Secuestro express

Budu:
Put some butter on that!

Radio Locust:
It's 6am in the Bolivarian Republic of Marijuana. Let's listen some music while we call one of our herbal therapists.

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:
Guti?rrez. Carla Guti?rrez.

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:
What's the story, you need money? To make ends meet?

Budu:
That's right. See? I told you. Pretty chicks like being kidnapped.

Carla:
We don't like it. But, yes. I get it.

Budu:
That's right, baby.

Niga Sibilino:
If you want, we can kidnap you again tomorrow.

Carla:
No thanks, my pal.

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:
F***, 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 sh*t, and you're rolling in a expensive car. Sh*t, 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] . Do you know how many families that sh*t 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 f***ed 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...

Niga Sibilino:
Let's play Venezuelan roulette. I spin the chamber but you're the only player. If we don't have a winner, we play again. And so it goes until there's a winner. Which is you.

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 f***ing tits off!!!

Budu:
Give him the number, damn it!

Trece:
Let's her drive!

Budu:
F***! Enough! I'll kill her.

Trece:
No, no, no, no!

Budu:
The f***ing number!

Carla:
0416...

Trece:
Let her drive!

Carla:
7363820.

Carla:
04167 363820

Budu:
F***! Coo?o de la madre!, co?o de la madre!, cooo?o de la madre!, maldita... F***ing being stolen... SH*T!