The Fall
We ain't stealing. We're working!
We work a lot. What for...?
Mr. President, you should have invited the
people from BORBA FILHO, they're quite low.
Senator, don't count your chickens
before they hatch.
already won the competition.
THE FALL:
Ambulatory! Nurse!
He's dying!
- Someone lift him up.
- Tight.
More!
But he was foolish, wanting romance.
Forget it, Zoe!
With your delicate stomach,
you'll get burned here!
War is war.
- How about Moreira dos Mares?
- Unforgettable! I still can feel her taste.
- Relative?
- No.
- Work accident?
- Yeah.
Two hours to get there!
And just to leave him!
- All screwed up. I was amazed.
- 15 days to deliver this thing!
- And you're amazed?
- A man hurt. A man hurt!
- Let's stop?
- The ambulance took us one hour.
And the ambulatory is sh*t.
No-one to serve us!
Should've taken him
to the hospital.
- Why did he fall anyway?
- He had no belt.
Another guy died like that.
Asked me for a belt...
...but couldn't find any!
Yet he went up, cause he
was a good worker.
But without belt, I
wouldn't go that high.
The engineer Mendes, I talked
to him about the schedule.
You think we'll finish
with this rain? How?
Working with 20%
of the employees!
"I don't care" he says.
Well, nobody does!
But we had to take the
guy to the ambulatory.
C'mon, Mario!
Hello. Yeah... Right.
Okay.
- Where is Zoe's locker?
- That one.
How's he?
How's he?
Gone.
- Play it right.
- I know.
- Supper, Mario.
- It's almost cold, Mario!
Coming!
Come on, boy! You've gotta eat.
- Warm up the macaroni?
- No need to.
Have some cachae. Warm up.
Get there, my child.
- It's over...
- Already?
- So good! Already?
- It's over.
- Full of drunkards here...
- I think there's one left.
sh*t. Not smooth.
Ya know what they do in Minas?
Their booze is yellow. Right?
'Cause they put smoke in it.
They put it like this.
And then they use a bowl.
finds a different taste...
...thinking it's good booze.
The best! Thank you.
But his liver...!
These beans ain't good.
Those from last week were better.
I left a tape measure...
Did you see it?
- No.
- Did you, Mario?
A Czech tape measure.
I think it's in the kitchen.
Dad, let me tell you how the
money got into the trash bin.
How?
Money got into the trash bin today!
$500 was to pay the bill. I put
...but when looked for it,
where's the money?
I asked Maria, "where's the money?"
"Didn't see, Miss Laura. Which money?"
Then I remembered the plastic bag!
She had thrown it away!
Leonel put the bag in his mouth
and she thought it was filth!
Almost gone! $300!
What a mess!
- I'll be going.
- To the funeral?
Yeah.
I'll go too.
No need to...
I'll be right back.
- Go with him.
- Mario, I'll go with you.
Wait a sec.
Give this to the widow,
she might need it.
- Where's Mario?
- He left.
- Already?
- You'll catch him up.
He didn't wait for me!
I told him to wait!
- You'll catch him up.
- Sh*t.
Sorry.
- What's this?
- Give it to the widow.
I don't know her. Damn!
I said I'd go with him.
I asked him to wait, I'd
put on a blouse!
In my opinion, this is
the last chance of BORBA FILHO.
- That's true, doctor.
- What do we have to lose?
Don't know... I think it's too risky.
What do you think?
Well, at least it'll be a great
headache to CONCRISA.
But they'll soon find out
we're behind all this.
- They'll suspect us.
- So what? What can they do?
Oh, yes they can.
They didn't register the worker.
We're not to blame.
This is too delicate a
subject for all of us.
What did you decide, dad?
All right. Call Dr. Alcindro,
I'll talk to him myself.
Right.
- Yeah. Worker, death,
construction site. Do it now.
- Now?
- Now.
Honda, come here.
Ah, wait then...
Kid, what's your name?
Alfredo?
Someone bring some hot coffee.
Here's a scoop about a worker's
death at a construction site.
That'll interest the boss.
A great scoop.
Might be your success. Only one dead,
but make it three or four, okay?
Make it a great story.
My condolences. I'm the lawyer of
your husband's company.
I brought you something,
in this envelope.
It's $10,000 in check.
Now, you must sign this.
- What's this?
- The money from the company.
- It's $10,000 to the widow.
- And this paper?
- The receipt.
- Blank?
I'll type soon.
You need a good lawyer.
I'll bring you one that
deals with work accidents.
I'll take care about the honorary.
I'll bring in the form.
Wait a second.
In my town, they also carry the dead...
...and tie the feet too.
If the left foot falls, someone
in the family will die.
Were you there?
- Where?
- At the church?
What'd I do there?
- What's with the hurry?
- Did anyone talk to you?
- Didn't you?
- You're happy, huh?
Happened just what you wanted to.
- You happy, huh, gaucho?
- Me?
- Don't know why.
- Let him be. Drink something.
Will you celebrate too?
To the law enforcers!
Doesn't mean anything.
It was an accident.
You had bad luck. But that happens.
Mario, shut him up.
What ya have to do with it?
- Me? Nothing.
- What are you laughing at, then?
Can't I laugh?
- No.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- What was the man's name?
- Shut up. Shut up!
- I'm not laughing, just talking.
- Don't talk!
- Can't I talk, either?
- No!
- Can't laugh, can't talk...
- Shut your mouth!
- Brave one, huh?
- Will you stop it?
What ya want? The man's dead.
- Manuel.
- So what? Many deaths are left unnoticed.
- How many did you kill?
- Many. But now I'm a truck driver.
- Let him be, he's a drunk.
- Aren't we all?
Policemen, truck drivers... all drunks!
Or does the police forbid drinking too?
- Come one, let's stop drinking!
- It's useless!
If I want to drink, I drink!
Don't nag me.
Let him drink.
Won't laugh, won't talk, just drink.
- Do you know Mario for long?
- Yeah.
- Did you serve together?
- Yes.
- Quite a fella?
- Yeah.
Gee.
How he crushed!
Gee.
Stupidity, Mario.
Stupid, stupid...
No-one could assist? Something?
All stupid. Stupid thing, my gosh.
- What, Mario?
- Stop smoking in bed.
Mario.
I'd like to talk.
Gosh. F***!
The administration is getting mad.
Shouldn't let the guy come in.
What matter will it have?
You're asking? Those news
guys are troublemakers.
He won't find out what
others don't already know.
Even if he does, do you think
he'll say what he pleases?
Maybe CONCRISA is acting rightly.
Anyway, worker's death is nothing new.
I'm still against those reporters
in here, they make things up.
No-one will leave for no funeral.
Who does, I'll discount today.
All right, discount if you want to,
but not the full day.
Three hours is all they need,
without losing the right for food.
Okay, Mario. But I have 15 days to
deliver all this. 15 days!
I have to work to deliver this.
- They'll lose the right for food!
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