puts on. The coat trails the floor. From a plastic bag, she takes out a hat, also her fathers's and puts it on. She looks at herself in a mirror and sobs.)
CLAUDIA: Father! Father! Father! Help me, Father, help me! (CLAUDIA leans against the mirror and continues to cry. Shy calls her father's name in a litany with funereal overtones. Suddenly, soft knocks are heard at the door. CLAUDIA composes herself With long steps, she approaches the basin. She washes her face. The knocks at the door become stronger. CLAUDIA opens the door. To her surprise she sees CARLOS. As if he were the last survivor on the face of the earth, she embraces him as she pulls him inside the room. She pushes the door closed with her foot.)
CLAUDIA: Carlos, my parents were taken to jail. Carlos, Mother and Father are in jail. The police came. The FBI came. The Department of Drug Investigation came and looked everywhere. They took a large quantity of cocaine. That was going to be the last shipment that Mother and Father agreed to receive. After that, they were planning to retire in Florida.
CARLOS: When did this happen?
CLAUDIA: The day before yesterday. Carlos, I have been in a daze like a flower waiting for the morning dew. I thought I was going to wither. I had no one to confide in, the school was closed for vacation, so I had no way to get in touch with you. Carlos, I want you to help me to find the people who reported my parents. I'll do anything you want, but you have to promise me that if we find out which of our neighbors is the son of a bitch who tipped off the police, we will kill them. Do yo promise?
CARLOS: I do, Claudia. (She embraces him crying. Curtain.)
At a men's detention facility. MAURICIO talks to his daughter. He speaks loudly expecting to be heard by the guards.