I went over her lab results.
Her auscultation is normal, and the infection has disappeared.
But she's been on a ventilator for two days.
We need to extubate and see if she can breathe on her own.
What if she can't?
We'll intubate her again.
It would increase the risk of infection, of lung trauma…
Óscar.
Look at me.
Everything's going to be okay.
What's your mom like?
-Very strong. -She's strong.
-Yes. -And she's tough.
I know.
She's going to be fine.
-Okay. -Okay.
Don't worry.
Here we go.
Come on, Mom.
Mom, breathe.
Breathe, please.
Saturation is decreasing.
Yeah.
-We can't wait any longer. Let's intubate. -Don't worry. It's okay.
BREATHLESS
Should I call in sick?
And say we have to stay here so we don't get anyone else sick.
But I don't know if you and I are going to get much rest.
I can handle it.
Dad!
Lola, what did I tell you to do before coming in?
Knock. But I'm really hungry.
Can we have breakfast now, please?
Okay, my love. I'm coming.
Where's Daddy's kiss?
-Put on your slippers. -Okay.
Hi.
I sleep at my best friend's house too. Are you my dad's best friend?
Yes.
Do you want breakfast?
Okay.
JOAQUÍN SOROLLA HOSPITAL
Come in and close the door.
-No one's here, right? -No, no one.
-Is all this necessary? -It's for the best.
If Sophie sees us together, she'll be suspicious.
We need her to trust you.
That'll be tough.
Not if you do what I asked.
-I'm not sure about this. -It's the only way she'll let you back in.
What do I say?
That you need to be in the trial.
That after all your time and hard work,
you don't want to be left out due to a misunderstanding.
"A misunderstanding"?
Don't go into detail.
It'll be obvious I'm hiding something.
Well, make it believable.
Am I interrupting?
Come in.
What can I do for you?
How are you?
-Great. And you? -I'm good.
Did you know I haven't been in here since you moved in?
Well, what do you think?
I love it. It's great.
"The room where Sophie Lafont discovered the cure for cancer."
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Tell me, how does it feel?
Huh?
How does it feel
knowing you're about to change everything?
It must be exciting, right?
It is.
It's also a little daunting.
But it's worth it.
I'm glad.
I'm actually here to thank you.
What for?
For allowing Biel to be a part of all this.
You don't know how excited he is.
He's always telling me how incredible the project is
and how he loves working with you.
That makes me think that the risk I took by bringing you to Valencia
and introducing you to Patricia was all worth it.
I see.
The patient had numerous hematomas on his lower back.
Do you have anything to say?
Several attempts were made to access his spinal canal.
An assistant came to help hold him down, but the patient…
He was very agitated, and his son wasn't helping either.
That I can understand.
What I don't understand is why Nurse Estévez performed the puncture.
That procedure should be done by a doctor.
Yes, I know, but the thing is--
Dr. Fuster, you were the doctor in charge at that time.
-Yes. -Okay.
Was there any reason why you couldn't perform that puncture?
I don't know.
So?
What happened?
I tried to calm the patient's son down, and before I knew it,
Blanca had performed the puncture.
Blanca, please. Listen to me.
-What did you want me to do? -Not throw me under the bus!
What could I do?
If they knew the truth, I could lose my license.
You're right. Fucking great, then.
You didn't lose your license.
I get two months of no pay and a serious offense.
I'll pay you for the two months. I'll take out a loan.
It isn't about the fucking money.
It's about my record being tarnished for trying to help you.
And you left me high and dry, as a colleague and as a friend,
which is what hurts the most.
Of course you're going to pay me for the two months.
You're going to pay with interest.
Fuck.
There. A little bit…
Yes. There.
-Are you good? -There.
-Can I get you anything? -No.
I'd like you
to sit down here.
I want you to tell me
how…
how it's going.
How's treatment?
Good.
I feel better.
And calmer.
Good.
And Neus says she thinks it's going to work.
That's great.
So, why the long face?
You've always been there, Mom.
The thought of losing you…
But that didn't happen.
I just came to see how you're doing.
Why don't you go for a walk and get some fresh air?
-Hmm? -Okay.
-On your way back, bring me some juice. -Okay.
Hi.
You look good.
I'm going to sue you so hard
that you'll wish I'd never woken up.
Pilar.
I thought you'd react this way.
It's a shame, because I've always felt that…
that we had a bit of chemistry.
What are we going to do now?
Because, in these circumstances,
I'm sure you'll understand we can't keep working like this… together.
It'd be best if you step down as soon as you're discharged.
If you think that'll make me keep quiet,
you're sorely mistaken.
Pilar.
You know better than anyone how hard it is to manage a hospital budget.
What's that supposed to mean?
It'd be a shame if certain treatments like…
electroshock therapy, for example, had to be cancelled.
You wouldn't dare, Nicolás.
You just worry about getting better, okay?
We'll announce your resignation in a few days.
Okay, then. Take care.
That son of a bitch.
Doctor.
Thanks for giving me another chance.
I was surprised, I must say.
I didn't think you were capable of stooping so low. But anyway…
But as they say, "You're a chip off the old block."
I don't get it.
Don't insult my intelligence, please.
Look. Here's your card.
You start back today.
I can't believe it!
I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy. Sorry.
-Sorry. -Wait here.
I'll be right back. We'll talk about what we're going to do with you.
I'm sorry.
Hey.
What are you so happy about?
I just got your CT scan results and they're…
almost perfect.
Barely any trace of metastasis.
-Were you expecting something else? -No, but there's no harm in confirming.
Let's look at that scar.
Take off your blouse.
Wow.
I can't remember the last time someone, a man, asked me to take off my blouse.
I'm sorry you have to make do with me.
Your scar looks really good.
We'll start with the expanders in two months.
-That's good news, isn't it? -Yes.
Now that I'm doing better…
my political career is going down the drain.
-Aren't you exaggerating a bit? -No.
I know Emilio as if he were my son.
He thinks I'm going to lose the elections.
And… would that be so terrible?
Well, I'm not sure.
I've been in politics my whole life.
And even when I thought I was dying…
I carried on working so I could win.
And now?
What are you going to do?
Now I just want to live.
So maybe what I have to do is… I don't know. Live a little.
Enjoy freedom, and…
and maybe try and resolve the…
weird-ass tension between us.
I didn't mean to bother you.
You're never a bother, Biel. Never.
I'll leave you two alone.
-What's up? -We have a problem.
-Did you look properly? -Yes.
-It must be somewhere. -The data's not on the computer anymore.
-She has to have them somewhere. -On her hard drive.
But she always has it on her.
It'll be tough to get it without her realizing.
We need hard evidence against her.
The real study data has to be on there.
What do we do?
Ask for help.
-Excuse me. Where's Dr. Fuster? -I'm not sure. Ask at reception.
-Sorry, do you know where Dr. Fuster is? -No. Wait, ma'am.
-Oops. Excuse me. Dr. Fuster? -You can't choose your doctor.
-Someone will see to you when they can. -No, I'm not…
Excuse me. Can a doctor come here? This man needs a doctor.
Hey, excuse me. Can a doctor come right away?
-That patient needs a doctor. -Be right there. Give me a second, please.
Screw this.
Hey! That's confidential.
This man needs a doctor now.
-I'll call a doctor. -He's got epiglottitis. He's suffocating.
-You can't do that. -Bring me a cric kit. Quick.
Saturation's dropping. If we don't do it, he'll die.
Come on. Give him oxygen.
8 mg dexamethasone, and 2 grams amoxicillin and clavulanate.
We shouldn't do this here.
And this man shouldn't be left unattended, but that's life.
Pass me the cric kit, please.
Come on. Good.
-Aren't you going to use a sterile drape? -No time. Scalpel.
Okay.
Mosquito forceps.
Okay, a guide. Clean the blood a little, please.
Cannula, please.
Great.
Okay. We're almost done.
Ventilation, please.
-Good job. -Shit.
We're almost done.
-What a mess. -What's going on?
Rocío.
Hey, are you Rocío? I was looking for you.
How's it going? I'm Lucía Haro.
The new ER doctor. How are you?
This guy's good.
Patricia Segura, who began the pre-campaign as the clear favorite,
has fallen into second place in the polls behind the Igualdad party.
Recent news about Sorolla's management impacted the president negatively…
Oh, God.
…and her interactions with Libertad, whose leader…
I told you.
-I told you this would cause problems. -What did you expect?
It was this or letting the far right get ahead.
God dammit…
The president has tried…
Shut up, dammit.
Shut up already.
Goddamn it.
Ana Rovira's show called.
They'll interview you to show voters your more human side.
Oh, fabulous.
My voters don't want me to be more human. And neither do you.
They want me to be decisive and tough. A destroyer.
Yeah, but Jacobo Santos is the best destroyer around,
so soften up, or you'll look like Hitler.
What do I do?
What the hell do I do?
I'm between the far right and the left.
In the middle, dammit. What do I do? Tell me.
The elections are two weeks away.
What do we do?
Who the hell does a cric in the ER?
One of the new doctors Healock sent.
-I'll be right there. -Okay.
-Where is she? -Come.
I'll introduce you, and you can welcome her.
"Welcome"? It might be her last day.
Dr. Haro, Dr. Donoso wants to--
Jesi!
-Luci? -I'm so excited!
-I'm so happy to see you! -What are you doing here?
-You know her? -We were friends in med school.
-And lots of other places. -What about the cric patient?
I'll talk to her.
-Should we grab coffee? -Yes, but…
Come on. I'll get changed.
-I'll show you the locker room. -We need to catch up.
I'm so excited, Jesi!
I want to take photos of the new equipment.
We want everyone to know
that Sorolla has the best gynecology department.
-The more people who know, the better. -Yes.
I didn't think public hospitals needed to advertise.
A little bit of advertising never hurt anyone.
Sure, and it helps shift attention
away from other services that aren't doing so well, right?
Do you always treat people who are trying to help you this way…
Dr. Sader?
Well, that's enough.
We're grateful for everything you're doing for gynecology.
I promise we'll do everything we can to help, won't we?
-But I'm not wearing any more makeup. -Have you seen the size of the photo?
Finally, Antonio.
What did you find out?
What are you doing?
Stitches.
You think you're going to operate again?
You look optimistic.
I'm an optimist.
Although this hospital is really testing my patience.
I spend all day putting out fires.
Néstor,
Sophie,
Jésica, Pilar, you…
It's as if you're all determined to make my life hard.
You basically spend your days busting my balls. You know?
You're a bunch of drama queens.
Nicolás, if you need to vent, Neus is a couple of floors down.
It would probably do me good, to be honest.
But I don't need therapy.
I need someone to put out the fires for me.
You.
What?
You're crazy.
A little bit.
Because I'm offering Sorolla's director job
to a guy who has scheduled an interview to destroy me.
You think offering me the job will keep me quiet?
No. Not because of that.
I'm offering you the opportunity to keep your medical license.
The director job is just the icing on the cake.
I was the one who told the board what happened with Jésica.
I can also convince them it was all an unfortunate misunderstanding.
I don't trust you one bit, Nicolás.
Understandable.
But, see? You didn't give me a hard "no."
Think about it, okay?
Unless you want to keep sitting there practicing your stitching.
Why didn't you tell me you were coming?
I don't know.
-What happened? -Nothing.
No. Nothing happened.
It's nothing. I…
I don't know. I was bored and needed…
a change of scenery.
So, you had a great job as a surgeon in Madrid,
but you decide to come back to Valencia as an ER doctor, and nothing happened?
-I don't buy it. What happened? -You know what I'm like.
I just felt like it. I didn't think about it.
Besides, I swear I missed the sea.
-Lucía. -I swear.
I don't know.
And you.
I missed you.
Why didn't you come to Rodri's funeral?
I called you.
Yeah.
But it's not the same.
I don't know.
My life in Madrid was a complete mess at that time and…
I couldn't get away.
I couldn't…
I'm really sorry.
I really am sorry.
Okay.
Come on.
Girl, what's up?
-Aren't you glad I'm here? -I'm glad. I'm just surprised.
Let's go out partying tonight, for old time's sake.
-We'll get drunk at Denon. -No.
-We'll go dancing. -Denon closed.
-What? -Hello. Morning.
Lluís,
this is Lucía.
-Hi. -Nice to meet you.
-Same. -My friend from med school.
-Nice to meet you. -You'll be working together in the ER.
-Welcome. -Thanks.
He's also my boyfriend.
-Nice. -And her fiancé too.
What? No, Jesi. Really?
Why didn't you say anything?
No way! How did you get her to say yes?
Jesi was a legend. No way, girl!
I'm very persuasive.
I have to go.
Come find me, and I'll tell you her most embarrassing stories.
-I will. -Stay out of trouble today.
I promise.
My God.
"Jesi"?
-Yeah. Don't rub it in. -Wow.
-Everything okay? -Everything's okay.
Hey, the interviewer called me.
They want to postpone the interview a few days.
How come? It was all set up.
They want to do it closer to the elections so it has a greater impact.
I don't know.
Okay.
Anyway, I'll see you later.
-Okay. -I'm going to get changed.
-Ciao. -Ciao.
Okay. The interview's at 5:00 p.m. They'll ask you about Jacobo Santos.
This is important.
You need to take a strong stance against his policies,
while still appearing to reach out to him.
Hello? Are you listening to me?
Yes, hello.
I'm listening, but how do I slap him and kiss him at the same time
without looking like a fucking crazy lady?
Huh?
You can't smoke in here.
Excuse me?
I'm the one who introduced the no-smoking laws, remember?
Give me a light.
Take this seriously, please. I got a call from Madrid.
Alfonso's worried. He's thinking of coming to help you.
Maybe I don't need him to come help me.
Maybe I need a vacation from all this, and to quit smoking.
What the hell are you talking about?
Whoa. What was that?
What the hell…?
You have to start cooking.
Hazelnut cream first. It takes the longest.
-Check the cuts of tuna. -Give it to me.
Give it to me. What's his name?
-Pedro. -Pedro.
Hi, Pedro.
How are you? No, look, your boss can't talk right now.
He'll call you in a little bit.
Yes, we're almost done. Okay.
Okay. Bye.
Done. Ciao.
Done, Ángel.
-Hi. I'm Biel de Felipe. -Hi.
Resident intern on-call.
I'm Lucía Haro, the new ER doctor.
This is Ángel Muñoz.
You called me for a cut finger?
Don't you know who he is?
He's an amazing chef. You have… How many stars?
-Two Michelin stars? -We're going for three.
-He's cut himself twice in three days. -Nerves, I guess.
-Of course. -Are your hands shaking?
Well, around two weeks ago, I lost some sight in my left eye.
I didn't mention it because a lot is at stake this week.
Right.
Let me take a look.
Okay.
First, I think we should do a CT scan
to see if we need to admit him.
-Great. -Dr. Haro did the right thing by calling.
-Look what happened. -What is it?
-It looks bad. -I don't know.
-Turn it up. -What is it?
-A fire? -No.
An explosion at a school that'll be used as a polling station.
It looks like a terrorist attack.
It's critical!
-Coming through! -What do we have?
Traumatic brain injury. I don't think his spinal cord is injured.
-What have you given him? -IV and morphine.
I've got it. Get him to resus. Blood and an EKG.
Call neurosurgery. I want him in the OR in 30 minutes.
Okay. Careful. Let's go. Be careful.
Pere, don't let anyone touch him. He may have glass in his heart.
Rocío, more wounded are coming in.
Biel, stay with her until OB-GYN gets here.
-Lucía, help Lluís. -Okay.
-Let's go. -Careful.
Okay. I need you to sit up so I can examine you.
Thanks. Breathe through your mouth.
Give her labetalol. Her vitals are high.
-Breathe. -Is my baby okay?
We think so.
He has diffuse ST segment elevation suggestive of pericarditis.
-It's common in this kind of injury. -What happened?
He's got lots of glass wounds from the explosion.
Hemodynamically stable, but the ultrasound shows pericardial effusion.
Have you done a pericardiocentesis?
No.
We ran a study in Madrid and discovered
that for mild to moderate effusions, it wasn't necessary.
So it wouldn't make much sense to do it.
But if he has pericardial effusion, that's grounds for surgical exploration.
-Yes, but-- -Why isn't he in the OR?
Because it's not necessary.
-When you finish, take him to the OR. -Okay.
Of course. Okay.
Jésica.
-Jésica, wait. I can help you. -Stay here.
-I've done it a thousand times. -Stay here.
Sorolla's surgeons know how to operate on the patient.
You're an ER doctor, so you stay here.
Of course.
-Okay. -Great.
Don't worry. I can't see any secondary injuries from the explosion.
Thank goodness.
Can you call my husband in?
Sure. When we're done, he can come in and see you.
You look familiar.
You oversaw the pregnancy of my other two kids.
Oh.
And who's seeing you now?
No one here. They moved me to Santa Margarita.
So far away?
Yes, I don't know why.
Did you go to all your checkups at Santa Margarita?
With no car and two kids, I've had to skip a couple.
Didn't you have your 20-week scan?
No.
Why?
Is something wrong?
Critical cases are under observation.
Since there may be more attacks, elective surgeries have been postponed.
Get to the point.
It'll free up the ORs in case they're needed.
-And the patients who have been admitted? -They're stable. But some are critical.
What the hell's that?
Listen up. We have a code red.
We need to evacuate.
Patients who can walk, follow the assistants.
Stretchers with the orderlies. Lucía, with those patients.
Lluís, with the patients under observation. Let's go.
Go slow and steady. No rushing.
-One at a time, okay? -You heard her. Little by little.
Got it.
Come on. Let's go. Good. Go.
Can't you hear the alarm?
-Code red! Let's go. -Code red?
We have to evacuate. Let's go!
-Can you help me? -Everyone out.
Non-rebreather mask.
Immobilize him and keep him under observation in the ambulance.
Patricia!
-What happened now? -It's a fire.
-No idea. -You have to go to the school.
They've linked the attack to Libertad-related groups.
-You need to make a statement now. -What?
-Don't freak out. Nicolás, I have to go. -Go. I'll handle this.
Patients under observation to the side. And don't block the exits! Okay?
-Nicolás, what do you know? -I'm talking to the police.
Come on. Let's go outside.
Outside.
Wait a second.
Let's go. Get out of here.
Dr. Moa, do you know where Biel is? I don't see him.
-Wasn't he with you? -Attention, please!
False alarm!
There's no fire or bomb threat.
You can go back to work.
Come on.
Go.
Doctor, excuse me.
Doctor!
Your patient is nervous. She's asking for you.
Okay, wait. I'll be right with her.
You need to go downstairs with your patient.
I'm coming.
Doctor.
Let's go.
President, have you spoken to the victims' families?
No, not yet.
But I want to express my condolences to the families of the deceased.
A far-right group took responsibility for the attack.
-Anything to say? -Yes.
I'll say it in Spanish, because I imagine the whole country will be listening.
Now, the main thing is to let the security forces do their job.
We can't say anything for certain yet, as nothing's been confirmed.
What I can say is that I am totally and absolutely against…
violence.
Will the elections go ahead as planned?
You haven't distanced yourself from Libertad.
-The president has no more comments. -Thank you.
One more thing.
What's the protocol from now on?
President, please.
Segura, fascist!
The attack is your fault for siding with fascists!
Fascist!
-Are you okay? -Give me a tissue.
Fascist?
Me, a fascist?
No other president has taken more steps to protect vulnerable populations.
I've fought my whole damn life to find my place in a man's world
and prove I'm not less for being a woman.
What nerve.
I was just asked if the elections would go ahead.
Given the situation, I think the most sensible thing
is to carry on as planned.
This Sunday…
SEGURA SPEAKS AT AZORÍN SCHOOL
…this school will open its doors.
Starting today,
Azorín School will become the emblem,
and the heart, of our democracy.
And to prove we're not scared,
I'll be here myself, with the voters.
Because Valencian courage is stronger than bombs.
And because we'll combat your fanaticism with votes.
-Thank you very much! -Let's go. Thanks.
Did it work? Did you get it all?
I couldn't download everything before she got back.
Seriously? I took a big risk by activating that alarm.
Pilar, we have enough.
Sophie claims to have a five-year survival rate of 60%,
and the preliminary analysis is showing 40%.
Good, so we have what we need.
-Are you okay? -Yes.
Should we inform the research ethics committee?
No, that'd take months.
Plus, they'll notify her, which would give her time to take action.
I think our only option is to go to the police.
No. We can't do that.
If we report her to the police, they'll stop the trial.
What did you expect when you came to ask me for help?
That the results would be worse. That only 10% were being cured.
But it works.
40% isn't the 60% she promised.
She's lying and killing the rest.
Everyone, all the patients, were terminal before the trial.
This is their only hope.
Biel, I understand, but Sophie has crossed every boundary in bioethics.
And I'm starting to get fed up
with these shameless people acting as if they were above all else.
I know the people getting cured.
What do I tell them?
That, since it's only 40%, we're just going to let them die?
If you don't report this, I will.
-Pilar, that's not fair. -Okay.
-Enough. -It's not fair.
Okay, wait.
I agree that we have to do something.
But there must be a way
that allows patients benefiting from the treatment to continue.
Let's sleep on it tonight.
We'll talk in the morning.
Okay?
For God's sake…
How's it going?
I'm having a shitty day.
But you get to go home soon, right?
No, I have to talk to Nicolás.
-The pregnant woman from the attack? -Yeah.
The fetus has tetralogy of Fallot, and she's over 20 weeks.
That sucks. Why didn't they spot it earlier?
The mom has a history of high-risk pregnancies.
I just found out that asshole Nicolás
is sending complicated pregnancies to other hospitals.
He's unbelievable.
We all have to make sacrifices, even if we don't like them.
And this five-star service costs an arm and a leg.
Are you listening to yourself?
Listen, it's getting late.
Hey.
From now on, if you have a problem, tell me, because…
I'm the hospital's director again.
But…
I'm fed up.
See you tomorrow.
Hey!
You scared me.
Thinking of quitting medicine to join the Cirque du Soleil?
If your back hurt as much as mine, you wouldn't say that.
Hard day because of the bomb?
In my case, the bomb has a first name and last name.
Lucía Haro.
That's the new ER doctor, right?
You know her?
-She's a friend from med school. -Oh, shit.
Two peas in a pod.
But she's like those relatives you love to death,
but can only handle in small doses, because they…
Yeah, I get it.
She hasn't even been here 24 hours, and I had a back spasm.
If she stays, I'll die. I can't handle it.
-It's just… -Let me see. Can I?
No, I'm fine.
-Really. -You're not fine. You're screwed.
-Yup, I'm screwed. -Let me help. Nothing's going to happen.
"Nothing's going to happen." The world's most famous last words.
-Crap. It is bad. -It's right there.
Here, right?
Yeah.
And…
Here too.
Okay, that's good.
That's good.
-Honestly, I'm fine. -You sure?
-Yeah, I'm sure. -Okay.
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
-Ciao. -Ciao.
-Yeah. -We can go for a drink later.
Hey!
-How are you? -Good. You?
-Great. -Yeah?
Quique, this is Lucía.
-The new ER doctor. -Yeah, if I don't get fired.
Damn, was your day that bad?
I did a cric before I signed my contract.
-Fuck. -And the head of the ER hates me.
And my best friend isn't my friend anymore, so…
-All in all, a pretty good day. -All in a day's work here.
-Really? -Yup.
-Want some? -Sure.
-Why not? -Okay.
What are you up to? Are you going out for a drink?
-No, we're getting dinner. -Ramen.
-If you feel like it… -Come.
I'm not craving ramen. I'm craving something…
Something stronger. You know?
You know what I feel like doing? Blowing off steam.
I haven't been to an amusement park in ages.
During exams, I always used to ride this one, and…
-Seriously? -I'd let it all go.
Let's go on it.
-Let's go! -I'm not getting on that thing.
Why'd you come here then, R1? To go in the ball pit?
I'll go. We're here to play.
-We came to go on the rides. -I'll hold your stuff.
-No. -Come on, Biel.
-No. -Let's go.
Listen. You go. I'll work on convincing him.
You're a chicken.
-I'll call you when I'm off. -Ciao.
-Okay. -Ciao.
-You should go with him. -What?
-You're not going to convince me. -I will.
Do you know what happens on those things? They go over 60 miles per hour.
-What are you talking about? -That means fractures, dislocations…
Wait a second. Are you always this fun? Seriously.
Are you surprised there aren't more accidents?
I'm surprised you're a doctor, considering you're a hypochondriac.
What does it matter? And I'm not a hypochondriac.
Listen. How about this? Let's go there.
The worst that can happen is that you'll look stupid for missing.
-Okay? Or are you scared? You're scared. -Fine.
-Let's go? -Sure.
Okay. Hi!
-How much is it? -Good evening.
-Three shots for five euros. -Okay.
Who's going to shoot?
-Me? -Okay, you.
-Okay, me. -Let's see how you do.
Thanks.
-Am I making you nervous? -No.
Okay.
-Come on. -Damn, R1.
-I'm under pressure. -Not good.
Try again.
Okay.
You know what your problem is?
You want to control everything,
hence the hypochondria.
But life can't be controlled.
Bend your knees. Chin up.
Trust me. Bend your knees.
And now, let yourself go. Okay?
No. Seriously.
Stand like this.
Okay. Inhale.
And let it go.
-Don't laugh. Focus. -I'm focused. Okay.
Okay. And if you hit it,
you're riding the Inferno with me.
Okay? Yes or no?
-Yes. -Okay, go for it.
Shit. Sorry.
-That was incredible. -I thought I was going to die.
Don't you feel like new?
-That was awesome. Again. -Okay, again.
Sometimes you just need a nudge to do something crazy.
That's it.
You're leaving?
I know you and Rocío had a disagreement, but that doesn't need to affect us, right?
A "disagreement"?
Your girlfriend threw me under the bus.
You shouldn't have done that puncture.
Look, May, I'm going to keep my mouth shut,
because there's a lot you don't know.
Oh, yeah?
Like what?
You mean the pills?
She told me. I know you had a lot to do with it.
We don't have secrets.
Well, if you don't have any secrets,
then she told you that the night of the cold drop
I saw her leaving the hospital with your daughter.
What?
That bitch.
Once again, Segura has proven she's a master of timing,
distancing herself from Jacobo Santos and his party.
After her passionate speech,
it seems she's won over undecided voters once again.
You're good! Damn, you're good!
Pressure, a camera, and a mic… That's all she needs to get revved up!
We're going to win this, guys! We're going to win!
I love you.
Fuck yeah.
I'm calling Alfonso right now.
She's so good.
I want to report Sophie Lafont for endangering public health and homicide.
Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick