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How long will you be quiet?

A word.

Well?

Why did you come if you�re mad?

You know? I�m sick of you.

The poems and the flowers were okay.

But I�m tired of you over me all day.

I�m sorry. That is love.

One wished it lasted forever.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

You don�t get it.

You can�t appreciate my writings.

Why don�t you let me love you?

Why can�t you get I don�t love you?

What is it, girl? Is this idiot bothering you?

Yeah, he is.

I�m not an �idiot�, asshole.

Stay out of it. Let�s go.

-I don�t want to go with you. -Hold on, asshole.

You heard the lady, get out.

And I told you to stay out of it, asshole.

What�s your problem, fucking dandy?

Hey! I stood up for you!

Don�t ever mess with my boyfriend, asshole!

-Hold on, hold on! -What�s your problem?

Get the hell out of here now.

Don�t ever talk to me again, pig.

You're no one to say you don't love me?

Does it hurt?

Yeah.

Are you okay?

It hurts.

�What�s up, girl?�

�Is that idiot bothering you?�

�I stood up for you�.

�What�s your problem, fucking dandy?�

�Don�t mess with my boyfriend�.

�Why can�t you let me love you?�

Will you ever tell me who you are?

The day I find out, I�ll tell you everything, Pig.

You�re such a romantic.

Yeah.

-Does it bother you? -No.

Nobody�s perfect.

It�s not that I don�t let you love me, Pig.

But I hate to feed on lies.

It�s different to lie to others than to lie to oneself.

Do you picture me as an obedient wife?

Surrounded by kids and pets?

Love doesn�t exist.

At least, not like that.

Superman was an innocent cowboy...

and I had been kissed by the devil.

It may sound cheesy as hell,

but to me, that�s love.

Run away with your own crap before getting somebody else dirty.

BASED ON XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL

CHAPTER 10

-Mr. Valdivia? -At your service.

Good afternoon, this is Javier Elizondo again.

- Yeah, I�m listening. - I�d like to know about Rosalba.

Any data is useful.

Yeah, but you know there�s a price.

Yeah, you mentioned it.

How much is it?

Let me think about it, man.

Could you return my call when you know?

Give me two hours.

All right.

-Thanks. -Thank you.

I was fucked up anyway.

More fucking lonely than alone.

And the worst was, I was completely penniless.

But I still had a lot of crap to clean up.

I felt anger...

fear... anguish..

and to top it all, I was wearing a stupid wedding dress.

And a coat that reeked of sadomasochist.

Oh, Pig...

Since I got to New York, no outfit had been more shameful.

But that coat gave me a gift.

An envelope with the fucking papers

that proved something I already suspected.

That Nefas fooled me all along.

Every time that phone rang my heart skipped a beat.

It made me nauseous to think of his voice.

I didn�t want him to track me.

Imagine the device crushed in the middle of the park.

And me, walking past it, like it was a ran over dog

you can�t help out.

It was time to think of me.

And make allies.

Hi.

Hey, how are you?

-What a surprise. -No, don�t call him.

Why wouldn�t I?

�El Chan� is looking for you everywhere.

I can imagine.

Like a dog sniffing every corner, right?

Nefas is a mother fucker.

If I were you, I wouldn�t be so loyal.

What are you talking about?

This.

This is your mom, right?

This guy is an asshole

and he�ll screw you forever.

Where did you get this paper?

You don�t want to know.

Hey, do you really need that to prove it?

It�s different with me. Come in.

Damn!

You seem an abused woman defending him.

Look, �El Chan� and I are a team.

He may just know the permit was denied

or delayed, I don�t know.

Call him then.

Come on.

What�s up, man? How are you?

-Fine, and you? -Fine.

I�m missing a whore, but I�m fine.

Well, that whore may show up soon, you�ll see.

Man, I wanted to know about the permit.

Will it take much longer?

No, the process it�s almost over,

we just have to pay a few more bucks.

Around... two or three thousand dollars.

�Around three thousand�?

What do you mean?

Yeah, man, because...

Look.

I�ll figure it out.

Maybe I can pay you in kind. What about that?

Perfect, man.

Well, thanks a lot.

Thank you.

-Take care. -Okay.

Bye.

See?

Son of a bitch.

Fucking asshole!

Getting drunk won�t solve anything.

Neither will you staying. Get out!

Will you let that asshole win then? After he fooled you like an idiot?

The idea of a team was good, but you know?

You didn�t choose your players well.

Look, miss...

I�m fucked up, my family, too.

What about you?

What do you want?

-Money or what? -No, I don�t want money.

I want the same as you.

You have no idea about what I want.

-Get out! -I don�t?

Don�t you want that asshole to rot in hell?

To stop screwing you?

I want Nefas dead.

Don�t you want that?

None of us knew if we were heading

towards our doom or our salvation.

But at least, I wasn�t stuck anymore.

Are you ready?

Sure you�ll do it?

You wanna do it?

Huh?

Good luck.

-What a surprise, man. -Yeah.

Didn�t expect you today. Come in.

I wanted to stop by.

-Give it to me. -What?

The money, isn�t that why you came?

Yeah, I forgot.

What is it, are you high?

A little.

Well, man, I wanted to ask you

how much longer will the process take for my mom?

Well, it�s almost over.

Remember Milton asked us to be patient,

but it�s almost over.

Hold on, it won�t take long, trust me.

Can I have a drink?

Are you drinking again?

Sure, it�s in the kitchen.

The whore is still missing.

Could she go away?

Not Violetta.

She wouldn�t go far without me.

That asshole needs me.

You know what I think?

That you aren�t that necessary anymore.

I mean, for her, right?

What is it, man?

Did something happen?

Sure?

Sure.

You know, �Chan�?

I talked with my mom in the morning.

She was very excited we�ll be together again and...

I wanted to thank you.

And when she gets here, she�ll be part of the business.

It will be so.

I�m really happy to help you.

You tricked me, mother fucker.

Think twice, coward.

Think of your mom.

Come on.

Shoot already.

What happened?

-What, asshole? -Get in the car.

Move it, damn it!

Honestly...

I never thought Nefas could be mortal.

The Devil is immortal, right?

Truth is, I loved to think that maybe after all,

Violetta will be less of a prisoner.

Hey, calm down.

I won�t take you to the cops.

So, tell him to turn around and take me home.

-Take me home. -Nefas is dead.

I don�t want to screw you, Henry.

I only want to say goodbye to my city.

Are you leaving New York?

Believed you were tougher, bro.

Holy shit.

Can we go home now?

That is my home.

Way to go.

Book a single room, then.

I�m not allowed.

I hit my first home run here and got my first out, too.

How come?

For being naive and stupid.

I should have learned from that out.

People in New York are shitty.

Are you talking about me?

Yeah...

but I think it�s time I forgive you, right?

Yeah...

Stop it, man.

Stop.

I said stop.

-No? -No.

Shit, shit, shit...

Shit, shit...

That�s it.

What�s up?

Nothing.

Say that again.

And I suddenly realized I didn�t belong to anybody.

I needed to act quickly.

An ace up my sleeve.

Thanks, Holy Virgin.

Between life and money,

Violetta doesn�t choose...

she takes it all.

Fucking thief.

I was a damned crazy runaway again.

New York had given me wings...

to pluck them all and then leave me

like a fucking bald chicken.

I began to feel many things.

You know I never sent postcards?

Not even one.

Truth is, I didn�t have any mother fucker

to tell my stories in the back of a picture.

Loneliness takes over.

I feel insignificant and empty.

How much do you charge?

Won�t you tell me?

Mother fucker!

Everything goes blank for what seems like hours.

Hours of freedom.

Hours of pure renewal.

I was a survivor.

And survivors are ready for everything...

but giving up.

SIX MONTHS LATER...

As soon as I watch a problematic scene,

I shut my eyes until I�m sure the threat is over.

In Mexico, I could erase and rewind.

Start over.

Press the reset button.

I mean, I looked like a nice girl.

The clothes, the watch, the heels...

That could be nothing in New York.

But in Mexico, it�d be as valuable as gold.

Does it hurt?

No.

How about now?

Why are you leaving so soon?

I have to be there early.

I don�t like when you play responsible.

You know I�m just responsible at work.

I want to spend more time with you.

Are you gonna start?

Of course.

I forgot you make the rules of the game.

Are we playing then?

Yesterday at the bar...

Last night in bed...

You tell me.

I just got ready.

No.

No.

No.

Stop! Look what you�ve done?

Don�t get mad.

I just want you to know that...

I...

hate...

you.

You�ve just missed your kiss.

Bye!

Hi, Javier.

I�m Mr. Mario, Rosalba�s father,

are you there?

Hello?

Well, Javier...

Man...

I just called to say I�ve got more papers

if you need them.

Just in case.

Have a good day.

HELP US FIND HER

It�s you.

Why are you here?

I could ask you the same.

I wanted to know if that slacker was working,

but he must be home jerking off.

Most probably.

Hey...

We should grab a coffee some time, right?

Sure.

I�m sorry.

My alarm didn�t go off.

Precisely today?

You�ll have the dossier in ten minutes.

It had to be in my computer last night.

-I know, man, but I... -So, what�s wrong with you?

- Are you writing a novel? - No.

Well, yes.

What?

Even better... I think.

I�ll tell you.

I�m listening.

Do you know Rosalba?

Who doesn�t?

Sure.

We are getting to know each other.

We meet almost everyday after work.

I know that�s no excuse, but...

I forgot to send you the dossier last night.

What?

I�m surprised by her wide ranging taste.

What do you mean?

You look nothing like the boss.

Are they together?

Well, rumor has it he�s fucking her.

Do you know since when?

Since she got to the office.

Damn it, I�m an asshole.

Now you�ll never finish that dossier.

Don�t worry.

-You�ll have it in ten. -Sure?

Then, I�ll call you so we go together.

And take a Rivotril,

I don�t want you to kill anybody at the meeting.

CONTRADICTIONS IN ROSALBA�S DISAPPEARANCE

What do you want?

Could you come to my office, please?

I can�t.

Just a minute.

I said I can�t.

-Hey, good job! -Delete it.

-What? -Delete it.

-I�ve a better idea. -No...

The meeting�s in 20 minutes.

I�ve got 10 left, trust me.

Thanks.

Good morning.

-Good morning. -Morning.

A last minute change.

Let me make an introduction before the boss gets here.

As you know, Alfa Lexus,

it�s the first client in the automotive industry

that wants our agency to be part of its current campaign.

My friend here,

decided to compare a car�s speed,

with the fast pace of a modern couple.

So, we�ll see a man and a woman in fast motion

speeding up their meetings to be on time for school,

work and the gym...

To pick up the kids, even to meet a lover.

Except...

when they�re inside the car.

There, time stops.

There they have...

each other.

You�d better grasp this idea,

you know the boss doesn't like second thoughts.

There he comes.

Chief.

This is The Last Judgment.

Shall we start, darling?

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