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I've reviewed her results.

Auscultation is normal. And there are no traces of infection.

Okay.

But she's been on assisted breathing for two days now.

So we should extubate her and make sure that she's able to breathe on her own.

What if she can't?

We'll intubate her again.

There would be a risk of infection, of lung trauma…

Óscar.

Look at me.

It's gonna be fine.

What's your mom like? Huh?

-She's strong. -Yeah, she is.

-Yeah. -And tough.

-I know. -So she's gonna be fine.

-Okay. -Okay.

It's okay.

Here we go.

Come on, Mom.

Hey, Mom.

Momma. Breathe.

Please, breathe.

-Saturation's dropped too low. -Yeah.

Okay.

-We can't… -We can't wait. Let's intubate her.

It's okay. Don't worry.

BREATHLESS

Should I call and say I got sick?

And we'd have to stay here and rest so we don't infect anyone.

But I don't think you and I would get much rest if we stayed here.

I can live with that.

Daddy!

Lola, honey. What are you supposed to do before you walk in?

I'm supposed to knock, but I'm really hungry.

Breakfast now, please?

Okay, let's go, honey. On my way.

Can I get a kiss?

-Put your slippers on, okay? -Okay.

Hello.

Hey.

Sometimes I sleep over at my best friend's house.

Does that mean you're my dad's best friend?

Uh… Yeah. Yeah.

You wanna eat with us?

Yeah.

JOAQUÍN SOROLLA HOSPITAL

Close the door.

We're alone?

No one's here.

-Is this really necessary? -It's better this way.

If Sophie sees us together, she'll get suspicious.

And we need her to keep trusting you.

Hm. That's gonna be tough.

It won't be if you stick to my plan.

-I don't know about this. -It's the only way she'll let you back in.

What do I tell her?

You tell her you need to be part of the trial.

That after all the time and effort you've put in,

you don't wanna be left out because of a misunderstanding.

A misunderstanding?

It'll be better to keep it vague.

She'll know I'm keeping something from her.

Then you have to make her believe you.

-Am I interrupting? -No.

Come in.

Now, what can I do for you?

How are things?

-They're great. And you? -Fine.

You know I haven't seen the place since you moved in?

Oh, I see. What do you think?

It's nice for sure. I like it a lot.

The lab where Sophie Lafont discovered the cure for cancer.

Now, now. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

So, tell me. How does it feel?

Hm?

What is it like?

Knowing your research has put you on top of the world?

Must be… invigorating, no?

It is.

But the view is giving me vertigo.

-Still, it'll be worth it. -That's good.

Actually, I came to thank you.

For what?

For letting Biel participate in all of this.

You have no idea how excited he is.

It's all he talks about. How amazing the project is, how brilliant you are,

how much he loves working with you.

All that makes me think that… the risk I took bringing you to Valencia

and getting you in with Patricia… has paid off in spades.

Thank you.

The patient had multiple bruises on his lower back.

Anything you'd like to say?

We needed multiple attempts to successfully access the spinal canal.

We had an orderly come in and help attempt to immobilize him, but the patient, uh…

He was very agitated. And his son wasn't helping matters at all.

We understand that.

What we don't understand is why Nurse Estévez performed the puncture.

The procedure should be performed by a doctor.

Yes, I know, but… but the thing is…

Dr. Fuster, is it true that you were the doctor in charge at the time?

Yes.

So, was there any reason, then, why you couldn't perform the puncture?

I'm not sure.

Why didn't you then? What happened?

Because while I was trying to calm down the patient's son,

before I could stop her, Blanca had already done the procedure.

Please, just hang on. Blanca, listen to me. Hang on!

-What did you want me to do? -Not throw me under the bus, for starters.

Come on, Blanca. If they had found out what really happened,

you know, they'd have taken my license.

Really?! What about me then?

Because you keeping your license

somehow means I get an infraction and two months without pay.

I can pay the two months. And I'll take out a loan if I have to.

It's not about that, for fuck's sake!

It's about the fact that I wanted to help you,

and all I got for it was a permanent mark on my record!

But more than that? You stabbed me in the back!

As my colleague, but also my friend, which hurts the most.

And yeah, obviously, you're paying me back for the two months.

And you bet that's gonna include interest.

Fuck.

Ugh. Bit more.

-Okay. Here. Like that? -Yes.

-Need anything? -No.

What I'd like is for you… to sit down right here.

And you tell me…

how…

how the treatment is going.

How are you doing?

Good.

I'm doing better.

-And I feel calmer. -Great.

And Neus said that… she thinks it'll work out.

Wonderful.

So then why do you look so sad?

Because you've always been there for me, Mom.

And… to think I could've… lost you…

That didn't happen, though.

I just wanted to see how you were doing.

Why don't you go take a walk outside and get a bit of air?

-Okay? -Okay.

-And bring me some juice, would you? -Sure.

See you soon.

You look great.

After I file my complaint against you,

you're gonna wish I'd never woken up at all, you snake.

Pilar.

Somehow, I knew you'd react like this.

It's a shame, isn't it?

Because I've always felt that… that you and I have a certain chemistry.

What do we do now?

'Cause surely you understand…

under these circumstances, we can't keep working like this… together.

As soon as you're discharged, you should step down as director.

If you think that will make me keep my mouth shut,

you've never been more wrong.

Pilar.

You, more than anyone, knows how difficult it is

to manage a hospital budget.

-What exactly are you getting at? -Well…

It'd be a real shame if certain treatments, like, for example,

electroshock therapy, had to be cut due to lack of funding.

No, you wouldn't dare. No, no, no. You wouldn't do that, Nicolás.

Shh. Breathe. You just worry about getting better, okay?

We'll announce your resignation in a few days. Hm?

Great. Take care.

That son of a bitch.

Doctor.

I wanted to say thanks for the second chance.

Well, I must admit I was surprised.

I honestly didn't think you were capable of stooping so low. But you know…

What is that saying? Was it, "Like father, like son"?

I don't know what you mean.

Do not insult my intelligence, I beg of you.

Look.

Here's your card.

You can start back here today.

Hah!

-Unbelievable. Biel! -I am so sorry, Dr. Lafont.

Wow. I… I'm so sorry.

Just wait here. I'll be back in a minute.

And we'll discuss what we're going to do with you.

I'm sorry!

Hello.

What's with the happy face?

The results of your CAT scan just came back, and it's…

almost perfect.

Barely any traces of metastasis.

Were you expecting otherwise?

No, of course, but it was nice to confirm it.

Let's have a look at that scar.

Take off your shirt, please.

Oh my God.

I can't remember the last time that someone,

a man, asked me to take off my shirt.

-I'm so sorry you have to make do with me. -Mm.

The scar is looking really good.

In two months, we'll put in the expanders.

-Isn't that good news? -Yeah, but…

It's just now that I'm… doing better,

it's my political career that's going up in flames.

-Aren't you being a bit dramatic? -I'm not.

I know Emilio like the back of my hand.

And he thinks I'm going to lose the elections.

And? Would that be so awful?

Honestly, I don't know.

It's what I've been doing my whole life, politics.

Even when I was sure that I was dying,

I just kept working to win.

And… what now?

What are you going to do?

Now I just wanna live.

So, maybe… that's all I need to do, right? Just live a little.

Let myself feel free, and…

who knows, maybe see if you and I can resolve this…

this fucking weird tension we have going on with us.

Oh, I didn't mean to disturb you.

You never disturb, Biel. Never.

I'll leave you to it.

What's going on?

We've got a problem.

-You checked it? -Yes.

-Sure? It was the right computer? -The data's no longer on there.

-It must be saved somewhere else. -On her hard drive.

And she's always got that thing on her.

It'll be impossible to get it without her knowing.

We need proof if we're gonna do this.

All the crucial data from that study will be on there.

What do we do?

Bring in some help.

Excuse me? Do you know where Dr. Fuster is right now?

-No idea. The ER reception should know. -Reception…

-Excuse me, I'm looking for Dr. Fuster. -No. Sorry, ma'am.

Hey, do you know where Dr. Fuster is, please?

-You don't get to choose your doctor here. -No, no. I'm not…

Okay.

We need a doctor right now! This man needs a doctor!

Uh, excuse me? Someone?! Please, it's an emergency!

This guy needs attention. Can you help him?

Yeah, I'm coming. Just give me a second.

I don't have time for this.

Hey! That's confidential.

-What are you doing? -Yeah, but it's an emergency.

Let me call a doctor.

No, it's epiglottitis. He's choking. Bring me some gloves.

-No. Hey, put that back. -I need you to get me a crico set. Stat.

His O2 sat is dropping. We do it now or he won't make it.

Come on, blast the oxygen.

Hurry. I need 8 mls of dexa and 2 grams of amoxiclavulanic.

We shouldn't do this here.

This man shouldn't have been left alone. But hey, that's life, isn't it?

Pass me the crico set, please.

Good, let's do it.

-Do you want a pad? -No time. Scalpel, please.

Right.

Forceps.

I need the guide. And if you could clean the blood for me.

Cannula, please.

Thanks.

Okay, almost.

Ventilation, please, now.

-Hoo! We got it. -Oh, yeah.

Nice. Great.

-What a fuckin' shit show. -What are you doing?

-Rocío. I know-- -You're Rocío? I've been looking for you.

Hey. So, I'm Lucía Haro,

the new ER doctor. A pleasure.

This guy's good, right?

Segura, who started the campaign as the clear front-runner,

has seen a downturn in her support

since the latest news about Sorolla's management.

Not to mention her courting the far-right party,

Libertad, led by Jacobo Santos.

Oh my God.

…known for his anti-immigration rhetoric.

I told you.

I told you that man was nothing but trouble.

What did you expect?

It was either Santos, or get overtaken by the right.

Fucking hell.

Turn that shit off.

Fuck!

We got a call from Ana Rovira's show.

They wanna do an interview with you to show the voters your more human side.

Oh, great.

My voters don't wanna see my human side. And you don't either.

They wanna see me strong, and tough, and kick-ass.

Sure. But no one's tougher than Jacobo Santos.

So you… need to be softer, or you'll look like Hitler.

How?

What the fuck do I do?

I'm trapped between the far right and the left. Stuck in the middle.

What do I do? Tell me. Just tell me.

We only have two weeks until the elections.

What do we do?

What do we do?

What kind of doctor does a crico in the ER?

One of those new ones sent over by Healock.

-Take this to the OR. -Right.

Who is this?

I'll introduce you, and you can welcome her to Sorolla.

Some welcome. This might be her last day.

Dr. Haro. Dr. Donoso, from surgery.

-Jesi! -Luci?! But…

-What the hell?! -What? You're here?

What are you doing here?

-You know her? -Yeah. We know each other from med school.

-That, and so many other places. -Sorry, but what about the, uh… crico?

We'll discuss it. I'll tell her.

-C'mon. Can we go get a coffee? -We can.

-But I should show you the changing rooms. -I have so much to tell you.

-I can't believe you're here. -Jesi, this is so nuts.

We're gonna get photos of all the new equipment.

And we let everyone know that Sorolla's gynecology department

is the best in the world.

The more people know us, the better.

-It's a good thing. -Yeah.

I didn't think public hospitals needed to advertise, but what do I know?

A little publicity never hurt anyone.

Yep. It also keeps eyes off other services that, for some reason,

aren't doing so great.

Are you always like this? So eager to push away help?

-Doctor, uh, Sader? -Well. Uh, that's quite enough now.

We really appreciate everything that you're doing for gynecology.

We're here to help out. Whatever you need, we'll do it.

Won't we?

-But I'm not putting on more makeup. -They're gonna take close-ups.

Hey, finally, Antonio.

So what did you find out?

What are you doing?

-Doing a suturing refresher. -Hmm.

You think you'll operate again?

That's quite optimistic. Hm?

I'm an optimist too.

Although if I'm being honest, this hospital is testing my patience.

I spend all day putting out fires.

Néstor… Sophie, Jésica, Pilar, you…

It's as if you're making it your mission to complicate my life.

Every day, you bust my balls. I mean, basically.

You know? You're a bunch of hysterics, all of you.

Nicolás, if you need to vent, Neus is just two floors down.

Mm. I could use an ear, to be honest with you.

But I'm not looking for therapy.

I'm looking for the right guy to put out fires for me.

You.

What is this?

You're crazy.

Maybe a bit, yeah.

Because I'm offering the direction of Sorolla

back to the very man who tried to destroy my reputation.

And you think offering me a job is gonna keep me quiet?

No. It wouldn't.

But what might is the guarantee of keeping your medical license.

The position of director is just the icing on the cake.

Hmm.

I was the one who told the board what you did for Jésica.

I can just as easily convince them

that it was all an unfortunate misunderstanding.

-Except I don't trust you, Nicolás. -Hmph.

I understand.

But hey… that didn't sound like a hard no.

Think about it. Okay?

That is, unless you're keen to stitch up training boards for the rest of your life.

Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

Uh. I don't know.

-What happened? -Nothing.

-Come on. -No, nothing happened.

It's just that I was, like… maybe I guess I was feeling bored.

And I wanted a change of scenery. That's all.

Okay, fine. But the thing is, in Madrid, you were all set.

You had an amazing job as a surgeon, and now you're suddenly just here?

In the ER?

-And nothing happened? I don't buy it. -Come on, girl. You know what I'm like.

There's nothing more to say. I just felt like it, really.

I put, like, no thought into it. Besides, I missed the sea.

-Lucía. -I swear.

I don't know.

And you.

I really missed you.

Why didn't you visit for Rodri's funeral?

Um…

I called you.

Yeah.

But it's not the same thing.

I don't know. Um…

I don't know. My life in Madrid was just a total mess then, and I didn't…

I couldn't get away. So…

I'm sorry. Really.

I'm so sorry.

Okay.

Hey.

Girl, what's wrong?

-Aren't you happy we're back together? -Yeah, I'm glad you're here.

But… it was a surprise.

Come on, let's go out. You and me. For old time's sake.

-We could get plastered at Denon. -No.

-And then go dancing. -Denon closed down.

-Hey. -No!

Hello.

Uh… Lluís, uh… Lucía.

-How are you? -Nice to meet you.

-Same, Lucía. -My friend from med school.

-Yeah, that's right. -You'll be working in the ER together.

-Welcome. -Thanks so much.

And he's my boyfriend.

-Cool. -And her fiancé too.

What? No!

No, no, no! Jesi, are you serious?! This is crazy! Why didn't you tell me?

When did it happen? What did you say to get her to say yes?

I thought she'd never settle down. Yay!

I'm persuasive, I guess.

Hey!

Oh. I gotta get going.

Come find me and I'll tell you all her embarrassing stories. I gotcha.

-All right. -Stay out of trouble.

Promise.

Hmm.

-Oh… -"Jesi"?

-Yeah, yeah. -Wow.

Just don't say anything.

-You all right? -Yeah.

Oh, um, the people from the interview called me back,

said they wanted to postpone a few days.

-Why? Wasn't it ready to go? -Yeah, dunno.

They want to release it closer to the election so it'll have more impact.

I think.

Right.

So, I'll… see you later.

Bye.

-I gotta go get changed. -Yeah.

See ya.

Okay, the interview is set for five.

They're gonna ask you about Jacobo Santos. This is important, Patricia.

You have to take a strong stance against his policies,

but reach out to him in some way too.

Hello, hello? Anyone there? Can you hear me?

Yes, hello. I'm here. I hear you, Emilio.

The only thing I don't know is how I'm supposed to both push him away

and seduce him at the same time.

Huh?

What the hell? You can't smoke here.

Excuse me?

The no-smoking laws were my thing. Or did you forget?

Lighter.

Could you be serious? For once?

They called from Madrid.

Alfonso's worried about you. He's thinking of coming down to help out.

What if I don't need him to come down and help out?

Maybe if I quit smoking and take a vacation, I'll be all better.

What are you talking about?

What? What was that?

What the hell is that?

You gotta start making the dish. Hazelnut cream. That takes the longest.

Check the cuts of tuna.

-No. The tuna. We gotta make… -Hey. Pass me the phone. Gimme.

Yeah, give it to me. What's his name?

-Pedro. -Pedro.

Hey, Pedro. How are you?

No. Listen, your boss can't talk right now.

Okay? But he'll call you back. Yeah, very soon.

Oh, yeah. We're almost done. Yeah.

He'll call you back soon. Yeah. Okay, bye for now.

Thanks, Ángel.

-Hey. -Oh, sorry.

I'm Biel de Felipe, resident with internal medicine.

How are you? I'm Lucía Haro, the new ER doctor.

And this is Ángel Muñoz.

-You called me for a cut finger? -Do you know who this is?

He's an amazing chef. How many stars do you have?

-How many Michelin stars? Three. -This'll be our third one.

And he's cut himself twice in three days, right?

Nerves, I guess.

-Sure. -Have your hands been shaking?

Well, like… It was two weeks ago, I guess, and…

I stopped being able to see out of one eye.

But I didn't tell anyone, because there's a lot at stake for us.

Yeah. Right. Let me take a look at you.

Okay.

Okay.

First, I think… it'd be best if we got you a CAT scan.

-See if it needs further treatment or not. -Yeah, okay.

-Dr. Haro was right to call us. -Hm.

-Guys! Take a look at this! -What is it?

-Shit, it's bad. -I dunno.

-What is it? Downtown? -What's going on?

-Is it a fire? -No.

They're saying there was an explosion

while they were setting up one of the polling stations.

Could be a terrorist attack.

Injured patients!

-What do we got? -Coming through!

Severe head trauma. He's unresponsive.

But he doesn't seem to have a spinal cord injury.

-What's he been given? -We started an IV with morphine.

I'll take care of it. Bring him to resus. Get neurosurgery on the phone.

I want him in the OR in half an hour or less.

-Come on. Move, move, move. -Let's move. Get him in here now.

Don't let anyone touch him. He may have glass in his heart.

Rocío, we got more on the way!

Biel, stay with the pregnant woman until gyno gets here.

-Lucía, help Lluís. -I'm on it.

-Let's go. -Careful.

I need to examine you. Can you sit up for me?

Thanks. Breathe through your mouth.

Labetalol. Her vitals are too high.

-Yes. -Is my baby okay?

We think so, yes.

His ECG is showing signs of pericarditis.

That's not irregular with this kind of injury.

What's going on?

He's got bits of glass all over from the explosion.

He's hemodynamically stable, but we saw signs of pericarditis.

Have you done a pericardiocentesis?

No.

In Madrid, we did a study that showed that for mild to moderate effusions,

it wasn't really necessary.

I didn't think there was much of a point, to be honest.

Hm.

But if the ultrasound shows pericardial effusion,

that's grounds for exploration in surgery.

-Right, but the thing is-- -Why isn't he in there now?

I didn't think we had to.

-When you're finished, take him to the OR. -Yeah.

Of course. Yeah.

Jésica.

-Jésica, wait. I'll… I'll help you. Yeah? -No, stay here.

-I've done it a thousand times. -Lucía, stay here.

Our surgeons don't need to be micromanaged.

They're perfectly capable.

You're an ER doctor. Stay in the ER.

Yeah.

-Yeah. -Right.

-Bye. -Mm-hmm.

Don't worry. There aren't any secondary injuries from the explosion.

That's a relief, thanks.

Could one of you call my husband?

Yes, of course. And he can come see you when we're done.

You look familiar.

You helped me when I was pregnant with my first two children.

Ahh.

And… who's following up with you this time?

Oh, no one at Sorolla. They… referred me to Santa Margarita.

That far?

Yeah, I don't know why.

Hmm. And you had all your checkups done there as well?

To be honest, it's hard for me to get there without a car,

so I skipped a couple.

So you haven't had your 20-week ultrasound?

No.

Why? Is something wrong?

The most serious cases have been put under observation.

But since they're talking about more attacks,

we've postponed all elective surgeries.

And so what?

That keeps the operating rooms free in case we need them.

But the victims, Nicolás, how are they doing?

They're stable. Though some are in critical condition.

What the hell's going on now?

Code red! Listen to me, everyone, please.

We're evacuating the hospital. Anyone who can walk, follow the nurses.

Orderlies pushing the gurneys. Lucía, I need you to help those patients there.

Lluís, with the monitored patients. Everyone else, out.

Come on, let's go.

We need to get out of the building, but no rushing.

-We go one at a time. Okay? -You heard her. One by one.

-Let's go. -Understood.

-All right. Let's go. -Let's go.

Doctor, didn't you hear the alarm? Code red.

-A code red? -Right. Let's move. We have to leave. Go!

-We're gonna need help. -Doctor, please.

Give him a mask and keep him under observation in the ambulance, okay?

Thanks.

-Patricia! What's all this? -Could be a fire, but I have no idea.

We've gotta get to the polling station now.

They're linking the attack to the far-right extremist groups.

We need to get ahead. We need to make a statement.

-What are you saying? -Come on.

Don't be so dramatic. Nicolás, I have to go.

I'll take care of this.

Keep to the side, please! We need to keep the exits clear! Got it?

-Nicolás. Do we know what's going on? -I'm talking to the police right now.

Keep moving, please! Outside! Let's go! Move, move!

Uh, wait. Just a moment, just a moment.

-Okay, but we need to keep moving. -Dr. Moa.

-Keep going. -Do you know where Biel is?

I can't find him.

-He wasn't with you? -Could I have your attention?

It was a false alarm! We're all clear!

I can confirm there's no fire, and there's no bomb threat. Okay?

Go back to work. Everything's fine.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Hurry.

Doctor! Doctor!

Doctor, please.

Your patient is anxious. She's asking for you.

I need to check something. It'll just take a moment.

You have to stay with your patient, please.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Doctor, please.

Let's go.

Madam President, have you spoken to the victims' families?

No, not yet.

But I want to send all my support to the families of the deceased.

A far-right group has claimed responsibility for the attack.

Do you have a response?

Yes, I have something to say. I know everyone is waiting.

The entire country's listening.

The most important thing is to let the security forces continue their work.

It's too soon to comment on these events because we still don't know what happened.

Uh. Well, what I can say is that I am completely and absolutely

against violence. And--

Do you plan to proceed with the election?

You haven't distanced yourself from Libertad.

-No more comments or statements. -Thanks so much. Thank you.

Thank you all so much.

What's the protocol?

Madam President!

Segura's a fascist! She's friends with Libertad!

…siding with fascists!

Fascist!

-Are you all right? -Give me a tissue.

Fascist?

Fascist?

That's what you think?

I am the president who has taken the most measures

to protect the vulnerable among us.

I've spent my whole life carving out a place in a man's world,

proving that being a woman doesn't mean I'm worthless!

I'll show you.

A moment ago, you asked me if we were going ahead with elections.

Under the circumstances, I think the most reasonable thing…

is to carry on like we planned.

This Sunday…

PATRICIA SEGURA'S STATEMENT AT AZORÍN SCHOOL

…the polling stations will open.

From this day forward, the Azorín School will become the emblem,

as well as the very heart, of our democracy.

And to show that we are not afraid,

I'll be right here standing side by side with the voters.

Our courage will never falter, because we're stronger than their bombs.

Together we're gonna fight their fanaticism

with our voices and our votes.

-Thank you very much! -Move. Thanks.

Did it work? Do you have it?

I didn't have time to download everything.

Unbelievable. I risked my career setting off that alarm for you.

Pilar, we have what we need.

Sophie has been claiming a five-year survival rate of 60%.

Whereas the interim analysis is showing only 40.

Well, good then. We have enough.

-You all right? -Yes, yes.

Okay, so… When should we inform the ethics investigation committee?

No, no, no. All that would take months, and besides,

they would inform her first, which would give her room to maneuver. No.

I think our best option… is to call the police.

No, no. We can't do that.

If we report her to the police, then they'll halt the trial.

What did you think was gonna happen when you asked me for help, Biel?

I expected the interim results to be worse.

That only 10% would be cured, but her treatment is working.

40% is not the 60% Sophie promised.

She's lying, Biel, and she's killing the rest.

But everyone, all of her patients, they were terminally ill before the trial.

-This treatment is their last hope. -I understand, I do.

But Sophie has crossed every boundary in bioethics there is.

These people can't keep getting away with this.

They act like they're above everything, can do anything,

and I can't take it anymore.

What do I say to the ones it's working for?

What do I do?

Do I tell them that since they're only in the 40%,

we're gonna let them die?

If you don't report her, I will.

-Pilar. That's not fair. -Okay.

-Enough. Enough. -You can't do this to them.

Right, okay. Okay. Listen.

I agree that something has to be done.

But surely, there's a way for those currently benefitting from the treatment

to continue doing so.

I suggest we all sleep on it tonight.

We'll discuss the matter again tomorrow morning. Okay?

Oh, for the love of God.

What's up?

My day's been shit.

Well, at least you're going home soon, right?

-No. I have to talk to Nicolás. -Hm.

-The pregnant lady from the attack? -Yeah?

The fetus has Fallot syndrome, and she's past 20 weeks.

Damn, that sucks. Why wasn't it detected sooner?

The mother has a history of high-risk pregnancies.

And I just found out

Nicolás has been referring the more complicated cases to other hospitals

to make Sorolla look better.

I can't believe it.

Well, you know, we all have to make sacrifices,

whether we like them or not.

And this five-star service we offer is pretty expensive.

Do you even hear yourself right now?

Listen, it's getting late.

Um… Okay.

From now on, if you have any problems here,

you let me know. Because…

I'm the hospital's director again.

But…

I just can't.

Have a good night.

Ah!

What are you doing?

You scared me.

Planning on quitting medicine to join Cirque du Soleil?

You wouldn't say that shit if your back felt like this. Ow.

Tough day? With the bomb and all?

Yeah, and I got a second bomb dropped on me today too.

Lucía Haro.

-She's the new doctor? In the ER, right? -Mmm.

-Oh, you know each other? -Mm.

-She's my friend from med school. -Oh, wow.

We were inseparable.

And she's like family, where you love them so much,

but only in small doses because they…

I get it, yeah.

She's been here less than 24 hours,

and I've already put my back out. If she stays, it'll kill me. Literally.

Ah!

-It's just… -Hang on. May I?

-No, no. I'm fine. Really. I'm okay. -You're not okay. She's killing you.

-Yeah, all right. -Here, let me take a look. It'll be fine.

"It'll be fine" are probably the most famous last words in history.

-Oh, shit. It's bad. -Yeah.

Here. Right? Yeah.

Yeah.

And…

Right here too?

Ahh.

Okay, that's good.

-I'm all right. -Sure?

-Yeah. Yes, I'm sure. -Yeah.

-Thanks. -No worries.

-Bye. -See you.

-Yeah, sure. Sounds good. -I'm starving.

Hey!

-What's up? -Not much, you?

-Yeah, I'm good. -Yeah?

Oh. Quique, Lucía.

-How are you? -She's the new doctor.

Well, if they don't fire me, because…

-Oh, first day was that bad, huh? -Mm-hmm.

-Did a crico before I signed my contract. -Wow.

Plus, the head of the ER? Totally hates me.

And… I made an enemy of my best friend here, so…

All things considered, not a bad day. Thanks.

Sounds about right.

-Doesn't it? -Yeah.

Want some?

-Yeah. -Sure.

-Yeah. -Here.

What are you up to? Going out for a drink or, uh…?

No, for dinner.

-Ah. -Grab some ramen.

-If you feel like joining us? -Yeah.

It's just that ramen isn't… I feel like something more…

Something stronger, you know?

You know what I feel like? Doing something crazy.

Wow! I haven't been to an amusement park in forever.

That coaster over there? During exams, I used to come here and just like… ah!

-Seriously? -Just scream out all my stress.

-We should ride it, guys. -Yes, yes!

-I'm not getting on that. No way. -Let's do it.

Seriously? What did you think we came here to do? Just watch the rides?

I'll ride anything. We're here to have fun.

-Yep, to have fun. -I'm gonna stay here.

I can watch your stuff.

-No. Boo! -Come on. Ride!

-No, thanks. -Come with us!

Wait, why don't you go, and I'll try to convince him?

-You're such a wuss, man. -Okay?

-I'll text you later. -Yeah, text us. Okay, bye.

-See ya. -Okay? Bye!

You better go after him, I'm not…

-What? -You're not gonna convince me.

Of course I will.

-This isn't good for you. -What?

Getting launched into the air at 100 kilometers an hour?

-Are you serious? -We get dislocations…

We get fractures, crushed limbs…

Are you like this all the time or just when you're having fun?

You're not surprised that there aren't more accidents?

-I guess. -It's a miracle.

I'm just surprised that a hypochondriac like you went into medicine.

What do you mean? I'm not a hypochondriac.

Fine. How about this?

You play that game, and the worst that could happen

is that you look stupid by not hitting a single shot.

Okay? Don't tell me you're scared?

-Oh, no. Are you scared? -Go.

-We doing this? -Yeah.

Okay.

-Hi! How are you? -Hey, guys.

How much is it?

Three shots, five euros.

-Sweet. -Okay.

-Who's shooting? -Thanks.

-Me. -All right, you.

-Yeah, me. -Show me how it's done.

Thank you.

Cotton candy!

-Do I make you nervous? -No.

Okay.

-Oh! -Come on.

-Oh, damn. That was pretty bad. -It's a lot of pressure, you know?

Right, try again.

Right.

You know what your problem is?

You're a control freak.

That's why you're a hypochondriac. But life isn't something you can control.

So bend your knees. Keep your chin up.

Trust me. Seriously. Bend your knees.

Let yourself go. Okay.

No, for real.

More like this.

Deep breath.

Just relax.

-Don't laugh. -No, no.

-Concentrate, okay? -I'm so focused right now.

Okay. If you get this,

you're riding the Inferno with me.

-Yeah? Yes or no? -Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

All right, go.

Why did I listen to you?

Can I open my eyes yet?

Oh, no. Not again. No…

-Sorry. -Excuse me.

-Whoa! -Wasn't that so good, though?

-I almost died. -It was amazing.

-Don't you feel like a new person? -It was so good.

-Yeah, let's go again. -Let's go again.

See? Sometimes you just need someone to push you into doing something crazy.

You're leaving?

Hey, Blanca, I know you and Rocío had some trouble or whatever,

but do you and I have to be weird?

We had "some trouble"?

The "trouble" was that your girlfriend threw me under the bus.

Well, you shouldn't have done that puncture.

Listen, May, I'm just gonna… keep my mouth shut.

Because there's a lot you don't know about.

Really?

Like what?

You mean the pills?

-She told me. I know it was your fault. -Hmm.

She and I don't keep secrets.

Well, since there's no secrets between you two,

she must've told you that I saw her leaving the hospital with your daughter

the night of the blackout.

What?

That bitch.

Once again, Segura has proven herself to be a political mastermind,

distancing her campaign from Jacobo Santos and his party.

After a passionate, spur-of-the-moment speech,

it would seem that she has won over undecided voters.

Amazing stuff! Holy shit! Give her a hand!

Pressure's on, cameras are flashing, microphone's in her face…

She's a miracle worker!

We're gonna win. Come on! We've got this in the bag!

-Okay. -I love you.

-Thank you. -I love this woman right here!

-I'm calling Alfonso right now. Come on! -Thank you.

…with our voices and our votes. Thank you very much.

Oh, she's so good.

I'm here to file a report of endangerment and homicide against Sophie Lafont.