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and get you to work.

I'm not going to work.

I'm leaving television.

Look, Alexis,

I've always wanted to have a child.

What are you saying?

A few months ago...

I had an in vitro

and I'm pregnant.

It's a high-risk pregnancy

because my child

has achondroplasia, like me...

and I want it to be alright

because I'm alone.

How far along are you?

Three months.

It's early.

We can still get an abortion.

Sh*t, I'm out of data.

Then use the WiFi.

You don't care about the data, right?

Forget it, I'm out.

Your only talent is being a dwarf,

don't you see?

What'll you live on after two years?

What? You can't do anything.

If not for me,

you'd be where I found you,

on the Plaza Mayor playing Mickey Mouse!

Don't you see how much money

I'll lose if you quit this?

Don't you see how selfish you are?

Listen, you b*tch,

you're not having that kid

and you're not quitting.

If you even think

of breaking the contract...

- Where are you going?

- To my house.

Stay back or I'll throw

this money out of the window!

You're crazy...

- Give me the money!

- No!

Was there a lot of blood?

Ana, for God's sake...

I heard the neighbors scream out

that he was deformed,

that his head was shoved inside.

Ana, stop.

You've been talking about this all day.

Stop talking about it.

You saw a dead person...

A lot of blood...

It was horrible...

Sure.

Shouldn't you give it back?

The money? Why?

I don't know...

Poor man.

After what happened to him,

and he's got no money...

- Ana, he's dead.

- Sure, sure.

Hey, I'm not giving it back.

Sh*t, Guille...

Would you give it back?

I don't know... I think so.

I don't know.

What I am sure of

is that I need it more.

Sh*t, what a stressful day.

What I don't get is, why do

you need so much money?

To do what I've always wanted to do.

What?

- The operation.

- What operation?

The reconstruction.

What?

I've tried to save up the money

for a facial reconstruction,

but it's really expensive.

You want to change your face?

No, not change my face.

I want to fix some things.

Are you talking about plastic surgery?

Yes.

Aren't you scared of the blood,

the operation and everything?

No.

I'd like to have fleshy lips

and bushy hair all over,

not gaps in my hair.

Cheekbones,

I'd get rid of the scars, the burns,

get smooth, normal skin...

My hair used to be curly,

but I found out they can apply implants,

anything you want.

I'd get straight hair.

Wouldn't you like a guy like that?

Everyone would.

I like you.

We're made for each other.

I know.

Ana, are you alright?

Yes.

Turn off the light.

The cellphone you are calling

is turned off or out of range.

Please leave your message

after the beep.

Don't hurt me, please...

Hello?

Yes?

Hello.

- I'm the girl from the other day.

- Nobody told me I had a client.

I didn't tell anyone.

I came to give you this.

They're my diamonds.

I knew you've taken them.

- You can see?

- No,

but I perceive other things.

I'm going. I'll leave them here.

Take the diamonds.

- What?

- I don't need them anymore.

- You need them more.

- No, no...

How many times have you been with me?

Once, the other day.

Don't lie,

I know that you have come many times.

But your skin is different.

- I know you're not a thief. Take them.

- I can't accept them.

Alright.

If you won't take a gift,

you'll have to give me

something in exchange.

What can I give you?

Let's make a deal.

You keep the diamonds

and I get to know you.

- What?

- I'm dying to touch someone.

To touch you.

- I...

- You need that money.

What do you want to do?

Why do you never want to be touched?

People don't like to touch

people like me.

I do. You're soft.

I've been touched a lot, all of my life.

But they touch me, then go.

Don't cover yourself up,

I can't see you.

They're big.

Have you never had a partner?

No, I've only been with people I paid.

Well,

I've actually only been with you.

I spent all my money here.

Here.

You'd better keep them.

No, no. I'm paying you.

Believe it or not, it was good

that you stole them from me.

Sooner or later

I had to get rid of them.

Thanks a lot.

The dramatic story of Cristian

is not over.

- Thank you so much, really.

- ...he'd been run over by accident,

but today, after his psychiatrist

spoke to the police,

it seems it was suicide.

Cristian suffered

from Body Identity Disorder,

a strange mental disorder

that led him to not want to have legs.

Cristian injured his legs

with the intention of losing them,

until this time he succeeded,

as well as taking his own life.

His parents are being investigated

for possible child abuse.

Let's try it.

Now that we're alone.

No, Claudia.

Guille, I've gone out for a walk.

I usually don't go out in the mornings,

nor in the evenings,

but today I need a little air.

I haven't slept all night

and it helped me think...

I think you should keep that money.

I only ask you for one thing.

Do as you see fit with

the money and be happy,

whatever that is or whatever that means.

I've decided that

I'm going to be happy too,

but I'm doing it alone.

For the first time without my mother

and without a man.

Though it may amaze you, Guille,

you and I are not made for each other.

Is anyone there?

- Are you nervous?

- No, I'm fine.

Come on, push!

It's here! It's here!

Maybe I couldn't talk to you

when I should have.

There's something in your look

that I never saw.

Pitiless silence instead of love,

and when I sought to speak,

someone sang.

Dancing together, all around.

As I was watching, facing you both,

I felt that someone spoke,

and it was your voice.

When he caressed you, someone sang.

And in the darkness,

suddenly I understood

that it was my pride that hurt you.

Unwillingly,

WE HAVE CHICKEN SOUP

I myself guided you by his side,

as had happened before.

Maybe I couldn't talk to you

when I should have.

My mind controlled my heart.

The price I paid was to see you so,

and when he embraced you, someone sang.

When I lost your love,

someone sang.

And in the darkness,

suddenly I understood

that it was my pride that hurt you.

Unwillingly, I myself guided you

by his side,

as had happened before.

Maybe I couldn't talk to you

when I should have.

My mind controlled my heart.

The price I paid was to see you so,

and when he embraced you, someone sang.

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