Diablo Guardián (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Overstock de mentiras - full transcript

Why are we meeting here?

Isn't it perfect?

The hood is very large.

It is perfect.

I don't get it, Violetta.
Why are we here?

This is the plan.
First, you will buy me this car,

get it in my name, evidently,

and then, we will go
anywhere you wish.

Anywhere?

Well, it depends on what you want.

It may be useless
to explain it to you,



but my yellow Camaro
is not only a car.

It is so much more.

It is a party! It is an orgy!

It has machine guns
and flame-throwers!

Remember you used to say
everything was small

compared to your novel?

Okay.

To me, that is the story
of my Camaro.

I was the passenger.

BASED ON
XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL

CHAPTER 12
OVERSTOCK OF LIES

There she is.

A yogi. They are bitches.

Relax.



Whatever she says,
the plan is still on, right?

I am fucking sick of Guerrero.

Yeah.

I promise we won't get
in that Camaro

until we have fucked
those assholes up.

Come on, let's go.

Pig, my goal at that time

was to eliminate Nefas.

It is a whorehouse.

They organize parties
that become orgies.

We suspect they are using

the agency's and the ONG money
to finance them.

I don't know how things work
in XAD, but at Equal...

Your ONG is just as fucked up.

But we know you have nothing
to do with that mismanagement.

You are the only one
who can help us, from the inside.

Are you sure Bosco is involved?

- Do you have any proof?
- Suspicion is enough.

No, no. Things are not like that.

Facts speak for themselves.

What is your plan?

To overthrow Bosco and Guerrero.

Hold on,
more than a social complaint,

this sounds
like a personal vendetta.

Are you involved
and want to get out?

Do you suspect me
instead of an asshole

who rapes young girls?

Last party, Bosco raped a girl.

She is missing.

I heard them talking about it.

This is very serious.

If these accusations are true,

you must file a complaint
immediately.

Hold on, what planet
do you think you live on?

This is Mexico.
Police are bought off here.

According to us, the only way
is to go public,

let the press know...

We think you may have the contacts.

I do.

But they are the same as Bosco's.

And things don't work like that.

If we are telling the press,

we must have witnesses and evidence.

Marina, you are a badass.

I have seen your work.

I am sure your knowledge
can help us.

Did you write this?

- Yeah, but it is only a draft.
- No, no. It's perfect.

Look, let's do it step by step.

What about I give this a look,

see what I can do
and you search for evidence?

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Do you mind
if write some notes?

No, not at all.

All right, all right.

- Let see.
- Do you want another coffee?

- No.
- Me neither, thank you.

One lactose-free cappuccino.

What shall I say?

I am no doctor,
but I felt a horrible pain

in whatever there is
between the liver and the heart.

But, you know what?

To own a yellow Camaro
one must start with your mood.

And no insipid blonde
would discourage me.

Isn't this girl awesome?

I am sure she will help us.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

The cleavage is useful
to distract the enemy.

And in case
you didn't know, Pig,

you are just like the rest.

If I show you my boobs,
you wag your tail.

Thank you.

It is cool, but it makes me dizzy.

Well, you have to get used to it,

but it is cutting-edge technology.

Picture this,
on the other side of the world,

in Europe, Asia, Africa,

all your contributors
can go through the ONG

without being there.
Great, right?

I don't know. I have seen better.

They also told that
to Gonzalez Camarena.

The man who invented
color television.

They didn't believe him at first,
then nobody could fight him.

Exactly!

We mustn't be afraid
of innovation.

In fact, many clients
are already applying it.

I bet some use virtual reality
to have a porn session.

Nobody can resist that, right?

Improve it.

I don't care that people see
our work place,

but our actual work.

We can have a drink
and talk it over with no rush.

It is on the house, right?

Some other time.

Pig?

I was thinking for the next
party we could invite...

I don't know...

Your mom?

Don't fuck with me, Lerdo!
Get to work, damn it!

I don't give a damn
about the campaign.

At this point,
I can't focus on anything.

Trust me, Bosco,
the girl won't talk.

What if she does?

Well, we'll silence her.

There is something in your nose.

If you don't find her,
I will have to leave the agency.

Okay, I will look for her
if you want me to.

- Nothing is going to happen.
- Put that down!

I want you to find her.

Well, Mora is on it.

It is all we can do for now.

Please, relax.

Take these two...

they will help you chill.

If it is not enough,
we will tell Mr. Chong

- to bring you some linden tea.
- Tune it down, asshole,

- I am not Carballo.
- Look, partner...

we are in the middle
of a turbulence,

if a flight attendant
offers you a whisky

- ...with a shaky hand...
- Shut up, asshole.

I need you to fix this.

Find her.

I will.

Put that away.

Dalila concealed hunger
with a cover of satiety.

It ran through her entrails
steering her soul

and in a scream,
bursted out her insides

in a retching of the size
the whole world.

It ran...

...her entrails...

Pig!

Who is hotter?

Me or her?

Sorry?

I mean your novel's character

based on me.

Her name is Dalila.

Dalila!

And I thought Rosalba
was shitty.

Dalila means
"the key bearer".

The key to the door to fuck you?

So?

Who is hotter?

Dalila or me?

I thought you didn't care
about my novel.

Truth is, I want to know
how many lies

you tell about me.

You'll know when you read it,
finished and published.

Damn it, in 20 years!

You should give me an incentive.

Is that so?

Like what?

I don't know,
for instance, if I had to finish it

to get you in my bed,
I'd write it overnight.

Damn it, man!

- I have a surprise for you.
- Let's see.

No fucking way!

No way, come here!

Dalila!

Pig!

I almost finished
the first chapter.

There isn't enough skin.

Yours or mine?

It is the same, right?

"Her arrival saved me from choosing

between life and death."

It's Marina.

Shall I read it for you?

She wants to meet up.

With both or just with you?

You want to fuck her, right?

- Are you jealous?
- No, I am not.

I just don't trust a girl
who is that close to Bosco.

You are Guerrero's shadow.

I shouldn't trust you either.

You can distrust
the whole world, but me, Pig.

I won't tell you I love you,
because you can't say that.

But I loved to have a sidekick.

Want to know exactly
what was going on?

I was like infected
with happiness.

I, Violetta,

was happy.

Can you believe the big news?

Until now, my level of joy

was measured by the envy that,
according to me,

the others had to feel
towards me.

Instead of thinking,

"I am so happy",

I thought, "Those jealous
people can go fuck themselves".

But you, Diablo Guardián,

could make
the outer world disappear.

And no yogi and posh blondie,

would take that from me.

I am sorry. No evidence, no article.

I told you so.

A girl was raped...

...you help women, right?

We have to pressure them more.

No, that's not it.

We need witnesses and testimonies
that aren't office gossip.

No! They aren't gossip.

Well, but you weren't there.

You just heard them talking, right?

Well, we don't have anything.

Nobody will testify
against Bosco at Equal.

Unless we file a complaint.

This is very serious.

Equal has been protecting
women's rights for 20 years, damn it!

We won't tell the police.

An article will indeed hurt them.

So, give me something
I can take to the press.

Maybe I can talk with Pedro.

Good. Try that.

No, the more people involved,
the worse.

But, Pedro is reliable, right?

Nobody is reliable.

I got you into this,
so, things will be done my way.

- Rosalba, listen...
- No, no, no.

I am very close
to that idiot Guerrero.

Closer than Pedro.

That's exactly why
you mustn't go near him.

Well, I know my limits and his.

That is how it will be.
Period.

Are you in or not?

Yeah, as you like.

Bring me a coffee, won't you?
It is your turn.

Yeah.

Miss Rosalba Rosas Valdivia,

you are required
in the ladies' room.

ASAP.

No panties, please.
Thank you.

What if Bosco killed
or raped her?

That asshole must be
playing the fool

- if he made her disappear.
- It's enough, okay?

Shut up already, damn it.

Or did you
make her disappear?

Listen, doll.
Have you forgotten

you come to a bad end
every time you think?

Huh? Every time you think.

You'd better do your job well today.

Are you sure?

Yeah, Rebeca told me
she left the city some days ago.

- Where to?
- I don't know.

She didn't give me
that much information,

those girls are afraid.

Make them talk.

It is good for us
they keep quiet,

- don't you think?
- Look, Bosco.

Do you think if they
won't talk with Rosalba,

that they would talk
with the police?

Or the press?

This girl told her friends
she got really drunk,

- that she went too far.
- Don't come at me with bullshit.

How much does this asshole
pay you to tell me lies?

This guy doesn't have enough
to put words in my mouth.

He is indeed an asshole.

To set you up with an amateur.

Maybe next time you will get me.

She won't even let me hold him.

She says I will drop him.

Well, truth is,
you are a bit of an idiot.

He is my son, asshole.

How could I drop him?

No fucking way.

- How old is he?
- Three months.

He is amazing.

Sometimes,
I think he is indeed a doll.

That's why your wife
won't let you hold him.

But she doesn't forget
to wake me up at midnight

to give him the bottle, right?

Not one time.

It's almost time.

And you?

When are you having children?

Never, man.

I think it's better to be
among baby bottles

than waiting for a message
that won't come, right?

Man...

...forget about Rosalba.

She's not good for you.

Granted, I don't know her...

Thanks, Chuy.

But at the office,
everybody says she's...

...kind of dangerous.

We all know there are more
dangerous people at the agency.

Don't talk nonsense.

Diablo Guardián...

...what is a real life for you?

When you attend school?

When you have got
enough pictures to fill an album?

When you have a job?

When your profile picture
has over a hundred likes?

No.

You have a real life
when you can talk about it.

Just like that.

Without skipping chapters,
hiding from anybody,

or denying you
witnessed something.

When you can say
"I saw it, I was there.

Gouge my eyes out
if that wasn't real".

In the end, I think that is
what these tapes are about.

To make my life real.

If only in a fiction novel.

Damn it, Pig.

I am a dead man.

No, no, no.
This is a work meeting.

Your wife has to understand.

The only thing she gets
is the 12:30 baby bottle.

Man, let's keep it going.

Where?
Are you tired of losing?

You tell me.

You must know the great parties
of your colleagues.

I only know the schedule
of the early learning school.

Monday, Wednesday
and Friday from 4 to 6:30...

- Man!
- ...Del Valle hood.

I am serious, man.

You must know
about the private parties

organized by
the agency, don't you?

- No.
- Those that end in orgies.

Bosco hosted one not long ago.

I mean it, it is late.
Chuy, my bill, please.

You are drunk, but not stupid.

What do you know about
those parties, Pedro?

I know that there are rumors,

like everything else that
goes on in that fucking office.

No, I'm serious, man.

They bring young girls
from a model agency

and make them
fuck the clients.

Fucking Bosco raped
one of those girls.

What?

Hold on with the bill, Chuy.

Is that true?

Guerrero!

What is it, Pedro?

I wanted to say....

...that I love this office
like my home,

therefore, I respect it.

I put my heart and soul
in every campaign.

I treat the clients
like they were really my family.

Hold on, man!
Cut to the chase.

How big do you want
your raise to be?

No, that isn't it...

It is regarding the rumors
about the parties...

- Hold on.
- ...in the agency.

What parties
are you talking about?

- Huh?
- Don't play the fool!

I am no fool, asshole.

Do I look like an event planner?

I am very busy at work,
I can't plan parties, Pedro.

Well, rumor has it
a young girl was raped.

What the hell are you
talking about?

When? Where? How?

At an office party.

- I thought you...
- What?

What, asshole?

How dare you come
to accuse me of such thing?

No, I am not accusing you,

- I just heard a rumor here.
- A rumor?

Well, if you are so suspicious
of this place,

there is the door.
Why don't you go to hell?

The bad news is who will hire
an advertising agent your age

in the middle of the current crisis?

And who will buy
Pedrito's formula milk?

Who?

His name is Mateo.

Mateo.

Look, I just wanted
to talk with you

as a loyal employee,
more so in case of a rape,

but if you say
nothing happened...

Hold on, that is
bullshit, Pedro. Sit down.

Okay, talk to me.

Who the fuck is filling
your head with so much shit?

Huh? Who?

You only avoid coffee
when you are hung over.

How was the party?

Not as good as yours, I guess.

How did it go with the boss?

Don't tell me you are jealous?

I couldn't find out about Rebeca.

- I need two more days.
- No.

I am not jealous.

Iggy Pop. Tonight.

Na, na, na, na, na...

Na, na, na, na, na...

Open it.

Don't get excited,
it is not a bonus.

It is your severance pay.

Have you discussed it with Carballo?

There is no need.
I have made my decision.

You know what
the problem is, Javier?

Frustrated writers like you

always want to write their novel
with each advertisement.

And that doesn't work.

I am the best copy in the agency.

You can't fire me.

You fell for the wrong
whore, Javier.

Advertising isn't your thing.

You're better off going back
to your books.

Enjoy it!

Pig!

They can't fire you
this way, damn it.

He already did!

- What did he say?
- It makes no difference.

No, no. It isn't so.

Does he know about Rebeca?

I don't know, you tell me.

What did you talk about
last night?

Who the hell do you think I am?

It must have been Marina!

I told you we couldn't trust her.

Marina is not
the only one who knows.

I had some drinks with Pedro.

I tried to make him talk
about the private parties.

You are an asshole!

- An asshole!
- Viole...

- Whoah!
- Can you pass it?

He is my best element.

Our best copy.

Discuss it with Guerrero.

I can do that,

but it is not
exactly the same, because he...

Hold on, man. Don't you see
I am having a bad day?

Damn it!

I don't think I need
to discuss it with Guerrero.

You are in charge,
you are the owner.

Listen, I am in charge
of the money flow.

Guerrero deals with people.

That's how it works, Pedro.

I know, but you didn't have
to fire Pig.

Pig?

Yeah. Javier.
They call him "Pig".

Pig?

That is reason enough
to fire him.

Damn it!

I'm sorry.

I couldn't get Carballo
to hire you back.

I have to talk with Guerrero...

What for? So he eases
your conscience with bullshit?

Give me a Cuba libre, Victor.

But nothing happened
with a girl in the party.

Come on, Pedro!

Just because of that,
drinks are on you, motherfucker.

He's paying.

Where are you going?

Thanks. Pig?

Violetta!

Open up!

Fucking girl! Damn it!

Hello?

Hi.

Where are you?

Okay.

I'm on my way.

Carballo?

Did I forget something?

- Yeah, you did.
- What?

This.

Okay.

No, no, no.

In this life,
nothing comes for free.

What do you need?

Get in the car.

Fish?

You don't seem
like a fish person.

Besides, they don't last, right?

Well, mine only lasted two days.

Well, believe it or not...

They have lasted
more than some boyfriends.

Congratulations.

They did you a favor
by firing you.

You're a free man.

No, I need to be in that agency.

Because of our investigation
or Rosalba?

What do you mean?

Come on, do I really have
to break it down?

I have to be there
until I finish my novel.

Of course I want to leave.

And yeah, I want
to take Rosalba with me.

But we have to fuck
those assholes first.

How nice!

I mean it!

You are a romantic.

One of the few left
in this world.

I give you two years.

No, I don't think
I will get over it.

God, I have news for you!

We get over everything.

Really?

Says who?

Says I.

After four "loves of my life",

I guarantee it.

Maybe fifth time's a charm?

Yes, fifth time's a charm.

He even has a name already.

Mr. Insemination.

I am serious.

I'm trying insemination.

What?

Do I look like I can't do
without Prince Charming?

To that mister.

To him.

We have a deal.

You have to be really cheeky

to make me work for free.

Well, since we didn't go
to the concert,

at least let me help you
cook dinner, okay?

Ha! You don't even know
how to cook.

I am not that bad.

Well, I beat you there.

I am very good.

But I won't cook for you,
or you will fall for me.

I won't believe it until I try it.

All right. We will see
next time, okay?

Next time then.

Okay.

- See you.
- Bye.

Sorry I'm late, man.

What is this?

Damn, what a nice award!

Who do we owe it to again?

Javier is out, Dan.

He earned being fired,
he really did.

No, no, no.
Javier brought this home, man.

And you fire him?

Well, he is arrogant.

Not as much as you are, bro.

Look,
whether you like it or not,

I decide
who leaves and who stays.

Tell Javier we want him back.

Why are you so interested in him?

Is there something
you're not telling me?

No and you?

No.

Do I pay you so little
you only can afford this place?

Give me a second.

Chong!

Chong!

You have to try these noodles.

- They are the best in the city.
- Noodles?

Hey there.

I didn't find the peace pipe.

May I come in?

Damn!

Do I pay you that much
to afford a place like this, man?

So, Javier, when are you
coming back to the office?

I don't know why
you are interested in hiring

a frustrated writer.

Come on!
Put it behind you, man.

Did Carballo make you?

Damn it! This is good.

It even made me want to write.

No, he didn't make me.

I had already told you I choose

who leaves and who stays
at the company.

What is the catch?

You take me back
to block my campaigns?

Or where must I wait for the blow?

I am not the enemy, Javier.

Well, I must go.
I have a meeting at the office.

See you there?

I'll think about it,
I'll call you.

Nice doodle!

Oh, the artists!

Well...

See you later at the office.

Don't drink it all, huh?

What's up?

Guess who paid me a visit.

Who?

Guerrero, and he brought
a mezcal bottle.

He wants me back at the office.
Did you talk to him?

No. What did you tell him?

That I would go into Hell
as long as I'm with you.

I'm coming back,
I'd rather be close to him.

I'd rather be close to you, too.

Hey, I am getting another call,
I will call you later, okay?

Okay.

My key?

Thank you.

Hello?

What is it?

Okay, with who?

Where?

All right!
Yeah, I'm on my way.

Well, how much dough am I getting?

It is not about money.

It is for me.

Hey, Rebeca is your friend.

Don't you want to help her?

Who gave you
my contact information, huh?

You and Rebeca work
in the same model agency.

How much dough am I getting?

Do you really not care
about what happened to Rebeca?

I don't know anything.

So, why do you want to charge us?

Listen, when the police start
a formal investigation,

they will go straight for you.

- Of course not.
- Yes, they are.

They need witnesses
by hook or by crook.

I wasn't at that party!

I never said anything
about a party.

Look, Luisa, right?

We want to help you.

And I think you need us
as much as we need you.

If so, I would have come to you,
not the other way around.

Well, we wanted you to help us,

but we want to help you, too.

I am sure if anything goes wrong,
they will help me at XAD.

I think so,
they can give you some dough.

And they can make you
disappear, like Rebeca.

- All right, I was at that party.
- Okay.

But I left early and don't know
what happened to Rebe.

And... who was there?

Some girls and...

Some men I don't know.

Was Guerrero there?

- I don't know him.
- Hold on.

Him. He was there.

He is Guerrero,
now you know him.

And him.

Fucking Lerdo!

And her! She was there!

- I saw her.
- Her?

Let me see.

Who is she?

Luck is not a gift, Diablo.

But a chance.

Hi, Rebeca.

Hi!