La fragilidad de los cuerpos

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.