playing
the devil’s advocate, but...

- I’m not convinced.
- Why?

It’d be great if your target
were hippies, but women...

Well, I have
other slogans such as...

“Quality soap,
quality makes a difference”,

but I’d like to try
something different.

Yeah, Pig is right.

Let’s take a chance.

So, define the “change of skin” idea
and send it to me before 10.

In the morning.

Today, fucker.

I must check it
before the clients sees it.

- The thing is...
- Yeah, no excuses.

- Bye.
- Pedro....

I was taking
my grandma to the doctor.

I’ll help you.

No, you know?

I think I can work at the clinic.

See you tomorrow.

See you.

New skin!

“Quality on your skin...”

“A new beginning...”

- Change...
- Table five’s bill, man.

Hey, can I have
the Wi-Fi password?

Right, hold on.

The Wi-Fi is
“Don’t screw me”...

and the password is
“This isn’t fucking Starbucks”.

In lower case.
Hashtag asshole.

Thanks, man.

Do you never wait?

More than two hours?
No fucking way.

Not even for me?

I had to send Pedro something in...

Eleven seconds.

Ten, nine, eight...

You always get
what you want, right?

Yeah.

Seven...

- Six...
- Having fun?

A lot.

Five, four...

YOUR STORY LIES IN HER

Since I met Nefastófeles,
I stopped enjoying New York.

How could that street rat believe

picking up men
in the Vanderbilt’s lobby

was the same as hooking up
with the first, sixth

or fortieth pig on his client list.

My only comfort was the idea
of ripping him off.

And screwing him.

Don’t think it was a whim.

I had it all very clear in my head.

Sometimes eclipsed
by my fucking paranoia.

A paranoia resembling a hunch.

A silver bullet with my name on it.

I’m walking down 95th Street.

I’m scared.

My knees are shaking,
who knows if it shows.

Nobody looks at me.

No matter what you do in New York,
no one will care.

Violetta.

Look.

Come see the beauties I got you.

Look.

If Henry tells Nefas
I tricked him...

Yeah, I agree.

He’d probably try to destroy you.

- Should that comfort me?
- No.

No, you just have...

to learn to read your cards.

All right.

Listen, Henry is an addict,
a lame coward

and obviously
not the smartest person I know.

So, what the cards say right now,

just after trying to kill you
and escaping like a rat,

Henry must be
more scared than you are.

Then do something, please.

I won’t fire Henry,
he’s good at his job.

Violetta, he knows
I’m protecting you.

He won’t hurt you.

I’m tired, I don’t feel safe.

Nobody is, everyone is scared.

You should get used to that feeling.

I was tired of being
the bad guys’ captive princess.

Come on.

Then it came to me.

It wasn’t
what they did to me...

but how little they paid for it.

There’s people with plans
and those who get screwed.

I was sick of being
part of the latter.

My body is numb.

I look better this way, right?

What about this?

I mean it, I thought
it happened to everybody.

Not to everybody.

You have super powers.

Am I Super Multi-Orgasmic Woman?

Trust me.

You know which
would be my super power?

- Tell me.
- Invisibility.

You could sneak in my room.

No, I don’t need
super powers for that.

So, why invisibility?

To enjoy this city the right way.

Far from Nefas.

Far from Henry.

Far from me?

I’d spent all day in Saks.

I’d fool around
for hours at Tiffany’s.

Then, I’d go back home.

To Mexico City?

No.

To the Royal Vanderbilt.

You know what you should do?

Not traffic coke, but super powers.

For you, I’d think
about that business.

But before...

I’ll have to check...

if you are indeed...

Super Multi-Orgasmic Woman.

Thanks for the painting.
I love it.

Sorry for yesterday,
I was cranky.

I want you to wear this.

It’ll make you invisible.

I love it.

I’ll doll up.

Please, don’t do this to me.

Trust me.

See?

You know, Diablo?

Expensive furs
do make you invisible.

I could do this everyday.

You’d get bored in the end.

I meant the view.

I wouldn’t like
to go back to reality.

Are you trying to stick
to me, Violetta?

No, to New York.

Are you coming or what?

Violetta can be tough...

but there’s always a price...

and it is high.

Long time no see.

How many times
did you fuck the Spaniard?

Huh?

How much did you get?

Are you alone?

Hi.

Feeling better?

I thought I wouldn’t see you again.

We had a meeting,
but since you weren’t around...

“El Chan”
told me you were attacked.

You’re lucky to be alive, darling.

It’s Milton.

Be right back.

May the Virgin be with you.

- Come on, we can make it.
- Alright.

Any word on my business
with “El Gallego”,

and I’ll tell him you almost
killed his best investment.

Do you think I’m stupid?

That business
is pure gold, right?

What the fuck do you want?

Will you be good?

- Of course.
- Good.

It was a pleasure.

Bye, princess.

It was a pleasure to use you.

What a shameless motherfucker.

I do have a mother.

And this will bring her here.

Huh?

Did you hear?

Take it easy, sweetheart.

See you.

I don’t want us to be
Henry and Nefas’ puppets.

Why did you give him the cash?

What? To buy you some peace.

Can’t you see?

Because if this was
them against me,

What if it’s not enough?

I don’t want
to run away forever.

Well, then go.

And where the fuck will I go?

Don’t you get
this city’s my home?

Then stay.

What if Henry asks for more?

Huh?

Violetta, that’s a fact.

He surely will.

We’ll cross that bridge,
when we get to it.

- Nefas can’t know about...
- He will know everything.

Sooner or later,
I’d rather the second.

Great.

He won’t kill me just yet.

Violetta.

Violetta.

When he finally finds about this...

he won’t lay a finger on you.

I sometimes felt like a character

of those soap operas
my mom used to watch.

“Whores cry too”.

I was sick of those vultures
feeding off of me.

Ever hold a real gun?

They’re heavier than they seem.

They’re heavy,

‘cause just having them
gives you a “guilty” sign.

My morale could be flexible...

but I wasn’t willing to be guilty.

Guilt should be
the eighth deadly sin.

Because it’s useless
and you take it to the grave.

I was a little bird eager to fly.

And if I thought
of risks and consequences...

I’d get paralyzed again.

I had to look forward and carry on.

Was the doctor here?

Yeah.

Shall he visit you
in your new house next time?

Either you’re a great fuck
or he’s falling for you.

That’s it.

Both.

You must be exhausted, darling.

But guess what?

No more “Gallego” in a few days.

The doc will start a business
and he wants us in.

Will we traffic Rivotril now?

No.

He wants a monthly coke supply
for all the junkies at the hospital.

Tons of these.

And you will multiply our profit.

I won’t fuck hundreds
of doctors and nurses.

Darling...

if this goes well...

you’ll stop being a whore.

But you must help me
with “El Gallego”.

Is he gonna die coming?

No, that’ll be the diversion
to take his phone

and get Kobi’s contact.

He’s his supplier.

Then, we make business
directly with him

without your fucking
Spaniard as the intermediary.

Or what?

Are you scared to betray him?

Are you scared of it?

No.

How much will be my share?

Get me the contact first,
then we’ll see.

KOBI KYMC

Swear it.

I swear, darling.
“El Gallego” won’t find out.

I can’t.

You will be fine.

Nobody will hurt you
if you’re with me.

Nobody will lay a finger
on you, I promise.

I’m scared.

What if Kobi tells
“El Gallego” it wasn’t a theft.

That won’t happen.

How do you know?

In this business,
friendship gets fucked

when there’s money at stake,
that’s how it works.

Tell me what you found.

Yeah?

I swear nobody will hurt you.

Here, darling, a bonus.

You earned it for being brave.

Good job.

Have you noticed
Mexican women

have an inner soap
opera actress in them?

It’s like something...

natural.

Part of an identity.

I wonder if a gun was
the answer to any story?

It’s one of those fake answers
that magnifies the problem.

The way I see it,
life is solved with bucks.

Not bullets.

I’m on my way.
I need to see you.

What are you playing at?

Get down.

I’m not afraid of heights.

Nor free falling.

How the hell
did he got that contact.

Maybe it was Henry.

Henry, Nefas nor anybody
have Kobi’s contact.

Wha else did he say?

Only that.

They're making a very
important deal with a client.

They’d contact Kobi directly
to multiply the profit.

- I thought you didn’t do coke.
- The time has come.

Fuck!

I’ll need you
to sort all this shit out.

I want the details
of Kobi and Nefas’s meeting.

Did you hear me?

Do you want me dead?

It’s an order, not a suggestion.

He’ll never know you told me.

Then who?
He hasn’t told anybody.

I’ll hijack the merchandise
before he gets it.

Nefas will never know what hit him.

This will be expensive.
You know, right?

And the pay is in advance.

It’s evident you’re
a natural for business.

I’ll charge you extra
for the FaceTime with your family.

So you got jealous?

Are you that kind
of woman, Violetta?

You’ve never met
a woman like me.

No matter their threats...

Violetta was resolved.

What happened?

Have you closed the deal?

- With Kobi?
- Yeah.

Yeah, all’s ready.
He texted me.

So, will you pay me tomorrow?

Why the rush?

I just don’t want you
to trick me.

You’ll have your money tomorrow.

Peter will pay you
upon delivery?

Yeah, he’s got the cash.
We just have to trade.

What’s on your mind, darling?

That we deserve
to celebrate, don’t you think?

Open it.

Waiting to carry out
a plan is never-ending.

It’s like watching
a water pot until it boils.

Expectations, Pig...

distort time.

Time to go, darling.

Okay, good luck.

Honey, he’s on his way.

Yeah.

Okay, bye.

The world is full of wolves
chasing after little lambs.

But neither Nefas
nor the fucking “Gallego”

knew at the end of my story,

the little lamb
is tougher than prettier.

Kobi?

Violetta.

You may think
I was a filthy traitor.

But I was charging what I deserved.

It was the minimum fee
for the tons of shit I had.

Let’s go!

Fun shouldn’t be considered
a luxury, Diablo,

but a necessity.

You may think letting
my guard down then was rubbish.

But after all I had been through,
I deserved to celebrate.

To fucking burst with laughter.