Diablo Guardian (2018) s01e10 Episode Script

1
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?