Retribution (El desconocido)

RETRIBUTION

I can't believe it! You're still eating breakfast?

Come on, I'm in a hurry.

When you're finished, put everything in here.

- Good morning, Alejandro. - Good morning, Carlos.

Sorry to call so early but they're putting pressure on me.

What is it?

The news could leak anytime now.

We need to get them back before the shit hits the fan.

How much time do we have?

The news could leak in a month's time,

a week, two days...

Does it taste good?

Should we mention it to the customers?

- Absolutely nothing. - How stupid can you get?

But you like it!

We'll offer them one of our funds in return.

Or one from Asia, Europe, America.

You know the guidelines on that.

- If they object... - Marcos, Sara.

- Say it's for their sake. - In the car in two minutes.

That our analysts see high profitability.

And clear the table!

- Those derivatives have to be recovered. - I'm getting changed.

Kids, you come with me.

- Marta, I'll drop them off! - How's it looking?

I'll cancel a meeting

and go straight to the office. We'll sort it out.

I knew I could count on you.

Phone me when it's done. I have to tell the guys upstairs.

- See you. - Okay. I'll call you.

- Marcos. - What?

- Have you got the key? - No, it was open.

Sit in the back. I have papers in the front.

Loser!

What's that ball doing in here?

At school they don't believe I got the real autographs.

- Give it here. - No.

- Ball! - Aw, go on.

Bag. Come on.

- Dad, that hurt! - Settle down.

The car smells weird.

Must be your bad breath.

Be quiet both of you. I have to make a call.

- Carlos! - Another show for the neighbors.

What are you doing?

I cancelled a meeting and the school's on the way.

You said you couldn't take them,

you had some damn appointment you couldn't cancel.

I cancelled...

I had to postpone my meeting because of that.

I thought I was doing you a favor.

A favor?

Here, Marcos.

Talking to you is pointless.

- What's up, boss? - Victor? How's it going?

Rojas called from head office.

So early? I hope you hung up on him.

Apparently the Lexin derivatives are toxic.

Oh, shit.

They expect us to retrieve them without spilling the beans.

What sort of a feasibility study did they do?

Forget that, we've got the hot potato.

What do we say to the clients that bought them?

Will we lose our commission on the ones we sold?

I'll let you know in the office.

Dad, answer it.

I'll be there later. I'm going with Julia to her doctor.

I gotta go. I'll see you in the office.

Alright.

Is this your mother's?

Yes?

Carlos?

Yes.

What did you think when you found your car unlocked?

Who is this? What's going on?

You're a son of a bitch, did you know that?

What the...?

- What do you want? - That's exactly the point.

What I want. And you're going to give it to me.

This is not funny.

Shut up and listen.

The three of you are sitting on a bomb

that will explode if any of you gets up.

Did you get that?

OFFICE

Carlos, good morning.

Hello, Mercedes.

Change the meeting with the real estate people to 11.

Anything else?

Yes, call head office and get them to send you the papers

on the new application plans.

- Okay? - Okay, see you soon.

UNKNOWN

Did you tell your boyfriend you're flirting with another guy?

No, but I'll tell him you wet the bed every night.

Mom told you not to joke about it.

I'm not. Bedwetting is a serious problem.

- See this message? - Idiot.

Let's send it, maybe somebody can help us solve the problem.

Look at the phone...

I'm going to put that Marcos

is a 9-year-old who pisses the bed.

Look.

Marcos, don't hit me.

I'm not.

Look, look.

- Listen, Marcos. - Give me the phone.

You can't reach me, you shrimp.

Marcos, stop hitting me.

I'd never leave the house if I were you.

- Give me the phone. - Let go of my hair.

- Then give me the phone. - Marcos, sit still.

Dad!

You're a pain in the butt.

- Look what I'm writing. - Give me the phone.

- Yes? - Never hang up on me again!

You took your time answering. Did you tell anyone?

- No. - You better not. As of now,

if you out me off, if anyone gets up

or if I feel like it, I'm blowing up the fucking car.

I have my kids in the car. This is a joke.

It's no joke.

You picked a good day to take your kids to school.

So get them to stay in their seats and you stay in yours.

- Give me the phone! - Stay still.

- Marcos, put your belt on. - Gee, Dad, what's wrong?

- Stay in your seat and don't move. - Why?

Put your belt on, Marcos.

- Just because. - It was Sara.

If you and Mom have a problem, don't take it out on us.

Please stay in your seat.

- But... - Because I say so!

I want my money.

What money?

67,547 in cash.

And a 420,000 transfer to the account on your dashboard.

And don't try to get your IT guys to fake the transfer data.

Got it?

It's impossible.

It is possible.

Even if I wanted to, it's impossible.

The branch doesn't have the liquidity

and I can't do transfer it unless I'm in the office.

You can't work from outside precisely to avoid situations like this.

Don't try to trick me.

I've been working on this for quite some time.

Today's Friday and the end of the month.

There's plenty of payroll and pension money at the bank.

67,547 from your account, without arousing any suspicion.

I don't have that much money in my account.

You don't?

There's 5,779 euros in your account.

1,768 in your wife's checking account

and another 60,000 in her savings account.

- That equals 67,547 Euros. - Why have we stopped?

The bank always comes first.

How do you know all that?

Go on, move it and get me my money.

I'm following you on GPS and the bomb's on remote control,

so don't do anything stupid.

Listen, I still don't know if you're serious or not.

You and your kids won't get out of this alive

unless you give me what I'm asking for.

- Understood? - Dad, the school!

Dad, you're passing the school.

Dad!

There must be some way...

Shut your mouth and listen.

Either you give me the money or I press this button here.

Fuck, I can't get that money.

Don't jerk me around.

- No, no, no. - You're the branch manager.

- Of course you can get it. - Put your belt on.

Both of you, stay put. Put your belt on.

What's wrong?

Will you two do as I say for once?

- Why? - Because I say so.

Put your belt on.

Go ahead, tell them.

Alright...

A man called

to say there's a bomb under our seats

- and if anyone gets up, it'll go off. - A bomb?

It's probably a joke...

and I'm a schmuck, but I have to be sure.

Well done.

I'm just asking you to be a little patient.

Are you serious? Those things don't happen here!

- Smile... You're in YouTube. - Just don't move, okay?

So what are you going to do next? Call the cops?

If I hear you call the police, or see one cop near the car... boom.

What you're asking is impossible.

To handle that much money I have to be physically in the office.

And even then, it isn't easy.

Let's start with your 67,547.

Most of it is in my wife's name.

- I don't give a shit. - I'm freaking out.

Put it on speaker. I want to hear them jerk you around.

Sara, please.