this car pulls out and begins to follow them. michael glances back by adjusting the rear view mirror, and nods to bussetta.
the three assailants jump into the car and drive off.
traffic stops, as an ambulance speeds its way to a hospital; siren going.
a cuban military detachment speeds along in the night, motorcyclists clear a path through the celebrants.
inside the estate, the private roads have been freshly plowed, and occasionally a worker will pause to watch the car as it passes.
the front door opens, and michael enters his own home. it is very quiet, no one is at home to greet him. he can see the evidence of his family; things his wife and his children have been using, and left on a sofa or a table.
she steps out the kitchen door; then she cannot help herself. crouches down, outside, and calls to her son.