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[man] Biel.

Biel? Wake up.

[breathes heavily]

[man] Biel?

Biel, come on, man.

- Biel. - [Biel moans]

- Come on. Wake up. - [Biel moans]

- [moans] - Dude, you should be in the OR now.

They're operating on her.

- What? - [man] Get moving.

- They are? - [man] Yeah.

- They're doing it now? - [man] Yes.

[sirens sound]

No! Shit, there won't be enough time!

[tense music playing]

ENOUGH! STRIKE NOW

MURDERERS

SURGICAL AREA

- Sorry. - Where have you been?

Sorry. I didn't realize we were going ahead.

Can we focus?

[machine beeping]

Scalpel.

Nice job, everyone. These are looking great.

Put them up in the halls when you're done.

Can you distribute these pamphlets outside?

[tense music playing]

I can feel more tumor mass. It's worse than the CAT scan showed.

Damn.

It's 23:51.

Can you tell your resident to stop announcing the time?

We all know how to read a clock.

We'll need to keep her under anesthesia for at least two more hours.

No, leave it here.

Stitch her up and we'll figure out a plan.

What's there to figure out?

Will you explain to your boss what we do in these cases?

- Well... - Leave him out. This is between us, Pilar.

[Pilar] Between us?

I thought we were trying to save your patient's life or was I mistaken?

This isn't about our war, Néstor.

It was your call to operate this late at night.

And you said the operation was urgent.

How should we proceed?

I mean... Under normal circumstances, we would remove the cancerous tissue.

Under normal circumstances?

And these aren't normal circumstances?

Show care for healthcare! Show care for healthcare!

[reporter] I'm outside the Joaquin Sorolla Public Hospital in Valencia

where an unprecedented stoppage of services will take place at midnight.

And what are the implications of this decision?

We sometimes need to take drastic measures in order to save lives.

That is the aim of our strike today.

Public health's on life support and we are losing patience!

Public health's on life support and we are losing patience!

- [machines beep] - [tense music playing]

[clock beeps]

STRIKE

It's midnight.

The strike's started.

- Let's stitch her up and go. - No one's going anywhere.

We're finishing the operation.

Doctor Moa, what do we do?

We continue the work.

Pilar, we've been operating too long.

Her system can't take it anymore.

I see. You wanna stop operating because she can't take anymore.

And definitely not because of your ridiculous strike.

I'm staying. Who's staying with me?

Newbie, don't forget you took an oath.

One that your mentor seems to have forgotten.

The life of the patient comes before everything else.

We are doctors. We save lives.

Politics don't belong in the OR.

Are you in or out?

[eerie music playing]

[heartbeat sounds]

BREATHLESS

[heartbeat continues to sound]

TWO MONTHS EARLIER

["Time to Pretend" by MGMT playing]

♪ I'm feelin' rough, I'm feelin' raw ♪

♪ I'm in the prime of my life ♪

♪ Let's make some music, make some money ♪

♪ Find some models for wives ♪

♪ I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin ♪

♪ And fuck with the stars ♪

It was good bumping into you, Doctor.

- Have a great day. - Chao.

♪ You man the island and the cocaine ♪

♪ And the elegant cars ♪

Two kilos of the big one. Nice.

Ramiro!

Good morning!

How's the dory? Is it fresh?

If you listen close, it's still breathing.

- Where's Rosa? I don't trust you. - [seller] Rosa!

The doc doesn't believe our fish is fresh! Can you believe it?

Morning, Doctor Moa.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm Biel, your resident.

Ah, yes. Of course. How are you?

Everything okay?

Wanna give me a hand?

Yeah.

[Rosa] Hello, Doctor.

- How are you, Rosa? - Very well. Uh...

- Doctor, how can I help you then? - What have you got for me?

Did you ask him to come down here?

Don't be angry with him, the guy loves you.

Mind if I take a look?

- There's nothing to see. - Just to be sure.

- Are you feeling tired? - [Rosa] No more than usual.

We're working all the time. What do you expect?

Next time you have a minute, come down to the hospital.

My resident will fit you in, won't he?

[Rosa] Well, thanks very much.

Why don't we get a head start now?

Know how to take blood?

I do. I uh... I spent a summer in Sudan doing blood tests.

Perfect, then.

Why don't you head back there? Roll up your sleeve.

You won the lottery.

You get to spend some time with this good-looking guy!

He is handsome, yes. [laughs]

So, do you like snapper?

[emergency vehicle siren sounds]

JOAQUIN SOROLLA HOSPITAL

What's up, fam? I'm still here with no end in sight.

It's been 22 hours and I'm not done

but I'll tell you all about it when I escape.

Sending love. Stand up for healthcare!

Don't let them catch you with those bubbles, Rodri.

What? I can't just give up on my brand.

It's what the people want.

And besides, don't you think this hospital could use some cheering up?

[scoffs]

You know, the way you obsess,

I can't tell if he's your hero or if you're just crushin'.

You talking about Moa? He's obviously crushing.

- Go to your own change room. - Got any toilet paper?

- Yeah. - The womens' is out.

[laughs]

Lookie here.

Check him out.

With his public healthcare badge.

- Yeah. What's wrong with that? - Nothing.

We could all learn something from him.

Don't kiss his ass. He doesn't even know your name, Biel.

[alert sounds]

- We should go. - Traffic accident.

Scoot! Let's go!

[tense music playing]

[machines beeping]

[indistinct chatter]

- Behind! - Excuse me!

We have four injured in a traffic accident,

one of them pregnant.

She's in bay 11 and your attending is there.

- I'm on it. - Biel, get the report from 18.

- I'll be with you. - Okay.

Rodri, come with me.

[indistinct chatter continues]

Hey, don't forget more gauze!

Blanca, where are the attendings?

You'll be fine.

We've had way worse than this.

Don't look at me.

- [doctor] The organs sustained no damage. - [woman] Really?

The heartbeat... Heartbeats, rather... are strong.

[woman] You're sure?

You'll have three perfectly healthy little ones.

You're also having one, aren't you?

[scoffs]

Yes. She'll have to leave her residency early and stop work.

- Hm. - Such impeccable timing.

Well done, getting pregnant.

Did you hear something?

Must have been the wind.

The patient's contusion is severe.

The seatbelt helped but she may have intercostal fractures.

She was anxious so I administered a Lorazepam.

Thanks.

[Biel] Morning.

- Could you take off your shades for me? - Sorry?

Your sunglasses, if you don't mind.

She doesn't want anybody to recognize her in here. Because she's...

You know, I can hear you.

Patricia Segura.

I can hear everything you're saying, I'm right here.

[Biel] Patricia?

It's Biel. Biel de Felipe.

Oh my God, it's really you. Biel. What are you doing here?

- I'm practicing medicine, now, finally. - In a public hospital. [laughs]

I'm sorry. [laughs]

But it's almost as funny as me being here.

I tried to go, well... you were closest, apparently.

They brought me here even though I wanted to go private.

I tried bribing the um... uh... the ambulance drivers.

You look handsome.

You've always been handsome.

You have always been handsome.

Very handsome.

- A little more today. - Well, thanks.

You'll leave us?

I'm sorry.

- May I examine you? - [Patricia] Of course.

Examine away.

- Mm. - Okay...

Does that hurt?

[groans]

What happened?

I couldn't say. It was a very big night out.

There was another car, I think.

I'm still processing it. How's your father?

He's good. He's alright.

He was the best boss I've ever had in my life.

The best boss on all of planet Earth.

- Do you mind if I pull this down a bit? - This?

Nah.

That's not necessary.

Go on, you're a doctor. Touch me.

I'm so embarrassed.

It's okay. Everything's fine.

- No, I'm so sorry, I'm still... The nurse... - I know. It's okay.

She gave me something to... I don't know, some sort of pill.

Who knows what she gave me? Could've been anything.

Patricia. Do you self examine?

- Beg your pardon? - [Biel] No.

It's... You have a lump.

Another here.

Let me go and I'll get Doctor Moa.

Who's that?

Uh... He's the best oncologist we have.

Wait, no. Hold on a minute. An oncologist? For what?

[indistinct chatter]

Shh... It's okay. Come on, baby.

Can you take a look at her?

Excuse me. Could you help us?

No, sorry. You'll have to wait.

I'ts okay, baby.

You'll be fine. [sighs]

You're okay.

Sing a song while you wash your hands.

Cough into your arm, not the air.

Excuse me! Can you take a look at my daughter?

- She's having trouble breathing! - Yeah, sure.

But did the triage nurse send you back here?

No. I couldn't wait any longer! We were out there for hours!

- Okay. - My daughter can't breathe.

- Calm down. - Do you get it?

There are people out there waiting and you're just here making videos!

- Ma'am, my shift is done. - She can't breathe!

- Don't worry. - You have to help me!

If I could have a moment. Please. He's my resident.

I asked him to make that video for a child who has cancer.

- Isn't that right, Doctor? - [woman] Oh.

- Yeah. - Excuse me.

- Doctor, you're needed in bay 10. - Be right there.

I'm begging you. Just give us a minute of your time. It won't take long.

- Doctor, please. - Give me just a second.

- Doctor, do something! - I won't be long. Excuse me.

- Take a look at her. - What? But I'm not a pediatrician.

If we wait for a pediatrician, she'll file a complaint against you.

Take care of this. Then we'll talk about the video.

And Mom and Dad wanna hear from you. Give them a call.

I know you're ignoring them and I can't keep making excuses for you.

[woman] It's okay, honey. Just take a breath with me.

- Bay 10, yeah? - Yeah.

Where are you taking those towels?

Soon we'll be asking patients to bring their own in.

No... That's how it'll be pretty soon. Bring your own bedding.

How long has she been having trouble breathing?

[woman] About a week now.

I've been giving her Ventolin but it doesn't make it any better.

Have there been any major changes at school?

- She might be worried. - Excuse me?

- Anxiety plays a role... - If I'm asked one more time

if my eight-year-old girl has anxiety or if she's imagining all this,

- I don't know what I'll do! - Right. Well, uh...

Why don't we rule out uh... asthma and allergies?

- How much has she been eating recently? - Not much.

And uh... Has your daughter always had trouble eating?

What are you saying?

I can see symptoms of malnutrition

and that can affect the immune system in different ways.

So now I'm mistreating my child?

- Sorry? - [woman] That's it?

You think I'm abusing my girl?

So this is my fault? I'm a bad mother?

Please, Doctor, listen to what I'm telling you!

She has pain in her chest!

Ma'am, please. In order to diagnose her, I need all the information.

Um... How much does she eat? And... what?

Does she eat dairy? Protein?

Unbelievable. I bring my child in for help and all you can do is insult me?

That's not what I'm doing. From what I can see,

I recommend keeping her on Ventolin.

Well, thanks a lot, Doctor, for nothing.

- Ma'am, I... - That's just great.

A whole day wasted, and my daughter still can't breathe!

- Take this. - [woman] No, thanks!

We'll find someone who can take us seriously.

[sighs]

[siren sounds]

[paramedic] His vitals are very low. He's not responding.

Did you warn the hospital we're coming?

What did you take?

We're losing him, let's go!

[emergency vehicle siren sounds]

Alright, let's go!

Marta, when we get in, we'll need a path cleared.

Doctor, I have them.

[tense music playing]

- [grunts] - Come on! Let's go!

Move!

Let's move it.

You wanna help me?

Let's move, let's move, let's move it!

Out of the way.

- What happened? - [paramedic] BP 70 over 40, Glasgow 7.

- He was taking drugs with him. - No. Come on.

[nurse] Take him into Resus. What were you taking? Heroin?

- Uh... GHB. GHB. - [nurse] Great.

Another party boy DOA.

None of you know how fucking dangerous that drug is!

Your face looks familiar. You a resident here?

- Uh... - Hey? Hello?

What's the matter, you don't wanna tell me?

Quique.

Why are you here? You're not on duty tonight. Everything okay?

[sighs]

Yeah, you're right. I work here. I'm a first-year resident.

I shouldn't be here now. I'm gonna go.

Not a fuckin' chance. You can stay and help. I'll get the FAST.

What's up with your eyes? Huh? You're high as a fucking kite.

[machine beeping intermittently]

[continuous beep]

He's in cardiac arrest.

- Rocío, code blue! - Uh... Give him adrenaline, 1mg.

1 milligram adrenaline going in now.

[continuous beep continues]

[Rocío] What's going on?

I gave him 1 mg of adrenaline but no reaction.

Adrenaline? Why? This is a ventricular fibrillation.

Gel, now.

[continuous beep continues]

- Charge it. 300. - [Blanca] Charged.

Everybody get clear!

[breathes heavily]

[machine beeps intermittently]

Go sleep it off, kid.

And we'll pretend you were never here.

[intermittent beeping continues]

Promise me I won't suffer too much.

You do what you have to do.

When things get bad, inject me with something strong.

And the law can go to hell.

Morphine or whatever else. Otherwise, I'll find myself some heroin.

Rosa.

You'll receive the best palliative care.

I promise.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Wow. You look awful. What's wrong? - [woman] Well...

If it's because Oncology's coffee machine is broken, ours isn't working either.

There's more than a coffee machine broken in this place.

I just declared a patient terminal

because she wasn't given an appointment in time.

[documents slam on desk]

Everyone here was overwhelmed during the pandemic, sure.

I lost 30 percent of my oncology patients

because they were afraid to set foot in a hospital. But what's our excuse now?

Huh?

Why are we letting patients who should have years ahead of them die?

Don't be so dramatic, you're exaggerating.

- He's not being dramatic. - Come on.

I mean, just look at them, Pilar.

- How many on-call days this month? - At least they're getting paid.

Not nearly enough, which is why they do overtime. You know that.

- I get it. - [doctor] Yes.

Everything's going to hell, you are right! Bravo.

People have been complaining about the health system for ages.

And how do we respond?

By caring for them, by curing them, by saving their lives when we can.

They're killing our public health system. That is a fact.

They'll succeed unless we stop them, Pilar...

Unless we say, "Enough," they're going to bury us.

How are you planning to fight this?

Maybe calling an indefinite strike would get their attention.

Show them what a country without doctors looks like.

- Are you serious? - [Néstor] Yes.

Past strikes never worked

because we're forced to continue offering minimum services.

Didn't feel like anyone was striking.

Well, then maybe what we should agree to do

is go on strike and ignore the minimum service requirements.

Surely you are not serious, Néstor.

Go ask anyone here why that's not possible.

Go on. Ask one of the new guys.

- [door opens] - [Biel] Doctor Moa, do you have a moment?

Doctor Moa will be right with you. First, just humor me, would you?

Why would we never call for a total strike?

- Uh... - Allow me to tell you. Hm?

It boils down to two reasons.

Number one, because while it is generally understood

that doctors are selfless creatures who help people in need,

in reality, we are all individualists and we are narcissists.

We look out for ourselves.

And second, because if we force the issue of a strike,

that means we are choosing to let patients die.

And that's something no doctor can tolerate.

Because we swore an oath.

The lives of our patients matter above all else.

- And especially above politics. - [phone ringing]

That is why we won't strike.

[gynecologist] That's exactly why we should.

Hello?

Yes, this is Oscar's mother.

What?

Which hospital?

My son is here?

[indistinct chatter]

[shouting]

[machine beeping]

What happened to him?

We've run all the tests and I promise, as soon as the results come in,

I'll be sure to tell you.

But, Pilar...

We've established it was an overdose.

What?

No.

No, that's impossible.

Who brought him in? Where was he?

He came by ambulance. We're not sure where from.

I wanna talk to the paramedics.

I wanna know where they picked him up. I wanna know how this happened. Now.

What do you see here?

I see a tumor mass.

Could it be benign? Like, fine calcifications?

We'll have to do a biopsy

but from what I see, we shouldn't be optimistic.

- Damn it. - [Néstor] What is it?

Nothing. Just... I know her.

- She's a friend. - I see.

[Biel] Well, a friend of the family.

- Patricia Segura. Yeah. - [Biel] Yeah, that's her.

Could we please be discreet about it?

Why are you friends with the president of the Valencian Government?

Huh?

Why is she at a public hospital when she wants to end us?

Never mind.

We need to run more tests. Mm?

Now.

[phone ringing]

[door opens]

[door slams shut]

Good day, Ms. Segura. I'm Doctor Moa. How you doing?

Well. If you'd told me yesterday, when I was with my friends,

that in 24 hours I'd be waiting to find out whether I have cancer,

[laughs] I would've laughed at you.

It's a lot to take in, yes.

But at least this is a silver lining to your accident,

because if it is cancer, we're catching it early.

Right, well...

Don't take this the wrong way, but...

I'd feel much more comfortable at the Santa Ana

with familiar faces.

Aren't I a familiar face?

Don't take it personally, Biel. [scoffs]

Lie back.

Doctor Moa is one of the best oncologists in Europe.

Santa Ana is a good hospital but, if your situation worsens,

they'll send you here. It's what private hospitals do.

Right. Well...

Ow.

Don't be taken in by leftist propaganda so easily.

Those beliefs will poison your mind.

I have the best insurance. And every time I visit I feel like a celebrity.

And besides, it's not like it's that serious, is it? Hm?

- [Néstor] Biel. Why don't you do it? - Oh, God...

- You're gonna feel a pinch in a second. - Mm.

It's nothing, don't worry.

- [Néstor] No, it's going to hurt. - Mm?

It's better the patient always knows the whole truth.

That way, when you feel the pain, you know it's normal.

You'll always tell me the truth?

If I only had months to live, would you tell me?

We should probably wait and see what the biopsy tells us. Mm?

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

[faint pop music playing]

[door unlocks and opens]

- I'm home! - [Román] Hey!

- Where are you? - [Román] On the terrace. Get out here!

- Brought supplies. - [Román] Hey!

Nice!

- What's up? - We're good.

Man. The last few days have been fucking brutal.

I smell like a barn.

And my sister thinks I'm the worst doctor in the world. I mean...

she doesn't think I'm a real doctor.

Relax... Rodri, you're still learning. That's part of the deal.

Mm. You missed the mess with Doctor Amaro and her son today.

[Biel] Did we?

Yeah. He got brought in... high as balls, man.

She was freaking out in the E.R...

- [bottles clatter] - [sighs]

[Biel] Quique, you good in there? Shit, what a mess. I hope the kid's okay.

Hey, Rodri, what was that?

- What was his name? - Who, the kid?

- Yeah. - No idea.

But his mom was absolutely hysterical.

She was going on about how she'd kill whoever gave him the drugs.

[sniffs] She was devastated.

[doctor] I mean, obviously.

What's up with you?

Yeah, what is it?

Listen to me. This stays between us, okay?

I brought him to the hospital.

We were at a chemsex party together, right? And he got super fucked up.

[doctor laughs]

And then, Rocío saw us come in together. If she tells his mom, I'm fucked.

I really can't believe you gay guys. Torpedoing your career for dick.

Is this an interrogation? Isn't it past your bedtime?

- I'm not about to miss this train wreck. - I heard he was high on everything.

Is that true?

Um... Well...

He had GHB, speed, cocaine, 2C, poppers, uh... crystal, MDMA...

- Oh my God... - And more than a few cocks.

Mmm. Including yours, I bet.

Bet you didn't even use a condom.

Hey. I'm on PrEP.

Oh, great. And we all know that PrEP prevents hepatitis, syphilis, gonorrhea...

Hey, did he get tested for STIs? He boned a lot of dudes.

Rodri, don't fuck around. Gonorrhea doesn't put someone in a coma.

No, hepatitis could.

- It's true. - It could be affecting his liver.

I hate to say it but Rodri could be right.

Hm? See, you're not a bad doctor after all.

Quique, you're gonna have to come clean sooner or later.

Dammit. My life is fucked.

[Biel] Honestly, guys, I think I'm done studying.

Anyone wanna grab a drink at the karaoke bar?

["Fiebre (Prod. King DouDou)" [by Bad Gyal playing]

[cheering]

[heavy breathing]

[moaning]

[moaning intensifies]

[cheering]

You were really going at my neck. You didn't give me a hickey, did you?

[scoffs] So what if I did?

Well, my boyfriend wouldn't be too happy.

I didn't know you had a boyfriend.

[opens door]

Well, when I drink, I forget.

Mm.

Ah...

How's Rodri doing?

I'm worried about him.

I don't think he can handle the pressure.

Well, he's good with his patients.

And today, he proved he's got a good head on his shoulders.

It would mean a lot to Rodri to know you believed in him.

It's not like he has to be a carbon copy of you to succeed, right?

Mhm.

[tense music playing]

[music turns ominous]

[phone ringing]

Hello? Dr. Amaro speaking.

Yes, he's stable now.

I'll be right there.

[indistinct chatter]

- These are urgent. - [nurse] Okay.

Don't enter them into the system, give me the results.

- Román. - [nurse] Okay.

- Why you still here so late? - Oh, I'm actually early.

I wanted to come in before my shift and uh... go over a few cases.

'Cause, y'know... The early bird... gets the worm.

I have no interest in catching worms, Román.

I've been after a snake since yesterday.

[Román] Doctor.

I'm sure your son is gonna be alright.

Yes, I know.

I'm making sure of it.

[door opens]

[ambulance sirens sound]

Sorry! Excuse me! Sorry.

[indistinct chatter]

Holy shit. We're never going out on a weeknight again.

Try and grab something for the hangover, okay?

You're in charge of charming the nurses for some meds.

- Morning, boys. - Oh, hey.

- Morning. - Looks like someone had a good night!

Yeah.

Hashtag resign now. Hashtag drunken president.

Hashtag too fast, too furious. Nice one.

Hashtag resign now. Hashtag resign now.

- Hashtag not my president. - Emilio, that's enough.

We heard you.

How did they know I'd been drinking? Huh?

Did the police leak the report to the press?

Ah. I bet it was... the hospital.

Mark my words, they'll pay for this.

What sort of blood-alcohol content are we talking about?

Even two beers would be enough. Right?

Mm.

[Emilio] Good. Well, then.

How do we spin this? Anyone? Ideas, please.

Will you put the croissant down? We're not here for brunch.

Patricia? Patricia.

Patricia, are you with us?

- Yes. - [Emilio] Good.

Now, listen. Nothing goes out without my approval, understood?

You all have contacts, which is fine,

but for newspapers and television, it goes through me.

People have been leaving me out of the loop.

We have a number of options

but I'd recommend we pursue aggressive treatment.

We start with chemotherapy to reduce the size of the tumor.

And well, if that works, surgery.

Am I dying, Biel?

We managed to catch it in time.

I don't believe this, at Santa Ana I'd be in surgery tomorrow.

[Néstor] Then go there.

Nobody's stopping you from getting a second opinion.

Hm? Especially if you can pay.

Absolutely unbelievable. [sighs]

Patricia.

Trust me when I tell you

your very best chance is sticking with Doctor Moa.

[sighs]

- [scoffs] - [shuts door]

[emergency vehicle siren sounds]

[reporter 1] Madam President!

[reporter 2] Madam President!

[reporter 1] Madam President! Madam President!

[indistinct chatter]

[camera shutters clicking]

[reporter 1] Madam President, a quick question.

[reporter 3] Rumors say you drove under the influence.

Do you deny it?

[reporter 2] Madam President! Madam President,

can you tell us why you were here at Sorolla hospital?

We have no comment, the president needs to get some rest. Thank you.

- [reporter 3] One more question. - I'm sorry.

I'll answer one question.

I uh... Well, first and foremost, thank you for being here.

I...

I know you've all heard about the accident and... and I'm fine.

But while... Mm.

I was being examined for any further injuries. Uh...

They detected a lump.

A small one. A small lump in my breast.

- A tumor? - Yes. A tumor.

[reporter 3] I hope your treatment is brief, Ma'am.

[reporter 4] Will you be treated here at Sorolla Hospital?

[reporter 3] Can you continue your duties?

Yes, the doctors have informed me that we caught it in time,

which is important. It is.

But I imagine I'll have to undergo several procedures.

Including some sessions of chemotherapy.

And um... surgery, as well.

It will be hard.

And yet it's nothing compared to what other women have suffered.

In spending time at this hospital,

I have been fortunate to observe first-hand

the many ways in which our government's initiatives

in prevention have borne fruit.

Today I want to encourage women to get themselves screened.

Because prevention saves lives.

We should be proud of our public healthcare system.

And of all our hospitals here in Valencia.

Leaders in technology in Spain and in Europe.

I've seen the public system at work. And it's better than ever.

Mm? Despite all of the naysaying and criticism,

it's working well, so I encourage all women to get themselves screened.

Excuse me. I'm sorry, Madam President. Sorry.

Ah! This is Doctor Moa.

- Excuse me, sir. - My oncologist.

- I'm sure he'd like to share my diagnosis. - No. No.

- [reporter 2] Sir? - I'm here to ask those women

who have been listening to the President's message...

not to come and ask to be screened.

And I hate to say it because it's true that prevention can save lives.

But we're completely overwhelmed. We don't have the capacity right now.

I wish we did.

But this is the healthcare system that we've been saddled with.

Prevention may save lives but we can't act on it.

- I'm sorry. - Thank you, Doctor.

How serious is her condition?

[indistinct chatter]

No more questions.

Madame President!

- [man] It's okay. - Wait, sorry. Hey! What is it?

Eight-year-old girl, thoracic pain, difficulty breathing.

She was dying. She couldn't breathe and I didn't know what to do.

She wanted the doctor from the videos.

That's you, right?

- Her O2 sat is very low, Doctor. - Take her to Bay 4, now.

Call Doctor Donoso too.

[machine whirring]

[Jésica] Look at her left lung.

Why didn't you do a chest X-ray?

Because her mother took her away

- before the exam was over. - [Jésica] What?

She was demanding a physician.

Rodri, I'm not sure what happened

but you have the absolute worst poker face I've ever seen.

[sighs]

If you want people to take you seriously,

behave like a fucking professional, please.

Maybe less social media and more proactivity.

[machine buzzing]

Fine. Review the info we have. What should we do here?

Right.

Well...

Uh... Considering her symptoms and the results of the scan...

I'm tempted to go with cystic fibrosis.

We'll have to administer more tests.

A sweat test for starters and a genetic one.

She also has a pneumothorax.

She needs to have a tube fitted. She has to go to the OR first.

We deal with the rest later. Inform the mother.

Make sure you get her consent and we can get this done today.

We have to move fast. Just make it happen.

- [doctor] I appreciate what you said. - Thank you.

Nerea.

- [nurse 1] That was an incredible speech. - [nurse 2] You sure made your point.

- I only hope it helps. - [nurse 1] Sure.

Ah. The golden boy.

You're quite the hero of the hour. Everybody loves you.

But if you run into my ex, you're a dead man.

Mm.

- Néstor. - Well, well, speak of the devil.

What exactly are you doing?

I expect this nonsense from the new kids but certainly not from you.

Calm down, it's really not that big a deal.

Leo, no.

Know what you've set off?

My phone's been ringing nonstop thanks to you.

You've hung the whole hospital out to dry with your stunt.

And as for your precious career, listen,

I would fire you this very second if I could.

But no, you don't give a shit. You'd love to go out in a blaze of glory.

The president doesn't even want to be treated at this hospital anymore.

- She never wanted to be treated here. - Get out there and get her back.

Your pride and your ego have put us all in jeopardy. Jobs are on the line.

Especially yours, right?

Now that you've succeeded in your campaign for hospital manager this looks... bad.

- Don't even go there. - Mm?

Look. You know the saddest thing about this?

If that woman were going to have even a chance of surviving,

she'd have you as her doctor.

But look at you, you ran your big mouth

and now you've condemned the president to death.

[emergency vehicle siren sounds]

NAF SALUD ONCOLOGY HOSPITAL

[doorbell rings]

[sighs]

Patricia, hi. Um... You mind if I come in?

Mm... Yes, just a moment.

- [device beeps] - Thanks.

Biel, I wasn't expecting you.

[Biel] I brought someone. Don't be mad.

Just listen, please.

That man is not my doctor. I don't have to listen to him.

Patricia, I get it.

You don't want him to be your doctor after what he did to you.

But at least listen to what he has to say.

He's going to listen to me.

[sighs] It's not what your boss did.

I don't care that you hung me out to dry. That's fine.

I work in politics. I'm used to that.

It's that you saw me when I was at my most vulnerable

and despite that, you threw me to the lions like I was nothing.

Huh?

So... How can I trust you now?

How can I know you'll be there for me?

That you're a doctor first and not a unionist?

[Biel] Patricia, his patients are his top priority, I swear.

Can you promise me, for as long as I'm in your care,

your priority will be my health, Doctor?

I promise.

I don't believe you.

Close the door on your way out, Biel.

[sighs]

[inhales deeply]

[sighs]

How is she?

- You've called your mom? - She hasn't called me back yet.

Her phone's probably on silent at work.

Why don't we call her work? Do you know where it is?

Uh... She works at a bar and she cleans houses.

But she's always somewhere different, you know?

[sighs]

She's really sick. The operation will make her better?

Yeah. Yes.

But we need express permission from a parent before we can operate.

If we don't get it, we can't proceed.

Okay?

[knock on door]

The surgery is in two hours. Do we have authorization from the parents?

- Well, we... - Yeah, my mom's.

We have her signature.

[Jésica] Okay. That's great.

You wanna help with the operation?

Yeah, I'd like that.

Are you nuts? You think you're smart?

I can copy Mom's signature perfectly. Chill out.

No! You're gonna find her and get her to sign before then.

I know Mom would want her to have the operation. Okay?

[sighs]

Unless we do it now, the girl's going to die.

You're sure the mom would consent to the operation?

Of course she would! No?

I mean... what would you do? Proceed with it?

- I don't know, man. - She needs this operation.

What's that?

Test results for Amaro's son.

This stays between us.

Shit, he's positive for everything.

Gonorrhea, hepatitis, HIV...

- And you fucked without protection? - [Rodri] Let me see.

[Román] That's not the point.

The issue is these diseases don't match his symptoms at all.

The hepatitis isn't affecting his liver yet.

Mm.

What if it's not the STDs?

You said he fainted, that he smacked his head on the floor?

Uh... Maybe he has a brain bleed? Have you done a CAT scan?

[ambulance siren sounds]

Hm.

[machine whirs and buzzes]

There's a hemorrhage.

Yes, it's a hemorrhage.

What if that's what put him in the coma?

- [machine beeping] - It could be.

Hypertension and bradycardia. Get the neurosurgeon now!

[nurse] Let's go! Come on! Hurry! Out of the way!

Yes. Yes, please.

[nurse] Let's move, go!

Oscar.

- What happened? - The CAT scan shows a hematoma.

Who ordered the CAT scan?

He needs a craniotomy to relieve the pressure.

Get me Doctor Donoso.

Come on! Let's go, go, go!

Alright.

All done.

Doctor Donoso, are you finished? You're needed in OR 4.

- Right now? - It's for Doctor Amaro's son.

Please, it's urgent.

[machine beeping]

Coming.

Take this.

She needs a tube fitted and stitch her up. Can you do that?

- Can you do it? - Yeah.

Good.

[sighs]

[uneasy music playing]

Kidney tray, please.

Jésica, I want you to assist Doctor Castano.

- What's going on? - Subdural hematoma.

We have to start now. Every minute counts.

Please, he's my son.

[surgeon] Scalpel.

Kocher forceps.

[uneasy music continues]

Gauze.

He's bleeding heavily.

- Is his INR in range? - Yes. 0.9.

- Are you sure? - Yes, Doctor.

Is everything alright?

More gauze.

[heavy breathing]

I'll mark, you cut.

[machine beeping]

Don't take too long. Her blood pressure's dropping.

[blood squirts out]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Uh...

What's happening, Doctor? Doctor?

Gauze! Get me gauze, now!

[machine whirs]

Forceps, tray, and saline irrigation.

What? [breathes shakily]

[machine beeps at an increasing speed]

We have to stop this!

- Uh... - [anesthetist] She's not stable.

- She's not stable. - She needs a thoracotomy.

Give me the scalpel.

- [machine beeps at speed] - [grunts]

I can't see...

God, I... I can't do it!

Gauze.

[music intensifies]

[machine beeping]

He's bleeding a lot.

Scalpel 22.

[machine beeps faster]

Suction.

The hemorrhage is dropping his blood pressure.

Starting noradrenaline pump.

Jésica?

There's so much blood.

[beeping gets even faster]

More gauze! We need more!

She's losing a lot of blood!

- What do I do? What do I do? - We're losing her!

[breathes nervously]

Rodrigo! Rodrigo! Come on!

I don't think I can maintain him like this for long.

[intense music continues]

- Finished. - We can't stitch him up yet,

he's losing a lot of blood.

We have to close the wound.

- We'll both do it at the same time. - What?

Two needle holders with 4-0 absorbable suture thread

and two Adson non-toothed forceps.

We each take a side.

Doctor, we're losing her!

What do I do? I don't know what to do.

Call my sister. Call Doctor Donoso!

- She's in cardiac arrest. - Performing CPR.

[machine beeps continuously]

Oh my God! Oh my God.

Someone cover the wound! Hurry, Emi! Uh...

Doctor Donoso. Your brother needs you.

Someone else can go. You're staying here.

Jésica.

Come on. Come on! Come on! Come on!

Dammit, come on!

No, no, no!

- No, no, please, no! Please, no! - She's gone, Rodrigo.

- Please, no. - She's gone.

- Come on. - Gotta call it.

[machine beeping intermittently]

[sighs] He's stabilizing.

[sighs]

Thank you.

- [machine beeps continuously] - [sighs]

[pants]

[machines buzz and beep and whir]

What do I do?

[somber music playing]

[breathes heavily]

[yells]

[sobs]

[yells]

[somber music playing]