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Marcelo, what are we going to do?

Meet the deadlines.

That's impossible.

Get back to work. They'll be calling.

Yes?

Ana, I won't be back for lunch. Or dinner.

No "good morning"?

Will you be back in time for breakfast tomorrow?

I'm joking.

Okay, see you tonight.

If I'm asleep when you get home, please don't make any noise.

I've got to go, I'm busy. Kiss.

I love you.

THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG

Thank you, Mr. Martignon. Goodbye.

How can Paris be calling me to scream at me

because they haven't received the designs yet? Well, Arturo?

Sofia, l...

Who the hell forgot to send this guy the annex?

Who sent the email?

Normally Raquel handles it.

Raquel! Of course, poor Raquel.

Maybe she was thinking about more important things

like cutting her bangs or painting her nails...

I don't know who's more useless in this company,

the employees or the person who hires them.

But you're supposedly not useless, and you're responsible for Raquel

and for that annex being in Paris when we said.

So I want those fucking designs in his inbox in half an hour, got it?

It might take a while...

I don't care if you have to go to Paris in person, damn it.

Okay. It's just today I'm a little...

Spare me your life story, damn it.

Just fucking do it already! God...

- Yes? - Sofia, Enzo wants to see you.

- What does he want? - He didn't say.

I'm on my way.

You can go in now, Sofia.

What is Susana doing here?

The company wants to make a deal with her and her lawyer

to settle out of court.

Hi, Enzo.

Sofia, gorgeous.

- How are you? - Fine.

Have a seat.

How are things with Martignon?

It's almost in the bag.

Almost?

- We'll get him. - Good.

Tomorrow you'll be away all day at your old office.

Tecnocentro.

We're worried about Fresno.

- The suicides. - That's right.

Sure. And what's the problem?

The union committee, the media...

I thought the media couldn't talk about suicides.

They say they're contagious.

True, but it's been three at the same company.

Things are coming to light, they'll start snooping

and obviously that would not be good for us.

We want you to write a report about what's happening there

and lean on Fresno a little bit.

Just a little bit.

Why haven't you hired an external consultant?

Why make such a big deal out of it?

You go there, write the report, turn it in

and we resolve company matters within the company.

You have all the paperwork you'll need,

including the questions and questionnaires.

Does Fresno know?

Does he feel in any way responsible?

That's what you'll have to find out.

But we don't think he has any regrets.

We're very worried about him and so are our foreign partners.

Enzo, I don't work in Human Resources.

- Sofia. - Mr. Torres.

Enzo, come to my office when you get a chance.

Of course.

Mr. Torres wants you to do it, not someone from Human Resources.

Sofia, you're the best analyst we've ever had.

Can I talk to him?

You know the protocol, Sofia.

I'm handling the matter.

Look, Enzo. I'm an expert in balance sheets.

Personal relations aren't my thing.

Exactly.

That's why you're right for this.

Hi, it's me. Who am I?

If you don't know, what the hell are you calling me for?

But if you know me, leave a message and I'll call you back, okay?

Hi.

Anyway...

I'm sorry about the other day.

I was very stressed.

I know you think it's always the same story,

but I'm really sorry.

Well, I miss you.

I have a trip tomorrow and I'll be back in the evening.

If you want we can have dinner at the Japanese place.

I hope you're okay. Kiss.

Hi, I have an appointment with Carlos Fresno.

May I please see your I.D.?

Angela.

Sofia Cuevas is here.

Okay.

All right.

Someone will be right down for you.

- Sofia Cuevas? - Yes.

Hi, I'm Angela, Carlos Fresno's secretary.

- Nice to meet you. - Likewise. Please, come with me.

Wait here, please.

Mr. Fresno is in the conference room.

He's busy, but he'll be right with you.

Okay. Excuse me, can I...?

- No. - Of course not.

Is this what I asked you for?

Please, answer me. Did I?

How can you have the balls to bring me this?

Fix it and bring it back when it's ready.

We'll see what we do with you later.

Mr. Fresno.

Miss Cuevas.

Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

- How was your trip? - Fine, fine.

- Would you like some coffee? Tea? - No, thank you.

Okay.

Shoot.

People are talking about you at headquarters.

They're very happy with your performance the last two years.

But?

But...

suddenly all of this came up and we're concerned.

Maybe if this were Japan we'd be used to it.

But here we're honestly not used to this.

No, nobody is.

I've scheduled interviews with the head of each department

and their closest collaborators. I'd like to be discreet about this.

Discreet? I don't know if that will be possible.

Everyone's been talking about you since yesterday.

Some people think you're some sort of detective.

I would have liked to have gone unnoticed.

Right. Not easy with all the commotion, but don't worry.

Do your job, no one will bother you.

How do you explain what happened?

A string of misfortune.

- Misfortune. - The crisis,

personal problems, depression, fear, I don't know.

The human mind is not a perfect machine.

But we're not talking about a single case.

Marcelo Miralles.

45 years old,

engineer, married, his wife is pregnant.

Working the last 8 months on the Iceberg project.

That little bastard is still giving us trouble.

Excuse me?

Iceberg. There's a reliability problem with the prototype

and the engineers can't find the cause.

We're several weeks behind schedule,

but we'll meet the deadlines.

On October 27th he jumped to his death in this building

after calling his wife to say he wouldn't be going home

- for lunch or dinner. - That's right.

Several workers who saw it needed psychological help.

As you know, the company covers those expenses.

I know.

One of the employees who needed help was...

Andres Miro.

Computer technician, 44 years old, married,

three children,

working since September on the new Nexus project.

An exclusive design. The best on the market.

Shortly before he died, he joined the Iceberg project.

Andres Miro shot himself with his brother-in-law's gun,

a police officer who denies having loaned it to him.

Frankly, Andres Miro was a strange man.

Months before...

Eduardo Rus.

Technician working on the new Siris

and two months working on the Iceberg project.

He slit his own throat in the bathroom with a box cutter.

37 years old, married and it says here

that he was to be promoted in a couple of months.

What's happening?

Why do people commit suicide in this building?

People do not commit suicide in this building.

- They don't? - No.

People commit suicide, period. Here and anywhere else in the world.

Yes, but there have been three cases in five months.

So what? You know the suicide rate in this country?

25,9 out of every 100,000. Only Finland tops that.

Suicide is the primary cause of death between age 30 and 60.

Higher than car accidents.

We're 0,9 points below the average.

You looked it up.

Last week I had to answer a lot of stupid questions.

Like mine.

Obviously I didn't mean yours.

You can answer that.

I know, thank you.

Headquarters doesn't like the media attention

and it's not because the stock has hit the roof.

We're producing much faster than any other factory in Spain.

I don't get why you're coming after us

instead of finding out what the fuck is wrong up north.

Because there were no suicides up north.

The same lack of iniciative.

Look, I know where this is going.

I know you think that we're working too hard

and it's caused some sort of epidemic here.

Don't go there.

That's not the way. Not one of the three people you've mentioned

committed suicide due to problems at work.

All right?

How can you be so sure?

Because I know.

How can you know?

I know.

Listen, Fresno. I'm going to be straight with you.

There's a problem here

and the company wants the suicides to stop.

What do you think this is, an extermination camp?

We've had three unfortunate accidents.

Those deaths are not work-related.

Look into it, talk to the staff, interview anyone you fucking want.

Just please, don't fuck with me.

Don't try to pin those deaths on me.

Now, if you don't mind, I have an important meeting.

If you need anything, talk to Angela.

Thank you.

If you come with me,

I'll take you to the office we reserved for your interviews.

Excuse me.

- What's that? - Oh, the camera.

They're in all the common areas and conference rooms.

Mr. Fresno likes to record his meetings with his department chiefs.

You know, to avoid misunderstandings.

Okay, then.

If you need anything, let us know or dial 02.

- Thank you. - Have a good day.

- Listen... - Yes?

This isn't considered a conference room, is it?

No, don't worry. There are no cameras in here.

Yes?

Miss Cuevas, a man named Alvaro Granados wants to speak to you.

Put him through.

- Sofia Cuevas? - Yes, speaking.

This is Alvaro Granados, reporter from the El Mañana newspaper.

I understand you're here to perform an internal investigation

into the suicides at your company.

I don't know who told you that, but I'm not here to investigate.

I'm sorry you wasted your time.

You mean you won't be writing a report...?

I won't be writing anything and it's not my job to talk to reporters.

We have a press office for that.

All right, all right. I won't bother you again.

- Have a good day. - Thank you.

If you change your mind, I left the receptionist my number.

Very well.

Gabriela, you worked

for Marcelo Miralles, isn't that right?

Yes.

Would you say he was depressed?

No, he killed himself because he was very happy.

You'd say he was stressed.

Well, I don't know. As stressed as anyone else.

He worked directly under Fresno.

Would you say they had a cordial relationship?

Everything is very cordial, yes.

Fresno cordially gives an order

and we cordially obey.

Do you think it was related to the work pace on this floor?

The pace here...

is very intense.

- To put it mildly. - Right.

And the Iceberg project was two months behind schedule.

Apparently there were structural flaws.

He had always been a quiet man, but then...

he started flying off the handle

and he'd start screaming at us

over things that didn't matter.

And sometimes...

he insulted us.

That's why you requested the transfer?

No, I just didn't want to end up like Mariela.

A co-worker who got pregnant.

When she came back, they made her life hell.

She didn't even have an office.

Not even a computer, the poor thing.

They made her do things not even an intern would do.

And we did nothing.

Nobody did anything.

Thank you.

Would you say Marcelo Miralles made her life hell as well?

I don't know.

You got pregnant, didn't you?

Sofia?

- Hi. - Hi.

Jaime Salas.

Oh, hi. We have an appointment right now.

Yeah, they said you were outside so I came out for a smoke.

I have a couple minutes, we can talk out here if you want.

If we have to...

Okay, what can I tell you?

Tell me about Marcelo Miralles.

The jumper.

Miralles was a good engineer.

He had good ideas. He was working on the Iceberg project.

Was he under pressure?

Everyone in this company is under pressure.

Either you perform or you get run over, which I think is fair.

This year we put seven models on the market.

Seven models is amazing.

Before they put out four working at full capacity.

Now we have half the staff and twice the workload.

But hey, that's capitalism.

Does capitalism turn you on?

What?

For me capitalism is a huge turn-on.

With things as they are,

either we follow Fresno's plan or we're screwed, simple as that.

There are people here who say Fresno is a son of a bitch.

Want to know what I think?

I think he's got balls.

You think Miralles shared that opinion?

Well, he jumped out the window. I imagine he felt differently.

And Eduardo Rus?

Rus was a fucking idiot, that's the truth.

He was weird, obsessive.

He needed therapy.

The job was too big for him.

Did you know he was up for a promotion?

Yeah, well, I don't believe that.

Make the guy with the least ideas a manager?

No, sweetheart. This is a serious company.

This isn't your local appliance store.

I think Fresno said that to make him nervous.

To put more pressure on him and see how he'd react.

Now that's a good idea. That's how you run a company.

I have to go.

Were Miralles or Rus seeing therapists?

When, at 11 o'clock at night?

Pilar. Yeah, I'm downstairs.

Now?

Okay, I'll be right up.

I'd like to talk about Andres Miro as well.

I can't. Really. I have two meetings...

Just two minutes.

This was not two minutes.

You have to eat.

No, I'll grab something from the machine.

I'll meet you there. What time?

You're insistent.

Okay, then. Three o'clock downstairs at the vending machine.

- Great. - In Cancún.

Where?

Cancún.

Weren't you in Germany?

Sofia!

I requested a transfer last year.

I didn't know. What for?

I got tired of the sausages in Frankfurt.

Yeah, but not the beer.

No, not the beer.

Or the German women.

Or the German women. Well, only one.

More like she got tired of you.

How are you doing here?

Alejandro Garcia, Head of the Union Committee.

Missing you, Miss High Executive from Headquarters.

Did you miss me in Germany too?

Yeah. German women are too blonde.

Are you still seeing that gardener?

Botanist. He's a botanist.

- And yes, I am. - You don't sound very convinced.

Alejandro, why do people commit suicide here?

It's in the labor agreement.

Everyone has a right to a salary and a suicide.

You're a fucking cynic.

Me, a cynic? Why? No.

Fresno's the cynic for putting you in this office.

- What's wrong with it? - You don't know?

Oh, you don't know.

This is... sorry, was... Miralles' office.

Fuck me!

If you insist...

What a bastard!

Who have you talked to?

So far, one of Miralles' co-workers and...

Right, his co-worker.

Gabriela...

- Benassar. - Exactly.

Gabriela Benassar. Miralles got her pregnant

and she requested a transfer. But she canceled it later.

We offered her counsel but she said no.

Are you saying Gabriela was carrying Miralles' child?

Yes. He fucked her almost every day on this table.

- It's a big table. - How can you know all this?

Sofia, we're one big family here.

We even have a tree at Christmas.

What's the routine like here?

The routine here, how can I put this?

Hey, Charlie Chaplin in "Modern Times."

Remember that movie? We saw it together at my place.

That's it, Chaplin trapped on the assembly line.

Pretty much the same thing, but that movie was a comedy.

This movie is called "The Fresno Plan."

it's about a company that produces 24 hours a day.

You can't handle the workload? No problem.

You just work longer hours.

You screw up? That's fine too.

Internet is full of tutorials about how to write a resumé.

The thing is, people don't like writing resumés

because we look lousy in the photo, so people would rather

work 12 or 15 hours a day.

The result? Fatigue and stress

reach unbearable levels.

Of course, production ratios have increased exponentially.

Which means your bosses at headquarters must be happy.

If it's that bad, why don't they quit?

- Did you hear the resumé part? - Yes.

But we're talking about three coordinators with important jobs.

They could have gone over to the competition.

You know things are tight. Nobody wants to risk it.

Most people have mortgages to pay.

I have a mortgage too, and I'm up to my ass in work.

But you don't have children.

I'm sorry, Sofia.

I'm sorry.

People here have hit rock bottom.

The only thing that keeps some of them on their feet...

is an occasional trip to the restroom.

Here's a summary of complaints about discrimination,

harassment, working hours that are a joke,

all the result of Fresno's plan.

- You have to fire him. - Yeah, right.

His objectives are impossible,

especially now with that fucking Iceberg project.

How many more suicides will it take?

Headquarters would put him in charge of every factory. He's untouchable.

- He's a son of a bitch. - Yes, maybe.

But he saved the company with the whole sector in the red.

Oh, yeah? And what the fuck are they going to do?

Because I'll tell you something.

If the Iceberg project continues, one of these days...

Another one will jump off the balcony.

Maybe we should leave the windows open to make it easier for them.

And what are you guys doing?

What are we doing? We're going to try to sue Fresno.

We're gathering signatures.

I know it's bullshit, but watch out.

Because after these three suicides,

somebody upstairs might have to sit down and negotiate.

Come on, Sofia. Please.

Try to remember what it was like to be sitting on this side.

- Let your hair down. - What?

You used to be... You were different, damn it.

Okay, you worked here, but you had a life.

You designed things. Remember that weird flower you designed?

You put it on a broach and wore it here.

And with all that you stood up to the executives.

That's right, you've always had balls.

And you can still take them on.

What happened to all of that?

Can we return to the present?

- I can help you with the report. - No.

- How about dinner? - I can't, I'm going back tonight.

I have to present my conclusions by 10 A.M. tomorrow.

Back in our day we worked well together.

Unfortunately, not everything worked so well.

What will you write in your report?

I'll probably recommend stronger psychological support

- in all departments. - What?

Adjust working hours and redistribute work groups.

Bla, bla, bla...

Alejandro, that's all I can do.

The problem is that fool's plan!

Fresno's plan is untouchable!

Get that into your fucking head. I can't go after him.

You're the only one who can, damn it!

Sofia, Sofia...

There's something else that can be done.

I was thinking that maybe

you could recommend a reduction of prototypes per year.

I should read this first, don't you think?

Of course. You see? Very good.

Good.

I owe you one. Stay tonight.

- No. - I'll buy you a drink.

Let your hair down, put on your broach and we'll have some fun.

Fine. I'll be in my office.

If you change your mind and want to come see me,

I promise we won't talk about work.

I'll think about it.

Okay, see you tonight.

If I'm asleep when you get home, please don't make any noise.

I've got to go, I'm busy. Kiss.

I love you.

I see the service here is just as bad as 15 years ago.

Sofi! You look gorgeous! Give me a kiss.

- What brings you here? - What can I say?

Wait. You're the investigator sent by headquarters?

Well, investigator...

Come on, have a beer.

Thanks.

All work and no play... Colombo. "Colombina."

How's life treating you? Still seeing the gardener?

Botanist.

Sorry, I always forget... You're still with him?

I don't think so.

His loss!

Still designing those trinkets?

- No, not anymore. - Oh, right.

You're a big shot executive at headquarters now.

The ones with black computers.

So Carmelo, tell me. How are things around here lately?

I don't know about things at headquarters,

but people here are eating worse and faster than ever.

That's a good sign, huh?

The three suicides?

What I can say is those three...

weren't exactly happy-go-lucky types.

Too much baggage.

What do you mean?

For example, the one who shot himself.

Andres Miro.

Toasted croissant and coffee with cream.

The same breakfast every morning.

Miro's mother committed suicide when he was 16 years old

with a hunting rifle.

Imagine the mess.

Do you know if the other two had suicides in their families?

Eduardo Rus, black coffee with saccharine.

That explains his bad temper.

And Marcelo Miralles?

Fruit juice, Spanish omelet and coffee with a splash of brandy.

I don't know if it ran in his family,

but I can tell you his story.

With his secretary. You've heard, right?

What about her breakfast?

She never came in here. I hear she brought food from home.

She'd go up on the roof alone.

How can you know everything?

I'm a waiter, Sofia.

Slice of omelet? Here you go.

We're not allowed to come up here.

I like coming up here between shifts.

Marcelo liked this place too.

At least at first, later on he never had time.

He hardly slept the last months.

He had this lost look in his eyes, like he was dead on the inside.

Until he decided to jump.

The child you were expecting was Marcelo's?

Yes.

- Did he know? - Yes, he did.

He knew he was going to have two kids almost at the same time.

But you decided not to have it.

That's why I canceled the transfer.

There's something that makes us want to jump, isn't there?

Marcelo must have felt it too.

NO NEW MESSAGES

Shit!

Hi.

Hi. You want something?

No, thanks. I can't stomach anything right now.

Right.

Damn.

- How was the meeting? - Fine.

They want me to take over the Iceberg project by myself now.

What little staff we have keeps killing themselves,

so it won't be easy.

Damn it, what's the problem?

How long have you been working here?

Four years.

And I've led plenty of projects before,

but now they want me to take over Miro's side of the project.

Not even Andres could have handled it by himself.

Of course, Andres is gone.

Goddamn it!

Did you know Andres well?

What?

Did you know Andres well?

Yeah, we worked together for many years.

Is it true he had personal problems?

That's what they told you?

No.

He never made any trouble here.

And he was fine at home, not like that poor bastard Rus.

What about Rus?

You haven't heard from the grapevine?

I guess not.

You're just like Rus.

He was the only one who didn't know that his wife,

the Head of Design at this company,

was fucking someone else while he was upstairs slitting his throat.

Now she's on sick leave, depressed.

Poor thing.

Can you tell me...?

Who she was fucking?

Yeah.

Sure, the guy from the union.

Alejandro something.

Some prick who wants to turn this into a spa

instead of a production facility, which is what it is.

If you don't need me anymore, I have work to do.

Good luck with the report.

Why didn't you tell me you were sleeping with Rus' wife?

I didn't know you were so interested in my life.

Not yours, dumbshit. In Eduardo Rus'.

It's all the same to him.

- You're a bastard. - What's the problem?

It's not like it's my first affair with a married woman.

Have you stopped to think how pissed off Rus would have been

if he knew that while he was working his ass off 18 hours a day

you were fucking his wife?

- What are you insinuating? - You want me to write you a report?

Rus committed suicide because he couldn't take the pressure.

The job was too big for him.

Ask anyone on his floor. They'll tell you how desperate he was.

Any other problems he might have had...

Other problems? You were fucking his wife, damn it!

Calm down. Sofia, calm down.

Calm down!

Damn!

Here, I found something I was looking for.

Please...

Your best design, you left it at my place last time, remember?

We were talking about you and Rus' wife.

I had no idea she was married, you got that?

We met in a training class

and started seeing each other.

I didn't find out her husband worked in design

and prototype programming until much later.

- And you were fine with it. - No!

I wasn't!

- What was I supposed to do? - Stop fucking people over for once.

Mother Teresa has spoken.

I don't fuck my co-workers' husbands.

No, you only fired your sister-in-law.

You're a bastard.

I didn't fire her, you hear me? I didn't!

Fine, you didn't sign the termination letter.

But I read the report, Sofia.

"Susana Verges doesn't speak other languages well enough."

"Her reports are poorly written."

It sounds harmless, but the bosses also heard

that she talked to her husband on the phone all the time

and talked shit about her boss.

Nobody does that here.

Surprised, huh?

Like I said, one big happy family.

Sometimes we even say hi to each other.

I didn't want her to get fired.

I just wanted her to perform at my level.

Yeah? And how much was your raise? Two grand? Three?

Come on, you're not fooling anybody.

Alejandro, this isn't easy for me.

For me either.

Then you don't think Rus had anything to do with you?

Answer me this:

Were Miralles and Miro getting cheated on too?

Miralles was having a nasty affair.

And Miro was seeing a psychiatrist.

His mother committed suicide when he was 16 years old.

So it turns out the company's work issues

had nothing to do with it.

This place is harmony, like a Zen Center.

We forgot to arrange the furniture with all that feng shui crap,

but we're working on it.

The center might have played less of a role than you think.

That's not what you said this morning, honey.

Because I didn't know then what I know now, honey.

Rus was an idiot.

If I hadn't banged his wife, somebody else would have.

How's that for a union rep!

To think that this morning I was about to stay...

I must have "fucking idiot" written on my forehead.

I did not kill Rus!

Going up?

Yes?

You are?

Victor Santamaria.

From Human Resources.

Oh, yes. I'm sorry. Come in and sit down, please.

Sorry.

I'm done.

Someone forgot it in the machine and I grabbed it.

Right.

Or maybe nobody forgot it.

The machine might have self-esteem issues.

Okay, I imagine you want me to talk about Andres Miro.

Why?

Because you're investigating and he's the one I knew best.

Of course. Go ahead.

Okay, then.

Andres was a very hard worker.

He worked all that he could and more.

- I already know that. - Right.

Anything more personal?

Well, I don't know.

Look, Andres was a great guy.

He had problems like anybody else.

But he was special.

Why do you think he did it?

Shoot himself?

Something in his head wasn't right.

Though that happens to all of us.

But he still had a big heart.

He was very kind.

People who speak badly about him didn't know him.

He was very stressed.

First he was in charge of all the Nexus computing,

and that was a very hard change.

But later on with Iceberg, I think he reached his limit.

Would you say stress is what led him to take his own life?

I can't answer that, try to understand.

I'm from Human Resources.

Can you give me your personal opinion?

My personal opinion

is that working didn't help him solve his personal problems.

Anything else to add?

I can't.

I understand.

Thank you, Victor. It was very nice of you.

You know what?

You're not as harsh as they say either.

Most of us work about ten extra hours per week.

And you have to be 100%. From 8 A.M. until you go home.

This is like the 400 meter hurdles.

There are constantly obstacles in your way.

And if you trip and fall, you're screwed. You're out.

At least I have a job.

I have a wife, three kids and a mortgage.

I won't risk all of that because three wackos killed themselves.

I assume all companies are the same, right?

Everyone's always trying to get ahead.

I do my job, leave other people alone

and I've never had any problems.

I hope the union makes the most of this.

They need to use the three deaths of those poor men

to get us better working conditions.

What the fuck else can I do at age 52?

Look, we know how this works.

All the bosses care about are the stock and sales figures.

It's all I think about.

If somebody shoots himself, fine. Too bad.

Where will I go if they decide to let me go?

Do I work longer hours? Yes.

Did any of us complain? Did we go on strike?

Every company has people working more hours than their contract says.

We're the only ones who care about ourselves.

I think that if you don't do something,

there will be another tragedy.

Thank you.

Please, sit down.

Name?

Marcelo Miralles.

No job is worth working yourself to death for.

None of them.

First, because you sell yourself too cheap.

And later on because you end up selling out other people.

Like you sold out Susana Verges.

Susana takes pills every day now.

She's depressed.

She's 52 years old.

There's no future working in this country

for people who lose their jobs at age 52.

But her children,

because she has two children,

are about to start university.

And her husband, your brother,

was already unemployed.

And now she is too.

And she has no future.

You're covered,

but not her, Sofia.

Not her.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Yes, excuse me. You can go, thank you.

Sofia.

- Hi. - Hi, Jaime.

How are you? Have you finished the report?

I have to write it.

Do you know what you'll write?

Yes.

Good.

What are you doing?

Nothing, just going over Andres' work.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, just...

a lot of work.

Anyway...

I hope the report goes okay.

See if you can bring down the suicide rate around here.

We should close all the windows.

Sofia.

I don't know...

Maybe we can see each other sometime on the outside.

You want my number?

Goodbye, Jaime.

Good luck.

Sorry to bother you, you must be exhausted.

No, that's okay. I've finished the interviews.

I only wanted to give you this.

I think it might help with the investigation.

- Do you want to come in? - No, I can't.

Please destroy it as soon as you make a copy.

Goodbye.

Look, Marcelo.

I want the project finished by Monday morning or you're out,

you got that?

It'll give me the perfect excuse to fire your fucking ass.

Carlos, you know it's impossible.

What do you mean, impossible?

You can't threaten me like this. We're working at 100%.

No, I'm sick of your shit. I don't give a fuck, Marcelo.

You got that? Fuck it.

And another thing: if you use all that material

Bill Gates the Fuckhead gave you,

get your divorce papers ready,

because on Monday I'll send your pregnant wife

a nice little movie called

"Sex in the Office." She'll love it.

Yes?

- Gabriela Benassar, please. - Yes, one moment.

Hello?

Gabriela, who is Bill Gates the Fuckhead?

Andres Miro.

He gave Marcelo the pen drive.

Did Fresno blackmail you with this too?

Gabriela, did he use this to threaten you as well?

You gave it to me, the hard part is already done.

Please.

He told me that...

that getting pregnant was a bad idea.

Why did you listen to him? Why didn't you report it?

Look at the other files.

I'm sorry, I have to hang up.

- Goodbye. - Gabriela, wait...

Yes?

Carla, put me through to Angel, please.

He's in a meeting.

- Then give me Enzo. - One moment.

Sofia. Hey, gorgeous. How are you?

Fine. About to write the report.

I'll be there tomorrow before ten.

Perfect. Anything else, Sofia?

Yes, one question.

Did Angel let Fresno put cameras around the whole building?

Sofia, focus on what we asked you to do, please.

The security cameras in common areas

is company policy and you should know that.

And since you asked, I don't think it's a big deal.

In Italy we're used to these things.

Was there a problem with the cameras?

Sofia?

No, no problem. I was just curious.

Thanks.

No, thank you. Always.

Bye, gorgeous.

COPY TO DESKTOP

REPORT BY SOFIA CUEVAS CONCERNING TECNOCENTRO RUN BY CARLOS FRESNO

Yes?

Sofia, there's a man down here who wants to see you.

Who is it?

He says he's Alvaro Granados.

He's the reporter who called this morning.

I can tell him you're in a meeting if you want.

Please.

- Fine, no problem. - Thanks.

Hi, Sofia.

How are you?

Fine, thanks.

Well? Any conclusions?

Actually I only came to say goodbye

and thank you for your kindness and availability.

I'll turn in my conclusions tomorrow to the CEO.

I'm in charge of this center.

I think I deserve a preview, don't I?

Please, give me an outline or a summary.

All right.

Technically it's impossible to establish a cause-effect

relationship between the suicides and the new production plan.

It would be premature and inconsistent.

Good.

But make no mistake, Fresno.

You might think I support your methods here.

But you don't.

You know I don't.

Look, people work better under pressure.

That's a fact.

I have personal problems too, you know.

Problems more serious than an affair.

But I leave them at home every morning before coming here.

Because at the end of each trimester,

the main office doesn't ask me about my daughter.

They ask me about sales figures.

There's a second part of my report.

In this company there was and there is

too much psychological pressure, not to mention abusive practices.

Abusive practices?

That's right.

Look, honey. If you want to give me lessons on ethics,

I'll give you lessons on running a company.

There's something called corporate bankruptcy.

I didn't make it up, it's there, hanging over our heads,

all of our heads, including mine.

Which means if we need to work our asses to the bone,

then we all have to work our asses to the bone.

Because the bottom line is we're all in the same boat.

Thanks for the lesson.

But I apply it every day at headquarters.

I congratulate you.

And what are your suggestions?

First a redistribution of labor and work groups...

"Redistribution of labor..."

Strengthen psychological services...

"Strengthen psychological services..."

And modify working hours.

"...working hours."

Anything else?

Marcelo Miralles.

He was placed under an unacceptable amount of pressure.

As you've probably already heard,

Marcelo Miralles was fucking his secretary in his office

and he got her pregnant.

Marcelo Miralles didn't meet his deadlines.

Marcelo Miralles talked shit about me every fucking day

and nobody should talk shit about their boss every fucking day.

Don't you think?

What about Rus and Miro?

What about them?

Tell me one thing, Fresno.

If the three suicides aren't related to this company,

why did they kill themselves here?

Why not do it at home or jump off a bridge?

I have no fucking idea why they did it here.

But I didn't kill them and the company didn't either.

Nobody forced them to work here, they could have left at any time.

Have you ever talked to any of your employees face to face?

Handled their requests,

listened to their problems? Because I have. Today.

Good lord.

If I may say so,

the world in that pretty little head of yours

doesn't exist.

Well, it should.

Eliminate the second part of your report.

I talked to headquarters.

And?

They've raised your salary.

You'll get a nice bonus for the extra work you've put in.

You'll be getting a new office.

All of this, if you do the right thing.

Miss Cuevas?

Jaime Salas left this for you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

2ND PART - CRITICISM OF CARLOS FRESNO'S METHODS

Yes?

Okay.

Thanks.

Yes?

Sofia, Mr. Torres said to give me the report.

Why?

He's in a meeting with the Board of Directors.

Sofia...

Sofia, I said he's in a meeting. What are you doing?

Sofia.

Good morning, Sofia.

Hello.

Thank you, Carla. You can shut the door.

We're very sorry about this morning. It was unexpected.

Is that the report?

Yes, I just finished the final version.

All right, Sofia.

You can go. You've done a good job.

That's it?

What did you expect?

Everything in here is confidential. You know that, right?

Good.

Thank you very much.

What are you going to do about it?

We might have to make a decision, but it's not simple.

What do you mean? You're the one who decides.

No, there's always someone higher up.

You're not going to do anything.

If she keeps this up, I'll call security.

With our yearly sales, I don't think we can do much.

This morning another employee committed suicide

after ten years with the company.

- Sofia! - We have the ball now.

You've done your part and you did

a good job. The company is grateful.

You're a son of a bitch.

What are you saying?

You gave Fresno total freedom

and that bastard runs the factory like a prison.

He blackmails the workers and acts only in the company's interest.

But you know what? I have some things on my laptop.

Like a call Fresno made to Marcelo Miralles

before he killed himself threatening to fire him

and send his wife a video recorded secretly in his office

of him fucking Gabriela Benassar.

And that's just an example.

There are little things, like video files

showing private details from the lives of all your workers.

All thanks to who knows how many video cameras

scattered around the building like fucking Big Brother.

So don't tell me you're not the one who decides. Please!

Sofia, it's normal for you to be upset.

Shut up, you idiot. You're not talking to an intern.

Enzo, sit down.

Have you copied those files somewhere besides the laptop?

No.

Why should I believe you?

You've believed me since you hired me.

What do you want, Sofia?

I want you to rehire an ex-employee.

Susana Verges.

You're the one who fired her.

I want you to give her my job.

How can we hire back someone we just fired?

Very simple. By doing it.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

I have only one thing to say to you, Sofia.

You'll regret this. Very much.

What are you doing with my laptop?

You mean the company's laptop.

Enzo asked me for it.

Call Human Resources.

Hi, Marina.

Sofia, Mr. Torres ordered you out of the building in 15 minutes.

We'll send you your termination papers

and the document explaining your severance package.

Fine.

Yes?

Susana, it's Sofia. Can you come outside for a second?

I'll be right out.

I came to apologize.

Sure.

They offered me your job.

I'll have to think about it.

I wish you the best, Susana. Really.

Hello?

Jaime?

This is Alvaro Granados, reporter from the newspaper El Mañana.

- Who is this? - This is Sofia Cuevas.

Oh, Jaime said you would call.

Right.

Jaime is full of surprises.

He sure is.

Well, to what do I owe the honor of this call?

One second.

I think I have something for you.

And it might be more than just the tip of the iceberg.