Sin retorno Page #6

in the country club, it's ridiculous!

I'm not saying we're going to live at

the country club. Just stay a fewdays.

I need to think what to do. I don't know

what that guy wants. Calm down, dammit!

-Did you ring?

-I'm going to now!

Carmona, this is Ricardo Fustiniano.

Call me urgently please.

Hello, Graciela. Look,

I need a favour. It's urgent.

Hi.

Just get in?

I expected you later.

Pour me a drop of wine?

I'm exhausted.

That's too much.

Everything okay?

Yes.

Fede?

-What did your sister say?

-She's sending the keys by taxi.

Carmona? This is Ricardo. Still trying.

Please call when you hear this.

-The kids?

-I'll see if Lu's okay.

I'll carry on here.

I'll explain, Lu, I promise but there's

no time now. Matias, help your father.

Stop treating me like

I'm stupid. What's going on?

-Luciana, please!

-Why the country club?

Don't answer that!

It's the taxi with the keys.

Grab all the cash you can.

I'm not going anywhere

if you don't tell me why.

Stop it, girl! Stop it!

-No, I won't...!

-Luciana, go and get your things!

Go and get your things! That's enough!

I'll wait in the car.

Keep the change.

Get in.

Move!

Let's go.

Give it to me.

DAD:

Take the first to the right.

What are you going to do to me?

-He's not answering.

-What's wrong?

-What...?

-Answering service.

-Mum, what is it?

-Shut up!

For f***'s sake!

What's going on?

Call the police.

Now, Ricardo!

-Please don't hurt me.

-Don't even breathe.

Get out.

Get out.

Say you're a friend

of Pablo's and want to talk.

Who is it?

I'm... a friend of Pablo's...

I wanted to tell you something.

Help him up.

Get off!

What the f*** are you doing here?

You wretch!

Out or I'll kill you.

Matias Fustiniano.

That's this bastard's name.

Matias Fustiniano.

He's the one.

Him.

The bastard who killed your son.

He was driving the car

that killed Pablo.

Then he got rid of it.

He told the police it had been stolen

and then walked away.

They f***ed up my life.

You f***ed up my life.

He f***ed up my life.

And this bastard...

nobody did a thing to him.

Not you...

the police...

or anybody.

When I grabbed him just now

he was running away.

Again.

If he doesn't talk,

there's no evidence.

NO RETURN:

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