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Where am I?

You're in the ICU.

You suffered from hepatic encephalopathy.

It made you delirious.

Do you remember anything?

Why am I on a dialysis machine?

It was impossible to save your liver.

And your kidneys.

They're also starting to fail.

Are you saying I'm dying?

Our best hope, currently, is to locate a liver and to do an emergency transplant.

We'll find you one, I promise.

I'm gonna die, aren't I?

I swear to you, we're going to find you one.

BREATHLESS

He's made us wait for so long, this better be damn good.

All right. If I could have your attention for a moment.

The incident with Dr. Donoso was horrible,

of course.

But we can't let it get to us.

Attacks on healthcare workers are becoming routine.

But you have to admit that stabbings are not.

Nicolás, we've been waiting a week

for your response to this, and you're falling short.

You won't be earning anyone's trust this way.

Look, we've drawn up a new protocol

to ensure everyone feels safe coming to work.

From now on, whenever possible,

there will be two healthcare workers assigned to every single patient.

Are you serious?! That won't help.

You know what would? More security guards.

And maybe more doctors and nurses while you're at it.

I don't see how we're supposed to have two healthcare workers per patient

when you keep cutting staff in the ER.

-Hey, I'm just asking. How? -We can barely manage one right now.

Okay, settle down, everyone. Settle down, please.

I assure you. We're going to be taking action.

And all your suggestions will be considered carefully. Okay?

Needless to say, I care deeply about making sure this never happens again.

-How's Jésica doing? -Yeah.

Ever since she's been taken to the ICU, we haven't heard a thing.

She's in a fragile state. It'd be best if no one bothered her.

Obviously, no one wants to bother her. But we're her colleagues. We're worried.

Can't you tell us anything?

Jésica urgently needs a liver transplant. She's currently on the waitlist.

The next 36 hours are vital.

Thank you, Lluís. That's all.

Biel.

Biel.

Biel.

Biel! You good?

Tell me there's nothing we can do? No fucking way!

Transplants are heavily regulated. You know that.

Yeah, there's nothing we can do but wait.

Hey, at least your dad seems to be, like, taking the attacks seriously.

-And he's got a plan. Right? -You can't trust that lying piece of shit.

I don't know if he's a piece of shit. What I do know is that I talked to Leo.

-Gynecology is getting a serious upgrade. -Hey, Nieves.

I'm talking single rooms, right?

Birthing tubs, piped music in the department.

I cannot wait to use those new delivery rooms.

-Do you understand this woman? -What?

She could be on four-month leave at home, but she's back here instead.

-Oh, yeah? Smell. -Nice try.

All my other shirts smell like puke.

Spending eight hours here is like being on vacation.

Even if Elena's taking half my salary.

-Who's Elena? -The nanny.

Ah. I see.

It's Ro.

Uh, she wants me in the ER.

Oh, "Ro"?

"Daughter-stealing bitch" was getting old, huh? Is that new?

Well, I mean, she's still a bitch.

But we decided to try and chill out

because things between us were getting out of hand.

Okay. Later.

She's an 18-year-old female with a history of vaginal bleeding and pain

due to uterine fibroids--

Hey, sorry, but we have a problem with this.

That patient's already been discharged. Come on.

-I'm pretty sure that she needs surgery. -Um…

-To bay five. -Okay.

-Has this patient consented to surgery? -No. That's why I need you.

-Ester. -Hello.

I want you to meet Dr. Sader. She's a gynecologist.

I told her I don't want surgery. I can't have blood transfusions.

What do you mean you can't?

Jehovah's Witness, right?

Okay.

You know what's happening? Did someone tell you what a fibroid is?

-I know it's not a big deal. -For now.

Given the characteristics of yours, if we don't operate,

you could have a hemorrhage that would be fatal.

Ester, painkillers serve to mask the symptoms.

But the cause doesn't go away.

Look, it would be a simple operation.

We would give you spinal anesthesia, which is only from the waist down.

In less than a day, you're walking out of here,

on your own two feet. Okay?

No one has to know about this if you don't want.

You're 18.

-Think about it. -Ester?

-Yeah? -Okay, Ester?

-Honey, are you okay? -How are you?

-I'm fine. -Did you fall? Did you faint?

-No. I'm okay. -Are you sure?

-I'm fine, Mom. -You sure?

-Yeah. -What'd they give you?

-We were talking, that's all. -You're sure?

-Yes, nothing else. -Mr. Martin, I just want to--

If you could prescribe those painkillers, we'll be out of your hair.

You'll be okay, honey.

It's gonna be fine. Don't worry.

-Morning. -Morning, Biel.

-Sophie isn't here yet? -Nope, not here.

Not at our briefing or this morning's meeting with Nicolás.

It would seem our new boss has better things to do

than waste her time on us mere mortals.

Right.

I know I'm no longer the head of this department.

But I also know that the patients we treat cannot afford to wait for anyone.

Not even for the world-famous Dr. Lafont.

So, let's get started.

We're looking at the MRI scan of Mr. Ramos's glioblastoma.

Unfortunately, it's not looking promising. Has anyone spoken to him?

I was planning to see him after the briefing.

Excuse me. Dr. Lafont won't be able to make it.

She requested that I pass these around.

-Thanks, Ana. -You're welcome.

New rules for the department?

Thanks, Pau.

Ester. I need you to sign this form.

I can prescribe you these painkillers, but surgery is still your best option.

I already told you. And the answer is still no.

-Are you deaf? -Please.

She's not listening.

We could've operated without your parents knowing

if you hadn't told them.

I didn't call them.

-What do you mean you didn't? -It wasn't me.

Must have been… someone from the church who works here.

-We've made our decision. -Let me explain.

-Let's go. Sweetheart. -Yes?

-We're going home. -Shit.

-Good morning, Nieves. -How are you, Néstor?

AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY

You've gotta be kidding me.

Can I help you, Dr. Moa?

-I wanna have a talk. -Of course.

But why don't you let me open the door before you knock it down?

ACCESS GRANTED

You haven't gotten to see it yet?

No, I don't have your magic card.

You are going to love it.

Apologies for the mess. We're still getting settled.

I've been asking management for this room for years.

And you come along, and suddenly they agree.

This isn't for me.

This is for something bigger than us. Curing cancer.

Is the key-card thing really necessary?

The pharmaceutical company partially funding the study

prefers discretion.

Wouldn't want someone stealing the patent.

"Help us find a cure, but only for those who can afford it."

I know you're a brilliant oncologist, Dr. Moa.

So I presume you understand

that a cancer cure that costs money is better than no cure at all.

These new rules of yours are wreaking havoc

on a department that's worked well for years.

You're forcing us to treat pathologies beyond our areas of expertise. Why?

Because a good oncologist should know how to treat all forms of cancer.

A patient has the right to be treated by the doctor

best equipped for their care.

Don't you worry.

We grow as people when we step out of our comfort zones.

And if you ever feel lost,

I would recommend leaning on your fellow doctors.

We won't have much time to help one another

with the new patients' quota we're expected to meet.

It's almost 30% higher.

Dr. Moa,

I understand this situation feels a little strange for you.

But I'm the head of oncology now.

Things have to change.

What if I don't agree with these changes?

Then you should consider whether this hospital

is still the right place for you.

What a bitch.

Tonight we have the welcome dinner with Alfonso.

You know how these nights can go. You need to be fresh tomorrow.

Can you relax?

Enjoy the damn view.

It's beautiful.

Have some of the pastries. I know you like them.

I'm just reminding you

because we somehow convinced the party's leader

to throw his weight behind your pre-election campaign.

-And it wasn't easy. -What are you so worried about?

He'll show up, like always.

We'll fill him up with paella, we'll keep the wine flowing,

we'll take a bunch of pictures of the stunning evening,

and back to Madrid he goes.

Huh? Same as always.

-Nothing new. It's the same old routine. -Yeah.

But this is the first time we've ever lied to him.

It's just a little white lie.

Don't worry.

I'll get better.

-I'm not going to die. -Okay.

Hey!

What are you wearing that for?

They wouldn't let me visit, so I wore a disguise.

As if you could ever be incognito with eyes like those.

Take it off, come on.

Really?

How are you?

Never better.

If you're making jokes, I guess that's a good sign.

So what'd they tell you?

That I need a new liver.

-And that I'm gonna get better. -Of course you are.

You know what's fucked up about being a patient and a doctor at the same time?

I know better than to believe them when they say stuff like that.

You know…

I spent all day coming to terms with the idea that this might be the end.

And just when I think I've accepted it…

I get really scared.

It's normal to be scared.

It's totally normal.

Is it normal that I did this to myself?

Because I don't know…

Don't beat yourself up.

You were delirious. You didn't know what you were doing.

I've been thinking a lot about Rodri.

He must've been so scared, and I wasn't there.

-Hey. -I wasn't there.

-Jésica. Jésica, please. -He must've been terrified.

Just breathe. Hey.

-And now I'm here. I'm here. -Stop. It's okay. It's okay.

Hey.

You're not gonna die.

Okay?

Okay.

Get some rest. I'll see you Monday.

-Ah. -How are you feeling?

-Well, not too great, honestly. -Okay.

-I hope you're happy. -What do you mean?

You're ruining one of the best oncology departments in Valencia.

That's enough, Moa. Please.

Don't touch me.

-Néstor. Néstor! -Why did you give my department to Lafont?

What did I do to deserve this?

Ah, let's cool it on the theatrics. This isn't some sort of movie.

Néstor. Néstor.

Can we just talk, the two of us, please?

-Hmm? -Give me three minutes. In your office.

-It's a new kind of treatment. -Mm-hmm.

Uh, experimental… or something. I didn't really get it.

The thing is,

It is likely… the only hope I have of surviving.

No, it's crazy, Patricia.

Why?

What do you mean? You don't think it'll work?

I don't know, but I do know your body can't handle anything new in your state.

But it could work.

No, you're not hearing me, Patricia.

It won't matter if your cancer is cured

if you don't know what side effects this treatment could have.

What do you suggest? I'm listening.

What do you suggest?

What's your bright idea this time? Same as always, right? Let myself die.

How dare you? You were the one who told me to fight.

You were the one who said… to never give up.

I'm done listening to you.

And you know what?

I'm gonna live.

And I'll be fine.

You hear me, you asshole?

No matter how much it pisses you off, I'm still gonna run.

And I'm gonna win.

-Dr. Gallego, what's going on? -They found her unconscious last night.

Chemical submission. Forced drugging.

The worst part is she'll never wake up from her coma.

We just told her family.

-Do we know if she's an organ donor? -No, she wasn't.

But maybe we can ask her parents later, see if they'll consent to it.

-Why don't we ask them now? Why wait? -Biel, they're still processing.

We've got a colleague who needs a liver.

You know it doesn't work like that. There's a waiting list.

We don't even know if they're compatible.

And we need parental permission before we do any tests.

All the more reason to do it right away.

Please, Doctor.

No. No, my daughter, she can't…

-Excuse me. -It's not fair.

-No… -This is my colleague, Dr. De Felipe.

We're so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

We know that this is a… well, a hard time for you.

But we also needed to inquire about the possibility of…

of donating your daughter's organs.

How can we even think about that right now?

Can't it wait?

Yes, of course. Take all the time you need.

But if you can,

we'd want to know your decision as soon as possible.

-We could start running tests, and-- -I'm begging you, please.

-See if her organs are, uh… compatible… -Please.

That's enough!

My God!

You won't even let us grieve in peace.

My wife already told you. We're not going to decide right now.

-I know, but we don't have time-- -Biel.

-Hey. -We're out of options.

Stop it.

My beautiful girl…

We really are very sorry.

Please, just… take all the time that you need.

It's not fair.

What the hell? Do you even know what you just did?

Don't be surprised if they lock you out of the ICU.

What do you want me to say? Jésica's fucking dying!

Biel, you can't just fucking do whatever you want!

Holy shit.

Even if you could, I… We both know it's not your place anyway.

What are you even saying?

You and Jésica aren't family, Biel. You're not together. You're nothing.

-I don't even know if you're friends. -Why don't you go fuck yourself, asshole?

I know you love her a lot, Biel.

But you're taking on a responsibility that isn't yours.

It's because you have this complex, thinking you can save everybody.

-You don't understand. -You think I don't?

No, you don't, okay?! You don't understand!

You have no fucking idea what it feels like!

-I don't understand? -No!

I understand more than you think.

You're so obsessed with her that you're risking your career, Biel.

You're fucking up your future!

Shit, I'm sorry. That was harsh.

But I know.

You know, I have some experience

with toxic relationships and self-sabotage.

She needs me to figure it out.

-I know she does, okay? -She needs my help.

I know. I'm agreeing with you, Biel.

She needs help, she does.

But it doesn't have to be yours.

WHY CAN'T JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES HAVE BLOOD TRANSFUSIONS?

But why wouldn't they just…? What the hell?

Here.

With lots of ketchup and that sauerkraut you like.

I'm not hungry.

You're not still mad at me?

No, I'm not mad at you. There's a fucking spy working in the ER.

That's who I'm mad at.

-How can that not affect you? -Hey, I'm pissed off too.

It's just that… those of us who work in the ER know this can happen.

It doesn't matter. Somehow, they recognize each other.

Look, I know I wasn't raised in a cult.

But I know what it's like to fear your family rejecting you.

You know my parents didn't wanna meet our girl?

Well, maybe they just need a bit more time to come around.

Hmm.

Maybe, yeah.

My parents are dying to meet her.

Listen, we still have that room we set up at home for África.

And a spare room for you, if you need it.

They need me right now.

Yeah.

-Of course. Sure. -I gotta go.

-Sorry, I… -It's fine. It's all right.

And thanks.

Pilar Amaro?

Yes?

Oh, you silly boy.

-Why do you look so happy? -I… picked up my lithium.

And I'm starting to take it.

This is the first time I've seen someone so happy to take medication.

Tsk, are you kidding?

How could I not? I can't wait to feel better, you know?

Course.

It's just that I'm surprised you're taking it so well. Good.

To finally know what's wrong with me? That's, like, amazing, Mom.

Now I know I'm bipolar…

I guess… I really wanna fix it.

And you've spoken to Neus about all of it?

Mmm, all of what? I… What do you mean?

No, nothing. It's fine.

-You sure? -Yes.

Right, well then, I'll… go home, and… I dunno. Dinner and a movie?

-That sounds good. -I'll even cook.

Bye.

Great, let's meet up for a drink after work, okay?

-Yeah. -See ya.

See you later.

Hey.

-Excuse me? -Yeah? What's up?

Can you give me a hand?

-Uh… sure, yeah. -I just got a text.

I have to check it, but we're sterilized. Could you grab my phone for me?

-No problem. -Thanks, appreciate it.

It's, um… Oh, the screen's locked.

Oh, shit. Sorry. Can you take my mask off?

Yeah.

Here you go.

Thanks a lot.

-If you point it at my face, it'll unlock. -Sure. Sorry, man. My bad. Here.

Right.

-Can you write back an "okay"? -"Okay"?

-Yeah. -Okay.

"Okay."

I'm really taking advantage of you, aren't I?

No, no, no, please. Take advantage. Go ahead. We're used to that here.

Aren't you friends with Rocío?

Uh, well… I mean, don't know about "friends," but…

Yeah, yeah. You're Dr. Propofol.

Dr. who?

She calls you Mr. Pupils too. She's got nicknames for everyone.

Right. Sure. Pretty funny for a doctor, isn't she?

-I'm Jon, by the way. You? -Oh, me?

Quique.

-Quique Román. Anesthesia. -You don't say. Wow.

I'm in plastic surgery,

and we need an anesthetist tomorrow afternoon, if you're up for it.

Why, what's tomorrow afternoon?

The new manager's started renting out operating rooms.

It's for a private surgery, but we all make bank.

Half goes to the hospital, half to us.

What do you say?

I mean… The money sounds good to me.

Because I have a bad habit of spending what I get pretty quick, but…

Seriously, though. Cash, just like that?

You're an anesthetist. What more do you want?

Yeah, but I'm only a resident.

That's no problem. I'll find you a supervisor and we'll get it done.

Mmm…

-So are you in or not? -Yeah, yeah, count me in.

-All right. See you tomorrow? -Yeah, tomorrow. It's perfect.

No. Well, that's not what the report says.

-I have it in front of me. -Leo?

The report says it's negative.

Can you have this ready for me tomorrow, please?

-Bye, Malena. -See you.

-Neus? I need to talk to you. -Have a good night.

-I'm leaving. -It'll just be a minute, I promise.

-Okay, walk me out then. -All right.

Did you tell Óscar everything about his treatment plan?

Uh, Pilar.

Apart from the fact that I can't discuss his sessions with you,

what do you think I haven't told him?

That he'll be on medication for life.

That he may feel better, but his emotions will be numbed.

That people relapse for that precise reason.

Lithium works well, but it's not a silver bullet.

Pilar.

Do you think I'd keep the side effects of his medication from him?

Do you think that?

No, I suppose I don't.

You know what your son needs from you?

-What? -He needs to know it'll be okay.

And so after that, what? I'm supposed to just watch him crash and burn?

You're his mother.

You know I'll do my part,

but support from his family is gonna be essential.

You're right.

Have a good night.

I came as soon as I could. How do you feel?

My stomach hurts so much.

Fuck. Wait, stay there and don't move.

Hey, help! It's Jésica!

-Hey. Easy, Jésica. Just breathe. -We have to sedate her now.

Oh, no. Don't put me under. If you sedate me, I won't wake up.

-That won't happen. -No. I don't wanna die.

-You're not gonna die. I won't let you. -Intubate.

-Promise me I won't. -I promise.

Doctor, here.

JOAQUÍN SOROLLA HOSPITAL

The transplant team is all set.

And we're in contact with the committee to get--

Please continue, Pilar.

We've got the committee standing by and ready to begin

as soon as we get approval.

Blanca will be coordinating with logistics in case we do get access to a donor.

Now, all we can do is maintain her vitals and attempt to keep Jésica stable.

-And pray. -How long can she be kept like this?

A few hours.

Looks like I'm gonna need a security system on my door too.

Ms. Segura wasn't at her appointment today.

So? Why are you telling me? I'm not her doctor.

You're going to pretend you haven't spoken with her?

What? Why don't you want her to try this?

Because it's not going to work.

You've given up on her. I don't understand why you want her to give up too.

No, what I want is for her to accept the truth.

What do you mean?

We've tried all possible treatments with her.

And this therapy would, in the best case, yes, give her a few more months.

But at what cost? Huh?

She would have to spend most of the time that she has left here at the hospital.

Suffering through her life.

Is that what you want?

Patricia deserves better than to be someone's guinea pig.

I have something to show you. Follow me?

As you can see, the treatment reduces mortality rates

by 60% over 5 years.

In addition, I can avoid the worst of the side effects

by injecting intralesionally, not intravenously.

So what? This is your big breakthrough?

Only a part of it.

What I'm about to tell you cannot leave this room.

Can I trust you, Néstor?

Uh-huh.

I have isolated a new antigen.

Specifically one associated with breast cancer.

And I can confirm

that it's responsible for cancer cells going unnoticed

during conventional treatments.

Mm-hmm.

Therefore, it's possible to go in and modify

the T-lymphocytes present in my patients

and reprogram them to recognize this new antigen.

I'm sure it's obvious why it's so important

that I protect my research at all costs.

You should've told me about this sooner.

I don't know how you do things in France, but at Sorolla, we trust our team.

Keeping knowledge locked up in your ivory tower doesn't do anything.

Because we can do more for our patients together.

You're the new head of oncology at this hospital.

Start acting like it.

I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. Okay?

Yes.

Fine. Take care of it.

-You wanted to see me? -Close the door.

She's not even compatible with Jésica, and you risked a lawsuit.

Motherfucker.

Biel, I'm worried about her too, but this isn't going to help.

-Yeah? I'm doing something at least. -Sure, something illegal.

You should be glad I didn't inform the family of that.

I don't care, Lluís.

All I care about is Jésica.

What the fuck is your problem, kid? You think I don't care about her?

Look, Biel.

You're making an enemy of me. You're not being smart.

Hello?

Be right there. Yes, yes. Okay.

Yeah, I understand. I'm on my way. Right. See ya.

What have we got?

They've had a donor come in.

But there's another patient in Seville who's in the same situation.

-Same age, same physical condition. -Now what?

The committee's deciding who it should go to.

We're going to bring Jésica to the OR just in case,

and make sure that we're prepared.

Good, yeah.

Ester? Ester!

Ester, are you okay?

-No, it hurts so much. -What happened? Can you walk?

Guys! Get me a gurney!

Let's get you on your feet, okay? Good, come on. Easy, that's it.

Good. It's okay.

Yeah?

Guys, hurry up!

The IV's in. I'll get the saline.

-I'm sorry. I know it hurts. -What happened?

She's bleeding.

-Come on, let's get her to the OR. -No, no. No, I'm not going.

Ester, listen to me.

We can operate without any transfusions, but I need to take you there right away.

Promise me.

I do.

May? Can we take a look at the ultrasounds for a second?

-Are you sure? She's lost a lot of blood. -We have to try.

Fine. Okay. Take her up.

Here.

Take this to pathology. And sutures, please.

Thank you.

Shit! Suction, now!

Gauze!

I need more gauze.

There's too much blood.

-She's becoming hypotensive. -Thanks, Ripoll, we can see that.

Try applying pressure.

No, that won't be enough.

She's losing too much blood. She'll go into hypovolemic shock.

I have to find the source of the bleeding.

She's already lost so much. She won't make it.

-Transfusion. -We can't do that.

-The patient specifically said not to. -Yes, but now she's dying.

If we do this, we'll lose our jobs.

And she'll lose her life. Okay?

I'm not just going to stand here and watch her bleed to death.

Rocío, I can't do that. I can't.

-Ripoll, turn it off and wake her up. -Wake her up?

Ripoll, we are going to give her one last chance to decide.

I'll take responsibility for this. Do it.

Ripoll, do it now! Now!

Fuck. Please.

-Wake her up. Come on. -Ester, hold on. Just hold on.

Come on.

Come on, Ester. Ester, wake up, please.

Turn her over.

Look at me, Ester. Here. Look here.

-Ester. Ester? Wake up. -She's awake.

Here. Yes, look at me.

Ester, you're in the operating room. I'm Dr. Fuster, remember?

I need you to-- Ester, I need you to listen to me.

You're in the OR. You're hemorrhaging. Okay? You understand?

If I don't give you a transfusion right now, you're going to die.

No, no, no.

-Just stop. Please stop. Please, no. -Ester. Ester, listen.

Look at me! Over here. Here. Stay with me. Just listen to me.

I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to,

but you need to say yes.

Do I have your consent to give you a transfusion?

If you want to live, say yes.

-Ester. -Yes, yes.

Yes, I want to live, please.

-We good? -Yes.

-May? -Intubate. Pump the blood.

I need a central line and vasoactive drugs.

Starting open surgery.

We need two more units, now!

Someone give me pressure, here. I need the surgical field.

FOR A BETTER FUTURE

Thank you all.

Thank you.

No, really. I can't thank you enough.

Patricia, you don't understand.

It won't matter if your cancer is cured

if you don't know what side effects this treatment could have.

She called me up and said, "Mr. President, I need to talk to you."

"I'm planning to call an early election."

"And I am going to win this thing with an absolute majority."

"Because I've beaten cancer."

She said that. Please welcome Patricia Segura.

Would you please come join us, Patricia?

You're too much.

I'm so embarrassed.

I am cancer-free.

It's possible to beat this disease, and it's possible to beat those vultures

who wasted no time in taking full advantage.

They brought that vote of no confidence thinking I was done for.

And to them, I say, "Sorry to disappoint."

And I'm not leaving without a fight.

I have never been more eager to keep working for all of you.

For Valencia!

I make this promise. I swear that Patricia Segura's not going anywhere!

We have Cullera, Benicàssim, and… Benidorm.

Patricia, I need to talk to you.

We only have five minutes before your scheduled media photo-call.

Leave us, Emilio.

Thank you.

Thanks.

What are you doing here?

No, wait. Let me guess.

I've finally got your vote.

I've spoken to Dr. Lafont about your treatment.

But I have no treatment, remember?

Well, I think you should go for it.

You're joking, aren't you?

-No. -No?

You're a bastard.

-You're messing with me. -Patricia, just listen.

No, you listen.

You listen to me.

Do you know how hard these last few months have been?

-I know, they've-- -I don't think you do.

You have no fucking idea what it's like to have cancer.

Look at me.

Néstor.

Fucking look at me.

This is my hair.

My hair is… falling out.

And my breast…

All of the scars.

I'm falling to pieces.

Patricia.

Leave me alone.

You came here to tell me to fight.

Yesterday you said I was dying.

And yesterday, I didn't know about the treatment.

And now?

I'm begging you. Patricia.

Patricia.

I need you to stay in the fight.

You hear me?

Don't you dare make me feel hopeful if you can't…

If you're absolutely sure this time.

Please, Néstor.

This time, I'm sure.

Oh!

Fuck.

And?

I'm sorry, Lluís.

The other patient's chance of survival is much more favorable.

By one point on the MELD scale?

There's barely a difference.

In her state, the results are gonna change every hour.

The decision's already been made.

No.

-We'll say there must've been an error. -What kind of error?

We'll tell them we sent the wrong test results.

Lluís, we can't do that.

Make sure they run the tests again. I'll take care of this.

-Think about what you're doing. -I'll take care of it!

No. Lluís, no!

-Javi, you ready? -Yeah, we're all ready to start, Jon.

-Mrs. Salgado, how are you? -Good, fine.

-Then let's get started. -Right.

In just a few hours, you'll be ten years younger.

Dr. Román, we can start the general anesthetic. Hmm?

Sorry, Doctor? Uh, we don't have the supervisor here yet.

I wasn't able to find anyone. We'll have to do it ourselves.

But I'm just a resident.

What are you talking about? I can't do it alone.

Quique, it's a lifting.

Yeah, but without a supervisor, I'll-- I'll be in big trouble.

We'll both be in big trouble, okay? Do I look nervous?

No.

Because I know you can do this with your eyes closed.

You're gonna tell me your supervisor's never left to take a piss

during an operation?

Yeah, of course they have, but… I mean… it's different.

No, it's the exact same thing.

Plus, you're getting cash under the table.

-You need money, don't you? -Yeah, for sure. I could use the money.

There's no money if we don't operate.

You in or out?

-Yeah, I'm in. Okay. Yeah. -Fine, come on. Let's go.

Everything good here?

Right here.

Get it to the OR. They're waiting.

Hurry, she's running out of time!

Thanks.

Are we ready? Let's go.

Scalpel.

I'm pleased to hear you changed your mind.

Don't get too excited. We politicians can be very unpredictable.

You may feel a bit of tingling. That's normal. Don't worry.

Doctor. Sorry. I'm late again, I know.

I messed it up. 7, 17, 18? I dunno.

-Sure. -Holy shit.

This is the president, yeah?

It's Patricia Segura, bro. That's you.

And you are?

Patricia, this is Ximo,

another patient in the breast-cancer study.

-Ximo. -Would you mind waiting just a second?

I'll be right back.

-You have breast cancer? -Yep.

They told me there was less than a 1% chance,

and I got it.

So here I am.

That's me.

-Wow. -Bad luck.

Yeah, bad luck, I'm telling you. Well…

Perhaps… you could be my good luck charm for my next campaign.

No fucking way. No way.

Why not?

-What do you mean, why not? -What?

-You with the Greens? -The Greens?! I'm pro-independence.

Fuck.

-Everything all right? -He's a good kid.

A separatist, he says.

No, no, this is… It's a sign, I'm telling you.

A sign from on high.

Good. We got it. Let's suture and get her to the ICU.

I'll call the ICU.

It went well. They're finishing up.

Biel, um…

When she wakes up, I'd like to be alone with her.

Yeah.

-Urgent CAT scan. -Of course.

Rocío…

All of this is your fault. You know that, don't you?

We're ruined! Everyone's looking down on us.

Shit!

Ester?

Ester?

Are you okay?

My… my parents said I'm not welcome at home.

And that it's my fault for sinning against God.

Don't say that.

God wants you to live.

What am I gonna do now?

You'll live.

And you can.

You know how I know?

I was the same.

And I chose my own family…

and my life.

Ester, I'm sorry your parents found out about the transfusion.

I'm not sure how. But I'm sorry.

It might've been 'cause of this.

Some of us wear them.

I know where I've seen one of these.

Nice bracelet.

-That's him. -Come with us, sir.

-No, you can't do this. -I can't? Just wait.

We'll see how screwed you are for disclosing confidential medical info.

I hope he loses his fuckin' license.

-Ester's alive. That's what matters. -Yeah.

And you and I still make a pretty good team.

Rocío?

Can we talk?

Yeah, sure.

Why did you bring me here, Mom?

I wanted to go for a walk with you.

When you were little, you loved visiting the Albufera.

Are you sure nothing's wrong?

No. Actually, I was hoping we could talk, just the two of us.

I wanna know how you are,

what you think of your diagnosis, if you have… worries…

Okay.

But if you're going to lecture me,

then let's go for a boat ride.

I saw some ducks over there.

Biel.

How's Jésica?

It went well. The transplant was successful.

I'm glad.

Hello, good evening.

I'm Sophie Lafont, the new head of oncology.

Please, take a seat.

I missed our first briefing together because, as the young people might say,

uh, I ghosted you yesterday.

As far as I'm aware, I'm not a literal ghost.

But…

In fact, I did stand you all up, which I should not have done.

And I'm sorry.

I want everyone here to know that I am delighted to be working with all of you.

And one day, I hope I can earn your trust.

Additionally, I would like one of you to assist me with my clinical trial.

Biel?

-Biel de Felipe? -Yes?

I've heard great things about you. Would you like to participate?

Great. Let's continue.

We have seven cases today.

In the room with the crib, maybe?

But if we get rid of that messy yellow armchair,

we can make sure you get your office back.

And probably change the mattress too.

-We'll buy a new one. The old one… -Hey, Rocío? Let's not get carried away.

We're just roommates. Okay?

And besides, it's just for now.

I haven't entirely ruled out moving to Germany.

-Right. Sorry. -Oh, fuck.

What?

I think I must've left my keys up in my locker.

-Hold on to that. -Sure.

-Be right back. Okay. -I'll wait for you.

Right?! See you tomorrow, girls. Have a good one.

-See ya, Blanca. -Bye.

What's up?

-So you two made up? -She's coming home with me.

That's great news!

Have you told her?

Told her what?

Hmm.

What?

The night of the cold drop, I saw you.

You had the baby, and you got in a taxi outside the hospital.

You don't have to explain anything.

My lips are sealed, I swear.

Right?

I'm just glad things worked out for you guys.

Okay?

I'm going. Make sure no one calls me tonight. I've got a date.

Okay. Have fun.

I'd appreciate it if you could wait outside my office next time, Nicolás.

These chairs are comfortable, aren't they? Because they don't look it.

Unfortunately, this is no longer your office.

What're you talking about?

Look, what you did to make sure she got that liver, I understand. I do.

But if it had been me…

Hell, I mean… I wouldn't have gotten caught.

I would've been more careful.

I don't know what it is you think I did or didn't do.

But whatever you're insinuating, you'll have to prove it.

Let's not do this. This doesn't have to be difficult.

Hmm? As of right now, you're no longer the director of Sorolla.

Pack up your things, Lluís.

You'll be able to keep working as a doctor until after the investigation.

-Investigation? -Don't be an idiot.

We'll be launching one immediately.

And if it's proven you manipulated the test results,

I imagine that will mark the end of your career in medicine.

Nicolás, I have no fucking idea what you're talking about.

It's far too sweet.