Trece Quotes in Secuestro express (2005)

Trece: What's your father's do?

Carla: He is a doctor.

Budu: Doctor? The truth. Tell the truth!

Carla: He works at Clinica Caracas.

Trece: His name?

Carla: Sergio.

Niga Sibilino: Sergio what?

Budu: ...and yours?

Carla: Gutiérrez. Carla Gutiérrez.

Trece: It's true, it's true, OK, OK. Where do you live?

Carla: La Castellana.

Budu: Tell the truth!

Carla: In La Castellana, near the Country Club.

Budu: And you, fag?

Martin: Valle Arriba.

Budu: You live with your old man, or with your mom?

Carla: Father.

Trece: You have brothers?

Carla: Two.

Trece: Older?

Carla: One Older, one younger.

Trece: What does the older do?

Carla: He's got a textile shop.

Trece: Money!

Carla: But cheap textibles...

Trece: OK, stop right here and get it in the back.

Niga Sibilino: What's your PIN number?

Carla: 1991.

Niga Sibilino: Hey, if it's wrong, you're dead.

Trece: What happened in '91?

Carla: My mother died.

Carla: Listen. I work in a clinic without resources for the poor everyday... doing what I can to help poor children. And you treat me this way.

Trece: Fuck, who told you to drive around in a brand new car? You think I can guess who you are?

Carla: Why is having money a sin? My father's worked hard all his life.

Trece: That's not the point. I have money too.

Carla: What is it, then?

Trece: Don't look at me like that, OK? Don't look at me like that, or I'll lose it. Point is...

Carla: Yes?

Trece: When half city is knee-deep in shit, and you're rolling in a expensive car. Shit, how you expect them not to hate you? Huh? Why shouldn't they hate you? Look at your outfit, look at this...

[points at her clothing and jewerling]

Trece: . Do you know how many families that shit could feed? Huh? One thing is that we're different. Great, I get that. But rubbing your money in people's face is another.

Carla: But everyone gets robbed here.

Trece: But not all with the same hatred.

Carla: Things were fucked up before I born. It's not my fault, what am I supposed to do?

Trece: It's never anyone's fault, is it? Nobody's to blame...

Trece: ... Where does he live?

Carla: Caurimare.

Trece: What's the number?

Carla: Who?

Trece: Your father's, pendeja! Don't look at me!... Give me the number or I'll blow your fucking tits off!!!

Budu: Give him the number, damn it!

Trece: Let's her drive!

Budu: FUCK! Enough! I'll kill her.

Trece: No, no, no, no!

Budu: The fucking number!

Carla: 0416...

Trece: Let her drive!

Carla: 7363820.

Carla: 04167 363820