Diablo Guardian (2018) s01e05 Episode Script

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Jumping is like betting.
You don’t have to,
but you do it anyway.
I had jumped
into a different career,
and tasted again
that Junior Suite flavor
I missed so much.
I needed to try it.
To express my whole self.
You know what I learned?
That clothes and makeup,
just like words and kisses
are tools.
They're useful to deceive.
Would you follow me?
- And you are?
- I won't answer that now.
Don't touch me, cunt.
Want everybody
to know you're a whore?
You've got the wrong person.
I followed you, I know
what you're doing with that man.
Are you coming now?
BASED ON
XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL
CHAPTER 5
NASTINESS AT YOUR DOOR
What do you want?
Fifty percent of your profits.
Why don't you spread your legs
and get all of it?
I haven't introduced myself.
I'm Martha Ferrer,
I'm in charge
of the customer service
where you practice
prostitution illegally.
You can't treat me like shit.
You know my offer is good,
you can make money
however you want to
and I'd give you
an unlimited safe pass.
I won't give my money
to a stranger like you.
Then do your business
in another hotel.
Not the end of the world.
Until then, I thought
I was my own boss.
Isn't that cute?
Lessons were pouring
on me like rain.
And although I was ashamed,
I stuck my chest out.
You know, my boobs
never go unnoticed,
not even at my worst.
It's those hotels
his friend sponsors.
There must be a reason.
How are you, Mr. Secretary?
Ramiro! How are you?
Glad to see you.
- How was your trip, Ramiro?
- It was very hot and sunny.
Yeah, we can tell.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
I'll go to the toilet.
- Sure.
- Excuse me.
The accountant called us
and gave us the papers
with Mr. Alejandro Reyes
You scared me, asshole.
What?
You and the Assistant Manager?
Why do I owe an explanation
to a kid like you?
You wouldn't want
everybody to find out.
I give him intel
on politicians, okay?
You're a snitch.
If that word makes you hornier
And the checks
inside the drawer are your pay.
Do you fuck him too?
Yes
but that's
not part of the deal,
I think
Well, I really don't remember.
Any else?
They're waiting for me.
My dress!
Say it!
Say it!
I'll meet you in the car.
After many unsuccessful
attempts I won't mention,
I was determined to know
the shifts of that bitch.
I had to choose
between money and living.
And I wanted the money.
The rest could wait.
I needed new
selling spots.
I believed everything
was possible, but quitting.
And my ambition led me
to the most natural place.
Alcohol and solitude
make the perfect target.
- Hey!
- Let's go.
Can you imagine
how shocked I was?
I couldn't believe
New York treated me like that.
So, everything
I've told you about
and the information
on the assistant manager
is confidential, right?
Relax, I won't get you fired.
Well, thanks.
But if this is about
having sex at the office,
you know a bed works too.
- You know I like danger.
- That makes two of us.
And how long have you been
in this great business?
Two years.
Quite a while, right?
I wonder if someone,
other than you, evidently,
would have found out
about all this.
Does that make me special?
It makes you especially sneaky.
- Almost as much as me.
- No, I'm a writer.
What's so funny?
Your perverted
writer mind would love this.
Really?
Do you know what
he likes to do in bed?
- Do I wanna know?
- Of course!
He's a very sick person.
Come on!
You're not that different.
Well, how's your novel going?
I'll meet the publisher tomorrow.
Really?
Great, but I'll read it
before it gets published, right?
Not in a million years.
Why are you so weird?
I’ll take the deal.
You'll get me the best clients
and I'll go straight to the room.
Are you free tonight?
Your man is still here.
I disappeared a few days,
he wouldn't see me again.
Some days ago,
he ordered room service
for 2 thousand dollars.
He was with another girl.
That man
can be really profitable.
We shouldn't waste
this opportunity.
All right.
What was your name again?
You don't need to know.
You're right.
mexican whore
Shit!
Do you know the sales index
for fiction novels last year?
Yeah, I read something.
They went down 30 percent.
Not very likely to improve.
People don't like
the smell of paper anymore.
That's why I want to do
something different.
An impossible love story
in a made up city
That casually
resembles Mexico City.
Listen
This draft is very well written.
But readers don't care!
There's an interesting
main character,
action, politic affairs, sex
But there's something missing.
The truth.
Listen, I feel
your sex scenes description
is very vague.
You can't do that
if your main character
is a business woman
addicted to sex.
Can't you think
of anything better?
Yeah, sure.
The thing is, the Assistant
Manager sign them first,
send them to Human Resources
and then to you.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
Take care.
Bye, have a nice day.
What's the matter?
Did you sell your novel?
Even better.
The publisher
gave me a great idea.
Really? What?
I want to see you in bed
with the Assistant Manager.
Yeah, you wish!
Look, you should be grateful
I let you write
all the dirty stuff we do.
No one will know it's you.
Isn't your imagination enough?
No.
I don't know.
Hi.
I need your help.
Really? What do you want?
Do you know a man who passed out
at the bar yesterday?
I work here, I know everything.
Well, he knows I'm a whore.
I need you to investigate him.
Hurry up!
- Aren't we partners?
- Calm down.
Wait over there.
He's Mark Souvairan,
nephew of the French ambassador,
and he's staying for a week.
- A week?
- Yes.
- And if he gives me away?
- No, he won't.
Don't worry, he would't want
to be connected to you.
He went mad yesterday.
That ass called me
"fucking Mexican whore".
I think the barman knows.
No, don't worry.
If he was that drunk,
nobody would take him seriously.
How can you be so sure?
Trust me, honey.
Do you have kids?
One.
Alberto.
That's nice.
What?
Your face.
It changed
when you mentioned him.
I think I only saw that
once on my mom's face.
I had won the costume
contest at school.
What's wrong with that?
She was only happy
for the prize.
The money.
Do your parents know?
My parents taught me
I had to cheat
to make a living.
But now, I do it my way.
One day, you'll be grateful
our paths crossed.
I hope so.
I'm Violetta.
According to you,
when should you stop trusting?
Who should you trust?
How many of them
would stab you on the back?
By the way
this Mexican whore won't forget
you can't get hard, asshole.
Have you heard?
What?
Remember we were the first
to notify about the paid holidays
of the Secretary
of Foreign Affairs?
Well, some politician assistant
claims Noemí was
who filtered the information.
Is there any evidence?
The Assistant Manager
admitted everything.
Did they fire him?
That's the point.
The Assistant Manager was fired,
but she managed to escape
before the Secretary
reported her.
Nobody knows her whereabouts.
I didn't see that coming.
None of us did.
More coffee?
No, thanks.
Fuck!
I'm not after you, but after him.
Really? Do you know him?
He's a scammer yuppie
who owns an important
real estate agency.
I spent all my savings
on an apartment he never built,
we went bankrupt.
You got screwed.
I can't even pay
for my son's college fee.
I filed a report,
but it was useless.
I'm sorry.
When I saw you two on the lift,
I knew you were a prostitute,
and I've taken
pictures of you together
to send them to his wife.
I hope that will screw him.
- Have you sent them?
- No, not yet.
- Are you telling the truth?
- If I had, I wouldn't be here.
What will you do?
Keep working to pay my debts.
So, our deal's still on, right?
Look, Violetta, our deal
wasn't about the money.
Look, Martha
my tricks will only benefit you.
Take it.
You could pay
for your son's college fee.
I told you you'd be grateful
our paths crossed.
How are you?
Screwed.
Still don't have it?
I don't get it
I think I have writer's block.
I don't know.
The thing is
you love writing from
a third person point of view.
And now you're in over your head!
I've a tip for you.
Take your time.
Get out, have fun, live!
When you've written something
really powerful; call me.
Got it?
That man’s in for a hard time.
- What's wrong?
- I've a lot of work.
Yeah, I figure.
Listen, I put my underwear
inside his wife's gift box.
"Diablo", trust sucks.
Martha!
What is this?
You got fired.
Yeah, I can read.
But why?
Don't play dumb, man.
You're slacking,
you've been missing work,
- you wander in the corridors
- I was working on my novel.
And then we have to do your work.
- You're fucking lazy.
- What's wrong with you?
You always complain
about these assholes,
and now you're
the perfect employee?
- Come on!
- Cool down, man.
When will you realize
that the crap you write
doesn't make people think?
It's useless!
It's garbage!
Why did you do it?
I was afraid
they knew about our deal.
Wasn't it easier
to tell me to go?
You wouldn't have listened.
This was the most
effective way to put you off.
I swear I told them
not to call the police.
I'm sorry.
I don't want to get
in trouble because of you.
I can't trust you.
What are you doing?
I'll say you assaulted me.
Now go out that door and run away.
I was an antisocial cockroach.
An outcast.
My mistake?
To believe my own lies.
I couldn't keep living
with a mess in my head.
I had to save my honor.
SEARCH: SECRETARY
REPLACE WITH: ASSHOLE
THE BLUNDERS OF THE NEW ASSHOLE
SEARCH: PRESIDEN
REPLACE WITH: MORON
SALARY IMPROVEMENT;
SAYS THE MORON
MOM AND DAD; I'VE SPEN
ALL THE DONATIONS MONEY
I'll always regret writing
that letter to my parents.
Not sure if it was out
of revenge or sentimentality,
but I smiled picturing
the face of the Valdivias
when they got it.
Can you imagine
the level of rage
my dad would have
reached by then?
I didn’t know what would happen,
but I sent it anyway.
I was sure they wouldn't
come looking for me.
In the meantime, there was
something non-negotiable.
My freedom.
Taxi!