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ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL ONES IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

THE FRAGILITY OF BODIES

With this, we realized that all kids ran over...

lived in Borough 8.

Every network is showing the accident.

This is much bigger than the accident, Pato.

This is big. Powerful people are involved here.

That's the story, not the accident.

Vilna won't like it.

Cut it out with Vilna, Pato. I don't know what to do.

I don't care about him. What do you want me to do?

Do you need me to clear the way?

It's not that hard. I'll call him and invite him to dinner.

I blow him and that's it.

Don't be a show-off. Let's think it clearly.

This is a small magazine, Vero. You know that.

-I know. -It's prestigious.

We can't afford a big investigation.

Give me some time. I swear it won't take long.

-I'm almost on it. -Where?

I know you want to write the article, Vero.

I know you. You're good and ambitious.

But I have journalists working twice as hard...

because you're not getting anything out.

You want me to write? I'll write.

Give me something to write. Something else.

Don't do this to me, Pato. You know how this works.

Don't make me lose the article.

If it comes out unfinished, someone will snatch it.

-Twenty-four hours. -What?

You have 24 hours to show me something.

-About what? -This.

Pato, are you kidding?

No, Vilna is waiting for an article on trains...

and we'll give it to him. Twenty-four hours.

And Peque?

He's lying down. He doesn't want to see anyone.

What's wrong?

I don't know. He says he has a stomachache.

Son, call me at Silvia's house if you need anything.

-Do you have her phone? -Yes.

-Can I come in? -Yes, sure.

Peque, it's me.

Go away. I'm not feeling well. Beat it.

What's hurting?

You're a pain. Nothing hurts. Go away. Come on.

Nothing? Your mom said you had a stomachache.

Can you leave?

Go away!

-The salt. -What?

Can you pass the salt?

Here you go.

I followed your advice.

I looked for reports on clandestine games in La Pampa.

There were four names. But this one caught my eye.

His name is Juan Garcia.

He may be the guy we're looking for.

He owns two casinos in Santa Rosa, La Pampa.

One in San Juan. He has a couple of reports for illegal games.

They didn't go through. One case of money laundry...

which was dismissed for lack of merit.

The address when he came to Buenos Aires is this one.

Does it ring a bell?

-3874 Julio Argentino Roca. -Yes.

-It sounds familiar. -Sure, it does.

It's Roca Park. It's the car track.

No one lives there.

An apocryphal address.

In which borough is Roca Park located?

Guess.

This is the only picture you've got?

Yes, the only one I could get.

Okay, email it to me.

-Thanks, Fede. -You're welcome.

You're great.

Do you know anything about the kid in the accident?

No. No one claimed the body. He's a John Doe.

Where is he?

In the judicial morgue.

-Is Morales still there? -I think so.

-Good. I'll go there. -Okay.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

Vero, wait a minute.

We won't mention what happened at your house?

What do you want to talk about?

You were with the engine driver, Valrossa.

Yes, so?

And? Are you sleeping with him?

Sorry.

Did you go to the firing range and asked for the information?

I didn't need to. I asked him.

-And? -He admitted he had lied.

He said he went there several times to practice shooting.

-Why? -Just in case.

Just in case what happened?

I don't know, Federico.

Since we're asking, did you tell my dad about the article?

Yes.

-Why? -I don't know. It came up.

He asked and I told him. I didn't think it was a big deal.

He's my dad, Fede. It is always a big deal.

Stop.

I won't play anymore.

Come on, don't be a sissy.

No, I won't play anymore.

Come on. Plus, that jerk Peque is not coming out.

I'm bored.

-Did you do see him? -Yes.

It's not true he's sick, right?

I don't know.

You do know. Something is wrong with Peque.

I swear I don't know.

Don't swear or you'll go to hell.

I went to see him and he treated me horribly.

Peque is not like that.

I don't know much.

He only told me he won't come out...

or sleep because he has nightmares.

What? What type of nightmares?

He dreamt a kid exploded.

How did he explode?

I don't know. He's terrified.

That's it. There's nothing more I can say.

The kid's body was destroyed. I don't have a face to publish.

And the fingerprints?

We sent them to headquarters. Those things take time.

If he has no priors, they won't be any good.

-He doesn't have any tattoos? -No.

-Nothing? -No.

Not even a supermarket ticket.

Send my regards to your dad. Tell him I'll call him.

Okay. Thank you very much.

-How are you? -Fine.

-How's your coworker? -Bad.

-What did he tell you? -What you already know.

-Can I talk to him? -No.

It's the second kid he runs over.

The first one was listening to music.

He's crushed.

But I spoke to Romero.

-Who? -Carlos Romero.

The other engine driver who hit the kid who was unharmed.

Yes, Jonathan.

Jonathan?

He said he would meet you.

Thanks.

What was the name of the other kid?

I don't know. He's still a John Doe. No one claimed him.

What are you doing today? Do you have some time?

A couple of hours.

Where are we going?

Hi.

Hello, how are you?

We're looking for the Ayala family.

They moved a long time ago.

How long?

I don't know. Let's see. About two years ago.

After the kid's accident.

Did they leave an address? Do you know where they went?

I think they moved back to Salta. But I'm not sure.

Salta?

Okay, thank you, madam.

Bye.

Look, here. 515.

Let's see.

It's the address that's there.

It can't be right.

It's the address stated there.

But either the addresses are wrong or people moved out.

I don't mean to be pessimistic, but we're wasting our time.

There's one more address. We'll finish with that one.

I think it's that way.

The family didn't speak much.

I only know they moved back to Paraguay when the kid died.

Did they leave a number or address?

-Nothing. -No information.

The kid went to school? Brian?

-I guess so. -Which one?

-I don't know. -You don't know.

Okay, thanks.

Do you know if he played soccer?

I think he played at some club.

You don't remember which one?

No. I think he played indoor soccer.

His shoes were for indoor soccer.

-Is there a club nearby? -There are many.

You have Yupanqui, Español.

There's also Madero Central, El Fortín.

-Thank you. -Okay, bye.

You were right.

We needed to look into soccer.

The kid ran over by Carranza, Nahuel, played soccer at a club.

This other kid too.

I don't know the one who died. I don't know yet. But...

Wait. Calm down. Wait!

I won't calm down.

Look at that. Look.

You see this guy? He loves hurting people.

But you know what he likes best? Raping little Jew girls...

who put their noses where they don't belong.

I don't know how he's restraining himself.

Use your head. Put your tongue up your beautiful ass...

if you don't want this guy to deflower it. Understood?

Do you understand or do you need me to explain it again?

Let him go.

Do you know where your family is at this time?

Are you okay, Lucio? Lucio.

-Are you okay? -Wait. Wait.

What are you doing?

What are you doing, Lucio?

Pick up, damn it!

Hi, baby. Why weren't you answering?

Are you with the kids?

No, someone took my wallet. I'm sorry.

I'm a bit upset.

Yes, sure. Relax.

I'll be at work.

Yes, I'll tell you later.

Sure. Take care, love. Say hi to the kids.

So? Did you like it?

Yes. Can you also put plants?

Of course. Didn't you see the huge window?

We can place them by the glass. They need sunlight.

Tell your mom you liked it. She'll be happy.

I don't know if she'll be happy.

Yes, sure. She'll be happy if you're happy.

Yes, but she doesn't want to see you.

Your mom loved me a lot.

Yes, sure. But she doesn't anymore.

How are you doing? Are you okay?

Do you know if someone did something to Peque at the club?

Not that I know of. Why are you asking? What did he tell you?

Nothing. But he hasn't left his house in three days.

His mom thinks he's sick. But it's not true.

Dientes says he's scared, that he has nightmares.

Nightmares?

What does he dream with?

-A kid who explodes. -He explodes?

What do you mean?

That's what he told me.

"Trains, deaths and suicides."

Where did you find that about Luca Prodan?

It wasn't difficult to do it.

He said it amazed him every time he got to a crossing gate.

In a world which sent rockets to space,

it was primitive for a wooden bar to protect us from trains.

He was English, right?

-Italian. -Yes, European.

Okay, it's not great, but it'll do.

We'll edit the part on Luca Prodan and it's a go.

Okay.

You took your time.

Are you relieved?

You didn't write anything on the kids and the competitions.

No.

And you think that writing an article on suicides...

and traumatized engine drivers is enough?

Vero, I'm not Vilna. I know you.

Do you need some days off?

Yes, Pato. I need to finish it.

Okay.

Don't be a stranger.

Try to play inside the court.

Look at a guy who knows what he's doing.

That fat kid who doesn't move with rollerblades,

I changed his position and look at him now.

-Yes. -Look at him mark.

Move a little, kid.

How are we? Any new kids?

-Nothing yet. -Well...

Start moving. The lion will eat us.

And Peque? I haven't seen him in a while.

He hasn't been here in three days.

I don't know, he may be sick. Why don't you ask your kid?

They live in the same house, right?

Yes, I saw her. I asked her.

What did she say?

That he hasn't left his house in three days.

Why?

I don't know. She said...

She said he saw a kid exploding in a million pieces.

Exploding? I don't get it.

I don't either.

Perhaps he saw a kid getting hurt, something like that.

Kids will say anything to get their parents' attention.

Maybe.

I don't get why you don't get to the point.

What do you mean?

You come and ask about Peque and then you tell me that.

Do you think I have something to do with that?

No, why would I think that?

Thank goodness. I wouldn't want your kid to think...

you work with a jerk who abuses children.

It's enough that you're a stoner.

I'm not a stoner.

Stoner. I don't know how that works.

I don't get it.

You already screwed up.

What's lost is lost.

It's important you don't lose what you have now, get it?

Come on, kid. Use your leg. Why do you have it?

You can unscrew it and just leave it on the bus.

Play with your hip.

It's the truth, man.

We left because the hours went down.

All of them wanted to come.

How can everybody come?

Malvino is crazy!

You're crazy. How can all come?

Do you know who sends you his regards?

Farías the Turk.

-Farías the Turk. -Why do you say it like that?

Who's the Turk?

What do you mean? They hate each other.

With this one?

They both play centerfield.

That's why? They're jealous?

He plays centerfield as a pivot. He plays with a tunic.

He can't see with his turban.

Why is he called "Turk"?

I don't know.

It's over, guys.

I won't drive a train ever again.

-Come on... -No, I already said it.

I'm resigning.

I'm resigning.

Calm down. Wait. Give it some time.

You're feeling this way now. Wait.

It's not about time. I wish it just took time.

Do you know what I feel? Hatred.

That's what I feel. Hatred.

I hate that goddamned kid who was on the track.

I hate all the goddamned kids who stand on tracks...

and screwed my life. That's what I feel.

Why don't you calm down?

Calm down?

I will never be calm again. Never again.

You know why? Because of those goddamned kids.

Do you know what I'll do? I won't resign.

I'll go back to work. I'll ask for the night shift.

-When I see them on the track... -Stop...

-I'll run them over. -Calm down.

I won't turn on the light, I won't turn on the siren.

I'll crush all of them. Crush them to pieces.

-It's over. -Stop.

No. He's right.

Let's make a toast.

To Alfredo, Topo Gomez, Miguel.

Especially, to us.

The ones who screw our lives can go to hell.

Someone came to see you.

-Who? -Your coach.

Tell him to leave.

He brought you pastries.

-What the hell do I care? -Peque, champ.

You didn't go to the club. I came to see what was wrong.

Your mom says you're sick.

This is our star player, did you know?

When I saw that he wasn't coming,

I thought he had been recruiting by another club.

I nearly had a stroke.

Do you want anything to drink? Some coffee?

No, thanks. I just came to say hi.

I need to leave.

Okay, I'll leave you two alone.

I'm going to Silvia's. I'll be right back.

-See you. -Bye.

Look what I brought.

Come on, eat.

My belly hurts.

What belly, pansy? Look at this. It's delicious.

Come on, eat.

I'll be eating alone?

Okay, fine. Let's talk like men. What's wrong?

-Nothing is wrong. -Don't say that.

There's clearly something wrong. I'm not stupid.

I won't go anymore.

Where? The club?

Okay, that's fine.

If you're scared you're useless to me.

I'll get someone with bigger balls.

I'm not scared.

It's crucial that you keep your mouth shut.

I thought I was clear. What did I tell you?

I don't know.

Vincen acted all macho and stayed longer on the track.

It's your fault.

Why did it take you so long to jump?

The best thing is for you to keep your mouth shut.

-You shouldn't tell anyone. -I didn't tell anyone.

-You told someone. Who? -No one.

-Yes, think. -No one.

I didn't come here to argue with you.

We're friends, right?

The whole track thing should remain between us. Is it clear?

You can't tell your mom, your uncle, your friend.

No goddamned person, okay?

Are we clear?

Okay.

Come by the club any time. The doors are always open.

I'm leaving. I'll take one.

Bye, Peque. Send my regards to your mom.

Can you drink something?

Yes, I changed my shift.

What do you want?

Whatever you're taking.

What's wrong?

You can't keep this up. It's too dangerous.

It's done. I handed in an article.

A light article which makes me sick.

But that'll do to leave us alone.

What did you tell your sister?

Nothing.

I told her I found the car that way, but nothing was stolen.

But she still worried.

My dad won't stop calling. It means she told him.

Did you tell her you were with me?

That's what worries you?

No.

You'll talk to Malvino and get me an interview.

Didn't you say you were done with that?

I handed in a crappy article for them to leave us alone.

But I won't stop.

I asked for some days off.

I will only dedicate myself to this.

I won't stop until I find those assholes.

I need to speak to your friends as soon as possible.

With Romero?

Yes. The other one too.

No, Malvino is too upset.

How many deaths do you have?

Six.

Any kids?

No, thank God.

How do you cope with that?

It's easier during the day. The problem is at night.

Why at night? You dream about them?

I dream with the same one all the time.

Pablo Muñoz.

A 22-year-old kid.

An Economics student at Moron University.

I was going to the province and I saw him standing there.

He was by the cross-rail.

Something about him caught my eye.

Suicidal people usually act distracted.

They place their bag and belongings there.

At the last minute, they jump. Or stand in front.

When I was on my way back to downtown, he was still there.

I recognized him because of his clothes.

Either he didn't have the courage...

or he was waiting for me.

When I was 150 feet away, he stepped forward.

He looked at me.

He caught my eye.

He didn't look scared at all.

He looked calm.

Every time I dream about him,

the moment is different.

Confusing.

I wonder if that last look...

was meant to tell me something.

Like that.

Harder.

TRAINS, DEATHS, SUICIDES

-Did he arrive? -No.

We still don't know the dead kid's identity?

Yes, it's unbelievable, but no one claimed his body.

-Does my dad know? -No.

Okay.

Vero, you won't tell me what happened to the car?

Who told you? My dad or my sister?

It doesn't matter. Why don't you tell me the truth?

They were two guys. Lucio was hit and they threatened me.

I'm fine, but they made their point.

They want me to stop snooping.

-Did you file a report? -No.

I did something better. I gave them what they wanted.

I handed in the piece. They'll think it's over.

Vero, stop screwing around. Leave everything.

I know you and my dad think you're protecting me.

But you're not.

The only way of protecting me is doing what you're doing.

Helping me.

Lucio told you something, right?

He told me you were writing an article on the accidents.

I was. I finished it. It came out today.

Then?

Sometimes you need to do things for work...

and others for yourself.

There were a series of accidents involving kids.

From what I found out, it consists of a specific MO.

The only one who survived the accidents...

was the kid you hit.

Jonathan. We can't find him anywhere.

I don't know if you'd like to tell me what happened that day.

Whatever you can.

I was on the night shift.

Some people don't like the night shift.

I do because I listen to music, think. I like... Well, that.

Suddenly, I saw two kids on the tracks. They were two.

When I saw them, I turned on the siren.

They didn't move so I hit the breaks.

But the train doesn't stop immediately. It's impossible.

I thought I was going to hit them, that they were suicidal.

Nothing. So, one jumps to the side.

Then the other jumps.

I felt the crash.

After so many years driving these things,

you realize everything.

I realized I had hit him.

When it comes to a stop, I get off and look for him.

It was dark outside.

I saw him get up with a limp and get into a car.

Excuse me, in a car?

He gets up with a limp and gets inside a car?

Yes, I found it weird as well.

It seemed someone was waiting for him.

Did you tell that to anyone?

Yes, I told the police everything.

They wouldn't listen to me. They asked if I was sure.

It was dark, perhaps I was in shock.

Can you describe the car?

Gray.

Gray. But was it big, small? Two doors, four doors?

No, it was gray. I remember it had rims.

Rims?

Yes, it looked pimped. Tinted glasses. The rims.

It had many things for an old car. I don't know if it's clear.

Yes, perfectly.

Gray Car + Traffic Accidents

Excuse me. I need to go to block four, 39 Street.

This says block four.

Go up to the La Paz sign and turn left.

Who's that?

She's hot.

You're a beauty.

Did you lose something, baby?

-Nice bitch. -Come here.

Come.

Don't be scared.

You must be from around here.

Look at that.

Hi.

Can I help you?

I know him because he used to come to the soup kitchen.

I was at his house today looking for his family.

There was no answer.

They don't live there anymore. They left recently.

The house was empty. New people came.

-Hi, kids. -Hi.

Are you playing figurines?

-The cards. -Cards?

Do you also play with these?

This is Vincen's, right?

-What? -It's Vincen's.

Vincen?

How did he give it to you? He doesn't lend them to anyone.

I don't know. Maybe. Where did you find it?

When was the last time you saw your son?

That's what he does.

He disappears for two days or a week. He always comes back.

Carmen, he might be in trouble now.

As usual. I can't stand it anymore. I'm tired.

I need to take care of the kids. I can't be on that.

He might have had an accident.

What accident?

Excuse me. I can't stay here, I have many things to do.

If I hear anything from Vincen, I'll let you know.

Excuse me.

It might not be the kid.

Come on, man.

Walk it off, come on.

Come on.

You'll grab the ball if we put some cheese on it.

Really? Come on.

You never pass it.

Hey, Valrossa. What's with the journalist?

Did you screw her?

It's impossible.

If he screws anyone, his wife will hang him by the balls.

Those girls are very easy.

You insist a bit and their eating off your hand.

From the dick, not the hand.

She's very pretty.

I don't give a damn if you screw her or not.

Cut it out.

It's a joke.

I don't want her snooping around, okay?

I can invite whoever I want on my train.

Do I need to ask you?

-Are you up for it? -Don't doubt it.

-Don't fight. -Come on.

-Stop, stop. -Calm down.

Don't lead him on. Stop.

You'll be in trouble. Remember me.

-Come on, cut it out. -What's wrong?

What's with the fight?

Calm down.

What do you know?

I told you this girl would chill.

I think there's another hero sticking his nose...

where it doesn't belong.

Valrossa? We paid him a visit.

He won't want to continue screwing with us.

Not Valrossa. Another one. An attorney.

Yes, sure. We're following him. He's no one.

Stay on him. I don't want any surprises.

The kid's family? The last one?

They don't know anything. He's still a John Doe.

I checked it. Everything is under control.

Okay. But be careful.

The less fuss the better.

I'll try to speak to Carmen and see if she says anything else.

I can't promise anything.

That's fine. I think I made a mistake.

But thanks for your help.

-We'll keep in touch. -Okay.

Whatever you need.

Can I see the card?

Yes.

He was killed, right? My brother was killed?

It's his? You recognize it?

-Yes. -What's your name?

Milagros. Was he killed?

Why do you say that?

Because Vincen is always in trouble.

Trouble? What kind of trouble?

-Everything. -For example?

I don't know. He had 500 pesos once.

I thought he had stolen them so I slapped him.

He said it was not true, that he had earned them...

competing with others.

Competing how?

I don't know. That's what he said.

Besides the kids at school, who are his friends?

I don't know, he's on the streets all the time.

-Does he play soccer? -Yes.

Indoor soccer. He wants to be a soccer player.

In which club? Do you know the name?

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