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(Απομαγνητοφωνήθηκε από TurboScribe. Αναβάθμιση σε Απεριόριστο για αφαίρεση αυτού του μηνύματος.) Are you a- Rusty Beck, yes.
Uh, thanks.
Thanks for meeting with me.
Have a seat.
I don't want to make you feel awkward,
but before we go on I'd like to
record our conversation.
Is that okay?
What for?
Well, legally I need your permission.
And to be honest with you, I'm a
journalist writing a story about your sister-
sisters.
Yeah, you're a journalist, really?
And I need to be sure that you
are who you say you are before we
go ahead.
Okay, you can record me.
How am I supposed to prove myself to
you?
Well, I know your sister as Alice Herrera.
That's not her real name, is it?
No, it's not.
Her real name is Mariana Wallace.
Mariana Wallace.
Okay, and, um, how did you lose touch
with Mariana and Paloma?
Why are you asking me that?
Anybody can know their names.
Okay, fine.
My father died when I was 15.
My mother started hanging out with a terrible
guy, and I ran off as soon as
I could.
I joined the army, went to Afghanistan, and
when I got back, I- I-
And when you got- when you got
back?
Everyone was gone.
My mother, her asshole boyfriend Greg, my little
sisters.
I should have stayed and protected them.
Mariana begged me to stay, but I didn't.
I understand why she's having trouble forgiving me,
but please let me see her.
Let me make my case.
Um, some of- some of Alice's-
Mariana's teeth were knocked out.
There were burn marks on her shoulders.
Now, how can I know?
How can I be sure that you weren't
the one responsible for those things?
Mariana tell you that was me?
I had cause to go.
I wasn't good enough to leave my sisters
behind like that, okay?
But I had cause.
You satisfied now, Mr. Journalist?
Can I see Mariana and his Paloma still
with her?
You haven't mentioned her at all.
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