Carlos Julio Molina credited as playing...
Trece
- 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.
- 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