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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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