As if obeying some kind of tacit agreement, Lascano and Miranda start walking up the street. Mole looks at the octagonal paving stones; Perro looks at the sea.
You going to tell me who snitched on me when you nabbed me at the pizzeria? You still on about that? Damn right. Nobody snitched, Mole, it was pure luck. Really? Don’t you know that you crooks are always unlucky?…
…Hey, they say up north is the place to be. Where to? Bahia? That’s all I need, to end up going to Bahia with this guy. What did you say? Nothing, don’t pay any attention to me. So, want to go? Whatever, I’m so fucked I don’t know whether to shit or go blind. Listen, I heard there are some banks in Salvador that are a piece of cake. Don’t start with that crap, Miranda, I’m not going to rob a bank with you. No, of course, not now, not when we’re loaded, but this dough isn’t going to last forever…
On the beach, Eva and Victoria are building a sandcastle. Fuseli lights a Tuscan cigar, turns, and looks down the alleyway leading to the street. A few minutes earlier he thought he saw a familiar figure, but then he decides it’s just his nostalgia playing tricks on him.
A few yards away, Lascano and Miranda keep arguing as they climb back up the hill.