Diablo Guardian (2018) s01e04 Episode Script

1
Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.
How do you know I’m not American?
It was my sixth sense, and besides,
we are somewhat compatriots.
Daniel Valinear, I’m Argentine,
but Mexican by choice.
Do you mind if I sit with you?
- I’d rather be alone, thank you.
- All right.
Well I could use some company.
Right.
Would you like one?
I’d love to,
but I can’t, I’m very nervous.
I just got mugged.
- Really?
- Yeah, at the airport.
A guy offered to carry my suitcase.
He took it along
with my coat, my briefcase,
and he ran away with everything,
my passport, my money
I only had enough to get here.
I’m sorry.
Well, at least now I know
not all thieves stayed
in Mexico City.
I already reported the theft
of my credit cards
but I don’t know if I’ll be able
to do everything
I have to do tomorrow.
Why? What will you do?
I must go to the embassy
to get another passport,
do some processes, so
I’d like to know if you could
lend me some money,
I’ll pay you tomorrow.
I’ll send the money to your room
in a closed envelope, it’ll be safe.
You’ll be staying
at this hotel, right?
Of course.
A hundred dollars would be enough.
- Take 200, just in case.
- Thanks a lot, really.
- Nice to meet you.
- You too.
I’ll pay you back tomorrow.
I’ll leave you to it.
- What’s your name?
- Violetta.
- Nice to meet you.
- Good luck.
Thanks.
In New York,
you can eat shit on demand.
And if your soul hurts,
the better.
Because New York loves
gullible rats.
I never get scammed
without a profit.
So, instead of crying over
200 fucking dollars,
I thought:
Imagine the things I’d do
with an abundant cleavage
and my innocent face.
I was starting to recognize
the irresistible scent of sin.
I had to synchronize the haste
of the streets with mine.
And I was in the best
place to do so.
I was alone and free.
Ready to eat
The Big Apple up.
Violetta needed
to taste her kryptonite.
I could have written
a book, for sure
"How to eat The Big Apple
in four easy steps".
"Step number one:
Acknowledge your insatiable hunger.
Step number two:
Open your mouth
as wide as you can.
Step number three:
Bite willy-nilly.
Step number four:
Enjoy."
Take note, Diablo:
”Femme Fatale à Manhattan”.
BASED ON
XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL
CHAPTER 4
TO BE OR NOT TO BE ME
Pig!
Pig, open the door, man!
I brought beers.
- Pig! What’s up, dude?
- Watch out, man.
What do you mean?
The swamp.
Dude
Have you gone mad or are you high?
I took an acid.
Dude, are you really
selling the house?
It will be done.
The house?
The house?
No, dude.
Ask the snake.
Dude
What are you talking about?
What’s wrong, Pig?
I’ll be better
when I go to Madrid.
Pig!
Come on, dude!
- There are no stories here.
- Relax, man.
You just have to find them,
that’s all.
I said no, fucker!
Look
I’ve outgrown this place.
I
I’ll be better when
when I’m gone.
I
No, Pig! No!
Pig!
- What are you doing?
- Hey!
You think you can erase me?
Come on, dude!
You just wrote bullshit.
You wish you wrote like me, asshole.
Listen, Pig.
You think you’re a genius,
but I hope you don’t end up sick.
You should be more grateful
with your friends, dude.
You should buy me new shoes.
After all,
you threw up on them.
I can erase you too, fucker.
What are you doing, man?
Put that down.
What does it feel?
Enough, man.
You’re empty.
You don’t know fear.
You’re empty, Sapo.
And you’re full of shit, Pig.
If you find me so disgusting,
why didn’t you go?
Like everyone else.
Because I care about you, man!
It’s been months
since I last saw you.
Dude, I came here many times,
I rang the bell,
but nobody answered.
Was that you?
Yes, who else?
- I mean, dude
- Yeah.
I totally get it.
You know what?
I like you.
I like hanging out with you.
But I’d rather be alone.
You get it, right?
I don’t care if I don’t see you.
All right.
As you wish, dude.
Your snake can take care of you.
To swindle
is not that easy, Pig.
It’s an art.
- Did you just arrived?
- Yeah.
- How long are you staying?
- Two weeks.
Well, this is embarrassing,
but I just got mugged.
I was wondering if you could
lend me some money.
Yeah, sure.
Have you got any, dude?
Yeah?
All right. Give it to me.
- Is that all?
- Yeah.
All right.
May I?
Thanks.
You must choose
your prey carefully.
And honestly, my compass
didn’t always pointed the right way.
Why don’t you lead?
So? What do they call you “Sapo”?
Because I’m slow and stupid.
Well, you’re definitely stupid.
Getting into this neighborhood
with that posh look
You must be brave.
How did you get here?
I was looking
for something missing.
And what is it? A girl?
No. A story.
I’m a writer.
- Come on, man!
- I am.
Don’t be offended, man.
I’m just kidding.
Hey, why don’t you tell me
what can I do
to be the story you’re looking for.
- Come in.
- Thanks.
Damn.
I’d better ask for a ransom
than traffic with your organs.
I bet my liver is fucked up already.
And trust me, I’m not worth a penny.
This house isn’t mine.
It’s my boss’.
Well, the company’s owner’s.
A rich man?
Kind of.
And where is he now?
He called it quits
and now he lives in Madrid.
He set up a publishing house there.
He’s doing great.
What about you?
Nothing.
I take care of the house
while he’s away.
Hey, handsome
won’t you show me
your boss’ room?
No need, honey.
Go to sleep, darling.
I’m asleep.
What’s wrong, darling?
I hate that you call me "darling"!
Why?
Somebody used to called me that.
Your whorish ex-girlfriend?
No.
I’ve never had a girlfriend.
So, who’s that?
Hey, answer me!
Nobody.
I bet you fucked her.
No.
Redactuando launch,
online news!
I live in Madrid,
Experienced journalist.
Planning to come back to Mexico.
I want to collaborate with your team.
Please find attached
some of my work.
These are your two tickets
for "Les Misérables".
You have to be
at the theater at 7:30 p.m.
- Have a nice time.
- All right, thanks.
- We are at your service.
- Thank you, Martha.
Rosy, we’ve got the tickets.
What’s that?
My purse!
Are you okay?
I was robbed.
They took everything.
I swear you’re my guardian angels.
Come on, don’t exaggerate.
We’re glad to help.
I swear I’ll pay for everything.
No, it’s okay.
What you need to do is
to find your parents.
Do you want to call them again?
No.
They mustn’t have signal.
- It’s the snowstorm.
- What?
Yeah!
In fact, they canceled
all the flights.
So, how did you get here?
Sorry.
I’m sorry.
I really looked forward
for this trip.
And now
I don’t have a place to stay.
Come with us.
Wow!
This is too much.
It’s alright.
If Rosy were lost in
a strange city,
I’d love that somebody
helped her.
- Make yourself comfortable.
- Thanks.
If you get hungry,
there’s food in the fridge, okay?
- Okay.
- Oh!
Take your time
if you want to take a shower.
We’ll have dinner
after the play.
Perfect.
- Thank you!
- That’s my bed.
I’m sorry.
I’d better go,
- I don’t want to be a bother.
- That’s not it.
There’s enough room.
I can sleep on the sofa.
What are you saying, Dad?
All right.
Sleep there if you want to.
But stay, okay?
Dad, we’ll be late.
See? Now you can’t say no.
This is my number.
Call me
if you need anything, okay?
Yeah, I’ll call you.
All right.
Come on, Rosy!
Broadway is waiting!
Good luck! Have fun.
Okay!
- What the fuck is this!
- No, no, I didn’t
No, I
All the guests on this floor
have complaint for the noise!
I was watching TV.
Look, Dad!
My dresses!
And this bill?
I’ll pay for that.
Get out if you don’t want me
to call the police!
No
No, I’m a good person.
I swear.
My things.
- Get out!
- Hold on!
Let’s go.
If mom finds out
- Come on, come on!
- Ouch!
Get out!
Honestly, I just wanted
to ask you for money.
What?
And I couldn’t find the way.
Can you forgive me?
Dad!
Don’t come back again.
Okay, Sofia?
Who? Me!
Thank you.
Not a word to your mom!
When I felt really lonely,
I would count money.
Just like that,
to keep me company.
But my numbers were getting
worse by the minute.
In New York,
every career is competitive,
even for scammers.
If I wanted to excel
at my new job,
I had to change my strategy.
Say it again.
Pig.
Pig.
Hey! Did it work?
What?
The copy machine, man.
Does it work now?
Oh!
No.
Damn.
Damn it, man!
They spend a thousand dollars
on flowers for the hall,
but nobody cares
about hiring a handyman!
That’s the guy
who bought the flowers.
This is an office, man.
All right?
Not a greenhouse.
No, man, I can’t.
I couldn’t go to Miami.
My dad had to attend
a last-minute meeting
and he gave me a reservation
he booked in New York.
Yeah.
At least,
I’m at the Royal.
- Susy?
- I decided I would look
- for men.
- Susy de la O?
Rich, narcissist
and thirsty.
I didn’t mind the conversation.
It was enough to feel
like a decent and rich girl.
Hello, hot pie.
Want me to be your cutie pie?
How much do you charge?
500?
A thousand?
How much is your fee?
I’m sorry,
I don’t understand you.
I know you have to pretend
downstairs at the lobby, "Sandra".
But you can quit acting here.
I’m sorry, gorgeous
but it’s pretty clear
you’re Mexican.
As clear as you’re a whore.
And I don’t mean to offend you,
but usually the negotiation
is faster.
So we both don’t lose time.
What can I say?
Nobody likes
to be called a “whore”.
At least, not the first time.
I wasn’t looking for love.
You know I hate that word.
You may even find it funny
I took it so personal.
But do you know
what really shook me?
Ultimately,
this hot pie was right.
I was wasting my time.
It was about time
it dawned on me.
Sex gives you power.
It puts you, literally,
on top of another.
New York is like me.
It has an urgency to be.
To be what?
Whatever you want.
It was time to kill
Loise Lane
and get out
my true inner heroine.
And to do so,
I had to know other settings.
Go underground
and get my hands dirty.
Learn from the masters.
Hi.
I’m Velvet, what’s your name?
How do you know I speak Spanish?
Because I’m Velvet.
I’m Violetta.
After a while, I got used
to get profit
from the slightest of my moves.
That’s it!
Velvet!
- The payment is always in advance.
- Always.
You are in charge.
Make them come
- quickly.
- Quickly.
- Don’t fall in love.
- Never.
Why are you helping me?
Because I’m Velvet.
Cheers!
If I invite you to dinner,
would you play blind for me?
You bore me.
You amuse me.
I’d been looking
for a cool story for a while.
What? Don’t you want
to fuck again?
Pig?
How did you know?
I did my research.
And what did you find?
A blog.
"Pig’s gallows".
You’re good.
But you fuck better.
I used to write bullshit.
Not anymore?
What were you writing then?
I thought of a story
while we were on the bed.
So, you’re one of the few
who think while they fuck?
Sometimes.
Well
do as you please
but fuck me already.
Undoubtedly, I was talented.
I was driving
at full speed, Diablo.
And I wasn’t afraid of crashing.
Two thousand dollars.
Two thousand dollars to fuck me.
But I won’t be your whore.
You’ll be my sugar daddy
while you’re here.
Got it?
The payment is in advance, honey.