Diablo Guardián (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Amor apache - full transcript

Rosalba...

do you usually visit
your clients' house?

First of all,
they aren't my clients,

but the agency's.

And no, I don't go
to their house.

We found your fingerprints...

at the victim's house.

In his bedroom.

I told you I was just
dropping off some papers.

To his bedroom?

Well, he asked me to wait there.



What do you want me to say?

The same afternoon he was murdered.

Did you know he was killed

while he was having
sexual intercourse?

No.

I had no clue.

He was shot.

In the middle of sex.

Fuck.

Fear is part of living.

Even the most insignificant bug

panics before
an insecticidal menace.

I was no different.

I felt like a fucking fly



paralyzed before the possibility

of a deathly blow.

You know.

My punishment for
fucking everybody up.

Oh, well, Diablo.

Fear is the most natural reaction

to an unavoidable truth.

BASED ON
XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL

CHAPTER 17
TOUGH LOVE

What is this?

What are you doing here?

Hi, doll.

Don't tell me
you fucked Bosco in these?

I didn't fuck him.

Hold on, doll.

Haven't you understood
that I know everything?

How did it go in that room?

Didn't you get nervous
because of the camera?

Okay.

I did fuck him.

He wanted the videos,

but we didn't get there.

What about the computer?

I don't know what you...

are talking about.

I swear.

Do you swear it
on your mommy and daddy?

On that uptight guy?

Don't play the fool,
it doesn't suit you,

and tell me where is
the fucking computer.

I honestly don't know.

Don't be an ass, okay?

I didn't give you the videos
because you are pretty

or because you rat on that
fucking blondie,

but to get my bills.

So, tell me where the fuck they are!

I couldn't get them.

Was he shot before
you could get them

or what happened?

Who the fuck killed him?

I don't know.

I didn't see, okay?
I didn't.

You were more efficient
before, Violetta.

Now, I will have to get
that computer myself

and fix your fucking mess.

Then, you and I will go to New York.

You will go wherever I tell you to.

We are a perfect match, doll.

You know it.

See you later.

Open the door.
We have a big problem.

Guerrero already knows.

We have to talk.

I have nothing to say to you.

Really?

Fucking Diablo Guardián.

Don't call me that.

Do you know what I find weird?

That the main character
of your novel

is named Dalila.

You are fucking cheap.

- Are you stupid or what?
- No.

I just realized I am not Dalila,

but fucking Marina is.

What?

I saw you, don't play the fool.

Is that what this is about?

- Are you getting back at me?
- And you aren't ?

Aren't you fucking her?

You know what?

I don't give a fuck
about you going to prison.

- I don't care.
- Is that so?

Yeah.
In fact, I should tell them

you were whoring with Bosco.

You wouldn't do it .

- Are you daring me?
- All right.

Do it! Come on!

I'M NOT DALILA

What would you say if this was
the last time we meet?

Close the door when you leave.

I haven't heard from him.

I haven't seen him
since he left the agency.

To my knowledge, you kept
a personal relationship.

No, not at all.

Public relationships
are part of my job

and it is important clients believe
we are their friends.

Did you know some people
in your agency

claim to have heard you argue

the day you ended
that business relationship?

Yes. Of course.

It took me by surprise.

I didn't think he would leave
the agency.

But that is part of the job.

Clients come and go all the time.

So, you didn't care
to lose him as a client.

Well, yes. It is part of the job,
like I just said.

Is there anything else
I can do for you, Inspector?

There is.

Tell me something.

What do you know
about the personal relationship

between Miss Rosalba
and Mr. Bosco?

Like we didn't have
enough problems!

We are wasting a lot of time
with this mess.

They are sure Bosco and you
used to meet off work.

Well, yeah,
during company lunches.

All right, but a business
lunch is one thing

and this is another.

What do you mean?

The whores, the drugs and all that?

I am certain Bosco did that.

I need to know if you did as well.

I said no, man.
How many times

must I say it, damn it!

No!

All right.

Anything else?

No, that is all.

I have to work, man.

Fuck you, asshole!

A dead man, for Christ's sake.

What have we come to?
A dead man!

Yeah, it is tough.

The police called me

to plead guilty
for Bosco's death.

Like it was my vengeance

for getting fired. No fucking way!

Come on, man! Confess.

Well, okay.
Truth is, I killed him

because I was sick of his pointy

crocodile-leather shoes.

Hey, honestly...

if you could,
who would you blow to hell?

I won't tell you,
because it will turn

into material for your novel.

Don't bring that up, man.

Why? What happened?

I lost the novel.

- For real?
- All of it.

Really?

Well, congratulations.
Those are great news.

And Rosalba?

Nothing you don't know.

You were right.

She is crazy.

Cheers.

Guerrero.

If I had to kill somebody,
it would be Guerrero.

Doll.

Hi, handsome.

What would you like to drink?

- A martini.
- One martini, please.

Are you wasted?

Me? Never.

What are we doing here?

- I have a surprise for you.
- Is that so?

So you don't cross
in an illegal truck or swimming.

I don't want you to get a cold.

Who do you think processed it?

Take a guess.

Milton.

May it absolve you
from all our sins.

He wants you to work with him
when we get to New York.

I don't think it is a good idea.

I think it is an excellent idea.

Don't you remember we had a blast

in New York?

No fucking way.

Do you remember when we met?

In Vegas?

In that fucking ugly diner.

Of course.

I want to forget that fucking day.

I remember it very well.

I remember your little stinger.

Of its poison.

Do you know what I loved about you?

Your determination.

That you would do anything
to get what you wanted.

What?

Don't you have any whims anymore?

Of course I do.

Nefas.

Nefas?

I call you that.

Nefas. It means
disgusting in Spanish.

What a good nickname.

So?

Nefas and Violetta.

New York. Again?

New York.

New York, yeah.

I have to go.

Hold on, doll.

I will keep this. Okay?

Give me another one, please.

We worked many years together,

but we were never close.

And yet...

you dared to badmouth him
on national television.

Well, I already apologized.

Why did you do it?

Because I didn't have evidence.

Did you know we found equipment
at the crime scene

that suggests he was
recording his sexual intercourse?

You didn't lie when you accused him.

You did when you apologized.

How frustrating.

You must have felt very angry then.

Please don't put words
in my mouth.

There are over 12 fingerprints
in different places.

They are yours.

On the door.

In the bathroom.

- In the office.
- Well, yeah.

I went to his house
and he threatened me.

Yes, I was there.

Next time you write about me,
do write about me.

Don't worry,
there won't be a next time.

I know it will, Diablo Guardián.

I told you not to call me that.

Well, you made it up, right?

Don't you remember the poems?

Yeah... and I feel embarrassed.

What do you want?

I want you to relax.

Here.

What? Are these your Camaro keys?

No, they are my apartment's.

Uy!

That is very serious.
It isn't your style, is it?

Take them.

Come on.

Get into my house any time

and fuck me as often as you please.

I would rather ring the bell.

I appreciate you came, Paula.

I know it is
a difficult time for you.

Yeah, it is.

Well, we all are perplexed
regarding Bosco's death.

But...

I had to talk with you.

I wanted to ask you if...

you know whether Bosco had enemies,

if he owed anybody,

if he had debts.

No.

You know Nacho was
very private with his job.

And his personal life.

Sure.

Well, you know how
this environment is sometimes.

It can get out of hand and...

Well, Bosco liked...

he liked to party a lot,
you know it.

What do you mean?

Secrets, Paula.

I mean secrets that
should remain in the dark.

I definitely think
I made a mistake coming here.

Hold on. I am sorry, Paula.

I think that came out wrong.

I am offering you an umbrella
to keep you dry from any shit,

if scandal or anything else
comes up.

So, calm down and try to remember.

Tell me anything you know.

I don't know.
Did Bosco have an agenda?

A place where he kept his contacts,
something we could start with.

No, truth is...

I have no clue
where to find that agenda.

I don't know anything about it.

I don't think I can help you.

I see.

You travel a lot, right, Paula?

And you were in India,
thousands of miles away

when all this happened.

And well...

your husband was
a millionaire, right?

His life insurance must be huge.

It is weird, right? That...

you weren't here
when all this happened.

What are you suggesting?

Nothing.

Excuse me.

I will see you out.

No, it is okay.
I can see myself out.

- Thanks a lot.
- Yeah.

Thanks for coming.

Call me if you need anything.

Yeah.

Cousin.

Follow Bosco's wife

and keep a close eye on her.

Yeah.

...unfortunate lie.
Reporting for channel 6,

- the experts...
- What the hell

were you doing outside
Bosco's house that day?

...Alvarado.

We were getting
information on Guerrero.

The same I was giving you.

I swear it is true.

Why every time we talk
I get the feeling

you are lying to me?

Holy shit.

What?

I have to go.

- I will call you later.
- What? Javier, hold on.

Who is it?

Violetta, open the door.

I told you to take the keys.

The press has a video of us

outside Bosco's house
the day he was killed.

What?

Marina has got it.
Don't worry.

You saw her.

That is not the point.

You can see Jesús' truck,
Rebeca's father, in the video.

- Are you sure?
- I am.

We must find Rebeca.

Where? Where the fuck
will we find her?

Don't worry.

I will take care of it.

Please, be careful.

Don't talk with Jesús.

Just with Rebeca, okay?

Are you protecting me?

Do you realize
the fucking mess we got into

trying to destroy stupid Nefas?

The computer
with the siphoned accounts,

Bosco's videos,

blah, blah, blah.

I sometimes felt that asshole

had designed for me
a escape-proof prison.

And if it weren't for his bullshit,

nobody would have been
raped or killed.

And we hadn't met either.

Life is what it is.

No matter how many turns we take.

In the end, finding the exit
is the only thing worthwhile.

It is really easy, dude.

I mean,
they don't even touch you,

they give you money,

all of them are online...

Do you know where is Rebeca?

I need to talk with her.

No, I don't.

Let's see if this help you remember.

It is not about money.

They have offered me that and more

and I don't know where she is.

Do you know they want
to kill your friend?

I need you to tell me where she is.

This is the address I last saw her.

Perfect.

Hold on. Where is my money?

You are an amateur, darling.

Your dad killed Bosco
and I saw him.

If you want my help,
I need you to get

the computer your dad stole.

What for?

There are many people
looking for it.

It serves my interests and yours.

So?

- Hey, are you with her already?
- Violetta: No.

Where are you?
I will meet you there.

You would better pack.

We are fucking everything up today.

Where are we going?

- I don't know.
- Let me go, please.

Let's do something.
I will see you in the park

in an hour and a half.

Bye.

What is up, cousin?

Cousin, the Bosco's widow
is taking out suitcases.

What?

Don't let her go anywhere.

Okay? I am on my way.

Fuck!

I need to use the bathroom.

In a second.

Where were you
the afternoon of the crime?

I was...

I think I was in a postproduction.

Or was that on Tuesday?

Hold on.

Yes. I was...

I was in Fantasy's post,

it is a laundry soap.

Are you okay?

I need to use the bathroom.

Yeah, when we are finished.

Did you ever go to the house
of the deceased?

Yes. Once.

I think.

Yes, you did,

because we found your fingerprints.

Hey, I mean it.
I need to use the bathroom.

Go then.

Nobody leaves this world
with clean hands, Diablo Guardián.

At the end of the journey,
everybody hurts someone.

Or steals something.

Or played some tricks.

But I have never wanted
anybody's forgiveness.

Not even yours.

And I really crossed the line.

The only thing I have ever wanted

is to cash my fucking check.

The computer is here,
why do you need it?

I will tell you why we need it.

It is mine. Thanks, doll.

Okay, calm down, little whore.

Let's call your daddy, okay?

Leave her alone...

Shut up! I am not talking
to you, asshole!

Take out your phone.
Come on, girl!

Take out your fucking phone!

You will call your daddy
and tell him

you have a gun
to your head.

He will turn himself in
or you will fucking die.

- Okay? Got it?
- Yeah.

Yeah? Okay. Call him.

Call him!

Dad...

I have a gun to my head.

You have to turn yourself in, Daddy.

Come on, you are scaring him.

Dad!

All right. That's it, darling.

Calm down. It is okay.

Relax, sweetheart.

We are taking a walk, okay?

Let's wait for your dad's call.

Let's take a walk, okay?

Calm down.
You, too, asshole.

Walk!

God damn it!

Violetta!

Fucking Violetta,
where are you going, asshole!

Doll!

Voicemail.

The call will be charged
after the beep.

Diablo Guardián,

don't mourn my death.

Because tonight,

we both are passengers.

We will drive under the bright sky.

In a city torn up inside.

I AM NOT DALILA

Tonight, the stars are made for us.