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Did you hear about

the kidney and the appendix?

The relatives are raising hell

and there are no excuses.

They're blaming each other.

The doctors blame the assistants,

the assistants blame the nurses...

...and everybody blames bureaucracy.

Because getting the wrong patient,

could be. But the sex!

Felix knew he had a woman,

and Enrique that his was a man.

Doctor Ferrero...

My God! They follow me everywhere.

I can't do anything for that corpse.

Shall I read the report?

It's not necessary.

These are just mortal remains.

A fractured skull, only to begin with.

The rest seems the work

of a morbid butcher...

half for the stew, and half...

What do the X-rays say?

A lot but not all.

They weren't taken properly. Poor kid!

Only his heart is working well.

Tough luck. He can last forever.

Who's in charge of him?

Nobody, apparently he's in

Ferrero's hands...

but he's only put that bandage.

He's saving the hospital cotton-wool,

alcohol, plaster and antibiotics.

Look at the chest.

Every rib is broken.

The hypocrisy of

the system sickens me!

Why don't they help him die?

But they won't do anything.

Something better happen once and for all.

At one time impossible things

were done to save a life.

Today life's worth less than

that fag you're about to smoke.

Pulse is normal, Ferrero.

Pulse is normal, Ferrero.

This case is not yours.

I know, I'm not trying to interfere.

You cannot pass over me.

But who wants to pass over you?

This is not your ground.

You mind your own business.

Don't get mad, damn it!

- That boy...

- The one the truck got?

He wants to live.

That's what we all want.

We can't just leave him

there on a stretcher.

Ventura, we must be practical.

There's no sense in being

utopical nowadays.

Who were in the consulting team?

Perrone, Brunetti, Calvo and myself.

I think we're competent enough.

I'm not judging...

Ferrero thinks exactly the same.

A lost case, man.

The death certificate

has not been signed yet.

He still breathes...

We're getting cynical.

What's happening to us?

To me? To you!

What's wrong with you man?

Ventura, damn it!

Do you want him?

He's all yours, my friend, all yours.

What bad luck!

It's your fate!

I am alone.

I can't count on Marcelo.

I don't know what I'll do.

Andrea, you'll come

to see him everyday.

You must look after him,

Andreita, I beg you.

- You too, Luis?

- Yes, of course, Susana.

Why did I want to be pregnant?

Don't say that.

Why? Why? I've been carrying

this for ages. It weighs a ton.

You say that because you're afraid.

Some news! Of course

I'm afraid. You know for how long?

Any news?

Yes, we were expecting you

for a toast.

Don't be an idiot.

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