Secuestro express2005

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.