01x07 - Scorched Earth

[bunniefuu]

[machine beeping]

[piercing sound]

[somber music playing]

IT'S YOUR RIGHT

LET'S TAKE BACK OUR HEALTH!
TIME IS RUNNING OUT! IT'S NOW OR NEVER

[doctor] Good morning.

[indistinct chatter]

Hm.

- Morning, Paula.
- [Paula] Dr. Moa, a letter came for you.

- Thanks.
- [Paula] You're welcome.

[sighs]

See ya.

[nurse 1] Excuse me. Hello, Dr. Moa.

[nurse 2] Dr. Moa.

[boy] Dr. Moa! Dr. Moa?

[machine beeping]

Hello?

Anyone there?

Dr. Moa? Anyone there? Dr. Moa?

Is anyone there?

Dr. Moa?

Dr. Moa?

[gasps]

BREATHLESS

[machine beeping]

[heartbeat thuds]

[Emilio] I've been looking
at reactions to the debate.

Most people think Dr. Moa won.

[Patricia] Yes, Emilio. Fine.
But the strike is over now.

That's the most important thing.

[Emilio] People are saying
you're not getting better.

That you look tired.
They're questioning... you know,

whether you can keep going full throttle.

Let them talk.

On Twitter, they're saying,
"Patricia has to go."

"Is the party looking to replace
Segura before the next election?"

"Because if not, they should be."

[somber music playing]

[sighs]

What?

You think this is the right time
to launch my privatization project?

- Really?
- Yeah.

[music turns ominous]

Start it up.

Sorolla. It'll be first.

They'll just call it revenge,
won't they? Because I lost the debate.

No.

It shows that you're a president
who isn't giving up.

It shows that you'll
put your beliefs into practice,

no matter how many people you offend.

Patricia, we need to show force.

No, I'm waiting for... for Néstor.

To continue with my treatment plan.

It's not the best moment to provoke him
with this project, I don't think.

- Well, that's really too bad.
- [sighs] Yup.

But honestly,
I mean, I respect your choice.

Leaving politics to the side
for once. [inhales]

And just focusing on your recovery.

Hey, that's... Emilio,
please don't make fun.

- I'm...
- I'm not. I'm serious, I get it.

Your priorities have changed
because of your illness.

- No one will blame you. I hope.
- [nurse] Excuse me.

Dr. Moa had to cancel
all his appointments today. I'm sorry.

[ominous music continues]

[sighs]

[Patricia] We wanna show the world

that our plan can work
and that it will work.

It's completely infallible.

And now that Sorolla's come
into the spotlight,

we truly believe that the time is now.

That's right. You'd be the pilot project.
Well, so to speak.

And after the strike,
well, it's the obvious choice.

It looks more than a little extreme.

Change would happen
over time. Very gradually.

There's no rush.

But it is our intention to make Sorolla
the greatest hospital in Spain.

We're committed to that.

In fact, I'll be continuing
my treatment here.

Just so it's clear to everybody
that I want this to work

and that I believe in this place.

[knock on door]

You're already up and about?

After everything we talked about,
why do this?

I don't understand.

I've been called
before the ethics committee.

- Néstor...
- They're investigating your operation.

I'm being suspended
from my duties until it's completed.

Néstor, I promise you
I know nothing about that.

Right.

- I don't believe you.
- We'll talk about this later.

[sighs]

[door slams shut]

[emergency vehicle siren sounds]

- What have we got?
- Female, 67 years old.

She fell on her fence
while she was gardening,

got impaled on a fence post.

And then got stuck like that
until we got to her.

She lost a lot of blood.

- And her vitals?
- Hemodynamically stable.

BP 94 over 65. Heart rate of 91.

And an O2 sat of 98 percent.

- Take the blanket off.
- [paramedic] Yes.

[groans]

Jésica?

Ah. Jésica!

Clotilde? Hey.

- What happened to you?
- [Clotilde] Please make the pain stop.

Give me whatever you have
to but... I just want it gone.

I will. I'll help you. Okay?

Take her upstairs and get her a CAT scan
and then straight to the OR.

I don't know how I'm gonna remove that.

Find me a bolt cutter.
Something that can cut metal. Let's go.

- [machine beeping]
- [somber music playing]

Biel, I wasn't expecting you here.

You can stay if you want.

And thank you.

Let's get started.

This woman was my teacher.

We can't let her down.

And we won't let her down.

Alright, let's go.

[Leo] I've heard that Segura
wants to privatize the hospital. [scoffs]

Just what we need.

[sighs]

Néstor.

What's wrong?

They wanna make an example of me
for being the public face of the strike.

The entire College of Medicine
is trying to punish me, I guess.

So there isn't much I can do.

[Blanca] There's something.

Just prove that Segura's
cancer was spreading

much more quickly than anticipated.

So the correct course of action was
to delay the surgery and that's your call.

Then I'd have to track down her report.

A CAT scan at a private clinic
confirmed her metastasis.

Let's get a hold of it, then.

I appreciate that, Leo,
but you need to look after your son.

Look. Just in case, here's my password.

Use it to access the medical files
if yours doesn't work.

They may have already locked you out.

He's gonna be the death of me,
I swear. [chuckles]

Yeah, I know. I hear you two every night.

Isn't it, like, risky for him
to sleep over so much?

You'll be in so much trouble
if Amaro finds out.

[laughs] Like you should talk,
buddy boy. [chuckles]

Hey! You guys hear?

Néstor's suspended
and Segura's meeting with Lluís.

If you hear anything about it,
let me know. But it's not looking good.

- Have a good one!
- The hell? sh*t's crazy around here.

Hang on, wait. Who's going
to be your attending physician?

[nurse] Doctor, do you have a minute?

I don't know.

Good. Let's see...

We'll begin with the tamoxifen
and cisplatin, standard doses.

They'll have fewer
side effects than your...

No, no. I don't think
that's going to work.

That'll be too light
to be effective for her.

As I was saying,
you'll have fewer side effects,

but they should be similarly effective.

I'm sure the president
has multiple obligations

she needs to be attending to.

We can't have her treatment
being so aggressive

that it keeps her confined to bed.

Why don't you let me worry about my work?

What's the best option?

- Dr. Moa would prefer if you...
- Excuse me. Bring me a coffee, would you?

[scoffs]

Don't.

What treatment would he suggest?

- He would...
- [oncologist] Dr. Moa is not here.

And he is not the only oncologist
in the world.

There are many of us
who do our best to save lives.

[inhales] Yes. And while
I appreciate that fact...

[oncologist] Mm-hm.

I don't really know you at all.

Yeah.

If I'm being honest, it's pissing me off
that Néstor isn't here right now.

If you could consult
with Dr. Moa, I'd appreciate it.

[ominous music playing]

MEDICAL REPORTS:
PATRICIA SEGURA

Come on.

THIS FILE DOES NOT EXIST

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t... [sighs]

[sighs]

- Okay, take it easy. This should be quick.
- Yup.

Right, here's Marta.

- Stand back.
- [reporter] How are you?

Very well, thanks.

It was a routine visit, and now,
I'm feeling better than ever before.

[reporter] Any candidates
for Secretary of Health?

There are rumors
that you forced Mr. Ventura out.

If you could all step back...

- No. No, Mr. Ventura...
- Excuse us.

He chose to leave the cabinet
completely of his own accord.

And no, there've been no candidates.
Thanks very much.

No further questions please. Excuse us.

[reporter] Wait, just a second!
Hold on. One more question.

Can you tell us any more
about Mr. Ventura?

Just one final question.

Madam President!

Well, um... thanks very much.

One final question, Madam President!

- Thanks!
- Nothing more to see here.

Oh, God. Let's go.

Pull up over there, please.
Where that guy with the helmet is.

- Jose.
- [Jose] Of course, Ms. Segura.

Let's go. Thank you.
I'm having a smoke, okay? No whining.

Where the hell is my lighter? Dammit.

Néstor.

Néstor! Néstor!

I know you can hear me.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Just one second.

I know we're not best friends, but still.

[sighs]

I had more than enough reason to demand
that conduct review, but I didn't.

- I promise you.
- [inhales]

[Patricia] Do I think you're a jerk?

Yes, yes I do.

However, I need this jerk to treat me.

[somber music playing]

I mean, at some point we'll have
to start trusting each other, won't we?

When were you going to tell me
about privatizing the hospital?

Hm?

You've got a lot of nerve.

Privatizing us
and still asking for treatment.

That's just because it's what's best
for the hospital. We know that.

And you'll just have to see
for yourself that I'm right.

Whatever you say.

That's great.

- [door slams shut]
- [Quique shushes] Quiet.

Holy sh*t, I gotta be up in an hour.

Oh, f*ck.

[sighs]

You've still got some coke left, right?

You know what I wanna do?

What?

I want you to put it on my d*ck

and snort it off me.

[Quique snorts and laughs]

Damn you can't get enough.
You're insatiable.

Do you know how much fun I have with you?

- Yeah.
- Huh?

You know how good I feel?

You know how free I feel?

Hey, whoa. Where's the coke?

[laughs]

- [nurse] Hello.
- [Jésica] Good morning.

Clotilde, how are you?
How are you feeling?

[Clotilde] It hurts.

Please, whatever it is
you're giving me, just please up the dose.

Please, Jésica. Why does it hurt so much?

Did everything go well?

Yes, yes. Everything was perfect.

It's okay, this will help with the pain.

MORPHINE HYDROCHLORIDE

[Clotilde sighs]

This should have helped your pain already.

Uh...

Were you prescribed anything recently?
For an illness, maybe?

Mm... Some painkillers or some narcotics?

Maybe you have a higher tolerance
than I expected.

- No.
- [Jésica] No?

[Clotilde] Nothing like that.

- Jésica.
- Yeah?

How's your baby brother?

He was always such a joy.
That kid was my favorite.

My brother passed away.

[somber music playing]

You were at the funeral. Remember that?

[gasps]

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

I forgot. It went right out of my head.

[sighs] I'm sorry.

That happens sometimes.

With my daughter. I'm sorry.

I forget she's not here either.

[somber music continues]

[construction work bangs]

What?

No f*cking way.

Oh, my God.

[music turns tense]

[breathes heavily]

Ah!

[groans]

[toilet flushes]

- What's he doing here?
- Girl...

- Did you piss yourself?
- No!

- Ha!
- I'm pretty sure you did.

- My water broke.
- What?

[grunts] I'm in labor, help me.
Take this, okay?

What do I do?

Bring it downstairs.

- [grunts]
- You're going like that?

No. Okay?

Take this, call a taxi. [groans]

Yeah, okay.

Where's the f*cking taxi?

Just chill, girl.

Oh, sh*t.

It's kickin' in.

What a f*ck' trip, damn.

I don't think that was...

that wasn't coke I don't think.

Oh, for f*ck's sake. Óscar.

Óscar! Óscar! Son of a b*tch.

- Help me, please!
- [man] Yeah, here.

[May sighs] Keep his head
turned to the side.

[man] Sure.

[sighs] Come on, Quique. Pick up.
Come on. Where's the f*cking taxi?

[nurse] Morning.

[Biel] Hey. Good morning.

- Hey.
- How's your teacher?

I'm not sure.

Um...

I'm starting to think she...
that she's addicted to narcotics.

[ominous music playing]

Biel, what if she fell on purpose
so she'd be brought to the hospital

and administered medical-grade morphine?

Isn't she a doctor, though?

[Jésica] Mm-hm.

She could have just
prescribed herself the medication.

But I doubt she'd risk her reputation
doing that, knowing she could be caught.

[inhales] I'm going to try
to find her medical records.

Maybe there's something in there.

I don't know.

Hey, you did great in the OR.

[sighs]

I think we made a pretty damn good team.

Yeah, we did. You and I
have always been good together.

Okay...

[Biel laughs]

Yes, exactly.

I'm gonna do my absolute best.

[taxi driver] Don't give birth yet,
lady. We're almost there.

[sighs] Don't worry about me.
There's a guy dying back here.

Hey! Up and at 'em buddy, okay?

Come on.

[groans]

Yo, where are we?

At the hospital.

I'm having a baby
and you really need some B-12.

What the hell?

- No f*ck' way...
- Hey!

What're you doing? Where are you going?

What a piece of... [groans]

- Just help me!
- [taxi driver] Okay.

- You've hardly dilated at all.
- [groans]

You'll need to be patient.
This is going to take a while yet.

- No.
- We could even send you home.

No, no, no. Don't, I can't.

Leo, I... I'm having contractions
every 10 minutes. This isn't normal.

I'm in so much pain, Leo.

Something's wrong.

Don't worry, we'll give you a scan.

That'll calm your nerves, promise.
Trust me. Everything is going to be fine.

- [phone ringing]
- What?

My ex's lawyer? As if I'm going
to talk to that son of a b*tch!

Does your ex know you're in labor?

No!

[inhales] No.

You don't happen to know
any badass lawyers, do you?

Because I'm so not interested
in showing any mercy right now.

[groans]

[ominous music playing]

[Néstor] Pilar.

Don't be ridiculous, Néstor.

I know what you want,
so don't even bother.

There's no way I'll be testifying
in your favor, alright?

Pilar. You and I haven't always been
the best of friends, it's true, but...

[inhales] We've always
been good colleagues.

We know each other and we each respect
the other when we work together.

Néstor.

I was the person
who requested the peer review.

You were the one
who delayed the operation.

When I wanted
to stop the surgery, you refused.

Are you jeopardizing her best chance
of survival just to screw me over?

Huh?

Huh? She's lucky
that you only took her breast.

You were prepared
to let her die in the operating room.

- I had no idea you were such a snake.
- [scoffs]

Unbelievable.

[groaning]

May.

How you doing, hon?
Really sorry, I just saw your call now.

This f*cking baby
is k*lling me. And I'm not dilating.

- Ah!
- Calm down, you will. Yeah?

- It's gonna be alright.
- f*ck off!

If one more person tells me
to calm down, I'm going to explode.

This is hell. I'm in hell. But...

on the bright side, I've got a lawyer now.

He's a real badass.

He told me that...

in the eyes of the law we're like any
other couple fighting a custody battle.

But because I'm the one
actually carrying the baby,

they can't take her
as long as I'm breastfeeding.

And that way, it'll be
just the two of us for a few years.

- Wherever I go.
- You're still moving to Germany?

Yeah. Baby grows up in Munich,
so she has to stay there.

- Far away from my ex.
- Sounds like a plan.

[Biel] And so?

"And so" what?

Who the hell is your ex, May?
When are you gonna tell us who it is?

- It's Blanca. It's Blanca.
- Yeah.

No, no, no! It's Leo. It's Leo.

- [May] Okay, that's enough.
- It's Leo. Confirmed.

Stop. That's enough!
No talking about my ex.

Let's talk about your boyfriend.

Biel and I are worried about you, Quique.

Yeah, we are.

[scoffs] We're seeing where it goes.
Just getting to know one another.

- Mm...
- [Quique] What?

We're having fun, who cares?
What's so bad about that?

And I guess there's nothing bad about him
being wasted this morning? [sighs]

Wow... Dude, I hate it when you do this.

You're such a buzz k*ll.

Can't you be happy for me, just once?

For once in my life,

something is happening to me
that is actually good

and I wanna enjoy it.

If you don't like that, go
and b*tch about it somewhere else.

Quique, he collapsed
on the sidewalk! Okay?

He was out cold
and I had to put his a*s in a taxi.

Me! In labor and having
to be his f*cking nurse!

What are you saying?

- Listen!
- Is he still in the hospital?

No! He took off running!

Look. [groans] I don't know

if you're a terrible influence on him
or if he's a bad influence on you

or if you're enabling each other.
I don't know.

But you have to stop.

- Hey, hey, hey. May, hey.
- Ooh!

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah.

- Ooh!
- Should we call someone?

- No, no, no, no.
- Breathe, breathe, just... breathe. Yeah.

[Jésica] The wound is looking much better.

I think that in a couple
of days you'll be going home.

Yeah?

No. No, no, no.

No.

I can't go home yet. I just can't.

How am I going
to handle the pain from there?

Professor, I... I took the liberty
of looking into your medical records.

And I saw... you've had
quite a few falls lately.

And you've been admitted
for them at... four different hospitals.

Ah, sweetie... [chuckles]

[somber music playing]

When you get to be my age,
you don't bounce back from mistakes.

Actually, you know who I'd love to see?

Your little brother.

Here's what we're going to do, Clotilde.

Before you leave,
we'll make sure you get a CAT scan.

Starting with... Hm... With an O.

- Uh... Otter.
- Oreo!

- No!
- What did you say? Oreo?

And now, starting with W.

- [boy] Wobbly woo!
- That's not a word.

- [girl] Woof? Woof!
- Not woof.

- [girl] Woo... Wolf.
- Wolf.

- [girl] Wolf!
- Wolf.

[Néstor] Are you switching to Pediatrics?

Maybe, but it's a long story.

Wow, this place has changed a lot.

I started out in Pediatrics.

[sighs] Anyway...

Biel.

Look... You had every right
to say what you said to me.

But I'm fighting
for what I believe in. Hm?

Patricia's operation got complicated
but I didn't do anything wrong.

Truth is, we should've stopped
to reevaluate. Right?

[sighs]

I need you
to support me at the review, Biel.

Do you know how hard it was
to become a resident at this hospital?

I studied for four straight years
and worked my a*s off.

I needed the best grades on the exams

so I could come here,
have you as my attending physician.

It was so important to me.

You have no idea how hard it was

to stay behind
after you walked out of the room...

to not be supported by you...

to feel so alone here.

[somber music playing]

I can't even imagine
how Patricia must've felt.

You walked out on her.

She had to wake up... alone.
With no idea what had happened.

[sighs]

I was here too, when I was their age.

And my strongest memory from that time

was waking up after the operation
and seeing my doctor standing by my bed.

It was important that I felt...
looked after and even... cared for.

He made me feel safe.

Sounds like you've
already made your decision.

[machine buzzes]

[ominous music playing]

f*ck.

Are you ready?

- To be honest, I'm a bit tired.
- It's gonna be fine.

You're an awful liar, Biel.

Welcome, sweetheart.

- Here.
- [man] Hi!

Would you like an ice cream
to cool down during your session?

No, to be honest... what I would really like
is a little bit of privacy.

- And stop calling me sweetheart, Paula.
- Yes, ma'm.

[sighs]

- What is it?
- No.

- No.
- Uh, Celina!

- Can you come here?
- Yup.

Hello.

I don't want anyone
to see me while I get my chemo.

I would have thought that was clear.

Pri-va-cy, got it?

Um... absolutely, total privacy.

I apologize for the oversight.
I wasn't aware.

Let's see... Um...

We could try using
an empty operating room at night.

Or the laundry room
is always another option.

Right. I think I know what to do.

- Mm?
- Hmpf.

[Celina] Néstor!

[sighs]

[Celina] Néstor!

She's on Palbociclib.

Didn't expect so many focal points.

- Palbociclib's a good choice.
- Thought so.

Let's see how she responds to it,
but she's strong.

Mm...

These files were impossible to access.

Don't know how you got them.

Well, they were supposed
to have been erased from the system

but everyone seems to always forget

that I work in the private sector

and all I had to do
was make a few phone calls.

You can keep them.

[somber music playing]

Why are you doing this?

Her cancer is worse than I thought.

You may not technically
be allowed to treat her now

but it would make me feel so much better
if you remained close by.

Besides, we both know she'd rather
you were her doctor. It's a win-win.

All I ask is that you look at the files
so you can help me with her treatment,

then anything else you wanna use
the reports for is your business.

We're treating her in there,
if you wanna say hi.

I've never been able
to solve this dumb... cube.

What do you think? See anything wrong
with my plan for the hospital?

[sighs] I don't even know where to start.

Patricia, be honest. Do you really think

this plan will help us
treat more patients?

I could tear this down point by point. Mm?

But you're playing with a handicap.

Don't be fooled...

I may have tubes sticking outta me,

but I can still play.

We'll do it your way, I guess.

[chuckles]

Why don't we say
the chemo works like truth serum?

Hm?

Go ahead.

You ask me anything you like. Anything.

Were you really going
to use my wife's death against me?

[sighs]

Ah... Ha... No fun.

I thought you might have a spicy question
for me, like the color of my underwear.

Or if I'm the kind of woman who only f*ck

after she's had
a few too many glasses of wine.

You don't seem like the kind of woman
who needs to be drunk to have some fun.

[chuckles] Don't pretend
to know me, Néstor. You'll never win.

Hm? [clicks tongue]

No.

I wouldn't have used it.

[somber music playing]

But not for you.

For her.

She doesn't deserve that.

Tomorrow, I could be
in the same situation as she was.

- And asking you to k*ll me.
- [Néstor exhales shakily]

You mind if I ask you a question?

Mm-hm.

Since losing your wife,

have you been with anyone else?

[door opens]

Anybody want some ice cream?

Wow, how thoughtful.

Since I'm officially
five years old again, I'll take one, yes.

You want one?

- What is it?
- It's mango.

Mango. Thanks a lot and I'm sorry.
I could have been a little more polite.

[chuckles]

Mm.

I have your reports, Patricia.

[sighs] And you're going to use them?

Everything I've worked for is on the line.

If there was another way, I'd take it.

[camera shutter clicks]

[grunts]

[dramatic music playing]

[grunts]

[panting]

[indistinct chatter and shouting]

[grunts]

[panting]

[grunts]

Move!

[man] Security!

Stop him!

[grunts]

[indistinct chatter and gasping]

Gimme the camera, you little sh*t.

[sighs]

Óscar, hi. Where are you?
I haven't heard from you.

You haven't answered your phone
and I'm really starting to worry.

Just tell me you're okay. Call me back.

[somber music playing]

It was Pilar who requested the review.

- Of course it was.
- But it doesn't matter. Not anymore.

No, hey. Don't be like that.
You have to keep fighting them on this.

Especially now with this
f*cking neoliberal experiment.

- Yeah.
- Did Patricia convince you?

No. Don't worry about me. I tracked down
her files. I'm going to fight.

Okay.

Give him his camera back,
but toss the card. Hm? See you.

- [sighs]
- [door opens]

Oh. I'm sorry.
I thought the room was empty.

Do you mind if I have a nap?
It's gonna be a long night.

Yeah. That's fine. I'm getting up.
Haven't been able to sleep.

[sighs]

She wasn't self-harming.

What?

Clotilde. Remember her?

Yeah. Sure, I do.

[sighs] She wasn't hurting herself.

The accidents are from
rapidly advancing Alzheimer's.

Oh, sh*t.

I could barely bring myself
to break the news.

[sighs] She was so devastated.

[somber music playing]

And do you know what she said?

She said there was a silver lining.

Because she was starting
to forget her dead daughter.

And that the forgetting
was helping to ease the pain.

Wow.

I've been losing my mind
for two weeks now because...

I barely dream of Rodri.

And everything hurts less.

I don't wanna forget him. I want to...

to keep feeling the pain.

It's the price I have to pay. I need it
to hurt like it did at the start.

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

- [chuckles]
- [Jésica laughs]

Well, because I'm here.

Because you have to tell someone.

And because I think you could use a hug.

[chuckles]

How little you know me, Biel.

[scoffs] You think?

[Jésica] Yeah.

Well I'm gonna come over
and give you a hug.

[sighs]

[somber music continues]

[sighs]

[sighs]

- [whispering] How are you?
- Okay.

You've got your stuff?

Yeah.

You just focus
on answering their questions, okay?

When people talk too much, they tank.

I'll do my best.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

This is yours.

I thought you'd like to have it.

Good morning.

[music turns ominous]

May, why did I have to find out
from the nurses you're in labor?

Get Leo. Ha... Something's not right.

I've been here
for hours and... nothing. [groans]

- Honey, what's wrong?
- Don't touch me!

Hey, May, it's me.

- Get out!
- May...

- Ah!
- May!

- Ah! Help me and get Leo.
- May.

- Don't touch me! Get out!
- Okay.

[May groans]

[Rocío] Quique! Quique, we need Leo!

Today's committee has been called
for the formal review of Dr. Nestor Moa.

- [knocking on door]
- Yes? Ms. Segura, come in.

- And welcome.
- [door shuts]

The President has requested
she be present for these proceedings,

since the matter affects her directly.

[somber music playing]

If the doctor doesn't object, that is.

Very good.

Sorry! [panting]

I need Dr. Santapau.

- What is it?
- It's urgent, Doctor.

- [music turns dramatic]
- [sighs]

[May] Ah! Rocío...

- Ah!
- Oh, sh*t!

No! [groans]

- Oh, my goodness.
- It's a placental abruption, isn't it?

It seems to be, yes.

She needs an emergency C-section, stat.
We're moving her. Go!

Let's go, come on! You!
You're from anesthetics?

- Yeah.
- [Leo] Good. We'll need you.

- Ah! Please!
- [Leo] Come with me.

- [Rocío] Move, move!
- Leo, do something!

- Move!
- [cries]

- [Quique] Out of the way!
- [Leo] Hurry!

- Coming through!
- Get her into the OR, now!

- Go!
- We need to move!

I can't do it! Ah!

- [Leo] Let's go!
- [Rocío] Come on!

[Celina] Dr. Nestor Moa.

You stand accused
of abandoning one of your, um... patients

in the middle of an operation.

And doing so for the sole purpose
of initiating a strike.

The strike we're all aware of.

Is there anything else
you'd like us to know?

I'm not going to defend myself.

[hushed chatter]

I don't stand a chance with this tribunal.

All of you present are against me
and have judged me to be guilty

long before the review was ever called.

[ominous music playing]

I will say, that whether
or not I remain a doctor,

I will keep fighting
to improve our healthcare system.

What is he doing?

- I don't know.
- Has he lost it?

And for the well-being
of all professionals in the industry.

And with that said,
let's get this over with, please.

[Lluís] Order, please.

[hushed chatter]

- It's going to be okay, May. I promise.
- [machine beeping]

Take a deep breath.

Start the Propofol
and Rocuronium. Breathe.

And so you're saying that Dr. Moa

abandoned the operation at midnight
so he could attend the protests?

[man] Yes. That's right.

At the stroke of midnight,
Dr. Moa left us.

He neglected the patient
and forced the others to leave as well.

Only myself and Dr. Amaro
and the resident stayed.

You were forced to leave?

We didn't have much choice,
if I'm being honest.

It was that
or go against the rest of the hospital.

We couldn't do much about it.

And so, of course,
you had to finish the operation

at that point, correct, Dr. Amaro?

I started it and I wasn't going
to leave without finishing it.

Although by that point unfortunately,
we were overwhelmed and understaffed.

Removing the cancer entirely
was not an option.

[inhales]

By leaving, do you believe the doctor
aggravated the patient's diagnosis?

[Pilar] I can't say for certain,
but in my estimation, yes.

The attitude of Dr. Moa
was not only unprofessional

but, in my opinion,
was also harmful to the patient's health.

[machine beeping]

Scalpel. I need to make the incision
as quickly as possible.

[gasps]

Clamp and retractors.

- [machine beeps continuously]
- Cardiac arrest, Doctor.

She's not breathing!

A systolic.

From the loss of blood,
Anesthesia, and the Kristeller maneuver.

- More gauze, now. Come on!
- Adrenaline!

One milligram, stat!

[tense music playing]

[Leo] Breathe, May, breathe.

[panting] Come on, May.

Please, no. Please.

[Leo] Come on.

Okay, little one.

Now you, May.

- [baby cries]
- Let's go! [panting]

[machine beeps intermittently]

- [Leo] The cord.
- Heartbeat's back.

[Leo] Over here.

[ethereal music playing]

Oh, my God. We did it.

[cries]

There we go.

[baby crying]

[cries]

[cries]

Biel de Felipe.

Please begin.

I'm Biel de Felipe
and I am Dr. Moa's resident.

When the doctor wanted
to stop the surgery,

I remained behind with Dr. Amaro.
I believed I was doing the right thing.

But I was wrong.

It became apparent that by insisting
we try to save the life of the patient,

we put her at greater risk.

I didn't understand at first.

I was angry with him because I thought
that he didn't care about his patients.

But that's not true. May I?

It's short.

"Dear Dr. Moa."

- "I'm writing because I wanna thank you."
- [somber music playing]

"I'm all better."

"When I grow up I wanna save
people's lives, just like you."

"Thanks for taking care
of me and being so annoying."

"I'll never forget it.
I hope you won't forget me either."

He did not.

I wrote Dr. Moa this letter
when I was ten years old.

And it demonstrates
what kind of doctor he is.

An incredible surgeon
and an even better oncologist.

This hospital would lose so much
if they lost him.

Thank you.

We'll take a brief recess to deliberate.

[sighs] My nerves are f*cked to hell.

[sighs]

[Rocío] Leo?

- How are they? Doing well?
- Yes. But they both need their rest.

- Can I see the baby?
- Sure.

In there.

[calm music playing]

Oh, my God, it's Rocío.

Don't be a gossip. Mm?

[gasps]

What the f*ck?

Africa...

Is this what doctors in public hospitals
do when no one's watching? Hm?

[coughs]

Calm down. I wanted
to offer you my congratulations.

[sighs]

Can I get a hit of that?

What if the press were to find out
the president smokes marijuana?

Well, it's medicinal.

[Néstor] Take it easy. It's stronger
than anything I can prescribe.

Better include it in my diet, then.
That way the chemo won't ruin my appetite.

We are celebrating.

[chuckles]

Oh, boy, I'm getting high.

Here. Take it.

I gotta go.

So... I just came down
to say thanks so much.

Patricia.

Yes?

The answer is no.

No?

I haven't been with anyone since.

I imagine it wouldn't be very easy
after what you had to do.

I suppose you've lost interest
after all these years.

Well, I dunno.

We should try to be braver, right?

[sighs]

Just take a look.

- Not possible.
- We can present this for now.

Well, whatever, our car's here now
so we'll try to...

Wait, wait. Patricia, look.
Two o'clock, look who it is.

Well, well.

Hmpf.

[ominous music playing]

- Coming in for a checkup, then?
- No, no. I'm fine. You well?

[chuckles] I'm fabulous.

Hmph.

I was hoping to talk to you.

I received some, um... some material.

And I think you'll wanna know about it.

Pick any other hospital,
but leave Sorolla alone.

[Ventura] I have some photos.

If these, along with the news
of your metastasis, were to become public...

[music turns tense]

- What do you want?
- Oh, you know.

- Your cabinet position back?
- Yes.

And one more thing.

Sorolla... Don't touch it.

No privatization.

[electro music playing]

Hey.

What the hell is this?

[indistinct chatter]

What's going on?

- [Óscar] Hey.
- [Quique] What the f*ck?

You want some magic?

What is this?

Works faster this way.

You like the party? It's for you.

Want some?

No.

It's f*ck' amazing.

[heavy breathing]

[electro music continues]