Valencia votes.
Aleixandre and Segura are the favorites to win an election
defined by the exclusion of the far-right candidate,
who was impacted by the recent attack at Azorín School,
where the president promised to cast her vote today.
Get ready. The press is everywhere.
-What's going on? -Stay out of the cordon.
Patricia, wait.
You can't come in. I've said it a thousand times.
Please, no one can come in.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
-President. -Let us through.
-Patricia, please! -Mrs. Segura, you can't come in.
I can't? Why? What's going on?
-We don't know yet. -We don't know.
It could be dangerous.
Okay, listen to me.
-I said we'd vote in this school. -What are you doing?
That's what we're going to do.
-Let me in, please. -You can't come in! Don't come in.
-President, please. -Don't come in.
President, do you feel responsible?
-Talk to us. -Are you going to cancel the elections?
-What? -Was it the extremists?
-Do you feel guilty? -Come on.
-My God. -Will this influence the elections?
-Watch out. -Please.
-What's happening? -It's important.
Valencians want to know.
-President. -Madam President.
-The opposition is asking that you resign. -Do you feel guilty?
Are you going to resign?
What do you think about what's happening?
Do you think this was a terrorist attack?
BREATHLESS
Our colleague, Borja Muñoz, is live at Azorín School.
-Borja, what can you tell us? -Not much.
President Segura and dozens of voters
that were in the school have been taken to the hospital.
It seems to be poisoning.
Toni, bring more stretchers, okay? Please.
Rocío, have you heard anything? What happened?
Emergency services think
that the gases released by the fire got trapped in the false ceiling
and the reconstruction work released them.
How many people are affected?
Around 50.
Hey, what if we use the operating rooms for the ICU?
What do you think?
Yes, I'll take care of it.
See you later.
Keep me posted.
Jésica.
What's up?
What's up with what?
Since I became director, you treat me like shit.
We already talked about this at home.
You did what you thought you had to do. I'm not holding that against you.
I don't believe a word.
I don't know. Maybe you have a guilty conscience.
I'll tell Néstor now, okay?
Thank you.
Jesi! I'll be right back.
Jesi!
Girl, you're pressing the "close door" button.
-I didn't mean to. I don't know. -Okay.
-I'm going to three. You? -I'm going with you.
Okay.
I want you to know that I accepted the first job I was offered at Sorolla
because I wanted to work with you, my best friend.
-"The first job"? -The first job.
I could be in the morgue right now with my arm up a corpse's ass for you.
Yeah, for you. Just so you know.
So, are we friends again?
Friends?
-Yes, but-- -Okay.
-Thanks. -Can we start over again?
-Nothing happened. Everything's fine. -Okay.
Okay.
-Hello. -Hello.
-Good morning. -Hi.
Take him downstairs.
-Let's move him to the floor. -Okay.
Careful there.
Wait, I want to tell you something.
I made out with the R1 from oncology. Do you know him?
The one with blue eyes. You've probably seen him around.
-What's wrong? -You're doing what you always do.
You've been here less than a week, and you've done it.
What have I done?
You feel insecure, and you come after me to compete, full on.
You always do that!
You always take what matters most to me! Since we were 20!
But I kissed Biel, not your boyfriend.
What's up with you, girl?
-Jes, I didn't know, girl. -Whatever.
I didn't know.
Jesi, I swear I didn't know.
Fuck.
Néstor.
What?
It's done.
-You voted? -The report.
The warrant to arrest Lafont will be issued soon.
But, Pilar… What have you done?
It had to be done now, or we'd run the risk of her destroying evidence.
I'm sorry, Néstor.
Good morning.
Biel.
-Come here. -Here.
-What's up? -Pilar reported Sophie to the police.
And the treatments?
The trial is over.
Shit.
-What about Patricia? -How many sessions does she have left?
-Not many. -Find out.
We'll give it to her ourselves. As soon as possible. Can we do it today?
Today is election day. It won't be easy.
She's in the ER. Find out how many doses she has left.
20 years old. No medical history.
Acute respiratory failure. Hemodynamically stable.
We started with oxygen therapy and corticosteroid bolus.
-Oh! Sorry. -Oh, fuck!
Rocío!
-What do we have? -He's hypotensive and bradycardic.
The poisoning is progressing quickly.
What does the blood gas test say?
He's acidotic, like all of them. Carboxyhemoglobin rising to 40%.
To 40%?
-That's not good. -No.
-He's not responding to oxygen therapy? -None of the 12 critical patients are.
We may have to intubate them all.
Hi.
De Felipe?
I canceled all the sessions today. Didn't you get the message?
I didn't read it.
Well, I'll take the opportunity to say goodbye to you.
You're leaving?
-Where to? -Lyon.
To present the progress we've made.
That one too.
We can start loading the car up.
Do you think the trial will continue when I get back?
Why do you say that?
Because of the elections.
If there's a change of government…
You know.
Just five more months here.
That's what I would need to find the cure.
Mrs. Segura, for example.
She only has one vial left.
No matter what happens today with the elections,
I've already won.
Well…
Bon voyage, then.
Thank you, dear colleague.
Will you come with me?
PATRICIA ONLY HAS ONE DOSE LEFT.
WE HAVE TO GIVE IT TO HER TONIGHT.
Don't take it off. We still don't--
-I'm fine. -We still don't know what you inhaled.
We have to make a statement. Public opinion is tearing us apart.
Yeah, and what do we say? What's the prognosis?
We say that most of them are stable, and everything is under control.
I wouldn't say that much.
-The situation is serious. -We'll know that tomorrow.
What will you know tomorrow? I can't lie.
I told everyone to vote there. It's my fault!
-I have to face the music. -It's not lying.
-Just who we needed! -We need to talk.
Not now.
Let's see…
Aleixandre.
-Take this off. -He got there before you.
Security says you shouldn't go there.
Let's go to headquarters.
-Patricia, it's important. -Later.
We'll talk later.
Sorry I'm late.
I was just…
Pilar, what are you doing here?
-Are you better? -I requested voluntary discharge.
Of course you did.
Well, I'm glad you're feeling better.
Thank you.
We were just saying that the ER has requested to use the ORs
to deal with the massive influx of poisoned patients.
-I gave the go-ahead. It's taken care of. -Yes, but I reversed it.
We can't do that.
Not after the Aspergillus.
The waiting list would multiply. It's unfeasible.
We'd be buried in complaints. You know that, right?
Well…
I'm really glad you're in such good shape,
but you have to consult me on these things.
I'm the one who makes the decisions now.
Sorry, but I thought Lluís would have told you.
And I don't want to seem rude or make this…
awkward, but I'm no longer the director of Sorolla.
Yeah.
I know.
So?
Everything is back to the way it was.
And I'm back to being the head of surgery.
I hope you understand.
Well, let's continue.
We can no longer leave the Generalitat
in the hands of politicians who are looting our resources
and leaving us without healthcare.
Today's election choice is very simple.
If you want a public and universal healthcare system, vote for Igualdad.
If you prefer its privatization and dismantling, vote for Segura.
Unbelievable.
This bastard's tactic is to attack you where it hurts the most.
He's reducing this election to a plebiscite on healthcare management.
-Unbelievable. -It doesn't matter.
It doesn't? A bomb just exploded in a school.
Oh, really? No shit, Emilio. I was there.
Great. This is just what I need.
Emilio.
Emilio, dammit.
I'm in.
Yeah?
We're going to win this election.
We're going to win this election. I swear.
Blanca, fill me in.
Male, 43 years old, diabetic, and hypertensive.
Glasgow Scale of 12.
Tachypnea and tachycardia. Very low oxygen saturation, 87%.
That's with five liters of oxygen therapy. We also started corticosteroid therapy.
How long has it been?
-Since what? -Wait. Help me.
Since his skin has been red like this. See?
Since he started getting worse.
Okay. Come with me. Come.
Fuck.
Pere, help me. Open his shirt.
Okay, one moment.
Fuck.
Okay, wait. Please, listen to me.
Change the sheets, remove their clothes, and wash their skin and eyes, okay?
Give everyone hydroxocobalamin now.
-Okay? -No, one second. Wait.
-Lucía, why? What's going on? -Cyanide. Come here. Look.
See? The same thing happened to us in a fire in a nightclub in Madrid.
All materials with nitrogen in them generate hydrocyanic acid,
which is what causes dyspnea, and this reddish skin color.
It's very toxic, Rocío.
Rocío, they all look like this. Look.
Fuck.
I'm telling you they inhaled cyanide.
If we don't take off their clothes, they'll keep reabsorbing it.
-It's very toxic. -Okay. I trust you.
Let's wash and change all the patients, okay?
Quickly, please.
Blanca and Pere, go to the pharmacy for hydroxocobalamin.
Go. Marta, you come with me.
We have to take off his clothes.
We're going to take off his shirt.
-That's all. -We need all of it.
That's all we got from Healock.
This isn't even enough for half of them.
There's no time. What do we do?
I don't know what you want me to say.
Pilar assumed that we're back to normal.
-That means getting her job back. -It doesn't work like that.
I'm still the head of surgery. Pilar can't--
Those are Nicolás's orders. I can't do anything.
If he says we don't fuck with Pilar, then we don't fuck with her.
Don't do this to me today.
I have all the TV stations calling me, okay?
-Okay. -Hello?
Yes.
Hold on.
Jes, please, be reasonable.
-You're asking me to be reasonable? -Yes.
I've been very, very reasonable.
I was reasonable when you kept quiet to become the director again.
And I was also reasonable when you decided to stop fighting for this hospital!
So I've been reasonable enough!
Fine.
At least you're finally being honest,
and you're done punishing me in silence.
Lluís, I haven't said anything…
because I owe it to you.
But honestly, if you're going to become that man's puppet,
don't ask me to be reasonable.
-I'm not going to be! -It was that or lose my license.
Don't you realize that? I did it for you!
So you could live, dammit!
I was wondering how long it'd take for you to use that against me.
And it wasn't long.
-Answer the phone. -Wait.
Answer it.
Jésica, please.
Are you sure you can bring the baby and Leo won't say anything?
What other option do I have? Daycare's closed.
-It is what it is. -Yeah.
Besides, this way, my patients will get used to what's coming.
Childbirth has nothing on work-life balance.
Fuck, May, you're a ray of sunshine.
Yeah, you know me.
Yeah, we know each other, May.
Girl.
If something's wrong, well,
you can tell me.
Okay. Take her.
Hello!
Hello, baby girl.
-And thank you. -Hello!
But…
I just need to clear my head now. That's all.
It's Rocío, right?
No fucking way.
What the fuck?
Holy shit.
"The best place to be born in Europe."
So they hide the Muslim girl?
Don't laugh!
-It's fucking horrible. -No. Let's go. It's not funny.
What's up? Ducking out in the middle of a crisis?
-Look who's talking. -You're the one who works there.
Yeah, but I came up with the diagnosis.
So I earned it.
See you later.
Hey.
Can I get a ride?
-No. -I'm late, and I only have my bike.
-I'm going to get all sweaty. -No.
-Why? -No. I'm being serious.
Okay, fine.
Forget it.
Okay, fine.
Are you sure?
-Do you want a ride or not? -Yes.
-Do you know this song? -No, I don't.
-You don't like it. I'll turn it off. -I like hearing you sing.
-That's enough. I'll turn it off. -No, really.
So, my grandpa gave this car to my dad, and my dad gave it to me.
It has old cassette tapes with the music they played when I was little.
My grandpa loved this song.
-But I'm rambling. Sorry. -No.
-I love hearing that. -Look, there are some tapes…
Here, choose the one you want.
-Shit, this is so messy. -Well, man, what can I say?
Not all of us have a rich dad who lives in a fancy mansion
that's so damn far away.
-If I'd known, I wouldn't have driven you. -I didn't know where it was either.
-Your dad's house? -No.
-Yeah, right. -It's the first time I'm going there.
To your dad's house?
Well, my dad and I have a complicated relationship. That's all.
-Tell me about it. -It's nothing. My dad and I don't…
Never mind. Talk my ear off like you were before.
-No. -Yeah. How we can't be seen together…
-Look. -Tell me.
No. Okay. Wait. I'll grab…
No!
-No, eyes on the road. -Sorry.
-You're making me nervous.
Sorry.
Sorry, no. I was saying that we can only be friends.
Okay?
That's all. Because…
then, people…
I don't want to get involved with anyone at the hospital.
-Did someone say something? -No, no one did, but…
-No one said anything. -No one. But people talk, and…
Look, this one has a great song on it.
If you thought the other one was old, you won't believe this.
Don't let your guard down. The afternoon shift is starting!
-Oh, come on… -What?
Toni, call the pulmonology department. Request as many respirators as you can.
Whoa! Since when does an attending come to get their hands dirty in the ER?
They asked for our help. I thought, "I'll go spend some time with my guy."
-Yeah. -Help!
-Help! I need help! -Hey! Calm down, please.
-Jon! -Lola?
-What happened? -It's our daughter!
-Where do I go? -To resus.
Lola, honey. Lola, sweetie.
-Jon. -Lola.
Lola, sweetie. Honey.
-Stethoscope. -Yes.
Lola?
Come on, Lola.
Lola, sweetie. Honey. Come on, Lola.
-What happened? -Rocío.
-Give me a hand. She's my daughter. -Okay. Let's monitor her.
-Lola, sweetie. -Calm down.
Lola.
-Her pupils are dilated. -Dilated? What happened?
She was like this when I picked her up at your house.
-What the hell happened? -Calm down.
-She was at your house with you. -Chill.
-We're trying to save our daughter. -You two need to calm down.
-What's wrong? -She has a fever and high blood pressure.
She may have an infection, maybe meningitis,
but with these pupils, I don't know…
-Not breathing. No pulse. Cardiac arrest. -Lola.
Get me a cart, a laryngoscope, and a 4.5 tube, okay?
-Let go! She's my daughter! -You have to let them do their job.
No!
Lola! Please, do something. Please.
That's it.
Lola.
Lola, fuck! Lola!
Come on.
Lola.
Five. Quique, get on the airway.
I'll start. One…
Lola.
-Pere, load 0.25 of adrenaline. -On it.
-No pulse. -Okay. I'll continue.
-Timer. Two minutes, Pere. -Got it.
Lola, please.
Lola.
-She has no pulse. I'll continue. -Lola, sweetie.
Lola.
-Lola. -Okay. Check.
She's still in asystole.
It's been two minutes.
One moment.
She has a pulse. We've got her.
We've got her, Jon.
-We've got her. -Lola. Is she okay?
Yes, we've got her. She's okay.
Sweetie.
I want you to run every fucking test that exists.
-I want to know what happened to her. -Okay.
Tell them to come now.
-We'll put this one here. -Okay.
I did some calculating. I think we can fit seven beds in each OR.
-Are you sure? -Yes.
We just have to see if that one will fit there or if there's another way.
-Okay. -Because, let's see…
-Can someone tell me what's going on here? -We've given the ORs to the ICU.
I told you that's not possible.
-Everyone out! Come on! -Nobody move!
I'm still head of the department.
-Nobody's going anywhere. -Jésica.
I've done this job for 20 years.
I was the one who gave you the opportunity to cover for me.
And I am very grateful, Pilar.
But, unless I've been fired, I'm the one calling the shots.
We'll see about that.
Holy shit.
Hello.
I told you not to bring anything, and you bring this beautiful girl.
Oh my God. No, I'm leaving.
-You're staying for dinner, right? -Of course.
-Lucía Haro, a colleague from Sorolla. -How are you?
-No, I'm leaving. No way. -Come on. Please.
-Biel. -Just for a bit.
Come on in.
Okay. Fine.
-Okay. This way? What way? -Yes.
-Biel. -Come on.
Fuck.
"Fancy" doesn't even begin to cover it.
-How are you? -Hi.
-Welcome. -Thank you.
Man, you tricked me.
No, I'm here, sweetie. It's okay.
It's okay.
That's it, sweetie.
-Hi, honey. -Hi.
Hi, baby.
Sweetie. What are you two doing here?
Leo has an interview, and I came to help her.
You're the one who needs help. You've been holding África all day.
-Should I take her? -No, I just picked her up.
-It's okay. -Is something wrong?
Sorry.
Hello?
There, there.
There isn't enough?
Okay. I'm coming. Okay.
Sorry. Sorry, honey.
We'll talk later, okay?
Bye, baby.
They won't make it. How is there not enough hydroxocobalamin?
The Healock batches have been smaller. It's to save money.
Fuck.
Give it to the most serious cases, to triage level 2.
What about the rest?
I don't know.
I don't know what's going on. Where have you been?
-You're on duty. -No.
Can't you see how busy we are?
What?
What's this? How did you do it?
Nurses are the ones running all the hospitals,
in case you weren't aware.
We're a family,
and if we have to break some stupid rule to save lives, we do it.
-You did a fucking great job. -I know I did a fucking great job.
I don't need you to remind me of that.
You doctors are the ones who forget how fucking awesome we nurses are.
But don't worry, you'll never forget it again.
You're about to see what a mad nurse really looks like.
Okay. Get to work.
Jon.
-Hey! -How are you? Have you heard anything?
No, nothing yet.
And Nagore?
She's in the bathroom.
We just got your daughter's results.
And?
What's up? What is it?
What is it?
-Prepare the activated charcoal. -With a tube?
Yes.
What is it? Poisoning?
-I can help you. Don't worry. -Don't touch her!
-Let me help. -Don't touch her! Get out.
Can you explain what's going on? What's wrong?
-Ana, can you start? -Okay.
Ana, what is it?
Hey! What are you doing? Jon.
What's wrong?
Ecstasy.
If you come near my daughter again, I'll kill you.
Jon.
I don't know what you're thinking, but I don't do drugs anymore.
-I don't do drugs. -What was ecstasy doing in my house?
Shit.
That can't be.
I think I had some pills in the pants I left at your place.
My daughter's life comes first.
Plus, you know what I'm risking, asshole.
-Sorry. -They could take her away.
I swear it was a mistake.
I swear I didn't mean to. It was a mistake.
The only mistake was letting you into my life.
-How are we doing? -Good.
We're still keeping an eye on the end of election day in the Region of Valencia…
Voter turnout is 20% higher this year.
See how the exit polls are going.
I just checked. Patricia is not doing well.
If she loses, would it affect you?
Don't worry, Son.
I never put all my eggs in one basket.
Right. Of course.
It's not official, but…
Well, you're my son. I can trust you, right?
I've been offered the position as CEO of Healock.
So whether Patricia wins or loses, I've already secured my future.
Of Healock?
Yes. I've been after them for years, pulling strings.
But, anyway…
With Lafont's success, they've finally opened their doors to me.
Is something wrong?
-What's wrong? -Irene.
Come here. Hold on.
Let's sit on the couch.
-Are you okay? -No.
-Biel, help me. -Lean on me.
Careful. Slowly.
-Come on. Sit down. -Slowly.
-Okay. Careful. Come on. -Honey.
Are you okay? Can I touch you? How far along are you?
Twenty-eight weeks.
-That's… -Not much.
You're not far along.
It could be an acute abdomen.
-What's that? -No, these are contractions.
Did you say "contractions"?
Yes, you're in labor.
Beautiful, right?
And you? What are you doing here?
What did you want to tell me?
Listen.
There are things you don't know about Sophie.
I know that the results of the trials abroad
are not as positive as she claims.
What did you think?
When you're the president,
you know everyone, and everyone owes you favors.
Everyone.
I wasn't going to sit idly by.
But what I do know is that the trial worked for me.
I should be grateful for that, don't you think?
-Yes. -Was that what you wanted to tell me?
The police are going to dismantle her trial in a matter of hours.
You reported her.
You only have one cycle left.
If you come with me now, we can administer it before the counting is over.
You couldn't wait.
It wasn't me.
-Patricia. -You have to come with me.
-What about the other patients? -Patricia.
-Shall we? -Patricia, please.
-Hold on. -No. Patricia!
-Let's go. -What is it, dammit? What?
The counting is starting.
We're moving buildings.
I'm coming.
Patricia, listen to me.
You have to come with me, please.
Shut up, man.
Didn't you hear me?
Where are you going? Stop.
Don't… Let go of me.
-Don't touch me. -Your life is at stake.
-Let go. Asshole. -There are still traces of the tumor.
If we don't eradicate it, it will grow.
Let go of me, or I'll call security.
-I will call. -Two weeks ago, you wanted to live.
Two weeks ago, I still trusted you.
This isn't about me.
It's about you.
And about you finally deciding what's most important, Patricia.
Let go of me.
Tonight is election night.
The only night when my life doesn't matter.
-Let's go. -Let's go.
-Okay. -Inhale, okay?
Thank you.
-What? -The ambulance won't be here for an hour.
An hour?
That's too long. Let's drive her there.
No, Nicolás. The baby is premature and has had surgery.
She should go in an ambulance in case something happens.
What if it doesn't get here in time?
-Let's go. -Okay. No. Listen. Wait.
Do you have a fetal heart rate monitor?
-Have you heard of it? -We bought one.
-Go get it. -I know where it is.
This is what we're going to do.
I'm going to do a vaginal exam. Okay? To see how dilated you are.
-Help me. -Yes.
Let's see.
Ready?
-Yes. -Are you comfortable?
Yes?
She's about ten centimeters dilated.
-That much? -Yes.
-What does that mean? -That she's ready for the expulsion phase.
Yes.
-I'll call the ambulance again. -Okay.
Help me with something. Lift her dress.
Yes.
-That's it. -Give me the machine.
Here.
Everything's going to be okay, honey.
-Give me your hand. -Don't worry, honey.
-Everything's going to be okay. -They're not answering.
Biel, the baby's bradycardic.
Nicolás.
Nicolás, come here.
Come here, Nicolás.
Come here for a second.
The baby's bradycardic and is in fetal distress. She has to give birth now.
-How can she give birth here? -Yeah.
At her last checkup, Dr. Santapau said the baby was breech.
Okay, the baby's breech, in distress, premature, and has had surgery.
It's risky for the baby to come out on its own.
-Listen to me! -We're driving.
I said we're driving!
If she doesn't deliver now, they could both die, okay?
I'm going to call Leo, okay?
Okay.
Irene.
Honey. Look at me, honey.
Call Leo.
Great.
-Good evening, Leonor. -Good evening.
The first question is a must.
Does Sorolla have the best team in Europe?
-Sorry. -What's wrong?
-It's urgent. -What?
Irene is in labor.
The baby is breech.
The ambulance won't arrive in time. What do we do?
-I'm sorry. -Give us a second. We're on our way.
She needs a C-section, Biel.
-How can we do a C-section here? -Listen, Biel.
Your friend is right. It's the only way for that baby to be born alive.
Don't get nervous.
You're a surgeon, right?
Yes.
But hold on a second.
Have you ever done a C-section?
No, but I've done much harder things.
Really, trust me.
First, prepare the surgical field. And put Irene on.
Boil some water and bring me some towels.
Irene, here.
-Hello, Irene. How are you? -Bad. Very bad.
Irene, we have to do it now, okay?
-What? No. -Come on. Calm down.
Calm down. We have to do it now. Okay?
-Let's go? -Yes, go.
There. Calm down.
I'm not going to leave your side.
-No! -No. Irene, look at me.
It's going to be okay. Trust me. It'll be okay. But we have to do it now.
Look, Nicolás.
Let's put her here. Okay? Great.
Irene, good job, okay?
-Nicolás, lay her down here. -I can't.
Come on, Irene. Good job. Slowly.
-We have to do it now. -Without anesthesia?
Irene, it's going to hurt.
Hang in there.
No, we can't do that. That's outrageous. No. Nicolás, get the other medicine box.
-What "other medicine box"? -He knows what I mean, right?
Businessman, Valencia, this house… Do I have to spell it out? Go get it.
Come on.
Irene. Breathe. Relax, okay?
Calm down. Look at me.
-I promise it'll be okay. -We're here.
-Okay. Let me see. -No.
Let's see. What's this?
Coke. Okay. And this?
-Ketamine. -Perfect.
-Seriously? Horse anesthesia? -It's also used on humans.
-It's better than nothing. -It's all we have.
Biel, the knives.
Sniff.
Irene, sniff.
Okay, sniff a little more. Sniff.
That's it.
-Okay, now let's lay her down. -Okay, here.
Okay, let's start.
-You have to make a transverse cut. -Okay. Stand here.
Two centimeters above the pubis, about 15 centimeters long.
-Got it? -Yes. No problem.
Irene, we're going to start.
Fuck.
Do a blunt dissection with your fingers in the subcutaneous tissue to open it.
Okay.
-Irene! -She fainted. It's for the best.
Hold it with your fingers and widen the plane so I can see.
-Okay? -Okay.
-Can you see the fascia? -Yes.
Make two buttonhole incisions to laterally enlarge the opening of the fascia.
Okay.
-Good. -That's it.
Grab the scissors and use the forceps, okay?
-That's it. -Okay.
Okay.
Work your way through with your fingers until you reach the peritoneum.
There.
I can see the uterus.
Separate the vesical fold to avoid bladder damage.
-Hold it tight. -Yes.
-Can you see? -I'm going.
We're there.
Okay, now comes the tricky part. The hysterotomy.
Make a small incision, very carefully, so you don't harm the baby.
And then open the dissection with your fingers.
-Here we go. -You've got this.
That's it.
Carefully.
Biel, push the abdomen so Lucía can get the baby out.
-Okay. -Okay.
You have to get him out now.
-Come on. -Come on.
Shit, he's turning blue. The cord's around his neck.
Remove the cord very carefully, please.
-Hold his head. -You've got it.
-Good. -I've got it.
-Carefully. -Yes.
-Okay, cut the cord. -Okay.
-Be careful. -Yes.
He's not crying.
Lucía, stimulate his back.
That's it.
Biel, come here.
Look.
Here.
I'm going to check on Irene.
Great.
He's okay. The baby is okay.
Nicolás.
Come here.
Here, hold him.
Irene.
Her pulse is stable.
With 50% of the votes counted,
it looks like the left will have a narrow victory.
Although, the key word here is "narrow,"
as it wouldn't be the first time the Segura effect…
-What a blow. -…would surprise us.
-What a massive blow. -It will be hard for her…
4 MISSED CALLS
YOU HAVE TO COME NOW!
The healthcare scandals, and her relationship with…
IT'S YOUR LAST CHANCE TO BE CURED!
-Hey. What's up? Don't you care? -…have taken a toll on the president.
I don't know what I'm doing here.
Well, weathering the storm.
What are you doing? Through thick and thin, right?
Not anymore. I'm leaving.
What do you mean? Where are you going?
I'm leaving.
I have more important things to do now.
More important than knowing if you're being re-elected?
Yes, Emilio.
More important.
-How are they? -Stable. They'll be fine.
-You did a great job. -Thank you.
-We're leaving now. -I'll follow you in the car.
-All right. -Okay.
Thank you, Son.
I love you very much.
-Nicolás. -Yes?
Maybe now's not the right time, but I have to tell you something.
Yes, of course. Tell me.
You trusted me. Can I trust you now?
-Of course, Son. -Really?
Yes.
It's Sophie Lafont.
I don't know if this could affect you, or if it could harm you in any way, but…
But, please, you can't tell anyone about this.
-Of course, Son. -Not a word.
I promise.
Tell me.
Who are you hiding from?
From Rocío?
Can we not talk about this? I don't…
-I don't feel like it. -Okay.
What are you doing here? Why aren't you at home?
Quique.
What's wrong?
What happened?
I really fucked up, May.
Why?
I fucked up big time.
It's okay. Let it out.
Let it out.
What a pair…
It's okay.
-Well… -Fuck.
-What an evening, huh? -It was intense.
No, dinner was fun, wasn't it?
-Well, we didn't have dinner. -We didn't.
I think you need to take me out to dinner one day.
Don't you think?
Now.
Now?
Yes.
-Hello? -You'd better give me that cycle.
If you don't, I'm going to use every breath I have left to destroy you.
-What do I do? -Come to the hospital now.
Now?
Hurry up. I'll wait for you here.
But why now? Néstor?
-Now? Néstor? -Shit.
-No fucking way. -What?
-What's going on? -The police are here.
-What do I do? I'm coming. -Stay there. There's no time.
-What's going on? -I'll go.
-Stay where you are. Don't move. -What? Néstor?
Néstor?
Goddamn it!
My phone.
My phone, dammit. My phone.
-Let's get dinner now. -Really?
-As friends, okay? -As friends. That's all.
-You and me, just friends. -Biel!
-The police. We have to do it now. Go! -Are you okay?
-Sorry. We'll talk later. -What happened?
Coming through!
My phone.
Well, at this time, 70% of the votes have been counted.
It's incredible how close they are.
-Right now, anything could happen. -Spain!
Patricia is at party headquarters. We'll take the vial there.
We won't have time. Fuck.
Good evening.
-Dr. Amaro? -Yes.
We're here about the report filed against Dr. Sophie Lafont.
Yes, follow me, please.
Here.
Where is it?
The vial isn't here.
How can it not be?
-That bitch. -Where could they be?
What do we do?
Fucking hell.
What the hell happened here?
They took everything.
How did she know?
I don't know.
Huh?
I'm sorry. I don't understand what happened.
Someone must've told her. I don't know who.
Don't worry.
David, help me. Let's see if any hard drives were left behind.
Pick up, dammit.
Son, is everything okay?
I'm on my way home. We were in such a hurry--
Did you tip someone off so they could make Lafont's trial evidence disappear?
I don't know what you're talking about.
-You asshole. -What are you talking about?
-I didn't tell anyone anything. -Asshole. I knew it, man!
Think about it. If I told her, would she have had time?
-You just told me. -I don't believe you.
Lafont isn't stupid. I'm sure she suspected something.
I don't believe you. You're a liar.
Come here and tell me to my fucking face that you lied to me.
Come here now.
Calm down. I'm turning around.
Nicolás.
Nicolás, answer me, dammit.
Say something, for fuck's sake. Come on.
Are you there?
Néstor.
I can hear you breathing, Néstor.
I'm sorry.
She took everything.
Go to hell.
You had to screw me over.
Again, huh?
So you could save me.
They call you "Dr. Death" for a reason.
Go to hell.
Go to hell, dammit.
Go to hell.
Dad.
Dad, say something.
Dad, say something, please.
What?
We won.
We won!
Patricia!
We won!
Congratulations.
-Let's go to the balcony. -President!
Everyone to the balcony. Let's go!
Yeah!
Champagne. Bring champagne.
President!
Four more years!
SPANISH DEMOCRATIC ALLIANCE
Long live Valencia!
Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick