I’m here to celebrate with you.
- What’s the occasion? - That I’m Violetta.
Come, let’s go dance.
Come here!
I was ready to say goodbye to New York
and its damned black magic.
Are you stalking me?
But the grim reality charges you triple.
You had to fuck a lot...
or maybe Violetta fucked my business up.
No.
Not at all.
I skipped Nefas, his client paid me ahead,
but I swear I was going to call you.
Those weren’t Kobi’s last words.
Come on, let’s go for a ride.
Do you know the hell of a punishment Violetta had earned?
Let’s go.
It calmed me knowing my movements were as stealthy as a cockroach.
To me, it was clear that in this case,
cockroaches are the first to be squashed.
I swear I was going to share.
The view is amazing.
Our guest has arrived.
Just in time.
Have you decided yet?
- It was all his fault. - Shut up!
You're a better whore than a liar.
You knew that, right?
Can we talk in private?
You won’t work with me again, asshole.
You can’t believe this fucking liar.
I’m offering you the deal of your life.
Or else I'll kill you.
- Gallego... - Shut up.
The only loser now, will be you, Violetta.
I’ll ask you for the last time.
Antonio,
will it be money...
or her?
BASED ON XAVIER VELASCO'S NOVEL
CHAPTER 9 POSTCARDS WITHOUT SENDERS
Let’s go already, damn it.
Physical harm can be endured,
but I knew what I had in store was worse.
Real violence is long-term.
It pulls you down 'cause you believe you deserve it.
After all, he had saved my life, right?
Everything is downstairs.
Good.
This too, man.
- That, too? - Yeah.
Nefastófeles is like shit under your shoe.
Getting used to the smell it’s easier than cleaning it up.
And I was so used to his smell,
I couldn’t even imagine a future with a better smell.
That moment, all the worlds inside my head,
had the same pig’s odor.
Welcome, Snake Woman.
New house, new life.
New life was decorated by a pig.
Stop complaining.
I chose you 'cause you’re more worthy
in my hands than in Gallego’s.
And if we’ll be here temporarily,
it’s because of your fucking mess.
Got it, darling?
Go to your room at the back, come on.
Where will you sleep?
In the master room.
Far from you, 'cause I don’t feel like sleeping
with a second-class Mata Hari.
We’d better save your savage whore talents
for the idiots that pay, okay?
Go to your room.
Go!
By the way, don’t get comfortable,
you have to get to work.
Nefas didn’t create my masochistic side,
but discovered it...
used it and made it bigger.
Hurry up, yokel!
I guess you look okay for a stranger.
Right?
- What? - Money for the cab.
God, damn it.
You are expensive, darling.
I was a fucking hobo firefly.
I always had my eyes shut and my legs open.
I was oblivious.
Are you following me?
I know the way home, asshole.
“El Chan” says you take long when you’re on your own.
I’m a streetwalker now.
Hey.
Where’s the money?
Is that all?
Yeah.
Wanna search me?
These aren’t my rules, darling.
Bye.
You’re a fucking bootlicker!
My days went by boring like oysters
and empty like clams.
I took incredibly long routes, to get home late.
His home.
Nefas made very clear I lived under his roof now.
Say hello.
When the word tacky gets illustrated in the dictionary,
they’ll need a picture of Nefastófeles.
Even though I tried to numb the pain,
the wound was there.
Fully exposed.
It seemed that the Manhattan I borrowed from a fairytale,
was making me pay for a crown.
A crown that wasn’t mine.
And just when my life was at its lowest,
Superman showed up.
It was like a bad joke from life.
What would I say?
That Louise Lane was really Vampirella?
What could I possibly make up at this point?
Part of me wanted...
to cling on to him and beg him to save me.
To take me flying to another life.
But at the same time, I was hopeless.
Because I knew that was impossible.
I can’t.
I must go to work.
Why do you insist, Yankee?
Antonio!
Where were you, darling?
I took a walk. I lost track of time.
Lost track of time?
Luckily, you’re in time for the client’s appointment.
Put this on.
So I’ll wait for you with your ass on show.
Put it on, hurry up.
Very good.
You’ll be good today, Snake Woman.
Because this client is very important for me.
Who is he?
He’s a guy I know and you’ll fuck him.
What else do you need to know?
Very good.
You look delicious, girl.
What happened?
Fuck you, he likes hitting women in wedding dresses.
And what do you care about that?
You shut up and listen, okay?
I’m leaving.
You’re always running away.
Always.
Who from?
From me.
Why?
'Cause I think I can have all I want.
And life has taught me otherwise.
You can have all you want from me.
You’ll regret it.
Fuck it.
And who is that man you’ll see?
It’s not your fucking business.
- “El Chan” will ask me. - Why don’t you fuck off?
I must see you get in.
I’m getting in.
Into the room, darling.
Don’t screw me.
After Milton’s incident,
“El Chan” asked me to watch your every move.
How obedient you are!
It’s convenient to win Milton over.
Hold on, what’s with that asshole?
Nefas says he’s a very important client.
And you want your share?
No, darling.
If you won’t tell me about your man,
I won’t tell you about Milton.
No deal, then.
Then fuck you, asshole.
- Hey, Viole. - Let me go.
Look, Violetta, I never apologized.
I’m sorry.
Don’t you think it’s too late for that?
Violetta...
I didn’t mean to hurt you.
I swear.
I just wanted to scare you off from “El Gallego”.
I don’t care what you wanted.
What you did turned you into an asshole.
Violetta...
Deep down we are alike and you know it.
Don’t be mistaken, darling.
I have to go.
Why?
Never leave.
Come with me.
Eric, I...
What? No.
No, you’re crazy.
Much less if there’s a swing.
I don’t know what to do.
Come with me, Violetta.
Can I ask you something?
I have to go.
Okay.
Can I ask you something else?
Could I borrow 50 dollars? I left my wallet at home.
- Only fifty. - He just wanted to talk.
- Talk? - Yeah.
And what did he tell you?
He asked me to marry him.
Really?
- What was your answer? - That I’m taken.
Well said.
I caught you, darling!
Are you following me?
I was surprised you had a client at this hour.
I wasn’t that wrong.
I came for some tea.
I’m tired of seeing your face.
You look gorgeous today, darling.
I feel like fucking you.
I stiffened like a fucking voodoo doll.
And I made up an excuse to take some air and think.
I’ll use the bathroom.
I had to come up with something quick to free myself.
I knew exactly how to get Nefas off my back.
You know what I’d like to do today?
Party.
I told you I want to fuck you.
You’ll party, but in bed, okay?
Yeah, but we fuck better high, don’t we?
Right.
I know these days have sucked.
What about making up?
Party, coke, fucking.
Okay.
A blow, give me one.
- Damn it, fucking vice, vice, vice. - Come one.
Oh, Snake Woman.
I could only beat Nefastófeles with results.
Drunk men can be more persistent than a dog after a ball.
But they get so confused, one can take advantage.
Another.
- Enough. - Come on, another.
I'm going to use the bathroom.
- No, don’t go. - I'll be right back.
- No, don’t. - I won’t take long.
Where the hell were you?
I got a client there.
No, no, darling.
- We agreed you’d be mine today. - Look at him.
He works at Wall Street.
If I do it, we’ll pay a month’s rent.
- No way, you’ll be mine. - It’s the best for us.
Violetta, come here, damn it!
Come here.
Fuck him and go back home immediately.
Give me a kiss.
Stop it.
It wasn’t easy.
But I decided Superman had to know the truth about me.
And truth is, I wanted to tell someone
about my life without lying.
You know what?
I was in deep shit.
I didn’t even know who had been Rosalba
and where was the Violetta that told her parents to fuck off
and came to eat Manhattan.
When did I get in so much shit?
I swear I still can’t figure it out.
But well, I’d just had some blow with Nefas.
So, I was totally honest.
Bye, bye, fear.
I may not see him ever again...
but he couldn’t keep believing I was a good girl,
when I had fucked not only Lex Luthor,
but the whole Justice League.
Hell, I even told him about my chronic bitch dependency
with the evil pimp named Nefas
so he hated me for good.
Superman had the right to hate me for whore, liar and coke addict.
To run away with a Texan model
and send me back to the drain I got out from.
But Americans are strange.
Wanna know what he did?
He asked me to marry him again.
I must go home to get my ID.
Things can get worse.
Don’t leave me alone.
Where are you going?
Nowhere.
See why I can’t trust you not even a little?
Poker players know it well.
If you let the enemy read you...
you’ve lost the game.
You’re like a fucking dog.
One who bites the hand that feeds him.
Your fucking client returned to the bar, asshole.
He didn’t care that I saw him.
So, next time,
be more convincing with your excuses, okay?
Come with me.
I’ve got you a gift.
Where are we going?
I’m sorry, Snake Woman.
I had to tell Milton you aren’t exactly a legal citizen.
And since he’s an immigration lawyer
and has many contacts...
he wanted to help you before,
but now that help is up to you.
Go on.
Show him what you’re made of, darling.
But you know?
Submission’s not my thing.
I may be a hypocrite.
But blind obedience is for sheep.
And remember I’m a sheep.
But black as hell.
And for once, I did just what I should.
I ran away.