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CHILL SURGERY PLAYLIST

Conversations with a stranger I barely know

Swearin' this will be the last But it probably won't

I got nothin' left to lose, or use…

All right, all right.

Sounds like a party in here.

-How's it going? -Good.

-You good? -Thanks, yeah.

Great. Quique, how are we doing?

He's asleep. Already in the REM phase.

Awesome. Right.

We have a patient here undergoing an abdominoplasty

after having lost a large amount of weight.

He's worked real hard to get here, team. So, now it's our turn.

…when the good times start…

Very good.

Scalpel.

Thank you.

Maite, give me a hand and pull this back, would you?

Pull, pull, pull, pull, pull.

Good, more. Nice, nice. That's it, that's it.

When we're done here, we could grab a drink?

-Oh, sorry, man. I can't today. -Me neither.

C'mon, drinks on me.

Yo, Propofol.

What?

You're not in the WhatsApp group yet, are you?

No.

How many have you done with us?

Uh… 14, I think. No, 15 today.

He's done 15 operations with us. I guess now he has to join the group chat.

Yeah, I guess so.

You're a part of the team.

I got nothin' left to lose, or use…

-He's tachycardic. -And his CO2's increasing.

That's okay. See if he has a fever.

Sure.

…of the things that I say

Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out…

He's got a fever. 104.

-Check the thermal blanket. -On it.

-And control hypoventilation, okay? -Yeah, yeah.

And someone turn off the music.

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Let's take a look.

Okay, I think he's got malignant hyperthermia, Jon.

-I have to extubate. -No, no, no! No, no. No way.

I'm not leaving him half-finished.

-Give him dantrolene. -Okay, dantrolene.

I'm on it.

Electric scalpel.

-Quique, hurry up with the dantrolene. -I'm coming.

-Quique! -What?

-What do you mean, "What?" -Coming.

The dantrolene, for fuck's sakes. Let's go, let's go. Come on!

He's not improving. Okay, I'll check everything again.

-But I don't know what to do. -Motherfucker! I'll close him up. Staples.

-The dantrolene isn't working. -Son of a bitch.

CO2 isn't going down either. What do I do?

-Fuck. -Quique, Quique, listen to me.

Get outta here. They can't see you in here.

Go and find me another anesthetist. Go on!

-I'm going. -Fuck.

Oh, shit.

BREATHLESS

AMBULANCE

I think I'm even more nervous today than I was on my first day here.

You're gonna be fine, all right? I'm sure you will.

What Nicolás says is one thing, but what he'll do is another.

If they were investigating you, you'd know by now.

You can't be sure. Meanwhile, I'm back on to patient care.

Do you know how long it's been?

Just like riding a bike. You never forget.

Hopefully.

Hey, Lluís! Hang on.

I'd be dead if it wasn't for you.

You took leave for a month so you could take care of me.

-Of course. -I'll support you whatever happens.

You'll take care of me if I get fired?

Don't you wish.

-All right, come on. -Let's go.

How come you're the one cheering me up? It's supposed to be the other way around.

What did I tell you? See?

Yo, we've been warning you for weeks

that you're risking your career for a few bucks. You didn't listen.

Wow, May. You're amazing at cheering people up.

-No, really, fucking terrific. -Hey! You know she's right.

Quique, operating without a supervisor isn't just wrong, it's illegal.

Okay, I messed up, yeah. You're right, both of you.

But it's not like malignant hyperthermia's easy to predict.

It's something that happens. That's it. It happened to me, sure.

-But it could've happened to a supervisor. -It happened to you.

But it was outside of regular hours.

-So? -There won't be any repercussions.

Oh, no? Says who? Dr. Playboy? Pfft! You're unbelievable.

You've only known that guy for a minute. I don't know why you trust him.

Maybe because I'm good at reading people, Biel.

-Quique… -Don't laugh.

I'm a great judge of character. Yeah. I know I can trust Jon.

He promised he wouldn't bail on me if anything happened to go wrong.

But nothing will.

Quique. First of all, you're a fucking awful judge of character.

Second? Shit did go wrong.

We've got someone taking up a bed in the ICU right now

who wouldn't be there if things had been done right.

Or do you just not care?

Good morning.

-Good morning. -I'm outta here.

-Hi. -Lluís. Sorry.

Sorry.

-See you later. -Yeah. Bye.

Really, Pilar, I'm fine.

It's far too soon. It hasn't even been six weeks.

Enjoy your time off.

If you were in my shoes, you wouldn't have been home a single day.

-Do you feel up for operating again? -I'm dying to get into the OR.

Dr. Amaro? This morning's list of surgeries you requested.

Thank you.

Look, I need my old life back. I can't take this.

Very well. If you're certain.

I trust you, but we'll be starting you on something that won't tire you out.

-Great. -All right.

Cholecystectomy this afternoon sound good?

Whatever you say.

Well, then. Welcome back.

Thanks.

We've remodeled all the rooms in the ward so that they're now individual.

There are beds for the people accompanying the pregnant women

so that they have the privacy they require during a time as important as childbirth.

Our final stop on tour are these.

Hydrotherapy units that will ensure the comfort of our patients.

Thank you so much, Dr. Santapau.

Madam President, please.

Well, this is thrilling.

With all these new hospital improvements, a new era is upon us.

We will continue to prove

that our Valencian healthcare system is a global leader.

Must be time for another election.

And we're reducing personnel, space, and beds too.

Totally delusional, this woman.

-Excuse me, miss. -Yes, sir?

-I've been waiting three hours. -Yes, sir.

-Other people have been going ahead of me. -Yes. I know, sir.

But we have to see people based on the severity of their issues.

And if you wanna complain, talk to that guy.

Well, it's not his fault, is it, Blanca?

Sir, if you'll just give me a moment, we'll be right with you, okay?

-Uh… -Right, with him where?

The bays are all occupied. There's nowhere to see him.

-Bring him to 14. They can share. -Uh-huh?

Of course. They'll just share. Great.

We can't keep going on like this, Rocío. We have to do something.

Come with me, please, sir.

Pere, discharge the patient in bay 7.

We're working tirelessly to make sure our hospitals have

all the latest advances.

-Just had to get the form. Here. -Shit.

It was a botched job however you wanna look at it.

Whose bright idea was it?

No, I'm seriously asking you. Thanks.

Which one of you two came up with this?

Mm, Pilar, it wasn't our fault, was it?

All the operations fall outside of hospital hours anyway. Right, Jon?

The patient's lawyer will be suing us, I have no doubt.

And she's threatening to take the story to the press.

Her client was left with a mutilated abdomen in this hospital,

where he was, not elsewhere!

Which makes the "it's not my fault" line, I'm sure you'll agree, ring hollow.

-Yes, but we w-- -No! No more excuses.

You are not a resident, so there's little I can do.

But you will never operate here in the afternoon again.

And you, Román,

as of this moment, you have a serious offense on your record.

-Which can be seen by any hospital… -Pilar, just listen.

Understand?

One more offense like this, even a minor one from now on,

and you're outta here.

Oh, and you can forget about the OR for a while.

Head to the ER.

They're short of doctors. Make yourself useful.

And close the door on your way out.

Jon!

What we need for you is an overwhelming majority

that will give us support in the general elections.

Alfonso, you know you can count on me.

-That way… -Yeah?

…our party, just like you, can be reborn stronger than ever.

Sorry, I'll have to let you go now.

-You can count on me. -Thanks, Patricia.

Please come on in, Patricia.

Yes.

Fucker.

Just breathe.

-Ah. -Very good, that's great.

-Ah, fuck! -Breathe.

Ugh.

All done.

Did it hurt a lot?

-As long as I'm cured, it doesn't matter. -Here. Apply pressure.

Yeah.

Segura!

Look what I'm wearing.

VICTORY ASSURED

-You like it? It's good quality shit. -What a jackass. I can't believe you.

Pretty cool, right?

Don't bother her.

Victory is yours, ma'am!

You got this thing! No surrender!

-We're all done. -President Segura!

Okay, Ximo.

Do you have any… nausea, vomiting, dizziness?

All of those. To be honest, I'm fucked up.

Okay. On a scale of one to five, tell me where you are.

-Nausea? -Five, five, five.

What are you talking about?

He was putting on a show for me three seconds ago.

Don't listen to him. We're both fit as fiddles.

I threw up everything I ate yesterday.

-I'll see you at our next session. -Doctor, wait. Just a moment.

Isn't it a little weird that he's throwing up and I'm not?

All my life, I've been prone to vomiting, and suddenly, no nausea.

-Does that mean something's gone wrong? -No. Don't worry.

Everything's going very well.

Okay, but why am I different from him?

Hmm? Shouldn't we do a test to make sure?

It's important that we follow proper protocol.

There are a few rules, and we have to make sure we wait

so we can have an accurate comparison with your MRI.

That's how a clinical trial works.

I need your trust in this.

I know it's difficult, but we'll know for sure soon.

Just be patient.

What we're doing is not chemo, Ms. Segura.

It's the future.

-Uh… -Shit.

-Palpitations? Tachycardia? -No.

Ridiculous.

Difficulty breathing? Shortness of breath?

Okay.

-Ugh, that's awful. -Don't like it?

It's disgusting.

Talk to your manager. He could hook you up with something better.

Hmm. How kind of you.

What happened? Hey? You're worried about something.

I can tell.

Can I get you a coffee? Hmm? A good one? And we'll talk?

Fine.

How's your treatment going?

You look good.

Yes. Too good.

Why do you say that?

Mmm. No reason.

It's just that I haven't had a single side effect from the treatment.

Not one. Not a one.

Maybe…

I dunno. I have questions.

And I asked, but she doesn't wanna do any tests

because it's not "time yet." Hmm?

It's not time.

But what timeline are we following? I don't know.

What if it's a placebo?

Yes, I know about them.

They do that in some clinical trials, Néstor.

I don't think she'd give you a placebo when you're the one funding her research.

I'm not sure.

But if these are my final days on Earth,

I'd at least like to know what she's planning.

And I wanted to apologize.

For not… telling you in person that you were being…

well, replaced by Sophie Lafont.

You could've not given her my job at all, instead of apologizing.

I knew this coffee was going to cost me.

So we're just going to argue? Even today?

-Maybe. -Damn it.

I'm right here trying to apologize to you.

In that case, I should be apologizing

for everything I kept from you during the strike.

Mm-hmm.

We've played some dirty tricks on each other.

Can we just bury the hatchet?

Let me take you out for dinner.

All right.

Great.

But I'm not a cheap date.

Yeah.

Nicolás.

One of your afternoon OR rentals

has caused me to have to discipline two doctors who work here.

Good morning. Great to see you, Dr. Amaro.

-You want a coffee? -No. Thank you.

How about a tea?

No. No tea for me, thanks.

What I want is for the operating rooms to stop being rented out.

Or I'll be forced to turn in my resignation as head of surgery.

Pilar, listen.

Renting out those operating rooms is very beneficial for us.

We're making improvements to our infrastructure.

-That's good for everyone. -Right.

But now the costs outweigh the benefits.

All right.

I accept your resignation as chief of surgery.

This should free you to accept the position of Sorolla's new director.

What do you say?

If you think this'll keep me from speaking my mind

or giving you any problems, you are very mistaken.

No, I won't be your puppet, Nicolás. I won't.

-Forget it. -This is why I'm offering it to you.

Because you're no pushover, and you won't just say yes all the time.

Nicolás, not supporting the strike doesn't mean that I suddenly want…

everything to be privatized.

I know that. But being by my side, you can be my sober second thought

and debate any measures before they're applied.

You know this hospital much, much better than I do.

You're the perfect candidate to lead it.

Think it over.

Hmm?

Jon!

Hey, wait up! What the hell happened back there?

I thought you were on my side? You know this isn't my fault.

I can't let people think that what happened in the operating room

was in any way my fault.

I gotta keep operating in the afternoons. If not here, it'll be somewhere else.

You fucking serious right now, man?

Are you that desperate to get a yacht to match your fancy-ass convertible?

Obviously, all you care about is money, you asshole.

Sorry, there's nothing I can do.

You're risking a little extra cash, but my damn career's at stake here.

You understand?

You're a real bastard.

Fuckin' piece of shit.

I've been doing that with mine for years. It still hasn't gone away.

What are you doing? I'm getting dressed.

It's not like I haven't seen you like this before.

-What's your problem with me? -I don't have a problem with you.

-No? -No.

I'm with Lluís, Biel.

Sure, you were with Lluís when I met you too.

-That doesn't change anything. -Now it's different.

I've decided to be with him, okay?

Hmm.

Well, even if that is true… we both know I don't deserve all this.

What?

You ghosted me, Jésica.

I messaged you for five weeks, and nothing? Hmm?

And you couldn't even send me one fucking text back?

I haven't. You're right. I know. And I'm sorry. I really am.

I just…

-I'm so bad at this. -Hmm.

What the two of us had was fun, but it's not…

It's not real.

I think it would be best if we put it behind us.

Yeah, sure. Maybe you got a point.

When you're with someone you like, it's supposed to make you feel amazing.

Huh?

And ever since I met you, I've felt like a complete piece of shit.

I get it, Nicolás.

I understand what you mean

when you say that the emergency is "an endless expense of resources."

But we're the heart of the hospital.

And we're completely overwhelmed. It's just… not possible to work like this.

Do you think that this… is acceptable?

We take breaks and have staff meetings on broken gurneys.

What are we supposed to do?

We're lacking employees, we need space, we need supplies…

And the shiny new stuff is going to other departments.

I get that you feel unfairly treated by comparison.

That's why I'm bringing you my suggestions for a new emergency room. Here.

More equipment, personnel, and rooms? That's what we need, Nicolás.

Could you hand these out, please? So. Look, I'll be frank here.

Reducing the ER's footprint is necessary.

-Can you pass these out? -Of course.

By doing so, balancing the budget has become a reality.

I know this has put a lot on your plate, not to mention…

the added stress and strain, more than you were already dealing with.

But I assure you both, that's not my intention.

I don't wanna make things worse. I wanna help you.

-Can you hand these out, please? -Sure.

Well, happy reading.

What's this? A protocol?

Nicolás, I'm sorry,

but if your solution's a diagram with a bunch of arrows,

either we're failing to make ourselves clear or you haven't understood.

No, listen, I'm proposing a phased system of measures

depending on the occupancy of the service.

-Initial, intermediate, and critical. -Phases?

It's important that we be realistic about how much our new ER can accommodate.

We aren't the biggest ER in Valencia anymore,

probably won't be again.

Ladies, time to move forward.

What do we do? Tell people to stop getting sick?

No. It's right here, Rocío.

"A critical state will be declared when the ER is at maximum capacity,

and new patients will be referred to another hospital."

Tell me that's a joke.

How long until we're letting them die in the street?

Fuster, nobody's going to die.

When we're at full capacity,

they'll go to another hospital that has space.

-Easy as pie. -Yeah.

Rocío, I was told to help out here?

Wonderful!

You said we needed more doctors.

Here's one now.

And a good one at that.

Why were you sent here from surgery?

Um… don't know. For a refresher before going back to the OR?

Oh, nice. Well, this isn't a nursery, so we're not gonna hold your hand.

Nicolás?

Right, come with me.

Okay, a catheter for a hematuria in 17.

-And disimpacting fecal matter in 16. -You serious?

Yeah. You're gonna have so much fun with us here.

Blanca. I…

Come on, man.

-How are we doing? -Is the equipment sterilized?

We're almost there. I just need five more minutes.

Jésica, whenever you're ready.

Can we have a crash cart ready, please?

We can start.

Scalpel?

No, Manu, stop!

Manu! No!

I can't…

Help! Security!

-Are you all right? -Everything okay?

Just a bit of pain. Go ahead.

Of course.

Bay 5 is ready to be admitted.

-Carlos, over here. Stay with him, please. -Of course.

Hey, he better not be serious about putting a cap on ER admissions.

We're not gonna stop treating people as long as I'm in charge, I promise.

Yeah, I hope so.

Can I take these for you?

Hey! Look who's here for the party.

I'll order more corticoids. We're running low.

Hey, Mr. Pupils!

So, I hear you screwed up again. Oh, but we can find a use for you here.

Hey, quick question.

Would it be possible to not call me Mr. Pupils in front of patients? Thanks.

Oh, don't be like that. And besides, you gotta earn that right.

A piece of advice for you.

Don't get fooled twice, okay? Especially not by Balanzategui.

No nickname for him? Is he your best friend or something?

My best friend? No.

He's everybody's friend, but I'm immune to his seductive charms.

Let's go.

Be right back.

You'll take care of the discharges, okay?

Hmph.

Hey, buck up, Pupils.

-This is where we met, you remember? -Yeah, I remember.

You're so funny for a doctor.

Ah…

Francisco… 18.

Really?

I came as soon as I could. Are you okay, Jés?

I couldn't operate.

I had the scalpel, but I…

Mm--

I felt…

What happened?

Honey, look.

I don't think you can diagnose post-traumatic stress disorder online.

But I do think you can take things slowly.

-Let the psychiatrist help. -No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

No one can know about this, not even Pilar.

I don't want anyone to know.

I'll get through it all by myself.

I can do this.

I'll operate tomorrow.

Hello.

Wow!

I wish someone had told me. I would've dressed up too.

Don't worry about it. Every couple needs a beauty.

Couple?

Couple of friends.

And besides, I wanted to dress up. What's wrong with that?

-Sorry? -Yes?

-One for me? -Right away.

I really love this restaurant.

Hmph.

May never eat here again.

You can't get it out of your head, can you?

I mean, nothing that a bottle of wine or two can't fix, you know?

I've got a better plan.

A better plan?

You and me get out of here right now.

Do you understand how hard it is to get a reservation here?

It's a miracle we got in.

My plan's a lot more fun than eating dinner here. Come on.

-You're serious? -I'm serious.

Now, keep your breath stable and slow.

I'm really starting to regret this.

I don't… What are we doing here?

Patricia, look at this.

I don't know if I want to.

-Look at all this. -No, tell me. Please.

Tell me what the hell is going on right now. Just tell me.

-All right? -It's all… almost all healthy tissue.

Look at the difference. Hardly any trace of metastasis.

But how?

I don't know, but it's practically disappeared.

I'm going to live?

Looks like it.

Seriously?

Yeah.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

A miracle.

Thank you. Thank you.

-I'm going to live? -Yeah.

Today we're talking about avoidance, guilt, and shame.

Some would say that these three emotional states

feed post-traumatic stress,

and that you have to face all three as soon as you can

to avoid triggering a response.

It's very important to understand the danger it can entail.

Come on, let's go! Gurneys, now!

Jésica! Jésica! Industrial accident!

I need help over here!

Ah!

-Sorry. Sorry. -Sorry.

-Hemodynamically stable. -He needs a CAT scan!

-I'm on it. You don't have to shout. -I need someone.

-Hey! Over here! -Yeah.

Female, 51 years old. BP 100 over 70. Heart rate 130.

History of heart failure. They found her under some rubble.

-I'm on it. -Get her to resus.

-Let's move! Clear the way! -Go.

-I have a question. -One second.

-I need someone here. -Hey, look--

-Is there a doctor available? -I am.

-Over here! Please! -To resus.

Male, 51. The shockwave from the explosion must've thrown him.

Thoracic contusions and head trauma. Where do you want him?

-Rocío, I got it. -No, go help Quique.

-Help him? -Help him out.

-Blanca? -Another line, at least 18 gauge.

She's been given diuretics and vasodilators.

Breathe out.

Breathe deeper now.

Shit.

I need someone here now.

Female, 40 years old, numerous wounds to her face, upper and lower limbs.

-Her vitals are stable. -Who's going?

-I need some help, please! -Someone fucking get over there!

Quique, I'm good. You go.

-You sure? -Yeah, go on. I'm fine.

-On my way! -Where do we take him?

-Take him to bay 5. -Okay.

She's becoming hypotensive.

Something's not right. The diuretics are making her worse.

Hand me the EKG.

This isn't decompensated heart failure.

These voltages are really low.

Give her 500 mls of saline and stop the diuretics.

Okay.

I need a tourniquet.

It's been two minutes. Check on his pulse.

Some help over here, please! Anyone?

-No pulse. -Then keep going.

-Blanca? -Yeah.

Uh… yeah, that's okay.

-You all right? -I'm okay. I'm fine.

-Ángela, prepare the ultrasound. -Yes, Doctor.

I think the thoracic trauma led to a cardiac tamponade.

It's what I thought, a tamponade.

Let's get the equipment ready.

Rocío, we have to close.

If anyone else comes in, we won't be able to help.

Yes, we can, and we will. Just hold on.

-Damn it. Please. -Over here!

We have to be careful because if I pierce her heart,

she'll bleed out on the table.

-BP and O2 levels are dropping fast. -I'm on it. Come on, come on.

She's going into cardiac arrest.

-Should I get Dr. Fuster? -Give me a minute, Pere. Hold on.

Lluís.

There. Got it.

It's done. It's draining. It's done.

We did it, everyone.

Let's check the pulse again. Let's go.

Get the monitor up! Continue compressions!

We did it.

-Pulse? Yeah? -Yes, she has a pulse.

-Okay, okay. That's good. Great. -Okay.

All right. Cardiac arrest averted.

Okay. Lluís, how's it going with you?

-Under control. -Okay, Lluís. Nice work.

Thank you, guys. Way to go.

Remember, our main objective here is to get them to withdraw the lawsuit.

Apologize, and be humble.

Or at least pretend to be.

-Emergency in bay 11. Code red. -Pilar.

Doctor! Cristobal's gotten worse!

-What's going on? -My husband!

No, you can't touch him!

-I have to check on your husband. -Stay away from him. Get away!

He's tachycardic, hypotensive, fever 39 degrees.

Oh, no.

Shit, this is necrotic.

Going into septic shock. We take him to the OR.

I don't want you touching him!

You better stay out of this.

-I don't want trouble. Just go. -Pilar! Pi--

Let's get to the OR.

Come on.

Hypotensive, Doctor.

Saline.

The necrotic area is much larger than expected.

-He'll need an LD flap. -Pilar?

What are you doing here? You can't be here.

If you continue with that incision, there's a chance of flap failure.

And we can't take a risk at this time.

This isn't about you or me. This is a patient's life.

The patient and his family specifically asked that you not intervene.

There's a lawsuit pending.

If they find out that you're here, we're both in big trouble.

And if I leave now, no flap will save him, and he'll die on the table.

It's your call.

Pilar.

All right, fine. Go ahead.

Thank you.

Let's get his blood pressure up. Saline.

Give him noradrenaline. Be careful.

Let's get him on his side. Quickly, people. Go! Come on.

That's perfect, thanks. Great, yeah. We'll wait for you.

Doctor?

You're looking well, Patricia. I'm glad.

I had a CAT scan.

I'm getting better.

I can't remember the last time I felt this happy.

And all thanks to you.

Patricia, I specifically asked you to wait before doing anything.

Yes.

I imagine you're not used to listening to anyone or taking orders,

but I am your doctor.

-If I asked you to wait before getting-- -I know.

C'mon, Sophie, don't be like that.

This is a celebration. Yeah?

For two reasons, actually.

One, I'm improving. And two, I had an idea.

An idea that will benefit you and the hospital.

We're making a video.

-A video. Just a short one. -What? A video?

-In and out. -Yes.

People need to know a miracle is happening in their backyard at Sorolla.

-We have to get the word out. -With scientific language, to be sure.

-Of course. -This is insane.

I'm not a fan of your tone, Doctor.

But for now, I'll let it slide. Because we're celebrating.

Don't worry about anything.

I'll make sure that nothing we do compromises any of your research.

Oh my God.

I don't get her.

-You take care of her, okay? -That's it.

Very good. We're almost finished.

Let's see.

-Looks great, Quique. -Thanks.

Pere, check the diuresis on bay 8 when you're done.

Sure, I'll be right over.

It's bleeding a little, but… otherwise… it's pretty good.

Cristobal's gonna be okay.

-They're withdrawing the lawsuit. -Wonderful. I'm glad to hear it.

Quique.

It was shitty of me not to defend you to Amaro.

I apologize.

Okay. So, your apology is worth as much to me as your word.

Fucking nothing.

Let's remove the IV line from this one and discharge him.

Yes, Doctor.

I talked to Pilar.

And?

I told her I deserved the blame and asked her to scrub your record

so you could operate again.

What did she say?

She said no.

But she did take the offense off your record.

She's keeping you here for three weeks.

Then you're back in the OR, just like that.

And… are they letting you continue the afternoon operations?

No. But I'll figure something out.

Quique.

-Next time, you should use intradermal. -Huh?

-You know, for the wound? -Ah.

Yeah, yeah. Thanks.

-Intradermal… -Don't tell me you like the guy.

What are you talking about? Come on. After the shit he pulled?

And besides, it's not like he's my type.

No?

I mean, he's pretty hot.

He's a narcissist who thinks only about himself,

and he ruined your life.

Seems like your type to me.

Seriously? Come on. What? As if I could like him.

Alfonso.

Start on a shot of her walking.

Alfonso! I'm busy. We're just about to shoot.

Patricia, what happened with Sophie Lafont?

Nothing.

Hang on a minute. How do you know Sophie?

I don't know what it is you said or did, but whatever happened,

I need you to back off.

I'm sorry, are you threatening me right now?

I'm advising you to let it lie.

Alfonso, what are you saying? She's… What's going on?

I'm telling you this as your friend,

let it go.

But why?

I mean, at least give me something. Who is this woman?

How much power could she possibly wield

that she can get the president of the party to call me up?

Thanks, Patricia.

Oh, he hung up!

-He hung up on me. -You all right?

Pack it up.

-Excuse me? -Call it off, dammit!

The whole shoot! The whole damn thing!

Dr. Santapau.

-What is it? -One's having trouble breathing.

She was fine. She was doing some Pilates. All of a sudden, she couldn't breathe.

-I can't… breathe. -Hey, it's okay.

-You're fine. You're okay. Just lie down. -I can't breathe.

-Take her to one of the rooms! -Yeah.

And just in case, I asked for an MRI for confirmation, and…

it's much worse in the ultrasound.

The fetus has a tumor.

-Mm-hmm. -That's the cause of the polyhydramnios.

There's more amniotic fluid,

which is making it difficult for the patient to breathe.

But she's 21 weeks pregnant.

And the fetus can't survive outside the womb until week 22.

Yeah.

But if we don't remove the tumor,

she'll give birth prematurely and lose the baby.

Logically, we should carry out an abortion.

But she won't allow it.

We could always attempt to operate.

Operate on the fetus?

Is that possible?

It carries a lot of risk,

but if the mother won't abort, it's her only option.

What do you think?

Will you operate on me?

The primary surgeon will be Dr. Santapau, but I'll be there too.

And Dr. De Felipe will be helping out as well.

You're in good hands.

Now just try and get some sleep. Yeah?

Thanks.

-Leo, let's meet the anesthetist. -Biel.

I was looking forward to meeting you.

Obviously not in these circumstances.

Sorry, do we know each other?

Your dad didn't say anything?

Why the hell didn't you tell me before?

You haven't exactly made it easy for me to talk to you.

They say that Néstor is an exceptionally gifted surgeon.

Is that true?

Yes.

But it's still a high-risk operation.

The most advisable thing to do would be to abort.

Biel.

That's your brother.

We're not gonna terminate.

Holy shit. So now you wanna be a good dad?

You are just unbelievable. Wow!

Look, it's not the best time for me right now.

But one day, I want to meet up, and we'll talk it over.

I'll explain… everything. Okay?

Yeah, fine.

Great, you wanna talk about it? Let's talk about it.

I'll go first.

You're a piece of shit.

When I was a kid, I thought I was gonna die.

And you just abandoned us.

And where the fuck did you go?

I needed help from my dad. And where were you?

And now you just walk in here, to where I work, and you wanna talk?!

You wanna try and fix things?

-Biel… -No, you don't get to talk to me, 'cause…

Because there's nothing left here to fix.

You're nothing to me, and you and I are nothing. Nothing!

You hearing this?

You get it now? Fuck!

Pay close attention.

This procedure will be a great learning opportunity for you.

Biel.

I understand your family is making this complicated.

But once we're in there, we have to focus on the operation.

Can you do that?

Sure. You can trust me.

All right then.

Uterus is clear.

Clamp.

May, you do the cut.

Scalpel.

All yours.

Proceeding with the extraction.

Do you wanna do it?

-Me? -Yes.

Go on.

Saline and gauze.

Biel?

Foley catheter with crystalloid solution at body temp.

You okay?

Proceeding to resection the tumor. Surgical loupes and scalpel, please.

-Are you okay? Is there anything I can do? -Uh…

No, I'm okay.

But thanks.

They're in good hands, I promise.

Yeah, but it's still ironic.

That Biel's so involved.

-You don't get along? -Pfft.

Biel hates my guts.

But I can't blame him.

A few months back,

Biel told us he had cancer when he was quite young.

And I bet he told you I wasn't there to help take care of him?

I was a terrible father.

Hmm.

I don't know.

Biel's… been holding a grudge against me for years, and I…

I don't know. Don't know why.

I don't know what to do.

He won't hear me out at all.

What possible reason is there to abandon a child in need?

I don't know.

Maybe…

Maybe his pain is what I couldn't deal with.

I don't know why I'm telling you all of this.

The waiting-room effect is real.

If I stay a bit longer,

maybe you'll tell me your secret plans for upgrading Sorolla.

I need to know if I'm going to be the new director, after all.

Ah.

Glad to hear.

Let's close it up.

Can you do it?

Surgical loupes off.

We'll have to monitor the fetus during the pregnancy

to make sure the tumor doesn't grow back.

Of course.

-What's wrong? -The fetus's heart rate is below 100.

-Check the amniotic fluid. -Looks like it's leaking.

If she gives birth now, the fetus isn't going to survive.

But if she doesn't, we could lose her too.

The patient is becoming hypotensive.

She doesn't wanna lose the baby.

And she won't. Let's use a transvaginal blood patch.

Leo, we have to try.

-May, sew her up. Biel, help her. -Absorbables 3.0.

-Scissors. -Forceps.

Hold here, Biel.

-You got this, May. -Yeah, I'm on it.

Two syringes. 10 ccs of the patient's blood.

You're doing great.

Come on.

-Go, May. -Yeah, I'm on it.

Cut.

-It's done. -Lift her legs so I can get access.

-You got it? -Almost.

We'll inject her own blood vaginally so it coagulates and forms a plug.

-The baby's heart rate's dropping. -All right. Let's go.

She's still losing fluid.

I don't know if we can wait for the blood to coagulate.

We have to make a decision right now.

We'll hold on.

We completed the resection of the tumor.

There was a rupture of her amniotic sac, but we managed to get it fixed.

They're both fine.

Thank you, Son.

Thank you.

It's a cause for celebration, but we're not out of the woods yet.

We have to look at all her follow-up tests and see if there's any risk.

-She's in the recovery room now. -Yeah.

She'll need to stay for a few hours. After that, she'll go to ICU.

Scalpel, please.

Jésica, are you okay?

You took quite a hit there. We'll prescribe you some painkillers.

Check his stitches.

Silvia, the guy in bay 6, his saturation is low.

-It's a bit weird. -Okay.

-Thanks. -Back in five minutes.

Thanks a lot. Great job today, guys.

Here. For you.

Two teas, because they don't sell doubles. There's no wine in the vending machine.

Thanks a lot, Blanca.

-Tell the pharmacy guys to come down. -Sure.

If nothing else, we know one thing.

We can't keep working like this.

I don't know if we should be begging the man for help again,

or… if we should just do what he says.

-Here. -Thanks.

Whoever gets in, gets in. And whoever doesn't…

Because otherwise, I'm not gonna make it.

-What is that you're taking? -Lorazepam.

-Gotta calm down a bit, because… -Hmm.

-You want? -No.

I'm gonna take a hot shower,

I'm gonna stare at África's little face, and be just fine.

Yeah, sure.

Girl, we've been through a lot. It's better to just… take it.

Try one and see how well you sleep tonight, okay?

Don't suffer more than you need to.

How was it, coming back? It's all going well?

It's all good. It's great.

But you were right, my scar…

My scar's bothering me a lot.

And I was thinking maybe it would be better if I…

stayed in the office for now, like doing admin, or--

I wanted to talk to you about something to that effect.

About what?

Nicolás wants me to become the director of Sorolla.

And I said yes.

That's amazing, Pilar.

Congratulations.

I'll be recommending that you become the new head of surgery.