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Look, I know I'm the one who started this whole investigation,

but I think we're getting carried away.

What's going to happen if we're wrong?

The CAT scan wasn't Ximo's.

-You having doubts? -No.

No, I'm not.

But if we prove that the results of her trials are not what she claims,

then… what happens to the rest of us who are improving?

They could stop the whole thing.

Because we are healing, aren't we?

You, yes.

Other patients in the trial probably are as well.

But some of them aren't and wouldn't know it.

We owe it to Ximo.

Ah, you're right.

I knew it. So, what do we do?

All the CT scans that are done at the hospital are kept in radiology.

I'll head there this morning, see if I can find Ximo's.

-And get Biel to help you out. -No.

He spends all day with Lafont, and he's been avoiding me.

Ever since we all met that day at the morgue,

he's gone over to her side.

Oh, shit, that fucking woman. She's got us all paranoid.

And that's why we have to hurry.

As soon as we can confirm the truth about Ximo,

we'll crack this whole thing wide open.

Yeah?

BREATHLESS

Biel, why did you access Ximo's medical records after his death?

I didn't.

Your ID is right here on the access log.

That's not possible. There must be some kind of mistake.

Well, maybe the IT department can sort this out.

You stole my access card so you could read over Ximo's records?

Biel.

D'you know how much trouble I could get into?

It was the only way to find out what happened to him.

-We know what happened. -Lafont's not telling you the truth.

-The CT scan in his records isn't his. -Come on, Néstor.

Ximo had an appendectomy,

and the records are from someone who didn't.

Uh, Néstor. I figured out the CT scan.

The scan in Ximo's file is actually from another patient, Ignacio Martín.

You see?

I see a technical mix-up over a wrong name.

Then there wouldn't be a problem with us looking at Ximo's real scan.

-Right? Would there? -No, no.

Uh, I don't have it.

I guess Dr. Lafont didn't, uh, upload it.

What do you mean? They upload automatically.

No.

The scans taken from patients in her study go directly to her computer.

And then she uploads them to the server once she's checked them.

Did you know about this?

Well, now you do.

Doctor?

What's he doing here?

Biel.

-This lab is restricted for a reason. -I know, I'm sorry.

We were hoping you could clarify some things.

And what is so important that it had to be right now?

-We wanna see Ximo's last CAT scan. -No.

-I already told you he was my patient. -Of course.

Well, I understand that you wanna maintain doctor-patient confidentiality,

but… transparency could help clear up any doubts.

I can't show you, because I don't have it anymore.

Something must've gone wrong with Ximo's last scan.

Digital artifacts. I hoped to do another, but he passed away before I could.

-That's quite the coincidence. -I don't care what you think.

And I'm really tired of having to justify myself to you day in and day out.

I know that scan exists.

And I'll do whatever it takes to get a hold of it.

And once I do,

you'll be justifying yourself to the police.

Breathe in.

And breathe out, nice and slow.

Okay, so you have a headache, a cough… And you said you felt slightly feverish?

Yeah, and I've been shivering a bit.

I can see your pulse is a little fast, sir.

-Hm. -Are you taking any medication?

Just what you prescribed me after the operation.

Ah, you had surgery here?

Three weeks back, on my knee. Why?

-Is everything okay, Doctor? -Yes, yes.

Don't worry about it. We'll take care of you.

Uh, make sure he gets an ECG.

And ask trauma about getting a… a synovial fluid culture done on him.

Thanks.

Hey! What's up?

You ignoring everyone from surgery, or just me?

I've been texting you, and I know you've read them.

I thought you'd get the hint by now.

Wait. Come on, man.

Don't be mad.

-I was gonna tell you about it, okay? -What were you gonna tell me about?

-The fact-- -You're married?

Or that you have a daughter?

We're divorced.

Well, in the process of divorcing.

Okay. Well, that's great. It's all clear as day.

-Quique, come on. Gimme a chance-- -No, you don't get to do that.

I don't know what fucking game you're playing here.

You've been pursuing me ever since we met. Why?

Because you wanna experiment, no? With men? I'm not a toy, Doctor.

No one gets to play with my feelings.

And especially not someone whose life as a father is so boring

and full of responsibilities

that he feels the need to find himself a fuck buddy at work.

You don't have to worry about that, Dr. Román,

I won't be "playing with you" again.

See you around.

Rocío.

-What? -Got an ear bleed in bay 1.

But I just closed my eyes.

I know that, honey. But no one else is available.

Let's get a move on.

Yeah, coming.

Ah…

Now let's see. Right, it's possible that you've perforated your eardrum, okay?

And maybe a cholesteatoma.

Ow. Ow, ah.

But we'll get you checked out by, um, by an ENT, okay?

And I'll take a look at your other ear.

I should tell you, um, it's possible you may need surgery on this one.

Really, Doctor?

Surgery for this? I wouldn't think so.

Some stitches would be fine, don't you think?

Why don't we clean it?

Mmm.

Yes. Of course.

Rocío! You okay?

What speed do you want this at?

Uh…

Rocío, what's going on?

Uh…

Yeah.

I'll just be right back.

-Ah. Gotta go to the bathroom. -Rocío?

What is going on?

Nothing.

No?

This isn't nothing, Rocío. You just ran out on a patient.

Something's going on. You can tell me.

I'm just a bit stressed right now.

It was weird. I thought I spotted May, and I freaked out a bit.

-Did you have another fight? -Yeah.

Yeah, we slept together.

When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?

Well, it's just that we, uh…

I don't know what to say.

We were fighting again, you know.

Just like we have been, and…

And then we… we did.

And it was so amazing.

-You're together again? -No, no.

I don't know. We haven't talked about that yet. Just don't say anything.

What? You haven't talked? What are you, a straight couple?

Do me a favor. Do yourself a favor. Go out for a coffee, talk.

And come to work focused.

We really need you at your best.

-I'll see you out there. -Yeah.

Good morning, Patricia.

Don't be like that. It's the same needle it always is.

It's not that. It's just… Well, I was…

Maybe we should… take a break for two or three weeks,

now that I'm in the middle of the election. I mean, I--

Are you experiencing any side effects?

No.

No. No, but I…

We can afford a little break.

Right? I'm almost cured. What do you think?

Listen, if this is because of Ximo's death,

I'll remind you that had nothing to do with the treatment.

No, not yet.

When we met, what sort of life expectancy did you have?

-Zero. -Exactly.

Your doctor had all but given up on you.

But I never did.

-And now, you're practically cured. -Hm.

Ah!

Shit.

If I couldn't continue this trial at Sorolla,

I'd move it to another hospital.

Unfortunately…

…my patients don't have that same luxury.

Now press down hard.

Don't doubt the gravity of what we're achieving here, Patricia.

You can trust me.

-What do we got? -Woman, 35 years old.

Multiple contusions to the face, body, and abdomen.

-And bleeding from the genitals. -Get gynecology here.

Right away.

Someone assaulted her, but she won't say who.

We need to follow the protocol for sexual assault.

-No. No, don't. No, please don't. -Okay, it's okay.

-Take her to one of the bays, quickly. -Please!

Fuck. Where's the bed? Can someone get us a bed?

Blanca, ECG and blood test.

Holy shit, what an animal. Look at this. A boot mark.

Whoa, she's convulsing. Lower the stretcher. Put her on her side.

Come on, Pere.

-Yep. -Give us a hand over here!

Blanca, two milligrams of midazolam and a capillary blood glucose test.

-Was she convulsing before? -No.

-Keep her still. -We got her.

Hold tight.

-That's it. Great. -Good.

It's okay. You're gonna be fine.

Congratulations.

Hey, congrats, Jésica!

Thanks.

Congratulations! Whoa, you sure kept it quiet, didn't you?

If it wasn't for Lluís, we wouldn't have known.

Huh?

Here.

What's this?

Here. These are from everyone on the floor.

Oh, thanks.

Well.

-Ángel, can you file this? -How can I help you?

Hey, congrats. You're the talk of the town.

-Biel. -Yeah?

-Yes. -Lluís told everyone.

-I should've told you, sorry. -It's none of my business.

You made that very clear last time we spoke.

I feel so bad. Biel, I'm really sorry.

I didn't wanna hurt you. I…

Can we just be coworkers? Or try to?

I don't know, Jésica.

How about we get something to eat?

I'm hungry.

Come on.

These cookies are so freaking good.

Hm. They're from Nicolás.

Nicolás? Why?

Make me feel better?

What for?

What happened?

Hey, you can tell me.

Let's practice this whole coworker thing.

I feel like I'm cursed or something.

You what?

I can't talk to a patient without them dying, like…

It doesn't make sense. First Ximo, then Robbie, I…

I feel… Don't laugh at me. This is serious.

Sorry, I'm sorry.

-You know you work in a hospital, right? -Mm.

It's just…

You know, people die.

I know, but like… I get too emotionally invested.

I'm not cut out for it.

Did I ever tell you about my first shift at a hospital?

Mm-mm.

We were rotating through different wards.

And so that night, I was assigned to the neonatal ICU.

Oh.

I saw a lot of babies with birth defects, like…

really bad ones.

I spent the whole night holding one with anencephaly.

He wouldn't stop crying.

It completely broke my heart.

And a few hours later, he died…

right in my arms.

I made it home, and I…

I cried all night.

I told myself I'd never cry in a hospital again.

How's that going?

It was just fine until Rodri.

How are you feeling?

Hm.

Want one?

No, have the rest.

You just wanted me to feel bad so you could eat the whole thing, huh?

Come in.

Sorry, I have to go now. I'll call you back.

Pilar. I'd like you to meet Iván and Mireia.

-Hi, good to meet you. -Same.

They're with the Healock Pharmaceutical company.

-A pleasure to meet you, Doctor. -Thank you, Mireia.

So I explained our situation.

And Healock Pharmaceuticals would like to help us fund our ER.

That's wonderful.

But perhaps we should start by discussing conditions. Don't you think?

Please. Take a seat.

I'm all ears. Go ahead.

Not only would we be willing to finance the ER's operating costs,

but we'd also be able to offer Sorolla the best medications money can buy,

advanced treatments, technological resources, IT support…

Whatever it takes to improve customer service.

And then, of course,

we'll also provide training courses for any professionals who may want them.

At no charge, naturally.

Seems like a great offer. What do you think?

Well, it certainly does seem great.

But we should probably discuss the fine print.

Tell me, what does Healock get for being so generous?

The only commitment we ask the hospital to make

is that you'll use our materials and medications.

Which, of course, we already do. Healock is one of our biggest suppliers.

Yes, but not the only one.

What they're proposing is becoming our sole material supplier.

-Well, that's-- -We'd be forced to accept their pricing.

We would have no leverage to negotiate, even if we wanted to.

Well. Uh…

We'll need some time to better consider your very generous offer.

-Hmm? -Of course.

Hm.

Blanca? Have those results come in yet?

-From this morning? -Yeah.

He tested positive for Aspergillus fumigatus.

Holy fucking shit.

So, uh… how many other Aspergillus cases have there been this month?

Uh…

None. No, it's just your patient for now.

Hmm. Right.

And, uh, has anyone else been readmitted with sepsis or bronchiopulmonary disease?

Fifteen.

Quique, what's going on?

Um…

Nothing… I'm hoping. Of those 15, did any of them have surgery?

Let me check.

Six.

All of them in OR 5.

Right.

Give the Aspergillus patient some voriconazole in an IV

and have him admitted.

Shit.

-Dr. Amaro. -Román.

Why aren't you in the ER?

Because we've got a big problem.

Should I guess, Román?

I think one of the operating rooms,

number 5, may be contaminated with Aspergillus.

I'm sorry?

A few patients have been admitted recently with various infections,

and six of them had surgery in OR 5.

-And they all have Aspergillus? -No. Just the one, for now.

The rest haven't been screened. What if--

So you're saying you have six patients with infections,

but only one confirmed case of Aspergillus?

Yeah.

Patients who, presumably, were immunocompromised

and who may have been infected outside the hospital.

Or in OR 5 if it's contaminated, right?

Román, we employ one of the best disinfection services across all of Spain.

-They do checks weekly. -I know.

If there was any sort of problem, we would know.

But it is possible that OR 5--

While I do appreciate your concern in this,

it would be best if you kept your focus firmly in the ER, where it belongs.

Thanks, May.

We need to do a CAT scan right away. Hm?

-Too much fluid in the body. -Okay, I'll set it up.

When the results come back,

we can decide at that point if we need to operate. Hm?

Eva.

You know you're safe here. You don't have to worry.

Oh, sorry. I'll be back.

Oh, no, it's all right. We're just finishing up now.

I'll help you put your legs down. Here we go.

Her injuries aren't consistent with sexual assault.

-Mm-hmm. -Her pregnancy test came back negative.

Okay. Thank you.

May.

Hello, Eva. How are you feeling?

I'm Dr. Semprún, from psychiatry.

Do you mind if we talk?

Right.

I understand you won't say who did this to you.

-If it was someone you know, then… -It wasn't my partner.

Okay.

But it was someone you know?

Eva, if it was, you should report them.

They almost killed you.

That's what I deserve.

-I wish they had killed me. -Nobody deserves this.

No one.

Not even a killer?

Okay, I'm listening.

Why don't you tell me everything, from the beginning? Is that okay?

So what's going on? Is it abuse?

It's complicated. When she was 19, she was addicted to heroin.

And once, while she was high,

she fell asleep holding a burning cigarette.

Nobody woke her, so it started a fire.

Her little brothers were at home, and they… they were killed.

Oof.

-Horrible. -Shit.

So the aggressor is likely a member of her family, but she won't report them,

because she thinks she deserves the pain and suffering.

-That's tough, fuck. -Here you go.

Lluís, I didn't tell you…

congratulations on your engagement.

Wait… you're engaged?

-My bad. -No.

I'm sorry. I really thought everyone knew.

You're engaged?

You're getting married, and you thought I shouldn't know?

And that's our cue to leave. Wanna grab lunch?

-Mm, yeah. Sure. -Yup. Bye.

I'm sorry.

Isn't this all a bit immature, Lluís? Huh? Hmm? Your plan was to, what? Hmm?

Tell me two or three days before the ceremony?

You know at my age, it takes time to find a dress, right?

You're not invited, Leo.

Excuse me?

The way things have been going with Hugo, I think it's for the best.

I want the kid to enjoy the day and celebrate,

but if you're there, he's not going to.

I hope you understand.

Come on. Almost there.

Almost. Ah, come on, you piece of shit.

Ugh, this is impossible.

-What are you doing? -Stop! Put on a mask!

-What? -Put on a mask, right now.

What's going on?

What are you doing?

I'm trying to get a sample from the ventilation duct.

I think this OR is contaminated with Aspergillus.

And why isn't risk prevention doing it?

Because they don't know.

I just have a feeling, okay?

-A feeling? -Ah, fuck.

Whatever feeling you have, I'm telling Amaro.

No, no, no, no! Don't tell her, okay?

Don't say anything.

Not until I've confirmed whether there's Aspergillus or not.

You can't reach from there.

How much longer, man? My neck's getting sore.

Sorry, Jon. I'm almost… there.

-Hey, listen. -Yeah?

I'm sorry about before too.

Now, Quique? You serious?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

I know I have no right to demand explanations, okay? But…

One minute, we're making out in the locker room,

and the next, your wife is bringing your daughter in.

I freaked out because I didn't know you were a dad.

Or that you were married. Or that you're bi. You are bi, right?

I don't know, man. I don't think that much. Hm? Uh…

It's not like I planned any of this.

I was single, I liked you, and that's that. End of story.

-Almost done? -Yeah.

Got it.

Can you put me down? Please?

Yeah.

-Oh, shit. Uh! -Whoa!

-Ah! -Quique, you're a disaster, man.

-Ow. -You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Don't laugh.

-How can I not laugh? -Someone will catch us.

Jon.

I know it's not an excuse,

but I got scared.

I was so scared.

Look, the truth is… I haven't had much luck with guys lately.

Well, I never have much luck with guys, to be honest, because I…

Look…

I jump in without thinking because I can get so stupid about men,

especially ones who make my life complicated.

Put this back on.

If you're right about the contamination, there's gonna be hell to pay.

This guy…

This is her.

Beautiful.

What do you need?

Anything out of the ordinary about her work.

Colleagues, patients…

Anything.

All I've got to go on are suspicions.

You're still a journalist, right?

All right.

I'll ask around about her, but I'm not promising anything.

Not asking for more.

Thanks a lot, Marcos.

That's it for interviews today. But tomorrow we're doing a round of TV.

Patricia, hey.

Are you listening to me?

Sure.

-You're not listening, are you? -Sorry.

I'm sorry, it's just… My mind is somewhere else.

Is it something to do with our… rabble-rousing doctor?

-Has he called? -Five times, just in the last half hour.

Emilio, don't mess with me. I'm tired. Give me the phone.

Give me my fucking phone.

I don't know what you and Néstor are up to, Patricia, but it's big.

Because for the first time ever since I've known you…

you're hiding something from me.

You're not sleeping with him. You would've told me every filthy detail.

It's about that French doctor, Lafont, isn't it?

-Emilio. -No.

Let me say one thing.

Watch out. Be careful.

Remember that it's because of you that she's at Sorolla.

And if something does come out, it might cost us the whole election.

Fuck. God damn it.

Ah…

I'm looking for Ana María's family?

Ana María Rey Garea?

Óscar! What's wrong? You okay?

-Got a pain in my chest. -Okay, try to stay calm.

-I need you to breathe. -I can't.

Come with me. Everything's okay. Let's take a look at you.

Breathe in. Exhale nice and slow.

Nothing out of the ordinary, Óscar.

-Maybe it's nerves or anxiety, you know? -No, I don't think so.

Since I started lithium, I've been feeling fine. Calm.

Right.

-Because you took something. -Fuck, Quique.

Hey, come on.

You can tell me what you did.

It's just you and me. I get it, I mean, how could I not?

One day, you feel amazing, just on top of the world,

and you forget how fucked up you used to be.

You think to yourself, "Well, I can do one little line, can't I?"

-"I don't wanna clean my house, so I'll--" -Listen, I'm clean. Clean.

And you?

Can you say the same thing?

Ah.

What a spoiled brat, shit.

Your cranial CAT scan came back normal.

So now we're waiting on the abdominal CAT scan.

Can we call someone for you?

-Your family? -No.

They won't see me.

How long has it been since you've spoken?

Years now.

I asked for forgiveness when I got out of prison, but it…

it didn't work.

You were young, Eva, and under the influence of drugs.

You made a mistake, but you deserve a chance to rebuild your life.

You don't know what it's like.

Your own family, they…

they think you're some kind of monster.

-Ah! Ah, ah! -What's going on?

Ah! I dunno, but it hurts. Ah, ah.

May!

-What is it? -Acute abdominal pain.

We've gotta get her into exploratory surgery right now.

-Portable monitor. Let's go! -Come on.

It's okay, Eva.

-Just hold on, all right? -Dr. Santapau, OR 7.

-Thanks. -We've got you.

Call general surgery. We need a surgeon.

She has a large hemoperitoneum.

We have to clean the peritoneal cavity and find the source of the hemorrhage.

Massive transfusion protocol. I'll start with the IV and Gelafundin.

Clamps.

Suction, please. I can't see. We need to find the source of the bleeding.

Electric scalpel, and expand the surgical field.

There we go. A fractured rib has pierced her spleen.

-Should I call general surgery? -No, there's no time.

-Suction. -I have to clamp the ileum. Clamp.

BP's falling, 70 over 40.

She's going into hypovolemic shock. We need to stop the bleeding.

We can't fix her spleen. We have to remove it.

Clamp and holder.

Crash cart. And start cardiac massage.

Come on, Eva.

Checking heart rate.

Shit.

Fuck! Come on, Eva.

Fuck.

Stop, May. May, stop. It's over.

Time of death, 10:05 p.m.

JOAQUÍN SOROLLA HOSPITAL

I heard about Eva.

-Should we go speak with her family? -They won't be here.

No?

I informed them. They said… they don't have a daughter.

They don't care what we do with her body.

Wow.

Listen, Leo, I know we don't talk much anymore, but…

if you ever need a listening ear, I'm here, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Great.

Lluís doesn't want me at his wedding.

So that Hugo can have fun.

Oh, Leo.

I don't want Hugo to feel like Eva did.

I was so furious with him

No, I am.

I'm still mad at him.

At him and at myself.

But at the same time, it kills me to know that he's not doing well.

I… I won't help, or I can't help. I don't know.

Hey.

Don't punish yourself.

It's normal for you to have needed time to process things.

While I was processing, my son's become depressed.

The girl's forgiven him.

The system exonerated him. I'm his mother, but I…

I just don't know.

Leo.

There's no instruction manual for motherhood.

There just isn't.

What if it's too late to fix it?

You wanna know what I think?

When you love someone,

you can always find a… a way to start over with them.

That's what I like to believe.

Hey.

Oh, I've missed you so much.

Me too.

Néstor?

-What are you doing here? -I got a call from Sophie.

-Yeah, same with me. -What the hell is that woman up to now?

Wonderful, they're here.

I can't keep working in an atmosphere of mistrust.

We need to find a way to move forward.

I think there's only one way for me to prove my innocence to you both.

You had time to falsify another CAT scan?

I had something else in mind.

If you'd come with me.

Oh, shit.

I understand this might be unpleasant, but you've left me with no other option.

-So? I'm not a doctor. What do you see? -There's almost no trace of cancer.

That's impossible, Biel. This result isn't real.

-There's some kind of mistake. -There's no mistake.

This should clear everything up.

Even if it meant dragging the poor kid out of the morgue

and putting him on a table for you.

I don't know how you did it, but these results are a lie.

-Patricia, you know what we saw. -Néstor.

Based on what I saw, something is very wrong. This isn't real.

-Néstor. -Scan him again.

I'll talk to whoever I fucking need to to get that scan again.

Néstor, stop. Fuck.

You're so damn fixated on being right here

that you can't even admit that you're wrong.

-No, I am right. -Are you serious?

The evidence is there, right in front of you.

-No, Patricia. No. -He's dead, dammit.

This ends here.

I'm not very good at apologizing, but I am so sorry. I was wrong.

I'm putting an end to this nonsense once and for all.

-Patricia. -No.

No.

Pilar, it's clear. Just look at the results of the test.

It confirms the presence of Aspergillus.

How did you get these results though?

You know what? Never mind.

We have to close that operating room immediately.

Oh, it's in use right now. We have to warn them.

Let's go.

What happened to our inspection service? How is it possible they didn't catch this?

You've been outsourcing the cleaning of our operating rooms?

Enough. I can't talk right now, but when I'm done here,

you better have a damn good explanation, Nicolás.

Everyone, I need your attention, please.

This OR has been contaminated with Aspergillus.

Suture the patient immediately and leave as soon as you can.

Pilar, we're in the middle of hernia surgery. We can't suture yet.

I understand, just… finish up as quickly as you can and leave.

But if we stay, we could be infected too.

We better get in there.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

I'll take care of the operation.

-By yourself? -I just need the anesthetist.

No, I can't stay here.

I'm on azathioprine for Crohn's. I'm immunocompromised.

-Pilar, I can stay. -Me too.

-What are you doing? -You need an anesthetist, don't you?

All right. Double up on masks.

Keep an eye on the vitals while I get changed.

Let's go.

Doctor.

Can you help my mother, Doctor?

She's feeling really bad.

Please.

-N… -Doctor.

No. N… N…

-No. No, I can't. I'm sorry. -Doctor?

-I can't. I can't. -Doctor.

Rocío?

Rocío!

Rocío, what's wrong?

-What is it? -I can't do it.

-I can't do it. -Come on, you're okay.

I'm here. It's okay. It's okay. I'm right here.

I've got you.

Rocío, you're having a panic attack. Your pulse is racing. Breathe.

I need you to breathe, okay? Concentrate on your breathing. Follow me.

Deep breath in.

-I can't. -It's okay, you can do it. In… Okay?

Stay with me. It's okay.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

That's it.

No.

That's it, honey. Tell me what's wrong. What is it?

-No, I screwed everything up, May. -No, no. No, no, don't say that.

-You needed me, and I wasn't there! -No.

I'm always exhausted.

And all we do is argue, May. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I--

I can't do this. I can't take it. I'm losing my mind.

-It's okay. I'm here. Rocío. It's okay. -I'm fucked up, May. I'm losing my mind.

Rocío, look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

I'm here. Just breathe.

I'm right here.

I'm here with you.

Whatever it is,

we're gonna be okay. We're gonna get past it.

Okay? Together.

Promise?

Really?

Just breathe. I'm here.

It's gonna be okay.

Everything's okay now.

What?

Wait for me after your shift?

-Why? -So I can go home with you.

I'd like to see Hugo.

If he wants to.

Fine.

Fine.

Hey, man. Long time no see.

Yeah, see you at the game.

-Sure. Thanks again. -Marcos!

Okay. Talk to you later.

Hey, man.

I've been looking for you.

I got news about your French doctor.

That won't be necessary. I… made a mistake about her.

So you're saying you don't wanna know what I found out?

Because I managed to contact some of her ex-patients.

-And? -They didn't have much to say.

Because most of them are dead.