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Hey!

What, you forget your floaties?

Patricia told me it was a pool party.

Yeah, come in.

What's this about, anyway?

You're gonna love it. Come on, she's out on the terrace.

Ah!

Well, I wasn't expecting you to dress up like a lifeguard.

Mitch Buchannon.

-What? -The guy from Baywatch?

-Ah. -You've never seen it?

Oh, and this is Ximo. Ximo, Dr. Moa.

-How's it going? -You're also part of Lafont's research?

-Mm-hmm. -So? How's it going?

We're fighting cancer and making history.

Great.

-No one else got a sense of humor? -Yeah.

No, no, we all love jokes, but…

-You all right? -Here. Over here.

-Help, please? -The side effects are messing me up.

-Oh, yeah? -Mm.

I thought Sophie said there were no side effects?

-Well, I got all of them. -Can I take your glass?

Nausea, dizziness, vomiting… It's like I'm pregnant.

No, it's because you were stuffing yourself with canapés. I saw you.

That's just the joint. It made me hungry.

-Right. -All right, well…

I'm gonna eat to settle my stomach.

-Careful with the weed. -Take it easy with that shit.

-Ah, it's just one day. -Don't be a stick in the mud.

Nice to meet you. And you know, you could've mentioned it was a pool party

where no one is actually intending on getting in the pool.

Who knows? These folks get pretty wild.

-Everybody's staring at me. -Come on. They're not staring at you.

-They're staring at me. -No, they're staring at me.

-Gonna go get a drink. -I'll go with you.

-No, I'm good. -I insist.

-Well, you're looking pretty happy. -How could I not be? I mean, honestly…

Do you know how long it's been since I've gotten any good news?

It's a celebration.

-Did you invite Sophie? -Invite Sophie?

-Mm-hmm. -No, no, I did not invite her.

I need a break from that woman. I see her more than Emilio.

-Wow. -How about this, then?

-Yeah? -I'll mingle for a bit longer.

I'll go get my bikini…

and we'll go for a swim together. What do you say?

Someone get a doctor!

-Get him out of there! -Oh, no!

Biel, help me.

Lay him down.

Back up, give us some space!

-What happened? -He's not breathing.

-Emilio, call an ambulance. -On it.

Hi, we need an ambulance right away.

A man fell in the pool. He's not breathing.

BREATHLESS

Here, Ximo. This'll help.

Rocío?

Look, I'm sorry, Néstor, but it's gonna be a bit longer.

There's a COVID outbreak on top of the rhinovirus,

and we're slammed in here.

-I can take care of him. -You sure?

-Okay. Let me know if you need anything. -We'll be fine.

Ximo, I'm going to order a CT scan, a blood test,

and ask that you stay in observation for a while.

But I'm fine, Doc. Don't worry.

You're not. Just let them check you.

Don't be a pain now. It's for our peace of mind, okay?

I'm gonna check your radiological tests as well. In case it's somehow related.

Something to do with the cancer.

But Sophie said the tumor was so, like, small she could hardly see it anymore.

There's no harm in a second opinion. Hmm?

I'll go check the computer. Be right back. Biel, come with me.

Excuse me. Coming through.

ACCESS DENIED

-What's going on? -Dunno. It's locked me out of his records.

Here, let me try to get in.

What the hell is this all about, Biel?

-She blocked my access to her patients? -I'm looking for Ximo Balaguer.

There's Sophie.

-He's in bay 2 in the ER. -Bay 2?

Sophie.

-With who? -With Néstor. Here he is.

Is Ximo all right?

He suffered hematemesis, lost consciousness,

and fell in a swimming pool.

When we got him out, he wasn't breathing.

We should run some tests, make sure we rule out a possible tumor relapse.

Thank you so much for everything you've done, Dr. Moa.

I'll be taking care of Ximo from here on out.

Biel.

Can you help me?

-Good morning, everyone. -Good morning.

Sorry I'm running late.

Well, I'm sure you've all heard the news by now

that I'll be replacing Dr. Amaro as the new chief of surgery at Sorolla.

Hopefully, I can live up to Pilar.

Okay. Let's get started.

Uh, sorry, Jésica? You've got Amaro on an operation tomorrow.

Yes.

Well, you know what Pilar's like.

She takes on a new role

but still wants to operate from time to time.

That's her.

You're not in the rota. Are you not operating?

No.

No, I think I should…

It'll be better if I take some time to adapt to the needs of… my new position.

Mm-hmm.

If it becomes necessary, of course, I'll operate.

Let's go to work.

Yeah, you do have a bit of a fever.

-And you have pain in your chest? -In my wound.

I had an operation last week.

Let's see.

-Ah! -Uh-huh. It hurts?

I'll prescribe some antibiotics for you.

Doctor, is it possible you did my surgery?

-And… you work in the ER too? -Well…

You're working too hard.

-Oh, yeah. -Oh, please don't give him any ideas.

You do that and he'll start begging for a vacation, and we need him here.

-Yeah, she's right. -Coming through!

Sara?

Wait there.

We've got a male patient, 60 years old,

lacerations to the face and total loss of the right hand.

Okay. Take him to resus and call trauma. What happened to him?

Maritime accident.

He was on a boat, went overboard, and got hit by the propellers.

-And the hand? -Here.

Oh, shit, shit! Look at the hand.

-Quique, please. -This is bad.

Oh, shit.

Keep him close to the bed.

Right, let's go.

Blanca, hold the arm.

Okay. Respirator.

-We ready? -Yes.

-One, two… three. -Go.

Massive hemorrhage protocol, people.

Can you start with the tourniquet? He's losing a lotta blood.

I'm on it. Hey, Pere, call the blood bank.

-Yeah. -Starting to necrotize.

-I don't know how long it'll last. -The OR will take care of the hand.

-We just have to make sure he doesn't die. -More ice.

-I'll clean the wound. -How long's the tourniquet been on?

Forty-one minutes.

-Okay, Pere, ask them about a hemogram. -Forty-two.

-Right. More Ringer solution. -Yeah.

Trauma called and said we had an amputated hand. How is he?

Right. Hypotensive. BP 80 over 50. Heart rate 110.

Makes sense. He's got more blood out than in. Let's get him to the OR.

And what about his face? Pretty messed up.

And you can't operate on two things at once.

Oh, watch me. Let's go.

Hmm.

Rocío, we're running out of beds.

And patients with rhinovirus keep coming in. What do we do?

Oh, shit… Um…

We better ask for more gurneys and put them in the hall.

-Not much more we can do than that. -Yeah.

You can't block access to records, even if they are your patients.

I believe I made it perfectly clear

how important discretion was in my line of research?

More important than saving lives?

You don't have to worry about that.

Let me worry about saving my patients' lives.

Yeah? Will you be here for them if something goes wrong?

Any time of the day, any day of the week? Will you?

Listen.

Why don't you enjoy the rest of your day off?

And build your little sandcastles.

Or splash around in the ocean with your floaties.

Or whatever you like to do.

And let me work in peace.

They just took Ximo.

How'd it go with her?

It's like talking to a brick wall. She does whatever the fuck she wants.

What's on your mind?

-I think something's wrong. -What?

She's hiding something. I don't know what.

But we can't trust her. Something about her…

It's off. And I should know. I can tell when someone's lying.

It's part of my job.

What if… her research isn't real? I might be getting worse.

Patricia, you have nothing to worry about, all right?

I personally reviewed your CT scan. Okay?

Thank you.

I've been asking around about Lafont. No one says a damn thing about her.

Maybe you can try asking?

I'm still in contact with some colleagues who worked with her.

-I can at least try. -Hm.

I'll make a couple of calls and get back to you.

Right.

-Pilar, I know you're getting settled in… -Come on in. No need to knock.

I'm sorry, but the ER is collapsing. I really need your help.

My first day and the ER is collapsing.

-What's going on? -"What's going on?"

We're out of beds, we have no supplies, and we're understaffed.

And the only solution offered by Nicolás

is that horrible cap system that'll leave people…

-Hey, wait. What cap? -If they're forced to go to…

Rocío, please. Please!

What cap? What are you talking about?

He didn't tell you about the cap?

No.

Putting a cap on the ER is insane. It can't be the only solution we have.

This "insane solution" of a patient cap, Pilar,

is what will make it possible to balance the budget.

But the ER is an essential service.

You can't just reduce it to a bare minimum with no other alternative.

Avanza Salud demands a certain profit margin annually.

If we increase the ER's budget now, we'll have to make cuts elsewhere.

What about all the money going to gynecology and obstetrics?

-We could spread that around. -Look, Pilar.

The government will pay us 3,600 euros for each birth at the hospital.

If that birth doesn't have too many complications,

it costs us… 1,500 euros.

Now you do the math.

Pregnant women and their families

find the improvements to obstetrics attractive.

Sorolla becomes their hospital of choice. It's an investment in our future.

The ER isn't profitable, I suppose.

The place is practically a money pit. You know that.

You get people coming in with a cold,

and people coming in who need everything under the sun.

And the government pays us the same for each one.

In fact, I'll tell you a little secret.

After obstetrics, we'll be investing in fertility.

It's a gold mine. I'm telling you.

I-- I-- I don't think we should be doing this, Nicolás.

-It's just not right. -Pilar, this is the will of the market.

"The market…"

-Right. -I never said it would be easy.

If you want more staff in the ER, you'll need to make cuts someplace else.

The decision is all yours.

-Yo, you suck. -Shut up, you're distracting me.

Whoa, you seriously fell for that?

-Yes! I won! -No, come on, man.

You had the best fighter. Anyone can win with him.

Yeah, except I kicked your ass with them all.

So? Wanna go again?

-Yeah. -Fight.

Hey, anything happen with that girl from Insta?

Nah, pretty much nothing.

What do you mean, nothing? You've been talking about her for a month.

Is this about tomorrow's operation?

Yeah, why bother messaging her back when I could be dead tomorrow, you know?

What are you talking about, man?

You're not dying, first of all.

Look, I'll be there with you, making sure everything goes well.

Oh, well, if you're as bad at surgery as you are at this game,

I'm completely fucked.

Well, I mean, it is a bit like the game, isn't it?

One level at a time, one day at a time. You know?

Look, if you like this girl, message her now.

I'll make sure we beat the final boss.

All right, Mr. Cringe.

-What, "Mr. Cringe"? -You're talking about fights and levels.

-Hey. Hey, hey, hey! -You're a nerd. You're a nerd!

Come on. This next one's so sick.

Let's do it.

Holy shit, dude. This is nuts.

Holy fuck.

How did he even do this?

Oh, wow.

-Impressive, right? -Oh, shit!

Oh, fuck, Jon. You scared me.

Yeah, it's pretty impressive.

You were right after all.

-You can't do both at the same time. -Yeah.

I had to do an ectopic replantation. Couldn't have the hand die.

It's amazing. I would've loved to see you in action.

There's still time, you know.

We're re-implanting it tomorrow. Come watch.

I would, but they don't let me near the OR.

Thanks to you.

Hey, come on.

What do I need to do to win your trust?

Hey, come on.

Give me a chance. Just one.

I'll buy you a beer after work, and then we'll see.

And "we'll see"?

-Yeah, we'll see. -And what does that mean?

I don't know, we'll have some dinner, we'll have a beer, go from there.

Right.

Uh…

-No, thanks. -Just like that?

-No. -No?

-Well… -Sorry. It's not like the ER is chill.

-We're pretty busy. -Yeah.

Yeah, I bet the ER's busy.

Pilar. How's your first day been?

It's been a little wild. I'm beginning to regret accepting at all.

Anyway…

I think I'll need you to step in for me for tomorrow's operation.

I'm just so busy. I can't make it. I just can't do it.

I'm not sure I can either. Uh…

I won't have much time to get prepared, honestly.

It's just an appendectomy. You could do one… with your eyes closed.

I'll move things around and ask Dr. Gallego.

-That way, I can-- -Jésica.

I offered you this position

because I thought I was leaving the department to someone like me.

I never quit operating.

-You okay? -Sure, yeah.

Of course, I'll do it. It's not a problem.

Thank you.

Yes. Yes, Jésica, everything's fine.

I can take care of the operation, but I think the most logical thing would--

Sorry, I gotta get going.

We'll talk more at home. Yeah. Yeah, love you.

Oh, hey, you okay? Why the long face?

I'm doing great. Can't you tell?

Oh.

Just so I know, how long is this… passive-aggressive thing going to last?

How long is it gonna take you to talk to your son?

I text him, but he never replies. I couldn't say.

You couldn't say? Fucking amazing.

Were you aware that Hugo is suffering from depression?

No! How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me?

Well, maybe if you tried a bit harder, you'd know about these things.

Being his mother and all.

Oof.

JOAQUÍN SOROLLA HOSPITAL

Everything okay?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Did I wake you?

Are you drunk right now or something?

Oh, yeah, after 14 hours in the ER, I went on a bender.

No, May.

I'm just tired. Like, really tired.

Yeah, well, I'm really tired too.

And I don't understand why you won't take maternity leave.

Or at least ask to reduce your hours.

Because if I'm not there, the ER's gonna be completely fucked.

You have a responsibility here too. You get that, right?

I agreed to come back because I can't do this alone. I need help.

I know. You've made yourself very clear. You don't have to keep repeating it.

I'm sorry, what?

That was out of line.

I don't know what I'm saying.

I've spoken to Amaro, and… she promised me she'd find a solution.

We just have to hold on for a little longer.

Fine.

But at 5:45 tomorrow, we're seeing a pediatrician.

It would be amazing if I wasn't the only one who showed up.

And you won't be. I promise I'll be there.

I'll give her the bottle.

Yeah. Finish that, and I'll go take a shower.

How is Ximo?

I left your helmet and backpack over there.

Thanks.

All I know is that he has to spend a week resting

and that Sophie insists everything is going just fine.

Do we have a reason to distrust her?

I talked it over with a couple of colleagues

who crossed paths with her when she was researching in Holland.

Any skeletons in the closet?

No, but all of them thought it was strange that, with such spectacular results,

she was changing hospitals so frequently.

What do you mean?

It seems she's famous for being shrouded in mystery.

All of them thought she was hiding something.

The treatment is working, right?

But the success rates may not be as high as she's claiming.

It's possible that instead of a 60% survival rate in the first 5 years,

it's actually… 20,

or even 10.

And while you've been one of the lucky ones, Ximo…

Ximo what? Is his cancer spreading and no one's realized it?

Uh-huh.

Is any of this actually true?

Or are we just losing our minds?

I don't know. I would need to do a CAT scan to be sure.

But Ximo won't be at the hospital for a few weeks.

And I don't have access to his records. I don't know where he lives.

I know where he lives.

Your heart begins to race, it becomes hard to breathe,

and you feel an impending sense of doom.

In order to help us learn how to manage an anxiety attack,

we're joined today by psychologist Laura Higuero.

Laura, welcome to the program.

Thanks so much, Pedro. I'm delighted to be here.

New message from Lluís.

Jésica? Everyone's looking for you.

The surgery's in an hour. Where are you?

I'm worried about you. Just… please, text me back.

Love you. Bye.

-We're not getting through. -Come on already.

-Oh, fuck. -What's going on?

-Hello? -I don't need this.

Anything on the radio?

Yeah, hon, it looks like there might be an accident.

-Excuse me, what's going on? -I don't know.

There was a massive pileup. I think i-- it's really… terrible.

-Help! Somebody help! -Please help!

Oh, no.

Help!

Move! Move out of the way!

-Miss, just stay back. -Shouldn't we be doing something?

Come on!

Someone get a doctor!

There's been a huge accident. We need an ambulance right away.

Or more than one.

I don't know. Just hurry!

Does anyone know where we are? How far from the exit?

Yes, that's right. Exactly. Hurry!

Oh, no. No, no, no!

-Don't move him, don't move him. -He's lost so much blood.

Ah! César!

Honey?!

Hey! Hey. I'm here. Look at me. Where does it hurt?

I need help! Over here!

Ain't nobody

Got nothing on you

No one I've ever known Has made me feel the same…

Balanzategui.

We're super busy in the ER. You need something?

Yeah. I need your help.

You said you wanted to see the operation?

-Well, yeah, I did. -Then come on. I've already told Rocío.

-Seriously? -Yeah, come on.

-Go wash up. -Yeah, I'll go wash up then.

Hurry.

I really don't care What anyone thinks about it

I really don't care What anyone thinks about it

You make me feel like I'm very special

There ain't nobody ever looked at me

Gauze.

The same way as you

Pretty little thing…

Arterial forceps.

"I want you," want you…

See, Dr. Román? Almost done.

Now I just clamp the anterior artery of the bypass.

How's the blood pressure?

Uh… Systolic is 105.

You wanna cut?

-You sure? -Yeah.

Okay, I'll cut.

Scalpel.

It's this one right here.

Let's see.

That's it.

-Mercedes. -Yes, Doctor.

I'll pass it to you.

Too scared to be yourself…

Yeah.

Is the arm ready?

Ready.

All right.

Holy shit, man. This is fucking nuts.

I really don't care…

What'd I tell ya? Magic.

-Yeah. -We're gonna save his hand.

Forceps and needle holder.

I really don't care What anyone thinks about it

Look, it's normal to be scared.

What're you talking about, man? I'm not scared.

-Oh, no? -No.

No, it's just that I…

Look, I took your advice about the girl from Insta. I messaged her.

-Mmm. -But not because you told me to.

And I don't… Since I left my phone in my room,

I don't know if she ignored me or if she wrote me back.

Well, okay, look. How 'bout this?

As soon as we're wrapped up,

I'll go down first thing, get your phone, and we'll see if she answered you.

Robbie.

-We got a deal? -Yeah.

Deal.

Stay strong, you got this.

Sweetheart.

Get off the road! Make way, everyone, please!

I'm making you a tourniquet.

-Breathe. -Oh, it hurts. It hurts so much.

Take a team. Help clear the way. Stop here.

Nothing to see here. Please, get back in your cars.

-Don't move her, ma'am. Stay right there. -Okay.

-Can you hear me? -Do you have a pen?

-I need a pen. Give me one? -And who are you?

-I'm a doctor. I work at Sorolla. -We're gonna need your help today, Doctor.

Okay, now press hard with both hands at the same time.

Great. Now let me see that.

We're gonna do the car first, okay?

All right. Don't worry. You'll be okay, we're almost done.

-Just breathe. -Ah!

We need to get her to a hospital right now.

David, Sara? Gurney, please.

-Take this lady to the ambulance. -Just breathe. Keep breathing.

You'll be okay. Don't close your eyes.

Keep them open. Look at me. Look at me.

You're gonna go with your mom.

Okay? We'll take you with her. You concentrate on staying awake.

Biel, tie these veins.

Needle holder forceps. Hold here.

Okay.

Saline.

Open it wide. I wanna check something.

They're metastatic implants.

In the duodenum, bile duct, and pancreas.

Fuck. We could resect them with the Whipple procedure?

Too many organs would be damaged in the process.

No, it's effective with pancreatic head tumors.

It's already spread too far, Biel.

-We're going to have to stop here. -No.

No, no. We have to do something. No. There's gotta be something we can do.

Primum non nocere.

Remember?

First, do no harm.

Sew him up.

Needle holder forceps.

I swear, it was fucking wild.

-I'd never seen anything like it. -Hey.

You wanna publish the case?

We could do it, the two of us.

You still think I'm a terrible person, don't you?

Come on, Quique. I'm not Amaro.

Tell me what you're thinking. I won't sanction you.

I'm not worried about that.

I think that you're… that you're a professional.

And that you're a bit of a fucking genius, okay?

And what else?

What else? I think that you're a bit of a troublemaker too. Yeah.

A bit cocky. Arrogant, like…

"I'm Jon Balanzategui. And I'm the rock star surgeon."

You know.

Well…

Yeah, I get it.

I understand now why you won't have a beer with me.

Well, you know…

You're a pretty nice guy too, I guess.

Yeah.

And really, I mean,

I dunno why you're so obsessed with making me like you.

Because at the end of the day,

I'm just a nobody first-year resident, right?

And yes, I did need that money to pay rent, but it's not--

-I'm gonna kiss you. -What?

Do you get it now?

Uh…

Biel, are you okay?

I have to get going.

I need you to talk to Robbie and his parents.

-Me? -Yeah.

-No. -Biel, I know it's hard, okay?

But he trusts you. He would want to hear this news from you.

How do you tell a 14-year-old kid that he's being sent home to die?

When my…

my wife was diagnosed with glioblastoma,

we spent months hoping it would go into remission.

There was nothing we could do.

And when Dr. Blasco walked in through that door,

I just… knew right away.

My world fell apart.

But there's one thing I'll never forget, and that was Dr. Blasco.

She held my wife's hand and gave her the news.

Biel.

Robbie will be grateful that you're the one who's here to tell him.

Shit.

Biel.

I just heard… about the kid.

-I'm sorry. -Fuck.

You're really keeping a close eye on us.

Yeah.

But it's different with you.

Oh, it's the little dinosaur ones.

You used to love these when you were a kid.

-You remember. -Yeah.

I used to hide them for you to find.

And you would get so excited when they turned up in your backpack.

-You remember? -Yeah.

Of course.

Until one day, I opened my pack, and nothing.

Do you remember that?

Son, look…

I've always said that I…

Well.

I blamed your mother for everything. And that's why I left.

But…

You know, deep down,

I think that maybe…

I was scared a doctor would come to tell me what you just told that kid.

And you don't think Mom was scared too?

And what about me? It was better to walk out on us?

-No. -Man, Nicolás.

-I did the best I could. -No, you were a coward.

-I did my best. -No, you were a coward!

I was a coward, yes.

And I've paid for that every day since.

Biel,

I want to…

If you want, I'd like to reconnect with you.

I'd like to hang out, father and son, earn your forgiveness.

I want to make it up to you.

I gotta go.

-No, I'm just gonna have one, okay? -"One"? Okay.

I know me. If I have more than one…

-Daddy! -One, two, three…

What are you doing here?

She sprained her wrist.

And apparently, only Daddy can make it better.

-Okay. -Do you have time?

Quique! Traffic accident, multiple car pileup.

We need you in the ER!

Right.

Ah…

-My stomach hurts bad. -We're moving you.

-Keep it moving. -Hey.

24 years old, abdominal pain in the epigastric region,

no incised wounds.

Right, well, he's the last one, so let's take him to Sorolla. Come on.

Okay.

Easy up here. You got it?

-Yeah. -Okay. One, two.

Okay, bud, we'll be there real soon.

Let's keep going.

-Miguel, come with me. -Okay.

Another one!

I need a bed!

-Over here. -Thanks, okay.

Thanks.

He's got seatbelt syndrome for sure.

Possible vertebra fractures and maybe abdominal injuries.

Let's see.

Get him on IV fluids. We need biochem and a hemogram.

-I'll call for a CT. -Yeah.

-Carlos, urgent CT scan for bay 7. -Yes, I'm on it.

What are we looking at?

Smoke inhalation.

I need corticoids, Venturi masks, and an arterial blood test, stat.

We're actually all out of masks because of the rhinovirus.

Fine. Bring me whatever we've got back there.

Blanca, when you can, I need two grams of amoxicillin-clavulanic acid,

a third of morphine, and some Ringer solution.

-Then get her in the OR. -All right.

I'm on it, but only one person, you know?

-Pere. Here. -Yeah?

Make sure bay 17 is ready for the OR, okay?

All right. We'll be right with you.

Elena, we need an arterial gas test for the patient in bay 16.

-Blanca? -Thanks.

Rocío, we can't do this. We're already at 90% capacity.

Find them as soon as possible. Okay?

-Tell them to go directly to the ER. -…we are not closing today.

I've got some residents. They're coming in.

Residents? I don't understand. How do we supervise them?

-They're all we have. -Another injured.

-You see? We can't keep up, Pilar. -Where do we take her?

Rocío!

Rocío! It's urgent, please.

-Help him out. -We need help, now!

The tourniquet's been on for an hour, maybe longer.

-Get me some gloves and a gown. -Yeah.

-I'll take care of her. -Right.

I thought you said you knew where he lived?

Uh, right near the pier. Above his mother's shoe store.

Upstairs. I think.

-Relax. We'll find it, okay? -But where is this shoe store exactly?

Well, let's… Maybe we'll ask her. Hi! Miss?

You ask her. You ask her.

Yeah.

Sorry, do you know if there's a shoe store around here?

-Maybe, yeah. Two streets that way. -See?

-Where the green building is? -Yeah, the green one.

-Thanks. -No worries.

Let's go.

Where to?

She says it's near the green building, on the right.

Told you so. We were pretty close, weren't we?

The pier… and…

And the… maybe…

Here.

What's going on?

What's going on?

-She needs a CAT scan. -Yes, Doctor.

Dr. Amaro, we can't keep this up. We're about to implode.

-Why aren't any on-duty doctors here? -They can't make it.

How do we do this?

-The ER is now at capacity. -No.

-We can't admit any new patients. -No, Pilar. Don't do it.

I'm sorry, Rocío. I have no choice.

We have to apply the cap.

Damn it. I don't like how this looks.

-You got an ultrasound? -Yeah.

This is looking really bad.

Fuck, it looks like he's got a ruptured aorta.

Inject him with labetalol. We don't want him bleeding out.

We gotta raise his blood pressure.

Above your head are all the implements you need to intubate.

Sorolla's at capacity. Everyone to the Manises Clinic.

Roger that. Heading to Manises.

Hurry, hurry. He's in a lot of pain.

Come on, come on. Let's go.

Just got word Sorolla's at capacity. We're going to the Manises Clinic.

No, that's too far. We can't. He's not gonna make it. It's too far.

We have to intubate him.

Tita, go slow. I'm about to intubate.

We're gonna need to operate on him here. You're a surgeon, right?

It's his best chance or he's gonna die. He'll go into cardiac arrest.

Okay, intubated.

Hey! Hey, are you a surgeon or not? He's dying.

-Do you have surgical equipment? -Yeah.

Stop it!

Breathe.

Let's go.

Right.

Come on, come on.

Step on the gas, now!

Got it. Here.

I need a clamp, now. More gauze.

Open it. I can't see. There's too much blood.

There's too much. He's bleeding out. I can't see anything.

I need a clamp, please.

-Open it. -Coming.

Wait. Okay there.

-Systolic pressure at 60. Heart rate 150. -I can't find it.

I can't find it. I can't find it.

You have to do it. He's going into cardiac arrest.

I can't find it.

-Hurry! -I don't know. Can't see it.

Okay, okay. I think I've got it now.

-I've got it! -Yeah?

-Okay. -Okay.

-Good. -It's done.

Yeah, you did it, Doctor.

-I did it. -Tita! Step on it, damn it!

Doctor?

I know I was scheduled here, but they needed residents in the ER.

I know you've also been spending plenty of time in the OR with Néstor.

I'm… How do you say it here?

I'm sick of playing second fiddle to your other priorities.

Wait, Dr. Lafont.

Please, if you'd hear my side. The operation was r--

This is Dr. Lafont.

What?

But…

Right, thank you.

Is something wrong?

I need you to come with me, please.

Oh, fuck, dammit.

There she is.

Why wasn't I informed when he arrived at the ER?

He was dead on arrival. Tell me what happened to him.

You know what happened, don't you?

How could I, Néstor? I've only just been made aware.

Strange that yesterday you had everything under control,

but now a boy is dead.

I don't know what you're insinuating, but I don't appreciate your tone.

-Let's not forget that I'm your boss. -Oh, I remember.

Just as I remember the brilliant results of your research.

He was already fragile.

-I wanna see the CT scan. -That's out of the question.

I'll remind you that Ximo was my patient.

What are you doing? Néstor.

Back off, okay? Let's all take a breath.

Damn it. What are you doing?

Jésica?

Are you okay? What happened?

Yeah, no, I'm okay. I was helping.

-You sure? -Yes, I'm fine. Really.

I operated on a man. It was life-or-death in the ambulance.

Okay.

And I did it.

And it went well. I could do it.

That's so great, honey. I'm so proud of you.

Great job.

Oh.

Thank you.

I didn't do anything.

You did. You helped me. Because you were always there.

And you made sure that I was supported, and you…

Lluís, you saved my life.

And you never wanted anything… I…

Because we're a team.

Wait here. I'll get you something to change into. Just wait.

Lluís?

You asked me something a while ago, and I never answered.

So that's a yes?

Yes.

I've already spoken to Ximo's parents.

Is it always like this?

We may not like to admit it,

but the distance from oncology to the morgue is… quite short.

Biel.

Our work takes a long time to bear fruit, that's true.

However, it's important to remember

that our research offers the hope of a future

where people never have to make that walk again.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Dr. Lafont.

Thank you.

Why the suitcases?

We're leaving first thing tomorrow.

You're walking out because I missed the appointment?

-I'm sorry. It's just that… -Look, Rocío.

I'm going to go to bed. I'm exhausted.

Wait, hold on. What did you expect me to do?

Tell my colleagues I'm abandoning them?

No.

Of course not. I'd rather you abandon us instead.

May.

The only way I've been able to…

to cope with everything in the ER is because you've been here through it.

Yeah, you know what, Rocío? I, um…

I think moving in here was a bad idea.

Yeah, because the boundaries got all messed up.

No, the boundaries are very clear. You're always reminding me of them.

What did you expect?

Huh? That I'd move back in with you, we'd hook up, and be totally fine?

Okay. I get it.

I'm so sorry.

I screwed up.

But I didn't know what to do.

And I was so worried about the baby and about you.

About me?

Yes.

-But you wanted to take the baby from me? -Because you never wanted to be a mother.

But I am a mother!

Rocío, do you understand? I am a mother now.

I didn't plan on getting pregnant when I was 26 years old.

I didn't plan on almost dying in an OR.

I didn't plan on having a scar on my stomach.

I didn't plan on waking up every night terrified

that África has stopped breathing!

You hear me?

Rocío, you fucked up my whole motherfucking life!

-I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. -You fucked up my life!

I'm sorry.

I need you, please don't leave me alone.

-Forgive me, May. -I can't take it anymore.

I can't do it by myself.

Please, help me.

You have to help me.

Please, Rocío.

Please.

You dragged me back here.

Hope whatever you have to tell me

is more important than the diazepam that I was just about to take.

AUTHORIZED

Did you steal that from Biel?

I borrowed it. I'll get it back before he notices.

You could get him in trouble.

So you're not interested in Ximo's CAT scan?

Of course, but what if a silent alarm sends a ping to her and she shows up?

Bingo.

What?

-What is it? -It looks like Sophie was right after all.

The metastases were doing much better.

Well!

That's great. Now I know my doctor isn't crazy.

No? That's great news.

Hang on.

What?

What is it?

At the pool party, I noticed Ximo had his appendix removed. You see that?

That's an appendix.

What does that mean?

This CAT scan isn't Ximo's.

Fucking hell.