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ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL ONES IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Who is it?

Carranza.

THE FRAGILITY OF OUR BODIES

We have to end this, Fede.

The next time I call you drunk at00 a.m.,

don't answer me.

-Good morning, Vero. -Good morning.

Wait, Vero. I have something for you.

-See you. -Bye, Fede.

-Thanks, Marce. -See you later.

Damn!

Come on!

Wait! I'm not sure. Did you see its face?

Come on! Don't be a chicken.

It looks big but it's a puppy.

We can make a lot of money with those tires.

-But if you're a chicken... -I am not! Give it to me.

Okay, look. It's bread with tomato sauce.

While he is busy at it I'll go and steal the tires.

Go!

Go get them!

Come on! Don't be silly.

-Damn! -You're just a baby.

Your main source was fired for theft.

That is what the laboratory says.

I didn't write bullshit. I checked...

every piece of information he gave me...

with two different sources. He was reliable, Pato.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why did I have to learn about it through Vilna?

Yes, it was Vilna who noticed it.

You made me look like a fool.

I didn't tell you because there was no need, Pato.

My source says he didn't steal anything.

He was fired because of the deal he didn't accept.

You didn't tell me because you knew...

I'd cancel your story.

And you were right. I cancelled your story.

You can't continue working like this, Vero.

You act without considering the risks.

Vilna wanted to fire you.

I don't know how I managed to convince him not to.

You did because I am good. That is why.

Yes, you are good, Vero.

But you are a time bomb.

Did you see the wire about the suicide?

A man shot himself and jumped off a building.

Will you follow up the case?

No, it is all yours.

key rings and flashlights.

Rings for children and for women.

Flashlights, rings, key rings!

Excuse me. Can I take a look?

-Of course. -Do they all have light?

-How much is it? -It is 20 pesos.

-Thanks. -Bye.

Hey!

Good morning. Hi, Laura.

Come in.

Hello.

Hi, come in.

-Could you do it? -Yes, you were lucky.

The D.A. is a friend of your father's.

López Correa.

His secretary scanned the documents to me.

Well, all she could find. It's not much.

Alfredo Carranza. Train driver, aged 50.

Married, two children.

-Witnesses? -Several.

They all said the same.

First they heard the shot, then they saw him fall down.

One of them even saw him climb on the ledge, with the gun.

What exactly are you looking for?

-The letter. -Here it is.

It is all blurred because of the rain.

"Nobody is to blame, except myself."

"I can't stand it anymore. I killed all nine of them."

I thought I could live with the guilt...

for the death of the first eight.

But not with the guilt for the death of the kid.

Forgive me, all of you.

The corpse was recognized by Carina Carranza.

The deceased man's sister.

She asked me to stand up...

and read the composition in front of everyone.

She said I write very well.

I could be a writer or a journalist.

-What would you like? -I don't know.

I actually want to be a firefighter or a singer.

But I'd also like to be a writer.

-Can I get one? -Yes, of course.

-What flavor? -Orange.

-I always have that one. -I like caramel better.

-How are you? -Fine. And you?

Very well. I got a job.

At a sports club cafeteria.

Is the pay good?

It is enough for the time being.

-I'd like to move out. -Where do you live?

In Lugano. At a boarding house.

I can't take Martina there.

-How is Andrea? -Fine.

We have to tell her, mom.

If you want to keep seeing the girl,

you'd better not to.

You screwed up, Rafael.

One step at a time.

-Here is your change. -Thanks.

-It is time to go. -Is it?

But I've just arrived.

We'll make arrangements for the weekend, right?

-All right. -Are those your friends?

Yes, from the boarding house.

-Let's go. -Bye.

Would they let us play?

I can't even walk.

-Come on, man! -It's true.

Go and play if you want. I'm going away.

All right. Let's go.

-Excuse me. Are you Carina? -Yes.

My name is Verónica Rosenthal. Do you have a minute?

Are you a lawyer or a reporter?

-A reporter. -I am not interested.

I know what you are going through.

You, reporters, smell blood and are drawn to it like flies.

I don't know who you talked to but I'm not like that.

-I'm different from the rest. -Why?

Because you are woman? Because you are pretty?

Because I care for your brother.

Why do you care?

I want to know the truth. That's why I'm here.

I want to know why he did such a thing.

What do you want to know?

Whatever you want to tell me.

I can't take it anymore.

Alfredo seemed to be strong but his mind was weak.

It's the company's fault. The one he was working for.

They should've taken better care of him.

They shouldn't have let him get on a train again...

after what happened to him.

Those bastards!

He worked for that company for 25 years.

This is no way to thank him.

Is there anybody who can tell me something...

about the accidents, Carina?

One of Alfredo's co-workers? A friend?

-Lucio. -Who is he?

A train driver. Like him. Lucio Valrossa.

I promise I'll do my best to clear up all this.

If the company is to blame, they'll pay for it.

They are to blame. I don't know to what an extent.

But they are to blame all right.

That is really awful.

To hit and kill someone in the street must be terrible.

This is even worse. Nine adults and one kid?

What are you going to write about?

I guess about the miserable life these people have.

The ones who have these damn jobs.

They need you in the kitchen, Paula.

I'm coming. Will you stay for a while?

-All right. -Good. See you later.

What's up?

Pili?

-Let me buy you a drink. -No, it's all right.

-It's no big deal really. -Put it in my account, Pili.

Fine. What is your name?

-Agony. And yours? -Diego.

Do you work around here?

No, I'm a friend of the owner's.

I work around the corner. In an architecture firm.

They don't pay any attention to me in there.

When I talk to my boss, he doesn't even look at me.

It's incredible.

It happens to me all the time.

Don't you find it boring?

What?

To do all this bullshit to get laid.

I'm sorry.

Hello? Yes, it's me. All right, let's do it.

You get me that and I'll get the rest.

Everything I asked you, right? Okay, fine. Bye.

Get me some beer.

You aren't drinking? Are you a teetotaler?

I don't feel like drinking.

It's hard to trust someone who doesn't drink alcohol.

Did you find anyone?

I saw some boys in the park. But they are too old.

-How old? -About sixteen.

They are too old. They should be younger.

-I'll keep looking. -Please do so.

Remember they must be brave. We don't want cowards.

Of course not. Anything else?

-That's it. -Thank you, sir.

-Sugar? -No, just black. Thanks.

Tell me...

how I can help you. Here it is. No sugar.

I'm writing an article about the suicide...

of one of your train drivers.

Alfredo Carranza. He killed himself two days ago.

-On Wednesday. -Carranza...

That was a real tragedy.

To drive a train is very stressful.

Not everyone can do it. It's a beast of 500 tons.

It runs at 100 km per hour.

And carries 600 passengers per ride, in average.

I can imagine.

Carranza had hit nine people and was in distress.

Why was he still driving?

Look, we have a protocol.

When a driver goes through a traumatic situation...

-like the case of... -Carranza.

Yes, Alfredo.

We immediately get him a therapist.

To start the proper treatment.

How long had he been in therapy?

I don't know exactly.

Until it is confirmed whether he can return...

to work or not.

Obviously, he couldn't.

That is not up to me.

-Not up to you. -Of course not.

Can I have the name of the therapist?

Unfortunately, I can't give it to you.

I'm not allowed.

If you are a good reporter, you'll find it out.

Of course. Don't worry.

Hi, Carina.

This is Verónica Rosenthal, the reporter.

How are you?

I'd like to ask you something. Alfredo was in therapy, right?

Yes, that's right.

It didn't help much, as you can see.

Do you know the name of the therapist?

No, I don't.

But I know where his office is.

I went with Alfredo there a couple of times.

It's in the building where he jumped off.

The same building?

It was not on the file.

I know that day he had an appointment with him.

Can I ask you something?

How long will they take to hand in the corpse to us?

We want to bury him.

You haven't got it yet?

I have no idea but I'll find out.

Thanks a lot. Talk to you later.

Not only had he killed nine people...

and continued driving a train, but he jumped off...

the building where he saw the therapist...

paid by the company twice a week.

It's all very weird, right?

Neglectful, rather.

-What do you think? -I'm not sure.

But it doesn't seem to be a coincidence to me.

He chose that place and that way...

to kill himself for a reason.

He wanted to make a point.

-Shall I carry on? -Yes.

-Remember what I said. -I will.

-Good morning. -How are you?

-Thanks a lot. -You're welcome.

Excuse me, Mr. Longo. I'm Verónica Rosenthal.

-Did we have an appointment? -No.

I am reporter, I work for "Nuestro Tiempo" magazine.

I'd like to ask you a few questions...

about one of your patients. Alfredo Carranza.

I don't know how I can be of any help.

I'd like you to tell me how he was doing.

How long you'd been seeing him.

When he was going to be discharged.

I can't tell you all that.

That's between patient and therapist.

-I know, professional secrecy. -Exactly.

But Carranza killed himself.

And it happened here, in your building.

I understand you're doing your job.

That's perfectly clear to me.

But I refuse to talk to you about my patients.

Excuse me, I must continue working.

How was the match, kids?

-We beat them six to four. -Wonderful.

Do you play for a club?

-No. -Why?

Do you know Roca Juniors? I work there.

We are looking for soccer players.

-How old are you two? -He's 12 and I'm 13.

We are looking for a defender. Just like you.

A brave guy. Strong. Skillful with the ball.

-Would you like to take a test? -What about him?

Right now, we need a defender.

But something may turn up in the future.

Here is the address. The test is today.

Here is some money to buy some Coke.

This isn't enough.

-I'll be waiting for you. -All right.

-Will you go? -I don't know.

-Let's buy some coke. -Some beer, rather.

-No, I don't like beer. -Me neither. Well, let's go.

Hello?

-Excuse me. -Hello!

I'm looking for Lucio Valrossa. I was told he was here.

-Who is looking for him? -I'm Verónica Rosenthal.

I work for "Nuestro Tiempo" magazine.

It's me. What can I do for you?

Nice to meet you, Lucio.

Alfredo Carranza's sister gave me your name.

-I'm writing... -Yes, come with me.

Hop on.

What do you want?

-I'm here to talk about Alfredo. -Look, miss.

I don't know what the hell you're doing here.

But we don't want you here.

Neither you nor any other damn reporter.

Alfredo killed himself because he was weak.

That's it. Period.

Make a note of it and go away.

I'm used to dealing with punks like you.

I fear no one. Neither you not your boss.

They told me you were looking for me.

Please, forgive him.

He's just protecting his people. He's lost his manners.

I don't want anybody to lose their job.

I just want to know what happened to Carranza.

Why he killed himself in that way.

He is not the first one who commits suicide.

And he won't be the last.

What do you want to know exactly?

We met on the terrace, right? What were you doing there?

Alfredo was my friend. I felt the need to go...

to the place where he made the decision.

What about you?

I guess the same thing happened to me.

-Did you know him? -No.

Then it is not the same.

Alfredo was in distress.

He shouldn't have gotten on that train.

But he did, these are the rules of the game.

Not everyone gets up one day, goes up to a rooftop...

and blows his head off.

No, not everyone.

I think Alfredo wanted to make a point.

What?

He used to see a shrink in that building.

Twice a week.

The therapy was paid by the company he worked for.

The same you work for. I think they expected...

him to be discharged soon so he'd get back to work.

And they wouldn't have to pay for idling time.

Someone must be held accountable for it, right?

Could be. Alfredo wanted to be discharged quickly.

It's convenient for the company...

that we get back to work and for us too.

I have to go.

He made a decision, we have to respect it.

I'm leaving, Vero. Are you staying?

-Just a little bit longer. -Okay. Bye.

Hi, Fede. Can I ask you a favor?

Yes, another one.

I need you to find out about a guy.

Write down his name, please.

Lucio Valrossa. V and double S.

I've been looking everywhere. I can't find anything about him.

He doesn't even have a Facebook account.

The only thing I know is that he is a train driver.

Anything you can find would be appreciated. Thanks.

Hello, missing girl. Today is Benja's birthday.

I guess you'll be coming.

If you haven't bought anything for him yet,

get him a remote control car racing track.

You'll find the playground address on Facebook.

I'll wait for you.

God!

Can I have some?

Come on! I always share food with you.

Where is Peque?

He went to a sports club to take a soccer test.

That's great. Which club?

It's in Lugano. Not a very good one.

My father works at a club in Lugano.

He runs the cafeteria.

Great! We can ask him to give us something for free.

I don't know where it is. Why didn't you go?

I didn't feel like it. Besides, nobody knows that club.

No way!

We are going out with Peque tonight.

-Would you like to come? -Where to?

I'll tell you just if you're coming.

Maybe. I don't know.

-Can I have some more? -No.

-Come on! Please! -All right.

I like the boy. He seems to be brave.

I told you.

We still have to see if he is really strong.

Weak boys are no good for me. Cholito, come here.

See the new guy?

Raise hell. Let's see if he is strong.

-Stop it, asshole. -Let me go through.

Get something for your girl.

Stop it, you two.

This is soccer.

No crying here. Go to the other end.

-Vero? -Come in. The door is open.

-Would you like some coffee? -No, thanks.

I found something for you.

-So quickly? -That's right.

Lucio Hernán Valrossa.

Son and grandson to railroad employees.

Married to Mariana Goyena. Two children.

Let me help you with that.

In 2005, his name appeared on a defaulting borrower's list.

Then he got straight. He has a mortgage loan now.

No criminal records.

Although he was submitted to an inquiry once.

Due to an incident at a stadium.

After a concert of Los Redondos de Ricota's.

Los Redonditos de Ricota.

Or just "Los Redondos".

Redonditos, that is right.

Carranza's corpse was not handed in to the family yet.

-Do you know why? -No, but I can ask the D.A.

-It's ready. -You're very talented.

There was no need for you to come here, Fede.

You could've sent me an email with the data.

I could've.

-Fine. -Don't get mad.

I won't.

We are getting together at César's house tonight...

to watch the match. Are you coming, Cholito?

-I can't. -Why?

-I just can't. -What's wrong with you?

I'll take a test at River Plate soccer club.

That's bullshit.

Shut up! A friend of my uncle's is taking me.

A soccer test at night? That's not true.

You never saw kids taking a soccer test at night?

Shut up if you don't know.

-Does Rivero know? -I don't care about him.

-Are you a River fan? -No, a Boca fan.

Me too, but I would also play in River if I had to.

You need a lot of experience to play in the major leagues.

-You're just beginning. -So what?

Hello?

Vero, it's me.

I forgot to tell you something important.

The gun Carranza used was under his name.

I don't understand. Under Carranza's name?

No, under Valrossa's name. The train driver.

Was he questioned about that?

Yes, of course.

He said he hadn't given Carranza the gun.

He had no idea how it'd gotten into his hands.

As there were witnesses of his death,

that was the end of it.

Fine. Thanks, Fede.

-What are you doing here? -The gun was yours.

I must be on my way. Get off.

I won't until you tell me the truth.

Move aside. I have to depart. I'm late.

Control room, I'm on my way.

You'll choke yourself.

I'm done. Can I go out?

I don't want you to be in the street.

I'll be up on the terrace.

Okay, fine.

-What is she doing here? -She is coming.

Let's go.

How are we going to kill it?

With this. It has rat poison in it.

Carranza killed himself with your gun.

Why didn't you tell me?

You didn't ask.

-You gave it to him? -No.

-He took it away from you. -I don't know.

Do you like guns?

No, I don't.

Why do you have one?

That gun has always been in my family.

It belonged to my grandfather. My father inherited it.

I've never used it.

If you didn't give it to him and he didn't take...

it away from you, somebody else gave it to him.

I told you, I don't know.

Do you want me to make up a story?

Can I smoke here?

You aren't supposed to be here.

Do it, if you want.

Fine. How do you know it's there?

It's there.

Who will throw it?

-You do it. -No, the three of us.

We must be accomplices. That is how it works.

You start.

Good. He's eating. Now you.

Ready.

All right.

Carranza's sister told me the last accident was the worst.

The kid. He couldn't handle it.

Kids are the worst.

One thing is a suicide...

or an older person who can't hear the siren.

And another one is a kid with his headphones on.

Completely unaware, listening to music.

By the time he realizes, he got run over.

That's terrible.

-Did it happen to you? -Not with kids.

I had several accidents. They are all awful.

-What is it like? -To hit someone?

You feel the blow here at the front.

Like a shot.

Then you hear the body burst.

It sounds like shattered wood when the bones break.

Did you ever hear hail falling on a tin roof?

You feel that down here, under your feet.

Damn!

Those bastards again!

Damn!

They got away.

I'm sorry.

No problem.

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