Wild Tales Page #4
Excuse me.
I've been thinking and...
I don't know...
I'd like to discuss it with my wife.
She can't know about it.
At least not now.
We can't take the risk.
What if she talks'?
Think about it.
You end up with no deal
and you'd go to prison for perjury.
Fine.
Honey...
Well, then.
You two take my van
and go to the country house.
When you drive by a toll booth,
look down.
Don't stop at gas stations,
if you want to buy something,
pay cash, don't use your credit card.
Come on.
Let's go!
Get in the car again, please.
He should sit in the back.
Bring the seat forward.
You two go upstairs
and go to sleep.
You don't know anything, okay?
You calm down
and keep quiet.
I'll take care of this.
That's okay.
- Mauricio Pereyra?
- I'm his attorney.
I was about to call the police.
Come in, please.
Such an awful tragedy!
An hour ago,
my client heard noises downstairs.
He thought someone had broken in.
He went into the garage
and found the groundskeeper
sitting in his car, drunk,
in a state of shock.
Then he heard the news, he put two
and two together and he called me.
Mauricio Pereyra,
this is the prosecutor on duty.
And this is Jos.
He's worked for the family for what?
15 years?
Now we're going to speak
to the victim's husband.
The father of the unborn child...
Sir, what do you have to say?
What do I have to say?
What do you think?
Turn that off, it's not necessary.
I've got one thing to say.
Whoever did this is going to pay.
Are you listening?
No matter where you hide,
I'm going to...
Very well. What happened, Jos?
Excuse me.
Jos,
you have the right to remain silent.
I'll be representing Mr. Torres
at my client's request.
He has never had any trouble
with the law and he's the father of two.
Can you tell me about the accident?
I always park Mr. Mauricio's car.
I wanted to take the new one for a ride,
to take the Beemer for a spin.
And last night...
I'd been drinking.
And I went for it.
I never thought something
like this could happen.
I went down Libertador Avenue
and I sped up.
I was driving really fast.
And I bumped into something,
I couldn't tell what it was.
It was a blur.
I thought it was a dog.
I heard a loud thud...
And I got scared
because I thought I'd dented the car.
I wanted to return and try to fix it
before Mr. Mauricio woke up.
May I?
Jose, can you please sit
in the driver's seat?
- Yes, grab the wheel.
Sit back.
Could you shut the door?
Do you use the rear view mirrors
when you drive?
The mirrors?
Yes, of course I do.
Because in this position,
you can only see the roof.
It's a miracle
you only ran over one person.
They must have moved
during the crash.
All at the same time?
Yes...
I think this car was driven
by someone much taller than you.
Does anyone else live in the house?
My wife, my son...
my dog.
No need to wake up the dog,
but I'd like to meet
your wife and son.
Sure, no problem.
We'll ask them to come down.
Do I have your permission
to start negotiating?
Is it that bad?
No, everything's fine.
He's willing to make a deal,
but it's going to be expensive.
How expensive?
One million.
Dollars?
He saw your house, the way you live.
He won't take less than that.
The good news is
he'll take care of everything.
He knows the police chief,
most of the judges
and he'll help us reinforce the alibi.
The groundskeeper's?
Can't we leave him out?
Somebody's got to be responsible.
Two people are dead,
it was all over the news.
Fine, but I don't know
if I have that much cash.
It's 1.5 million dollars!
And there's my cut too.
Your cut?
Of course.
I'm the one negotiating all this.
I pay your firm a fortune every year!
This is different.
These are not fees.
I'm putting my name on the line.
I was about to lend you my oar
so your wife and son could make a getaway.
You're not being fair.
How much are we talking about?
I don't know.
Half a million?
Look, if you'd like to call
another lawyer,
that's fine by me,
my work ends here.
Go and close the deal.
Is everything okay, Jos?
Well, not really.
Why not?
For going to prison,
I'm getting the same as your lawyer?
I know I'm poor, but...
- What you're doing is awful.
- Awful?
Then you go to prison.
Last night I watched a Western,
had a cup of tea
and went to bed early.
What else do you want, Jos?
Be clear, time is running out.
and an apartment 'm Mar de m.
Mauricio, Jos.
Can we all talk?
Justice, justice!
Let's get to the point, gentlemen,
time is of the essence,
there's no room
for misunderstandings.
The story stays the same.
I'm going to need you
and your family to testify,
so no one leaves town.
You'll leave the house in cuffs,
with a hood on.
Outside there'll be press
and angry people,
they'll ask you questions,
call you names, don't say a word.
We avoid controversy,
let the trial move along,
get a conviction and everyone's happy.
Stop, mom! It's my life!
He wants to go out there and confess...
It's the right thing to do!
Say something,
he has no idea what he's doing!
Santiago, calm down...
Your mom is right,
we'll fix this.
Can you shut the door
and take care of Santiago, please?
Let's go!
Cam down, San.
Can we proceed?
From now on, you'll be the middle man.
I won't talk to Mr. Pereyra again
until he testifies in court.
And you, Jos, avoid talking
to anyone except your lawyer.
Perfect.
I'll need some cash
for operational expenses,
let's say 30,000 dollars.
I'll need it first thing on Monday.
Just one question.
What do you mean
by operational expenses?
There are officers outside,
the police chief is there.
If someone saw or heard anything,
we need to cut them in.
We have to avoid loose ends.
So if you're OK...
You'll have the money on Monday,
but it's coming out
of the budget we agreed on,
I won't pay one more penny.
- Mauricio, please.
- Yes, please...
That's what I say. Please!
I know I'm in a rough spot,
but I won't be gutted like this.
What the prosecutor
is saying is reasonable.
Let's not argue over 30,000 dollars.
You pay it then.
Take it out of your share.
Gentlemen, there's no time for arguing.
If you want to proceed
we have to do it now.
Then you Pa)! it-
You're getting 1 million dollars
and you want an extra
30,000 for contingencies?
Who's getting a million?
He's right.
The million includes contingencies.
Your cut plus the 30,000 add up
to a million dollars.
Don't touch my cut.
You know what, guys?
It's over. The deal is off.
What do you mean it's off'?
It's off!
It's over! No one gets anything!
No more!
Santiago!
You said you wanted to confess?
That's perfect.
Go out there and talk.
I gave you the best education
and you always did
whatever you wanted.
So now, go screw yourself!
Calm down.
Can we be reasonable?
What happened?
They're all vultures!
That's what happened!
But it's over.
I didn't kill anyone!
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