All language subtitles for Respira.S02E01.Cambiamenti.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-G66

Jésica, hold on. Just hold on.

You hear me? I'm here. I'm right here.

-Stay with me, okay? Out of the way!
-Clear the hallway!

Jésica, hold on. Let's go!

Call, Dr. Amaro!

Come on, let's go!

Move! Move! Move! Straight to the OR!

Come on, let's get in there!

We need to anesthetize now. Get the IV in.

-Tell me what happened.
-Crash cart.

I don't know, she just…

I found her bleeding out.
I think a patient attacked her.

-Pilar, you have to save her, please.
-Mask up, Biel. Hurry.

What?

I'm gonna need all the help I can get.
Do you think you can do it?

Hurry!

Yeah.

I don't know where she is. I don't know!
She was right here. I left her last night.

And they must've used the blackout to…
Please help me. You have to find her.

-May, over here.
-I left her here!

What?

What?

That's my daughter!

May! May!

-Rocío!
-Slow down!

-Give her back, Rocío!
-What's going on? She's my daughter.

-What are the police doing here?
-Why did you take her?

Because I found her all by herself
in the middle of a power outage.

-And I thought she'd be safer with me.
-No!

-She's mine. Give her back.
-Calm down.

-She's my daughter too.
-All right. Let's go to the station.

-Let's get going.
-What?

You're not getting
the police involved, are you?

May, calm down.

Gauze.

Suction.

It's worse than I thought. Suction.

Suction here.

-I need a retractor.
-The portal vein is ruptured.

We have to stop the hemorrhaging, now.

-Clamp!
-More gauze.

Compresses, please.

-What's happening?
-Her vitals are all over the place.

Pilar, her heart rate is spiking.
Her blood pressure's dropping.

-She's going into hypovolemic shock.
-I can see that.

I have to finish suturing the portal vein.
This whole segment of liver is lacerated.

Scissors. What do we do?

We have to do something. It's Jésica.

No, this is not Jésica.
We treat her like any other patient.

Because if we panic,
we won't be thinking straight.

-Towel.
-More gauze.

How do we proceed?

What do we do? What do we do?
What do we do in this situation?

Give him the forceps.
We'll need to do a partial hepatectomy.

Remove this whole section of liver?

-More saline.
-Can she survive without it?

We have no choice. Electric scalpel.

This isn't gonna be easy.

Suction on the right hypochondrium.

Gauze.

Suction here, now. Come on.

It's not working.

I need more gauze.

All right. Come on, come on, come on.
She's gonna make it.

If anyone can save her, it's Pilar.

Suction.

Almost there. Suction.

Yeah.

Tray.

Her vitals should be stabilizing.
What's happening?

Come on.

We did it.

They got it. She's okay, she's okay.

Shit.

Yeah?

What?

No, no, no. Wait, wait. Are you sure?

Starting when?

Okay, I understand. I'll call you back.

-What is it?
-What's going on, Lluís?

That was my contact in the government.

What?

They're privatizing management at Sorolla.

-What? When?
-Starting now.

-My God, Patricia. What did you do?
-I don't believe it.

-My God…
-They can't be serious.

BREATHLESS

One, two, three, four…

TWO WEEKS LATER

Yeah!

Hey!

Let's go!

That's it, you got it!

Yeah! Let's fuckin' go!

Come on! Try again!

He's fat and he don't run too fast…

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's it. You got it!

Come on! More, more!

Yeah! All right! Yeah!

…walkin' and a talkin'

Going out of his tree…

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Yo, I fucking love wakesurf, man. Damn!

-The water was perfect.
-Yeah, for sure.

You were right.
It was worth getting up early.

Yeah, but I mean it's not like
we were gonna sleep anyway.

So much noise from something so tiny.

-Oh, yeah.
-She's just like her mom.

No shit.

When do you think
May's gonna move to Germany?

No idea.

But it's not like we can say anything.

Especially… with all the shit
Rocío's been giving her.

Yeah. It's definitely been
a wild couple of months.

You heard anything about Jésica yet?

They're moving her to the ward today.

-Well, that's good.
-Yeah.

Should we get moving?

They're supposed
to introduce the new manager.

-You're paying for the next class.
-Yeah, sure, if I can afford it.

-I'm fucking broke, Biel.
-You're not broke. You're cheap.

Come on! Last one there pays!

JOAQUÍN SOROLLA HOSPITAL

Can I come in?

Okay, so I managed
to get you discharged, and a yogurt.

What kind?

It's blueberry, I think.

Uh, so I spoke with some contacts
at the Health Department.

Needless to say, they're in shock.

Well, they should try
being less shocked. Hmm?

And more on the ball.

Sorolla's going private.

Hmm. You said this was blueberry.
It's plain yogurt.

-Fine. Hand me my…
-What?

-Hand me the…
-Oh, yeah. Your…

-My laptop.
-Laptop.

-Gimme.
-Are you sure you've thought this through?

Like, what do we do with Ventura?

You promised
you wouldn't touch the Sorolla.

Ventura…

Ventura will be fine
as long as he keeps his precious career.

And if he has the guts to release
those pictures, fine. Let him try.

There's more at stake than my image.

All right, fine.

And Jaume says
he doesn't care who runs the hospital.

He said it's up to us.

Have you… thought about who you're gonna

throw under the bus by giving them
this hornet's nest to manage?

I have.

Him.

He's on his way. Hmm?

That's so evil.

Come on.

I wanna go home and get ready.

-We're late.
-No way. We're not.

-We are, look. Everyone's here.
-Fine, maybe, but I needed this coffee.

I'd be a zombie without it.

They're gonna take action against those
who were most vocal during the strike.

I heard those guys from Avanza Salud
are the absolute worst.

So we better get ready for 'em.

But what can they do?
It's impossible to fire all of us.

That's true. Right, Néstor?

Those with a permanent position are safe,
but the rest of us…

Not even then.

If the new management
wants to be rid of us,

there's nothing to stop them.

-That's the real issue.
-Hang on, everyone. Hang on.

Let's stop speculating and remember
that's why we're having this meeting.

-When Mister Nicolás arrives, we can ask--
-No, no. Please, Lluís.

I don't think we need any "Misters"
or "Directors." No formalities, please.

You can call me Nicolás.
Or Nico, if you want.

Hello. I'm serious, no formalities.

I wanna keep everything
as simple as possible.

Well, as you just heard from Lluís,

I'll be in charge
of the hospital's new management.

-You're not fucking serious?
-What is it?

You're probably feeling a little nervous,
but no need to worry.

I'm not overhauling this place
or interfering with anyone's work.

All I'm after is efficiency.

"Efficiency"?

And how do you intend to get us there?

Néstor, right? Néstor Moa? Look, Néstor.

First thing I wanna do
is to get the lay of the land.

I'm not making any rash decisions.

-Hmm.
-So I'll be observing, listening.

Just know, this isn't a test,
and no one's being graded.

I'm not implying
you're doing anything wrong.

Think of this place as a patient.

The more precise and accurate
we are in checking for symptoms,

the sooner we'll find a cure.

"A cure"?

Because you think we're sick, right?

You?

Of course not.

I think the system is.

But if we all work together,
then we can fix it.

But Lluís will still be the director?

Of course, Lluís here will still be
the director of the hospital.

I already told you.
This isn't an overhaul.

Oh, one last thing.

I'll pull some of you aside for talks,
one-on-one.

Nothing formal. It's just to help us
to get to know each other better.

He's saying all the right things.
Maybe the guy's got a point.

I mean, at first, he seemed like an idiot,
but I think he's a pretty good guy.

Huh?

INCOMING CALL
NÉSTOR

And this is oncology.
Now the oncology department is…

-I see, yes. Make sure…
-Just a second. Patricia!

No, no, hang on.
You thought you could make me wait?

You sure took
your damn time getting here, Nicolás.

Come on,
I can't refuse my president, can I?

Well, come in. Come on in.

Thanks.

Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners?

Patricia, have you met Sophie Lafont,
the superstar oncologist?

I haven't had the pleasure. Enchantée.

-Have a seat.
-Nice to meet you.

Sorry for the mess, ladies.
I'm still getting settled in here.

Patricia,

Sophie is one of the best there is.

If anyone can take on cancer and win,
it's her.

And fortunately,
she's in Spain to give a conference

and hopefully to find
some funding for one of her projects.

And I said to myself,

"Wouldn't it be just amazing

if I got her to supervise and administer
Patricia's treatment plan personally?"

It's a win-win.

Yes, I'm quite familiar with antralumab.

I was one of its first advocates.

And while admittedly
the domain of my research has moved on,

it would be an incredible honor
for me to help treat you.

I've been following
your cancer's progress.

And I do believe there's reason
to be moderately optimistic.

-But we should start now.
-Ah!

Oh.

Well, when and where? You tell me.

If it's not too inconvenient,
I'd start with you this morning.

I'm certainly busy,
but I'm sure I can fit you in.

As for where…

Why not here? They know you already.

Here?

-Won't that look suspicious?
-Don't worry about it.

I'm sure that all the oncologists
at Sorolla will be thrilled

to work alongside
someone of Sophie's caliber.

Mmm. Nico…

I don't know.

President Segura,

we're going to cure you.

Franco, the admission.

Biel, I was looking for you.

She'll recover, you'll see.

You did a great job with her.

-It was all Pilar.
-No.

Hey, have you considered
doing a residency in general surgery?

-And drop oncology?
-No, I mean after you finish this one.

I know it seems like a lot of years
as a resident now, but time flies.

Trust me. I couldn't be happier I did it.

Could you put this in for me?

Look, I don't know, Néstor.

Think about it, and if you decide
you want to, I'll keep sneaking you in.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Wait, is that…?

Yo, that's Sophie Lafont.
I don't believe it.

Yeah, yeah. That's… Sophie Lafont, yeah.

What's she doing here?

Her research on CAR-T cells is
the most innovative we've had in years.

You're not wrong.

-Have they hired her on?
-I don't think so.

No, that's impossible, right? That's…
I mean, she's a superstar, right? She's--

-Hey, cool it a bit. I'm getting jealous.
-Néstor, come on.

-This is Sophie Lafont.
-Yes, Biel. I can see that.

Thank you. I think you're
the best professional to treat Óscar.

-Thank you.
-No, I'm serious.

We've spoken about it. Right?

And he wants to overcome his addiction.

And to do that, he'll need…
as much help as we can get.

-Yeah.
-Do you wanna do this?

Or is this just for your mother?

I swear I didn't pressure him, Neus.
This was his idea.

Let him speak, Pilar.

-Yes, of course. I'm so sorry.
-It's okay. Let him speak.

I don't know what's wrong with me,
and I'm scared.

I thought I had it under control,
like everyone else, but…

I don't anymore.

-Admitting you have a problem's important.
-Yes.

And if you're willing to address it,
I'll do everything I can to help.

Right, but…

What we talk about
stays between us, right?

Of course. Absolutely.

Of course it will.

Between her and me, Mom?

Ah! I'm sorry. Then I'll be on my way.

I'll leave you two.

Thank you.

-How high was it last time?
-38.2.

Let's see.

It's gone up.

Don't worry.
We'll bring that fever down, okay?

-But the readings keep going up.
-What's wrong?

-Uh, here.
-Leave it, Rocío. He's taking care of it.

You calling the cops
if I take my daughter's temperature?

Holy shit, you're unbelievable.
Thank God we're going to Germany.

I did pretty well
when you had your freak-out the other day.

-My freak-out?
-Yeah, freak-out.

You were nervous.
It was a tough situation.

But seriously, you need to calm down.

-You're telling me to calm down right now?
-We need to talk like adults.

So condescending.
I know she's your daughter.

-I'm worried about her.
-Please. Guys, the baby.

Could we keep our voices down, please?

What are you doing to lower the fever?

It doesn't seem to be infectious,
but since she's so young,

I'd like to keep her under observation
for a few hours.

You can both behave
yourselves if she stays for a bit?

Excuse me. When you can,
I'll see you both in my office.

Dr. Santapol.

Santapau.

Hmm. Santapau.

-Uh… Do you mind keeping an eye on her?
-Of course I'll stay with her.

Be right back, sweetie.

Your baby goes missing,
and your first thought

is that your partner kidnapped her?

And so you called the police?

-When you put it like that--
-She had a difficult labor.

There was a blackout at the hospital,
so she went to find the baby.

-Pretty normal to have been anxious.
-You don't have to explain it for me.

-I'm just providing some context.
-Yeah, okay.

-I'm sorry.
-No.

-Sorry for being empathetic.
-Empathetic?

-I'm too hormonal to explain it?
-You called the police!

-You took her and didn't tell me!
-I couldn't.

You're supposed to stay away from her!
Honestly, you're unbelievable.

You always bring your drama to work?

Don't get me wrong,
it's entertaining. But, uh…

Well, look. It's just,
we spend so much time here together.

It's normal to have some friction.

Yeah.

Especially when you're dating
someone you work with.

A resident, no less.

I'm not judging.

No judgment. I just want to understand.

How are you feeling?

Pretty bad, a lot of pain.

Two or three weeks of recovery,

and you'll be good as new
and back on your feet.

-You'll see.
-What kind of pain meds am I on?

Because it still really hurts
after two days.

Well, let's see…

I think we can up your painkiller.

Just a bit for now,
and we'll see how it feels.

But you need to be patient.

The operation was more complicated
than we would've liked it to be.

-Yeah.
-You'll get better.

We've had patients much worse off,
and they improved.

We'll let you rest now, hmm?
You let me know if you need anything.

Okay.

Biel.

Just a second.

You were the one who found me, right?

I wanted to thank you
because if it wasn't for you, I'd…

Someone else would've found you.

How are you?

Hmm.

I'll leave you.

Biel.

Thank you.

Really.

You look better.

We were so scared, Jésica.

I'm just glad you were in the best hands.

And that you're a fighter,
even when you're unconscious.

So you got anything you wanna tell me?

Ah… I don't know if you noticed,
but I'm a bit busy right now.

You've got some nerve, Patricia.
I know exactly what you're doing.

In exchange for your treatment,
you sold us out.

And what's more,
you brought in Sophie Lafont.

That "nerve" that you call it,
is what I call "fighting for my life."

And for the lives of all Valencians.

And besides,
Sophie Lafont was not my idea.

-There's gonna be a price to pay.
-Of course there's always a price.

Because our public healthcare
is funded by all Spaniards with our taxes.

I would've expected you to understand
the concept of public funding.

-You honestly think I'll keep quiet?
-Néstor.

This is corruption. Abuse of power.

It's not right, Patricia,
no matter how you try to justify it.

People will find out.

If you're gonna continue
pretending we're at war,

then somebody's gonna lose.

And it'll be you.

Get ready.

Going away, going away, yeah

Going to a higher destination…

Ma'am, I have to examine you.

-To examine, I need to palpate the area.
-No, I'm leaving. Right now.

-Who do you think you are?
-Ma'am, please. Don't go.

I'm leaving.

-Go back to the examination room with me.
-Hey, hey! What's going on here? Ma'am?

He said he had to examine me, but I know
he was using his hands to induce labor.

She's nervous. That's all this is.
You need to listen to me and calm down.

-I'm supposed to calm down?
-I know what's best. Come back, ma'am.

-Please, you're making a fool of yourself.
-Hey!

You should be ashamed!
I'm done with this place.

-Isn't she about to give birth?
-No, she isn't even dilated yet.

She'll be back.

What's happened to you, Murillo?

It's like you're completely
void of empathy.

I get paid to be her gynecologist,
not her friend. Are we done?

Dammit.

We still use cash here.

We're not that modern yet.

Let me get it, please.

Hardly a full meal.

We haven't been introduced.
Néstor Moa. Head of oncology.

Sophie Lafont.

I know you're treating Patricia Segura.
She's… Well, she was my patient.

-So if you need anything…
-Thank you.

You've already done your job, Doctor.

Your article in Clinical Oncology
about the implication of CAR-T cells

in metastatic breast carcinoma
was incredible.

-It sounds promising.
-No, I wouldn't call it promising.

It's soon to be a reality.

Your accent is great, by the way.

What accent?

Welcome to Valencia.

Ah, fuck.

-Dr. Lafont, Mrs. Segura is ready.
-Thank you.

We've got good news.

Your test results came back,
and they look more than adequate.

We can start the treatment.

Doctor, I just wanted to say that I'm…

Well, I'm grateful
for what you're doing for me.

You have nothing to thank me for,
Madam President.

I've done this a thousand times.

Far too many times.

I just mean that this treatment
isn't a mystery to me anymore.

Hmm?

My new field of research is…
Well, it's much more…

interesting.

"Interesting"?

How? Might I have heard about it?

I'm afraid not.

It's currently a phase-one trial,
so it's not been approved.

But it's only a matter of time.

Now, just relax
and let the medication do its work.

I'll be right back.

How could she have gotten an infection?

They can monitor her here and have her
on antibiotics until she's better.

Don't be worried.

I swear I'm doing everything right.

The best I can.

I know.

No one said you're not.

But should you really be leaving?

Maybe you should take some time to think.

May.

Mara, I'll leave this
downstairs for you. Hmm?

Néstor. Do you have a moment?

-Just a couple of minutes.
-I was just leaving.

I'll walk with you.

I'd love to know what you'd change
at Sorolla to improve its management.

And you want me to tell you here?
In the hallway?

Well, a summary would be fine, Néstor.

If you really wanna know,

it's in the proposals
we presented during the strike.

-But I don't think you'll like it.
-All right, I'll take a look.

But is there anything
you'd change in your department?

I don't know.
You brought in Sophie. You tell me.

She's just here
to treat the president, that's all.

And to skip the waiting list
and ignore protocol.

-No, no, no…
-Silvia, this is from room 271.

-Mara will pick it up.
-Okay, thanks.

Her treatment isn't being paid
by social security.

It's being covered
by the management at the hospital.

So the protocol doesn't apply.
We're not doing anything illegal.

It's not about whether something
is illegal, but rather if it's immoral.

Huh? Understand?

There, finally.

The bulldog union doctor
I've heard so much about.

Néstor, you may not believe me now,
but I'm going to improve your department.

-You'll have more resources.
-Hmm? Sure.

You'll be able to learn
from geniuses like Sophie Lafont.

The only thing I'm asking for…

-Right?
-…is that you keep doing your job.

And you do it so well.

-Leave the moral judgments aside.
-Uh-huh.

Can you do that?

We had our little talk,
so if you don't mind, I'm gonna head home.

Hmm?

-We're about to go to Madrid's…
-How are you, friends?

-Four people were…
-The southern coast…

The polarizing Dr. Moa
has accused Patricia Segura

of selling out the management of Sorolla
in exchange for an experimental…

"…treatment for her cancer."

"Patricia Segura, accused of corruption."

That's enough.

What he's doing is just…

It's not good, Patricia.

He doesn't stand a chance after the stunts
he pulled during the strike. Don't worry.

The opposition is talking about
a vote of no confidence. Pushing you out.

-They don't have enough votes.
-No.

But if some of ours
change their minds, they will.

What do we do, Patricia?

A press conference.

We'll beat him at his own game.

It's okay. Almost done.

Everything looks fine.

And the tests didn't indicate
any complications.

Tell her she needs to rest.

And not to worry so much.
It's not helping.

You could say that to me
instead of my boyfriend.

Wow! On the verge of death,
she finally calls me her boyfriend.

-I'll leave you.
-Thank you, Pilar.

You know,
if you pretend this is a vacation,

it'll be over before you know it.

-Anything I can get you?
-No.

No, thanks.

Faced with the threat
of a vote of no confidence,

I have decided
that the people's voices need to be heard.

So today, I am here to announce
that we will be having an election.

In three months from now, on May 8th,
the people will cast their ballots.

And you will decide which candidate
will be your president.

It's in your hands.

Thank you all.

How do you plan to run
an election campaign in your condition?

What condition? In a few more sessions,
I'll be back how I was before I met you.

And I'll forget about all of this.

I'll be able to leave the cancer
in the past, not to mention you.

Patricia, please.

Patricia.

Patricia.

I'm having trouble breathing.

Patricia, look at me.

A heart attack.

We need a gurney over here!

-Can't breathe. I can't breathe.
-Get me a gurney, now!

Well, you didn't have a heart attack,
so that's the good news.

But the troponins aren't conclusive.
I'd run… a CT angiography. Yeah?

So we can be completely sure.

What she needs is some rest.
It's the anxiety.

Anxiety?

Néstor.

Do the scan, please.

To be sure. Just do it.

You're gonna stay right here. Hmm?

And we'll monitor you.

We'll take care of you.

Trust me.

I'll request the scan and come back.

What you have to understand is that
the drugs themselves aren't the problem.

They're a symptom.

You can't stop thinking, right?
Your mind's always restless?

I wish it would shut up.

I always have the same thoughts,
over and over.

"You're worthless. You're a piece of shit.
No one will ever love you."

"Not even Quique."

You talk about him a lot.

What's your relationship?

I dunno.

We've been having fun together.

Does he take drugs?

Even recreationally?

The last thing you need right now is
to hang out with people who are using.

You have to focus on yourself.

Now, we've been talking a lot
about the steps you should start taking.

As painful as it seems,

and as scared as you are,
you need to face your fears.

You'll see it's not that bad, Óscar.

You've survived tougher times.

-Hey.
-What's up?

-Do you wanna grab a seat?
-Sure.

How are you doing?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I mean, I actually wanted to…

talk to you.

I wanted to talk to you too
because… Well, I…

I'm sorry I never texted you back.

-It was just all the privatization stuff.
-Don't worry about it.

-Doesn't matter.
-I'm really glad you feel that way.

Because I was thinking…

Well, I think it'd be better

if we just…

You know, we should probably just end this
because it's not going anywhere.

-You know?
-Huh.

-Like…
-Are you serious?

Yeah, I'm serious. I…

It's not like either of us
is looking for anything long-term.

-We'll just end up hurting each other.
-I'm supposed to break up with you.

I came here to break up with you.

-I was just at therapy--
-Yeah, okay.

-I'm serious. Don't laugh.
-I know. That's fine, Óscar. It's okay.

-Quique, I didn't mean to--
-It's cool, Óscar. No hard feelings.

We'll just be friends.

No, I can't…

Oh, fuck.

-What's going on?
-She's in labor.

Fully dilated, regular contractions.
She's had four in ten minutes.

-Understood. Call Dr. Murillo.
-No! No, please, not him.

Not Murillo, I can't. Please.

Make sure she's prepped. Let's go.

Don't call him yet. I'll take care of it.

I know it's hard.

-And I know it's really painful, okay?
-I can't.

-Listen.
-I can't do it!

-Listen to my voice. You can do it.
-Okay.

Deep breath. And push.

Great. Really good. Rest now.
Breathe. Breathe in and breathe out.

And push. Very good.

What are you doing with my patient?

-Why didn't you call me?
-We didn't have time, Murillo.

Fine.
Go on, get out of here. I've got this.

Doctor, you're needed in ER now.

Ugh.

-Just go.
-No!

-No, please.
-It'll be okay. It'll be fine.

-Don't go.
-It's okay.

-BP?
-130 and climbing.

Son of a bitch. Shit!

Fucking hell.

Motherfucker.

No, I won't do it. I can't.

Quickly! Push hard! You're not pushing!

Come on, dammit! Push!
One, two, three! Push!

What the hell is going on?

-She has a history of cesareans.
-We're going again.

-You can't do the Kristeller maneuver.
-One, two, three.

Push! Push now!

The baby has bradycardia.
The patient is hemorrhaging.

-It's likely she has a uterine rupture.
-That's why I need to get the baby out.

-But not like this.
-Push.

-This woman needs a C-section!
-1, 2, 3.

-Murillo, stop it!
-Push!

-Stop, Murillo. Now.
-Push now!

Murillo, back up!

Stop it.

Now.

Bring her to the operating room.
Come on. Let's move.

Please move quickly. Come on.

It's okay. You're okay. Let's go, ladies.

Hey, hey. What's up, guys?

-Tell me you're hungry.
-Depends.

Huh?

Look at this delicious spread
I found for us. Voilà!

-Found it, huh?
-Well, obviously not. I stole it.

Gross, dude.

Hey! It's not like you guys
are even trying to get out of this place.

Shit, Quique.

It's this or the vending machine.
No complaints.

I came to take you guys out
for some fresh air and a walk.

And we've been here all fucking day.

As long as my daughter's in the hospital,
I'm not moving.

Mm.

And I've gotta go see Jésica later.

Uh… Biel, you know
Jésica's not your girlfriend?

Oh, yeah. He knows it.

That's why he sneaks in
when Lluís is gone.

Come on, get out of here. Go change.

No, I'm not leaving. I told you.

You can blame Rocío.

Who would move a baby
in the middle of a massive storm?

I mean, May,
we were practically underwater.

I get why she'd want
to make sure the baby was safe.

-Call me crazy, but I can see it.
-Hey, which one of us is your friend?

-Rocío.
-Yeah, Rocío.

-Oh, and we've got Germany over there.
-Hey! Fuck off.

You're ruining my meal.
Or whatever this is.

You think you should leave right now?

No fucking way.

You've gotta stay here in Valencia,
near the people who can help you out.

Yeah, in Valencia. But another house.

What? That or we gotta
soundproof the baby's room.

Man, she's a major pain in the ass.

-She's a baby.
-No, seriously.

If I'm the only one
out of the three of us talking sense,

then we are so totally fucked, for real.

Really think about that. I'm just saying.

What the…?

-Party…
-Óscar?

Óscar, are you home?!

Óscar, what's going on?! Are you…?

What the hell are you doing here, Óscar?

The furniture, it was all
in the wrong place. Now you'll see.

-The energy, you can feel it's different.
-Slow down. What?

-You feel it?
-Slow down, okay? We should talk.

-You're… Put everything back. You hear me?
-No, I won't!

-Óscar, have you taken something?
-What? No, no…

-You're sure?
-I didn't take anything, Mom, no.

I'm okay. Everything's fine.

And guess who's gonna love the house
when I'm done?

Quique. Quique's gonna love it.

We'll call him later, okay?

Jellyfish are
fascinating marine creatures.

They are
the most dangerous beings on Earth.

When hunting,
they use stinging cells in their…

Ah! Ah! Ah!

-Fuck!
-Jésica?

-Who put that there?
-Hey!

-Are you okay?
-Ah! Ow!

-You shouldn't get up by yourself.
-Don't worry.

You don't… give a shit about me.

You don't have to spend
all your time here.

My boyfriend's got it covered.

Does it bother him when I see you?

Because you shouldn't
be dealing with that.

What are you talking about?

I just wanna be here with you, that's all.

Sleep, Biel.

Just go back to sleep.

Let's leave the soap opera drama
for when I'm better.

I'll find someone to check your stitches
and clear that away for you.

AMBULANCE

I can't stop thinking about it.

She was acting so weird.

It was late, Biel.

-Maybe she was out of it. It's possible.
-Hmm.

No. I came back a minute later,
and she was… fine.

She was normal.

I don't know.
Maybe her meds? Maybe she was high.

Good morning.

Biel.

We've finally connected.
I know you got my messages.

-I'm sorry, you are…?
-Quique.

-Uh, well, Enrique Román, officially.
-Hmm.

Anesthesia resident.

-Román, good to meet you.
-The pleasure's mine.

Why don't you stop by my office
around noon and we can have a talk?

-Hmm?
-Nah, I have nothing to say to you.

-Hey.
-Well, I'll see you then?

-Sure, of course, I'll come by.
-That's great. Okay.

See you.

What the hell are you doing?
That's the hospital's new manager.

He's more than a manager.

He's a piece of shit
who abandoned me when I needed him.

What are you saying?

He's my dad.

You're messing with me, right?

You are, right?

Holy fuck.

Hi, honey. Let me take a look at you.

-Is the fruit puree really that bad?
-Get me a CT scan and a blood test.

I'm-- I'm in so much pain, I…

Something must be wrong.

-Maybe I have an infection or something.
-Of course you're in pain.

-You better get out of here.
-Okay. Easy now, babe.

-Thanks.
-Easy now.

-I can't get up.
-Don't go getting all high-maintenance.

Why is it
that doctors make the worst patients?

Blanca, I'm in so much pain.

-Just…
-Going.

What happened?

What happened to me?

It's too early for a diagnosis, Óscar.

It's too early? Fuck off. I know you know.

What happened to me?
What's going on in my head?

The most probable thing is that…
you were experiencing a manic episode.

Bipolar disorder.

It's a mental illness.

But we're going to take it step-by-step
to make sure you're more stable.

We'll work towards getting your life as…
well, as normal as possible, okay?

Patricia, take it easy.

Breathe, okay? Breathe.

Just calm down.

I'll go get Dr. Moa.

Put her on a gurney.
We've gotta move her right away.

Carmen, help in room 43, now.

-This is bullshit.
-There was no clot last night.

-We have to operate again.
-Néstor! Patricia's in a bad way.

She's in respiratory distress,
and she's got dyspnea.

Let's move, Biel.

I… can't… breathe. Where… is he?

-It's okay, I'm here.
-Néstor, it hurts.

-Blanca, O2 to max.
-Yes.

We're taking you to the OR.
It's a pulmonary infarction.

You have a blood clot
in your pulmonary artery

that's keeping blood
from reaching part of your lung.

-We're gonna perform a thrombectomy.
-Sophie. Sophie…

Biel's on it.
Biel, go tell Sophie. Go. Go, go. Come on!

Néstor.

Is this it?

Néstor.

Néstor, don't let me die.

You're not gonna die, Patricia.

Just breathe, okay?

Stay calm.

The clot appeared more accessible.

But now I don't think
I'll be able to reach it.

Biel, saline, please.

Maybe instead of the thrombectomy,
we should consider a sternotomy.

We don't have time. Would you let me try?

Ángela, let me try, please.

She's got tachycardia.

If we don't do it,
Patricia will die. Let me.

Okay. I need a smaller guide catheter,
a .014, please.

I just need a minute
to break up and aspirate the clot.

Let's go, let's go.
Hold on. Hold on, please.

-Okay, Néstor.
-I just need a minute.

Quick, we're losing her.

I'm having trouble getting to it. Hold on.

She won't be able
to hold on much longer. Come on.

-Almost there.
-Here it is. Got it.

Let's begin clot fragmentation.

AngioJet control.

Hurry.

-It's going well.
-Okay.

-She's going into cardiac arrest.
-I'm almost done.

-Okay.
-Come on. Hurry!

Good, good. Let's go, let's go. Okay.

-We're losing her.
-Just a bit longer.

Quickly.

It's done. We got it.

Now tell me you don't want
to do surgery and miss out on this.

How are you? Feeling all right?

What's wrong with me?

This case of yours is exceptionally rare.

Immunotherapy can occasionally
have these adverse effects.

So what now?

We won't be able
to continue that treatment for you.

The chances of it causing
another blood clot are very high.

Say something, Néstor.

I thought that you were
the best oncologist in Europe.

There must be something you can do.

Suddenly that's it? No one can help?

What, then?
What the hell do I do? Just wait to die?

Néstor, am I going to die?

Oh my God.

I'm so sorry.

Leave me.

I wanna be alone.
Just please leave me alone.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Dammit.

-You asked for me?
-Yes.

Um… You mind if we hit up
the coffee machine? I wanna try it.

Uh, okay. Uh…

-I wanted to talk because this morning…
-Mm-hmm.

…we received a complaint
from a pregnant woman we're treating here,

against Dr. Murillo.

-For obstetric violence.
-Lord.

Now, I made a point
of speaking to the other gynecologists,

and also the midwives.

And they all agree
that he is an exceptional doctor.

I'd like to know if you agree with them.

Okay, guess I have my answer.

An exemplary doctor.

-How do you take it?
-No coffee for me.

He was.

He was an exemplary gynecologist, but…

he's become careless and negligent.

He's vulgar, rude, unkind…

He's from a bygone era. He doesn't know…
how to behave with pregnant women.

-He mistreats them.
-Well…

Doctors like that
have no place in this hospital.

I'm determined to make Sorolla
the go-to hospital,

where pregnant women want
to come to give birth.

I'm gonna do
whatever I can to make that happen.

And I need someone who speaks their mind
to lead a project like that.

Interested?

Yes. Yes.

I am.

Do you have a minute?

Have you got some sort of miracle
hidden up your sleeve by any chance?

Otherwise, I don't see
what we would have to talk about.

And we don't believe in miracles.

Officially, you're a lost cause.

Wow.

Right,
grab yourself a scalpel and kill me now.

You misunderstand me. That's no bad thing.

Being a lost cause,

it makes you
the ideal candidate, Patricia.

-To participate in my research project.
-The one that hasn't been approved yet?

Yes, the one that's also changed
many lives all over the world.

-Yep.
-The approval is… a formality.

Yeah, I don't think so. No.

No. Mm-mm.

I don't want to be
a part of this silly game.

It makes me… what? Your little guinea pig?

Just think about it.

Hmm.

What you need is one of those
pesky miracles you don't believe in.

You'll find that I'm more effective
than daily prayer.

Mmm, yep.

Hmm.

And what are you hiding?

What I need is a hospital
that's able to support my research.

I mean one that offers me freedom,

and some generous funding too.

We would make history.

In Valencia, no less.

Ah! And I do have one final condition.

No, I can't trust you.
You're a troublemaker.

Yeah, you say
it's gonna be low-key, and then…

Yeah?

Have a seat.

Okay.

Okay, fine.

Bye.

-Sorry about that.
-You wanted to talk?

I've got… wonderful news to share.

-Yeah?
-Sophie Lafont is joining the hospital.

Uh…

Will she be working here?

Isn't that incredible?
I couldn't believe it myself.

Right? Didn't I tell you?

Didn't I promise
to make things better for you?

I've got your back.

And she only has one condition.

She wants to be the new head of oncology.

I have to get it out.

There's something inside me.
I have to get it out.

I have to get it out.

-Yeah, perfect. Thanks a lot.
-What happened?

They arrested Jésica's attacker.
I'm gonna tell her.

Jésica?

Jésica?

Jésica! Oh, shit!

Anyone!

I need help here! Come on!

It's okay. It's okay.
Someone help, please!

-Jésica, hold on.
-Careful.

-Make way!
-What happened?

-Get back. I found her like this.
-She opened her wound.

-She did it to herself?
-Yes.

Open the door.

Let's go! Hurry! Quickly, please. Come on!

-Watch it.
-Open!

-Come with me, Biel.
-Pilar, this is my fault.

I went to see her the other night, and…
she was acting weird, kind of delirious.

Delirious?

She must've gone into
hepatic encephalopathy.

With her liver so damaged,
the toxins crossed the brain barrier

and caused hallucinations.

Quick, get dressed!

I've stopped the hemorrhage.

How could I not see
that her liver was failing? Dammit!

Don't blame yourself.

We repaired the portal vein,
but blood clots can still occur.

-All that matters now is saving her.
-Oh, fuck.

Compresses.

She's losing so much blood, Pilar.
What do we do?

We cut. Scalpel.

-Shit. We're losing her.
-Blood pressure's already low.

No!

We're losing her.

No, we can't. We have to save her.

Cut.

Dammit, I can't see.

There's no time, Pilar.

-I… I don't know what to do.
-Come on. What do we do?

I don't know. I don't know.

Pilar! Yes, you do.

Decide! Come on! We're losing her! Quick!

Fuck, Pilar. We're losing her! Fuck no!